In this complex, urban society, pressures and success-orientation tend to psychologically oppress or otherwise alter the behavior of young people. Life styles of the youth are so drastically transformed that many find only alienation or a pejorative drift away from the mainstream of American life.
Sudden confrontation with what appears to be an awesome reality manifests itself in various ways. Too often the search for meaning On the part of these adventurers ends in bitter tragedy. Even the happy endings, along with the tragic cases, involve a need to release and express pent-up emotions that had been simmering for years. This book amply illustrates, in novel form, one manifestation of this emotion-expression in contemporary society.
The history of psychoanalytic thought is testimony to the validity of the sexual deviations as inner total turmoil in this context, expressed herein. For example, Janice's misgivings about her early life are probably stereotypical. But the sexual declarations she makes as responses are obviously extraordinary.
Other characters depict other modes of extreme sexual behavior, but the basic psycho-social sources are identical. In each case, the principals abandon their past restrictions and transcend their superegos to the point of resorting to extreme sexual acts in order to relate to life within a loose environment.
It should be mentioned that current research seems to indicate a happy future for many of these sexual aberrants. These fortunate young rebels are able to find others in similar states of mental disarray and, with their economic means secure, establish insular communities apart from the conformist outer world.
What is a barometer of where most of these young people are headed? No one really knows. Suffice it to say that their completion of maturation is uncertain, at best.
Here at the mental health clinic we are constantly dealing with problems not unlike those portrayed in this book. And we spend long hours stressing the necessity of some outlet to totally and freely express oneself.
-Marvin B. Weintraub, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE
For the first time in years Janice Carwell was anticipating the realization of her lifelong dream: total freedom to express herself. In her 24 years, she had known every material advantage a girl could ask for. But the strictly puritanical and rigid morals of the Midwest, private girls' schools, and a stuffy Eastern college, stifled Janice.
She waited on the train platform in Milton, Rhode Island for Mr. Sheldon, the real estate agent who was to show her the 24-acre estate she hoped to buy. Her father, an eminently successful investment banker, had agreed to finance the purchase. As a gentle breeze toyed with the hem of her mini-dress and ruffled her well-coiffed brunette hair, Janice contemplated the features of the palatial estate mentioned in the advertisement in "Gracious Living" magazine: heated pool, tennis courts, and a luxurious fourteen-room Tudor mansion.
"Miss Carwell, I presume?" came a man's voice from behind. Somewhat startled, Janice whirled and found herself facing a tall well-proportioned Adonis. He wore a double-breasted blazer and snug pants that emphasized his athletic build. Janice, mentally feasting on the sexuality of this magnificent creature, guessed his age to be around 32.
Finally managing to regain her composure, Janice said, "Why, yes. And you must be Mr. Sheldon."
"Indeed I am, Miss Carwell. Shall we go? And, by the way, please call me Mike," he coolly replied.
During the short drive to the estate in Mike's Maserati, the couple became better acquainted.
Mike spoke enthusiastically of the privacy and isolation of the estate, telling Janice (he was now calling her by her first name) it would be ideal for an artist's colony. Janice already had this in mind, but her paramount thoughts were of the freedom to indulge in the great varieties of sexual acts that she'd desired for so long.
When they reached the estate, Mike first took Janice on a tour of the grounds. He showed her the well-manicured lawns, the stable, the tennis courts, and, finally, the Olympic-sized swimming pool. It was 275 yards from the main house and the surrounding shrubbery protected the pool area from view.
As Janice and Mike stood on the tiled patio at the edge of the pool, she said, "Wow! It sure does look inviting. I could use a dip right now."
"Why don't we?" said Mike. "There's nothing stopping us." Janice's eyes lit up when confronted with the idea. She had always enjoyed nude swimming and, what's more, she knew she couldn't resist this perfect opportunity to see, touch, kiss, suck, and fuck Mike's beautiful body. Even now, as they talked, she could see his prick getting hard and pressing outward against his slacks.
Janice began to undress. Mike unzipped her yellow mini-dress for her, the removal of which revealed a half-slip and filmy white bra enclosing large firm tits. She slid the slip down over her shapely, well-tanned legs. Her white panties were as thin as her bra, and Mike could see a dense growth of brown pubic hair through the material.
Already going out of his skull with desire for Janice's beautiful body, Mike threw his clothes off in what appeared to be one swift motion. His huge prick was hard as a rock by now.
Janice, he noticed, had removed her bra and panties. She stood with her back to him facing the pool with her toes curled over the edge. Janice then bent over, keeping her knees straight, to sample the water in her hands. As she was commenting on the beauty and the freshness of the water, Mike's eyes were locked on the firm, round ass cheeks staring him in the face. Janice was bent over so far that Mike could even see her neat little asshole, an island in a sea of brown hair.
Mike was so horny that he thought the wind might make him come right then and there, without even touching her. But Janice, still bent over, was presenting a target Mike knew he couldn't resist.
Unbeknownst to Janice, Mike, with his ten-inch hard-on leading the way, was approaching her from behind. When the smooth head of his prick was only a few inches away from Janice's asshole, Mike rammed his cock at the tight asshole and yelled "Contact!" As he did so, his balls, which had been swinging gently as he walked, also swung forward caressing Janice's uppermost inner thighs. The impact of Mike's thrust at Janice sent the two hungry young lovers flying into the green, cool water.
In mid-air Mike reached around Janice under her arms and cupped her tits. Janice's reaction was a mild shriek that indicated that she considered the surprise extremely pleasant.
Underwater, Janice automatically turned around to face Mike, this man who, though she barely knew him, had made her cunt so hot with desire that she was sure the water temperature in the pool had increased ten degrees in the last ten seconds.
Mike wrapped his sirloin arms around Janice, pulled her close, and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues shot out to meet each other and become passionately intertwined. Janie's red nipples became firm and hard as they pressed against Mike's hairy chest. At the same time, his prick was exploring and toying with the lips of her hot, throbbing cunt.
As Mike bent to kiss her tits, it became obvious that the water depth would halt his advances. So he picked Janice up and carried her to the shallow end of the pool and sat her down on the edge of the pool. Standing in the prick-deep water himself and facing the nude young heiress, Mike began to feverishly plant kisses and suck-kisses on Janice's tits, sending her into immediate ecstasy.
With his right hand, he began to play around with the lips of Janice's hairy pussy. When Mike descended further to tongue out her navel, it became clear to Janice what Mike's destination was. She started to whisper, "Oh, yes, please, darling! Please, do it, do it!" As Mike was kissing his way through her dark forest of pubic hair, he continued to finger her wet cunt.
He passed over her mound and got down on her, lapping out her wet and tangy cunt with his vigorous tongue.
Janice was overcome by electrical shock waves that Mike's cunt-kissing, sucking, and tongue-fucking sent through her. She leaned back on her hands so as to sock her pulsating pussy further into Mike's face. As she did so, he penetrated her more than she thought possible, almost licking her navel from the inside. Janice was jumping around so much in her pleasure that only Mike's strong arms wrapped around her smooth thighs kept her from flying back into the pool.
She was gasping, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard, wonderful tongue! Yes! Oh, God, I'm gonna come! I'm coming! Ohhhhh!" She had the greatest climax of her life, an indescribable height of pleasure that sent streams of white come juice pouring down over Mike's wet face. He kept tonguing, chewing on, and sucking Janice's delicious hairy pussy as she came, only stopping when her vibrating hips settled and she lay there, contented, with her eyes closed.
But Mike was far from through. He lifted his muscular, hairy body out of the pool and rolled Janice, who still had rivers of cunt juice flowing down the inside of her beautiful naked thighs, over onto a nearby lounging mattress.
With his huge fuck stick still hard and hot, Mike spread Janice's legs and mounted her splendid nude body. His prick slid into her smoother than he expected it would. Janice responded to his first penetrating thrust into the deepest reaches of her cunt; she raised her knees upward; the two naked and perfect young bodies meshed together; each of them literally threw their pelvises right at the other's organs.
Mike's huge wet shaft of pleasure was sliding in and out of Janice's spread, hairy pussy faster and faster. Her long painted fingernails dug into his upper back, and then slowly found their way down his strong back. Her hands, almost automatically, reached his firm ass cheeks and parted them, as the pair continued to experience increasing pleasure from what they both knew was a super-fuck.
As their bodies still thrashed about wildly, Janice's fingers found their way down Mike's cheeks to his asshole. She began to fondle it and, after the muscles had loosened a bit, she slipped her middle finger deep into Mike's hairy asshole, sending even greater rushes of excitement through his body.
Mike's prick flying in and out of Janice's wet, hot cunt and Janice's rapid fingering of his asshole began to operate in unison, sending the naked lovers into another world.
Their bodies ground together until Mike and Janice came together, she for the second time. He dumped a huge load of thick, white cream deep into her thrashing cunt. His face still moist from eating Janice's juicy cunt, Mike relaxed and withdrew after spilling wave after throbbing wave of come into Janice's beautiful, young pussy.
Then she finished Mike off the way a good girl should: as he lay there exhausted on his back, Janice leaned over him and flicked out her tongue to lick the remaining oil off the round head of his big cock.
"Mmmm! Tastes mighty good," she proclaimed, and then said to Mike, while gently massaging his balls, "At the risk of sounding crass, I must say that was more than fantastic. We should get together often." Mike heartily agreed.
Of course, by this time Janice knew damn well that she was going to have to buy the estate and live in Milton, even though she still hadn't seen the inside of the house. But that hardly mattered to her.
Janice and Mike got up and walked to the small aluminum pool house to towel themselves off and get dressed. As she walked, the swing of the bare cheeks on Janice's firm, round ass started to hypnotize Mike to the point that he got fucking hard all over again.
After they entered the pool house, Janice turned around and noticed Mike's majestic prick in all its rock-hard and perpendicular splendor. She smiled warmly and said, "Now, dear, I can't leave that great cock alone, can I?"
She casually dropped to her knees, gripped the mammoth organ with her hand and began kissing it around the smooth, warm tip. Her kisses got more passionate and she sucked the knob of Mike's long, thick, and straight prick, before proceeding to lick the entire length of the tender, sensitive underside of his organ.
Then she slowly consumed the entire length of his wonderful prick and sucked on it, back and forth, back and forth. All the while, Janice toyed with Mike's balls, encouraging the twin come factories to do their thing.
Janice's beautiful sucking was driving Mike out of his mind. This was the greatest blow job he'd ever had, he knew that! With his hands he firmly cupped and pressed the back of Janice's head as she wildly sucked away on his cock. The pleasure was so great that every muscle in Mike's legs was locked tight and he knew he was building to a climax that would send the kneeling Janice rocking backward at least a yard.
He finally came in her mouth and she still madly sucked away as Mike spilled his thick, milky come into her throat. After he'd dumped what seemed like a pint of come into Janice's throat, she relaxed a bit and happily swallowed his offering. Janice then dutifully licked his entire prick and balls dry, eagerly digesting all the remaining fluid.
Before they dressed, Mike, in appreciation of Janice's highly-polished sexual skills and out of love for her, planted a long passionate kiss on her hairy and still wet cunt.
After the two lovers had reluctantly dressed, they began to walk back toward the main house. Mike mentioned something that the "Gracious Living" advertisement hadn't included: the estate also came with a ground keeper and a social secretary, to assist the owner in operating the spacious and palatial piece of property.
"I'm quite sure you'll be able to work well with Tony and Sharon. They're very competent and devoted servants. Don't be upset in the least if they seem eccentric to you at first; you'll all get along well, I can guarantee that. In fact, I can introduce you to them now, because I phoned this morning and told them I'd be showing the place to a prospective buyer. Okay?"
"Sure, if you say so," replied Janice.
As they entered the foyer of the stately Tudor house, Sharon and Tony were there to greet them. As the introductions were made, Janice was glad Mike had forewarned her about the eccentricities of the household staff.
Sharon was a tall, slim striking blonde, whose straight golden locks cascaded almost down to her waist. She was barefoot, but wore shiny, black leather bellbottoms that were pulled tightly over her flat stomach and snuggly clung to her crotch. Sharon's white blouse was transparent with only two flap pockets concealing her tits. But Janice was able to peek from the side and see that Sharon's tits, though small, were beautifully shaped little melons with very hard nipples.
Tony, the ground keeper and handyman, was also rather impressive. He was about 6'3" and weighed at least 240-Janice correctly guessed that he was a weight-lifter and health food addict. He wore boots, faded dungarees, and a dungaree jacket.
Wow!, thought Janice, first Mike Sheldon, and now these two! It seemed too good to be true.
Janice got out her checkbook and gave Mike a down payment.
CHAPTER TWO
Needless to say, within 72 hours Janice had signed all the required papers and documents. The estate was hers! Wow! No matter how dignified she tried to play it, she got a really hot box just thinking all the things she wanted to do in her secluded retreat from the dull, straight world.
After she moved in, Janice decided to pay Tony a visit. He lived on her property but away from the main house in a small living area over the three-car garage. She climbed the back stairs and knocked on the door. Nothing. Janice knocked harder. She hoped Tony was there, because she'd dressed specially for this visit: A bright, pastel-colored sun shift, cut well above her knees, and sandals was all she wore-no bikini panties or bra.
After a few tense moments of waiting, Tony opened the flimsy door and beckoned Janice to enter.
Mike had told Janice about Tony the previous day. The ground keeper, although huge and muscular, olive-skinned and covered with black hair, was actually quite gentle. Tony talked little and had a very low IQ; but (and Mike stressed this several times) Tony was reliable and would be absolutely obedient to the owner of the estate, without exception.
The room was covered with bar-bells, weights, and all kinds of gym and body-building equipment. Shelves were lined with bizarre health foods from all over the world.
Tony, noticing Janice's scrutiny of the area, said, "I've just finished my daily workout. Now I'm gonna have my nourishin' lunch." Janice could see that Tony was unusually nervous, probably because this was the first time they'd been alone together.
Janice decided it was necessary to find some way of breaking the ice. While gazing at Tony's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and pyramid-shaped crotch, a light bulb flashed on in her horny little head. She knew just what to do.
She reached up and grabbed a jar of wheat germ off a shelf. While unscrewing the top of the jar, she laughingly threw herself back on a couch, spread her legs as they pointed at the ceiling, and began to liberally sprinkle wheat germ all over her naked, hairy cunt!
As she did so, she looked up at the flabbergasted Tony and said, "Why, of course, I wouldn't want to interrupt your lunch. So start eating!" While Tony approached her slowly, Janice decided to make his meal a little more nourishing.
With her left hand she pulled open the thick lips of her hot red pussy so it was very open and very deep. It was just about the biggest and wettest, cunt Tony had ever seen. He felt like sticking his whole head in her!
But before that, Janice, now with her right hand, started to massage her juicy cunt. She worked the wheat germ around and around, the circular motions of her fingers sending the particles deeper into her beautiful pussy. This finger action produced loud, wet, slurping sounds that made her cunt look even more delicious. Her shift by now was pulled up around her neck, exposing her proud tits which were whiter (along with her box region) than the rest of her body from the skimpy bikini she wore up to a few days ago.
Tony kissed her firm, crimson nipples for awhile and then licked her around the forearms and into her armpits. He then started to work his way downward along her silky smooth skin towards that juicy, throbbing, wheat-germ filled, pussy. His huge, heavy forearms wrapped firmly around Janice's slim waist, almost devouring her in the process.
Janice, from the first moment she'd laid her eyes on Tony's Mr. Universe body, wanted a chance to play around with his prick (which she knew just had to be enormous!). But before she could get his fly open, this grizzly bear of a man had his face buried between her spread legs.
Tony feverishly kissed away at the tender skin on the inside of Janice's thighs, not more than an inch away from her waiting cunt. As he switched from side to side, Tony passed slowly over Janice's luscious cunt and as he did so he delicately let his wet tongue drift over and graze her clitoris.
This drove Janice right up the wall. The pace of her breathing had quickened even more. When he finally dropped his mouth and tongue right onto her sweet cuntlips, Janice's whole body straightened and then launched into convulsions of pleasure. Tony sucked on her whole, hairy cunt and drove his entire vibrating, energetic tongue up her sex canal. Shivers of delight roared all through Janice's nearly-nude frame.
"Does your lunch taste good, Tony? Does it? I bet it does!," Janice managed to utter as the waves of tongue-love swept up from her wet cunt through her entire perfect shape.
Tony paused for a second to pull a few of Janice's slimy pubic hairs out of his mouth. With her sweet-smelling and tasty cunt juice all over his face, Tony briefly looked up at Janice and nodded agreement to her. He then resumed sucking and licking away at Janice's pussy-she speeded up his return to cuntsville by grabbing the back of his thick, greasy black hair and shoved his face back into her tasty, aromatic pussy.
Tony's rigid tongue, sliding in and out of the slippery vaginal walls, was lifting Janice into new heights of joy. Her head was thrown backward, her back arched so high that her bare ass was hardly touching the couch.
Whispering and gasping, Janice finally came.
Her fiery, white cunt lava spilled out through her soaking pubic hair into Tony's mouth. He kept lapping away, swallowing as much of the salty love-juice as he could. When the last drop had been drunk, Janice released her leg-lock around Tony's head.
Even though he was her obedient servant, she still wanted to satisfy him and reward him for his superb love-making.
"Tony, dear, get your clothes off. You've done so well. The least I can do is suck you off. You're a perfect lover. I love you!" said Janice, and she meant every word of it. Tony had sent her higher on the escalator of euphoria than any other man (and she'd had many). Never before had she been closer to complete, total, gratification. She began getting horny all over again just contemplating the fact that this torrid love maker would be on call for her from now on-24 hours a day, seven days a week. Wow!
Tony stripped off his soiled work clothes. As Janice had expected, his cock was nothing short of colossal. His thighs looked like they'd been poured from concrete. Janice, now completely naked and somewhat weary from her most recent love bout, gestured Tony to lie down on his back on a gymnastic mat on the floor. She then threw herself down at his groin.
She kissed his balls, gently massaged his ball-bag, and took his hefty balls into her mouth and swirled them around inside her wet, sensuous mouth and tenderly Frenched them.
As she sucked his balls, Janice began to slowly jerk off his big joystick. It was so fat that she could barely get her fist around it. This delightful difficulty indicated to Janice that this wasn't going to be any ordinary blow job!
Janice lowered the black hairy balls out of her mouth and grabbed Tony's prick at the base with her left hand, and the head with her right hand and began planting fervent kisses up and down the entire length of his great cock. She noticed that his cock was so big that her two hands were almost an inch apart on the extremities of his muscular organ! The licking and kissing journeys up and down the smooth, bony length of his prick took surprisingly long.
Finally, with Tony writhing in pleasure underneath her, Janice started to slip the huge head of his prick into her wet, hungry mouth. To suck him, Janice got to her knees, leaning on her elbows with her lovely buttocks sticking into the air. She managed to get his entire prick into her mouth, but doing so meant that the tip would hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless, she continued sucking away and running her tongue along the entire length of his huge cock. She was lighting fires in his loins, building him to a sexual pitch.
Janice turned around for a few seconds when she heard a noise behind her. It was Sharon. She must have been standing there for a few minutes because she already had her blouse off and was displaying her beautiful little tits with the hard, crimson nipples. Some of her long blonde hair was swept down the front of her slender golden torso. The black leather bell-bottom pants were so tight that they looked like they were shiny black paint that had been sprayed on her willowy legs. Although Janice enjoyed drinking in the loveliness of Sharon, she knew she had to return to sucking off Tony.
So while Janice kneeled there with Tony's big cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Sharon unzipped her black pants, slipped them down over her round ass, and stepped out of them. Removal of her sexy, black panties exposed a rich tuft of dense, golden pubic hair. She was as true a blonde as there had ever been. The golden bristle of cunt hair glistened in the light as Sharon stood there completely nude.
Sharon walked slowly over to the kneeling Janice who was feverishly blowing Tony, Sharon kneeled beside Janice to cup her dangling tits, gently caressing the hard nipples. Janice of course knew what was happening but she wasn't about to complain. She'd had a latent desire to make love to girls her own age and be loved by them in return, but she'd never had the opportunity in her tightly-structured past experiences.
Sharon was now stroking Janice's shapely thighs as she kissed her tits. Sharon's hands felt their way down to the small of Janice's back and over the cheeks of her ass into her asshole and pussy, which was again becoming moist. She then got down on her back, and, using Janice's hips as handles, she slid herself under and through the legs of the kneeling, cocksucking Janice. Janice lowered herself down so that she was actually sitting on Sharon's face. Sharon's tongue was darting into the pink, wet cunt lips of Janice, whose tight little asshole was also being fingered by Sharon.
So there was a lot of sex juice flowing, bodies undulating, and heavy breathing in that dingy little garage-apartment. Janice was sucking wildly on Tony's huge prick. Sharon was rapidly fingering Janice's shit-hole and lapping her deep, hairy, juicy cunt.
Tony came first. Surging, ecstatic release rocketed through his entire body as he shot jet after jet of steamy, white come into Janice's waiting mouth. She gulped down every bit of cream that Tony shot her way. It tasted so delicious that she kept sucking away, getting all she could. The sperm flooding into her mouth made her even homier, to the point that she, too, achieved a climax, this one dumping oozing cunt juice downward along Sharon's long hard-working tongue and into her gorgeous mouth.
Janice's box was so thickly matted with brown hair that a lot of her come, instead of flowing directly into Sharon's anxious mouth, got filtered through her pubies and ran onto Sharon's chin, cheeks, and even into her baby-blue right eye. Tony, seeing an opportunity, crawled over and began to lap the excess love-juice from Janice's hot pussy off the smooth face of Sharon.
So all three nude young lovers had been satisfied except for blonde Sharon, who exhausted from sucking Janice's pussy, lay there with her long, beautifully-shaped legs spread wide exposing her firm, pink cunt lips which were surrounded by a triangular forest of wiry, blonde cunt hair. It became obvious to Janice that Sharon was still horny. Besides, the buxom brunette had never before made love to a woman, although she masturbated to fantasies of lesbianism many times. Here was an ideal opportunity to consummate this boiling desire that had teased her libido for so long. What's more, she was incredibly attracted to tall and shapely Sharon.
Even in these circumstances of utter sexual freedom, Janice remained a bit apprehensive about making love to Sharon. Was there a protocol or procedure that was part of the fore-play?
So Janice turned to Sharon and tenderly asked, "Sharon, dear, you're so lovely; may I love you? I want so much to give you pleasure, please, won't you give yourself to me?"
Sharon, who always appeared coy and feline, gave merely a hint of a smile and said, "Ever since I first saw you I've wanted you to. I want you to feel my tits, suck my tits, lick my cunt, suck my asshole, eat me totally! Devour me with your love! Kiss me everywhere, suck my cunt dry!" The words, the straight-forward and crude language was getting Sharon even more excited. Janice wasn't disgusted by these kinds of words, but they didn't get her excited as they did Sharon. But it was the naked, cat-like form of Sharon's body that was getting Janice pretty damn aroused.
She turned to Sharon, and kissed her hard on the mouth. As the two young girls' tongues explored inside each others mouths, Janice's mild inhibitions about making love to another woman slipped away. She wrapped her arms around Sharon and held her close. Janice got more and more consumed by Sharon's beauty: she kissed her on the neck, she nibbled at her earlobes, she blew into her ears.
Sharon was thoroughly enjoying this love-making, partly because Janice was a "virgin" in this type of love-making, at least.
The rich, horny, young heiress was now kissing, licking, and sucking away on Sharon's round tits. Then Janice began the critical descent downward, kissing her way along the pure, white expanse of Sharon's stomach. Then she reached the blonde pubic area, every hair of which got its own passionate kiss from Janice. Janice then knelt up a bit so as to get a better angle from which to drive her tongue into Sharon's incredibly wet pussy.
Janice had long wondered what other girls cunts tasted like. She knew what her own tasted like, because she had for many years enjoyed slowly sucking on her fingers, one by one, after masturbating. This was a little ritual she had always derived great pleasure from.
But would she need a strong mouthwash after licking away at Sharon's golden pussy? Absolutely not! Janice soon found that the musty odor and succulent taste of Sharon's hot cunt delighted her to no end. Maybe she'd never brush her teeth again, she thought as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into Sharon's spread, hairy twat. As she did so, Sharon's entire midsection began to pulsate, her cunt's inner reaches producing more and more tangy lubrication.
While this act of love was taking place, Tony was sitting on the couch with his dark eyes feasting on the two girls making love on the floor in front of him. Their gyrations were making his prick get stiff all over again, despite the fact that he dumped a big load of come into Janice's hungry mouth not more than ten minutes before. After a while he could stand being just an observer no longer. Still nude, his erect penis jutting out like a javelin, he assumed a kneeling position just behind Janice, who was bent over Sharon's cunt and sucking away like a madwoman.
Before getting his prick into Janice's tight, cute little asshole, Tony knew from experience he'd have to loosen up those asshole muscles first. He did this with gentle, circular motions of his tongue, greasing away at her tasty little upper-class shithole. Then, with the front of his thighs meshing against the backs of Janice's, Tony managed to shove his long, hard stick right up Janice's asshole.
At first this unnatural penetration shocked and hurt Janice, but after only a few long ass-fucking strokes she began to enjoy herself.
Sharon, who'd had a head-start on Tony, came first. She shot slimy spurts of come into Janice's hungry, waiting mouth. Janice continued lapping away until she'd spooned out every last drop of Sharon's tasty, rich love-come and swallowed it, savoring every bit of it.
Shortly thereafter, Tony, who had been driving his prick so deeply into Janice's asshole that he feared he might split her right open, achieved his climax. His thick sperm sprayed powerfully deep into Janice's anal cavity, giving her an unusual shiver of delight unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Tony withdrew and dismounted and as he did so he just happened to notice a few remaining specks of his wheat germ suspended by sex fluids in her thick, brown pubic bush. This amused him, but he hadn't the energy to finish "lunch" completely after such a workout.
The three satisfied lovers lay exhausted on the mat. Shiny, wet smears of come reflected from their faces and groins in the light. Janice and Sharon, still nude, sat and smoked cigarettes, while Tony was in the bathroom drawing a bubble bath for the trio.
Janice, although weary, still felt a wonderful flush of well-being that was different from anything she'd experienced in her earlier years of conventional sex. Perhaps, she thought to herself, this diversity in sexual behavior was what I've always needed to feel totally liberated.
"God, that was fantastic," Janice said to Sharon. "Finding this place was just what I've always needed. To think that I could have gone through more frustrating years in sexual bondage sends chills through me. I really feel free, for the first time! Sharon, my dear, you've been so wonderful ... I, I love you so much ... if there's anything I can ever do for you, please just...."
Sharon, like Tony, was the very quiet type who let her actions do the talking for her. But now she replied, "Forget it. If we're all cool, there's nothing stopping us from going on like this for as long as we want to." She was the ultimate pragmatist. But her loving was as hot as her speech was cold; Janice wanted to remember this, to comfort her.
Janice's emotions were rallied from the slight valley Sharon's tough and callous attitude had pushed her toward when she got in the warm, sudsy, over-sized bathtub with Sharon and Tony. She now felt relaxed and quite contented.
The three vigorously scrubbed each others come-stained bodies. Janice and Sharon scoured each other's cunts with generous handfuls of suds while Tony sponged off their backs. Then the two douched out each others assholes before turning to cleansing Tony's gargantuan cock, heavy balls, and muscular, hairy ass cheeks. After emerging from this deliriously-enjoyable bathing experience, Janice insisted on toweling off Sharon and Tony all by herself.
During the next few days as life on the estate settled into a veritable sexual smorgasbord, Janice could notice a considerable difference in herself. It was sort of difficult to pinpoint-it was the way she felt, her mental and intellectual approach to life, in short, everything that combined to constitute the very essence of her being.
CHAPTER THREE
Life at the estate was never boring. Due to Janice's unique financial means for a person so young, she found herself constantly besieged by committees and institutions seeking large sums of money for charitable causes.
One day Sharon gave Janice the message that a Dr. Walter Franklin, a professor of philosophy at a nearby college, was representing the Society for the Preservation of Antelopes and would like to meet with Janice. This meant that he wanted to solicit funds for his organization.
Janice enjoyed meeting new people, so she returned the call to Dr. Franklin and invited him to drop by with his wife the following evening. Janice was certainly not devoted to preserving antelopes; in fact, she hadn't realized that they were in danger of becoming extinct, but she thought it admirable that this man had committed himself to a cause he thought worthy and she thought he deserved to be heard at least.
Dr. Franklin was a stuffy man who Janice thought looked like a typical college professor, as if he'd been sent over from central casting. He was a rather thin man of about fifty, balding, and replete with wire-rimmed spectacles and an ordinary, loose-fitting, three-piece brown suit. A gold Phi Beta Kappa key was linked to a pocket watch by a gold chain.
His wife, Ruth, was something else. She was at least fifteen years his junior, a tall curvaceous redhead. She wore a conservative suit, the skirt was yanked down frequently so as to expose as little of her knees as possible.
They spoke about the antelopes in the library of the mansion. Janice was bored to death. Ruth Franklin said little. Sharon, in her hostess outfit, served brandy and offered Dr. Franklin a pre-Castro Havana from the humidor. Tony was outside in the driveway, under orders from Janice, botching up the wiring in the distributor cap of the Franklin sedan.
After they talked for about an hour and a half in the library, the Franklins got up to leave. Janice had assured them that she'd give serious consideration to the cause of preserving antelopes. The Franklins departed, and soon, having been unable to start the car, returned to the house.
"There seems to be some trouble with the automobile," said the professor. "I can't understand it. This has been such a reliable old bomb. Had it for years. It's almost like a member of the family. Well, I guess I'd better call for a tow truck."
"Oh, I hardly think that would be possible," Janice quickly interjected. "You see, this is a rather isolated area. We're 17 miles from the nearest town and I'm afraid road service at this time of night would be impossible." She started getting horny just thinking of the bizarre games Tony, Sharon, and Janice had been plotting for this unsuspecting straight couple.
"But don't worry," she added, "we can put you up for the night without any inconvenience. In fact, we're pleased and honored to have you as our guests. Then we can see about getting the car fixed tomorrow."
The Franklins thanked them. Sharon showed the guest bedroom on the third floor, got them linen, and the Franklins then announced their early retirement after thanking Janice profusely for her hospitality.
As the professor and his young wife were undressing for bed, Janice and her two accomplices tiptoed up the stairs to the third floor and entered the room adjacent to the guest bedroom. What the Franklins naturally assumed was a large wall mirror was actually a huge piece of one-way glass. Janice, Sharon, and Tony had a clear and unobstructed view of their unsuspecting guests. They eagerly watched them get ready for bed.
As Janice had guessed, Ruth Franklin was really built. It took her a while to remove her too-numerous undergarments: full slip, thick-strapped bra, girdle, stockings. But the professor's wife was a real piece of ass. Her tits hung downward like torpedoes, at least 38-inchers, but the pink nipples were heavy and firm and pointed proudly upward. Her waist was slim and her ass was big and stuck out an extra foot it seemed like, but without being at all flabby. Her stomach was smooth and flat and a full bush of red pubic hair was icing on the cake as far as the three voyeurs were concerned.
Sharon casually reached her hand over to Tony. His eyes were transfixed on the naked body of Ruth Franklin and his prick was getting stiff, confirming Sharon's suspicion that this chick would turn him on.
Meanwhile, Walter Franklin was getting undressed. He wasn't too muscular and showed signs of middle-age, but Janice was pleasantly surprised to see that his cock was unusually large and his balls were nicely hung and swung triumphantly as he walked.
Before making their grand entrance, Janice decided that she, Sharon and Tony should strip completely nude and then burst in on the middle-aged professor and his beautiful young wife. This would increase the shock value when they burst in, and would lessen the chances of their "victims" escaping, in case they tried to make a run for it. Of course, the plotters were sure that the Franklins wouldn't want to leave once they all had gotten down to business.
So, still watching their nude guests getting ready to retire, Janice began to undress and Sharon and Tony followed her lead. They didn't take long because they wore as few undergarments as possible; in fact, they enjoyed walking around the house and grounds naked-it gave them a great feeling of freedom and a sense of a return to nature.
They also got each other ready for the Franklins' imminent surprise: Sharon lowered herself to her knees and faced Janice who was also nude by now, and watching Tony expose his well-built, muscular frame. Sharon gently parted Janice's shapely legs by pushing outward with the palms of her hands on the inside of Janice's lovely tanned thighs. Janice was still standing watching Tony as Sharon nestled her face in Janice's rich, dense mat of brown pubic hair and began tonguing away at her cunt lips. Almost instantaneously Janice started to produce sweet sex fluids which Sharon lapped away at.
With Sharon's stiff pointed tongue sending pangs of pleasure through her entire body, Janice stopped her because she didn't want to come now, and the way the blonde Sharon was getting her tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, she thought she was about to. She judiciously summoned her last ounce of will power and reluctantly got Sharon to cease her wonderful love-making. Janice wanted to save all her sexual drive to use on her scholarly house guest and his delicious wife.
When Tony had doffed his faded dungarees (he wore no underwear either) and was standing nude, Janice saw that he only had a semi-hard-on. That would never do! She approached her obedient handyman and dropped to her knees, as Sharon had knelt before her seconds earlier. After briefly pausing to marvel at the sheer size of his organ, Janice licked the smooth head of his prick; then her wet and sensuous lips encircled it. She bathed the knob of his prick with sucking delight and then consumed the rest of it.
She, too, stopped before he came, for the same reason that she had stopped Sharon's eating of her own pussy. They were all horny and ready to play their game. Janice addressed her sex troops, "OK, gang? Let's go show our guests a thing or two; they've been needing to have some enterprising folks clue them in to what they've been missing all these years. I bet they fuck like they were ashamed of themselves! They need some tutoring."
"Ready, willing, and able, ma'am," replied Sharon, playfully and mockingly saluting Janice, her firm, proud little tits jiggling as she brought her hand to her forehead. Tony nodded an affirmative reply.
Stark naked and bubbling with anticipation, Janice, Sharon, and Tony tiptoed down the hall until they stood outside the Franklins' bedroom. Janice knew the room had no lock on the door.
Janice led the nude parade into the room, saying, "Good evening! We were in the area so we thought we'd drop in for a nightcap," Janice facetiously announced to the stunned pair.
Ruth Franklin, with a look of utter amazement consuming her face, cried out, "Oh my God!" She reached for an article of clothing in a feeble and desperate attempt to cover her nude body. As her bad luck would have it, she had grabbed her girdle which turned out to be too small to cover both her 38-inch breasts and her red-haired pubic region. She jumped about in her embarrassment, unable to decide which of the two sexually strategic areas to conceal, and, in the process, succeeding to conceal neither her big, beautiful tits nor her hairy cunt.
While all of this shock and amazement was nearly paralyzing his panicked wife, Walter Franklin was reacting in a similar manner. But his reaction was more of outrage than fear and, despite being in such an unusual situation that it never even entered his fantasies, he acted rather pompous. Perhaps controlled anxiety best described his outward appearance as he put his open hands over his sparse pubic hair and low-hanging cock and balls; but inside he felt just as scared shitless as his wife acted.
Maybe his intellectual approach to life explained his saying, "And just what happens to be the meaning of this? Miss Carwell, I demand that you cease this intrusion. Who do you think you are? Just what is the meaning of this?"
"Please relax, professor. We're not here to harm you-in fact, you'll be happy to know that we're here to bring you tidings of immense joy and fulfillment," Janice casually said to Walter Franklin and his wife. It was the pre-planned strategy of the nude trio to act as calm and lackadaisical as was possible. Janice was convinced that by doing so, it would induce the Franklins to join them at a relaxed level rather than having Sharon, Tony, and herself raised to the Franklins' level of panic and fear, which would only compound the confusion of this naked confrontation.
So, while Janice, Sharon, and Tony stood there confidently displaying their luscious nudity, Professor Franklin became even more adamant. "Miss Carwell, I can see absolutely nothing that justifies this criminal intervention. Leave at once! This is unwarranted and totally unethical! I demand that you and your servants leave at once! Get out! Get out!" Walter shouted at Janice, his voice getting high-pitched and raspy.
"Please, please, Dr. Franklin, just relax," Janice replied with her persistent coolness. "We join you and your wife with love as our sole motivation. Now, look," she firmly said to the stunned doctor of philosophy, "I went to college too, and I have it within my capabilities to enter into a long, boring academic dialogue with you about the moral and ethical implications about what Sharon, Tony, and I are doing. But, frankly, it would be a waste of time for everyone. We have much more rewarding and satisfying things to do," she concluded, smiling. While this exchange was taking place, Sharon was pleased to notice out of the corner of her eye that Ruth Franklin, more calm now, had her eyes transfixed on Tony's majestic hairy flagpole.
Professor Walter Franklin wasn't willing to submit to Janice and her co-conspirators quite yet. He turned his back on Janice displaying a hairy ass and proceeded to make a superficial search of the room, saying, "Where's a telephone? (There, of course, wasn't one in the room) I'll get the police over here and have you three sex-crazed neurotics thrown behind bars for 99 years! It's people like you that are a dreadful menace to society!"
Then managing to quiet himself a bit, he turned around again to confront Janice, still standing there tranquilly exhibiting her fine, round tits, slim waist, and furry twat with pride. Janice could hardly keep from bursting out laughing right in his face as the nude professor looked her squarely in the eye and queried, "And exactly what is it you have in your diseased mind, anyway, Miss Carwell? I hope you know the penalty for rape in Rhode Island. It's mighty severe. Now, please let us leave unharmed," he pleaded, realizing he wasn't convincing Janice, who now began to grin warmly at Walter Franklin. His wife, Ruth, had by now given up trying to cover herself and had, surprisingly, become quite composed, in drastic contrast to her earlier reaction.
In what was obviously a last-ditch attempt to win a reprieve for he and his wife from whatever Janice had on her mind, the professor exhorted her, "I beg of you, Miss Carwell. Just let us go free now and I assure you we'll never say a word of this to anyone. Please, I beg of you! You mustn't do this!"
Before Janice had a chance to deny Walter Franklin's latest plea, Ruth Franklin spoke for the first time since she had been overcome by the surprise of the entry into their bedroom by the three nude missionaries of love. "Walter, dear," she said softly, "Maybe we should give Miss Carwell a chance to tell us what she wants of us. After all, she still hasn't even hinted as to why she's doing all this." By now, Walter and Ruth Franklin had overcome the initial embarrassment of their nudity and were thirstily drinking in the beauty of the bodies of their trio of unannounced visitors.
Ruth's approach surprised her husband, but he said he was willing to listen. Besides, he knew he had no choice.
Janice was encouraged by this sudden display of interest by big-assed Ruth. She replied, "I can only describe our intentions in vague terms. I think in this case actions will speak louder than words. We don't intend to harm you; I guarantee you'll benefit from our therapy." Even this sketchy preface to Janice's intentions brought renewed apprehension to the professor and his wife.
Janice decided that she'd had more than enough of this bullshit. This polite verbal duelling could go on to dawn.
She looked at Tony and nodded. Still hard as concrete from watching the display of unadorned tits, cunts, and pricks, and buttocks, Tony sauntered over to the professor. His 240 pounds of rippling muscles housed under olive skin and black body hair presented quite a contrast to the somewhat scrawny body of the professor. He flexed his huge right bicep in front of Walter Franklin, as if to say, "Don't bother trying anything." The professor appeared to get the message.
With this taken care of, Janice and Sharon went over to Ruth Franklin, seized her, and dragged her over to the double bed. She futilely resisted as they held her down on her back, but Sharon and Janice controlled her easily. As Janice draped her body across Ruth's shoulders pinning her to the bed and Sharon lay across her large, freckled thighs, Ruth squealed, "What are you doing? Please don't hurt me! Please don't!"
After a few seconds, it became clear that the girls weren't planning to hurt her. Janice began raining kisses on Ruth's face, neck, arms, and shoulders. Sharon did the same to her thighs, legs, and flat, white stomach.
As Sharon forced Ruth's legs apart and lazily stroked her thick, red-haired cunt, she continued to writhe underneath the two naked girls in protest. But it was no use.
Walter was staring incredulously from across the room as this was taking place. At one point, he started to lunge at the bed to save his wife from this double-dyke rape, but Tony stopped him by merely raising one muscular arm as a stop-sign. This did the trick: Walter knew there was nothing he could do to stop Janice and Sharon from making his lovely wife.
Ruth's resistance had by now subsided almost completely. Sharon was kissing and licking her in her wiry, thick red pubic hair just above her slit, and on the tender skin that lined the top of her inner thighs. Even this close, Sharon smelled Ruth's innocent pussy smell; it was a fragrance that tempted her probing tongue and drew it in closer.
Seconds later, Sharon reached into Ruth's hairy treasure and gingerly parted her moist cunt lips. She then hungrily threw her face right at the enticing pink cunt, licking at the vaginal walls and penetrating up as far as she could with her vibrating tongue. Voluntarily, Ruth spread her legs even further apart, allowing Sharon to eat even more of her splendid, wet, throbbing cunt.
Meanwhile, Janice was massaging Ruth's enormous tits in the palms of her hands. She kissed every square inch of these marvelous tits which were the biggest she'd ever, ever seen, Ruth's nipples were kissed, tongued, and sucked by Janice-and sucking them was no mean feat: the big, brownish-pink nipples were very large and very, very hard. By now, even the thought of resisting these two wonderful lovers had vanished from Ruth's mind. Her legs were laid as far open as she could spread them; unconsciously, she had raised her knees to give Sharon better access to her deep, fiery cunt; her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy; her bony fingers were imbedded in her own scalp, tugging at her long, reddish locks in her mighty flights of sexual pleasure.
Janice continued upward with her kisses from the hard nipples and swaying breasts, which she continued to feel with tender hand caresses. Janice kissed Ruth at the nape of her smooth neck, seemingly kissing each one of the thousands of freckles and then kissed and licked tall, willowy Ruth under the arms, running her lips and tongue very slowly along the short, crisp bristles of red armpit hair.
Walter still stood with Tony, watching spellbound at what Janice and Sharon were doing with his wife. He was no longer angry, but fascinated and enthralled at what his professorial eyes were telling him; And by now his prick, like Tony's, was stiff as a curtain rod from both the disappearance of his previous fear and from staring at the naked bodies, especially the gyrating, curvature of Sharon's slender, white ass-the blonde-haired ass of the blonde-haired girl who was eating his wife's wide cunt.
Janice now was kissing Ruth softly on her lips, cautiously exploring her mouth. Suddenly Ruth abandoned her passivity, and, with an explosive outburst of hot, sexual energy, clenched her arms around Janice and passionately returned her kiss. Janice and Ruth's mouths were glued together, their tongues caressing each other's and stabbing into each other's mouth.
Walter stood hypnotized, watching; he remained speechless. His hard-on was even bigger and ached with desire. He fingered his drooping, twin globes as he made no secret of his tremendous excitement.
He watched Ruth's back increase its arch; the feverish thrashing of her thighs became more intense. She was kissing Janice longer and harder as Sharon's cunnilingual lapping of her deep, steamy pussy sent her into unbelievable states of delight.
Finally, Ruth stood it as long as she could and then enjoyed a climax that almost knocked her out. She gushed tidal waves of slimy come outward from her heaving cunt into Sharon's anxiously waiting mouth. Her fluid was as greasy and white as any Sharon had ever tasted. The fishy aroma of her hairy, pink pussy, adorned with all that thick, red hair, made Sharon suck all the harder!
After discharging all her come juice into hungry Sharon, Ruth lay on the bed in Janice's arms. A feeling of contentment and glowing warmth permeated her body and mind, which were one.
But Janice, Sharon, and Tony were far from through their method of taking the naive Franklins on this tour of a "new world."
Sharon got up, wiping Ruth's cunt juice from around her mouth as she did so. She walked over across the room and switched places with Tony. Walter didn't ask any questions: they'd reached a point where the college teacher was eager and willing to learn!
Tony, horny beyond belief from watching the three enticing women make love, brought Ruth back to life by lightly fiddling with her wet, outer cunt and licking her excess come entangled in that beautiful thick bush of red cunt hair.
Ruth responded as if an alarm clock had gone off inside her head. She eagerly wrapped her arms around Tony's close body, lifted her knees, and spread her waiting legs. Her rapid breathing froze for a second as the head of Tony's fat, meaty prick slowly slid past her parted, pink cunt lips.
With each piston-like thrust into Ruth's cunt, Tony drove deeper and deeper into her. The two bodies ground together in unison and fury, as if they'd been made for each other. Ruth was experiencing heights of ecstasy she'd never known even existed.
On the other side of the room, Walter watched longingly as Tony did his stud duty on his wife. His apprehension wasn't a problem any longer; in fact, he watched the interlocking bodies in awe and admiration.
He, too, would also come before long. Sharon quietly beckoned him to sit down in a chair so she could blow him while he watched his wife getting fucked by Tony. Janice, who had resumed kissing Ruth, paused in disapproval of the initiative Sharon had taken. The plan had called for leaving the professor alone until after Tony had given Walter the biggest surprise of the night. But Janice realized that Walter, with that massive prick and balls on such a weak body, badly needed to be relieved, so she didn't intervene.
Sharon stroked Walter's hard prick as she licked his balls. She put his hairy globes into her mouth and gently swirled them around. As Walter was wondering how much more of this tantalizing he could stand, Sharon finally took his hot, stiff prick and, inch by inch, took it in her succulent mouth, delicately running her tongue up and down the entire length of Walter's fuck-stick as she did so. Walter's hands automatically placed his hands on the back of the head of this young, blonde temptress who was giving him such a terrific sucking. For some reason he couldn't explain, watching Tony mightily fuck his wife like a pile-driver gave Walter even more pleasure.
Walter thrust his pelvis high into Sharon's face, wildly sending his prick even further into Sharon's mouth, so far that his cock was hitting the back of her throat. Walter lost all his inhibitions by now, mumbling to no one in particular, "Yes! Do it! Suck-Suck-Suck!
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck! I love it, I love it! More! ... More!! Ahhhhh!!" Some talk for such a stuffy and scholarly college professor of philosophy! An hour ago a four-letter word probably would have offended him to no end.
The transition in Ruth and Walter Franklin pleased Janice immensely. Of course, she'd expected this to happen.
Walter came after only a few minutes, sending thick, creaming jet streams of come spurting into Sharon's mouth. She swallowed Walter's tasty load, which was one of the largest anyone had ever dumped into her throat. After Walter had ejaculated most of his hot come, Sharon grabbed his cock and stroked it to milk every last drop of come out of his balls. This done, she licked off the remaining bits of fluid from the tender tip of his prick, working the tip of her long, pink tongue .inside the prick tube as she did so.
At about 2 A.M., Janice, Sharon, and Tony sorted out the bundle of clothing in the next room and said goodnight to their guests. The Franklins sincerely thanked Janice for the fun and indoctrination she'd arranged for them. Originally, Janice had planned to stop by the one-way mirror for a look to see what effect the new sexual horizons had on the Franklins. But she didn't bother to look-not because she was too tired, but because she knew the answer without resorting to use of the voyeuristic device. That's how obvious the Franklins' change in attitude had been!
Sharon and Tony, still nude with their clothing carried under their arms, went off to their separate servants' quarters. Janice retired to her master bedroom on the second floor.
As she basked in a relaxing hot bath, Janice thought of many things. With the passage of time, she was becoming more and more convinced that the life-style of her estate was the closest thing to a utopia that could be attained in this modern, highly-developed society. She realized that it was impossible to completely avoid the repressive nature of contemporary Western civilization; but she was sure that this life was the best approach available within the circumstances.
Janice was proud that life at her place, under her personal guidance and leadership, was far from degenerate. She knew that the mostly narrow-minded outer world would violently disapprove of what was going on-they would never give themselves a chance to understand. Thinking about the way "straight society" would react if they only knew the truth made her cringe.
With the warm water massaging her weary body, Janice knew any form of authority would only focus on the sexual practices and consider them dirty and immoral. In truth, the sexual freedom represented only one aspect of an alternative life-style that embodied freedom in every aspect of human conduct-not just the sexual.
What was equally important to Janice was the growing number of artists who flocked to small, obscure Milton, Rhode Island, to paint, play musical instruments, write poetry, and indulge in expressing themselves creatively and freely. It was truly becoming a sort of artists' colony, just as Janice had envisioned. There was even an underground film-maker in attendance one weekend.
The vibrations were very good for Janice, the staff, and her ubiquitous guests-they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to do it. The seclusion of the estate afforded an opportunity to practice nudism, which almost everyone took advantage of. Occasionally, girls would wear the bottom part of a bikini out of bashfulness, but they usually joined the others in a return to the natural state of total undress.
Janice made sure that her guests would fit into the free environment and wouldn't cause trouble for anyone else. For example, if one couple wanted to screw underwater in the pool, she wanted to make sure that the others sunning or painting by the edge of the pool wouldn't do anything to bother them or detract from their pleasure in any way.
Only one unfortunate incident had taken place during Janice's few weeks' occupancy. And it turned out not to be as serious as Janice thought it was at the time of the accident. What happened was that a nymphomaniac friend of Sharon damaged her uterus by shoving a croquet mallet up her cunt. Janice was mystified by the fact that she used such a crude device when there were so many well-hung, horny young men available.
Incidentally, Janice named the estate "Hardwood." This was a particularly appropriate name because of all the tall, straight trees in the forest surrounding the acreage. But it had a second meaning, also, that amused Janice-it also was a reference to the condition of the pricks on the guys who visited the palatial country residence.
Through recounting past pleasures, Janice got out of the bath and toweled herself dry. Nude, she flopped into bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the morning, Janice wearily staggered downstairs to eat breakfast. She had little time to eat because she had overslept and then taken too much time putting on her makeup. Besides, she hardly cared about getting something to eat; she was much more interested in getting away from home and her nagging parents.
When Janice arrived in the little pantry, between the kitchen and dining room, she was disgusted that her father had his head buried in the financial pages of the morning newspaper, and he muttered a solemn "good morning" to Janice without even looking up at her. This was typical of the way the Carwell family (not including Janice) would go through the motions of being a closely-knit and loving family, without having the emotional commitment to back it up.
But, surprisingly enough, Janice got along with her father better than with her mother. It wasn't that her father was so kind and understanding, but because she and her mother were positively unable to communicate. They were always feuding.
Janice was convinced that her mother was suffering from a serious emotional problem. She complained that her clock-radio was staring at her when she got up in the morning. She took vast quantities of diet pills to get herself going during the day; then she needed barbiturates to get to sleep at night.
In between these self-administered drugging, she'd drink all day long. She constantly was suffering from mysterious diseases that her doctors were unable to diagnose. Mrs. Carwell also displayed frequent outbursts of temper, which followed her accusations that Janice and her older brother and younger sister were plotting against her. Of course, these "plots" bore no relation to reality-they were only the delusions and fantasies of a very disturbed mind.
So life at home for Janice was far from conducive to peace and harmony during adolescence. It was not an environment in which youthful Janice could handle the problems of maturation without difficulties. Most of these pressures were caused by the lack of guidance at home; her parents were simply incapable of helping Janice meet and cope with the difficulties of growing up.
Even though her house was not a home, Janice did well in school. Her marks were good because she was very intelligent and could excel even without studying as much as her less-bright classmates had to. And she was popular-very popular, especially with the boys, every one of which was dying to get in her pants.
Up to her junior year, Janice's sexual experiences had been quite typical for her age. hand-holding, necking, kissing and petting. Like others her age, she had wondered about the mysteries of sex, but had no real first-hand knowledge of it.
But in her junior year, Janice became a cheerleader, got to know more of her fellow students, and began to socialize more. The cheerleaders and the football team often traveled together and got to know each other quite well.
Now, all the high school studs were after tasty, shapely Janice. She found herself spending much of her time resisting their advances. But there was one guy Janice was curiously attracted to: Steve Johnson, the quiet, reserved Negro star halfback on the football team. He was one of only a few Negroes in the high school. He seemed to be a Negro who "knew his place" even though he was well liked, even to the point of being on the student council; but Janice had seldom spoken with him, except to exchange mere pleasantries. The more she watched him, the more she wanted to get to know him.
One winter evening, Janice's high school held their annual sports' award banquet to celebrate the recent successful football season that Fall. The cheerleaders attended and Steve received the team's Most-Valuable-Player Award.
After the speeches and presentations marked the end of the ceremonies, Janice, alone, got into her Mustang fastback to drive home. As she slowly pulled out of the parking lot, she noticed Steve walking home. He too was alone.
For some reason, Janice's impulses told her to offer the star halfback a ride. She drove over to the curb, rolled down the window, and said to Steve, "Want a ride? It's awfully cold to be walking home."
Steve, slightly surprised by the offer, said, "Oh, that's okay. I don't have far to go, anyway. But thanks, Janice," he quietly replied.
"Don't be silly," countered Janice. "I assure you, it's no trouble at all. Now get in!" she added, while reaching over to open the door on the passenger's side.
Steve, seeing how insistent Janice was, got in the car. Janice suggested they go for a drive. She explained that this was the only way they could get to know each other on a really personal level; if they were seen together anywhere, the gossip about the racial and sexual implications would be unbearable. Besides, Janice's parents would have a fit if they found out she was seeing a Negro. They were typical upper-class Midwestern snobs, with strong old-fashioned racial prejudices.
Steve was very apprehensive about being with Janice. A Negro in a predominantly white high school in a conservative community could never allow himself to forget the potential problems that the innocence of a relationship with a white girl (especially Janice!) could produce. There was little overt racial tension, but he knew it wouldn't take much to touch off an explosive major scandal. Janice sensed this nervousness in Steve and tried to calm him.
"Don't worry, Steve. We won't be seen. I know where we can go," she assured him and headed the Mustang out toward an isolated dirt road. On the drive to their outpost, Janice and Steve talked about life, their respective problems, and got along very well.
At their destination, Janice parked the car in among some thick, dense, trees overhang and doused the lights. They were finally completely alone. Janice left the radio on, but switched from a loud Rock station to some soft "mood" music.
They talked for a few more minutes. Janice was being overcome by an urge to touch and love this boy who had fascinated her for so long. She leaned over to him and put her head on his broad, muscular chest.
Steve flinched a bit and said, "Now, wait a minute. I ... I don't know if this is such a good idea. This could bring a lot of trouble for both of us."
"I think people should be allowed to express their honest feelings for each other. Don't you?" Steve nodded. "And that ought to include us, right?" Steve nodded again and then circled his arms around Janice.
She looked up into his hazel eyes; their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. Steve tightened his embrace. Passion began to flow between both of them-society's strict limitations were melting away and were soon forgotten, as Steve's tongue penetrated through Janice's open lips. Their mouths became one fiery, twisting pit of darting tongues and caressing lips.
Their clinch became even tighter and their bodies became plastered against one another. Janice felt rushes of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known as Steve began to feverishly explore her virgin body.
The well-built young Negro put his strong hand inside her blouse, and then slipped inside her bra, cupping her round, young breasts. Janice, becoming carried away with her strong, silent partner, pushed him away for an instant, so she could unhook her bra.
She returned quickly to Steve's even more passionate rubbing of her tits. Her nipples hardened as he bent to plaster kisses feverishly on her tits, lifting them with both hands, and marvelling at their grace and beauty.
Janice, now lying atop Steve's sprawled, athletic body, could feel the hardness of his prick pushing against her cunt. Steve continued massaging Janice's tits as she struggled to position herself upon him so that the long, hungry prick could push in at her hot, young pussy. Her skirt became pushed up to her waist, baring her smooth thighs; Janice began to slowly slide her prone body along Steve's powerful and hard black fuck-muscle. Doing this made her cunt area start to throb, gyrate and ache for his touch. Raptures of delight unknown to Janice were shooting through her horny body, making her want Steve to take her.
Breathing grew heavy as the lovers panted their heated affection for each other. Janice whispered warm tonguing professions of her love into Steve's ear.
His hands left her tits and slid down the length of her virgin body and grasped Janice's ass cheeks under her filmy, white panties. With this, she could no longer stand to have his trousers intervening between his prick and her throbbing cunt. She slipped a hand under her body and unzipped him. Out popped a huge, black hard-on-she wondered how a prick so huge could ever fit inside her!
She tightly gripped his bony, stiff cock in her dainty white fist and stroked it, up and down, up and down. Feelings of sheer joy swept through Steve; he slid off her panties and stuck his hand into her brown growth of pubic hair.
His probing finger found her wet clitoris; the touch made Janice spread her thighs to give him more room; Steve eagerly slipped his finger up Janice's warm pussy, driving her wild with delight.
Then that one magic moment in life had arrived! With his strong arms, Steve lifted Janice upwards so that her spread legs were straddling his black prick and balls in the cramped front seat of the car. He guided the round head of his great, hard fuck-stick so that it nestled against her tight, pink cunt-lips.
Janice quivered about wildly with pleasure, unable to keep her leaping and throbbing body still. Steve's great strength settled her, his hands firmly held her round buttocks still so he could aim his prick up her young, white, hot pussy.
Janice felt pain as the marvelous black prick began to slide up her wet vagina-her breathing halted and she cried out with pain and pleasure as his cock worked into her, inch by inch. Then, with one tremendous masculine thrust, Steve penetrated her completely, erasing her tender cherry that lay in his path.
After a few strokes, the pain subsided. Janice fell into rhythm with Steve, their bodies flying at one another in sexual frenzy.
Janice, loving this more than she had dreamed she ever could, murmured, "Ohhh! Yes! Yes! Give it to me, hard! Hard! Oh! ... I love it!!"
The thrashing young bodies drove to a rapid climax. Steve, his huge prick making piston-like powerful thrusts into her young, soft body, could contain himself no longer. He unleashed his flood of Negro come into her deep heaving cunt. Their bodies slowed as her cunt lips drained every last hot drop of cream from his black rod.
Afterward, Janice lay there half unconscious, overcome by the ecstasy of her first fuck. Later they took considerable time cleaning up the come, blood, and cunt juice from the seat of the car.
Driving home, Janice realized she'd found something that could make all the trivia and hypocrisy of her adolescence worthwhile. Sex could compensate for all the bad things in life. It involved a release of passionate feelings and tense frustrations that would, in the years to follow, give her reason to go on living.
Luckily, Janice didn't get pregnant from that first fuck with Steve. But she began taking pills, wisely avoiding the horror of an unwanted pregnancy. She continued these secret rendezvous with Steve, even though she was getting laid with a variety of partners. Steve, after all, had been the first and his black prick did things to her that no one else's could. They were careful when seeing each other, and the public was none the wiser.
Janice was getting a lot of different cocks inside her, but she wasn't a promiscuous girl. It was just that she enjoyed several lovers instead of only one; she was sure that her girlfriends only screwed one guy at a time only because that was all their consciences and guilt feelings could stand. But Janice was the only one she knew who was truly free. The repressive nature of society wasn't going to limit her fun!
She got increasingly proficient at the art of sex as her experience grew with the passage of time. She was introduced to the glories of oral sex in her senior year.
It happened at first when she was parking on a warm September evening with Doug, who was three years older than she and attended the state university. They were making out on a blanket spread on the ground near the parked car. Doug had almost all of Janice's clothes off-all except her panties-and he was completely nude.
In the dim moonlight, Janice was admiring his big, hard prick and well-hung balls. She ran her fingers through his wiry, dark pubic hair, stroked his mighty hard-on, and delicately let his balls slide and float through the palms of her hands. She loved to play with balls!
She had Doug turned on to the point where, after he had pulled off her panties, he began kissing her on her upper thighs and in the pubic hair engulfing her anxious, wet pussy.
Janice was confused, as she absorbed the delight of his tonguing, licking and kissing her way down there. She'd just expected him to stick that nice eight-inch cock up her cunt and ball away. "What the...? Dear, I'm ... What are you doing down there?" she asked him.
Doug decided that actions spoke louder than words, especially when it came to eating Janice's tasty-smelling young cunt. As he licked her pink cunt lips and lapped at her clitoris, Janice could only throw her head back in utter ecstasy. This was incredible! He worked his tongue right up into her twat and rapidly licked away.
After a few wild minutes, this was all she could stand. She came with a furious stream of cloudy cunt juice pouring thickly out of her into Doug's waiting mouth. Janice felt so satisfied, she thought it was like falling through space toward a dizzying foam landing.
After he was through licking her box dry, Janice gathered herself a little and thanked him with words. He told her that there was a way she could thank him and love him with her mouth, like he had done so wonderfully to her. She gave him a quizzical look. "Take me in your mouth, and suck on me, long and hard. French me, Janice," he replied. He put the instructions in few words since he wanted her to blow him so badly. Janice was willing!
Doug was flat on his back with a mammoth hard-on projecting skyward and begging for attention.
Janice went down to him. She fingered through his nuts and his hair. She slowly started to kiss the smooth, round knob on the tip of his beautiful prick, while still exploring with her free hand-she brushed across the opening of his hairy asshole.
Her love for his prick with her mouth got more intense. She dragged her long, wet tongue up and down the entire length of his prick. Doug was getting turned on to one end, and this pleased Janice immensely and gave her the impetus to suck him off and take his huge dong all the way into her mouth.
She gingerly grasped the head of his prick in her hands and let her mouth fall on it, enclosing her lips all the way around it. She began sucking it slowly, taking more and more of his rock-hard manhood into her mouth. As she did so, Janice expertly tongued his prick and sucked it at the same time.
Doug was encouraging her. Through clenched teeth, he said, "Ah, yes! That's it ... Wow! You're doing fine! Keep it up!"
She was now sucking wildly away on his prick and she was enjoying it! Her sucking got more and more furious and Doug knew he was going to shoot in her mouth before long.
When he did, the entry of the spurts of hot, gooey come in her mouth took Janice by surprise. If she'd had time to think about it, she probably would have elected not to have him come in her mouth-but this was best, because his sperm tasted amazingly good to Janice! She liked to keep sucking away as he dumped his creamy load into her mouth.
Doug looked with admiration as Janice swallowed every bit of his come, concentrating to make sure she got every last drop. This girl has an amazing talent to satisfy, thought Doug to himself.
So, in one evening, Janice had been introduced to even more sexual pleasures. She knew from then on that having her cunt eaten and sucking cock like that were definitely going to have to be a permanent part of her repertoire.
In this way, Janice's experience in the fine art of sex continued to broaden. She was very cautious and used good judgment in her sexual relations during these high school years. By carefully arranging the circumstances of her lustful acts, Janice never got the reputation of a "whore" and no one suspected that she was practicing adult love at her young age. In fact, Janice was remarkably mature about sex for a girl her age. She was aware of the crises and heartaches that could develop; so she managed to avoid them.
In later years, Janice was able to look back on her high school sexual activities and realize their great value. If it hadn't been for sex, she knew she might have dropped out of school, committed suicide, or suffered a nervous breakdown, considering how troubled her home life was.
After she graduated from high school and entered college, Janice also "graduated" to even more advanced and unusual sexual activities.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although the college she attended was basically staid and stuffy, there were more student who shared Janice's free approach to sex than there were at high school. In the first part of her freshman year, while other girls were homesick, Janice felt just the opposite-she delighted in being away from her troubled home and up-tight parents.
Her first contact with bizarre sexual practices came through an upper classman she had been dating at a nearby men's college. Ralph was also the president of a fraternity and he asked Janice and some other girls to take part in one aspect of a fraternity initiation.
The college men to be initiated were freshmen, some of whose sexual experience was very limited. Unknown to them, entry to the fraternity of their choice would involve practicing group sex!
Janice and the other girls, Martha and Gail, arrived at the appointed time and place: 2 A.M. at a motel. Ralph greeted them and showed them into the room where the dozen or so candidates for fraternity admission sat blind-folded. All they wore were jock straps. They, of course, had no idea what little fun and games Ralph and the pledge masters had cooked up for them.
Ralph whispered the instructions to the girls. Janice, Martha, and Gail nodded their understanding of the scheme to Ralph.
As soon as the bewildered pledges had their blindfolds taken off, the girls undressed right before their disbelieving eyes. The young men gaped at the girls and sprung hard-ons in no time.
Like Janice, Martha and Gail had fantastic bodies. Martha had long, black straight hair and fine, hard-nippled tits. But her one distinguishing characteristic was a growth of black pubic hair that seemed to be twice as thick and twice as expansive as the normal woman's.
Gail was a short girl with a frail, but shapely petite body. But her tits were incredibly large and stuck right out with hardly any droop at all. The way those knockers projected outward seemed to be in defiance of the law of gravity!
When they'd gotten undressed, the girls lay down on the big double bed, side by side on their backs. Almost like well-trained dancers, they spread their legs and hiked up their knees in unison. The pledges were given permission to remove their jock straps so their hard-ons wouldn't be restricted by the elastic material. They were horny, all right, but they were also very skeptical and nervous about what was going to happen next.
Ralph barked orders at them: "Okay, men, line up in height formation and prepare to chow down!" They did as they were told. Some felt very self-conscious and scared, Janice noted with some amusement. They tried to keep from staring at the three juicy cunts spread before them, but the looks out of the comer of their eyes weren't fooling anyone.
At Ralph's signal, a procession of cunt lappers started a march that took them, one after the other, crawling across the bed and then to the end of the line. Of course, they had to kiss the three cunts as they passed. Each pledge did this and then on the second pass they had to suck each of the three cunts, and tongue them out and bury their faces in there on the third pass. Ralph was making sure that there was no cheating by the hesitant ones.
A few of the pledges dove into the twats with considerable eagerness. But most showed that the pungent odor and sharp taste of cunt was alien to them. Some showed brief signs of nausea and others regarded this as a very ominous and demanding request just to get into a fraternity. But by the third pass, all had made the adjustment and were enjoying these lovely, wet pussies.
In fact, by the third pass, there was even 65 some shoving and pushing to fight to get ahead of one another in the waiting line. A few of the pledges had to be told to get their tongue out of the buffet of cunts because they were taking too long!
The girls, by this time, were reacting with increasing passion. Never before had they undergone the unique pleasure of having so many different styles of oral love deluged between their spread legs. When Ralph saw that the girls were starting to pulsate and really go wild, he announced that the pledge who made one of the three girls come, got to fuck that one! Each pledge was allowed to gnaw on each cunt for 30 seconds before he moved on in line and let the man behind him try his tongue.
The girls came in due time (Janice was first) and rewarded the three men who sent them to their climaxes. After these three pledges were satisfied and had shot their loads of come into Janice, Martha, and Gail, they were eliminated from the competition.
After they retired to the sidelines, the oral assaults on the three cunts continued without them. The game went on like this until every young pledge had screwed one of the girls-and to earn the right to stick his hot prick into one of the luscious, hairy twats, one had to make a girl come in his mouth. So, except for the first three successful cunnilinguists, a pledge had to lick deep into a cunt that was wet with not only natural cunt juice but also the sperm of one or more of his buddies!
After the ritual had ended with one poor freshman left alone to eat the three pussies for 30 seconds each before finally making Martha come (and then screwing her), all the participants lay exhausted. The air in the cramped single room was so thick with the aroma of wet cunts that Janice thought she could cut it with a knife. It was a heavily-perfumed atmosphere so concentrated that several of the weary pledges appeared to actually be intoxicated with it!
This orgy led to many others in the months and years following. Janice became accustomed to blowing one man and getting eaten at the same time, or sitting on a guy's face while another girl rode his prick. Or sitting on the prick or sucking it while another girl draped her pussy on the guy's face.
Besides group sex, Janice and her college friends got screwed in every conceivable position; they even were taught the sophisticated sexual use of that other God-given human orifice-the asshole. This opened up another entire Pandora's Box of sexual variation.
Sex was not the only aspect of Janice's relations with the opposite sex during these college years. She was also able to establish lasting and meaningful relationships that focused on intellectual areas of endeavor.
The high point of Janice's college career came during a very special party her senior year. It was to take place in a secret room adjacent to the furnace area in the basement of a fraternity house. Only the members of the fraternity knew about the secret room, which was hidden by a camouflaged sliding panel-and these members were of course sworn to secrecy. So the secret underground room provided an area of complete privacy, in the midst of a crowded academic community. By her senior year, Janice had joined an informal group of men and women who shared the same sexual desires.
The word-of-mouth invitation specified that the party-goers were to arrive in old clothes, because the party would be a rather messy affair. It was entitled "The Ice Cream Celebration." Only a few of the party's planners knew what that meant, but the rest had a pretty good idea.
After all the guests had made their surreptitious entry and the secret room had been sealed off from the outer world, Rock music began to blare and revolving multi-colored lights bathed the room in a fantastic rainbow-like splendor. Everyone began dancing, some in couples and others linking arms in groups.
The intensity of the music, motion, and lights cast a hypnotic yet frenzied pall throughout the room. The college men and women were being transformed into a modem tribe-one of the early forms of the hippie communes.
As the pace increased, people began to throw off articles of clothing whenever the urge possessed them. Before long, several naked bodies emerged among the dancing throngs. Tits bounced around furiously as they flopped with the beat of the music and were no longer restricted by bras.
After a half hour of wild dancing, everyone was completely nude. The students had thrown off their clothes without interrupting the furious dancing-pants, blouses, underwear, bras, and sweaters were littered about the room. The perpetual flailing about of arms and legs in performance of the campus tribal rite produced a sweaty film on the thrashing naked bodies that glowed eerily, depending on what color fight was hitting it.
Finally the band stopped playing (the musicians were naked too!) and the tired dancers settled to the floor to relax and enjoy whatever was programmed to happen next.
A roll of the drums signalled the introduction of the party's object of worship. Incredibly enough, two men were rolling in a huge mountain of ice cream that was perched on a platform with wheels. The ice cream was piled at least four feet high and was a yard or so in diameter.
The stunned group began to applaud and cheer as soon as the Everest of ice cream was unveiled. Screams of surprise and approval emanated from the case of nude men and women.
Immediately plastic spoons were passed around to everyone. They surrounded the ice cream and crowded together as they dipped their spoons into the refreshingly frigid and delicious mound. People were reaching around each others bodies in order to taste all the different flavors mixed into the massive display of cool, tasty pleasure.
Within a few minutes, the college kids were abandoning their spoons and using their hands to grab the ice cream. Inevitably, some were smearing the cool ice cream on their naked, sweaty bodies-the feeling was sensational! The practice spread to the point where every person there was smearing and spreading ice cream all over himself and on every body within reach.
The lights continued throughout, but now the music, which had stopped for the introduction of the ice cream, started up again. It accompanied a swirling pile of lying, kneeling, crawling and groping ice cream-covered, naked bodies.
Janice was in the thick of it all. She felt someone reach over and deposit a hefty fistful of ice cream smack into her crotch. The chilly feeling against her sensitive cunt lips, asshole, and tender thighs sent wild shivers streaking through her body.
The head of the ice cream donor followed the ice cream and the man's lips and tongue began devouring the ice cream from her cunt. His tongue licked the delicious stuff from between Janice's pink, moist cunt lips. The sensations of both the ice cream and the massaging tongue were almost too much for her-she thought she'd explode with glee!
At the same time, Janice grabbed a handful of strawberry ice cream and plopped it on someone else's hard prick. She then proceeded to suck the ice cream right off the prick; to do this, of course, she had to take the entire length of the stiff, bony rod into her mouth.
Everyone else was engaging in similar practices. One of the most popular practices, it turned out, was an ice cream fuck-after insertion of ice cream up a cunt, a hard cock followed to produce the most fantastic hot-and-cold feeling lubricating the sliding and plunging of prick into pussy.
Amid the piercing music and colored flashing lights, people were coming left and right. The sour taste of creamy sperm and vaginal excretions mixed with the sweet ice cream flavors in people's mouths. In the dim light, the interlocking pile of naked, ice-cream coated bodies was a sight to behold!
Finally, the fucking, sucking, tonguing, and just plain thrashing about in the cold, creamy refreshment drew to a close. Besides being sexually satisfied many times over, people began to get themselves together because the ice cream, at room temperature for over two hours, had almost melted.
The ice cream that wasn't licked away was washed away in a large makeshift tub of water. From there, the exhausted Ice Cream Celebrants dried off, dressed, and wandered off in couples or small bands to spend the rest of the night at student apartments or motel rooms.
This extremely unusual type of entertainment was the best time Janice had in her college years. But it was only one of the countless sexual activities that enriched that period of her life. Bizarre practices, although never quite identical in form, were rather routine for Janice's group.
For these students, unusual sexual practices were illustrative of the maturity and emotional freedom for self-passion that marked Janice's closely-knit, compatible group.
CHAPTER SIX
One day Janice notified Sharon that she'd hired a local boy to clean the Hardwood stable in the afternoons. His name was Bobby and he went to school in Milton.
On the afternoon of the following day, Sharon wandered out by the stable to see if the new worker was there. She approached from behind the stable, hoping to get a good look at him without being seen herself. And sure enough, there he was!
Sharon peered at him from behind a tree not far from the hay pile next to the old, rickety stable. Bobby was preparing hay for the ponies, pitching it over his shoulder. He appeared to be about 14 years old, and in his baggy overalls and white T-shirt he looked like a typical Iowa farm boy, even though this was rural Rhode Island.
Sneaking closer to get a better look at Bobby, Sharon marveled at the rippling muscles on his hard-working body. Though he was tall and slender, the way he tossed the huge pitchfork loads over his shoulder indicating to spying Sharon that he was very strong.
She devised an odd but effective way of getting to meet him. Sharon unbuttoned and slipped off her blouse, exposing her firm breasts and proud, hard nipples. Off came the pants also-but she decided to leave her thin, nearly transparent, white bikini panties on. For now, anyway.
Before making her grand entrance, Sharon ran her fingers down along her slender body. She looked down as she cupped her fine tits and admired them.
Leaving the rest of her clothes back near the clearing, Sharon started an innocent, leisurely stroll that was calculated to take her right past the spot where young Bobby was busily laboring. A light, summer breeze lifted the locks of her flowing blonde hair.
Sharon was shaking her ass as much as she could. Her eyes met his-Bobby's eyes seemed to pop right out of his head when he saw the half-naked beauty before him.
She went into her act. Giving an expression of horror, Sharon crossed her arms over her chest and cried, "Oh, my God! Who are you?"
Bobby responded to Sharon's embarrassment with greater embarrassment and guilt of his own. Sharon arranged the confrontation in such a way that the poor kid would think he had done something wrong. This gave Sharon the advantage.
"Uh. . ,ei ... I'm sorry, Miss. Misss ... ah ... Carwell hired me to, uh, work here. Gee ... I'm awful sorry," Bobby stammered to her in explanation for "intruding" on her privacy. All the while, Bobby couldn't keep from staring at Sharon's beautiful body.
"I see," replied Sharon. "I wish Miss Carwell had told me. I often sun bathe out here in the nude because it's a secluded area where no one can see me. But I guess that's no longer true."
As she talked, Sharon walked slowly over to where Bobby was standing. As she drew closer, he gaped at her even more. They introduced themselves and made some small talk, Sharon leading the conversation and Bobby still very nervous. After they'd spoken for a few minutes, Sharon casually dropped her arms to her side exposing her bare chest.
Bobby couldn't conceal his excitement that arose in his loins over being face-to-face with this tall, slender blonde who was just standing there with her bare tits showing and her bush hair visible through the bikini panties. This had never happened to him before!
Sharon could see that his prick was big and very hard. He couldn't disguise or suppress the sizable bulge that projected outward against his overalls from his crotch. Looking down at his hard-on, Sharon said to him with a faint smile, "Bobby, I do believe that you think I'm pretty, don't you?"
Her directness surprised him even more. "Um ... ah, yeah, sure," he replied.
Sharon stepped closer to him and reached out to touch his hard, young prick. "I guess I've given you a pretty hard penis, Bobby," Sharon said. When she touched his prick he thought he might come in his pants.
She rubbed his hot prick once again, then said, "You don't mind if I have a look at your rod, do you Bobby? You probably need to be jerked off. I can't leave you frustrated, can I? That wouldn't be right." Bobby said absolutely nothing to all this-he just stood there in disbelief.
Reaching up to slip the overall straps from his shoulders, Sharon dropped his pants to his ankles. Then his underpants. She had him sit down on the haystack.
Bobby was homier than he'd ever been in his life! Sharon teased him by lightly stroking his eight-inch man-sized hard-on and fondling his balls.
"Bobby, something must be done. I can't in good conscience just ignore that fine, bony cock of yours. Has anyone ever sucked your cock?" she inquired.
"Nope," he gasped.
"Would you like me to?" she asked.
"Yup!"
Sharon bent down to his hard, teenaged erection and kissed and licked it. Bobby threw his head back and shook his hips out of control. He was going out of his mind!
She then covered the knob of his prick with her wet mouth and began to suck his clean, powerful prick. After only about five sucking strokes, young Bobby was incapable of holding himself back any longer-he shot his thick, creamy load of come into her mouth. It came fast and me spurts were very forceful-almost as if he had a nozzle on the end of his prick!
Sharon eagerly sucked away until he'd shot every drop of his innocent, pure, sticky come into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it; there was something different about the taste of his come-it seemed richer and more delicious to her than the sperm of most men.
After experiencing the greatest and most thrilling feeling of his life, Bobby satisfied, lay back in pleasure and disbelief. He didn't say a word. His prick had softened and he thought that, no matter how risky doing all this may be, he had to have more of it!
Sharon got to her feet and asked Bobby when he'd be working at the stable. They agreed to meet again the following day. Licking her lips, Sharon said goodbye and walked away, shaking her round ass at him.
The blow job, of course, had incredible impact on Bobby. He jerked off twice that night just thinking about Sharon's fantastic body and the way she got down and sucked his prick with her mouth.
In school the next day, it was all Bobby could think about. He was hard all day long in class. During lunch hour, he just had to tell his friend, Billy, about what had happened out at the Carwell place. Billy didn't believe him at first, but then the detailed description convinced him. The story made Billy hard also, and he asked Bobby if he could go with him this afternoon. "Please, please," he begged of him.
Sharon was delighted to see that Billy had come along. But she stressed that under no conditions could anyone else know about what was going on-that could lead to considerable trouble. The boys promised not to tell anyone.
On this day, Sharon wore a very brief bikini which she took off after meeting Billy. This was the first time Bobby had seen her completely naked. She told them to take off their clothes too, which they did, after Billy showed signs of reluctance.
Naturally, these two young virgin boys were as hard as hard could be. Both their pricks were as long and thick as that of any well-hung man, Sharon hungrily thought to herself.
First she sucked sandy-haired Billy's prick. He came about as soon as Bobby had the day before. And like Bobby's thick, gooey come, Billy's had that special quality. There was definitely something better about young come! It was like the difference between tap water and spring water.
While Sharon was sucking off Billy and swallowing his tremendous, steamy load, Bobby was feeling her tits somewhat crudely. But Sharon appreciated the powerful lust that possessed these kids. She liked the idea of having the very first crack at their virginity-they were so pure and uncorrupted!
After finishing with Billy for the time being, Sharon turned to Bobby. "Would you like to feel me down there, too?" she asked. Bobby nodded agreement quickly-he now trusted Sharon completely.
Neither of the boys had ever touched a cunt before. Bobby's finger cautiously explored Sharon's dense blonde pubic hair and finally reached down enough to discover the magic slit between her legs. The wetness surprised him! Sharon spread her legs more. Bobby responded by getting his fingers right into her vagina, stroking the pink clitoris and running his finger around the perimeter of her cunt lips.
Sharon was responding with passion that grew as Bobby plunged his fingers deep into her fiery pussy. She was now jerking him off; then she bent to suck his massive, proud prick.
But she stopped before he came this time. She pulled the great length of him slowly out of her warm mouth and guided it, using it as a leash, around and over to her twat. Lying down and spreading her shapely legs all the way to open those glistening, pink cunt lips, she pushed the ripe head of his prick against her waiting, hot cunt.
"Fuck me, Bobby!" she panted. "Get your big, young cock all the way up me! Really give it to me!" He did as he was told.
Bobby hungrily mounted her. He looked very boyish but his prick was educated! Sharon helped him a little by reaching down and kept the lively head of his prick against her greasy opening as he pushed his way in.
For the first time, Bobby fucked Sharon like a wild animal! His great prick drove all the way to the depths of Sharon's vagina with lightning-quick plunges. There was no sophistication or subtlety to his love-making-just pure, driving, machine-like fucking power! She appreciated this; it was the most intense, hardest, and most furious screwing she'd had in years!
Billy watched the heaving, thrashing bodies meshing together. It fascinated him-he was hard all over again from watching his friend Bobby's long prick sliding in and out of this older lady's neat cunt.
Finally Bobby exploded inside Sharon. He shot the spurting jets of his come deep into Sharon's cunt, sending tremors through both their bodies. She clenched her arms around his lower back and ass cheeks even tighter as his cock released its cream into a woman for the first time.
Bobby finally pulled out of Sharon and lay on the ground dazed and weary. Even Sharon, although a veteran in sex, was pretty damn exhausted herself from the wild fucking young Bobby had given her!
After catching her breath, she got Billy to jerk her off so that she could come too. She later gave each of her two "pupils" a blow job before they left. She especially enjoyed sucking Bobby off because she could taste the faint residue of her own cunt juice on his prick. This was always something she enjoyed.
Later Sharon filled Janice in on her experiences with Bobby and Billy. Her detailed descriptions of the innocent and uncorrupted sexual powers and hominess of the two boys made Janice very excited. She couldn't wait to get a piece of this action.
They decided that the next time the boys dropped by, they'd be brought into the house where they could all fuck in greater comfort.
"To hell with the ponies," said Janice, "We'll be sure they won't starve!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
At the appointed time, the two teenaged boys arrived at Hardwood. As was typical of their age, Bobby and Billy still displayed an air of timidity, despite the fact that they'd been "broken in."
Sharon answered the door, invited the youths inside, and had them take a seat. Sharon disappeared upstairs to announce their arrival to Janice. Shortly, she came down to greet them, with Sharon handling the introductions. Bobby and Billy had only heard about Janice, because Bobby had been hired and received his job instructions completely over the telephone.
Both women wore only bathrobes. By "accidentally" letting them fly open as they walked, it was made obvious to the two horny kids that they had not a stitch of clothing on underneath.
After a minimum of bullshit, Bobby and Sharon, and Billy and Janice went upstairs to separate bedrooms. The performance in the second floor guest bedroom between Bobby and Sharon was virtually a repeat performance of the previous day.
No frills or fancy stuff-just a really good old-fashioned fuck! The purely instinctive and natural way that Bobby drove his prick in and out of Sharon's cunt again thrilled her to no end! He was so untamed, like a wild animal who had been taken partly under control.
The scene was similar between Janice and Billy, but not so smoothly functioning due to the fact that they'd just met. Janice had to take special measures to make sure that Billy felt at ease, so that he would really give it to her. After drawing the blinds to nearly darken the room, Janice got Billy to get rid of all his inhibitions. This kid was every bit as good as Sharon had advertised.
Not since her high school days had a standard fucking been so enjoyable, thought Janice. Billy showed her one hell of a lot, as he let loose his youthful, lustful energy. His pounding, driving prick plunged so far into the depths of her womanhood with such blinding speed that Janice felt herself beginning to lose control of this wild man!
Janice thought she might black out. She couldn't speak, she was so short of breath. The closed blinds and the flailing bodies made her sweat profusely in the stifling room.
She'd been looking forward to a good screwing, but this was almost too much. Never before had she been so overcome by the fury and power of a single cock; yet at the same time, her pleasure was building to tremendous heights!
Although this was their first time (and Billy was so young!), they came together. Billy expelled a load of come that had been building in his balls for a long time; sending wave after wave of steamy, thick come into Janice's throbbing pussy. He shot so much cream into her that she actually overflowed!
Mixing with the flood that ecstatic, nearly insane Janice discharged, along with their sweat, the two naked bodies were so wet they looked like they'd just been underwater. Their thighs, stomachs, and entire crotch regions were sopping wet; and a pretty big puddle had accumulated on the sheet, under the spot where his young cock had been dipping in and out of her ripe cunt.
Exhausted and nicely satisfied, Janice led Billy to a refreshing bath. She poured perfumed-scented granules of bubble bath into the oversized tub. Janice delighted in carefully scrubbing every square inch of Billy's fine adolescent body.
She cleansed his balls, long penis, and even scoured his asshole-something he hadn't expected but still managed to enjoy. By now, Billy was more relaxed than ever and they got along very well.
Janice finally realized that something had been troubling her all along. The fact that Billy and Bobby were so young and innocent was for some reason gnawing at her mind. It wasn't so much that if anyone found out, she would be in very serious trouble-that did concern her of course-but it was something more.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Yes, she had been able to enjoy the fantastic screwing he had given her.
But behind everything that had transpired, there was a subconscious worry. Relaxing with her young "student" Janice attempted to divorce the troubling impulse from her mind.
Janice and Billy dried each other off, got dressed, and went downstairs.
Sharon and Bobby had finished their work first and were patiently waiting. They sent the teenaged gigolos on their way, after Janice had given them each a couple of dollars for their time. (They were supposedly working on the grounds and stable at Hardwood.)
Sharon was able to go about her business after they left as if nothing had happened. That was the way she was-nothing phased this chick! Janice had often noticed this characteristic in Sharon, and had sometimes envied her for it. But, at other times, she appreciated the basic difference between Sharon and herself-she was capable of feeling things so much more deeply.
That evening Mike Sheldon was invited for dinner at Hardwood. He had been a regular visitor at the place ever since his poolside encounter with Janice when she was only contemplating buying the estate. He fit in well with the artistic people that frequented Hardwood as Janice's guests.
But, although he would he around the pool nude like everyone else, he never seemed to indulge in sex with any other women. He ate Janice every time he dropped by and usually screwed her; she in turn sucked his prick at every opportunity.
Strangely enough, however, Mike was the only one who had only one sexual partner, Janice; everyone else fooled around with many different people, often at the same time. Perhaps it was that Mike wasn't as emotionally free as the others-maybe something was hanging him up. Or was it something else?
Janice and Mike had a leisurely dinner together, chatting about life in general and the problems of the world around them. Their conversations were always deeper and more meaningful than Mike's discussions with his other well-to-do friends in the Milton area. He was able to communicate much better with Janice-more than anyone else he had ever known-she seemed to understand him (and people in general) much better.
Following dessert and cognac, they both took on a pleasant, satisfied glow. Mike took Janice in his arms and missed her, gently at first and then with great passion. Janice suggested they go upstairs to the comfort and privacy of her spacious bedroom.
Janice closed the door behind them and turned to Mike; he kissed her long and hard, their mouths opening and locking into one, their tongues intertwining and titillating each other.
With his desire rising in his loins, Mike eagerly began unbuttoning the front of her floor-length lounging gown and slipped it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the carpet. He reached behind her to release her bra and caressed the gorgeous tits that fell proudly before him.
He quickly threw off his clothes and took Janice in his strong arms and carried her to the bouncy queen-sized double bed. His massive prick had already increased its size and was very hard and ready for beautiful Janice.
"Oh, darling, I love you so much," Janice professed to him, "I always look forward to whenever I'm going to see you! You do such wonderful things to me!"
"You're very special and important to me, too," he replied. "You're number one to me, Janice, you really are, no matter how trite that may sound." She smiled at him and pulled him down on top of her.
Mike kissed her on the neck, something that always lit a fire in her, and stroked her shapely thighs. He sucked away at the hard, ripe nipples on her smooth breasts. As he did so, he slipped her panties down her legs, past her ankles and off, so that both of them lay completely naked in each others arms.
Mike descended further along Janice's perfect body, feeling around in her thick, brown pubic hair. Her legs spread as he touched the clitoris and dabbed at the tender, very sensitive pink bps that defined the lovely split between her legs. His touch sent shivers of delight streaking through her body, making her desire his wonderful prick all the more.
His head began to burrow in between her spread legs. Mike feverishly kissed the white, smooth insides of Janice's thighs and around the expanse of her thick bush. Finally he found her dampening cunt lips with his tongue-the heady whiffs of her cunt smell drew him further into the deep opening.
The penetration of his tongue into her pussy sent Janice into tremors of delight. She threw her lovely head back as his tongue eagerly lapped in and out of her delicious, wet cunt.
With his powerful arms, Mike pulled Janice's round ass cheeks over on top of him, never stopping his tongue's wild licking of the inside of her cunt. Janice happily took the hint and robed her body onto Mike's so that his muscular hard-on was staring her in the face.
As her cunt continued to writhe out of control on Mike's face, Janice grasped his mighty prick and fed it into her loving mouth, a little at a time. She kissed and licked his marvelous cock and played with his nuts as she did so.
Before long, she had the entire length of his great prick in her mouth-she sucked away on it with ever-increasing speed and running her wet tongue along its expanse with every sucking stroke.
Janice and Mike by this time had a well-coordinated 69 going. It was a ritual neither of them ever tired of! Their mutual stimulation ceased before climax, as Mike mounted her hungry body. His rock-hard prick slid neatly into Janice's waiting cunt with almost no resistance.
They locked their arms around each other as their bodies meshed together in furious rhythm. Janice's fingertips grew white as they strongly pressed into Mike's hairy buttocks as he plunged his prick into the depths of her hairy vagina.
The gyrations of the two bodies became frenzied; they heaved on each other as their genitals made love. Sensing each other's monumental climb to climax, Janice and Mike came together, their minds wild with ecstasy during the magic moment when he released his spurting come into her throbbing pussy.
Her love juices met his in confirmation of their wonderful union. After the sticky, heady climax, Janice and Mike's fury subsided and they settled quietly into each other's loving arms.
Mike's prick softened but remained nestled in Janice's cunt during this peaceful period. Only 15 minutes later, Mike's manhood awakened in the warmth of her pussy. His hardening was transmitted to Janice, who was also ready again.
They proceeded to come to life with another great bout of passion and love. Janice and Mike's second flowing climaxes left them wilted, but happy. They lay naked and contented. Eyes closed, Janice sleepily dozed in the strong security of Mike's powerful, loving arms.
One hour later, she awoke to find Mike's eyes gazing directly at hers.
This unexpected look automatically produced a tender kiss that once again emphasized the strong feeling between them.
Sensing a singular thought dominating his mind, Janice softly asked of him, "Dear, what are you thinking about?"
Her directness slightly caught him off guard.
But he seized the occasion to say what had been uppermost in his mind for the last few weeks. "Janice," he said, "You know I love you very much and I know that you feel the same way about me-all that goes without saying. But.
.
.uh," he paused uncharacteristically, "I've been wanting to ask you to marry me. Will you?"
Mike's proposal absolutely stunned her; it almost knocked her out, it was so entirely unexpected! Her first impulse was to laugh, but she suppressed it, knowing it was inappropriate and would be taken as an offense by Mike. She knew she had to say something to him.
"Well ... wow ... gee," she began, showing how his proposal had stunned her. "I ... I don't know. I do love you, but ... I can't say. What I mean to say is that I've honestly never even thought about it-you really surprised me. I ... I don't know what the hell to say," she explained in her confusion.
By now, Janice was more than wide awake.
And all kinds of thoughts were swirling around in her head at the same time. Mike's desire to marry her presented several serious conflicts.
Being married to Mike would be pretty great, she thought, if she was going to get married. Trouble was that she had absolutely no intention of losing her freedom now. Marriage was a thing that was so far in the future for her that she really didn't spend much time thinking seriously about it.
At the same time, she considered the activities that getting married would naturally prohibit: images flashed through her cluttered consciousness. There was the group oral lovemaking by the side of the pool. There was the pleasure of having many different pricks to suck on and get fucked by. There was getting it up her asshole by Tony. There was getting eaten by Sharon and other women. There was the lapping of other women's cunts in return. These were just a few of the pleasures she knew that marriage would rule out. Was it worth the price?
Mike's loving voice interrupted her thoughts. "I understand you'll want to think about it for awhile. That's okay with me."
This reprieve was just what Janice needed; she was glad that he had suggested it, so that he wouldn't be hurt by her request to spend some time thinking about the monumental decision.
"I think I'd better mull it over for a while, dear. I am in love with you, but marriage ... well, it's a big decision," she replied.
Mike kindly agreed to this-there wasn't much else he could do! Once again he expressed his love for her and then launched into a soliloquy in which he outlined what a good husband he'd be, how happy their lives would be, and how they'd live happily ever after. Although all this was very idealistic, Janice could tell by the way he talked that he really meant what he was saying; he wasn't just trying to talk her into marrying him. She appreciated this.
They talked about marriage until the wee hours, but without Mike pressuring her. He knew that doing so would just make Janice treasure her freedom all the more.
Finally, Mike got up, dressed and prepared to leave. Janice remained in bed, lying gloriously nude before him. Mike took the occasion to kiss her good-night right on her furry, pink twat.
Putting one knee on the bed, he bent over and shoved his mouth firmly against her cunt. Janice parted her legs by reflex action as he did so, allowing him to then send his tongue darting into the moist heaven between her willowy legs.
Although she was very tired, Janice strongly responded to his delicate Frenching. Her juices began to flow at once, but after a little more lapping, Mike withdrew from her twat and kissed her passionately on the mouth and then left.
Janice couldn't help but notice the enjoyable flavor of her cunt juice that his tongue had brought to her mouth.
This act served to illustrate the dilemma that his marriage proposal had brought: on the one hand, Mike's tonguing of her cunt reminded Janice of the wonderful way he loved her. But, on the other hand, the tangy taste of her own juices that his kiss on the mouth gave her reminded her of all the other pleasures of her life that marriage would take away from her. She had a very difficult decision to make.
For the next several days, Janice's life at Hardwood continued as it had for the entire period of her residence there. She enjoyed all the varieties of love: getting fucked by different people, each one of which gave her slightly unique thrills.
Making love with both men and women, getting eaten, blow jobs, having her asshole sucked and fucked-all these sexual activities in an infinite number of positions and approaches made Janice constantly aware of what all these things meant to her.
Since the proposal, she was aware of the appreciation she had of this diversity. She realized that they also contributed to her emotional stability and released the urges from deep within her being that made her artistic creativity possible. She just couldn't surrender all these things!
Mike took it well. Janice had worried that he would become either angry or depressed. Instead, he kept his self-control and expressed confidence that she would eventually change her mind.
Janice asked Mike to continue seeing her and still spend his free time relaxing at Hardwood. He agreed to-both their behavior was typical of the maturity that was so instrumental in attracting them to each other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Among the frequent visitors to Hardwood was a girl from Boston who sculpted. Through the introductions of a mutual friend, she had arranged with Janice to spend the month of July at the informal artists' colony into which Hardwood had evolved.
She was younger than most of the others, about 19 or so, but it became readily apparent that she was very mature and experienced for her age. She was a big girl-almost six feet tall, in fact, but her womanly frame was so well proportioned that she remained tremendously appealing. She hadn't an ounce of fat on her, it seemed.
Laura was very athletic, so much so that she could compete with the men on even terms in tennis and volleyball. Herb, one of the regulars at Hardwood and a close friend of all, probably best described her-one day he referred to her as the "Amazon."
It was an accurate description: she was so large, but so shapely as well. Her hair was black and straight; it flowed down to the small of her back. Her tits were enormous without being fatty, almost 42-inches that matched the great width of her thighs, which were nicely-rounded and very firmly-packed.
In between these gargantuan features was an incredibly tiny waist. Laura had arrived during the evening and when she appeared at the pool the following afternoon, all eyes stared at her in disbelief.
Not having adjusted to the nudity, she wore a brief bikini that barely concealed her assets. When Herb saw the graceful sway of her ass as she walked, he got a hard-on so quick that he had to take a swim to avoid embarrassment!
Herb was older than most of the resident artists and visitors (about 40) and he was looked up to as the Hardwood "elder statesman," so he introduced himself and the others present to young Laura, the newcomer.
Her voice was very soft and she said little. Maybe the group nudity is making her ill at ease, thought Herb. So he volunteered to give her a guided tour of the facilities available on Hardwood's spacious grounds. Laura accepted his invitation.
Herb threw a towel around his midsection and strolled away with Laura; everyone commented on the Amazon's unbelievable body. She was becoming extraordinarily popular already!
Laura and Herb were getting to know each other as they walked. He saw that she was a very charming, as well as beautiful girl whose innocence and shyness enhanced her appeal. At least as far as he was concerned!
As they walked through a wooded area, an overhanging twig caught on Herb's towel and pulled it away exposing him to Laura. Smiling, he feigned embarrassment and started to recover his prick and balls. But Laura stopped him, saying, "Oh, that's all right. Really, your nakedness doesn't offend me."
Herb kept the towel by his side. "In that case, why don't you also divest yourself of that bathing suit. It doesn't cover up much of you anyway," he joked.
"Good idea," said Laura. "I never would have bothered with it in the first place if I'd known that nudity was accepted here." Without further ado, Laura reached behind her back and unhooked the bra of the flowered bikini.
She removed the cups from her breasts, allowing them to hang naturally. Herb was amazed-Laura's knockers were so graceful and they projected so far out, rather than down. The nipples were a very dark red and pointed upward, appropriately compounding the beauty of her gigantic tits. Laura truly was an Amazon!
Laura casually slid the bikini panties over her hips, shapely legs, and off:
Presto! Herb couldn't believe his eyes, nor his prick which was getting very hard, very fast. The white marks from the bikini on her tits and hips, in contrast to the deep tan on the rest of her dreamy body, made the young sculptress even more appealing.
Her midnight black pubic hair was very thick and she had a lot of it, concealing a cunt that Herb knew he had to get into. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped and stuck way out-her body was the most flawless Herb had ever seen!
He was normally very suave and composed, but Laura's splendid nudity made him so horny that his emotional rise was obvious. So was the rapid rise of his prick.
Laura looked at his massive erection and said to him, "Don't be self-conscious. I realize that's a great compliment to me," she added, referring to his hard-on.
"May I touch it, please," Laura politely asked Herb. The request just about floored him! This was amazing-he'd been thinking that maybe he'd get in her in a few weeks, if he played his cards right-but she was ready now!
His pulse quickened so much that he could barely speak. "Sure! Of course!" he finally managed to blurt out.
She gently jerked him off for a few seconds. Then Herb wrapped his arms around her fantastic body and, kissing her on the mouth, forced her down to the grass. She resisted him slightly, but soon returned his kiss.
Herb was kissing and grabbing her with such craving that he was almost mauling young Laura. He wanted to kiss and eat every part of her perfect body at the same time; it was like he couldn't decide what part of her to kiss and touch, so he tried to get all of her at once. That's how furiously he went at her!
It turned out that Laura could get just as turned on. When Herb started to flick his tongue at her large nipples and then proceeded to suck on them, the response was like switching on a motor inside Laura.
When he clapped his hand against her full black bush, her giant hips started to rotate and pump up and down. His middle finger probed through her triangle-shaped black bush and lingered on her cunt lips for an instant; Herb couldn't toy with her any longer-he pushed her legs apart and ducked his face down between Laura's long, shapely, tanned stems.
Never before had Herb seen pubic hair so thick. This girl was really one in a million, he thought to himself. He managed to quickly kiss his way through the dense growth to her cunt lips. He gingerly licked at them. Laura responded by throwing her legs apart all the way with a lurching movement that took half a second.
As Herb wrapped his arms around the heaving thighs, a smell of cunt floating from between those pink cunt lips was so fragrant that it almost knocked him out. Herb had smelled many cunts in his years, but this was the smelliest! He couldn't wait to taste it.
The powerful whiffs of Laura's unusually large pussy drew Herb's tongue closer. He pushed the entire length of his tongue way into her vagina which was becoming very wet. The size and juiciness of Laura gave Herb a strange feeling of being in another world, so completely absorbed and excited was he by Laura's pulsating, warm cunt.
Laura was out of control by now-she was throbbing and weaving and gasping so much that Herb thought she might take off. Just as he was planning to get his hard, hungry prick up her tasty box, Laura unexpectedly came.
She let loose an incredible stream of cloudy cunt fluid as she wildly celebrated her fiery orgasm. Herb licked as much of the come into his mouth but there was so much of it that some strained through her pubic hair and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
Laura's juices were the tastiest Herb had ever swallowed. Her slimy fluid tasted like a boatload of fresh fish to her, who couldn't drink enough of it. Still planning to fuck this cunt, Herb didn't cease lapping the walls of Laura's deep sex slit even though she'd just come.
Before long, he'd gotten Laura just as excited and he stopped eating her before she dumped another river of come into his mouth. He quickly drove his prick into her; she was so wet that it slid in very easily.
By the third stroke, Herb's huge hard-on was striking the very depths of Laura's warm, wet pussy. His fucking thrusts sent her into an even wilder frenzy of movement; porking this Amazon was like riding her electric, vibrating cunt at the same time, thought delirious Herb.
Within five minutes, Herb had built to a climax so forceful that he couldn't possibly hold back. He released such a thick load of his hot cream deep into Laura that it was the type of load he shot 20 years earlier. He felt like Laura had made his balls come up with a quart of gooey come.
The spurting rushes of come flooding into her deep cavity made Laura come again. Her young juices me his and the meeting produced a smell that was like an orchestra serenading the two weary lovers. Herb was physically satisfied as he lay on top of Laura, but his mind was already contemplating eating and fucking this lovely young woman again ... and again ... and again!
Finally, they got up off the grass. Herb realized that if they were gone too long, the others would know what was happening, especially when they saw that Laura was naked also. And if they knew, they'd want her too; Herb would prefer to keep Laura all to himself by having the competition think that the young creature couldn't be had. With this in mind, Herb carefully wiped the sex juices off their bodies, so as to not provide telltale signs about what happened on the "guided tour."
But Herb had no such luck. The sight of Laura's naked body made everyone want her, man and woman alike. For example, Sharon almost came in her pants when she laid her eyes on enticing Laura.
To the surprise of those who saw Laura the day she arrived in Hardwood, she was a very good sport when it came to adult (Hardwood style, that is) behavior that some had feared might have offended her.
For example, there was the rainy day that several couples were sitting around the living room playing strip gin rummy. When Laura had explained before the game began that she really wasn't a very good player, she was flattered that the others urged her to play with even greater enthusiasm after she'd disclosed that fact.
All the players were fully clothed, so it took quite a while before anyone had removed underwear, bras, and other revealing garments. Predictably, though, Laura was the first to remove her bra, exposing her fantastic jugs.
This served to distract other minds from the game, especially men's. Things got ridiculous when Laura finally had to take off her panties; she sat Indian fashion, displaying her lovely twat. The game got chaotic and the cards became ignored by the horny half-clothed players.
The remaining "players" quickly doffed their remaining clothing and joined Laura in the nude. Herb and Mike had remarkable hard-ons, the result of a few hours of teasing and temptation.
Janice started blowing Mike and Sharon sat on Dave's face, who was a resident body-painter. None of this seemed to upset Laura, who retained her composure despite the sex going on in her presence.
Not only didn't it bother her, but she proceeded to join the fun by going down on Herb. He was quite surprised by this, because to his knowledge this was the first time she'd sucked cock. If this was the first she'd ever sucked cock (she later remarked that it was), she was very good for a beginner.
As young Laura frenched Herb, he decided to introduce her to another sensation. He reached down along her back and slipped his hand between her huge, firm ass cheeks and felt around in the hair until he found her tight little asshole. With circular motions, he poked away at her shithole.
Laura paused briefly in her determined sucking, curious as to what experienced Herb was up to. When she knew, she helped him by parting her ass cheeks a little more-she thought it felt pretty good!
Her asshole muscles loosening with Herb's massaging, allowing him to shove his finger right up her. Meanwhile, she was giving him a fine suck-off: with each stroke she took his entire length deep into her mouth until the knob touched the back of her throat.
And her tongue was doing a very commendable job of licking the underside of his root as her wet lips slid along the tasty prick.
The sensation of Herb coming in her mouth was really neat, she thought. His sperm, so warm and sticky, tasted better than she imagined it would. The thick cream continued to shoot into her mouth, and when she'd gotten every drop milked out of his spitting cock, she swallowed his load with big gulps.
Herb rewarded her magnificent first blow job by eating her cunt while continuing to finger her asshole. The feeling of only one thin membrane separating the plunging tongue in her cunt from the finger working in her asshole was too good to bear-she came quickly, sending her milky fluid onto Herb's hot tongue.
This was one example of the speed and ease with which young Laura adopted the mores of the Hardwood group. Another perhaps better example was the time she was sitting on the edge of the pool, nude of course, dangling her shapely legs in the water.
Tall, blonde Sharon was swimming in the pool as Laura's dangling legs caught her attention. Sharon could see the outline of Laura's cunt through the rich, stiff black pubic hair.
Sharon, swimming nude and minding her own business, felt a longing in her groin as she eyed sexy Laura. She could no longer mind her own business. She swam over to Laura and placed her hands on her knees.
"May I," said Sharon with a look of hopefulness. She was really turned on at this point, a fire burning inside her that made Laura's body the only thing in the world that mattered to her.
Laura was a bit scared by this proposition, but her better side told her that this really meant a lot to Sharon. Besides, Sharon had been really nice to her in the week and a half that she'd been at Hardwood. Therefore, Laura nodded, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows, bracing herself for Sharon's cunnilingual onslaught.
It turned out that Sharon's cunt-lapping gave her even more pleasure than Herb's had! Sharon's unusually long and pointed tongue entered her so deeply that she thought it might tickle her stomach. And tickle it did!
Sharon's talented tongue quivered in her pussy like a powerful vibrator. Laura found the unique experience delightful-delightful to the point that she almost passed out. But just when she thought she was about to, she came like never before! It was like the sky falling as Laura sent an ocean of tangy come pouring down her pounding, throbbing vaginal chute. Like the expert she was, Sharon kept her tongue working until Laura's wild climax had subsided.
So, Laura, though young, was fitting in very well and adjusting to the pleasures available at Hardwood with increasing enthusiasm and reckless abandon. Her willingness made her a very popular item at Hardwood, considering her super body that everyone wanted to fuck and lick and eat at every opportunity.
CHAPTER NINE
As had happened with the professor months before, another solicitor came to Hardwood seeking money. This time, however, it was a portly Irishman named Father O'Shea. He had come in behalf of the Catholic Relief Fund which he ran. An appointment had been set up for Janice to meet with him after lunch in the front parlor. Janice could hardly sleep the night before due to numerous daydreams she had conceived about this pious gentleman who was to visit.
Janice was standing in her room looking down at the driveway when the priest drove in exactly on time. Her loins already ached and she was beginning to move her body about in a slow, sexual dance. She had asked Sharon to direct the visitor to her room on the pretext that she was too ill to meet him downstairs.
When she heard him climbing the stairs she languidly lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep. The covers lay at the foot of the bed and her filmy negligee was carelessly thrown open revealing her reposing body. When she heard the knock on the door she did not answer. Sharon opened the door and gently led the priest in before her and then left closing the door quietly behind her. Janice, pretending to be slightly awakened by the intrusion, moved softly in the bed, spreading apart her legs and swaying her hips.
Father O'Shea, at first thought he should immediately leave, but upon looking further at this lovely sight, decided that as long as she was not aware of his presence, he would view her for just a little longer. Being a man of fifty and in the clergy he had never indulged in any sexual play with a woman. He had adhered to the rules of his profession strictly, although he never could free his mind of the desire to jam his fucking prick up a warm juicy cunt. After so many years of having these pent up desires he thought himself quite incapable of getting a hard-on except through his ever increasing masturbating. Now lying before him was this beautiful girl with her long legs waiting to envelop his sizeable middle. Janice pretended to awaken with a sudden start and she uttered a cry of surprise.
"Why, Father O'Shea! I didn't realize it was so late. Please forgive me, I've been quite tired." The elderly man then realized his mission of procuring money and embarrassed, turned away. Janice had predetermined the situation and had decided that the only way to fuck this man was by her feigning delirium. "Father, please sit by me for a while. I have a terrible fever and I seem to drift off into other worlds."
She had worked it out in her mind that this gentleman would never shed his black robes of discipline unless he thought her to be too delirious to remember the following day. This idea stemmed from her knowledge that everyone enjoys fucking no matter how long and how severe the training is to the contrary.
The priest then took this chance to turn about and get a closer look at this fuckable piece of juicy cunt. He looked upon her flushed face and understood it to be the fever and not her sexual happiness. He slowly moved over to the bed and picked up her hand and said sympathetically, "My dear, I will stay by your bedside as long as you desire. I am sorry that you are feeling so ill. I wouldn't have intruded had I known."
His eyes swept down her long, tan body until it reached the mound of hair which concealed the red lips of womanhood. Seeing that her eyes were closed he put his hand on her breast to see if this movement would arouse her. Seeing that it did not, he began to caress and massage her twin mounds of pleasure.
Of course, Janice was fully aware of what was going on. As he stroked her tits, she found it increasingly difficult to lie still on the bed. The middle-aged priest was actually turning her on with his "therapeutic" treatment!
Knowing that she was the first woman he'd ever touched, served to make the sensation even more delightful for young Janice. But she managed to continue to lie still, aware that this act was the only way she could free the man from his inhibitions.
As he delicately rubbed her naked tits, the Father was almost inaudibly whispering to Janice, "There, there, yes, mmmmm, yes," even though he believed she was unable to hear him. It was becoming obvious to Janice that her ploy was slowly but surely succeeding-allowing him free reign of her fine exposed body was drawing out the latent sexual desire in him.
Next, Father O'Shea did something he never dreamed he'd be able to-he bent over and softly kissed Janice's ripe, proud nipples! Knowing that so much genuine desire was motivating this very uncommon action, led Janice to appreciate it all the more.
Janice was really having trouble containing herself as the kisses on her breasts and neck became more prolonged and passionate. She started to writhe under him, which produced a rapid retreat by the Father. Janice knew she must not let him stop now-but how could she bring him back?
A possible solution flashed into her mind-this had to work! Janice, her eyes still closed in her delirious act, reached gropingly upwards and draped her arms around the neck of the man sitting on the bed beside her.
As she did so, she began moaning, "Oh, Mike darling. No, please don't leave me. You mustn't. If you leave me now, I'll end it all. I won't be able to go on."
It worked. The Father had no idea exactly who Mike was, but he assumed that he was Janice's lover and she was distraught with their fading relationship. She had him convinced that in her state of semi-consciousness, she really thought Mike was leaving her.
Never forgetting the nature of his calling, the Father knew that it was now his moral obligation to assume the role of this Mike person, so that the dream Janice was having would end happily. He had to do this, sex aside. To do otherwise could possibly lead to Janice's moral and emotional deterioration, he thought to himself.
So, with missionary zeal, he resumed his love-making. Planting kisses on her shapely tits and sucking on the hardening nipples seemed to be placating the troubled young Miss Carwell. This pleased Father O'Shea to no end-it also meant that he could still enjoy the pleasures of her beautiful undraped body without being found out!
Having averted this potential crisis with quick thinking, Janice deceptively moved on to the next stage of her master plan to seduce the virgin who sat beside her with his face buried against her warm, smooth tits. With her right hand, she blindly searched for his groin.
She didn't want to shock him by coming on too strong, so she felt along his upper thighs before touching his prick and balls. As she did so, she groaned, "Oh yes, Mike darling ... I love you so much ... don't ever leave me!"
Father O'Shea was, of course, taken aback when Janice pressed her hand firmly against his stiffening cock. He honestly had no intention of allowing Janice (or anyone else, for that matter) to touch his virgin, sacred prick. That would be going too far!
Yet, at the same time, he was perceptive enough to realize that to halt her advances would introduce pain, frustration, and anguish to her hypnotic mental wanderings. The way he saw it was that he just had no choice but to put up with this, no matter how "wrong" he knew it to be.
Janice suddenly knew what she was up against: Father O'Shea was a man who could respond with the same biological urge to her sexuality that any layman would show. But, to her surprise, he was so committed to the sacred oaths of the cloth that he was actually unwilling to fuck her, even if she'd let him! She knew that continued deception and placating were the only earthly forces that were capable of getting him inside her without acting against his strong conscience.
She decided to proceed with her plan. Janice, to further convince the priest that she really was delirious, slowly rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. She now firmly grasped his hard prick, a prick that had never known the delights of being inside a woman's wet, warm cunt.
"Take it out, darling ... please take it out. Now!" Janice longingly whispered to her gullible visitor. The good Father, whose reasons for going along with the scheme were so noble, saw no choice but to continue this sexual play which was so crucial to the well-being of the troubled Miss Carwell. Janice knew that she was taking unfair advantage of Father O'Shea, but she thought that if things went along this way, no one would really get hurt.
So the middle-aged gentleman of the cloth reluctantly unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Janice was pleasantly surprised to feel a very long and massive hard-on occupying her dainty fist.
Janice jerked off the priest who was feeling very awkward about the role he was being forced to play in an unbelievably unique situation. With her left hand, Janice descended down the smooth expanse of her naked body until she reached her crotch. She stuck a few fingers into her honey pot and dabbed away between the parting cunt lips to stimulate herself in anticipation of the upcoming critical test for her guest.
As her right hand stroked the Father's prick and her left probed her own sensitive twat, Janice whispered in a tortured tone of voice, "Oh, Mike, it feels so good ... I love you so much. Love me ... LOVE ME! ... Ohhh...." Her voice drifted quietly away, after she'd successfully reinforced the Father's incorrect impression that she was really in a delirious state.
Next, scheming Janice thought to herself, I've got to get his pants off and his nice prick in me. She knew that after his entry, nature would take care of the rest. "Make love to me, dear.
Please, you must ... I must have you. I need you!" Janice cried out.
This wasn't totally an act-the feel of his fine prick and her masturbation had really gotten her pretty horny.
Poor Father O'Shea momentarily panicked. He wanted to jump up and run out the door and never return to this strange place that put him into such a terrible moral confrontation. But he managed to retain control of his emotions-perhaps thanks to the many years of strict moral discipline that the priesthood demanded.
By way of the same reasoning that brought him this far, Father O'Shea decided that he had no choice but to comply with the request that Miss Carwell was making of him. He knew that it might technically constitute a breach of his vows, but at the same time, he'd always been taught that morality wasn't an ironclad, rigid code and that there were times when each person had to think for himself. He concluded that his lifelong dedication to the alleviation of human suffering was consistent with screwing Miss Carwell.
With Janice still holding his prick, he stripped off his plain black trousers and clerical underwear. Still not knowing quite what to do next, he slowly lowered his half-naked body onto Janice. She carefully guided his hard priestly penis down between her legs so that its rounded tip was flush against her desirous cunt lips.
"Love me, Mike darling," she gasped, keeping her eyes closed and concentrating on still faking the deep trance. "Love me ... please-Give yourself to me, Mike. I ... need you," she added to what the good Father assumed was only the person of her fantasies, the man he was representing in his body.
Janice spread her legs further apart. The feeling of his hard cock pulsing through her thick growth of brown pubic hair against the moist pink vaginal lips was very enjoyable to Father O'Shea. Still holding the kindly man's erection, Janice guided it between the lips and into her warm pussy.
Father O'Shea suddenly gasped as his penis entered a woman's interior for the first time. The strange feeling sent lightning bolts streaking through his entire body as the oily vaginal walls firmly encased his organ.
Although he had planned to divorce his emotions from the act if it was to actually come to this, the Father was losing control of himself and became carried away as his prick, with a mind of its own, automatically began rapidly plunging deep into Janice's undulating cunt. He had as much biology as the next guy, it turned out; to not become totally involved in fucking such a beautiful woman as Janice was asking too much of any man!
"Oh, yes, Mike darling! Love me ... love me ... Ohhh ... you're so, so good," the sly Janice murmured to her unsuspecting sexual partner, whose driving fuck-strokes into her womanhood were increasing in intensity.
The two bodies were locked together in a furious act of love. The bodies thrashed together. Janice's legs projected toward heaven and then wrapped tightly around his waist. Their passionate screwing produced beads of sweat that rubbed from Janice's bare tits onto Father O'Shea's clerical collar.
The Father was becoming carried away as he feared he would upon entering her slit. The fury of his deep thrusts also lit a fire in experienced Janice, who was experiencing a strange delight that the bizarre circumstances of the act were adding to the usual pleasure a big, hard prick gave her.
After about ten minutes more of this wild fucking, Janice came, her juices gushing onto the good Father's writhing prick and bathing it in love fluids. Janice kept her educated cunt gyrating until her partner also came only a few seconds later.
Father O'Shea released a torrent of thick ream gloriously cascading into Janice's pussy. The release sent swirls of dizzying pleasure into his mind and body, almost making him as delirious as he was convinced young Janice was.
After dumping a load of sperm into a woman for the first time, the Father withdrew his softening penis and stood by the side of the bed. The experience of intercourse, which had been alien to him for so many years, satisfied and pleased him. Yet, at the same time, the act was a sobering moral choice he had been forced to make and he quickly muttered a prayer, pleading that he'd done the right thing. He was very shaken by it all!
As Father O'Shea hurriedly dressed by the side of the bed and nervously ran his hand through his thinning hair, Janice decided to complete the trick she perpetrated on the dedicated man of the cloth.
"Oh Mike," she softly whispered, 'That was so wonderful. Everything's just fine now ... I ... feel so good. Everything's just perfect." After saying this, she ceased movement and convinced the Father that she had drifted off into a deep sleep.
Father O'Shea rushed to his car and sped away from Hardwood. He had grave misgivings about the act he'd just performed. Was it the right thing he had done? Did he respond to this moral dilemma in keeping with the spiritual teachings of his faith? He wasn't sure, but whatever the case, he looked forward to tomorrow morning when he'd have the opportunity to confess the act to one of his understanding colleagues.
Though physically satisfied by the fine fucking she'd just received by the gullible Father, Janice for some odd reason felt ill at ease. Maybe it was because of the hoax she had conceived and perpetrated on the unsuspecting and dedicated clergyman.
She was enough of a realist and had sufficient self-knowledge to know what was plaguing her. If there was a hell, she thought to herself, she damn well would take up permanent residence there. That was for sure!
On the one hand, her plan had worked well. The Father never discovered that the "delirium" was only an act, and therefore his conscience couldn't be too troubled, she reasoned. He knew, as did she, that what led to his decision to screw her and depart from his sacred code was a sincere desire to help a troubled person, in the true missionary tradition.
And she felt somewhat proud (smug?) that her guile and cunning were polished enough to seduce a 50-year-old priest! So her code of sexual freedom had been imposed on his code of chastity. Wonderful, she thought, he had been successfully "converted" to one of life's supreme pleasures. But she had to employ dishonesty to achieve this conversion-this thought gnawed at her.
Janice didn't get to sleep until the dawn was breaking. This was unusual for her, as was the unrest that caused her insomnia. She decided that she'd have to talk this over with Mike in the near future.
CHAPTER TEN
One afternoon several days later, Janice was relaxing in the Hardwood library reading a book about the history of art. She frequently enjoyed curling up with a good book in between the times when she was curling up in bed with a good prick.
She was becoming very absorbed with what she was reading-her immediate environment was very conducive to this type of deep involvement. The brown-haired and extremely attractive young heiress wore only a comfortable and loose-fitting yellow sun shift, with nothing underneath. As she was just about to lift a frosted glass to take a sip of lemonade, Tony burst into the room. He was obviously excited about something.
"Excuse me, Miss Janice," he grunted in his inimitable Neanderthalic manner, "you'd, uh, better come out to the stable ... you see ... uh, nothing's bad yet, but you better-should, uh, come anyway, but....
Janice, confused, knew that Tony always had to be calmed down before there was any hope of ascertaining what the hell he was talking about. She smiled warmly at him and said, "Now, Tony, please relax and slowly tell me what's happening. Just take your time."
Tony took a deep breath, mopped the sweat from his brow with a thick, hairy paw, and made a second attempt to communicate with Janice. "Well, you see, Miss Janice," he said, "it's Sharon."
"Yes, what about her?" Janice prodded him. "Uh ... well, you see, uh, she's on this acid trip out at the stable and the last I saw was that she was taking off her clothes and then ... uh, she told Herb to go and fetch Rudy and...." That was enough for Janice. She got to her feet, casually flipping the book from her lap to the floor. "I'd better have a look. Even if there's no trouble, I don't want to miss anything," she said, leading the hulking, ignorant mass that was Tony out the door and toward the stable.
As a rule, Janice had no objection to the use of drugs as a matter of principle. She was enough of a civil libertarian to believe that what a person did with their own body was up to them, as long as they were fully cognizant of the consequences of their act.
Janice of course disapproved of the dangerous drugs and she was very skeptical about the effects and possible dangers of LSD. She didn't use acid herself-she stuck pretty much to pot, as did the vast majority of the Hardwood artistic colony.
Janice and Tony walked briskly across the spacious grounds to the stables, saying little as they walked. Tony only spoke when spoken to and Janice thought that if she fired any more questions at him, it would just confuse things even more.
The rickety, wooden door of the stable was open. Janice could hear crowd noises coming from inside the stable, heightening her curiosity.
Upon entry, an incredible scene met her eyes. There were perhaps twelve men and women inside the stable, most of them in various states of undress. Laura wore Bermuda shorts, but was nude to the waist, her enormous, torpedo-like tits swinging about attractively as she moved, laughed, and talked. Herb was completely nude. Mike wore just a jock-strap. A few others were completely nude, others completely dressed, or clothed to the point that no private parts were exposed. But it wasn't this beautiful conglomeration of humanity that was the focal point of Janice's stare-it was what they were circled about, Sharon and Rudy, and what they were doing.
As Tony had reported, Sharon appeared to have swallowed a liberal dose of LSD 25. Her eyes took on a glassy stare and she seemed to be mostly unaware of her audience-the powerful hallucinogenic drug had distorted the reality that tripping Sharon was perceiving.
Also consistent with Tony's account, Sharon had stripped off all her clothes. But that wasn't unusual for her-what was unusual for her or anyone else was the act she was engaged in with Rudy, who Herb had apparently been successful in locating.
Sharon's tall, slim body was bent way over, as far as her muscles would allow. Her body undulated wildly, making her firm, little, rounded tits to quiver; her long, straight hair, golden blonde, hung down over her front, almost concealing her face at times. She had her legs spread way apart because she was taking Rudy's screwing from behind-she had to, for Rudy was a Great Dane!
The huge black dog, a popular pet at Hardwood, had mounted Sharon's ass and had its canine cock tightly imbedded in Sharon's hungry pink cunt. Rudy was screwing away and apparently enjoying it. His shiny, smooth, black coat glistened and his pink tongue was hanging loosely out of the side of his open and freely-salivating mouth.
Janice had heard Sharon previously talking about getting fucked by the dog, but she assumed that this was mere fantasizing or idle chatter solely designed to shock the listener. But it was all too clear now that she'd been deadly serious about having a dog give it to her.
Like the other spectators, Janice watched with sheer fascination. This was just too much! For an instant, Janice thought of what the offspring would look like if Sharon happened to get pregnant by Rudy. A few seconds later another image flashed through her mind as she watched the unnatural act taking place before her eyes-if only Father O'Shea could be here to see this!
By now Sharon had tilted her body over frontward so that she was on her knees, but still having the animal prick sliding in and out of her cunt. Either she'd lost her balance or the powerful and indelicate fuck-thrusts by Rudy had pushed her over.
Sharon, really freaked out on the acid, had her hands clasped against the sides of her head while the Great Dane's massive penis pumped in the slit between Sharon's legs, disappearing every other second into the sensitive depths of Sharon's blonde-haired pussy.
The intensity of the dog's penetrations into Sharon's twat was increasing; she was hardly moving at all as she kneeled over taking the Great Dane's prick from behind. Maybe the drug immobilized her, thought Janice, but it was probably because of the fury of Rudy's strong driving pokes into the floor of her vagina.
About a minute more of this furious screwing made Rudy come. And come he did! The tremendous dog's pedigreed seed spilled forth from his thrashing penis into Sharon's slimy cunt in inhuman amounts. The flooding of the alien fluid into her cunt, spurting in creamy waves, felt to Sharon like a rocket bursting inside her. Normally quiet and unemotional, she momentarily stunned her rapt audience by screaming piercingly with exhilaration and delight.
Rudy's prick had by now softened and unlocked from his mate. The Great Dane, satisfied and weakened by the experience, slowly wandered away from Sharon and lay down in a vacant comer of the stable.
Sharon remained bent over on a saddle blanket on the stable floor, even though the dog had finished with her. At this point, it became graphically obvious to the amazed spectators that Rudy had really dumped a huge load of canine come into Sharon's adventurous pussy: down crouching Sharon's thighs flowed streams of the Great Dane's gooey, white come. But the blonde beauty was so enraptured that she ignored the overflow of dog sperm slowly trickling down along the inside of her thighs.
Mike walked over to greet Janice. "Wow! What the hell can you say about that?" he said to her, shaking his head in disbelief.
Janice leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "I guess it's okay, if that's what she's into." Then, looking at Sharon who was still nestled up in a little ball on the floor with his head bowed and hands holding her head, Janice added, "I just hope she's all right. It's really impossible to know what's in her head at this point."
Mystified by Sharon's apparent post-fuck stupor, the group in the stable who had just witnessed the event became silent and worried about her. Herb, who was the best acid trip guide among them, left Laura's side and approached Sharon.
Kneeling down beside her, he gently placed an arm around her shoulders and whispered into her ear. She didn't respond. Trying again, Herb lightly, but affectionately kissed Sharon on the back of her smooth neck. In a louder voice, he inquired of her, "Hey, Sharon are you all right? Let us know, baby."
With her knees still pulled tightly up against her chest, she lazily rolled over onto her back. This movement by the tripping Sharon (who must've thought she was a beach ball or a prenatal infant) for the first time revealed to the others an ear-to-ear smile of contentment!
Her verbal response was "You oughta try it!" Relieved that she was in no difficulty at all, but was actually ecstatic, Janice, Mike, Herb and the other concerned spectators broke into grins once again and relaxed. Some of them once again broke into separate conversations, with the topic being the incredible show that Sharon had just presented, of course. Someone quipped that Sharon and Rudy should be booked for the Ed Sullivan TV Show.
Several people began to leave and head back to the pool or house thinking the show was over. But Sharon stopped them in their tracks by yelling "Janice" in an ear-piercing tone. Sharon, still dazed but smiling broadly, beckoned for Janice to come over to her. Not knowing what the drug-crazed nude blonde wanted, Janice hesitatingly ambled over to her. Sharon had rolled over onto her side and indicated increased awareness of her surroundings.
Janice leaned over to her, saying, "What can I do for you, dear?"
"Janice," she said, slurring the word, "Please go get Jane for me....get her for me ... got somethin' I wanna do ..At first Janice didn't know who she meant.
"Get whom?" Janice asked.
"Bring Jane for me-Cactus Jane," Sharon replied, absolutely stunning those present who knew that Cactus Jane was a goddamn pony! Sharon's show wasn't over yet!
After pausing for an instant to put two and two together, Janice was flabbergasted. "Holy shit! I don't believe this!" she said, the heel of her hand striking her forehead in an expression of astonishment.
She decided to consult Mike and Herb. She had never been forced to decide whether or not to allow a lovely young woman to have sexual relations with a pony. Mike excused himself, saying he had no interest in sharing the responsibility for whatever was going to happen.
Janice and Herb talked it over between themselves. Finally he said, "Well, she's gone this far already. Might as well let her 'do her thing.' What do you think?"
"Oh, hell! I guess so," she agreed and then muttered, "This is so insane ... holy fuckin' shit!" Janice then directed Tony to go to the pony's stall and lead her into the stable. Needless to say, no one was leaving.
After a few minutes' wait (which served as a dramatic pause to heighten the suspense), Tony led the pony into the stable. Sharon, who had some experience in handling horses, got Cactus Jane to he down on the saddle blanket. Sharon struggled to her feet and staggered away to the area where Rudy was loading.
She had fire in her eyes. It was obvious that the. LSD was still having a strong effect on her brain. She reached into her pile of discarded clothing and found the tool she required-a seven-inch battery-operated vibrator.
Sitting down beside Jane, she switched the vibrator on and fiddled with the pony's cunt. She must've known that Jane was in heat because the animal became aroused; then she began to work the artificial screwing device right up Jane's cunt.
This was too much for Mike-he turned and left the stable without fanfare, but it was obvious to Janice that he disapproved of what was going on. She was getting a little disgusted herself.
With pleasure, Sharon screwed Cactus Jane with the vibrator for about ten minutes. She then withdrew it and spread her own pussy open two feet from Jane's mouth. For some reason, she got the horny animal to sniff at her hairy cunt. After sniffing, Jane started to lap away at Sharon's twat with her long, pink tongue.
The pony licked away at Sharon's clitoris making the blonde acid-head very excited and very wet between the legs. Jane licked the hairy cunt like she was being fed. Her tongue slid deeper and deeper into Sharon's pussy, sending her into strange moans and chants of pleasure.
The pony's tongue probed deeply into Sharon-deeper than any human ever could. The strong tongue of Jane caressed the inside of her vagina with more speed and power than she'd ever known. Sharon came soon, eerily yelping as if she, too, was an animal as her climax-releasing cunt fluids poured forth from her warm depths of womanhood.
Even after Sharon had come, Cactus Jane continued to enthusiastically eat her cunt. A weak gesture by Sharon to her fellow-servant Tony was the only thing that could make the pony cease doing its work on the wet, hairy cunt. Tony led Jane back to her stall finally, leaving Sharon half-conscious on the stable floor.
Her shocked audience filed from the scene of the weird act. They said little. What they had witnessed conjured up a complex variety of reactions, all of which defied comment.
With the exception of Tony who had to clean up the smelly mess, Janice was the last of the onlookers to leave the stable. She went looking for Mike, who she found sitting nude in a lounging chair next to the tennis courts. He was alone reading a newspaper.
She didn't know what to say to him. "Um, that was a ... a pretty sobering thing to see," she ventured. Mike looked up at her but didn't speak. Janice had been slightly aware of the fact that Mike was distressed by some of the extreme behavior taking place at Hardwood during the past few weeks.
So that he couldn't ignore her any longer, Janice sat down on the edge of the adjustable chair and placed her hands on his thighs, right next to his big hairy balls.
Janice found it ironic that Mike, who had introduced her to sex at Hardwood on that first day when she was just looking at the property, should be the one to be revolted by Sharon's "animal act."
For the next half hour, they had a frank talk about drugs, morality, their future, and life in general. Janice agreed that maybe things were going a little too far. But she said that she didn't know what to do about it-she didn't want to have to be a censor, like the hypocritical prudes of the repressive outer world. They decided that she should consult Herb and a few of the other Hardwood "regulars" about how to handle things.
With all this off his chest, Mike once again professed his love for Janice. She responded by throwing herself into his arms. His strong arms pulled her body on top of his; he kissed Janice hard on the mouth and forced it open; their tongues passed lovingly into each other's mouth. Their embrace tightened.
Mike's prick was hardening and beginning to push against Janice's wonderful, brown-haired cunt, with only the thin fabric of her yellow shift separating their love organs. Mike's hands slid down along Janice's body, passing the round, narrow waist and settling on her wide, shapely hips.
Janice, still on top of Mike's prone body, planted passionate kisses on his tanned neck and shoulders. He fingered the hem of her yellow outfit and lifted it up past her waist. With both their desire growing, Mike massaged Janice's round ass cheeks with his strong hands.
Instinctively, Janice parted her legs. Mike slid his left hand down into the crack between her smooth, white buttocks. Janice became very turned on by his long rubbing strokes through the tender, hairy valley between her legs. He paused briefly to caress her tight, sensitive asshole, making Janice's breath freeze from the sheer delight of his probing.
She spread her legs even more so that his finger worked up her asshole for an inch or two, quivering with almost electric quickness in the process. Janice reached down to place Mike's stiff rod against her damp cunt lips, while he continued to finger her shithole.
This was too much for Janice. "Oh, please, now, NOW!" she gasped. With a burst of energy, Mike lifted both their hungry, young bodies from the chair and, still joined, he draped his body over hers, as they nestled in the green grass next to the lounging chair.
In one swift motion, Janice spread her beautiful legs to their limit, raised her knees, and arched her back so much that her ass cheeks barely grazed the grass below. Her eyes closed in hominess, Janice presented as big a target as she could-and Mike aimed his eight-inch hard-on right at the parted, pink cuntlips in the midst of the thick, wiry, brown pubic hair that lay before him.
Janice moaned with pleasure as Mike's joystick neatly slid into her cunt. Her pussy oil wettened his cock as it drove in, inch by inch, until all of him had disappeared into her warm, loving cunt.
Their bodies fell into fucking rhythm, with Janice's wonderful, slimy cunt firmly enveloping Mike's powerful, driving fuck strokes. Her yellow frock was pulled up to her wildly heaving chest, leaving one tit exposed and the other tightly covered by the yellow material.
On the soft grass, their naked bodies ground together in a thrashing oneness. Janice's arms were tightly clenched around Mike, her knees pointing upwards and firmly pressing the insides of her lovely thighs against the male torso held between them.
Their bodies thrashed together for almost an hour, until Mike expertly drove them both to a tumultuous climax. At the magic moment when time stood still, they sent their come rushing forth.
From the long fuck in the hot sun, plus an incredibly marvelous and long-delayed third orgasm, Janice almost passed out. Mike's rich geyser of sperm filled her deep vagina. Excess pussy juice and sweat dampened the ground beneath them, some of which had tantalizingly bathed Janice's thighs, pubic hair, and ass crack in the process.
The feverish love-making tired them both, but Janice found enough energy to get up, throw off her shift, and join Mike in a naked sprint across the lawn to the pool for a refreshing, invigorating dip.
They swam to the shallow end where the water was only a few feet deep and relaxed in each other's arms. Janice and Mike basked in the cool water for nearly an hour longer, when the descending sun signaled that the dinner hour was approaching.
After a leisurely dinner, Janice talked with Herb, Mike, and a few others about recent events at Hardwood. The conclusion of the "summit meeting" was that no real, decisive action was necessary at the time, but they would discourage any more animal acts, such as Sharon's that afternoon in the stable. Janie also decided to sever relations with Bobby and Billy. Janice felt that balling these young kids (although great!) was much too risky, because they couldn't be relied on to keep quiet about getting laid at Hardwood. All they'd have to do was brag a little too much so that the truth reached the wrong people-then parents, police, a huge mess-it'd be all over for Janice and friends.
To take Bobby's place working at the stable and taking care of the horses, Janice found a young girl who was a champion rider at a local academy. She wouldn't be able to do any heavy work taking care of the horses, but she was skilled enough to train them and break them in.
Janice felt pretty sure that a 14-year-old girl in her employ would be safe-for the girl's chastity (she'd checked her background and reputation) and her own sanity. Little did she know how wrong she could be!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At first, 14-year-old Cathy Eastman did seem just right for the job. She was very intelligent and well mannered and she was able to work wonders with the horses in a short period of time.
Janice really wasn't too worried about young Cathy getting laid and losing her cherry either. One look at Cathy told Janice that everything would work out just fine. Janice came to this conclusion because Cathy really looked younger than 14-and was so innocent. She probably didn't even know how babies were made, Janice thought to herself.
Cathy kept pretty much to the horses during her first few days at Hardwood. Mike was the only person besides Janice to see her, and he just happened upon her one day when she was grooming a horse in a very secluded wooded area that lay next to a brook. Mike was taking a long walk at the time, just to "get away from it all."
Although she hadn't seen him approaching, Mike had spotted her. He decided to sit down and watch her for a few minutes before going on his way. He thought it silly to strike up a conversation with her because Janice had said how shy and immature she was.
Cathy was above average in height, but very slender-actually skinny, Mike decided. She couldn't have weighed much more than 100 pounds. But she was attractive in a strange sort of way, with her little-girl look about to be transformed into womanhood.
She had very light brown hair that wasn't short but wasn't really long either. Mike thought of how she'd look after a year of filling-out: her nicely-curved ass and hips would take on more shape; her tiny tits would grow fuller; in short, he thought, she just needed time to get some meat on her. But right now, she looked like a typical tomboy.
The latter characteristic was accentuated by her outfit. She wore brown riding boots, dungarees, and a white, sleeveless blouse. As she bent and stretched while brushing the horse, Mike could see that she was wearing a bra-the kid hardly needed one, he thought. And it's always the hags with tits that droop down to their knees that try to get away without wearing bras, Mike mused.
Mike was about to get up and resume his long walk when Cathy did something to keep him right there. She had been working very hard grooming a horse and was perspiring freely in the hot, humid weather.
Assuming she was alone, Cathy was apparently going to take a swim to cool off. She was beginning to undress-Mike decided to stick around for a while!
Cathy unbuttoned the white blouse and dropped it on the ground. She then looked from right to left carefully, to make sure that no one was watching. Mike was well-hidden. Sure she was alone, Cathy reached behind her back, unhooked the bra with a brief struggle, and slipped it off. She was rather flat-chested, but her young breasts were firm and well-rounded, capped by ripe, pink little nipples that jutted out proudly.
She sat down and pulled off her boots. On her feet once again, she rechecked her surroundings to confirm that she wasn't being watched. She then dropped her dungarees and slid off the white panties, exposing the totality of her innocent, young nudity.
Her legs were very long and very thin, with little shape to them-almost like toothpicks. A small patch of light brown pubic hair concealed her tight, virgin cunt. Mike had to concede one thing-she had a great ass! It was gently curved and so large as to be almost disproportionate to the rest of her body. But it wasn't flabby either-in short, just beautiful! He was slightly surprised to find his prick getting hard, pushing against the tight fit of his walking shorts.
Cathy lowered her body slowly into the icy waters of the babbling brook, part of which was an underground stream. Once she had adjusted to the water temperature, she began to frolic about in the refreshing brook.
After a few more playful minutes, Cathy emerged from the water and approached the horse. Mike hoped that she wasn't going to get dressed too soon-he was really starting to enjoy watching her fine, young naked shape.
Instead of getting dressed, Cathy mounted the horse. She was going to take a nude ride, like a modern-day Lady Godiva! Sure enough, she guided the horse for a walk along the bed of the flowing water. But she was headed in Mike's direction! He really had no place to hide without giving himself away.
As fate would have it, when Cathy's mount was only about fifty feet from his hideout, the horse suddenly lost his footing on the uneven and rocky bed of the brook. The horse stumbled and lurched suddenly, throwing Cathy headfirst into the chilly water.
The frightened horse began to run away, but Mike elected to stand up and grab the reins. In the process, he gave away his presence.
Luckily, Cathy didn't hit her head on an underground rock but, seeing Mike, maybe she wished she had. She stood in waist-deep water with her arms crossed over each other to cover her firm little tits, glaring at Mike. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she demanded, angrily.
Mike honestly explained who he was and what he was doing there to nervous Cathy. As he spoke, Mike led the horse along the bank until he was standing near her clothes. Cathy had walked along parallel to him in the water; she still hid her tits, of course.
"You could at least thank me for retrieving your horse, young lady," said Mike jokingly. This remark made Cathy loosen up a bit; she almost even smiled.
"Thank you," she complied. "Now will you please go away so I can get dressed," she testily demanded. Mike was enjoying this confrontation by now-it had been so long since he'd seen a woman who had this girl's orneriness and self-consciousness.
"That water's pretty refreshing, isn't it Cathy," asked Mike. The sudden change of subject momentarily confused her.
"Why, uh, yes it is," she replied. Then, regaining her sense of outrage, she added, "But I don't know what that has to do with anything. Now will you please leave so I can get dressed?"
"You seem to have forgotten that I saw you getting undressed before. So I know what you look like," Mike countered. This undeniable fact got Cathy even more flustered. When Mike took off his shirt and shorts and galloped naked into the water right next to her, she damn near fainted!
It took nearly ten minutes for Mike to calm her down. He explained that even though he was the first naked man she'd ever seen, there was nothing to fear and nothing to be ashamed of, and that she should be proud of her body. Et cetera.
His little speech soothed her so much that she lowered her arms, exposing her tits before him. This close up view of her round little melons gave Mike an unexpected underwater hard-on. If Cathy knew about it, thought Mike, she'd shit!
Mike had finally reached her. From then on, Cathy relaxed and enjoyed the playful aquatic romp about the sylvan setting with her new friend. Her shyness and self-consciousness evaporated.
Cathy and Mike had a swimming race; they rode together on the horse; they skipped stones along the water. During these moments, Mike did his best to conceal his sexual excitement.
But one of their joyous, naked activities brought Mike staring directly into Cathy's strangely appealing sexuality. Literally.
In water that was up to his hairy chest, Mike was giving Cathy a ride on his shoulders. With her feet hooked together several feet in front of his face, Cathy playfully shouted, "Let's go, horsie. Giddyup!"
Mike trotted toward shallower water and tried to give young Cathy a good ride, but, like the actual horse had earlier, he lost his balance and fell. He went underwater with Cathy toppling down with him, her body twisting around in the process.
Despite the fall, energetic young Cathy was far from willing to surrender her mount. "C'mon, horsie, get up! Get up, horsie!" she ordered. Mike did his best to be a good "horsie."
Mike was able to struggle to his feet, but during the spill Cathy's body had turned around-she now remained on his shoulders but she was facing him so that her young cunt was spread right against his face!
Cathy started to fall over backwards, so Mike sat down in the shallow water to break the fall, cupping her round ass cheeks in the process. The light brown pubic hair surrounding the small virgin cunt was too much for Mike to resist-his muscular arms pulled her ass toward him and he then proceeded to fervently kiss her firmly on those neat little pussy lips!
Cathy took a moment to figure out what was causing this sudden, strange, yet enticing feeling down between her legs. "What ... what are you ... are you doing?" she cried. His answer was spoken with a tongue that darted forth between her pink, hairy vaginal opening.
An alien rush of glowing pleasure consumed Cathy, who Mike continued to prop in a semi-sitting position on his face. From natural instincts, Cathy parted her legs more as Mike's deeper tonguing kindled a fire in her young womb.
Mike licked inside her clean, tasty cunt for fifteen passionate minutes, driving Cathy to a peak of wildly heaving ecstasy. Knowing that 14-year-old Cathy wouldn't come, Mike quit lapping her cunt and carried the delirious young girl to the shore. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do when he settled her to the ground and lay down beside her-it was a very existential moment, he thought to himself.
Cathy, partly from hominess and partly out of fear, immediately threw herself into Mike's arms. She plastered her fragile body against his. He eagerly held her naked beauty in his mighty grip and kissed her on the mouth-she hungrily returned his caress with a french passion that welled up in her with desire he never dreamed she could possess!
Mike rubbed her tits and ran his exploring hands along her back until they passed over the smooth mounds of her ass cheeks. His loving released greater passion in the teenage girl, as his hands stroked her smooth, lean legs and passed through the canyon between them.
But during all this very enjoyable foreplay, there was one nagging question on his mind that would have to be resolved soon: Could he, or should he, screw this delicious 14-year-old virgin piece of ass?
Events subsequently answered the crucial question for Mike. He fingered the greasy bead of her young clitoris and gently kissed the rose blossoms on her chest; the desire rising in Mike's loins paralleled the hunger that Cathy was generating. They had to have each other.
Trying to get Cathy ready, Mike shoved his middle finger all the way in her virgin cunt-he slid it in and out thrilling Cathy and making her lubricating juices flow. The tender walls of her fine pussy were soon coated with the slick fluid.
Mike guessed she was ready to lose her cherry-the rest would be up to his educated penis. He mounted Cathy's frail, young frame and aimed his hard prick at the small patch of pubic hair that sheltered entry to her tight, little twat. Cathy, breathing heavily and undulating underneath Mike's powerful body, spread her legs as far apart as she could.
With a determined thrust forward, Mike socked the smooth tip of his cock forward so that it was snug against her cunt opening. As he did so, Mike braced for the screams of protest from Cathy-but they never came.
She only showed the obvious pain of initial entry by facial grimaces. Mike drove his fuck-stick through her tight sex canal, and her muscles grudgingly stretched with the sheer force of his penetrating, stiff rod.
The rough part was soon over-her cunt bathed his prick with oil and adjusted to its entry. Mike slid his cock in and out of Cathy with lightning speed, bringing yelps of heady pleasure from the young girl.
Cathy's tight cunt and eager, athletic body gave Mike a marvelous fucking. She had nothing to compare his driving thrusts to, but she was obviously going out of her mind with delight-her slim body thrashed about like it was electrically charged.
As he felt himself about to deliver his climactic load, Mike pulled out of Cathy's fiery, wet cunt. He dumped his thick, white cream onto Cathy's smooth stomach, just above her pubic hair.
He threw himself into her slender, waiting arms after all his steamy come had safely dribbled onto her flat stomach, some of it flowing into her shallow navel.
After they had a chance to catch their breath, Cathy and Mike dashed into the water for a cool dip. She took the opportunity to wash the gooey come from her body. Mike washed the blood which coated his long prick.
"I never thought that would've happened in a million years," said Mike. He meant what he said-it wasn't in his nature to go around porking 14-year-olds. But Cathy was truly special-she just grew on him.
Cathy smiled at her lover and replied, "I'm glad it did. No one ever touched me before, but it wasn't rape-you should know that." He kissed her again and held her close.
It was getting late and Cathy said that she'd better dress and ride back to the stable and finish her chores before sundown. Mike agreed with her, but expressed his urge to kiss her cunt some more before they departed. She eagerly raised her knees and pushed them outward, giving Mike easy access to her furry, little twat.
He burrowed his face deep in between her strong thighs and lapped at her cunt lips, making her juices flow once again. Mike shoved his tongue as far into her fragrant-smelling pussy as he was able, and fingered her round, tight asshole as he ate away at her insides.
Cathy's whole body came alive under Mike's oral love-making. She writhed and shook in a crescendo of sexual joy until the shattering moment came-for the first time in her life, young Cathy came. Moaning uncontrollably, she spilled forth a cloudy torrent of sticky come juice into Mike's waiting mouth. At the magic moment, he thrust his open mouth snuggly up against her parted cunt lips in order to drink as much of her tangy-yet-sweet come as possible.
Mike swallowed as much of the delicious cunt fluid as Cathy could produce, and that was plenty! When she was finished, he withdrew his face from her wonderful, young cunt-he probably could have spent another hour there!
Again, he took Cathy into his arms. "God! What a great feeling that was ... I don't know what you did, Mike, but it sure felt terrific," said naive Cathy who didn't know that she'd had a climax-her first-but all she knew was that it was the best feeling she'd ever imagined.
Mike briefly explained to Cathy what had happened. He was thinking now that what he needed was a good blow job, no matter what the hell time it was getting to be.
"I know how great that felt, Cathy. And it's such a shame that we don't have time for you to give me the same wonderful feeling," Mike said to her, trying to get her to return the compliment.
Cathy pondered the proposition for a moment. Then she turned to him and said with a smile of anticipation, "Well, I think there might just be enough time ... let's see, um, I could really hurry through my chores and...." It worked. There was no retreat now!
"But you'll have to tell me what to do," Cathy reminded him.
"Oh, it's easy," Mike assured her. "You lick and kiss my thing and then french it. You just suck it until it comes, like you did in my mouth, and then you swallow my love cream. It's really fun-you'll love it," he added with enthusiasm. The explicit instructions had excited him already and his massive prick was projecting stiffly at right angle to his fine body.
Cathy was responding well to her initiation to the world of sex-she seemed to be acting like it was one big, exciting adventure. She listened very attentively to his instructions on how she should make love to his huge prick with her mouth.
She did as she was told. The 14-year-old graceful, slim beauty hungrily kissed Mike's hard cock and slowly ran her wet tongue up and down the smooth length of his powerful, sensitive rod. As she did so, she ran her hands through his dense crop of pubic hair and cupped and rolled his balls around with child-like fascination. Natural talent!
Cathy took so long teasing and tantalizing his lusty fuck-stick that he thought he'd shoot the instant her mouth covered the knob of his hard-on. He didn't, but the contact sent a surge of pleasure streaking through his entire being. "Beautiful! Beautiful, Cathy," he encouraged her.
By now Cathy was taking the entire length of Mike's prick into her mouth. The sucking strokes were just fine-all the way in to the back of her throat and then all the way out, except for the very tip. As if this wasn't all a man could ever ask for, round ass cheeks spread before him as the kneeling cherub bent over and worked on his cock with her warm, loving mouth.
Mike couldn't help reaching out and fondling her fine ass as she methodically sucked away. He even probed and toyed with her asshole and her hair-lined cunt that peeked out between her magnificent buttocks. All this gentle probing made Cathy suck even harder! Mike knew he wouldn't be much longer.
And true to his thought, Mike soon couldn't hold back his Himalayan climax, no matter how much he tried to delay it to enjoy the wonderful blow job for a few seconds more. The furious rush of steamy sperm into Cathy's mouth momentarily stunned her, but she continued sucking as the heavy cream spurted from his fountain.
As her older master had instructed, Cathy swallowed all of the come and apparently enjoyed doing so. She sucked and swallowed in an alternating pattern until she'd digested every last drop. After Cathy had removed the softening organ from her mouth, she even drank the creamy residue from the head of Mike's prick with delicate flicks of her tongue. Mike appreciated such intense dedication to the (blow) job at hand.
For what had to be the last time (for this afternoon, at least), Cathy flopped into Mike's arms in exhaustion. For a beginner, and a 14-year-old beginner at that, she'd had a full workout. To Mike's surprise, Cathy commented on how much she enjoyed sucking him off and how unexpectedly tasty the come had been as she'd gulped it down.
Cathy had rapidly gone from one extreme to the other, thought Mike-from complete inhibition and inexperience to uninhibited expertise. What a chick!
Finally, it was time to depart ... for real. Cathy lazily got up and threw on her clothes. They passionately kissed goodbye and made plans to meet tomorrow, same place, same time. Mike could hardly wait, and neither could Cathy, who reluctantly mounted the horse, and galloped away, waving as she disappeared.
Mike, pretty damn worn out himself, started to sort out his clothes. As he did so, he contemplated and rehashed the incredible events of the past few hours. Just goes to show, he thought, that anything can happen when it comes to sex-you just never know about anyone, no matter how obvious things may appear.
His pleasant daydream was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a person's footsteps behind him. He whirled around quickly, preparing to defend himself. It was Janice! Holy shit! Had she been watching the whole scene?
"Hi, Mike," Janice greeted him with a friendly air about her. He tried to compose himself.
"Hello, dear," he replied, trying to appear as cool and collected as possible under the circumstances. "How long have you been ...?"
"You mean how long have I been hanging around here? Have I been here long enough to see you screw, eat and get blown by that pre-pubic Annie Oakley?" she aggressively interrupted him.
Her analogy made him laugh; he couldn't help it. He also was coming to the realization that, even though he had been caught red-handed, Janice had no right to condemn him. After all, she'd participated in the same basic act with young Billy. And then there was her tacit approval of Sharon's "animal act." And he could cite other incidents if necessary.
But he could see that it wouldn't be necessary. Janice knew that Mike's quick mind would use these incidents to "justify" his violation of Janice's 14-year-old employee, who she had thought would be immune to anyone's sexual advances.
Janice erupted into a wide grin herself. Obviously, she had only wanted to scare him, partly out of jealousy that she wasn't his partner.
"Yes, dear, I saw the whole show. Pretty good job you did on her ... on both her body and her mind. I've gotta hand it to you, Mike, you're pretty damn sharp," she said to him with an expression displaying both admiration and indignation.
"Now look, you can't really blame me. If you were spying on us from the beginning, you could see that it all just, well, er ... uh ... happened," Mike parried. For the first time he realized that while he was smugly spying on young Cathy, Janice had been spying on both of them!
Janice confirmed that she had been there from the beginning and had been engaged in a subtle act of voyeurism on Mike and the fine, young thing that he'd been setting his hidden sights on. As she spoke, Janice seemed to have something up her sleeve; Mike knew her well enough to catch that.
"Well, it sure is ironic," mused Janice, "that you were so worried a few days ago about keeping wild me from fooling around so much and now the roles have been reversed. Now I've got to get you under control."
"You've got a point," Mike tersely replied. The serious import of Janice's remark, though stated casually, had erased the smile from his face.
Mike could sense that her trump card was about to be played. But he had no idea what to expect from her.
"I guess the logical solution to our mutual problem would be to get married after all," Janice said to him. Sure enough, she dropped a blockbuster.
"Wow! Wonderful!" replied Mike joyfully. He was so pleased that he was almost speechless. He embraced her and kissed the woman he loved.
Arm-in-arm, they strolled back to the house, talking about their future together. Janice confided to her future husband that, although it hadn't been obvious, she had been reconsidering his proposal constantly since the night he'd proposed to her. She also mentioned that she'd been having less and less frequent relations with others in recent weeks; Mike realized that this was true, even though he hadn't really noticed it until she mentioned it.
They also had a serious discussion of the implications of the Father O'Shea incident. She felt relieved to talk about it, because it had been lingering on her consciousness since that weird night's seduction.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Janice and Mike realized that they'd have to have their marriage ceremony at a church in her quiet, dull midwestern home town. After all, she figured that this was a hassle they would just have to put up with because weddings (and the cocktail parties, formal dinners, brunches, and other affairs that were part of the festivities) were very important social occasions to most parents, especially socially-prominent ones, like her family.
Besides, Mike reminded her, it was her father's money that had made Hardwood and their introduction possible in the first place. Janice couldn't risk getting cut off by her old man. She didn't really detest them anymore-she understood that they did the best they could with their Victorian hangups.
Of course, everyone was delighted to hear the good news-Janice and Mike were very well liked. A quick plane trip home to announce the engagement also was extremely auspicious: Mr. and Mrs. Carwell were quite impressed by Mike's good looks and manners, his Eastern education, and the fine vocational and social credentials he presented.
Janice and Mike decided to go along with the church ceremony and reception at her parents' country club. But, when all the unsuspecting "straight" people on the home front thought they would be jetting off for a honeymoon in the Bahamas, they would actually fly back east for another reception at Hardwood, and then split for the Bahamas.
All this plotting required attention to seemingly trivial details like flight numbers, luggage, and other transportation arrangements. Mike handled them so they came off without a hitch.
On the wedding day, Mr. and Mrs. Michael Sheldon jetted through two time zones, deplaned and boarded a waiting chartered Bell X-100 helicopter which set them down on Hardwood's improvised landing strip in time for the second wedding reception. This was the one that really mattered to them.
By the time they arrived, all the guests had already assembled. They included the Hardwood "regulars" as well as infrequently visiting artists, and the hip crowd in and around Milton, Rhode Island.
The reception was in keeping with the traditional Hardwood life-style that these younger "beautiful people" had come to know and love.
The reception had been very well-programmed. A gigantic, colorful striped circus tent had been pitched on a great expanse of the lawn. It was complete with portable lighting, refrigeration units, and sound system for the Rock bands' many amplifiers and speakers.
The guests were dressed for the occasion. Most of the women were nude to the waist and some were completely nude-but all had wild designs painted on their bodies. Some just had psychedelic patterns, brightly painted on their shapely frames; but most were painted to resemble costumes they were "wearing." For example, there were various animals, ballerinas, princesses, and nurses depicted in paints on the naked bodies. To enhance the realism, some of the women had even shaved their pubic hair!
The men were in similar states of undress and had "costumes" painted on their bodies. Of course, the protrusions of well-hung pricks and balls detracted from the realism. But no one seemed to mind.
After the newlyweds had been cheered and greeted by their throngs of celebrants, they shed their formal wedding attire. Fittingly enough, Janice and Mike soon had King and Queen costumes skillfully painted on their naked bodies. Someone had even gotten costume-jeweled crowns for them to wear!
The royal couple was then led to their makeshift throne, complete with young attendants including Laura and Cathy, that had been constructed with painstaking detail at the end of a long, red carpet.
The band played a Rock version of the "Here Comes the Bride" as the proud couple marched to the thrones, to the delight of the gleeful onlookers. Then all the guests lined up in couples and presented themselves on the red carpet to the royal couple.
The vibrations were perfect. Everyone was laughing and singing; imported Champagne was flowing; joints were being passed around. People were doing what they wanted to do and no one was bugging anyone else-perfect vibrations.
After the presentations were awarded, and virtually every "costume" was loudly applauded, some of the guests danced to the piercing Rock music and flashing strobe lights that bathed the center of the tent in a rainbow of colors.
Others got something to eat at the sumptuous buffet table along one side of the tent where every conceivable delicacy from the far corners of the world were available. Still others, who couldn't wait, ate each other.
Sharon, not unexpectedly, was one of these enthusiasts, probably because of the fact that she had been smoking pot while waiting for the helicopter and by now she was very stoned. Her "costume" was one of the most provocative of all the creative ideas represented-Sharon had a nun's habit painted on her nude body!
A girl that Sharon didn't know very well was a devout Catholic. Therefore, the black and white paints on Sharon's lithe body had offended her-until Sharon was able to convince the girl that she was actually masquerading as a penguin.
Sharon was dancing with a guy who had a basketball player's uniform painted on his nude body. But Sharon's was so out of her skull on loco weed that her body just couldn't keep pace with the fast music. So, admitting defeat as a go-go girl, she decided to go down on her partner right on the middle of the dance floor, amid other couples.
George, Sharon's partner, was somewhat embarrassed by her attempts to blow him in front of everyone-especially at a wedding reception! So he kept right on dancing so that his big prick and balls flopped about right in front of her face.
What evolved was a very humorous scene: Sharon, wrecked on pot, kneeling and trying to grab the genitals bouncing around in front of her face. The other nude dancers' jumping around wildly and the hypnotically flashing colored lights added to her inability to grab George's rig.
At the urging of some friends, George finally quit dancing and let Sharon have her fun. By now she had been pretty frustrated, so she hungrily speared his massive prick and fed it into her mouth.
Their act was attracting a crowd that gathered about the beautiful couple and shouted cheers of encouragement. Shortly, George was on the floor with a dancing schlong as hard as granite. And Sharon, with whom you expected the unexpected, showed her impromptu audience a trick they'd never seen before-she was sucking George's hard, hairy dick in time with the music!
The girl without the energy to dance to the music sure could suck to it. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically until George shot in her mouth-Sharon of course swallowed every last drop of the thick, warm come.
But by now Sharon was the center of attention; other men were taking a definite interest in her. Shortly before George had propelled his load of sperm into her hard-working mouth, Dave struck from the rear with a huge hard-on.
Dave had worked his cock into Sharon's tight, little asshole by the time she finished with George. Now Herb stepped forth with an erection, indicating that he also wanted to join the fun.
Amid the intoxicating colored lights and twang of guitars, Herb crudely began ramming his prick into blonde, shapely Sharon's cunt-this was the only way he could get it in her, since Dave was giving her asshole a good, hearty screwing up the ass at the same time!
Predictably, the spectacle of Sharon (in a semi-sitting position) getting publicly fucked by two pricks at once drew even more onlookers. With only a thin membrane separating the two stiff pricks powerfully driving into her, Sharon jumped about spasmatically. She settled a little when Dave and Herb managed to coordinate their penetrating thrusts into their common love object.
"C'mon fellas, give it to me! Fuck me hard!" screamed Sharon, as if they weren't already firing their enormous cocks into the limits of her twin holes. Dave and Herb managed to come together into Sharon; the twin jets of hot sperm shooting into Sharon in unison made her shriek and undulate as if she was burning up!
When they were through, Sharon couldn't even move; she just lay exhausted in her nun's outfit on the middle of the dance floor. Similar little sideshows were spontaneously staged under the huge tent during the rest of the evening.
There was, for example, a four-way job taking place on top of a square table. The four bodies comprised the four sides of the square in a boy-girl-boy-girl configuration-each guy ate a cunt and got blown at the same time, with all four connected in the square of the oral sex orgy.
Not to mention, of course, the standard twosomes screwing away here and there as the evening progressed. No one could, nor did they want to, escape the contagious spread of the joyous feelings of exhilaration.
Somehow, order was restored at the magic moment when it was deemed time for the wedding couple's public consummation. It was Herb's idea, with the newlyweds in eager agreement, that it would be entirely appropriate to have the honored couple consummate their marriage in full view of their 40 or so closest friends. The public, sacred marriage fuck, they reasoned, was totally consistent with the lack of inhibition and "togetherness" that characterized life at Hardwood.
With a flourish of trumpets and lofty pronouncements, the royal bed was carried in by male attendants and placed before the "throne." All the guests gathered closely around the bed to witness the marriage's consummation.
Janice and Mike, with more than a little fanfare, climbed onto the bed and began making love. The assembled crowd didn't hang them up-they'd been wanting each other very badly all day.
They kissed, wrapped their arms about their spouses' fine bodies; Janice sucked her husband's prick a little to make sure that he was good and ready. Then Mike drove his prick through the brown tuft of pubic hair and into Janice's juicy pussy.
The newlyweds put on an expert display of love-making before the admiring guests. They fucked in the standard position for a few minutes, until Mike's bullish thrusts made Janice come for the first time.
Still linked together, Janice and Mike rolled over and screwed in a hurricane of frenzied lust. Shortly, the beautiful bride unleashed another stream of torrential, sticky cunt juice.
But Janice and Mike's sacred consummation wasn't over yet: they humped while sitting, lying on their sides, and like dogs. For the finale they finally returned to the standard position. The wildly applauding and shouting guests were undeniably impressed by such an expert display of love-making.
With the torrid tour of the coital positions completed, the newlyweds came together. Mike let loose a spurting load of cream into his wife's hot pussy. His life-giving fluid shot as if coming from a powerful hose-nozzle, casting a final straw that induced Janice to splash forth the gooey liquid of her third climax.
The newlyweds lay in each others arms, massaged by the loud whoops, screams, and applause of the audience. Into the wee hours of the morning the naked, turned-on celebrants acted out their sensuous tribal rites.
During this joyous pageantry, Mike and Janice showered off their royal costumes, boarded the helicopter, and headed for the Caribbean.
In the ensuing years, Hardwood's life-style of free expression and uninhibited creativity continued in its unique manifestation of orderly but unstructured activity. And Mike and Janice lived a fulfilling life of peace and love, free from the pressures, competition, and hypocrisy of modern society.