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A Rude Awakening 
 
Michael Dagley 
 
Chapter One (1/2) 
 
No matter how he fought to stay awake, Joey Adler found himself drifting  
off.  He tried to make sense of the black and white television sitting  
ten feet away, tried to understand the jokes Jack Parr was telling, but  
sleep had a stronger hold on him. 
 
He hated little more than falling asleep while baby sitting, and this  
particular job was one he'd most hate to lose.  He had no other source  
of income, and though his parents paid for most everything he needed, he  
still liked having the walking-around money supplied by the 50 cents he  
earned each hour keeping watch over the houses of the neighborhood's  
young couples with children.  And this particular house was that of Mrs.  
Kerning, about whom he'd entertained thousands of fantasies since she  
and her tiny baby had moved into the neighborhood.  Joey wasn't sure how  
old Mrs. Kerning was -- he was sure she was pretty old, maybe twenty- 
four or twenty-five -- but he was positive that he'd never seen a more  
beautiful or sexy woman in his life.  From the first time he saw her  
wandering through her yard dressed in a pair of blue denim cutoffs and a  
cotton shirt with its tails tied together (he could see her  
bellybutton), he'd been entranced.  The fact that he felt so guilty for  
spying on her only added to the intensity of his passion. 
 
Joey was eighteen, a slender young man with good skin, good grades, and  
a good case of teenage lust.  His class would be graduation soon, and he  
found school no longer posed any challenge.  He even had a girlfriend,  
though he felt as if he were getting nowhere with her.  Not like Tim  
Gulliver, who bragged about his exploits with Sonya Beal (another of  
Joey's fantasies, though he wouldn't admit it to Tim).  No, the closest  
thing to an "exploit" Joey had experienced with his girlfriend, Jackie  
Rhodes, was seeing her change her dress for a pair of sweat pants and a  
T-shirt, the change giving him a brief glimpse of her young frame in  
nothing but a very opaque bra and panties.  That and a few good night  
kisses had been it.  He hadn't even tried to get to "second base" with  
her. 
 
That he hadn't tried anything much with his girlfriend was not  
surprising.  Joey's instincts were perfect all right, but he had been  
taught by his parents that a young man must treat a woman with respect  
at all times.  That meant one did not try to touch her in any suggestive  
way or any private place.  It also meant that one did not look when a  
woman hiked her skirt to adjust her stocking or changed a blouse after  
having spilled something on it.  Instead, one courteously looked away  
until the woman had taken care of the problem.  (As a result, the one  
brief glimpse he'd had of his girlfriend's relatively exposed body had  
been the most teasing of all, caught only from the corner of his eye.)   
And Joey, being a "good boy," had always done his best to live up to his  
parents expectations. 
 
That is, he'd always done so with one very important exception: Mrs.  
Kerning.  She and her baby had moved into the house directly behind that  
of the Adlers.  Each of the houses in the southern California housing  
tract, Paradise Hill, was built according to one of four basic floor  
plans, and each had a small yard, front and back.  All the back yards  
were defined and protected by pink brick walls.  Most of the houses had  
pools, as was the case with the Kernings, but others, such as the  
Adlers, were less fortunate.  Instead, they had a small stand of pine  
trees that Joey's father had planted in hopes of attaining additional  
privacy. 
 
This worked well for the Adlers, but not so well for the Kernings, as it  
happened.  When Joey was fourteen, he'd extracted permission from his  
father to build a tree house in one of the pines in the back yard.   
Joey, who prided himself on doing his best at anything he attempted,  
carefully planned and designed the tree house so that it would have all  
the comforts a young teenager would desire: a small mattress, a leak  
proof roof, a combination strong box, and several small windows through  
which one could view the world outside without giving away one's  
presence.  The small structure, in fact, blended in perfectly with the  
surrounding trees.  Joey had painted it--camouflaged it--with that in  
mind. 
 
At first it was a place to get away from the troubles that bother all  
young men.  He found not only that he couldn't get along with his father  
but that he couldn't stand a thing the old man said or did.  His mother  
just made things worse.  No one understood him.  His body had betrayed  
him, first by causing his voice to crack just as it was rising to make a  
point in class, then by littering his face with occasional pimples, and  
finally by filling him so full of desire for women that he could hardly  
make himself speak to one.  He couldn't see himself as others saw him --  
as a fine, considerate young man with good skin (they didn't notice the  
pimples that seemed to obstruct his view of himself) and a dignified  
manner (the cracking of the voice leant a nice touch of earnestness to  
the points he was making).  He stood an inch over six feet, had a slim  
but muscular body, and natural grace.  He particpated in sports, on the  
track team and the swim club.  He had soft eyes and a hard jaw, and his  
hair was brown with sun-bleached touches of blond. 
 
Most people saw him as a handsome young winner, but he saw himself as a  
loser, all because he'd had no success with girls -- or should he start  
saying "women"?  He could not even talk to them without turning every  
shade of red in the spectrum.  He only had a girlfriend at all because  
she went to the same church as he, and their parents often suggested  
they do this or that together.  He hadn't exactly courted her or  
convinced her to go out with him. 
 
So when the little troubles of his little world got to be too much for  
him, he'd retreat into his little tree house, listen to KFWB (The  
Beatles!) on his transistor radio, and dream of someday becoming an  
artist (whether a writer or musician or painter, he was unsure).  From  
his fourteenth through his seventeenth years, his tree house served him  
well as a simple retreat.  Then the Kernings moved into the house  
behind, and the tiny hiding place took on a new purpose. 
 
He discovered it by accident.  One afternoon in early April of his  
eighteenth year, after a fight with his mother, the subject of which he  
couldn't even remember, he told her he'd be out for a while.  He took a  
novel he was reading for the Literature Club, Crime and Punishment, up  
to his hideaway and began to read.  Before he'd completed ten pages, he  
began to doze.  After sleeping for perhaps half an hour, a strange sound  
awoke him.  He sat up and listened again.  Yes, someone was working on  
the pool next door. 
 
Though he knew no one could see or hear him, he crept as quietly as  
possible up to one of the windows he'd made to view the "enemy" from  
behind.  What he saw was no enemy.  It was Mrs. Kerning, cleaning her  
pool.  She was dressed in a very short pair of blue denim cutoffs atop  
which she wore a white cotton blouse. The blouse appeared to be  
unbuttoned with the tails tied together.  The young woman wasn't more  
than fifty feet from Joey, so he had a fine view of her very thick, dark  
reddish-brown hair, her brown eyes, her thick, full lips.  As she bent  
to push the pool broom across the bottom of the filthy pool, he could  
see a bit of her cleavage. 
 
He knew he shouldn't be watching, but he couldn't pull himself away.   
When she straightened up, he could clearly see the outline of her  
nipples against the almost transparent cotton of her blouse.  He  
couldn't believe his eyes.  Nor could he take them away.  He watched her  
work for nearly an hour.  He teased himself with half glimpses of her  
breasts.  He watched as she came to his side of the pool and bent  
forward to push the broom towards the other side.  As she did so, her  
short pants rode up until he could see a flash of fleshy whiteness.  He  
tried to pull himself away, but he was powerless to do anything until  
she finally gave up and went inside.  By then he was so hard that he was  
aching.  Though he didn't know it at the time, he was experiencing his  
first case of blue balls. 
 
He returned to the house, hoping that his mother wouldn't be able to see  
(as it seemed she could when he was small) what he'd been doing.  He  
knew it was sinful.  He suspected it was criminal.  But he also knew  
he'd be watching for any opportunity to do it again. 
 
Not only would he be watching for the next opportunity, he would  
actually prepare for it, beginning by purchasing a pair of binoculars.   
He kept the purchase a secret from his mother and father, using money  
he'd hidden away in the small metal tool box with a combination lock,  
the same box he'd built into his tree house.  Once he'd purchased the  
glasses and tested them, verifying that he could see the beads of sweat  
as they formed on Mrs. Kerning's upper lip, he kept them in the same  
small tool box.  All through April he would make his pilgrimage to the  
tree house, hoping for an encore performance.  He did see her, sometimes  
sweeping the area around the pool, sometimes hanging out her clothes on  
a line he'd watched her install.  Even the clothing fascinated him,  
showing him that while she may dress conservatively when going to work,  
usually covering herself in navy or pink business suits whose skirts  
came to the midpoint of her calf, she came to life afterwards, wearing  
the sheerest and laciest of night wear (who was the lucky man?), sexy  
dresses that would be ideal to wear for a night of dancing. 
 
Dancing!  He was reminded of exactly where she was this night, and the  
reminder served to awaken him.  How beautifully sexy she'd looked as she  
walked him through the house, explaining where everything was kept.   
She'd been wearing a pastel yellow one-piece dress with a loose neck  
line (plunging if she assumed the right position, as she did once,  
bending in front of Joey to remove a spare house key from the kitchen  
drawer and flashing a quick view of her naked breasts -- how pink her  
nipples had appeared!) and a flaring skirt that barely made it to the  
midpoint of her thigh.  Her stockings were black and striking, with a  
bold line up the back, defining her long legs in a way Joey couldn't  
forget.  Yes, she'd covered her sexy frame in the most inviting of  
clothing, just a tease, really (and he knew she loved to tease), hidden  
it beneath a cloth coat, and driven off alone to a dance -- was she  
meeting someone?  Did she have a boyfriend?  Why wasn't he picking her  
up?  Was she up to something else?  The mystery only made him more  
interested. 
 
He rolled over on his back and adjusted his erection, excited by the  
feel of his hand on his hardness.  He refused to masturbate in a lady's  
house, so he contented himself with arranging it so that it was  
distinctly framed by the thin white cotton of his shorts.  For some  
reason, it excited him to have his penis practically showing in Mrs.  
Kerning's house.  It felt extra hard, and he could make out the very  
shape of its circumcised head through the cotton of his shorts.  As  
always, he wore no underwear, having heard that a man is less likely to  
father a child if he wears tight underwear.  Something about having the  
scrotum too hot.  Joey wasn't too sure about that, but he didn't want to  
ruin his chances. 
 
What Joey knew for sure was that she had the sexiest body he could  
imagine.  In May, as the weather began warming, she made a habit of  
spending as much time by the pool as possible.  Joey was there, watching  
and waiting the first time she emerged.  He'd already seen her dressing  
a couple of times by training his binoculars on her bedroom window, but  
the glimpses were most teasing -- she'd disappear to the right, only to  
return wearing nothing.  He'd get a flash of her naked flesh, but not  
enough to allow him to focus or define anything.  Then she'd flit to the  
right, only to return wearing bra and panties.  Even then he could not  
get a satisfactory look.  Just a flash of light brown flesh covered with 
 a bright white or sky blue or hot pink or jet black bra and panties set. 
  
He sometimes wondered if a woman could feel a man's eyes on her.  How  
could she so thoroughly tease him without even knowing it?  It was  
almost as if she were putting on a show.  He saw everything, but never  
slowly enough to see it, actually focus on it and see it. 
 
All of which changed the first afternoon she came out to sun herself.
The temperature had climbed into the high seventies, and as always in
southern California, the humidity was nonexistent.  She emerged from
the  patio door wearing a long, slinky robe over a one-piece swimming
suit  and a pair of two-inch sandals.  Her legs were perfect, long and
well- muscled.  She must be a runner, he thought, hoping somehow to
share her  interest in a sport he understood.  He watched as she
dropped her bag  and suntan lotion onto her chaise lounge and began a
series of  stretching motions.  First she lifted her hands towards the
sky, standing  on her tip toes and reaching as high as her arms would
let her.  As she  did so, the front of the robe flew open, revealing
the one suit to have  a very interesting construction. The top part
looked like white lace,  held in place by two slender spaghetti
straps.  Her breasts strained  against the material, and Joey felt his
cock jump as he noticed that the  material was nearly transparent.  He
could clearly see the dark outline  of her nipples and the points they
created in the material as she pushed  her chest forward.  His focus
was close, and he could see her as if her  were standing only a few
feet away.  She then removed the robe, showing  Joey that the rest of
the suit was also quite interesting.  It resembled  a tiny dress, much
too short, with a flared little skirt that came just  below her
crotch, but as she turned her back to him and leaned against  one of
the posts of the patio to stretch her calf muscles, he saw the  dress
slowly work its way up her behind until he could see that it was  open
underneath and that she wore nothing else.  He could plainly see  the
crack of her ass and the nest of hair below.  He watched her stretch
the other leg and then begin touching her toes.  Each time she bent
forward, the skirt flew up and revealed all to him.  He couldn't
believe  his luck.  He was perfectly situated to see everything, and
see  everything he did.  While watching, he grew so horny that he had
to open  his pants and let his aching prick free.  He, too, wore no
underwear; he  thought: what a coincidence!  As he unzipped his pants,
he felt the air  hit the head of his penis, a cool sensation because
of the silky ooze  that covered it.  He felt it spring against his
belly, hard and straight  up.  Slowly he began to run his fingers up
and down its six hard inches  as he continued watching, trying not to
take himself in hand and end  things too soon.   
Thus he watched, stroking himself with greater warmth as his neighbor  
began swimming laps in her pool.  With the water against the suit, it  
became even more transparent, and he could clearly see her bush and  
nipples peaking through.  First she swam on her stomach, an Australian  
crawl that made Joey wish he could swim behind her.  The thought of her  
naked bottom swimming through the water drove him wild.  How he would  
love to play with her in the water, stroke her bottom while kissing her,  
touch her breasts, feel the muscles of her legs.  Then she turned over  
and began doing a back stroke.  When swimming away from Joey, Mrs.  
Kerning was showing her breasts heaving with her stroke.  And as she  
stroked, so did Joey, feeling himself very close, but stopping and  
squeezing tight against his hard-on every so often to keep himself ready  
for when she finally emerged. 
 
When she did, it was worth every thing that had gone before. First she  
lightly toweled herself off.  Then she sat down on the chaise lounge and  
began applying suntan lotion to her body. Starting at her neck, she  
slowly rubbed the cream into her shoulders, working her way down one arm  
and then the other.  She removed the straps of her suit from her  
shoulders, took them in her hands, and slowly peeled the wet fabric from  
her breasts. They were whiter than the rest of the skin, and the  
contrast defined them in a way that Joey found most exciting.  The  
nipples were brown and erect.  The flesh of the aureole was proud: Joey  
could see each and every chill bump on them as he focused his glasses  
there.  She squirted another pool of cream into her hand, rubbed her  
hands together, and then applied it to her breasts, circling them with  
her fingers and working her way in, finally holding on to her nipples  
and pulling on them gently.  She repeated this motion several times, and  
as her excitement grew, Joey noticed that her face reflected the ache of  
her desire.  Then she turned over on her stomach, pushing the suit down  
behind, exposing her beautiful shoulders and back.  Below, as if with a  
mind of its own, the skirt slowly rode up until Joey could see every  
curve and contour of her ass.  It was full and round, jutting out and  
deeply creased.  He could see small dimples in either side, and as it  
dried, he could even focus in on the fuzz of tiny hairs that covered it. 
  
Best of all, he could see where it all came together, could see the  
mossy nest between her legs, could see its slit.  And he could see that  
while the rest of her dried, the slit seemed to be getting wetter. 
 
Again she began rubbing herself with suntan lotion.  She covered her  
shoulders and then began kneading the cream into her ass.  It began to  
glisten in the sun, and Joey could scarcely stand his longing to touch  
it, to feel its slippery contours with the palms and fingers of his  
hands, with the ridge of his naked penis.  She eventually finished  
applying the coconut oil to her ass, and leaning forward, she flipped  
the skirt up and made sure the sun could kiss every dip and dimple,  
every shiny pale inch of her ass. 
 
He allowed the binoculars to roam her behind as he wished his fingers  
could do, and then focused more closely on the cleft below it, where  
legs and ass met in a tangle of auburn hair, slightly browner than the  
auburn hair on her head.  He tried to penetrate the folds of flesh he  
could see glistening with their own juices, but they were hidden by  
shadow.  Then he saw her fingers, with bright red nails, slowly playing  
in the wet soft skin, moving in a slow circular grind, and slowly  
running up and down against her fat, wet clitoris.  As he watched her  
doing this, he began timing himself, convinced he could make himself  
come when she did.  Soon her motions became more frantic.  He could see  
her ass beginning to move about on the chaise lounge, twitching with the  
contractions of her legs.  She raised it higher in the air, pushing her  
face down into her towel.  What a show she was giving him!  He could see  
exactly how she was making herself come.  Her legs continued to quiver,  
growing in intensity until he was sure it was involuntary.  Suddenly she  
went rigid, ass high in the air, hands moving in lazy, languid loops  
around her pussy lips and clit.  And that sudden, taut grabbing of her  
muscles, that delicious, delirious hardening of her haunches, that  
orgasmic freeze -- all communicated an excitement to him that caused him  
to begin spurting his come in a long arc of semen that splattered  
against the wall of his tree house.  He couldn't help groaning, and when  
he did, he could have sworn she lifted her head to look right at him,  
though that was clearly impossible, since he was well protected.  But as  
he focused the binoculars on her face, the most sexy and sensual thing  
about her, with her tongue licking her thick lips, it seemed obvious she  
was smiling at someone.  If not at him, then at whom? 
 
Must be her fantasy, Joey thought, as he ducked behind the wall and  
finished spilling his puddle of seed on the floor.  He quickly wiped it  
up with tissues he'd brought for the purpose, but a stain was left where  
the first glob had landed.  As he slowly pulled his pants up and made  
his way out of his fortress, he promised himself to buy some suntan  
lotion so he'd be ready next time. 
 
Joey jumped, aware suddenly that he'd fallen asleep after all and that  
someone had entered.  He could not open his eyes, though he could hear  
his neighbors husky voice whispering. 
 
"Joey? Joey . . ." 
 
He could feel how exposed his rock hard cock was, still hard and still  
bulging distinctly against the thin cotton of his running shorts.  He  
wore his shorts as low as possible, so his T-shirt, bunched up around  
his chest, revealed the hairy expanse of chest from his belly button  
down to his crotch.  He didn't know what he could do.  He couldn't pull  
down his shirt without letting her know that he knew he was exposing  
himself to her.  He couldn't make his eyes open.  And it seemed she was  
taking a long time about awakening him. 
 
Then he felt something on his leg, her hand.  How its softness excited  
him as she slowly let it slide up the inside of his thigh. 
 
"Wha--!" he managed to stammer as he opened his eyes.  There she was  
before him, leaned forward so that he could see both of her perfect  
breasts, their nipples pointing out, hard with desire.  She held her  
position for a moment, allowing him to look, watching the throbbing of  
his prick.  Then she slowly pulled back and offered him her hand.  She  
was tall, he noticed for the first time, probably five nine or so, a  
perfect fit to his height.  She was also strong, and she pulled him up a  
little harder than he expected so that his momentum carried him forward  
into her arms, his pounding prick making the first contact, touching her  
thigh close enough that he could feel the soft flesh above the ridge of  
her stocking through her dress and his thin shorts.  He was blushing  
furiously and turned away at once. 
 
"I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to be so rude." 
 
She touched her throat and blew softly into the air above her head.  She  
looked at him, waiting for him to turn.  When he did, he saw she was  
smiling. 
 
"How was Linda?" 
 
"Fine, Mrs. Kerning, she slept right through the evening." 
 
"You could call me Alice, Joey." 
 
"OK, Mrs. Kerning." 
 
She came over and put her finger against his lips. 
 
"Alice.  Say it." 
 
"Uh, Alice." 
 
"How much do I owe you?" 
 
"I don't know.  What time is it.  I've lost track." 
 
"It's very late, after midnight.  You can sleep here, if you like," she  
said, handing him a ten dollar bill. 
 
"I couldn't, I mean, I just live, that is, I don't have change for this  
--" 
 
"Keep the change.  You're the only good thing that's happened to me  
tonight." 
 
Joey wanted to ask her what she meant, but it proved unnecessary.  She  
backed up, shrugged out of her coat, put her hands on her hips and  
looked him straight in the eye. 
 
"What's wrong with me?" she asked. 
 
"Wrong?  Nothing, you're perfect." 
 
She smiled, causing Joey to blush to the roots of his ears. 
 
"I mean, you know, I, uh--" he continued. 
 
"Then why are men afraid of me?" 
 
"Because you're so damned beautiful," he heard himself blurting out,  
expressing an opinion he'd formed long ago. 
 
She dropped her face into her hands. 
 
"I'm sorry, Mrs. K--  Alice.  It's just that, there's nothing scarier  
than a beautiful woman.  I don't know why, but . . . I don't even know  
where I'm getting the nerve to say all this.  I better go.  I'm sorry.   
Good night." 
 
"No!  Don't go.  Not now.  Wouldn't you like to . . .  I know, why don't  
we dance." 
 
"Dance?" 
 
"Yeah, dance.  I've been standing against the wall at the high school  
dance -- I teach English, by the way, at Empire High." 
 
"Oh." 
 
"Your rivals.  That a problem?" 
 
"No, no way.  You dressed like that to a high school dance." 
 
"Believe me, no one noticed." 
 
"I bet they did, but they just couldn't get up the nerve --" 
 
He was cut off by the sound of some soft jazz, fast enough to dance  
separately, and he watched, entranced, as Alice began dancing across  
from him.  She had a way of moving her pelvis that communicated directly  
with his cock, and when he felt it jump, he wanted to cover it.  He  
pulled his T-shirt down, but it wouldn't stay.  He thought he heard Mrs.  
Kerning clucking her tongue, but he couldn't be sure, and she held her  
arms out, indicating he should dance, too.  He began moving, but the  
sensuous music and movements of his partner did nothing to take his mind  
off his aching erection.  In fact, it seemed to leap forward at every  
moment as he tried to copy her movements. 
 
A slow ballad followed, and he felt her pulling him closer and closer.   
He held his pelvis back, trying to hold her with one arm around her  
waist and the other holding her hand, but she put both her arms around  
his neck.  He found a neutral zone at the small of her back and began  
dancing, again aping her steps. Slowly he was pulled forward until he  
knew she was going to feel him again.  Bad enough to insult her once,  
but now he felt himself close to doing it again.  He tried to keep his  
crotch back as far as possible, feeling like a fool as he leaned  
forward, his head touching hers. 
 
He tried not to be rude, but she didn't let him succeed.  Instead, she  
let her hands slip down to his ass and pulled him into her.  He could  
feel the split of her cunt lips as she pulled him against her crotch,  
thrusting it forward. 
 
"How does it feel?" 
 
"Please forgive me, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to do this." 
 
"I know.  How does it feel?" 
 
"It's making my juice spill." 
 
"Careful," she said, looping her arms back around his neck with her  
belly forward, his cock in place against her slit.  She looked up at him  
with a look in her eyes he'd never seen before. It was like hunger, like  
desperation, like bliss. 
 
"Kiss me," she said, and he bent forward and let her soft fat lips brush  
against his.  He just brushed against them gently for a moment, and then  
pressed them against his mouth.  He felt the tip of her tongue emerging,  
and it seemed only natural that he open his mouth.  She stuck her tongue  
into it, and he thought he was going to lose it right there. 
 
"Oh, baby," she said, breaking away, "it feels so good." 
 
He let his hand wander a bit, getting closer to the teasing curves of  
her rear.  She continued kissing him.  He got even closer, feeling the  
dimples on either side, realizing she must be wearing very skimpy  
panties . . . or none at all.  He began to come closer.  She broke the  
kiss and said, 
 
"Oh yes, Joey, touch me.  Touch my ass." 
 
He did as she asked, first rubbing it through the thin fabric and then  
pulling the fabric up on either side, exposing the cheeks and touching  
her naked flesh. 
 
"How does it feel?" 
 
"It's heaven." 
 
"Strip my panties from me." 
 
"What?" 
 
"You heard me.  Do it." 
 
Her knelt in front of her and allowed his hands to wander up the sheer  
stockings wrapping her legs.  He couldn't help gazing at the incredibly  
sexy shape of her legs, thrilled by the feel of the tight nylon as he  
moved his hands along her calves, past her knees, along her thighs --  
pausing for a squeeze which made her gasp -- and finally past the soft  
flesh above the dark lace tops of the stockings.  He cupped his hands  
beneath the pear-shaped halves of her derriere and then slipped his  
fingers beneath the lacy elastic of her pink panties.  He pulled them  
slowly down, happy that she'd had the foresight to put them on after  
attaching her stockings to her garter belt.  He slowly pulled them from  
her waist and her ass and the sticky place between her legs.  His wish  
to see her pussy was foiled by the falling hem of her dress.  As he  
passed her knees, she lifted her left leg to allow him to pull the  
panties over the high heels of her shoe.  He did, also kissing her on  
the knee and looking up at her.  He could see the longing in her eyes,  
and he began to wonder if it weren't sometimes better to be a little  
rude.  She stepped back and lifted the other leg.  Joey pulled the  
fabric free.  He could feel the wetness of the panties' crotch, which  
was soggy with her juices.  He held it up to his nose. 
 
"What does it smell like?" 
 
"Musk." 
 
She pulled him closer. 
 
"Let me smell it, too." 
 
She did, and as they smelled, he looked into her eyes.  They locked on  
his.  He could see how brown and large they were.  He loved the exotic  
slant to them.  No wonder she found herself without a man.  She was too  
beautiful.  He couldn't believe his luck.  He'd never have had the nerve 
to approach her, and it was no wonder to him that she scared men away.   
She smiled at him. 
 
"This doesn't bother you? 
 
"No.  Why should it?" 
 
"Some men are threatened by a woman who likes the aroma of pussy." 
 
He breathed deeply, keeping his eyes right on hers.  He could feel the  
slight movements of her hips as she gently ground them against his cock. 
 
"I like it.  I like the smell.  I like sniffing your panties with you,  
having your face close to mine.  I like seeing your eyes.  They're  
incredibly sexy." 
 
"Ummh." 
 
"And I like the way you move your body against mine." 
 
She moved again, rotating her cunt against the hard ridge of his prick.  
 
She kissed him again, moaning softly. 
 
"Touch me," she whispered into his ear. 
 
"Where?" 
 
"My ass.  Touch me there." 
 
Joey looked around for a place to put the panties.  He started to toss  
them onto the couch, but she caught his hand. 
 
"Keep them." 
 
"Huh?" 
 
"They're yours.  They might help you remember me sometime, should you  
ever think of me at all." 
 
"But I always --" 
 
"Shh --" 
 
He put the wet panties into the back pocket of his shorts and let his  
hands fall again to her ass.  He liked the feeling of it swaying beneath  
the soft fabric of the dress.  They continued staring one another in the  
eyes, and it felt to Joey as if he were falling forward, suspended only  
by three points, her eyes, her pussy, and her ass.  The feeling  
continued until her found himself again kissing her, his eyes closed,  
his hands exploring the heavenly flesh of her bottom.  He pulled on her  
dress, lifting the hem, and let his hands roam beneath.  He squeezed and  
pinched gently and palmed the fullness of her and let his fingers dip  
into the pool at the juncture of her legs.  He followed the slit back  
and let his hand slip along the crack of her ass and just tease the  
tight bung hole with a juicy swipe.  She moaned, and he let his finger  
wander up and down the crease, pausing every so often to penetrate the  
tight hole, a teasing pressure, nothing more.  It felt like heaven to  
feel her. 
 
"Do you like to watch?" 
 
"Huh?"  He backed away for a moment, feeling nervous and guilty.  She  
wouldn't let him away, smiling as she ground her cunt against his  
crotch. 
 
"I'd like to let you watch me." 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"I want to watch your cock while you watch me." 
 
"You do?" Joey said, jumping back, ready to be punished. 
 
"Would that be all right?" 
 
"Oh my God!" 
 
"You don't want to watch?" 
 
"Oh, yes, but --" 
 
"No buts.  Do you want to watch me now?" 
 
"Well I'd rather --" 
 
"There's no hurry and time for everything.  Just remember that." 
 
"Yeah, but --" 
 
"Do you want to watch?" 
 
"Well, sure, uh, why not?" 
 
"Fine.  I want to watch you, too." 
 
"But nobody's ever seen --" 
 
She put a finger to his lips. 
 
"Shhh!  Let me see it.  Let me see your cock.  I know it's hard." 
 
"Well . . ." 
 
"I'll help you.  Put your hands behind your back." 
 
"But --" 
 
"Just do it." 
 
He complied, holding his hands behind him.  She stepped back a few  
paces, still moving in time to the music.  She turned her back to him  
and bent down to pick up her purse from the floor. Her dress slid up  
over her ass, and she lingered in the pose for a moment, swaying back  
and forth to the music, allowing him to see the shiny whiteness of her  
ass, its deep crack, and below, framed by her white thighs above the  
black stockings, the wet brown hair between her legs. 
 
Rising, she took a scarf from her purse and used it to tie his hands.   
She could see his bulge and the wet place on his pants near the tip.   
Her heels clicked as she stepped forward and ran the tips of her fingers  
along the spine of his hard spike.  He felt his muscles jerk and heard  
her moan in response.
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Chapter One (2/2) 


"How do you feel?" she asked. 
 
"I want you to --" 
 
"To what?" 
 
"I think you know." 
 
"Are you horny?" 
 
"My prick feels as hard as a steel pipe.  My balls are aching." 
 
"And what does it make you want to do?" 
 
"To make love to you." 
 
"Don't be so nice." 
 
"To fuck you." 
 
"Yes.  You want to fuck me.  You want to slip the throbbing head of your  
cock into my tight wet slit." 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Say it.  Talk dirty to me." 
 
"OK, uh, here goes.  I want to feel the hair of your cunt rub against my 
belly while I stick my hard prick into your wet pussy." 
 
"Very good!" she said.  "I think you might pass." 
 
They laughed. 
 
She continued looking him straight in the eye as they spoke, slowly  
running the tips of her fingernails up and down the ridge of his bulge.  
 
She pulled at the button and popped it loose. 
 
"I feel embarrassed, Mrs. --" 
 
She put her finger to his lip. 
 
"It's Alice." 
 
"I feel very embarrassed, Alice.  No woman has ever seen my penis  
before.  Well, my mother did when I was little, but no one's ever seen  
it when I had a boner." 
 
"I'll be nicer than your mother was," she said as she teased with his  
zipper, slowly dragging it down, exposing the head, "because I can be  
very nasty." 
 
"I didn't think you were wearing any underwear.  Very sexy." 
 
She left his cock exposed for a moment and told him to look.  He could  
see the head, pulsing proud and purple, wet and shiny with its own ooze, 
reflecting the light from the lamp. 
 
"I want to ride your boner, make it my toy." 
 
"Sure, Alice.  Make it your own.  Play with me." 
 
"I shall.  Now keep your pelvis forward.  I want to watch you watching  
me."  She tugged the zipper all the way down and then pulled open his  
fly, releasing Joey's tingling organ.  She dragged his shorts to the  
ground and left them there.  He started to step out of them, but she  
told him to remain just as he was. 
 
She backed away, keeping her eyes pinned on his prick.  She turned off  
the overhead lights and turned on track lighting that fell upon her from  
behind.  Joey noticed then that he could see through her dress, see the  
silhouette of her body through the thin fabric. 
 
"Watch me," she said as she changed the record, putting on a slow blues  
grind with horns.  "I always dreamed of being a stripper, but I never  
had the guts." 
 
He watched as she danced, turning and twirling at moments so that he  
could see the cheeks of her ass, the auburn curls beneath her belly.   
She toyed with her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, then  
let one shoulder free and teased him, allowing him to see almost all her  
breast, but not her nipples.  She licked her lips, keeping her attention  
on his cock, moaning when she saw it trembling and jerking in response  
to her moves. 
 
"It turns me on to see you prick jumping with desire for me." 
 
She turned her back and bent from the waist, reaching down to adjust the  
strap of her shoe.  She looked back at his prick though, and she could  
see it twitching, could see the rutting of his pelvis, almost controlled  
but still moving, as lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her ass and  
her pussy, everything.  She could see the longing in his eyes. 
 
He couldn't believe what was happening.  He felt exposed and completely  
vulnerable, but somehow this excited him all the more.  Her legs were  
long and perfect, the muscles displayed as she bent forward, her ass  
looking white above the black nylon of her stockings, though he knew she  
was getting more and more tanned there everyday.  But what he found most  
beautiful, most fascinating, was the hairy dell suspended below the  
cheeks of her plump fanny.  He could see the shine of wetness where her  
juices had leaked down the side of her thighs.  She waved her ass in the  
air as he watched, and again he felt his prick springing forward.  He  
wondered if he could come from so much stimulation.  He could feel an  
incredible tingling, an almost painful ache within his hard rod.  A  
touch or two would be all it would take. 
 
She continued dancing, bending often to let him see, but never letting  
him see for long, slowly revealing her breasts, even the nipples,  
touching and pulling on them and then putting them away again.  He  
longed to take her in his arms, to drop her to the couch and plunge into  
her, but he feared breaking the spell.  Finally he saw her raise her  
hands into the air behind her head.  He could see the skirt rising up,  
could see the black lace bands at the top of her stockings, could almost 
see the fuzz of her pussy.  She seemed to be trying to unzip her dress,  
but couldn't get started.  She turned and backed towards him.  He  
watched, paralyzed with desire, as she pulled her skirt up and slowly  
rubbed the crack of her ass up and down against his hard prick. 
 
"Oh, baby, you feel so good.  Will you help me?" she asked, her voice  
thick with lust. 
 
"How?" he asked. 
 
"Unzip my dress." 
 
"Untie my hands." 
 
"Not yet." 
 
"Then how--?" 
 
"Use your teeth." 
 
He leaned forward and took the zipper in his teeth.  She pushed her ass  
back against his cock as she bent forward, and he couldn't help rutting  
against her.  He leaned back, pushing his prick harder against her, and  
began pulling the long zipper down her back.  It continued right to the  
crack of her ass.  He couldn't resist letting the zipper drop and  
leaning forward to run his tongue along the crevice.  She could hear him  
moaning, leaning forward to drop the front of the dress into her hands.  
 
She spread her legs and pushed herself against his face, so that he  
could run his tongue around the wet round rose of her asshole. 
 
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," she moaned. 
 
She then stood up, turned around and leaned towards him, letting the  
dress fall forward.  She put the collar into his mouth and slowly backed  
away.  She let the dress fall over her arms, and he tugged on the dress  
with his teeth.  As he did, the dress began falling away, slowly  
revealing her breasts, their perfect pear shapes, their dark brown  
nipples, proudly erect.  He let the dress drop, and it floated to the  
floor, uncovering the rest of her long slender body, her sleek neck and  
small waist, her flat belly and wet pussy, made all the more sexy by  
being clad in nothing but stockings, garter belt and three inch heels.   
She took the dress from him and walked away with it, her ass swaying as  
seductively as anything her ever seen as she walked out of the room.  He  
longed to provide himself with some relief. 
 
"Remember!  That's my toy, my prick to play with." 
 
"OK, but it's about to explode." 
 
"I want to be there.  Give me a minute." 
 
He waited, his hands behind his back, his erection standing straight up  
in the air, his balls aching with juice.  When she returned she was  
wearing a see-through chemise.  She still wore her stockings, but she'd  
changed the stiletto heels for a pair of slinky sandals, showing off her  
beautiful feet. 
 
"I want to taste you." 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"Your spunk, your cum.  I want to taste it." 
 
"You mean?" 
 
"Yes, I want to suck your cock." 
 
He had heard that people did such things, but he didn't imagine he  
himself would experience it from any woman at any time ever.  Yet she  
said she wanted to do it, wanted it now.  She pushed him to the couch  
and adjusted the lights again, making it so he could see her face.  She  
bent down and pushed his legs apart.  She got onto her knees.  He was  
mesmerized, watching her face, seeing the pink wetness of her tongue,  
watching as she licked all along the underside of his penis.  He thought  
he would explode, and he felt his muscles jerk involuntarily. 
 
"Yes, you're so horny.  You're about to explode."  She was looking him  
straight in the eye as she wrapped her slender hand around the base of  
his penis and slowly moved it up and down, squeezing hard when she felt  
it quivering.  He could see her eyes, their deep brown desire, looking  
at him as she began licking his juice from the swollen head of his cock. 
  
She looked so sexy he could hardly stand it. 
 
"I'll spurt any second.  I'm sorry." 
 
"Don't worry about it.  You're going to come more than once tonight." 
 
He couldn't believe his ears.  Could he still be dreaming? 
 
She reached around him with one hand and pulled the knot from the scarf. 
 
"Put your hands behind your head." 
 
He did just that, locking his eyes onto hers as he watched her rubbing  
the head of his penis against her face, her throat, and kissing it along 
 its underside, and hefting his scrotum and pulling at his balls -- how  
they ached! -- and then running her lips all along the most sensitive  
part of the shaft, finally taking the head of it into her mouth.  She  
watched him as she slowly slid it in and out, massaging his balls with  
one hand and slowly moving up and down on his rod with the other.  He  
could feel it building.  She leaned back, continuing her stroking. 
 
"I want you to come.  I want you to spill this load into my mouth.  I  
want to drink you cum." 
 
"Oh my god!" 
 
She again allowed the head to slip in and out of her mouth, taking it  
deeper and deeper, stroking at the same time with her hand.  She backed  
off again. 
 
"It won't take much.  Fuck my mouth, gently." 
 
"But I never --" 
 
"Just slip you cock slowly in and out of my mouth, fuck my mouth with  
your hard prick, let me feel you begin to ooze, but be gentle, don't  
push too hard." 
 
"I don't know --" 
 
"Just do it." 
 
"Well." 
 
"Please, fuck my mouth, Joey.  I want you to." 
 
So he did, slowly pushing himself in and out, watching her face, feeling  
the wondrous sensation of her warm tongue and wet mouth engulfing and  
releasing him.  He could feel it building, could feel the warning tingle  
in his balls.  She was moaning encouragement and groaning with desire.   
She took her hand off his balls and began massaging her clit.  She  
pulled his cock out of her mouth and squeezed hard on it at the base. 
 
"Come now.  Fill my mouth with your cum." 
 
He reached forward and took her hair into his hands, pulling her forward  
on either side.  She put his cock back into her mouth, and within three  
strokes, he felt the delicious spurting, the pulsing of his semen from  
his balls through his tingling prick into her waiting mouth.  He pumped  
and pumped and pumped semen into her mouth, and try as she did, she  
could not swallow it all, allowing some to dribble from her mouth onto  
her chin.  He screamed as he came, and when he was nearly finished, she  
continued stroking him, sucking the last bits of semen from his cock.   
He could see her swallowing, licking her lips. 
 
"God that was good," she said.  "You came a bucket." 
 
"I know." 
 
Though he felt wonderful, happy that he'd finally done what he'd dreamed  
of doing, feared he'd never have the nerve to do, he also felt a strange  
sensation, a feeling of guilt.  Part of him just wanted to get away, to  
apologize for using her.  He couldn't help but wonder why his feeling of  
pride and satisfaction should be tarnished by a feeling of guilt and  
regret.  She seemed to sense that something was wrong.  Still, she  
continued licking his cock, which was softened but still erect.  At  
first it had been too sensitive, but now it felt wonderful to have her  
swirling her tongue across the plump head.  He soon was as hard as ever. 
  
She lifted her head, holding the hard pole in her hand, slowly stroking  
up and down.  It was all wet now, as was her chin.  He reached down and  
wiped his semen from her chin.  She opened her mouth, and he put his  
finger in.  Even her licking his finger felt good, making him long to  
come again. 
 
"What's wrong?" she asked. 
 
"Nothing.  It was wonderful.  It's just --" 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"Well, I didn't mean to do something like this.  I didn't mean to take  
advantage of you." 
 
"You're feeling guilty?" 
 
"Yeah.  This is against everything I've been taught.  I know it's  
wicked." 
 
"Yes, isn't it?" 
 
"Maybe I should go?" 
 
"You can't leave me like this.  I'm on fire." 
 
He looked into her eyes.  He could see lust, desire, longing in her  
eyes.  Never had he seen or imagined anything as sexy as her face, her  
mouth still hot and wet, her breath coming in jagged, passionate gasps.  
 
She was right.  He couldn't possibly leave her like that. 
 
"God that was good," he said.  "I've never felt anything like that  
before." 
 
"Nor have I." 
 
"But you had a husband." 
 
"Not exactly.  I had an abusive boyfriend who got out of hand.  I got  
pregnant, and he got the hell out of Dodge.  Haven't seen him since." 
 
She stood up, pulling on his cock to get him to follow. 
 
"Let's go to bed.  It's only 1:30.  You can stay the night, can't you?   
Sleep tomorrow when you get home?" 
 
"I don't know --" 
 
She turned to him and began kissing him, keeping her hand in motion on  
his cock.  He ran his hands along her back, pushing her breasts into his  
shirt. 
 
"Touch me." 
 
He slipped his hand beneath her chemise and let his finger slide into  
her wet slit. 
 
"Oh my God, it feels so good," he said, speaking her thought as well as  
his. 
 
She backed away slowly and then turned.  As she walked down the hall to  
her bedroom, he was hypnotized by the movement of her hips, the teasing  
motion of the loose chemise as it swayed from side to side, giving him a  
quick glimpse of her ass with each step.  He was also excited by her  
long legs and their transparent covering of nylon, a long stripe up the  
back defining their sexy curves. 
 
Her bedroom was just like the master bedroom in his house with a  
dressing room that led to the bathroom at the far end. She indicated  
that he could lie down on the bed, which he did, placing his hands  
behind the back of his head and letting his hard prick lie on his  
stomach.  She leaned against her dresser, watching him. 
 
"Tell me about yourself," she said as she turned and began brushing her  
hair. 
 
How she loves to tease, he thought, as he watched her as brushing her  
hair, a movement that allowed him to see a quick flash of her ass with  
each stroke. 
 
"There's not much to tell," he answered. 
 
"Do you have a girlfriend?" 
 
"Sort of." 
 
"Which means?" 
 
"Which means I date a girl occasionally, but--" 
 
"What's her name?" 
 
"Jackie.  Jackie Rhodes." 
 
Alice turned to look at him for a moment.  She leaned forward, showing  
him her breasts and smiling her cat's smile. 
 
"Is she very pretty?" 
 
He watched her breasts, longing to take them into his hands. One of the  
straps from her chemise fell from her shoulder, letting him see all of  
her right breast.  She slowly pulled it up, but both straps fell as she  
leaned forward onto the bed, placing her hands on either side of his  
hips.  The chemise fell completely free from her breasts, allowing both  
of them to hang inches above his cock. 
 
"Is she?" 
 
"Huh?" he answered. 
 
"Pretty." 
 
"Who?" 
 
"Your girlfriend," Alice said, leaning a little further forward so that  
the nipple of her right breast made contact with his penis.  She moved  
gently so that she seemed to be stroking him with her nipple.  Then she  
leaned even closer and allowed her cleavage to engulf him, causing him  
to jerk his hips. 
 
"My God, I can't believe this is happening," he said. 
 
"Does that mean you won't be answering my question?" 
 
"What question?" 
 
"About your girlfriend." 
 
"What about her?" he asked, barely able to talk while feeling the soft  
pressure of her breasts as she let them fall all over his cock and  
balls. 
 
"Is she pretty?" 
 
"Yeah, sort of." 
 
"Describe her." 
 
"Huh?" 
 
"Tell me what she looks like." 
 
"Well, she's blonde and blue-eyed." 
 
"America's favorite look." 
 
"Says who?" 
 
"Just a comment.  What about her body?" 
 
"I don't know.  I've never seen it." 
 
"Why not?" 
 
"I don't know.  I haven't really tried.  I didn't want to be rude to  
her." 
 
She stood up and pulled the straps of her chemise back to her shoulders. 
  
He could still see her nipples peeking through the thin, almost  
transparent fabric, could see the shape of them poking against it. 
 
"Be rude next time." 
 
With that she leaned back against her dresser and began rearranging her  
stockings, pulling them taught, unsnapping and then carefully snapping  
them back into the snaps of her garter belt.  She bent forward to do  
this, showing him her breasts again (why, he wondered, did they seem so  
much more exciting when they were almost covered?), letting him get  
quick flashes of her pussy (how he longed to push himself into her).   
When she'd finished, she leaned back again and slowly pulled her hands  
up her thighs, lifting her chemise until she was showing him her pussy  
with her legs spread wide.  He found the wet brown hair and the pink  
lips intoxicating.  He sat up, leaning forward to look more closely. The  
lips were open below, revealing a pink wet interior.  Above, he could  
see a swollen wet nub, her clitoris, its purple head proud and erect,  
almost like a small purple penis, glistening with the juice of her  
desire. 
 
"So you're a virgin." 
 
"Until tonight." 
 
"And your girlfriend?" 
 
"Sure." 
 
"How do you know?" 
 
He'd continued to lean forward, finally standing and coming closer.  She  
put her hands onto his head and pulled him closer. He fell to his knees. 
 
"I don't." 
 
"Lick me." 
 
He pushed his nose into the kinky pubic hair.  It was wet. He rubbed it  
about, pushing it into all the folds of her. 
 
"Lick me like a dog licks." 
 
He did. 
 
"Oh, yes, baby, lick me, lick the juice from my slit." 
 
He lapped at her, letting the flat of his tongue slide over the slick  
lips of her cunt and up to the hard satiny nub.  Each time he did, he  
could feel her shiver.  He put his hands around her and took her ass  
into his hands, pulling her forward.  He turned her around and pushed  
her towards the bed.  She fell back and let her legs rest on his  
shoulders.  On his knees, he continued lapping at her pussy, long slow  
licks, touching all and delighting in the shiver produced when he let it 
 glide along her clit. 
 
"Eat my clit, Joey, eat me." 
 
He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to circle it slowly with his  
tongue.  He could feel the muscles in her leg begin to jerk. 
 
"Yes, that's it.  Don't stop!" 
 
He increased his speed and pressure until he felt her grab his head and  
pull him hard against her.  Her moans were loud, her legs taught, her  
cunt pushing against him.  He could feel the spasmodic movements of her  
orgasm as she screamed, "Yes, yes, yes." 
 
Suddenly she pushed his head away. 
 
"I can't take any more." 
 
He stayed, but quit licking for a moment.  The jerking of her hips
slowed, and just before they quit moving, he began licking again.  In
no time he could feel her coming again.  His chin was wet with her
juice as  he pulled away.   
"Fuck me." 
 
He looked around for something to wipe his mouth. 
 
"What's wrong?" 
 
"I'm wet," he answered. 
 
"Me, too.  Does it bother you?" 
 
"No." 
 
"It doesn't bother me either." 
 
He climbed onto the bed.  Her legs were spread, and he couldn't help  
playing with her, rubbing the head of his cock around the lips of her  
pussy, pushing it against her clit.  He took it into his hand and began  
moving it against her. 
 
"Fuck me, Joey, fuck me now." 
 
But he held off, teasing her. 
 
"I'm so hot I can't stand it.  Please put it in." 
 
He slipped the head in and then withdrew, making her jerk against him. 
 
"What do you want?" he asked. 
 
"I want you." 
 
"You have me.  What do you want me to do?" 
 
"I want you to fuck me.  I want you to put your cock into my cunt,  
slowly, all the way in.  Then I want you to fuck me until I come again." 
 
He slid the head in again and remained very still. 
 
"God that feels so good," he said, letting it slip in another inch.  She  
spread her legs and pointed them at the ceiling.  He ran his hands up  
and down them, thrilled by the feel of the nylon covered curves and  
muscles. 
 
"Please, let me have all of it.  Fuck me hard." 
 
He let himself fall on her, let the full length slide in.  She kissed  
his wet mouth, thrust her tongue against his.  He jammed the full length  
of his cock into her.  He couldn't believe the sensation, the wetness,  
the tightness.  He began rutting and soon could feel the jerking rhythm  
of her legs as he continued to stroke them.  She was holding her legs  
high in the air, but she seemed comfortable as her head thrashed from  
side to side, as she continued repeating, "Oh yes, at last, oh yes,"  
over and over again while he pumped into her. 
 
His cock almost ached with its hardness and desire as he matched her  
rhythm. 
 
"I'm going to come again, Joey.  I want you to come at the same time." 
 
He wouldn't have been able to hold back much longer anyway.  When he  
felt her cunt begin to grab at him, clenching with her orgasm, he could  
hold back no longer and began slamming into her, squirting his semen  
into her. 
 
"Yes, yes, oh yes, fuck yes." 
 
He felt himself spurting again and again, his whole body jerking with  
each orgasmic thrust.  He thought it would last forever -- time had  
stopped with his ecstasy -- but all too soon he felt the final jerks and 
 came to rest, his head cradled in the nook of her shoulder, her cunt  
grabbing at him and causing him to jerk long after he'd finished. 
 
They fell asleep together, his cock still semi-hard within her.  After  
they'd napped for maybe twenty minutes, he was awakened by her  
movements, and soon they started again.  Once he was hard, she flipped  
over. 
 
"What are you doing?" he asked. 
 
"I want you from behind." 
 
He pushed himself in, loving the feel of her buttocks against his  
stomach.  She put her hands down between her legs and began slowly  
massaging her cunt, jamming her ass rudely against him. 
 
"Be still, be hard, and when I come, see if it doesn't suck the spunk  
right out of you." 
 
He did, pushing his aching prick deep into her, feeling his hard stomach  
against the wet, soft cheeks of her ass.  Soon he felt her cunt  
beginning to jerk, and sure enough, his own orgasm began to build. 
 
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me now.  I'm coming!" 
 
He did, coming along with her, collapsing against her and kissing her  
hair and her ears and her mouth as they finished. 
 
When he awoke, he was alone.  He could smell and hear bacon frying.  He  
got up and pulled on a robe he found draped across the chair in the  
dressing room.  He followed the smell of the bacon into the kitchen and  
found his lover dressed in her favorite cutoffs and white shirt, the  
tails tied together, showing off her flat belly and the shape of her  
breasts. 
 
"I've made you some breakfast." 
 
"Thanks," he said, still watching every move she made.  She caught him,  
and when he raised his eyes to meet hers, she blushed. 
 
"What's wrong?" 
 
"Nothing.  Have a seat.  Eat." 
 
He sat, but he was puzzled.  He was sure something was wrong.  She  
served him, leaning over him but definitely not teasing him with  
glimpses of her breasts.  She sat down in front of a glass of orange  
juice and a cup of coffee.  He ate in silence while she sipped at her  
orange juice.  Finally he could take no more. 
 
"Mrs. Kerning?" 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"Something's wrong." 
 
"Why do you say so?" 
 
"Last night you wouldn't let me call you Mrs. Kerning." 
 
"Yes, but this morning I realize I was wrong to do what I did last  
night." 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"Look, I'm a teacher, you're a student.  True, we're not in the same  
school, but I should never have let myself get out of control like  
that." 
 
"But I don't mind.  In fact, it's the best thing that ever happened --" 
 
"Shhh --" she said, placing her index finger against his lips.  He bit  
at her, taking the digit into his mouth and sucking on it.  She pulled  
it away. 
 
"No, baby, please don't make this any harder than it already is." 
 
"What are you talking about?" 
 
But she would say nothing more, leaving him no option but to eat.  She  
took her coffee to the counter and watched him.  When he stood to go,  
she turned and stared out the window.  He came up behind her, putting  
his arms around her and pushing his morning hard-on into her ass.  She  
squirmed out of his embrace. 
 
"No baby, please don't." 
 
"I don't understand!" 
 
But she wouldn't explain.  He tried several times to get her back into  
the mood of the night before, but nothing would work.  Finally, he left  
her in the kitchen, retrieved his clothes from the floor, and began to  
get dressed.  He let the robe fall away and caught his naked reflection  
in the glass of her bedroom mirror.  For a moment he was surprised: who  
was this man in her room?  Then he realized that he was the man. 
 
"You should shower first," she said, catching him by surprise.  She had  
come down the carpeted hall silently, and he could have sworn she was  
looking at him with the same lust he'd seen in her eyes the night  
before.  But she soon turned and went to the linen closet to get him his  
towel and wash cloth. 
 
"Here." 
 
He took them and went into the bathroom, bewildered by what was going  
on.  When he'd finished showering, he pulled his clothing back on.  He  
found her sitting in the living room. 
 
"When will I see you again?" 
 
"Maybe it would be better if you didn't." 
 
"Why?" 
 
"Because." 
 
"Because why?" he said, surprising himself with the vehemence of his  
question. 
 
"Because you're a young man who deserves to find someone else.  There's  
no future for us.  I'm sorry for what I did last night." 
 
"But I'm not!" 
 
"You would be.  Look, let's leave things simple.  We had a great night.   
Don't make it into anything more." 
 
"But--" 
 
"You're a child, still, in spite of your man's body.  I'm a woman, at  
least eight years older than you are.  Trust me.  You should concentrate 
your efforts on girls your own age.  Jackie, for instance." 
 
"I don't want Jackie.  I don't want anyone but you." 
 
"You say that now, but it wouldn't last.  Now go on home." 
 
"NO!  You don't understand.  I've been, that is, I . . ."  But he  
realized he couldn't tell her how long he'd been watching her, secretly  
in love with her, dreaming of her.  He couldn't let her know he'd been  
spying on her for months.  He couldn't say anything. 
 
"So can I at least come over again sometime?" 
 
"Maybe." 
 
"Depending on what?" 
 
She thought for a long while, pushing her hands through her hair.   
Finally she turned to him and fixed his eye with hers. 
 
"You can come over again, but only after . . ." 
 
"After what?" 
 
"After you've made it with someone your own age." 
 
"But I don't want anyone my own age." 
 
"What about Jackie?" 
 
"But don't you see?  I . . . I . . ." 
 
"You can do it.  Remember, you can be a little rude with her." 
 
"But--" 
 
"No buts.  Just do it." 
 
And with that she pushed him out the door.
========
 
Chapter Two

The next Friday night found Joey and Jackie at the high school dance, as 
usual.  He'd begged his father for the car, and after he'd washed it, 
waxed it, and cleaned it out inside to his father's satisfaction, he was 
allowed to borrow it.

"Make sure you're home no later than 11:30," his father said as Joey was 
leaving.

"Sure, Dad."  Why was his father still making him get in by a certain 
time?  He was practically an adult, after all, and though he couldn't 
vote, he could join the army and go away to die in Viet Nam.  It bugged 
Joey that he could die for his country if he joined the army, but he 
couldn't stay out past eleven-thirty if he lived at home.  He vowed to 
work on his father.  If he wouldn't agree to letting him stay out late, 
maybe he'd let him begin sleeping in the treehouse every night during 
the summer, something Joey had been urging for the past three summers.

He and Jackie had already been through the usual ritual of seeing all 
their friends, dancing fast dances with various partners, and now they'd 
found one another as the opening chords of a slow song began.  Joey had 
carefully dressed for the occasion, wearing no underwear and the 
thinnest of pants.  He was happy to notice that instead of her usual 
blue jersey and blue jeans, Jackie was wearing a combination in pink -- 
ribbed pullover (he loved the way it showed off her breasts, though it 
was obvious she was wearing a rather modestly cut bra) above the 
shortest skirt she'd be allowed to wear into the dance, showing about 
half her knees.  Beneath the skirt she wore no stockings, just some pink 
socks and white tennis shoes.  In the past, Joey always danced slow 
dances with Jackie in what he considered the "correct" manner, with his 
right arm about her waist and her right hand in his left.  This time, 
however, he put his hands around her at the waist, and she responded by 
putting her arms around his neck.  She looked up into his eyes.

"Nice," she said.

He'd half expected her to forbid him such a close dance, so that when he 
heard the word, it surged through his body as if it were a bolt of 
electricity, concentrating its effect in his groin.  At first he gave 
into the urge to pull himself back, to keep her from feeling the growing 
hardness of his penis.  He was uncomfortably hard, and his cock was 
trapped down his left pant leg.  She moved forward suddenly and brushed 
against it, and he could feel it jerk in response.  He waited for her to 
say something, to object, to put him into his place, but she only closed 
her eyes and put her head onto his shoulder.

Growing a little bolder, he danced forward a bit and rested his hard-on 
against her hip.  He could feel the soft sensation of her dress, could 
feel the movement of her naked waist beneath her skirt.  He pulled her 
closer and let his hands dip lower, touching the lower portion of her 
back, gently kneading the dimples above her fleshy fanny.  Still no 
objection.  He pushed himself a little more firmly against her, and she 
hugged him more tightly, keeping her eyes closed.  He massaged her back 
with his hands, amazed to hear her sighs of contentment.

He felt great, astounded that he was getting away with something so 
rude, but there was still one problem: his cock was painfully trapped 
down his pant leg.  On the one hand, he didn't want to risk making her 
mad, losing the progress he'd made so far, by adjusting himself.  On the 
other hand, he was so hard that it hurt.

"Be rude!" he remembered Alice saying to him.  Why not? he finally 
decided, especially since he was far more interested in Alice than he 
was in Jackie anyway.  He carefully pulled his left hand away from her 
back, stuck it into his pants, and pulled himself upright.  The relief 
was immediate.  He put his arm back around her, placed his hands 
directly on her ass, and pulled her to him.  He could feel the softness 
of her belly against the hardness of his cock, meaning she could feel 
him all too well.  She opened her eyes and looked right at him.  She 
opened her mouth, probably to tell him he'd already gone far enough.  He 
covered her mouth with his.  They kissed, her mouth still open.  He let 
his tongue touch her lip, then slip inside.  She kissed him back, 
teasing his tongue with hers, letting her hands slide down his back.  He 
pulled her even closer, squeezing on her plump ass cheeks, almost 
rutting against her.  She moaned softly beneath the kiss and moved 
against him, as if to get a better feel of the protrusion against her 
belly.  He pulled away from her mouth, giving her a chance to say 
something.

She leaned straight back, trusting him to hold her.  She let her head 
drop, spilling her long blond hair almost to the floor.  The movement 
put her crotch right against his cock, and he imagined he could feel the 
furrow of her cunt enfolding itself about him.  She straightened up, 
rubbing herself against him in the process.  He let his hands play on 
her ass cheeks, feeling the light cotton of her skirt move against her 
panties, feeling the plump resilience of her cheeks.

"Oh, Joey, we'd better stop!"

"Nobody can see us in this darkness."

"Oh, it feel so --  No, we'd better --"

Before she could insist, however, he kissed her again.  While kissing 
her, he took her hand in his and placed it right on his erection.  She 
pulled away as if she'd touched a hot poker, but when he repeated the 
invitation, he felt her touch and measure and squeeze, examining his 
prick through his pants from tip to balls.  She then pulled her hand 
away, looked around and put her hand back around his neck, running it 
lightly through his hair.

"Not here.  Someone will see," she said.

"But it's so dark," he whispered into her ear before letting his lips 
brush against it.  He then put his left hand on her right breast, 
cautiously caressing it and working his way towards the nipple.  Her bra 
was thickly padded, but he could feel the swelling nipple.  He tried to 
play with it, wishing he could get her to touch his cock again.  He 
pulled away from her and looked into her face.

"Let's go," she said.

He needed no further invitation.  Taking her by the hand, he led her to 
the pile of coats in the corner.  They found their jackets and put them 
on, then slipped out a side door into the cool California night.  When 
she shivered, he pulled her against him and kissed her.  They abandoned 
themselves to the moment, pushing their crotches together and dry 
humping while standing against a bank of lockers.  Joey tried to get his 
hand beneath her jacket and blouse, but she pulled away, laughing.

"Not yet, silly!" she said, turning and skipping away towards the 
parking lot.  Joey ran after her, catching her from behind and letting 
his erection press itself into the haunches of her ass, feeling their 
round plumpness through the skirt and panties.  She switched her hips 
against him and turned to give him a quick kiss.

"I'm so horny," he said.

"Joey!  How you talk!"

She broke away and ran to the car, waiting on her side for him to unlock 
the door and hold it open for her.  She eased herself back into the 
seat, letting her skirt fly up, revealing first her strong brown thighs 
and then a flash of white, the almost shear cotton of her panties.  He 
thought he could see a spot of wetness before she whirled in her seat 
and leaned over to unlock his door.  He circled the car and got in.  She 
slid over next to him, and he slipped his right arm around her shoulders 
after starting the car.

"Can you drive with just one hand?" she asked?

"Of course," he answered, using his left hand to slip the card into 
reverse.  He turned in his seat to look back over his shoulder, but he 
kissed her instead.  He then let his foot off the brakes and backed out, 
taking a slow route towards Tapo Canyon Road, where he knew of a totally 
private place to park.  As they drove, she played with his shirt, 
undoing a couple of the buttons and slipping her hands in to feel his 
chest.  She let her fingertips investigate his muscles and then circle 
his nipples.  He could hardly stand the sensation, though made his cock 
throb.  She continued unbuttoning him and worked her way down until she 
had his chest completely revealed.  He hoped she would begin to work on 
his pants, but she'd gone as far as she'd be going for the rest of the 
ride.

He soon found the place, put the emergency brake on and pushed the seat 
as far back as it would go.  They were parked on an overlook that faced 
a wide valley filled with oil derricks that rocked back and forth like 
tireless grasshoppers.  To Joey, the rhythm was suggestive.  They cast 
long shadows in the brilliance of a full moon which filled the valley 
with silver light.

For a long while they kissed, licking one another's lips, nipping ear 
lobes and rubbing noses while their breath grew heavy.  Her hands 
continued their play upon the naked flesh of his chest, occasionally 
dipping to play in the hair that grew from his crotch to his belly 
button.  He played with her breasts through the double padding of blouse 
and bra for a while before slipping his hand under the blouse and 
touching her breasts through her bra.  He waited fifteen minutes before 
he built up the nerve to attempt to unsnap it.  She noticed him fumbling 
about with the snap and pulled away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He blushed, though he doubted she could see it.

"Nothing," he answered.

"Oh.  It felt to me as if you were trying to undo my bra."

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Yes?  Can I?"

"I don't know.  Why do you want to?"

"I want to touch your breasts."

"Naked?"

"Yes."

"I don't know."

"Doesn't it excite you?"

"Yes."

"Don't you want me to kiss your nipples?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then . . ."

"I don't know."

"Let's just unsnap it for a moment."

"Well . . ."

"Please?"

"Well, I suppose."

She reached back and unsnapped her bra.  She then closed her eyes.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yes."

He slipped his fingers beneath the blouse.  They kissed.  He first let 
his hand tease its way across both her breasts, feeling the excited 
nipples against his palm.  Then he squeezed and playfully pinched her 
nipples, delighted to her the moans of desire coming from her throat.

"That feels so good, Joey."

He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on 
it and circling it with his tongue, giving the other the attention of 
his other hand.  He could feel her squirming in her seat.  He kissed 
first one nipple, then the other, letting his head pivot from one to the 
other.  Her breathing was excited, her hips rutting.

He pulled back for a moment and began attempting to remove the bra.

"Now what?"

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took it off?" he answered.  She 
responded by pulling the blouse over her head and letting him pull the 
bra away from her breasts.  He found them terribly exciting, their pink 
nipples swollen and pointing straight out in different directions.  He 
took her breasts in his hands and caressed them.

"You're so beautiful, Jackie."

She pulled away from him and pulled her blouse back on. Again they 
kissed, his hands freely touching her beneath her blouse.  His cock was 
so hard it ached, so he finally put her hand on it again.  At first she 
hesitated, but when he repeatedly encouraged her, she let her natural 
curiosity guide her.  They kissed and hugged, he playing with her 
breasts, she with his bulge, lightly fingering it and squeezing it 
through his pants.  Soon they were moaning and pushing against one 
another.  He put his hand on her leg and felt her freeze for a moment.  
But she then resumed kissing him as he ran his hand up and down the 
flesh of her thigh and knee.  He was patient, massaging her legs for at 
least fifteen minutes, slowly going higher and higher, pushing her skirt 
up with each pass until he was only inches from her crotch.  Finally he 
touched her panties, excited to find them soaked through with her 
juices.

"Don't!" she said, pulling his hand away.

"Why not?"

"I'm all wet and yucky down there."

He put his fingers to his nose.

"Sexy, not yucky."

"It's so embarrassing.  I don't know why this happens."

"You're horny."

"What?"

"Your body is ready."

"For what?"

How could he say it?  He knew she must know, but her seeming innocence, 
her wide blue eyes staring at him with a mixture of fear and desire, her 
knowing and not knowing at once -- everything about her in that moment 
touched his heart.  He wondered if he should say what was on his mind, 
thinking it terribly rude.  But what would Alice have said?  He blushed 
in shame at the thought. She would have had him be rude.  So he would.

"Your cunt -- "

" -- Joey!"

"Your cunt, Jackie," he said, putting his hand under her skirt again and 
rubbing her thigh just beneath her panties, "your cunt is wet and ready 
for me."

"For what?"

"For my . . . for my cock.  It's rock hard."

She gave him a squeeze.

"I know.  Your . . ."  She squeezed the hard poker through his pants.  
"You are ready."

"My cock is tingling, bursting with desire for you, Jackie, that's what 
it is."

"Joey!"

"And you're cunt is aching to be . . . to be . . ."

Boldly, he touched her slit through her panties.  He traced the wet 
outline of her labia, slowly stroking the length of the moist, spreading 
lips, finally just barely touching her swollen clitoris

"Oh, Joey, I'm tingling so."

"You want to be . . ."

"To be what?"

"You know."

"What?  Say it?"

"Your pussy is ready to be . . . fucked."

"Joey!"

"And you want to, don't you?"

"No!"

He let his fingers stroke her clitoris, slowly circling the tingling 
nub, delighting in her wetness.

"You don't?"

"No.  I mean, yes."

"You do?"

"Yes.  I mean, no.  I mean, I don't know what I . . ."

But she couldn't go on, falling victim to the rhythm of his rude finger, 
barely able to lift her arm to push his hand away as she felt him slip 
his hand beneath her panties and put his wet finger right on her naked 
clit.  He continued moving, noting the jerking of the muscles in her 
leg, feeling the desire coursing through her body.  She kissed him 
passionately now, spreading her legs and giving way completely to the 
rich sensuous feelings spreading in waves through her thighs and 
abdomen.

"Don't stop!" she heard herself exclaim when he pulled his hand away, 
lifting her skirt and pulling at the waistband of the thin cotton.

"Help me strip these from you," he said.

"I don't know, Joey.  What if -- "

But he kissed her, and while kissing her, he put his hands under her ass 
and lifted, delighted when he felt her support her own weight and let 
him pull the panties down to her thighs.  She then leaned back against 
the door and put her feet in his lap. He pulled the panties down over 
her shoes and socks.  He put her right leg on the floor and let himself 
take in her beauty.  She lay with her eyes closed, desire a pale pink 
flush on her face, her right arm behind her head, her left touching her 
face.  Her blouse was rumpled, pushed up on one side so that he could 
see part of her right breast.  He legs were spread, and beneath the 
skirt he could barely see the blond curls of her bush where her legs 
came together.

While he watched her, he undid his pants and let his cock spring free.

"You're so beautiful," he said to her.  "And sexy, with your hair 
shining in the moonlight, with your legs spread."

She opened her eyes at that, and the first thing they fell upon was his 
hard cock.

"My God, Joey, it's so . . ."

"So what?"

"Can I?  Touch it?  Please."

She tentatively reached out and circled it with her left hand.

"It's so hard."

"Aching," he answered, pulling her closer.  She took him in her right 
hand, and he began playing with the wetness of her cunt with his left.  
They kissed and stroked and drifted dangerously near orgasm.  He pushed 
his finger into her, covering it with the silky fluid, then let his 
finger stroke the head of her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer.  
She, meanwhile, let her hand slowly move up and down on his cock, 
pausing now and again to finger the head and play in the spill of juice 
at the tip.  He pushed her blouse up so he could play with her breast 
with his right hand, pinching it as he felt the strength and frequency 
of the spasms in her legs and stomach increase.

"Oh, Joey, I don't know what's . . .I feel so . . .Oh, I'm melting, 
I'm . . . Oh, Joey, yes, yes, that's it, just like that, yes, don't stop 
. . ."

Joey didn't stop, not until she was pushing his hand away following her 
first orgasm.  Soon Joey had his hand back on her crotch, holding it 
tight, his middle finger inserted part way.  She squeezed and pulled on 
his cock, thrilled by its feel.

"Oh, Joey, that felt so . . . I've never felt anything quite so . . ."

But she couldn't say more as the spasms again began to build.  This time 
she found herself trying to keep time with Joey, pumping his cock, 
excited at the way his hips suddenly began thrusting.

"Stop, Jackie, or I'll go off any second."

She gripped him tightly for a moment.

"You don't . . . don't want to . . .'go off'?"

"It might . . . be . . . messy."

They continued their stroking, and he felt himself on the edge.

"I'm going to come any minute."

She stopped and gripped him again.  He stopped, too.

"Don't stop!  Please!" she said, her hips moving against his hand.  He 
moved again, starting slow, but soon finding her rhythm, sure of it when 
he heard her gasping, "Yes, yes, oh yes, Joey, that feels so good," all 
the while holding onto his cock like it was her lifeline, then actually 
screaming, "Yes, I'm coming, oh God how delicious!"  This time when she 
finished he sensed it and stopped moving before she pushed his hands 
away.

"God, Joey, that was better than the first time."

He kissed her.  She still had his cock in her hand, still squeezing.  
She started moving slowly.  So did he.  He was amazed when he could feel 
another orgasm building in her.

"Joey, sweet Joey, how you make me feel!  I never imagined anything like 
this."  He continued moving his fingers slowly around the slick swollen 
tip of flesh, measuring her response in the jerking of her hips.

Then she backed away and looked at his cock.

"May I kiss it?" she asked?

"Of course."

She put her legs beneath her and bent forward over his crotch.  He 
couldn't reach her cunt in this position and contented himself by 
stroking her hair with his right hand and smelling the deep musk of the 
juice on his left.  He felt her lips touch him, felt her tongue lick the 
underside, then felt himself gasp as she took him into her mouth.  He 
noticed she'd put her right hand under her skirt.  It was moving in 
quick jerks.  His hips picked up the momentum, moving his cock in and 
out of her mouth.  She stopped him, but she began pumping his cock with 
her hand while she licked its head.  He could feel the tightness 
building in his balls.

"I'm going to come!" he warned, but she kept her sucking mouth on the 
head, kept jerking at him with her hand, kept stroking herself.  Their 
breathing fell into synch, and he found himself about to explode.

"Here goes, Jackie!"

But she kept her head down, following some blind instinct that made her 
move her hand a little more slowly, keeping the edge on him until she 
could feel by his jerking hips that he would explode.  She felt her own 
clit bursting with the onslaught of her own explosion and was soon 
melting with excitement, putting a vice-grip on his prick as she tensed 
with pleasure.  She again began tugging on Joey's hard flesh, and soon 
he felt as if the end of his cock were about to dissolve into the warmth 
of her mouth and the sudden shooting of his sperm, but at the last 
moment she gripped him tightly, lifted her head and turned to the clock. 
 
11:25.  He followed her eyes, screaming when he noticed.

"Oh no!  I'm supposed to be home by 11:30."

"We're both in it.  I said I'd be back by 11:15."

She put her mouth back down and kissed the head of his cock.

"Sorry, Joey."

"Sorry?!?!"

"Well?"

She was putting her bra back on.  He took her panties from her before 
she could put them back on.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you mind?  I'd like to have them."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have to have some relief."

"So."

"So, when I get home . . ."

"What?"

"I'll get some relief."

"And my panties?"

"They're still wet, and they smell of you.  They'll remind me of where I 
want to be, who I want to be with."

"And what will you do?"

He had the car going, but she continued slowly stroking him, keeping him 
on the edge until they got to her house.  She put him away as if her 
were her personal property, tucking him into his pants and carefully 
pulling up the zipper.  He walked her to her door, each step an agony.  
They kissed, almost chastely, standing in the light of the porch.  He 
lifted her skirt and took her ass in his hands.  She looked up into his 
eyes.

"You hurting?" she asked.  How did she know about that, he wondered.

"About to explode with lust," he admitted.

"And what will you do?"

"What do you think?"

She peeked into the small window of her front door, noting that all was 
dark within.

"I think you're going to jack off."

"But first, I'm going to wrap your panties around my cock."

"Sounds sexy."

"But I have one favor to ask."

"Yes?"

"May I have a look at you."

"You can't see me?"

"Not your face."

"Oh.  Right here in public?"

"There's no one watching.  Your family is asleep, and no one else can 
see us here."

"Well."

But he was already lifting her skirt, not stopping until he had reached 
her waist.

"Hold it here," he said.  She took it and held it up while he backed 
away.  She modestly placed one knee forward, as if to shield herself, 
but it made her look even sexier, her plump perfect legs naked and 
curvy, her calves made to look stronger and more inviting by the little 
pink socks and white sneakers. She let one of her hands stray down to 
the silken blonde curls of her pubis, sliding in and out of the pink 
slit, then lifting her hand and letting him get a good look.  She slowly 
turned around and showed him the full pulpy mass of her ass, the deep 
crease between.

"Bend forward," he said when she had her back fully to him.  She did, 
looking at him over her shoulder.  He could see the nest framed by the 
cheeks of her ass and the fullness of her thighs, could see the blond 
curls and the pink wet slit, its lips glistening and open still.

"You like?" she asked?

"I like," he answered.

"Is this what you'll be thinking about?"

"When?"

"When you jack off?"

"Yeah, except I'll be sticking my cock into you, fucking you."

Suddenly the light came on in the living room.  Jackie stood up, 
brazenly showing herself still, and let him get a good look before she 
calmly let her skirt fall into place.

"Good night," she said.

"Good night."

The drive home was a nightmare of pain and desire.  He could hardly 
believe what had happened, and all because he'd been taught the value of 
a little well-considered rudeness.

Once he got home, got past his father, apologized for being ten minutes 
late -- his father seemed more tired than concerned -- Joey explained 
that he'd be sleeping out in his tree house, which he did regularly, 
especially in the summertime.  He could hardly wait to take care of his 
aching necessity.
========

Chapter Three

Joey was not alone in his feelings of frustration.  Alice had, once 
again, spent the evening as chaperon to a carbon copy of the school 
dance Joey had attended, a cross-town event.  How frustrating it had 
been to watch all the young lovers dancing, surreptitiously touching.  
As she did, she couldn't shake the image of Joey, asleep on her couch, 
his hard-on bulging through his thin shorts.  It had acted as no 
previous event in her life, and much to her shame, she'd found herself 
giving in to a temptation that hadn't really bothered her in the two 
years since the brief and bitterly disappointing though quite productive 
fling with Elizabeth's father.  "Once burned, twice shy," she reminded 
herself.  After that, she'd lived a celibate life, vividly imagining the 
sex she desired but feared and bringing herself her own relief.

For a long while, her fantasy love life was enough.  She loved playing 
out her fantasies, loved the sensuous touch of her silk lingerie, loved 
parading nearly naked through her back yard.  It turned her on the think 
someone might be watching, and the languid warm feelings she felt 
between her legs once she was oiled and lying in the sun were as good as 
any lover's touch she'd ever had.

Until Joey.  Now she couldn't stop thinking about him, about his shy 
good looks, his muscled chest, his hard, flat stomach and the hard thing 
proudly standing below.  How it had jerked and jumped while she danced 
for him!

"But I must not dwell on that," she reminded herself as she approached 
the house.  It was bad enough that it had happened, but a recurrence 
would be unforgivable.  He was no different from any of her own 
students, she reminded herself, and it was therefore no more right for 
her to take advantage of him than it would have been to take advantage 
of one of them.  Still, it had seemed so different, almost magical, 
almost a fantasy turned real, and now that she'd tasted it, she knew it 
would be hard to find satisfaction elsewhere.

She opened the door and found the baby-sitter asleep.  Unlike before, 
however, this baby-sitter -- a junior high school girl who lived across 
the street -- aroused no interest in Alice.  She paid the young girl and 
bid her goodnight as she closed and locked the door.  She then made her 
way back to her bedroom.

Rather than putting on the overhead light, she entered the dark room and 
walked toward the bed, intending to turn on the lamp on the bedside 
table.  The curtains were open, and she was surprised to see a light in 
the trees of the house in back.  Joey's house.  She put off turning on 
the light for a moment and peered intently out of the window.  There 
seemed to be a light coming from a black mass she'd never noticed in the 
little pine tree forest behind the wall that separated the houses.  She 
could make out the shape of a tree house, silhouetted against the street 
lights on the corner.

What could it mean?  She could think of only one thing: Joey must have 
built himself a tree house, and he was there, in it at this very moment. 
 
A moment's reflection brought the blood to her face with a sudden 
suspicion: could Joey have been spying on her from there?  Could he have 
been watching her private afternoons?  She had always liked thinking she 
might be putting on a show for someone, but now that she discovered 
evidence that the fantasy might actually have been real, she didn't know 
what to think.  In some ways, she felt her privacy and trust had been 
violated.  On the other hand, hadn't that very thought -- the image of a 
man watching her stretch and swim and rub oil all over her body and 
touch herself -- hadn't that very image been a big part of the 
excitement that led to her having steamy orgasms in the blazing sun?  
And had Joey been doing anything she wouldn't have done herself?  Or if 
she, personally, hadn't been tempted, could she truly expect any man 
(she could not make herself think of him as just a boy) to have done any 
differently?

Turning away from the window, she suddenly felt very foolish.  "Probably 
just my imagination," she thought.  "That light's probably always been 
there, a security light.  I've just never noticed it before.  And the 
trees are just thick.  There's no proof that a tree house exists there." 
 
She turned and peered at it again, this time convincing herself that she 
must be mistaken.  How could she find out for sure?

Then she got an idea.  If someone -- Joey -- were there, he'd have to 
turn off his light if he wanted to watch her.  As soon as she turned her 
light on, he would be bound to notice.  If the light went off, she could 
assume he was there.  If not, she could write the whole episode down as 
further evidence she was living in her fantasies a little too often.

She left the room again and entered, this time turning on the overhead 
light as she often did.  Suddenly the window became a mirror, and she 
couldn't see the light at all, couldn't even see if it had been 
extinguished.  She walked back into her dressing room, leaving its light 
out, closed the door, and peered through the window.  Sure enough, the 
light was now off.  He must be watching, she thought.  At first she was 
angry, but that soon passed as she realized what an opportunity she had. 
 
Here was her captive audience.

She went back into the bedroom and began her show by going to the 
dresser and removing her necklace.  She'd play it as if she were just 
undressing for bed and then got a little aroused.  She removed the 
jacket to the suit she was wearing, leaving her in a sleeveless, almost 
transparent white blouse (which is why she had to keep the jacket on 
during the dance).  Underneath she was wearing a lacy red bra.  She 
loved how sexy it looked, how brazen it made her feel.  Watching herself 
in the mirror, she began touching her breasts, weighing them in each 
hand, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.  At first she was 
only acting aroused, but soon she felt it.

She walked around her bed and sat facing the window.  She lifted one 
leg, causing her skirt to fly up and reveal her red, French cut panties. 
 
She carefully undid the strap of the shoe, making sure to take her time 
and reveal her long legs, red stockings and the growing wet spot in the 
middle of her panties.  She stroked herself lightly, as if forgetting 
the shoe.  Finally, she removed it and repeated the ritual with the 
other.  Once finished, she slipped her thumbs through the waist band of 
her panties and began slipping them off, lying back and curling her legs 
back towards her chest so she could pull off the underwear.  She then 
let her right leg dangle to the floor, keeping her left heel up on the 
bed and thus revealing everything.  She could imagine him watching, his 
hard cock in his hand, her panties wrapped around it.  She left the 
panties suspended from her left ankle and began touching herself.

Joey was watching indeed, watching with amazement and even greater pain. 
 
He'd entered his tree house with the intentions of relieving his 
frustrations by wrapping Jackie's panties around his cock and reliving 
the evening, this time with his own climax mixed in.  He'd spent a few 
moments spreading out his sleeping bag and getting undressed.  Then he'd 
placed the still damp panties to his nose to smell, noticing that though 
the musk smell was arousing, it didn't fill him with the kind of 
excitement he'd felt while sharing the smell of Alice's panties with 
her.  He couldn't help wondering whether she was still up, so he 
retrieved his binoculars and looked across the fence to see if her house 
was lighted.  It was dark at the back, but he imagined he could see 
lights in the front part of the house, meaning that she was probably 
still awake.  He wanted relief -- he was suffering an agonizing case of 
blue balls -- but he couldn't help but hope he'd see her return home and 
undress for bed.  He'd just about given up on that possibility when 
suddenly he saw the light come on, saw her enter her bedroom, saw her 
begin preparing for bed and then becoming aroused.  At first he just 
watched, but when she began touching herself, he began touching himself. 
 
He had himself nearly to the point of orgasm when she suddenly got up 
and disappeared.

What now?  Had she come?  If so, it had been without the usual muscle 
spasms.  No, here she was again, now laying out her bed clothes, a baby 
doll outfit consisting of a pastel pink translucent teddy and tiny 
matching panties.  She disappeared for a moment and then returned, now 
swaying as if to music.  She again was dancing for him, teasing him, 
slowly pulling off her blouse, toying with the straps of her brassiere, 
finally letting it fall in front of her.  She began caressing her 
breasts, weighing them in her hand, slowly pulling at her nipples.  Now 
she was bending down to retrieve the red bra, showing him her ass and 
the furry womb beneath.  He could stand no more teasing, so he pulled 
his pants back up and quietly left his tree house, jumped the wall and 
made his way barefoot to her front door.  Why should they settle for 
masturbation when they could be together?

He had to ring the bell three times before he could hear her moving 
through the house towards the front door.  First the light came one, and 
he could feel her looking at him through the peephole.  He smiled, 
feeling himself blush and half wishing he hadn't come over so 
impulsively.  She made him wait another long three minutes before she 
opened the door.  When she did, he could see she'd pulled on a long, 
silky sheer pink robe, transparent enough that he could see she'd pulled 
the teddy on before coming to the door.

"What do you want?" she asked, as if she hadn't just been wanting him.  
Hadn't she been teasing him on purpose?  He didn't know what to say, but 
he knew he had to get in, had to touch her, had to have relief.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"I don't think we'd better, Joey.  What happened last week was a 
mistake.  I shouldn't have -- "

"It was the best thing that's ever happened to me, Mrs.-- Alice."

"I thought I told you -- "

"You did, you said I'd have to make it with a girl my own age before -- 
"

"And did you?"

"Almost."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I got to third base, as they say, but I came home in pain."

He saw her eyes drop to his crotch, where his rigid bulge ached and his 
balls throbbed in pain.  He could see her considering, could see her 
fighting with herself over what to do.  He sighed and turned to go.

"No.  Wait."

"Yes?"

"Did she tease you?"

"I don't know.  I don't think so."

"Come in and tell me about it."

He followed her in, followed her back to her bedroom, stood in the 
doorway as he watched her light a candle sitting on the night table.  He 
watched her go to the window and close the drapes, watched her let the 
robe fall from her shoulders.  She let it fall as far as her elbows, so 
that she exposed her breasts, nipples stiff and pushing against the 
almost transparent fabric of her teddy.  She let him look for a moment 
and then removed it entirely.  He couldn't help himself when he saw her 
long, perfect legs, almost completely naked beneath her short teddy.  
She was wearing a pair of pink house slippers with little heels that 
threw her calf muscles into relief and made her seductive walk even more 
sexy.  Or so he thought as he watched her turn, saunter into the 
dressing room, and then return.  She plopped down on the bed, leaning 
against the headboard and watching him.

He walked over towards the bed, eager to take her into his arms, but she 
held up her hands.

"Stay where you are.  I want to hear about your evening first."

"But I'm in pain."

"OK, take off your pants."

He eagerly did so, stepping out of his pants, his erection springing up 
against his belly.  He started to remove his T-shirt, but she asked him 
to leave it on.

"It's sexier that way," she said.  "Now come here and tell me about it."

He walked over to the bed.  She took his erection in her hand and slowly 
began stroking.

"I want to hear every detail."

He began explaining, leaving nothing to her imagination, describing how 
Jackie had dressed, how her legs had felt against his hard prick as they 
danced, how she'd touched him, how they'd left and kissed on the way, 
how he'd taken Alice's advice to be a little rude.  While he was 
explaining, she slowly moved her hand up and down on his dribbling cock, 
stopping whenever she felt him nearing his inevitable explosion.  While 
she stroked him, she began stroking herself through her panties.  When 
he began describing how he'd removed Jackie's panties, she asked him to 
remove hers.  He did, thrilled by their wetness and the warm musky smell 
of her.  She kept her legs spread.  He explained how beautiful Jackie 
had looked, her legs spread, her pink gash peeking at him from its nest 
of blond curls.  When he did, she pulled one knee up against her chest 
and let the other leg dangle off the side of the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, only different."

"How so?"

But he couldn't explain it.  For some reason, he felt compelled by the 
sight and smell of Alice in a way that he didn't feel with Jackie.  
Sure, he got very hot for the young girl, but there was something so 
much more . . . interesting about Alice.

"Well?" Alice prompted, slowly stroking him.

"You have better legs, for one thing."

"Thank you."

"And you're just so much more . . ."

"More what?"

He looked at her, her breasts heaving beneath the short teddy, her cunt 
beckoning him, her long legs and beautiful face and lovely thick hair.

"More of a woman, I guess."  He wanted to say he thought he was in love 
with Alice, but he knew that couldn't be, and if it were, there was no 
future in it, so he said nothing, turning his attention back to the 
story.  He told her about touching Jackie's wet slit, of finding her 
swollen clit and running his finger over its slickness until he could 
feel the muscles in Jackie's legs beginning to jerk.

"You mean she came?"

"Yes, several times."

"And you?"

"Well, there wasn't time."

"You mean she timed it that way?"

"I don't know.  She touched me, felt my balls and rubbed her hand gently 
in the juice I was leaking.  She even put me into her mouth."

"And you didn't come?"

"Almost.  She had me there, but then we noticed the time."

"And that was it?"

"No, when we got home . . .  "

And he described what had happened then.  By the time he explained 
having Jackie let him have a look to remember when he masturbated, Alice 
was soaking wet herself.  He could see the fragrant juice glistening on 
her thighs.  He tried to touch her, but she wouldn't let him.

"I don't think we should do any more than you did with her, Joey, 
because I don't want to be the old slut you come to for relief after 
you've been teased by the little girls in your class."

He wanted to tell her she'd never be any such thing in his mind, that 
she was his ideal woman, that he'd been dreaming of her ever since she'd 
moved in.  On the other hand, what he liked most about her, sexually, 
was her enjoyment of playing the tease, of dancing for him, of her 
backyard episodes.

"So you're going to tease me, too?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what?"

"I want you to jerk off for me.  Spill your spunk all over me, over my 
breasts."

She pulled the left strap of her teddy down so that her breast was 
freed.  He watched as she played with her nipple before slowly removing 
the rest of the garment.  She directed him to get onto the bed, on his 
knees between her spread legs.  He could see her eyes on his cock, could 
see her hands lanquidly stroking her cunt lips, could see the wet pink 
flesh between her fingers.

"Do it, Joey.  Do it for me."

So he did, though it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his 
life.  Still, he needed to have relief soon, so he began stroking 
himself.

"I'll let you know when," Alice said, as she focused her stroking on 
clit, rotating her right index finger over its head.  Joey could imagine 
nothing more beautiful than Alice's slender hands touching herself, her 
fingernails a bright red contrast to her light brown skin and the brown 
curls of her pussy.  He could have come in a moment, but he moved 
slowly, waiting for her to say when.  He got himself to the edge and 
then kept himself there with slow movements.

"Oh, yes, Joey, I'm just about there," Alice said, pulling her legs 
towards her chest.

"I want to feel that hot sperm on my breasts, on my skin.  Spill it on 
me, Joey."

He watched her hand, a blur of movement between her legs.  He knew it 
would be soon.  He felt good, felt as if he'd drown her when he came.  
He'd wanted more, but somehow he could imagine almost nothing sexier 
than having this perfect woman naked on her back beneath him, her legs 
spread, her arousal obvious and strong, her hands, her sexy hands, 
moving her to orgasm.  He knew it would be only a moment more, could 
tell it by the spasms in the muscles of her legs and stomach.

"Now!" she said, and he was as good as she'd hoped, exploding on her 
command.  He'd been so horny for so long that the first spurt hit her on 
the face, landing in a thick ribbon of goo running from her forehead 
down to her chin.  The next jumped but not as far, landing in a long 
string on her breasts and stomach.  He continued pumping until he was 
dry but still tingling.  And he could see that she had already had her 
first orgasm and was working on the next.

"Let me," he said, lowering himself to the bed and putting his face into 
her crotch.  She resisted at first, but soon she let him pull her hands 
away and begin licking, taking his head in her hands.  It wouldn't take 
much, he knew, she knew, and he licked her slowly, sucking on her lips 
and clit, loving the feel of her in his mouth.

"Oh, God yes, Joey, that's it, don't stop!"

He didn't, staying close as she lifted her ass off the bed in her 
excitement.  When she'd finished, he was as hard and horny as he'd been 
at the beginning.  He lay on top of her, excited by the feel of his own 
sticky sperm on her torso, and let the head of his cock poke the wet 
mouth of her cunt.

"No, Joey, please, not that, not tonight."

"But why?  I'm aching."

"I'll eat you, but I won't fuck you until you've had someone your own 
age."

"Why?"

"Because that's the way I feel.  Do you want me to eat you?"

He did and didn't all at once, but he was in no position to argue.  She 
took him into his mouth and began stroking him with her hand while she 
licked him and sucked him.

Pulling away for a moment, she said, "Fuck my mouth, Joey."  She got on 
her knees, leaning forward and taking his ass in her hands, encouraging 
him to rut against her.  He began fucking her mouth, and she looked up 
at him.  He caught her eye, saw the desire there, noticed that she'd 
begun masturbating again, and then exploded.  She drank every drop, 
licked him clean, as she came herself.

"You'd better go," she said.

"But -- "

"Please, Joey.  Don't make it any harder for me."

"When can I see you again?"

She was tempted to say he could see her any day just by looking at her 
from his tree house, but she didn't want to give away her knowledge of 
his tree house yet, so she said she'd see him after he'd finally made it 
with a girl his own age.

"Why don't you make it with someone your own age?" he asked, surprised 
by his own anger.  He left before she could answer.
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Chapter Four

But that was more easily said than done.  Not that he didn't come close. 
 
On the very next weekend, just one week before the senior prom, he and 
Jackie visited Jackie's best friend, Terri Claxton.  Jackie was having 
dinner with the Claxtons, so she went ahead early, taking her family's 
car.  Since Joey had to eat dinner with his family, he agreed to follow 
later.  Besides, his family and the Claxtons lived in the same 
neighborhood, so he walked over.  He found the two girls playing ping-
pong in the den, but they quit when he arrived.  He was a bit 
disappointed since he loved playing ping-pong and rarely got the chance, 
but the girls had already played all the ping-pong they could stand.  He 
was happy to see that Jackie was dressed in a very thin sun dress, a 
floral print with blue flowers.  He could see the outline of her bra and 
panties through it when she stood in the light.  They kissed and held 
hands.

Terri's parents would be out until very late, so Terri invited Jackie 
and Joey upstairs to their bedroom to watch TV.  They kept the color TV 
up there, and neither Joey nor Jackie had access to one, so it was a 
treat.  Terri led the way up the stairs, Joey following and noticing 
that he could see the pale blue cotton of her panties under her white 
cotton skirt.  He hadn't noticed Terri all that much before, keeping his 
attention on Jackie.  Besides, Terri had always struck him as a stuck 
up, intellectual type, a girl who wore glasses and was always reading a 
book.  As she mounted the steps in front of him, however, he saw her 
from a different point of view.  He couldn't help but notice how sexy 
she was, how long her legs, how distracting the round peach shape of her 
bottom.  She was wearing white tennis shoes and blue socks, and he loved 
the way her calf muscles flexed as she climbed the stairs.

Her parents had the color TV in one corner of their large bedroom with a 
sofa and love seat clustered around it.  Jackie and Joey took the sofa, 
and Terri lounged across from them on the love seat.  At first Joey sat 
watching TV while Jackie and Terri were talking, but then he felt the 
pressure of Jackie's leg against his and turned his attention back to 
the girls.

When he looked at Jackie, she cast her eyes to the side, indicating 
Terri.  He turned to look at her and was amazed.  She'd drawn up one of 
her legs, and he could clearly see her panties beneath her skirt.  Terri 
appeared to be unconcerned, her attention focused on "The Man from 
U.N.C.L.E," but Joey's concern made itself known immediately.  His cock 
literally crawled down his pants leg as he felt a jolt run through him 
at the unexpected sight of her long tanned legs and short little skirt, 
flipped back by her right leg, its muscles taut and elegant, her pale 
blue panties pulled tightly across the slight mound of her pussy.  He 
tried to watch the program, but he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering 
back to the sight.  He even thought he could see several strands of 
black hair peeping from one edge of her panties.

Suddenly she coughed.  Joey looked up to see her looking him right in 
the eye.  He blushed.  She smiled.

"Excuse me.  I have to go to the bathroom."

"Sure."

As soon as she'd gone, Jackie slid over closer to him and pulled his 
head around.  They kissed.

"Did you see her?" she asked in between kisses.

"How could I help it?"

"You shouldn't have!" she said, pulling back.

"You pointed it out to me!"

"Well, I bet your mind was fully of nasty ideas."

"What makes you say that?"

She looked at the hard bulge in his shorts.  She grabbed the hard rod 
and helped free it from the leg of Joey's pants.  She then stroked its 
length with her fingertips.  He moaned.  She squeezed.

"A woman's intuition."

"Huh?"

"That's how I knew."

"Knew what?"

"Just kiss me, silly."

They kissed, and he put his arm around her, rubbing her back with his 
hand while he teased the tip of her tongue with his.  He could hear her 
moan.  She suddenly stopped and sat up.

"What were you thinking?"  She put her hand into his shorts and took his 
cock in it, clasping it tightly in her fingers.

"When?" he gasped.

"You know when.  When you were looking at her pussy."

"Nothing.  I was just looking."

"No fantasies?"

"Not really.  The sight alone was so . . ."

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, I want to know how you feel, what it's like for you, what turns 
you on.  We could have some fine times in the next week or so."

"Week or so?"

"Yeah.  After that I have to go to Europe.  We're leaving the evening 
after graduation."

"So you won't be going to the prom with me?"

She squeezed him hard.

"Guess not.  But I'll be back."

"By then I'll be away at college."

"Let's not think about that.  Tell me what turned you on so much.  I saw 
the way it grew when you first looked at her."

"She has beautiful legs, for one thing.  They're long and slender and 
tanned.  Don't you think she has good legs?"

"I didn't think you had noticed."

"I didn't until tonight.  Tonight she's . . .  "

" . . .very sexy."

"Exactly.  It just turned me on the way she seemed to be sitting there 
with no idea we were looking at her.  It seemed forbidden, wicked.  You 
know?"

"Yeah."  They kissed.  He began teasing her breasts through her flimsy 
sun dress.  She alternately squeezed and loosened her grip on his cock, 
a slow undulation that had him aching but nowhere near orgasm.  They 
heard a cough and turned.  Terri was coming out of the bathroom.  Joey 
felt Jackie give his prick one last hard squeeze before releasing it and 
composing herself.

Terri walked past them to the love seat and stretched out.  They watched 
TV for a minute, but soon Joey was watching Terri again.  She was 
sitting back on the love seat, both legs stretched along its length, 
absent-mindedly playing with her hair while watching TV, her hands 
stretched above her head.  Joey noticed the way it pushed her breasts 
against the thin fabric of her blue pullover.  The tiny garment only 
covered her breasts and upper belly, leaving her belly button bare, but 
it was clear as she leaned back that she was not wearing a bra.  Joey 
couldn't remember whether she'd been wearing one before, but he was 
certain she wasn't wearing one now.  He could see how the nipples pushed 
against the fabric, how full and firm her breasts looked beneath the 
cotton.  He looked away at the TV, trying to make himself watch it 
steadily until the next commercial.  He didn't make it.

Jackie pressed against him with her thigh.  He looked again at Terri and 
noticed that her legs were parted just enough that he could see her 
upper thighs.  He should have been able to see the pale blue of her 
panties, even in the shadow of her skirt, but he could see nothing, only 
black.  He watched as furtively as he could, pretending to concentrate 
on Napoleon Solo's current plight on TV, but his eyes drifted back to 
Terri.  She let her hand slip from her hair to her thigh, scratching it 
lightly.  She then ran her hand up the top of her thigh, scratching 
absent-mindedly ever higher on her leg, slowly pulling up her dress.  
She continued until he was sure of what he'd only suspected at first: 
she'd removed her panties.  That is, he thought he was sure.  How else 
could it still appear so dark?

"Joey!"

Joey jumped and looked up to see Terri staring him straight in his hot 
red face.

"Yes?"

"Wouldn't you and Jackie like to make out a little."

He blushed furiously.  He knew she was responding to his having stared 
so long and longingly at her legs, having tried so hard to see if she 
were wearing panties.

He said nothing.

"Don't mind me.  I like to watch . . . "

"Watch?"

"Yeah, and not TV."

"Oh, I don't know."  Joey looked at Jackie.  She was smiling.  Could she 
have been in on something he didn't know about?

"I thought you said he did some rude things with you last week, Jackie.  
Sounded hot to me."

"I was melting, Terri."

"He doesn't seem so hot now.  He seems a little scared."

"I doubt he's scared."

"I'm just not used to having an audience," he said, his voice cracking, 
making him blush furiously.

"Believe me, he was hot."

"Did he tongue you?" Terri asked, rubbing both her hands along her inner 
thighs.  Her skirt was barely, teasingly, covering her pussy.

"I told you what he did."

"But I don't remember."

"He just turned me on like you wouldn't believe."

"How?"

"I don't know.  I guess it was . . .  his kisses, his hands, his 
fingers, his . . .  "

"Yes?  His?"  Terri was leaning backward.  The thick triangle of black 
hair was clear to see now, her white thighs almost gleaming in the light 
of the TV.

"What was she about to say, Joey?"  Terri asked.  "Your hands, your 
fingers, your what?"  She was smiling, almost laughing, at the 
embarrassment of her best friend's boyfriend.

"You know," Jackie said.

"I do?"

"I think so," Jackie said as she began stroking Joey's thigh lightly 
with the tips of her fingers, up and down, higher and higher, until she 
ran it slowly along the hard length of his cock, which was pointing 
straight at his belly button and easy to make out in his well-worn 
shorts.

"His cock?"

"Exactly.  His cock.  His prick.  His dick.  You name it."

"His 'ding-dong'?."

"It rang my bell."

The girls laughed.

"What does it look like?  I've never seen one, you know."

"Really?  It's beautiful.  But it's especially nice to touch."

"I don't think I could ever do THAT!"  She giggled.  "But I would like 
to see it some time."

"How about now?"

"I don't know.  What would he say?"  She looked Joey straight in the 
eyes, her hands slowly moving up her thighs and converging at her pussy. 
 
His eyes followed her fingers.  "Would you show it to me now, Joey?"

"I don't know, I . . . "

"Let me get it prepared, Terri."

"What do you mean?"  Joey asked, but he was answered by seeing Jackie 
stand.

"I'm in the mood to do a little dance.  What do you say we turn off the 
TV, put on the stereo.  Some slow songs."

Terri had just the thing and put it on.  Jackie invited Joey up, so he 
joined her.  She was wearing a summer dress and sandals with two-inch 
heels.  She'd put on some sexy underwear (French cut panties and the 
flimsiest of bras -- she'd crossed her fingers in hopes that her mother 
wouldn't notice them missing).  Joey was wearing loose shorts, a T-
shirt.  He stepped out of his sandals and stood barefoot to take Jackie 
into his arms.  They danced as before, staring one another in the eye, 
the lengths of their bodies lightly touching.  Joey tried to pull her a 
little closer, but she resisted, so he kept the contact easy, but he let 
his hands wander down her back.  He feared she might protest, but she 
just smiled.  He grew bolder and took the cheeks of her ass into his 
hands, lightly massaging it as they danced.

At all times, they kept eye contact.  She could feel the hardness of his 
penis pressing against her belly, and she gently moved against it, 
causing him to catch his breath.  She kept the contact delicate and 
constant, a steady stream of belly massages against the tingling length 
of his cock.  Thus it seemed she was dancing chastely while she was 
actually rousing his lust even further.

As they danced, they heard a moan and looked over to see that Terri was 
watching them very carefully, her hand twitching at her pussy, her 
fingers glowing wet, her pink slit winking between her fingers.  They 
began watching her but performing for her at the same time.  Joey 
started massaging Jackie's breasts while she rubbed his cock through his 
cutoffs.  They kissed, closing their eyes, only to open them and find 
that Terri had lifted her top above her bust and was gently squeezing 
the nipple of her left breast.  Joey was surprised at how beautiful her 
breasts were, their nipples a dark red contrast to her very white skin.  
Her breasts were smaller than Jackie's, but their aureolae were larger, 
as big as silver dollars, punctuated with soft nipples standing proud.

Joey began pulling up Jackie's skirt, lifting it finally above her ass 
to expose the black lace panties, cut severely at the hips and back to 
reveal most of the buttocks.  He held it up as he danced with Jackie, 
pulling her forward so that Terri could see her bent over from behind.  
Jackie played along, waving her ass lewdly at her friend's face.

Joey paused for a moment, holding Jackie down while he looked at Terri.  
She looked him straight in the eye, all the while lazily stroking the 
swollen lips peeking between the hairs of her snatch.  She smiled at him 
and looked at Jackie as if to indicate she could see how sexy and 
beautiful Jackie was.  He smiled at her, sheepishly, and pulled Jackie 
to her feet, continuing to lift her dress over her head.

"No, don't remove the dress!" Terri cried.  "Just remove the panties.  
And her bra.  I'll bet her breasts would look very sexy beneath that sun 
dress.  You can almost see through it anyway."

Joey bent and removed the panties, slowly, taking advantage of it to 
look up at the blond hairs and pink lips of Jackie's vagina.  He then 
went behind her and pressed his hard penis against the soft, yielding 
flesh of her ass -- it felt so delicious sliding naked beneath her 
dress.  He began stroking her breasts.  After feeling how hard the tips 
of her nipples were, he undid the buttons in the back of the dress, 
slipped it down over her shoulders, and undid the bra.  Before she could 
get out of it, however, he reached around her and began stroking the 
naked flesh of her breasts, enjoying the sexy feel of her nipples 
against the palms of his hands.  After a minute or so of this, he helped 
her ease the dress over her shoulders, then helped her out of her bra.

In a sudden inspiration, he held her arms behind her back and turned her 
so that Terri could see her naked breasts above her fallen dress, which 
was caught on her hands.

"Joey!" she yelped, surprised and embarrassed.  She couldn't lift her 
arms to cover herself, and she looked deliciously exposed and sexy.  He 
nipples jutted in two directions, the color a pink only a little darker 
than her flesh.  Her tan lines framed her breasts and made them seem 
even more naked.

"Very nice, Joey.  She's certainly exquisitely made.  How pert her 
nipples are, how the proud flesh makes them stand out.  And she seems 
almost shamed, even though she's looking me in the eye and licking her 
lips."

Joey turned her around and kissed her long and deep while feeling her 
breasts with his hands, pulling softly on her nipples.  Finally, he bent 
and began kissing them.  Jackie let her head fall back as she sighed 
with pleasure.  Terri increased the tempo of her fingers as she watched.

"Quickly, get her back into the dress.  I'm waiting to see you, you 
know.  I've seen women before."

Joey quickly complied, removing the bra, buttoning her up and turning 
her round so that her back faced him.  She rotated her ass against his 
cock, stroking it with the crack.  He kissed her neck, felt her breasts 
and finally felt her reaching behind herself to squeeze his cock.  He 
stepped to the right so Terri could see her doing this.  He pulled her 
dress up to reveal her nakedness, watching her body as he let it fall, 
repeating the process several times until both he and Terri were further 
heated by the sight of Jackie's perfect body.

"OK, Terri, Joey.  It's Show Time."

She fell to her knees in front of Joey, her dress flying up as she did, 
and looked up at him.  She smiled and licked her lips.  Then she pointed 
her ass at Terri, and laughing, pulled her dress up to expose her 
behind.  Terri could see the firm white flesh of her ass surrounding the 
soft moss covering her slit.  Terri could barely pull her eyes away from 
the sight, but she didn't want to miss the unveiling.  She watched 
Jackie reach up and begin pulling his zipper down.  His springy cock 
virtually burst from his jeans.  He was wearing no underwear.

"That explains that," Terri said.

"What?" Joey asked.

"I was wondering why I could see the outline of your cock so clearly.  
Now I know."

"Isn't it beautiful?" Jackie asked as she took it into her fist and 
began slowly stroking up and down.  "The head is purple.  Come look."

"I don't know."

"It won't bite.  Watch!"  She bent and kissed the swollen head of his 
prick.  She looked at Terri and winked before kissing it again and then 
letting it slide into her mouth.  She pulled back and licked all around 
it, excited at how rigid the flesh could become.

"Come look, Terri."

"OK, but I won't touch it."  Terri stood and stretched without pulling 
her shirt down.  He breasts were soon inches from Joey's face, and he 
couldn't help but think about her being naked under her short skirt.  
She leaned forward and soon was only inches from his cock.  She blew on 
the head, and Joey jumped.

"Ooh, it's so responsive!" she squealed.

"Watch this," Jackie said.  She licked its length, from bottom to top.  
Joey shivered, and as she kissed it, the head of his penis jerked 
forwards, sliding into Jackie's mouth for a second and then withdrawing.

"What power you have, Jackie."

"I didn't even know it until the other day."

"So has he tongued your slit?"

"Terri!"

"Well, has he?"

"I told you he hadn't."

"Then don't you think it's time he started?  I've heard it has a 
delightful effect."

"I don't know if he wants to."

"He wants to.  Why do you think his prick is kicking in your hand while 
we talk about it."

Joey pulled Jackie to her feet and kissed her, letting his hands linger 
in the curls of her pussy while she stroked his cock.  He led her to the 
couch, pushed her back on it, and spread her legs.  She first hid her 
face and then peeked to see Joey smiling up at her.

"It's so disgusting!" she said.

"Hush, Jackie.  Let him be the judge of that."

"You don't have to do this, Joey, not if you don't want to," Jacke said.

"I want to!  It looks delicious to me!"

 "It's been cooking in its own juices," Terri said.  Indeed it had.  
They were running down her thighs.  Joey could see the rare flesh 
between the garnish of blond, and he found its beauty compelling.  He 
bent forward and began running his tongue lightly over the length of her 
lips, pausing just at her clitoris.

"Sweet, but not cloying," he said, causing both girls to burst into 
unexpected laughter.  He stifled his own laughter and returned to 
licking Jackie's cunt.  Again he licked it up and down, very lightly.  
After he'd assured himself that she was completely moist, right to the 
hair of her bush, her began licking against her clitoris with the flat 
of his tongue.  Soon Jackie was moaning, her hips jerking.  He could see 
Terri sitting on the couch near Jackie, her skirt and blouse pulled up, 
the fingers of her right hand moving madly against the mound of her sex, 
the fingers of her left hand playing with her breasts.

When Joey felt Jackie's hips begin their slow undulation, he sucked her 
clitoris into his mouth and licked it repeatedly, gently, trying to find 
her rhythm.  When he found it, her hips began jerking even harder.  He 
took her ass into his hands to keep her from slipping away.  Then, as 
she lost herself in the screams and spasms of her orgasm, he looked 
Terri right in the eye.  She was looking at him, stroking herself 
furiously, the muscles in her thighs and belly jerking.  The two girls 
came together, screaming their pleasure, their bodies tightening and 
jumping wildly.  Joey continued licking tenderly as Jackie's orgasm died 
down, never licking too hard, keeping with her.  He wanted to make her 
come again, but Terri had other ideas.

"Have you ever seen him come?" she asked Jackie.

"No."

"Why don't you make him come now.  Please?  I want to watch.  I'm sure 
he wants to come.  He's burning with lust after watching us, aren't you 
Joey?"

In answer he stood and let the hard length of his cock brush against 
Terri's leg.  He knelt over her and let his cock brush against her left 
foot.  He took a step closer to her, looking her in the eye.  She stared 
as if hypnotized at his cock.  He came so close that she could have 
licked it had she felt the urge.

"He sure looks horny, Jackie."

He was.  His balls were aching.  He turned, and Jackie immediately took 
his cock into her hands.  He sat, and she alternately kissed and stroked 
it.  Terri masturbated, watching in fascination.  Joey felt his orgasm 
building, felt the familiar tingle course through the inner shaft of his 
penis, felt the building pressure in his balls.  He could see Jackie 
looking at his face, his eyes, and Terri looking at his cock.

But before he could come, they heard someone knocking at the door, 
calling Terri's name.

"Just a minute!" Terri answered.  "It's my parents!"

The girls picked up their underwear and dropped their clothing into 
place, but Joey had to run in aching disbelief with his shorts and 
sandals to the bathroom.


  
 
Chapter Five 
 
Just after Joey closed the bedroom door, he heard the voice of Terri's  
mother calling Terri for help getting her father to bed. 
 
"He's tanked again, Mom?" 
 
"Just help me get him into bed!" 
 
Joey could easily imagine that Terri's mother, Mrs. Claxton, would soon  
be coming into the bathroom, so he looked for a place to hide.  The  
linen closet offered too little room for him to enter and pull the door  
completely shut, so that wouldn't do.  The shower had built-in doors of  
opaque glass, so he couldn't very well hide there either. 
 
"Help me, darlin'," he heard Mrs. Claxton calling to her daughter.   
"I've got a burnin' need for the bathroom." 
 
He'd never fit behind the toilet. 
 
"The bathroom?  Uh, Mom, shouldn't we get Dad undressed first?" 
 
Should he crouch down in the bath tub? 
 
"Let him sleep in his suit.  Maybe it'll teach him a lesson.  Now get to  
bed.  Good-night." 
 
Too late.  He opted for the closet. 
 
"Good-night." 
 
Joey pulled the door to the closet nearly shut just in time to see  
Terri's mother enter the bathroom.  She'd only be able to see him if she  
looked at the door from just the right angle, but Joey felt vulnerable  
to being caught.  Still, he had a view of half the bathroom, including  
the sink and toilet, so he clearly saw Terri's mother as she hiked her  
skirt and sat.  When he heard the rush of her stream splashing into the  
bowl, his aching penis throbbed painfully, making him curious to get a  
better look at Mrs. Claxton. 
 
She was a brunette with brown eyes, and her shoulder-length hair had  
been given a permanent, causing it to be curly all over.  Joey thought  
it made her look beautiful as she leaned forward with her eyes closed,  
her full breasts pressing against her pink taffeta dress.  Joey was  
surprised at how good she looked.  She seemed a generation older than  
Alice, yet he found himself aroused as he watched her pee.  From what he  
could see she had a great figure, her body slim and sexy.   Too soon,  
she finished, wiped herself and returned to her place in front of the  
sink. 
 
She reached behind her and unclasped her dress.  She then zipped it  
about half way down, turning to unzip the rest of it from below.  It  
fell forward, revealing her ample breasts confined in a pink bra.  The  
dress dropped to her hips.  She stretched and turned half towards Joey.   
She was beautiful.  He could see her nipples through the translucent  
lace of the bra. 
 
She then eased the dress over her hips and let it drop to the floor,  
revealing pink panties of the same lace.  Joey could plainly see the  
thick black hair, the pouting lips of her pussy through the skimpy pink  
garment.  The whiteness of her legs above pink stockings made him want  
to touch her thighs, to feel for himself whether they were as soft as  
they looked.  She stepped out of the dress, folded it and bent over to  
place it into a hamper.  While bent over, she reached around behind her  
to unclasp her bra and let it drop into her hands.  It, too, she put  
into the hamper.  Joey watched all from behind her, mesmerized by the  
sight of her long legs, bare back and skimpy pink panties.  They were  
spread across her pussy, and he could see the vertical line of her  
labia.  She pulled out a nightgown and stood, extending her hands above  
her head and letting the gown fall down upon her body.  It was made of a  
black diaphanous material, and Joey could see Mrs. Claxton's long, lithe  
body through it.  She reached beneath it and pulled off her panties.   
She then slowly pulled down her left stocking, bending forward to remove  
it from her foot.  Joey could see her ass draped in lace as she bent  
forward, could see the dark hair and pink lips of her sex beneath the  
spread cheeks.  She repeated the procedure with the other stocking.  She  
then stood and turned.  Joey got a quick glimpse of her body completely  
naked beneath the nightgown before she flipped off the light and left  
the bathroom. 
 
Joey deliberately counted to one thousand in the dark of the linen  
closet, trying to get the image of Mrs. Claxton's body out of his mind.   
He realized with surprise that she had become sexier as she covered her  
body completely with the black transparent material.  Shouldn't she be  
sexier naked?  He tried to erase the memory, to let his erection  
subside.  His balls were throbbing with pain, as if he'd been kicked.   
He had to get some relief, and that meant he had to get out of this  
closet and then out of the house.  He quietly pushed the linen closet  
door forward and crept into the bathroom, half lit by the light coming  
through the open door from the bedroom.  He tip-toed towards the door. 
 
Suddenly he heard something.  He stopped and listened.  The sound was  
muffled, but it seemed to be some kind of movement.  Then he heard  
nothing.  He waited, breathing as quietly as he possibly could.  He  
sneaked forward to the door and stopped.  He could hear something  
moving, a regular movement, but he couldn't place it.  Then he heard a  
moan.  A woman's moan.  Then nothing.  Could she be moving and talking  
in her sleep? 
 
He got down on his knees and put his head out the door so he could see  
the room.  There was a dim lamp on by the bed.  In its light, Joey saw  
Mr. Claxton lying on his back, dressed in a suit.  Mrs. Claxton, lay  
perpendicular to his body and had his fly open, his penis out and in her  
mouth.  He could see her head bobbing, then pausing, the half-hard penis  
in her hand.  She licked it up and down, brushed it against her lips,  
took it into her mouth.  She pushed it against her cheeks.  She kissed  
it.  But Joey could see she was getting no real response.  The penis  
remained only half hard, and the man was completely asleep.  Joey  
couldn't imagine sleeping through such a performance.  He wished he  
could trade places with the man. 
 
Mrs. Claxton moved around to the foot of the bed and climbed on it to
attack the problem from a new angle.  This afforded Joey a view of her
backside, still draped in the black lace.  As he watched, he
determined  that she was fingering herself as she licked the penis.
Her hips were  moving in time to her hands.  The gown slowly worked
its way up her legs  until it fell forward onto her back, exposing her
utterly to Joey's  horny eyes.  Her legs were spread, and Joey could
see that Mrs. Claxton  had a beautiful wet pussy, lips parted to
reveal a thin line of pink  flesh.  He even imagined he could see her
clit, a slimy knob about the  size of a pencil's eraser, as her
fingers slid back and forth across it.   Her ass was delicately
undulating.   
Suddenly she stopped and crawled up onto the bed, straddling the man's  
body.  Joey watched as she reached his head.  She bent close to the  
man's face, but she spoke loudly. 
 
"I'm horny, Honey.  Do you care?  Or do you think we should let sleeping  
dogs lie?  If I did this to you, you'd call me a bitch, so I guess that  
makes you a dog.  Anyway, why should I waste my time trying to raise the  
dead?  Don't you agree, honey?"  There was no answer, of course.  "You  
can't even wake up for this," she said, evidently indicating something  
she was doing with her fingers as she bent forward.  Perhaps she was  
letting the man smell the muskiness of her fingers?  No matter, he  
didn't awaken. 
 
Joey knew she could return to the bathroom, so he scampered back to the  
linen closet. 
 
Just in time.  Suddenly his eyes hurt as the light of the bathroom was
turned on.  When his eyes got used to it, he saw Mrs. Claxton sitting
on  the toilet, her legs spread, her fingers sliding against the lips
of her  clitoris, her hips already jerking with the first twitching of
an  orgasm.  Joey's prick was aching, so slipped his shorts down and
grabbed  it.  He slowly began jerking himself off, captivated by the
sight of  Mrs. Claxton's fingers lightly tracing the slick wet furrow
in the midst  of her shiny black pubic hair, her head thrown back, her
left hand  casually pulling on her left nipple through the thin
material of her  gown.  He could feel his orgasm rising, so he tried
to aim it into his  shorts, but when he pulled at the elastic, he lost
his balance, the door  flew open, and he fell forward.  Now he stood
two feet from Mrs.  Claxton, his hand strongly squeezing his penis,
already quivering with  the arising of his orgasm, trying not shoot to
into Mrs. Claxton's face.   Mrs. Claxton seemed oblivious, though her
eyes were half-open and  focused right on the shiny purple head of his
prick.  Her hips were  jerking sharply now, and she couldn't,
wouldn't, stop herself.  Her  right hand moved ever more slowly
against her clitoris, but she was  obviously about to come.  Joey
heard her moan.  He tried to hold back,  but he could control himself
no better than she could.  She grunted and  her body went stiff as her
fingers moved and her hips jerked and she  moaned and groaned.  Her
body arched stiffly again and again.  It was  too much for Joey.
Suddenly a long stream of semen burst from his  penis, hitting Mrs.
Claxton in the side of her face.   
"Oh!" she sighed.  She opened her eyes and looked clearly at Joey's cock  
as it spewed forth a second load of gray matter, hitting Mrs. Claxton's  
right shoulder and breast.  She continued to stroke herself, moaning as  
she watched the penis squirt a third time. 
 
"Oh yes!  Oh yes!  I'm going to come again!" she whispered to him. 
 
Joey couldn't stop himself.  He stepped forward, still stroking himself,  
feeling another spasm coming.  He reached her face, she opened her  
mouth, the wet purple head of his prick slipped in.  He groaned as he  
sprayed her mouth with an intense discharge.  She sucked on him for a  
moment as she slowly quieted her fingers, licking and sucking him in  
time to her slowing strokes.  She held his penis in her mouth and looked  
up at him.  He was still jerking in the last throws of his orgasm.   
Finally he finished and opened his eyes, looking straight into hers.   
She let his penis slowly slip from her mouth, kissing it as he stepped  
back. 
 
"What were you doing?" she asked.  "Were you watching me?" 
 
"No.  I mean, yes.  I mean, I didn't mean to be.  It's hard to explain." 
 
"How do you happen to be coming out of my linen closet at midnight?" She  
smiled, "Are you a spy?" 
 
"I wasn't spying on you, Mrs. Claxton, honest I wasn't.  I was just,  
that is, I had to use the bathroom and you came home and I was  
embarrassed and --" 
 
"My name is Ramona.  I know you weren't spying on me.  Joey?  Isn't that  
your name?"  She took some toilet paper and began daubing the semen from  
her face and gown and hair. 
 
"Yeah.  Joey Adler." 
 
"What were you doing tonight.  I want the truth." 
 
"Nothing.  Watching TV." 
 
"Don't try to fool me." 
 
"I'm not.  We were watching TV.  I had to go to the bathroom.  Then you  
came home, but I couldn't, that is, I was --" 
 
"-- too aroused to appear in front of me?" 
 
"Well . . . Jackie and I were kissing.  You know." 
 
"And kissing arouses you?"  Ramona stood and faced Joey.  They were  
within inches of one another, he with his penis half-hard and pressing  
against the lacy material covering her belly, she with a strange smile  
on her lips. 
 
"What do you think?  Of course it does." 
 
She pushed herself closer to him.  He could feel the pressure of her  
breasts against his chest, the pressure of life returning to his cock,  
inching it forward. 
 
"Is that all?" 
 
"All what?" 
 
"All it takes?" 
 
"For what?" 
 
"For you to get hard." 
 
He was hard now, the head of his penis caught against her.  She was a  
tall woman, tall enough that he could kiss her forehead without bending,  
and his penis pressed against her lower belly.  She wriggled her hips,  
letting the penis go free and stand straight up.  She stepped into him. 
 
"Is that really all you did with Jackie?  I mean, surely you'd lose your  
arousal if all you'd been doing was kissing." 
 
She reached down and took his penis into her hand. 
 
"Wouldn't you?" 
 
She began slowly stroking it as she looked him straight in the eye.   
Joey could see what he'd never noticed before when he had visited Terri,  
that she was a beautiful woman.  He loved her smile, thinking it a  
sardonic smile, even if he wasn't totally sure what the word meant. 
 
And though he didn't know it, the word was apt.  She was thirty-six
years old and felt confined by her life.  She'd always kept herself in
shape, and lately she'd been hornier than ever before in her life.
Her  husband was completely unreliable, and even when he did rise to
the  occasion, he was slurred by alcohol.  That's how she thought of
his  sexual prowess: slurred by alcohol.  Perhaps she was so horny now
because sex was something she couldn't have.  Perhaps it was because
she  could see her daughter reaching sexual maturity and becoming more
and  more curious.  She couldn't help but be reminded of her own first
forays  into foreplay in the back seat of a car.  She had often
fantasized about  being young again, or at least being with a young
man, someone with some  spunk in him, someone who found her sexy, who
got turned on by her body.   Someone who became aroused by kissing.
Whatever the cause, she had been  an inferno of late, dying to have
something hard and long and slow,  something just like what she was
hoping to have right then.  She came  closer, close enough to stroke
his nose with hers, still kneading his  cock, feeling the hard desire
in him, seeing it in his eyes.   
"Well?" she asked. 
 
"Well what?" he gasped, his lips brushing hers. 
 
"Is kissing all you and Jackie did?" 
 
"Yeah, sure." 
 
"Why don't I believe you?" 
 
"Why don't you?" 
 
"Because you just sprayed me with two gallons of come, you horny  
bastard."  She squeezed his penis, and he rutted against her without  
meaning to.  She kissed him.  He kissed her back and took her into his  
arms.  He pressed her to him, exploring her body with his hands, gently  
pinching at her nipples through her nighty, stroking her back, massaging  
her ass.  He pulled her gown up from behind and took her bottom into his  
hands. 
 
"Tell me, Joey.  I want to hear.  All the details." 
 
"But it's about your daughter." 
 
"I know," she said.  She kissed him, reaching down to tug on his balls  
as she did.  He fingered her bottom, got his hands wet in the juice  
leaking from her pussy, let his fingertips slide against the nub of her  
clitoris.  She sighed and kissed him with greater hunger. 
 
"So tell me," she said.  "Please?"  She dropped to her knees and put her  
face against his penis.  She looked into his eyes, and he was moved by  
the beauty and sensuality of the sight.  She licked the head of his  
penis and slipped it into her mouth.  She brushed the head against her  
lips and looked up at him. 
 
"Tell me all the details while I suck your cock, OK?" 
 
"What about you're husband?" 
 
"He might as well be dead.  There's no way he'll wake up again." 
 
"I wouldn't feel safe, Mrs. --" 
 
"-- Ramona, OK?" 
 
"OK." 
 
"We could go down to the den.  Would that be far enough away?" 
 
She stood after giving his cock one last lick and a kiss on the head.   
He followed her past the sleeping form of her husband -- he was snoring  
loudly now -- to the top of the stairs, down them, through the living  
room and into the den.  There she sat him onto the couch.  She knelt in  
front of him and helped him remove his shorts.  She took his penis into  
her mouth.  It had remained hard the whole time, thanks to the sight of  
her naked hips swaying before him through the sheer lace of the nighty.   
He was aching and hard now.  She kissed it, licked it, rubbed it against  
her lips and across her face and watched him. 
 
"Now tell me."  She began to suck him, her head slowly bobbing up and  
down between his legs.  He wanted to begin, but he saw something that  
almost made his penis spurt into Ramona's mouth: Terri had followed  
them.  She was behind her mother and looking Joey right in the eye.  She  
was wearing a baby doll chemise and matching panties, a real child's  
outfit that barely fit her.  Her breasts spilled out of the bottom of  
the chemise, giving Joey occasional glimpses of her nipples.  Her  
panties were nothing, a teasing strip of fabric dividing the black hair  
of her damp bush.  She sat down on a sofa in front of an ottoman and  
watched her mother suck Joey's cock.  She could see her mother's bush  
and slit, her mother's wet fingers dancing on the proud pink cleft.  She  
pulled aside the fabric of her own panties and began fingering herself.   
When Joey mouthed a question -- "What are you doing here?" -- she waved  
at him to continue.  She herself continued, slipping off her panties and  
letting them fall down around one of her ankles and slicking her finger  
with her pussy for the moment and then running it along the length of  
her gash to her clitoris, lifting her left hand to her breasts and  
palming them gently, stopping to pinch each nipple.  She was the echo of  
her mother, Joey thought, frigging herself in exactly the same way.  It  
made her look sexier to Joey somehow, the image of Mrs. Claxton  
masturbating still in his mind. 
 
Ramona stopped and looked into Joey's eyes.  He kept his on hers so she  
wouldn't guess they weren't alone.  She kissed his penis. 
 
"Tell me.  All the details." 
 
"Well, Jackie was wearing a thin summer dress.  We were sitting on the  
sofa." 
 
"Where was Terri." 
 
"Terri?" 
 
Ramona lightly bit on his penis. 
 
"Ouch!" 
 
"Sorry.  Where was Terri sitting?" 
 
"Oh, on the love seat." 
 
"So she could see you?" 
 
"Yeah." 
 
"Did she?" 
 
"Yeah, of course." 
 
"And what did she see?" 
 
"Well, we were watching TV at first.  Then Terri went to the bathroom,  
so Jackie and I kissed each other.  I was terrifically aroused."  The  
memory of Terri showing him her pussy while they watched TV still burned  
in his memory, blending with the image he knew he would see if he lifted  
his eyes. 
 
"Why were you so aroused?" Ramona asked, taking him in her mouth.  When  
he began explaining, she began languidly forcing him all the way into  
the back of her throat, causing him almost unbearable pleasure.  He  
couldn't help watching Terri, who was looking him right in the eyes, as  
he related the events of the night. 
 
"I'd been seeing something.  I don't know if I should tell you, but --"  
Terri nodded her head to Joey to let him know he could tell it "-- well,  
Terri had removed her panties, and the way she was sitting, I could see  
her, you know --" 
 
"-- Her pussy?" 
 
"Yeah, her pussy.  And it was incredibly arousing." 
 
"Describe it," she said, taking him from her mouth only long enough to  
say it, not even looking up. 
 
"Well, to begin with, she's always seemed like a bit of a snob to me.   
I'm just trying to be honest Mrs. Claxton --" she paused an instant "--  
I mean, Ramona, you know, an intellectual snob who thinks she's better  
than everybody else.  So I'd never really looked at her in that way, you  
know, like you look at a pretty girl.  Anyway, I noticed what long legs  
she has for the first time, very nice legs, like yours.  Of course they  
would be like yours; she's your daughter.  Anyway, the way her legs  
looked as she slowly spread them, the way the hair of her sex was so  
black, the way I could barely see it at first, then the way I could see  
it clearly as she put her left leg up on the love seat.  I could see the  
lips peeking through the fur, and it looked so sexy I could hardly stand  
it.  My penis was aching. 
 
"So when she went to the bathroom, Jackie wanted to know why I was so  
hard.  I reached under her dress and pushed aside her panties and found  
her gushing so I asked her why she was so wet.  She told me I make her  
wet, but I think the sexiness of the moment made her horny, too." 
 
"Terri's a little minx, then?" Ramona asked, pausing to stroke him  
slowly and look into his eyes.  He smiled.  She took him back into her  
mouth.  His eyes rose to see Terri sitting in the position she had used  
while watching TV.  She was raising her arms above her head, stretching,  
exposing her swollen nipples, her left leg up on the chair, her right  
leg extended, her pussy aimed right at Joey. 
 
"Yeah, I guess that's a good word for her.  A little minx." 
 
Terri stuck her tongue out at Joey. 
 
"Anyway, she came back and asked Jackie about our sex life, how far we  
had gone, that kind of thing.  Jackie started bragging about what  
happened one night when we parked, bragging about having seen my ding  
dong -- she called it a 'ding dong' -- and even saying she had kissed  
it.  Terri couldn't get enough of Jackie's talk," Joey and Terri were  
looking one another in the eye, "and she was masturbating the whole  
time, I mean slowly rubbing her fingers against her vagina.  It was  
incredibly sexy and arousing."  Mrs. Claxton squeezed him, letting him  
know he should go on.  "Then she asked if she could see us, so we began  
kissing."  Another squeeze prompted him.  "And touching one another  
through our clothes.  And then Terri wanted to see my peter for herself  
-- she called it my 'peter' -- so Jackie started bragging about how hard  
it felt right then and she stroked it through my shorts to make it so  
Terri could see its shape."  Frantic squeezes.  "So Jackie took it out,  
and Terri was fascinated.  But she wouldn't touch it.  All she wanted to  
do was look." 
 
Ramona took Joey's penis from her mouth and looked him in the eye. 
 
"Are you saying she seemed afraid of your penis?" 
 
"Yeah.  She was emphatic about it." 
 
"I've been worried about her," Ramona said, unconsciously frigging Joey  
as she talked.  "She's never had a boyfriend that I know of.  Until  
tonight, I was worried that she didn't have any interest in sex at all." 
 
"I think she's pretty interested in sex," Joey said, throwing his head  
back, with a moan as Ramona took him back into her mouth for a moment.   
He looked at Terri and smiled.  She smiled back.  "I think she's utterly  
fascinated by it, in fact." 
 
"But do you think she likes boys?  I mean, do you think she's going to  
be a lesbian?  Not that I'd disapprove, mind you."  She took Joey into  
her mouth for a moment.  Joey looked to Terri, whose eyes dropped from  
his to her lap.  "I mean, I'm sure anything would be an improvement over  
her father."  Again she took him into her mouth.  Again he looked Terri  
in the eye and smiled.  She smiled back. 
 
"I doubt if she's made up her mind."  Ramona squeezed his penis again,  
so Joey continued explaining the events of the night, right up to the  
dual orgasms of the girls.  Terri came as he did so, an exquisite silent  
arching of her body, almost causing Joey to spurt himself, though Ramona  
wasn't about to allow that.  When she'd finished her orgasm, Terri  
slipped away.  Joey watched her lovely form retreat through the living  
room. 
 
Ramona, meanwhile, stood and lifted her night gown to her waist, baring  
her pussy and leaning forward.  Joey tilted his head up and let the flat  
of his tongue lap at the lips of her cunt for several moments before he  
sucked her clitoris into his mouth.  She took his head into her hands  
and suddenly began coming, humping herself against his mouth, her body  
arched, her knees against the couch.  It was the quickest orgasm Joey  
had ever witnessed.  Soon she was pushing him away. 
 
"Fuck me, Joey," she whispered, lying on her back, her legs spread.   
"Please slip that hard cock into me." 
 
Joey let the head of his penis trace the long line from her taint to her  
clit, wetting itself in the mixture of her juices and his saliva. 
 
"Please put it in me.  Please!" 
 
He toyed with her, slipping in a bit of the head and then tracing the  
wetness of her cunt and ass, then slipping in a bit more, then rubbing  
the head of his penis against her clit, causing a sexy undulation of her  
hips. 
 
"Please, Joey, fuck me.  Please stick it all the way in and fuck me  
hard.  Please!" 
 
But still Joey played, noting the increasing urgency in the heaving of  
her hips as he rubbed the head of his penis against her clit, waiting by  
instinct at the last moment, slipping a bit of his cock in, teasing  
again, slipping another bit in, teasing and touching and rubbing,  
placing his body so that only his penis made any contact with her,  
pushing her towards orgasm, timing the jerking of her hips until finally  
he plunged himself into her to the balls, causing her to come with a  
scream that would have awakened anyone but her husband. 
 
"Ooh, God, yes, thank you, thank you, thank you.  Oh yes, fuck me,
Joey,  fuck me."  Her head was back, her legs wide.  Joey fucked her
slowly,  holding himself over her on his arms, looking down at the
glorious  abandon on her face as she indulged herself in the feelings
of her body.   He measured the length of his penis against her cunt
slowly from  different angles, over and over again, and he could see
that she  couldn't get enough.   
Suddenly he realized he was not alone with Mrs. Claxton.  Terri was  
sitting on the floor in the doorway just a few feet away, now wearing  
only a thin white T-shirt and pale blue knee socks, her exquisite long  
legs spread, her wet fingers twitching at her lovely slit, a look of the  
same abandon on her face that Joey had just seen on Ramona. 
 
He was jolted by the sensuality of the sight. 
 
"I'm going to come," he announced, not sure what Ramona would want or
allow.  He also remembered that Terri had said she wanted to "see it
spurt," so he decided that unless Ramona held him in, he would pull
out.   He fucked her a short while longer, then pulled himself out,
sat up,  made certain that Terri could have a good view.  The first
stream  splattered Ramona from her face to her belly, the second her
face and by  the third, Ramona had risen and taken him into her mouth.
She drained  him and licked him clean.  Terri watched to the last
minute, first  fascinated by the penis, then looking Joey in the eyes
and licking her  lips.  When Ramona removed Joey's penis from his
mouth, Terri  disappeared.   
"Oh Joey!" Ramona said as they cuddled together on the couch.  "That was  
delicious." 
 
"Mmm," Joey replied.  He was drifting. 
 
"But you'll have to go now." 
 
"I know, but I'm in ecstasy." 
 
She kissed him. 
 
"So am I, Sweets."  She kissed him deeply, then pulled him up to take  
his penis into her mouth again.  It became hard before she'd sucked it a  
minute. 
 
"Oh God, this is so good," she said.  "Can I see you again?" 
 
"I don't know.  It doesn't seem right." 
 
"Then let's be wrong." 
 
He got up and began dressing. 
 
"Look at me," she cried. 
 
He had his shorts on already, and he was looking down at her.  Her gown  
was bunched at her waist, and she was naked below.  Her face was still  
splattered with his spunk.  She was idly fingering herself, a powerful  
look of sensuality on her face.  She gathered his semen into her hands. 
 
"Call me," she said as she licked her fingers clean.  "I need another  
taste of you." 
 
Joey walked home slowly, his cock aching with the afterglow of wonderful  
sex, his head wondering what he should do about it. 
 
Joey's father had earlier agreed -- finally -- that Joey could begin  
sleeping every night in his tree house, knowing his son would be coming  
in late during the final week of classes.  Joey was happy to receive his  
father's consent to do as he'd been begging to do every summer for the  
past three years.  He viewed it rightly as a tacit admission that he was  
grown up enough to keep his own hours.  His father was tired of waiting  
up anyway, so it was best for all. 
 
He returned from the Claxtons late, nearly 2:00 AM, so he didn't expect  
to find any lights on in the neighboring house, but he checked anyway.   
After all, it was a Friday night, and she was as likely as he to be out  
late.  Alice's place was dark, however, which he considered just as well  
since he was so tired.  He rolled himself into his sleeping bag and was  
asleep before he could count to ten. 
 
He was awakened in what seemed like a moment.  What awoke him was a  
sound to which he'd already trained his ears to be carefully attuned:  
the scrape of the pool brush against the side of the pool.  It had been  
going on for some time, leading him to dream about his neighbor.  In his  
dream she was wearing a translucent white teddy through which he could  
clearly see her beautiful breasts, her dark auburn bush, the exact shape  
of her ass.  He could see her bending forward to run the broom across  
the bottom of the pool.  He focused his attention on the lips of her  
pussy which he could clearly see beneath her ass as she bent forward.   
As he did, the dream changed, and he suddenly found himself licking the  
lips of her pussy in time to the scraping of the broom.  As he leaned  
forward to get closer, he awoke with a raging hard-on.  It took him a  
minute to orient himself.  He was in his tree house, and the dream was  
nearly true.  He could still hear the gentle scraping of the broom. 
 
Taking his position at the tiny window, he saw who was doing the work,  
shocked to spot a man in a flat top haircut wearing Alice's sheer black  
baby doll and panty set doing the work.  What could this be?  He found  
his heart pounding.  He felt uneasy.  He felt nervous.  He was downright  
upset.  How could Alice have got herself another man?  What else could  
explain the bizarre scene? 
 
Suddenly he felt himself blush, felt the nerves in his belly clutch, as  
he remembered what he'd said to Alice about getting herself a man her  
own age.  He looked again and could see that the man was somewhat older  
than he, maybe as old as thirty-five.  He was in good shape, his muscles  
bulging beneath the nighty as he worked.  Joey looked a bit more closely  
and saw that the man had a full hard on, his cock sticking rudely above  
the transparent fabric of the skimpy panties.  He felt himself becoming  
angry.  How could she do this?  And worse, why had he opened his big  
mouth and told her to do it? 
 
Then he remembered the night before, especially the sight of Mrs.  
Claxton masturbating as he fell out of the linen closet, the arch of her  
long lean body, the wet nakedness of her pussy, the squishing of her  
fingers across her clit, her hungry predatory gaze, the look of sweet  
surrender on her face as she opened her lips to let his shooting prick  
slip in.  He could remember the look of ecstasy on her face as she  
sucked him, the glow in her eyes when she occasionally looked him  
straight in the eye.  There was nothing for him to say. 
 
Even so, he could not make himself accept what he was watching, and  
though it hurt, he could not make himself look away.  He trained his  
binoculars on the man again.  The man barely fit the skimpy outfit.  He  
turned, the breeze lifting his top, and Joey could see the upper half of  
his prick exposed above the garment.  Joey blushed and looked away.   
When he did, he saw the cause of the man's turgid condition:  Alice. 
 
Somehow Joey hadn't noticed her at first.  Perhaps she'd been standing  
so still?  Perhaps he hadn't fully awakened yet.  Now he couldn't take  
his eyes off her.  She was bent forward over the picnic table near the  
house.  She was wearing a man's T-shirt, a white mini-skirt so short it  
failed to reach the tops of her black thigh high stockings and a pair of  
black pumps with short white lace socks.  As Joey watched, he could see  
she was moving, albeit very slowly, rotating her ass, aiming it at her  
guest.  She placed her hands on her fanny and began scratching, as if  
absent-mindedly.  Joey noticed her skirt rising until it showed the  
white tan line of her ass.  She paused for three long seconds, moving  
her hips in a sexy circle, then continued, pulling the thin fabric up to  
reveal that she wore no panties.  She arched her back and leaned  
forward, jutting her rear in the air and waving it at the man, actually  
flashing herself at him and slowly undulating, idly rotating her ass to  
show him her cunt from every angle.  Joey wondered how the man could  
resist taking her.  Surely she was ready? 
 
Joey trained his glasses on her ass and then the slit.  Now he could see  
the middle finger of her right hand circling her clitoris.  God, she was  
asking for it, but the man did nothing.  At the thought of the man, Joey  
noticed that the scraping of the pool had come to a stop. 
 
He removed the binoculars and saw Alice turn to the man, dropping her  
skirt to say something.  He couldn't hear what she said, but he could  
tell she was being curt with the man, who immediately resumed cleaning  
the pool.  With that, she turned back to her paper, pulled up her dress,  
bent again, and, arching her back, slowly wagged her hind end at him  
again.  Joey couldn't believe his eyes.  She was so damned sexy, in  
heat, a cat with her tail in the air, crying for any prick in ear shot  
to take her.  What could be going on? 
 
 
 
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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Six

What was going on was that Alice was getting her revenge on an arrogant 
man, the math teacher at her high school.  She'd long had an adversarial 
relationship with him.  He was a chauvinist and proud of it, advisor to 
the chess and math clubs, and a bigot for science who liked to bait her 
with questions about how you could pin down any worthwhile truth with a 
novel.  She had sometimes let herself be dragged into battle with him, 
which she always won (so she thought, anyway), pointing out for instance 
that a novel stands forever as written while a science book goes out of 
date in a year or two.  Which source of knowledge was more lasting?  
Then she'd hate herself for stooping to his level.

Even after she'd won, as far as she could tell, he would not admit 
defeat.  In fact, he thought it was he who gave her the last word by his 
alleging that history had proved -- "irrefutably!" -- that females were 
inferior to males.

"If that weren't the case," he would contend, as if he were head of the 
debate club as well, "why did males dominate everything?"  He noted that 
females had "complete control over all children during early childhood, 
the most impressionable period of life.  If females as a gender had any 
sense, wouldn't they teach their children something other than to let 
males have preeminence in everything that counted?"  Worst of all, he 
preached the same line of thinking to the impressionable young men who 
flocked to the math and chess clubs.

She couldn't deny that he was a handsome ass.  He wore his hair in a 
flat top and made a point of keeping himself in shape.  He was a sharp 
intellect, which she'd always found attractive.  But he'd always 
attacked her and her discipline and her gender from day one, and she 
found him irritating more than anything else.  Eventually it came to a 
climax, so to speak.  He'd been teaching for ten years, so he knew the 
ropes around the school, and with enough rope, he managed to hang 
himself, at least as far as Alice was concerned.

Knowing the ropes meant knowing every crack and crevice in every one of 
the faculty offices.  He had the office next door to hers, so the 
partition that served as a wall was all that separated them.  Almost as 
soon as Alice was hired, he'd noticed and enhanced a thin crack in the 
hinge of the partition, just enough, using what he knew of optics, to 
open a line of sight on her chair and desk at about the level of her 
waist.  At first he just watched to see her.  She was the most beautiful 
woman he'd ever seen "live and in person," and he was too tongue-tied 
with her to say anything real.  Instead, he just jousted with her.  But 
he secretly had a huge crush on her, which he interpreted as mere sexual 
attraction.  He'd never been so attracted to anyone this way, and he 
didn't know what to do about it.  So he didn't start out meaning to do 
anything wrong.  How could he have imagined where it would lead?

For Alice, the situation was different.  He was just an arrogant asshole 
who'd been peeping on her at work.  Granted, she'd given him something 
to peep at, but she still had a right to her privacy in her office 
during her lunch hour.  Not long after she began having Joey baby-sit 
for her, she found her imagination going wild.  She couldn't stop 
thinking about his body, the way he was hard while he slept, the way he 
looked at her when she awakened him.  She thought about it so much that 
she had to have some relief.

Thus, she'd gotten into the habit of masturbating in her office during 
her lunch hour.  (That and a fifteen minute nap revived her completely 
for her afternoon classes.)  She would remove her panties in the ladies 
room and then get comfortable in her chair.  She enjoyed all the sensual 
potential of the moment, realizing that part of what turned her one was 
the fact that she was at work, that just on the other side of the door 
were her colleagues and students, that she could be caught doing 
something so wicked.

She began by posing, imagining she were being photographed for Playboy 
magazine.  First she loosened her blouse, smiling at a poster of William 
Shakespeare on the partition as if it were the photographer.  Flash.  
Then she leaned forward and gripped her bra.  Flash.  Undid the clasp in 
front and let the bra fall forward, casually displaying her right breast 
to the nipple, left breast nearly as much.  Smile.  Flash.  She pulled 
her blouse completely open and stretched, yawning, fully exposing both 
her breasts.  Smile.  Flash.  She leaned forward again and straightened 
left her stocking.  Winked at the camera.  Flash.  Pulled up her skirt.  
Flash.  Showed the tops of her stockings.  Flash.  Spread her legs.  
Flash.  Leaned back, put one leg up on the desk, showed herself fully to 
the camera.  Smile.  Flash.  Touched herself.  Flash.  Wet her finger in 
her mouth.  Flash.  Touched herself.  Flash.  Stretched her legs wide in 
the air.  Flash.  There was something about exposing herself more than 
necessary that turned her on.  She blushed to think that someone might 
call her an exhibitionist.  But it was only since that night with Joey.  
Since then, the thought of showing herself made her ache with desire.

Little did she realize that she was making Mr. Arnold Masters, the math 
teacher, ache as well.  He was watching her through his crack in the 
partition.  He was panting with desire.  She was so damned hot, so 
beautiful.  He'd been watching every day, and he still couldn't believe 
his luck.  Of course he was masturbating, watching Alice and trying to 
time his orgasm to hers.  He'd been doing it for the past few weeks, 
just as long as Alice had been.  He'd actually given up watching her 
through the crack since it only frustrated him, but then he'd noticed 
Alice masturbating, largely because she was making much more noise than 
she realized as she neared her climax.  He couldn't resist finding the 
source of the moans.

Alice wasn't the only person making noise.  One day she heard a strange 
echo to her breathing.  At first she'd taken it for just that, an echo, 
but now and then it appeared to get out of synch.  Once she stopped 
breathing suddenly and clearly heard not only someone breathing but 
something thumping as well.  She reddened immediately and pulled her 
skirt down.  The thumping stopped, but the breathing grew more intense.  
Then she noticed a small crack beneath the bard's poster.  To confirm 
her suspicions, she got up and walked to her neighbor's office.  She 
knocked and waited.  He finally appeared.

"Did you hear something?"

"No," he said, as demure as a school girl.

"I thought I heard something thumping."

His sudden deep red blush told her everything she needed to know.  His 
stammering inability to say anything added further confirmation.  From 
there it was an easy matter to trap him.  First she reestablished her 
habit of masturbating, making sure that he was still joining in.  On 
Friday, she brought along two props -- a squirt gun filled with purple 
water color and a camera.  When lunch time came, she put the squirt gun 
right next to the crack and the camera near the door.  Then she started 
her best show ever.  She'd worn garter, black stockings, and a nearly 
transparent white teddy beneath her chaste looking white blouse and gray 
skirt.  She kicked off her loafers and put on a pair of bright red four-
inch heels.

She started the show by slowly posing as a chaste teacher.  Then she 
began raising her skirt.  First she allowed the voyeur to get a good 
look at her legs as she straightened and restraightened her stockings.  
Then she pulled her skirt up above the tops, where she carefully made 
sure they were well attached to the garter belt.  Then she pulled it all 
the way up to reveal the nearly transparent white cloth of the teddy.  
She was already wet, which made the material even less an obstacle to 
the eye.  She ran the middle fingers on her right hand along the notch 
of her sex, delighting in the smooth sexy feel of her lips, the fat 
slick lump of her clit.  She pulled at the teddy, pulling it away from 
her cunt as if to give it air.  She tugged it tighter, and one of the 
buttons gave way.  She let her fingers stray beneath it for a quick wet 
stroke.  Then she yanked it completely apart, lifting her leg and 
catching its heel on the seat, leaning into the chair, arching her back.  
She could feel the lips of her sex opening, and she couldn't help the 
slow undulation of her hips that started as she began fingering herself 
in earnest, driving herself towards an orgasm.  Actually, she only meant 
to drive herself towards a fake orgasm.  She began moaning, began 
clinching her thighs, noticed that she really was going to come.  She 
let it happen, letting herself make more noise than usual, but keeping 
herself ready through an enormous force of will.  She stopped herself 
suddenly, dropped her skirt, squirted a healthy stream of purple water 
color through the crack, grabbed her camera, and went next door.

She caught the math teacher just as he was going off, so she began 
clicking away, flashing for real, catching a shot of his startled face 
with its purple eyes and the nearly purple head of his penis, gripped 
tightly in his jerking hand.  Though Mr. Masters realized immediately 
what had happened at the first flash, he couldn't stop himself.  He was 
in the grip of one of the most intense orgasms of his life.  Alice was 
actually pleased at the performance, noting that the man had prepared by 
grabbing a tissue first, but noting also that he was overfilling it so 
that the sperm was dripping from his hand.  When he finally finished, he 
fell to his knees and began begging Alice not to turn him in.  She 
calmly rewound the film.

"This is the very first time I've ever done this, I swear.  I've just 
been so, that is, I mean, you must understand the effect you have on us.  
Men that is.  You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, any of us 
has ever seen, that is.  Could you have resisted?  Maybe you wouldn't 
watch me, I mean, you know, men are supposedly more visual and all that, 
but you might be tempted.  Maybe by a student?  Obviously something's 
turning you on.  Excuse me for saying that.  It was inappropriate.  The 
whole thing was . . . that is, I . . . uh, look, I'm sorry.  Please have 
mercy.  I just couldn't resist.  Please have pity on me."

Alice was stung by his reference to being tempted by a student.  Did he 
know she was fantasizing about her neighbor, Joey?  She gently removed 
the film from the canister and placed it into its small plastic case.

She looked down at the math teacher.  He'd been so arrogant before, so 
confident.  Now his juice was spilled, and he was completely submissive.  
Alice couldn't resist the temptation to take advantage of the situation.

"I'll give you these pictures under one condition."

"Name it," the desperate math teacher begged.

"For one day you shall be my slave."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you will do absolutely everything I say for one day, 
Saturday, from sunrise to sunset.  I have plenty of work I need to have 
done around my house, so you can show up at exactly sunrise.  Agreed?"

"You leave me no choice in the matter."

"Remember that.  And don't you dare be late."

She left him standing on his knees.

Again, she'd prepared well.  She left her child with her mother for the 
weekend.  Got the house cleaned.  Got herself groomed -- she wanted to 
be make him so hot he would be in pain.  Also, she wanted to make the 
punishment fit the crime, so she decided he'd be able to peep at her all 
day.  He'd be able to see everything, but he wouldn't be able to touch.  
At least, not unless and until she ordered it.

When he arrived, exactly as the sun broke across the eastern hills, she 
was waiting, wearing frilly lace robe over a black transparent baby doll 
and panty set.  On her feet, she wore a pair of high-heeled house 
slippers.  Before he could say anything, she greeted him with a friendly 
kiss to throw him off guard and led him through the house back to her 
bedroom.

She explained that she only wanted to give him a fair punishment for his 
crime.

"Crime?"

"Peeping.  You're a Peeping Tom.  A peeper.  So for your punishment, you 
will finish several regular household chores.  That's all."

She went on to explain that for this day he must acknowledge what had 
always been the truth, that she was his Superior.  Absolutely.  He was 
to address her with those exact words, as his Superior.

"Say them," she demanded.

He was confused.

"You don't understand, do you?  I just told you, I am your Superior.  Do 
you understand that?"  She untied her robe.

He nodded.

"Good.  Now address me appropriately."

"My Superior."

"You shall be Tommy.  Peeping Tommy.  Do you understand?"  She opened 
her robe and pulled it partially back, exposing her breasts through the 
sheer lingerie.  She saw his eyes go to her chest.

"Yes, My Superior," he said, suddenly thinking that this whole thing 
might not be punishing after all.  He was already becoming hard.

She continued detailing the rules.  He would do everything he was told 
to do.  He would not speak without being requested to speak.  He would 
not touch himself at all unless she instructed him to do so.  He would 
not touch her unless she asked him to touch her.  As long as he 
continued working, he could watch anything he liked.

She opened her robe completely and dropped it to the floor.  
Instinctively, he bent down to retrieve it.

"In the closet.  And remove your clothing."

"But."

"Are you going to obey the rules, or do I show the PTA the pictures?"

He had no answer.

"Now, Peeping Tommy would be wise to remove his clothing," she said, as 
if speaking to a baby.

He could see she was not joking.  After hanging up the robe, he began 
undressing, quickly at first, then stopping when he reached his 
underwear.

"I've already seen twelve pictures of it," she said.

Still, he hesitated, and she could see why.  He was strongly aroused, 
hard as a rock beneath the white cotton jockeys.  She could clearly see 
the outline of it, the lip around the head, the wet cotton spot near the 
tip.  She was surprised to notice how the sight of it aroused her.  She 
was intoxicated by the power she had over him.

"Move it!"  He pulled them off, standing before her with his penis 
waving in front of him.

"Now, undress me, but do not touch me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

He cautiously picked up the hem of her baby doll.  She put her hands 
above her head, and he pulled it up and off.  She left her hands in the 
air, flashing her breasts at him.  How weak he was!  She knew he'd do 
anything just for a chance to touch her breasts.

"Put it on the bed," she said, happy to see him jump to comply.  
Returning, he bent down and carefully touched the tiny strip of elastic 
that held her panties up.  He slipped his fingers beneath and got a 
grip, slowly easing them down.  She leaned forward and let her right 
nipple graze his head.  He continued removing the panties and stood, the 
head of his prick taut and purple with his arousal.  He picked up the 
baby doll and turned to her with a question in his eyes.

"Put it on."

His hands were actually shaking as he pulled the panties up.  His hard 
cock would not fit inside, but she told him it was all right, that he 
could expose himself if he couldn't keep his arousal under control.  She 
noted that she'd have expected more of a superior being.  She felt like 
laughing.  He was so serious.  She was finding how deliciously exciting 
it was to dominate a man, to tease him, to make his balls ache with the 
fullness of desire and then to refuse him any relief until and unless 
she decides he should have it.  Then to prescribe the method.

"Now you will bath me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior," he answered, his voice hoarse.

"Draw my bath.  Place those bath oil beads there in it.  I like the 
water hot."  She handed him a glove of terry cloth.  "You can wash me 
using this.  Do not attempt to touch my sex.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

The bath was delectable.  She had him thoroughly soap the cloth and then 
slowly wash her feet, work his way up her legs.  She stood for him to 
wash her thighs and ass.

"I want my anus clean, but do not touch my sex."

She could hardly stifle her urge to giggle.  He soaped her ass, grabbing 
it.  She knew what he was doing, but she didn't mind it.  She felt so 
good.  She bent forward to give him access to her anus, spreading her 
cheeks, knowing he had to be watching the moist lips of her dripping 
sex.  She rotated her bottom lewdly.  He let his the soapy cloth cover 
one of his fingers, and this he slipped along the crack of her ass, 
finally stopping to clean the rosebud, slowly circling the digit around 
its edge, not quite inserting it, cleaning it thoroughly.

She turned around and had him clean her belly button and her hands and 
her arms.  She put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest 
forwards.

"Clean these with your bare hands, if you don't mind."

"Yes, My Superior, yes!"

He soaped his hands and carefully squeezed and wiped and held and 
pinched at her breasts and her nipples.  She felt so vulnerable and so 
turned on.  He pinched at her teats but couldn't keep his grip with the 
slick soap covering them.  It felt so nice that her knees trembled, and 
she felt the tingle, the melting flow of her cunt as he pulled on her 
nipples.  She touched herself and closed her eyes.  She could make 
herself come so easily, but she stopped.

"Now I need a shampoo," she said, pushing his hands away.  She sat back 
down in the tub, had him wet her hair with the shower's flexible, hand-
held nozzle, and let him lather her scalp.  She made him continue 
massage her head, which she found surprisingly arousing, for a full half 
hour.  Finally, she rinsed herself off and stood.

"Dry me, please.  And do not attempt to touch my sex.  Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

He held out the towel, and she put one of her legs into it.  She lifted 
it high, knowing she'd be exposing herself more completely that way.  He 
dried it carefully up to the top of the thigh.  There he carefully 
finished her buttocks without touching her sex.  He repeated the process 
with the other leg.  She took the towel, spread it on the floor, stepped 
out of the tub onto it.  He got a second towel dried her arms and back 
and breasts.  She handed him a soft silken cloth, and put her hands 
behind her head.

"I think my breasts need something more.  Gently," she said.

He began and the sensation was divine.  She allowed him to take his 
time, let him stroke and pinch and pull on them through the sexy silk.  
Then she told him to dress her.

She first had him place the thin man's T-shirt over her head.  She knew 
her breasts were clearly visible through it, that their contour and 
swollen nipples could fondled by the casual glance.  She had cut it in 
half, so it didn't reach her belly button.  She sat down and had him put 
on her sexy house slippers.  She put one of her bare feet into his lap, 
brushing against his rubbery hard on.  He put on one of the slippers, 
all the while watching her moistening sex.  After he got the two-inch 
slippers on her, she pranced around, wearing nothing else but the 
slippers and the half shirt, bending down to look into drawers, reaching 
on tip toe for something in the closet, teasing him, even once bending 
over so that his silk covered penis brushed against her ass.  When it 
did, she jumped as if he'd stung her.

"I told you not to touch me!"

"I'm sorry, My Superior.  It was an accident."

"Be more careful."

Finally she decided to put on a tight white mini skirt over a pair of 
stockings and crotchless panties.  She had him begin by putting on her 
stockings.  She sat at her dressing table and gave him her left foot.  
He could barely keep from trembling as he pulled the nylon up her leg 
and pulled it snug against her upper thigh.  She purposely sat so that 
the lips of her sex were entirely visible to him as she put her right 
foot into his hand.  She leaned back and stretched her legs, as if 
yawning.  She could see his penis throbbing as she did so.  She felt so 
wicked, so sexy.  She reached out with her stocking covered foot and 
stroked his penis, giggling when he gasped.

When he'd finished the second stocking, she had him put on the panties, 
again warning him not to touch her sex.  This he managed by pulling the 
teasing tatter up by the hip straps.  She knew he was watching as she 
arranged it to show her pussy to best advantage.  She even arranged her 
glistening cunt lips so that they were slightly parted, pouting below 
her shiny pink clit.

She then had him put on a pair of short white lace socks.  She noticed 
that he loved handling her feet, so she made him straighten the socks 
several times.  She drew this out by fondling him without warning for an 
instant or two with one or both of her feet as he negotiated putting on 
the little socks.  She played as if she were being tickled, and this led 
to the "accidental" contact.  He was panting before she finally allowed 
him to slip on her three-inch, shiny black leather heels.

She then walked around a bit, as if deciding whether to buy the shoes.  
She used this device to keep her teasing as intense as possible.  He was 
certainly getting an eyeful.  She leaned up against her dresser and 
lifted her left leg so she could straighten her little lace sock 
herself.  This caused her crotchless panties to fall open, exposing her 
pussy to him again, making his penis bounce in his panties.  She noted 
that it jumped each time she was unexpectedly revealed to him, so she 
continued covering and then exhibiting herself to him, always as if by 
being a bit absent minded.

She finally had him put the mini skirt on her.  She still wasn't 
satisfied.  She had him remove her panties, replace them, and finally 
remove them for good as she attempted to make up her mind.

"I wouldn't want to ruin my panties.  I mean, I'm so wet for some 
reason.  Dry my thighs, please."  She handed the silk cloth, and he used 
it to stroke her thighs above the tops of her stockings.

"And my ass."  She pulled the mini-skirt up above it.

He ran his silk-covered hands over the fleshy pear halves of her 
derriere, even becoming bold enough to slide one gossamer finger along 
her crack.  She gasped and spread her legs.  Now she was completely 
exposed, vulnerable.  He slowly ran his hand up her thigh, headed again 
for her fleshy tail.  Suddenly she straightened up and told him to make 
her bed and clean the room while she put on her makeup.  He groaned, but 
she silenced him with a glance.

To put on her makeup, she stationed herself in her dressing room, in 
front of her mirror.  She could see him in the mirror, watching her.  
She pulled up her skirt just enough that could see her the bottoms of 
her ass cheeks but little more.  He worked, making the bed and 
collecting the laundry, but he watched her steadily.  She put on her 
lipstick, thick and red, put on more rouge than usual, made herself up 
as if she were a cheap whore, all the while leaning forward, letting the 
mini skirt slowly move up her ass, showing him more and more of her 
cunt.  She knew that the more she covered it and then showed it, the 
more he hurt and wished for relief.

She teased him this way all through the laundry, making him sit still 
with his hands at his sides while they waited for the wash cycle to 
finish.  She arranged his penis so that it pointed straight up, earning 
another muffled groan of ecstasy from her victim when she took it into 
her slender fingers.  She even gave it a teasing kiss, licking all the 
pre come from it, then sat across from him and did her nails, fingers 
and toes.  As she did her hands, she'd slowly let her skirt rise until 
he could see her bush, but she'd recover herself and pull it back down.  
Doing her toes, however, meant exposing her cunt to him for five minutes 
at a stretch.  He couldn't take his eyes off her, and the wash cycle 
seemed to finish in no time.  She knew he hated having to leave the show 
she was putting on for him when the wash cycle ended.  She still had one 
foot to go.

She put her foot into his hand, stretching her toes to touch, barely to 
touch, his boner.

"Would you like me to finish this foot after you've put the wash in to 
dry?"

"Oh, yes, My Superior."  By the time she was finished, so much pre-come 
had oozed from her victim's penis that the baby doll was in danger of 
being stained.

"I see you're destroying my lingerie."

He bent his head in shame.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Your loveliness inspires me, My Superior.  Just as true north pulls the 
compass home, so your pure beauty pulls the juice from my manhood.  My 
Superior."  He bowed to her.

"Your metaphor is imperfect."

"Yes, My Superior, but this tongue," he pointed at his penis, "speaks 
without error."  He pushed his hips forward, exposing the hard wet 
length of his tingling prick in its insubstantial covering.  She felt 
herself blush suddenly, but she covered it quickly with a giggle.

"Mind your manners, Peeping Tommy."  He bent his head.

She led him to the back yard, where she continued teasing him all 
morning as he trimmed the lawn, weeded the flower bed, scrubbed the 
asphalt around the pool (it hadn't been done in years).  She would hover 
about him all the while, asking how he was coming along, revealing 
herself to him repeatedly.  When it got very hot, she had him slowly 
pour a glass of water over her T-shirt, making it become transparent, 
making the nipples on her breasts stand out even more.  She occasionally 
brushed herself against his hard on, even grasped it with her hand to 
straighten it now and then, smiling when she heard him gasp.  She 
sometimes bent forward and pushed her ass against his prick, allowing 
him the instinctive rutting that began each time she thrust herself 
against him.  Then she was jumping away, covering herself, dropping her 
skirt, whatever.  She never imagined how arousing, how intoxicating, 
such power could be.  She'd been soaking wet with it all morning.  
Reading the paper had been a delectable exercise in flashing at him.  
She would flaunt herself until she heard him quit working to stare and 
then chastise him for being lazy.  It had stimulated her beyond anything 
she'd ever done before.

Now he was nearly finishing the final task, cleaning the pool.  Then she 
had a brainstorm.  First, she absent-mindedly pulled up her skirt.  Then 
she walked to the pool, bent over it right in front of him, as if 
inspecting something.  She knew he would stand still for her as she 
backed slowly into him.  She loved the feel of the hard shaft of his 
gauze covered penis against her naked rear.  It was so sexy that she 
just had to rut against it a bit.  He pushed back, as she knew he would, 
and she allowed it until he began to drive harder.  At that, she jumped 
headlong into the pool, pretending he'd shoved her.  There she flailed 
and called for help.  He instantly jumped in after her, pulling her from 
the deep end to the shallow end and then carrying her to the chaise 
lounge.

"Get me out of these clothes!" she shouted.  Her pulled off her mini-
skirt.  The T-shirt was now transparent, her nipples harder than ever.  
She lifted her hands above her head, and he pulled the T-shirt over it.  
Now he pulled at the stocking on her right leg with quivering hands, 
rolling it down her leg and pulling it off.  She spread her legs and 
suddenly noticed that her shoes were gone.

"My shoes!  They must be under the water.  Get them for me."

He jumped back into the water and dove several times before locating and 
retrieving the shoes.  This was great.  He would do absolutely anything 
for her.

She could only think of one thing that would make it better: if Joey 
were watching.  She wondered how she could find out.  She sat back on 
the chaise lounge, placing her feet just beneath her rear, clearly 
exposing, spreading, her furry cleft, making sure that Joey could see 
her clearly, assuming he were watching.  She rubbed herself for a while, 
training her eyes on the clump of pines across the pink brick wall, 
listening to the math teacher repeatedly jumping into the pool.

In the bright sunlight, the treehouse was just a dark portion in the 
mass of pine.  She could see nothing to tell her whether there even was 
a tree house there.  Then she saw something.  A glint of light.  There 
it was again.  She felt sure she knew what it was: the reflection of 
Joey's binoculars.  He must have them, to be watching her at all.  She 
felt a thrill.  So he was watching.  So she decided to give him a show.

First she stripped off the last stocking.  She got up and arranged a 
towel on the picnic table.  She knew Joey would be able to see her well 
from there, all of the left side of her body as she lay in the sun.  She 
finished covering it with towels and lay on her back in the sun.

"Tommy?  Oh, Peeping Tommy?  Come here."

"Yes, My Superior," Arnold said, rushing to her side with the shoes in 
his hand.

"Please remove your clothing.  It's bound be ruined if you continure 
wearing it now that it's wet."

He removed it and offered it to her.

"You keep it."

He smiled.  She noticed that his hard penis stood almost straight up, 
bearing a bit to the left, standing out of his hairy belly and hairier 
crotch.  His chest was also covered in hair, and he had a great tan.  He 
was obviously a lot vainer than she had imagined.  He had to have spent 
considerable time working on that tan and that chest.

"I need you to put some lotion on me."  She could have sworn he was 
drooling, he was so excited.

"Yes, My Superior."

He began with her feet, working his way up.  When he reached her thighs, 
he veered away from her crotch.  He covered her belly and arms and 
shoulders, avoiding her sex and her breasts.

"Don't forget my tits, Tommy."

He squirted a yellow line of lotion across them, linking the two erect 
nipples, and began rubbing it in, making certain it got well worked into 
her aureoles, squeezing them, even pinching.

"Stand above me, please."  She indicated the head of the table.  He took 
his place, his cock now just inches away from her face.

"Please put lotion on my sex."

"Oh, God."

"I didn't say you could speak."

"I'm sorry, My Superior."

"Now do it.  My cunt is itching," she said, looking up to see the shaft 
descend towards her face as he leaned forward.  "And be gentle."  He 
leaned further forward.  She licked the underside of his penis, then 
licked the head.  He could barely stifle his moans, and she could tell 
that he was close to spewing himself all over her.  He poured the hot 
coconut oil on her belly and her auburn pubic hair.  He then poured some 
on his hand, reached down with his middle finger, and let the slippery 
digit trace a path across her clitoris down to her cunt and inside.  She 
groaned her approval, and he began finger fucking her, slowly, gently, 
always coming all the way back to her clit.  She continued licking as he 
found her sweet spot with his slick fingers.  Her hips began to move, 
she felt a moan in her throat, she tongued him again and again, 
concentrating on the undershaft and then the head of his penis.  With no 
more warning than a loud grunt, he began shooting, covering the front of 
her body with the slick gray cream.  He reached for himself, hoping to 
have an actual orgasm rather than just an ejaculation, but she froze 
him.

"Don't you dare touch yourself."  He spurted again, weakly.  "Now rub 
your cream into my sex."  He was literally whimpering, but he'd only 
ejaculated without coming, which did nothing to relieve either his 
aching desire or his hard on.

"Did you hear me?  I said to rub your cum into me."

He did, first rubbing it into her chest and stomach, then into the rich 
musk wetness of her sex.  She moaned as he did so, began moving her 
hips, finally began coming, all the while licking the head of his penis, 
licking the last drops of come from it.  He was as hard as ever, 
tingling even.  She could feel him, the heat of his cock, could feel him 
rutting against her as she licked his length.  She rolled over.

"Now my back please."

Again he started at her feet and worked his way up, spending a lot of 
time and extra lotion on her white ass.  She made him do her ass twice 
and then told him to stand at the head of the table again.  By lifting 
her head, she could see the dripping swollen head of his cock pointing 
right at her.  He began massaging her back.  She imagined how it must 
look to Joey, the muscled man kneading her back, her legs spread and 
half pointed at him.  She wriggled her ass, as if to wave.  She could 
also imagine how sexy the man's throbbing penis looked as it kept 
bumping against her face.  She occasionally let it hit her lips and even 
let it into her mouth once.  She was relishing the tease.

"Make sure you put some more on my ass, please."

"Yes, My Superior," he said, leaning forward and squirting a puddle of 
the coconut oil straight onto her rosebud.  She lifted her head as he 
did so and let his cock play against her lips, licking it, rubbing her 
lips on it, licking her lips and again licking the rubbery knob as it 
pushed against her.  She felt deliciously wicked as she lapped at the 
slick smooth head and rubbed its gristly length all over her face.

Finally, she just had to taste his sperm, just had to take the show to 
its climax.  Arnold deserved it, she thought, and she wanted it to be 
good for him.  But she was doing it for herself as well -- she was on 
fire, very near another tingling melting explosion -- but most of all, 
she was performing for Joey.  She began letting the fat head slip 
through her lips, letting it slither out, letting him aim it again, then 
letting him slide it back in.  She put her hands beneath her and began 
fingering herself.  She took him in and sucked hard, not letting him 
out.  Soon, he was fucking her mouth as she lay open to him.  She could 
feel him building and raced to keep up.  Then she sucked as hard as she 
could, triggering his orgasm, swallowing again and again as he kept 
coming and kept her coming, sticking his oily finger right into her ass 
as she began to come.  She was in heaven, quaking with her climax as he 
fucked her mouth with his prick and her ass with his finger.  Finally 
she felt the waves of orgasm beginning to ebb, felt the man's cock begin 
to shrink.  She let it fall from her mouth.  His chest was heaving.   
They laughed together, long and fully.

She had him dry her and dress her again.  Both the t-shirt and the mini-
skirt had dried in the hot California sun.  She had him carry her to the 
chaise lounge, and once seated, her legs open, she fished something out 
of a canvas bag sitting on the small table next to the chaise.  She 
offered him the film.

"Do you really think I've been punished sufficiently?" he asked, a huge 
grin splitting his face.  She laughed and told him to call her some time 
when he's really been a bad boy and needs a spanking.  She kept the 
pictures.

And Joey had seen it all, had even come with her, spilling his spunk 
into her panties as she was quivering in the sun, sobbing into his elbow 
as he came and watched her sucking the stranger's hard prong.

The rest of the weekend passed slowly, and Joey spent most of the time 
sleeping.  He was incredibly tired.  Besides, Jackie's family was out of 
town, and he didn't see any sign of Alice again.  He hoped she was 
visiting her mother.

What had made him tell Alice to find a man her own age?

 
Chapter Seven

All of the seniors in Joey's high school were delighted by the light 
schedule of the final week of classes.  They weren't actually required to 
do much of anything other than get their checklists signed, practice for 
the graduation ceremony, and sign one another's yearbooks.  They wouldn't 
even have to attend the entire day on either Wednesday or Thursday, and 
Friday would be reserved only for the afternoon graduation.  Saturday 
night was the prom.

This meant that many parties were scheduled, with the kids taking 
advantage of what would be virtually the last chance they'd ever have to 
spend social time together.  They didn't realize how completely asunder 
they'd soon be thrown, that it would be only a high school reunion that 
would ever cause many of them ever to see one another again.  They 
believed they'd always be friends, always be in touch, always be young, 
slim in body and sharp in mind.  They couldn't foresee the ruin that 
would be brought upon many of them by alcohol, drugs, bad relationships, 
bad jobs, or bad luck, couldn't see the almost sadder ruin that would be 
brought to others of them by too-easy success and wealth.  In short, it 
was the perfect interlude in their lives, a time of experimentation and 
enjoyment and freedom from worry such as they would rarely, if ever, see 
again.

For Joey and Jackie, this meant even more.  She seemed to be intoxicated 
with the newly realized power she had over him.  Once she'd revealed that 
she was wearing no panties, for instance, a simple flash of her legs 
would make him hard as a rock.  She enjoyed finding a place to sit in 
math class or in the cafeteria or on the school lawn where she could bare 
herself to him without anyone else seeing.  And he wasn't complaining.  
Granted, he was a walking erection, with the aching balls to match, but 
he was also getting to touch her surreptitiously as they kissed, once 
even making so bold as to put his hand up her dress to confirm that she 
wore no panties (her wetness made him catch his breath, while his touches 
made her moan).  No, he wasn't complaining.  On the contrary, he wanted 
to find an opportunity to finish what he'd started, to "make it" with 
her, to get his revenge.  He hated to admit it to himself, but he wanted 
was not really fulfillment with Jackie -- though he longed for that as 
well -- but revenge on Alice, and doing as she'd demanded, making it with 
a girl his age, was just the ticket.

The problem was Terri, who seemed to follow them everywhere, showing up 
just when things were getting interesting.  When he finally got the nerve 
to touch the moist cleft between Jackie's legs, for instance, Terri 
showed up in time to hear Jackie moaning.

"What's going on here?" she asked, finding them in a corner locked in a 
kiss with Jackie pushed up against her locker, her skirt bunched against 
his forearm, his middle finger slowly polishing her sticky slit.

"Where did you come from?" Jackie answered, jumping away from Joey and 
pushing her skirt back into place.

"I was waiting for you."

Jackie turned to Joey and kissed him again, pushing herself against him 
enough to find his penis still hard.

"Joey's horny," she said.

"Can you blame him?  You've been flashing yourself at him all morning."

"He's not complaining."

"Is that so, Joey?"

He answered with a smile.

"Then let's go over to my place.  I know a very sexy game we can play.  
No one's home."

Joey had hoped to spend time alone with his girlfriend, but Jackie was 
enthusiastic in her response.  Besides, what sexy game did Terri have in 
mind?

"I love games, and Joey's alredy horny, so great.  What time?"

"Say, um, three o'clock?"

"I can't make it then," Jackie said.  "I have to attend a cheerleader 
meeting.  We're choosing next year's team."

"We'll wait," Terri said, giving Joey a look that warned him not to 
disagree with her.

"Just don't get started without me.  I don't want to catch you in her 
room, Joey Adler," Jackie said, her sarcasm thick.

"Then don't be late," he answered, kissing her.

Joey was not late.  The walk to the Claxton's was nothing more than a 
short walk up the hill on which the tract of houses was built.  
Punctuality was not the problem.  In fact, he got home in time to change 
into a pair of baggy shorts, a muscle T-shirt, and a pair of leather 
sandals.  He wore no underwear, excited by the prospect of Jackie's easy 
access to his penis, which was semi-hard at the thought.  He also knew 
that he could "accidentally" reveal himself to Terri while sitting with 
Jackie, and for some reason, that thought made him as hard as a rock.  He 
adjusted himself so that he wouldn't fall out of the left leg of his 
shorts as he rang the bell at Terri's house.

He hadn't expected Mrs. Claxton to answer the door.  Hadn't Terri said 
something about having the house to themselves, something about Mrs. 
Claxton's playing tennis that afternoon?  Yet there she was, wearing a 
short white tennis skirt with a white halter top and pink sweater.

"Joey!" she said, opening the door and inviting him in with a wave of her 
arm.  "What a pleasant surprise."

"Terri invited me," he said, afraid she would think he was visiting on 
the chance of catching her alone.

"Hmm.  She's not home yet.  I think she's with Jackie, something about 
cheerleader tryouts.  Won't you come in?"

He hesitated.

"Don't worry.  I won't bite you."

"I, uh, that is, I feel --"

"My husband is traveling, so I won't see him until Friday night.  I'm 
flying out to spend the weekend with him after graduation."

Had he mentioned her husband?  Granted, it had been a concern, but how 
could she know that?

"Well?  Are you coming with me or not?  We could sit out by the pool and 
have some iced tea while we wait for the girls to get home."

"Well . . .  Why not?"

He entered, following her through the house.  He couldn't help but notice 
what a sexy walk she had.  She led him to the back yard and their pool.  
There she directed him to one of a couple of lounge chairs that faced one 
another

"I'll be right back with some tea.  Make yourself comfortable."

He did, taking the seat nearest the pool.  As he watched her saunter 
away, he felt his penis becoming firm.  There was something about the way 
she moved he found enormously arousing, something he'd never noticed 
before their fated Friday night, when he began seeing her as a sexual and 
very sexy woman.  He wanted to adjust himself so that his penis would be 
pointing at his belly-button rather than peeking out of his pant leg, but 
she returned before he could finish the task.  Instead, he pulled the 
pant leg of his shorts down as far as it would go to cover himself.

She noted the movement and took the chaise to his left; she had a good 
view up the left leg of his shorts, should she look, and she would.  He'd 
hoped to have this setup for Terri, all right, but now it was proving to 
be a problem.

He didn't know what to say about what had happened the other night, and 
Mrs. Claxton didn't seem interested in discussing it.  Instead, she asked 
him about school, which led to a discussion of English, his favorite 
subject.  It turned out to be her favorite subject as well, so they 
worked their way over the familiar ground of English and American novels, 
a little Shakespeare, a little poetry.  She was quick and knowledgeable, 
and he was delighted at how she caught every academic joke he tried, 
added to them, punned on last names, you name it.  Often she smiled at 
him, as if surprised by something he said, and he felt his heart glow.

He found himself intoxicated by her personality, and with that he noticed 
an odd thing.  He no longer had a hard on.  He didn't feel bad, in fact, 
felt great, but he'd lost his hard on.  She was as sexy as ever.  She'd 
removed her sweater, underneath which she wore a sleeveless halter top 
that showed off her breasts and their perfect nipples.  He'd occasionally 
feel something stirring, but for the most part, he just wasn't hard.  It 
perplexed him.

"What's wrong," she asked, perceptively getting to the subject he least 
wanted to discuss.

"It's hard to say."

"Hard?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.  She looked at his crotch and 
licked her lips.

"Yeah.  Uh, no."  He looked at her and saw her eyes looking up his 
shorts.  He felt a twinge.  "Hey!"

"Is this the problem?" she said, touching on the knee but indicating his 
crotch.  "Doesn't look so hard to me."  Actually, it was growing harder 
by the instant, and she watched the slow swelling.

"That's just it.  I'm having a great time with you, Mrs. Claxton --"

"Ramona!  Call me Ramona.  I don't feel old, and I hate to be treated 
that way.  So what is it?"

"I'm enjoying your company, Ramona."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"That's not it.  But see, after the other night . . . "

"Yes," she answered, stretching, extending her arms above her head, the 
movement emphasizing her breasts more than ever beneath the thin cotton 
of the halter.  Joey could see she wore no bra (he hadn't actually 
noticed before), and the sight jolted him right in the crotch.  Something 
about her doing something forbidden, something unexpected, something so 
sexy -- Joey could not pinpoint what it was about this woman, about women 
in general -- moved him so.

"I'm waiting," she prompted.

"It's just that, I was having such a good time, but I lost my, uh, you 
know . . . "

"You think I would know?"

"Yes.  I think you knew all about it before I even got here.  I never 
even noticed you before the other night, and suddenly you explode into my 
life.  Every time I think of you I get hard."

"Ooh!" she said playfully, though it touched her heart and actually made 
her feel warm and special.

"You were so sexy, I couldn't believe my eyes.  And when I think of you, 
I only have memories of a very sexy woman.

"Now, as we sit here, I find myself excited to be with you even though 
I'm not the least bit aroused.  I mean, I wasn't, for most of the 
discussion I'm sitting here with no . . . arousal . . . or anything, yet 
I'm enjoying your company more than ever.  It doesn't make sense."

"You beautiful boy.  It makes perfect sense.  And as for whether your 
tool is hard, it just takes a kiss, remember?"

He laughed.  She leaned forward.

"Kiss me."

His heart fluttered, making him swallow dryly.

"Kiss me, Joey."

He leaned closer to her face and let his lips slowly brush across hers.  
His semi hard cock was now adamantine.  He opened his mouth, licked her 
lips, and pushed his face against hers.  Her lips were cool, her tongue 
quickly slipping into his mouth, her teeth nibbling at his lip.  She slid 
her hand up his left leg and grabbed his cock.  She broke the kiss and 
looked him straight in the eye.

"Rock hard," she said, pulling his cock as if milking it, letting him 
slip from her hand, lightly kneading him, squeezing him, finally even 
shaking him, saying, "A Shaken-speare, sir."  She looked up at him, 
licking her lips.  "I could do with a taste."

Suddenly she cocked her head to the side.

"Damn!  Terri's home," she said, turning back to him, sliding her hand 
completely up into his shorts and grabbing his tingling tumescence, 
pumping him slowly in her fist, putting her face against his, her nose 
alongside his nose, whispering, her voice a low thick rasp.  "But I mean 
it.  I could do with a taste, any time, any way.  You name it.  Anything 
you want, baby.  I mean it.  I could be your slut," she kissed him, "Your 
nurse," and kissed him, "Your teacher," and kissed him, "Your maid, your 
whore, anything, understand?" she pulled her skirt up and showed him her 
soaked panties.  "See?  I'm melting for you.."  She squeezed him hard, 
her eyes closed, her moans soft, eloquent, sexy.

"God you turn me on so," he said.

"See me before you leave," she said, getting up and dropping her skirt 
back into place.

His penis grew even more rock solid, rudely poking the front of his 
shorts, regardless of what position he assumed.  He feared Terri's 
arrival, almost as if it were doom descending, while Ramona calmly 
replaced her sweater and picked up the glasses.

"He's out here, Terri," she called as she walked back into the house.  
Soon Terri emerged, looking clean scrubbed and studious behind her 
glasses, her hair pinned back, a pencil above her ear.  She was wearing 
the same pastel pink summer dress she'd been wearing at school.  It had 
an old fashioned look to it, featuring a high white lace collar, long 
sleeves, a full ankle length skirt. As she crossed in front of the sun, 
Joey could see right through it, see Terri's long slender legs, the 
pouting curves of her ass, her tiny waist.  His eyes followed her legs 
down to her feet, loving the look of her white lace socks and black 
patent leather shoes, schoolgirl shoes with flat heels.  He was a raging 
sea of hormones, he thought, surrounded by irresistible feminine beauty.

Terri took the seat her mother had just vacated, her left leg still on 
the patio.  She adjusted her dress, pulling it above her knees, her foot 
bouncing in time to beat only she could hear.  She smiled at Joey, almost 
laughing, and then let her eyes drop straight to the tent Joey's cock 
made of the left leg of his shorts.

"Happy to see me?" she asked as if amazed at the thought.  "Or have you 
been playing with my mother again."

He blushed so furiously that he couldn't even breathe, much less speak.  
He had dreaded this moment almost as much as he'd looked forward to it.  
Eventually he and Terri would have to discuss the night they'd shared as 
he'd ravished her mother.  Oddly, he came away from the evening feeling 
closer to Terri than he had to Ramona, as he made himself think of Mrs. 
Claxton, and much closer than he'd ever felt to Jackie.  In planning for 
this moment, he had prepared several remarks, but nothing came out of his 
mouth for a moment.

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'  Did she put your penis into her mouth?"

He coughed, regaining his voice.  "Are you sorry you weren't watching?"

"Of course.  I love to watch.  You'd be amazed at what all I've 
witnessed."

For some reason the comment made his heart stop.  Was she referring to 
her mother?  He was amazed to note that he was already feeling a little 
jealous of Ramona's affection.  It didn't make any sense.

"Always your mother?"

"Oh God, no.  I had no idea.  The other night was a revelation, I tell 
you, as precious and exciting as finding gold right in your own 
backyard."  She bowed her head.  "I'd never seen a man so close before."

That made him wonder if Terri might mean she'd been watching Jackie, so 
he asked about her.

"No, you misunderstand me totally.  You, well you and Jackie, are the 
only people I've ever witnessed who knew I was watching."

"Huh?"

"My bedroom's in the attic, and I have a very powerful telescope.  This 
hill provides a great vantage point for nearly a hundred homes and back 
yards all over Snob Hill."

All the kids referred to the tract of houses as Snob Hill.

"Really?"  He wanted to be alarmed, to ask her how she could do something 
so intrusive, so wrong -- spying on people! -- but what could he say?  
Hadn't he been spying on Alice, both when she was masturbating alone and 
when she was teasing the flat-topped man?  For that matter, he'd 
inadvertently spied on Terri's mother already, he remembered, both when 
she was trying to suck some life into her husband and when she was 
masturbating.

"Really.  Want to see some time?"  Terri had pulled her dress halfway up 
her thighs.

"Huh?"  For a second he thought she was referring to her sex.  Then he 
remembered what she'd asked.  Did he want to see her telescope?  That led 
to his trying to calculate the angles between this house and his, or 
rather, Alice's, wondering if perhaps she'd been watching Alice.

"I mean it.  Want to come up and watch?"

His instincts told him to stay away from the Claxtons, regardless of 
their charms . . . or because of their charms.  Especially Terri.  He was 
both afraid of her and intoxicated by her.  He was amazed as he thought 
about it.  Just two weeks ago he'd thought of her as a stuffy straight A 
student, little miss prim and proper, a prude if anything.  Now he was 
aware that the "old maid" exterior was only camouflage, that underneath 
she was as wicked and wonderful as anyone he'd ever met, ever imagined.  
So he wanted to visit her, but felt he should avoid it at all costs.  On 
the other hand, if he were to accept the invitation, he would be able to 
see for himself whether or not Terri had been spying on Alice.  And who 
knows what else he would see?

"Sure.  When?"

"Well, Friday's a good night, say around 9:30?  I'll sneak you in."  He 
wondered at the remark: hadn't Ramona just told him she was flying out of 
LA to meet her husband on Friday evening?  Terri, meanwhile, noticed that 
he'd lost his erection, so she just had to play with him.

"Can you climb the wall?" she asked.  She pulled her dress up to her 
waist, and he instantly dropped his eyes down to her white cotton 
panties.

"What do you think?" he answered, staring at the thin cotton covering 
Terri's plump pussy lips.  He could clearly see their outline.  "I could 
walk along the tops of the walls from my house to yours if I wanted to," 
he said, returning his eyes to hers.

"You're such a man," she said, , sitting up and leaning closer to his 
lap.  She grabbed his left knee and began massaging his thigh, moving 
slowly up his leg.  Within seconds, she could see his bulge growing 
again.

"And you're such a woman, I suppose, since you can tease me?" he said, 
opening his legs to make his penis even more accessible.  He pushed 
himself closer to her hand.

"What do you mean?" she asked, all innocence, sliding her hand closer and 
closer to his penis.

"I dare you to touch it."

"Touch what?"

"My cock."

"Oh, you vulgar boy."

She scratched him lightly along the insides of his left thigh.

"No thanks," she said, removing her hand suddenly.  "Besides, Jackie will 
be here any minute."  She stood suddenly, dropping her skirt over his 
head.  He grabbed her ass and gently bit into her belly, tickling her.  
She jumped away.

"Sir!  Remember your manners!"

"I think you'd like me to be even ruder."  The touch of her ass had fired 
his imagination, stoked his desire for her.

"That's for me to know --"

"-- and me to find out!" he completed the phrase.  "Shall I take that as 
a dare?"

"Don't you dare," she said, and they both laughed at the word play.  
"Besides, Jackie will be here any minute, and I have an idea.  Come on, 
let's go to my room."

He watched her ass rotate as she walked ahead of him.  Her hips were as 
sexy as her mother's though a bit narrower.  She turned to make sure he 
was following.  He licked his lips.  He couldn't get over how much he 
liked her wearing glasses, being the school's brain, having such a clean 
cut reputation.  He knew better.  He also realized, as he was following 
her up to her room, that she was much more interesting than Jackie would 
ever be.  How true that was became apparent as Terri outlined her plan.

"I think we could convince Jackie to let us remove strategic bits of her 
clothing.  And tie her up.  And tease her."

"What?  Tie her up?  Tease her?  You mean, force her?  No way."

They entered the room.  It was long and narrow with a picture window, 
before which a white telescope was mounted on a tripod.  She jumped onto 
the bed, a wooden four poster with a canopy, all done in frilly pink.  
Terri pointed out how easily one could attach silk cloths to tie someone 
down.  She spread out, her arms and legs pointing at the posts of the 
bed, acting as if she were being pulled in four different directions.

"Where do you get such an idea?" Joey asked.  "I don't think she'd like 
that for a second, and I won't do it."

Terri squirmed, acting as if she were pulling against four invisible 
restraints.

"But if you thought she wanted it, wouldn't you do it?"

"I'd have to know she wanted it.  I couldn't just think so."  He found 
her form enormously sexy as she writhed on the bed, contorting her body 
in four directions against the imaginary ties, her body looking 
remarkably sexy underneath the flimsy material of the dress as she 
twisted and rolled.  She smiled at him.

"How could you ever be sure?  I mean, if you were ninety-nine percent 
certain she wanted it, wouldn't you do it?  Sometimes you have to take 
risks."

"I'd have to talk to her first."

"Talk to her?  That would ruin it.  You'd have to do it, just do it, as 
if it were real, both of you knowing you'd never cause any real harm, 
maybe just a bit of pain.  You'd have to know without her knowing ahead 
of time.  That's what makes it so dangerous and exciting.  What's 
important is that you never cause any unwanted pain."

"Then I'd be justified to use force as long as I do it gently?"

"Did you say, 'qualified'?"

"You heard me."

She twisted further, thrusting her breasts at him.

"No, I meant qualified.  I mean, if you were nearly sure, would you have 
the courage to act?  Would you be qualified?  Would you force your way 
through?"  She looked him in the eye, her head lifted as if she couldn't 
get closer due to being tied.  On impulse, he tickled her ribs, causing 
her hands to spring forward protectively, pulling him into her.  They 
hugged as he tickled her and she giggled.  Finally she broke away.

"I take that as a 'yes,'" she said.  "You would tie her down and 
tantalize her.  And I think I hear Jackie mounting the steps."

"Mounting?" he mouthed.

She winked at him and jumped up.

Jackie burst into the room, a vision of purple and gold school colors.  
She sported the full cheerleading regalia still, complete with the purple 
sneakers and gold and purple knee socks, the flirty little skirt and the 
school logo covering the chest.

"Hi, Terri," she said, kicking off her shoes.  "Wait till I tell you who 
we picked --  Joey?  You're here already?"

"Yeah."

"How long has he been here," Jackie asked, moving towards Terri, her 
irritation obvious.

"We just arrived.  I was giving him the grand tour."

"She was telling me about her telescope.  We just got here, Jackie."  He 
moved to her, tried to take her into his arms.

"Wait a minute, buster.  I find it very suspicious that you are up here. 
 What's going on, Terri?"

"Well, I thought, you know, maybe you and Joey might want the comfort of 
a bed, you know, and --"

"I'm touched.  And you'd be watching?"

"You know it turns you on to be watched."

"How dare you say that?"

"It's true.  You know it is."

"That doesn't mean I like you saying it OR being up here alone with him."

"You know I'm not interested."

"I think you're very interested.  You just need someone to break through 
your reserve --"

"--Force his way in?" Terri asked, winking at Joey from behind Jackie.

Joey took Jackie into his arms.  "C'mon, Baby.  Let's just relax, maybe 
play some cards or something.  What do you say, Terri?"

"OK.  I have a great game."

"Yeah," Jackie said, "What is it?"

"It's an adult game: Dare."

"Great.  Bring it on," Joey said, hoping to break the tension.

For a while, Jackie and Joey rolled on the bed, truly loving the luxury 
of the space.  They kissed deeply.  He tried to touch her breasts, 
prompting her to remove the school sweater and leave only a flimsy gold 
sleeveless t-shirt covering her breasts.  The school's logo spanned her 
braless tits.  He played with them, lightly pinching their turgid 
nipples.  She, meanwhile, found out how accessible he was, taking him in 
her hand and slowly frigging him as they kissed.

Terri coughed loudly to indicate the game was to begin.  They arranged 
themselves on the bed, Terri at the head with her knees in the air, her 
dress falling down between and beside her legs.  She sat pigeon toed, and 
the lace socks made her legs looked delicious.  Jackie sat in a similar 
position with her back to the post nearest the edge at the foot of bed.  
It was almost impossible for her to sit without exposing her gold 
panties, and she didn't seem to mind much.  They were totally opaque.  
Joey lay on his side with his back to the wall, his head propped on his 
hand, his feet near Jackie, his head inches from Terri's right knee.

"It's about giving and taking dares.  Say I give you a dare.  If you 
can't or won't take the dare, you must give up one item of clothing.  
When you have no clothing, or little enough -- I think people are sexier 
with clothing than without, myself -- anyway, when you are stripped 
enough, you have to take the dare."

"Wait a minute, Terri Claxton," Jackie said.  "Are we all going to play 
this?  Or are you going give the dares and watch what happens?"

"Oh, I'm going to watch, of course.  This is a great game for lovers."

"No way.  You want us to play, you have to play with us."

"I'm with her," Joey said.

"Well, in that case, let's do something else --"

"No, Terri," Joey said, raising his voice a bit, "Let's play this.  You 
were so ready to watch us play, why don't you have a little courage and 
join us?"

"Yeah, Terri.  If it's OK for us to play, it should be OK for you to 
play."

"Well."

"It isn't dangerous, is it?" Joey asked.

"All right, but I'm going last."

"That all right with you, Jackie?"

"Yeah.  I'll go first."

"OK, Jackie, try this.  Describe your hottest fantasy as vividly as 
possible."

Jackie looked around at the two expectant faces.  Terri had pulled her 
dress above her knees, and she was scratching her thigh absent-mindedly. 
 The swelling bulge of Joey's cock was visible, almost poking from the 
pant leg, and Terri could barely keep her eyes off it.

"I don't know about this," Jackie said, pulling on her thick blond hair. 
 "I've never told my hottest fantasy to anyone, not even the two of you."

"You can always remove an article of clothing if you prefer," Terri 
offered.

"Your panties, for instance," Joey said  "They're guarding the sexiest 
thing in the room."  They giggled.

"Good idea.  I don't want to get them stained, and if I told this story, 
I would surely get them wet."  She peeled the gold cotton from between 
her legs and lifted her ass, pointing herself at Joey.

"Give me a hand, stud."

Joey pulled off her shorts and sniffed them.

"Interesting."

"Provocative?" Jackie asked.

"Well seasoned!" he answered.

Together they finished the jingle:

"The only question is, 'Are you grown up enough for Granny Goose?'"  They 
all laughed.

Jackie leaned back against the post and tried to pull her skirt skirt 
down over her sex.  It barely covered it, and whenever she moved, it was 
pulled up, exposing her blond pubes, her pink lips.  From the waist up, 
she looked innocent and childlike in her sleeveless cheerleaders T-shirt, 
but the look was incongruous with the rest of the picture: her knees 
against her chest, the golden knee socks framing her golden pussy.  
Neither Joey nor Terri could look away.

"Not fair," Terri and Joey said in unison, laughing at the coincidence in 
their reaction.

"OK, I'll tell."  She was already squirming.  "But it must remain our 
secret.  You promise?"

"We promise," they said in unison, laughing again.

"OK.  It's about Mr. Jacobs, the history teacher.  I know he looks old 
and frail, but there's something about him that makes me itch.  So I like 
to imagine teasing him.  See, in my fantasy, I'll sit in the front where 
only he can see me and then show him my pussy, watch him sweat.  I'm 
merciless.  When I go up to sharpen my pencil, I always drop it and bend 
over so he -- and he alone -- can see everything, and I do mean 
everything.  I might even stay bent over and fiddle with my shoe, just to 
give him a longer show.

"I'm not attracted to him or anything, after all, he's an old man, but 
it's just something about how prim and proper he always tries to be that 
gets me.  Like somebody's grandfather or something.

"Anyway, I have imagined that one day he just gets completely fed up with 
it and tells me to stay after class.  When I do, he takes me into his 
office and locks the door.  He tells me he's disgusted with my lewd 
behavior, that I've been acting like a whore, that I'm likely to end up 
in the gutter if I keep on like that, I mean he really dresses me down.  
It turns me on terrifically, especially the way he makes me feel so 
shamelessly evil, so wicked and depraved.

"He says he's going to punish me and orders me to lie across his lap.  I 
realize he's going to spank me, and I am nervous and scared all of a 
sudden, but I know I have to obey, so I do.

"'I'm going to have to raise your skirt as well, young lady,' he says.  
'Too bad you didn't wear any undergarments today.'  He pulls my skirt up 
and drops it over my back, baring me completely.  I can feel myself 
getting wet now," Jackie said, dipping her fingers into the pool of her 
mushy sex.  "Just thinking about being in such a position, so humiliated 
and exposed, makes me gush.

"Then he spanks me as hard as he can with his hand.  At first I say 
nothing, but the pain grows more intense as he covers the same places on 
my ass and thighs.  I grab all around and chance upon his penis.  He 
stops for a moment, and suddenly releases me.  I stand, my skirt still 
hanging off my back.  He opens his pants, and I see his thing.  It's 
enormous, hard and veiny.

"'You wicked child, look what you have done,' he says, pointing to his 
boner.  "I want you to do something about it, but not until I've finished 
spanking you.  Do you understand?'

"I nod my head, and he stands and keeps me standing.  He orders me to 
grip his hard thing with my left hand and bend over.  He begins spanking 
me again, but this time he doesn't stop until I'm begging for mercy.  
When he stops, I am soaking wet.  He rubs has hand across my ass, meaning 
to comfort me, but when he feels how wet I am, he grows angry.

"'On your knees, girl,' he says, and I obey."  Jackie pauses suddenly

"God this is making me hot.  Forgive me, but I've got to touch myself."  
She puts the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth, wetting it, 
and then begins rubbing the lips of her sex.  Terri cranes her neck to 
get a good look, almost leaning into Joey in the process.

"He pushes the rubbery head of his cock against my lips.  I keep my mouth 
shut, though I want to open it.  He continues pushing it at me.  'Do you 
need another spanking?' he asks.  I shake my head and let just the tip of 
my tongue peek through my lips.  He brushes the supple flesh against it, 
I lick him, and then he pushes it right in.  I begin licking and sucking 
immediately as he instructs me sternly.  'You will suck the seed from my 
evil root, you wicked slut,' he says, jerking it from my mouth.  He slaps 
my face with it until I catch it in my mouth again and begin sucking.  
Soon I can feel his climax building, feel his thighs trembling, and I 
begin sucking the jism from him, his seed, swallowing almost all of it.  
It turns me on to imagine letting a bit of it dribble down my chin.  I 
hear him moan when he sees me look up at him as innocently as I can.

"I turn to him, suddenly his master.  I lift my skirt and pull him 
closer, forcing his face between my legs.  He can't look away.  I shove 
his face against my sex, and he thrusts his tongue into me, tweaking my 
clit with his lips.  I see the angelic expression on his face, feel the 
shame and humiliation of the punishment melting into the warm security of 
knowing it's all over, of knowing I am now in control, that I am rubbing 
my cunt on his upturned, worshipping face.  He is fucking me with his 
tongue and nose and chin, tweaking my clit, and I just melt into the most 
intense orgasm.  Sometimes I can come more than once just thinking about 
this."  She continued slowly stroking the wet lips of her unt, still lost 
in her fantasy.  Terri winked at Joey.  They watched her slowly fingering 
herself, pulling far enough out to stroke her clit and then dipping back 
into her wet cunt.

"That's very interesting, Jackie.  Don't you think, Joey?"  Terri looked 
at his bulge, noted that it again was hard, easy to spot in his loose 
shorts.  "I see it scored well on the peter meter."

"Terri!" Jackie said.  Then she reached across to Joey and slid her hand 
up his leg.  "But you're right.  He's so hard it must hurt."

"It's tingling," Joey said.

"Your turn, Joey," Terri said.  "You give him the dare, Jackie."

"Describe the first time you had sex, Joey."

Joey laughed nervously and said, "The first time?"

He was ready to panic.  The last thing he wanted to say was that Jackie 
-- what little they'd done -- hadn't been his first experience.  If he 
told the truth, it might even make Terri angry for her mother.  "I don't 
know what to say.  I guess I'll have to take the punishment."

"Why?" Jackie asked.

"How can he describe something that's never happened, Jackie?  He must be 
a virgin.  Duh?!?" Terri said, coming to Joey's aid.  She winked at him 
when Jackie looked away.

"Then you have to remove something, Joey," Jackie said, "but not your 
shirt.  It's sexier on."

"That leaves nothing but my shorts."

"Exactly," the girls said together, laughing.  He sat up and removed his 
shorts, revealing a hard shaft that stuck straight up.  Jackie licked her 
lips, and Terri gaped at it, swallowing.  He took his place back on the 
bed.  He loved seeing the look on Terri's face as she gawked, literally 
gawked, at his swollen cock.  She'd never seen it in the light before.

"Your turn, Terri," she said.  Terri swallowed.  "I suppose Joey has to 
give you the dare?"

"That's right."

"If you've ever seen anyone have sex, describe it."

"I guess you lose, Terri," Jackie said, laughing.

"Not so fast.  Turns out I have seen it."

"The other night does NOT count, Terri.  I'm still a virgin."

"I know.  It's not that.  I just happen to have witnessed someone having 
sex."

"Then tell us," Jackie said, lying back, her left leg perched on Joey's 
hip, her right leg bent, her knee nearly touching her chest.  Her blond 
quim peeked at Joey and Terri beneath the short skirt of her 
cheerleader's uniform.  Both Joey and Terri were fascinated by her golden 
pubes, the pink, puckered lips of her sex.  Joey stroked her left leg, 
working his way to her sex and slipping his finger in.  Jackie removed 
Joey's hand as the story began.  Not long after Terri began describing 
the lubricious events she'd witnessed, however, Jackie had replaced 
Joey's hand with her own.

"I have a telescope, see, and I've been watching a few couples for a 
while.  There's one house in particular that has been good.  I have a 
clear view of their backyard, pool, and the picture window they have in 
their bedroom.  The man is an aging athlete, and he still looks very 
good.  Blond hair, blue eyes, great build.  I'll call him Blondie.

"His wife is a tall slender redhead with brown eyes and dark brown skin. 
 I'll call her Red.  She sunbathes without a stitch on, and some days 
she'll masturbate with a bright white dildo.  I've seen them doing it on 
many occasions, not that there's much you can see when they're in their 
bedroom.

"One afternoon, though, they had another young couple over for a barbecue 
and swim, and this party got very interesting.  Their visitors were also 
young and sexy, the man with long black hair -- like a Beatle or 
something.  I'll call him Hippy.  He had a good build and very dark brown 
skin.  Maybe he's a surfer or something.  His wife was a petite little 
oriental with a very tight body.  I'll call her Tart."

Joey and Jackie laughed.

"Well, that's what she reminds me of.  The ladies were wearing tiny 
bikinis and the men the skimpiest of trunks, and they played by the side 
of the pool and in the water, throwing one another in and splashing each 
other.  Nothing out of hand, though, until after dinner.

"By then, they'd changed into dry clothing.  The men wore crew shirts and 
tailored shorts.  The ladies were dressed to impress.  Red wore a light 
summer dress, pastel green, and a pair of slinky sandals with high heels, 
maybe three inches.  The tart wore a nearly transparent body-suit and 
white pumps.  The two ladies looked like sex on a stick, especially the 
Tart, if you know what I mean."

"You always seem to notice the girls, Terri," Jackie said.

"Shush you!  I trained my telescope on them.  The Tart wore nothing 
underneath her thin body suit.  I could see her nipples, could see they 
way they poked at the mesh fabric.  It was very sexy.  She lay on her 
back on the lounge, her legs spread.  I could see the very lips of her 
sex.  I think she was purposely flashing herself at Blondie.  The other 
couple gathered the dishes and went inside while Blondie made a couple of 
drinks, handing one to the Tart."

"Tart?" Joey asked, still bothered by her use of it.

"I like the word.  It fits her.  She looked like a sexy little tart.  
Nicely shaped pointy little breasts, perfect butt.  She lay back sipping 
her drink, her cunt pointed right at the blond man, who sat with his back 
to me.  I wish I could have heard what they were saying.  She was 
twisting and turning, probably to keep his eyes glued to her moistening 
sex.  Eventually he convinced her to pull apart some clasps at the crotch 
of the suit.  She did, exposing her shiny black bush to him.  He insisted 
on getting down to look at it, and before you know it, he's eating her, 
making it impossible to see.  She won't let him do it for long, though, 
pulling him up and snaking his penis out of his pants.  She grips it in 
her left hand begins sucking on it while rubbing her pussy with her right 
hand.

"Before long, he's rutting against her, when the light of the back door 
flashes, and the other two come out.  Blondie and the Tart don't even 
notice, but the emerging couple stops, as if afraid to disturb the two 
lovers.  Then they furtively come forward for a better look, and finally, 
she turns to him and puts her arms around him.  He kisses her, and from 
chaste kisses they soon get to putting their hands all over each other.  
Soon his shorts are in a heap at his feet, and her dress is pulled up.  
He finishes unbuttoning it and has her remove it altogether.  She's 
wearing a slip underneath, but he doesn't bother to remove that.  He 
turns her around, pushing his penis against her naked butt, reaching down 
between her legs to finger her.  I wish you could have seen the look of 
sexual abandon on her face.  It was as sexy as anything I ever saw.  I 
could almost feel her moans as she pushed herself back against his hard 
poker and let him finger her.

"I trained my scope on the other couple and found the man lying on his 
back on the chaise lounge.  The Tart was standing over him, lowering 
herself onto his hard cock.  He held it straight up for her, and she sat 
right down on it, taking the huge thing all the way into her tiny little 
body.  I could hardly believe she could take the whole thing, but it put 
her into ecstasy, if her face was any indication.  She impaled herself on 
him, twisting and turning, riding the horn of his saddle.  He then lifted 
her up and down on himself.  The two couples fucked furiously for about 
five or ten minutes, I couldn't tell, and suddenly I saw Red jump off the 
prick she'd been riding and drop to her knees, barely in time to put her 
open mouth in front of the spewing cock of the man.  She caught some of 
it, but most of the gray liquid ended up all over her face and upper 
torso.  The man then rubbed his penis in the goo, and this seemed to turn 
her on.  She fingered herself rapidly while he did it, clenching with 
orgasm within another ten seconds.

"I then turned my attention to the other couple, and watched the little 
Tart lie flat on the man, rubbing her clit against him till she came, her 
hips rotating in total hedonistic abandon.  She was wild.  Then she got 
off and began frigging him, jerking his big penis in her tiny hand, 
finally putting just the head of the cock into her mouth and drinking 
every drop.  I could see him coming, I could see her swallowing, I could 
see the other two fingering themselves as they watched.  When the man was 
finished, all four of them went inside.  Unfortunately, they left the 
curtains to the bedroom closed."

The room became silent as Terri finished her tale.  The head of Joey's 
penis gleamed with the wetness of the pre-come he was oozing.  He was 
slowly pumping it.  Jackie casually rubbed her fingers along her cunt, 
not exactly masturbating but keeping the tingles alive.  Terri looked at 
the hard oozing penis and laughed.

"Looks like the peter meter has reached a new high," she said.  "It's 
oozing."

"I want to lick it," Jackie said.  She bent forward and put the head into 
her mouth, licking it and looking at her boyfriend with a mischievous 
smile in her eyes.


"Not yet," Terri demanded.  "You're next.  Ready?"

Jackie gave the head one last suck, kissed it, and sat up again, hugging 
her legs to her.

"I dare you to act out just a bit of your fantasy."

"No, I couldn't."

"You know you want to."

"To be spanked?  I don't think so.  It's just something I think about.  
Besides, it needs to be by someone in authority, someone very 
disapproving.  I guess I'll have to take something else off.  How about 
my socks."

"I think your socks look sexy," Terri said.  "How about your skirt?"

"OK."

"You could always let me spank you while you suck his cock," Terri 
offered.  Jackie blushed.  Both Terri and Joey could see the idea moved 
her strongly, but neither pushed the issue.  Jackie could certainly tell 
a good fantasy, but she wasn't quite ready yet to enact one.  Instead, 
she removed her skirt, leaving her wearing nothing more than a pair of 
socks and the thin sleeveless t-shirt that barely came down to her navel.

She rolled over to Joey, and the two of them began kissing, tangling 
their legs together.  He put the slippery head of his penis right onto 
her naked clitoris, slowly rubbing her with it, lubricated by his own 
fluid.  She groaned in ecstasy and rolled over on her back.  He was above 
her in an instant, the head of his cock poised at the oily lips of her 
sex, her legs spread, her clit throbbing.  He put the tip of the tingling 
tool to her cunt, slowly insinuating its pulsing head into the slick 
hungry hole.  Her cuntlips gripped him and seemed to pull him further.  
He could feel the lip beneath the head of his penis about to penetrate 
when Jackie suddenly pushed him off her.

"No, please, not yet."

She and Joey were panting with excitement.  He gripped himself, holding 
tightly to keep from coming.  She rubbed her palm against her sex, as if 
to calm it.

"I don't know what I was about to do," she said.  "Oh, Joey, you are a 
stud, you sexy thing, I can't think of anything more delicious than to 
let you fuck me, but I don't want to pop my cherry just yet."

"I'm sure you two can find other ways to relieve your desires," Terri 
said, acting bored, though her panties were soaked.

"What would you recommend?" Jackie asked Terri, her meaning cruel and 
clear.

"I recommend you use your imagination.  It always works for me," Terri 
answered, as nonplused as she could be.  "Shall we continue playing?  You 
get to give Joey a dare, Jackie."

"Fine.  Allow the person to your left to touch your prick with her hand. 
 If that person refuses, she must discard two pieces of clothing."

"Hmm," he said, turning to Terri.  "The person to my left would be you.  
I guess you get to touch me.  Or remove two pieces of clothing, but not 
your socks."

"That's right," Jackie said, sitting up to watch Terri more closely.  
Terri leaned forward and looked at Joey's penis.  It was purple and shiny 
and obviously engorged to bursting with his desire.  She reached out, 
trembling, but she couldn't make herself touch it.

"All right, I'll take off my dress."

"What else?" Jackie asked once Terri's dress was over her head, leaving 
her clad only in socks, a skimpy pink bra, and her drenched pink 
panties."

"Terri!  You seem to have wet your panties.  That will never do, girl.  
Take them off.  I know you love to flash your bush at Joey.  He likes to 
watch it, too, don't you Joey?"

Terro pulled them off and sat with her legs spread.  Joey looked from one 
to the other.  Each was beautiful, the lips parted and wet, the clits 
swollen.  Jackie's bush was blond, her cunt lips plump and pink, Terri's 
black, her lips long and slender.

"Who wouldn't want to watch this?" he asked.

"Are you saying she's sexier than I am?" Jackie demanded, teasing both 
her boyfriend and Terri.

"That's a hard thing to judge.  Both of you have sexy bodies."

"But whose is sexier," Terri asked.

"I don't know.  I'd have to examine them a little more closely to 
decide."

"I'm game," Jackie said.

"What do you mean?" Terri asked.

"Well," Joey answered, "To judge fairly, I'll have to be able to examine 
each of the bodies closely, the legs, the asses, the tits, and 
especially, the pussies."

"Sounds delicious," Jackie said.  "You think you can take it, Terri?"

"OK," Terri said, reluctant either to lose control or to thought a 
coward.

"Great, then," Joey said.  "How about we start by having the two of you 
stand side by side so I can examine your legs."

The girls jumped off the bed and walked over to the desk, leaning forward 
against it.  Joey came from behind and began examining their legs, 
running one hand up the leg of one girl, the other up the leg of the 
other girl.  Terri was the taller, her legs therefore longer and leaner. 
 Jackie was shorter, her legs plumper.  They had a great shape to them, 
but he preferred Terri's.  He already knew, however, that he'd have to 
make all his judgments as diplomatically as possible.

"I'd have to say the legs are a toss up," he lied.  "Let's see what kind 
of asses they make of themselves.  Lean forward."

The girls leaned forward.  He pushed their legs apart.

"I have to have a clear view."  He feel the heat from the two naked 
fannies, could see the sexy fuzz covering them, each with its secret 
garden of hair and labia and clitoris.  Terri's was darker, nearly 
purple, the long lips more pronounced.  She had a long elegant cunt.  
Jackie's was blond, which made it truly adorable.  It was plump, very 
pink, the lips of her sex offering little contrast to the rest of her 
pussy.  The lips of her cunt were open and glistening with her 
lubrication.  He couldn't resist running his finger along their length, 
coaxing a low growl from Jackie, who began rotating herself around his 
finger almost immediately.

"Now let me conduct a close inspection with a special instrument."

Joey stood first behind Jackie, bending his knees and letting his penis 
nestle in the crack of her ass.  She was so wet that his slick spike 
immediately began a sensuous slithering up and down the groove of it.

"Ohh, baby, that rubbery thingg feels so hot, it makes me gush, Joey.  
Don't stop."  She was exaggerating, of course, but not by much.

Joey then stepped behind Terri.  He could feel her stiffen.  Since she 
was taller, he could stand straight up and still press his flesh against 
hers, but he didn't, moving so that he was less than an inch from her.  
He put his arms around her, pinning her arms, and then let his rigid 
poker touch her yielding flesh.  She moved immediately, but he kept after 
her, the movement making the friction between their genitals even more 
arousing.  Joey held her tighter, letting her feel his hardness as it 
slid along the groove of her ass.  He reached down, intending to touch 
her sex, but she suddenly pushed him away.

"Please, Joey, I can't stand it.  Phew!"  She was truly agitated, trying 
to calm herself down.

"Let the examination continue," Jackie said, "assuming everyone's tough 
enough."  Terri resumed her position.

Joey ran his had across the asses of the two girls, squeezing and 
pinching.  He let his fingers stray below and dip into their honey pots, 
finding each of them wet.  Terri stirred and pulled away when he brushed 
her clit, but Jackie just let her hips begin that slow undulation he'd 
already learned to associate with her coming orgasm.  He stopped for a 
moment.

"Jackie wins on attitude, but each ass is the perfect complement to its 
bearer."

"Bare?  We're both bare, so how can you call us barer?" Terri and Joey 
laughed.

"What's so funny?" Jackie asked.

"No these are some fine asses," Joey continued, ignoring Jackie.  
"Wouldn't do to swap them.  Now for your breasts."

He turned the two girls around and began by feeling Jackie's tits through 
the thin material of her outfit, but soon he had his hand underneath, 
squeezing the mounds of beautiful flesh, pulling on the nipples, even 
reaching down with his mouth and sucking Jackie's left nipple inside.  
Jackie took his penis in her hand, and the two of them began making out. 
 But Joey stopped suddenly, noting that duty demanded diligence, so he 
turned to Terri, pushing aside the flimsy material of her bra and bending 
to lick the bared nipple.  Terri wouldn't allow it, though she did allow 
him to remove the bra altogether and heft her breasts in his two hands.  
Again, perhaps a bit diplomatically, Joey had to admit that each girl had 
beautiful breasts.

"So you can't pick a winner, huh?" Jackie said.

"Forgive me.  You are both so beautiful.  Look at the peter meter."

It was standing tall, its head wet again.

"Couldn't you do something for me?" he asked Jackie.

"You mean, bring you off?" Terri answered.

"Yeah."

"Sure.  I'd love to have you back in my mouth."  She lay back on the bed 
and gestured for him to come to her.  He slid his throbbing prick right 
into her mouth, and she began licking and sucking and frigging him all at 
once.  Terri had given up all pretense of not watching and had found 
herself a seat on the bed where she could watch while fingering her own 
pussy.  Joey was in heaven, watching the face of his girlfriend sucking 
on his penis, watching the sexy minx Terri as she masturbated besides 
them.

Suddenly Terri jumped up.

"Mom's coming."

Her steps could be heard as she climbed the stairs.

"Telephone, Terri," her mother called.  "It's for Jackie."



Chapter Eight

The girls were dressed, sans panties, in a flash.  Joey pulled on his
shorts and followed them downstairs.  By the time he arrived, he found
Jackie saying "OK" to someone on the other end of the line.

"My mother's coming by to pick me up."  She announced as she hung up
the phone, obviously disappointed.

"Don't be upset, honey," Mrs. Claxton said, "I'm sure you can come again."

Of course, coming again was not Jackie's problem.  She wanted to come
the first time.  She and Joey began walking for the door, hand in
hand.

"Won't you stay for dinner, Joseph?" Mrs. Claxton asked.  "I'll call
your mother and let her know you'll be eating here."

"That's all right.  I better get home."

"You have to eat, and I have dinner ready with more than enough for
the three of us.  I won't take 'no' for an answer!"

"OK then."

He and Jackie walked out to the side of the garage where they could
wait in the shadow of the streetlight.  Joey had his arm around her,
and when he pulled her closer, she folded into him, her lips open and
ready with a wet kiss.  She hadn't bothered to replace her panties,
and her naked fanny was a magnet for his hands.  He kneaded her ass,
holding a cheek in each hand, squeezing, pulling, even lifting her off
the ground to kiss her harder, bending down, slipping his finger into
the warm wet pool of her sex.  She pushed him back long enough to
unbutton his shorts, and soon she had her hand wrapped around his hard
prick.

"It must be aching," she said as she slowly frigged him.  He rubbed
her belly and then reached down to finger the folded flesh of her
quim, to push gently against the purple button of her sex.

"I'm so tingly I can hardly stand it," she whispered.  She squeezed
him and then lightly ran her hand all over his sex, pulling on his
scrotum, taking his balls together in her hand, pulling down.  Then
she resumed her slow movements up and down the shaft, as if milking
him.  He was in ecstasy, his cock tingling.  She was languidly
rotating her hips around his nasty fingers, rutting her ass in the air
while fondling his throbbing prick -- God, it made her hot!  Her thigh
muscles jerked each time he ran his slippery finger across the nub of
her clit.  He could feel her excitement build as he fingered her, and
it made him want to enter her more than ever.

"Why wouldn't you do it when we had the chance?" he asked.

"I'm a virgin," she gasped in reply, her hips undulating more rapidly
now, her thighs trembling.  "I'm saving myself."

He hadn't realized that, and somehow it actually did make him want her
more.  On the other hand, it crystallized in the instant his knowledge
that he didn't want to marry her.  That didn't change the delicious
feel of her wet responsive pussy or the burning hardness of his cock
as she pumped him with her cool soft hand, but it did change his
plans.  He'd been floating along towards whatever happened, and that
meant, he suddenly realized, that he'd have probably married Jackie
had he never met Alice.  Now that he knew a woman -- two women! --
sexually, he knew sex alone wouldn't be enough to make him marry.

These thoughts flashed through his head in an instant.  He kept the
same magic rhythm on her clit, continued pushing his prick through her
hands, and she probably had no idea that he was having an epiphany
that was literally changing his life.  In fact, she had been building
steadily to an orgasm that suddenly had her moaning aloud, clenching
her thighs and nearly crushing his cock.

"Oh baby, I'm coming, it feels so good.  Oh don't stop, don't stop.
Oh God, baby, oh!"  And then she was finished, unable to take any
further contact at all, leaning limp against him, drained of
everything for the moment.  "God you make me melt with pleasure,
Joey."

A car horn blared.  They kissed one last time as he pulled up his
pants and she let her dress fall back into place.  He watched her
curvy cheerleader silhouette as she passed in front of the headlights.
The fleeting image made his throat ache with a mixture of excitement,
fear and sadness.

Worst of all, his balls felt as if they would explode.  He considered
emptying them in the dark by the garage, but he heard the front door
opening, heard Terri calling his name.

By the time he got into the house, she'd taken a seat in the kitchen.
She had put her shoes back on, and she was eating an apple, sitting
with one heel caught on her chair, the other leg extended in front of
her.  The long leg excited Joey, pulling his eyes up to her black
bush.  He could just see it peeking from the pale pink folds of her
dress.

"What are you doing?  Where's your mom?"

"She wanted to clean up before dinner.  I guess she hadn't showered
since her tennis match."  She took a bite from the apple in her left
hand, seemingly oblivious that the wandering fingers of her right hand
had pulled her dress back further, completely exposing her furry
notch.  She was breathing hard, obviously highly excited by what she
was doing.  After adjusting his penis to ease its hard pain, Joey
didn't move at all, just watched her.

She looked at his bulge, licked her lips, and had another bite of the
apple.  She squirmed in her chair, scraped her leg across the floor,
opening herself wider.

"You look like you need some relief," she said, a laugh in her eyes.

"Guess who's making me that way?"

"Oh, there are so many possibilities.  First, we come home to find you
sitting alone with my mother near the pool.  You can't even stand up
to be polite, you're so aroused.  You were still breathing hard.  So
it could be my mother, though that's not the kind of thing I'd have
imagined before Friday night.

"Then there's Jackie, who likes to tease you.  I thought you were
going to get it there on the bed when you shoved the head of yourself
against her sex.  God that was sexy, Joey.  I could see the head
forcing its way right into her tight slit.  I think she really is a
virgin, don't you?  I suppose she gave you a little good-night kiss,
no?  So maybe that's it."

"Any other candidates," Joey asked, watching her slowly unbutton her
dress.

"I suppose you could be referring to my present disarray?"

"Exactly."

"Are you complaining?"

"By no means.  I'd love to get even closer."

"Come on, but don't you dare touch me."

He came closer, kneeling in front of her.  He could smell the sweet
muskiness of her sex oils, see the long, elegant purple lips of her
sex pouting, glistening with moisture as she stroked them slowly with
her long graceful fingers.  He looked up at her.  She was smiling,
having unbuttoned the last of her dress's buttons.

"Joey, would you do something for me?"

"What?"  He watched her push the dress off her left shoulder, then off
her right, letting it fall across her arms to her waist.  Her small
perfect breasts looked so suddenly exposed, the tan lines a stark
white against the brown of her body, the brown tips vulnerable but
hard.  It was all Joey could do to resist touching her.

"So what did you want?"

"Well, when you take my mother tonight -- you are going to fuck her
again, aren't you?"

"God how you talk, Terri.  That's not my plan."

She pointed to his penis.

"This guy's the one making the plans, whether you know it or not.
Besides, my mother hasn't been this happy in years.  My step-father's
just barely even there.  Wouldn't you be doing what's best for both of
you anyway?"

He blushed, thinking of the ravenous look in Ramona's eyes that
afternoon as she'd said, "Anything you want baby."  That meant
anything.  He was highly aroused at that moment, and it wasn't Ramona
he wanted.  Nor was it Jackie, though he had always assumed he'd have
been with her in time.  It wasn't Alice, at least not yet, not until
he'd had his revenge, whatever that was.  No, he wanted Terri, and he
wanted her as he'd never wanted anyone before.  She was such a tease,
sitting with her dress completely open now, naked underneath, slipping
her fingers into her pussy, asking him to do something kinky with her
mother.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Take her here in the kitchen.  I want to see, and if you do it here,
I can see from the patio."

"Yeah, but what's in it for me?"

"What do you mean?  You'll get everything you need, have your little
thingy milked, and then away you'll go, a happy man."

"I don't think so.  I like your Mom, for one thing.  If something's
going to happen, it will, but I'm not going to do anything to make a
show for you.  At least not unless you're giving up something.  The
other night, for instance, you were visible to me, masturbating and as
sexy as anything I've ever seen.  You made me come, you know.  So
maybe if you were going to be there, where I could watch you getting
off, maybe then it would be worth it."

She was stroking herself more rapidly now.  He grabbed her wrist.

"Don't waste it.  I'd assume you mother and I will linger over coffee
in the kitchen, so who knows what will happen?"

Terri looked him in the eye, licking her fingers and then touching
herself again.

"I wonder if she would let you blindfold her?"

"God, you're dirty," Joey said.

"You mean I'm wicked.  But I'm also dirty, so I'm going to take a
shower myself and get ready for bed.  Now don't you relieve yourself
before my mother gets back."

"And don't you relieve yourself in the shower."

"What difference does it make to you?  If I just go to bed, won't it
be the same, being with my mother."

He didn't say anything.  It wouldn't be the same at all, he suddenly
realized.  He liked her mother, but it was Terri he wanted.

"It would not be the same."

"Oh?  I'm pleased.  I didn't think it would be.  I like to think that
performers like being watched.

She stood, yawning and stretching, knowing he was watching, knowing
she liked being watched almost as much as she liked watching.  She
winked at him and then spun around, her dress swinging high, giving
him a parting shot of her ass and her sexy walk.

He didn't have to wait long before Ramona returned from her bath.  She
was dressed in a ankle length, white terry cloth robe.  On her feet
she wore frilly mules with two-inch heels.  Joey's eyes followed her
around the kitchen.  She loved the way he managed to catch every
movement, loved knowing that underneath the robe she was wearing
something that would make him drool.  She would wait for the right
moment to show it to him.

She had prepared lasagna and bread and salad for dinner.  She had a
glass of red wine for herself and offered one to Joey, but he
declined, accepting a glass of iced tea instead.  She put the bread in
to bake while they sipped their drinks, she leaning against the
counter near the bar, he sitting at the head of the dinner table.
Before the bread was quite finished, Terri returned.

She pranced barefooted into the room and bent over the table to take
the newspaper.  Little was concealed from Joey's eyes. She wore a pair
of pajamas that must have been four years old.  Made of light cotton,
they were a mixture of pastel blue and pink.  The top didn't reach her
navel, and it did little to cover her otherwise bare breasts.  The
bottoms were stretched very tight across her ass, and there was a
slight tear in the leg near the crotch. She took one of the bar stools
and began reading, her legs spread and aimed right at Joey.  Her mound
was only made sexier by the insubstantial cloth.  She buried herself
in the newspaper and ignored the conversation between Joey and her
mother.

Mrs. Claxton ignored her as well, but Joey couldn't.  He kept up his
end of the conversation, having to do with the power of literature, or
words, but he was also under the power of an image.  He knew it was
important to look a person in the eye, so he did his best to keep eye
contact with Mrs. Claxton, but he kept finding the sight of Terri's
long legs distracting him.  He was drawn again and again to her
crotch, to trace the cloth covered lips of her sex with his gaze,
again and again, each time as if discovering something new.

"Granted, words have their power," he noted to Ramona, "but images --
sights and sounds and tastes and smells -- are also powerful and even
more immediate.  They say a picture's worth a thousand words, so what
would a live image be worth?"

Though she tried to hide it, Terri's ears perked up at the mention of
"live image."  Joey noticed.

"Live image?" Mrs. Claxton prompted.

"If it's a still life painting, for instance, it's not exactly a live
image, regardless of the name.  Your interest is aroused, but it's not
moving, and its possible movements are very limited."  He noticed that
Terri took that moment to scratch her thigh near her crotch.  "With a
movie, you have movement, and the first time you see it, you have the
illusion of limitless possibilities.  Your interest again is aroused,
but if you view it more than once, the possibilities become much more
limited because you know what's going to happen."  Terri pulled the
tear in her pajama bottoms slightly, exposing more of her white thigh
and a glimpse of her bush.  "If it's a live image, a play for
instance, or even better, real life, then anything can happen.  In the
play, of course, the action is supposed to be the same every time, but
it's not, and anything could happen.  With real life, depending on the
person, literally anything could happen."  Terri pulled the tear
aside, completely exposing herself to Joey.

Just as her mother was turning to see what could be distracting Joey's
attention, Terri pushed herself and the stool over, falling to the
ground with a scream.  She landed on her back, giving her head a hard
whack, and lay with her legs spread, her cunt clearly visible.  Mrs.
Claxton rushed to her child's side.  Terri was awake and seemed OK,
but she complained that she'd got a cramp in her thigh, that the cramp
had actually caused the fall.  She couldn't move, and she cried out
each time her mother tried to move her.

"Well your pajamas are torn," Mrs. Claxton said, covering her child
with a hand towel.  "Now, we can't just leave you lying in the floor."

"When we get cramps on the swim team, our coach massages it out," Joey
offered.  "I think I could do it."

"You could do it?" Terri asked, her innocence totally feigned.  "Do it
to me then."

He bent down and began massaging her thigh, long strokes up and down
the muscle.  She groaned as if she'd really had a cramp, but she
hadn't.  Still, Joey's hands felt wonderful, releasing waves of heat
through her body.  He worked closer and closer to her crotch, and when
Mrs. Claxton went to get Terri a glass of water, he put his hand
beneath the towel and brushed his fingers across her sex.  He let his
middle finger slide in.  He groaned when he found her soaking wet.
She cried out in pain when he did it, so he returned his attention to
her thigh.

"Perhaps you could carry me up to bed?  Mom, couldn't I eat upstairs?"
Mrs. Claxton actually liked the idea, so as Joey lifted Terri into his
arms, she put together a tray of food, a dinner in bed.

Joey took Terri up, her knees across his right arm, her back across
his left.  She circled his head with her hands, and as soon as Joey
had his hands full, she dropped the towel on the floor.

When they got to her room, he put her on the bed, her head on the
pillow.  She stretched her arms above her head, reaching for the
posts.  Then she spread her legs in the same way.  She wouldn't allow
him to put the covers on her.  She began moving slowly, as if pulling
against the restraints, a recreation of the afternoon's tease.  Her
little top inched up, flashing her breasts as she twisted and turned,
and Joey couldn't help but be mesmerized by her juicy naked sex.

"Would you be man enough?" she taunted him.  He looked at her, at her
long sexy body, and he couldn't take it any longer.  He would find out
once and for all, damn the consequences.  He pinned her arms above her
head and forced his kiss on her.  She squirmed, trying to get free,
but he got up on top of her, pinned her with his knees.  She couldn't
move at all.  He backed off, still holding her arms.  He bent down and
kissed her breast.  He heard her breath catch.

"I could do it to you, if that's what you mean," he said, taking her
left nipple into his mouth.  She shivered and moaned.  "I could force
you to feel the pleasure you only tease yourself with now."  He bit
her nipple lightly and heard her whisper, "Oh God!"

He stood up and acted as if nothing had happened.  She now let him put
her under the covers.  When he was done, she looked up at him, an
expression on her face he'd never seen.  She was more beautiful than
ever, her face flushed and excited, her look tentative.  He smiled at
her.  She stretched and pushed the covers back so they just covered
the lower part of her body.  Her breasts were barely covered.  Now
Mrs. Claxton could be heard on the stairs, but Terri kept her arms
spread out above her head.  Joey watched her teasing him, then reached
down to pinch her right nipple.  She squirmed and gasped.  She smiled
at him, dropping her eyes when he noticed.  He knew what he would do
on Friday night.

Once downstairs, Joey and Mrs. Claxton -- Ramona!  She'd only allowed
him to call her Mrs. Claxton for her daughter's benefit -- had their
dinner.  Before serving him, she took off her robe, revealing a very
sexy outfit underneath: a lace body stocking, transparent enough that
he could see her breasts.  Below, she wore a short loose skirt, under
which he could occasionally see her stockings.  She managed to show
him, as she was serving him his dinner, that she wore no underwear.
He enjoyed seeing her, but just as much, he enjoyed the fine food and
her engaging personality.  They ate slowly, lingering afterwards in
conversation.  She invited him into the living room for coffee,
excusing herself for a moment.

When she returned, she was no longer wearing the skirt.  She'd removed
it to reveal all of the naughty body stocking.  Made of black gauze,
it enhanced rather than hid her body.  The collar was high, a black
shell, but the rest of it was translucent, showing off her exquisite
breasts with their hard nipples.  It became four straps around her
belly button, and those straps held up her stockings, also black nylon
with thick black bands at the top.  He bottom and cunt were completely
accessible.  She had put on a pair of black four-inch spiked high
heels.  Her walk was even sexier than before, Joey thought, as he
watched her carry a tray with coffee pot and two china cups.  She
placed it on the sideboard on the far side of the room.  As she poured
the coffee, she bent forward.  This put her ass just a yard from
Joey's face.  Her legs were long and more lovely than ever in the sexy
nylons.  Though she had a great tan on most parts of her body, her ass
was bright white, and it ma de her seem even more naked and exposed to
Joey.  He reached out to run his hands along her thighs.  He loved the
feel of the top of her stocking, of the sudden nakedness of her
thighs.  Next he palmed her ass.  She was an uncommonly beautiful
woman.

"You like?" she asked, rotating her fanny against his hand.

"God you're beautiful."

They sat and began drinking their coffee.  She teased him, crossing
her legs and revealing herself and then hiding herself again.

"I'm glad you like it.  I haven't felt this sexy in years.  I have
closets full of lingerie, but as far as I know, no man had looked at
me with lust in his eyes in years.  I've learned to take care of
myself, as you could see on Friday night."

"I'm just glad you didn't have me arrested.  It must have been a shock
when I fell out of the linen closet."

"It was like a dream coming true.  At first I thought your cock was
part of my fantasy.  In my fantasy, I brought a cock to the verge of
orgasm and then let it spill all over my face.  As I'd imagined the
cock becoming hard and swollen, the head crimson and dripping, you
were there.  Your cock was as I'd imagined it."

"And then I came."

"God, yes," she said, sitting in a wing chair across from Joey.  She
uncrossed her legs, baring herself to him, letting her finger trace
the wet lines of her sex.  "Could you remove your shorts, please?"

He did, his erection springing out.

"It was hot, your spunk.  When it hit me, that's the first thing I
noticed.  I opened my eyes so I could see the second burst more
clearly.  I wanted you in my mouth, and you stepped forward."

"Sorry about that.  I couldn't resist.  The look on your face --"

"No apology necessary.  Come hold me."

She stood, and he went over to hold her.  He put his arms around her
waist.  She put hers around his shoulders, and they kissed, long,
slow, wet kisses.  The whole time they kissed, Joey's hands explored
Ramona's exposed haunches, delighting in the feel of the smooth flesh.
He reached down in front to find her clitoris so swollen he could
stroke it without touching anything else.  It was dripping, and when
he first touched it, she began to cry.  He continued stroking it until
she was shaking on her feet, pushing his hand away.

"God you make me hot," she said.  "Fuck me now, please fuck me.  I'll
come again if you do."

She bent over and grabbed the back of the sofa.  He rubbed the head of
his penis all over her rear, finally stroking her clit with it.

"Please, Joey, stick it in me.  Fuck me, Joey."  Taking her hips in
his hands, he slid in the head about half an inch.  She pushed back on
him, jamming his cock all the way into her, finally making him sit on
the wing chair as she began writhing around on his prick.

"God, Joey, it feels so good.  Fuck me, Joey, fuck me."

He pushed her onto the floor and began slamming into her.

"Yes, fuck me.  Harder.  Harder."

He did, continuing to hurl himself into her even after she began to
come, even after her legs grew taught with her orgasm.  When she began
to build towards an orgasm again, she moaned his name.  Suddenly she
jumped off, turned, pushed Joey back on the chair, and took him into
her hands.

"Joey, oh Joey, I want you to come with me, I want you to spray that
hot spunk all over me.  Then stick it into my mouth."  She began
fingering herself and licking him, finally taking him deep into her
mouth, knowing him well enough already to feel when he was about to
come.  She brought him closer and closer, then pulled away, jerking
him with her right hand.  The first squirt splashed against her nose
and forehead, dribbling down to her mouth.  She licked at it.  The
second landed on her lips.  Thus they were slick when Joey pushed his
prick against their shiny surface, opening them.  She sucked the
remaining cum out of him, drinking it all, holding him in her mouth
and waiting for him to become small.  When he did, she let him slip
out of her mouth, kissing the shriveled head before he put on his
shorts.

"Will I ever see you again?" she asked.

He truly didn't know the answer.

"I didn't expect you to say anything.  I did want you to know something."

"Yes?"

"I think you're one of the best men I've ever met."

Joey felt a jolt of joy in his breast when she referred to him as a man.

"Also," she continued, "I am a realist.  As such, I made sure Terri's
protected."

"Protected?"

"Yeah.  She's on the pill."

Joey had no idea what she meant but the term "the pill," but he didn't
want to appear ignorant, so he simply answered that he thought that
was a wise move indeed.  He bent down to kiss her.  She took him in
hand, delighted to feel him swelling again, disappointed to feel him
backing away.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Clax-- uh, Ramona.  I really need to be getting home.
I have to get ready for graduation, you know, and I'm the
Salutatorian, so I have to write my speech.  It's tomorrow, and I
haven't written a word yet."

"I'm sure you'll do fine.  Terri doesn't have her speech ready either."

"Her speech?"

"She's the Valedictorian."

"Of course.  I knew that."

Joey didn't actually have to do anything about his speech.  He had a
pretty good idea of what he would say: in this day and age, June of
1965, graduation from high school would be a rude awakening: war,
racial strife, assassinations, drugs, you name it.  The choices
wouldn't be easy.  The speech would write itself.

No, he needed to get away so he could figure out why he felt so
confused.  He couldn't deny how much he enjoyed being with Ramona,
both for talk and for sex, but it bothered him.  What about Jackie?
What about Alice?  And most of all, what about Terri?

He laughed at himself as he walked home.  Why was he thinking about
Terri?  After all, Jackie was his girlfriend.

Things had changed, however, by the next time Joey saw Jackie.  No
longer was she teasing him.  No longer was she even finding him after
each class.  The Thursday schedule was very light, so they had plenty
of opportunities to spend time together, but she was simply
unavailable.  Finally, Terri found him solved the mystery.

"Joey, can you imagine?  Jackie got in trouble last night when her
mother picked her up.  Seems she smelled like raw sex when she got
into the car, so her mother told her that she had better not see you
again or she wouldn't get her trip to Europe.  I think her mother is
afraid the two of you might elope."

Joey said nothing.  He already knew that Jackie wouldn't be joining
him for the prom, and so far, he hadn't figured out exactly what he
was going to do about it.  He wanted to ask Terri, but he was afraid
she might already have someone else.  Not that the prospect seemed
likely.  Terri was known by all the guys as "The Ice Princess."  They
were pretty sure she wasn't interested in anything other than her
books.  Most predicted she'd end up a spindly old maid, schoolteacher,
probably a virgin all her life.  Certainly she would never be giving
any sex to any boyfriend, assuming she could even scare one up.  Joey
was amused at these opinions, though he'd held them himself just a
short while ago.  At any rate, he hated the thought of not being able
to speak with Jackie again.

On the other hand, he was glad to have a rest from the intense sexual
teasing Jackie had been inflicting upon him.  He spent the afternoon
playing basketball with the guys.  Tim Gulliver was bragging about his
exploits with Sonya Beal, causing envy in everyone.  Sonya was by far
the sexiest girl on the campus.  Even just watching the sensual way
she sauntered around campus would arouse most of the young men on
sight, and they all envied Tim.

All, that is, but Joey, who felt like he'd had enough for a while.  As
sexy as he knew Sonya to be, he was more interested in others: Jackie
and Alice and Ramona, of course, but for some reason, Terri, most of
all, Terri.  He couldn't get his mind off of Terri.  He didn't say
anything about his adventures, accepting the taunting of the other
guys, all of whom thought he should have done it already with Jackie.
He wanted to explain that it was not that simple, but he could see
they wouldn't understand.  Instead, he went home early and slept
early.  By the time Friday morning rolled around, he was a bundle of
excited anticipation.  He was especially surprised at how much he
looked forward to visiting Terri.

Before basketball, however, he had managed to find Jackie by her
locker, seen her long enough to give her a long kiss, to tell her
good-bye.  She promised to look him up whenever she got back, but they
both suspected this might be the last time they saw one another.  She
wasn't even planning to attend the graduation.

"My mother thinks you're dangerous," she explained, "so she's getting
me out of here as soon as possible."

"I'm not dangerous," he protested, but she patted his bulge and noted
that she wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer, and she really
did intend to save herself for her wedding night.

"So you are dangerous!"

"I'm sure your husband will be one very lucky man."

Of course, that meant that Joey still had two tickets to the prom and
no date.  He had a plan, however, and much of it hinged on how things
went when he went to visit Terri Claxton on Friday night.

In preparation for that, he stopped by a hardware store on his way
home from basketball.  There he purchased a length of soft velour
rope, designed to hold curtains.  This he cut into four ten-foot
pieces.  He also tied loops in their ends, using slip knots so that
they'd be loose unless someone pulled against them.  (Being a Boy
Scout came in handy after all.)  He also bought some of the coconut
oil he knew Alice liked (and he figured if Alice liked it, Terri
probably wouldn't object), some K-Y jelly, the kind of eye cover --
blindfold -- used to help one sleep on a bright night, and a four foot
soft cloth.  He doubted he'd need all of the supplies, perhaps not any
of them, but he liked to be prepared.  He put all of this, along with
his binoculars, into his Boy Scout backpack.  He stored everything in
his treehouse so he'd be able to leave without arousing his parents'
curiosity.

He had trouble sleeping that night.  He was nervous and excited about
his speech, nervous and excited about college, nervous and excited
about leaving home.  But most of all, he was excited about visiting
Terri because he was going to do the most daring thing he'd yet done
in life.


Chapter Nine

After the graduation, he had dinner with his family, and spent the
early evening playing basketball, getting himself well sweated.  He
came home from that, showered and shaved.  He dressed in a sleeveless
muscle t-shirt, his pair of Alice's panties (he knew he looked very
sexy in them, his penis clearly visible through the flimsy material),
a pair of tight blue jeans, and a leather jacket (the nights in
California being very cold).

He told his parents that he was going to take a walk and then retire
to his treehouse for the evening.  The prom was the next night, and
he'd already been fitted for his tux, so he was ready for the entire
weekend.  He then took as circuitous a route to Terri's as possible.
He didn't want her to be spying on him as he arrived.  In fact, he
hoped to arrive a bit early and sneak into the house, expecting to
catch Terri off-guard.

Walking the long way around, he approached the Claxton's house from
the direction opposite to that he'd normally take.  He carefully
pulled open their garage and was not surprised to find that there was
no car since Terri's mother had left to join her husband.  He let the
garage door down as silently as possible.

As he skirted the oil spots from the Claxton's two cars, he detected a
twinge of jealousy, and he wanted to slap himself.  Here he was,
hoping to seduce Ramona's daughter, yet he felt jealous that Ramona
could be with her own husband.  Do men have no limits?  Even as young
as he was, he could see that his appetite far exceeded his actual
hunger, and this, he already realized, was one of the great curses of
being male.  How could he ever reach a state in which he'd be happy
with a single woman?  Wouldn't he always want every beautiful woman he
encountered?  How would he ever be faithful to one woman?  Did that
mean he'd never be able to marry?  Would he eventually get to the
point that he didn't care, that he'd be as uninterested in sex as
Ramona's husband seemed to be?  Could those be the only two options?
Infidelity or impotence?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the sliding glass door
to the backyard opening.  He crept to the back of the garage and
peered out of the rear door.  He could see Terri, clad completely in
white, a long white dress (the usual old-fashioned look that Terri
wore to school), a cashmere white sweater, a white bonnet (huh?),
white gloves, white stockings, white socks, and white shoes, shoes he
thought of as little girls' Sunday school shoes.  Her glasses made her
look remarkably intelligent and untouchable.  He watched her scan the
back yard and then take a seat in one of the lounge chairs.  She
looked almost like a ghost floating to the chaise lounge.

He went to the door leading from the garage to the house and was
delighted to find it open.  He slipped in and very quietly made his
way up to Terri's room.  After removing the ropes, tying them to the
posts of the bed, and hiding them under it, he concealed his backpack
in her closet.  He then made his way back downstairs and exited
through the garage door.  Finally, he made his way to the wall and
jumped it.  He moved so quietly that Terri didn't seem to notice, and
when he stepped from the shadows, she jumped in surprise.

"You're good," she said, maintaining her cool although her heart
quivered and her stomach quaked.  She couldn't think of a word to say.
She tried not to look at the bulge between his legs, but she
repeatedly found herself looking away from it, away from his eyes,
away from him altogether and then somehow back at his eyes and his
chest and his crotch.  Her parents weren't home, and she suddenly felt
vulnerable: she'd never been alone with him -- or any man -- before.
And there was something a little scary about his outfit, the leather
jacket and too tight blue jeans and what appeared to be a lack of
underwear, something menacing.

What had she expected?  She couldn't have said. She certainly hadn't
expected him to wear something so rough, so dangerous, so provocative.
It excited and scared and mystified her all at once.  The jacket was
open, and she could see his torso through the thin t-shirt, his
muscled chest and the brown hair peeking over his collar.  She felt an
urge to kiss him there but feared he might reciprocate.  She
remembered how he had handled her mother, and she felt her knees
tingle, as if she would fall, though she was lying down.  She felt
herself melting, becoming warm and wet between her legs.  She began to
suspect that she might not be the person in control.

Though she didn't realize it yet, the person who was going to control
the evening was now standing by the pool and looking her over,
wondering why she should have dressed so chastely.  Still, she was
beautiful, and in fact, she knew how to dress herself to best effect.
The contrast between her virginal appearance and what he knew to be
her teasing personality made her seem sexier than ever.  The fact that
she was so covered up also made him more curious to see her, more
eager to see whether he could get her to remove her glasses or any of
her clothing, even just her sweater.

"Do you always dress up so to use your telescope?" he asked.  He could
see her blushing furiously.

"No," she answered, regaining control, "I'm usually wearing little or
nothing."

"So tonight you dressed up for me?"

Again she blushed, but she was also ready with an answer.

"No more than you dressed up for me."  He felt himself blush a bit.

"So shall we go up?" he asked, offering her his hand.  She took it
long enough to get up from the lounge and then spun away from him,
dashing to the screen door.

"Catch me if you can!" she said as she entered the door and closed it
behind her.

Joey reacted calmly, strolling to the door and quietly letting himself
in.  He crept through the house as quietly as possible, mounting the
stairs slowly and listening for any sound of Terri.

That he didn't hear anything was due to her having settled down on the
bed to consider her second thoughts about everything.  When her mother
was home or when Jackie was with him, it was fun and safe to flash
herself at him.  Now they were alone, and though she'd planned to
tease him and had even dressed carefully for the part -- knowing that
her white dress was nearly transparent, that when she removed her
sweater, he'd be able to see the chocolate brown of her nipples
against the whiteness of her breasts -- even though she'd prepared for
the usual taunting behavior, it was all much more perilous now.  What
if he got out of hand?  What if she couldn't control him?  What if he
decided he would control her?  These thoughts caused her to shiver,
though whether it was with fear or excitement, she couldn't have said.
Maybe a mixture of both.

When he entered the room, she jumped up and crossed to her telescope.
She had a tall stool in front of it, and she sat on it, hooking the
heels of her shoes on its highest bars and letting the soft folds of
her dress fall between her legs.  She looked so beautiful that Joey
could barely keep himself from trying for a kiss right then.  He could
see that she'd been lying on the bed, but she evidently hadn't noticed
the ropes, or else didn't care to mention them.

"Let me scope out this evening's action," she said.  "I have a few
regular stops on Friday, and the first should be ready about now.  I
think you might even know her.  Sonya Beal?"

"I've seen Sonya."

"And lusted after her in your heart, no doubt."

"You'd think I were dead if I hadn't.  You've seen how she dresses,
how she walks around campus.  But that's all right.  She's Tim
Gulliver's girlfriend, and he can have her."

"Is that what he says?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let me get them in view.  You'll see that he's just her victim, or so
I'm guessing, again tonight."

"It's warm in here," Joey said as he took off his leather jacket.
Terri felt a thrill run through her.  Partly it was because Joey was a
beautiful man, shown in his best light in the sleeveless t-shirt.  But
more, it was because his removing his jacket was her signal to remove
her sweater.

"You're right," she said, acting as calm as possible.  "I think I'll
remove my sweater as well."  She did, but she turned her back on Joey
as she did, dropping the sweater onto the bed without letting him see
her chest.  She then put her eye to the scope and began scanning the
backyards within her view.  Joey approached her from behind and let
his hand slide down the length of her back, verifying that she wore no
bra.

"Ooh, that feels good," she said, squirming away and slapping lightly
at his hand.  "Too good.  Here, I've got our subject covered, so let's
get the show going."  She slid off the stool, turning her back on
Joey, who took her place.

He put his eye to the lens. It took him a moment to realize what he
was seeing, but when he got it focused, he was amazed at what he saw.
It was Sonya Beal's bedroom, though he couldn't determine that from
the first look.  The curtains were wide open, and Tim Gulliver was
sitting on a chair near the bed with his hands behind his back.  He
was talking -- in fact, Joey could have sworn he was begging --
towards a corner of the room that he couldn't see.

Suddenly Sonya came into the scene.  She was wearing a very short
green dress, so short that Joey could see she was naked beneath it
when she bent over in front of Tim, not quite close enough for him to
kiss her, though he tried and got slapped.  She put her hands on Tim's
face, as if to soothe the place she'd just hit.  Joey was entranced by
the beauty of her plump tanned legs, the bright white of her ass, the
red hair of her love nest.  The hair was at least as red as the hair
on her head, which surprised Joey since Sonya was a brown-eyed red
head, and he'd always assumed she was actually a brunette who'd
colored her hair.  Tim reached for her again, and Joey saw a man's
hand knock Tim's hand away.

Suddenly a tall, very muscular man with greasy black hair stepped into
the scene.  He was wearing only a pair of skimpy swim trunks with a
truly gigantic bulge.  He was the type of man all the kids called a
"greaser," with his oily black hair piled high on his head, slicked
back in a duck tail, and a tatoo on his arm that probably said
"Mother."  Joey couldn't be sure because the man wouldn't stand still
long enough for him to focus in on it.  Sonya went to the bed, hiked
her skirt and lay back with her legs spread.  Tim was squirming as he
watched.  The greaser pointed at Tim, causing Sonya to jump up and
bend over in front of him again.  When his hand came up to attempt to
touch her, the greaser took it and slipped a handcuff onto it, pulling
the arm behind the chair.  The greaser completed the process with the
other arm, pinning Tim's arms behind him.

Sonya meanwhile flashed herself at the window -- Joey had to think she
was doing this on purpose, and he even wondered whether or not she
knew about Terri's telescope and watching habits -- and opened Tim's
fly.  The head of his hard penis sprung from his fly, pointing
straight up.  She pulled his balls through the metal teeth or the
zipper, leaving him otherwise completely clothed.  Finally, she lifted
her skirt again, turned her back on him and sat on his lap, jamming
herself against him, making Joey wonder whether she was actually
impaling herself on his rigid pole.  After grinding her fanny against
the crotch of her ecstatic victim, she got up and returned to the bed,
lying back with her legs spread, her beautiful red snatch pointing
straight at the window.

Joey hated to see the cruelty of what happened next, but he couldn't
take his eyes off the scene.  The greaser went to the far side of the
bed, pulled down his trunks, and dropped a tremendous penis directly
onto her face, right in front of his struggling friend.  The penis was
larger than any Joey had ever imagined, and the amazing thing (to
Joey, at least) was that it wasn't even hard.  Joey was aching just
from watching, but the man was right there in the room with his limp
penis lying on Sonya's beautiful face, and it wasn't even hard.  It
didn't lie there long before Sonya took it into her hand.  She began
licking its head.  As she did, she would pause to look at Tim, to
stroke herself and wave her pussy at him.  Then she laughed and
returned to her enthusiastic sucking.  The penis slowly began to grow
until it was so long that Sonya could hold it in two hands and still
lick the head.  Joey estimated that it was as long as a ruler, but it
wasn't very hard.  Soon she was  jerking on the long spike with both
hands, its head slipping into her mouth with each stroke.  Though the
man's penis had grown longer, it never seemed truly hard.  Joey
wondered how he could possibly enter her.

He didn't have to wonder long.  The greaser came around the bed pulled
Sonya to the near edge of it, as close to Tim as possible, her legs
spread completely, her pussy inches away from his face.  The greaser
slapped his half rigid penis against Sonya's bush and then let her
take over.  She began stuffing the penis into her snatch, inch by
inch.  Though it didn't appear to be very hard, the penis went in.
She then let the man rub his pelvic bone against hers, squishing
himself against her clit, until she began to come.  When she did, he
pulled his penis from her and began jerking on it.  She got up on her
knees and kissed the head.  It erupted, spilling the sperm all over
her face.  She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she
could.

When the greaser had finished, her face was covered in come.  She got
off the bed and bent over to force a kiss on Tim.  Though Joey could
barely believe his eyes, Tim began licking the come from her face and
kissing her back.  She lifted her skirt and began to slip her cunt
lips over the head of his penis.  Soon she was riding up and down on
the Tim's very stiff prong, and Joey could clearly see her enjoying
the feel of it, her head thrown back, her knees bent as she hopped up
and down.  She undid her blouse and let Tim lick her breasts, or so
Joey assumed, since all he could see was the hem of her green dress
flying up and down, revealing flashes of her ass.  Suddenly she got
up, and within an instant Tim seemed to be screaming as he came.  Joey
was sure the orgasm was not satisfying.

"Wow," he said as he took his eyes away from the telescope.  He found
Terri lying on her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.  Her
hands were behind her head, and he could clearly see her brown nipples
through the white guaze.  He could also see that she was wearing very
sexy white panties.

"She can tease him that way for hours.  I don't know whom I pity more,
Tim or the greaser.  At least Tim can get it up."

Joey was surprised by what she said.  He was still adjusting his
opinion of her.  Until just a couple of weeks earlier, he'd assumed
she was as proper a young lady as he was ever likely to meet, "The Ice
Princess," as all the guys put it.  She'd been the valedictorian, had
given a serious speech on the graduation being the first step of a
long journey towards a destination none of them could name.  He'd been
certain her speech had bettered his own.  Indeed, everything about her
was serious and correct.  At least, it always had been.  Now she
seemed to have plenty of knowledge about an area he was just
discovering.

"Do you mind if I have a look around for myself?" he asked.

"Sure, go ahead."

He scanned the valley, looking for a familiar landmark.  He was
dismayed to find such an obvious one: the pine stand in which he'd
built his treehouse.  He could see the glowing blue of Alice's pool
quite clearly.  Had Terri witnessed Alice's adventures with the
crewcut?  Had she been witnessing Alice exercising by the pool?
Swimming?  Rubbing herself with suntan oil?  Rubbing herself to
orgasm?  Or did she watch only at night?

He looked away again, finding her lying in the same position as before.

"When do you see more, at night or in the daytime?"

"Daytime's OK for the view -- you can really see well in the sunlight
-- but nothing much ever happens.  At night, you can set your clock by
Sonya, and there are a couple of others who are worth checking late in
the evening."

"What was the sexiest thing you ever saw during the day time?"

"Are we playing dare?"

"No, just making conversation."

"You mean you're finished with the telescope?"

"I didn't say that, but it leads to certain follow up questions, or
don't you take questions?"

She turned her head to look at him.  She was very excited, feeling
that delicious tingle that precedes doing something very daring.  She
could barely control her breathing, though, and she wanted to keep
herself calm and in control.  Unfortunately for that plan, he was
turned around on the stool and looking her right in the eye.  She
could clearly see that he was still aroused, probably from the teasing
he'd just witnessed.

"Nothing much, really.  Just the usual pool sex, though I don't watch
enough to catch it too often.  I have noticed that several women like
to sunbathe in the skimpiest of outfits while having their pool
serviced.  I don't think the pool boys mind."

"I doubt it.  How skimpy?"

"Naked, sometimes, but I don't think that's all that sexy.  Lots of
women seem to enjoy sunning their backs with tops off while their pool
boy sweeps the pool.  They'll even sit up to give him a flash now and
then."

"Do they ever get lucky?"

"I saw it happen once.  This woman had to be looking for something to
happen, though.  She was wearing a negligee, reading letters of
something.  She wore nothing underneath, and you could clearly see her
breasts and the hair of her vagina.  She spread her legs so he could
see her sex, or that's what I think anyway, so the pool boy undoes the
top button on his cutoffs.  Other than that, he wasn't wearing
anything.  Once the button was open, the zipper began coming undone.
She was in a chaise lounge near the pool, and when the zipper was
about half done, he'd worked his way up to that part of it.  He faced
her, but with his back to me.  He was working, and I imagine his
cutoffs weren't hiding much.  She looked up at him and then lowered
her gaze.  Suddenly she reached up to touch him.  He immediately
dropped the pool broom and put his hand on her sex.  She dropped her
letters and pulled him from the shorts.  You can imagine the rest."

His cock was aching.  For one thing, Terri had a beautiful voice, so
proper.  As she spoke, she also communicated the wickedness of her
story by the way she told it.  She was sitting up now, leaning on her
left elbow and looking him right in the eye.  He could see through the
filmy fabric of her dress, and her breasts -- brown nipples making a
stark contrast to her very white tan lines -- taunted him, making him
wish to push her back and unbutton her dress.

"Is imagination enough?"

"What?  What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you need more than imagination to receive pleasure?  You
like to watch, you like to touch yourself, you like to tease, but you
don't like anything to happen?  I mean, really happen?"

"Maybe I haven't met a man who could make anything happen, really."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean someone who's willing to take a chance."

Joey stood up and stepped towards her.  Her eyes were now just inches
away from his crotch, and his bulge was obvious.  She bit her lower
lip.

"You mean someone who would do something risky?" he asked.

"Or dangerous."

"Are you serious?"

She paused.  She knew she was going to start something if she answered
in the affirmative, but she also wanted to know whether Joey was as
brave as he seemed.  If not, she would control him.  She looked him
straight in the eye, her expression grave.

"Dead serious."

He bent forward and removed her glasses, thrilled that she let him.
He folded them and stored them on the desk top.  He turned and smiled
at her.  She looked back, a taunting smile in her eyes.  And then it
happened.

Before she realized what he was doing, Joey had fallen upon her,
pinning her shoulders beneath his knees.  He quickly slipped one of
the ropes around her right wrist, pulling the slip knot tight.  While
she was still realizing what he'd just done, he put her left wrist
into its knot.    He then adjusted the tension against the legs of the
bed so that her arms were pulled as widely apart as they'd comfortably
go.  Next, he scooted back, pinning her legs and soon capturing them
in the ropes he'd prepared for them.  Suddenly she was straining
against real restraints, but her eyes were no longer mocking.  She was
breathing fast, and Joey could imagine that her heart was pounding
hard in her chest.

It was.  She was as excited as she'd ever been in her life.  She was
partly scared -- did she really know Joey as well as she thought she
did?  Was she about to be hurt?  Her parents were out for the weekend,
so there was no way to call for help.  What if Joey were some kind of
violent pervert?  She couldn't help but reflect on all the worst
possibilities implicit in her restrained circumstance.  On the other
hand, she was in a position she'd dreamed of being in, as a fantasy
anyway.  Now it was all too real.

"Listen," Joey said.  "You taunted me by saying that you didn't think
I'd be man enough to risk doing something like this.  I'll return it
to you.  I bet you're not woman enough to take it.  I want you to know
you can get out of it.  Easily.  If you want me to stop, just say
'uncle,' and I will.  But I bet you're not woman enough to take all
the pleasure I plan to share with you.  I think you're all mental,
afraid of real life.  A tease who hates to take her own medicine.
When you agree with that, just say 'uncle.'"

"Uncle?"

Joey began to release her left wrist.

"No," she said before she could catch herself.  She was barely able to
breathe, realizing that this was truly it, the moment she'd engineered
herself.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Then, with
careful deliberation, she said, "Don't stop.  I am every bit as real
as you are."

He backed away and sat on the stool, staring down on his eager
captive.  He could barely believe how beautiful she was, her chest
heaving, her face flushed with excitement, her nipples poking hard
against her skimpy dress, her waist slender, her hips gently rounded,
the white outline of the sexy panties and tan lines visible through
the skirt of the dress.  The hem of her skirt had risen past her
knees, and her legs looked very seductive in the white stockings,
short white socks and white church shoes.  Joey reached out and pushed
the hem of the skirt higher, past the thick white band at the top of
her stockings until it was just concealing her panties.  He bent down
and kissed the inner thigh of her left leg, thrilled by the feel of
the white nylon.  She shivered and pulled against the ropes.  He moved
higher, past her stockings.  He kissed her softly and then gently bit
the flesh of her inner thigh and was pleased to hear her moan.

He knew that she loved exposing herself to him, so that didn't seem to
Joey to be the kind of thing that would cause her much discomfort --
or excitement.  On the other hand, he wanted to be able to tell
whether or not what he was doing was getting to her, so he pulled the
hem of her dress up to her waist, past her the tan line at her hip,
revealing the flimsy gauze of her sexy panties, cut so close that they
barely covered her bush.  Several of the hairs peeked out, in fact,
and Joey could feel his hardness increasing as he looked at the way
the fragile fabric was stretched over the mound of her sex.  He could
see the shape of her pussy, the long lips and even the place where he
hoped her clitoris would emerge.  She was already getting wet, he
could see, though the spot was barely the size of a dime.  He bent
down and kissed her clitoris.

"Don't!" she screamed, pulling against the ropes.  He kissed her
again, this time pinching her with his lips.  "Joey, please!  Stop!"
He traced the length of her cunt lips with his finger, very lightly,
just hard enough to make them even more visible through the cloth.
She shivered and squirmed, pulling and twisting, but she didn't say
the fatal word.

"I'm impressed," he told her.  "Now I'm going to tell you a little
story, see how it affects you.  But first, I need to get a bit more
comfortable."

He removed his pants, careful to leave Alice's panties in place.  They
barely contained his hard penis, and they were so transparent that he
was certain Terri could see him clearly.  He could see that she was
fascinated by it.  He left the t-shirt on, though it barely reached
his waist, just covering his belly button.  He knew his muscles looked
good beneath it.

"I'll let you touch it if you're good."

"Yuck!  No way!"

"We'll see if you don't beg for it."

He came closer, climbing onto the bed.  He suspended himself above
her, moving his crotch along her legs, barely touching them with his
bulge.  She tried to wriggle out of the way, but it only caused the
contact to be greater.  He moved higher, soon suspending himself just
above her crotch.  All he had to do was drop his hips three inches,
and the hard knob of his cock would be pressed against the contour of
her dampening notch.  He rutted in the air above her, noting that she
was incapable of taking her eyes off his stiff joint.  Then he climbed
on his knees closer to her face.  She began to thrash, moving her head
from side to side, trying to avoid contact, but he didn't force
anything, letting himself pause just inches above her mouth,
straddling her chest with his knees.

"Wouldn't you love to taste it?" he asked.

"Please, don't make me.  Please!"

"I won't," he said, and then, just under his breath, "At least, not
yet."  He was sure she heard him, and he took it as a good sign that
she made no comment.  He pushed himself as close to her face as he
could without touching her and held his place.  She was perfectly
still, looking but not looking, afraid to say anything lest she tempt
him to force himself against her face.  He pulled himself out of the
thin material and stroked the length of his member for a moment.

"God you make me horny, Terri!"

He waved his penis just above her face, and she watched as if
mesmerized by it, though she did everything possible to avoid contact.
Little did she know that Joey had no intention of making contact.

"I better stop before I have an accident," he said, putting himself
back into the panties and getting off the bed.  He was pleased to see
her eyes follow his crotch as he stepped back from her.  He pulled the
stool from the telescope closer to the bed, placed himself so that his
cock was at exactly her eye level.  It was so hard that its head
extended above the elastic of the waist, nearly touching his t-shirt,
pointing at his belly button.

"For someone who acts so disgusted by the male member, you can't seem
to take your eyes off it," he started.  He noted that she looked away
for a moment as soon as he said that.  "Of course, touching me with
your gaze is an entirely different matter than touching me with your
hand or your lips or or your tongue or your sex.  To be honest, I'm
not surprised by that.  I'd always wondered how women could be coaxed
into sex at all.  I mean, the male form does not seem at all beautiful
to me, and it's hard to imagine that any woman would find it so."

He looked her over again, feeling the blood pumping in his temples
from his excitement.  Something was especially moving about her
crotch.  He was tempted to pull the panties to the side so he could
see her, but he knew it would be more effective after he'd finished
his story.

"I was raised to believe that sex was something that almost didn't
happen.  I mean, I couldn't imagine my parents doing it, though I knew
they had to have done since I'm here.  Still, I was taught to be
polite in everything, that it was rude and wrong to touch a woman," he
bent forward and lightly palmed her breast for a moment, "or to look
at her when she was 'indecent.'

"Which reminds me.  You will enjoy this better if you aren't
distracted by any thoughts."  Joey went to the closet and retrieved
his back pack.

"You dog!" Terri said, "How did that get in there?"

"I was a boy scout, so I believe in being prepared."

"But when?"

"Don't worry about it."

He pulled the blindfold from his pack.

"What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he answered as he climbed on the bed and straddled
her shoulders with his knees.  "Now be still or you might accidentally
touch the thing you claim to be so afraid of."  She remained still as
he put the blindfold on her.

"This way, you'll be able to imagine what I'm describing more
completely.  Now, where was I?"

"You were explaining what a prude you used to be."

"Right.  Thanks.  As a result of my 'prudish' upbringing, I was always
careful when I went out with Jackie, making sure she didn't have to
have any contact with my penis, even through our clothing.  I was
actually embarrassed when I had a boner, and I'd do anything I could
to conceal it from her.

"Then something happened that changed my life, changed everything.

"To begin with, I have a great tree house.  You can see where it is
through your telescope, though you can't tell for certain it's there.
I have it well enough camouflaged that you can't tell it's there from
the next house over.  And I know that's the case because of the lady
that lives there.  You should like this story, in fact.

"See, earlier this year, I saw her in her back yard for the first
time.  I didn't realize it then, but she's a tease.  That is, she
likes to exhibit herself to me, at least, and I suspect to others.
She would come out to swim in her pool wearing a short suit that had
no bottoms.  You could only notice when she stretched or swam, but you
can imagine how arousing it was.  I know you get off on the fact that
you have such a strong effect on men since you're as much a tease as
she."

"No I'm --"

"-- You know you are.  How can you even say you're not after the shows
you've given me during the past couple of weeks?"

"Yeah, but that was in a controlled environment."

"Oh?  So as long as you're in control, you're not teasing?"

"Well, sort of."

"How about now?" he asked, leaning forward and slipping his fingers
under the waistband of her panties.  She froze, saying nothing, so he
slid his hands along the inseam of the left leg of her panties,
pulling them away from her pussy.  He suddenly pulled his hands back.

"Ooh, it's all wet," he said, noting with pleasure how she blushed to
hear it.  He reached down to adjust her panties, leaving much more
exposed than before, though he couldn't see the lips of her sex.  He
licked his fingers.

"Very tasty.  I love the smell of you.  As far as I can tell, each
woman has her own smell, and there's something about yours that makes
my cock quiver."  He pulled the panties down below his balls, leaving
himself exposed and pointing straight up.  He pulled the blindfold up
to her forehead.

"See?"  He stroked himself a couple of times.

"I could come so easily now," he said, "but that would make a mess,
and I don't want to leave any stains on that beautiful dress."

"Oh no!  Not on me!"

"So I'll take it off before I let anything happen.  You can say
'uncle' if you've had enough."

She looked away in reply.

He started by climbing onto the bed and placing his legs on either
side of her chest.  His naked penis, tingling and hard, bounced above
her.  He reached down and began unbuttoning her dress.

"I'm glad you wore a dress that had buttons all the way down the
center.  Was that planned?"

Her face reddened in reply.

"Just a lucky accident, maybe?"

He continued unbuttoning the dress until he reached the belt at the
middle.  He pulled on the knot, and pulled it apart.  He then placed
his knees below her crotch and leaned forward, kissing her on the
forehead and letting his penis just graze against the wet spot on her
panties.  He licked her on the ear, causing her to shiver.

"Oh God, I can't stand it," she said, but he ignored her and bit her
on the ear lobe.  She began to quiver and moan.  He kissed her throat,
pulling the dress apart to do so but not exposing her breasts.  He
lightly bit her on the neck, causing her to squirm but not to pull
away.

"Is this making you as hot as it's making me?" he asked, returning his
attention to the smooth skin of her neck, the sensitive places on her
ears.  He kissed her eyes and bit her throat and pushed his tongue
into her ear.  Finally he pulled back and put a kiss right on her
lips, testing her with his tongue.  When he pushed against her lips,
they opened, but he went no further, lifting his head, delighted when
she lifted her head after him.  He pushed the bulging head of his cock
harder against the wet fabric of her panties, and he was thrilled to
notice her returning the pressure.

"Don't worry.  I won't fuck you until you beg me."

She pulled herself back immediately, as if just noticing that they'd
been making such intimate contact.

He straightened up and ran his hands along the inside of her thighs.
He then leaned forward to complete the disrobing.  He finished
unbuttoning the dress and then slowly pulled it apart, revealing first
her neck, then her breasts.  He paused a moment and leaned forward to
kiss her, concentrating his initial attention on her neck, then on the
swelling of her breasts, finally sucking first one, then the other of
her nipples into his mouth.  Her breathing was now racing and ragged.
He put his ear to her chest and could feel the rapid rhythm of her
heartbeat.  He took her left nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it.
She moaned, so he bit a bit harder.

"Oh God, that feels so good, I can't stand it.  Joey, please, have
mercy on me."  He lifted his head.

"Is that 'uncle'?"

She did't answer, so he took the other nipple into his mouth and gave
it the same treatment, first biting her, then soothing her by licking
and sucking on the proud teat.

He again pushed himself up and finished parting the dress.  He took in
the sight, the beautiful Terri Claxton, bound to the bed, wearing only
the disheveled dress, her tiny moist panties, white stockings, white
socks and her "Sunday school shoes."  Her small but perky breasts were
framed by her bright white tan lines, a stark contrast to the olive
brown of her stomach and neck and face.  Similarly, her tiny panties
were framed in white, making them look completely insubstantial.  He
drank in the sight with the thirst of a man from the desert, finally
looking her in the eye.  She was looking right back at him, the hint
of a smile on her face.  He kissed the wet spot on her panties,
pushing his lips hard against her erect clit.  She closed her eyes and
moaned.

He got off the bed and unleashed her left hand, pulling the dress over
it.  She didn't struggle as he put her back into her bond.  He climbed
onto the bed and leaned over her, letting his naked prick nearly touch
her face.

"You can lick me if you like."

"Joey!"

But she didn't struggle as he undid her right hand, finished removing
the dress, and rebound her hand.  He then replaced the blindfold.

"Lift your ass," he said, half requesting, half ordering.  She did,
allowing him to pull the dress away.  He put it into the clothes
hamper and returned to look at her.  He could imagine nothing more
lovely.  She lay blindfolded, her arms spread, her breasts so pale and
vulnerable he couldn't resist brushing the palms of his hands across
them.  How rubbery her brown nipples were!  They must have been
aching.  He waist was slim, her belly-button a delicate pit in the
flat plain of her stomach.  The tiny triangle of fabric comprising her
panties was utterly useless, revealing more than it hid.  It didn't
cover even half her bush, making her sex look more exposed than it
could have looked completely naked.  The wetness had grown to cover
almost all of it now, and Joey was tempted to remove it.  Instead, he
bent forward and kissed her from her belly-button down to the thatch
of black hair skirting the wet fabric.  She shivered and laughed.

"You're tickling me."

"And you love it."

"Please, Joey, I thought you were going to tell me a story or something."

"You're right.  For some reason, I'm easily distracted.  Is it the
sight of you?  The smell?  Is it the fact that I could have my way
with you at any moment, and there's really nothing you could do about
it?  What do you think?"

"I can't think."

"You mean you won't think, you're afraid to.  Fine.  Then listen.

"I got into the habit of watching my neighbor, of learning when were
the best times to catch her.  I bought a pair of binoculars so I could
see her closely, and soon I noticed that she would masturbate after
taking her swim and oiling her body with lotion.  I would watch and
try to time my orgasm to match hers.  I bet you've done the same."

She was silent.

"I take that for a yes.  Anyway, I managed to get a job baby-sitting
her child.  Her name's Elizabeth, and she's as cute a little girl as
you could imagine, nearly three years old.  She's a handful for the
first couple of hours, but by eight she's fast asleep.  Alice -- the
woman's name is Alice, by the way -- always has her bathed and fed by
the time I get there, so it's not hard work.

"Anyway, one evening, I'm baby-sitting and trying not to fall asleep.
I know I don't want to lose the job, but no matter what I do, I can't
stay awake.  Worse, I can't stop thinking about her, Alice, so I'm
half dreaming, half remembering what I've seen of her, and it has me
in a state of amazing arousal, much like now.  Would you like to feel
it?"

"Joey!"

"OK."  He walked to the head of the bed and began releasing her left hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Tactile aids."

"Huh?" she asked.  He now had her hand free, and she was struggling,
resisting his attempts to make her touch anything.  But she didn't say
the fatal word, so he forced her closer and closer until finally he
made her touch his penis.  She jerked her hand away, but he grabbed
her again and placed himself into her hand.  She pulled away again.

"It won't bite you!" he said.  "Or maybe you'd rather suck it?"

"Joey, please!  Don't make me."

"You know you want me to do just that," he said, again low enough so
that she could pretend she didn't hear it.  When she said nothing, he
put himself back into her hand.  He forced her hand against him and
let her go.  Immediately she quit struggling.  Her fingers curled
around the shaft.

"It's so warm!" she said.

"Feels hot to me," Joey answered.  It felt hotter to him as she began
exploring, first running her fingers along its length, then reaching
below to heft his balls, taking his scrotum into her palm and closing
her hand upon it, tugging gently, and then circling her fingers around
the shaft again.  She pumped it a couple of times.

"Is this how you jack off?"

"No, I have to use my own hand."

"Joey!  You know what I mean."

"It's a significant distinction, Terri.  I'm sure you know that."

"Well?"

"If you want to see a demonstration of the difference, keep doing what
you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm about to come."

Immediately she jerked her hand away.

"Take it again, Terri, and I'll tell you the rest of the story.  You
can hold it, can't you, without making me come?"

She took it again and gave it a couple of tugs.  Joey's breath caught
in his throat.  She stopped and squeezed him.

"It's like holding the gear shift of a car," she noted.

"Good analogy.  Just don't shift into high gear before you have enough
momentum to sustain it."

She laughed.

"Continue please."

"Anyway, I'm lying there on her couch, asleep, and suddenly I realize
someone's in the room.  But I can't make myself wake up.  And that's
not all.  She's got her hand on my leg, but I'm in a state of sleep
where I just can't make myself open my eyes.  Then she grabs my cock
in her hand, though my shorts.

"I couldn't believe it.  I thought no woman would ever do something
like that.  I woke up then, I can tell you,and there she is, more
beautiful than ever."

"Describe her!"

So he did, describing also as he did so the way she took him from his
shorts and danced for him, the way she knelt in front of him and took
his penis into his mouth.  When he said that he suddenly pulled away
from Terri, grabbed her hand and tied it back.

"Joey!  What are you doing?"

In answer, he crawled up on the bed and straddled her shoulders,
letting his balls brush against her chin.  She tried to move away.  He
ignored that and moved to her right, pushing his penis down and
brushing it against her mouth.

"You may lick it if you wish."

"No!"

"Open wide, Terri.  You know you're going to like it."

"No!"

But he continued, moistening her lips with the pre-come at the tip of
his penis.  At first she jerked her head back and forth, but before
long she let him brush the head against her lips.  He removed her
blindfold again.

"Maybe it would help if you could see it."

She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled down at her, keeping his
eyes on hers.  He then continued his story, concentrating on the way
he felt when Alice was looking up into his eyes as she was sucking him
off for the first time.  He explained how important the concept of
rudeness seemed to be to Alice, how rudely she'd sucked him, how she'd
even asked him to fuck her mouth.  All the while, he rubbed the supple
spike all over Terri's face and neck, always returning to her lips and
attempting to enter.  She let him put himself all over her.  He
explained how it had felt to melt into the mouth of the beautiful
Alice, the look of satisfaction and power he'd seen on her face.  As
he described this, he pushed the purple hood of his tingling cock
against her lips, forcing them open and jamming himself against her
teeth.

"I don't know why you're struggling," he obeserved.  "You know you
want to suck it."  She said nothing, just looking him in the eye as he
brushed himself from side to side against her teeth.  He could have
died a happy man then, he thought, as he surveyed the scene, the
lovely Terri Claxton spread eagle below him, vulnerable to his every
touch, her legs spread, her pussy so wet the tiny panties could no
longer hold it all, her tan marks making her look even more naked, her
breasts his helpless toys.  He noted that he finally began to be rude
with Jackie, that doing so seemed to have awakened in her desires he
couldn't have imagined she'd have.  He explained the slow process by
which he'd convinced her to let him remove her bra, to touch her quim.
As he did, he reached down and took her right nipple into his fingers.
First he pulled lightly on it.  Then he began to squeeze, noticing
that it -- or his story, or both -- made her hips move.  He thrust
against her mouth again a nd squeezed until finally she opened her
mouth and let the head of his slippery prick slide right in.  He
moaned.

"God, Terri, that feels so good."  He then slipped it further into her
mouth, noting that she'd closed her eyes, happily aware that her
expression was one of delight, not disgust.  He began moving himself
in and out, actually teasing her by pulling it away and noticing that
she wanted it back.  He brushed his hand across her breasts, pausing
to pinch her nipples every so often.  He slipped his prick in and out
again and could feel her tongue exploring him.  He let her lick him,
pulled away so she could lick the underside, put it back in.  He
finally began fucking her mouth, slowly, gently, reaching down to
squeeze her nipples hard and then harder and then as hard as he could,
noticing that she was growing more excited as he did so.  Now he could
fuck her mouth, literally rut against her.  He pulled out and bent
down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and then
biting it lightly.  She moaned and opened her mouth wider.

"Joey, please!"

"Yes?"

"You know."

"I know?  I know what?  Say it."

"Don't make me.  Just let me . . . "

"Say it."

"Let me have it!  Let me suck it."

"Suck what?"

"Joey, please stick your cock back into my mouth.  Let me suck it!"

He raised up and stuck his cock back into the moist warmth of her
mouth, letting him jam himself against the back of her throat.  He was
about to come, so he pulled himself back.  As he pulled away, her head
came up, as if she were a baby losing her bottle.  He put it back in,
toyed with her, took it out.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked.  She nodded.  He straddled her
body and kissed her.  She greeted him with an open mouth.  It was hot
and wet from his penis, feeling almost softened from having been
fucked by the fleshy rod.  They kissed madly now, sucking on one
another's tongues, biting their lips lightly, kissing and moaning,
pausing to kiss their faces.  All the while, Joey was squeezing her
breasts and pinching her nipples.  He put his prick straight onto her
pussy, restrained from entry only by the sodden material of her
panties.  It held, but barely.

"Oh, God, Joey, I've never felt like this before, God damn, I need
you, please, Joey, fuck me!"

Joey paused for a second and began to undo her leg so he could remove
her panties.

"No, Joey, just rip them off, please, fuck me now, let me feel you
inside of me."

He ripped the panties apart and paused to look at her.  Her pussy was
the wettest he'd ever seen, its lips spread.  He clit was very
swollen, a deep red knob standing proud above her wet pussy lips.  The
black hairs of her bush glistened, totally saturated with her horny
juices.  She couldn't stop the undulations of her hips, and she was
begging to be fucked.

"Please, Joey, do it now while I feel like this."

Instead he bent down and looked at her closely.

"Don't you want me to tongue your slit?  I've heard it has a
delightful effect," he teased, quoting her.

"Please, stick it in.  I want to feel it now, while I'm aching,
tingling, melting for it."

But Joey ignored her, licking her instead, letting the flat of his
tongue trace the path from her ass to her clit.  He then sucked her
clit into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around it.  Her hips
began to buck, so he took her ass into his hands to hold her and
squeeze her and feel the perfect flesh with his eager hands.  He let
his finger slip along the deep fleshy crack.  She was soaking wet, so
much so that when his finger chanced upon the rossette of her ass, it
slid right in.  Her body stiffened, she pushed himself against his
face, and she screamed, her scream announced her orgasm.

"Oh, God, yes Joey, yes, yes, yesss!"  He held her and continued
licking her and fucking her ass with his finger as she came and came
and came, and when she began to calm, he quit moving but kept her clit
in his mouth.  She tried to move away from him during that period of
heightened sensitivity following a woman's orgasm, but he wouldn't let
her get away.  When he sensed the time was right, he began sucking her
again, very lightly touching her clit with his tongue.  It didn't take
long before the muscles of her stomach and thighs were jerking again
with her building climax.  When she was on the very verge of another
orgasm, he stopped and pulled away.

"No!  Don't stop!"

He released her left hand (she was left-handed) and told her to
masturbate.

"Joey!  I couldn't do that!"

"You'd better.  You said you wanted to see it shoot.  Well, I'm going
to come all over you."

He began stroking himself.

"But aren't you going to fuck me?"

"Not while you're tied up."

"But I'm begging you!  Please, Joey, fuck me!"

He released her right leg, then began untying her left.

"Why are you doing this?  Don't you want to fuck me?"

"I want nothing more in this whole world, but I don't want you to be
tied up the first time we do it.  I want to know you're doing it
because you want to.  Besides, I don't have any protection."

"What do you mean?  I'm on the pill!"

"What's this 'pill'?  Your mother told me she'd got you on it.  What
is that supposed to mean?"

"Birth control pill, silly.  Don't you keep up with current events?
Now fuck me!  Now!"

He finished releasing her, and they fell together, her arms encircling
him.  She was excited, stimulated beyond measure, feeling so close to
him and horny and hungry for him.  She couldn't believe how she felt,
how fine it felt to be freed at last to hold him, to touch him, to
kiss him.  She felt his penis, the shaft of it finding her notch as he
rubbed its stem against the groove of her cunt lips.  He moved it
through the wet slit, rubbing the shaft against her lips and finally
pulling back.  She could feel the head of it finding her hole, and it
felt good.

"Oh, yes, Joey, fuck me.  Do it now."

He held himself up on his hands and looked down at her.  A more
beautiful sight he'd never seen, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her
nipples hard, her hands reaching for him.  He pushed himself against
her, felt the head entering.

"God, Joey, that feels good."

"It might hurt.  I've never done this with a virgin before."

"I don't care.  Just fuck me, please let me feel you inside me all the
way."

He pushed himself another inch in, feeling the tight resistence of her
hymen, feeling her hips jerking against him, her hands pulling against
the small of his back.  He pushed hard against her, unable to break
through, rutting in the limited space available.  Then he rammed
himself in, a muscular, rude thrust.  The thin membrane finally gave
in, and he broke through, burying his horny shaft in her warm wetness,
oblivious to the breaking of the skin as he felt the tight grip of her
cunt.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She answered by moving herself against him.

"The pain is exquisite!  Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Joey."

They began fucking, violently, passionately fucking, rolling over with
one another, kissing and squeezing and fucking, she scratching his
back and nipping his neck with her teeth, he pinching her nipples and
squeezing her ass and biting her ear lobe, until he could feel her
gathering climax again, before which he could hold back no more.  He
began spurting as she began screaming.  They came so long it seemed
the earth stood still, seemed the only light in the world came from
the sparks exploding behind their tightly clenched eyes.  They fought
through the wrenching climax and then lay in one another's arms as
their breathing slowly returned to normal.  Joey kissed her lightly,
delighted that she kissed him back.

"I love you, Terri," he heard himself say, not even realizing what he
was going to say until he heard himself say it.

"I love you, Joey," she answered.  "I love you so much."

They kissed for a while longer, and soon she could feel him growing
inside her again.  She pushed him over and straddled him, luxuriating
in the feel of her clit against the hard bone of his pelvis.  He
stockings were a mess, pushed down past her knees, probably ruined,
but she couldn't have cared.  She was discovering her power, not only
over his body, but over hers.  It was a rude awakening, sudden,
delicious, unexpected.  She began moving slowly on him, experimenting,
finding the sweet spot of his pelvic bone against her swollen clit,
feeling her way to another orgasm.  He stopped her by grabbing her
arms.

"One thing I have to know," he said.

"Anything."

"Will you go to the prom with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she answered as she began moving again.

They fucked and cuddled and talked and fucked again all night long.


Chapter Ten

Joey limped home in the deep darkness of the last moments before the dawn 
broke over the dusty eastern hills of his home valley.  He managed to get 
to his tree house and into his sleeping bag without arousing the 
suspicions of his family.  His father had always been an early riser, 
something he'd learned at Paris Island, and Joey knew he'd be up by the 
time the sun began to brighten the black sky.

Though he was so tired that he could barely walk, once he lay down to 
sleep, he found himself wide awake.  A huge smile wouldn't leave his 
face, and he felt intoxicated, woozy with a single thought, love.  He was 
in love, passionately in love with the most beautiful woman he'd ever 
met, a woman with an exquisite mind, a challenging personality, and such 
a sexy attitude.  The television of his mind was filled with images of 
Terri Michelle Claxton, Class Valedictorian, of her proud walk, of her 
intellectual glasses, of her old-fashioned garb.  He watched replays of 
the way she raised her hand to answer a question in class, of the 
confident manner she delivered a decisive remark in class discussion, of 
the way she had looked up at him when he'd removed her glasses, soft and 
vulnerable, of the way she teased, of her skirt in the light of the TV, 
of the hungry look on her face when he pulled his penis out of her mouth 
and left her craning to suckle it again.  His fingers were covered with 
the smell of her, and it gave him a start: he must take a shower before 
his parents got a chance to smell him.  He could have kicked himself for 
leaving Terri's without thinking of that detail.

And then, without realizing he'd even fallen asleep, he was roused from a 
heavy slumber by that all-too familiar sound: the scraping of the pool 
broom against the side of Alice's swimming pool.  He tried to turn over, 
to dive back into the safe warmth of sleep, but the sound grated and 
intruded and refused to give him peace.  He had to know.

He retrieved his binoculars before he even went to the window.  At first 
he could see nothing, having trouble locating the source of the sound 
with the binoculars, but then he found him, old flat top, cleaning up 
slowly, while Alice did her stretching exercises.  She was dressed in a 
pale blue T-shirt, blue socks and tennis shoes -- and nothing else, 
clearly revealing the delicate curves of her ass, the nest between her 
legs.  The sight hit him in the stomach with a wave of nostalgia and 
aching pain.

He was reminded of this very same sight, this very same moment, happening 
earlier that spring, and it seemed a life time away.  He'd been so 
innocent, so child like, so . . .  He didn't know what to call it, but it 
suddenly seemed to him that he'd lost something utterly precious whose 
worth he hadn't even noticed until that very moment, when he saw Alice 
stretching for the sky, lifting the loose end of her T-shirt, revealing 
her slick thighs, her hairy sex, her firm ass to him.  How innocently 
aroused he'd been the first time he'd seen this.  Now he felt sad, 
aroused, but sad.  Is this man's fate?  He couldn't stand it.  He was in 
love, wasn't he?  Yes, he knew he was in love, ecstatic with love, crazy 
with love for a woman whose unique precious soul he'd penetrated, a woman 
just as precious to him his very life.  Yet his penis was thick with 
blood, hanging hard to the left in his shorts.  He knew he would have no 
trouble walking over to Alice's to tell her that he'd finally "made it 
with someone his age."  And he could have played it right, maybe, and 
probably fucked her right in front of her poor flat-topped victim.  Even 
the thought, flashing through his mind, hit him in the crotch, helping 
him grow fully hard.  What good was love then?

The first time he'd seen Alice stretch in just this manner, he'd been 
moved so deeply that he was sure he was in love.  He'd had lustful 
thoughts, but he'd sanitized them by imagining he was in love with Alice. 
 He'd thought it was real love.  And when she seduced him, when he saw 
her looking up at him for the first time while licking the length of his 
tingling penis, he thought he was in love.  But now he knew that wasn't 
it, that she'd been right all along to make sure he'd "made it with 
someone his own age."  In doing that, he'd discovered love, real love (or 
so Joey believed, anyway).  Could it be he was in love with two women?  
No, he wanted only Terri.  But he was still moved by Alice.

He looked away suddenly, his face burning.  Was he only an animal, was he 
only being moved by the blind forces of nature?  Biology, he thought.  
It's like watching birds mate or something.  You can't look away.  And he 
couldn't.  He found her in his binoculars again and watched her stretch 
for a moment.  Her beauty grabbed him in his stomach, and he ached to 
have her.  Biology.

He was so moved that for several moments he just stared at Alice, 
forgetting all about the flat topped man, but eventually it penetrated 
again, and Joey turned his attention to the near side of the pool.  He 
was dressed in a green plaid skirt (a kilt?) with a sash of some kind 
draped across one shoulder and tucked in at the waist.  Joey was sure the 
man was naked underneath it, aching with arousal at the teasing he was 
getting.  But he didn't seem to mind as he attended to the chores, his 
eyes only leaving Alice long enough to orient himself.

Joey watched as the man finished cleaning the pool and began trimming the 
grass at the edge of the patio with a pair of hand shears.  The man 
walked about on his hands and legs doing this, and Alice took advantage 
of his position to pull up his skirt and take hold of his penis.  She 
bent forward as she did this, pointing her wet fur and shiny cheeks in 
Joey's direction, and took the man by the balls from behind.  The man 
nearly collapsed with obvious pleasure.   Joey watched until Alice pulled 
off her shoes and socks and jumped into the pool.  The man resumed his 
work, his bright white haunches left exposed and shining in the midday 
sun.

Joey put the binoculars away and went in, sneaking past his mother to the 
bathroom, where he shaved and bathed, washing himself thoroughly, half 
aroused, a silly smile on his face, standing under the warm spray 
thinking about Terri, feeling clean and joyful.  He stood so long that 
his mother knocked on the door and asked if something were wrong.

He turned the water off and pulled the drapes aside, calling, "No, Mom, 
nothing.  By the way, I'm taking Terri Claxton to the prom."

"That's nice," she answered, and he wanted to laugh.  Did she have no 
idea of the gravity of his announcement?  He wanted to tell her again, 
but he held it.  His was not a family given to sharing emotions.

He spent the early afternoon working on the car, cleaning it far more 
thoroughly than his father had ever required.  He wanted it to be 
perfect.  He even waxed it twice.  Later he took a long hike in the hills 
above the housing tract.  He thought all of the scary thoughts young men 
think when it's time to leave home.  He thought of working and school and 
uncertainty and love and marriage and his parents and himself even, just 
Joey.  He even thought about whether he should start making people call 
him Joe instead of Joey.  And in all these thoughts he had but one 
thought: Terri Michelle Claxton.  It was torture.  Finally the afternoon 
ended, and he showered, donned his tux, and bid his parents good evening.

Terri greeted him at the door, all in black: high collared, full length, 
black lace and velvet, lace on the top, velvet below.  She also wore 
black lace gloves that ran from her elbows to her hands, leaving her 
fingers exposed, slender and brown with red nails.  They seemed wickedly 
naked to Joey.  She wore heels, he noticed, though he couldn't see them. 
 They made her seem she was only three inches shorter than he.  He kissed 
her forehead and offered her a corsage of orchids.  They began teasing 
one another as he helped pin it on her.  She wore no bra, and the lacy 
material clung to her shape.  He put the corsage down on the end table 
and surveyed the sight.  Rather than pull the material away from her 
breast, he allowed his hands to roam about them, as if studying the 
terrain.  She laughed.

"Are we going?  Or should we just stay here?"

"We're going!" he said, and with that he quickly pinned the flowers above 
her heart.

They had a first rate meal at Beefeaters and then drove to the school to 
attend the prom.  The gym had been remade, the ceiling covered in old 
parachutes, the walls covered with paper covered with a mural suggesting 
a castle, complete with dungeon.  Camelot was the theme.  That meant that 
the band, which specialized in covers of The Rolling Stones, The Dave 
Clark Five, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Peter and the Hermits, the whole 
Mersey Beat thing with an occasional dance hit thrown in, this band of 
seventeen year-old wizards would play "The Impossible Dream" when the 
queen of the prom was crowned and about six more times after that.

Joey thought the theme especially appropriate for him.  He was very 
proud, amazed in fact, to be with Terri Claxton.  She was an impossible 
dream, his impossible dream in so many ways.  He would never have 
imagined it happening just two months before.

Upon arriving, they wandered around, looking at all the kids but at no 
one in particular.  They had no idea what a spectacle they made.  Each 
was considered a brain, and their being together was a shock.  Everybody 
had thought Joey was going to come with that cheerleader, Jackie Rhodes. 
 That led to speculation regarding Jackie's leaving town and what 
possible role the current pairing could have in that.  (Imagine what 
stories you could write using the imagination of uninformed peers!)

Once the dance began, they danced every dance, teasing one another.

"I see you wore no underwear, Joey," she whispered into his ear as she 
pushed her thigh against his crotch.  He could feel himself trapped in 
the left leg of his pants.  It was almost painful but it turned him on 
and seemed wickedly rude.  He pulled her closer.

"Well neither did I," she said.  He could feel her stockings as they 
brushed across his thighs, across the sensitive trapped cockhead.  He put 
his hand into his pocket and righted himself and then put his arms back 
around her at the small of her back, pulling her into him, slipping his 
length against the groove of her sex, with all discretion so it seemed 
they were only dancing close.  In the dark, he let his hands slide lower 
and take the firm flesh of her rear, squeezing quickly and pulling 
himself against her.  The friction had them both very hot.

But Joey was in for yet other rude awakenings.  They had danced and 
kissed and teased one another for the first hour.  Then everyone paused 
for the crowning of the queen of the prom.  Joey couldn't help but think 
of Jackie as he watched Amy Rand being crowned with Helena Mendez, Janice 
Stiles and Vicki Popper, her court, standing nearby.  Jackie had always 
loved this kind of thing, loved competing in it.  As he thought that, he 
pulled Terri closer, letting his hand lie in the neutral area of her 
stomach as he held her from behind.  He felt again how lucky he was to 
have "awakened" before he'd married Jackie.  How Terri excited him!  She 
kept contact, light but never still, between her right hip and his hard 
burden.

Everyone clapped as the honors were bestowed, and then Joey saw something 
that made him blush and feel suddenly very guilty: Tim Gulliver and Sonya 
Beal were heading straight for them.

Tim was more handsome than ever, and it was easy to see why he was 
universally regarded as the best prize on campus.  He was a six four, two 
thirty, very-fast-four-forty football player, a great running back and 
voted most likely to succeed by his class.  Not that he would succeed in 
the class room itself, but everyone agreed that in his case that made no 
difference.  His athlete's body did wonders for his pale blue tux with 
black trim.  He looked to Joey like a powerful cat of some kind, huge and 
graceful, and he moved well in the suit, which fit him perfectly.

Sonya, on the other hand, looked as if she would burst from hers if she 
were to take a deep breath.  She wore a pale blue peasant's blouse with 
deep cut neckline and slightly opaque material cradling her breasts and 
showing every subtlety of their curves and proud nipples.  Below, she 
wore supple blue leather britches and black leather boots with four inch 
heels.  The ensemble looked sort of like a period piece for Camelot, so 
the principal let her wear it, but Joey figured it had to have been 
purchased down on Sunset Boulevard.  Sonya had a pigeon-toed walk that 
needed no help in being sexy.  She also had a figure the like of which 
had to inspire that song, "So Round, So Firm, So Fully Packed."  She had 
a large mouth with thick lazy lips and very blue eyes, and to top it off, 
she wore her hair in ringlets held back by pale blue ribbons.  Her make 
up was perfect, her lips red, her eyes blue.

Joey couldn't help but think of what he'd seen through the telescope.  
For some reason, it really turned him on to be so close to Sonya.  
Everything about her was sexy.  Joey's throat grew tight, and he knew he 
couldn't possibly say anything.

"Well, if it ain't a couple of real virgins," Tim said, offering Joey his 
hand.  Joey shook, but still couldn't say anything.  Terri had no trouble 
with speech, however.

"Nice to see you again, Tim," she said as she shook his hand.  "You look 
lovely tonight, Sonya."  She took Sonya by the elbows and leaned forward, 
kissing her first on one ear and then the other.  As she neared the 
second ear, she whispered, "Just say 'sluts'."  She then leaned back and 
said, "If we're virgins, what are you two?"

"Sluts!" Sonya said so simply that everyone laughed, Sonya most of all, 
who laughed and laughed and even slapped Terri's hand.

"That's impressive, Sonya," Terri said, "isn't it, Joey?"

"Know thyself," he heard himself say.  And Sonya erupted in laughter 
again, causing the others to laugh as well.  Then the music started, 
"Ferry 'Cross the Mersey," and they all had to dance.

As Joey and Terri danced, she gave him no mercy, practically dry humping 
him on the floor.  He did his best to keep up, letting his hands roam in 
the dark of the dance floor.  Often they kissed, and once, when they 
broke apart, Terri leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "I want you to 
seduce Sonya Beal."  She had poised herself so that she could feel his 
penis twitch as the sense of what she'd said sank home.

"What?" he said, attempting to pull back.

"I know you want to," she said, "I am monitoring the peter meter, after 
all," she noted, taking him in her hand for a minute with a bold sudden 
move.  "And I love you, Joey.  I want you to.  And I want to watch.  In 
the same room.  And I know you're hard for her, that you want to do it."

He didn't know what to say.  He wanted almost to laugh.  It seemed like a 
trap.  If he said yes, then she could accuse him of not really loving 
her.  If he said no, he would miss out on a sexual experience few people 
get to have and risk getting her mad at him to boot.  It was crazy.  But 
he didn't want to share her in anyway.

"No, Terri.  I'm not doing that."

"Joey, please."  He walked away.  "Don't be so upset.  I still love you. 
 I just like to watch."  She took him in her arms, pulling him close.  
"I'm different, Joey.  I'm a child of a new age.  Can't you see that?  
You know, it's almost the age of aquarius," she said, eliciting a laugh. 
 "Besides, she's on the pill.  You knew that, didn't you?"

"Figures," he said, still unsure.  Finally, he decided to get more 
information.  "How am I supposed to bring this about?"

"Easy.  You dance with her.  And be rude.  As Alice taught you.  She 
can't resist.  She's wet for you already.  Can't you see that?"

"No!  Besides, what about Tim?"

"Two things about Tim.  First, he joined the army on Thursday.  Didn't he 
tell you?"

"What?  Really?"

"He's all gung-ho about it."

"Yeah, but he's an athlete."

"He's had enough of that.  He says he wants to see what life is all 
about.  He believes in this country, period.  He thinks we have to draw 
the line on Communism before it gets to Australia.  He's a serious guy.  
You don' t really know him."

"But he could go to college on a football scholarship, Terri.  Play for 
anybody."

"He doesn't want to go to college.  Besides, it's not as easy as you 
think to get 1-A.  He's checked."

"You seem to know a lot about him."

"We're friends, silly."

"Really?  How could that --"

"-- He's in writing lab.  I met him there, helping him pass English.  
He's a lot smarter than people think.  He just never learned how to 
express it."

"What's the second thing?  Don't tell me you want to do him while I'm 
doing Sonya."

"No, silly.  You're the only man for me.  I want. . . uh, I don't know 
what I want exactly.  But I want to be watch while you fuck her."

"When?  How?"

"Then you'll do it?"

"No.  What's the second thing?"

"I'll let him tell you.  Now work your magic on Sonya."

"No.  Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," she said, kissing him and walking off to dance with Tim. 
 Sonya suddenly appeared at his elbow.

"Joey?"

He offered her the traditional dancing position, but she swatted his hand 
away, put her arms around his neck, and leaned against him.

"Aren't you going to hold me?" she asked.  Joey resisted for a moment, 
then put his arms around her, keeping himself at a chaste distance.  She 
was several inches shorter than Terri, and he had to lean forward.

"C'mon, Joe," she whispered.  "Hold me!"

So he did, felt her full round softness mold itself against him.  He was 
lost the instant she started, first lightly kissing his fingers, then 
letting her hands roam all over his pants, under his tux.  God it made 
him hot, made him feel trapped and exposed.  He suddenly realized his 
hands had wandered to the nether regions of the soft leather pants.  It 
felt almost like her skin must feel, Joey thought.  She dared several 
times to pull her hand up between them, letting her fingers traverse 
length of his arousal through the thin material, palming him and rubbing 
and pausing to squeeze the rod and force sudden gasps from him.  He tried 
to push her away, but she was persistent.  The band rolled together 
several slow songs while they danced.  By the time they'd finished, she 
had kissed his neck and his ears and his cheek and his nose and his lips. 
 He'd always thought her lips looked liked Mick Jagger's, but he'd never 
imagined how sexy they could be.  She kissed his lips, pressing her 
tongue into his mouth.  When the song ended, they were kissing deeply, 
and Joey was trying to stop.  He was flushed with a feeling of guilt.  
Sonya recovered, though, and led him over to Tim and Terri.  Immediately 
Terri slipped her arm back into Joey's and Sonya drifted towards Tim.

"I'm ready to relocate," Terri said.  "How about you, Joey?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I have some finger foods at home, ready just in case," she answered.  
"You guys want to come over?"

Sonya was enthusiastic, Tim reluctant.

"Give us a moment to talk about it," Tim said.

They walked away to talk in privacy for a moment, giving Joey and Terri 
a chance to do the same.

"You really are serious about this, aren't you?" Joey asked.

"Totally.  Aren't you glad?  Isn't this what every man really wants?"

He knew it probably was what every man wanted, what he himself would 
probably want, eventually; hadn't that been what worried him so much that 
morning when he saw Alice?  And part of him wanted Sonya even then.  He 
was aching from his balls to his brain through his heart for her.  But 
his heart ached most of all because he had always believed that once he 
was in love, he would lose all desire for other women.  Now that he 
actually was in love, he found it all very different -- or rather, all 
very much the same.  He was just as attracted as ever.  Sure he wanted 
Sonya, but something made him feel uneasy.

"I don't know.  I only want you, Terri."

"You have me, and you know you'll tire of that before you'd admit it.  I 
love you, you and only you.  That's all you ever need to know.  You know 
I'm doing this for you -- and for me -- for us."

"Where do you get all these ideas?"

"Maybe I think too much.  Maybe I read too much.  I don't know, but I'm 
alive, Joey, I'm young and alive, and I don't want to miss a minute of 
it."

He laughed, hugging her close for an instant.

"Oh, Baby.  I love you," he said, which she took as his agreement.

"Good.  Let's go!"

They did, arriving last at Terri's, finding Tim and Sonya leaning on 
Tim's car underneath the street lamp.  Joey was surprised to see that 
they weren't kissing.  He didn't get it.  Tim was the lustiest guy he 
knew, the only guy he knew for sure was even having sex, besides himself, 
that is, and his having it was just a fluke anyway.  But here was Tim 
with the sexiest girl Joey had ever seen, and he didn't even have his arm 
around her.  If it had been Joey there, Sonya would have been kissed and 
cuddled and touched.  Or so he thought as he got out of the car.

"What took ya?" Tim asked when they got out, offering Joey another hearty 
handshake.

"Nothing.  I just probably drive slower than you."

"Like the speed limit, you mean?"

"Like that," Joey said.  "Shall we go in?

Tim and Sonya looked long at one another.

"Nah, I better go.  I go to AFEES for my physical tomorrow, and I want to 
be rested up."

"You what?"

"AFEES.  Armed Forces Entrance Exam.  Didn't Terri tell you about it?"

"Just tonight.  You sure?"

"Yeah.  I can't be around this kind of stuff," he said, indicating with a 
broad wave of his arm the girls , who were wandering up the walk toward 
the front door, the car, she sky, even Joey.  "Know what I mean?"

"Sure, I guess."

They stood silent a moment, so Joey spoke.

"Good luck in the war, man."

"Hey, man, stay out of it if you can.  You got brains, man.  You got a 
chance."

Joey didn't know what to say, so he accepted yet another hearty handshake 
that turned into a surprisingly strong hug.  When Joey finally managed to 
pull away from Tim, he could see tears in his eyes.

"You all right?"

"Just a sentimental fool is all," Tim said.  "Take care, man."

He jumped into his car and then spun around, burning rubber in a huge 
black circle and skidding to a halt in front of Joey.  He slowly rolled 
down the window to speak one last thing.

"Hey, Joey, I uh . . .  I always admired you, man.  I just want you to 
know that.  You'll never know how much."

"Thanks."

It seemed Tim wanted to say something else, but he suddenly jammed on the 
gas and peeled off, tires screaming right through the stop sign.

He found Terri and Sonya in the den.  They were whispering something, and 
they stopped as soon as Joey entered.

"I don't think you need to worry about it, Sonya."

"He's just so . . . straight."

"What's going on," Joey asked, hurt to hear himself called "so . . . 
straight," though he could think of nothing in particular wrong with it.

"I asked Sonya if she wanted a drink."

"Yeah."

"And she said . . .  That is . . .  She said she --"

"I'd just rather burn this reefer is all," Sonya interjected, holding up 
a fat homemade looking cigarette.

"Reefer?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, marijuana."

"But that's illegal!  You could get arrested!"

"This guy's precious, Terri."

"Terri!  Have you, I mean, do you, that is, it's none of my business, but 
--"

"It's no big deal, Joey."

"But it's illegal!"

"So is everything."

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with it," Sonya said, a jaded smirk on 
her face.  She turned to Terri.  "I told you he was too straight."

"No he's not."

"Joe, Joe," Sonya said, as if lecturing a small child, "it's really not 
as dangerous as alcohol.  It's only illegal so they can sell alcohol.  If 
people could get this, they wouldn't want to drink."

Terri came over to him, slipping her arm around his waist.

"What do you think, Joey?  You won't get addicted.  It'd be something 
different."

"Different?  Oh, Terri, I don't know."

"I thought you were willing to take chances, Joey.  To do something 
dangerous."

Who knows what motivates a man at such a moment?  Joey could not have 
said.  But whatever, he decided he had to stay, had to see what was going 
to happen.  He would not be called a coward.

"Why not?" he asked.  "You only live once."

"Great.  Let's go out in the backyard.  I don't want the smell lingering 
around the house.  And we better get out of these clothes.  You don't 
want your tux to smell like pot, do you Joey?.

"Yeah, let's get comfortable.  These leather pants are burning me up."

"Why don't you come up, and I'll let you wear something of mine."

"I'm not as tall as you, Terri.  And I'm stacked, remember?"

Terri laughed.

"I like a challenge.  I have your shorts from the other night, Joey.  You 
can wear them and one of my T-shirts if you don't mind."

"The other night?" Sonya asked.  "I thought you guys were virgins."

"Close enough."

Joey flushed with embarrassment, and he couldn't figure out why.  Still, 
he followed the girls up the stairs only to be turned away at the door.  
Terri threw his shorts and one of her extra large T-shirts into his face 
and told him to meet them downstairs.  He wondered if they were planning 
on swimming.  It was a bit cool for shorts, but he certainly didn't want 
to damage the tux in anyway, and if it smelled like marijuana he was 
dead!

The shorts were baggies with wide legs, and he wore no underwear, which 
meant that he would be showing himself if he were not careful.  But he 
planned to be careful.  He hoped Sonya would leave before anything 
happened.  Then he could speak to Terri alone.  That's what he planned.  
In fact, however, the image of Sonya's hips, the thought of letting her 
see him, of how easy everything could happen, that thought wouldn't leave 
him and it turned him on.

The thought of smoking pot, on the other hand, scared him to death.  He 
imagined the cops coming to investigate the smell, the headlines that 
would appear in the Valley Examiner, what his father would say.  He could 
see no way out of the predicament, so he decided he'd participate but not 
actually inhale.  He hoped he'd be able to avoid addiction that way.

He went out to the pool, happy for the unusual cloud cover that kept the 
night from being very cold.  It was also darker.  He took a chaise lounge 
and set it in the middle of the other two so that he'd be facing both of 
them.  It was dark, so he didn't know what he'd be able to see, but he 
always believed in being prepared, just in case.

Just when he'd begun to wonder if he should go investigate to see what 
was taking the girls so long, the pool and night lights came on, and the 
girls emerged from the sliding glass door.  Terri was first, wearing a 
clingy pink halter top that barely covered the bottoms of her breasts, a 
very short pink skirt, and a pair of sandals.  Sonya followed, wearing a 
light orange sun dress that reached her knees and a pair of ballerina.  
As she passed in front of the low lights around the pool, he could see 
right through the dress, could see just how tiny her waist was, how broad 
and round her hips, how perfect her legs.

"Sorry about these slippers, Joe.  I know they ain't the sexiest, but 
those boots were killing me, and my feet need a rest."

Joey had no complaint, quickly adjusting himself and standing to greet 
the two beauties.

"I see the peter meter's kicked in," Terri said.  Joey shushed her, but 
it didn't matter.

"Here's the only joint I want to suck on,anyway," Sonya said, holding up 
the marijuana cigarette and taking her seat.  As she did, Joey could see 
her body to the waist as the light fabric of the dress caught like a 
parachute when she dropped into her seat.  Terri sat on the other side, 
with Sonya to her left, lifting her left leg so that he could see what 
Sonya couldn't, that Terri wore no panties.

Joey looked away, but now Sonya had her knees drawn up and together, 
exposing the undersides of her legs right to the secret place between 
them.  Joey could see the red nest as she leaned to her left, 
concentrating on lighting the joint.  As she did, she explained to her 
hosts how to smoke "the devil's weed," the importance of getting lots of 
air with it, "That makes you get off better," the importance of holding 
it as long as possible.

"It costs $10 an ounce," she noted, "so you can't afford to waste it."

Joey wondered how many cigarettes could be made from an ounce, but he 
kept the question to himself.  He also wondered if she had enough of them 
for all three of them.  But Sonya went on to explain that joints were 
meant to be shared, that one took a hit and then passed it to the next 
person.

With that she lit it and took a deep draught, passing it immediately to 
Joey.  He put it to his lips and sucked on it, pulling it straight and 
deep into his lungs (having already forgotten about not inhaling).  Boom! 
 He coughed so hard he almost dropped the joint.

"Don't be a such a dork, man!" Sonya said.  "You're letting it go out!  I 
told you to make sure you got lots of air with it.  I got plenty of 
reefer, so if this one don't get you high, I got more.  No need to be 
greedy."  She relit the joint and passed it to Terri, who carefully made 
certain to get a bit of smoke and a lot of air.  She then held her breath 
and passed the burning number to Joey.  This time he did it right, 
halting before he'd filled his lungs and then filling them with air.

They continued the drill until the joint had been exhausted.  Sonya 
offered the butt -- she called it a roach -- to Joey, but he didn't take 
it, not knowing what to do with it.

"You eat it, man," Sonya said, popping it into her mouth and swallowing. 
 "It makes you get higher."

Joey wondered about the obsession with "getting higher."  In fact, the 
main surprise for him was that he couldn't tell that anything had 
happened at all.

"You guys get off?" Sonya asked.

"I don't know.  How can you tell?" Joey asked.

"Well, it helps to have music.  Usually you notice that first.  You hear 
things you never noticed.  It improves the senses, see?"

"Enhances the senses, Sonya," Terri corrected.  "But does it enhance all 
of the senses?" she asked, parting her legs slightly and drawing Joey's 
eyes to her crotch.

"It also does great things for sex.  Makes a man last longer," Sonya 
said, taking her breasts into her hands and looking straight at Joey.  
"Makes your orgasm stronger.  Makes my nipples tingle just to think about 
it."

"I don't feel a thing," Joey said, absent-mindedly adjusting himself in 
his shorts.

"Looks to me like you're rolling a joint of your own," Sonya said.

Terri laughed.

"It's not the marijuana, Sonya.  He's always hot."

"So you're not high, guys?  OK, let's do another one."  With that, Sonya 
pulled out a joint from her purse and lit it.  About half way through it, 
Joey suddenly knew something was wrong.  Or right.  Or at least, very 
different.

"Wow!" he noted.

"Whew!" Terri offered.

"You guys got off, huh?  This is some decent Mexican, huh?"

For a long while they sat doing nothing.  Sonya let her dress ride up 
until Joey could see in the dim patio lights that the lips of her pussy 
were already glistening.  Terri had opened her legs completely, and he 
could see the familiar black tresses covering her cunt lips.  He looked 
from one to the other, feeling himself grow so hard he thought he would 
explode in his pants.  All three looked at one another, getting hornier 
and hornier.

They sat in the darkened silence for what seemed to Joey to be an hour, 
though it might have been ten minutes.  He had to admit that the effect 
of the drug was not unpleasant.  He couldn't believe how turned on he 
felt.  The whole idea of sex was new to him, and for some reason, the pot 
made it seem as if it were all brand new again.  He couldn't help 
following Sonya's plump brown legs up to her thighs.  Sonya seemed warm, 
and she kept lifting her skirt to fan herself.  That drew Joey's eyes to 
the fluttering skirt of her dress, especially when it flipped above her 
waist, showing him the dark spot between her legs.  She would lift it and 
fan herself and drop it.

If he turned his head, he got no relief.  Terri was watching him 
carefully, keeping her legs spread, keeping herself visible to him.  Now 
she was surreptitiously stroking herself with her right hand, keeping it 
hidden from Sonya's view with her left leg.  Joey could smell her 
wetness, and it made him wish they were alone.

He leaned back and stared up at the clouds.  They were moving, and 
occasionally he saw a break, letting the backdrop of bright stars shine 
through.  As he watched, he suddenly felt the strangeness of the 
situation hit him, that he, Joey Adler, was there in a back yard, high on 
pot, sitting with the two most beautiful girls at his school.  It hit him 
hard, and he felt truly wonderful.

"Beautiful," he said, which for some reason sent the girls into peals of 
laughter.  He caught the bug and began laughing himself.  Each time they 
nearly regained their composure, Sonya would repeat the word, mimicking 
him exactly, "Beautiful," and start them all laughing again.

"I guess you guys got high," she said once they finally finished 
laughing.  That started them again, and it took Terri's repetition of the 
line, "I guess we are," about six times before they caught their breath 
again.  By then they were feeling warm and close.

Joey looked around again, and like candy for his eyes, he found the sweet 
red spot between Sonya's legs -- she'd pulled the dress back and spread 
her legs so that her entire lower body was exposed -- and the pungent 
mystery between Terri's.  He felt himself shiver, felt the aching tingle 
in his penis, and he had to adjust himself.  Sonya watched him carefully.

"I don't know about you guys, but pot makes me horny," she said.  
"Besides, I haven't had any in the longest."

Joey tried to think how to ask about the greaser and Tim, but before he 
could speak, Sonya continued.

"I suppose you're wondering about Timmy.  Did he tell you what he was 
gonna tell you, Joe?"

"I don't know.  What?"

"He's such a big coward.  If he didn't tell you, then I ain't the one to 
do it.  Anyway, we're just friends."

Joey was mystified, but he knew it was best to keep quiet when ignorant. 
 Besides, she now had spread her legs even wider, placing her heels on 
either side of the chase lounge and fingering herself.

"I'm so wet.  I don't know if it's the pot or that big thing you've got 
poking at your shorts, Joe.  Care to take it out so us girls can get a 
look?"

"I'll help," Terri said, grabbing him by the obvious handle and holding 
him still while she unbuttoned his shorts.

"Terri, please.  I told you I didn't want --"

She put her hand over his mouth.

"Hush.  Just enjoy."

She then released him and pulled his shorts down to his ankles.  He stood 
and stepped out of them.  The cold air hit his hot flesh and he felt 
nervous and excited, wantonly exposed.  Sonya reached for him, but he 
pulled back.

"Joey, let her touch it!"

"No!"

"Then let her see you stroke it, at least.  I've been telling her how hot 
you are."  Joey was shocked, not having realized Terri and Sonya were 
acquainted at all.  He looked at his girlfriend, at her smiling -- 
mocking? -- eyes, but he couldn't keep his eyes on her as they were drawn 
to the activity between her legs where she was lazily circling her clit 
with the fingers of her right hand.

Joey took himself in hand and squeezed.

"Wouldn't you like to stick it into her mouth, Joey?"

"She does have the sexiest mouth I've ever seen," he heard himself say.

"Made for blow jobs, stud," Sonya said.  "Come on a little closer.  Let 
me at least get a look."

"Don't touch.  That's for Terri and Terri only," he said.

"You've got yourself a real sweetheart here, Terr," Sonya said, sitting 
forward to get a close look at the fleshy rod in Joey's hand, at its 
swollen head with drops of pre-come oozing all over it.  Joey couldn't 
help himself, walking over to her.  She put out her tongue, reaching for 
him with it.  He pulled back.

"So bashful!  That's sexy, Joe," Sonya said.  Terri started laughing, and 
soon all three of them were howling, snorting and sniggering so hard the 
it pushed him back down on the lounge where he hugged his sides as he 
tried to get his breath again.

"Please Joe, let me touch it."

This led to more laughs, but this time, when they regained their 
composure, it got totally quiet.  Joey looked from one woman to the 
other, felt the wicked urge in his loins, and knew he could not turn 
back.  He stood and walked over to Sonya, placing her between him and 
Terri.  He could see they were both watching him.  He stepped forward, 
letting himself loose, letting the springy prong slap Sonya in the face 
and then rubbing himself all over her face as she tried to catch him and 
put him into her mouth.  Finally she grabbed him with her hand and rubbed 
the taut skin of the head against her full wet lips.

"You smell great, Joe.  You ever let Terri get a smell of that?  Or does 
she even like men?"

"She likes to watch."

"Then let's give her a show.  Fuck me, Joe, fuck my big mouth, and if 
you're good, I'll let you fuck my cunt."

Joey pulled himself from her grip.

"If I'm good?  If you're good, you mean.  In fact, you're lucky Terri and 
I don't tie you up and make you come until you beg for mercy."

"Kinky!  Did you teach him this, Terri?"

"He's a natural, I tell you.  I didn't teach him anything."

"Let's get him," Sonya said, standing and pushing him.  He held his 
ground, but soon Terri joined in and he was plopped into the pool, 
pulling Sonya with him.  They flailed in the water before making their 
way to the shallow end.

Sonya's dress was now all but transparent, and she looked so sexy that 
nothing would have stopped Joey from grabbing her.  He pushed her against 
the side of the pool, lifting her from the water to set her on the edge 
near the steps.  He pushed her back so that she lay on the cement 
skirting the pool and lifted her dress.  Her legs collapsed, leaving her 
exposed, the lips of her sex split before him.  He leaned down and licked 
the pool water from the red pubes, licking until she was moaning, licking 
until her pussy was wet with slick saliva from her ass to her clit.  He 
then put the head of his penis against her and began teasing her.

"Fuck her, Joey.  Take her.  I want to see it!" Terri said.  But Joey 
refused to give them exactly what they wanted.  He took himself in hand 
and began polishing Sonya's wet clit with rubbery head of his cock.  She 
began moaning, calling his name, and soon the muscles in her legs and 
stomach were jerking.  He continued until she came, circling him with her 
legs and clenching so hard he wondered that she didn't get a muscle cramp 
from it.  She tried to force him in, but he broke her grip and swam 
backwards.

"What a tease!" she said.  "I think we should give him some of his own 
medicine!"

"I think we should dry off and go upstairs where we can get more 
comfortable," Terri said.

"Coming, Joe?" Sonya asked as she stood up, keeping her dress bunched at 
her waist in her hands, rutting lewdly in the cool air.  She had a round 
rump, full and ripe, and her movements in the air seemed to tug on him as 
if there were an invisible tie between her hips and his stomach.

"Not yet," he answered, causing them all to laugh crazily as they headed 
for the house.  Joey didn't bother to put his shorts back on as he tried 
to catch the girls.

They beat him up the stairs, and when he stepped through the door, they 
jumped on him.  Terri grabbed him by his balls and squeezed.

"Ouch!" Joey said.

"Don't move, then," Terri answered.  She squeezed again.  "Now lie down." 
 She urged him back against the bed, pushing him over.  "Sonya, pull that 
rope from under the bed."

"Rope?" she asked, stooping to look and squealing with delight when she 
found the rope Joey had left from the previous evening.

"Put it around his wrist."

"Terri, don't," Joey begged.

"Don't worry.  All you have to do is say 'uncle' when you're ready to 
admit you're not man enough to take all the pleasure Sonya and I are 
going to . . . inflict upon you."  She squeezed again, making sure he 
would not move as Sonya straddled his head, her wet muff just inches from 
his nose.  He could smell the deep, almost unpleasant tang of her sex.  
It was quite different from Terri's smell.  While he was lost in the 
aroma and the reaction it caused in his penis, Sonya bound his right 
wrist.  Somehow, without his even being aware, Terri had bound his legs.

The girls stepped back to observe their achievement.  Joey was bound, his 
legs spread, he erection tight against his stomach where it lay twitching 
in a puddle of pre-come.

"I'm not comfortable, Terri," Sonya said, pulling the dress over her 
head.  Terri got a towel and began drying her off.  Joey watched in 
amazement as the drying exercise turned sexy.  Soon Terri had dropped the 
towel and was pulling on Sonya's nipples.  She squeezed them hard, 
causing Sonya to drop to her knees.

"Oh, God, Terri, I'm so horny."  She pushed Terri's skirt up to her waist 
and grabbed her ass in her hands, pulling her cunt to her lips and 
licking the long slit with the flat of her tongue, a long slow stroke 
that caused the brunette to shiver.

"God, Sonya, that feels so good."

"Terri!" Joey screamed, literally screamed from the bed.  "What are you 
doing?  Stop that!"  He was filled with anger and shame.  He struggled 
against the bonds, trying to pull free, forgetting in his frenzy that 
pulling against his own knots would only make things worse.  Soon his 
hands were aching.  Sonya laughed, pushing Terri back on the telescope 
stool.  Terri kept her legs spread and let Sonya kiss and lick her for a 
while longer.  Soon Sonya worked her way up to Terri's nipples.  She 
removed the mini skirt, leaving her wearing only the short halter top and 
sandals.  Sonya and Terri linked their arms around one another and turned 
to look at Joey, who was squirming and screaming at Terri.

"I notice he isn't saying 'uncle,'" Sonya said.

"Believe me, he's tougher than you'd think," Terri answered.

As if to test her assertion, Terri took Sonya into her arms, watching 
Joey as she did so.  He became silent.  The girls began kissing, letting 
their lazy fingers stray over their haunches and breasts, pausing to 
squeeze the plump flesh of an ass or pinch an erect nipple or shine a wet 
clit.  Joey finally quit screaming, watching in spite of himself.  He was 
hurt and turned on all at once, hurt that Terri was not his and his only, 
turned on by the sexiest sight he'd ever seen.  He'd heard stories about 
homosexuality, but he had never been able to imagine it.  He wasn't even 
sure that what he was watching was really it.  All he knew was how 
aroused it made him to watch the girls kissing and touching one another.

"Let's fuck him," Sonya said.  "Do you mind?  I want him inside me."

Joey didn't like being referred to as an object, but he did want some 
relief, and he wanted to feel Sonya's red wetness slide down over the 
ache of his rigid sex.  And he wanted to kiss her large mouth again.  And 
touch her pert breasts, squeeze their large nipples.  He wanted it, and 
it was all the more delicious because he knew he was doing something that 
was very wrong, very forbidden.

"Be my guest," Terri said.  Sonya climbed onto the bed and straddled 
Joey.  He was delighted in spite of himself when she leaned forward and 
kissed him.  He kissed her back, hungry for her and wishing he could take 
her in his arms.  She rubbed her wetness against him, finally lifting the 
head of his prick and pressing it against the ooze of her sex.  She 
barely moved, but it seemed the heated hollow place pulled him in, bit by 
bit, until she was rotating her pelvis against him, jamming him as far 
into her as he could go, fucking him, but for her own pleasure only.  
Soon she was breathing heavily, jerking against him.  He looked over at 
Terri, who smiled back at him so sweetly it almost seemed all right.  She 
was sitting on the stool, her legs spread, her fingers a blur between 
them.  He turned back to Sonya, who was suddenly rigid, pressing herself 
hard down against him again and again and again.

"God, Joe, you're good," she said when she began to calm down.  She kept 
him inside, though she quit moving for a minute.  After a brief pause, 
she began moving again, and this time her climax came quickly.  She the 
got up and turned her ass to his face.

"I'm going to sit on your face, Joe.  Show me what you can do."  He 
watched the wet gash come closer, and met it with an open mouth and flat 
tongue.  Her taste was almost bitter, her smell pungent, but it made him 
hornier than ever.  She rode his face a moment and then let him suck her 
clitoris into his mouth.  He began bathing it with his tongue.  He was 
delighted when she began twitching against him.

Suddenly he felt something else.  It was Terri, climbing onto the bed.  
Then he felt the heat of her sex against his penis, felt her aiming it at 
her as she sat down, skewering herself upon his rigid stake.  She began 
riding him while he continued licking Sonya.  Soon Sonya was announcing 
another orgasm with screams and clamping muscles.

She raised herself a bit after coming, too sensitive for any touch.  When 
she did so, Joey could see that she and Terri were kissing again.  Terri 
was riding him, and she had found the rhythm that was going to make him 
come.  He didn't want to come, didn't like the fact that the girls seemed 
more interested in each other than in him, but he couldn't help himself, 
couldn't help feeling the pleasurable pressure building in his balls and 
making it seem the end of his penis would melt completely in Terri's warm 
wet womb.  Without warning, Sonya dropped her cunt back down on his 
mouth, rutting against him.  The movement was so suggestive that he felt 
himself pushed over the edge, felt his hips thrusting so powerfully they 
lifted Terri off the bed, felt his cock exploding as if it were a stick 
of dynamite.  He thrust and thrust and thrust, jamming himself into the 
furry dell, feeling himself dissolve into tingles and spasms and a 
pleasure too intense to measure.  He couldn't have said whether or not 
Terri came, but he could feel the tense muscles of Sonya as she ground 
herself against his open mouth and flat tongue, could feel the proud nub 
of her clitoris against his lips.

Eventually he quit coming, feeling as if he'd never come before.  Maybe 
this was what made kids want to become drug addicts, he thought, the idea 
flashing briefly through his mind.

Sonya leaned forward, pushing Terri back and off the wet prick.  It was 
still hard, still oozing.

"Let me clean this nasty thing," she said, taking his tingling flesh into 
her mouth and licking the juices from him, keeping him from wilting 
altogether.  At first it was too sensitive, and he pulled back, but she 
held him in her mouth waiting for just the right moment.  Then she began 
washing him with her tongue, sucking him, jamming him back into her 
throat, nursing him back to hardness.

As soon as she'd achieved that purpose, she grabbed Terri by her ankles 
and pulled her forward.

"Now let me clean up the mess he made."

She began licking Terri's slimy cunt lips, sucking the come from her, 
finally focusing on the fat bulb above her cunt lips, circling it slowly 
and gently until Terri began moaning and then screaming, her muscles 
jerking with her orgasm.  Joey tried to watch, but all he could see was 
Sonya's rear end as she leaned forward, her bare ass waving in the air in 
front of him, the crinkle of her asshole winking from between the deep 
fat cheeks, her pink pussy spread wide, her lips quivering as she moved, 
her red hair shining with the mixture of her juices and his saliva.  The 
sight taunted him, making him lift his neck in vain to reach her.

By the time Terri was pushing Sonya away, unable to take any contact 
during the oversensitive moments just following her orgasm, Joey was 
again as hard as ever.

"Let him loose, Terri.  I want him to take me and fuck me hard."

"Yours," Terri said, still recovering from the aftershocks of her climax. 
 She looked dazed.  It was the first time she'd had an orgasm while high, 
and she was amazed by the force of it.  Still, she stood and began 
loosing the ropes, leaning down to kiss Joey as she did so.  But he 
didn't kiss her back.  For some reason, he was filled with rage, a sexual 
rage, but a rage no less, and he wanted nothing more than to go back ten 
hours in time, to the innocent moments when he cherished her memory and 
believed he had found real found love.  And the worst was, he was in 
love, maybe more than ever, though he didn't like what was happening, 
couldn't even make himself think about implications, about what Terri 
really was.  All he knew was that he'd lost that perfect dream he'd had 
only hours before.

Sonya had never been fucked as hard or as long as she was once Joey was 
released.  He fucked her so hard they fell onto the floor and continued 
fucking.  She came seven times, which she announced when Joey finally 
finished, jamming himself into her so hard that he would be in pain for 
several days afterwards.  Finally depleted, he lay wet with sweat on top 
of Sonya, his breathing matching hers as it slowed.  Once he was calm 
again, he felt himself drifting.  He rolled over onto his side to lay 
against the carpeting of the floor.  He then felt sleep wrapping its warm 
arms around him.  He tried to resist for a moment, wanting to say 
something, to make a point, but he floated away, weightless.

He was awakened by some slurping sounds.  It irritated his sleep at first 
as he tried not to know what the sounds had to be.  Then he opened an eye 
and lifted his head to the level of the bed, seeing a flash of flesh to 
his right.  He closed his eyes again and lay back down.  Then he couldn't 
resist.  He quietly lifted up to look again.  The girls lay together, 
Sonya atop Terri, their heads buried in their crotches, making loud 
slurping noises as they licked one another.  They were so completely 
absorbed in their pleasant work that they didn't notice as Joey carefully 
tip-toed out of the room and found his way downstairs, where he got back 
into his tux and slipped from the front door.

He slept in his own bed that evening.  He wanted to take good care of the 
tux, and he didn't know what he would wear to bed if he had climbed into 
the tree house.  He took a quiet bath first, trying to wash all the 
disappointment off him.  He didn't even try to think.  He couldn't.

He slept without dreaming, waking when his father knocked on his door.

"Son?"

"Yeah?"

"This came for you yesterday.  I didn't want to ruin your night, so I 
saved it for today."

Joey took the envelope, knowing even before he opened it what it had to 
be: his draft notice.  He laughed, too hard, to loudly.  His father sat 
on the bed.

"I know this must come as a rude surprise, son."

It was a rude way to awaken, the rudest yet, but it was appropriate.  His 
father would never have let him avoid his duty.  And Joey believed that 
if called, he should serve.  His father had been a marine, after all, 
serving in the Pacific during the second world war.  All his life he'd 
known he would have to serve.  He just hadn't expected it to happen so 
soon.

"I think I'll join the marines," he said.  "I can do that, can't I?"

"I expect nothing less, Son," his father said.  "I'm very proud of you."

Joey rolled over after his father left the room.  He would make sure to 
say good-bye to Alice.  He owed her that much.  As for what to do about 
Terri, he wouldn't let himself think about it for at least a day.

This is the author speaking.  I know this is a bit of a disappointment.  
I'm sure you wanted Terri and Joey to live happily ever after, but it 
could never have worked.  Even if Joey hadn't been drafted, Terri had 
already been accepted at UC Berkeley, Joey only at UCLA.  They would soon 
have drifted apart.  He did go see her again, so in love with her that he 
didn't know what to do.  He knew love meant accepting someone as is.  But 
he hated it.  He wanted what he thought of as the American dream of a 
loyal wife and a house in the suburbs and peace.  It wasn't to be, not 
for Joey, not for most of his generation.

Oh, they vowed eternal love, vowed they'd find the impossible dream of 
love again once Joey got back from Viet Nam.  And they meant it, as only 
the young can mean anything, but by the time Joey had returned, he was 
another man.  If I wrote pornography rather than erotica, I might follow 
Joey to Viet Nam and describe in detail the violence and evil and death 
he passed there.  I might explain why Tim Gulliver never came home.  But 
I'm not capable of writing pornography, so someone else will have to tell 
that story.  I do know what happened to Joey once he came home to settle 
down in east Tennessee.  And I know what happened to Terri, who went to 
Berkeley for one semester before turning on, tuning in and dropping out. 
 But those are other stories.  This one is ended.

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Comments, complaints, suggestions, and criticism heartily solicited, 
urged, desired, begged for, etc.  Your comments are my only royalties!  

dagley@soho.ios.com


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