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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
Bookstore For Boys
Chapter 1
Jennifer Watson drummed her fingers impatiently on the
counter and with a sour expression regarded the expensively bound
hardback book, featuring on the cover a statue of Aphrodite, that
lay out before her. Then she lifted her eyes to the swarthy and
somewhat shifty-eyed distributor who stood waiting before her.
She was briefly but acutely aware that his attention had been
focused not on the book, nor on her face even. He'd been leering
lasciviously at the fully upthrust mounds of her breasts, breasts
whose inviting shape could not be concealed even in the most
modest of blouses.
The twenty-four-year-old blonde scowled in irritation, and
across from her Lou Kelly smiled.
"I've told you, Lou," Jennifer began tiredly. "I don't know
how many times I've told you. I'm not turning this bookstore into
some kind of Scandinavian sex shop. And that's that."
"Honey," Lou said, slurring the word slightly to reveal not
surprisingly that he'd done more drinking than eating during his
lunch. "This is different. This is the hottest selling item in
town right now."
"I don't care. And don't call me 'honey'. Moby Dick hardly
even sold while Melville was alive and it's the American classic.
Sales mean nothing. I mean, there's no relation between appeal
and quality. I opened this shop because I wanted to offer good
literature to this neighborhood, and God must know as well as you
that that's something these people have rarely been subjected to.
There's a junior high school a block down the street and this
store is full of those kids every afternoon. That's not the kind
of book I want them to find here."
"It's not that kind of book," Lou said with conviction. Then
he grinned, wickedly, lecherously. "And anyway, if you think
those little fuckers come in here because they're interested in
high class literature ..."
"Lou!" Jennifer hissed, again conscious of the man's eyes
roving over her voluptuous young body as though to illustrate the
meaning of his remark. But the telltale flush that heated her
cheeks would have been enough to let him know that she recognized
the truth in what he'd said. And it was true. She'd grudgingly
admitted that some time ago. Evidence made the fact inescapable.
Every afternoon around three, the shop was flooded with thirteen
and fourteen-year-olds. Most of them were boys. They rarely
bought books, and many of them displayed little interest in even
looking at them. But they did look at Jennifer. Sometimes she
even overheard their crass remarks. It was at times embarrassing,
at times infuriating, and commonly the young owner felt almost
like a piece of meat on display in a butcher's showcase.
But ever since she was a young girl, devouring everything of
taste and quality she could find to read, Jennifer had regarded
good writing almost with a reverence. And she told herself that
if, as a result of their prurient interest and curiosity in her,
even one of these generally lower-middle class youngsters was able
to develop an appreciation for literature, all the discomfort she
suffered would be worth it. She carried out this rationalization
somewhat as a stern missionary's sexy looking wife might allow
herself to be goggle-eyed by a band of heathen savages,
rationalizing her becoming the object of their impure thoughts and
desires with the trust that their proximity to her scripture-
touting husband would lead eventually to the saving of their
eternal souls.
Yes, Jennifer realized, it was with a reverence that she
regarded great writing. It was indeed partly that reverence that
had lead her to marry a young man considered by many critics to be
the most promising American fiction writer to appear on the scene
since the 1920's. And though this was something she'd tried to
avoid admitting to herself, it was to some extent her feeling that
by commercializing his last and most successful novel he'd
violated the trust of his God-given talent and had precipitated
the two of them into a premature divorce.
"Hit a little too close to home with that one, huh?" Lou
Kelly asked to interrupt her reverie.
"No, Lou, you did not hit close to home. I was thinking
about something else."
"Stephen, maybe. You know, there's some pretty sexy stuff in
his book."
Again Jennifer's face flushed. She followed the
distributor's gaze to the display of her ex-husband's latest
novel, and as she did so she remembered something that caused a
little flutter of nausea to begin deep in the pit of her stomach.
That, she thought. My God, I wonder if I will ever be able to
forget that.
"Look, baby," Lou said, reaching across the counter to put
his hand on Jennifer's bare arm below the sleeve of her blouse.
"I've got a big nice display poster for The Joy of Sex. Let me
set it up for you in the front window, with six sample copies.
Just see how it goes. Then next week you can place your order.
If you're going to keep this place open you've got to sell
something every once in a while. Okay?"
There was a certain truth in that, Jennifer remarked mentally
to herself. But that had nothing to do with her answer. She was
just tired of arguing, and now she had something else on her mind
anyway. "All right, Lou. Set up the display. I guess if my
adult readers want to read that stuff I have no right to say they
can't."
"Thatta girl," Lou said.
But the man made no move toward the task. He stood where he
was, his eyes again roving hungrily over Jennifer's young shapely
body.
"Well?" she said after a moment, her irritation showing in
her voice.
"Let me treat you for dinner and ... uh ... you know, a good
time."
"No! Can't you get that through your thick skull?"
"You'll come around. You're just playing hard to get," Lou
paused? smiling lecherously. "What's the use of starving yourself
for what every woman needs? Your ex-hubby's sure not missing out
on any fun with those movie starlets hanging all over him."
"Set up that damned display of yours and get out of here!"
Jennifer hissed. Then, to the raucous laughter echoing behind
her, she turned and stalked through the door into the back of the
shop, where she maintained a little living room-kitchenette in
which she could cook or even sleep on the fold-out couch, should
the impulse strike her. She passed on through into the bathroom,
seizing a brush from the cabinet and beginning to tear almost
viciously at her long blond hair.
Damn that creep, Jennifer thought bitterly. But it was true,
what he'd said about the movie starlets. She knew that only too
well. She'd seen it with her own eyes and even now she trembled
to recall the shocking scene she'd encountered the night she'd
come back to their suite in the Ambassador, where Stephan was
negotiating the sale of his second novel to the movies, and found
him in bed with the two young screen hopefuls. It hung now before
her eyes, a stark and shattering vision of squirming naked bodies,
trembling breasts and waggling buttocks and wildly scissoring
thighs.
And that had been the catalyst. That had been the last straw
that had driven her to leave, to break off their marriage.
"Sure you won't reconsider dinner?"
Jennifer started at hearing the voice behind her. She turned
and peered through the open door to the curtained entrance of the
bookstore proper, where she could see that Lou Kelly had come
behind the counter and stood again leering at her, seeming to
relish the glistening tears that streaked her cheeks.
"Get out of here, Lou," Jennifer said in a low, cracked
voice. "Just get out of lore and leave me alone."
Kelly shrugged and turned and left. Seething with
bitterness, Jennifer pivoted back to the mirror. She took a towel
from the rack beside the washbasin and carefully dabbed the tears
from her cheeks, then applied just the most conservative amount of
make-up to mask her red eyes. As she was finishing, she heard the
jangling of the bell that warned the front door of the shop was
opening. The following chatter of young male voices informed her
that the first of the afternoon school crowd had arrived.
Jennifer took a deep breath, then walked through back into
the shop, frowning as she saw that a number of young boys had
gathered outside on the street to look through the window at the
advertising display for The Joy of Sex. But she knew she
shouldn't have expected different. Managing to regain some of the
composure she'd lost during her conversation with the book's
distributor, Jennifer walked briskly across the store to the front
entrance and emerged into the street. She paused, hands on her
hips, staring sternly at the boys gathered there. The little
group fell silent and several of the youngsters looked at her
somewhat resentfully. Then they moved on away down the street.
The voluptuous blonde divorcee waited until they reached the
corner, then moved up to take a look at Kelly's display for
herself, blushing as she saw that the six copies of the book were
accompanied by a tall cardboard full-color poster of a naked man
and woman, locked in warm embrace. They were photographed in
profile and it was only the tight fit of their naked bodies that
served to partially conceal the woman's lusciously rounded breasts
and the forbidden little nipples that crowned them.
For an extended moment Jennifer stared through the glass at
the photograph. In spite of her indignation at finding it
displayed in her own showcase, she had to admit that it was
tastefully done. And the taste wasn't in the appeal of two
extremely attractive models who'd posed for it, nor in the fact
that it did not go out of its way to be vulgar or more revealing.
The taste lay in the fact that a moment seemed to have been
captured, revealed in the look of warm satisfaction in the man's
eyes and the loving gratitude of the woman's. It was intended to
depict a man and woman who had just made love, Jennifer realized
with a sudden intensification of her breathing, and they had made
love very well together, each to the other's satisfaction. And
that was something she hadn't known for so long. She could hardly
even remember that feeling. But she had experienced it. She had
experienced it exquisitely and wonderfully, but oh so long ago.
But this still wasn't the kind of display she wanted in her
show window, the young woman reminded herself, snapping out of her
wistful reverie, and suddenly she turned and walked back into the
shop, down along the bookracks to the window. To the astonishment
of several of the young boy's gathered around, she reached over
into the display window and retrieved the poster. To the half
playful protests of the youngsters she carried it back through the
curtain to the rear of the shop. Then she paused for a moment, a
wave of nostalgia passing over her as she looked at it again and
remembered. With a sigh she turned and moved back into the shop.
Most of the rest of the afternoon passed in comparative
peace. The schoolboys lingered for a half hour or so and
gradually filtered out. A few adult customers came and left. She
sold two copies of her ex-husband's new novel and an elderly
spinster bought a copy of The Joy elf Sex. It was almost closing
time when the lone and somewhat nervous young boy came in.
"Hello," Jennifer said cheerfully. "Can I help you with
something?"
The boy stopped just inside the door and for a moment
Jennifer thought he was going to retreat. He was cute and dark-
headed, thirteen or fourteen, she would have guessed. In his hand
he was carrying a small brown paper sack.
"Oh ... no, ma'am," he said after a moment. "I just want to
look ... around."
"Please do," Jennifer said, returning her attention to the
order list she'd been examining before the boy arrived.
A moment later the attractive blonde was disturbed again by
the shy-looking youngster. He had approached the counter and he
was staring at her almost fearfully. As she leaned over to look
down at him Jennifer noticed that he was holding something behind
his back.
"Yes?" she asked with a slight frown.
"Seven dollars and ninety-five cents?" the boy blurted,
plopping the paper sack onto the counter with a jangling that
indicated it was filled with coins, and producing from behind his
back a copy of The Joy of Sex.
Jennifer's mouth dropped open with surprise and for a moment
she could think of not a word to say. Before her the young boy's
face gradually reddened and again she had the feeling he was on
the verge of fearful flight.
"What is your name?" she finally croaked, realizing as she
asked it how stupid the question sounded.
"Skip."
"Skip who?"
"Skip ... Palmer," the boy said, fidgeting nervously. "You
can ... you can count it. I broke a piggy bank I've had since I
was a ... a kid and there was over eighteen dollars in it."
Almost absently Jennifer weighed the sack of coins. "I
wasn't doubting your honesty. I just wonder why a boy your age
would want to spend that much money for a book like this."
"Because ... because ... I ..." the cute teenager's voice
faltered.
"How old are you?" Jennifer persisted.
"Fifteen. Well ... fourteen and a half."
"And what do you think your parents would say if they knew
you were buying a book like this?"
"They wouldn't ... they wouldn't say anything," the boy
replied even more defensively and nervously than before.
"Would they disapprove?"
"No."
"You mean to say they would approve?"
"No. I ... I didn't say that either."
"Then what do you mean exactly?"
Skip Palmer swallowed hard. "They're dead."
Jennifer felt the color drain from her face. Her throat was
dry and her heart was pounding furiously and before her the young
boy was almost visibly squirming. "I'm sorry," she managed at
last. "I'm sorry, I couldn't have guessed."
"They got killed in a car wreck last year. Down in New
Mexico where we lived. Then I was sent here to San Francisco to
live with my grandmother. And that ... that's why I want the
book."
Jennifer blinked. "I don't know if I see the connection."
Then the story came flooding out, as if the boy thought he could
win her consent by keeping up a steady conversation.
"See, I'm sort of ... sort of a freak in school here, because
these kids grow up a lot faster than we grew up back there. Most
of the guys in my class know everything about ... about what's in
that book. And I don't know anything. I don't even know where to
start with ... you know, with a girl. And if I try to ask some of
the other guys they think I'm a queer or something."
Even Jennifer blushed at hearing the innocent-looking
teenager use that crude word. But at the same time her heart went
out to him. She was almost running over with empathy and
compassion.
"And I can't ask my grandmother. She doesn't talk about
anything but sin and hellfire and ever-lasting damnation. So I've
got to have the book, don't you see?"
"But ... Skip. This book was not intended for boys your
age." Jennifer leaned forward and took the book gently from the
young boy's hands. "This was designed for married couples. To
help them ... get more out of their lives with each other."
"But that's what I want to know about. What married people
do. That's what the other boys talk about and even some of them
... do it sometimes."
"Oh Skip!" Jennifer gasped. "Don't talk like that." She
paused, observing the youngster's desperately pleading face. Then
she pushed the sack of coins slowly back across the counter. "And
I can't take your money. I can't sell you this book. Can't you
imagine what your grandmother would say if she found it?"
"But I won't let her find it."
"That's not the point!" Jennifer snapped, surprised at the
irritation in her voice.
But the edge to her tone was enough to take Skip aback. He
retreated a step from the table, hanging his head sadly, blinking
fast as though he would cry. Then he seized the paper sack and
turned and stumbled hurriedly for the door. He was about to go
out when Jennifer stopped him, hardly able to even believe the
words as they burst spontaneously to her own lips:
"Skip. Come back tomorrow about the same time. I'll look
through the book tonight and select some passages I think will be
suitable for a boy your age, if there are any. The material you
need to know. We can go over it together, and I'll do my best to
answer whatever questions you have."
Chapter 2
It was with increasing apprehension that Jennifer awaited her
after-closing engagement with Skip Palmer the next day. She still
wasn't sure what it was that had prompted her to make her offer to
go through The Joy of Sex with him. She hadn't even thought about
the lack of wisdom in her proposal until the words were out of her
mouth, and by then it was too late for her to back out.
Nor had she been encouraged by her hasty reading, last night,
of the book itself. Though it was not really dirty, at least not
in the sense of a dirty joke, it was explicit. It left very
little to the imagination, and in spite of her own high moral
standards even Jennifer had found some of the passages hard to
resist. She could not help remembering the happier times in her
own married life, when she and Stephan had made each other happy,
when they'd done little things almost exactly as they were
described in the book. And the recollection tapped an unfulfilled
source of longing deep within her body. The Joy of Sex, she had
to admit, was a compelling piece of literature. But she still
didn't have the slightest idea how she was going to bring herself
to go through it with Skip Palmer.
As six o'clock neared, the blonde divorcee found herself
hoping that the young boy would not make his appearance? hoping he
would be just as nervous as she and would finally not have the
nerve to come back. But as the hour came and passed, she felt a
twinge of inexplicable disappointment. Instead of seizing the
opportunity to close the shop and leave, she sat mutely, still
waiting. Perhaps fifteen minutes passed, then she started as the
door opened and the handsome youngster came rushing in.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he blurted. "My grandmother had some
errands for me to do."
"That's ... all right, Skip," Jennifer said slowly. She was
sitting on the stool behind the counter, her legs crossed and her
modest length skirt smoothed gently down over her sensuous thighs.
Skip was standing across the counter, waiting in silence. She
thought a long time must have passed before she realized she was
staring at him. "Oh!" the older woman said suddenly? shifting on
the stool. "Let me close up and then we'll get to ... to the
book."
Conscious of the boy's eyes on the curves of her shapely
body, Jennifer moved from behind the counter, went and locked the
front door and drew the shades over the windows. Then she
hesitantly led Skip back through the curtain and into the little
room at the back of the shop, where the book The Joy of Sex, lay
already open on the coffee table before the couch, turned to a
chapter entitled Caresses for Building Excitement.
"All right, Skip," the nervous blonde said. "I suppose we
should both sit on the couch so we can ... so we can look at the
book together."
"Yes, ma'am!" Skip replied with almost too much enthusiasm.
Jennifer looked at the teenager apprehensively for an instant
before moving to take a seat. He came quickly around to join her,
his eyes eagerly taking in the color photo of a man kissing a
woman on the neck on the page to which the book was opened.
Crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt down to her knees,
the uneasy blonde cleared her throat. "All right, Skip. I must
admit I hardly know where to begin but ..."
"You can begin wherever you want to. It's all interesting to
me."
"Yes, I'm ... sure it is." Jennifer glanced down at the
photograph, then started to skim over the introduction to the
chapter she'd selected. "As I told you yesterday," she began,
"I'm afraid most of the material in this book will be irrelevant
to your situation."
"My situation?"
"I mean, most of this is for married people. As a junior
high school student, you're just not going to be going that far.
But this chapter does describe what I think you call petting, and
I suppose it would be futile to attempt to discourage even a boy
as young as you from wanting to try that."
"Petting?" Skip asked, momentarily puzzled, then quickly
added: "Oh, like making out, you meant"
"Yes," Jennifer replied. "I guess that's what you call it
now." She coughed self-consciously. "All right ... uh ... tell
me, Skip. Have you ever done that? Have you made out with a
girl?"
Skip's mouth opened. It appeared he was about to speak, that
the words faded on his very lips the moment they would have been
voiced. His face reddened slightly and as she glanced down
Jennifer saw that his hand was trembling. "Almost," he said at
last in a croak.
"Almost? I don't know if I understand."
"That's the real reason I came to buy the book."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a girl I know ... she's fifteen because she failed a
year. Her name's Ramona Sawyer, and I don't think she's too good
looking, not in the face anyway. But she's got ... she's got, you
know, titties and everything."
"Skip!"
"And she ... she goes out with Tony Jackson and Fred
McGuiness and some of those guys. Sometimes she even goes with a
couple of them at once."
Jennifer blinked, shocked at the implications in that remark.
She could remember hearing one of the more aggressive and
flirtatious of the boys who'd come into the store being called
Tony, and she was pretty sure that that was the boy Skip was
referring to.
"Anyway," Skip continued, "she invited me to go down into the
basement of the gym with her one day during lunch. I knew Tony
and those fellows took her down there sometimes to make out with
her and everything so I figured it was my big chance. But when we
got there, I didn't know what to do."
Skip shook his head, then angrily slammed his fist into the
palm of his hand. And the look in his eyes as he lifted them to
Jennifer's face filled her with such emotion and compassion it was
all she could do to keep herself from taking him immediately in
her arms. "She just stood there with her arms open, grinning at
me, and said, "Let's do it!" And I couldn't figure out what to
do. I sort of tried to kiss her. I could remember the way I used
to kiss my mother when I was little, so I did it that way. But I
know that's not the right way, and when I was through she just
laughed at me and asked if that was all I was going to do. And I
asked her what she wanted to do. And then ... and then they all
started laughing. All the guys. They were hiding down there
watching me."
"Oh Skip, they're so cruel!" Jennifer gasped. "But don't you
let that upset you. That was really nothing and ..."
"And I'm a nothing. I'm a big fat zero and all the guys know
it. Everybody in the whole darned school!"
"That's not true."
"That's what all the girls think too."
Jennifer couldn't resist reaching over to touch Skip on the
wrist as she spoke. "I'm a girl, Skip. And I don't think that."
"You don't?" Skip gasped, staring up at her in disbelief.
His heart was suddenly beating wildly in his chest, but he shook
his head miserably, certain the attractive older woman was just
saying what she'd said because she felt sorry for him.
"And I bet there are a lot of girls at that school who really
like you. They just don't know how to let you know. You've got
to learn to spot them, and then when you find one of them that you
like, you encourage her to make her feelings known." Jennifer
paused, her hand now dropping to Skip's knee, her blue eyes
luminous under her thick lashes as she stared into his surprised
face. "And when you find a girl you like, really like, you won't
have the problem you had with that Ramona what's-her-name. You'll
know instinctively what to do."
Skip's eyes again revealed a ray of hope. And again he shook
his head. "You're talking to me like I'm a kid, because that's
what I am to you. Just a stupid little kid."
"No, Skip. And I'm not that old. I'm only twenty-four."
Jennifer fell suddenly silent. How old would twenty-four seem to
a boy Skip's age? "Or maybe you do think I'm old."
"Heck no!" Skip exclaimed. The surprised teenager gaped in
confusion at the ravishingly beautiful blonde who sat beside him
on the couch. Almost against his will, his eyes began to search
over the inviting curves of her sensuous body, lingering on the
full firm mounds of her breasts before descending to her smoothly
tapering waist and flaring hips, her long beautiful legs outlined
under the gently clinging material of her skirt. His breath
seemed to have caught in his throat, and it was a moment before he
could find the means to go on: "I didn't mean that you were old,
only that you were a woman, and you must think of me as just a
silly kid. That's all I meant."
Jennifer nodded and smiled. She was aware of the boy's eyes
curiously exploring her figure, and also very uncomfortably aware
of a little excited tremoring deep in her own belly. Skip was so
innocent, so sweet, and she knew he had suffered so unjustly for
that innocence. But at the same time he was eager. And for
reasons even she couldn't understand, she felt now that it would
be a thrill to touch him, to hold him, to show him how to kiss and
caress a woman, to teach him what he wanted to know in a way it
could never be learned in a book. But she knew it was wrong to
even be thinking like that, and she sat up suddenly stiffly on the
couch, vowing to keep a close grip on herself and to rid her mind
immediately of such insane fantasies.
"Now I've made you mad," Skip groaned, misunderstanding
Jennifer's sudden movement. He twisted toward her on the couch,
his eyes blazing with sincerity. "I think you're fantastic. I
do. And ... and I know you wouldn't let me do it, but I wish I
could kiss you and find out what Ramona Sawyer meant for me to
do."
"Oh Skip, you little sweetheart," Jennifer cried. Then,
almost before she knew what she was doing, the voluptuous blonde
woman had turned sideways to face him on the couch, her arms
wrapping eagerly around his slim frame, her fingers combing softly
through his dark brown hair. He was so cute and so sweet, and she
knew he needed her so badly. He needed her the way she longed to
be needed by a male. He had as much as admitted that he'd never
kissed a girl, and she could feel him quivering in her arms, his
teenage body rigid with excitement.
Jennifer took a deep breath and leaned forward, placing her
cheek against his, listening to the youngster's boyish breath
whistling raggedly past her ear. For a moment she recalled
another young boy, a boy she'd known so long ago, with whom she'd
first discovered the happiness of sex and love. And then she
thought of something else, a dimly lit room in a Los Angeles
hotel, where she'd come upon three nakedly writhing bodies, where
she'd found her husband performing cunnilingus on one young
starlet while another one licked and sucked at his rigidly pulsing
cock. Then suddenly her whole mood was shattered and she abruptly
released Skip from her embrace and rose hurriedly from the couch.
She was aware of the boy staring at her in confusion, and she
fidgeted nervously before him. Then she sighed and sat down
again, though now leaving a considerable space between them.
"I'm sorry, Skip," she said with a hyper little laugh. "I
don't know what came over me. But I know that wasn't what you
came here for today. Nor was it why I invited you.
She hesitated for a moment then suddenly reached for the book
and began to read aloud the introduction to the chapter she'd
chosen to explore, a rather technical piece of material describing
the relation between stroking, as a baby or small child being
stroked and caressed by its parents, and the first sexual stroking
experiments conducted by adolescent and pre-adolescent aged
children, which subsequently went on to relate these two phenomena
to adult sexual foreplay.
The perplexed youngster listened to her read, but though the
subject matter seemed to be at least partly connected to what he
had on his mind, he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts were
jumbled by what had just taken place. He was vaguely aware that
something strange was happening between him and the beautiful
woman who but moments ago had held him in her arms. It was
something he'd never experienced before, completely different from
being held by his mother or by his grandmother, and he could
hardly fathom the feelings it inspired in him. His whole body was
still tingling from the warm softness of having had her arms
around him, from feeling her big warm breasts pressing firmly
against his chest as she'd pulled him to her. It seemed like
something he'd only dreamed, but he knew he was wide awake. The
nearness of her softly curved female body, and the scent of her
sweet musky perfume was like a drug playing tricks with his mind
and body. He knew he'd been on the verge of having his question
about how to kiss a girl answered in a way he'd never dreamed.
Jennifer read a few more lines, then her voice faded. Beside
her on the couch Skip was staring intently down at her thighs?
teasingly outlined in the loose clinging material of her skirt,
and suddenly she realized what was happening. He was excited.
She was exciting him, and the realization of that sent a galvanic
surge of tingling little shocks prickling in her belly and a
trembling chill running up her spine. Hardly able to control
herself, she reached over and touched his arm to attract him to
look her in the eye.
"Do you ... do you understand what I'm reading about?" she
gasped, desperately hoping that her own urgently rising excitement
had now shown in her voice. She had not been alone with any male
like this since she'd left Stephan, and young as he was, Skip was
still a male. She was acutely aware of that fact. She could feel
the nearness of his supple young body, and it was having a very
strong effect on her. All the months of loneliness she'd endured
had taken their toll on her, and she realized she was in a very
vulnerable condition.
"Do you understand?" she repeated, her voice quivering.
"I ... I guess so," Skip stammered.
Jennifer's mind was racing wildly, and she desperately tore
her eyes away from the enchanting sight of the boy's excited face.
She tried to seize control of her thoughts, to think about
anything other than the forbidden images flitting through her
mind. But the unexplainable nervousness and excitement now
mounting inside her was more than she could control. She felt
almost like a teenage girl out with a boy for the first time, and
she didn't think she'd been this shaky since the night she'd lost
her virginity.
God, what was she thinking of?
Horrified at her wanton thoughts, Jennifer rose from the
couch and moved around to the other side of the coffee table. She
still held the book tightly in her hands, but unconsciously, she'd
closed it. Now, becoming aware of this, she began to search
hurriedly through for the passage from which she'd been reading.
Then she stopped, letting the covers fall together, and bent and
replaced it on the low table. Why was she getting so nervous
about nothing? she asked herself. After all, Skip was only a
boy, somewhat frightened of girls and over-excitable as any young
boy who'd never even been kissed would be. She was an adult
woman, almost twenty-five. Maybe she should simply kiss him and
let him get past that barrier. It was really an inconsequential
thing, and certainly a little practical experience would make it
easier for him to understand the technical passages in the book
they were supposed to be studying together.
"Come here, Skip," she said suddenly, the strain in her voice
even more pronounced, though she refused to let herself think
consciously about the possible results of what she was about to
do. "There ... there's something I want to show you."
Jennifer watched through narrowed eyes as the young boy
hesitantly rose and walked around the coffee table to stand before
her. It was crazy, she knew. It was insane and irresponsible on
her part, a tempting of the devil. But she felt a compulsion now
to give this innocent teenager at least this much, a kiss, a
single simple little kiss, and as he stood nervously before her,
she lifted her hand to touch his boyish cheek with her fingertips.
She watched his eyes open wide as she leaned closer to him and
touched his lips with her own, pressing her mouth lightly and
softly over his, lingering for a brief but exquisite moment.
"There," she murmured with an uncertain smile as she lifted
her lips from his. "Now you've kissed a girl, Skip."
Jennifer was able to meet the boy's delighted smile for but
an instant longer; then she felt compelled to avert her eyes. She
couldn't look at him. She couldn't face him now, and she couldn't
bear the thought that he might be feeling the same thing she was
now feeling. For even that brief and innocent little kiss had
done something to her, to her body, that she would never have
expected. It was horrible and unforgivable, nothing higher than
crazy animal lust, and yet in spite of her revulsion and moral
indignation at what was happening to her, Jennifer was becoming
more excited with every passing instant.
"Th-thanks," Skip mumbled belatedly, his quavering voice
confirming Jennifer's worst suspicions. He was still staring at
her in astonishment, and he could feel a strange and pleasant kind
of heat beginning to surge through his body. Even now, when she
was refusing to look at him, he could sense the same wild
excitement that moments before had been mirrored in her eyes. And
he knew this was the time to say something cool, to say just the
right thing that would attract her to continue with the crazy
physical thing she'd started. But he didn't have the courage or
the knowledge, and he could only gulp nervously at the sight of
her full rounded breasts rising and falling heavily beneath the
clinging material of the blouse she wore. He felt at this moment
that she was the most gorgeous female he'd ever seen, and he still
could hardly believe she had really kissed him.
"M-maybe we could do it again?" the thrilled young boy
suggested falteringly, his face eagerly hopeful, flushed with
excitement.
Before him the aroused twenty-four year old blonde hesitated,
torn between her body's unnatural hunger to feel the sweet
softness of the teenager's eager lips once again and the awful
knowledge that she was now really flirting with danger. But just
when it seemed she was going to win the battle with herself, the
decision was taken out of her hands as Skip moaned lowly and
lunged toward her, gathering her voluptuous body into his arms,
standing on his tiptoes to again lock his mouth ardently over her
parted lips.
The startled divorcee trembled, trying weakly to struggle
free as the delicious erotic sensations rippled through every
nerve in her body. She felt half-drunk with the sensual delight
of the youngster's frantic boyish embrace, and his sinewy young
arms held her tight until her breasts were crushed against his
chest. Tingling sparks of rising lust seemed to be shooting
crazily between their two intertwined bodies, and Jennifer's mind
was suddenly filled with visions that bordered on shameless dreams
of seduction. For a moment, she was completely lost in the
mounting desires rushing through her body, and she allowed her
lips to part yieldingly before the violent hunger of the
teenager's inexperienced kiss.
Then, as she continued to squirm her body against Skip's as
her hungry lips sucked ravenously at his eagerly exploring tongue,
Jennifer realized what was happening to her. She knew now she was
allowing herself to feel the same kind of wanton and unrestricted
desire that had always engulfed her before she made love to her
husband Stephan during the happier days of their marriage. But
she knew at the same time it was absolute madness for her to let
herself experience these feelings where this untouchable young boy
was concerned. She couldn't have him, couldn't let herself have
him, and she knew that by going on like this she was only
increasing the frustration she was going to experience later. But
she couldn't stop herself. Her body was aching with a need she'd
almost thought she'd forgotten forever.
Now Jennifer felt absolutely shameless and she pressed her
sensuously curved body even tighter against the trembling
adolescent, delighting fin the sensations of his muscles rippling
against her as he clenched her tightly to his heaving chest. Her
leg pressed urgently against his thigh as she moved even closer,
desperately trying to feel and touch more of his vibrant young
body. Then suddenly she gasped as a surge of passion tore through
her like a sheet of flame, and with a desperate groan she drew
back and pushed the disappointed youngster away from her.
"That's enough, Skip," she gasped. "I want you to go now."
"But ...?"
"I said that's enough! We have to stop! Get out of here.
Get out of here this minute!"
Skip backed away from her, a thoughtful look appearing on his
disturbed face. "But," he began finally. "If I go now, can I
comeback tomorrow to continue with ... with the book?"
"Oh Skip!"
"Please!"
"All right, all right! But now just go. Go before we both
do something we'll regret."
Chapter 3
"I want to read a chapter about doing it," Skip said
stubbornly. "The real thing, I mean. I'm tired of all this kid's
stuff."
Jennifer turned on the couch to gaze desperately down into
the youngster's earnest face. This was the fourth time Skip had
come to the shop after closing time for the purpose of going
through the book on love, and they had already covered all of the
material that she could in clear conscience bring herself to treat
upon with the innocent teenager. And though Skip had learned
quite a lot, as she knew all too well from the way he kissed
during the nerve-wracking but still innocent sexual play that had
accompanied their discussions, that these sessions had only served
to whet his appetite.
"Come on, Miss Watson," the boy insisted. "I'm ready for
that. I know enough now that I can understand it. I do!"
More as a distraction than anything else, Jennifer started to
shuffle lightly through the pages of the sex manual, momentarily
blushing as she found her eyes settling on a sketch of a man and
woman sitting naked across from each other in the half-lotus
position, obscenely caressing themselves with their hands.
Beneath the picture was an italicized caption: Mutual auto-
eroticism as a method of building trust. Then abruptly she closed
the book.
"I know you know enough to understand, Skip," she said
firmly. "And that's why I think ... I think these sessions have
gone far enough. You've certainly learned everything you need to
know at your age."
"But I haven't. I want to know about the real thing. About
... fucking!"
"Skipper!" Jennifer gasped, standing up suddenly and moving
away from the couch. "The fact that ... that you would use that
kind of dirty word to me demonstrates just how out of hand this
whole business has gotten."
"I'm sorry," Skip mumbled. "I didn't mean it that way. I
just meant, you know, sexual intercourse. I want to know about
that." The tightness in the youngster's throat made him feel as
if he were being choked and he stared at the sensuous but now
disturbed blonde in passionate plea, quickly devouring every firm
contour of her ripe female figure. All he could think of was that
he had to convince her to keep going with what they'd begun. His
whole life had changed during these last few days and he felt like
an entirely different person from the nervous and uninitiated boy
who'd arrived with the bag of coins from his piggy bank to buy the
book that would teach him about sex. But he felt that he'd still
only explored the tip of the iceberg, and he couldn't bear the
thought of having her break the whole thing off now when they were
just getting started good.
Suddenly convinced that he had to take some kind of positive
action on his own behalf, the dark-haired young boy rose suddenly
and lunged clumsily around the coffee table. Then with lightning
quickness. he stepped forward and reached around Jennifer with
both hands to catch the twin half-moons of her buttocks, pulling
her to him and planting several awkward kisses on the sensitive
white flesh of her neck just below the ears. "God, ma'am," he
groaned heavily. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't help
myself. You're too beautiful and I like you too much."
Jennifer could feel the blood raging deep within her body and
she suddenly realized the full extent of her lust toward this
virgin young boy. She wanted more than to just kiss him and hold
him. She wanted him kissing and sucking her naked breasts. She
wanted him to make love to her, to ravish and fuck her, to thrust
his hard little cock into her cunt, to find and quiet the source
of the lustful thunder that was building through her loins. But
it could not be. She had to stop it somehow before they went too
far, but already his hands were tugging up at the hem of her skirt
to massage her panty-covered buttocks under her dress, squeezing
and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head
to foot.
At the same time she could feel his precious boy-cock
thrusting up against the yielding flesh of her belly and pubic
mound, causing her nylon-encased pussy to throb insanely in its
own passionate welcome. She had to do everything she could to
fight the illicit impulse to plunge her hand straight down under
her clothing to rub the hotly tingling ridges of her vagina and
her nipples were growing simultaneously hard, pressing impatiently
against the suddenly abrasive material of her brassiere as her
full curving breasts heaved and swelled with the sweet torment of
her mounting excitement.
More and more the insane desire that had been building in her
body was taking control of Jennifer's mind and emotions and she
wriggled her torso provocatively against her young aggressor. a
wild thrill coursing through her as she felt his swollen hardness
jerk lewdly in his trousers. She wanted him now even more than
she'd ever wanted him before during the times they'd made out
together, and she knew that if they didn't have some kind of
release they would both go out of their minds. But how? What?
The question was asked and it was answered in her mind with
such shocking impact that her legs almost went weak beneath her.
Into her mind flashed a memory of the drawing she'd briefly
glimpsed a moment ago, and she knew in spite of all her rising
guilt that that was the answer. That was the answer for both of
them: masturbation.
It was too obscene for words, and yet in its very perversion
it became now all the more irresistible. And she knew now that
she had to have it. She had to be touched, down there, down
between her thighs on the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly
moistened cunt. She had to touch herself there, if necessary, or
even better, she had to be touched by Skip.
Suddenly Jennifer wriggled free of the groping youngster and
pulled back, staring narrow-eyed down at his questioning face.
"Listen, Skip," she gasped. "Listen. Let's sit down on the couch
for a minute and pull ourselves together and then ..."
"Then what?"
"Then ..." Somehow in spite of her shame she managed a
smile. "Then, you'll see."
Almost deliriously Jennifer took Skip's hand and led him back
to the couch. But as she turned and looked at the sofa's soft-
cushioned surface, her courage almost deserted her. What was she
doing to this trusting and vulnerable boy? To what perverted end
would she be leading him by teaching him this obscene practice at
his tender age? Even if he'd been seventeen, even sixteen, there
Piglet be some way to justify that he was ready for serious sexual
experimentation. But Skip was only fourteen. And as she felt his
awestruck gaze drifting up and down her body from her high proud
breasts to the invitingly full curves of her hips and thighs, she
searched her brain for the wisdom to abandon her lewdly compelling
scheme. But she knew it was too late to turn back. Once her mind
had seized on the idea of satisfying her lust, she'd relinquished
the hope of gaining control of her senses, and she barely even
recognized as her own the husky voice she heard begin to speak.
"Come on and lie down on the couch, Skip. I am going to show
you something ... something more interesting that you still might
do ... with a girl your age."
Even in his adolescent innocence, the excited young boy
recognized the suggestive tone in her words, and with a gasp of
breathless delight he pulled the coffee table aside and took a
seat. As she sank down onto the soft cushions beside him he fell
eagerly into her waiting arms. Skip was so excited he could
hardly believe what was happening to him, but he willingly kissed
the older blonde, first on the lips and then on flee neck and
throat with a fumbling youthful fervor that made her beautiful and
voluptuous body tremble in passionate acceptance.
The teenager's virginal young cock jerked crazily against the
tightness of his trousers every time the older woman wriggled
against him. His whole string of experiences here in this store
had been like a long crazy dream, and now it was getting even
better than before. She was kissing him even more passionately
than she had the times they'd done it in the last few days.
"Is it good?" the aroused woman murmured hotly into the
teenager's ear. "Do you like it? Do you really like it?"
Jennifer's body was almost visibly shaking now from the force
of her emotions. Erotic sensations were rippling through every
nerve of her flesh and a long sigh of relief passed her lips as
she saw the boy nod his wide-eyed affirmative response to her
question. She felt almost drugged by the intoxicating closeness
of the boy's tender young body and she knew for certain that this
time she was lost. Really lost, wandering in a whirlpool of
dizzying sexual energy that was beginning to pulse like a savage
drumbeat through her tortured flesh.
"Do you want to learn, Skip? Do you really want to learn?
Do you want to go through the whole book and discover and
understand everything it has to tell?"
The excited older woman blinked. Had she said that? Had she
really said that? She knew she had. She'd intended only to think
it, and somehow she'd spoken aloud.
Skip stared at her with astonishment, feeling almost nauseous
with the excitement churning in his stomach. For a moment he
couldn't help being afraid she was only teasing him, but the way
she'd kissed him just then, the way she was holding him just now,
was enough at least to nurture his desperate hope.
"Would you like that, Skip darling?" Jennifer purred huskily,
straining forward to plant little butterfly kisses all over his
cheeks and lips and nose. "I could show you all the things you
want to know about girls. Do you want me to?"
"Crap, yes!" Skip managed to croak. "Just show me what to
do. I'll try anything."
The boy's stiff young cock was aching tightly under his
trousers with each word she uttered and he felt almost delirious
with his joyful disbelief at what was happening to him. Chills of
wild desire were rushing madly up his spine as she kissed him
again and he felt her darting wet tongue begin to play tauntingly
over his lips, prying them apart to probe experimentally into the
warm cavern of his accepting mouth.
Jennifer kissed him with a forbidden passion, her tongue
working furiously against his. She knew she must be out of her
mind to be making the promises she'd just made Skip, but her
lecherous excitement had totally taken over her body and mind. It
didn't matter in her present state, and she couldn't have stopped
even if she'd wanted to. And as she recognized this truth again,
her hand slipped around his waist, gliding over his belt to the
hip of his trousers, caressing the firm curve of his boyish
buttocks as she kissed him even more greedily. Her fingertips
lingered lovingly on the juncture with his thigh as she savored
the sweet torture of slowly moving her hand over his lean young
body and then suddenly centering in on the source of her unnatural
longing.
"Oh!" Skip gasped. "What are you doing?" The boy's eyes
widened with shock as he felt her hand graze the length of his
lustfully hardened cock through the material of his trousers.
Jennifer was too involved in the warmth and hunger surging
through her own body to give him any answer but another long
sensual kiss. Her brain was whirling in ever-widening spirals of
sensual need and she stabbed her tongue between his lips again as
her hand smoothed eagerly over the bulging front of his trousers.
Tentatively she explored the tensely swollen outline of his penis,
drawing her fingers tightly in to trace its length and breadth
before beginning to fumble urgently with the zipper itself.
God, she thought' he was so beautiful and so helpless and so
vulnerable. And she gloated in the deranged joy of discovery as
her fingers at last began to work the zipper down to open his fly.
Skip's throat constricted until he felt as though he would
never catch his breath again. He could feel Jennifer's cool
fingertips delving into the opening of his trousers until they
made sudden naked contact with the throbbing hard shaft of his
virginal penis. The sheer sensation made his whole body tremble
and he felt just then as if at any minute he might explode into a
million pieces. This beautiful and experienced woman was actually
touching him there inside his pants! And she was smiling and
panting as if she loved it! This was more than he could have
dreamed of and he thought he was going to faint with delight as he
felt her fingers tighten hungrily around his pulsing hardness.
Skip didn't resist as Jennifer pressed him back into a
reclining position on the long couch, and another gasp of
excitement and surprise burst to his lips as he felt her slip her
hand gently into the fly of his trousers to pull out the hard
slender rod of his lustfully erected cock. He watched avidly as
she began a bold stroking of his stiffly distended penis right in
front of his own gaping eyes, sliding the loose outer skin up and
down in her eager grip, slipping her fingers inside his pants to
tease at his sperm-loaded testicles with her nails. He felt as
though he'd die if she didn't stop it, but he silently prayed that
she would keep doing it for a long long time.
Then suddenly the aroused teenager stiffened as he felt
himself beginning to lose control. "Oh-oh!" he groaned. "Miss
Watson, I can't take much more of that. I'm gonna ... I'm gonna
..."
Jennifer ceased the teasing movement of her hand, letting it
rest still and light around the boy's straining cock-shaft as she
smiled tenderly down into his eyes. "I know what you're going to
do, Skip. You're going to cum. And that's what I want you to do.
But I want to cum too. I want to cum with you and I want you to
help me with your hand. All right?"
Then Skip's astonishment increased as the trembling woman
scooted up the couch until her ripe buttocks were cushioned
against his elbow, and raised up to suddenly tug her skirt up off
the tightly rounded mounds of her panty-clad ass-cheeks. And
then, to the boy's even greater surprise, she raised right up off
the couch and slowly tugged the panties down to her mid-thighs,
completely exposing her naked buttocks and belly and golden haired
mound of her cunt to his hungrily leering eyes as she tuned to sit
sideways on the couch against him.
Jennifer smiled down deliriously, her tongue flicking
automatically out to moisten her lips as her hand tightened about
the straining shaft of his cock. "All right Skip," she moaned.
"Now we're going to make each other cum. Put your hand between my
legs and play with my pussy while I finish jacking you off."
In spite of his inexperience, Skip needed no further
encouragement. But even as he reached eagerly to do Jennifer's
bidding, the now half-naked blonde seized his wrist to guide his
young hand up between her sensuously parted thighs. She gasped
aloud at the sudden contact of his middle finger on the tingling
flesh of her lust-moistened pussy and, never taking her hand from
his wrist, she began to guide it in an up and down stroking motion
along the length of her little hair-lined cuntal slit.
"Oh! Oh yes!" Jennifer gasped, beginning to squirm her
buttocks on the couch and simultaneously resuming the up and down
skinning movement of her hand on Skip's twitching cock. Then she
groaned as the boy's eagerly searching fingers instinctively
parted the yielding pink folds of her cuntal lips and began to
probe experimentally straight up into the sensitive and tender
flesh.
"Uuuggghhh!" she gasped, her whole body jerking from the
short stab of slight but pleasing pain, a shiver racking her
voluptuous torso as his thumb brushed against the hotly erected
little bud of her clitoris.
Beside her on the couch Skip was grunting and groaning with
equal eagerness. He hadn't masturbated a single time since he'd
begun coming here to the book shop after closing hours, and the
repeated titillation he'd derived from the petting sessions that
always occurred with Miss Watson had pushed him already to the
brink. And now the sensation of having the woman's hand on his
cock, the sheer newness of the feel of having a female jack him
off, was more than he could resist. His balls were about to burst
and his cock was already twitching spasmodically in anticipation
of its lewd but unpreventable ejaculation.
"Oh!" he gasped again. "I can't hold it. I can't hold it
much longer."
"That's all right, Skip," Jennifer managed in her own
delirium. "Just finger-fuck me while you're doing it. Finger-
fuck me as fast as you can."
An instant later she looked down through lustfully narrowed
eyes as the first hot white droplets of Skip's juvenile male cum
began to-spurt from the little slitted glans at the tip of his
cock. It shot up and hung in the air like sparks from a spewing
volcano, falling back to shower on her own forearm as she
continued the hasty workings of her hand on his hotly jerking
little penile shaft.
Then she returned her gaze to her own lower abdomen where,
below her bunched-up dress, she could see his fingers working
frenziedly in and out of the soft clinging opening of her blonde-
fringed cunt where it nestled so invitingly between her wantonly
scissoring thighs. She gritted her teeth, relishing the
anticipatory spasms of her lust-aroused little clitoral bud,
straining for her own release as she felt the increasing tremors
of excitement surge through her belly and loins.
"Yes, Skip, oooooooh yes!" she murmured hotly at the promise
of sensual release welling up in her tormented genital flesh.
Then gradually it began, a sudden fluttering, a little series of
mild but gratifying pleasures, a seeming lightening of her whole
body, a momentary blanking of her mind as the little waves of
ecstasy went coursing through her belly.
And then, as suddenly as it had started it was finished. A
low sigh heaved out of her throat and she slacked the movements of
her hand as she felt Skip's cock twitch one last time and become
still. Then with her Other hand she gently pushed his fingers
from her loins and away from her sensitive inner thighs. She
looked tenderly down at the panting boy for a moment, then got up
suddenly and went to the bathroom for a towel, her panties still
spanning her thighs. It had been so good, she thought. But not
nearly good enough. It had come too quickly, too easily. It had
been far short of what she was capable of when she climaxed. But
there was only one way she could obtain that real and maximum
release. Only actually being fucked could give her that.
"Are we really going to do what you said?" Skip asked almost
pleadingly as Jennifer returned and used the towel to wipe up the
droplets of white slick cum that stained his shirt and trousers
and the cushions of the couch.
Jennifer stared back at him in shameless silence for a
moment. It was wrong, it was so wrong, and she knew if she had a
brain in her head she would stop this affair now before everything
was lost. But the mildly relaxing orgasm she'd just achieved had
served to whet her appetite and even now she found herself longing
for more and more. She wanted this young boy, she wanted him in
every way she could have him, and even as she was trying to tell
herself to tell him no, another more lascivious-minded portion of
her brain was constructing the lewdest scenario of which she could
even have conceived. It was a scenario that would build
relentlessly through three lustfully shocking acts to the climax
of this innocent teenager's initiation to the act of sexual
intercourse itself. And the first act of the scenario had already
been played.
"Yes, Skip," she nodded at last. "We're going to do it all.
And if you're sure you can keep your grandmother from seeing the
book, I want you to take it home with you tonight and start
reading it yourself. Read chapter six, then come back tomorrow
and we'll practice what you've learned."
"You mean we're really going to do it, tomorrow?" he asked
eagerly.
Jennifer smiled, almost sadly. "Yes, we're really going to
do it. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have another surprise for
you."
Chapter 4
Jennifer looked up breathlessly as Skip's face appeared at
the bookstore's glass front door against the background of the
falling twilight outside. All day long she'd been waging an inner
struggle with herself, considering and rejecting and considering
again the possibility that when he arrived she should just send
him away in the hope of salvaging what remnants remained of her
own self-respect. But she'd known deep down inside that it was a
losing battle from the beginning. The die had been cast in
yesterday's lewd but titillating episode. She was like a gambler.
She was hooked, even if it meant her doom
"Hello, Skip," she said as the young boy opened the door and
came inside, the book that had been the catalyst to this whole
bizarre experience fucked under his arm as an unnecessary reminder
of why he was here.
"Hi, Miss Watson," the boy answered excitedly, his eyes
falling to her slender shapely thighs revealed by the short
miniskirt she'd chosen especially for him.
Jennifer pulled the blinds over the window and locked the
door, then led her young friend behind the counter and through to
the cozy little room in back. She turned and smiled down at him
tenderly, her eyes hungrily taking in his cute small figure as she
mused over what he must be thinking now, regarding that chapter
she'd told him to read from the book that was serving as the text
to her decline and fall.
"Did you read the chapter I told you to in the book?" she
asked with a mischievous grin.
"Well ... uh ... I think I must have. I forgot which chapter
you said but I read the whole first half of the book. And boy,
some of that stuff really sounds like fun. Are we gonna do all
that? Which chapter did you say for me to read?"
The questions were coming rapid-fire from the eager
teenager's lips, furthering evidence of his genuine excitement.
Jennifer moistened her lips in building anticipation. "It was
chapter six."
"Chapter six," Skip mumbled, opening the book and starting to
thumb hurriedly through it. Then as he found the sketch of the
naked man and woman lying in reverse embrace, each partner's head
nestled obscenely in the other's loins, and read the chapter
heading Oral Stimulation as a Means or an End, his mouth dropped
open wide. He stared at the page in shock for a moment, then
lifted his eyes slowly to Jennifer. "Wow! Are we going to do
that? I've heard some of the other guys talking about it. They
call it sixty-nine. Are we going to do that?"
Jennifer smiled. "I don't know, Skip. I don't want to force
you into anything. Do you think you would like to do it?"
Skip's face paled momentarily. "Golly! You really mean it?
Eating each other?"
Jennifer almost squealed with joy at the boy's slight display
of apprehension. It was the clearest signal he could have given
her of her innocence, and it only increased her own perverse
anticipation.
"We'll see," she said after a moment. "We'll see how you
feel about it, because I don't want to force you to do anything
you don't want to do." She paused, taking a deep breath, wanting
to see the look on the boy's face at her next statement. "But I
am going to suck your cock, the way it's described there in the
book."
"Jesus," Skip whispered under his breath, staring wide-eyed
at the smiling woman. Just the thought of her taking his cock in
her mouth almost drove him out of his mind and even now he could
feel his penis beginning to twitch hurriedly to a full tingling
erection inside his trousers. He'd read chapter six and he'd
found it one of the most exciting chapters in the whole first half
of the book. But even as he was reading it he'd hardly been able
to bring himself to believe that people really did the things that
were described in it. He certainly hadn't imagined the sexy
blonde owner of the bookstore would ever do anything like that to
him. And now she was proposing that very thing. She was going to
suck him whether he was willing to do the same thing for her or
not. And though he wasn't sure about the latter, he sure didn't
have any objections to letting her do the former.
"That doesn't make you nervous, does it?" Jennifer asked
lustily, as if she'd read the boy's thoughts.
"Gosh no!" said Skip almost too eagerly. "Heck, I'd really
like that!"
"Then help me get undressed," she told him, again relishing
the response on his face.
"You mean naked?"
"I mean naked," said Jennifer. "Have you ever seen a naked
woman?"
Skip swallowed with momentary embarrassment and shook his
head. "But I really would like to."
"Then unzip me," the blonde divorcee said, turning her back
to the eager teenager.
Skip's hands shook as he reached toward the older woman to
undo the zipper down the back of her dress, the excitement surging
through his body making him awkward as he tugged at the tiny tab
so Jennifer finally reached back with one hand to open the garment
before he ripped it forcibly from her body.
Without a moment's hesitation, the teenager's fingers dug
deep into her skin as he got a hold on the clasp of her brassiere,
his breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he struggled with the
stubborn hook. Again it was Jennifer who finally undid that, then
abandoned her body to his eager fingers as they tore the garments
down over her cream-white shoulders. His hands still shaking with
his urgency, Skip grasped her shoulder, turning her until she
stood facing him, with her firmly quivering nipple-peaked breasts
completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
The young divorcee's face radiated an almost fierce pride as
she smoothed her hands up over her softly contoured rib cage to
cup the full rounded melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts.
She leaned tantalizingly toward him until she held her nipples
right before his incredulous face and squeezed them toward his
eyes.
"Do you like them, darling?" she asked softly. "Would you
like to kiss them?"
A sigh of childish delight whistled from his parted lips and
then suddenly the youngster's head bobbed forward, his mouth
fastening greedily over the rigid pink tip of Her thrusting left
breast. Jennifer moaned and swayed as she felt his boyish lips
begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive mounds of flesh.
His hands trailed over her body, excitedly discovering her soft
curved buttocks and thighs, and at the same time his lips danced
lightly over her breasts, licking and kissing the silken white
flesh pressed smotheringly over his face. She basked in the
ecstasy of the teasing contact for a moment, then reluctantly
pulled back to disengage herself.
"Wait, darling, wait," she laughed softly down at him.
"Don't you want to see the rest of me? Now I'm going to take
everything off."
Skip could only nod his assent, his eyes fixing hungrily on
her beautiful, half-stripped body, consuming the lushly inviting
contours she was about to reveal completely to his curious gaze.
He still didn't dare believe it was really about to happen. The
salacious smile that curved her lips as she bent over and her
pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively downward taunted him, and
he watched her push her dress off her wide-flared pelvis and down
off her thighs. Then she pressed her thin blue panties down over
her rounded hips, exposing her tiny indented navel, the small bowl
of her belly, and then finally the naked blonde triangle of her
pussy hair. And seeing it now was still every bit as good as
seeing it last night for the first time had been.
The lewdly aroused older woman turned away from her ardent
pupil and with a barely managed casualness stooped to pick up the
garments she'd shed. As she performed the gesture her smoothly
rounded buttocks spread slightly and Skip gulped dryly at the
first sight of her pouting hair-fringed cunt from behind and the
forbidden little hole centered in shadow in the deep crevice
between her ass-cheeks. And though he hadn't forgotten her vow
that they wouldn't really have sexual intercourse tonight, Skip
felt nonetheless that he was at the turning point of his life.
Simply after what he'd seen tonight, he would never be the same
again.
Jennifer pitched her clothing onto a chair and led the
panting youngster around the coffee table to the couch. Still
standing before it, she pressed her breasts again toward his face'
taking his hands and placing the palms of them right over her
rigid little nipples.
"They feel nice, don't they?" she purred. "Play with them,
sweetheart. Squeeze my nipples. That's one of the things women
like most."
Skip followed her directions with a shaky precision, rewarded
almost instantaneously by the tiny cry of delight that rose in her
throat as his hands seized both of the full mounds of her
throbbing breasts and pushed them together like two straining
honey melons until the pink-hued nipples met and his mouth
hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more
confident every minute, the virginal fourteen year old rolled the
pointed tips around and around on his swabbing tongue as her hot
breath panted excitedly down the back of his neck.
Sparks of crazy lust shot through the blonde divorcee's naked
loins and into her lower belly as the boy's hands slipped down
from her bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the white
full swells of her buttocks. As his hands moved, he kissed and
licked all over her heaving breasts, his breath rasping into her
naked cleavage as his fingers searched lower to touch tentatively
the soft blonde hair of her cunt. Then, drawing experience from
the night before, he slid his fingers up into the forbidden valley
between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen outer lips of
her pussy and feeling her clitoris stiffen. Jennifer quivered
weakly against his shoulder, the contact sending delicious shafts
of pleasure piercing up through her flesh like tiny pricking
needles of fire.
"Are we going to do it?" he groaned hoarsely. "Are we going
to do what you said?"
"Ooooooh God, yessss!" Jennifer cried mindlessly as her arms
loosened their hold around Skip's neck and she began impatiently
to undo the buttons of his shirt. She was a complete slave to the
unnatural urges of longing that coursed through her body, and
already she could almost taste the slick little shaft of his cock
in her mouth. She had promised to suck him off, and tomorrow
night she would fuck him. Then, after that was done, she would
try to find a way to extricate herself from this doomed affair
before all was lost. At least that's what she continued to tell
herself.
She tore his shirt away and bent to kiss his chest, taunting
the little hard nipples of his developing torso with her flicking
tongue tip. Then, her lips never leaving his skin, she pushed him
down to lie prone on the couch, dropping to her knees beside him
and trailing her slavering tongue lower on his body, down over his
shuddering belly to dart it teasingly into the little hole of his
navel.
Yes, she thought deliriously to herself. Yes, this was
ecstasy. And if she deserved punishment for her obscene act, she
would wreak it on herself right as she was doing it. She would
humiliate herself in her sucking of his cock in the depraved hope
of at least partially expiating her guilt. And with that in mind
she hurriedly tore at his trousers snap and unhitched his belt,
tugging them quickly down over his slim hips and buttocks to leave
them finally clutching obscenely at his ankles. Then she paused
for a moment, feasting her eyes hungrily on the upthrust and
stiffened cock that speared outward from the thin sprinkling of
his dark pubic hair and the crinkled sac of his virile young balls
that lay softly between his legs.
God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be seducing this
vulnerable teenager like some sort of carnivorous woman who preyed
on the flesh of the innocent. And yet he was so handsome and she
was in such desperate need of love. She couldn't help herself,
and from that point of view it didn't really even seem wrong. And
anyway, it was far too late to back out now.
With a low gasp Jennifer leaned forward and lightly kissed
the tip of Skip's hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it
darted into the tiny slit of the bluish glans at the tip to flick
up a tangy tasting little drop of seminal fluid that had already
seeped forth.
"Ooooooooooooh!" the teenager groaned.
Gripping his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger
at its base to pull down on the foreskin, she gazed hungrily at
the completely exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening
staring back at her like a single all-seeing eye. Then with a
soft moan of surrender to her irresistible urges, she dropped her
head lower and let her lips envelop the rubbery nub-ended head.
Skip gasped out a low cry, his cute young face turning a deep
pink as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman
whose sweet curving lips were holding his erect cock so warmly
between them. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his
tingling cock-head and sending unbelievable charges of shock
rippling through his loins. He couldn't understand why or how
this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If it
was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a
dream. It was really happening. This beautiful blonde adult
woman was actually naked and kneeling on the floor beside the
couch, her big cushioning breasts bouncing and swaying softly as
she nibbled hungrily on the end of his aching cock like a kid with
a lollipop.
And as his excitement almost overcame him, Skip suddenly
lunged his buttocks up from the couch in a gesture of instinctive
aggression that drove the palpitating rod of his penis all the way
to the hilt in Jennifer's lewdly stretched mouth.
The obscenely sucking woman could feel the youngster's
fingers crawling eagerly over the flesh of her naked body as her
head rose up and down over the young surging shaft that invaded
her lips. Though Skip's sudden seizing of the offensive had
almost gagged her, she took a masochistic delight in his merciless
use of her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd
encouragement as his hand drifted lightly over her upthrust ass-
cheeks. Then again he thrust his hips upward, impaling her mouth
even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she was certain
she would really choke. She gagged again, struggling to regain
her breath on the out stroke before once more he pistoned hard
between her lips. Then the youngster's hands moved up to the back
of her neck and he seized her by the hair to hold her face against
his loins as he rammed eagerly upward again and again until he was
battering her nose with his shattering upward thrusts.
The shameless blonde moaned in wanton desperation as she felt
his hands tense and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly increase
in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging up and down in a
staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper up into
her slavishly sucking mouth. She could feel it pulsing against
the sides of her cheeks and she realized with a sudden rising
desperation that the end was fast approaching. He was going to
cum in her mouth. And she knew there wasn't a way in the world
for him to stop it.
Her own body trembling in masochistic bliss, Jennifer reached
down with one of her hands to thrust it up between her thighs, her
middle finger finding the already lewdly swollen bud of her
clitoris to begin to stroke back and forth swiftly across it. And
despite all her shame and indignation at the thought of submitting
to what was about to happen, she began to work even harder to
please the excited teenager with the obscene ministrations of her
lips and tongue. She twirled her tongue around the lust-bloated
glans at the end of his cock, tightening her lips around the thick
hot shaft like a rubber band, scraping softly with her teeth to
elicit little incoherent gasps and cries from his throat. She
knew that she couldn't expect Skip to control himself when she was
doing this to him. So if he was going to climax, she was ready
for it. She began to long for his cum and hunger for it with just
the thought of it squirting into her mouth and spilling down her
throat.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in Skip's loins as he
again raised his head to watch the blonde's face with his cock
sunk deep up between her ovalled lips. He could see tiny droplets
of sweat rolling in thin rivulets down the side of her body as she
bucked and writhed like a she-demon over him. The muscles of his
stomach tightened as he arched himself up from the couch, ramming
farther and farther into her throat as he pulled her head down
even tighter with both his hands. And then suddenly it began.
His cock gave a series of violent jerks and the dam burst in
obscene torrent as the wetly searing droplets of cum came
squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release.
Jennifer groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing stream,
her finger continuing to work in rapid frenzy up between her
thighs. She gurgled as the slick male semen squirted down her
throat, clasping her lips in a tight elastic ring around the
wildly lurching member, her tongue swirling swifter and swifter
around the throbbing head. In her masochistic delight, she was
determined to suck him dry, to completely milk his youthful
essence in obscene completion of her own richly deserved
humiliation and disgrace.
And as she threw herself whole-heartedly into her task,
Skip's husky groans of pleasure only drove her to greater effort.
Drop after drop of his life-giving sperm surged up from his tender
penis and down her throat, the excess dribbling from the corners
of her mouth in spite of all her efforts to prevent wasting it,
and it seemed like an eternity before the hands holding her head
finally fell away and the throbbing cock gave a final spurt of its
salty hot fluids and stopped. Then it slipped from her mouth and
Jennifer raised up to gaze through lust-glazed eyes at the young
boy to whom she'd just given pleasure like a sacrificial slave.
Skip stared dazedly back at her, his eyes descending her
glistening torso to the blonde-haired mound of her pubis, where he
could see her hand still pressed tightly over her unfulfilled
genitals. And beyond all his inexperience, he was sure he
understood.
"I'm sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't hold it back. You were
sucking me too good."
"I know, Skip," said Jennifer weakly.
"But I can get it up again. I know I can. We can go ahead
and fuck tonight."
Oh how wonderful that would be, Jennifer thought in the
delirium of her maddening need. But she was determined to save
that moment, to relish and anticipate it until she could hardly
stand it, and almost sadly she shook her head.
"No, Skip. Not tonight. When I ... fuck ... I mean, let you
fuck me, I want you new and fresh. We'll wait until tomorrow
night and then it will be even more fun. And tonight you take the
book and read about it so you'll know what to do."
Chapter 5
Lou Kelly had been caught in a traffic jam at Mission Dolores
and it was five minutes after six when he finally pulled to a stop
across the street from the bookstore.
"Damn it," he cursed softly to himself, gazing across at the
shades drawn across the window. He'd gotten himself half drunk
during the process of killing the afternoon in a bar in the
Tenderloin, intentionally wanting to put in his appearance at the
shop just before closing time in the hope that he'd have a better
chance of getting somewhere with the sexy blonde bombshell who ran
it. And now, because of that damn traffic jam, he'd missed her.
Lou was just about to pull away from the curb when the three
boys walking down the opposite sidewalk toward him caught his
attention, though it was not so much the boys that interested him
as what the smaller and younger looking of the three was carrying.
And even at this distance the book distributor recognized it
unmistakably. It was a copy of The Joy of Sex.
Perhaps it was a sixth sense that told Lou to wait where he
was. He watched the boys approach, then stop, the three of them
gazing across the street at the closed shop. Though he couldn't
hear the exchange going on between them, he had at least a vague
idea of what they must have been saying. The two older boys were
razzing the smaller one about something evidently the fact that
the shop was closed. And the younger one seemed very defensive
about it. Then Lou narrowed his eyes. watching with even greater
interest as this boy, book tucked under his arm, started briskly
across the street. The other youngsters moved into the shadows of
a doorway, and Lou waited where he was, sliding low down in the
car seat so he could just peer out the window. He watched the
young boy knock hesitantly at the door. His eyes widened as the
shade was pulled aside and he saw Jennifer Watson's sensuous face
peering out. Then the door opened, the boy went in, and the door
closed again behind him.
"I'll be damned," Lou Kelly whispered softly to himself.
"I'll just be goddamned!"
* * *
Inside the little room in the back of the bookstore, Jennifer
smiled as she saw Skip's surprised reaction to the fact that she'd
folded the couch out into a bed in anticipation of his visit
tonight for what was, she had vowed, to be the culmination of the
lurid affair they were having. "We'll be able to move around
better this way," she explained lustily.
"But where did you get it?" he asked.
"Get it?" She frowned, then smiled as it dawned on her that
he didn't understand. "Oh. Skip, you silly boy. It's just the
couch. It folds out to make a bed."
"Oh," Skip croaked.
Jennifer's eyes were glossy with desire as she reached up and
began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. Skip
lifted his gaze slowly toward her, watching with building
excitement as she parted the material off the high upthrust mounds
of her brassiere-clad breasts, then pushed the dress from her
shoulders to let it drop lightly to a heap at her ankles, leaving
her naked except for the brassiere and her thinly revealing
panties. She flicked her tongue sensuously from her mouth, a
mischievous smile of anticipation playing on her lips. "Aren't
you going to get undressed too, Skip?" she said softly. "You
can't fuck me with your clothes on."
"Yes, ma'am," Skip said with slight embarrassment, beginning
hesitantly to undo his shirt.
Jennifer watched the boy undress even as she reached up
behind her back to deftly undo the snap to her brassiere. She
shed the flimsy little garment down her arms and the full high-set
mounds of her voluptuous breasts burst suddenly into freedom,
their contact with the air causing her ripe pink nipples to swell
almost instantly to tingling rigidity. Then she wriggled
teasingly out of her panties to stand totally naked before the
young boy just as he began to squirm out of his trousers. Then,
when Skip was finally also naked, his hard cock looming up already
in pulsating erection, she took his hand and urged him gently onto
the fold-out bed.
"Now come to me, my little lover," Jennifer purred softly as
the teenager reclined beside her. Slowly she began to explore his
tense young body with her hands, feeling the sleekly developing
muscles draw hard and tight as she caressed the secret hollows and
crevices of his form. Her soft lips that had last night nurtured
and sucked his cock to lewd ejaculation now clasped hungrily over
his young mouth and her searching tongue darted lizard-like
between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thighs over his
slender hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly against him with a
provocative undulating motion. Then greedily she pulled him
toward her until the length of his insistent boy-cock was prodding
up against the soft-haired mound of her pussy.
Jennifer sighed deeply, squirming even tighter against the
hotly breathing young boy until the gleaming blood-swollen head of
his cock was twitching right up against the passion-drenched lips
of her pussy. Delirious with lust, she kissed him again, her
tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting young mouth as her hand
caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even closer
against her.
"Oh my darling Skip ... my sweet baby," she gasped
breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against him in a
prematurely abandoned fucking motion. She wriggled up on the bed
until his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even
greater pressure with the flushed entrance of her vagina. "I'm
going to make you so happy, Skip. This one last night we'll have
together I'm going to make everything we've been through well
worth your while."
Skip blinked, too aroused to comprehend what she was saying.
"Oh yessss, please," he pleaded, barely able to even speak in the
rising torment of his almost unquenchable need.
His twitching penis felt as though it were a stick of
dynamite about to explode against the hair-fringed softness of her
cunt-lips, and her obscene writhing motions only made it throb and
ache all the more. It was jammed hard against the furry warmth of
her vaginal furrow while her fingers were beginning to play down
into the crack of his buttocks, over the sensitivity of his
defenseless little anus, until he could hardly stand it.
"Do it to me," he groaned in submission. "Do it to me now."
"Yes, lover, very soon," Jennifer purred. "But you have to
get me ready." Refusing to think of the moral considerations of
the act she was about to commit, the naked blonde slid higher up
on the bed until her swollen, tight-rippled breasts were even with
his face. She cupped his chin in her hand to draw his mouth
closer to one distended rosy tip and pressed the full cream-white
mound in toward him with her other hand. "Suck it, darling, suck
it," she groaned. "I just love it when you take my breasts in
your mouth and suck."
Maddening sensations raced through her belly as she watched
Skip's lips part from the contact of the bud-like nipple points
brushing lewdly against them. Then, with licentious delight, she
pressed it forward into his mouth.
"Ooooooooh yes, that's beautiful my darling," she gasped as
the boy's lips closed over the tingling pink nipple. She
whimpered and moaned in unrestrained passion as his tongue swiped
eagerly around it; as unintelligible whimpers of encouragement
issued from her sultry lips she inched her own soft palm down his
chest and flat belly to fondle his thrusting cock and squeeze his
tight young balls.
Skip was so excited he could have screamed. Her hard rubbery
nipples were jabbing into his mouth as he sucked at first one and
then the other, his skill growing with practice as he clenched his
fingers around the resiliently yielding softness of the rounded
mound it peaked. Her hand had started pumping up and down on his
cock, and it felt so good he thought he was going to cum before he
could even get it in her if she kept it up much longer.
Jennifer basked for another few moments in the joy of the
boy's hungry sucking and licking of her breasts. And then, when
she thought she could no longer bear the exquisite teasing
sensation, she tore her breast out of his mouth and wriggled back
down beside him on the bed again. Her hand stroked forcibly up
and down the smooth taut flesh of his penis for a last instant,
feeling its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm sticky
fluids oozing from the lust-engorged tip. Then, with a deep moan,
she reached out with her arms to entwine them around his back,
pulling him over on top of her until his smooth chest flattened
down heavily against the fullness of her breasts.
Jennifer waited breathlessly, feeling the awkward youngster
uncertainly trying to pry her thighs apart. She yielded eagerly,
then lifted her pelvis joyfully to meet the welcome weight of his
hips as he slipped down between her legs and situated himself in a
trembling push-up stance over her now spread-eagled form.
"Yes. Now we're going to do it," she groaned. "Now we're
going to fuck!"
In his whole short lifetime, Skip had never heard an adult
woman talk as dirty as Jennifer Watson did. And yet there was
something about the sugary sound of her voice that made the four-
letter words sound like poetry recited to soft music, and they
sent further crazy jolts of outrageous stimulation raging through
his groin. Voiceless, he held himself poised above her, his eyes
taking in hungrily the titillating spectacle of her spread out in
surrender beneath him with her thighs splayed wide apart to
completely expose the moistly glistening little slit waiting there
just before the tip of his eagerly surging cock.
As if in a dream, Skip's boyish face swam before Jennifer's
lust-glazed eyes and she felt the virile hardness of his quivering
young penis slipping down the full length of her excitedly
dampened vaginal crevice. The lurching head of his rampant
hardness rested almost straight up between her widespread
buttocks; insinuating itself slowly and teasingly up and down the
desire-moistened slit between her legs as the boy's hips began to
move forward between her thighs in a desperate effort to jam it
inside her.
"Oh baby, here ... let me help you," she gasped finally in
her own desperation. Reaching down between their lewdly poised
bodies, Jennifer grasped the full length of his slender rock-hard
penis and with a choking moan she guided the arrow-shaped head
into the cleft of her loins, carefully positioning it between the
hair-framed lips of her inflamed vagina. She secured it there
with one hand and placed the other eagerly on the boy's excitedly
clenching buttocks, drawing down with all her strength in an
effort to pull him into her, to let his young penis fill her and
quench once and for all the gnawing heat that burned out of
control in her belly.
The spread-eagled blonde's whole slavishly surrendered body
twitched and trembled from the sudden increase of pressure against
her tender pussy orifice. Then her glittering eyes closed in
ecstasy as she felt just the hard round head pop up between the
sensitive ragged lips. She held her breath, lying for what seemed
an eternity in utter wantonness beneath the teenage boy waiting
for him to complete the torrid impalement of her wetly lubricated
pussy.
"Oh Skip, do it now!" she pleaded. "Thrust into me as hard
as you can."
That was enough to evaporate the youngster's inhibitors and
he was overcome in a hot wave of sheer masculine lust as he heard
the gorgeous older woman's urgent plea. He could never have
dreamed an adult woman would be talking to him like that while he
was still just a stupid kid, and the idea of her actually begging
him to put his penis inside her gave him a feeling of power and
strength the likes of which he'd never known. With a wild thrill
of conquest, he drove his narrow hips down against her frantically
squirming loins, hearing her gasp as his tingling cock-head wedged
deeper up into the tightly resisting mouth of her open-splayed
pussy.
Slowly the boy's straining cock-shaft wormed its was up into
Jennifer's tightly clasping vaginal sheath, spreading and
stretching the long-unused walls of her cunt so that she winced at
the sharp sensation of mingled pain and pleasure as he surged up
into her desire-inflamed loins. He seemed to burrow into her
forever, filling her to the hilt as she lay helplessly quivering
in the raw and tantalizing promise of incipient ecstasy. She
groaned hoarsely as at last she felt the hard rubbery head lodge
tightly against her cervix and Skip's swollen balls gave a light
bounce into the cheeks of her quivering buttocks.
"That's right, darling," she purred huskily. "Oh yessss ...
just like that. Now, give it to me, darling. Screw me until I'm
screaming for it."
To Skip, Jennifer seemed to have gone out of her mind. Her
beautiful mouth was loose and panting and she was wide-eyed and
wild as a lust-crazed animal, her thighs scissoring open and
closed on his flanks, her head flailing gently from side to side
on the pillow, her hands kneading and clawing his naked buttocks.
"Do you want to fuck me, Skip?" she hissed through clenched
teeth, revealing even further the depravity that gripped her. She
was lost now in the deluge of her unspent passion and she
tightened her secret inner muscles warmly around his buried cock
as she continued in a voice that sounded completely delirious:
"Look down between us, darling. Look down and tell me if you are
excited by what you see."
"W-what?" the lust-dazed youngster mumbled, more concerned at
the moment with the new sensations of the caress of her cock-
hungry pussy on the shaft of his flexing penis.
"Look at your cock, darling," she urged him silkily. "Look
at it sticking in my pussy."
Levering himself up on his elbows, the bewildered teenager
gazed down between their naked bodies and gasped at the
unbelievable spectacle of the beautiful older woman lying flat out
beneath his body, his adolescent cock immersed all the way to the
base in the hair-framed slit of her pussy. Right below his face
he could see her swollen milk-white breasts heaving with each
breath she took, and suddenly he knew he could remain still no
longer. Something about the way her cunt was clinging and working
around the deeply buried shaft of his cock called for movement,
for friction, for fucking the way he'd seen dogs doing back home
in New Mexico.
"Wow!" he gasped. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck you like
all hell!" he gasped down into her face, the lewd words making him
shiver with lust.
"Oh yesss darling," she breathed ecstatically, her eyes
glowing with her building desire. "Yes, that's exactly what I
want."
Enough of this talk, Skip thought as he felt Jennifer's
squirming breasts pressing up against his hairless chest. Her
lips found his mouth to kiss him as he began to flick his slender
hips back and forth, thrusting with every stroke deeper and deeper
into her moist inner tightness. He couldn't restrain the little
whines of excitement that squeaked out of him and his hips bucked
madly up and down. He was panting heavily, and perspiring with
excitement, his whole young body trembling as he watched his
desire-lengthened cock-shaft pistoning into the coral-hued slit of
her hair-fringed cuntal orifice. The sight of her full white
breasts joggling beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips sticking
up in mouth-watering tightness, was almost more than he could
stand. Because it was all his. He possessed this gorgeous
blonde's body and his eyes bulged wide as he gaped down at the wet
pink flanges of her pussy, the soft fleshy folds drawing back with
each slow out-stroke, than swallowing in again as he thrust up
into her with the smooth rhythm he'd instinctively begun.
Below him, Jennifer's blue eyes opened and closed in dazed
passion and the young boy dimly wondered if he were hurting her by
screwing so hard into the hot little hole of her cunt. The sounds
she made sounded almost like cries of pain, but they were not that
much different from the sounds she made yesterday when he was
finger-fucking her while she jacked him off. Not yesterday! he
reminded himself with a surge of inner pride. Yesterday she'd
sucked him off and let him cum in his mouth. It was the day
before yesterday when he finger-fucked her. But if he was hurting
her she sure hadn't said anything to that effect, and he wasn't
going to stop unless she forced him to.
"Oh lover, yes! Fuck me like that! Fuck me like that!"
Jennifer spewed as if to free him of his concern. Then she
groaned lecherously and thrust her pelvis up in a squirming motion
to meet his driving strokes. Her loins and belly were a boiling
inferno of erotic sensation and she felt as though she were
sinking forever into a nether world of perverted pleasure. The
deliciously frenzied movements of Skip's innocent cock were
pushing her every instant closer to an orgasm she felt sure would
tear her apart. God, he was so charmingly gentle and light on her
body, so angelically beautiful and so helplessly entranced by her,
and her eyelids fluttered with happiness as she twisted beneath
him, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement
as she held his cock tightly clenched in the most sensitive
recesses of her swollen vaginal tightness.
Skip could think of nothing but what the naked older woman
was doing to him, and he knew that any moment now he was going to
have to shoot his cum into her or his balls would blow apart. He
tensed his muscles and moved suddenly into a series of longer and
more swiftly plunging strokes that brought his pulsing rod of
flesh almost all the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and
then sent it slipping in her again to the hilt. He could feel his
sperm-bloated balls slapping against her puckered little anus and
with his every lunge she thrashed even more rampantly beneath him.
Her voluptuous writhings obsessed him, blotting all else from his
mind but the whirlwind of animal lust that consumed him. The wet
flat smack of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis
resounded through the room, and he dazedly dropped his head to
take one of her taut-pulsing nipples into his mouth to suck on it
urgently and prompt even further moans of servile longing and
submission to rise to her lips.
Then suddenly, Jennifer gasped with alarm as she felt the
boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her cunt. The
hard rubbery head seemed to flare out until she feared it would
tear straight up into her belly. For a moment she didn't even
know what was happening, then it dawned on her that the youngster
was about to cum. He was about to shoot his warm cream-like young
semen into her voraciously accepting cunt, and just the thought of
it made her shiver with lewd delight. Her hands darted down to
grasp his driving buttocks and pull him forward as she thrust her
open loins up higher onto his expanding cock, urging him on, ready
to take everything he had.
She was going to cum soon too and at almost the same moment
the blonde store owner felt her own long-awaited climax begin to
surge through her body with the force of an earthquake. Wrapping
her arms and legs hotly around his pumping body, she waved her
buttocks from side to side on the couch, spiraling her excited
cunt up and down on his burrowing young penis. The straining bed
springs squeaked loudly in time to the two bodies' rocking
movements, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts
and groans filled the little room, mingling with the moist noises
of the beautiful woman's wetly sucking cunt.
Suddenly Jennifer's whole body began to quiver out of control
and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened, her head
thrashing wildly from side to side. "Oh my God, my baby! I ...
I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"
Her sobbing moan rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her
body stiffened and began vibrating, her female secretions oozing
wildly from her rippling vagina, drowning the boy's impaling
member in its sweet sticky warmth.
Startled by the older woman's sudden convulsive rapture, Skip
paused a moment, losing his rhythm as she gasped out the last of
her orgasm. Then suddenly he felt his own climax begin to boil up
from the depths of his bloated testicles and he lost all control
of his thundering passion. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all
the way to the hilt into the hotly contracting depths of
Jennifer's pussy, feeling his sperm erupt deep up into her widely
stretched vagina to mix deliciously with the juices of her equally
shattering release.
* * *
Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes, looking tenderly at
the cute young boy nestled beside her and breathing the rhythmic
breath of sleep. She'd slept also, she realized. She'd even
dreamed, though she couldn't remember what about. For an
exquisite and ecstatic moment she let herself bask in the
recollection of the wonderful thing they had just shared together.
Then a lump came into her throat as she remembered her vow. Now,
she thought, filling suddenly with despair, it was all over. The
little interlude was finished and the mere idea of that made her
feel empty, as if she had nothing left to live for. But she knew
it had to be. She couldn't continue with Skip. She'd already
corrupted him, but she knew that, as much as she would have liked
to, this couldn't go on between them.
"Skip," she said softly, trying to control the quivering in
her voice. "Skip, honey, wake up and get dressed."
"Huh?" The teenager opened his eyes and looked at her as if
he didn't remember who she was or where they were. Then he
smiled. "Did I do all right, for my first time?"
"Yes, Skip." She hugged him quickly, then slid from the bed
and went to the closet and pulled a bathrobe over the soft curves
of her body. "Now, you better be getting home."
"Yeah. I guess it's night," he remarked, sitting up and
stooping to retrieve his trousers. "But I'll be back the same
time tomorrow and we can do it again, huh?"
Jennifer bit her lips and shook her head. "No, Skip. That
was the last time. If you want to do it again you'll have to find
a girl your own age."
"But I thought you liked it?" he gasped, the hurt mirrored in
his face.
"I did, Skip. Maybe I liked it too much. But this has to
stop between us. It would never work and sooner or later we'll
just get into trouble. You ... you can keep the book as ... as a
present from me. Now, good-bye," she blurted suddenly. Then she
got up and went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.
Jennifer stood looking at herself in the mirror, hearing
Skip's footsteps as he scurried to the door, flinching each time
he knocked with his fist. "Miss Watson? Open up," he called.
"What's wrong? Open up."
"No, Skip," the broken-hearted woman said, tears filling her
eyes.
He knocked some more, and called her name half a dozen times.
Then at last she heard him leave, softly closing the door to the
street behind him. Her eyes still filled with tears, Jennifer
emerged at last and went out to lock it. Still clad only in the
loosely clinging robe, the incriminating fold-out bed unchanged
from before, she stopped in her tracks as the door opened and Lou
Kelly appeared.
"Hello, baby," he said, leering as his gaze roved over her
barely concealed curves.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped, her eyes wide with
horror.
"Sort of get the feeling I've been standing in line," he
said, still grinning lecherously.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm talking about that kid," he said, now looking suddenly
dead serious.
"Oh my God! Skip, you mean. He ... he helps clean up around
the shop."
Lou shifted his position slightly to better observe the fold
out bed. "Place doesn't look very clean to me," he remarked
dryly. Then he smiled again. "Look, baby. Don't play any games.
I know what you were doing. I know it as well as those two street
punks who were listening with their ears pressed to the glass. We
all heard it. You want to hear it again?"
Oh my God, thought Jennifer. What on earth was he talking
about? Who heard what, and who were the street-punks and just
what had they all heard? Then she almost fainted as Kelly called
out in a loud falsetto that was an obscene and exaggerated mimic
of a cry she herself had made but a few moments ago:
"I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Jennifer was spellbound and speechless for a long moment.
She felt as if she were drifting out of her body, lost in
purgatory. And then she came back to herself, drawn back by a
sudden wrath that made her forget her own now terrible problem and
be aware of nothing but her own deep hatred for this man who had
caught her.
"You bastard!" she hissed. "You bastard, get out of here and
don't ever come back!"
"Aw baby, I just want a little of that good pussy before I
go."
"Get out of here!" Hardly even thinking of what she was
doing, Jennifer seized a heavy, hard-bound book off the nearest
shelf and hurled it with all her might straight at Lou Kelly's
face. It struck him directly on the nose and fell to the floor at
his feet, and from his nose the blood gushed forth brilliant red.
As Jennifer glared unrepentantly, the half-drunk man stared
dazedly back at her. He reached up and touched his nose, his face
flushing red with anger as he took his hand away and saw the
blood. Then he lifted his eyes slowly back to Jennifer. "You
bitch," he said in a voice that was almost calm. "You're going to
pay for that."
Without another word he turned and left.
Chapter 6
Jennifer sighed and consulted her watch. It was almost
closing time, almost closing time four days, to be exact, since
her last satisfying encounter with little. Skip Palmer. And
those four days, she thought, had been as miserable as any four
days she'd ever spent in her life. It had begun with her guilt,
and then as the temporary satisfaction her body experienced as a
result of the shattering climax had faded, her guilt was replaced
by loneliness and finally, raw lust. Her life had become a
constant struggle with lust. She almost went out of her mind
every afternoon as the kids from the junior high school came
pouring in, and at six o'clock on the first two days as she'd sat
here behind drawn curtains and listened to Skip bang on the door
and plead for her to let him in, she could have died.
And that wasn't the extent of her trouble. She'd begun, in
her frustration, to think a lot about Stephan. It had been she
who'd left him, and now after everything she had done she couldn't
help but wonder if she hadn't been too hasty in leaving for Reno
to get a divorce. She'd begun to dream of the long nights of
lovemaking they'd experienced together, sometimes the images from
that now distant-seeming past mingling with more recent memories
of the fourteen year old boy who'd been her only lover since her
husband. And then she'd read in the gossip section of the
Chronicle that San Francisco would be the location for the filming
of Stephan's second book. The filming would begin in a week and
Stephan, as special consultant to the director, would be here in
town. And Stephan knew Lou Kelly. And Lou Kelly knew ...
He knew everything he needed to know. Jennifer could have
cried right there for shame and horror at the thought Lou might
tell her ex-husband what he'd heard the night he'd come here. And
right that minute she might have done just that if she hadn't been
startled by the opening of the door. Looking up suddenly, she saw
a tall, rather mature looking redheaded boy she recognized as one
of the kids from the school come in. He was followed by a shorter
stockier kid, a classic fat-boy type with a very heavy stomach.
Though she'd seen these boys numerous times before, their arrival
now caused a stirring of apprehension that she couldn't
immediately identify. Then, as both boys looked at her, she
understood. These were the boys Skip had mentioned the first day
he came to study the book The Joy of Sex, unless she was mistaken.
Tony Jackson and Fred somebody. It was just that unconscious
association with Skip that had troubled her, she told herself.
But for some reason it gave her little relief.
Acutely aware of the presence of the two young but quite
mature males in her shop, Jennifer pretended to be busy by
totaling up the sales for the day. But her eyes kept drifting
furtively back up to them. She remembered what Skip had said
about them and one of the girls at school, and she couldn't help
but wondering how far they went with her when they took her out.
Skip had implied that they both took her out together, and the
sheer suggestion of the possibilities of that was almost enough to
make her tremble. And they were cute enough boys, handsome
almost, she thought. But what were they doing in her shop at
closing time? They hardly seemed to even be paying attention to
the books, and she couldn't remember either of them ever actually
buying a book. They just seemed to be browsing around as if they
were killing time, waiting for something.
"Can ... can I help you?" the blonde store owner asked
finally.
"Maybe later," said the taller redheaded boy, the one whose
name, she thought, was Tony. "We just want to look around a
little while first." He paused, looking her straight in the eye.
"If that's all right, that is," he added.
"Of ... course," Jennifer said nervously. "But I should
remind you that I'm closing in about ten minutes."
"Six o'clock, right?" said the other boy.
"That's correct. Six o'clock," Jennifer answered, finding
their attitude confusing.
Now feeling somewhat nervous, she returned to her figures,
periodically consulting her watch, though it seemed the minutes
would never tick off. And the boys just continued to browse,
occasionally chatting softly among themselves in voices so low she
couldn't discern a thing they were saying. She waited until three
minutes till six, then rose and cleared her throat, attracting
both youngsters to look at her.
"I ... I have to close now," she said, trying to control the
nervousness in her voice. "If you boys have found ... anything
you want, would you please make your purchases now so that ..."
"There's not but one thing in this shop I want," said Tony
Jackson.
"And I bet I want the same thing as you?" his companion
answered leeringly.
"But where's that damned Skip?" Tony grunted. "I put five
till six on the note. The little runt should be here by now."
"Skip?" Jennifer gasped, suddenly fearing that she
understood.
"That's right," said Tony. "You remember Skip, don't you?
Skip's been so miserable since you cut him off? I've been afraid
he's gonna get an inferiority complex, or whatever you call it."
"An inferiority complex," Jennifer remarked absurdly.
"Yeah, that's right." Tony agreed. "You know, when a guy
don't think he's no good in the sack. Well, me and Fred here are
gonna try to get things patched up between the two of you. And if
he couldn't satisfy yourself, maybe we can help."
"Skip did satisfy me," she said, her face blanching as she
realized her mistake.
The two boys looked silently at one another. "So he wasn't
lying," the stockier of the two said finally.
"Nope. And I never thought he was," said Tony. Then he
returned his gaze to Jennifer. "So why don't you go back and roll
the bed out, and me and Fred'll wait here for Skip and lock up
when he gets here."
Jennifer tried to control the trembling of her lusciously
contoured body as she looked the boy in the eyes. "You get out of
here right now," she said, "or I'm going to call the police."
"You're gonna call the fuzz, hunk?" Tony retorted. "And what
are you gonna tell 'em?"
"Oh my God," Jennifer whispered. They were right. They had
her. They could blackmail her if they wanted to. They could do
almost anything, and she had no way of defending herself against
them. Physically they were too strong for her, and after what she
had done to Skip, she could appeal to no one for help.
"Hey Tony," Fred McGuiness said, gazing out the glass window.
"There's Skip now, running up the sidewalk like a first-grader
late for school."
"Skip's coming here?" Jennifer gasped, almost mortified.
"Sure he's coming."
"He knows you're here?"
"Naw, of course not," said Tony. "We got Ramona to type him
up a note that's supposed to be from you. But we like Skip.
That's why we tried to fix him up with Ramona. And there's enough
of you for the three of us so it ain't no reason for cutting him
out."
The three of you? Jennifer thought, unable to even speak.
Then the door opened and fourteen year old Skip Palmer burst
through, panting, face sweating. "I'm sorry I'm late," he gasped,
not noticing his two classmates who stood on either side of the
door. "My grandmother made me do the laundry. You sent me a note
that ..." His voice trailed off for a moment, then he turned to
stare first at the stocky boy, then the tall redhead. "Tony!
Fred! What are you guys doing here this time of the afternoon?"
"We came to get a little pussy," Tony said absently as if he
was talking about playing pinball. "But we figured we'd cut you
in, maybe even give you some pointers on how to satisfy a
nymphomaniac."
"You little beasts!" Jennifer hissed.
"But I don't want you to touch ..." Skip began. "I don't
want you to touch her. She's ... she's mine!"
"She's not yours if you haven't had her in four days. But
she can still be part yours if you want in on the fun. Think of
it in terms of that last chapter about group sex. We're gonna
gang-bang her."
Jennifer gasped aloud and Skip could only croak: "Gang-bang
her?"
"That's right. So are you in or out?"
"But ..." Skip gasped.
"Look," said Tony. "She cut you off just when the fun was
getting good. You expect us to stand by and let her go to waste.
You can have your share of the fun too, and she's not objecting.
Look at her."
Skip turned his eyes suddenly to Jennifer. She couldn't miss
the anger welling in them, an anger she realized was directed at
her though she couldn't understand why. Then Skip looked back at
the taller of the other two boys. "You're right," he said, as if
in admission of self-defeat. "She's not objecting." He turned
his gaze back toward Jennifer before he added: "Count me in."
After that it happened almost too fast. As Jennifer stared,
immobilized by her shock, the boys drew the blinds across the
store window and threw the latch on the front door. Then they
approached her like three hungry wolves approaching an abandoned
lamb. They guided her through the curtain into the little room
behind the shop. She listened to the squeaking of the joints as
the couch was folded out into a bed. She said nothing, and she
thought if she tried to move she would faint. Then, the bed
prepared, the boys turned back to her.
"All right," said Tony. "Let's get her clothes off and fuck
her."
Oh my God, Jennifer thought. It this really happening. She
watched the teenagers step toward her' forming a triangle around
her in the cluttered little room. "Please," she managed finally
to whimper in a failing voice. "I don't want it. I don't,
really!"
Her desperate gaze met Skip's, and there was a moment of
silence as the two of them looked each other in the eyes. At last
he broke it with a whisper: "Yes, ma'am Miss Watson. You do want
it. I can see it in your eyes."
That, Jennifer thought, was really the last straw. What had
she turned Skip into? Where was the innocent boy who'd come to
her, so long ago it now seemed, with his piggy bank savings to buy
the sex manual Lou Kelly had talked her into stocking in the
store. But by that token she almost deserved what was about to
happen to her. Better that she be raped by these three sex-crazed
teenagers than some innocent virgin girl at school, and now she
could almost laugh? bitterly and ironically, at the justice of
that cruelty.
Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness
as the menacing trio moved closer to her. She looked at them, her
eyes pleading for mercy and finding no sign of it in their leering
stares. And then suddenly the three boys were on her, pawing her
with their hands, tearing at her clothing. She was completely
demoralized? completely outnumbered, and there was nothing she
could do to resist. She stood almost passively as their boyish
fingers moved demandingly over the softness of her half-naked
flesh, until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could
do nothing but gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield
her full swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp
the full meaning of what was happening to her.
Then the boys retreated and began pulling off their own
clothes. The sight was too much for Jennifer's shattered nerves,
and she stepped back, gaping in stunned horror as one after
another of the three young bodies were revealed to her. She
gasped as she observed Fred McGuiness's rippling torso noting that
his penis was almost twice the size of young Skip's. Then,
turning her eyes furtively toward Tony, she saw that the taller
boy was still wearing his shorts. Seeing he'd caught her
attention, the big freckle-faced, redheaded youngster winked.
Then slowly he pulled his jockey shorts down. And as he did so an
involuntary gasp of shock burst to helplessly naked woman's lips.
"Oh my God! No, it can't be true," she whispered brokenly.
Even Jennifer had never seen anything like this. Tony's cock
was breathtakingly large, hanging still limp and dangling against
his thigh, surrounded by a thick bush of curling red hair. It was
too big. No woman could ever take that inside her vagina, and
with conscious effort Jennifer forced herself to look away as she
desperately tried to get her panic in check.
"One of us other guys'll fuck you first to loosen it up
before Tony starts," Fred said soothingly, sensing Jennifer's
trepidation.
"Oh no, please," the blonde begged as the naked boys moved
back to her, their hands grasping her shoulders and pushing her
down onto the bed.
"She's a little nervous," Tony remarked. "Somebody better
eat her pussy first and see if we can get her to relax a little
bit."
Skip took a deep breath. "I'll do it. That's something I
still haven't tried."
"Good boy," said Tony with genuine admiration in his voice.
Jennifer was lost in a shocked state of drunken numbness as
she reclined down on her back and watched the young boy she'd so
recently initiated into the arts of loving climb up between her
already lewdly parted thighs. For a moment their eyes met and she
hardly even recognized this wild little animal of a male as the
innocent kid who'd come to the bookstore with the money from his
piggy bank. Oh my God, she thought. He was really mad. Mad at
the fact that she'd refused to let him continue his afternoon
visits to the store, and he genuinely did believe that she was
raising no objection to the cruel rape to which the three of them
were about to subject her. That had only further pricked his ego,
and she knew instinctively now that he was going to wreak a
vengeance on her the likes of which she had never known. She was
about to have her pussy eaten? eaten alive.
The fearful blonde shuddered and clenched her eyes shut
against the sensation of Skip's hands dancing with surprising
lightness over the sensitive surfaces of her exposed inner thighs.
A slight uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through her
flesh at his gentle touch? and she was torn between passion and
shame and utter mortification as she watched his tongue slowly
circle his lips in anticipation of the cruel lashing it was about
to inflict on her helpless pussy.
Savoring her discomfort, Skip began a slow tortured outward
movement with his hands, drawing her rosy cuntal lips slowly apart
until the moist, gently pulsing slit of her vagina was exposed to
the excited gaze o f the other two eagerly watching teenagers.
Then with a low animal-like groan of lust, the small dark-haired
youngster dropped his head and buried the full length of his
searching tongue up into the slippery depths of Jennifer's
widespread cunt.
The beautiful bookstore owner's whole voluptuous body jerked
suddenly and a low groan escaped her lips. Shocks of unwelcome
pleasure began to purl through her belly and she lifted her head
up from the bed to stare down in undisguised dismay at the sight
of the young boy's head wedged between her open thighs. My God,
why was she letting them do this to her? she asked herself. The
answer, of course, was that she was being raped against her will.
Wasn't she?
"You can't, Skip. Please don't do it to me, please don't do
it," she chanted over and over again as her head fell back onto
the softness of the bed. She couldn't let herself be conquered by
the tantalizing tongue that was plundering without mercy in and
out of the involuntarily dilating depths of her cunt. Yet even
against her will she could feel the traitorous excitement building
in her body until it felt like her nerve-ends were exploding in
tiny bursts of flaming desire.
The captive woman was finding it less and less easy to
remember that she was being raped, being forced into cooperating
with an obscene sexual orgy being perpetrated by the trio of lust-
driven teenage boys. Her straining muscles began to relax into a
soft receptiveness as she felt Skip's hot young moistly sucking
even more eagerly on her naked pussy. She could feel him drawing
the tingling folds of her vagina deep into the thrilling warm
cavern of his mouth and a long low sigh escaped from her throat to
signal the beginnings of willing submission to the unwanted oral
assault.
Smiling in lewd self-satisfaction, Skip pressed his face
lower, pushing his open mouth against the desire-swollen wetness
of Jennifer's defenseless cunt. He began to nibble gently at the
quivering bud of her clitoris, and at this even more devastating
sensation the spread-eagled woman's hips began a writhing of their
own and soft mewling animal sounds leaked sensuously from between
her tightly clenched teeth.
Her gasps of pleased surprise echoed through the little room,
causing the other two boys to glance at each other with knowing
looks before they crowded in closer for an ever better look at the
lewd tongue-fucking that was being inflicted on the woman's pinkly
palpitating pussy. She had jerked forward with the first hot
teasing contact in an instinctive spasm of delight, screwing her
buttocks hard up against Skip's grinning face, and now her vaginal
passage began automatically to expand and contract, clenching
tightly as the slavering tongue continued to burrow deep inside
her. Her breath exploded into the air in quick small gasps as he
curled and flicked the darting tip all along the trembling hair-
lined slit of her cunt, his nose rutting her clitoris to prompt a
repeated involuntary arching of her nakedly churning ass-cheeks up
from the bed.
Skip basked in his own personal triumph and the admiration of
his two classmates as he worked hungrily over the twenty-four year
old blonde on the bed, his tongue assiduously thrusting in and out
of her flowering cunt, plunging again and again to make a wet
sluicing noise with each limber penetration. His face dove deeper
into the warm moist crevice between her thighs, and his lips
sucked and teased hungrily at her clitoris, tantalizing her with
the sharp tips of his teeth while she writhed and churned her
upthrust buttocks in a lewd dance of aroused desire and want. At
last, he chuckled obscenely right between her thighs as he felt
Jennifer's hands move down to begin to claw desperately at his
hair to pull his face even tighter against her loins.
All her inhibitions were lost and the lust-demented woman
groaned in shameless desire, grasping her young lover's head
tighter with both her hands and pressing his mouth directly over
the tight little hole of her impassioned vagina. Her cunt
flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased with each
additional second that his sucking mouth worked at her wide-split
crevice. The fragrant wetness of her impassioned flesh began to
course in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating
cheeks, causing them to shine in the soft light.
"Jesus," Fred gasped. "Look at her go. Skip was right.
She's really a wildcat."
"Give her hell, Skipper," Tony echoed in encouragement to his
friend.
Jennifer barely heard the boys' obscene comments, but their
general admiration of the job he was doing seemed only to incite
Skip to greater efforts. His tongue licked even more gluttonously
at her flame-seared pussy and her up-drawn legs spasmodically
opened and closed around his laboring face. The wild abandoned
tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to the only recently
initiated youngster that she was almost ready to cum, and his own
small stiff penis was throbbing with anticipation as he worked his
mouth and tongue furiously over her pulsating cunt-slit, keeping
always in mind the fact that very soon he would quit eating her
and actually drive his cock deep up into the maddening softness of
her wetly craving pussy.
Then suddenly Skip felt he could wait no longer. He was so
excited that if he didn't fuck her pretty quick he was going to
cum all over the bed, and with a sudden groan he withdrew his
glistening face from her loins and drew himself up in a kneeling
position of her nakedly spread-eagled body.
Jennifer gasped at the ceasing of the youngster's thrilling
oral caress on her loins, and she was about to protest before she
saw him lowering himself in between her thighs. She stilled the
cry on her lips, issuing instead a soft cry of passion as she
threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him down onto her.
She had been so close to orgasm she'd almost thought she would die
when he stopped eating her, but she realized he was going to fuck
her, and the way she felt now, she thought that would be even
better.
As the excited blonde woman's legs kicked up and her heels
curled around his sinewy hips, the trembling teenager thrust his
pelvis forward toward the gaping slit of her lust-throbbing cunt.
With no further preliminaries, he grasped his rigid little cock
and guided it straight up into her excitedly waiting vagina, his
body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from
her lungs. He levered up on his arms again, then drove his
granite-hard penis as deep as it would go up into her hungrily
clasping pussy. His balls smacked with a thud against the crack
between her upturned buttocks before he flexed deeply and withdrew
and then rammed his whole skewering cock-length all the way into
her again.
"Oooooh," Jennifer moaned ecstatically beneath him as the
warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling
cock-shaft like a tight-fitting glove. Skip's thickly distended
cock raced in and out of the hungering depths of her belly, her
heated wetness surrounding him, lubricating his every stroke. As
the youth ground his pelvis down into her writhing flesh, Jennifer
strained back under him, arching her quaking loins, lifting both
their pumping bodies and almost tossing him off her with her wild
backings up from the bed.
This was what she had needed since she'd quit seeing Skip.
And it was so good. It was the best thing she'd ever known: being
fucked. The wantonly aroused woman chanted in lewd incoherence to
the hard-fucking youth as his jerking cock pistoned again and
again into her mercilessly stretched pussy. Skip's mouth covered
hers and his tongue rammed deep between her lips, his saliva
drooling down her throat as Jennifer sucked with an insanity born
of lust, savoring the musky flavor of her own sex on the teenage
boy's mouth. Then she moaned even more deliriously as she
strained her body toward the peak of sensation that was now so
near.
As she continued to buck with abandon beneath the boy's
slamming body, she felt his cock stiffen without warning and
suddenly begin to spew its white-hot liquid far up into the hidden
recesses of her tortured womb. Spurt after spurt of the sticky
cum ricocheted against the walls of her expanding passage, almost
drowning her in its creamy flowing warmth. And then she jerked
and writhed even more wildly, trying to go with him, trying and
trying and ... failing.
Jennifer groaned aloud in frustration and agony. At the last
instant something had happened. She'd lost the thread and missed
her chance to cum. And even now, though she continued to strain
for it, she could feel it slipping away. Then Skip's weight fell
heavily across her still-writhing body and she felt his spent
penis begin to slither back out of her desperately clasping cunt.
Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but
Skip's now half-limber cock evaded her anguished upward thrusts.
He rolled from her body, breathing heavily, looking shamefully up
as he realized what had happened. He had failed her. He had
failed her right here in front of the other guys and she hadn't
even cum.
"I guess I screwed up," he said looking in embarrassment at
Tony.
"No, Skip. I did," Jennifer gasped. "It wasn't your fault.
That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. I just
tightened up at the end."
"That's right," Tony said. "You really laid it to her good.
Get yourself a few minutes rest and in a little bit you can let
her have it again."
Jennifer closed her eyes, still squirming in unfulfilled need
on the bed. She waited for a moment, exerting all the self-
control she possessed to keep from reaching down and fingering
herself with her own hand. Then she opened her eyes again and
through the haze of her passion she made out the face of Fred
McGuiness leaning over her, grinning in obscene amusement. "But
what do you want now, Miss Bookstore Owner?" he said mockingly.
"I want someone else to fuck me! For God's sake, do you have
to ask such a silly question?"
Jennifer's unsatisfied cunt was twitching like a nerve out of
control, a steaming oven aching to be filled. Her muscles felt so
tense that she was afraid they might snap if someone didn't put a
cock in her right away, and she began to sob shamelessly in
pleading for a continuation of the ravishment her desire-ridden
body so desperately needed.
"Tony," Fred said with a grin. "I think she's hot enough
she'll even take you on now."
Jennifer gasped, holding her breath as she watched the tall
redheaded boy levering up onto the bed and stretching himself out
between her widespread thighs. Her blue eyes traveled slowly down
his muscular body, her cries of hunger dying in her throat as she
perceived the giant cock that reared out from his belly like a
third arm with a huge pair of fists balled below it. It was so
large that she couldn't at first imagine if it was really real.
Then Tony flexed and it jerked obscenely before her eyes, causing
her to cringe back against the soft cushion on which she lay.
As Jennifer closed her eyes against the terror-inspiring
sight, she felt Tony lower himself down upon her naked body. For
a moment she thought she would blank out, and then suddenly she
felt him seize her arms and pinion them up above her head, and as
the terrifying shaft of his cock brushed threateningly along her
inner thigh, the seriousness of her plight suddenly dawned on her.
This was no dream, no mere sex fantasy. This was really
happening. He was really going to try to fuck her with his
monstrous young cock, and even in her all-consuming lust she knew
that was more than she could bear. It would split her apart at
the seams.
Chapter 7
"Get her legs," Tony snapped as Jennifer suddenly tried to
clasp her thighs together.
"No!" Jennifer cried. "You must be joking. I can't take
you. I can't!"
Ignoring her apparent terror, the other two youths seized her
ankles and pulled them out far apart. The delicate sensitive
pussy-slit nestling in the soft blonde hair flowered into full
view between her thighs as Tony levered higher upon her prone and
helplessly pinned body. Writhing in mortifying terror, Jennifer
shook her head back and forth in fear and disbelief. It just
couldn't be true. This young boy was a freak, half-human and
half-stallion, and she knew that if he fucked her with his over-
sized cock she would be ruined forever. Even her husband Stephan
hadn't been so well-hung.
But she couldn't get away and suddenly, following Tony's
hoarse directions, the boys holding her ankles drew the slenderly
quaking columns of her legs up off the floor and back over her
shoulders until her very toes were touching the head of the bed.
Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched
beyond belief, and now the flat plane of her hair-fringed pussy
was offered up to the hulking giant of a boy like a sacrificial
offering. There was nothing she could do to defend herself---her
loins were his to plunder at his will.
Tony grinned down at her pussy with undisguised lust,
stroking his immensely dilated penis with his hand as if in greedy
preparation for the brutal assault he was about to launch. His
powerful body inched slowly forward, his impatient cock jutting
out obscenely, the great trunk of hardened male flesh bouncing and
springing as he flexed.
Jennifer peered up through blurred eyes, awed and terrified
as she watched the muscles bulge on the young body advancing on
the exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her gaze
away from the heavily jouncing instrument that was about to rip
into her tight little pussy in vicious and brutal rape, and now
the sight of it hypnotized her into abject stillness. She could
do nothing but lie panting as she awaited the beginning of this
devastating attack.
Then suddenly and without further warning or preparation,
Tony jerked his hips back and in spite of her fear she lunged her
pelvis upward, searching with her gaping hot pussy for the
monstrous pole of flesh that was about to rip her belly asunder.
As though she were under some kind of spell, she watched the great
fanning cock-head find her moist warm cuntal opening and hold
itself poised for an almost unbearable moment before nosing
threateningly at the hot clasping flanges of her hair-fringed
cunt.
The muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted
himself up higher over Jennifer's upturned loin. The thick
palpitating head of his cock remained posed at her quivering pussy
entrance for what seemed an eternity before he suddenly jerked his
pelvis forward and with one brutal lunge shoved the huge, blood-
filled tip of his penis up between her legs into the soft fleshy
folds of her inner cuntal depths.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" she moaned, tossing her head
insanely from side to side at the agonizing pain of the junior
high school giant's obscene penetration of her loins.
The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his
lust-inflamed hardness another tortuous inch up into her aching
cunt as she tried to free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning
hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhuman
impalement to which she was being subjected. But the two other
youths held her firm, determined not to let her go.
"Nooooooooo," she cried fearfully. "It's too big! Stop, my
God! Stop before you kill me." She was certain she was being
ripped right up the middle from anus to cunt. The pain was almost
unbearable, searing her cruelly stretched body as though she were
lain out on an inquisitors rack.
And as the lewd penetration continued with relentless force,
she felt the hot breath of the other boys leaning closer to her
helpless body. She felt their hands clutching at her breasts,
their fingernails scratching and mauling every accessible inch of
her flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with tiny
crawling insects, all feverishly working to penetrate every
opening of her defenseless body.
"Nooooooo! Please no!" Jennifer wept hysterically, tears of
anguish pouring out from her wide, unseeing blue eyes. Her
struggling protests seemed only to incite Tony onward and with a
knowing grin, the hefty teenager pushed forward to plow his lust-
swollen penis deep up into her narrowly resisting passage, forcing
rippling waves of lewdly stretched cunt-flesh out of its way as it
burrowed brutally in.
The suffering woman quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft
plunged nonstop into her belly. Her mind raced in a frantic
attempt to understand what was happening to her as the hard-
driving cock filled her loins, crowding out inner organs as it
tunneled deeper and deeper. She feared it would burst through
into her throat if it didn't stop soon, but still his rampaging
penis drove farther upward, tearing her soul almost out of her
body in its overwhelming barbaric sensuality.
Then it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt the boy's pelvis
slammed against the stretched cheeks of her upturned buttocks and
the immense sperm-filled testicles slapped into the wide split
crevice against her sensitive little anus. The lust-inflated cock
was sunk all the way to the hilt in her quivering pussy, filling
every part of her tortured inner cavern.
Tony groaned, hovering motionless for a moment over the
imprisoned woman's deeply skewered body, waiting for her to adjust
to the presence of the huge throbbing cock-shaft planted in her
belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began to relax, her
tightly clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the
initial agony of his intrusion gradually faded.
"Jeeez, will you look at that?" Fred gasped, bending closer
to peer at the hair-fringed lips stretched out pinkly around the
pulsing base of his friend's outlandish cock-shaft.
"She's tight, all right," Tony grunted. "Ramona probably
doesn't even remember the day her pussy was as tight as this
babe's."
Laughing softly, he flexed his giant rod inside her and a
deep groan escaped Jennifer's throat. She clenched her teeth
against the maddening titillation, but he flexed again and again,
grinning broadly at his two partners as the blonde woman flinched
in uncontrolled spasms beneath him. Already he could feel her
throbbing cunt-passage beginning to adjust to him, and he started
to move his hips in a slow sensual rhythm, grinding his huge
member tightly into her naked pussy, stretching the cringing walls
until the rigidly pulsating shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina
like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
Jennifer felt young hands moving lewdly over the twin half
moons of her ass-cheeks and her flattened breasts. She felt
fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy hair-lined lips of the cunt
clamping so tightly around the solidly embedded penis. And then
the skewered woman stiffened in shock as she felt an anonymous
fingertip venturing down to explore the sensitive little hole of
her anus, teasing at the puckered opening like a tiny cock,
pressing harder and harder. She winced as it suddenly popped up
into the tightly surrounding ring of flesh and wormed its way
gradually up and up in the squeezing tightness of her rectum.
Angry moans of protest burst from the young divorcee's lips.
Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible
repair and the added insult of this additional penetration seemed
more than she deserved. And at the same time she felt another of
the boys' hands mauling and crushing over her breasts.
Above her, Tony groaned. Then, kneeling over her jackknifed
form, the heavily muscled youth began a slow fucking motion in and
out of Jennifer's wide-stretched pussy. The torturous agony that
she had felt only a few moments ago was now gradually fading, and
though she was sure she had been damaged for life she still
couldn't quell the little tingles of pleasure that were fluttering
through her loins. The outrageous debasement to which she had
been subjected had begun to create a strange masochistic
excitement stirring through her tortured flesh. She was being
fucked. She was being fucked again even if it killed her, and she
began to forget everything else but the rejuvenated promise of
release it inspired. Attempting movement for the first time since
Tony had impaled her, she started to cautiously rotate her
buttocks. And as she discovered this did not increase her pain,
she allowed herself to begin to follow the rhythm of the big cock
skewering in and out of her and the hot finger-fucking of her
anus. She ground her hips upward with increasingly lustful speed,
and in moments she was matching the obscenely wracking lunges of
the grunting adolescent above her.
"Oh yes," she gasped out in final surrender. "Yes, fuck me.
Fuck me like that."
Jennifer squirmed her body hungrily beneath the dancing hands
clutching at her sensation-maddened nakedness. Her eyes opened
and she gazed dazedly up into Tony's face. On either side of her
she was aware of the other two naked bodies, one of them mauling
her breasts and the other's finger working in and out of her
clenching rectum almost in time with his friend's enormously
violating cock.
She was a prisoner, surrounded, defeated, but no longer with
the will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with
delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and breasts and
anus. She was trapped, helpless, and she endured her punishment
with shameful relish.
"Oh don't stop, don't ever stop," she chanted huskily,
rotating her up-tilted buttocks faster and faster to keep pace
with the two pistons of teenage flesh, penis and finger, pummeling
up into her fiery belly. Her entire being was centered around
those two skewering instruments and nothing else was important,
neither shame nor fear, nothing but the wildly pulsing reality of
the hard male flesh riveting into her belly.
Then gradually Jennifer became aware of a movement near her
head and she opened her eyes to see Fred, his cock again fully
erected, moving to a kneeling position almost over her face.
"I can't wait any longer," the fat boy explained to Tony.
"You don't mind if I fuck her in the mouth while you're getting
her pussy, do you?"
"Shit no, help yourself," Tony said generously. "But it'll
be easier if we turn her over."
Jennifer was too dazed from the force of her passion to
actually understand what the youths were getting at. She groaned
in feeble protest as she felt the out-sized cock being withdrawn
from her now yearning loins, but she didn't resist as she was
rolled forcibly onto her belly.
"Kneel up," Tony commanded, then impatiently grabbed at her
satin-skinned flanks to jerk her to her knees. She swayed for a
moment as she knelt there on all fours, her sex-drugged brain
reeling with all the effort of keeping her body balanced as the
boys maneuvered into position fore and aft. Sloe smiled weakly as
she felt Tony's gigantically pulsing cock again being wedged
tightly up between her open thighs from behind and unconsciously
she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling
the huge head of his penis pressing against the lewdly dripping
furrow of her cunt. With a loud grunt the redhead behind her
surged forward again, impaling her body once more on his massively
hardened penis, causing her to jump forward with surprise from the
sudden ruthless thrust.
Her startled face ran head-on into young Fred McGuiness's
impatiently waiting cock and it shoved without warning between her
moist, parted lips and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She
could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of
her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping out of it
to fill the cavern between her cheeks with its pungent taste.
She gagged as it rammed halfway down her throat, the full
length of the boy's long hard penis disappearing between her
firmly availed lips. And as the two youngsters began to thrust in
and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Jennifer was dimly
aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the
short wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time Fred
shoved forward into her mouth. She fought for breath, managing to
catch small gasps of air on the out-strokes as the fat boy
instituted a rapid thrusting rhythm between her lips.
"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-
driven form back and forth between them, using her captive body as
a receptacle into which they would pump their building sperm.
Slowly the very debasement of her situation began to flicker
through her mind, and the obscene humiliation of being used by the
three young males buffeting her viciously between them began to
excite her even more. The desire in her belly blossomed to full
bloom and she began to roll her upthrust buttocks in luxuriating
circles, tightening her cruelly ravished cunt muscles around the
huge driving penis pummeling her from behind, sucking warmly on
the one in her mouth, wanting to milk them both dry until she
overflowed from both ends with lewdly flowing cum.
Behind her, Tony was building swiftly toward the end. tie
began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly
against the soft yielding crevice of her upturned buttocks. His
big hands gripped her wildly jerking hips, and her tender flesh
was squeezed into random shapes beneath his clenching fingers.
His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his
mouth. He looked down at her in obscene triumph, the sight of her
bucking and squirming before him as she was impaled from both ends
sending chills up his spine.
"Jeez, look at her go," Fred groaned, ramming hard in between
her lips.
The saliva in Jennifer's contorted mouth was becoming thick
and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluid that seeped
from the end of Fred's cock sunk to the hilt into her warm oral
depths. She could see the boy's muscular hips straining in front
of her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure,
and his strong fingers wound tightly in her shining dark hair,
pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire
length of his thrusting rod of flesh.
The ravished woman felt her own excitement mounting to
impossible heights as the granite-hard penis began to throb and
thicken to greater hardness in her lewdly sucking mouth, driving
forward almost to her tonsils as though in unconscious effort to
join and fuse with the mammoth cock pistoning up into her belly
from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in
her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer and
closer to the brain-reeling orgasm she craved. She sucked with
her mouth and waggled her upturned buttocks in frenzied abandon as
she felt her peak approach. There was nothing else in the world
now but to please these two lust-crazed teenagers to the best of
her ability, and to wallow obscenely in her own lurid pleasure as
she did so.
Then simultaneously with the rising tide of her oncoming
climax, Jennifer sensed the cock fucking into her pussy beginning
to tense and inflate even harder. She felt her thighs being swept
apart as the red-haired youth drove powerfully up into her,
shoving his relentlessly hardened penis as far as it would go into
her belly to spew suddenly his hot teeming load of cum into her
wildly contracting cunt.
Jennifer hunched back in sensual frenzy as she felt the
seething sperm flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it
until she thought she would burst. She felt it dribbling back out
of the hair-covered lips of her forever-stretched pussy jammed
back against Tony's muscular loins while his bloated testicles
slapped maddeningly against her clitoris to cause her to lunge
spasmodically forward and bury her face even more tightly in his
loins.
Then Fred's cock burst forth as well, filling her cheeks with
his boiling semen until she was forced to swallow to keep from
choking on the fiery gushes of sperm. Her lips clasped tightly
around the lurching cock-shaft and she was fearful of losing even
a drop of the precious flood. But there was too much. She could
never have swallowed it all at the speed that it was being pumped
into her gagging throat, and in spite of all her efforts little
driblets of it spilled out from the corners of her mouth. Thin
glistening strands of the viscous milk-white liquid connected her
lips to the now deflating cock as it was withdrawn and slipped
away from her flushed and panting face.
The impassioned blonde continued to hungrily thrust her hips
back onto the monstrous penis that was still slamming its load of
jism up into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt. And with a
wail from between her now tightly clenched teeth, she felt her own
body soar up and explode into what seemed like a shower of tiny
blazing stars with wild raw ecstasy that sent her brain whirling
crazily in the orgasmic passion of release.
A moment later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she
fell forward wearily on the bed as the spent cock popped lightly
from her passion-drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air
rushed into the now empty but forever stretched opening as her
body lay tired and blissfully satiated on the bed.
But she should have known the boys would not be that easily
satisfied. Skip was already excited again, his lust completely
rejuvenated, and he was determined to get everything he could out
of the night. The other boys would have erections again almost as
soon as she could have batted an eye. There were many other
combinations for them to try. Fred was determined to fuck her in
the cunt and Tony equally anxious to try her mouth.
Jennifer didn't even count the times she was fucked that
night. She didn't count her orgasms. But by the time the boys
were satisfied and dressed and gone, leaving her to lie in a
nakedly sobbing heap on the bed, she was sure she had been
satiated forever. And she was sure of one other thing. She
couldn't stop this from happening again if she were here and
available for these boys every night at six. She would have to
close the shop, for a while at least, and write off the loss to
sick-leave.
Chapter 8
Jennifer had had enough for a while, as it turned out. The
morning after she was subjected to the cruel gang rape, her pussy
and anus and jaw were so sore she could hardly walk. But she
didn't feel now that she'd been severely and permanently damaged,
and there was a certain relief in being free from the constant
want and frustration that had previously nagged her. She remained
free of this want for several days, though after that time she
felt it creeping back over her. But she didn't return to the shop
yet, as she had determined to take a full two weeks off, even if
it did hurt her business. Then she would figure out how to face
the rest of her life.
* * *
The following Sunday was rainy and San Francisco lay almost
in darkness beneath a thick blanket of clouds. But Jennifer liked
rain, especially on days like this when she had no intention of
going out. It seemed an added insulation from the outside world,
and she found it immensely pleasurable just to laze around her
apartment and watch it patter against the window. She had picked
up a bottle of whiskey for medicinal purposes, to help her sleep,
but she decided that in celebration of the rain it wouldn't hurt
her to have a little nip in the afternoon. She had, in fact,
several nips before rallying the willpower to put the bottle away,
and she was feeling rather light-headed as a result of the
alcohol. Then she remembered that the next week her husband would
be in town working on the film version of his new book, and
suddenly her good mood turned to bad.
Jennifer wondered what her life would be like now if she
hadn't left Stephan. Their breakup had come just when he was on
the verge of getting into the big Hollywood money, and though he
was certainly a rich man by now, he hadn't been rich when she
lived with him. In fact, they had gone through some pretty rough
times? though she had never objected because of her faith in his
writing ability.
"Oh well, what's the use of worrying about it now?" she asked
herself aloud as she watched a scrawling of lightning slash across
the clouds. But Stephan was no worse than she for what he had
done. Any man would be tempted by the kind of women that were
available if he had a connection with the movies, and at least he
wasn't a child molester. But at the time Jennifer had left him in
a rage, she'd operated under a different set of morals, a set of
morals which were forever lost to her now.
Sighing, the sensuous blonde stood up, smoothing her hands
softly down over her bulging breasts and sleek shapely thighs
outlined in the light housecoat she wore. She was wondering what
she might do next to amuse herself when she was startled by the
chiming of the door bell. Automatically she turned to go answer
it. Then she hesitated, perhaps stopped by an intuitive warning.
She couldn't imagine who it might be, but she could hardly think
of anyone she would want to see in her present solitary mood.
Then the chimes rang again and she shrugged and went on down the
hall and undid the chain latch, her mouth dropping open wide with
surprise as she opened the door and found herself confronted by
the tall, handsome man of thirty who had once been her husband and
lover.
"Stephen? What are you doing here?"
"Hello, baby," said Stephan Watson, moving through the door
before his wife could find the presence of mind to close it,
should she have been so inclined. "I came to see you."
"But ... but how did you find my apartment?"
"Your store was closed. I got hold of the landlady and gave
her an autographed copy of my book in exchange for the
information." Stephan stared at her in silence for a moment, then
shook his head. "You're a real cunt."
"Stephen!"
"You duck out on me just when things are about to get good,
just over one slip with a couple of girls who came to the suite
and threw themselves at me. And then I come back here and find
..."
"Oh no," Jennifer gasped, realizing that Stephan must have
already talked to Lou Kelly.
"I find that you're screwing around with some stupid high
school kid." Jennifer's ex-husband's eyes were burning with
sudden rage as he stepped toward her and reached out with both his
hands to seize her shoulders, shaking her until she thought her
neck would snap. "You leave me, you bitch, without a word and get
a divorce and don't tell me where you are! You are a goddamned
fucking idiot. Do you know that? An idiot!"
"Yes, I know it," Jennifer sobbed, feeling his fingers
digging painfully into her thinly covered shoulders. "But what
happened with that boy was an accident."
"So it's true?"
"Yes, it's true," she sighed, breaking loose and turning away
as the tears filled her eyes.
"Well, I'll be goddamned. l halfway thought the creep might
have been lying. All right I'll leave you to your goddamned
little punk friend."
"He's not a punk."
The young writer laughed softly, his eyes roving hungrily
over the rounds of his wife's buttocks under the robe. "But
first, I just want to pay my last respects. There's one thing I
always wanted to do to you when we were married and never quite
got around to. Now it'll be something for you to remember me by."
Hardly comprehending, Jennifer slowly turned, her eyes
widening with dismay as she saw Stephan begin to strip off his
clothes. She barely suppressed a gasp as she caught sight of the
rigid shaft of his cock standing up in obscene erection from
between his thighs. His long hard penis was visibly throbbing as
if with a kind of violent passion, and she couldn't tear her eyes
away from the sight. She had never seen it look so big, never
seen it look so thick and heavy and threatening.
"Well, kid, do you think that will suit you? A little of
this up your hot little ass?"
Jennifer blushed, averting her eyes, and in a sudden swift
motion Stephan moved forward and yanked loose the sash that held
her robe together in front, shoving it from her shoulders to drop
on the floor before she had time to catch it. She was completely
naked, completely vulnerable before him, and she had never felt so
ashamed of herself in her life. And she knew that now her
marriage really was ruined forever. There could never be anything
again between them, and that was a fact she hadn't even faced when
she was filing for her divorce.
"Into the bedroom," Stephan growled, his eyes devouring her
naked flesh.
"Stephen, not like this," Jennifer whimpered in feeble
protest.
"I said into the goddamn bedroom! And onto the goddamn bed!"
Looking into his maddened eyes, she realized suddenly that it
would be futile to even try to resist. He looked like he had gone
completely crazy and, feeling a sudden surge of real fear for her
safety, Jennifer turned and walked quickly through to the bedroom,
hearing her ex-husband's bare footsteps shuffling behind her. Her
heart pounding furiously in her chest, she dropped down onto the
bed. Then a moan welled in her throat as Stephan climbed up
beside her, his hands reaching out to grab brutally at her
fearfully trembling nakedness, his fingers digging into the soft
mounds of her quivering breasts. He stroked over her hips in
rough abrasive gestures which evoked, in spite of their gruffness,
a familiar tingling response through her suddenly throbbing
vagina. A thrill of remembered excitement rippled over the entire
surface of her naked skin, and for a moment she tried to let
herself imagine that this was going to be like the lovemaking they
had experienced before, before their marriage and her life had
fallen apart.
Then, just as she was almost beginning to relax, the hopeful
blonde felt Stephan's fingers cruelly tighten on her hips, and
against her will she found herself being turned over face-down on
the mattress. He forced her to kneel up on her knees, her head
pressed down into the pillow, and the bewildered beauty began
fearfully to struggle, a remark he'd made earlier flashing back
into her mind with a chill of terror as she got the first inkling
of what he wanted to do to her. But in spite of all her efforts
to resist, her face was pressed further down until her nose and
mouth were buried in the pillow, and she couldn't even have
screamed. And her back ached painfully as her naked ass-cheeks
were jerked into a high defenseless position.
Jennifer felt her former spouse's hands working cruelly at
her quivering buttocks, and she gasped with pain as his
fingernails dug like claws into her skin. "Oh Stephan. Please!
You're hurting me!"
The strain on her body was agonizing as he used his thumbs to
separate the satin-skinned mounds of her buttocks, and she heard
the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between
them came into view. For a moment, she dared hope he would be
satisfied with simply this piece of humiliation, but then she
cried out involuntarily as she felt the flickering tip of his
tongue licking hotly and wetly up between the widespread mounds
behind her. She gasped, wiggling forward in a frantic attempt to
escape the teasing sensation.
"Keep still!" Stephan hissed, digging his teeth into the
yielding flesh of one upturned buttock.
"Aaaagghh! Stop it, please," she wailed. "It hurts."
At last he stopped, leaving her ass-cheeks sore and raw from
the angry nips of his teeth. Once again, Jennifer thought she had
been spared, but seconds later she realized she should never have
dared to hope it.
Again she felt her quivering buttocks being forced painfully
apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs. And then her eyes
bulged in disbelief as she felt the distinct prodding of his
outstretched finger right against her defenseless anus. Dear God!
What was he going to do? She tried to edge away from the
intolerable pressure against the tiny rubber-like opening, terror
creeping like cold fingers up her spine. Fear numbed her brain
and paralyzed her limbs, and her mouth felt suddenly chalky dry.
"No, Stephan, noooo!" she wailed as she felt his finger press
harder and suddenly slip with a pop up into the crinkled little
orifice.
Stephan stared hungrily down at the smooth white moons of his
former wife's subserviently spread ass-cheeks and the exciting
view of his middle finger half-embedded in her tight back passage.
He grinned savagely to himself as he relished the act to which he
was about to subject her. "This is one for you to teach your
little boyfriend," he growled, rotating his finger around in the
narrow passage, pushing it forward past the second knuckle and all
the way to the third.
Ignoring her cries of fear and pain, Stephan dug into
Jennifer's cringing rectal depths, intent on shaming and
humiliating her in punishment for having betrayed him. Her
tightly puckered rectal opening was warm and throbbing around his
finger, and it was only as he felt its thrilling caress that he
became fully convinced to carry through with the fantasy that had
seized his consciousness. He was going to fuck her back there,
right in the little brown puckered hole of her anus.
Jennifer was in an agony of mortification and pain. It was
too much. What he was doing to her was inhuman and sick, and
desperately, she tried to crawl free and dislodge his painfully
skewering finger from her rectum and free herself from the
terrible impalement between her wide-held buttocks.
"Keep still, goddamn it, or I'll ram my whole fucking arm up
your ass," Stephan snarled venomously behind her.
The petrified woman was suddenly motionless. There was no
hope in struggling. She was afraid to risk angering him further,
afraid of what he might do to her. Hot tears of misery coursed
down her face onto the pillow as she remembered the happier times
she'd spent with him, the wonderful and exquisite nights of
lovemaking. And now he hated her.
Her abjectly kneeling body felt cramped and her tiny anal
opening was throbbing in pain, but that was nothing compared to
the mental agony she was enduring. She was being degraded beyond
belief by the only man she'd ever loved, a man she still loved
more than anyone in the world, and she didn't care if she lived
another day after it was over. After this, she thought she would
never feel like a human being again.
Jennifer was so lost in her remorse that she hardly noticed
when Stephan finally withdrew his finger from her cruelly
stretched anus and began rubbing the pulsating head of his cock up
against her parted rectal opening. His long surging hardness
throbbed like a living thing against the tiny puckered opening,
but she didn't care what happened now. No pain he could inflict
on her could match the heartache she was already experiencing.
The lust-crazed author gazed down leeringly at his thick
throbbing penis poised at Jennifer's tightly clenched anal ring,
and he breathed deep and flashed a grin of obscene satisfaction.
Then he positioned his lust-swollen cock-head even harder against
the small, fearfully closed ring of flesh, noting with a swell of
satisfaction the glaring difference in size between it and his
anger-thickened cock. His penis was going to hurt her, going to
stretch her rectum until she couldn't sit down for a week. And
she deserved everything she was going to get. Beyond all his
lust, revenge was still uppermost in his mind, revenge for her
having left him and divorced him, revenge for what Lou Kelly had
told him about her and the teenage school kid.
Then, with an enraged growl, Stephen surged forward to force
his blood-heavy penis against the slavishly clenching little
opening of her rectum, trying with all his might to insert its
menacing thickness into the tiny aperture.
At first it seemed that no matter how hard he pushed he
wasn't going to be able to get it in. It blunted against the
tightly resisting orifice or slipped downward toward her wetly
dripping cunt. He heard Jennifer's muffled gasp of pain turn to a
feeble moan of alarm as he rammed forward a second time, but still
found it futile. He hesitated, cursing in frustration, and then
blinded by his perverse lust and insatiable fury, he drove his
hips forward with all his strength to shove them straight against
her clenching anus. Heedless of her cries of terror, he lunged
all the way up against her, ignoring everything but his
overwhelming need to inflict this cruelest punishment upon the
nakedly cowering woman before him.
"Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhh! My God, Stephan. Stop,
pleeeeeeaaasse!"
Her shrill scream reverberated loudly through the room as he
succeeded in popping just the massive head of his palpitating cock
up inside her vainly resisting anal opening. Grunting, he held
his blood-swollen shaft there for moment before flexing his hips
forward again. He began to push relentlessly inward, ramming his
long hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing
anus.
"Stop, you're killing me," she moaned again as her gleaming
white buttocks levered up, impaled by the brutally surging rod of
male flesh. Pain jolted through her body like high-voltage
electric shocks, and nothing mattered but ridding herself of this
thrusting pole of punishing male flesh that invaded her hideously
stretched buttocks. But her thrashing struggles were fruitless as
Stephan continued to plow his thick penis ever deeper into her
tightly resisting back passage, his fingers digging like talons
into her tender ass-cheeks to hold her still and kneeling
helplessly before him.
Inch by agonizing inch, he fucked his long hard cock up into
her hotly clasping rectum, his eyes closed in exertion and beads
of perspiration breaking out all over his face.
"Oooooooooh God! Stop, please stop!" she groaned in anguish,
her beautiful face twisting in torment until she felt the coarse
hair of his loins smack heavily into the quaking softness of her
buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried in her to the
hilt, and now there was no escape.
Behind her, Stephan snickered sadistically and flexed his
heavily swollen penis deep within the confines of Jennifer's no
longer virginal rectum. "How do you like that, babe?" he asked in
sarcastic delight. "Ever get anything like that from your little
boyfriend?"
Jennifer heard him laugh harshly and she groaned again in
anguish and humiliation. The small excitement she had felt before
was ripped away by the reality of the overpowering presence of
that rigidly pulsating shaft of cock sunk deep up in her rectum.
She had never felt so soiled in her life and Stephan only added
insult to injury as he began to saw rhythmically in and out of the
unnaturally impaled rectum.
Sobs of pain and misery began to fall from her lips as he
lunged the full length of his punishing rod again and again up
into her throbbing nether passage with smooth searing strokes.
Stephen gloated over the sight of her pinkly clasping flesh
pulling out with the thick base of his cock every time he withdrew
for another violent lunge up inside. This was it, he thought
triumphantly. Now he had the bitch.
To her amazement, Jennifer suddenly realized that the agony
she'd initially experienced was beginning to cease. The pain was
becoming strangely pleasurable and she was beginning to derive a
weird masochistic enjoyment from his skewering thrusts into her
ass. Tentatively she moved back to meet him, and as she began to
respond she felt the first stirrings of the kind of passion she'd
always known before with him teeing 'rekindled in her body.
Suddenly she was twisting and waving her slavishly upthrust
buttocks back violently against him as if in lewd invitation for
him to fuck into her even deeper and harder. Her ass-cheeks were
swinging in tiny rotating circles, clenching tightly around his
cock with a slight throb of her rectum every time he lunged
against her.
Sweat poured freely down Stephan's face now as he stared in
sadistic delight at the sight of his balls smacking resoundingly
against her moist cunt every time he sunk his penis into her wide-
split nether-crevice. He had dreamed of this moment for months
before their divorce, but he'd never had the courage to try it.
And now he had done it and she was loving it, he realized as he
watched the wiggling of her buttocks and the blonde locks of her
hair whipping over her naked shoulders as she bucked in frantic
effort to get more and more of his lewdly vanquishing cock
embedded up in the tight little hole of her rectum.
"Oh, fuck me, Stephan. Fuck me," she moaned beneath him as
he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding
cheeks of her buttocks wide apart to better reveal her anus to his
gaze. He shoved deeper into her, holding it far up inside and
flexing it teasingly to prompt an impassioned squirming of her
buttocks back against his loins.
With long smooth strokes, Stephan resumed the lewd pistoning
into his ex-wife's quivering anus. He rammed into her hard and
deep with powerful lunges that buffeted her body down against the
bed. The sweat from his forehead spilled onto her lovely
hollowing back, glistening on her soft white skin. His breath
came in short gasps and he gripped the tops of her thighs with his
fingers, squeezing with all his might to pull her back over his
hotly expanding cock as though he were fitting on a boot. And he
relished the animal groans of mixed pleasure and pain with which
she responded to his assault.
Jennifer waved her buttocks joyfully back against Stephan's
pounding thrusts, her mind blurred by the intensity of the
sensation. She felt no pain now, only an exquisite warm wetness
in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she was filled as she'd
never been before. She was her husband's wife again and even this
cruel anal rape was a joy to submit to. She was loving it. She
wanted him to cum in her, to shoot his great load of seething
sperm deep up into her virginal rectum, and she strained back
against his burgeoning penis as she felt it throb to an ever
greater size and hardness, stretching the muscles of her anus
almost beyond endurance.
"Oh cum in me, I love you. I love you, Stephan, cum in me!"
she cried deliriously as she felt him thrust the full length of
his rock-hard cock up into her rectum, his body jerking
convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.
Then Jennifer screamed with delight as the first hotly
churning droplets of his thick-shooting cream began to spurt into
the furthermost depths of her ravished rectum. It surged through
her body like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly like a
tingling hot whirlpool bath as he shoved forward with a mighty
thrust that made his bloated balls dance maddeningly over her
stiffened clitoris, setting off her own answering explosion of
climax.
Jennifer's body tensed and shuddered as the long-awaited peak
of orgasmic sensation was finally achieved. Then she gasped as
she felt his limply deflating shaft being slowly withdrawn from
her flooded nether channel. There was a slight wet sucking sound
as it slipped out from between the full clenching moons of her
buttocks with a lewd slurping noise. Then a sudden rush of cool
air washed over her loins as Stephan rolled off and sagged on the
bed beside her.
It was a long time before either of them could catch their
breath as they lay panting beside each other on the rumpled
bedspread. Even when she was breathing normally again, Jennifer
couldn't bring herself to speak. The horror of the revenge
Stephan had taken on her had become one of the most wonderful
experiences of her life and she was afraid to talk for fear of
spoiling it. She was afraid he might get up and leave her without
a word, and if he did so she thought she would die. She opened
her eyes, gazing tenderly over at his handsome face, peaceful now
in sated repose. It almost hurt her to look at him, knowing how
he must hate her now, and finally she closed her eyes again,
silently trying to prepare herself for the moment when he would
leave-this time forever.
"Jennifer?"
She stiffened at the sound of his voice, dreading what was to
come. "Yes, Stephan," she said softly.
"I'm working on a new book."
"What?"
"I started a new book. At least I'm trying to start it.
It's like nothing else I've ever written in the past. I don't
think anybody's written anything quite like it." He chuckled
softly. "I don't think it will sell to Hollywood either." He
paused, and Jennifer stiffened as his hand reached over to touch
her breasts. "I'm sorry I did that to you. I was really angry."
"It's all right. It turned out well."
"Did you mean what you said then?"
"What?" Jennifer managed, her heart suddenly pounding rapidly
as a desperate hope crept into her bosom.
"You said you loved me."
"Yes. I love you. I always have."
"Then come back with me. Sell that store and forget that ...
that kid you're involved with. After we finish this movie I want
to go somewhere to the country and do some work." He paused, his
hand stroking softly at the taut little bud of her nipple. "Will
you come?"
Jennifer sat up on her elbow, tears streaming down her cheeks
as she gazed at his handsome face. "Oh my God, will I come? Of
course I'll come. Of course I'll come anywhere."
Then they were coiled in embrace and as he rolled on top of
her she felt his obscenely slickened cock twitching to new
hardness up between her parted, lust-moistened thighs.
The End
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