Shirley Blaine found herself puffing for breath as she lugged her heavy basket of samples from her station wagon up the walkway to her suburban home which was also her office and warehouse. It was sweltering hot and sticky with humidity in the valley, where the mountains cut off the cooling ocean breezes. Oooh, what she would give for just a ten-minute plunge into the icy waters off the coast of Monterey! But this was a luxury she could not have. Deserted and finally divorced by her husband Frank, she considered herself lucky to have found work, even though it was door-to-door selling on commission.
Well, it was better than standing in the unemployment line, and once she'd gotten the hang of it, discovered she could make a very good living, although the hours were long and she had to be adaptable and on her toes every minute. She had completed her morning rounds, trying to open up a new territory, dealing mostly with housewives and selling cosmetics. Through the afternoon she would type up the orders, do her bookwork, catch a couple of hours sleep on the shaded patio and then in the evening go out with an entirely different line of merchandise, one which would sell to men living alone and who were usually confused by the thousands of items offered in supermarkets.
Sometime during the evening she would munch a hamburger from one of the take-out places and have a milkshake. Alone. Always alone. By 11 o'clock at night she would be curled in her big chair watching one of the late TV shows and allowing herself a drink before crawling in exhaustion into her empty bed.
In the intervening hours, Shirley Blaine would concentrate on being bouncy, vivacious, appearing carefree. Her job required it.
Pursing her full lips into a fine oval, the blonde-tressed divorcee strode with long, flashing, suntanned legs toward her house, her short skirt flaring up to bare her twitching ass-cheeks as a sudden hot wind swept through the valley. Her full, tip-tilted breasts jiggled under her thin summer blouse and she laughed at the wind, baring fine white teeth. Behind smoke-grey glasses, her blue eyes sparkled as she unlocked the door and brought the sample basket inside.
It hit her as soon as the door banged shut... the coming home to an empty house. She had an urge to run back out and make more calls, but knew it would be hopeless at this time of day, and she had all the paperwork to do.
Shirley wished intensely for a moment that a man had been waiting for her... a man who loved her and would take her into his arms and then into his bed and fulfill the needs her vibrant young woman's body burned with.
There had been many men offering themselves in the two years since Frank had left her for another woman, older but richer. But somehow they had all reminded her of him, with his dark good looks and smooth ways, and through the entire time Shirley had remained chaste.
It had not been easy, and there had been times when, although feeling a terrible guilt, she had been unable to refrain from touching herself, running her trembling fingers over and finally deep into the hot, wet recesses of her cunt, probing and finally finding release as the warm, thick fluids of her arousal seeped through the blonde-fringed tight slit and the sweet aroma of her excited vagina filled the room. Her mind had fantasized partners - not worldly-wise slick men like Frank, but young and as innocent as she herself was, despite the fact she was twenty-eight. Tender lovers with whom she could identify.
At one point Shirley considered going to a psychiatrist, but rejected the idea finally. She knew that, if she waited long enough, the right one would come along.
He would fill her yearning body, kiss her secret, sensitive flesh, and after they'd had sex, would hold her and caress her and make her known she was loved.
And for such a one, she would do anything... with eagerness. Even the unspeakable thing with her mouth that Frank always wanted.
She knew now, too late, that to take a man's penis into your mouth and suck him to completion was not abnormal. It seemed from her talks with other divorcees and housewives she met, that it was the accepted thing. And, Shirley often thought she might have done it, even learned to like it if Frank had gone about it - differently.
But, half-drunk after a day with his buddies at the tennis club, he had manhandled her, trying to force his rigid staff into her tightly-compressed lips and screaming obscenities at her.
"Suck my prick, you proud bitch!" he had raved. "Give me a lot of those hot lips, and use your tongue! Lick my balls!"
She had clawed him and fought him off and finally he had left her for an older woman who apparently would do those things... and who also had a lot of money he planned to help her spend.
The whole thing had been sickening to the lovely blonde. For months she had cried herself to sleep at night, living frugally on the small inheritance from her parents, having no brothers or sisters or other family to turn to, until finally she was literally destitute and absolutely had to find a job of some kind. The worst part was that she couldn't understand it.
She was convinced she had been a good wife. The house was spotless, well-cooked meals were always ready, even if Frank didn't show up until hours later, and she had always been ready to part her long slender legs and respond to his rampant maleness, even though there were things she would absolutely not do, like suck his penis. Why should he even want such a thing, when her pussy was so eager to take him? Why would he want to do it to her mouth? And even, in his more drunken moments, try to turn her on her smooth white belly and put it between her ass-cheeks? That had been the most revolting thing of all! More than once, she had run nearly naked from the house to jump into her car and blindly drive through tears into the night.
Well, that was in the past, and, as Shirley opened her portable typewriter and fed an order form into it and brushed her silken blonde hair back from her eyes, she sadly thought it was for the best. What kind of woman would she be now if she'd submitted to her husband's perverted carnality? No better than a common prostitute! He had been so vile in his demands... if only he had been gentle and loving, she thought that maybe... just maybe she would have at least tried some of the things he wanted her to do, even though they were strictly against her conservative Midwest upbringing. After all, she had been taught, in addition to a strict moral code, that it was the duty of a woman to serve her husband.
Serving and obeying your husband is one thing - but being forced to perform obscene, degrading acts is another, she had told herself many times. Sometimes in the nights she wondered if her desperate attempts at self-gratification through masturbation were not as bad as what she had given up her marriage to avoid, and the guilt lay heavy on her in predawn hours. But the lovely blonde had rationalized these feelings to some extent, telling herself she was young, healthy and had certain needs and that if she didn't at least partly satisfy them by caressing her full, wide-set breasts and the silken haired tight slit of her pussy, she would only fall into the trap of taking a lover, and surely that would be more sinful.
"Oh, damn!" Shirley muttered, and began to type up the day's orders, which she herself would have to deliver. One of the company's strong points was that the door-to-door people made their own deliveries, thus firmly establishing personal contact with their customers. It was a successful philosophy, and led to repeat sales, but it was hard work. She had been doubtful about the job when in desperation she had taken it, but it had been surprisingly well paying. At least she didn't owe any bills and had been able to put a substantial down-payment into this house, which, like most in the hot valley, had a swimming pool. Not big, but enough to cool off in and sit around on days off having cocktails with friends -- if you happened to have any friends.
Furiously, in frustration, the lonely divorcee hammered the typewriter until it almost jumped off the table, her fingers a blur over the keys. In a surprisingly short time she was finished, and then went to the garage to make up the orders from her stock. Some items she would have to pick up from the central warehouse in the city, but most she had, and quickly organized them. Then she made up the basket for her late rounds, the items for the single male customers... college students and bachelors.
That, she had discovered, was where the money lay. A housewife with children and bridge clubs and luncheon dates is not the best customer for a beautiful blonde house-to-house salesgirl. But men living alone would often buy things they didn't really need because they were lonely and liked to have a pretty girl to talk to. Shirley Blaine knew she could count on an average of four date offers every night as she covered her territory.
Some night, I'm going to say YES! she thought as she finished. I'm just too much alone... I'm going to do something nutty... I'm being unnatural, not dating!
Maybe a refined, older, professional man. just for dinner and conversation... not a young one that I'd be tempted to take for a lover...
Shirley finished her stock work and knew she'd have to do something to get out of her mood. She realized that she was sweating heavily and that the hottest part of the day was almost upon her. Well, there was always a cold shower and then a dip in the mini-pool.
"I must smell like a billy goat," she muttered to herself as she returned to the house, peeling off her sheer blouse, baring the fullness of her ripe breasts, unzipping her short skirt and, with one smooth motion, bending to peel it and her bikini panties down the long, tapering columns of her legs and tossing the garments into the laundry hamper. As she started the water running in the shower, she turned to study herself in the full-length mirror.
What she saw pleased her in the physical sense.
She was taller than average, five feet ten inches, and slender. If it wasn't for the fullness of her thrusting breasts and the ripe swell of her womanly hips, she might well have been a fashion model. Indeed, she'd had more than one offer to pose but all had involved wearing the barest minimum of clothes... and some had involved total nudity. She had curtly rejected all.
Now she leaned close to the mirror and inspected her face. Without false pride, she decided she was still what was called a "classic beauty". Her eyes were huge and despite their light color, inviting, sensuous. Her cheekbones were high and well defined, the skin smooth and cream-colored despite her hours every day in the scorching sun. Shirley had skin which never turned dark, or sunburned. Its shade was a pale gold, winter and summer. Her lips were heavy, fully-rounded, generous and made for love. Looking at herself, she could understand why her husband had wanted to put his penis deep inside them.
Sometimes, as she walked the streets on her rounds, she was self-conscious about her breasts because men stared. For her slender build, they looked so big. They were firm, wide-set, the nipples prominent and for some reason inclined to be erect even though Shirley had no sexual thoughts in her mind. They poked out from the darker areola impudently, inviting eyes and hands. Then her body narrowed to an hourglass waist. Her belly showed only the most gentle rise, just enough to be unmistakably feminine, before the rich swell of hips and buttocks began. She knew her ass-cheeks jiggled and twitched when she walked, but she couldn't help that - it just happened to be the way she was built.
Her legs were long, richly-tapered, with firm, flowing thighs, dimpled knees, gracefully-turned calves. And at their apex, the essence of her being. Her tight little cunt, so delicately furred with pale blonde little curls in a tiny triangle which didn't conceal the fleshy lips at all, but rather emphasized them, making them seem larger than life, softer, more inviting. Her cunt was so sensitive! Shirley could not wear panty-hose... they gripped her so tightly that just walking a few blocks would bring the juices flowing and fill the soft mouth of her pussy with eager hot blood and her clitoris would lengthen and become unbearably sensitive and right in the middle of a crowd she would find herself cumming involuntarily and have to seek some place to sit and let the urgency pass.
One day while canvassing, she had found an unlikely, almost obscene, but practical solution.
She had been amazed as she passed a shop which sold pornographic literature, artificial phalluses, movies and such things to discover a line of erotic lingerie - lacy brassieres with holes for the nipples and smoke-thin panties made with a slit in the crotch, presumably so a girl could take a man's cock into her cunt without even pausing to pull them off.
The distressed blonde had stared in fascination, imagining the possibilities. She was not interested in those but in a practical need of her own. She needed panties that wouldn't rub her crazy! She fortified herself with four drinks and found courage to enter the shop, where she found a fragile girl wearing no panties or bra at all, and was finally able to confide her problem.
"Honey, I wish I could cum that easy!" the salesgirl said. "I can fuck all night and I'm lucky to cum once! Here, go on in the back room and put on a pair and take a hike. See if they work for you. One nice thing is you get a cool breeze on your pussy."
Blushing at the language, Shirley Blaine had tried it, and she found that it was really a solution. Walking, the slit in the panties parted baring the sensitive lips of her cunt and not arousing her. Sitting, it closed and her pussy was as concealed as it would be by ordinary panties. And the breeze did feel good, cooling her burning flesh.
Returning to the shop, she blushingly said, "They're very comfortable... would you have about two dozen in my size?"
"Sure," the salesgirl said. "You really want them just because you get so hot in the pussy?"
"Honest." Despite herself, Shirley had laughed.
"Some people got all the luck. You want to go to work?"
"Work? I'm working now. I sell stuff door to door."
"This work would suit you better, honey." The salesgirl was young and had a pixie grin and a bouncy way of moving. "Fucking. You're beautiful and from what you said you sure as hell need a lot."
"No, thanks," Shirley said, wanting to be offended by such a suggestion but finding it impossible because she could see the young girl was really trying to be helpful. She wished she could be as casual about sex, but to her it was all wrong, selling your body. "I don't think that's my line. I peddle cosmetics and like that."
"What a fucking waste!" Again the pixie grin. "Prove it!"
Shirley did. Before she finally left, three hours later, she had sold enough to more than pay for her new lingerie and had been introduced to eight other girls and taken enough orders so she could have afforded a week off. How they made their living was none of her business... and she'd heard some fascinatingly revolting stories. Some of them she believed, others seemed invented to entertain. She could not imagine, first, how girls could do such things with men, and, second, how they could ever sit around and talk and joke about them.
To her, giving her body to a man was a sacred thing, and done only one way.
It was amazing how many ways there were to do it!
Yet, despite their wantonly admitted depravity, the young, beautiful prostitutes were perhaps the most friendly people she had ever met, the most compassionate. They never called her a square and with the exception of one never commented on her own personal problems.
"You're well rid of the son of a bitch," a red-haired girl said. "Go find a guy who'll treat you right and fuck you all night and baby, you got it made. Don't give him bread. But damn it, get yourself fucked! Otherwise, you're going to turn lesbian." She gestured around the room to the others. "You think I'm shitting you? Ask any of the girls here how often we fall into each other's arms... and not one of us is queer... we just get so much shit from the johns and we can't find a good man of our own, one we can keep. You get a good one, Shirl."
The whole thing had stunned Shirley, but she was sure there was some truth in it.
The beautiful and love-starved young divorcee checked the time. She had about three hours before setting out on her evening rounds. She showered quickly with the lukewarm water, as cold as she could get it, over her lush body and decided to swim out her frustrations in the little pool. It was so tiny she could only make a few strokes in any direction before flipping over the other way and turning back but it was better than no pool at all, and because the patio around it was entirely enclosed by a high fence and bushes, she could swim naked. That was one nice thing about the little house - she could move around without the restriction of clothes, lie in the shade of an old white oak tree or in a chaise longue in the sun without having to worry about peepers. There were no houses over looking her little place. Nobody could spy on her. And she loved the sun, the friendly sun that warmed her body when she had no man.
Naked, breasts bouncing, she stepped from the shower and through the house to the pool, wrapping her long blonde hair into a knot before plunging into its cool depths. For a long time she lay, flowing with the slow surge of water, her breasts above the surface, luxuriating and thinking she was really lucky to have all this as the sun burned down and warmed her limber young body. Shirley had tried some of the suntan lotion she sold and discovered it didn't work for her. She got no darker. She had a golden hue to her flesh and she was stuck with that. Finally, to ease the urgency, she dove and surfaced like a porpoise until she was exhausted and then climbed from the pool to lie on her back, her long, smoothly-tapered legs spread, under the burning sun on the chaise longue.
The sun was burning her cunt.
"Ooooh, noooo... " she whispered, feeling the urge. Several times her mouth softly formed the words, but there was no stopping the sensuous searching of her fingers.
First to her breasts, tweaking the aroused nipples, squeezing them until they hurt agonizingly, cupping the firm, full mounds and then her hands sliding slowly over the swell of her belly and finally between her legs as her body undulated, her pubic mound thrusting up.
Groaning, the beautiful blonde divorcee spread her cunt open to the sun and felt its heat on the tender coral-hued inner lips. She began to rub herself as her clitoris hardened like a tiny penis. It was so sensitive! Just the touch of her finger there made her convulse! Even the softly-curling golden hairs that fringed her tight little pussy seemed to be alive with electricity. Her entire lithe young body trembled with every caressing stroke and the lewd, obscene visions began to flood her mind as her salaciously searching fingers delved deeper and deeper into her juicing pussy.
Cock! Oh, how I need cock! Long and hard and thick filling my cunt, and squirting in me while I cum!
Mortified at her own wanton, sluttish thoughts, the sleek blonde couldn't help herself. She rammed her twirling fingers deep into the hot, wet depths of her vagina, so hard she hurt herself with her fingernails, but at the moment of passion she couldn't care. She just had to have the physical relief. She thought of herself lying under a virile young, innocent man and fucking to death, having his cock instead of her own fingers plunging deep into her belly. But for some obscure reason, he had to be young and innocent, as she thought of herself. They would find pure love together that way.
"Oh, God, I need love!" Shirley moaned as her fingers drove deeper and deeper into the sweet well of her pulsing cunt.
The throbbing which preceded an orgasm was beginning... and so was the terrible guilt. Shirley pinched the tiny bud of her clitoris cruelly between thumb and forefinger, attempting to punish herself for the obscene thing she was doing, but it only heightened her need and urgency. She thrashed ground on the chaise longue, gasping as the sexual sensations consumed her, and screamed softly, her sensuous mouth contorted in ecstasy as her hand moved faster and faster over the fleshy lips of her pulsing cunt and went deeper and deeper into her vaginal passage. She knew what she was doing but couldn't help herself.
Nobody could help her!
Then it hit her... the orgasm!
Her body went entirely out of control as the heat erupted from her churning vitals. Her legs flailed the air. The extended nipples of her breasts seemed hot as the tips of burning cigarettes. Every nerve end was on fire as the sweet juices gushed from her burning cunt to cover her fingers. Wantonly she brought them to her mouth and the soft pink tip of her tongue licked at them. Again and again she drove the fingers inside her wetly flowing pussy and licked at them until she was satiated and her mouth was thick with the honey of her own body.
And then she lay back in the sun, drained.
"Sick, sick, sick, " she murmured to herself even as her hand moved down the sweating flesh and between her legs one more time.
She impulsively jumped into the pool again and tried to rid herself of the realization of what she had done... she had yielded to her carnal desires again in such an unnatural way.
Shirley swam furiously, trying to work it all out of her body, but she knew that there was no avoiding it... to do something like that was unnatural. Sinful... perhaps more so than doing it with a man, which was the right thing. So, if she was afraid of being terribly hurt by another bad marriage, why not a lover, a very casual lover? One who would not hurt her when he discarded her as Frank had done.
What was marriage except a few quick words and a piece of paper?
Well, she certainly had plenty of chances for affairs. On her list of customers were at least thirty young, good-looking men, single, who had invited her to drink with them, or have dinner or go dancing and everything. They were clean-cut, had good jobs and some of them might be as lonely as herself. Perhaps with one of them she could find at least a good relationship.
Whatever developed would certainly be better than lying in the sun and fingering herself!
With her eyes wet with tears, Shirley Blaine decided she must select one for a lover.
Find a young and gentle one who would be true to her - even worship her, as she would worship him.
She could not imagine promiscuously going from one man to another. Shirley knew what she wanted. A male who could satisfy her body, and enrapture her mind. It would be nice if he had a big penis, too. Frank, for all his faults, had always filled the hot vault of her pussy to the bursting point and she didn't know if she could ever be content with a man who wasn't well endowed.
As she went back to the house for her second shower, Shirley Blaine began listing the specifications of the lover she would take.
First, he would have to be young and virile.
Second, tall enough so she didn't feel strange walking down the street with him.
Third, and most important, a real lover. Not just good in bed but a man who made her feel comfortable and wanted always. One who would not try to dominate her simply because he was the male.
She felt it would make no difference if he was a destitute college student or a millionaire. A poor boy she could and would support. A millionaire could support her. And it would make no difference to her as long as she was loved and her needs fulfilled.
"Damn fool dreamer," she muttered as she stepped from the shower and dried herself with a fluffy towel.
* * *
The lovely divorcee dressed quickly but with care, in a minidress and gleaming leather calf-high boots. She used no makeup and tied her hair back so she looked closer to eighteen than her actual twenty-eight years of age. She knew that the type of customer she would be calling upon in the evening would be more likely to buy from a young girl than an older woman. She ate a hard-boiled egg and drank a cup of instant soup for sustenance, took her basket and headed out on her route for the evening. It brought her close to the city, into one of the high-rise developments. The company had gone to the trouble of collecting a list of residents of the apartments and classifying them. Before Shirley Blaine pushed a buzzer, she had a pretty good idea of who was going to answer the door, of how many people lived in the place and of what their income was. She knew where to expect to find a student, or a rising professional man, or a young couple shacked up. .The latter she avoided, because the girl, seeing her long, smooth legs and the fullness of her free-swinging breasts, would instantly decide she was a threat. Two students were pure gold because they would take one look and fall all over themselves to buy her products in the hope of getting a date and eventually getting her into bed. The professional men, young lawyers or engineers or doctors or the like, would be slower but usually bought more..
I'm a whore. Shirley sometimes thought. I dress in a sexy way and lead them on and really give nothing. Except that what they buy is good. I don't cheat them like the magazine subscription gang. It's not my fault if they want to get me into bed!
She put her basket of samples and her catalogues into the station wagon and went to work. But it turned out to be a poor evening. The heat of the day had evidently driven most of her prospective customers out of their apartments to the communal swimming pools or air-conditioned bars or someplace else. Few were at home, although those she did manage to raise were willing to buy at least a few items, if only enough to give her a few sorely-needed dollars toward her home and living expenses. Certainly nothing to send her laughing all the way to the bank in the morning. Finally she decided that the young men who lived in the high-rise apartments were fleeing from the still-hot sun, as she wished she could, or were off somewhere with their girlfriends, and she was wasting her time. Perhaps a family neighborhood would be better. Families stayed home more often. She threw her things in the wagon and drove to a suburban neighborhood which she usually canvassed only in the morning and began ringing doorbells.
Although she found more families at home, this was no more productive. Housewives took one look at Shirley in her short dress and compared her freshness with their own drabness and closed the door in her face before their husbands could get a look at her. "I'm going to have to buy a brassiere and wear it, the long-legged blonde thought wearily. She calculated her commission for the evening. It came to less than five dollars, and she had only another half hour to work. A lousy day, but then there were days which were much better than she deserved and it all balanced out. But this was a stinker hot day, and people were so irritable. Including herself, she admitted. She would have kicked a dog just out of frustration. Shirley would have gone home immediately, but was afraid if she did she would shamefully yield to her own carnal desires and play with herself again, just to get the pressure off.
Or worse, she might go out to a bar and let herself be picked up by a stranger and get fucked.
God! How she needed to be fucked!
Her loins ached with a need her fingers could never satisfy. With a heavy sense of guilt, she admitted to herself that what she needed desperately was a man inside her, his long, thick, hard cock ramming into her flesh, satisfying her in a way she could never do herself.
"Damn, damn, damn," she whispered as she drove slowly through winding, tree-shaded streets, looking for a likely house to make a final call. After which she would call it a day. She would try one more time to sell her products and then to hell with it, she would go home and splash in her own swimming pool. The air conditioner was running in the car, blasting cold air over her. She suddenly realized that her unsuccessful selling trip had left her frustrated and her cunt was burning again. Her hand was so inadequate! She pulled to the side of the street and directed the stream of frigid air between her legs as she pulled open the slitted panties and bared the fleshy lips of her throbbing pussy. She pushed the button that made the seat recline and lay back, her long legs lewdly opened and squeezed her breasts with urgent fingers, making the long nipples come up hard while her cunt lips opened to the refreshing blast of air. Shirley's clitoris throbbed and through her mind flashed passages from books she had read on witchcraft and demonology and the black arts.
Copulation with Lucifer. His penis was supposed to be ice cold.
"Fuck me, Lucifer," she groaned. "Fuck me!"
The lewd words brought release as the frigid air streamed over her burning-hot pussy. She undulated in orgasm, the wetness streaming over her sleek thighs, and finally collapsed back against the soft, sweet-smelling leather of the seat, spent and nearly satisfied.
It was the first time she had cum without using her hands, and she could not understand it.
Shamed at her carnality, the long-tressed blonde found a Kleenex in the glove compartment and wiped between her legs, trying to scrub away the evidence of her lust.
She was suddenly consumed with fear.
Shirley knew she was going to do something bad... and would not be able to stop herself. She had no idea what it might be, except that it would have to do with her own terrible sexual need. She would sooner or later yield to her body's carnal wants, and yet this was the last thing she wanted to do. For two years she had gone without the driving force of a penis. Gone without the love of a man. She had denied herself in a way she knew was as unnatural as her fingering herself, or the strange ecstasy she surged with in the stream of cold air.
The question was, how long could she hold out... could she find a man, and be good to him, before she broke down completely?
Went to hell in a hand basket, as an old Iowa farmer she had once known was fond of saying?
Jesus, help me! she pleaded silently as she readjusted the seat and got the car moving.
Dusk was closing in and there were lights in the houses of the suburban neighborhood now. She tossed her long blonde hair back and determined that she would make one more call before quitting for the day. But where? Which house? Most of those she passed had bicycles or children's toys in the front yard, and these she passed up. There was no point to dealing with housewives at this time. She wondered if she might find a bachelor alone. Her sales kit was loaded with things for single men -- but few single men lived in houses in this area. They usually had studio apartments - the 'swinging singles' sort of thing.
"I should just go home and get thoroughly smashed drunk," Shirley Blaine muttered, and even as she said it, knew this was the one thing she must not do. She had to snap out from her depressed mood, and that meant talking to somebody. So she would try one more house. Just one more. After that, she might even break down and treat herself to a steak at a good restaurant, something she allowed only about once a month. She knew a couple of dark, quiet places where a single woman could go without being annoyed and have a glass of wine with the prime rib and a cognac and coffee and sit and meditate. The budget would allow it, even though this day had not been productive. Grinning at the' prospect, she said, "One more shot at the moon!"
The house which caught her eye was like all others in the area. Low, rambling, ranch style, sort of like her own but much bigger and more expensive. There were no bikes outside. Inside there were lights, and the entry light was on. Two pickup trucks were parked in front and that meant men might be inside. Shirley wheeled her station wagon into the drive, got her basket and went to the door, fixing a pouting smile on her face as she rang the bell. At the same time, she read the card beneath it.
It said: CHUCK HA WES, Builder.
No Mr. And Mrs. Just Chuck Hawes, singular.
Well, that was promising. A man living alone always needed something if he was trying to keep house for himself.
The heat of the day was still oppressive and Shirley could feel perspiration forming on her body as she heard the doorbell chiming. She was glad this day was coming to an end. Then the door opened and she was confronted by a teenaged boy with shaggy sun-bleached hair, naked to the waist and wearing faded blue jeans.
Shirley had expected someone much older and had to instantly switch her usual sales pitch if she wanted to get through the door. The boy had a promise of being really handsome when he grew up, his features lean and his tall body muscular without an ounce of excess weight showing. His eyes swept hotly up and down her scantily clad figure and he blushed, as though just the sight of her had instantly brought prurient thoughts to his mind. Well, she had seen that reaction before in men, and she knew that her physical beauty alone sold most of her merchandise. Shirley smiled and tossed her head, making her hair flow over her bare shoulders, and she was glad that she had dressed to look eighteen instead of twenty-eight. She held her basket in front of her as she spoke.
"Hi! I'm Shirley, and I'm selling this stuff. It's pretty good. All kinds of things for young men. And stuff for the house, too. Can I show you?"
"Oh, wow!" the boy said, and held the door open wide.
With a surge of unexplainable excitement, Shirley went into a big living room. It was like entering a room full of electricity. She had never felt anything like it in her life... the boy's eyes had almost burned holes in her and yet he seemed so young and almost shy.
The heat of the day burned my brain, she thought. She fumbled for words.
"Are you Chuck Hawes?" the distressed blonde managed to say. "I saw the name by the doorbell... "
"Naw... that's my dad, I'm Johnny," he said. "The housekeeper is away, and so is my dad... he's in the construction business. So I can't buy anything, Miss... "
"Shirley," she said impulsively as she put her basket down. "You don't have to buy anything... I'm almost a neighbor and the next time I come maybe your housekeeper or your father will be here and I can sell them something and you can introduce us. Okay?"
"Sure! Hey, I'm forgetting my manners, Miss Shirley. Sit down!" the boy said urgently. He looked at her heavy basket and went on. "You must get tired lugging that thing. How about a drink?"
"A cola, or fruit juice," she said, hesitantly. Something about this boy was disturbing her. She was becoming aroused, and it wasn't right to let herself do that. She fumbled for words. "It has been a hot day, but I only work a few hours in the morning and then in the evening... it's not bad."
"Dad's taught me to be a pretty good bartender," Johnny said. "How about a gin and tonic?"
"Well... " she said.
The tall, handsome youth quickly slid back a wall panel, exposing a small but well-stocked bar. Quickly he made the drink in a glass already frosted in the tiny refrigerator, expertly pouring and squeezing a wedge of lime. He opened a bottle of Coke for himself and settled on the floor in front of her. Shirley knew he was looking at her legs and breasts but didn't feel self-conscious about it, and was even pleased that she was attractive to him, in spite of his youth. And he had made a good drink, a perfect balance of the gin and tonic and lime. It was deliciously refreshing and she was glad she had chosen this house, even though she sold nothing.
An instant friendship developed between them, even though with a glance Shirley could see the boy was sexually aroused. The long, thick outline of his erect penis was unmistakable in the tight jeans and his eyes couldn't stay off the long smoothness of her legs or the jutting, hard-nippled swell of her breasts as he talked. But she took this as a compliment and was mildly thrilled that she could arouse such interest, even if it was in a young boy. The way Frank had discarded her, and the sheer lewd lust with which other older men looked at her had hurt deeply. This teenager was pure, and his desires were pure, and if he could have pleasure from just looking at her, it was little enough for her to give.
And it was flattering to her to have such a handsome youngster obviously feel so much for her. She wished he was older... he might be the lover she yearned for so passionately.
As they talked, Shirley sensed Johnny was as much in need of love as herself. His mother was dead. His father was a stem, hard-working man whom he saw only once or twice a month, as his small contracting business kept him away from home most of the time. He did the best he could and there was no shortage of money, but he had to go where the work was. Chuck Hawes was never out of work but there was no way for him to take his son onto the jobs. Shirley sensed that both father and son were lonely. There was a housekeeper, a Mrs. Madden, an elderly lady, but for the most part, Johnny was on his own. He could come and go as he pleased. He made good grades in school and wanted to be an architect. To know the practical aspects of putting up a building, he was teaching himself to use hand tools and machine tools and see what they would do.
They talked on and on, and at one point the longing young divorcee wished they were naked, because then they could stop looking at breasts and thighs and the outline of throbbing cocks in jeans and be totally relaxed. Clothes were too exciting. Shirley was afraid that if this young boy suddenly pulled down his tight pants and let his throbbing cock spring out, she would just lie back and open her trembling thighs and scream for him to ram his manhood into her yearning cunt.
And she was sure she would cum with the first flesh-rending stroke.
But if they were naked together, it would be different. They might touch and look at each other, she gazing at his cock and him at the flowering lips of her curl-fringed vagina and not be nearly so excited. She knew he was embarrassed by the way he was looking at her, just as she was by .the way her eyes kept moving to the long, rigid erection in his pants, as they tried to make small talk.
Girl, you got to get to hell out of here! she told herself and looking at her watch saw with amazement that it was almost midnight.
"I have to go," she said finally. Then, trying to be businesslike, she handed him a catalog. "Johnny, thank you for a very pleasant talk.
You can show this to Mrs. Madden... maybe there are a few items she might need for the house. My address is in there, and most of the stuff I have right in my garage. Okay?"
"Sure," the handsome blond youngster said eagerly. "Mrs. Madden is sort of old and doesn't drive a car, and I only have a Honda trail bike, so most of the stuff has to be delivered in a taxi or something like that."
"Oh, I deliver - that's part of the service, Johnny," the long-limbed young woman said, trying to keep her eyes away from the front of his pants. Ever since she had entered the house, the thick rigid outline of his penis had been unmistakable through his sun-faded jeans. She was disturbed... and aroused, Shirley admitted to herself even as shame for her own carnality flooded her mind. Johnny was only a boy, even though he was at least six feet tall and had so much manhood emanating from him at his tender years. She knew she had to get out and wipe the lewd thoughts from her mind. But it had been so long since a man had made love to her...
God! What could she possibly be thinking of!
Forcing a smile, she took her basket. She almost ran to the car, praying that she could rid her mind of her obscene urges.
But just talking to the boy had been good for her. He had been respectful, hadn't even tried to touch her in a way that would seem accidental but, of course, wouldn't be. Shyly he had kept a safe distance between them, even though his yearning young eyes had been fixed on her full, wide-set breasts and the length of her bare legs.
Well, Shirley Blaine told herself as she started the car and headed finally for home, that was sweet, if unnerving. And, she admitted to herself, blushing, she would have been disappointed if such a handsome teenager had shown no interest in her as a woman.
Grinding her teeth, she knew she would finger herself again... and shamefully, this time thinking of young Johnny Hawes as her partner in lewd, wanton sex.
Must she always live a fantasy life?
CHAPTER TWO
The following day was a Saturday, for which Shirley was grateful. The weekends were her days off. because in the hot valley so many people headed for the cool fogs of the coast a hundred miles away. Sometimes she did the same but not often because it was so lonely being in a strange place by herself... and she always had to ward off males on the prowl for a single woman.
It had not been a good night. She'd had to take two sleeping capsules -- a very rare event -- so she could blank out and get desperately needed rest, and also close her mind to the vision of the young boy she had met. Her conscience troubled her severely. Just to think of having any sort of relationship with Johnny Hawes was in itself a sin, she felt.
But he was such a dam nice kid, in addition to being handsome, that it was really impossible not to have him filling her mind. She wondered if other lonely women had such lewd and obscene thoughts and supposed they did. Desires could be suppressed, but they were always there... and as a woman who was still young herself, in fact, just approaching the height of sexual awareness and need, it was a thing she could understand.
Furiously, Shirley attacked her housework, trying to clear the prurient thoughts from her mind. She had always been moral and this was no time to change... particularly in this situation.
With shame the beautiful blonde salesgirl recalled how, in the agonizing hours before she fell into a fitful, drug-induced sleep, she had used her hands over every inch of her body. She had imagined that her wildly delving fingers were the-long, thick cock of the young and innocent boy as they rammed deep into her flexing cunt, and now she blushed to think that in her urgency she had thrust the thumb of her other hand deeply, painfully into the warm, wet depths of her anus! It was the first time she had ever done such an unspeakable thing and she wished she could forget it, even though at the time it had been crazily stimulating, making her cum more furiously than she could ever remember.
With mop and broom and dust cloths and vacuum cleaner she swept through the house like a woman possessed, until the mounting heat of the day brought beads of sweat to her body and she realized the job was done, even to cleaning the oven of the kitchen stove. And the hard busy work had perhaps purged her body and mind of at least some of the evil desires and thoughts. Almost panting, Shirley Blaine pulled off the kerchief, letting her shining blonde tresses tumble down the smooth column of her back' and, putting her household tools away, quickly showered. It was sometimes difficult to work all day and still keep the house spotless, but she enjoyed it. The little house with its mini-pool and one massive oak was the first thing she had ever really owned herself. Not that she actually owned it, there was still a mortgage, but she had several thousand dollars equity in it, and a good credit rating, which was more than most of her neighbors could say.
She had done it all herself, with no help. Now all she needed was a good man to share it... and how she needed that man!
The neighborhood was strangely quiet. No children playing or power lawnmowers howling. Shirley recalled vaguely hearing a lot of cars roaring down the curving street earlier while she was on her knees scrubbing the floor, and supposed most of her neighbors had fled to the coast for the weekend. Well, there was nothing to stop her from doing the same. Except the thought of the long drive alone, having no one to meet at the other end, depressed her. The lonely young blonde told herself she was too vulnerable at the moment. She would inevitably be approached by men, and from one of them she would accept an invitation to dinner - and that would lead to drinks, and dancing... and Shirley was afraid she could not hold out when the man took her to her hotel room. She would let him come in.
And she would surrender her body.
No, better to stay home. After all, she had everything she needed. The house, though small, was comfortable. There was the pool, and the shade of the big oak. By going away for the weekend she would only be placing herself in an unfamiliar and possibly damaging environment.
Even worse, she was afraid that she would be the one to go on the prowl for a male who willingly would mount her and ram his long thick penis hard up into the soft flesh of her eager cunt!
There were times she wished she could be like the prostitutes she had met in the sex shop. They were honest with themselves and each other. At least a dozen times a day they did what she hadn't enjoyed for two years. Even though some of their partners were undoubtedly not exactly choice, they at least had the sensation of a man between their legs, his penis urgently plunging and reaming deep into their heaving loins... they at least knew they were women, even if at times they had to do unspeakable things with their mouths or even - even offer their anuses to a complete stranger. Some of the girls would not do that, but two who did said that it was really the wildest kind of sex once you learned the technique.
I've got to stop thinking like this, the troubled young blonde told herself forcefully. Taking only a short terrycloth robe and towel, she almost ran from the house and her body smoothly knifed into the sparkling water of the pool. Naked, she floated, feeling the hot sun on the tips of her breasts as they rose above the surface. For a long time she didn't move, letting the water soothe the urgency in her yearning body, and then she swam, her long legs splashing, her nearly-white ass-cheeks upturned to the sky. Then she climbed out and lay on a mattress, letting the hot air quickly dry her pale gold flesh.
Shirley vowed she would not let her hands move to her warm cuntal "vee" under any circumstances. She had indulged herself already in too much self-gratification. Through power of will if nothing else, she would keep control of herself. But the weekend seemed to stretch endlessly ahead of her and she decided that in the evening she would treat herself to dinner. And at the auditorium a recital of chamber music was programmed. She might attend that, even if she didn't really understand it. It would be a diversion. Now she wanted a drink, but would not allow herself one. She usually had a sherry or highball before going to bed on work nights. But to start drinking in midday on the weekend would be a very bad thing. Shirley was convinced the bottle was an evil companion, particularly when one was alone.
If someone came to visit, of course, that would be different, having a sociable drink. But nobody ever came, and the troubled girl knew this was her fault. She could easily have any number of men visiting, or taking her to dinner and concerts, or over the mountains for a weekend at the beach, but she had not let herself go. and the men had been discouraged.
"You got to be some kind of fool," she told herself as she rolled onto the smooth roundness of her tiny belly and let the sun scorch the rich roundness of her buttocks, spreading her legs wide to take its heat in the tight crevice of her ass-cheeks. It was nice in a way, being alone, bare to the day behind the high fence. Although no one but Frank had ever seen her naked, she liked to feel free of the restrictions of clothes - even a bikini was confining.
Resting her beautiful face on her arms, Shirley Blaine drifted into a daze, and almost felt like she was floating on the mattress. She heard the tiny animals and birds making their little sounds and they lulled her to the verge of sleep. Somewhere something was going pop-pop-pop and she wondered idly what it might be. Then a few minutes later, her reverie was broken by the persistent ringing of bells, which she finally identified as her own door chimes.
"Oh, dam," she muttered, wondering who it might be. With a grimace of irritation, she hurriedly pulled the robe on and knotted the belt around her narrow waist. She was aware that under it she was naked, but it was enough to cover her modestly, coming to mid-thigh, and whoever was ringing her bell could be dealt with quickly. She called out, "Coming!"
At the door she blinked in surprise and suddenly, belatedly, wished she had taken time to put on more clothes. Johnny Hawes was waiting, shuffling his feet nervously, smiling shyly. In the drive was a small motorbike. He wore only hiking shorts and scuffed tennis shoes. Shirley Blaine was aware that she was blinking at him in an unnatural way, and felt herself blushing as she thought of how naked she was under the robe. Well, he wouldn't have any way of knowing that.
"Johnny... I didn't expect anybody... I was out by the pool!" Shirley stammered.
"Gee, I didn't mean to disturb you," the boy said, wiping great beads of sweat from his forehead. His young body was almost dripping wet, and Shirley supposed he had been riding around on his motorcycle and baking in the sun, which now was almost furnace-hot. He dug into a pocket and came up with a folded sheet of paper. "Miss Shirley, I talked to Mrs. Madden and gave her your catalogue." He grinned, his eyes sweeping over her hungrily yet shyly. "She was real glad to get it, because a lot of the things you have she's had to lug home from the store, and the prices are about the same. Mrs. Madden made up this list and maybe I could take a few of the things she really needs today with me on the bike and you could bring the rest by later, like the first of the week."
Shirley glanced at the list and blinked several times. Obviously Chuck Hawes' housekeeper didn't like fighting the crowds in supermarkets. The total came to nearly a hundred dollars!
"Oh, Mrs. Madden made out a check," the handsome youth said, producing another piece of sweat-stained paper.
"Oh, Johnny, that wasn't necessary," Shirley blurted. She was finding it hard to look into his eyes. Her own kept dipping to the front of his tight shorts- .. and yes! It was there! The long thick outline of his cock. She imagined she could see it pulsing with blood and she pleaded. God! Protect me from myself! She saw the beads of perspiration streaming down his lithe, tanned body and said, "What's the matter with me! Letting you stand out in the hot sun like this! Come in -- the house is cool."
Awkwardly he accepted the invitation. He felt uncomfortable. He couldn't keep his eyes off the lovely-divorcee, even though he realized she was older. She was so beautiful! The most beautiful woman he had ever seen! And such a nice person! He wondered just what Shirley was wearing under the short robe -- and what she would look like without it! Not that a kid like him ever had a hope in the world of finding out, but he couldn't help thinking. He thought it was maybe a little too small for her - the way her full, wide-set breasts pushed out against it, spreading the fabric until he could see down into the deep cleft between them. Damn! As far as he could see, almost to the nipples, the color of her skin was the same golden brown. Maybe in her backyard she didn't wear any clothes at all!
Although Johnny Hawes had never actually had sex with a girl, he'd seen some undressed. And they always had those pale white bands of flesh around their tits and asses, and that sort of turned him off. Like it didn't seem natural to hide one or two little parts of your body from the sun. He had a couple of places he went on the trail bike where nobody could see him, and he liked to lie naked and get a tan. Of course, he'd never do it where anybody could see, but he thought it would really be groovy to have a girl sunning herself with him.
Not to have sex with the chick. That would be nice, but it could also get a kid his age in trouble, and if the cops didn't put him away, his old man would kick his ass to Mendocino county and back for sure!
And Miss Shirley was prettier by far than any girl he'd ever met. He could hardly hold himself back from reaching out to touch her as she bent over a table in the small living room and began to make check marks against the list he'd brought. Her robe lifted in back and he could see the swell of her ass-cheeks.
Jesus! She didn't have any pants on!
Johnny realized that he must have caught her while she was sunning herself the way he did when he had the chance! His eyes bugged as he stared at the tight crease of her buttocks. He saw a slight suggestion of softly curling tiny blonde pubic hair and felt his penis jump in his shorts. He had never imagined a woman could be so beautiful, with such long, smooth legs. And the way her ass was so small but beautiful! He fought back the terrible urge to reach for her, touch her flesh. Not lewdly or obscenely, but reverently, because she was so perfect. And if he did, he was sure Shirley would turn on him with her claws and slash him as he would deserve to be slashed for even thinking of her in such a way. The boy tried to look away and couldn't.
It was as well Johnny Hawes couldn't have seen Shirley Blaine's face at that moment. Too late, she had realized she was exposing herself. Concentrating on the list of items Mrs. Madden needed, she had bent over the table and it was only when she felt the frigid blast from the air conditioner on her cunt lips that she realized the view she must be presenting to the young boy who had occupied her autoerotic sex fantasies!
Oh, my God! the embarrassed blonde divorcee thought.
What the devil do I do?
Shirley knew the damage had already been done... realized how in his virile adolescence the boy had been aroused by her the night before and again, instantly, when she had opened her door to him a few minutes earlier. That could not be undone - but how to keep the situation from getting worse?
If she suddenly straightened up and pulled the hem of her short robe down over her smooth ass-cheeks, it would be so obvious as to make the situation worse. He might think she had shown herself to him on purpose.
Had she? Subconsciously had she bent over the table to display her most secret flesh! God, she hoped not, but it was a question she couldn't answer for herself.
The embarrassed blonde forced herself to remain in the same position, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, and go over the list. Behind her, she could hear Johnny's heavy breathing. She prayed that the blush would subside from her face, and that she could pretend she was entirely unaware when finally she turned to him, and it was an ordeal. She knew that if he came in close behind her at this instant and pushed his long, hot penis between her legs, she would not be able to protest. She would bend further over the table and open her seething cunt to him and cry out her need as his rampant maleness surged up deep into her trembling belly.
But, thank God, he didn't! She got herself under control and straightened, turning, so she was no longer lewdly exposed, and managed to say casually, "I think just about everything's in the garage... what isn't I can get on Monday and bring to your house. Whatever you don't take with you now. How about a Coke?"
The wide-eyed boy's mouth moved a few times like that of a feeding fish before he could answer and his cheeks were red. Did the beautiful blonde know what he had seen? How he had stared and the things that had gone through his mind? The way her eyes were having trouble meeting his, he suspected she did. What he should do was jump on his little motorcycle and go far and fast... but he could not bear to leave, to be alone or just with Mrs. Madden. All his teenage friends had split with their families to the northern beaches on this intolerable hot weekend, and his dad wouldn't be showing up either.
"A Coke would be great," he. mumbled, trying to appear composed even as his eyes fell again to Shirley's long, gracefully-turned bare legs under the abbreviated robe. Now that he knew there was nothing but her own smooth flesh under it, the sight was almost intolerable, yet the boy was able to control his voice, even though his fingers twitched with the need to touch the golden body. "This is gonna be one hot summer, Miss Shirley."
"I'm afraid so," the aroused blonde divorcee said softly. "The pool isn't much bigger than a bathtub, but it's a pleasant place to sit, Johnny. Go on out through the back door and make yourself comfortable. I'll get the Coke."
Glad for the reprieve, the boy went one way while Shirley Blaine went the other, into the tiny kitchen. The refrigerator was well stocked with soft drinks, but for this occasion Shirley needed more. Damn, she thought! I would have put on at least shorts if I'd known it was him! And then to get so flustered I showed all of myself without thinking. Sweet Jesus, I really need a drink now! God help me to keep my hands off him... he's so beautiful!
She had some over-large insulated glasses, and into these Shirley with trembling fingers dropped ice cubes. Into one she poured straight Coke. Into the second went nearly four ounces of 100 proof Vodka before the soft drink was added. Recalling that growing boys were always hungry, she peeled the shells from hard-boiled eggs and quickly laid out several varieties of cold cuts and cheeses and some crackers on a platter and brought the whole lot out to the patio, where she found Johnny sitting erect in a folding chair under the oak. There was a table by the chair and she put the food and drinks on it. Her hand was shaking as she took her own glass and brought it to her richly-curved mouth.
"Nibble a hit," Shirley Blaine said, trying to make her tongue say the right words. She took another sip and felt the soothing Vodka reach her nerve centers. Now, she could almost look at the boy without trembling with wanton desire. The healthy young male scent of him, brought out by the hot sun, was filling her nostrils and she knew she was flaring like a mare in heat. Her sensitive nipples were growing longer and harder, brushing almost painfully against the thin fabric of her scanty robe. Her breasts seemed to be fuller, and her cunt lips were throbbing uncontrollably. From between them she could feel her clitoris rising, seeking. With a soft sigh, the young divorcee told herself I must send him away... but I can t... I CAN'T!
Reaching for her sun glasses, she tried to disguise the wanton need she knew must be showing on her face. She knew the lust in her eyes would be concealed from him... but an older man could take one swift look at her pouting lips and read the desire.
The boy was barely nibbling the snack and had hardly touched his Coke. He seemed to be trying to look away from her, but once when she caught his eyes she understood.
Johnny Hawes was feeling some deep guilt because he had looked at her bared ass-cheeks and cunt. It was her own fault, although Shirley had not intentionally exhibited herself. God, how she was trying not to arouse him, and to fight down her own carnal desires! But it had happened, and the boy was disturbed. And it was up to her to reassure him.
But how?
Well, there was the old saw about honesty being the best policy.
Lay it on the line.
Put the shot up where the geese are flying.
Shirley Blaine felt she owed it to the boy to put his mind at ease, regardless of the consequences to herself. After all, she. was older. Resolutely, she rose from her own chair to go and kneel by his. She took his big right hand between her own and made him look at her troubled face.
"Johnny, it's all right," Shirley said softly, making her sensuous mouth smile.
"Dunno what you mean," he mumbled, urgently shoving slices of salami into his mouth and trying to look away from her.
"You know dam well!" the long-tressed blonde said. "It's my fault but I didn't do it on purpose... bending over the table like that. So you looked! A man looks... and... a woman likes it! Women have to be attractive to men... or they don't feel they're women. I mean, you didn't do anything wrong, anything to be ashamed of." Now it was off the top of her head and she could almost relax. With a wry grin, Shirley said, "If you hadn't stared, I'd have been really put down. It's a great compliment for a woman of my age to get stares from a handsome young boy."
"You mean you're not mad!" the youngster said, hardly believing his ears. Could this lovely blonde have known what lewd and lascivious thoughts had passed through his mind while he stared at her bared ass-cheeks and the soft fringe of golden hair on her cunt? Maybe she did... and could she... would she... ever let him? No, never, Johnny told himself. If he couldn't make it with the teeny boppers at school, how could he ever hope to...
"I'm not mad," Shirley said, laughing. "You're too young to sit around moping. Take a swim!"
With that she rose from her knees and in one smooth motion pulled Johnny from his chair and threw him into the swimming pool. Water splashed and she found herself laughing as he came to the surface spouting. Now, finally, he was laughing. The serious mood had been broken and she felt much better and hoped he did, too. She also wanted to plunge into the pool but recalled she wore nothing under the robe, and it would be awkward to leave at this moment and go into the house for a bikini. So she could lie by the side of the pool and watch his sleek young body cut the water while modestly covered by the robe, even though it was a little short and the neckline plunged deeper than decency would command. Shirley went to lie on the mattress in the sun and, turned on her side, her head supported by one hand, watched Johnny Hawes playing porpoise.
The physical exercise seemed to be releasing his tensions, which was what Shirley had hoped for. She drew herself up long enough to skip into the house and refill their glasses, again adding a generous portion of vodka to her own.
While you 're here, put on some more clothes! she told herself.
Yet she could not. To put on a bikini would be taking something very important away from Johnny... and herself. She knew full well that every time he looked at her he imagined her naked under the robe. Well, the robe certainly covered much more of her than a swim suit would, and if she was careful about the way she moved and sat, he wouldn't see anything he shouldn't. And if she took pleasure from thinking of what was in his mind, who would be hurt? God, but she needed to at least think she could be attractive to such a fine young boy rather than older men with their grabbing hands and leers and whispered suggestions. All so vile! To have yielded to them would have left her feeling defiled.
On the other side of the coin, she was day by day becoming more and more achingly aware of her own needs. It was a dilemma Shirley had not found a way to resolve.
The world was full of men.
But how to find the right one?
Sighing, she carried the fresh drinks out to the patio, to find Johnny climbing from the pool, apparently refreshed and with his mind unscrambled. Gratefully he took the glass from her, and only too late did Shirley realize she was standing above him, and from his position his eager young eyes were feasting on the tight furrow of her blonde-fringed cunt.
Blushing, she quickly sat beside him, because that was the best way to cover herself. The mattress had been, in the sun so long it was burning hot, but she never felt the heat. She tucked the hem of the robe between her legs and lay back, smiling at the boy. He no longer seemed so nervous, but he was looking at her with worshiping eyes. The distressed young divorcee felt she had to say something now to break the tension which was building again -- in her own body and the boy. Although she knew she would be treading on dangerous ground, she thought she should give him a key to open up with his own problems. At least listening to them might take her mind from her own.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Johnny?" she asked.
"Well - not anyone steady, nothing heavy," he said. "You know in the valley here in the summer practically everyone splits anyhow. Just to get away from the heat. Me, I don't mind it much and there's plenty of work to keep me busy around the house. And Dad bought me a trail bike so I can take off and go up in the mountains when my chores are done."
Chores - how long had it been since she heard of a boy doing chores? Shirley smiled, thinking of her own rural upbringing. Although it was really only a few years ago, in those days, every kid had chores to do. And if they weren't done, there was a trip to the woodshed or a box stall in the barn, and the result was a stinging bottom. She thought that maybe that had been a better way than what was going on now, with youngsters handed everything on a platter... everything done for them and nothing expected by the parents in return. The lean young boy told her of the things he had to do around his house. Keep the lawn cut, the shrubbery pruned, the flowers fertilized and fix little things that went wrong with the house and didn't need a skilled carpenter or electrician. His father Chuck felt this was good work for a boy who would someday follow him into the contracting business or design his own houses.
"Dad says if you don't know all the things that can be wrong with a house, then you can't build good, or design right. But most developers don't care -- all they want is to put up something fast and cheap and get out."
"I think that's right, Johnny," Shirley conceded. "This house of mine has a lot of things wrong with it, but for the money it wasn't bad."
"It could have been better and not cost anymore," the boy retorted firmly. "I could show you... " Shirley was glad the direction of his thoughts had apparently changed, for she had felt guilty about arousing him, even though she hadn't meant to, and she said, "I'd like to have you show me."
"Sure," he said, rising from the mat. "Just little stuff, but it could make a difference."
Shirley let him get up first and then, tightening the belt of her robe and unobtrusively tugging its short hem down over her golden hued legs, led the way into the house. She was amazed by the way he quickly picked out its bad points - the traffic pattern, the way that by placing stove and refrigerator differently the kitchen would be much easier to work in, the way washbasin and toilet had been installed so that to get to one in the bathroom you had to almost fall over and bump into the other. For the first time the hard-working divorcee, who had little enough time to spend in her home, realized that a few changes would have made it much more livable.
"It's not a bad little house. Better than most." Johnny said. "But if my Dad had built it, he would have thought of these things and it wouldn't have cost a penny more to build."
Impressed with the seriousness of the youngster, Shirley led the way back to the patio. The sun had moved so that the ancient oak shaded almost the entire area around the pool now, although it was still very hot. She found herself studying Johnny's lean handsomeness as she said, "You seem to have a lot of respect for your father... not many young people think much of their parents these days."
She knelt on the mattress, leaving room for him beside her. Grinning, he flopped down and replied, "Guess I'm sorta square. But Dad treats me well, even if he isn't home much. Miss Shirley."
He stretched out on his back, and in that position the long, thick bulge of his penis was clearly outlined against his walking shorts. The sight of it brought instant arousal to the long-denied blonde divorcee and she tried to take her eyes away but could not. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch it, because she knew that it was for her, that she was responsible for making him this way. She wondered if he was physically aching and hoped not. She felt her loins flexing and realized that she was suddenly aching for it. Dam the vodka! And then she told herself don't blame the vodka - it's you! You've gone without too long is all!
Her tight little vaginal slit clenched and opened and Shirley could feel the nipples of her beautiful, wide-set breasts getting long and hard under her robe. And she could feel the boy's eyes on the rich swell of her bosom. She had an urgent need to reach down under her robe and press her fingers lewdly against her cunt... she was sure just a touch would relieve the terrible pressure inside her. But she couldn't do anything like that with Johnny so close. If only he'd jump into the pool again she could do it without him seeing...
Almost in terror, Shirley Blaine wondered why an adolescent boy aroused her so! God knew there were plenty of men, adults of all ages, who lusted after her limber young body. Some were, of course, revoltingly slobbish, but there were many who were young, close to her own age, and good-looking, pleasant guys who practically begged her to go out with them.
Yet none turned her on the way this shy, serious boy who was barely half her age did!
Looking at the outline of his penis through the drying shorts, she found herself sinfully yearning for it. Thrust hard and throbbing up into her love-starved pussy, spreading her tender flesh, making her gasp and cry out with desire and pleasure. She wet her lips nervously as she tucked the hem of her robe tighter between her legs. She just couldn't give Johnny another glimpse of her dilating cunt! If she saw him looking at it with his youthful desire, she was sure she would do something more vile and wanton than had ever crossed her mind before.
She would take his hand and put it on the softly-curling hair and press it against the pulsing lips, and then she would pull him on top of her. If he was inexpert, she would delve with her own lewdly-searching fingers until she found his rigidly hard cock and guide it into her throbbing loins.
Merely thinking of such a thing brought a flush of shame to her face, and she tried desperately to rid her mind of such salacious thoughts. The smart thing to do would be to get him out of sight immediately, and then try to get him out of her mind.
And at that moment, he made it all impossible.
He reached out with a trembling hand. His fingers touched her soft inner thigh.
Although her mind told her to firmly push his hand away, the love-starved blonde's body betrayed her. Her legs came tight together, imprisoning his hand only inches below the wetly-hot slit of her cunt and she couldn't repress her gasp of pleasure.
"Oooohhhhh!" she sighed. "Johnny... Johnny... "
"You're so beautiful!" the boy blurted. He sounded almost terrified at his own impulsive boldness.
"We mustn't... " Shirley mumbled.
But even as she whispered the words, his other arm came up to encircle her tiny waist. With a strangled cry, Shirley yielded. She dropped over him, her robe slipping open, baring her burning hot breasts. They flattened over his muscular teenage chest as her mouth wantonly found his. For a moment his lips were closed but her tongue wetly burrowed between them and then plunged deep into the hot cavern of his mouth. In a dim recess of her mind, the ravishing blonde realized Johnny had probably never been kissed this way before if he'd been kissed at all - and just the thought that she might be the first added more fuel to the fire in her loins.
She groaned and writhed as she felt his hand slip over the quaking tender flesh of her inner thighs and his probing fingers brush the flexing lips of her long-denied cunt.
This was wrong! This was unspeakably wrong!
She knew it, and she knew there was no way in the world to stop it. Moaning, the aroused divorcee sucked the boy's tongue into her own mouth, feeling it slide, first hesitantly, then urgently, between her sensuously seeking lips.
Shirley was lying half atop him now. Her breasts burned from the contact with his heaving chest and her nipples felt rock-hard. They were so sensitive she could feel -- or thought she could feel - every hair on his chest. Her fingers cupped his young, innocent face as her mouth worked urgently against his.
And she had to feel his cock against her trembling belly. Past all shame, she spread her long, smooth-fleshed legs over his thrusting pelvis. Through the thin fabric of his shorts she could feel the hardness of his aroused cock, and with wanton abandon she found herself rubbing her yearning pussy over the length of it.
There's still time to stop! She tried to tell herself that. She could stop this obscene rape of a teenager if only she didn't let herself touch his rock-hard penis!
But then she felt his newly-educated tongue spearing deep into her sucking mouth and knew it was impossible. What was going to happen was inevitable -- but would it be rape on her part? He needed her body as much as she needed his. Let it happen this one time! It might really be the best thing for Johnny, Shirley rationalized, if he was a virgin... to make love with an older woman rather than with some promiscuous teenage girl who could even infect him with a disease.
And she had been so long without a male. All the lonely nights seemed to pass through her mind as their entwined bodies writhed against each other in the shade of the oak tree. This might be inexcusable in the eyes of society - in her right mind it would be inexcusable to her -- but it was happening and she knew neither of them could stop. The desire was overwhelming.
Stop it! Stop it now before it's too late! The inner voice commanded her but she could not heed the command. She was trembling in every muscle of her body as wave after wave of unforgivable carnal desire swept through her.
And Shirley knew the same thing was happening with the eagerly aroused boy as his still-sheathed cock ground up at her pulsing cunt. Through the cloth she could feel the dampness of his pre-seminal fluid spreading over her burning body while his lewdly searching fingers began to slide into the fleshy folds of her pussy.
With rising ardor he sucked her tongue, and his mouth was crushing hers, bruising her lips, driving her beyond all reason. His free hand fumbled with the belt of her robe, yanking the knot loose, then delved into the deep cleavage of her breasts. The aroused divorcee moaned with sensual pleasure and anticipation of the ecstasy she was sure would come soon... the final release from two long, lonely years of celibacy.
Unable to restrain herself, she lewdly clutched at the zipper of his shorts and with trembling fingers yanked it down. The soft whirring sound was like a chain saw to her ears. She pulled her mouth from his and lifted herself slightly, enough to look down through the jiggling valley of her breasts as his rigid young cock sprang from its confinement. Instantly the thought sprang into her mind that while Johnny Hawes might be young in years, he certainly wasn't underdeveloped. To her his passion hardened penis seemed even bigger than Frank's had!
"Ooooohhhhh... " the aroused blonde divorcee murmured, reaching timidly to touch it with shaking fingers. It was so hot and hard, the mushroom-shaped tip smooth in contrast with the thickly-veined staff.
Shirley wanted it, the whole, burning hot length of it, to ram up deep into her quaking belly in the most urgent way... yet she felt a need to prolong this moment, because it was something that could never be allowed to happen again!
Never again for any reason... even now, she thought, she might be able to halt the wanton taking of this virginal boy if only she hadn't spiked her Coke with the vodka. But what was done was done and there could be no looking back. There'd be plenty of time for that later, the troubled woman reflected even as her tremulous fingers gripped the rigidly rampant penis and she heard the boy sigh as slowly, tantalizingly, she drew the tight, fleshy foreskin downward over the glans, fully baring the reddish-purple head of his surging young cock and allowing her to gaze yearningly at the pearl of pre-seminal fluid that swelled at the tiny hole in the tip.
Never again, for any reason! But now Shirley was lost in her own long-denied lust. She had to have virginal Johnny this once. Not quickly but lingeringly, prolonging the time of ecstasy as long as possible, yielding to her own carnality and giving the heavily-breathing boy the most pleasure she could!
The moaning blonde had an almost irresistible urge to bend low over his loins and kiss away the pearl. She wanted to taste his manhood but such a thing was impossibly obscene, of course!
She would draw him deep into her seething cunt and try to give him as much pleasure as he would be giving her -- and then make sure they never had a chance to do it again.
"Oh, wow!" the boy groaned as her soft fingers slowly stroked his iron-hard young penis. She was gazing at it as though mesmerized, her big blue eyes wide. Nothing like this had ever happened in his wildest dreams! A beautiful woman making love to him. He felt her weight, warm and soft, on his shuddering body, and he could feel her trembling nervously, too. He had to get into her! He had to fuck her! Was she just playing with him?
No, this wasn't playing he thought as she bent low over his loins, her face flushed. But why was she being so dam slow? Didn't she sense how much he needed to ram the phallus she was caressing hard up between the tight little curls of her cunt? See what it was really like to be inside a beautiful woman, instead of listening to the bullshit his buddies put out - he thought most of them hadn't fucked anything but their fists anymore than he had. Aroused beyond control, Johnny Hawes fried to roll Shirley onto her back and slide between the long, scissoring legs, but with a strength that surprised him, she writhed away and looked down at him with flaring eyes, her proud, wide-set breasts heaving as he gasped, "I gotta... jeez, I gotta do it with you!"
For a long moment the' flaxen-tressed older woman was silent as she thought, Yes, we have to do it with each other... once!
"I promise you, Johnny," she said in a hoarse whisper. She probed the recesses of her turbulent mind to find the right words. "But please... you have to understand something." She gently stroked his burning-hot penis with one hand and with the other caressed his sperm-heavy balls. "Give me a minute to try and... "
"I feel like I'm gonna explode," the boy protested. She had to smile in spite of herself. Her fingers on his thickened staff left no doubt that he was telling the truth. Well, Shirley thought, if he does - does cum in my hand, I'll make it up to him somehow. She forced herself to stop the rhythmic stroking of his penis, playing delicately with the foreskin and merely held it warmly, as she held his lightly-haired balls.
"I shouldn't be doing this and we both know it," Shirley began, tossing her head so her pale hair sprayed over her soft breasts tantalizingly. "But it's happening... and for me it has to happen slowly. Johnny, my husband left me for another woman a long time ago... and I haven't been with a man since. I - I just couldn't do it! But today... well... some things a person just can't say right, you know? I need time to build myself up. And I want it to last... to be good for both of us. You don't want a crying woman on your hands." She looked deep into his anxious eyes. "Can you try to understand... I have to get my head together, or I won't be any good for either of us. I have to get used to the idea. Just touching you like this was a big hurdle for me."
Slowly she slid her hand up and down his rigid maleness, seeing the purplish-red bulge of the mushroom-shaped tip and thrilled to know it was for her and her alone. But she wanted to be - had to be - taken slowly, at least at the beginning. She was sure once the pole-like phallus was deep in her cunt, it would be all right. Then she would want it ramming into her yielding flesh as hard and fast as the nervous youngster could do it to her!
Again Shirley had a surging desire to pull him into her yearning body, to be filled with his beautiful young cock, but she knew that what she had said was true. Maybe some of it had come from her subconscious, but it was vitally true and important that this coupling should happen only when she herself had adjusted to the idea... accepted the wrongness of it, if that was the right word for what she felt. She could see the agony of waiting in Johnny's eyes and realized what he must be going through at the moment. To him, she must seem like a whorish tease. And she wanted him in her pussy, filling the hot, steaming emptiness as much as he wanted to ram his rampant male body into her hot flesh. She wondered if the eager youth could ever realize she was going through just as much torment as he was?
How would he take her? Savagely, with a few fast, hurting strokes of his phallus? Or slowly and gently, which was what she yearned for! Frank had sometimes been almost brutal, just jamming himself into her unprepared body while her emotions were equally unready. So many times he could have given her great pleasure, made her cum furiously, if only he had taken a little time. But more often than not, he had spurted his hot, sticky sperm into her yielding little belly and with a groan pulled his shrinking penis out of her tightly-clutching cunt just as she was beginning to reach the peak. He had left her feeling used like a whore, unloved and uncared for, and she had lain quietly crying in their bed, wondering sadly why she wasn't enough, of a woman to make her husband want to satisfy her own needs.
Yet Shirley Blaine had remained true and faithful.
Had he been inadequate? Or did the blame lie with her? Would it have been different if she had given him her mouth or - or even her anus? Would those things have stimulated Frank to be a better lover?
Well, that was a moot question.
Now she had sunk to the point where from her own terrifying needs she was shamelessly -- well, not quite shamelessly, but certainly wantonly -- seducing a virginal young boy. Needing the youthful penis she now stroked gently. She wished she could let go of it like a red-hot poker, but her body was already committed even though her mind told her how wrong this was.
Well, if it was going to be wrong, she could at least be good for Johnny.
"Lie on your back," the confused blonde divorcee whispered. "And Johnny - don't rush me. Be like a statue at first. You'll know when to move."
Somewhat confused, the teenager did as he was told. He watched as Shirley Blaine straddled his hips with her long, slender legs. He found his eyes skidding from the rich swell of her tip-tilted breasts, down over the smooth roundness of her tight little belly, to the most secret part, the fleshy slit between her thighs that was guarded by the softly curling blonde hairs that he had touched with his fingers just minutes ago.
God, but she was beautiful! And she seemed so nice, tender, and it was obvious she felt more for him than just the sex they were going to have... if she would ever get rid of her hang-up and start doing it.
Dimly he remembered his mother. He had been so young when she died. But he thought he felt the same warmth in Shirley that he remembered from those distant days. And his mother had been beautiful, too, but in a different way. She hadn't been blonde. Now he could hardly remember whether her hair had been brown or black. But it didn't matter now.
Nothing mattered but Shirley Blaine poised over his upthrust cock, the soft lips of her cunt flexing as she slowly peeled his foreskin down and her soft fingers caressed the burning hot head of his manhood.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" he sighed, wanting to grab her smoothly rounded hips and pull her downward, impale her sweetly scented flesh!
But she had asked him to be patient, and he was afraid if he even touched her he would blow the whole thing, ruin this moment that was apparently something important to her. Above his eyes, her firm breasts swayed, the areolas growing darker as the blood of passion flowed from her pulsing heart into the elongated buds of her nipples. Johnny wanted to reach up and capture them in his big young hands, but again held back as the magnificent blonde slowly brought the tip of his aching cock to the very lips of her pussy and held it against them for a long minute before slowly, tantalizingly, rubbing it the full length of the warm, moist slit. He heard her gasp at the contact and watched as the bulbous head plowed slowly along the furrow of flaxen curls, barely parting the nether mouth. The woman's eyes were closed now and he knew she was feeling something very intense from the way her mouth ovalled as she sighed with lewd desire.
From her lips came a soft sound, not a whistle, but an exhalation of breath. Shirley felt the hot rubbery head of the penis throbbing against her distended cunt lips and wanted to plunge herself downward, impale her long-empty flesh. But she knew it would be better to be very slow this first time.
First time?
My God! What was she thinking of? What had happened to the silent vow that this would be the only time she would allow herself such depravity?
Sweet Jesus!
She looked down at the teenage boy and heard him groaning in mounting pleasure. Slowly she guided his cock up the now-dripping slit of her cunt, slowly lowering herself until it was sliding on the more sensitive inner coral-hued lips, until finally he touched the burning nub of her clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh... " the blonde divorcee gasped as she felt the pulse of his blood-engorged penis on the most sensitive spot of her body. Rocking slowly back and forth, she held it there and let the carnal sensations ripple through her like a raging flood. She could feel her pussy already soaking wet with a mixture of the trembling youngster's preseminal fluids and her own vaginal secretions. She knew that her yearning flesh would not need much more stimulation. Just the pressure of his cock-head on her clitoris was already sending fire through her loins. Another few minutes of just this much and she was going to cum! Shirley felt her eyes swimming as she gasped out, "Oh, Johnny... Johnny... Johnny!"
And then, without warning, it happened. She felt the churning deep in her belly and the sudden gushing far up in her cunt and suddenly the hot, sticky-slick fluid was flooding down her vaginal passage to coat the boy's cock and the hand that held it jammed hard against her clitoris as the spasms began to shake her body and she collapsed forward against him, her proud breasts flattening against his chest. She jerked wildly over Johnny, almost like she was having an epileptic fit, her mouth contorting, eyes rolling upward, nostrils flaring, mouth savagely biting into the meat of the boy's muscular young shoulder while her long legs clamped him tightly and she held his penis tight to her rapidly expanding and contracting cunt lips. From a long way off, she could hear herself screaming out her completion.
"Hey!" Johnny Hawes yelled as her sharp little teeth drew blood. "What the heck?"
Panting uncontrollably as the cumming ended in sweet ecstasy, the aroused divorcee managed to blurt out what had happened.
"I made it! Without you even inside me, I came! And oh, Johnny... I've never cum like that in my life! My God!" The limber blonde saw for the first time that she had bitten him so hard in her wanton abandon that he was bleeding, and tenderly she began to lick the flowing redness from his shoulder, tasting the saltiness even as she still felt him pressing urgently at the portals of her cunt. Why couldn't it ever have been like this with Frank? Why should she have to be perverted and only make it big with a boy who was barely half her age. "I mean, it really tore me apart, way up inside! Oh, it's going to be a lucky girl who gets you!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" the blonde-haired boy groaned.
Nuzzling his neck and fervently kissing his eyes and then tracing the outline of his sweet-tasting mouth, Shirley Blaine, still throbbing with her completion - the first real one in years did not understand at first. The boy sounded almost angry. Then she felt the hardness of him pressing into her belly, surging, and she understood then. He feared that, having had her own pleasure with him, she would leave him with a painful erection and aching testicles.
"Oh, darling, do you think I'd do that!" she blurted impulsively. Suddenly, with her long-stored passion slaked for the moment, for Shirley Blaine there was no right or wrong. There was only this youth who had filled her urgent need so well -- and he hadn't even put his long, hard cock inside her pulsing cunt! Now whatever she did had to be extra good! She had to bring him as much pleasure as she had taken from him. Her long wheat-straw hued hair obscuring his face, she bent over him and put her mouth to his right ear, teasingly running her tongue around it, and then whispered, "So much I owe you... this is for you... for both of us."
Again her limber, smooth legs straddled his narrow hips. With a lewd smile, she took his rock-hard penis into her suddenly deft fingers and slowly lowered her still dripping pussy to the blood-engorged tip, guiding it between the warmly fleshy lips until her tight cunt-hole was poised directly above it. With tantalizing slowness, Shirley let herself sink downward.
"Oh, God! This is for both of us!" the aroused girl cried as she felt the hot, rubbery head penetrate through the inner lips of her pussy. It seemed so big and hard. She gasped as, with a grinding of her smooth hips which made her tightly clenched buttocks quiver, the knoblike tip pushed and strained and finally parted her long-unused vaginal lips and popped inside her secret flesh.
"Uuuuuugggghh!" she gasped.
Either her young lover was much bigger than Frank or over the two years her vagina had, through lack of attention, actually tightened up. She didn't know if that was physically possible, but it sure felt that way! She looked down through the jiggling valley of her breasts, seeing how distended the nipples were, and her eyes fastened on Johnny's penis. The swelling head was barely into her cunt, and she felt like it was going to split her! She knew that her body could absorb it -- but God! It felt so big and hot! She became fascinated with the way the boy's balls were swelling. She imagined that he would soon be gushing his hot, thick sperm into her loins like a stream from a high pressure fire hose - and she wanted to feel this happening to her!
Slowly she rocked from side to side on her knees above the teenager. Her cuntal muscles began to relax and her sensuous lips formed a soft, moist circle as, inch by slow inch, her body consumed his maleness. She could feel the sensitive, velvet-soft passage of her cunt gripping his invading cock like a tight glove, the rippling of it as his upright penis gradually sank deeper and deeper, straining the tender lips of her pussy.
"Oh, my God!" Shirley Blaine whispered, her eyes closed, her soft mouth contorted in rising passion.
Looking upward at her lust-contorted features and misreading the expression, Johnny Hawes, even as his pelvis jerked under her searching cunt and he felt himself going deeper into Shirley's hot, moist pussy, said, "Is it hurting you a lot, Miss Shirley?"
"Hurting?" the limber blonde blurted, marveling at the youth's innocence. "Oh, Johnny... it's wonderful! It just hasn't happened for so long!"
She tantalized herself with the sensations of taking him into her seething pussy, feeling her flesh spread to enclose his young cock tightly, moving ahead of the mushroom shaped glans in soft, velvety waves, rigid as steel in her loins. Groaning in anticipation, she suddenly rammed her churning genitals down hard and felt his penis ram so far up inside her the rubbery tip hit her sensitive cervix and his cum-laden balls smacked wetly against her distended ass cheeks.
"Eeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhhh!" she cried out, and began to rock back and forth over his now jerking body, feeling his rampant maleness probing the deepest recesses of her soft, flexing belly.
It had never been like this before! NEVER!
The aroused blonde divorcee saw the wonder in his eyes as the tight sheath of her cunt gripped him and her internal muscles began to milk his stone-hard staff. She felt her cuntal flesh being stretched almost beyond endurance but it was a sensation she needed so badly, had needed for so long!
Shirley raised straight up over the thrashing boy and looked down at his lust-contorted features. Still grinding her hot cunt wetly down on his upthrust penis, she used her shaking fingers to draw her hair back. It spilled over her smooth shoulders, completely baring her heaving breasts. She saw his hands coming up and then felt his fingers grasping the tender nipples as his palms cupped the burning-hot mounds.
Furiously she began to rise and fall over his pumping cock, and now her tight little cuntal slit had opened wide and it seemed like he was thrusting so far up into her straining body that the burning tip of his penis would come up through her throat.
Shirley Blaine realized this was the first time she'd ever been on top of a man!
And how sweet it was! The young boy was filling her as she had never been filled before, his hotly throbbing manhood stretching her tender flesh, making every tiny nerve end in her straining body tingle! And he wasn't quick like a jack-rabbit the way Frank had been. She sensed this would last for a long time, until both of them were totally exhausted. She could feel the salty sweat streaming down her body as with a wanton urgency she fucked - raped - Johnny in the hot afternoon, and his own flesh was glistening too, while his young face twisted in the contortions of teenage passion.
His hands went to her bouncing round ass-cheeks and he pulled her heaving body down even harder as he stretched her buttocks painfully wide. She felt his swelling balls slapping against the tiny brown ring of her anus and Shirley reached behind herself to grasp them tightly in her lewdly-searching fingers.
"Oh, WOW!" the boy cried out.
"Harder... harder! Get deeper into me!" the aroused blonde groaned as her clutching cunt lips again slid down over the rigid pole of flesh. She could feel her cuntal canal throbbing as it never had before as the pink-hued tissue was drawn out on every rising upstroke, only to be rammed back inside her as again and again she writhed her body over the boy's genitals. Johnny began to slam upward into her yearning cunt with the force of a jackhammer, his cock pistoning into her quaking belly while his strong young hands spread her ass-cheeks even wider, and one finger played urgently with the taut rose of Shirley's puckering anus. Shirley began to feel the eruption coming deep from her cunt and breathlessly chanted in blurred syllables, "Yes... yes... yesssssssss!"
"Jeez, I'm gonna cum!" Johnny blurted, the jerking of his pelvis becoming faster as his driving penis began to swell uncontrollably and he seemed to be getting thick as a redwood tree in the wet, juicy depths of the woman's steaming pussy. "I'm gonna cum quick!"
They did. Shirley felt she was dying as every muscle and nerve in her body seemed to convulse at the same instant and her cunt began to milk the rampaging rod of flesh which was stretching her almost beyond endurance. Just as for the second time within an hour her body released its long stored tensions, she felt the first hot, thick jets of the boy's semen splashing against the mouth of her womb, flooding the deepest recesses of her burning hot pussy and squishing wetly down the slick tunnel of her cuntal canal until the viscous pale fluid squirted from the ultra-sensitive lips of her pussy that was clamped to his maleness like a sucking mouth.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" Shirley cried out in wild completion of her lewd wantonness as all strength seemed to leave her squirming body, and she fell forward over the boy even as his fingers delved into the sweat-slick cheeks of her ass and held her squirming pubic mound tight to his own still-jerking genitals. He wasn't finished. His cock continued to jump and spurt hot sticky semen into her quivering body while with a sigh of gratification the satiated taffy-haired woman began to wildly kiss his mouth and eyes and neck, moaning out her complete joy and fulfillment.
In her cunt, she could still feel his cock long and hard. She wanted it there forever, wanted to enjoy this wanton sensation, and the soft, ragged lips of her tight pussy clutched hungrily at his maleness until it had softened and shortened and finally slipped from her vagina with a wet, squishing sound, leaving a few long, thick tendrils of whitish cum on her sweat-gleaming thighs.
Joy filled her entire body. Shirley Blaine knew that much too soon she would be filled with remorse, so she must enjoy this hedonistic moment as long as possible. When Johnny moved to slide from beneath her, she held him tight and wouldn't release him.
Finally they rolled apart, their bodies flushed with the wild sexual pleasure they had found. The satiated older woman tried to think of something right to say, and words failed her.
Johnny was still in a state of shock, unable to believe that the lovely divorcee had given herself to him with such abandon. Equally unbelievable was the fact that, although this was his first real experience with a woman, he had obviously been able to give her tremendous pleasure - so much that at the end Shirley had been screaming as the torrent of her cuntal juices flowed over his plunging, reaming cock in her tight pussy.
"Jeez... " he mumbled.
Shirley rolled on her side and lingeringly fingered his cum-wet penis and balls and then reached between her own throbbing thighs to feel their mingled juices, which were quickly growing sticky in the heat of late afternoon.
She said, "Let's go for a swim."
CHAPTER THREE
With her carnal needs slaked and the plunge into cool water, Shirley Blaine felt something like sanity returning.
How could she ever have done it? Even with the terrible need to have her body filled by a male, why did she have to be so depraved as to seduce a pure and innocent boy? What had she done to Johnny Hawes and to herself? God, she could even be sent to prison if ever it was discovered! Well, maybe that's what she deserved, but she had no intention of running down to the police station and confessing her wanton lewdness.
And there was another problem - how to end it without hurting the clean-cut youngster. He had been so good for her, he did not deserve to be hurt in any way. Yet the distressed woman knew that the break would have to be clean and final -- because she couldn't trust herself. And it would be easier for Johnny that way. Surely such a handsome boy could find plenty of girls in his own age group who would give him everything she had.
Shirley could not bear to look at his long-limbed body, or into his eyes, as they dried themselves and he put on his shorts while she slipped into her pool robe.
"I'd better get those things from the garage for you," she said, leading the way and trying to remain in control of herself and her emotions. Darn, she thought, if only she had in stock all of the items Johnny's housekeeper had ordered, she could just put them in her station wagon now. But much of it would have to be picked up from the company warehouse after the weekend and that meant making the delivery herself. Opening up her Pandora's box again, unless she was very careful. Well, Shirley vowed as she picked out items and Johnny put them into the saddlebags of his trail bike, she had told him, even in the heat of her uncontrollable passion, there would be only the one incident. She intended to stick with that, no matter what.
She sensed he must be thinking of the same thing, and at the moment he looked so forlorn that she had to soften the blow. Shirley drew him into her arms and stood close against his young, muscular body, feeling the heat of him against her richly-full breasts. Slowly, lingeringly, she kissed him full on the mouth and tasted the sweetness of his tongue sliding between her softly parted lips. The kiss seemed to last forever before she drew away and spoke softly.
"It was... beautiful," Shirley murmured, almost wanting to cry. "But Johnny... never again! And I hope you don't think I'm too bad."
"I love you, Miss Shirley," he blurted. "But yeah, I understand. 'Bye!"
Before she could reply he was on the small motorcycle and gone. Shirley Blaine felt the real need of another drink. She made one, very strong, and drank it too quickly. Then she began to cry.
* * *
The remainder of the weekend became a blur of confusion for the flaxen-haired divorcee who had discovered so much about herself through a teenaged boy. She knew what had to be done but couldn't resolve a way to do it.
First, she could not allow another encounter with Johnny, no matter how hard her woman's body yearned for him.
Second, she must find a substitute - although she knew no man could take Johnny's place in her heart. That meant a lover. She knew there would be no difficulty in finding a young man, maybe a college student with a physically satisfying penis, and that would bank the fires of her newly-awakened loins certainly. But how to find one who could stir the emotions in her that the pale-haired boy had? She doubted such a man existed. Well, she'd just have to look and keep looking. And how many would she have to take into her bed before she found the right one? Would there be so many that she'd wind up being promiscuous, discarding all her life values?
Shirley faced the brutal fact that this was an inherent danger of the course she must take. Because in the other direction, letting it go on with Johnny, inevitably lay shame and remorse.
discovery, disgrace.
Time and time again she mentally ran through the roster of her young male customers, without being able to think of a single one she thought would fill Johnny's place. Oh. God!
Perhaps the practical solution lay in just going out to a restaurant-bar and letting herself get picked up. But no, Shirley didn't want the kind of mate who had to prowl bars for his women.
Darn it, if only Johnny were a few years older, say eighteen. Then her conscience wouldn't bother her -- at least not so much. Shirley knew she looked young enough to pass for eighteen herself. She often had difficulty getting served in a cocktail lounge on the rare occasions that she entered one because of her youthfulness. But Johnny Hawes was just too young! Fourteen was really jail-bait!
She thought of getting out of town for the remainder of the weekend, at least. He was so close! There was a terrible recurring urge to phone him on some pretext, just to hear his voice! But she didn't. And driving to the Coast would be a bad move also. The roads were clogged with traffic and Shirley was afraid she wouldn't be able to concentrate safely on her driving in the high-speed melee.
So she stayed at home and read paperback books by her pool under the oak. But there was no way to keep the sweet but so sinful vision of what had happened to her there from her mind. There was a strong temptation to blur her brain with alcohol but she knew this was a weak and temporary solution. No, not a solution. An opiate which in the end would leave her even worse off. Perhaps even make her lose her judgment to the point where she would drive to Johnny's house.
She stayed completely sober.
Monday promised to be a scorcher of a day, with the sun white-hot and no breeze. But the distressed woman nonetheless welcomed it, for it meant making her rounds would keep her occupied. Then she remembered she had to pick up and deliver the remainder of Mrs. Madden's order to Johnny's house. She prayed to God he wouldn't be there.
Surprisingly the morning was unusually productive. It seemed that any housewife and mother who could possibly avoid it was staying home in the cool of an air conditioner. Some who would ordinarily have turned the pert blonde away bought just to save themselves a trip to the drugstore or market. By the time two o'clock came, Shirley was feeling pleased with herself. She had the balance of the Madden order ready for delivery later, when she went on her evening rounds. At home she made a light salad and a pitcher of lemonade and had a leisurely lunch in the shade of the tree and then cooled off in the pool until it was time to shower and change for the evening. She put on a very short light cotton dress, tied her hair back with a matching ribbon and slipped her feet into sandals.
Inspecting herself in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, Shirley was satisfied with her appearance. It was just right for calling on young professional men and those trying to relax in bachelor apartments after a long, hot day. She looked freshly scrubbed and no older than nineteen. Seeing such a girl lugging a heavy basket around would make some of them eager to buy whether they needed anything or not.
Her stratagem worked as she'd known it would and, though it was tiring and at moments even annoying to see them sitting around cool pools having cocktails with friends, it was worth it. For the first time she found herself measuring her customers to see if any could possibly be the lover she was now determined to find, but none looked promising. Some were lean and handsome and charming and they made no secret of their interest in her as a potential date. But something seemed to be lacking and it was with a sense of frustration that Shirley made her last scheduled call and turned her station wagon toward Johnny Hawes's house.
And it was also with a mixture of pleasant anticipation and dread of an emotional ordeal. Maybe he wasn't home...
He was home. And he was alone, a fact Shirley didn't discover until she carried the first package into the house and the lean teenager went to her car for the remainder. She had barely been able to look him in the eye, but his boyishly handsome face when he opened the door masked whatever he may have been feeling. For this Shirley was grateful.
Inside the house was deliciously cool and Shirley could feel the stream from the central air conditioning quickly evaporating the sheen of sweat which had formed on her body.
Johnny, who had said only "Hi, Miss Shirley" when she appeared now brought the last items in and stacked them on the kitchen table. He turned to her and haltingly said, "Hot day."
"It sure is," Shirley agreed, unable to keep a nervous trembling from her voice. She felt her nipples rising, becoming hard, sensitive, imprinting themselves unmistakably on the fabric of her thin dress. Damn! She'd meant to buy a brassiere but had completely forgotten it - having no sag to her upthrust breasts, she didn't need one and never wore one. Fewer and fewer women did nowadays. She felt herself blushing as she saw the boy's eyes fix on the soft mounds, and just the burning, lustful gaze of the handsome youngster was enough to send the blood rushing to her soft cunt Ups, swelling them with her carnal desire that must be held in check. She asked, "Where's Mrs. Madden, Johnny? She'll probably want to make sure the order is all there."
"Oh, her daughter's having her first baby and she wanted to be at the hospital. She fixed my dinner and took off. She phoned a few minutes ago, and it looks like a long haul."
"Oh, Jesus!" Shirley Blaine whispered. So the worst had happened! They were alone and her carnality was taking hold of her body, making her pulse race and her breath come in quick, shallow gasps. She had to get out of here! GET OUT NOW! She went to move around him toward the front door, but he was too close, and her sensitive nipples brushed against his bare arm. It was like getting an electric shock. The aroused divorcee tried not to look at his face as she blurted, "Well, I have to make some more calls. Be good, Johnny."
It didn't work. It didn't begin to work at all, because his young strong arms suddenly closed around her.
"Shirley!" he said, and the tone wasn't that of a nervous adolescent. It was all man, firmly masculine, commanding. With a soft moan of futile protest, she was pulled tight against his young chest and the soft resilient mounds of her breasts flattening even as the tiny nipples burned. She felt a hand slide down the trembling column of her spine and strong fingers lewdly delving into the tight crease of her smooth buttocks, drawing her hard against him so the softly furred mound of her sex was ground against the thick, rigid length of his penis. He thrust his hips foreword, grinding into her quaking belly as his mouth found hers and came down on her soft lips hotly, his tongue spearing into her gasping mouth as if this was something he'd done thousands of times before.
Excited almost beyond endurance even by such brief contact, the passionately soaring blonde nevertheless tried to end it. She attempted to struggle free, but her movements only brought their straining bodies closer together and she felt his leg moving between her thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans exciting her sensitive flesh, chafing the smooth columns of her legs.
"No! Nooooo!" Shirley moaned, knowing it was already too late, unable to stop her loins from wantonly rubbing at his aroused genitals. She wrenched her mouth away from his even as, against her will, her arms went around his neck and she held him in an iron grip. "Johnny... we can't... mustn't!
"Gotta," he mumbled and brought his lips down searchingly, almost bruisingly hard on her own sensitive, yielding mouth. He felt her surrender with a great shudder even as the tiny wet tip of her tongue reluctantly slid into his own mouth and drove deep into his throat. For a long moment her eyes gazed deep into his, slowly glazing with passion, and then the lids closed and she Was grinding her sweet cunt against his cock in rhythm to his own movements as they swayed together in erotic embrace. His fingers caressed her smooth ass-cheeks and slowly moved to the front, rubbing her thighs and finally delving in toward the tight cleft still obstructed by her panties. But, by God, it wasn't!
Johnny realized with shock that there was a slit in the crotch and Shirley's soft, hot cuntal lips were poking through, smooth and already dripping wet and so delicately fringed with tiny little curling hairs! Christ! He could slip it right into her standing up like this without trying to get the flimsy lace-edged panties off! He wondered where she'd gotten such things, and if she'd worn them here just because she knew this was going to happen and wanted it as bad as he did!
Urgently the boy rubbed a finger along the smooth furrow that was now throbbing with uncontrollable desire and heard Shirley groan in arousal. Jeez! To think such a beautiful woman would fall for a kid like himself! He wondered how old she really was. She looked like maybe even still in her teens, but she'd told him that she'd been married.
Well, he didn't give a damn. He was going to fuck her again.
And he was going to do it in bed this time, not on any hard mat by the pool -- although that had been the greatest thing that ever happened in his young life. But her pool and patio had been completely shielded by a high fence and shrubbery. The one Chuck Hawes had installed when he put up this big house had no such privacy. So they'd use the old man's bedroom.
"Come on - we're gonna fuck!" he said, breaking the embrace. Before Shirley could get her breath and protest, she found herself firmly taken by the hand and almost dragged through the house to a huge bedroom. She had a blurred impression of beamed ceiling, paintings on the wall and a monstrous bed. One wall, that opposite the sliding glass doors to the patio, was entirely mirrored, so that, although indoors, the occupant of the room would have the impression of being outdoors amid green growing things. Johnny's crude language had nearly snapped her from her lust-driven mood, but he gave her no chance to recover. Roving lewdly over the lush curves of Shirley's body, his fingers found the zipper of her dress. It whirred and he quickly peeled it from her trembling body, leaving her wearing only the thin panties which were by now soaked with the sweet-scented wetness of her unwanted but all-consuming need. Somewhere along the way she had lost her sandals and now-she stood barefoot on a thick carpet, shaking, wild-eyed as the boy quickly peeled his own clothes off and stood naked before her, his long, thick cock upthrust and hard, his balls hanging below in their hairy sac, bloated with sweet, hot sperm. She wanted it!
Oh, how she wanted it! But at that moment, with a distance of several feet separating them so she was no longer in physical contact with his beautiful young body, Shirley began to regain some of her composure and determination although she was still staring hungrily at the pulsing rod of flesh with its purplish-red tip that had filled her cunt so beautifully two days earlier. The blushing divorcee was aware of the spectacle she presented to his young, avid eyes.
Her wide-set breasts were heaving, the areola dark with the pulsing blood of her own carnal desire. Her huge eyes could barely focus and she could feel the juices oozing from her flexing tender cunt lips. She realized the type of panties she was wearing and how having them on was probably more arousing to the panting boy than if she'd been stark naked. She wished she could tell him she wore the slitted, gossamer-thin garment not to arouse men but to help herself from becoming wildly excited from the friction of regular panties against the super-sensitive tip of the clitoris which even now peeped through the fringe of soft golden pubic hair, erect like a tiny penis, ready to send shock waves of delight through her smooth-fleshed body at the First touch! She was aware that her belly was rippling as her loins began to seethe with an intense inner fire. But she knew she could never explain all this -- and now certainly wasn't the time for a discourse on female anatomy!
Somehow Shirley found the strength and courage to say one word...
"NO!"
"Huh?" Young Johnny gazed at her --' incredulous. Here she stood wearing nothing that would even make a handkerchief, with her pussy lips showing and she was saying NO! Well, whether she said it or not, the final answer would be YES! He moved toward the quaking blonde and said, "I can't stop now!"
Shirley Blaine backed away until her knees hit the edge of the big bed, and then she could go no farther. She realized she would either have to claw and bite and scratch to escape -- or submit. And more than anything she wanted to submit. But Johnny was really a nice boy, and she blamed herself much more than him. Perhaps if she talked fast...
"Please, Johnny, wait... just a minute," she pleaded. "I have to talk, very seriously."
The boy stopped with less than three feet separating them. He knew he could take her. That she wanted it as much as he did, wanted his cock in her tight, clutching cunt. But with wisdom far beyond his years he knew also that if he forced himself on her, there would be none of the delicious wantonness Shirley had shown before. It would be meat slamming into meat and no more. He waited for her to speak again.
Intensely, Shirley explained how wrong it was of her to have seduced him, and how much worse it would be if they continued. She admitted frankly wanting and needing him. As the words rolled off her tongue, she found herself being more persuasive than she had ever been selling door-to-door.
"Yeah, I know that, too," Johnny finally mumbled in a defeated tone, and she knew she had won.
"Thank you, Johnny," she whispered.
"But let me look at you... just look! he pleaded. Naked.' Shirley knew she was taking a chance, but the need in his eyes was so great. She had to give him something! She made her decision and without a word slowly bent to slide the tiny panties down her smoothly tapered legs. Blushing as she saw his eyes riveted to the fleshy folds of her cunt, she stood erect and slowly ran her fingers through her long, straw-colored tresses while the boy's eyes lewdly feasted on her slender, perfectly sculpted body with its golden flesh. It seemed an eternity passed while he remained statue-still, his eyes slowly moving over every inch of her. She could see his cock pulsing and wanted so much to fondle it wantonly, to take it into herself, be filled to the bursting point again. But she had managed it this far, she could never quit now.
"I've got to kiss you," Johnny Hawes whispered, his words thick as those of a drunken man. "Please, Shirley... "
"No!" the distressed blonde murmured. "Johnny, if I even felt your penis against my body again... well... we both know what would happen. You told me you loved me. If you really love me, don't force us into this!"
"Yeah!" he conceded, still not moving. Then a faint gleam of hope appeared in his roving eyes as they drank in her quaking flesh. "Look Shirley... if I put my pants on right now, well then you'd be safe. I promise!"
Shirley was not at all sure she would be safe from herself, but the need of the boy was so great she decided to take the chance. After all, she had lewdly bared her body and he had not touched her.
"All right, Johnny," she said softly. With a gasp of joy the youngster quickly stepped into his faded jeans and zipped them up, then stepped into her waiting arms. The long-limbed blonde almost cried in frustration as his lips came down on hers. Savagely she sucked his tongue into her mouth as her hands caressed the smooth-muscled column of his back. Her richly full breasts were again flattened against his chest, and she didn't flinch or try to pull away as his fingers slid once again to her ass-cheeks and squeezed the resilient roundness of them. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized Johnny was crying.
Suddenly his head dipped downward and his lips captured the nipple of her left breast. She cried out softly as she felt the hot tip of his tongue swirling and his mouth sucking at the pointed mound. Shirley knew that this was where she should make him stop, but the sensations of his sucking mouth were so delicious that she couldn't bring herself to do it. Just a minute more, she promised herself even as her long legs parted to invite his pressing thigh between them and she felt the heat and muscularity of him against her cunt and tautly aroused clitoris. Groaning, she rocked against him, knowing she was going to cum this way! She had the lewd urge to reach for his cock and manipulate it with her fingers until he came also, but repressed the wanton desire.
"Oooooh... Aaaaahhh!" the aroused divorcee moaned, grinding uncontrollably against the tense youth. She wondered why he didn't push her back on the bed now and take her. Surely he must know that all resistance was gone from her yearning body... yet somehow he was restraining himself. "Oooohh, Johnny!"
Suddenly, he broke away from her and there were two soft thumps as his knees hit the thick carpet. As her dreamy eyes blinked open she felt his strong arms encircle her tiny waist and then the moistness of his mouth on her quivering belly. His tongue seemed to be everywhere on her burning body at once. Then he pressed her backwards. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and Shirley tumbled over the tufted coverlet, legs splaying open, her cunt glistening with her vaginal secretions. Frantically she thought she had let it go too far. He was going to do it to her and she had nobody to blame but herself! Whore!
"Don't... oh God! Don't put it in, Johnny!" she pleaded.
"I promised not to," he panted, "but I gotta kiss you some more... You're so damn beautiful... You taste so sweet!"
Then he was pressing her down and his hot mouth moved to her breasts again, gulping at the succulent soft flesh until Shirley's hands came down to frame his face and tangle in the light mass of his longish hair. She writhed under his strong young body, not fighting him, yielding to her own carnal pleasures. It would be all right, she was sure. If he'd been going to rape her, he'd be jamming his thick cock into her at this moment - and she'd be pleading for it despite all her firm resolutions. In the mirrored wall, she could see their bodies clinging tightly together. And then his seeking mouth left her breast and moved lower to her heaving belly again, and Shirley finally abandoned herself to the sensuous, lewd delight that her teenaged lover was giving her. Now her own hands began to caress her flaming-hot breasts, fingers rolling and kneading the nipples until the carnal sensations rippled through her entire body. She could feel herself beginning to cum and held back, wanting to prolong this delicious moment as long as possible.
Abruptly the boy slid between her wide-splayed legs with a moan of desire, and his face dipped momentarily out of sight between her flexing thighs. Shirley cried out softly as he mouthed wet kisses on the sensitive flesh, and she felt the flat of his tongue licking at the juices which had already run from her steaming hot cunt.
She knew what was going to happen -- one of the things she had forbidden to her own husband! But this time she wanted it! Even as Johnny continued to lick and kiss she found her own fingers trailing sensually down the length of her body to caress her undulating pubic mound. The tiny curling hairs were slickly wet and felt so soft. Slowly, as his delving head moved upward along her thighs to the vee of her loins, Shirley found herself parting the blood-engorged fleshy lips in anticipation -- and lewd invitation.
His mouth came hotly down on her cunt, his tongue probing the soft, wet inner lips, slithering up and down the wide-open furrow like a nervous snake. Shirley's pubic mound thrust wildly upward until the pressure of his jaw against her pussy was actually painful.
"Higher!" she gasped and with both hands pulled his head up until the flickering tip of Johnny's tongue was tantalizing her pulsing clitoris. At the first darting contact, she could no longer hold back. She felt the surge of fire deep in her bucking loins and the spasmodic jerking of her inner muscles, and then the wet, slick heat boiling down the velvety channel of her cunt. Writhing, she pushed his head lower until her vaginal entry was at his sucking lips and felt the thick, sweet juices being drained from her. She screamed, "Oh God! This is so wonderful!"
Feeling her excitement and wild with his own unsatisfied passions, Johnny sent his tongue like an eel deep into her churning pussy and felt her cunt muscles grabbing and sucking on it. At the same moment, he caught her legs and suddenly pushed her thighs wide and her knees up until they were flattening her bouncing breasts, exposing the entire plane of her genitals and her wildly gyrating ass-cheeks to his raging mouth. He sucked the soft folds of Shirley's flowing pussy between his lips and furiously speared his tongue into the sweet depths of her vagina.
Then on sudden impulse he spread her quivering buttocks wide and rimmed the tight rose of her anus with the tip of his tongue. The wildly-gyrating blonde gasped at the lingual contact as the searching tip finally pierced her tight rectum and probed its virgin depths. She arched her back and spread her ass-cheeks wider.
Her passion-crazed mind blurring, Shirley Blaine wondered where Johnny had ever heard of such a thing! From his buddies, or in sex stores where she bought her filmy panties -- or was it something instinctive, this knowing how to drive her wild? Shirley was groaning continuously now, her head tossing, her long blonde hair flailing the pillows as his stiffly-extended tongue probed hotly into her secret flesh and stirred in her amoral feelings she had never thought possible. Her back arched as she rolled on the oversized mattress.
And then suddenly the hot spearing tongue was slithering up and down the fluttering lips of her cunt again, bringing her up to an even higher peak while the tight little slit hungrily clasped at the arousing length of it. Again she began to buck uncontrollably as another furious orgasm swept through her loins. Her wide-stretched creamy buttocks covered his delving face, and Shirley felt Johnny's tongue working faster and faster up and down the softly-furred slit of her seething pussy.
"Eeeeeyyyyaaaahhhh!" she cried out as the peak of sensual pleasure claimed her straining body and again the warm, slick juices flowed into his sucking lips and down the crevice of her ass-cheeks to leave an indelible stain on the coverlet. Wildly she captured his devouring face between her sweating thighs and rocked, crooning softly, against his hot mouth as his hot breath swept over her widely stretched cuntal vee.
"Oh Johnny, Johnny... Johnny... " the satiated blonde murmured as slowly he raised himself from the bed. She lay with her long legs lewdly spread, panting. He looked tortured.
His eyes fixed on her wantonly-displayed lush figure, the boy shucked his pants off and Shirley thought, He's going to do it after all! He's going to - going to fuck me! And she knew that now she could not deny him despite the shamelessness of it, not after the wild ecstasy he had given her. She shifted and lay back, waiting for his limber young frame to mount her still trembling soft body. His cock, long and hard, swayed in front of her glazed eyes.
But Johnny made no move toward her. Instead, he slowly began to stroke the turgid length of the throbbing rod of flesh, peeling the thick foreskin back over the bulbous head. His eyes narrowed to slits as he looked down at her and his muscular chest rose and fell with his tightly-controlled passion. For several minutes Shirley stared wide-eyed as she watched him trying to ease the terrible urgency he must be feeling. And suddenly she could stand it no longer. She had to help him!
"Johnny," she said in a nervous whisper. "I'll - I'll do it for you."
Slowly she crawled from the bed and stood close to him. Shaking, her hand reached out to grasp the rampant spear of male flesh. Her fingers began to move up and down it, as his had. She felt the urgent need in him as he thrust into her lewdly groping hand, and then she cupped his hot, sperm-laden testicles with her other hand. God! But he was thick and hard... and so long! The aroused blonde divorcee wished passionately that she could open her legs and feel him slip up inside her still-burning pussy, but she was determined to deny herself the carnal relief.
This must be hell for him Shirley thought. She moved closer so the tingling nipples of her wide-set breasts brushed his chest and looked down between the quivering mounds to watch the thick shaft sliding between her grasping fingers, each stroke baring the blood-engorged head that was velvety soft to her touch. The boy's arms went over her shoulders and he held her close, leaning over her. Suddenly his weight seemed intolerably heavy, and the slender blonde found her knees folding as he crushed her to him. Her soft lips slid down his shuddering body and then her dimpled knees were on the thick carpet. She had kept her grip on his stone-hard penis and it was mere inches from her lust contorted face as she continued to caress it, but now, squeezing harder, she watched the knob-like head bulge and the pearly drop of fluid form in the little hole at the tip.
"So big," she whispered, her breath blowing lightly but warmly over it through softly pursed lips. Then his hands were stroking her hair, inexorably drawing her beautiful face closer to his loins. The scent of his maleness filled her flaring nostrils and Shirley whispered, "Oooooohhh... Noooooo... " The lean youngster eased his hips forward, and the full hot length of his rampant spear was caressing her right cheek. She willed herself to push it away and continue using her hand, but was powerless. Slowly, she felt the velvety hot tip slide under her chin and then up over the smooth golden skin of her left cheek.
She was powerless to resist as Johnny's hands manipulated her head from side to side. The top of his penis touched her slightly-parted lips for the first time, and she could taste a sweet saltiness. She tried to jerk back but he held her firm, the throbbing end of his cock against her mouth, relentlessly pressing. She thought of the way she had wanted to do this the other day, by the pool.
The lean youngster eased his hips forward and the full hot length of his rampant spear was caressing her right cheek. She willed herself to push it away and continue using her hand, but was powerless. Slowly she felt the velvety hot tip slide under her chin and then up over the smooth golden skin of her left cheek.
She was powerless to resist as Johnny's hands manipulated her head from side to side. The tip of his penis touched her slightly-parted lips for the first time, and she could taste a sweet saltiness. She tried to jerk back, but he held her firm, the throbbing end of his cock against her mouth, relentlessly pressing. She thought of the way she had wanted to do this the other day, by the pool.
As if with a will of its own the wet, pink tip of Shirley's tongue reached out to lick at the bead of fluid, and she heard Johnny sigh with pleasure. She looked up at him, saw the urgent need on his boyish face and sighed deeply as she whispered, "All right... I'll try, darling."
Slowly she began to lick the warm, smooth head of his cock with the flickering tip of her tongue, and the lingual contact aroused her even as fresh doubts ran through her troubled mind. The lovely blonde rationalized that she had allowed him to do just about the same thing to her, and if she took him into her yearning mouth, she wouldn't really be making things any worse. But he was so big! Could she possibly accomplish the lewd act?
Slavishly, her tongue extended a bit farther, and with the flat of it she began to thoroughly lick the lust-swollen head, running the fluttering tip endlessly around the rim.
Her blonde-tressed head dipped as she began to shower tiny hot wet kisses up and down the full length of his staff, even to mouthing the cum-swollen mass of his balls, and then, slowly, back to the tip again. Her mouth formed a soft, round O and she paused for a minute, kissing the mushroom-shaped head.
At that instant Shirley Blaine was sure she could not go through with it, even though she had a sluttishly overwhelming desire to finish what she had started. But the teenager gave her no choice. With a groan of animal desire, he held her head firmly and thrust his erect young cock directly into the hot wet cavern of her hesitant mouth.
The subserviently kneeling blonde almost choked as the bulbous head pushed past her soft, moist lips and deep into her throat. She felt the thick, rigid staff filling her face and saw it disappearing like the trunk of a tree between her widely-distended lips. Her nostrils flared as she fought to breathe around it even as instinctively she began to work her tongue around and around the rod of flesh. Eyes wide, the panting girl watched the tree-like male member sink deeper and deeper into her virgin mouth and throat, and she moaned softly.
Johnny, almost unbelievingly, began to slowly fuck into the beautiful face crushed tight to his loins. Shirley's lips were tightly ovalled around him and her cheeks hollowed as she began to tentatively suck while his fingers played with the mass of her flaxen hair. He held her head firmly for several tantalizing minutes until he felt her beginning to set a steady rhythm, plunging her mouth down almost to the base of his cock without being forced at all. She was making gulping sounds now and the whirling of her tongue was driving the teenage boy wild!
"Oh Jeez... Suck, suck, SUCK MEEEE!" Johnny cried out.
Shirley Blaine couldn't have stopped now if she wanted to. The heat of his young manhood filled her warmly gulping mouth as, experimenting, she tried to find every way to lick arid nibble and draw on this beautiful rod of flesh. Her arms went tightly around young Johnny's quivering hips and savagely she worked her clinging, tightly-ovalled lips up and down the sweet tasting male flesh so violently that the entire length of his rampant spear plunged deep into her throat, past her tonsils. Her cheeks alternately ballooned and hollowed as her head bobbed up and down and her nose burrowed into the male-scented forest of his pubic hair even as his swelling balls slapped against her chin.
She had an uncontrollable desire to empty those balls, make them spill their sweet load of cum deep into her desire-swollen lips. She wanted to drink down every drop of his young, thick sperm. Shirley could feel her cunt getting hot again, spilling its aromatic fluids down her thighs as her hair flailed wildly over her face and shoulders and her breasts bounced and jiggled against the muscular legs of the young boy who stood above her.
In the wall mirror, she could see herself sucking furiously, see the thick penis sinking deep into her mouth and her face contorted with lust as it was filled with him.
Cocksucker! she thought... I'm a cocksucker and I don't care... I wouldn't do this for just any man, but Johnny's so young and pure... maybe I'm corrupting him, but he'd be a lot worse off if I left him hanging after what he did for me...
The sight of the young boy's cock pistoning in and out of her warmly pursed lips was tremendously exciting to Shirley Blaine, as were the moans and gasps of pleasure she could hear coming from him over the wet slurping sounds of her own efforts. She began to massage the bouncing testicles. Teasingly, her fine white teeth scraped lightly along the rigid shaft of flesh, and she began to suck harder and harder. She grasped his slender buttocks and urgently pulled him harder into her driving face as her firm young breasts danced and bounced against his legs. She could see the soft pink inner flesh of her lips being pulled outward each time her head came up and then jammed back in her seeking mouth as she went down again.
"Jesus! This is good!" young Johnny groaned. He writhed until his cock was churning inside the hot, wet cavity of Shirley's mouth and was so glad he hadn't forced her to fuck. Eating her, and then having her suck him like this was so much better. And he was sure, the way she was ravenously devouring his surging cock, that no matter how many arguments she might come up with in the future, that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going down on him! She couldn't be faking the wild passion! God! She hadn't been this wild when he'd fucked her or licked her sweet little pussy. But there was no doubt that she dug that, too. Well, he could understand why she might be hung up on fucking with him, because he was so much younger. But frenching was a different deal. He heard all the kids did it just as casually as they might park in a car and neck.
The passionately aroused boy began to pump hard into the softly sucking lips as Shirley squeezed his aching balls.
"Oh jeez, suck me hard!" he cried out. "I'm cumming!"
Shirley Blaine knew before he told her. She felt his cock swelling and lengthening in her avid mouth and his balls tightening, and then she felt the great surge of the first jets of hot young sperm along the full length of his wildly-ramming penis. His hands grasped her head tightly again and yanked her phallus-swollen face tight to his jerking pelvis as the uncontrollable pulsing began in his trembling body.
Throbbing wildly, his jackhammering cock began to shoot rapid bursts of hot, sweetly sticky sperm deep into her throat. Her cheeks ballooned and hollowed as she tried to swallow the spurting stream that gushed down her to spill in a burning pool in her quaking belly.
The sudden gushing made her gasp and choke, but she sucked even more wildly and drops of the delicious cum oozed from the tightly compressed comers of her mouth.
"Oooooohh... " the passionate blonde murmured around the slowly-softening cock as she continued to kneel and feel the youthful excitement of the panting boy. Almost reverently, when she finally let the spent male organ slip from her lips, she slowly laved it clean with the tiny pink tip of her tongue, not wanting to lose a drop of the warm life-giving fluid. She was trembling with her own excitement at what she had brought about, and she stumbled as she tried to rise from her aching knees. Johnny caught her and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her passion-heavy lips as their tongues entwined.
Weakly, profoundly amazed that her mouth was such a delightful source of sexual pleasure for both the boy and herself. Shirley stumbled to the bed and collapsed across it. Johnny lay beside her. Their arms went around each other and their legs meshed and - beautifully completed -- they dozed, feeling the sensual warmth of each other.
Shirley kissed him slowly, lingeringly, even as she thought she had become completely depraved, an animal! Well, there would be plenty of time later to sink into a fit of remorse over that. Right now she felt so good with his cum still warm and sweet in her mouth, her lips slick with his gleaming outpouring, that she couldn't bear to break the mood.
* * *
Outside, the day was cooling and the late dusk was closing in on the valley.
Neither of them saw the figure of the woman who had been standing outside the gossamer-curtained picture window for the past hour, hidden behind a bush, peering into the house with wanting eyes even as she formulated a plan of action of her own.
Her name was Myra Adams. She was petite, dark-haired and thirty years old. For months she had festered with an all-consuming desire and was seeking a way to satisfy it.
She burned with the need to make love to Shirley Blaine.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was by the merest chance that Myra Adams happened on the scene. A pale-fleshed young woman, she tended to sunburn quickly and needed various lotions to keep her skin moist and smooth and allow it to tan in this hot valley, and she had found that some of Shirley Blaine's products worked better for her than those available in the local stores. She had become a regular customer. But some of the girls who visited her had depleted her supply.
Myra had tried to call Shirley at home and received no answer, and by coincidence had happened to see her station wagon pass as the blonde divorcee was en route to the Hawes' house. She made U-turn and followed but was too slow. Thinking Shirley would be out soon, she sat and waited and had a quick glimpse of young Johnny bringing in the last of the boxes from Shirley's car. But time had passed and Shirley had not reappeared.
Curiosity grew in Myra's mind, for she had learned a bit about Shirley's unhappy past when the latter made her regular selling calls to Myra's small apartment. The first time the long-limbed blonde divorcee appeared at her door, Myra had invited her inside because she was immediately taken with Shirley's beauty and instantly wanted to taste that golden flesh which was so beautifully revealed by Shirley's short dress.
The dark-haired woman had felt her mouth drooling just at the sight of the sleek, slender legs and the firm, proud breast mounds so tightly outlined by the summer-weight fabric, with the tiny pebble like nipples poking out. Shirley had accepted a tall glass of icy lemonade and sat on the sofa beside Myra while the latter skillfully extracted bits and pieces of the blonde's story. Myra was a skillful questioner, something learned in her work as a telephone poll interviewer. But, she quickly decided that the sleek taffy-haired divorcee was not promising material for a lesbian affair... or any -affair at all, for that matter.
Yet there was always the possibility that some unforeseen thing would happen to make Shirley Blaine vulnerable -- most likely she would sooner or later get involved with a man who would hurt her as her husband had and she would turn to a woman friend for comfort. So, to insure future meetings, Myra Adams had bought several items. To her surprise they were good, and for nearly a year she had been a steady customer of Shirley's. But in all the time, Shirley had never responded in any way to the dark-haired girl's subtle suggestions that if they couldn't find happiness with men, they might find it together.
Because she was so unobtainable, Shirley became more and more urgently desirable to Myra. The elfin yet voluptuous dark-haired woman found her relationships with other girlfriends less and less satisfactory. Shirley was almost an obsession now.
So much so that Myra had begun dating men occasionally and sleeping with them, trying to quench her own unnatural urges. To an extent it had helped because she could enjoy a man. She made it a point to let each know she was a lesbian, because she found that then they tried harder to please her, with their hard cocks and their lips and tongues. Some were really very good, she had to admit. She could and did cum with them - but it just wasn't the same as sex with a beautiful girl. It never had been and never would be.
As she had stared through the huge window at the carnal tableau taking place, Myra had envied the aroused blonde. She was obviously getting so much out of it even if the young kid didn't know the first thing about eating pussy! And Shirley had clearly been reluctant at first to suck his rigid penis... yet it had apparently gotten to her and turned her on once her beautiful mouth was filled with the throbbing spear of male flesh.
Myra Adams had done the same thing herself, when she found out her male dates expected it in return for licking her hot pussy. She had learned to do it well - or so they told her - and in a way it was exciting for her, but she had never liked the hot, spurting cum in her mouth. She always wanted to spit it out, but the men held her sucking lips hard down to their loins until she was forced to swallow or choke. In time it no longer mattered. She did it when she had to - and immediately went out to seek another woman.
In a way she hated to do it -- this thing that was forming in her mind -- but if a little gentle blackmail was needed to finally bring the lovely blonde divorcee to her bed, that's what it would be, Myra thought. She knew Shirley could get into real trouble if anyone else had seen the sort of thing she herself had witnessed on this steaming hot summer evening. And Shirley, who was really naive and inexperienced, might find out that girl flesh was sweeter than teenage boys.
So she might be doing her a double favor. But it had to be done just right. Myra lay awake a long time that night formulating the details of her big move.
* * *
There was little sleep for the sleek blonde that night. She lay in her bed with the events of the previous afternoon and evening churning through her distressed mind and time after time asked herself the same question: How did this happen to me? After so long... HOW?
There was no clean-cut answer. Everything was studded with ifs, and buts. None of which justified her hedonistic conduct, her wanton corruption of Johnny Hawes.
Vividly the vision of his smooth-cheeked young face buried between her clutching thighs as his tongue swept up and down the wide-open slit of her gushing cunt and then up into the recesses of her vagina like a slithering snake returned to haunt her.
And then when she had finally taken him into her curious, eager mouth, feeling the rampant length of him thrust between her tightly ovalling lips while her tongue stabbed at him and her face contorted as she sucked furiously... and the delicious, unforgettable sensuality that swept through her when finally he spilled his thick, pungent sperm into her throat, nearly choking her...
It was something she knew she would never be able to forget.
Perhaps, Shirley thought, she should sell the little house and go away. She was one of the most successful door-to-door girls the company had, and she was sure they would give her another territory without question. But if that happened, wouldn't she be always looking for a mirror-image of young Johnny, and finally get herself into the same situation again? Regretfully, she was afraid that would happen.
Oh, Jesus! Wasn't there some way out?
A mature lover - even remarriage - was, of course, the obvious solution. But what could she bring, really, to either of those relationships? Darned little if her mind was forever filled with a fourteen year old boy, she decided. It would be a bad deal all around, and she would only be hurting others.
It was almost dawn when finally Shirley Blaine, lying naked on the bed in the midsummer night's heat, finally drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Myra Adams called by the next afternoon, shortly after Shirley had finished her morning rounds.
Shirley had just finished her usual light lunch by the pool and was debating whether to dive into its cool depths or tackle her paperwork when she heard the doorbell chimes. She was pleased to see Myra who, although she wasn't a big customer, was steady and had introduced her to several other young women who also traded with her. She had always been slightly ill at ease with the alabaster-skinned brunette for some reason she could not understand. Perhaps it was because Myra exuded so much womanhood, and no female, no matter how beautiful, likes to see too much of that in another. And Myra had a strange way of looking at her with eyes that were dark and deep as the pools of hell...
"Hi, Myra," Shirley said, smiling graciously. "What's up?" She ushered the other woman into the little house and quickly closed the door to retain what cool air the air-conditioner was providing. "You ran out of stuff again!"
"I'm afraid so," Myra said, gazing at the full, pouting lips, remembering how she had seen them so avidly sucking the penis of a teenage boy and she had wanted them sucking her cunt instead. She moved into the confines of the small living room, noting its cleanliness and the way it had been decorated with good taste, though obviously with a minimum of expense. It would be nice to live with a girl who was so neat despite the hours she had to put in working to support herself, Myra thought. "The usual glop that my crashing girlfriends use up every time they come by... nothing big."
"Well, settle yourself and give me the list and I'll see if I have it on hand. If I don't, I'll drop it by later today. Drink?"
"Gin and tonic if you have it," Myra replied, settling into an easy chair and crossing her slender legs. Her mind was whirling. Shirley Blaine's innocent statement had given her an option. She could make her move now -- or wait until the evening when Shirley would call by her pad. She knew Shirley usually took the full afternoon off from making calls, and that would give her several hours for the lewd seduction she had carefully planned. But if the lovely honey-haired girl came to her apartment in late evening, and her ploy worked, she might have her all night. Either way it wouldn't be easy, she knew, and it was a toss-of-the-coin thing.
The coin spun in her mind and came up, NOW! Bird in the hand and that sort of thing! Besides, she couldn't keep her eyes from the firmly thrusting breasts and the sleek legs that scissored so smoothly as Shirley slipped into the kitchen to make the drink. She came back with two glasses, but Myra could see the one Shirley kept for herself was just lemonade. That was too bad... if she could just get the delicious darling a bit woozy, her goal would be reached so much easier.
But she had an idea Shirley would cave in when she lay her cards down, even though Myra knew she was four-flushing. With a smile she took the tall, ice-clinking glass and curled her legs under her in the soft chair, turning in quarter profile so the firm outline of her pointed breasts played counterpoint to the smooth flow of her finely sculpted thighs and taut little buttocks.
Myra knew she was beautiful, with her elfin face, firm breasts, tiny waist that flowed into richly-curved hips and then into finely-shaped legs. Although almost tiny, she had always attracted men... and women. Possibly, just possibly, her physical appearance would set off a spark in this lovely blonde divorcee she so long had yearned for!
It had taken a long time for her to select her costume for the carefully planned seduction. She had decided on a dark green bikini which exactly matched her huge eyes. Over this she had slipped a short and nearly transparent sheath. She had fluffed her hair into a mass of curls and wore no lipstick or other makeup. She wanted to look clean and fresh and as innocent as she possibly could so that the target of her carnal desires would not be alerted. Now she relaxed with her drink and studied her innocent victim, yearning to fall on her and make violent oral love to every inch of her sun-gold body and let her know what she had been missing!
She did not expect anything in return -- this time! If she was good enough, Myra Adams was sure that on future occasions the ravishing blonde could be led into kneeling between her legs and tonguing her wildly, just as she had sucked the young boy. Urgently making lesbian love to her! From her own experience, she knew it only took one time, if it was handled right, to bring a chick out. She might still dig men, but there would always be a stronger urge for a girl to make it with.
This was what she planned for Shirley Blaine. And she wanted to be Shirley's girl.
The thought of lying between those golden-bronze legs, her devouring mouth glued to the tight cuntal slit she had seen so clearly and craved so much when the kid was doing it to the delicious blonde divorcee, almost drove Myra Adams wild. She had to make her move now or not at all. She couldn't chicken out!
With her she had brought a leather shoulder bag. Now she stood and crossed to the sofa where Shirley sat, legs crossed, breasts prominent against her thin pool robe. The petite brunette sat close beside her and caressingly put her little hand halfway up Shirley's warm, smooth-fleshed thigh as she spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone. She felt the tall blonde jerk at her touch, and knew instinctively she had to plunge ahead, leave out part of the things she had carefully prepared to say.
"Shirl, honey, I didn't come here just to pick up gunk for my body." She wet her sensuous lips with the tiny pink tip of her tongue and looked into Shirley's deep blue eyes without wavering. "Should I lay it on you right now?"
Sudden terror gripped the statuesque blonde. She was sure that in some way, this woman had found out about Johnny Hawes and herself! She could and would, of course, deny everything. But in time it would inevitably come out, all the sordid story. One or the other of them would either break under questioning or make a fatal slip. Now she realized what it was that had disturbed her from the first time she had called with her basket at Myra Adams's apartment.
The beautiful woman was a LESBIAN!
And now she was the target of her unnatural desires!
Cringing, and stunned that the retribution which she richly deserved could have caught up with her so quickly, Shirley Blaine gulped and said. "I don't know what you mean! "
"Johnny Hawes. I saw you with Johnny. Mouthing each other," Myra said coolly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a cheap camera and said, "Honey, it's all in this little box."
The way Shirley's beautiful face seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces told Myra she had won much sooner than she had ever hoped. She moved her hand insinuatingly higher on the trembling flesh of Shirley Blaine's thigh. Shirley would never know that she had bought the camera in a drugstore only that morning, that she had absolutely no proof of her charge, and that in fact she was known to the police as a practicing lesbian, and they would only laugh at her. For a long time, Shirley sat without moving, not even when Myra's lewdly groping fingers slipped high up to her cuntal vee and began to caress the soft, fleshy lips.
She was in shock and felt nothing. If she'd suddenly been raped, she wouldn't have realized it. She began to cry softly and then some inner discipline took over. She was in a jam. She had put Johnny in a worse one, maybe. Now she had to pay.
But what would the price be? And how many installments? Almost choking on the words, Shirley mumbled, "What do you want?"
"You, darling," Myra said throatily. "Just to make love to you. You'll like it. I'm much better than that clumsy kid. How you ever got tangled up with something like that... "
"Shut up!" Shirley screamed. She buried her tear-streaked face in her hands and tried to think. She was inescapably trapped... that was the first fact she had to face.
Pictures! The perverted little bitch had pictures! She had probably hidden the film in some safe place. She would be too smart to bring it with her, because Shirley was big enough to break every bone in her body, and for a reason like this, she would do it! She decided on one more try, and began to speak.
"I think you're lying, you pervert," she said. "Tell me what you saw."
Myra replied and in less than a minute the agonized blonde seductress cried out, "Stop! Stop!" The description of her wild ravishment of the boy with her mouth, and his oral caresses on her own body were too much to bear. Shirley surrendered unconditionally as she whispered, "All right. I'll hate you for the rest of my life, but I'll do it. Now?"
"Oh, yes," Myra said, her face twisting into a lewd although beautiful mask as she slipped her lasciviously probing fingers under the elastic band of Shirley's bikini bottom and stroked her cunt. "But make us a couple of more drinks first... I know how you must feel. But I'll be the best lover you'll ever know, and a little booze will make it easier, darling."
Blindly, her eyes still blurred with tears at the thought of the defilement she was about to endure, Shirley obeyed. When she returned from the kitchen, Myra asked her if she had any cold cuts or something to nibble on while they relaxed, and Shirley returned to the refrigerator and bitterly fixed a small platter with baloney and salami and cheese and crackers.
"Choke, you queer blackmailing bitch," she whispered bitterly.
In the minutes while she was gone, the pixie-faced lesbian carefully measured a few drops of colorless, tasteless liquid into Shirley's drink. The aphrodisiac would take effect in minutes - and then Shirley would be dragging her to the bedroom! Myra was pleased that when Shirley returned with the snacks she subserviently sat close and didn't try to pull away when Myra again began to caress her cunt with skilled fingers, and even seemed to sigh, as if with arousing desire.
The powerful narcotic did its work quickly. The lovely blonde suddenly no longer felt hatred for the dark-haired woman who was going to seduce her against her will. She found herself reaching to touch and stroke the alabaster skin of the smoothly-fleshed legs and even tentatively touched Myra's pussy through her bikini briefs. She could feel the lust-swollen lips throbbing with desire and was perversely thrilled to know it was for her!
My God! she thought. What's happening to me? I'm not this way! And yet at the moment she was. When Myra's arm slid over her shoulder and pulled her close, it was Shirley herself who urgently pulled her pool robe open to bare her heaving breasts to the softly seeking mouth and tongue. She groaned and held the brunette's head tight to her breast and tried to push it deeper into the consuming mouth while a fire began to build in her twitching belly. Her pussy seemed to be on fire. The way Myra's lips were sucking her breast while her tongue tickled and a small hand kneaded the resilient flesh was beyond bearing.
"Ooooohhhhh! I can't stand it!" the aroused flaxen-haired divorcee gasped as urgently she ripped away the bottom of Myra's bikini and cupped her pubic mound. She had never touched another woman like this before, but now she had to! "God! Do it! Do it to me eeeeee!!!"
"Where's the bed?" Myra whispered, quietly triumphant.
Almost running, Shirley Blaine led the way. Savagely she stripped her scant clothing off and fell back on the bed, her legs and arms spread wide, waiting urgently, passionately for what something in the dim recesses of her mind told her would be an unnatural thing.
For nearly an hour, the triumphant Myra Adams teased her. She knelt over Shirley and tweaked her nipples as she kneaded the - foam-rubber softness of her heaving breasts. She bent to kiss her, but every time Shirley tried to suck the tantalizing tongue between her lips and suck it like a little cock, Myra drew back, laughing, taunting her. She bent over Shirley and kissed and nuzzled every inch of her body, even spearing her hot, wet tongue into the softly-haired pits of her arms, and so making Shirley aware of an erogenous zone she didn't know existed.
Myra turned Shirley onto her smooth belly and tongued her back and drew her quivering ass-cheeks wide open and licked deep between them before sliding down the length of her legs and nibbling at each of her toes as the seeking tongue slithered between them and her fine little teeth bit flesh. Shirley found herself screaming in ecstasy as the flickering tongue laved the sensitive, ticklish soles of her feet and then she was being nudged onto her back again as the lewdly licking lingual member of the other woman began to lick up the insides of her wide-splayed legs. She thrashed on the bed, but Myra held her in the desired position with surprising strength for such a small woman.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaahhhh!" Shirley cried out, thrashing out of control on the bed as she felt the hot, wet mouth sliding up the tender flesh of her inner thighs and the teasing tiny pink tongue tip wetting her quivering flesh. Completely lost now, she felt the rising heat in her loins and cried out in near agony, "Eat me! For God's sake, eat meeeeeeeeee!"
Then soft fingers were parting the flexing lips of her cunt and she felt warm breath blowing over the pale-hued inner flesh as her body jerked uncontrollably. She reached to grab the other woman's head and violently pull it into her heaving pussy which was already gushing its sweet juices onto the sheets but Myra raised her head and with a teasing smile and flickering of wet, pink tongue across her wide, sensuous mouth spoke.
"Darling, this is what they call a 'Trip around the world' -- and you've hardly reached the first port of call! but take it easy. Relax and enjoy!" Her curly-haired head dipped again and her soft lips began to kiss and suck at the expanding and contracting mouth of Shirley's tantalized cunt. Like a hungry lizard, her hardened tongue slithered into the seething wet depths, and then back out again to swipe and lave the full length of Shirley's spasming cuntal furrow. Finally Myra's hot lips closed over the achingly hard nub of Shirley's clitoris and the ravished blonde thrust upward to the seeking warmth. All at the same time, Myra sucked and licked and nibbled until Shirley was screaming with wild abandon, her flailing long legs locking tight over the smaller woman's shoulders.
"Oooooohhhhh... I'm cumming... cummmmmmmiiinnnng! " the incredibly aroused blonde divorcee chanted. "Oooooohhhhh... your mouth... You're so wonderful with your mouth!"
She felt the hot stream of cum pour from her churning cunt and the soft, eager tongue that was licking every drop of it up, sliding up the wide-stretched crack of her spasming ass-cheeks and then the soft, sensuous mouth that was glued suckingly to her wildly pulsing pussy... And finally Shirley went into a near faint.
The physical sensations she'd discovered when Johnny did it to her had been beautiful. But nowhere as overwhelming as this! Although she detested herself for her wantonness, she realized Myra was much more skilled than the teenage boy. Shirley remembered hearing that no man could make love to a woman as well as another woman, and now she believed it!
Of course, love was one thing and animal sex another. She could never love Myra or any other woman. Shirley was sure of that.
But there was no denying the impact of what she had just experienced. Could she resist the next time?
Despite the passions which were now subsiding in her body, Shirley had a strong urge to know just what it was that a beautiful woman like Myra felt when she was licking and sucking another girl. The way she had lingered and tantalized... Shirley had formed the idea that all lesbians did was - was to go down on each other as quick as they could. Yet Myra had played with her interminably before tasting her pussy. And then it had obviously been so good for both of them.
An overwhelming urge to try, just once, to see what it was really like, overwhelmed her. But already Myra Adams was moving toward the edge of the bed, after one soft, lingering kiss. Her tiny pussy fascinated Shirley. The confused blonde reached out, trying to touch it, but Myra was drawing away.
"Myra... I never have... I want to... just once... you know?" Shirley mumbled through passion thick lips, her eyes hungry.
"No," Myra said firmly. "Darling girl, you're all torn up right now. Next time. It'll be better for both of us." The petite brunette quickly pulled her bikini briefs up her slender thighs, then clipped the top in place over her small but succulent breasts. Then she slid her thin, short dress over her shoulders and tugged the hem down. She bent and lingeringly kissed Shirley's yearning mouth. "I promise I'll let you eat me."
"Oh, God!" the aroused blonde murmured as she watched the tautly twitching ass-cheeks of the other woman vanish through the bedroom door. Is this me?
How depraved could she get?
* * *
Myra Adams was thoroughly satisfied with herself as she drove off into the heat of the afternoon. For one thing, the tall, slender blonde had been so responsive and really delicious. She could never remember tasting a sweeter cunt! She had really turned on! It had been hard for Myra to walk out of the little house knowing that Shirley Blaine would urgently have returned the lesbian love.
Damn, how she wanted to feel those soft, full lips tightly clasped over her own cunt and Shirley's sweet tongue sliding up inside her vagina until she went wild! But she was afraid it would have been a one-shot deal. She was sure now that Shirley would not be able to reject her, and in a few weeks, she could bring things around to the point where the delicious flaxen-haired beauty would be the aggressor.
Myra would love her up so much that she'd do anything to keep her... even throw the damn teenage kid away. She'd be able to look down between her widespread thighs any time she wanted and see Shirley's lovely face buried there while her darting tongue worked furiously and the rich lips sucked the hot cum from the very depths of her cunt.
If she worked it right, she might even move in with Shirl. She knew the lonely blonde was vulnerable - that had already been amply proven. Also, her head was fucked up because she'd let herself get involved with the snot-nosed brat. She might well be ready to settle for the tender and wholly passionate loving of Myra Adams...
Belatedly, Myra realized she never had collected the cosmetics. And dam it, she really had wanted them. Oh, well, it would give her an easy excuse to go back.
* * *
For a long time, Shirley Blaine recounted her carnal sins of the past week.
First, she had abruptly discarded all the old-fashioned virtues instilled into her by her proper Middle-America parents. And they had been important to her for so long.
She had seduced a clean-cut innocent young boy and promised herself never to let anything like that happen again.
But she had broken that promise in the lewdest, most wanton way. Not so much in having his tongue between her legs, eagerly probing her throbbing cunt, but after, when he was keeping his promise, and relieving himself with his hand, it was she who had to be entirely to blame.
It was she who had, of her own free will, come from the bed and offered to help him. She had not fought it when his loving arms had closed over her shoulders. She had sunk to her knees. She had played with his penis until she couldn't stand it, and then she had taken him into her mouth. And she had sucked and tongued him more eagerly than any of the whore-girls she met in the sex shop would have.
Shirley admitted she had wanted it all!
And this had led to the confrontation with the beautiful lesbian, something she had never even thought of, let alone desired.
Yet again her own carnality had reigned.
Although undoubtedly blackmailed, she had submitted and once in bed with the little raven-haired woman, had responded furiously. She had even had the unspeakable desire to get between the smooth white thighs and kiss and lick and suck her cunt!
"Oh, God, what's happening to me!" the distressed divorcee groaned.
Suddenly she could no longer stand the close confines of the bedroom. She had to have fresh air. Gathering up her robe, she weaved out to the patio and pool and lowered herself to the mat there. Often she slept out on hot nights. The movement of moon and stars seemed to put her to sleep easier than anything else. And on this particular night, she felt strange, almost drunk. But she'd had nothing to drink except lemonade. Yet she felt almost drugged.
euphoric.
Shirley could not understand it.
Darkness had finally come and the backyard was lighted only by the full silver moon. A breeze swept cooling air up from the nearby river. The air was clear and the stars bright pinpoints of light. In her secluded rustic little hideaway, the troubled flaxen-haired woman languished, naked, flat on her back, still tingling from the things Myra had done to her.
"Find a lover... one who'll screw you every night and every morning until you can't even think of teenage boys or lesbians," she muttered, and closed her eyes, abandoning her body to the cooling air and the bright moonlight.
At that moment, Johnny Hawes silently climbed the fence and dropped soundlessly to the grass of the patio in the shadow of the big oak. He stared, fascinated at the reclining form of the beautiful blonde he needed so much. Slowly he slid the zipper of his jeans down and stepped out of them, then peeled his light shirt over his tousled head. He padded on bare feet around the apron of the pool and lay beside Shirley and reached for her, caressing the velvet of her flesh, slowly bringing her to awareness.
"Johnny!" she gasped, raising on an elbow, her firm breasts bouncing. She rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing here!"
"Waiting a long time," he whispered. "For that dame to leave. Jeez, you shot the shit a long time!"
"I thought we agreed not to see each other," Shirley said weakly, even as she moved closer to him against her will. "Johnny, we were caught... but I fixed it."
"Then fuck it!" the boy blurted. "I only came because you screwed up Mrs. Madden's order. She got everything on the list but there was a bunch of other stuff that must have been meant for somebody else, so she sent me back on the cycle with them. How could I tell her I couldn't come? I waited two hours for that dame to split. Oh, Jesus, it's so nice to lie here with you!"
His hands swept out and over her body, cupping the swelling mounds of her breasts, twisting the rising nipples almost painfully and Shirley heard her loud, ragged panting in the quiet night air. She undulated against his strong young body even as her mind fought her sensual arousal. Haven't you gone far enough oh the road to hell? Are you going to take him with you? But the strong drug Myra had slipped into her drink was still pulsing in her veins and arteries, although she didn't know it, and she felt herself losing control again. She prayed for an avenging angel to smite her, but none appeared. Uncontrollably, her shaking fingers sought his loins and closed on his cock. It was long and hot and so hard!
Again she found herself rationalizing: I think I might be a lesbian... but if one more time with this beautiful young boy I really care for will snap me out of it... well... I have no other choice. It's my salvation, this hard cock!
She thought of Myra's cunt. How she had insanely wanted to put her mouth to it. She thought of her vow not to fuck with this young boy again.
But he was rolling her over, mounting her, getting between her wide-splayed legs. She twisted from under him.
"No!" she cried out softly. "Noooooo, Johnny!"
"I gotta fuck you!" he blurted in a hoarse voice. "Jesus, Shirley, I gotta." He rammed his hand up between her legs and felt the wetness of her cunt. "You're hot too."
The wildly-aroused blonde fought down her desires, but felt herself losing. And her fingers on his hot hard penis told her he was in desperate need of relief. She had to do something.
"I'll... I'll suck you," she blurted. "You liked that, I know." The blonde tossed her hair and smiled ruefully in the moonlight. "You were the first. Second time should be better. Practice makes perfect, and like that."
"I want to do you too," the youngster said earnestly.
"When I finish with you, all you'll want to do is sleep," Shirley said, intentionally making her words lewd and wanton. She was desperately afraid of what would happen if young Johnny licked and kissed and sucked her pussy again. She might just open her legs wide and pull his vibrant young penis into her yearning body and blow the whole thing. Matters were bad enough as it was! "Now just lie back and let me do everything."
' No!" the boy blurted vehemently. He ran his fingers through his hair. "We can do it together! Sixty-nine, you know?"
"I don't know," the confused and wildly aroused woman said in all innocence. "What's that?"
"I've never done it but I heard about it and it sounds groovy," he replied. "We can try it. Lie on your side."
Confused but willing to do anything to ease the tension, Shirley Blaine did as she was commanded. Quickly the boy shifted so they were lying face-to-loins. She felt his strong young hands spreading her legs, then his head between her twitching thighs and his breath on her cunt. And then, quickly, his lips covered the softly-fleshed furrow with its golden hairs and the tip of his hot, wet tongue speared into her.
"Oooooooohhhhh! " she gasped, and involuntarily thrust her pelvis up to his urgently sucking mouth. Inches from her face, his long, thick penis beckoned, and she understood then what was involved. And, after being so strangely denied by Myra, her own mouth was demanding satisfaction. Her fingers reached out to grasp the burgeoning staff of flesh and savagely pull the thick foreskin downward, baring the soft, velvet-textured head that was shaped like a mushroom. With no hesitation she began to lick it furiously, feeling his heartbeat. Up and down the full length of the thickly-veined rod of flesh her mouth traveled, kissing and nibbling and licking, until she could stand it no longer. Clutching the sperm-laden sack of his balls tightly in one hand and the rampant penis in the other, she gulped it deep between her eagerly ovalling soft lips, her tongue tasting the drops of preseminal fluid as she sucked just as furiously as the boy was tonguing her pulsing vagina.
She heard Johnny groan as they began to roll wantonly on the mat by the edge of the pool. She felt his fingers prying her ass-cheeks wide apart and then one finger plunged hard into the tight ring of her anus.
"Aaaaauuuuuggghhh!" Shirley gasped, letting the rigid length of his reaming cock slip momentarily from her tightly-clutching lips. "That hurts!"
But the passion-driven boy continued to finger-fuck her tender anus. Inches from her eyes, as his thick rod of male flesh plunged in and out of her avidly gulping mouth, the blonde divorcee could see his own tight ringed rectum, and the idea of returning the favor flashed into her mind lewdly. If her mouth hadn't been so stuffed full of his thick penis, she would have laughed as she wantonly rammed two fingers deep into his small puckered opening and was rewarded by a momentary break in the rhythm of his sucking and licking of her churning pussy. But he quickly resumed, and with their sensual delights heightened by the anal contact, they rolled wildly on the mat at the end of the small pool. The wet, slurping sounds of their sex-hungry mouths filled the night air.
Shirley Blaine realized that she and Johnny were going to reach the peak together as his plunging cock hardened and swelled in her contorted mouth and the hot dam broke inside her quaking belly, letting loose the flood of feminine desire stored there.
"Uuuuuugggghhhh! Uuuuuugggghhhh!" she gasped as she tasted the first hot steaming jets of his youthful cum spilling into her devouring lips. She clutched his bucking body hard to her, swallowing the entire length of his spurting penis and felt the hot suction of his lips on her spasming cunt as they began to roll over and over each other, eating like wild animals.
And then there was a great splash as their bodies, legs tightly locked around each other's heads, rolled over the side into the water. They came up laughing and spouting and fondling each other, grasping for penis and breast and buttocks and cunt and kissing urgently until finally the completely satisfied and fleshily-glowing blonde poked a finger into her young lover's chest and spoke firmly.
"I want you to do something for me, Johnny."
"Yeah, Shirl?" he panted.
"Go home. Go to hell home! Now!"
"Yeah... I get the message." He quickly pulled his clothes on and grinned at her in the moonlight as she stood with drops of water streaming down her sleek woman's body and her lips shining with his cum. "But I'll be back." Damn it, you will! the troubled blonde said as she tried to compose herself after lying again on the mat, still tasting him in her mouth and imagining his spearing tongue deep in her cunt. Johnny Hawes disappeared as quickly and silently as he had come to her. She knew she'd lost another battle. Her own newly-found carnality was just too much! But what just happened was surely better than the lesbian thing... even with a kid!
Yet she could not dismiss the prolonged passion with Myra.
"Oh, damn it! Shirley closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.
She had no idea that Johnny had found his trail bike stolen when he climbed back over the fence and so had walked nearly five miles to his home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Johnny's trail cycle had not exactly been stolen... it had been collected by his father as the result of one of those small and unpredictable incidents, totally unconnected with the business at hand, which nonetheless has in the end a profound effect on the lives of people.
In this case a jurisdictional dispute between two building trade unions had closed down all jobs in the county where Chuck Hawes was putting up a small but expensive housing development. This was annoying, but there was nothing to do except wait it out. And, the burly man with salt-and-pepper hair and deeply tanned skin thought, it had been too long since he'd seen Johnny. A month or more. He was neglecting the kid in the interests of making a good living and providing a decent home in a good school district. Yet, Chuck realized, he was taking too much time away from the boy, leaving him only with Mrs. Madden. She was an excellent housekeeper and an upstanding, church-going woman but certainly not just what the doctor ordered for bringing up an adolescent boy.
So Chuck had thrown his kit into the back of his pickup truck and driven home. On the long ride he passed several places where he knew all he had to do was walk in the door of a bar and find a willing woman. He was tall and rugged as a lumberjack. Finding a pretty girl who suddenly became eager to go to bed with him was never a problem. Within an hour, he was sure, he would turn up a pretty young thing and have her in a motel with her mouth tightly ringing his long, rock-hard cock and furiously sucking the hot cum from his balls.
From a purely carnal viewpoint he liked that. When he had a job underway, he seldom indulged himself with a girl, sometimes going weeks without getting laid. Long experience had taught him if he picked up a piece of prime pussy and went straight into her cunt, he wouldn't last long, and neither of them would get much out of it. The girl would get the impression he was a lousy lay, which really wasn't the case.
But if she sucked him first he could hold back until she was really hot and then fill her mouth with his hot sperm and just tasting it would make her know what it was like to be with a real man, and she'd be anxious to lie there and kid around until he was hard again and rolled her on her back and went into her waiting cunt like a piledriver. The second time around he could go until the chick was screaming and nearly fainting from exhaustion and it always worked out pretty good.
It had been about three weeks this time, and Chuck Hawes could feel the aching in his balls.
but he knew if he pulled a bird and went the motel route, it would be for all night - maybe even a couple of days - and he didn't want to take the time.
He'd find a piece of ass someplace in the valley, but his first duty was to see his son.
Although it was still daylight, the sun had dropped behind the jagged mountain peaks to the west when he pulled the pickup into the driveway of the luxurious house he had built. Almost eight o'clock, he noted as he cut the motor and set foot on the burning-hot asphalt of the drive.
And then, damn it, Johnny wasn't home. As Mrs. Madden hurriedly fixed him a drink and a pickup dinner, she explained where Johnny had gone and why. She went on interminably telling him about her first grandson who had just entered the world. The big, rangy man, who looked a lot like Johnny made agreeing sounds as he ate. The old girl could talk your ears off and be a pain in the ass, but she was a good housekeeper and he didn't have to listen to her often.
Darkness closed in and a fat silver moon rose and Johnny still wasn't home. Finally his father decided to go looking. He had been doubtful about letting Johnny have the cycle, but it was one of the low-powered jobs, certainly no more dangerous than a bicycle. In the low-gear range it would only do thirty miles an hour, and when Johnny fell off it, as he surely would, he couldn't hurt himself too badly, Chuck had reasoned. But there was always the chance he'd been clobbered by a car. He looked up Shirley Blaine in the phone book and discovered that her phone was out of order. He got into his pickup and drove to her house.
He found the street without difficulty and observed it was a nice neighborhood, although not expensive. The irregular terrain had caused the tract developer to leave an unusual bit of space between the modest houses, and a lot of trees standing. On the first pass he missed Shirley's house. The second time by, he spotted Johnny's trail Honda half concealed in the thick sagebrush some hundred feet from Shirley's cottage.
Chuck Hawes braked nearby and sat for a minute, thinking. He was no fool. A methodical man, sternly self-disciplined, he never made instant decisions. He considered all possibilities. A question leapt into his mind: If Johnny was running an errand to this woman's house, why was his cycle parked so far away, hidden?
An unlikely, but yet the most plausible answer came to mind.
"Oh, ho!" the big man said and went to reconnoiter.
He did not go to the door and ring the bell. If monkey business was afoot, that would only alert the monkeys. Instead, moving with the pantherlike silence of the combat infantryman he had been in the Korean war, he eased through the brush, making a complete circle of the little house. There was a light in a bedroom, but creeping close to the window he could see through the drapes that it was unoccupied, although the bed had obviously been used. He went on and encountered the high fence around the pool and patio.
He could tell from the sounds which carried on the still night air the sort of thing that was going on!
There was no mistaking it... the wet, slurping, the groans of erotic delight. Christ, the boy was growing up faster than he'd realized! Chuck Hawes moved, finding his way through patches of moonlight filtering through the trees, until he came to a mound of earth by the side of the fence. Standing on it, he was able to see over the top.
The surface of the swimming pool glimmered. And beside it, on a mat by the water, his only son lay in wild, wanton embrace with a long-legged blonde. And they weren't just fucking!
They were sixty-nining each other until hell wouldn't have it! Incredulously, Chuck watched Johnny's cock plunging into the woman's passionately sucking mouth, saw her cheeks hollowing and then swelling with the urgency of her sucking. And just as fervently, Johnny was licking her wide open cunt! They were moaning and groaning and rolling against each other and playing with each other's asses.
Mesmerized, the father watched. In the moonlight, the woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, with her pale hair silvered by the moon and swirling around Johnny's thrusting loins. Her legs were long and sleek, her breasts magnificent!
How in the hell did Johnny ever get something like that to play with? Chuck asked himself silently. It was incredible!
She was sure one eager cocksucker! The way she yanked the boy's buttocks toward her lust-contorted face, swallowing his long, hard prick to the base, her lips circling it like a tight rubber band on every stroke while her free hand caressed the kid's balls fervently... and the way she was jamming her cunt up to his mouth!
Chuck found his own penis getting hard as an iron bar just watching. Johnny rolled on top of the girl and fucked wildly into her mouth and her head kept coming up on each outstroke as if she couldn't eat enough of his rampant young cock. And all the time she was humping her pussy up, her back arching, as she strained to get his spearing tongue deeper and deeper into her churning cunt while her long, slender legs locked tightly around his head.
Chuck Hawes knew what he should do, as a father. He should leap over the fence, yank them apart and drown the whoring blonde bitch in her own pool for doing such a lewd and wanton thing to an innocent young boy. And then he should firmly kick his son's bare ass right over this fence into the thorny bushes and whip the pure shit out of him!
That's what he should do!
Yet his habit of never making a hasty decision restrained him. He waited until they came to their wild climax, and then listened to their soft words of tender endearment. Although he could not hear exactly what was said, he got the impression that the stunning flaxen-haired woman - she looked more like a teenage girl than a woman -- was in love with Johnny... that this had been a little more than a quick, wild fuck for her. She certainly was unbelievably beautiful, and Chuck deeply envied his son at that moment.
So, he would bide his time. And do some investigating.
Silently as he had come, he moved off through the brush. He decided to give Johnny something to sweat about. Effortlessly he lifted the two-hundred-pound trail bike and put it in the back of the pickup and then drove away.
His destination was the local police station, where the night desk sergeant owed him a favor. A prematurely gray-haired man in his late forties, the sergeant had been a patrolman, underpaid, a widower with five children crammed into an old trailer some years before. He had some land, but no money to put a house on it. Chuck had built him a spacious house in between other jobs, charging only wholesale cost for the materials and not taking a penny for himself. Although he had not thought of it at the time, the gesture had been a profitable one, because the sergeant, Jim Reeves, knew everybody in the valley and talked incessantly about what a nice guy and good workman Chuck Hawes was, and this had led eventually to a score of profitable contracts.
Chuck parked in front of the low-slung Spanish styled police building and went in to find Jim Reeves comfortably settled with his feet on his desk reading a lurid paperback book which had been confiscated in a pornography raid. He put it down hurriedly as Chuck appeared and grinned sheepishly.
"Just reviewing some evidence," he said.
"How're things, Chuck?"
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries and then Chuck got down to business.
"Jim, the boy's been horsing around a little. I got his cycle in the back of the pickup. He's going to think it was swiped. Suppose you could make it disappear for a few days, and then when I call, you find it?"
"Sure." The graying man slid a key from his ring. "Stash it in my garage. Got time for a cribbage game?" With his veteran police background, the sergeant knew there was more to this than met the eye. His friend had something to get off his chest, or maybe needed a bigger favor than hiding a bike. He waved the book with it's lurid cover. "The guy who wrote this has a rare typewriter. He hits one key and a four letter word appears."
"Why not?" Chuck Hawes said, and pulled up a chair as the sergeant pulled out a deck of cards. It was a slow night in the cop shop. Occasionally the radio muttered, but there was nothing important. The cards fell and pegs jumped up and down the board. Finally, after small talk and two cups of terrible black coffee. Chuck asked, "You know a door-to-door sales girl, Shirley Blaine?"
"I do," Reeves said. "Pretty girl. Her old man split a couple of years ago. She went to work. Straight. We keep a close eye on these house-to-house people... lot of suede-shoe types around. No beefs on Shirl, and this is a pretty small town. Word would get around. She doesn't hit the bars. Still doesn't have a man either. Now, if I was a bit younger... Chuck, you have eyes for her. You checking?"
Yes, I had eyes for her. Chuck thought, hoping his face didn't betray him. I had eyes for her tonight when she was sucking Johnny's cock and he was gobbling her cunt.
"I've seen her. She's something else," Chuck said with a grin. They went on talking and bit by bit he extracted information about Shirley Blaine. A perceptive man, Chuck finally decided two things. Sgt. Jim Reeves had been behind a desk too long to know what was really going down. But he collected bits and pieces.
And all the bits and pieces said Shirley Blaine was a girl who had been royally shat upon. She worked hard at an honest job. She wasn't a boozer. She had a bank account and didn't owe money. Young and healthy, she must hunger for a man.
So why the hell did she have to pick on a fourteen year old boy? His boy!
That, Chuck vowed, was something he would find out for himself. If he had to take off his thick leather belt and lay it on her hot, sweet little ass, he would find out. But he would take his time. Thinking from a purely male point of view, he reasoned that maybe the mature, beautiful blonde was better for the kid than some teenybopper chippie. She had certainly seemed to be giving him a lot more than a quick sixty-nine. Chuck Hawes damned himself for neglecting his son. They finished their fifth game of cribbage and he said goodnight. He dropped the motorcycle at Jim's house and drove home. Two hours later, Johnny appeared and they held their standard reunion. But it was apparent the boy was scared as hell.
Chuck dropped the hammer as he said. "Where's the bike?"
"Somebody swiped it," Johnny blurted, looking away. "I was farting around downtown, you know... "
"I figured you were out fucking around someplace," his father said with a wry grin, and watched the color rise in his son's cheeks. "Well, I'll call the fuzz and they'll probably turn it up in a couple of days. Until then, you hike it." They talked for a long time, about different matters, but not once did Johnny mention his errand to Shirley Blaine's house. This in itself was a dead fucking giveaway, his father thought. If it was just an innocent trip, he would have mentioned it. Well, he would leave the homy kid afoot until he had time to go interview the hot-assed blonde himself. Once he had talked to her, he might have some idea of what to do.
He wanted to fuck her out of her mind.
If she was as wild as he'd seen just with a boy, what would she be with a mature man like himself?
From talking with the sergeant, he had deduced that either she was incredibly clever at keeping her personal life secret, or the thing with Johnny had been just some freak episode. He would have to find out. It would take time and effort and some ingenuity, but he would get the answers.
* * *
As a one-time combat soldier, Chuck Hawes knew he had to take the high ground. In this case the high ground was a brush covered foothill which overlooked Shirley Blaine's little house and the surrounding acreage. It had been easy to learn her work schedule. He knew she relaxed by her pool for lunch and a swim -- allegedly naked -- in the afternoon.
Chuck lugged his equipment, consisting of a Canon F-135 mm camera with a monstro 1,200mm telephoto lens and small tripod, a six-pack of Coors beer and pack of salami and cheese sandwiches up a winding footpath to the vantage point he had selected. He set the camera up. From the distance, the lens with its 2.1 degree angle of view was the next best thing to an astronomer's telescope. He could count the leaves on the bushes in her yard. He thought, I can probably count the hairs on her cunt when she shows.
For two days nothing happened -- that is, nothing of importance to him as far as Johnny was concerned. The lovely blonde came out in the afternoon sun, nibbled a light lunch, stripped to the buff and then took a swim. Later she lay in the sun and her hands caressed her body, fingers stroking deep into her tight cunt until she reached orgasm. Then another quick swim and she disappeared into the house. Chuck Hawes found himself getting rock hard as he watched through the camera lens, and several times he snapped the shutter.
On the third day, a second woman appeared, apparently, from the expression on Shirley Blaine's face, unexpected and uninvited. A smaller woman, a brunette in hot pants and a see-through blouse. Incredulous, he watched the tableau as the two appeared to argue. Then the dark-haired girl, who was certainly a beauty, even though her tits were smaller than Shirley's, damn near raped her. She was embracing her and the blonde's struggles were becoming weaker, to judge from the body language. And then they were kissing for a minute before the dark-haired one smoothly peeled her clothes off and stood brazenly naked in the sun before advancing like a cat.
And then Shirley was being pushed down on a chaise longue and the other one was crawling all over her, licking and kissing until finally her tongue was wildly delving into Shirley's humping cunt. In his denim trousers, Chuck Hawes's cock jerked uncontrollably.
"Kee-riist! Thai one goes down like a dive bomber, " he muttered as he began clicking the shutter. If he ever had to, he could show these pictures to Johnny and make it plain that his overage girlfriend was maybe a little more than he had believed. The ultra-long-range telephoto lens clearly caught the tiny pink tongue wetly burrowing into the blonde-fringed slit of Shirley's pulsing cunt while her legs flailed and finally locked around the other's shoulders. "That chick digs it every way there is!"
Through the camera lens he saw the contortions on Shirley's lust-twisted face as she reached orgasm and weakly fell back, her legs still lewdly splayed apart. He saw her reach for the other girl and kiss her lingeringly, and then try to get her own taffy-tressed head down between the pale white thighs.
But for some reason she was being rejected, pushed away, and then the little one was laughing, jumping into the pool, obviously teasing. Chuck fully expected she would finally let Shirley feast on her pussy, but it didn't happen. The little one dressed after quickly drying with a towel and scampered out of view, through the house. Seconds later a car sped away.
Well, Chuck Hawes thought, I know all I have to know now. Something's got to be done. If she was straight, well, I might just let the kid go on fucking her. But this... I have to confront the bitch!
He packed up his equipment and went down the steep hill to where his pickup truck was parked. He drove home and immediately processed his film. The color shots were sharp, in perfect focus. He knew that he had the handle on this Shirley Blaine. It was like having his strong fingers around her pretty neck. He could run her out of town in five minutes. He could put her in prison.
As a father whose son had been corrupted by an older woman, that was just the thing he should do.
But he remembered the things Sgt. Jim Reeves had said of her. How she had been deserted and worked hard to support herself. How she paid her bills on time. Didn't chippy around in spite of all the men who lusted for her smooth-limbed, full-breasted body. And. as a construction man, he had automatically appraised her house and grounds. Although modest, nothing like the empty castle he had built for himself and Johnny, they were the best kept in the neighborhood, and if it looked that good outside, it was probably spotless inside.
So this Shirley couldn't be all bad.
Maybe she had just cracked from loneliness.
Chuck Hawes knew loneliness only too well. He had loved Johnny's mother, but he was a virile male, and it was not too long after her death he had begun satisfying his animal needs with women picked up in bars, or met in the line of business.
He had never kept track, but over the years he must have fucked hundreds, he thought. And in every way. Wryly he guessed he'd eaten enough cunt to keep a tiger alive for a year. He'd shot enough hot, thick sperm into sucking mouths to populate the state of Rhode Island. At times he had taken a girl who was yelling her head off in ecstasy when he was reaming her cunt with his rampant cock, rolled her over on her belly, pulled her hips up as he pushed her legs apart and jammed his penis deep into her ass and made her scream even louder.
So who was he to judge?
"Oh, shit; fuck it." he muttered to himself as he took the color prints from the dryer and sealed them in an envelope which he locked in the jockey box of the pickup. Then he went back to the house, stripped his clothes off and put on swimming trunks. He mixed a pint of vodka with a quart of orange juice and took it to the pool under the disapproving eyes of Mrs. Madden. The container was insulated and the drink would remain ice cold for hours. He poured a full glass, drank it off in two gulps and plunged into the water. Johnny was nowhere around. Probably off looking for his cycle, Chuck thought. Well, let him look a few more days. He swam vigorously, emerging from time to time to drink again, but the physical exertion saved him from becoming even mildly drunk while his mind worked. In the end he decided on two things.
He was going to have a very serious talk with Shirley Blaine.
And he was going to fuck her so hard she'd never look at a kid, or another woman, again.
He thought he might even get to like her.
CHAPTER SIX
Chuck Hawes was a man who did his homework. His telephoto lens had caught the car which sped away from Shirley Blaine's house. Through the license number, he had traced it and from Sgt. Jim Reeves learned all he had to know about Myra Adams.
What he did not learn was that his old friend had a close personal relationship with Myra and he underestimated Jim Reeves.
Minutes after he drove away from the police station, the sergeant made a call to her on a phone which could not be tapped.
"Shit is going to hit the fan, and you may be standing in front of it, girl," the cop said. This was something he would not have done for anyone else, but Myra was something special to him. He knew her hangup with girls -- hell, he'd nailed her one night eating out a teenaged chick in a parked car and he should have booked her. But he also knew the teenybopper involved was queer as Hogan's goat and made a hobby of seducing every pretty woman in sight. So he had given Myra a break along with a ten-cent lecture about being a damn fool. She had been scared shitless, and Reeves thought she'd never make the same mistake again. If she dug doing it with women, that was none of his business, as long as they were over the age of consent. He had been surprised when she phoned and asked to see him, and a bit wary, but he had made the meeting at a cabin belonging to a friend who was out of the valley. What followed stunned him. The slender dark-haired woman entered nervously and faced him. He was in civilian clothes. She looked him up and down and smiled tentatively before gulping and speaking.
"Sarge, you are pure gold. You could have busted me hard. I... I have to thank you... if you'll let me."
Fixing her dark eyes on his, she moved close and touched the front of his pants. She slid the zipper of his fly open and her delicate fingers pulled his hardening penis out. Myra knelt and took it into her mouth and began to suck, slowly at first, then with increasing passion, clutching his balls and lashing the length of his iron-hard cock with the tip of her soft pink tongue until he exploded his sperm into her throat. She kept his cock between her avid lips, running her tongue around the sensitive purplish-red knob until it shrank to almost nothing before rising, licking her semen-smeared lips.
"That wasn't a payoff," she had said softly. "I wanted to, because you're the first man who's treated me right for a long time. Friends, okay?"
They had gone to the bed and lay together and in whispers she told him how it was with her, why she was a lesbian but once in a great while she met a man she wanted to give herself to. Later that night he fucked her, and she cried out in pleasure that wasn't faked. They had been lovers ever since, and Jim Reeves accepted her need for women philosophically. He came to like Myra thoroughly and thought that if she were straight, he would have liked to marry. He had been too many years alone. The kids were almost grown now, and he wanted a wife.
Myra had subtly let him know she would have him. But as close as he was to retirement, he couldn't take a chance on a scandal. However, he owed it to her to pass the word on. He told her that somehow it involved Shirley Blaine and Chuck Hawes, and he made it clear she should keep her mouth firmly shut.
"Thanks," Myra said. "Come fuck me soon. I'm getting to like it."
"As much as pussy?" the cop asked. "Sometimes even more... depends on whose prick and whose pussy." She chuckled and hung up.
* * *
Chuck Hawes drove to Shirley Blaine's house as dusk closed in on the valley, with the packet of pictures in the pocket of his suede sports jacket. As she opened the door and stared up at him, he realized the tall, slender blonde had no idea who he was. Up close, he realized she was even more beautiful than he had suspected when he had stared at her having wild oral sex with his son. With the directness that was his natural way, he walked without invitation into the little house and pushed the door shut behind him while the confused woman stared.
"My name is Chuck Hawes," he said. "I think we have a few things to talk about."
"Oh Jesus!" Shirley blurted and covered her face as tears spewed from her eyes. He was so big, so lean, just like an older version of Johnny. Somehow he had found out. He was going to send her to prison! "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it... I was just so alone and... "
"That gets a lot of small talk out of the way," Chuck Hawes said with the same firmness he would have used on a laggardly brickmason. "I know a lot about you, Mrs. Blaine. To be honest, much of it is good. I don't play word games. What I say, I mean, and anyone in the county will tell you that. I saw you with Johnny the other night, by the pool. I sensed that you really feel for the boy. Frankly, I'd rather have him screwing a woman who knows what she's doing than some nuthead bird his own age. As long as she's straight. And you're not."
"I... I'm sort of shocked," Shirley mumbled. She felt ready to collapse, but knew she had to hold herself together somehow. "Why don't we sit down and try to talk? I'll make a drink and maybe... maybe... "
"If you have a beer," Chuck said, moving to the sofa and sitting as Shirley stumbled her way to the kitchen and found a bottle of beer and then built herself a vodka and Coke that was mostly vodka. She knew she would need every bit of it for the ordeal she faced. God! It seemed she was paying a terrible penalty for her transgression. First Myra, and now Chuck. Weak-kneed, she brought the drinks and decided she had to face it now. Get it done and over with, however bad it might be. Shirley in her woman's instinct thought she might have one small thing going for her... the way Chuck Hawes had eyed her. It had told her that, no matter what his complaint was, he still saw her as a desirable female in her short cotton dress that left her breasts bare almost to the nipples and came barely below the juncture of her thighs. She was barefoot and thought she looked young and almost innocent, which of course he knew well she was not.
Somehow she had to convince this handsome man that she had not meant to seduce his son, that she really wasn't a whore who preyed on innocent young boys. He had been honest enough to say that he had heard good things about her. He sounded like a man who would try to understand and be fair and possibly forgive her.
The only thing to do was sell herself like she had never sold her door-to-door merchandise, and gain his forgiveness.
He had claimed to speak to the point, truthfully, so her own strongest point would be to respond in kind. She watched as he took a small sip from his beer and put the glass down, and reminded herself to keep her legs crossed because of the fancy panties. The silence became unbearable. She could feel his eyes on her, raping her. His pants were bulging with the outline of his cock and it wantonly thrilled the threatened blonde to know that even a man who had every right in the world to hate her and hurt her still reacted this way.
"I met Johnny... I was lonely. I guess I led him on. But I... I had to have him, to make love with him," Shirley said, looking squarely into the cold eyes of the big man. She bowed her head. "I know how wrong it was, and I can imagine what you must feel about me. But... I do love him. And I'd do it again! Being with him brought me out of hell! And I tried to be good for him... I think I was. He seemed so alone, too... " Again Shirley lifted her head to face her accuser, and said, "Johnny told me how you lost your wife... his mother. So you know how being alone can make you do strange things."
"I go to whorehouses or pick up girls in bars," Chuck said.
"Easy for a man!" the blonde girl snapped back. "But they don't happen to run whorehouses for women! And have you ever taken a good look at the type of slime that goes out to pick up a girl in a bar? You'd puke!" She dried her eyes and kept on. "A man like you, a working man, might stop in a place and have a drink or two, and then go home. Beautiful! I wish I had a man like that. But I don't! What happened was all my fault... I needed love and... sex, sure... but if you can understand, I put all of ME into it! And I took from it too... I took Johnny's love. He has so much to give, and nobody to take it!"
"You're twice his age," Chuck Hawes said.
"And haven't you... haven't you fucked girls half your age?" Despite her feeling of being crushed, Shirley had to fight back. She could not remember ever saying FUCK in her life, but now she was fighting for her entire being, and it had just spewed from her mouth. She was ashamed to have said it, but it was the only word which had come to mind. "Haven't you?"
"I guess so," Chuck admitted.
"Well, he needed me, and I needed him!" Shirley felt like a thousand needles were being pushed into her body. This may be the end of me, she thought. Well! I might as well go down fighting. "And where were you? Off somewhere building houses! Leaving your boy with an old woman for a housekeeper. Running loose! I think he could have done worse than to meet me!" She began to cry again and then controlled herself. "Sorry... that was a cheap shot. I take it back. I'm the one who's wrong. Now tell me what you want. Be honest. You said you were honest when you spoke. I'll listen."
Chuck Hawes stared at the frightened blonde for a long minute. She was so beautiful he wanted to believe her, but yet she still reeked of depravity. She had to be punished in a way she would never forget, and, taking the case to the law, having her put in a cage, wasn't the answer... and he found himself lusting for her. His balls were beginning to ache. An idea came to mind.
"I'm going to take the idea that it's all right to seduce young boys right out of your head," he said ominously, and then grinned in a way which frightened Shirley even more. "Do you know how?"
"No," she managed to whisper as all kinds of things ran through her mind. She was sure he would beat her, with his big fists, or his heavy leather belt. Not kill her, but mark her for life, cripple her. Her eyes went to the phone. Would there be time to call the police? No, she wouldn't have time to dial and blurt out her situation. She would just have to endure whatever Johnny's angry father had in mind. Shirley asked, "What?"
"I'm going to fuck it out of you!"
Oh, God! Shirley felt the tears beginning again, and she saw no hope of mercy in the big man's hawklike face. And then the thought that this was, in fact, a very light sentence for her carnal crime came to her. She could endure it, no matter how rough he might be, and she was sure Chuck Hawes wasn't going to be gentle like a lover. He was going to hurt her as much as he could. Fuck her as she had never been fucked. Well, she would have to submit, but she could at least defy him verbally.
"All right... if that's your price," she managed to say in a calm, cold voice. If he wanted her to perform like a whore, she would talk and act like one. She hoped he didn't, because that's what she vowed to do, to make the whole thing as mechanical as possible, give him nothing but her body. She would give him his pound of flesh, his revenge, and no more. Be a piece of meat simply skewered on his cock, playing the part of the slut he believed her to be. Shirley hoped the trembling deep in her belly didn't show as she said, "We might as well go in the bedroom now. This way."
It took a tremendous effort to casually rise and then walk in a smooth stride that made her taut ass-cheeks jiggle and not look back. She heard Chuck Hawes gasp and then his heavy footsteps behind her. By the time he reached the bedroom, Shirley was already pulling the short dress over her head and discarding it. In another smooth motion she slid her thin panties down the smooth columns of her legs and then fluffed her mass of pale hair. For a moment she simply stood naked before the hot eyed gaze of her teenage lover's irate father. She ran her hands over her body, rubbing her cunt and then cupping her breasts invitingly. The thought of what was going to happen to her for her misdeeds was beginning to excite and arouse her, but she vowed not to let Chuck know. She hoped her deep blue eyes were showing scorn as she said, "You can't do it with your clothes on, honey."
"You are a bitch!" he blurted. "But bitch, you're gonna get fucked like never before!"
With savage jerkings of his hands, Chuck Hawes stripped himself naked in seconds. He knew what this wild blonde was up to. She was trying to put him down. Pretend she didn't want it. A bunch of horseshit! He'd seen how wildly she turned on. Well, she could fake all she wanted, but he was going to make her scream for more and more and more before he was done! As his pants were kicked off, his thick penis sprang up, long and hard and despite the facade she affected, he read in her eyes the surprise when she saw the size of it... and the anticipation.
Oh, Jesus! Shirley thought as she took in the dimensions of the rampant spear of lust-hardened flesh. She had never dreamed one could be so big! It would tear her apart! She knew her vagina was tighter than most and even if Chuck Hawes was in a mood to be gentle and prepare her for it -- which he certainly was not - it would hurt her terribly, at least when he first pierced her tender flesh. But, she reminded herself, she must not show her fear or pain. That was what he wanted, and that was what she was not going to give him. She would submit to the punishment she deserved, but did not intend to give her torturer any pleasure. His body might enjoy her, but she could fix it so his head wouldn't, and when he was through ravishing her, he would feel like less of a man. She wet her lips with the tip of her flickering tongue seductively before speaking.
"I suppose you'd like me to suck you a little first?"
"You think you can get this in your mouth?"
The tortured blonde said nothing. She went to him, grasped his penis and sank to her knees. With no preliminary kissing or licking, she opened her mouth wide, pursed her lips and drew the thick, blood engorged head of his cock between them. She dipped her head and felt the hot length of him slide far down her throat. Rhythmically she began to bob her head up and down and suck.
She hoped that none of what she suddenly felt showed. The instant her lips had closed over the velvety soft head, she wanted it! God! How beautiful it was! Chuck Hawes might think he was punishing her - and she must make him believe that -- but she would ultimately be the victor. The realization of her long-hidden carnality was still confusing to the lovely blonde, but she was glad it was now out in the open. She was sorry that the trigger which released it had been an innocent young boy like Johnny, but at the same time she honestly felt she had been good for him. Abandoning all morality, Shirley began to fellate the tall, husky man in earnest, her hair flying as her head bobbed and her mouth gulped his rigid manhood. Her hand closed over his semen-heavy balls and squeezed lightly, teasingly. As her avid lips tightened around the throbbing staff and her tongue swirled, she remembered the girl in the sex shop asking if she wanted to whore. Well, maybe she should have taken up the offer! She could no longer think of morals. All she could think of was cock! Despite her vow to show no emotion, she heard herself beginning to moan with pleasure and desire as the thick penis went deeper and deeper into her demanding mouth.
And then Chuck roughly grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her sucking mouth from his penis.
"More!" she cried, trying to recapture it in her lips.
With a sadistic chuckle, the big man literally yanked her to her feet by the hair and said, "You'll get plenty of it, Shirley. So much you'll never think of fucking around with a kid again! On the bed!"
With wanton eagerness, Shirley flopped on her bed and lewdly spread her legs. She no longer feared him... she wanted him in her with a burning desire... wanted his immense cock reaming her tight pussy! She was without shame now. Shame might come later, but she would worry about that at the time. In eagerness she ground her soft ass-cheeks on the nubby bedspread. She could feel the hot juices already flowing from her cunt in anticipation of the fulfillment it was about to receive. She gazed longingly at the huge rod of male flesh that was supposed to punish her.
Punish?
No way!
"Not like that," Chuck said, leering as he stroked the thick penis that glistened slickly with her saliva. "Yank those pillows down, get them under your cunt and roll over on your belly!"
The horrible thought of what he had in mind came to her then. There WAS a way to hurt her, and he had planned it all along!
"Oooooh... noooooo... not that!" the now terrified woman whimpered, tears starting anew.
"Do what I tell you!" Chuck's calloused right hand swung and as Shirley tried to whirl away from it she felt it smack like fire on her buttocks. The one blow was enough. Eyes closed tight to hold back the tears she fumbled for the pillows, pulled them down to the middle of the bed and rolled onto them, the smooth hemispheres of her ass-cheeks, reddening from the single slap, obscenely exposed to his lascivious gaze. The lovely taffy-haired girl cradled her face in her crossed arms and silently waited for the humiliation and degradation which she would know soon.
"Spread your legs wide," Chuck said coldly.
Like a robot, she obeyed, opening her cunt and anus to his gaze. She tried to will herself to endure her ordeal without screaming as she felt the bed rock and then his heavy body pressing down over her. And then, amazingly, she felt his tongue slithering up and down her spine like a wet feather duster!
"Oooooohhhhhhh... " she murmured, raising her head and undulating at the ticklish sensation. "Nice... oooooohhhhh!"
The darting tongue danced over her body, almost driving her crazy, and Shirley gasped in sheer wanton pleasure when finally it flicked into the wide-splayed crease of her buttocks and probed the tight ring of her anus. She jerked her hips up to feel more of it and spread her legs even wider as she felt the tip work its way inside her, tickling, arousing her. She reached down to spread her ass-cheeks obscenely as Chuck's tongue probed deeper and deeper into her rectum.
"Ooooohhhhhh... deeper!" she moaned.
And then the tongue was gone. But before the aroused young divorcee could groan out her protest, she felt a finger take its place, sliding easily past her now-relaxed anal ring and sawing slowly in and out of her hot anus, rotating, stretching the rubbery tight sphincter. It hurt a little, but felt so good... She humped and screwed back on it eagerly, feeling like she was going to cum any minute.
And then it too was pulled out, and she moaned in disappointment.
But then she felt the weight of the big man lowering onto her writhing body, his hands spreading her quivering ass-cheeks wide. Something huge and hot was pressing at the tight little rose of her anus now. She knew what it was and tried to cry out a protest but could only gasp as suddenly the smooth mushroom-shaped head of Chuck Hawes's penis burst past the barrier of her well-teased sphincter, stretching her flesh almost to the tearing point.
"Oh! Oh! Aaaaauuuggghhhh!" Shirley managed to cry out. Her head came up and swiveled around and she could see him poised over her, the long, thick shaft of his turgid penis extending from the lewdly spread cheeks of her buttocks. "Not this... Please... "
"Get your fucking ass up and take it!" he said curtly, and grasping her hips pulled her to her knees and firmly held her in position. The woman's wheat-straw hair sprayed over the bed as she struggled to escape, but every movement only seemed to skewer her deeper and deeper on the iron-hard cock that was invading her back passage.
Shirley could feel it burrowing into her tender flesh. She felt the steel-strong hands on her hips, and realized how futile her own pathetic struggles were. The pain was intense, more than she had ever known before. She wished she could faint, but she couldn't. She would have to endure the agony and the humiliation. Above her, Chuck was beginning to hump slowly, each thrust sinking his rampant cock a fraction of an inch deeper into the beautiful little hole centered in the trembling buttocks. He could feel the quaking of the woman's body under him and knew he was hurting her. Well, she deserved to be hurt! But she might be one of those who turned out to finally like it. He would damn well find out! He flexed his penis in the tight wet warmth of her rectal passage and heard her moan softly. It sounded like she might be starting to enjoy it. Well, he'd given her more preparation than most men would have... now it was time to get on with the job. He tensed his spring-steel muscles...
"Eeeeeyyyyaaaahhhhhh!" Shirley screamed as suddenly the man's full weight came down on her trembling body and the full length of his rampant cock pistoned up into her tight, virginal rectum, pushing waves of tender, velvety flesh ahead of it. Oh, God, the pain! The tortured blonde writhed under the unnatural impalement but was helpless. She felt herself crushed down, her face pressed against the bedspread her breasts flattened painfully. She wriggled, trying to open her buttocks wider and ease the torture. For an eternity he lay on top of her, buried to the hilt, his heavy balls lying against the fleshy lips of her wet cunt. She moaned softly, hopelessly.
Slowly the pain subsided, and Shirley felt she could move. Her body began to undulate, and the sensuous blonde could feel the cock deep inside her in a pleasurable way. She humped back and gasped at the sensation it brought as the huge organ flexed and the sperm-heavy balls rubbed her ultra-sensitive cunt.
"I thought you'd like it," Chuck said. Slowly he began to fuck in and out, and Shirley found herself raising with each stroke. It felt like his cock was going all the way up to her throat, but every lunge was better than the one before it. "Swing your ass in a circle... grind it!"
Shirley obeyed. It felt better and better. She began to pant in eagerness and screw herself harder and harder against his skewering penis and cry out in rising pleasure...
* * *
With all the strength in his young limbs, Johnny Hawes pedaled a stolen bicycle toward Shirley Blaine's house. It was the first time he had ever swiped anything, but this was an emergency. Just how big he didn't know, but a phone call from some woman named Myra had sounded urgent. She seemed to know about him and Shirley. Being evasive about how she had come by the information, she told him his father also knew and might go looking for Shirley. She was an hour's drive away but would go to Shirley's house as quickly as she could. Meanwhile, if there was anything he could do...
He'd found the 10-speed bike unattended and jumped on it. He knew things were bad when, panting for breath, he arrived at Shirley's house and saw his dad's pickup truck parked. He went around the house looking into windows.
It was worse than he expected. His old man had Shirley pinned down on her bed and was fucking her in the ass! And she was screaming, the beautiful face that he'd had his cock in so sweetly contorted in pain! He had to do something!
In the back of the pickup he found a heavy steel pry bar. The front door of the house was unlocked, and he slipped through it, the iron clenched in his fist as he moved toward the sounds from the bedroom. He raised it high as he burst through the door. He saw his father's penis slamming in and out of the wildly circling buttocks of the woman he loved and heard her yelling.
"Dad!" the boy shouted, brandishing the rod.
His father momentarily stopped his urgent fucking into the blonde's rectum, and her pink inner flesh was exposed, pulled out of her straining body and wrapped tight around the thick shaft of his male flesh. He stared at Johnny.
Shirley's lust-contorted face rose and she gulped and then cried out, "NO, Johnny! Don't!"
"He's hurting you!" the boy blurted. "Nobody can hurt you!"
There was silence. And then Shirley slowly wriggled her buttocks and screwed herself back until she was again deeply skewered on Chuck's cock. She wet her passion-swollen lips with the tip of her soft pink tongue and said, "Your father came here to hurt me. He tried, and I was ready to be hurt. But it didn't work. What you see is... is what I want."
"Oh, Christ!" the stunned teenager mumbled, and dropped the heavy bar of steel. "Shit! I was in love with you!"
"Me, too you," Shirley mumbled, almost incoherently. "Still."
There was a long silence, while the boy tried to comprehend. Finally his father said, "Johnny, we're not as close as we should be, but listen to me! I think I went too far. I came here to give her a hard time, and I couldn't keep my hands off her anymore than you could, which doesn't say much for me. But once it got started, I think Shirley turned on too." Almost affectionately he slapped the widespread ass-cheeks where his cock was deeply buried. "Shirl?"
"Yes," she panted. "That's the way it is, Johnny. You're the most beautiful boy I ever met... and your Dad comes on like a tiger. I never knew it about myself, but I need things like that."
"You... you mean you like both of us?" the boy said, incredulous.
"Yes. I need tenderness and worship... and I need to be put in my place, dominated. Women are that way." Compelled by a need to confess, while in this humiliating position, with a man's penis sunk to the hilt in her rectum, she swallowed hard and went on. "And sometimes they need the comfort of other women."
"Someone named Myra called the house tonight," Johnny said, still not understanding. "That's why I came."
"I've made love with Myra, too," Shirley confessed. "Just twice. When I needed to be loved by someone." She managed a weak smile. "I prefer you two."
Chuck Hawes suddenly saw a strange way to cement a bond with his son, through this woman he had underestimated.
"You really mean that -- the two of us?" he said softly.
Raising her eyes, tossing her head so her hair flowed like pale gold, Shirley whispered, "Body and soul, both of you."
"We'll see," Chuck said. "Move slow. We move together so you're lying on top of me. I don't want my prick to slip out of your ass."
"I don't either," she sighed as they maneuvered until Chuck was below her and she was splayed wide on top of him, her legs over his, her breasts and cunt and her whole long, slim body bared obscenely to the gaping eyes of the teenage boy. In a trembling voice, she murmured, "And now?"
"Now we fuck you together. Johnny, get undressed and get in her!"
"Oh, God, I can't!" the astonished blonde cried out. The idea of having two cocks in her at once dismayed her. Her pussy was so tight, and now her anal passage was stuffed - it could never be done! With dim hope she said, "I could use my mouth... "
"This way or nothing," Chuck said. "Fuck her with me, Johnny."
The lewd spectacle of his beautiful blonde girlfriend impaled on his father's prick, her legs open, firm, proud breasts trembling with anticipation made the boy wild with desire. He stripped, and his long, hard penis jutted out at a sharp angle from his flat, hard-muscled belly. With an urgent groan he dropped onto the bed and poised himself above the widely opened genitals of the helpless woman who had given him so much pleasure. He saw the soft lips of her cunt flowering open and the tiny pink button of her clitoris already hardened from the hard shaft of his father buried in her anus. Feverishly he mounted her.
"I can't... I can't!" the beautiful blonde divorcee cried out as she felt the bulbous head of Johnny's penis sliding up and teasing her sensitive thighs and then rubbing up and down the lips of her pussy, which were opening like the petals of a passion flower despite her objections. She began to stir, her body undulating, and she could feel the rigid length of Chuck's cock buried to the hilt in her anus. Then Johnny's head dropped almost out of sight between the mounds of her upthrust breasts and his tongue was slithering up and down her lust swollen cunt lips, fluttering from side to side like the wings of a butterfly and Shirley groaned in ecstasy. For such erotic sensations, she could endure any pain, she thought! She swung her legs up and over his shoulders and clamped his face tight between her thighs as he licked and sucked her seething pussy and the tip of his tongue teased her clitoris. Beneath her, the boy's father lay motionless but her squirming made his rigid spear of flesh probe the deepest parts of her rectal channel and an electric wildness took . over her body. She wanted more and more and more! In any way, and finally, feeling herself on the edge of cumming, moaned, "I can... I can! Put it in me!"
The young boy rose over her, his cock rigid and throbbing. With eager hands she guided it directly to her vaginal orifice and tried to pull him into her. The lust-swollen head pierced her sensitive cuntal lips and then tried to force entry, but with it came pain the wildly-aroused blonde hadn't anticipated. It seared her wide-open cunt and shot up through her vitals as the boy strained and pushed and finally the huge glans popped into her sorely-stretched vagina.
"Oh. my God!" Shirley cried out, wriggling in a futile attempt to escape the impalement. No matter how much she might want it, it was too much! "Johnny! It won't fit! My mouth! Let me suck!"
She felt Chuck's muscular arms pinning her he said, "Son, ram it to her! She'll yell but in a minute or two she'll be screaming for more. One good shove!"
"Okay, Dad," Johnny said, and thrust himself up into the tender flesh of Shirley Blaine's cunt with all his virile young strength.
Shirley screamed as she never had before. Her body was being rent asunder. She felt the boy's rampant cock reaming its way through her most sensitive flesh, sliding up over that of his father, and the two separated only by the tissue-thin membranes of her vaginal and rectal passages. She groaned and nearly fainted in agony as the teenager's heavy balls smacked wetly against the tender lips of her golden fringed pussy.
And then both of them, father and son, were all the way into her body. She trembled like a bowl of gelatin, waiting for what would happen next. How could they do this?
For several minutes there was no movement. Miraculously Shirley felt her pussy expanding, her body adjusting to the dual-impalement, and the pain easing. Johnny's hands came up and began to knead the resilient mounds of her breasts and pinch the already-long nipples to aching hardness, rolling them between his fingers. Shirley sighed and her lips parted moistly. His mouth came down on hers and his sweet young tongue explored, and she sucked on it and her body began to slowly oscillate and she could feel the two rock-hard penises moving in her loins. Now it didn't hurt, and she contrived to slide her legs up to clamp around Johnny's back. She began to fuck both of them, offering her rectum and her pussy in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Fuck me... " the aroused blonde mumbled. "Oh, fuck me nice and slow... " She had never imagined anything could be like this! Having two cocks splitting her most sensitive flesh at once, making her tingle all over. The father-son team was working like a smoothly timed machine. And Shirley Blaine quickly became part of that machine. As Johnny rammed downward into her from above, she arched her limber back and humped up to him, forcing his invading rod of flesh to the very depths of her steaming hot cunt. The same movement pulled her upward from the father's penis, and on the outstroke by Johnny she ground her wide splayed buttocks downward furiously and felt the massive phallus plunge relentlessly up her rectum, rippling her hot, moist flesh before it.
In mounting ecstasy she writhed and undulated, abandoning herself to the carnal needs of her flesh. She lewdly grasped the full mounds of her breasts and squeezed them into strange shapes, her fingers twisting and pulling at the rigid nipples. Groaning with wanton desire, her mouth fell open as her head tossed from side to side and her pale hair cascaded over the muscular chest of the man who was so deliciously fucking her now yearning rectum. She glimpsed herself in the mirror and the sight of what was happening, having two cocks ramming into her eagerly yielding flesh at once while she was bounced like a beach ball, enthralled her. Masochistically she was thrilled and her pleasure heightened at seeing herself so debased, helpless to escape the cruelty of the double impalement. "Oooohhhh... " Shirley gasped, her passion-swollen lips pulled back grotesquely over her teeth, and she began to fuck harder, grinding her body up and then down, clamping young Johnny's heaving body tighter with her long, curvaceous legs while the tender lips of her incredibly filled cunt clasped at his jackhammering penis like a starving mouth. She heard the wet sluicing sounds of the inward and outward strokes, the hard smacking of their cum-laden balls on her defenseless flesh.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... wonderful . r. you're so wonderful!" the insanely aroused blonde divorcee cried out. She pulled Johnny's face down and kissed him feverishly, her tongue sliding like a snake between his lips, and wished she could twist around and do the same to his father while he was sodomizing her, but it was a physical impossibility. Shirley began to incoherently chant and gasp her pleasure as the double-fucking became more and more impassioned, and through her sex-drugged mind passed the thought that she was the winner after all! What Chuck Hawes had planned as punishment had certainly been that at first. God, how it had hurt! But she'd passed over the threshold into a whole new world of carnality where agony became ecstasy, where the penance decreed became pleasure beyond belief! Now aware of the real Shirley Blaine she reveled in her debasement and shamelessly she cried out, "Fuck me! Oooooh, fuck me, both of you! Fuck me all night! Hurt me! Johnny! Squeeze my tits! Hard!"
His big young hands clasped the firmly upthrust globes like the talons of an eagle, and Shirley screeched as the new sensation flooded her body. Every one of her millions of tiny nerve ends flared like pine trees in a forest fire. Faster and faster the two rampant spears of flesh plunged into her vaginal and anal orifices and her loins seemed to explode as the tidal wave of an orgasm more intense than anything she had ever imagined swept through her straining, wildly fucking flesh.
"I'm cccuuummmiinnngggg!" the wildly thrashing blonde screamed, gyrating crazily between them, still helplessly sandwiched. "Eeeeyyyyyaaahhhhhh! " As she screamed out her wanton completion, Myra came in with a gun. It was small, only a 25 Colt automatic pistol but it was deadly. Tight lipped, she was aiming at the head of Chuck Hawes when Shirley Blaine saw her. Her eyes went wide.
"Myra! NO! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE NO!" Shirley screamed. The two males froze grotesquely in midstroke and both father and son stared in disbelief. Myra Adams was a complete stranger to Johnny, but his father recognized her as the lesbian who had made love to Shirley and the woman he had made inquiries about. The tiny pistol frightened the hell out of him. A woman with a gun was more dangerous than an eight year old kid playing with a D-8 bulldozer. And they had no chance. Pinned beneath both Shirley and his son, he couldn't get free to make a jump for her. And Johnny was tightly clamped between Shirley's legs with his cock in her clenching cunt -- and the kid had never come up against anything like this! Jesus!
Everything depended on what Shirley told this crazy broad! He waited tensely for her to speak.
Shirley relaxed over him, and he thought he felt a squeeze from the tight elastic ring of her widely expanded anus silently telling him it would be all right. He fervently hoped so.
"Myra... they were invited. You know all about Johnny. This is his father. I need this!" Nervously she wet her lips. The gun frightened her, too. "Johnny's good for me in one way. And his father, Chuck, is good in another." She managed a warm smile. "Just like you are in still another."
"You can't mean that," the petite dark-haired woman said. Her finger was still on the trigger, her knuckle white with tension. The little gun wavered. "I heard you scream!"
"With pleasure," Shirley said in shameful honesty. And then she issued the lewdest, most wanton sales pitch she had ever made - and the most important. "You seem to have them both pretty well occupied. And you know yew re the one I really want. Men are just for sometimes."
"I wanted to lick you the other day, and you teased me and split," Shirley said lewdly. "You can squeeze in."
Myra Adams could not believe it, but there seemed to be real invitation in the lovely girl's voice. And it was actually terribly exciting to just stare at Shirley deeply impaled on rigid cocks. The father-son team seemed to know how to use them. And it had been a long time since she'd experimented with a man. After some indecision, Myra put the loaded and cocked gun down on a dressing table. Urgently she pulled off her thin sweater and hip-hugging flare slacks. Her thin lacy panties fluttered to the carpeted floor. She felt her cunt lips expanding, filling with the blood of wanton passion. She had never been in a group before. Always secretly, with another woman or sometimes a man. Hell, this could be good therapy! For both herself and Shirley. The petite brunette, small breasts jiggling, moved to the bed.
"Make room for one more, kid," she said, grinning at Johnny. The teenager lifted into an extreme push-up position and Myra Adams crawled over Shirley's head and slowly lowered herself, positioning her throbbing pussy directly over the open mouth of the sandwiched blonde divorcee. She felt Shirley's hands grasping her hips and pulling her down, and then, electrically, the first spearing stab of a soft, wet tongue burrowing into the tingling lips of her pussy! It slithered up and down the tight furrow, seeking, finding her aroused clitoris and then her vaginal passage. Inexperienced, but Shirley was one who would learn fast, and she seemed eager. Sighing, Myra ground her pussy down harder, felt Shirley's warm, moist lips begin to suck the fleshy nether mouth even as her darting tongue plunged and explored. Myra said, "Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Shirley tasted the squirming cunt, tentatively at first and then hungrily. Suddenly she understood why Myra went for women. It was delicious, fragrant, wildly exciting. In the back of her lust-ridden mind the wantonly aroused blonde thought that she should have responded to the thinly veiled advances Myra had made to her since she had become a customer. But then, she wouldn't have known the wild carnal delight she experienced with Johnny and Chuck Hawes. The lessons had been hard, but the reward she was now receiving was great!
Feverishly licking and sucking the succulent pussy that was mashed against her devouring lips, Shirley began to move her body again, urging the deeply penetrating penises to new effort.
Chuck and Johnny, no longer in a state of near-shock at being confronted by an angry lesbian with a gun, responded heartily. Like well greased pistons, their thick cocks rammed and plunged into the deepest recesses of her spasming pussy and tightly clasping anus, their heavy testicles smacking wetly on the wide-stretched spheres of her buttocks and the cruelly distended lips of her juice gushing cunt. Her entire body seemed filled to overflowing and there was the rich sweetness of Myra's vagina to fill her mouth.
Shirley wished she could see herself in the mirror now, being ravished by two men and a woman at once! But the tightness of Myra's alabaster thighs around her face made that impossible. All she could see were the grinding spheres of the brunette's buttocks above her face, and the tight ring of her anus. On impulse Shirley worked a finger into it, to the first knuckle. When she heard Myra cry out, she thrust deeper and began to whirl it around and saw it in and out.
It seemed to go on forever.
Buffeted between father and son, almost smothered by the cunt grinding against her wildly sucking mouth, Shirley Blaine felt the tornado forming, whirling, building its terrible energy deep in her grinding loins. For an instant she pushed Myra's genitals away from her mouth and screamed out, "I'm cumminnggg! Now! Oooohhhhhhh! All together.. all cum together!"
Wildly she fucked as both cocks slammed into her pliant flesh. She feverishly pulled Myra's pussy down to her lips again and drove her tongue deep into the hot, sweet recesses of the petite woman's cuntal passage as her own passionate fluids gushed from her vaginal mouth to soak both Johnny and Chuck. And at the same time she felt their cocks, buried deep inside her quaking body, begin to jerk and pour streams of hot, thick cum into her vitals. She felt the viscous fluid filling both her cunt and rectum and pouring from her until her thighs and wide-stretched ass-cheeks were as deliciously sticky as her face when Myra's aroused body responded to the salacious delving of her snakelike tongue.
Shirley heard them crying out their completion in unison, and she was lewdly excited to realize that she had been the instrument of pleasure for three others all at once! And each of them had amply rewarded her. Oh, how they had! Not just in a physical, sexual sense, but by finally freeing her from her own bonds, making her see herself for what she really was and accept herself eagerly.
Despite their conflicts -- father versus son, lesbian versus both, herself in a cage of their own making -- they had been so good together!
Shirley, as they all finally collapsed in a tangle of bodies, thought it could be vital to all of them to establish some sort of permanent relationship. This was too good to be a one-time thing.
When the panting had subsided, but the room was still rich with the aroma of their wanton sex, they untangled. Shirley had hoarded two six-packs of beer, which they attacked in the small living room with the drapes securely drawn. Shirley carefully formulated a new sales pitch as they sprawled, naked and spent.
"This started out to be a night of hell... and turned into the most wonderful experience I've ever had," she said. "You, Chuck, started out to chastise me, and I deserved it. Johnny and Myra both cared enough about me to try a rescue. But by the time they got here, I didn't want to be rescued. I wanted everything that happened, and hadn't realized it." Shirley brushed her wildly-tousled wheat-blonde hair back with her fingers. "I think each of us found something very valuable in that bedroom. You agree?" They looked from one to another. "I found my son," Chuck said. "Yeah, Dad, and I'm sorry about the pry bar," the boy replied. Myra said, "There was something about us all being together -- vibrations -- that turned me on, too. I dig both men and women. Seeing Shirl get fucked out of her mind made me want some of the same."
"You mean you want to get fucked, Myra?" Chuck said with a lewd grin, peeling the fleshy foreskin of his penis back, baring the swelling reddish-purple head.
"You couldn't," she teased. "Not so soon."
He proved her wrong by pulling her down on the floor and spreading her legs and thrusting the massive rod of male flesh hard up into her cunt.
"Aaaauuuggghhhhh!" the pixyish dark-haired woman cried out as her legs flailed wildly and then clamped tight around the back of the big man. She humped furiously to meet every driving stroke and cried out in pleasure.
On the sofa, Shirley Blaine and Johnny stared, entranced by the sudden, violent fucking. Johnny muttered, "She sure does go both ways!"
"I just found out I do, too," Shirley whispered, and her hand went to his loins to caress his hardening young penis. She bent over him and her long blonde hair spread over his thighs as she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck.
There was no sleep for any of them that hot night. When father and son were temporarily exhausted, Shirley and Myra made slow, teasing love to each other, licking and kissing and sucking in the sweet juices. Any inhibitions which might have existed vanished with the ticking of an old banjo clock Shirley had brought from back east. Finally, their carnal appetites satiated, the two women made a breakfast of ham and eggs and hashed potatoes and everyone ate ravenously.
"I've been thinking about what you said, Shirl, about how this is really a good thing we turned up," Chuck said after his third cup of coffee. "Got an idea. Mrs. Madden wants to quit and be with her daughter because of the new kid. So I got to find somebody to run the house. I'll finish up the current job in another month and have more time at home and I don't want to break in a new housekeeper. I want someone who loves Johnny. And maybe me, too. Not some starch-ass old biddy. Suppose you could handle it... handle both of us?"
"Sure," the lovely divorcee responded. "But there are two roadblocks. I have a good job and I like it. And after what we've all had, I won't cut Myra out. No way."
"I thought about that, too, and it's no problem. I know your work schedule. You can make Johnny's breakfast as easy as making your own -- just fix about five times as much. You're home in early afternoon and can fix lunch. That's a hell of a big and empty house I built. Myra does telephone polls and it's no strain to put in another line so she can keep working, too, if she wants to. I won't be home every night, but three or four a week. We can get it all together. How does it sound?"
Myra, Johnny and Shirley looked at each other silently. Each finally nodded acceptance.
"We should seal the bargain," Shirley said with an impish grin. "Myra, it'll only take us a minute to put fresh sheets on the bed."
