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Twins (family, inc)
by Anonymous Author
first published by TheEditor
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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
The Twins: And Mother and Teacher
Chapter 1
"Come on, Don Baby ... the boys won't see ... we'll go into
the garage!" Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husband's
sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style
house toward the garage.
"I don't know, Carolyn ..." Don Larsen hesitated at the
door, looking back toward the house where his two teenage boys
could quite easily be watching them. Carolyn was so impatient, he
thought to himself, almost too impatient for his tastes, and yet
he didn't really want to disappoint her. He was too much in love
with the girl for that! Still and all, you'd think she might be
able to wait until some decent time. Or at least until after the
wedding on the very next day.
"Come on, Don! Don't you want me as much as I want you?"
Don followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one,
almost a teenager herself, and Don considered himself lucky at
forty-five to have her.
"All right, Carolyn. Of course I do. You know I do!" He
was following her into the back seat of the car where the young
blonde girl had already arranged herself in the corner. "It's
just that ..."
But Carolyn's arm snaked out and upward, catching the older
man around the neck and pulling him close to her invitingly
reclining body. While her moist tongue thrust impetuously in
between his lips, her hands fumbled downward, reaching for his to
place them upon the already palpitating mounds of her naked
breasts. It was not difficult to reach the smooth silken skin of
Carolyn's voluptuous breasts, bare beneath the light summer dress
she wore. There they were right inside the low-cut top of her
dress, set high and full and tantalizingly firm in their beckoning
warmth and softness.
"Oh, God, Carolyn! You're so beautiful ... so exciting!"
"And you're wonderful, lover!" Carolyn replied, already
giving herself up to the delightful tingling sensation emanating
from Don's careful manipulation of her naked breasts. "Oh, that's
good! I like it like that!"
How long had it been since Don had felt a woman warm and
responsive in his arms? It wasn't the first time he and his
bride-to-be had made love. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth
time, and yet the widower still felt like a novice after the long
years without a wife, and only an occasional relief during that
time from the loneliness he usually felt.
And to think that tomorrow all this would be his!
Irrevocably his!
"Oh, Carolyn!" he cried. Already his thickening cock was
throbbing in lustful anticipation, knowing that Carolyn wore no
panties beneath her dress, already feeling her parted thighs
rubbing against him, slowly, sensuously. It was hot in the garage
and hotter still in the car. June in northern California was
usually not this hot, but there'd been a long dry spell and it was
almost as if this were Los Angeles, instead of San Rafael.
But the fresh air and the trees, apple and oak and redwoods,
fir and elm that surrounded Don Larsen's property all spoke of the
particular atmosphere in Marin County where he and his twin sons
had been living ever since his wife's death some years before.
The house itself was large and sprawling, designed by Don himself,
who made his living as an architect of good reputation in the
area. There was a great deal of wood in the house and a lot of
glass, and it was through the largest pane of glass at the side of
the house that the two boys now peered intensely.
"Yep, they went inside!" Bennie said with his usual calm.
"Of course they went inside! I told you they would, didn't
I?" Tim was irritable, as he was frequently wont to be.
Two small freckled faces pressed against the pane of glass
and two tousled shocks of blond hair could have been seen from the
outside, had anyone been watching. The twins looked almost
exactly alike, although a few years before neither one of them had
liked it very much, now they were beginning to enjoy it
thoroughly. Not only were they each other's best friend and
confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of pleasure
by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny
resemblance. At thirteen, Bennie and Tim thought themselves to be
at the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.
"They're doing it!" announced Tim. "I'm sure of it!"
"Let's go see!" cried Bennie. The boy's blue eyes flashed
with excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boy's freckles
were arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns
across their noses, only Bennie had a distinguishing extra freckle
on his right ear. But because they wore their hair at almost
shoulder length, this freckle was rarely visible.
"You bet!" replied Tim, and they were both scrambling out the
door of the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward
the garage.
When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls
for stealth, Bennie!" Tim whispered. "We can't make a sound or
they'll hear us and stop what they're doing!"
Tim was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him
being a few minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Bennie
replied. "Stealth it is!"
With exceeding care Tim pulled the garage door open just
enough so the two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening.
Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and sneakers without socks, they
looked the picture of wholesome American youth, but within their
cunning little minds the boys felt a strong determination to prove
themselves to be the very opposite of what they appeared.
"Listen!" Tim cautioned his brother, and they stood stock
still there in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of
the car came the unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.
"Do it to me, Don. Take me now, honey!" She was completely
naked and cramped in the confining back seat of the Buick; before
her Don, too, had removed the last article of his clothing, except
his shoes and socks, which he felt would take too long to put back
on. Carolyn knew that in moments she would be writhing in sensual
torment beneath her future husband, enjoying the wanton meeting of
bodies that had never failed to excite her beyond anything she'd
ever known, since the young girl's first complete experience at
fourteen in her boyfriend's playroom. She wanted to hasten the
moment as she now felt Don's heavy legs pressing hers outward, and
suddenly pulsing near her nakedly trembling belly, the fiery pole
of his lustfully swollen cock.
With one sudden movement, the blonde girl's long legs were
parted by the widowered architect's naked leg, and the smooth
rubbery head of his heated cock slid eagerly up between her
spread-eagled thighs until it bumped against the narrow cleft of
her sparsely hair-lined pussy.
Nearby, Tim and Bennie approached, and when they reached the
side of the car, they daringly peered into the back seat. There,
before their amazed eyes were the quiveringly hard naked buttocks
of their father, and below, the wide-spread silken thighs of their
future stepmother, separated by their father's thrusting body,
while Carolyn's slender calves gripped compulsively around Don's
back.
"CRIPES! THEY ARE DOING IT!" Bennie did not have to speak
the words, one look exchanged between the twins was enough to send
the shattering message back and forth between them. Wordlessly,
the teenagers looked back at the most lascivious sight their young
eyes had ever seen.
It certainly was going to make life more interesting, each
thought in his own way. Nothing in fact would ever be the same
again. And that was all right with them, considering the dullness
they usually had to contend with.
Inside the car, Carolyn chanted, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Her
heated cuntal passage ached for the hard length of Don's advancing
penis. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt
she would scream if he didn't hurry! Once more his excited
fingers were working steadily at the soft fullness of her breasts
which were swollen and filled with desire. That was all that
seemed to exist now of the former student at Berkeley--her
stinging breasts and the moistly secreting pussy that accepted the
hard blunt tip of Don's surging cock as it rubbed against her
straining young pussy slit. The increasing friction was almost
unbearable. Impulsively, the young blonde began pushing her hips
up higher and higher off the car seat, trying to get him to enter
her. But Don's sliding teasing cock continued to grace her
tortured gyrating pussy until Carolyn began to claw wildly at his
back, begging him in a raspy voice.
"Please ... Don ... please. Oh, God, please take me, take me
now!"
Outside the window of the car the twins again exchanged
glances and with bated breath returned their gaze to the lewd
encounter between their father and the twenty-one year old girl
who was soon to be their new mother!
The thick sleek head of Don's raging cock stopped its
incessant rubbing between his fiancee's fleshy cuntal lips and
slid downward, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread
vagina. As the older man panted a bit in expectation, his hands
slipped underneath Carolyn's long legs, drawing them upward so
that they splayed outward and nestled higher upon his back, her
heels digging in for support. He let his thick shaft part the
girl's sparse blonde pubic hair and insinuate itself into the
incredible wetness that surrounded her small pussy opening,
searching, burrowing, sliding.
Don's muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to
push, push hard against the moaning twenty-one year old, feeling
the softness of her vagina give way, the petal-like lips beginning
to open wide to admit his hardness deep, deep up inside her. The
little hair-fringed mouth between Carolyn's open, cream-white
thighs yielded willingly, and in one sudden thrust Don rammed
halfway up inside the girl's crazily trembling belly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH ... AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Carolyn moaned, her head
tossing from side to side, her fingernails trailing long red lines
along Don's naked back as deep within her contracting cuntal walls
she felt his heated hardness, the thick rigid cock of the man who
was going to marry her tomorrow.
It was good. It was very good. And the young girl thought
that once they were married, she would be able to turn Don into
quite a lover. Just the kind of lover she needed. Everything was
going to turn out just fine; she would have the security she
always wanted, plus the good loving her body craved. As soon as
fall came she would arrange to have the pesky twins sent off to
school somewhere, and then her life would be absolutely perfect.
But all of this was but a flash in Carolyn's thoughts as,
totally unaware that her new charges were watching every sordid
detail of her lustful encounter with their father, the young
blonde felt Don moving up still higher within the already filled
passage of her pliant cunt. He certainly did have a good size ...
a very good size! Nice and hard and big and thick. With a little
shudder of delight, Carolyn let herself snuggle downward against
the upward grinding of Don's turgid cock, enjoying the pressure of
her own tightly clasping vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and
smoothly around the older man's surging penis.
Don knew that he couldn't stop now no matter what happened.
The tenderness of Carolyn's inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-
like around his upward surging cock, as with a soulful moan, he
rammed it up all the way into the depths of her satin-smooth cunt.
His dark hair falling forward into his eyes, Larsen rocked the
full weight of his loins into the young girl's pelvis, splitting
her legs wide apart and hooking his searching cock deeper upward
inside her. He could feel her legs flailing in the air, cramped
by the limited space of the back seat of the car, and Carolyn's
fingernails dug harder into his back. But he could only grab onto
her cushiony soft buttocks and pull the blonde girl's excited
loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock.
"OH CAROLYN! Honey ... I LOVE YOU ... GOD I LOVE YOU!" he
cried.
The two thirteen year old hearts beat wildly, and each boy
knew that he had never been so excited in as many years. Tim and
Bennie stood breathlessly watching, unnoticed while their elders
continued the lewd fucking right before their eyes. They dared
not look away now for fear that they would miss some minute
portion of the lurid action. Everything about this lascivious
scene was important to the boys. Instinctively, their own young
cocks rose high and hard in their shorts, filled with the exciting
twinges of lust that they felt might form a small portion of what
their father was feeling.
"Gee, Dad sure is digging it!" Bennie whispered finally, and
Tim nodded in solemn agreement, noting that Bennie's hand had gone
down to grope tentatively at his desire-hardened young cock, just
as his own had.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" Carolyn wailed
continuously, and the boys grasped harder at their own tingling
pulsating cocks within the confines of their shorts.
In the car Don was working his hips up, kneeling into his
voluptuous bride-to-be and using her long limber legs like a
wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops streaked
down his forehead onto Carolyn's quivering nakedness.
"Christ, Carolyn, Christ!" the older man gasped. It felt
better than any of their previous lovemaking had, and Don could
only congratulate himself on his own good fortune. To have such a
girl in love with him! It wasn't every man who could say this!
To have such a creature in his bed, in his house, taking care of
things, taking care of him! It was almost too much to believe!
Suddenly Don pulled halfway out of Carolyn's blonde-fringed
clinging cunt, and as his back arched upward, the boys got a good
glimpse of the glistening pink and gold of their future
stepmother's gaping pussy. Then Don's rigid cock was moving back
in, touching every section of her secret interior, filling up
every nook and cranny. It was stretching the young girl's pussy
tight, giving her a pleasure that made her cry out like a wounded
animal. He paused a moment and then started pounding against her,
steady and hard, until each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into
Carolyn's wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain
and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second. Wet,
sluicing sounds and soft pounding thuds met the boys' burning ears
as they watched the lust-inspiring scene, feeling the hard
tingling of their own boyish cocks sending messages of urgent need
to their young brains.
Carolyn's moans seemed to pierce their young bodies as they
watched the young girl mold her nakedly gyrating flesh up to their
father's with anxious, frantic motions. Although it was quite
warm in the garage the boys shivered as their own fingers played
tensely along the outline of their youthfully stiffened cocks,
running up and down with swifter and swifter motions that brought
greater thrills to their inexperienced systems than any they had
ever known. This was no ordinary finger-play. God, they'd done
that often enough! No, the keen emotions they were feeling had a
reality that no other self-touching ever had!
"Phew!" said Bennie softly to his brother, crouching by the
side of the family car.
"Yeah ... we're ready for something," Tim agreed, reading his
brother's thoughts. "Something else!"
While within the car, their father looked down at Carolyn's
tightly screwed-up features, her normally pretty face distorted by
the lustful fire raging within her loins as she responded to each
strong blow of his advancing cock. Don felt like a god. He was
lying naked between the legs of one of the most beautiful
creatures on earth and she was loving it! He thrust into her
moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise,
kneading the smooth moons of the young girl's jiggling white
breasts in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down
into the seat of the car, helplessly impaled by his ramming cock.
"Oooooommmmmph!" The blonde moaned feverishly, "Ohhhh Yeah.
YEAHHHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAEEHH!"
The middle-aged architect's handsome craggy face grew
purplish from the effort and the strength of his desire, as now
with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking that he
knew his future wife was appreciating. The very forbidden nature
of making love in the family car, with the boys somewhere in the
nearby house, made the normally cautious architect more and more
excited. Tides of desire rose and fell between the aroused couple
as they writhed together, grinding in the nakedness of their loins
against each other with lewd tremblings and groans that rocked the
car and inflamed the observing children.
Tim and Bennie let their fingers increase the magnificent
friction each had built up along the lustful length of their
slender young cocks. Now their hands reached within the elastic
top of their shorts feeling the naked hotness of their genitals
while they watched the frantic lovemaking in the Buick.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Carolyn sang out, feeling her future husband's
naked body pressing heavily down on hers while the tautly
stretched cheeks of her quivering buttocks split wide, her legs
dangling in mid-air, one striking against the front seat, the
other against the back as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with
a new urgency, and then suddenly began to contract wildly. A
series of spasms took hold of the former student as the older
man's driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the
trembling folds of her seeping vagina steadily back, massaging the
sensitive flesh internally with each labored withdrawal. Then Don
brought his huge lust-swollen shaft all the way out of the young
girl's pussy, leaving just the head at the entrance and once more
with all his might rammed back into her steaming passage.
"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, DONDONDONDON!" she chanted, bucking up
against his savage thrust.
Don crooned above Carolyn with delight, knowing she was
starting into her orgasm. Gasping for air himself, he fucked
mercilessly deep into the soft confines of the blonde girl's cunt,
while behind him his two sons watched the way his angry-looking
cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture
of Carolyn's straining pussy. His balls ached painfully as his
blonde-haired bride-to-be continued to grunt steadily with words
of lewd encouragement. He knew that he too was going to cum and
the older man only hoped that he could hold out long enough to
thoroughly satisfy her! His eagerly throbbing flesh seemed filled
with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he
dominated the former schoolgirl he was to marry. He had watched
her grow more beautiful in the two years she'd worked part-time as
a secretary in his office, and now here she was, his--or almost,
anyway and Christ, he was going to cum any second! His sperm was
crying out to be released into that deep clinging channel of
Carolyn's tightly clasping cunt.
Tim and Bennie stood transfixed at the sight of the lewdly
fucking couple before them, their young penises swelling
uncomfortably as they squeezed and pulled at the blood-engorged
shafts, their eves filmed over with a desire-inspired glaze. Both
boys' youthful cocks had turned a deep red as they slipped the
skin hotly back and forth over the rubbery tips of their moist
sensitive organs.
Their bright white teeth were bared in a lustful grimace as
they saw their future mother expand into the full frenzy of her
orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath
their Dad's thrusting hardness, her face sometimes visible to them
from their position was almost unrecognizably distorted by
passion. A steady wailing moan slipped from her widely separated
lips as the young girl clung to their father's back with both
hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing
loins. Her raging hot vagina clung to the slipping, pistoning
cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light
seemed to seep throughout her system, throbbing wildly through
every pore of her being. It was like failing from a tall building
and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying
out into space in a million tiny glittering pieces!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH EEEEEEEE!" Carolyn wailed pitifully, ending
in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her long pale legs
quivered by themselves for several seconds and then the boys saw
their father quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the wet
tenderness of Carolyn's open pussy with short hard strokes that
triggered her inner explosion as well as his.
Every sinew of their father's body was taut, especially those
of his arms, neck and thighs as he bellowed out his final cry.
Simultaneously, the twins felt the rush of their own young sperm
setting forth a zigzag journey that brought with it the acute
accumulation of desire and torment of their youth. Two blond
heads snapped back with the force of their release as they arched
their own cocks back tightly letting the overwhelming waves of
pleasure release them from the tension they'd known every since
they crept into the garage.
It was probably nearly as good as what their father was
feeling, each thought, and yet both boys knew that "nearly as
good" was not quite good enough!
As Carolyn lay panting and satiated beneath her future
husband, the rushing and pounding in her ears prevented her from
hearing any other sound but her fiancee's harsh breathing over
her. Neither of them heard the two boys slip from the garage and
exit into the bright California sun; and it was some ten minutes
later that Don and Carolyn, respectably dressed but flushed from
their illicit experience in the garage, emerged, arms wound around
each other. They smiled and clung close to each other as they
walked into the house.
"Wonder where the boys have got to?" Don said aloud.
Who cares? thought Carolyn, going to the refrigerator for a
snack. She made a mental note to have Don get her a self-
defrosting refrigerator as soon as she moved into the house, and
then set about making cold iced diet-soda and bologna sandwiches
for the two of them.
Chapter 2
Carolyn smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the
beach slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward.
Beyond, the sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight.
Carolyn had to narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her
sunglasses off.
"Happy, darling?" Don asked. The wedding had been small but
most satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Don and Carolyn had
headed for the airport where they boarded the airplane for
Acapulco. The twins had been on hand to wave goodbye, and Don was
satisfied that they would be all right since the housekeeper would
look in on them daily and cook them dinner every evening.
Don was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone
with his new bride. He knew that Carolyn had never been out of
the country before, and it was gratifying to be able to offer her
the expensive trip below the border.
"I've never been happier, love," Carolyn replied, gazing past
her husband's shoulder.
There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring
at her since the first day she and Don had arrived at the posh
resort of El Molino. The young man and his wife were staying in
the adjoining cabana and they shared the same swimming pool. All
the guests at El Molino stayed in little houses rather than in
hotel rooms, and each group of houses had a large pool at the
disposal of its guests.
Carolyn had nodded to the man and had had a few short
conversations with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the
other couple only used the pool when the Larsens were not in it,
so Don and Carolyn refrained from joining them in the warm water.
Instead, they had come down to lie on the beach.
Carolyn noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was,
and thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though
that Don had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests.
They were, after all, on their honeymoon, and Don wanted her all
to himself. The young blonde had gone along with this for the
first few days, but now they'd been at El Molino almost a full
week, and Carolyn was beginning to feel a little restless.
It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most
beautiful young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel
boys gaped in admiration when she walked by in her bikini.
The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Carolyn wanted to
dance the fast numbers and Don only felt comfortable with the slow
ones.
Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned
the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a
long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited,
she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had
noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming
in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How
silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with
excitement.
"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Don
asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.
"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"
Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's
fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed
skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward
to the shapely firmness of her thighs.
"Mmmmm ..." she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy
enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin,
touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger?
There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know
anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.
"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo
her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt
heavy as they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down
into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples
stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a
shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's
fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down
to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't
do it unless she asked. Don was very self-conscious around other
people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It
was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was
appreciated.
She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he
couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it
ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least!
She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps
still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not
hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine
that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts
right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see!
He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on
the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were
in bed together!
Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders
now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare
slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and
hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being
completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one
of her old boyfriends. She and Don, her new husband, had made
love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple
of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Carolyn
couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that
sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely
fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless,
totally mindless and happy.
Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She
was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of
her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and
the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very
dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the
ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of
strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring
in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.
"More?" Don asked tenderly.
"No ... thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to
take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once
more before going back to the cabana. That night she and Don
would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Don wanted
to see them. But Carolyn had planned to get him to take her in to
a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music
might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy
types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich
enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were consequently dull
as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring
cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.
Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in
the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The
beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was
silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.
"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the
magazine he'd been reading.
"No ... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced
drinks was still there."
"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.
"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire
conversation.
"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who
wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But
I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you
want, another Rum Collins?"
"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile
pleasantly up at her husband.
She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the
stranger came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she
lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand
with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she
decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabana several minutes
ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right
now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His
wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn felt pleased with
the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She
was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she
often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt
a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.
"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"
Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!
The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her
while Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a
vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while
she was lying out flat.
"Oh ... you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her
sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people
couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them.
Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall,
good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"
"On your honeymoon?"
Carolyn did not want to admit that she was, for some reason.
But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes,"
she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am ... that is, we are!"
"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Jack
Williams."
"Mine is Carolyn Bak-... I mean Larsen.
Jack laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new
name?" he asked.
Carolyn laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel
comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you
men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"
"Touche. But think of it this way. This is the third time
I've given my name away!" Jack was squatting down beside her now,
balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply
tanned and healthy looking.
"You mean this is the third time you've been married?"
Carolyn was astonished.
"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"
Carolyn blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But
then she thought about it and she realized that she was Don's
second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and
she assumed that Jack had had two divorces. She wanted to ask,
but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Jack
continued in the same vein.
Carolyn thought that the words were a little fresh, but
decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well,
nice.
"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She
noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were
thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt
suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After
all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some
answering too!
"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married
before?"
"Peggy? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't
mean it isn't still fun, though. Don't get me wrong!"
Carolyn felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag
for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second
coat of "Blushing Pink". "She's pretty, your wife," Carolyn said.
"A real beauty," Jack agreed, rocking back and forth as he
clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly
letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new
bride's scantily clad body.
"Well, thank you," Carolyn replied, thinking of her superior
legs with pleasure.
"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Jack
asked, getting to his feet.
"Yes," Carolyn replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it
to Don."
"And I'll mention it to Peggy," Jack said as he waved and
began to walk off down the beach. Carolyn waved back and then
applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt
flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them
more quickly, she noticed that Don was returning to their blanket.
She wondered if he had seen Jack Williams talking to her, and she
decided that she would say nothing about it if Don didn't mention
it.
* * *
The Club St. Louis was jammed full of young people doing
frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to
front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with
whom. Carolyn tried to explain to Don that it really didn't
matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the
ambiance of the place.
They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor
was entirely visible. On the table before them were the
accumulated glasses of several Rum Collinses which the couple
could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring
the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that
someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever
did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving
shortly.
Don had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly
stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub
and the music--or was it all that rum?--was giving him a splitting
headache.
Across from him, Carolyn sat, or rather bounced, on her seat,
keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Don nervous every
time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as
if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress
at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby,
doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed
expression that Don found irritating. He was glad that his
twenty-one year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as
soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too
disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance
another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone
on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had
vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be
holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back
and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance
step. Meanwhile, Carolyn was gyrating and contorting her lithe
body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty
Don was having in keeping up.
Don finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay
the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Carolyn was
still bouncing. Don noticed with some annoyance that the waiter
didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously
at Carolyn's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness
as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.
"Let's get out of here!" Don said gruffly. It's hard not to
be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Carolyn, he thought
to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign
country.
"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Carolyn proclaimed as they
were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little
tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.
"Cute!" Don said indignantly. "I was just thinking the
opposite."
"Don't you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on
the street?" Carolyn asked.
"Well, yes, but ..."
"They're cute, aren't they?" Carolyn said.
"I suppose so," Don replied. There was no use arguing with
Carolyn about the smallest point. She always likes to be right.
Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those
"cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that
place.
Don headed back toward El Molino, and as the car began the
mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to
get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had
exhausted him. Carolyn had turned on the car radio and the
mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That
was more like his kind of music, Don thought, wishing that they
could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more
sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Carolyn had
asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after
all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Carolyn was happy.
They pulled up beside the cabana, the tires crunching in the
gravel as their car came to a halt. Carolyn waited until Don came
around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all
the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the
duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Carolyn could see
that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to
Carolyn's and Don's down to the last detail. Carolyn looked
curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see
shadows moving behind the window shade.
Then Don guided her up the short flight of steps and into
their cabana. She turned on the lights and went toward the small
refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward
Don, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!"
The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh
fruit.
To her surprise, Carolyn saw that her husband was already in
bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had
slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move
so quickly!
"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.
"Well, I ... uh ..."
"The evening's just beginning!" Carolyn's voice reflected her
incredulity at the fact that Don was passing out on her.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Don said. "Just
forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"
"Oh Christ, what a bore," Carolyn said under her breath, as
she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make
herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood
for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a
point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least
making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these
things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully
prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of
fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.
"Mmm ... perfect!" she declared.
She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying
dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying
her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and
went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought
of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to
do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth
warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so
Carolyn decided to swim in her panties and brassiere. They were
just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they
were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she
decided. She looked up toward the other cabana as she slipped off
her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up
there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she
wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself.
The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and
dove in. Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with
delight at her own idea. If anyone could have seen her, they
would have noted the gently rounded shape of her pubic mound,
clearly delineated by the taut silken fabric of her panties, and
behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks that were cupped
tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her brassiere fit over
her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode over
the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them
underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or
perhaps a mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the
night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the
center of the thick foliage that surrounded all of the cabanas.
She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing
that her husband was asleep up there, and that Jack and his new
wife Peggy were probably having sex in their room. She was
beginning to imagine what they would look like together, the
things they would do. It was fun to visualize their coupling
naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would make! She giggled
and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the pool, and when
she was all the way down, she opened her eyes ... just in time to
see Jack swimming toward her!
For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt
extremely pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard
concrete bottom of the pool and, holding her breath all the way,
went soaring up to the surface. Bursting through to the air, she
gulped the delicious oxygen, and looked around for Jack. He came
up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her
down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water,
rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to
the liquid depths.
It was innocent fun, Carolyn felt, and she was completely
relaxed as they once more rose to the surface. She shook the
water from her eyes, her wet blonde hair flying backward behind
her.
"Where's Peggy?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her
fingers tried to pull up on the brassiere which kept slipping down
to expose her nipples completely. But she figured Jack couldn't
see that much of her in the dark anyway.
"Not just yet," Jack replied. "She's busy right now. What
about your spouse?"
"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until
morning!" Carolyn swam to the edge where her drink was waiting.
She decided she'd better not get out of the water just yet with
her soaked underwear, so she trod water as she took some more of
the potent liquid.
"Funny meeting you like this," Jack said. He was directly
behind her, and Carolyn turned, but not quickly enough, to see
just how close he was getting. His strong hard body was pressing
against hers, and there was nothing else to do but accept the
forbidden kiss that he offered her. All thoughts of twisting away
from the handsome stranger were lost in the violent thrill that
Carolyn felt racing through her entire body, and she thought that
she would melt from the heat of the excitement that rose inside
her. The contact of Jack's long lean body against hers in the
water caused something like an electrical current to race through
her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips.
Jack could feel that there would be little resistance in the
little blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with
his tongue, and he took them both down beneath the surface of the
water again. Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's
brassiere so that her highly toned breasts swelled free in the
water. Gently he massaged the pointed little tips, stiff and
erect from the water and the excitement of his touch.
His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year
old's naked flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the
two newlyweds performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly
locked together in each other's arms in the solitude of the blue
water.
Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than
fifty feet away, Carolyn felt an almost irresistible longing
rising within her liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of
excitement she craved. This was the unexpected happening she'd
been yearning for. But what about Don? Well, wasn't it his fault
for falling asleep on her? What husband would fall asleep on his
bride of a few days, no matter how tired he was? It was easy to
work up a degree of anger against her sleeping spouse, and to
explain away the desire that she could not resist. She could feel
the hard ridge of Jack's cock pressing against her bare stomach,
creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her
spine.
After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly
explore the inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing
as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her ... she began to
pretend she was another person ... she was no longer a wife with a
sleeping husband; she was in a living dream and there would be no
consequences to her actions whatever they were.
And when Jack floated them both over to the edge of the pool,
the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an
overwhelming desire for the stranger.
By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she
lay her head back against Jack's shoulder. They were sheltered by
the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabanas.
Carolyn felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that
she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Jack's hands
began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly
glistening belly. He brushed his fingers lightly over her
midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the softness of her flesh.
Carolyn moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the
thin elastic waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever
so slightly as she took a deep breath, and making a decision, she
lifted her buttocks up from the ground so that the soaking
material could be more easily removed. Jack pulled slowly, and
the blonde bride could feel her flimsy bikini panties being peeled
off bit by bit, first rolling down her shapely thighs over her
calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay completely naked,
fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.
"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first
time since he had begun to make love to her. Carolyn, opening her
eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes,
his wet hair curled in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no
turning back now. Besides, no one would ever know. She knew she
was going to go through with it. The whole thing! Her sensuous
body seemed to be demanding that she indulge in it, as a shudder
of desire passed through her. Jack was removing his swimming
trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing his eyes from the
sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there side by side
scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising between
them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though they
were somehow attached to each other. Then Jack reached out and
gently turned the twenty-one year old blonde girl over on her side
away from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss,
leaning way over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly
against her from the back. She could feel the lust-swollen
breadth of his penis pulsing against her cool buttocks while he
kissed her, his mouth seemingly glued to her lips. And then the
hardness of his penis was sliding downward, parting the natural
slit between her soft buttocks until it finally arrived at the
pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. The tip of his
thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hair-rimmed entrance of
her moist warm pussy.
Jack's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted
lips as he started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips,
letting the full length of his torso press against her back.
Instinctively, Carolyn parted her legs slightly and began an
answering motion, making small but insistent jerking movements
while she began to suck furiously on Jack's tongue, pulling it
still deeper into her throat as she strained her head back to meet
him.
Jack's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight
cuntal passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with
each movement the illicit lovers made.
Then Jack pushed against her and, holding onto Carolyn's
waist, he pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The
upraised cheeks of her buttocks trembled above his cock as Carolyn
was forced to assume a kneeling position in front of him.
"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position.
Then Jack gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think
about that, because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the
pliant circle of her pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft
entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful
wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid shaft into her high-held
cunt, until it was in to the hilt.
"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward
while he pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was
imbedded all the more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of
the young wife's yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd
imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His excited penis
jerked inside of her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her
quivering depths at that very second. But he would wait a while
before that happened, he thought.
Beneath him Carolyn let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her
neighbor's cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and
began to wriggle her hips, screwing herself back toward him so
that he would enter her still further. The young girl acted as
though she wanted to devour him, as though she had not been made
love to in weeks. Indeed, she felt as though she had not been
touched in a long, long while, certainly not like this!
Jack's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young
wife's straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of
her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each steady
thrust. He brought the glistening hardness of his penis all the
way out of her clenching pussy, leaving just the tip of it within
the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering softness. And then
with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his
naked loins grinding harshly against her upturned buttocks.
On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring
honeymooner, Carolyn crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying
the thorough fucking she was getting from behind. Soft wet noises
emanated from the young bride's drenched pussy each time Jack
fucked into her. They began to move in perfect time together,
both gasping for breath as Jack thrust his throbbing hardness deep
into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his
nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the undersides of
her thighs.
Jack began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now,
sensing that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he
felt her moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he
could make a perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her
type. He'd known girls like Carolyn before, and now he prided
himself on his knowledge of women. She was the type who would
frantically deny any thought of wrongdoing, but when it got down
to the nitty gritty, she would be unable to resist the sensual
delights of forbidden sex.
While Peggy was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace
of the cabana for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Carolyn
swimming in the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim
was something of an open invitation for sex. She was ready for
something, he figured, and it might as well be him! Hot little
number, this one! he thought as he felt his sperm begging for
release into the steaming pit of Carolyn's smoldering pussy.
Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt something snap
inside him.
"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and
gravelly with lust. He could not hold it back another second.
His sperm exploded from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of
pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He
could feel Carolyn's hotly raging pussy walls clinging desperately
to his spewing penis as she arched backwards into his thrusting
loins. As she tried to support herself with her hands and arms,
the young wife did an odd jiggling motion against the forward
thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet waves of white
semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb filled the
narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as the
twenty-one year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting
excitement drove all thoughts from Carolyn's mind as a low-toned
hum came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire-
moistened folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme
pleasure throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being
shattered, torn apart by this man who had known just how to
conquer her body in such a short time.
"OH ... Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily
engulfing Jack's spending cock as he continued to make deep in-
thrusts into the wetness of her hair-surrounded vagina. Beneath
him Carolyn's face was twisted into a lewd expression of joy as
she let herself fall to the ground, letting Jack's strong fingers
spread her naked ass-cheeks as he continued to draw her back to
him. The cool of the grass caressed the young woman's tingling
breasts as they were mashed downward by her weight.
"Ohhhhh! Don't stop ... don't stop!" she called. It was so
good that she could hardly stand it, his blunt-ended cock embedded
high up within her climaxing cunt walls.
"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me ... give it to meeee!"
Jack crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose
to its highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He
collapsed heavily upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out
beneath him as his full weight pressed down on her delicately
built body. His deflating penis slid uncomfortably out of the
compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and he groaned and rolled
over on the grass.
Long moments later, Carolyn stirred. She felt less
inebriated than before, and she felt regret now for what she had
done. What had made her give in to him like that? She'd only
been married a few days and yet she had not been able to resist
the good-looking neighbor. It didn't seem right. But of course
there was nothing she could do to undo what she'd done. She
couldn't change the fact that she'd known such mindless delights
with the sandy-haired man while her husband was nearby sleeping!
"I ... I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.
"So soon?" Jack lay quietly on his back, staring up at the
stars. "The night is still young. Tell you what ... I left my
cigarettes up there on the terrace. Want to come up for a
minute?"
"But ... but your wife!" Carolyn replied.
"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something
interesting."
He took Carolyn by the hand and pulled her up. As if to
persuade the young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips,
creating a new arousal within her that sent shudders down her
back.
"Come on," he urged.
Carolyn followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabana where
her new husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a
cigarette with Jack and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.
She'd picked up her panties and now she had Jack wait as she
saw her brassiere floating at the side of the pool.
Chuckling softly, Jack reached in and retrieved the sheer
garment. "You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.
"No ... I'll just put my dress on, though," Carolyn said,
feeling relieved that she'd remembered her brassiere and panties
and that they would not be found respectively floating in the pool
and crumpled by the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing
dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her
nakedness made her feel all the more daring as she walked up to
Jack's terrace with him.
Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the
ardent lovemaking, and Carolyn walked quietly, breathing in the
clean night air and trying to clear her muddled head.
The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabana next
door, and Carolyn started to sit in one of the plastic lounge
chairs when she paused. Jack was not looking for his cigarettes,
but was going toward the window in which Carolyn had earlier seen
a light. There was still a light inside and the shade was halfway
up now as though someone had gone to bed and lifted it for
nighttime ventilation. But Carolyn could see Jack's whole body
alert and tensed. He was listening.
Carolyn listened too. She could hear voices. Jack turned
toward her and motioned for her to come closer. Confused and
concerned, the new bride approached the window. There was a nylon
screen on it and the light inside was quite dim. She looked up at
Jack as if for some explanation of what was going on, but Jack was
peering intently inside, a fixed expression that she could not
fathom on his handsome features.
Carolyn moved still closer and looked in too. Before she
really saw anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios
que cono!"
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes,
Carlos, like that. Oh, do me like that some more!"
Carolyn's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and
the distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath
catch in her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could
distinguish two naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of
lovemaking. She blinked her eyes and opened them once more in
disbelief. The woman was Peggy, Jack's wife, and she was in there
with a Mexican! Carolyn recognized the man as one of the waiters
at the resort. The new bride couldn't have been more shocked if
she had seen a wild man-eating animal in there! As it was, she
had to be supported by Jack's strong arm as she felt her knees
weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with incomprehension and
a vague fear of something she didn't understand. Jack smiled at
her and placed his finger to his lips.
"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he
silently pointed back inside the room, and Carolyn found herself
turning back to the incredible scene.
Peggy was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs
raised high in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide
down along her body until his head was between her open thighs.
Then she heard Jack's wife begin to murmur words of garbled
passion, words that Carolyn found herself listening to as though
they were somehow important to her understanding of the situation.
"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"
Carolyn couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with
Peggy's husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was
in there making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel!
A tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Carolyn
looked again to make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her
eyes weren't focusing. Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to
drink. Her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was still the
redheaded woman whom she knew to be Jack's new bride. Loud
sucking noises began to come from the bed as Carolyn saw the
Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between Peggy's
widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Carolyn and she made
a motion to step back from the window. There was something
terribly ... she searched for the word ... immoral about the
entire thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Jack's arm
around her waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her
in toward him a bit.
"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Carolyn heard Peggy
exclaim. The redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of
her mind with pure unadulterated lust, and Carolyn felt a violent
urge to run in there and stop them. But she tried to calm
herself, to think clearly, if that was possible at a moment like
this. After all, it wasn't her business. It was Jack's wife, and
he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was indulging in the
salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he seemed to be
enjoying it!
The young wife had never seen two people making love before,
and even though she had often imagined such things, there was a
big difference between imagining and actually seeing with her own
eyes!
But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and
replacing the disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now
sensed an odd flickering quivering deep down between her legs.
Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between
Peggy's writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and
seemed to reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone
would do that to her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Jack's
wife was experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted
through Carolyn's mind, and then she immediately submerged it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound
Carolyn felt her nipples hardening against the soft material of
her dress. She was very conscious now of her nakedness underneath
the dress, and of the loving she had just received from Peggy's
husband. Inside, the Mexican was working like an animal,
slobbering over the widespread willingness of Peggy's cunt, and
Carolyn stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The hard feel of
Jack's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window pane
beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact
with some kind of reality.
"Stick you finger in my ass, Carlos. I like that. Make it
hurt. Yes, like that. Hard! ... Oh yes, honey, Nnnnnnnnngh!"
The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Carolyn, and
she felt her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva.
Never before in her existence had she experienced such a repulsive
scene, and yet there was something fascinating and exciting about
it, too. Something that made her want to touch herself down there
between her legs. Her breasts had begun to tingle with desire,
too, as inside the room Peggy began to croon.
"Shit ... I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"
Carolyn squirmed a little, and felt Jack's hand drop down to
her buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh
there, bunching up her dress with his fingers as he did so.
Suddenly an electricity-like jolt coursed through Carolyn as she
felt Jack moving around behind her, his arms circling her waist
now as he pressed his hard body against her. Even though she knew
he had put his bathing trunks back on earlier, the hard outline of
his penis was so defined against her ass-cheeks that she thought
for a moment he was naked again.
She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window,
and she started to speak, but Jack's voice began to whisper in her
ear.
"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his
tongue swirled within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding
flash of desire behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's
got an insatiable little pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is
too. Bet you can't get enough from your old man to make it
through the week!"
The strange, insulting words made Carolyn bristle with anger
and resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he
could say anything just because she had given in to him like that.
Why had she allowed herself to do such a thing?
"Don't get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know
that fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few
minutes ago."
Carolyn could feel the hard knob of the tip of Jack's penis
throb heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.
"Look," Jack said, "They're really getting down to it now!"
Carolyn looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running
through her mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole
dirty scene, but something was holding her frozen there.
Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the
Mexican waiter was raised up and kneeling in front of Peggy's
smoldering nakedness. Everything about the man was a picture of
anticipation of what was to come as he gazed down at the beautiful
naked woman's body.
"Peggy's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one
you just got!" Jack muttered into Carolyn's ear.
Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she
had no one but herself to blame for being in this lewd position.
But Jack's hands were slipping upward now, and then down inside
the top of her dress to cup her nakedly throbbing breasts as she
stared in at the two passionately intertwined people. Jack gave a
quick little tweak to one nipple that sent a flash of pain through
her that was quickly followed by a pleasurable sensation of
relief. In spite of herself, the blonde twenty-one year old
squirmed back against his hard virile penis.
Inside the room Peggy's long white legs were wrapping
themselves up and around the bronzed back of the Mexican waiter.
The couple seemed still for an unusual amount of time, so long
that Carolyn wondered what could be happening between them. Then
Jack's red-haired wife wrapped her hands into the waiter's thick
black hair, and Carolyn could see the muscles in the woman's arms
standing out tight and strained as she pulled his handsome face
forward with a sharp motion. Her hips began a slow hard grinding
up against the waiter's loins as his long thin penis sank into the
deep tightness of her clasping pussy.
Carolyn could see the man's buttocks nakedly flexing as he
moved with slow deliberate thrusts into the widespread feminine
flesh beneath him.
"Oh God," Carolyn gasped softly.
Behind her Jack was making obscene thrusting motions of his
own, rubbing the hardness of his penis against her trembling
buttocks. His own eyes were glued to the lascivious sight of his
wife inside the room. He smiled a little knowing smile as he
watched his wife begin a familiar rocking motion, and he knew that
she wanted the Mexican to change positions.
"Watch this!" he whispered as he lewdly massaged the new
bride's soft warm breasts beneath her dress.
He felt the girl tremble and quiver back against him as
inside the room his new wife got her message across to the
Mexican, and the two of them rolled to the side of the bed. Then
Peggy scrambled up on top of Carlos and straddled him, the round
whiteness of her creamy buttocks poised directly over the hardness
of the waiter's pulsing cock. She reached back underneath and
between her spread legs to guide him into her, moving the bulbous
tip of his penis against the moisture of her pussy for a moment
and then with a groan, grinding herself down upon its upright
shaft.
Jack's eyes were filled with admiration for his wife as he
saw the large throbbing cock slide slowly up into her wetly
clasping cunt lips, making a wet sluicing sound as it entered.
Carolyn whimpered at the sight and he held onto her breasts even
tighter, considering cumming up against her buttocks like this
with a few good strokes of his excited penis. But he thought
better of it and decided to wait until later. Later it would be
much more fun. Right now he didn't want to miss a second of his
wife's performance. She's really in top form, he thought as he
saw Peggy beginning a slow up and down motion with her smooth
buttocks rising in the air above the waiter until just the tip of
his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warmth of her sleekly
enclosing pussy. Then with a low rutting sound each time she
started downward, she let herself drop heavily back down onto the
Mexican's upthrust loins, impaling herself with one complete
smooth motion.
Carolyn shuddered, feeling a series of conflicting emotions
running through her as Jack spoke once more in her ear.
"Want to go inside and join them?" he asked in a silken
whisper. "That Mexican looks pretty good. Wouldn't you like to
feel that prick up inside your tight little cunt? We could both
fuck you, first him and then me. And maybe both of us together!
Peggy digs blondes too, you know. You girls could have yourselves
a ball!"
An electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her
breasts and belly at the thought. She had heard of such things,
but never expected that she would ever meet any people like this.
Sure, she had had plenty of boyfriends but none of them had ever
suggested anything like this.
"Oh no ... I couldn't possibly ... I ..."
But in spite of the shock that she felt, the pretty young
wife couldn't help wondering what it would be like. An orgy!
That was what they called it. The excited young woman realized
that whenever she had heard the word before, she had been filled
with a sense of hidden, forbidden excitement.
Jack's lips sought hers as he pulled her still closer to his
hardness. Her neck straining back unnaturally, she gave herself
up to the kiss which she felt was another form of the question or
rather the suggestion that Jack had just made to her.
"See how well he fucks my wife?" he breathed into her open
mouth.
"Y ... yes," she mumbled back. Yes, she saw.
His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing Carolyn's
body to squirm against him in an irresistible wriggle of passion.
The idea was shocking, but exciting. Yet she felt she could
never, never do it!
"Come on. Let's surprise them. Peggy'll love it!" Jack
urged.
"Nnno, we can't. No!" she whimpered into the wetness of his
mouth, trying to whisper in as low a voice as possible. She tried
to break the kiss, but he held her mouth with his until she was
lost in a helpless whirl of desire. She didn't dare struggle too
much for fear of the other couple hearing, and then she felt she
might involuntarily be drawn into the obscene activities. Still,
the thought of Don peacefully sleeping nearby in the adjoining
cabana made her feel resentful of her new husband. She wouldn't
have gotten into any of this if he hadn't gone to sleep! The very
idea of Don so nearby while she peered in at Jack's wife making
lewd love with a Mexican waiter was too much for her tortured
mind. She tried to gasp for breath, her eyes tightly shut as
though to block everything out, to make it go away. But Jack's
fingers playing insistently with her breasts and the hardness of
his lust-swollen cock thrusting up between the mounds of her
buttocks brought soft moans of excitement from her throat.
"You'll love it. You're just the type for it!" Jack
muttered, and Carolyn was filled with a loathing for the man. To
suggest that she was anything but a normal young American girl ...
a woman now, for she was already married, was extremely
distasteful to Carolyn. Even though she realized that she was in
a compromising situation, it still seemed that she could somehow
justify it to the invisible gods that be.
"I wouldn't! Don't say such things!" she protested. But the
lewd delicious feelings still rippled across the surfaces of her
breasts.
"Peggy will just love bringing you out, too!" Jack continued,
and he chuckled softly as his hand moved from her breast to slide
down the front of her dress. Then she felt him beginning to bunch
up the material so that his fingers came into hot searing contact
with the softness of her naked flesh beneath the dress.
"Bet you'll never be happy with doing it with just one person
again!" Jack's low voice seemed to burn itself into her
consciousness.
Then a thrill of desire spread across the flesh of her loins
as she felt his finger slowly slipping upward to find the narrow
sensitive slit of her seeping pussy. Gently he thrust into it,
parting the soft hairs that covered it and making sudden exciting
contact with the pulsating tip of her clitoris. She was wet and
slippery down there from the fucking he'd given her before, and
her new excitation had only created a veritable flood of warm
moisture between her thighs. The twenty-one year old bride sucked
in her breath tightly and held back the groan of pleasure that she
wanted to emit. She found that her hips began to squirm in
involuntary rhythm to his finger slipping within the heated folds
of her hair-rimmed pussy.
"Open up a little wider. Let me get in," Jack commanded.
It was then that Carolyn felt something like a dam bursting
inside her. She could no longer fight the raging desire that
Jack's finger was creating in her palpitating cunt, and that
coupled with the thoroughly obscene sight of his wife and the
waiter combined to set her entire being afire with a lustful rage.
Lewdly, the young blonde spread her legs wide for his
rummaging fingers, executing an indecent motion with her hips that
signaled impatiently to him that she wanted more. Obligingly, she
felt her neighbor's fingers increasing their wet slippery tempo
within the folds of her seething cunt, and then two fingers wormed
their way into the tight ring of her vagina, rising upward into
the clasping channel to torment her still further. Then something
happened that created an intense alarm within her, but which
finally only served to add to her already considerable arousal.
Jack got down on his knees in front of her between her parted
legs, and while she continued to watch the sensual activities
between his wife and another man, he wormed and thrust two and
then three fingers into the widening orifice of her streaming
pussy!
Never had she felt anything like it. He was down there on
the floor of the terrace, under her skirt, his lips nibbling at
the insides of her thighs while his fingers writhed upward against
her clinging cuntal walls. The blonde girl felt overwhelmed by
sheer, raw lust as she stood with her long legs spread as wide
apart as possible, her own fingers grasping the edge of the window
as she peered in and Jack's fingers plundered her secret sex. The
fact that he was down in front of her, invisible to her, made it
all the more disturbing, for it was as if an anonymous hand were
touching her there, making her feel like she was melting inside!
The disturbed wife opened her eyes once more and saw that
inside the room Peggy was riding the waiter's glistening cock with
a mad fervor. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches above
the prone Mexican and then she would plunge herself downward
trying to absorb the entirety of his upward thrusting penis. Her
beautiful flexing buttocks began a frenzied attack that made it
seem as though the Mexican couldn't possibly last much longer.
But still he held out, and Carolyn couldn't help thinking
about how nice it would be to feel that rising staff of flesh high
up inside her. She couldn't stop a fleeting feeling of jealousy
toward Jack's wife who was driving the Mexican waiter wild. After
all, couldn't she make him respond even more? Carolyn listened as
the redheaded woman inside the room began to mouth obscenities at
the waiter while she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion
above him. The dirty words made her feel that exciting tingle
again; God, it was exciting!
The blonde wife began to watch with complete absorption as
the waiter's hand curled beneath the redhead's pumping buttocks
and the tip of his index finger circled teasingly the puckered
opening of her anus. Carolyn remembered that Jack's wife had said
she liked to be touched there, and evidently the Mexican
remembered it too, for he played there for a long while,
titillating the entire area between Peggy's ass-cheeks, until
suddenly his middle finger slipped through the protective fleshy
ring and disappeared inside. Peggy ground down upon it and the
Mexican's hand disappeared as the excited redhead sat on it,
wriggling back and forth, her legs kicking out, toes curling with
pleasure as she felt it rising into her clenching rectum while the
waiter's sturdy cock throbbed high against her womb.
"Oh God, oh God!" Peggy cried, shaking her head wildly in
counter tempo to the writhing of her hips. "Oh Christ, you
fucker!"
Now, suddenly, Jack's wife and the waiter started rolling
over again, and for several jerking strokes they were gyrating
against each other as they lay upon their sides. Then the bronze-
skinned Mexican let the long length of his cock slip from the
redhead's flaring pussy and he scrambled on top of her, reaching
up and thrusting her legs high over her head so that the entire
surface of her spread pussy and ass-cheeks was presented to him.
Then he lunged forward with a Spanish curse and began to hammer
into the soft giving cunt before him.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! You Mexican cocksucker! You sure can
fuck!" Peggy cried, spurring him on.
Carolyn through her own haze of desire saw the Mexican,
Carlos, quicken his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as Peggy
thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, and he
grunted and groaned, grinding hard and deep so that his frenzied
penis bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of the red-
haired wife's womb. He was watching as the woman's breasts heaved
and quivered below him and then suddenly he shuddered against her.
"AAAaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, pulling back and then surging
hurriedly further forward. Peggy shivered beneath him.
"Cream into me. Cream into my cum!" she grunted lewdly.
Then the Mexican felt the woman's burning hot pussy flowering
open around his climaxing cock and warm gushes of increased
wetness met the spurting jets of his pistoning cock. He thrust
faster, wanting the "gringa" to remember this moment for the rest
of her life. He felt her jerk up toward him as the lips of her
working cunt sucked at his straining penis until he felt milked
completely dry. Below him her breath came in short desperate
gasps as he thrust in deep again and then fell forward onto her
nakedly vibrating body.
"Oooh lover ... You're good! Verrrry goood!" Peggy purred,
contentedly.
Outside the bedroom at the window, Carolyn's thighs began to
spasmodically open and close against the sides of Jack's head.
His tongue had slipped out to lick at her throbbing clitoris while
his fingers continued their up-thrusting motions into her
defenselessly aroused pussy. She knew she was on the brink and
she wanted to stop it, knowing she would make far too much noise.
But her climax came anyway as Jack gave an extra flick of his
tongue and moved his fingers sideways within the tightly clasping
channel of the new bride's twitching cunt. Her blonde head
snapped backward as the cords in her neck stood out. Carolyn's
face contorted as a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her
throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp of
fulfillment.
She couldn't help herself. "AAaaaaaaah ... Ooooooo ...!" The
young blonde felt that she had come close to fainting as the
overpowering climax took hold of her, and as she felt Jack's
fingers leaving her moist spasming pussy, she wanted to cry out to
him, "More! More!" but as she opened her eyes halfway she saw
that the people in the room, Jack's wife and the Mexican, were
looking curiously toward the window. They had heard!
Jack stood next to her, holding her around the waist, his
face wet from the moisture of her hungry pussy, a brilliant smile
illuminating his features.
"Let's go in," he said. And somehow Carolyn knew that she
was going to do it. That she wanted to do it. A glance into the
room told her that Peggy was heading toward the door while the
Mexican waited on the bed.
It was then that Don's voice startled her.
"Carolyn ... are you out there? Are you all right?"
A look of abject fear on her face, Carolyn jumped away from
Jack and started toward her cabana, running down the steps and
heading for the short flight of her own house. Jack looked after
her and shrugged. Looking down, he picked up the wet panties and
brassiere that had long since been forgotten, and handed them to
his wife just as she opened the door to see what was going on.
"Here," he said, "This is for our collection!"
Peggy handled the flimsy undergarments and beckoned with her
head. "Come on in and tell us all about it. You'll like Carlos;
he's our kind of people!" she said, smiling contentedly.
* * *
"Does your toe still hurt, darling?" It was morning and Don
looked over at his wife with concern. He never should have gone
to sleep on her like that. She'd looked all upset when she came
in from her walk outside. He should have known Carolyn wanted him
to stay awake at least a little longer after their night on the
town.
As Carolyn muttered sleepily beside him, Don was glad that he
had awakened when he heard her cry. She had stubbed her toe,
walking out there in the dark all by herself, and Don felt that it
was somehow all his fault.
He looked at his wife's sleeping features with a mixture of
pride and concern. What a lucky man he was, he thought once more.
By the time Carolyn awoke it was long past noon, and Don had
been up and about for some time.
"Guess what, darling?" he said as she brushed her long golden
hair before the mirror.
"What?" she asked, cautiously.
"We're going to have the pool all to ourselves for a while.
Our neighbors checked out this morning."
"They never used it when we did anyway," Carolyn replied
softly, reflectively.
"Yes, I know, but it makes me feel more alone with you with
them gone. I hope nobody else checks in!"
"You're right, love," Carolyn said, suddenly smiling. The
best thing to do, she decided, was simply to forget about the
whole thing. Nothing like that would certainly ever happen again!
Chapter 3
Carolyn waved as the Buick rolled down the driveway, turned
into the road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an
irrepressible yawn the sultry blonde turned to go back into the
house. Her soft negligee hid very little of her curvaceous figure
as she moved lazily through the living room. The remnants of the
breakfast that her husband had fixed for himself remained in the
kitchen, but Carolyn didn't feel she could face straightening up.
It was much too early. All she really wanted to do was to go back
to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. Besides that
afternoon the first of a series of interviews with prospective
maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new Mrs.
Larsen thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom.
It was a beautifully decorated room. Carolyn had requested
that Don have the whole room done by an interior decorator from
Saks, and she could be sure that everything was in the best
possible taste. The matching lamps, the landscape over the bed,
the soft chiffon curtains. All were just perfect, Carolyn thought
once more as she sank into the soft mattress and pulled the silk
sheets over her equally soft-skinned nakedness. She hated wearing
anything at all to sleep after having read that most movie stars
slept without the benefit of nightgowns or pajamas. Gone were the
dormitory days when all the girls wore shorty nightshirts.
Carolyn was a married woman now, a woman who would never have to
worry again about anything.
The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute
peace and luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled
nakedly beneath the covers, feeling sleep returning to her with
its soft hazy touch. Contrary to her mother's opinion, Carolyn
had made it. She could truly say that she had succeeded. It was
still fun to recall her mother's words, and they came to her now
as she prepared for her first dream. "You'll never amount to
anything Carolyn Peters! You're much too selfish! Lord knows you
didn't get it from my side of the family!"
"Ha!" Carolyn mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive
up in the new car Don is getting me next week!"
The two week honeymoon in Acapulco had been the most
sumptuous experience of her young life, sunning by the private
pool of the hotel, swimming after dark in the scented heated
water, drinking exotic drinks out of pineapple and coconut shells;
not to mention that brief, disturbing affair with Jack. She'd
wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, and now
the young bride had been in her new home for a week; during which
time she had already made many changes.
As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two
other members of the household were discussing some of these very
changes.
"Cripes!" said Tim, "Who does she think she is anyway,
Princess Anne?"
They were sitting in the living room onto which all the
bedrooms gave, the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the
empty guest room. As they watched their stepmother's door
carefully they continued speaking to each other in the annoyed
tones they had come to use when talking about their father's new
wife.
"Princess Anne's a pretty neat chick," said Bennie. "She
rides horses at least, old Carolyn wouldn't know which side was
which if she saw one!"
Tim doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and
then stopped abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone
wrong, do you?"
"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things
like that!"
"But Freddy could have crawled out before she got back in!"
Tim said, a worried expression creasing his boyish features.
"Have you ever known Freddy to hurry out of a nice warm bed?
Warmed by none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"
"You're right!" Tim admitted. "Nothing could have possibly
gone wrong!"
Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before
the boys were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek
coming from their stepmother's room.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT? OH HELP, HELP!"
On cue, Tim and Bennie jumped up from the sofa and dashed
into their new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find
her stark naked, frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow.
When she saw the boys the young blonde tried to cover herself with
a sheet, for the boys were standing in absolute awe of the
magnificence of her bouncing quivering breasts, as well as the
other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.
"YOU ... YOU ...!" she sputtered. "YOU DID THIS. I ... I'LL
TELL YOUR FATHER! DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH
THIS!"
There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Freddy. Tim rushed
forward to rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and
together the two boys backed out of the room, followed by the new
Mrs. Larsen's shrieks of rage.
Once safely out of the room Tim called back in. "It's not
our fault if Freddy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything,
Carolyn!"
There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom
as the boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much
impressed with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in
their stepmother.
"At least it got her out of bed!" Bennie said, as Tim
released Freddy into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got
those silk sheets?" Bennie asked. "Yeah, but did you see her
tits?" Tim replied.
"Yeah ..." Bennie said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"
It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when
they'd spied on their father and Carolyn the day before the
wedding. That same unsettling tingling feeling all over which
nevertheless centered itself in the area of the twins' young
loins. By mutual agreement, both boys headed for the wooded area
behind the garden, and there they plunged into the thick
undergrowth until they found the special place they'd cleared out
for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find them,
and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely
hidden. Tim fished in his pocket and brought out a small book.
"Look what I got!" he said holding it up for Bennie to see.
"Found it in her night table drawer this morning when I put Freddy
in the bed ... way back behind her birth-control pills and
underneath some creepy love magazine!"
"Whew!" Bennie whistled appreciatively, for obviously the
little book was important, very important indeed. The cover
itself was interesting enough, for it portrayed a naked man and
woman in a torrid embrace and behind them an unmade bed, seemingly
waiting for them to fall into it. Excitedly the boys sat down on
the soft pine-covered ground and turned the first pages of the
book.
"Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around
Anderson's hard pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension
in the unknown woman's fingers as she began to slide them slowly
up and down the heated length of his desire-hardened penis.
"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he
said, gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.
"CRIPES!" Bennie exclaimed, and taking the lead from his
brother he hurriedly released his already stiff young cock from
his shorts, exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.
"SHIT!" said Tim, "Carolyn reads this stuff! She must be
some kind of nympho or something!"
"She's something, all right!"
The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two
brothers continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel
they'd discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not
difficult to imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part
of Sally in the novel, and doing so added considerably to the not
quite solitary pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the
aching shafts of their inexperienced young cocks. The morning
passed pleasurably for the twins and by the time they were ready
to leave their secret place they had devised yet another way to
torment their father's new bride.
This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable
than the last.
* * *
At long last, Carolyn felt less jittery than she had all day
long. It was nearing four p.m. and soon Don would be home and she
wouldn't be alone in the house. It got rather boring just being
there without any real company and the presence of the twins only
made her a nervous wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was
not the first thing they'd done to her, and she was certain it
wouldn't be the last. The golden-haired blonde was smart enough
to know however that the boys would be able to convince their
father that once more it was just an unfortunate accident.
As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the
filling tub, Carolyn reminded herself that she had only the summer
to contend with as far as the children were concerned, and then
she'd make sure they'd be going off to school. The very thought
was comforting, and Carolyn sighed as she listened to the soothing
sound of the water which created foaming mountains of bubbles. In
a few moments she would sink luxuriously into them and think about
all the reasons she had for being happy.
She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for
Don when he returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little
lovemaking before dinner either! In fact, Carolyn decided as the
foam rose over her nakedly gleaming body and the warm water
caressed her secret feminine parts, that was exactly what she
needed. Something kinky and exciting, she mused lazily, as the
young bride ran the soft sponge over her silken surfaces. Soft
tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her neck and the
bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, away from
the water. A smile played about her lips as Carolyn thought about
lovemaking. Don was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a
long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking
about Johnny though made Carolyn want to put her fingers down to
the moist split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that
boy could do to drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the
tiny crevices of the beautiful blonde's hair-fringed pussy, making
her shiver with delight as her finger plied within the temptingly
spread folds.
"Mmmmmm ..." she moaned, slipping down just a little more so
that her long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath
the water in the large sunken tub. She began to think of all
sorts of erotic things, images from the books of which she was so
fond formed in her mind as her finger moved rapidly and
persistently between the heated folds of her tender open-mouthed
cunt. She remembered the time her mother's roomer had invited her
into his room, how old had she been 12--13 maybe? And she had
gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of it. Every
detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's memory as
her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the water.
The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous
place to the much younger Carolyn; and now, her nakedly quivering
body almost covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to
still be able to feel the roomer's hands all over her in the
darkness, slipping under her dress and sliding down inside her
panties, touching the precious tight softness of her young virgin
pussy, while the large swollen mass of his excited cock pressed
urgently against her belly.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, recalling how she had called out his
name, "Mr. Johnson!" but his sturdy finger had already begun
worming its way slowly up into the sticky moisture of her warmly
seeping cunt, feeling the minuscule opening throbbing and
quivering around it even as he looked her square in the face.
"You like it, don't you?" he'd asked, panting. "You like
it!"
She had pressed her quivering lips willingly against the
roomer's as she felt the marvelous mushrooming sensation of
pleasure build within her young inexperienced body.
"God!" Mr. Johnson had moaned. But that was the last thing
he said for his finger had begun to move again, ever so slightly
tickling and slipping into the tiny pink opening of her adolescent
pussy, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young
legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip of it higher and
higher in her sparsely hair-covered cunt.
Carolyn could still feel the way she'd melted all around the
strange man's middle finger, her mouth clinging wetly and heatedly
to his, her legs trembling with the unprecedented excitement she
was feeling. An erotic bliss was spreading inside her tenderly
budding young body and she was eagerly rushing to meet it, wanting
it to take hold of her, wanting her mother's roomer to continue
giving her this marvelous feeling.
His finger created a chilling sensation there up in the
moistly trembling wetness between her legs and the young girl
shuddered, frightened and yet too overwhelmed to stop what was
happening. The fact that she had been in her own house, with her
mother bustling about downstairs busy with the housework, both
scared and thrilled her. Then, when breathing heavily, they both
slipped to the floor, little mewls of involuntary delight escaped
Carolyn's lips as the cool hardwood floor touched her naked legs
and the forbidden nature of what she was experiencing brought more
and more pleasure to the unexpected meeting in the roomer's
bedroom.
How masterfully he had held her lips tightly with his own,
and she had smelled tobacco and whiskey as his tongue pressed
forward into her mouth, his loins beginning an urgent back and
forth motion against hers. They were lying on their sides, the
roomer and the young girl of the house, and Carolyn could hardly
catch her breath as she felt Mr. Johnson's insistent mouth
covering hers, forcing her to accept the tip of his hungrily
searching tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her mouth and
throat. But it felt good ... It made her unable to think of
anything else but the wondrous mounting tension in the heretofore
unexplored wetness of her sensitively pulsing little vagina. The
roomer's finger made more and more headway, forcing little ripples
of softly yielding vaginal flesh ahead of it as it entered the
young girl's willingly receiving cunt. Carolyn's pleasure
tormented young body was beginning to writhe and squirm around his
lewdly impaling finger with an unfamiliar longing, a desire that
made her want something more to happen, something she dared not
imagine!
Gone were all thoughts of her mother's rages, of the English
test at school, of the new dress for the party that she could not
buy. She was immediately removed from the petty pace of her
surroundings, and even then, Carolyn knew that she would not be
able to continue living without the miraculous feelings, feelings
to which she had willingly succumbed.
The aroused older man ground his finger higher and higher
into the sweet virginal young flesh up between Carolyn's open
thighs.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned into her mouth. "OH GOOD GOD, you
feel good down there. I can't stop ... I just can't stop!" His
hardened virile cock was growing larger and larger, expanding with
each further thrust of his finger up into the little girl's
tightly clenching vagina. He wanted to release it from the
tightness of his pants, wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the
sweet, untried pussy of the landlady's daughter, the landlady's
little girl.
She wanted it, he knew that much. But would it fit? Or
would she scream and make too much noise? His throbbing cock was
just about to go ... he was going to explode any second. OH!
GOD! HE HAD TO CUM SOON OR DIE!
Carolyn's tight little cunt was driving him wild and the
raspberry taste of her mouth was incredible! Reaching down
between them, hurriedly and nervously, Johnson unzipped his pants,
releasing the swollen mass of his desire-hardened cock.
With a gasp, the older man quickly rolled the landlady's
daughter over, lying full on top of her slight form, but breaking
most of his weight with one hand while the other continued its
damp plunder, moving ever upward into the now well-lubricated
virgin passage of Carolyn's nakedly yielding young cunt.
"OOOOOOH!" Carolyn cried, throwing her head back as she felt
the naked hotness of the older man's excitedly pulsating cock
pressing up against her flat belly. Her panties had long since
been relegated to a strip of torn and flimsy material that left
her young loins exposed to the roomer's lust.
Carolyn raised her arms up and was about to try to push him
away when the wonderful sensation suddenly became more acute in
her tiny, tightly clasping pussy. Above her the roomer began to
move with a quick, hard jerking motion against her stomach with
the hardness of his stiffened penis, and Carolyn had a feeling as
if she were drowning as the mounting desire coursed through her
nymph-like body. She groaned softly and squirmed helplessly
beneath the man's heavy weight. "OOOOoooooh!"
Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby-
like clitoris, a tiny little hardened bud of flesh was now
constantly pressured by the friction of the older man's sensuously
writhing body on top of hers.
And then a sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded her, as
wild, incoherent thoughts went flashing through the young girl's
brain and a fantastically rising feeling increased moment by
moment.
"OH MR. JOHNSON, MR. JOHNSON, FINGER ME FASTER SOMETHING IS
HAPPENING ... SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!!!"
"OH SHIT, KID! I'M CUMMING TOO ... I'M CUMMING TOO!!!" the
roomer replied. The white, hot sperm was racing along inside his
swollen cock, welling up, ready to spurt out and now here it was
slipping from his lustfully throbbing penis, flooding the softness
of the young girl's smooth belly with the force of a firehose, and
he could feel her wetly exploding little cunt clasping and
unclasping all around his middle finger with a frantic rhythm that
told him that she was cumming too! If he could just get up the
rent for another week, by Christ he'd fuck the shit out of her
next time! What a feeling!
* * *
Carolyn lay sprawled in the deep, sunken bathtub. Her legs
spread wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her
thighs her fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to
assuage the fire that seemed suddenly about to overwhelm her ...
coming from her own loins as she relived that strange and exciting
day. It was a meeting that had never had a sequel, for the roomer
had been forced to move on by her mother when his rent was due and
he was unable to pay it. But she had never forgotten her first
experience, and her mind often returned to it in moments of
stress.
Higher and higher Carolyn pressed her fingers up into her
nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her
solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up
inside her already desire-drenched passageway, filling her with a
longing for completion. The young blonde wife could distinctly
remember that first desperately wanted orgasm, and mindlessly she
sought to recreate it now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing
this to herself in the tub, almost as wicked as that first time so
many years ago, almost as wicked as subsequent encounters with
boys, and later on with men. It felt so delicious, and soon it
would be over and she would feel so much better. Carolyn couldn't
tell now if it was the memory of that first experience or her own
furiously rotating fingers that was driving her crazy as the
excited twenty-one year old began a steadily rhythmic fucking
motion up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish
throbbing pussy. The water splashed up and over the edge of the
tub with each thrust the blonde girl made. "OH!" Carolyn sighed,
"OOOOOOHHHHH, it's goooood!"
A bubbling sensation was building hotly within her nakedly
exposed belly beneath the warm tub water. It was spreading
quickly and sending thrilling shivers of delight coursing through
every vein in her lithe, young body. Carolyn moaned sensually as
she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the self-violation of
her own soft slippery pussy's tightly swollen orifice as she let
the joy mount freely.
It felt so wet and warm and like the roomer's fingers, so hot
and real! With shattering certainty she had given up a depth of
emotion to a perfect stranger, a transient roomer, and now, her
face was flushed and crimson with desire, a full-grown beautiful
new wife, Carolyn sobbed as her orgasm swept through her nakedly
quivering flesh.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH ... YEEESSSSS!" she cried, flinging her blonde
head back against the rubber tub pillow as her hair escaped its
hair pins and cascaded in golden curls to _her shoulders.
"OOOOOH MR. JOHNSON ... MR. JOHNSON!!" Over and over, she
wailed out the roomer's name, shamelessly reliving her first
wildly arousing sexual experience. A curious elation rolled from
her widespread pussy to the button-hard tips of her nipples as her
quivering legs grew taut and wave after wave of warm rushing water
carrying a crazily careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. The
new wife rode the crest of each wave, fearlessly, thankfully.
"OH YES, YES," she echoed. "OOOOH MR. JOHNSON!"
* * *
It was already supper time and their father had been home for
some time when the boys reeled back the long wire and pulled the
small microphone out of the bathroom through the air-duct which
led outside. When in the sanctuary of their room after dinner
they played the tape back on their cassette recorder, they were
both pleasantly surprised, elated in fact, to learn that it did
not contain the embarrassing sounds of their new stepmother that
they had expected. The sounds they were getting were of quite a
different nature from those they'd expected, but they knew that
hearing them would prove far more embarrassing to their father's
new wife than any others their microphone might have picked up!
Chapter 4
It was almost two weeks later when Carolyn lay in bed and
sleepily watched as Don blew her a kiss and closed the bedroom
door behind him. He was leaving for work. She never bothered to
get up anymore, since when she'd complained, her understanding
husband told her that he could perfectly well fix his breakfast
himself as he had for so many years. He was concerned about the
effect that his sons were having on Carolyn's nerves, and
encouraged her in her own desire to rest as much as possible.
The housekeeper came in every morning and took care of
whatever cleaning had to be done, so Carolyn felt completely
justified in staying in bed until almost noon every day.
Life should have been beautiful for the attractive blonde,
but in fact it wasn't. She hated to admit it, even to herself,
but Don just wasn't satisfying her. She thought about it now as
she lay with her eyes closed in the softly darkened room. It
wasn't that Don wasn't willing, but sometimes he was so tired that
he came right away, and certainly at his best he usually failed to
continue the strenuous lovemaking that Carolyn wanted. Five
minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what was more, she'd
been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little things to
her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old
boyfriends used to do to send her up the wall.
"I miss that!" she whispered softly to herself, moving her
sensuously naked legs slowly back and forth beneath the covers.
"I could even put up with those two brats, I bet, if I had the
right kind of loving!"
Even though she had promised herself not to think about it,
Carolyn's thoughts returned to the cute magazine salesman who'd
stopped by the day before. He'd had a cup of coffee, and from the
way he looked at her and the things he said, the young wife knew
that he wanted more than to sell her a subscription. She'd told
him to return later in the week after she'd asked her husband. As
a matter of fact Carolyn had mentioned it to Don, and even though
he'd gagged at the price, he'd told her that of course she could
subscribe to any of the magazines she liked.
As she turned over in bed, Carolyn realized that she wanted
the salesman to return. Anything to break the monotony of the
day, to talk a little, flirt a little. What was the harm? If the
young man did in fact return that afternoon, it would be perfect,
for Carolyn knew that her stepsons were due to go on a scouting
picnic in the woods. She'd have the house to herself, free from
their spying and prying.
Lazily, Carolyn reached out, letting her hand slip into the
bottom of the dresser drawer. There she pulled out a new book
she'd picked up in San Francisco the other day. It looked very,
very interesting; and the young bride was in the mood for
something that would take her mind off her own problems. She
flicked the light switch on and began to turn the pages slowly, so
that she would miss nothing of the lewd contents of the book.
"Max felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as
he watched Jennifer O'Hara's licentious performance before the
hotly flushed greedy faces of her half-drunk, lust-aroused
audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming
excitement. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to
wait until the beautiful brunette finished her last show! He'd
have to find something else and fast!"
Carolyn snuggled down to continue reading and the time passed
faster than she thought. She'd heard the vague, indistinct noise
of the twins as they made their breakfast, and then a car had
pulled up and she'd heard them shouting something and slamming the
door as they ran out. With a sigh of relief she'd gone back to
her thrilling story. Now, suddenly there was the ring of the
front doorbell, and a quick glance at the clock told her that it
was already 2:00 PM. The housekeeper would have come and gone,
the boys were off. The person at the door was more than likely
her magazine salesman!
Hurriedly, Carolyn jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a
light-weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It
covered her curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in
the mirror before she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body
to such perfection that it might as well be transparent.
Carolyn shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?"
she asked herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the
door eagerly, while giving her hair a last pat in place.
"Mrs. Larsen! My, you're looking lovely this afternoon!"
"Why ... why thank you." Carolyn blushed convincingly. It
was nice to be told nice things.
"May I come in? I'm here to offer you the tremendous deal I
offered you the other day. You can't go wrong ... and I'm sure if
you discussed it with your husband he agreed ..."
"Yes, yes ... come in." Carolyn led the way, aware of the
salesman's eyes on her moving, swaying hips as they entered the
living room.
"In this deal there are hunting magazines and True Mechanics
for him, the latest in ladies' magazines for you, and if you have
children ... I saw two boys playing outside the other day ... well
we've got some great magazines for them, too!"
"Oh, they're not mine! I mean those are my husband's boys.
Listen you don't have to convince me anymore." She was still
sitting down across from the young dark-haired man on the sofa,
while he poised on the edge of a chair.
"I like all those magazines, even the hunting and fishing
kind." The new Mrs. Larsen smiled winningly. "Would you like
coffee, a drink?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," the young man replied.
Carolyn went into the kitchen, it was spotless, except for a
note which the boys had left her, which Carolyn threw into the
trash.
"Dear Mom ... gone to the picnic. We know you'll miss us,
but we'll be sure to be home for another of your delicious meals!
Love, Tim and Bennie."
Burning the frozen TV dinners could happen to anyone, Carolyn
reminded herself and then put the whole thing out of her mind.
She'd make them drinks. There was some Whiskey Sour mix in the
bottle in the cupboard. Humming a little to herself she added the
whiskey and in a short while returned to the living room where the
salesman was now standing and admiring a painting on the wall. He
turned to take the drink from her, and Carolyn realized that he
was even cuter than she'd remembered.
Was it an accident that his hand brushed the tip of her
breast as he removed the glass from the tray? A delicious shiver
of excitement coursed through the bored housewife as she returned
to the sofa and placed her glass on the cocktail table.
"You must get around quite a bit with a job like this," she
began, picking up her glass again to sip daintily from it.
"I guess you could say so, Mrs. Larsen. May I sit here?"
Carolyn moved slightly making room on the sofa for the young
man to sit beside her. The Whiskey Sour tasted really good
considering she'd had no breakfast at all, and the scent of the
salesman's cologne was a pleasant limy one which she found quite
agreeable.
The second tray came equipped with a pitcher and this time,
as they sat down, Carolyn knew that it was no accident that Bart,
that was his name, let his fingers linger a long while over her
hand before he let go.
"Are you a model?" he asked. "You're so beautiful!"
"No ... no ..." Carolyn laughed. "Once a friend was going to
get me started but I decided against it." She did not move her
hand now when he began to examine her rings.
"Lucky guy, your husband. Married long?"
"He's real sweet," she replied. "No, not too!"
Just how far do I want to go, the young wife of a few weeks
was asking herself. It doesn't seem right, but it's so nice, and
he is a doll. Who would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a
kiss or two and then I'll throw him out!
His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire
was burning, wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her
hand just the slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all
right to kiss her. But when he did she giggled and pulled away.
"Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know?
Nobody's home is there?"
"No ... no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I
hardly know you." Nervously, Carolyn sipped her drink, finishing
off the glass once more.
"It'll give you a chance to get to know me. I guarantee
you'll like me just as much as I like you!" His voice was
soothing, convincing. His words were almost her thoughts exactly.
Yet she couldn't give into him just like that, and she wasn't sure
that she would give in at all.
"I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively.
Tossing her blonde hair back, the young twenty-one year old wife
stood up. "I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she
announced in a matter of fact, no nonsense tone.
Carolyn started toward the kitchen without turning around and
once there at the sink she began to rinse the whiskey sour
glasses. Something that she wouldn't ordinarily think to do, but
which now would give her time to think. But before she could
think of anything he was behind her, tall and strong, his arms
enfolding her from behind, circling her waist as the hard column
of his penis insinuated itself between the soft mounds of her
buttocks through her jersey peignoir.
"OH!" she said, but the magical thrills were too much for her
as the bold salesman's fingers searched the opening of her gown
and moved inside touching the smooth, white flesh of her slender
waist. Carolyn felt her knees momentarily buckle. She whirled to
face him and to her surprise, he kept her close to him, his hands
once more within her gown, touching her hotly, insistently. The
new housewife hadn't anticipated the shock of his hot flesh upon
her near naked body, and a giddiness overcame her as with an odd
gentleness he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory skin,
upward along her arms and across her shoulders as the peignoir
fell away to reveal her perfect nakedness.
"Christ!" the young salesman gasped. "You're more beautiful
than I thought. Hell, yes, beautiful!" He let the ends of his
fingers trace the small bone contours of Carolyn's facial features
while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the
grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands.
"A stranger ..." she thought. "An absolute stranger!"
Memories of the roomer in the upstairs room when she was a little
girl returned to her, making her begin to tremble with excitement.
"You're like velvet, so smooth, so soft," he hissed, and
Carolyn could see from his expression that the young man was
almost mesmerized by the sight of her creamy nakedness.
"Oh God!" she thought, "What am I doing? I'm nothing but a
sluttish whore ... letting him do these things to me ... even
wanting him to! But his hands ... they're as gentle as a child's.
I ... I can't help it!"
There in the well-equipped and spacious kitchen with the
California sun streaming through the curtained windows Carolyn's
breath caught in her throat as the salesman began to massage and
knead, stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching
at the tiny, hard, cherry-like nipples and rolling them between
his fingers, causing new, wild sensations to jolt excitedly
through the young blonde's entire body. Then he was kissing her
breasts and his tongue was tracing a wet line of excitation along
her trembling flesh. Leaning back against the sink, cold and
steely at her back, Carolyn closed her eyes in the intoxicating
delight that the magazine salesman was giving her. It was
enveloping her, until at last as she stood there, her brain
swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of
her love-starved body, she felt him pulling her along, moving her
over to the kitchen seats, two long wide benches which framed a
wooden table.
Carolyn didn't resist; she'd gone this far. Why fight it
now? Yet she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoral quality of
her actions either, not fighting the brash young man's lustful
attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire.
She found herself dropping to the bench obediently and lying
back along the length of it as he was slithering down her body,
rolling his tongue once more along her exposed flesh. The leather
of the cushion beneath her back was warm and pliant as she stared
up at him, watching the powerful ripple of his arm muscles beneath
his casual sport shirt; then he half-lifted himself and spread her
thighs, moving her up so that he could crawl between them, his
handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
Outdoors, it was turning to late afternoon, and Carolyn felt
her mind glazed with rapture as the salesman's large, flat palms
pressed against the incredible softness of her inner thighs moving
them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited
with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.
"OOOOOoohhhhh!" the blonde housewife lurched and groaned as
Bart's hot, moist lips closed over the little golden triangle at
the base of her belly. Then she felt the wet, taunting kisses
being lavished upon the hair-rimmed slit of her quivering cunt ...
delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed, tingling lips of her
feverish pussy, kisses that suddenly she realized she would
willingly sell her soul for! And his tongue gently parted the
soft clinging tendrils of blonde hair and began to flick snake-
like at the delicate quivering opening.
Every single muscle of Carolyn's prostrate body seemed to
react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her petal-like
vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from
her lovely mouth.
Dear God ... don't stop ... don't stop, you wonderful lover!
All of my life I've waited for this ... not really knowing it ...
and now you've got to fulfill me with it. Oh, please don't stop!
Please, please, please!
The excited blonde groaned throatily ... sounds that were
originating deep in her chest, while the hot, probing tip of the
salesman's tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length
of her narrow, damp pussy, starting at the creamy, quivering of
her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the
elastic-like opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into
the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks.
Carolyn gasped as she felt his hands move down to the backs
of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side
of him, then he raised her knees and pressed them up and over her
body so that the kneecaps touched her desire-wracked breasts,
exposing the whole steaming area of her magnificently displayed
loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" the adulterous bride whimpered at
the lewd depravity the stranger was subjecting her to, and at her
own overpowering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight
little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic
sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God, truly, he had aroused
all of the latent, wanton bitch within her! If there had been any
shame or guilt before it had long since been overcome with the
licentious excitement flooding through her entire being! She was
in heaven ... or was it hell?
Bart could hardly believe it. This good-looking chick had
gone smack-assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his
slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. It was fantastic! And
the way she was giving herself to him without any real struggle at
all! He'd been right to make sure to come back to Mrs. Larsen's
house today! He wasn't sure about her signals the other day, but
now, by God, he knew he'd been correct about the hidden hot streak
he'd suspected she had! She was out of her mind with sexual lust
and she was driving him even further out of his. Hell, there was
no question, he'd come back again and again in the afternoons to
get some of this good pussy! His cock ached like someone had been
beating it with a hammer, he thought as he feelingly released it
from his pants, and felt it grinding nakedly into the kitchen
cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cuntal lips
brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks.
He'd never had any doubts that he was going to fuck her, not
after the Whiskey Sours came out, and now, as his tongue slashed
up and down within her slippery pussy, he told himself that she
was special, something really special. He'd never seen a bitch
let down the barriers so quickly, and he knew it wasn't all the
whiskey's fault that she had. No, she just needed it bad, and now
she was getting it, and this was just the beginning!
Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he
decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her
quivering, responsive pussy, the magazine salesman began to
visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with
Carolyn's captured body. Just as he used his steady girl, and any
other woman he could get to sate his lust.
* * *
"Just let us out here, Mr. Jenkins!" Tim and Bennie jumped
out at the corner and waved good-bye as the rest of the boys in
the station wagon were driven homeward by the scoutmaster. They'd
had a good time, but now they were looking forward to returning
home, just a bit earlier than expected. They hadn't planned it--
far from it. One of the other boys had sprained an ankle and had
been taken to the hospital and since most of the fun was over
anyway, the picnic was terminated early.
"Don't make any noise going in. Maybe we can catch her doing
something!"
"Like jerking herself off in the living room while she's
reading one of those dirty books of hers!" Bennie was delighted
with the image.
Their sneakers padded along toward their house as the boys'
shining faces reflected their anticipation.
* * *
Inside the kitchen the salesman rammed his worming tongue up
into the soft-rimmed flesh that was so fully presented to him and
listened for Carolyn's groans of delight. Ovalling his lips and
pressing tightly to her pulsing pussy he began to suck,
alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking moans
from the depths of Carolyn's being. He felt the sleek flesh slip
moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the
housewife's fully aroused cunt contracted in a rhythmic sucking
cadence trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper into
it.
Carolyn whimpered beneath the unbelievable enchantment of the
salesman's voracious sucking and licking. She sensed the imminent
loss of all body and mind control. Her brain reeled numbly in its
mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss.
Then suddenly the salesman was drawing her throbbing clitoris
up to its full erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid
tongue. The sensuously aroused area of her quivering hair-rimmed
pussy was a whirling pool of rapture.
And then he was moving up over her and Carolyn felt his
tongue trail upward until it found the lust-stiffened nipple of
the housewife's left breast, then the right, sucking and bringing
salacious gasps of additional pleasure from Carolyn's parched
lips. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and simultaneously forced
her smooth white legs and thighs wider and wider apart upon the
cushions of the kitchen bench.
"MY GOD, MY GOD!" Carolyn gasped and clung tightly to the
stranger she'd admitted to her house. She kissed and sucked at
the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own
cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and
the lewd, animal thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing
of the magazine salesman's long, rigid cock against her naked
thighs, its contact like a searing rod of fire prodding her into a
violent realization of her wanton carnality, but instead of
resisting, she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft,
blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.
As Bart raised up above her to allow her access, and she
clutched at the heavy, solid thickness of him, he could hear the
quickening of her breath and feel the heat of her fingers
encircling his throbbing hard cock, her long, slim fingers barely
going around it.
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Oh ... oh, I do. I want it ... need it so bad!" Carolyn
choked almost tearfully.
Bart bent down and kissed the beautiful blonde once again;
then she felt the bulbous tip of him moving up and down, parting
the soft, golden pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her
seeping cunt, pressing the small mouth of her tingling vagina
open. Carolyn held her breath as the lust-engorged head of the
salesman's cock pressed into her with a harshness she had not
expected. She choked suddenly with the pain from the hard cruel
pressure.
"AAAAAGH!" she grunted, automatically resisting the
unexpected pain.
Above her Bart felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through
him at her soulful grunt, and he was unable to conceal the evil
grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth as he shoved a
little further into the pain, knowing that in a minute it would
feel good to both of them. But he never did reach that point
because of an event totally beyond his control.
"Gee Mom ... you should have told us you were going to have
company and we would have brought home some ice-cream!"
Bennie and Tim stood gaping in the doorway, each with a fixed
expression of angelic innocence frozen upon his boyish face. The
boys only retreated after having the satisfaction of seeing the
magazine salesman's frightened face as he scrambled off of their
stepmother, leaving his own naked genitals as well as Carolyn's
exposed to their interested eyes.
"Get OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Carolyn was screaming,
hysterically and almost apoplectic with rage and frustration not
to mention fear at being found in such a dubious position by her
new husband's sons.
What followed was humiliating and horrid, as the salesman
rapidly recovered, grabbed his attache case and slammed out the
front door without so much as a good-bye. Carolyn shakily drew on
her negligee, and with a trembling hand, poured what was left of
the pitcher of Whiskey Sours into a tall glass and drank it down
in one desperate gulp.
"What the hell am I going to do now?" she wondered, dazedly.
Chapter 5
"Well, what kind of day did you all have?" Don poked at the
overdone hamburger on his plate while eyeing the lifeless and limp
frozen string beans. A lukewarm dish of instant mashed potatoes
was his only solace. He wondered if Carolyn would be insulted if
he suggested hiring a cook, maybe just someone who'd come in to do
the dinner. He hadn't had a decent meal in weeks!
Carolyn fiddled nervously with her wine glass. She'd
insisted upon serving the cool white wine despite the decidedly
plebeian aspects of the dinner. While she bit her lip, trying to
decide what to answer, the boys helped her out.
"Oh, we had a really great afternoon. All of us, Dad!"
"Yes?" Don looked questioningly at Carolyn, who choked on her
wine and began to hurriedly wipe at the spilled drops on her
hostess gown.
Tim continued, smiling broadly, "The picnic was wonderful,
Dad, and Johnny Gordon twisted his ankle! It was just great. Mom
had fun, too!" he added gratuitously.
Don was pleased that the boys had decided on their own to
call his new wife Mom and he smiled. "But Carolyn, you didn't go
along on the picnic, did you?"
"I ... uh ... no ... I ..."
"Mom had company!" Bennie said, moving on from the remains of
his dinner to a more satisfying glass of milk.
"Oh?" Don turned once more to his new wife for confirmation.
"Yes ..." Carolyn replied, desperate for an end to the
conversation. "Yes, a friend ... an old friend from school
stopped by." The disturbed blonde glared fixedly at Tim and
Bennie as she spoke.
I'll kill them, she thought, I'll just break their little
necks!
"Mom's such a good hostess, Dad," Tim said.
"The best!" Bennie added.
"Yes, I'm sure she is. I'm glad to hear that you had
company, my dear. A young girl like you ... you need to have fun
and friends. As soon as I get the Edson Building over and done
with we'll be going out a good deal more, too. I promise you
that!"
Carolyn gulped and stared fixedly at her plate. She wasn't
hungry. Not at all.
* * *
Carolyn was out at the hairdressers, and the boys felt duty
bound to continue their investigation of her private world.
Bennie was still chuckling about the way their new stepmother had
run out of the house after they'd confronted her in the living
room with the lewd tape of her intimate bath of several days
before.
The stunned young blonde stood stock still, her face a mask
of terror as the sounds of her own lewd and obscene moaning came
over the living room speakers. Even the sound of the water
splashing in the tub had been caught by the boys' indiscreet
microphone. The memory of her frenzied self-touching was brought
back acutely as she heard the wanton tones of her frantic orgasm.
"But don't worry, Mom! We won't tell Dad. Not yet anyway.
We'll give you another chance to get to be a good wife!"
Carolyn's recorded sighs turned to whimpers of lust over the
expensive speaker system, and the young blonde could feel her
knees trembling as she stood there, staring with disbelief into
the young boys' innocent-looking faces.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ... YOU ... YOU MONSTERS ... YOU'RE
NOTHING BUT LITTLE MONSTERS!! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR?
I WON'T STAND FOR IT!" Bennie and Tim laughed and laughed as
Carolyn whirled and went running out the door. They played the
tape one more time before they went into their father's and
stepmother's bedroom to see what they could see.
"Hey, Tim, look!" Bennie held up a brown packet that he'd
found in the bottom of the dresser drawer. Inside there were
several pamphlets, all of them new.
"Looks like we hit the jackpot!" Tim cried.
They carefully closed the drawers and tried to leave things
much as they'd found them. but the twins carried the packet of
thin books to their own room with them.
There, they went through them with considerable interest,
until finally they found one that particularly stirred their
imagination.
Ancient Love Potions, A Survey of Aphrodisiacs Through the
Ages.
"WOW!"
"Wow is right!"
They settled down to investigate the book, and it was dusk by
the time they'd finished reading and studying it. Their
stepmother hadn't returned yet, and neither had their father. A
short while later a phone call confirmed what they'd suspected.
Carolyn had stopped by Dad's office and asked him to take her to
dinner.
"Sure, Dad, we'll be just fine. You know we like to cook
anyway. We'd just as soon cook for ourselves all the time!"
Tim hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. But instead
of making themselves dinner the boys were getting ready to try a
recipe they'd never done. An authentic ancient love potion which
called for a variety of ingredients that could be found in their
own kitchen.
"Sure," Tim said, as they were busy mixing and stirring.
"It's only fair. It's her book, isn't it? She should be the
first to get the benefits of our first concoction!"
"A little more cinnamon. I'll get the clam juice from the
top shelf!"
"Listen, why don't we just call the herb store in town and
see if they'll deliver the wormwood and ginseng?"
"Great idea, but I'd better get a whole bunch of other stuff,
too, so they don't get suspicious!"
"Good thinking," agreed Bennie, "And you'd better tell them
to charge it to Dad's account."
"I don't think he has one."
"No matter, that old bat that runs the place would be more
than happy to open up an account for Dad. You ever see the way
she looks at him when we're just passing by?"
"Yeah ... guess you're right. You know Dad sure does deserve
someone better than old Carolyn!"
"Don't worry, we'll be rid of Miss Hot Pants soon enough!"
The potion bubbled ominously on the stove, and was beginning
to thicken. The color was an unappetizing gray, so the twins
added food coloring. Finally it turned a pretty raspberry color,
but it still smelled god-awful. Afraid to taste it themselves,
the boys decided to add honey and vanilla to help the taste and
smell, and they let it go at that.
The mixture was cooling on the outside of their bedroom
window, and the boys were sleeping peacefully, each dreaming of
the morrow when they would try out the new concoction by the time
Don and Carolyn returned home.
* * *
"I guess the boys have gone to bed," Don said, looking at his
watch.
"Thank God!" Carolyn muttered under her breath.
"What did you say, darling?" Don guided his pretty bride
toward the bedroom. What a large dinner they'd had down at Trader
Vic's, and all those Mai Tai's. His head was spinning.
"Oh, I said, 'Thank God, they're getting some rest.' They're
so very active. They need their sleep."
"Why Carolyn, you're beginning to sound like a real little
mother!" Don was touched by his wife's concern for the boys. He
was going away to Los Angeles on business the next day and he was
glad that the boys would be in good hands with Carolyn while he
was gone.
Their bedroom was cool and quiet, and Carolyn sank down into
the bed without taking off her dress. Her head was throbbing from
all the drinks they'd had and from the terrible problems she'd
been weighing. She would never be able to continue living with
those kids in the same house. NEVER!
"I was thinking, honey," the twenty-one year old said
sweetly, as she watched her husband undressing for bed.
"Yes?"
"Uh ... isn't there some summer camp the boys could go to. I
mean before they go to school in the fall. Maybe they should have
more exposure to kids their own age."
"I don't know, Carolyn. It's too late to get them into a
camp now. And besides they have their scouting. They seem to get
a lot out of that."
"Oh, never mind!" Carol was annoyed. Obviously she wouldn't
get rid of them until the fall. Almost two whole months to go.
"I was thinking something else!" she said, her tone slightly
belligerent.
Don was climbing into bed now, his pajamas on, while she lay
fully clothed, her head spinning, on the top of the covers.
"What is it, love?"
"Would you fuck me, Don? Would you fuck me right now!"
* * *
In the morning, Tim went to the back door and whistled.
After a few moments the happy sound of barking came from the woods
in back of the house.
"Here Shep, good boy, Shep! Come on, boy!"
Shep was an outdoor dog. He very rarely, if ever, came into
the house, preferring to spend most of his time out playing or
sleeping in his spacious dog house behind the Larsen's home.
But now the boys wanted to bring Shep into the house. Into
their room, in fact.
The German Shepherd padded happily into their room and the
boys just had time to close the door behind him when their father
came rushing out of his bedroom. He was carrying his suitcase and
wearing his dark gray suit. The boys knew from past experience
that this meant that he was going out of town on business.
"Hey, where you going, Dad?" Bennie asked.
"Going to L.A., got to inspect the site again for the Edson
Building. Wish to hell this thing were all over, boys. I'll be
back in a couple of days. Three at the most. You take good care
of Carolyn for me, now!"
"We sure will, Dad. We'll take good care of her. Don't you
worry!"
"I'm late already. I'll grab something out at the airport.
Got to get the helicopter in Sausalito to the San Francisco
airport. See you soon, boys. Tell Carolyn I'll be calling
tonight!"
By the time the twins returned to their bedroom, they found
to their amazement that Shep had already discovered the potion
they'd prepared the night before. They'd placed it on Tim's desk
with the intention of giving the big dog just a tiny bit, but he
himself had found it and they now observed him standing up on the
chair, his front paws on the desk while he consumed a goodly
portion of what they'd made.
"CRIPES, SHEP! THAT'S ENOUGH!" The boys rushed forward and
rescued what was left of the mixture from the hairy family dog.
They then settled down on their beds to watch.
"I hope Shep will be all right!" Bennie said, confiding his
fears to his brother.
"Looks okay, so far," Tim replied.
The dog was lying on the circular braided rug that lay
between their twin beds. He seemed to be falling asleep, and the
boys were distinctly disappointed as time passed and still nothing
happened. Carefully they read the recipe again to make sure that
they hadn't left anything out.
This particular recipe was supposed to have been one used by
Madame de Pompadour as a sauce for venison. The thirteen year
olds realized that they had allowed their own "sauce" to thicken
quite a bit, but they didn't see why this might have a detrimental
effect upon its potency.
They had already heard the slow-moving sleepy sounds that
their stepmother made just after getting up, when Shep began to
stir. At first the dog turned around three or four times as if
trying to settle more comfortably on the rug. Then his eyes
sprang wide open and he began to pant a little bit at first, and
then more and more heavily.
It was almost noon then. By the time 2:00 had rolled around
it was clear to the boys by Shep's erratic behavior that their
famous "sauce" was a success. In fact, they had to leave the
room, locking it carefully behind them so as to keep the
thoroughly aroused dog inside.
"What the hell is all that racket?" Carolyn asked. She was
sitting in the living room, still wearing her negligee as she had
a late breakfast of toast and coffee.
"Oh, nothing, Mom!" Tim said breezily. "Nothing for you to
worry about!"
Carolyn looked suspiciously at the boys. "Now you two listen
to me. You father has gone away on business and I want you to
know I won't take any nonsense from you while he's away!"
"Look who's talking about nonsense! 'Oh, I want it ... need
it so baaaaaaaad!'"
"'OH, MR. JOHNSON, MR. JOHNSON,'" Tim and Bennie had to run
fast to escape the projectiles that their father's new wife sent
crashing after them, but they made the kitchen in time.
"Boy, is she going to get hers!" Tim said, panting as they
rested in the kitchen.
"Yeah," Bennie echoed, sitting on the kitchen bench. "In
more ways than one!"
The boys looked at each other, each knowing just what that
meant! Each understanding the secret unspoken dreams and lusts
that had developed within their young bodies and minds since their
new stepmother's arrival in the house.
Then the intimate moment was gone and the twins got down to
the business at hand.
"What should we put it in?" asked Tim.
"Well, she's eating now. Just toast and coffee, but I'll bet
she has some more."
"Let's put some in that jam she's so piggy about!"
"Yeah ... that cherry stuff. She's already gone through six
jars of the stuff since she's been here. If she keeps up like
that she'll be as big as a house!"
"Good deal, you get the jar and I'll stir some in right on
top."
"No, fill the whole jar with it!"
"Good deal!"
* * *
Carolyn grumbled to herself in the living room, and then when
she heard the twins slam the kitchen door, she rose and went into
the kitchen to get some more coffee. What a hangover! And to
make matters worse, she still felt a dull sensation of longing in
her loins, left over from her unsatisfactory lovemaking with Don
the night before. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it, what there was
of it, it was just that there wasn't enough! One little orgasm
hadn't even put a dent in the built-up lusts within the young
blonde wife. And now here she was stuck alone in the house with
those rotten spying kids. If she wanted to have any fun, she'd
have to go out and get it for chrissakes!
Angrily, Carolyn dipped into the jar of her favorite jam.
She took a finger full of the sticky liquid while placing two more
slices of toast in the toaster. Her blonde curls hung in a
disheveled mass about her head as she absentmindedly waited for
the toast to come back up.
At the kitchen window, the one where the cheery curtains were
parted, Tim and Bennie's heads popped up from time to time to
check on the progress of the jam.
By this time Carolyn was buttering the slices of golden toast
and then spreading them thickly with the jam.
"This batch tastes different," the young woman had noted with
the first dip of her jammy finger into her mouth. But the
different taste was not unpleasant, and Carolyn decided to enjoy
it.
Munching on her toast, she headed back to her room. Five
minutes later she came out and made some more toast and jam. Tim
and Bennie saw that their stepmother was yawning as she took the
new plate of toast back to her room, and they looked at each other
with knowing blue eyes.
"It's working!" they said in unison.
It was afternoon and each check-up they'd made upon their
stepmother proved to them that she was still sound asleep.
Disappointed, they nonetheless hoped that Carolyn would soon be
coming to. It was getting harder and harder to contain Shep in
their room, and in fact they were a little frightened of opening
the door at all. They could hear the excited animal inside
bumping about against the furniture, whining and barking as he
tried to get out.
"Gee, we don't know how long the stuff lasts, I hope old
Carolyn gets started before it's too late!"
To while away the time they read more of Carolyn's
lasciviously slanted books, one of which detailed exactly the
scene they hoped would ensue from their little experiment. It was
amazing to find that their imagination had been so closely
paralleled by someone else who had gone so far as to describe the
whole scene vividly in a book.
"Maybe we should become writers!" Bennie suggested.
"Yeah, we could, you know!" But this little idea was rapidly
tossed aside when they heard the unmistakable sounds of stirring
inside their stepmother's room.
Inside the darkened bedroom, Carolyn woke up feeling
frightened. Something was wrong, but she wasn't sure just what it
was. She nervously ran her fingers through the weight of her long
blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that
she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders and indeed she felt
like removing her gown. The frightened young wife jumped up and
hurriedly ran into the bathroom, where she removed her negligee
and drew herself a large glass of water. Drinking it down, she
noted hopefully that it did make her cooler. She reached up and
adjusted the dial for the air-conditioning system in the bedroom
and bathroom, turning it on for the first time that summer.,
"A shower!" she thought, "That's what I need!" She stepped
into the deep tub and reached up to turn on a jet of cold water.
The feel of the water on Carolyn Larsen's deep peach-toned naked
body began to inflame her, however, rather than cooling her down.
Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated the young
blonde beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of
desire.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING ... WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" she wondered
aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to the medicine cabinet
where she withdrew a small tin of salve. The disturbed young
woman dipped her finger into the salve and then spread it onto her
tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put a little bit down
between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of her swollen and
oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her as Carolyn
had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the opposite
effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against the
velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and
more furious.
Carolyn had known lust and desire before, but never anything
like this!
"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered. "OH MY GOD!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. At first she felt
light as a feather and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When
she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift
until she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers
began to traverse her half-clad body and Carolyn finally fell to
the floor of the spacious bathroom. She just had to get something
inside her ... something that would satisfy her!
Panic-stricken by the intensity of her desire, the thought
entered Carolyn's mind that she might die if she did not have
surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread throughout
her system. She rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing
herself against the grain of the fiber until she reached the
bedroom.
"OH HELP, HELP!" she moaned, "Help!"
Without waiting for a second call, the boys came running into
the room and finally spotted their father's new bride nakedly
writhing on the floor at the doorway between the bedroom and the
adjoining bath.
"What's wrong, Mom?" they asked, their eyes gleaming with
excitement. But Carolyn didn't seem to be able to answer them. A
tiny bit of spittle had formed at one corner of her lips and she
was panting heavily. Her eyes rolled fearfully at them as she
pointed to an object on her night-table.
"This, Mom?" Tim asked, picking up an ornamental candle. Tim
took the long phallus-shaped object which had never been burned
and which was black and purple in color over to Carolyn, and was
surprised at her strength as she snatched it from him.
The thirteen year olds stood by with interested expressions
as their twenty-one year old stepmother desperately tried to fit
the thick instrument up into the raging pit of her vaginal
passage. The golden-haired blonde twisted her entire body upwards
from the rug, turning it a little to the side, her long legs
widespread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck
just inside her widely yawning hair-fringed pussy.
"UUUuuuuuugggggggghhhh!" Carolyn's terror-filled eyes turned
to the boys who stood nearby. She seemed to be imploring them
with her eyes to come and help her get the large candle inside
her.
Tim looked at Bennie and Bennie looked at Tim. Then the
slightly older twin stepped forward, his mind made up, and
grabbing hold of the candle--thus removing it from Carolyn's
frantic fingers--he made a sudden thrusting motion, twirling it in
the flooded pit of his new mother's golden-blonde-fringed cunt,
pushing it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery
noise into the young girl's rampaging pussy.
Carolyn felt the cold hard-edged object entering her, filling
her with alarm as she realized that it was making her cum. Making
her cum in an entirely different way from any that she knew. Her
heavy, well-formed breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny
orgasms of their own that spread and electrified Carolyn's entire
body. Tim was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his
climaxing stepmother, a pained, contorted expression upon his face
that was mirrored by Bennie who stood nearby watching.
"MOREMORE MOREMOREMOREMORE!" Carolyn commanded. It was not
enough. No, the twisting and thrusting candle was not enough and
the orgasm that was enveloping her at the very moment was not
enough. "IT'S NOT ENOUGH ... NONONONO ... NOT ENOUGH!" she
shouted in desperation.
Chapter 6
"Go get him, Bennie!" Tim called, and Bennie went flying from
the room. Moments later the sound of Shep's heavy panting came
from the livingroom, and then the dog entered the bedroom.
Carolyn lay upon the floor, twisting and turning as she cried
in desperation trying to satisfy herself now that her husband's
young son had stepped away from her.
Tim saw Shep bounding into the room, with Bennie fast behind
him and he spoke. "Here, Mom ... here's something that will help
you out!"
Carolyn, confused and upset, could not believe her eyes when
the big dog came into her line of vision. His furry black and
brown head neared hers, and his panting tongue touched her face.
"NO!" she cried, cringing away. "I HATE DOGS ... I HATE DOGS
... LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
But Tim and Bennie were adamant. "Come on, Mom. You're not
in any position to quibble. See Shep sure does like you!"
Already the big dog had smelled the sensuous scent of
Carolyn's flagrantly aroused pussy. Already the dog knew what it
was that he had to do.
Carolyn seemed to realize the full seriousness of the
situation and to understand exactly what it was that the boys had
in mind.
"NEVER!" she cried, despite the bursting, building lust
within her. "NEVER, I TELL YOU!"
Carolyn tried to get up but Shep, excited by her shouting,
pounced upon his master's new wife, his heavy paws pushing against
the soft nakedness of her shoulders, pressing her down once more
onto the shag-rugged floor.
Tim and Bennie watched their stepmother's fear-contorted
face. They were sure that she couldn't fight her own rising
desires not to mention the German Shepherd's superior strength.
The lusty hot smell from between the female's legs incited the big
animal, and the boys could see that he was ready as they bent
forward to see the rigid animal shaft pointing forward from the
beast's hairy belly, hanging like a giant spear, twitching and
throbbing with lust as it poised seemingly waiting for a command
to sink its massive head into the golden trimmed pit of Carolyn's
seeping pussy.
"Ready Shep ... Yeah, you're ready big boy!"
"Get her now, fuck her, boy, fuck her 'til she screams for
mercy!"
Tim and Bennie grinned at each other, and marveled at their
evil command. Bennie could see that Tim's hardened throbbing cock
was pushing against his summer shorts exactly as his own was. It
twitched spasmodically as he, too, waited in lewd anticipation.
Our time will come, he thought as he watched the huge animal lift
itself; the huge redness of its lustfully hard cock hovering over
Carolyn's trembling thighs, getting a firm grip now on the rug
just on either side of her shoulders so that he could ram his
aching cock into her fiery pussy.
"OH NO NONONONONONO nononononoooooooooooo!" Carolyn moaned,
fear gripping every portion of her lovely, defenseless body. Yet,
the building force of the potion within her was working against
her. Struggle as she would there was no way for her to escape the
enormous animal whose teeth loomed so near to her face, whose
pawing dug convulsively into the rug beside her delicate exposed
flesh.
Clumsily the drugged dog probed for the tenderness of
Carolyn's aching pussy, pushing the swollen red tip of his
dripping cock into the soft smoothness of her widespread thighs
again and again in a vain effort to find the pulsating wet
opening. But just the touching and the fur that tickled over her
nakedness was enough to start the flashes of climax within the
drugged young wife. By now she was aware of only a huge hot form
hovering over her perspiration glistening body. The dog didn't
exist, the twins were mere shadows in the distance, there was only
the sensation of the pulsing animal member near her desire-
drenched vagina.
Carolyn's orgasm was building again and she had no control
over it now as it grew like a huge ocean wave coming down fast
over a California beach. The tormented young blonde housewife
groaned softly as the dog poked at her and the electric shocks
began shooting through every pore of her tortured skin.
Impulsively, the excited young wife pushed her shapely hips upward
in an effort to impale herself with the thrusting penis, but she
failed, and began clutching her buttocks in one final effort to
reach orgasm. She had to cum! Had to release the terrible aching
want in her soft, quivering pussy.
Tim and Bennie's eyes were glued to their stepmother's sleek,
undulating loins as they strained up desperately for the big dog's
raging cock. They wanted to see the dog get inside her before she
came this time, and of one mind, the boys reached forward and
grabbed the German Shepherd's fur sheathed penis, pushing it
forward as the dog jerked against their fingers. Easily they
guided the throbbing dog-cock toward their stepmother's burning
cunt and pushed it inward to the background of Carolyn's whimpers.
"Good Shep. Good old boy!" they crooned to the faithful
animal. "Do it now ... do it ... she deserves it!"
The lust-filled dog had never known such excitement. Below
him the human female's clasping pussy nearly sucked him in of its
own volition before he suddenly took control and drove his massive
swollen penis deep into her gyrating flesh, filling her with what
seemed like all 150 pounds of his animal muscle.
"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" Carolyn wailed as shocks of pain
ricocheted within her tender vaginal walls. But it wasn't only
pain, it was pleasure, luxurious pleasure that filled her nakedly
longing body and made the wet yearning walls of her desire-
maddened cunt palpitate with ecstasy. There was no stopping now,
it was too late. Suddenly every muscle in the lithe housewife's
drugged body contracted as wild ripples of electricity flashed
through engulfing her and a tumultuous rising of climax flooded
through her trembling white belly until it reached the madly,
pulsing walls of her simmering pussy.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHCUMMMMMMMMINGGGGGG I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
CUMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!" she wailed like an uncontrolled animal
herself, her nakedly gyrating body twisting and writhing in the
last untamed throes of her orgasm.
Then with the sudden release, she relaxed momentarily,
completely exhausted. It was only then that the shivering young
blonde realized that something still was thrusting in and out of
her ravaged pussy. She felt it thrusting and pulling in and out
as she lay prostrate upon the floor of her bedroom, her eyes
closed as the massive instrument of lust kept moving within her
indecently exposed pussy.
"Who is it? Who is it?" she thought, dazedly. Her mind had
protected her from the harsh reality of the situation by blanking
out, and now she felt too tired, and perhaps too frightened to
look. But then she heard the voices of the twins.
"Good boy, Shep ... Good boy ... She really dug it, Shep!"
"Great going, old dog!"
THE DOG! Carolyn's eyes flashed open in horror and stared at
the lust-crazed form of the panting dog that continued humping her
with all its animal fury.
"OHHHHHHH GOD NOOOOOOO!" she clawed and screamed, trying to
pull away from the sexually aroused animal. It was too much for
her. It wasn't just a person who had aroused and started the
tingling of her loins and who had subsided it with his driving
cock, it was a dog!
A giant German Shepherd was fucking her like a bitch in heat
he had found on a street corner! This was the final defeat. The
final degradation! Her mother's voice came back to taunt her.
"You'll never amount to anything much Carolyn. You haven't got
what it takes!"
Yes, that same mother she had tried to prove wrong all this
time. The same woman she'd been planning to invite to her new
home within a few days. How could she gloat now about her
success, how could she even face herself in the mirror ever again.
The proud, new Mrs. Larsen, wife of a successful architect, no
longer the nowhere student and part-time secretary. No, now she
was supposed to be somebody! All her dreams had been dashed in
this one terrible moment! She had struggled and connived to
become Mrs. Don Larsen, and now she was a perverted creature,
destroyed by the horrible ravishment of an animal!
Carolyn's eyes began to roll in their sockets as with horror
and shock, she watched the animal above her, continuing in his
last gasps of orgasm.
"Get him off me ... Get him off!" she wailed pitifully,
turning toward the boys. It was too much watching the animal, but
when she turned for help to her husband's sons she saw that they
had exposed their boyish cocks and were letting their fingers move
with determination along the hot rigid flesh as they watched their
father's wife being mounted by a dog.
"Oh my God ... my God! You've done this ... you've done this
to me!" she cried out to them. The distraught young twenty-one
year old knew that if she didn't stop the dog now she might
succumb once more to the lustfully throbbing penis that rammed
again and again into her hair-covered pussy.
Already Carolyn could feel the moisture starting to seep from
her aching pussy and she knew that she must stop him or she would
become aroused again by the devilish fire that lurked in her
system. She couldn't stand it! She had to stop him!
Tim and Bennie laughed heartily, but their laughter stopped
abruptly as they saw their stepmother succumb once more to the
lewd dog-fucking she was getting. Their own desire had crept up
on them, and the tingling of their youthful loins became stronger
and stronger as their heated palms increased their friction
against two hard, desire-filled cocks.
"Make him stop!" she continued to cry, but Tim and Bennie
could see that her lovely even-featured face was once more taking
on that blank expression that signaled the continued potency of
their 'sauce'!
For Carolyn, the ripples of excitement were growing again,
trembling through her entire body as the obscene animal passion
grew and grew. There was nothing else again but the red-hot
throbbing that filled her with rigid muscle, spreading the
clinging gold hairs of her streaming cunt wide as it penetrated to
the fullest, the dog's lower belly pressing against her nakedly
trembling flesh, his open, panting jaws dripping trails of saliva.
But now she didn't care. It was all a dream, a bad dream that
wouldn't stop until she had brought the excited animal to the end
of his strength. There was nothing to do but accept the pummeling
cock, the surging hardness within her delicately formed pussy.
She had to give in!
The trapped housewife's passion had won the lascivious battle
as she raised her shapely hips to meet the out-and-in thrusting of
the great dog, fighting to defeat him, and to defeat herself in
the making, to cum again and again until it was all over.
"Oooooooh! Ooooooooooh! Oooooooooooh!" Carolyn moaned now,
deliriously responding to each lewd thrust. "Now doggie, now
doggie, further ... now doggie! MORE ... MORE ... MORE!"
The struggling blonde's muscles seemed to be exploding as she
let still another crashing climax invade her impossibly tensed
body. Finally the big German Shepherd had come to the end of his
endurance and began squealing like a puppy as he, too, climaxed in
a rage of snarling desire, his animal ears hearing the female
beneath him as she cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Aaaaaarrrrrr AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she wailed from deep within
the tense throat as the final whiplash of potent orgasm reached
her flaring hair-rimmed cunt and set it a tingling with a final
culmination of excitation. It seemed to snap like a whip within
the young stepmother's tormented loins, releasing her as well as
the dog from their obscene fucking.
"DOGGGGIIIEEEEE! II'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGGGGG! YESSSSSSSSSS
... I AMMMMMMMMM!"
Chapter 7
The boys couldn't wait a moment longer. Impulsively they
shed their clothing and moved forward to remove the exhausted
German Shepherd from their stepmother's trembling form. Bennie
hurriedly dragged the stunned satiated dog out of the room, not
knowing how much longer Shep would be manageable. Shep allowed
himself to be led, and as Bennie let him out the back door he saw
that the big dog was showing signs of being sleepy again, heading
directly for his dog house several feet away.
Bennie's boyish face and body were flushed with excitement as
he rushed back to his waiting brother and stepmother.
Inside, Carolyn lay in a semi-swoon upon the floor, anguished
thoughts and feelings mingling with the strange sensations that
the boys' special potion had aroused within her. Just as she was
about to sink further into the much wanted oblivion that reached
up for her, Carolyn felt two small, hot palms slowly pushing her
knees apart. She jerked and tried to stop them, but behind her
other hands caught hers and held them out on either side of her
unprotected body. THE TWINS!
Tim's hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her
nakedly quivering thighs, and their new stepmother moaned and
twitched as they reached the softest, uppermost portion of her
creamy flesh and began to toy with the smoothly sensitive skin
there. She heard Bennie's heavy breathing behind her, and Tim's
in front of her, and groaned from the awful humiliation of being
touched by the hateful little boys. But she felt weak and
helpless, a pawn caught in their lewd little game. She could only
hope that it would all be over soon, that somehow she would be
able to continue a normal life after such perverse treatment! She
was still but dimly aware of what was real and what wasn't, and
the tremors that traversed the fragile surfaces of the young
bride's nakedly exposed skin were of a confused and indefinite
nature at this point. Through half-closed blue eyes, the blonde
housewife could see Tim's golden head of hair below her, as he
peered intently at her secret genitals; and above her, Bennie
looked fixedly down at her face as though studying her reactions!
Tim peered greedily at his father's new wife, a beautiful
luscious blonde creature whom he had already watched in the most
intimate of postures, the lewdest of acts. The thirteen year old
feasted lustfully upon the tight hair-rimmed opening between his
stepmother's legs until he saw tiny tears of humiliation streaming
down her cheeks.
Carolyn moaned as she felt the boy's middle finger slip
suddenly upward to flick at the moisture of her exposed cuntal
lips where they pulsed involuntarily before him. She felt so open
and vulnerable down there between her legs, prey to whatever
horrible things her husband's sons might think of to do to her!
Tim was surprised at how still the older woman lay now,
almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening.
A new shaft of excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his
own audacity. AFTER ALL, HE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER CUNT! He
felt his brother's bright eyes on him as he observed everything
that happened, knowing that his turn would come and that both
boys' wildest dreams would soon be realized.
Then Bennie whispered to him, "HURRY!" and Tim knew that that
was what he wanted too. They had waited long for this moment, and
now that it was here they would act! Clearly the longer they
waited, the more danger there was of their special 'sauce' wearing
off. The young blond boy bent over the helplessly spread loins of
his father's wife, and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her
womanhood. The perfume of her body, strong and heady after her
excitement, exhilarated him and Tim felt he was no longer a
thirteen year old boy, but an ageless man, a man born for this
very moment. Hesitantly, beneath Bennie's approving gaze, Tim
flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the trembling hair-
surrounded slit of Carolyn's quivering cunt. His tongue ran over
the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic
hairs that protected them. Carolyn jumped against Bennie's
restricting hands and might have escaped but for the fact that her
movement made the young boy's tongue probe deeper into the moistly
trembling split of her hair-lined pussy. She fell back with a
grunt, feeling the untoward desire rising once more as though
there were no end to it. But how could she allow this? Allow two
young children to do such a thing to her!
Tim knelt up between the long spread legs so that they would
remain apart, feeling his mind bursting with lust at the
sensations his tongue was relaying. Greedily, he continued the
lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue moving slowly
up and down within his stepmother's secret pussy, pausing at what
he soon came to recognize as the most sensitive areas by Carolyn's
increasing squeals of delight to rotate his tongue about in small
titillating circles against the bare, moist flesh.
"Oooooooooh God!" Carolyn knew now that she was going out of
her mind. Never had she felt more horrible and degraded and yet,
the ghastly fact was that she wanted this incestuous sucking to
continue. She couldn't even cry out to her precocious stepson to
stop. But inwardly she screamed, I can't stand it, but I want it,
I want it!
Low guttural moans rose in the drugged housewife's throat but
nothing stopped the onslaught against her nakedly exposed body.
The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes as
Tim continued his hungry lapping at Carolyn's helplessly aroused
pussy.
His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Tim looked
beyond the golden curled mounds of his stepmother's writhing cunt
toward his brother. He nodded for Tim to continue. "She's just
getting hot again now!" he mumbled excitedly, his hands moving
irresistibly down to fondle the taut, swollen breasts that bobbed
so temptingly near his face as Carolyn began to buck up and down,
to arch her back with the pleasure she was receiving.
His two hands smoothed and manipulated the big, firm mounds
of flesh, toying and exploring the fascinating nipples that had
grown so stiff and hard while he watched.
"OUR FIRST WOMAN!" he called down to Tim, and saw Tim nod his
head imperceptibly as he brought wicked tingles of pleasure to his
stepmother with the lewd motions of his tongue.
Carolyn felt control slipping farther and farther from her as
the tender caresses to which she was being subjected continued.
What if her husband were to return and find them like that? Find
her enjoying immensely this depraved licking down between her legs
by his own child?
But her flaring vagina was throbbing unmercifully, and the
hands upon her breasts only served to make the pleasure greater
still. Her quivering pussy was like a hot, glowing coal being
fanned to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry! Put it in her now ... NOW!" Bennie cried breathing
over the soft breasts that were warm and moist in his hands.
Bennie could take no more. His own boyish cock was so stiff that
he knew he could cum at any moment. Only sheer willpower kept him
from doing so.
Tim raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately that
the moment had come. He and his brother had been virgins long
enough, but after this night they would have graduated to a
different status. No one would know it yet, but they would be
men! To his tentatively touching fingers, his own penis felt hard
as granite in his hands, and it seemed to swell bigger by the
moment, bigger than it had ever been before. Before him he saw
the small pink opening of Carolyn's straining pussy, just waiting
and ready for his cock! HE WAS GOING TO DO IT. YES, HE WAS
REALLY GOING TO FUCK A WOMAN, AND THAT WOMAN WAS GOING TO BE HIS
NEW MOTHER!
Carolyn cried out at the sudden loss of delicious contact at
her yearning genitals. "God," both boys thought simultaneously,
"She really wants it. She really digs it!"
As the young thirteen year old hesitated Carolyn called to
him, "Please! Please! Oh God, do it to me. DO IT TO ME NOW!"
The drugged housewife had to quench the horrible desire that
had risen in her loins, had to know physical peace before she
could even think straight again. Then it would be over, she
hoped. It would be all over!
Tim kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath and
trembling a bit himself. His still virgin penis was going to know
the soft insides of a woman's willing cunt for the first time in
his life! And that woman was his father's wife! The boy took
another look at the shapely, wildly opened legs and bent forward
to ease them still wider. The luscious coral-hued vagina seemed
looser and moister than ever before and despite his doubtful
feelings for Carolyn herself, he thought her shivering cunt was
the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. The excited
twin pushed his rampant young cock forward then and made the first
exquisite contact with Carolyn's velvety cuntal flesh, worming the
smooth rubbery head of his slender penis further and further
upward as he advanced.
"Ooooooohhhh ...!" Carolyn responded, the boyish cock
tantalizing her tormented cunt until the young blonde's helpless
whimpers filled the entire bedroom. And then finally, Tim thrust
the thickened tip of his surging penis into the flowering entrance
of his stepmother's vaginal passage, pushing upward, further and
further, continuing the slow, constant act of penetration until
his boyish young cock was finally and triumphantly buried
completely up inside the hot depths of the older woman's quivering
white belly.
Tim gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable
sensation and refrained from crying out, listening as his father's
wife began to chant with desire.
"Ooooh yessss ... oooh ... UNNNNHHHHHH ... UHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!"
The young boy inclined his body backward from the excited
twenty-one year old, arching his raging penis upward, attempting
to reach the farthest height of the tightly clinging feminine
channel, and although it did not seem to go to the very end, it
went sinking in completely out of sight, buried deep inside
Carolyn's snugly hugging cunt so that his tender young testicles
hung flush against the mewling woman's smooth, naked buttocks.
From his position above his stepmother, Tim's twin, Bennie,
could see that the older woman was completely enraptured. Her
mouth opened and closed gaping fish-like as sounds of ecstasy
poured forth in a steady stream.
Carolyn began to rotate her hips up to meet the boy so that
Tim had to hold onto his stepmother's thighs to keep from being
thrown backwards. His rigidly penetrating shaft felt fabulously
pressured by the stimulating ripples of Carolyn's cuntal sheath.
Again and again now, he shuffled forward in toward her on his
knees, forcing his fiercely aroused penis deep up into his
father's wife's hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding
into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hotly
accepting pussy swallowed his virginal young cock, pumping it
lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.
Bennie watched, entranced, his fingers still kneading his
stepmother's wondrously soft breasts. He was fascinated by the
sight of his brother's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body.
It was like watching himself, looking at his identical twin, and
even without the full experience, Bennie could feel much of what
his brother was feeling. His upward thrusting cock was still and
hard, throbbing with each inward thrust his brother made, and
Bennie gave a slight moan with each of his brother's, while
letting his agile fingers play freely with the woman's flesh
beneath them.
Tim watched his own powerfully driving cock appear and
disappear like a well oiled piston into their stepmother's
straining and welcoming pussy. The skin of his slender young cock
was reddish and swollen, and each time Tim wormed upward into the
spread blonde pussy, Carolyn gave an excited grunt and her breasts
pulsed heavily beneath Bennie's manipulating fingers.
Carolyn's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her
legs up higher so that the boyish cock could enter her still
deeper. Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's
penis was arousing her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows, and
the perversity of the position of being fucked against her will,
but wanting it desperately, of being taken by her own husband's
sons, was beginning to appeal to her drugged senses. She had the
sudden and overwhelming desire to cum.
But the boys didn't want that at this time, not yet. "Come
on, it's your turn, Ben!" Tim cried suddenly, just when he felt
Carolyn beginning to go to pieces beneath him. Bennie did not
have to be asked twice. In a flash he bounded into position, and
Tim moved reluctantly but swiftly. Almost without losing a
stroke, Bennie had slipped his own virgin cock high into the
receptive womb of their stepmother.
"OH TIM IT'S SO DAMNED GOOD!" he cried out, his head snapping
back with the pleasure of it all.
Tim stood by, hesitant at first, and then he acted. "I think
there's a way we can both do it at the same time, Bennie!" he
cried, slipping behind Carolyn and turning both the older woman
and his brother so that they were on their sides. Bennie
continued his tremulous, rhythmic fucking, enjoying now what his
brother had enjoyed so well before.
"Ooooh God, good, good, good!" he chanted, half out of his
mind with the bliss of his surging cock.
But within moments he felt something happening, and knew that
Tim was thrusting his own cock from behind the writhing nakedness
of their stepmother. She was so much bigger than the two of them
that it was like making love to a big, beautiful soft mountain of
flesh, and Tim easily thrust his anxiously throbbing cock between
the two large mounds of Carolyn's buttocks, sliding down the moist
wet crevice of her anus, and finding the slippery hair-ringed
opening which was now occupied by his brother.
He pushed at first against his brother's ardently fucking
penis, and then, getting the knack of the direction, adjusted
himself, clasping Carolyn's big, swollen breasts from behind and
pulling backward with all his might. It happened! His own cock
slid in right beside his brother's, snugly, and now both of them
were rising high inside the clinging orifice of their stepmother's
gyrating pussy!
The two boys' cocks rising high within her were larger
together than one enormous man's cock, in addition to the fact
that one was arched slightly forward, while the other was arching
slightly backward within her tight vaginal passage. Her orgasm,
on the verge of exploding, was suddenly thrust away by the
vicious, hot pain of this cruel dual-entry. Yet, the two
straining and thrusting cocks moved smoothly once the boys got
their rhythm going together.
The harassed blonde housewife, lying on her side in her own
bedroom, sandwiched in between her twin stepsons, flexed her
cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at
resistance, and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of
her internal sinews seemed to incite the boys more, and abruptly
they were lunging against her, rocking her nakedly quivering body
back and forth between them, their cocks speeding higher and
higher inside her defenseless pussy. She tried to relax, growing
limp between the two thirteen year olds until they began to fuck
in and out of her in an established rhythm that she forced herself
to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls
stretched desperately in their attempt to achieve a dual
ravishment. She could feel Bennie's tongue searching for her lips
and automatically she returned the boy's kiss, while Tim's hands
kneaded feverishly upon her sore and tender breasts.
They returned then, those first sensations of passion ...
galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through every vein she
had, arousing licentious chills that crept along the base of her
spine as she felt the lewd, evenly measured cadence of the twin
boys who were fucking her simultaneously.
"TIM! BENNIE!" the tormented blonde sputtered out, and then
her mouth sucked in hard taking Bennie's tongue back within the
warm, moist depths of her mouth, and spontaneously it seemed, the
new bride's body began once more to twitch and writhe of its own
volition between the teenagers. She could hear small mewling
noises escaping her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into
the moistness of Bennie's mouth as they kissed. Unconsciously,
the overwrought twenty-one year old let her passionately aroused
cunt contract with wanton abandon as the delightfully lewd and
lascivious inner sensations increased with every stroke.
Both Tim and Bennie could feel their father's wife responding
to their ardent fucking. They could feel the urgent answering
throbs of her surrendering pussy around the lengths of their
buried cocks. Her smooth cunt-flesh began a spasmodic opening and
closing around their pulsating members creating an experience
which neither one of them was likely ever to forget.
Carolyn's pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were once
more filling the room, and her tousled blonde head lolled from
side to side on the rug while her hips began a slow rotation
between the two naked boys. The thoroughly aroused stepmother's
quaking buttocks ground backward into Tim's loins while her smooth
silken belly and breasts moved voluptuously against Bennie;
meanwhile the two hotly skewering cocks rose higher and higher
within her seething pussy.
Carolyn didn't even try to understand the new wave of
entrancement that was saturating her whole being. She was only
aware that all the pain had left her, and given way to a maddening
electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread
relentlessly over the raw nerve-ending of her velvety flesh. The
drugged young wife was a mass of exquisite moisture between her
full creamy thighs as her hips and buttocks undulated and rotated
around the two impaling thirteen year old cocks.
First Bennie, and then Tim moved his hands down between them
to better conjure up the image of their stepmother's moist
grasping cunt as it slid up and down their thickened shafts,
picturing the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh, pulling out
and clinging to both cocks as the wildly aroused young woman
screwed backward and forward between them. They seemed to be able
to see the silken pussy lips between her legs absorbing the
delicate folds back into her as they swallowed the slippery
glistening length of their vital cocks on each slow tantalizing
upstroke.
The twins listened to their father's wife as her whimpers of
uncontrolled delight continued while she labored with utter
abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted into a half-smile of
sheer joy. She was gone now, completely lost, completely
conquered by their superior knowledge, by their vindictive
fucking!
Wetly sluicing noises rose from their combined loins as
Carolyn's secreting cuntal channel received the thirteen year old
boys' lustful fucking. Her hungry gyrations were making them mad
with desire, and they knew they could not go on much longer. Then
of a common accord they each pulled their deeply buried cocks from
their stepmother, until only the two tips were still penetrating
the flushed and swollen lips. Then they plunged forward with
every ounce of strength between them, ramming the adulterous
housewife with the full aching lengths of their penises, thrusting
them high up into Carolyn's helplessly exposed vagina.
"UUUUUUuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhHHH!" Carolyn groaned as they
thrust against her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of the
twins' excited loins, the one in front of her, the other behind.
The lust-hardened cocks rampaged into her receptive pussy like
twin jackhammers pushing the unresisting folds of flesh again and
again in rippling waves before their smooth rubbery heads.
There were long hard plunging strokes into the golden-haired
wife's seething vaginal passage now, and the quivering lubricated
walls clasped feverishly around the fleshy forms of the twin cocks
as they slithered up moistly to defeat her. Carolyn groaned
loudly at the complete filling of her stretched passage as the
powerful dual thrusting into her grinding cunt continued. Her
head rolled wildly now from side to side, her mouth gasping in
abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight that was lifting her
to the very heavens.
Carolyn realized suddenly that this was it. She was going to
... yes, it was going to happen, with such unprecedented force
that it was agonizing, it was enormous! The sweet build-up inside
her mushroomed, spreading to become an immense and overpowering
force.
"OOOOOOOH! OH GOD! OOOH! I-I'M GOING TO CUM OH DARLINGS
I'M GOING TO CUM YES BOYS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, DARLINGS! I'M
CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGG!"
Carolyn pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands
clawing at Bennie's tensed driving buttocks, pulling him in a near
demented frenzy deeper and deeper within her widespread legs,
while Tim pulled against her breasts from behind her, forcing
himself upward into the seething pit of her climaxing vagina.
The crazed stepmother's obscenely spread cuntal walls opened
into a myriad of seeping cells, inundating the sliding pistons
within and making their way easier. She grew wild inside with the
orgasmic climax that shook her, and her brain swam in a colorful
kaleidoscope of ecstasy as it continued, sparkling fireworks of
pleasure within her. And then she felt the twins tense and jerk
and her head reeled as two hot and powerful jets of boyish sperm
burst, filling her entirely with warm wetness, making her
streaming vagina clasp and unclasp desperately, milking at the
twin cocks like a sucking starving mouth.
For a long, long moment there was nothing but their breathing
filling the room and then the boys fell away from her, releasing
their grip upon their father's wife. Stunned by their first true
orgasm, they lay limply on the floor beside Carolyn's soft and
still trembling nakedness.
Moments later the boys stood up and looked down at the woman
their father had married.
"Gee, Mom ... you were great!"
"Thanks, Mom! It was the nuts!"
Carolyn blinked as she heard the twins words. The potion was
at last wearing off, and the first acute waves of shame and anger
engulfed her. She turned her head in time to see two pairs of
naked young buttocks disappearing from the room. The door was
closed softly behind them. The full memory of all she had done
since the odd feeling had come over her earlier in the bathroom
rushed over her, and a giant sob wracked her chilled body.
Suddenly the phone was ringing shrilly in the darkened room,
and tearfully, hysterically, she was stumbling toward it.
"Hello, Carolyn, my love, this is Don! How are you? And how
are the boys?"
"Fine ... oh fine ... We're all just fine!" Carolyn said,
holding back bitter tears of terror.
Chapter 8
It was another bright sunshiny day in Northern California,
and the boys looked forward to it with their usual enthusiasm.
They had made several decisions since the day before, and one of
them included modifying the formula for their special sauce. They
planned to make it a liquid for one thing, and for another, they
wanted it to last for a shorter length of time. That way they
could be free to use it almost any time, not just during the times
when their father was out of town.
All day long they worked in the kitchen, and never once did
they see Carolyn. Her door had been closed the entire day when
they finally hit upon what they decided would be a proper mixture
for their aims.
"I didn't get straight A's in chemistry for nothing," bragged
Tim to his brother.
"Well, I only got one B myself, and let's just test it out to
make sure it's right before we get carried away!"
The boys squabbled as they usually did, but there was an even
greater bond between them than before. They had really managed to
take themselves over the brink from childhood into manhood, and
each felt a special glow about that fact, and self-congratulations
were certainly in order. They smiled a lot during their 'work'
and seemed to still feel the delightful tingle in their youthful
loins that their stepmother had so agilely inspired.
Although neither had mentioned it really, they both knew that
they had further things in store for their adulterous stepmother,
and already a final plan, more drastic than any yet devised, was a
promising speck on the horizon.
"Okay ... go get the cat!" Tim said at last. "We'll try it
out!"
* * *
"What's the matter, lover, are you shy? Don't you like my
looks?"
"No, no, it's not that!" Don protested. As a matter of fact
he liked the exciting brunette's looks quite a bit. What's more
they were alone in his hotel room. A present from the contractor.
It seemed terrible to think of a human being in this manner, but
that was most certainly what Gloria Morrison was.
He thought about Carolyn, his new, young wife, wanting to be
back in San Rafael with her, not stuck in L.A. on business.
Before his recent marriage it hadn't seemed hard to travel, but
now that he had something special to go back to, it was only
annoying to have to spend time away from home.
"Your wife! I bet you're thinking about her, aren't you?"
Gloria had noticed the new wedding band on Don Larsen's ring
finger.
Don blushed. "Yes," he admitted, "Yes, I guess I was."
Gloria took in the craggy good looks of the middle-aged
architect. She'd been paid, and it looked like she wasn't going
to have to do anything for it! But she liked Don's looks and
thought him a considerable change from her usual clientele. The
least she could do was talk to him!
"I know lots of guys think about their wives," she said
confidentially, toying with the little pieces of lace that stuck
directly between the large shapes of her breasts, breasts that
were barely covered by her low-cut dress.
"But most of the time, you know, they think it's not taking
away from their wives, it's really adding to the relationship!"
Don was really missing Carolyn now, he wanted to call her
again. Yesterday's call had been strange, oddly unsatisfying.
Even though his new wife had told him she'd been napping and so
was a little groggy, she'd sounded odd.
Gloria was continuing, and Don was wishing she would leave
soon so that he could call Carolyn.
"Yeah, you know some wives are, how do you say it, a little
cold. A real hot-blooded guy now, he wants more action than that.
Suppose he was to get involved with some other chick, well that's
no good. This way, you got no hang-ups, and you get a little fun,
too!"
"I'm afraid I've got to make a phone call," Don said.
"Gonna' call her huh? Well, that's okay ... listen I won't
even listen. Who knows, you ever think she might be having a
little fun, too?" Gloria chuckled. Her pride was hurt. If this
guy thought he was just going to throw her out, he was crazy.
She'd leave when she was ready. She had a heavy date later on,
but that could wait if necessary.
Don felt embarrassed and slightly confused. He didn't want
to be downright rude to the girl who'd suddenly appeared at his
hotel room. He hated unpleasant scenes.
"Fine," he said in an exasperated tone.
He picked up the phone and asked the hotel operator for his
home number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.
"Bennie? Tim? This is Dad. How's everything?"
"Tim, Dad. Everything's just fine."
"What's all that squealing I hear in the background?"
"It's the cat, Dad. Bennie gave her some catnip and she's
freaking out!"
"Oh, well, put Carolyn on, will you?"
"Mom? Oh, I don't think she's here, Dad. She went out a
little while ago."
"OUT ... OUT WHERE?"
"Oh, I don't know ... some friends of hers."
"I see, well tell her I called. She can call me later on
when she gets in."
"Swell, Dad, I'll be sure to tell her. We'll see you
tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, around 7:30, I guess."
"So long, Dad!"
Don hung up the phone. He felt vaguely uneasy, and somehow
depressed and seeing Gloria's svelte figure across the hotel room
did not reassure him at all.
For the first time in their short marriage, Don was really
worried, even though he knew he had no good reason to be. Carolyn
certainly had a right to go out with a friend. But the fact that
she had made him think about the difference in their ages.
Perhaps marrying a girl so much younger than he would have its
problems after all. Even if the problems were only in his head,
they were still problems.
Gloria turned and came back with two full glasses.
"Bourbon and soda," she announced, "Out, huh?"
"I thought you weren't going to listen," Don replied, taking
a glass.
"Oh, you didn't believe that, did you?" Gloria asked sitting
down beside him and laughing close to his ear. It was a soft,
sensuous sound that caused a chill to run up and down Don's spine.
"No ... I guess I didn't," he replied pleasantly.
* * *
The orange cat streaked past Carolyn and out the front door,
bumping into her legs and just narrowly avoided running into
Shirley's. The two women entered the living room and nervously
Carolyn turned on the lights. She'd persuaded her old girlfriend,
Shirley, to return home with her after meeting her for a drink in
a tavern in town. It was clear to Shirley that her old school
chum was in some kind of trouble, but she had never quite gotten
out of her exactly what it was. Something to do with her
husband's twin boys, but Shirley couldn't imagine that the boys
would cause Carolyn that much trouble. But then she knew very
little about children, so she was willing to go along with
Carolyn's request to sleep over with her one night until her
husband returned from Los Angeles.
"Gee, Carolyn!" the pert redhead exclaimed, "What a swell
house! You sure are lucky!"
Carolyn was too upset to secretly gloat over her friend's
envious statement. Somehow what once might have been a moment of
triumph left the disturbed blonde bride cold.
"What would you like Shirl, a drink, coffee ... anything ..."
"I could go for another drink. Hey, I'll bet that TV's color
... right?"
"Yes ... turn it on if you want to!" Carolyn disappeared into
the kitchen. It was spotless. No sign of the extensive hours the
children had put in there.
"How about a daiquiri?" she called back from the kitchen."
It was the first bottle that Carolyn spotted, and it seemed
easiest just to grab for it. She didn't realize. of course, that
any of the bottles in the liquor cabinet would have created the
same effect for her.
"Say, where are those two little monsters anyway?" Shirley
asked as Carolyn returned to the room with the drinks.
"I ... I guess they're in their room. Asleep, I hope!"
"Gee, it's terrible that you don't get along! I mean
everything could be so perfect! Say, this drink is great!"
Shirley settled into the deep sofa, her short skirt revealed
almost the entire length of her sleek, tanned thighs. She could
have gone out with Harry tonight, but this was proving more fun.
Just hanging out in such a beautiful place, Shirley couldn't help
but hope that some of the elegance would rub off on her. The
daiquiri tasted really good and the prospect that before the
evening was out she might hear some interesting tidbits of gossip
from her friend was decidedly titillating.
"So tell me more about your husband. What's his name again,
Don?"
Carolyn was distracted. Her head had been fuzzy all day long
and now it was beginning to throb again the way it had when she'd
first awakened around 2:00 that afternoon. The same doubts about
her sanity were returning even though her friend was there. Had
she imagined everything? she wondered for the umpteenth time that
day. But the soreness between her legs and the scratches on her
smooth creamy body were evidence enough to tell her that
everything that she remembered was real. But what had come over
her? What strange lapse had made her succumb to such horrible
desires? She knew that she'd been feeling frustrated, but
certainly not to that extent? Or had she suddenly turned into
some kind of nymphomaniac?
"Hey, Carolyn, I'm talking to you!" Shirley suspected that
there was really something wrong between Carolyn and her new
husband, but that the pretty blonde was shy about coming right out
and saying it. The television set droned on in the background as
the two women sipped their drinks and Carolyn tried to assure
Shirley that there was nothing wrong between Don and herself.
"Say, Carolyn, how'd it be if I brought my boyfriend over
here to meet you one night. You and Don I mean. It would be
nice, huh?" Shirley was beginning to wish that she had gone out
with Harry. She could feel a mellow warmth in the pit of her
belly that signaled the start of desire for the ardent caresses
she'd come to expect from Harry. He picked her up every night
after work usually, and they'd go to her apartment and make
passionate love until it was time to go out and get something to
eat. Sometimes Shirley would make them spaghetti or something
like that and they'd stay in, and on nights when Harry didn't have
the early shift at Ms job he might stay over.
The small redhead had a compulsive urge to talk about Harry
now since she couldn't be with him.
"And he's real cute, Carolyn," she said.
"That would be nice," Carolyn said running her fingers
through her blonde curls. "You two could come to dinner. Maybe
next week, Shirley." That funny pulsing deep in her well-used
pussy was starting again, and Carolyn's throat felt dry, and as
she drank more of the daiquiri she found that she was salivating
too much. Shirley was going on and on about her boyfriend and
Carolyn hardly listened. She was having trouble focusing again,
and she felt she ought to go into her bedroom, but she didn't feel
she had the strength to stand. Suddenly snatches of Shirley's
conversation were reaching her, and the young girl's words struck
her with the impact of tiny arrows which stimulated and teased
wherever they hit.
"And he's got the biggest thing! Carolyn. You'd have to see
it to believe it! And you know, he knows just how to stick it up
inside me. Not too fast, you know ... nice and slow, and by the
time he's all the way in, for crissakes, I'm nearly out of my
skull! And he can go on for hours ... really, I'm not just making
it up.
"Boy, what a workout! Whenever I see him ... just see him,
Carolyn, you know? He makes me get all sticky down there just
wanting him, and all I can think of is spreading my legs wide and
saying, Harry baby, come and get me!"
To Carolyn's distorted vision it seemed as if the young
redhead were writhing about on the sofa next to her. The girl's
words seemed to be exciting her and her fingers had begun to move
up and down the trim outline of her tightly encased body.
Shirley's dress left little to the imagination, and Carolyn could
see the outline of the other woman's breasts, the hard, little
nipples, and the full round forms that surrounded them. Her soft
little belly seemed to quiver as she spoke, and between her long,
exposed legs, Carolyn could imagine a tight redheaded little cunt,
not unlike her own.
"Jeez, Carolyn, I feel so ... so funny! All horny-like, you
know?"
Although she did not answer, Carolyn knew what her guest
meant, for she herself was having a hard time keeping her hands
from an intimate self-caress not unlike what she had attempted the
day before.
"JEEZ ... HEY, MAYBE I OUGHT TO SEE IF I CAN GET AHOLD OF
HARRY ON THE PHONE!"
Carolyn spoke then. Her voice was hazy, low and smoky. "Why
call him. We don't need him, do we? We've got each other!"
"HUH?"
Carolyn's fingers moved slowly to the other woman's breasts,
two hands that were soft and feminine cupping the twin mounds of
flesh eagerly and holding their warmth as the blonde housewife
stared into her friend's grey-green eyes.
"Oooooooh!" Shirley cooed, her hands covering Carolyn's,
moving them as she squirmed beneath the other woman's touch.
"That feels nice, Carolyn. I never thought I would like a woman
before ... but you ... you're so ... so pretty ..." Shirley's
words were slurred and jumbled together, but Carolyn wasn't paying
any attention anyway. She was undoing the back zipper of the
other woman's dress, and finding that Shirley was just as eager to
help her as she was to get the restricting dress off.
As the dress came off, the creamy, brown-tanned flesh of
Shirley's breasts became fully visible, and then the thin,
indented waist that gave onto full shapely hips, a soft curving
stomach with its deeply indented belly-button, and below the curl
fringed red hair, the same color as that on her head that formed
the triumphant triangle of the young girl's quivering pussy.
Carolyn's head dipped low as she compulsively took one cherry
tipped nipple into her mouth, beginning to suck ferociously upon
it as she slowly squeezed and massaged the other with her fingers.
It felt so good to be with a woman! It was something that Carolyn
had never even considered before, but now, it seemed the most
natural thing in the world! And what was more, the desire she
felt had an extra bittersweet aura about it that Carolyn could not
resist.
"Ooooooh ... ohhhhhh!" Shirley's fingers were moving,
reciprocating as she pulled against her friend's sweater, and
finally lifted it up over her head. Carolyn shook her blonde
curls out as the pink cashmere sweater came off. She reached back
herself to undo her brassiere clasp and as the lacy white cups
fell away her tingling naked breasts were exposed to the other
girl's sight.
"Oh, lovely!" Shirley cried, leaning over to kiss Carolyn's
full, soft mounds of flesh. Carolyn felt the heat rising in great
gusts inside her, and even as Shirley was kissing her, she
wriggled impatiently out of her skirt and pants, and with one
tormented lunge, found herself sprawled over the redhead's petite
body upon the wide sofa. Breast to breast, belly to belly,
Carolyn squirmed and smoothed her nakedness over the other
woman's. It felt like heaven. Nothing she had ever experienced
with a man could so compare with the soft roundness of another
woman's curves against hers.
"Ohhh, baby, baby, baby!" Shirley was cooing, as the softly
quivering flesh over hers made her grow more and more excited.
Carolyn's pink lips parted to meet hers, and the redheaded girl
opened her mouth wide in acceptance, her tongue sweeping out to
encompass Carolyn's in a delicious mingling of wetness.
Slowly Carolyn began to grind her loins against Shirley's as
the rising excitement between them told her that satisfaction was
on its way for both of them. Her golden-curled cunt spread and
closed with each ardent rub against Shirley's redheaded mound, and
the sheer pressure created a friction against the steadily
blossoming little clitoris that each woman owned. Tender inner
flesh spread against tender inner flesh, coral and pink hued, the
women close as twins, mated their glistening and undulating
pussies with a rhythmic joy that grew more and more voluptuous as
the moments passed.
Neither one of them noticed the two young boys who had
silently taken their places across from the sofa, each sitting in
an easy chair, naked as the day they were born some thirteen years
before. The twins' hot burning eyes took in the sensuous scene
between the two women, and silently, but excitedly, they stored
the knowledge they were gaining for future reference.
Their already stimulated penises gave a jump as they saw
their stepmother under the influence of their newly modified drug
slide down along the little redhead's trembling form to look down
between her parted legs. Judging from the cat's reaction to the
new mixture, this 'sauce' ought to be a softer experience, and
ought to not last as long. Time would tell.
Shirley was moaning soft words of encouragement to her
married friend, and the boys could see the vulnerably displayed
vaginal slit that seemed to glow between her legs beneath the
reddish gold of her pubic hair. Obediently, Shirley kept her
shapely legs apart, looking up starry-eyed at the slightly older
woman. Carolyn was twenty-one and Shirley had just turned twenty.
The young redhead felt a strong outpouring of love for Carolyn, a
love she'd never thought herself capable of for anyone, much less
another woman. She cried out with delight now as Carolyn's
fingers tentatively touched her keenly aroused vaginal lips. Then
the young housewife's fingers began to explore the moistly seeping
pit of Shirley's warm, soft cunt, making hotly searing contact
with every little cranny of the young sensitive organ so used to
Harry's huge raging cock. With a tickling touch, Carolyn's thumb
smoothed over and around Shirley's tiny sensation-filled clitoris,
as her other fingers began to slip tantalizingly up into the
nakedly exposed tightness of the redhead's curl-trimmed pussy.
The boys could see their beautiful stepmother's passion-
distorted features, those gently swaying breasts with tips like
tiny strawberries, that brightly curling 'vee' of her vitally
moved pussy. God, she was magnificent, they had to admit, despite
the lack of affection they felt for their father's new wife.
Carolyn was warming to her task, her shamefully probing and
worming fingers were now moving all the way inside Shirley's
acquiescing young cunt ... sliding higher and higher up between
the younger girl's nakedly quivering thighs. Eventually she
wedged her entire naked body in between Shirley's shapely legs,
pressing her big, firm breasts up against Shirley's moistening
genitals as she did so!
"IT'S WONDERFUL!" Carolyn murmured to herself surprised that
she could think of the sensuous feel of another woman as so
pleasurable. So soft ... and so wet! she thought, twisting and
teasing her fingers within the tightly contracted hair-surrounded
pussy of her school friend.
And then a spark ignited between the two women, stronger than
what had gone before. Shirley began to cry out with delight
feeling her aching pussy feverishly responding to the gently
twirling fingers high up inside it. There was something subtle
and yet strong about the feeling and it awakened inside the
aroused redheaded girl incredibly thrilling spasms of lust that
soared and climbed up and down the length of her body. With a
small shiver of surrender, Shirley's legs suddenly relaxed even
more and voluntarily stretched wider apart. As she gazed into
Carolyn's face, she read upon it an unmistakably lewd expression.
Yes, Carolyn was enjoying it as much as she was!
The feelings were growing more and more intense and Shirley
only wanted to feel more and more of her old chum's fingers high
in her softly tingling cunt.
Helplessly she writhed, wantonly enjoying the erotic
attention of the other woman.
"Look at them go!" Tim whispered to Bennie, an excited gleam
in his eyes.
"They're really getting at it!" Bennie replied, huskily.
Glancing sideways the thirteen year old saw that his twin had the
same enormously rigid erection he had. But he quickly turned back
to the sensually stimulating play they had instigated between the
two women. It had been pure chance that Carolyn had brought a
friend back with her, but they had counted on her having a drink
of something that evening. The fact was that they'd both downed a
goodly portion of the 'sauce' in the daiquiri bottle.
The sight of their adulterous stepmother and her friend, two
luscious women with passionate expressions upon their faces,
writhing obscenely upon the sofa started incredible aches in the
boys' testicles as their heavily swollen cocks pulsed
licentiously. They felt as though they couldn't breathe, their
sweet boyish faces bathed in perspiration as they gazed mesmerized
at the incredibly exciting scene before them. They heard Shirley
moan softly and deliriously as Carolyn continued her ardent
finger-fucking, probing the warm, moist recesses of the younger
girl's willingly splayed cunt! Strangled gasps came from
Shirley's lips as the tormented young body twisted and flailed
helplessly on the sofa, and her passion-flooded red-haired pussy
began to quiver with a stormy release of steaming orgasmic
moisture.
Unconsciously the boys began to let their clasping fingers
move up and down the blood engorged shafts of their wildly aching
cocks.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Shirley cried. She gave
herself up with shattering certainty to Carolyn's wildly slaving
fingers, at last at the breaking point. On and on it went and the
obscenely exciting fingering of her nakedly climaxing pussy pushed
deeper and deeper, pounding repeatedly against the redhead's
crazily sucking cuntal walls. She was cumming! Cumming as she
never had before, overflooding and overflowing. Her mind and her
soul and her body were swallowed in swirling hot flashes and
drowning in a blissful pool of ecstasy.
Long moments later as the two women lay sweetly entwined and
Shirley came to groggily, she whispered up into Carolyn's shell-
like ear, "Now me ... let me do you now!"
"Please!" Carolyn replied, "Please!"
* * *
Gloria sensed Don Larsen's throbbing reactions and began to
suck at the older man's hardening cock a little harder, the tip of
her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh,
leaving tiny white trails where they scraped the skin. God, she
thought, I practically had to force him into it, and I'm really
getting a charge out of it.
It was unusual for the young call girl to feel anything when
she was out on a job, contrary to the excitement she felt when she
was with her own boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. But tonight
something was different. She guessed it was just her pride, but
still and all, she was getting an inordinate amount of pleasure
from Don's thrusting cock. The ecstasy of the moment rose within
her as she sucked and she could feel the tension mounting in her
loins as she longed for completion down there.
Don looked down at the girl's lust-twisted face, and at her
dark hair curling against pale cheeks. His fingers lightly
touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his own hard spear of
flesh completely absorbed between her ovalled lips, increasing his
sensation a hundred times. It was wrong to be doing this, to have
let her persuade him, and yet he wouldn't stop what was happening
for the world. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of
his balls tantalizingly and expertly with one hand while her thumb
and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base and she sucked
rhythmically up and down. CHRIST! He could feel the softness of
her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her
withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at
its tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Don
Larsen, flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call
girl's head moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she
was simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in
little gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from
behind.
She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt
and stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an
impromptu striptease a short while before. For a moment Don
wondered if Carolyn would do such a thing to him. He'd never
dared ask her, but just the thought that his wife might be
persuaded to do such a thing sent additional sensations of
excitement whirling through his loins.
He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Gloria would
not leave until something happened, and when she'd noted his
hesitancy to touch her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on
the sofa and started it, kneeling between his legs, sucking his
half-aroused cock until it was ablaze with desire. Now she
slipped her hands beneath Don's tense buttocks, cupping them in
her palms, pulling his loins tighter to her face as her tongue
slipped around and around the swollen tip furiously. Don felt it
pushing near the bursting point while Gloria took nearly all of
his rigidly throbbing cock as far back in her throat as was
humanly possible. It had occurred to him before that by doing
this he was not exactly unfaithful to his wife, but now this
strange dream was to be shattered as Gloria suddenly gave a wild
cry and let his bobbing cock slip from between her lips. With a
swift and graceful movement the young dark-haired girl had
positioned herself upon his lap, and with one well placed thrust,
the full blunt-tipped shaft of his cock sank high up into her
receptively clenching pussy. Gloria's arms wound tight about him,
her lips pressed intensely against his, her tongue moving rapidly
as again and again she slammed herself up and down upon his rising
penis, hard, long strokes, letting Don's ever expanding cock
caress the smooth inner walls of her cuntal channel.
The bluntly pounding tip found its mark as she thrust herself
down upon it, forcing the rock-hard penis deeper and deeper up
into her with increasing bliss for both the call girl and the
newly married architect.
The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding,
flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were
jolting through the young girl's soft, white body to the core of
her very innermost being.
Don began to grunt and groan along with his visitor as he
pumped harder up into her downward spiraling pussy, a wild
tingling beginning to gnaw at his testicles. Don could hear his
own strangling noises forcing their way from his throat. Christ,
she was making him cum! He writhed his hips furiously. NOW!
NOW!
He felt the needle-thin stream of white hot sperm rush from
his balls along the length of his fiercely fucking shaft and
squirt in never-ending streams into the girl's greedily accepting
hair-fringed cunt.
Gloria thrust her buttocks down onto the beautifully expanded
cock within her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her trembling
body contracted when her orgasm hit, and she rose up and nearly
fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. A
squeal came from deep inside her chest and the unleashed pressure
inside her exploded in torrents of bliss as she convulsively
clutched at Don. Together they ground out the final spasm of
desire until at last there was no more left.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Gloria said at last when
several minutes had passed.
Chapter 9
Carolyn awoke with the vivid memory of the evening before
imprinted upon her brain. She blushed once more as she thought of
the passion her old school friend had brought out in her. It was
so strange, and so upsetting. Still, Carolyn could not deny that
the experience had been something completely out of the ordinary
... something completely special that would haunt her for a long
while to come. She was thankful that only she and not Shirley had
seen the twins tiptoeing from the living room, returning to their
own rooms after having watched their fill. Her hatred for their
meddling seemed to have grown a hundredfold and it was with
difficulty that she even thought about them. How she had ever
allowed the perverted little bastards to touch her, let alone
force her into a lewd act of submissive intercourse was beyond
her, and once more the doubts about her sanity, the confusion of
wondering what on earth she ought to do, besieged the twenty-one
year old bride.
She'd known many friends who were in analysis, and now she
thought of calling one of them to get the number of a psychiatrist
who might be able to help her. Still, this morning she didn't
feel nearly as groggy as the day before, and Carolyn hoped it
meant she would not have any more of the disturbing spells! She
rose around noon, her usual time, and took a cold shower. Beneath
the jets of cool water, she could not help remembering Shirley's
fingers at her breasts, and she wondered what the other woman was
doing that day.
Carolyn didn't have to wait long to find out, for when she
got out of the shower the telephone rang and it was Shirley.
Would she want to come over for lunch at her place? Carolyn
accepted, unable to shake the pleasurable memory of the other
woman's body close to hers. Perhaps it would happen again, only
this time she would be away from the house, away from the dreadful
twins!
A short while later she was dressed in a becoming summer
pants-suit and a straw hat for the sun. Instead of going into the
kitchen to make coffee she decided she would have some at
Shirley's. She would stay out late, and that way Don would be
home by the time she got back. But before she got out the front
door she heard a small voice behind her.
"Going to get some more pussy, Mom?"
Carolyn whirled. Both Tim and Bennie were standing in the
doorway to their room, grinning ear to ear like Cheshire cats.
"I'll get even with you spying bastards!" she screamed at the
top of her lungs, her normally pretty face distorted by an ugly
grimace. "I'll get your father to send you away. You'll be lucky
if you get back even on holidays when I've finished. God, how I
hate you little runts!"
But the boys' laughter echoed in her ears even after she had
slammed out the door, and her threatening words seemed hollow and
meaningless.
Nevertheless she rushed toward the waiting car and her
friend's house and warm welcoming arms.
Inside the house the boys lounged around for some time before
Bennie finally spoke. "You hear what she said about sending us
away?"
"Sure I heard it. I'm not deaf," replied Tim, he was
cleaning a pair of his old tennis shoes.
"Well, we gotta do something, right?"
"Right!" Tim agreed.
Together they slowly developed what seemed like a good idea
to them, and then they set off for the local swimming pool to cool
off.
"We'll see who sends who away!" Tim giggled as the two boys
bicycled down the road.
* * *
At 7:00 p.m. the helicopter landed at Sausalito airport and
the tired architect got off. His car was waiting in the nearby
parking lot and he headed wearily toward it. He felt oddly old
and defeated, even though the building plans were going well. The
encounter with Gloria had profoundly depressed him, and after the
aggressive girl had left his hotel room, the middle-aged husband
had felt used, and one question had burned hotly in his mind.
What was Carolyn doing that night? He still thought about that as
he drove home on the freeway, and Don was glad that soon he would
be home seeing Carolyn and that soon all his fears would be
allayed, and his new wife would be close to him again. He scolded
himself for being so apprehensive. Surely everything would turn
out just fine, despite the growing awareness that his new bride's
sexual drives were somewhat stronger than his. He felt that
tonight he would certainly be ready for her when he got home. A
sense of anxiety and guilt encouraged his desire for Carolyn as he
made the turn for San Rafael and headed for his home.
It was a considerable disappointment to him to find when he
arrived at 7:30 that his wife's temporary car was not in the
driveway. His heart pounding anxiously, Don let himself into the
house.
The boys had dinner waiting.
"Hi Dad ... welcome home!"
"Where's Carolyn?" he asked. The last thing he felt like
doing was eating, but after washing his hands, he sat down at the
table anyway.
"Oh, Mom's out with a friend. She ought to be back soon!"
Bennie replied.
"What friend is this that she's seeing so much of?"
"Oh, I think she has lots of different ones!" Tim replied
ambiguously.
Don tried some of his lamb chop, cooked to perfection by the
twins, but he still wasn't hungry. There was an empty feeling in
the pit of his stomach, as if there were a hole there.
"Have you seen any of these ... uh ... friends?" he asked,
fearful as to what the answer might be.
"Well, last night she brought one of them home with her. He
was kinda weird, named Cyril I think," Tim mumbled while chewing
his chop.
"Uh ..." Don choked and stood up. "Listen boys, I'm not much
in the mood for eating. I think I'll just go in and lie down
until Carolyn comes back. Thanks for fixing dinner though. It's
pretty good!"
"Well, Dad, we were hoping to get a chance to talk to you
about Mom. She's been acting strange lately, and we thought you
ought to know."
"Strange ... how strange?" Don asked, halfway toward the
living room.
"Uh, well, it's hard to describe, Dad!"
"Well, perhaps I'd better wait then and discuss it when
Carolyn returns."
Don just couldn't bear discussing his pretty new wife with
the boys. All he wanted was for her to return and to tell him
that everything was all right, that there was no reason for this
terrible feeling of impending doom that he had.
The door closed behind him and Tim and Bennie looked at each
other. Now that Dad had gotten back before Carolyn it was going
to be a little harder, but somehow they would manage anyway.
A short while later Bennie knocked on his Dad's door and
entered the room. Don was lying on the bed, but was not asleep.
"Forgot to replace the toothpaste for Mom, Dad. I'll just
put it over her sink."
"Fine, son." It was touching how devoted the boys were to
Carolyn. Don closed his eyes once more and sighed. Why didn't
she come home?
The toothpaste securely in place, Bennie exited and said good
night to his father.
Don was suddenly very tired ... the plane trip, the
helicopter, the bustle of Los Angeles, all had conspired to make
his return home a let down, especially since his wife hadn't even
been there to greet him. It wasn't that he'd been that far away
or away all that long ... it was just the principle of the thing.
He drifted into a half-sleep, and just as he was on the brink
of a profound sleep, the door opened and Carolyn came into the
room. For some reason he lay still as though he were sound
asleep, watching her as she moved.
Carolyn paused over the bed and thinking her husband to be
asleep yawned and went into the bathroom. Christ, that girl could
go on forever! Not that Carolyn was complaining about Shirley,
she had thoroughly enjoyed her lunch, and had stayed on until now,
renewing the intimate contact the two women had known the night
before. Thinking about Shirley, Carolyn began to undress, taking
off her pants-suit and revealing the total lack of any underwear
underneath to her husband on the bed. Never suspecting that she
was being watched, Carolyn rubbed her palm appreciatively against
the golden mound of her pussy, and then turned to go into the
bathroom. The light flicked on, and she stepped into the shower,
rubbing away the traces of her female companion's perfume as
quickly as she could.
Then stepping out of the warm water, Carolyn opened up the
new tube of toothpaste she found over her sink and began to brush
her teeth.
The taste of the toothpaste was oddly familiar, but pleasant,
and Carolyn brushed lengthily, knowing that there would be alcohol
on her breath as well as the familiar scent of another woman's
excitement.
Refreshed and ready for bed, Carolyn padded barefoot back
into the bedroom, and slipped between the sheets on the other side
of her husband.
"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Don asked.
Carolyn jumped. "Oh, Don, are you awake? You seemed to be
sleeping so well that I didn't want to disturb you ... How are
you darling, welcome back!"
Carolyn's voice sounded false on Don's sensitive ears, and as
Carolyn leaned forward to kiss him, he roughly pulled her to him.
"What the hell have you been doing? Why weren't you here
when I got back?"
"Don, you're hurting my hair. Let go!" Carolyn felt
frightened. She'd never heard Don use this tone of voice with her
and a new side of his personality was making itself known to her.
"Answer me! Who is it you've been out with?"
"Shirley ... my old friend Shirley, you've heard me talk
about her. I was lonesome ... cooped up here with those ... kids.
I needed someone to talk to!"
The tingling began in the lower pit of Carolyn's belly and
she knew she was having another attack. Desperately, she tried to
persuade Don that he had nothing to be upset about. She
apologized profusely for having been late in getting home, and
when her husband let go of her hair she could not help beginning
to rub her naked body licentiously against his clothed form.
Before much time had passed, she was begging and pleading
with her husband, "Oh, Don, fuck me ... fuck me, quick ... please,
please, do something!"
In spite of the many doubts he had about Carolyn, Don was
aroused by the beautiful young woman's agitated motions upon his
prone body, and he began to fondle and kiss her, feeling the
sleek, white nakedness of her flesh responding to his touches and
hearing her urging him to do more.
Hastily, Carolyn helped Don out of his clothing, and while he
lay back she moved swiftly and surely over him, letting his hard
cock penetrate the widespread lips of her besieged cunt, rising
rapidly up and down over and over again, squealing and gurgling as
her lust was satisfied again and still again, and still Don
managed to remain hard and to refrain from cumming.
"Oh, baby, oh honey, oh Don, oh sweetheart! Oh, it's good,
it's so good ... oh can you do it more and more and more ... I've
got to cum one more time ... just one more time!"
Don continued to give his young wife the hard up-thrusting
that she demanded, as she crazily spun and flung herself down upon
him over and over again. And then finally, exhaustion overtook
him, and the strain of withholding his orgasm had drained all
desire and excitement from him. Still, he climaxed with an
unsatisfactory feeling, knowing for sure that something was wrong
now. His ejaculation over, the tired architect fell into the
relief of a deep and dark sleep.
"Oh no, lover! No ... no ... not yet ... not yet!" Carolyn
cooed. But she saw that it was too late. Don's limp penis slid
from the seething orifice of her flooded pussy, leaving the
drugged wife with a horrible need still untouched within her
straining loins.
Hurriedly, she climbed from Don's still body and stood in the
middle of the room. She knew what she had to do, no matter how
distasteful it might have seemed to her under ordinary
circumstances.
Slipping from the room, she padded out into the living room.
Her naked body glistening with perspiration, her breathing coming
in jagged, uneven bursts as she tried to deal with the mounting
desire within her drugged system. Knowing that within the house
there was only one answer to her immediate problem, Carolyn headed
for the twins' room. Utterly ignoring the dark interior of the
room, which she had never even really seen before due to a
complete lack of interest in the thirteen year olds, Carolyn
headed directly toward the two still forms that lay in the twin
beds on the opposite side of the room.
"BOTH OF YOU WAKE UP! I'VE GOT TO HAVE BOTH OF YOU!"
"What are you doing, Mom?"
"Oh, Mom, we couldn't possibly do anything like that!"
"Stop it, Mom, stop it!"
"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT! GOT
TO! YOU LITTLE BRATS! DO YOU HEAR ME!"
"Stop, Mom! Stop!"
Even through the deep sleep that had overcome him in the next
room, Don could hear the loud noises. They seemed, in fact, to be
right in the room with him. Almost as if there were a speaker
system there leading from one room to the next. Don woke up in a
cold sweat, hearing his sons' strident calls for help, and his
wife's words becoming more and more lewd. At first it seemed a
terrible nightmare, and it was clear that there was no one in his
bedroom, Don ran outside into the living room. The door to the
boys' room was open, and he dashed inside.
Tim and Bennie in varying states of undress were clearly
attempting to defend themselves against their new mother's attack,
as they scampered to the opposite ends of the room to try to
escape Carolyn's clutching hands. With one excited lunge,
however, Carolyn reached forward and grabbed hold of young Tim's
leg, pulling him over and down onto the mattress of his bed, and
hurriedly reaching inside his pajamas to find his youthful penis.
Her head darted down, her parched lips widened to accept her
stepson's swelling cock in her mouth, her seeking, hungry, sucking
mouth. While Bennie leaped upon her back in an attempt to pull
her away from his brother.
"Help! Help!" Bennie cried, as Carolyn turned on him and
managed with her superior strength to get him down on his back.
The excited twenty-one year old blonde then pushed her nakedness
forward and began to writhe lewdly upon the twins on the bed.
While her husband watched in an abject state of shock, Carolyn
cried out to the boys, "Oh fuck me, oh suck me, oh do anything to
me! Just do it! God, I think I'm going to die! Don't just lie
there! Do something!"
Incensed by the obscene sight before him, Don's face grew
redder and redder. The lewdly writhing twin surfaces of his
wife's totally exposed buttocks before him enraged him still
further. He had to take some sort of action, and the first action
that came to him was brutal and hideous, but fitting for a woman
who was trying to debauch his young sons, he thought.
"I'll do something!" he cried, advancing upon them. "Tim and
Bennie, you get out of here! I'll take care of her!"
"Gee, Dad!" Tim and Bennie declared innocently, in unison,
slipping out from under their momentarily distracted stepmother's
bobbing breasts.
They scuttled away easily, themselves frightened by the look
upon their father's face. In all the time they'd known him they'd
never quite seen him like this!
Tim and Bennie went to the door, but instead of leaving as
they'd been told, they remained, too curious to miss what would
happen next.
Carolyn saw the awful look her new husband's face bore and
she knew despite the terrific lust brewing in her veins that she
had erred hopelessly. Somehow everything had gone wrong, and this
was the moment of truth!
Everything she'd worked so hard to attain was now really down
the drain, and what was more she felt that she was in great danger
of being physically harmed by the normally gentle, understanding
middle-aged man she'd married.
"Oh, God. Oh God ... let me explain ... Don, please let me
explain!" she wailed.
"I've had all the explanation I need," Don replied, tight-
lipped, his face now ashen white. Carolyn tried to be sweet,
charming, alluring. "Oh, Don ... darling ... please ..." Her
fingers went up to Don's face, but her touch enraged him so that
Don twisted her arm around, until she was forced to turn her
entire body about, until she was lying on her breasts and belly on
one of the boys' beds.
"NO, DON, NONONONO!" she cried. "Oh, let me go ... please
let me go ... I PROMISE YOU IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!"
"Get up on your knees and I'll give you something that you'll
never--God, no, never forget!" Don cried out.
Cringing helplessly forward, Carolyn obeyed slowly, her knees
quavering as she raised her creamy mounds high on the bed. She
looked back at her husband with an expression of sheer terror,
feeling that she was about to receive the thrashing of her life.
But Don had other things in mind. Beating was too good for
Carolyn, he felt, and only something particularly suited to her
crime would suffice.
"You thought you had a good thing going, didn't you?" Don
asked, his voice bitter and his eyes filled with loathing for the
beautiful young creature who knelt lewdly upon the bed in his
sons' room.
From her uncomfortable position on the bed, terror struck
deep in Carolyn's heart. "Oh, Don, please don't say things like
that to me ... Oh, Don!" she whimpered.
Everything was muddled in her mind. It didn't seem possible
that she could be finding herself in this situation. And yet
didn't her wanton actions indicate that something was wrong?
Still, even before the strange spells, Carolyn had to admit to
herself that she had been restless enough to accept the magazine
salesman's intimate embraces, and if she had not been caught by
the twins, it would have been fun having him back, time and time
again. Don was right to be furious with her, but God, what was
she going to do now? How could she ever start her life over
again? Without Don's benevolent protection, without anything?
Don peered down at Carolyn's white, widespread buttocks
deciding that he would punish the lovely young girl he'd been so
in love with in a manner which she would never ever forget. How
many times had she betrayed him in the short weeks of their
marriage. Don hesitated to even wager a guess. He'd been so
anxious to keep her happy, so hopeful that she would return the
deep love he felt for her. But she had been insatiable, so
insatiable that she had gone into his sons' room to attack them
when he had fallen asleep! It was unspeakable! Unthinkable!
Perhaps she'd even been in their room before! The boys had said
something about their new mother acting strange, and he'd paid no
attention to that!
"YOU SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He was naked
behind his adulterous new bride, his once dormant penis now
bulging thick with big veins that stood out on the sides of the
hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted
the cheeks of the twenty-one year old's full rounded buttocks
wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then
with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and licked the
small brown opening of her tiny, puckered anus.
"NNNNNNNNNN ...!" Carolyn shuddered at the hideous wet
feeling back there. It seemed so obscene that Don should be doing
such a thing to her, and yet, deep inside the little thrills
created by the 'sauce' she'd consumed in her toothpaste began to
sprout once more. How could she protest when she knew that she
deserved this from Don. He was her husband, and she could not
deny that she had been unfaithful ... more than that, she had
committed an unforgivable act of bestiality, fornicating with a
dog! And the family dog at that! More than that she had known
mindless delights with her husband's children, accepting their
slender boyish cocks high up within the moist, willing confines of
her womb, and had made passionate love with another woman, not
once, but twice.
Now her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of
her defenselessly spread ass-cheeks sent chills running through
her.
"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy
himself. Don withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the
little brown opening. Carolyn's long, beautiful legs were spread
far apart, so far that she could feel the pull on the tendons
where her thighs joined at her loins. Then suddenly the new bride
felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her rectum and she realized with
alarm that Don was working his finger into her back there. His
finger was thick and with a sudden surge of fear Carolyn realized
that he was going to push it all the way into her. She tried to
wiggle away from him as his middle finger began to turn in the
deep channel of her tightly clenched rectum, sliding steadily
inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt
jerking motions.
"NNNNNNnnnnghhhh!" Carolyn groaned. The pain in her unused
passage was indeed horrid and even worse was the very idea of what
Don was doing!
But Don pulled her buttocks back up in the air, when she
tried to scramble away, or lean forward to escape his touch. He
made his guilty young wife remain in the humiliating position that
made her rear passage so wide open to his lewd fondling.
"What's the matter? Don't you like it? You were begging for
something ... for anything ... well this is something!"
The watching twins cowered by the door, wondering if perhaps
they had gone too far in their little trap. To their amazement
their father had turned into a cool, appraising madman. They had
not quite expected that. But they decided to watch it all to the
very end, in case they might be able to be of some assistance in
one way or another.
"NnnnnnnNNNNNNGHHHHHH!" Carolyn grunted, more softly now, and
the boys could see that their father had removed his finger from
their stepmother's back passage, and that he had replaced it with
the hard knob of his thrusting cock. They could see that his
penis was beet red from the effort of trying to slip into the
tight cringing little hole that nestled between their new mother's
pale and trembling buttocks.
"Jeez!" said Bennie.
"Cripes!" Tim whispered under his breath.
Carolyn's face reddened. She seemed so very exposed, so
vulnerable. Tears ran down her cheeks and her long, blonde hair
fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows
but every now and then she would pitch forward, propelled by Don's
thrusting penis. It was only in about a quarter of an inch, but
the pain in her virginal back passage was more than she could
bear.
"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life ... fuck
you in that tight little ass of yours ... the one you sit on all
day long except when you're shaking it for someone else!" Don
whispered, huskily.
Don's words stung and echoed in Carolyn's ears and her pink,
flushed body trembled uncontrollably from the pain in her rectum.
Don let his fingers roam teasingly all over Carolyn's
beautiful legs, her hips and her belly, and both of them sensed
that it was for the sake of memory ... that it was perhaps the
last time he would be touching her. Carolyn felt her skin
crawling everywhere Don touched. She whimpered softly now,
wondering if he would ever be finished with her, and yet not
wanting it to end, for at the end, she felt was an abyss of
darkness in which Don would not care what happened to her.
Then his hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips
beneath Carolyn's pale white belly, the obscenely wriggling
fingers sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her
blonde-haired cunt.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Simultaneously, Don began to rock and to push, rock and push,
worming forward all the time, pulling Carolyn's helplessly exposed
body back to him so that within moments the hot tip of his
penetrating penis surged forward all the way up into the depths of
the young girl's tightly resisting anus.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Carolyn twisted desperately,
trying her best to get away from the red-hot searing pain in her
rectum, but Don's thick cock was angrily sinking further and
further into the tight, dark virginity of her back passage and the
shameful pain flared up to include every portion of her being.
The young woman felt weak and debilitated as though she would
never be able to hold up under this lewd back-fucking. Behind her
she could feel Don beginning to warm to his task, moaning out
lustfully behind her in a voice she'd never heard him use before.
"UUUUuuuuuughhhhhh! Fuck back ... fuck back!" he growled
out.
Weakly at first, and then with more and more assurance,
Carolyn did as she was told, while nearby the twins watched with
increasing interest.
With each vicious stab from behind, the young wife tried to
screw her quivering buttocks back into the pain. Perhaps, soon,
it would be all over. Perhaps then this one would be the last,
horrid stroke!
But it was not over, and Carolyn's cries of distress began to
trail off as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to
ignite a masochistic spark deep within her. The drugged wife's
belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening and
something about even this ghastly punishment released that hidden
torrent of lust that had lain buried inside her. She could
visualize herself almost as though she were someone watching
herself lewdly kneeling, her full firmly-rounded ass-cheeks
quivering high in the air while her angered husband thrust
mercilessly, over and over again, into her once-virgin passage.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn! OOOOOooooohhhhhh!" Carolyn began to cry and
the sounds were quite different now. At the door to their room,
watching the entire scene the boys were relieved to hear their
stepmother's cries and to know that she was enjoying the brutal
act that their father was committing. The disheveled blonde's
arousal was most apparent, even to Don, who was himself mesmerized
by the sight of his thickly swollen penis as it entered and exited
from the tightly stretched nether ring of his wife's anal passage.
Carolyn's straining mounds had begun to twist and bounce beneath
him, offering him encouragement as the haunted woman wagged
herself back at her husband in open invitation to ravishment. Don
was slithering deep inside her, deeper than he had ever thought
that he could go. And it felt damned good and tight!
"Don't stop, Don! Don't ever stop. I love it ... I love
it!" Carolyn suddenly blurted out in helpless surrender. It felt
incredible. Like no pleasure she'd ever known ... different from
regular lovemaking and satisfying in every way.
"OH MY GOD DON ... OH DON DARLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?
WHAT ..." Carolyn's wild entreaty was interrupted. For the first
time in her life she was experiencing something very rare, an anal
orgasm. But that was what it was. It spread most definitely from
the filled nether passage of her rectum to the tingling inner
passage of her vagina, and then began to spiral and grow as
Carolyn moaned and danced obscenely back toward her husband's
wetly skewering cock, her knees quaking, and her heart palpitating
as the frenzied delight spread to every portion of her nakedly
gyrating body.
"Oh my God, yes ... oh yes ..." Carolyn hissed softly, and
Don's fingers dropped down around the keening, blonde wife's
thighs to manipulate the passion moistened prissy, toying
teasingly, increasing her orgasm with his fingers.
At the door, the boys watched as their father thrust one more
time, then again, and then another time into their mewling
stepmother's spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled
with hers as his heavy cock grew stiff with desire for release.
And then Don pumped his heated sperm high up into Carolyn's wildly
contracting anal passage. Together they felt the acute thrill of
mutual climax overtaking them and moaning and gasping for pleasure
they both collapsed heavily on the bed. As they lay there
stunned, the adulterous young wife could still feel her husband's
spending penis emitting its last few drops of semen high up with
the compressed mounds of her flushed and heated ass-cheeks.
"Wow!" cried Tim.
"You said it," Bennie agreed, and both boys left the room.
They were hungry and a midnight snack was just what they needed.
Chapter 10
Don greeted the mailman, and noted with pleasure that he had
received a letter from the twins. He was lonely in the big house
all by himself, and now most of his pleasure came from the weekly
letters the boys sent from their boarding school farther north up
near Sacramento.
He sat back down in his reclining chair and opened up the
envelope to read the letter:
Dear Dad:
We were sorry to hear about the divorce, but glad to know
that "Mom" is okay and living with her friend Shirley now.
As you will see from the enclosed report-card we are making
good grades here. We have a neat chemistry teacher, Mr. Boyse,
who allows us to do our own special experiments whenever the lab
is free.
All in all the school is pretty nice and we like it so far.
Love from,
Tim and Bennie
P.S. Sure hope you get married again Dad, and if you do,
we'll be ready to love and accept anyone you choose!
Don smiled to himself. What a miracle that the boys were not
scarred for life by the terrible things they'd experienced. God,
he felt himself to be a very lucky man, indeed!
* * *
At Scotsdale School for Boys, Tim and Bennie hurried to the
lab. Mr. Boyse had told them it was available, and they had a
very important experiment in action. When they entered the room,
Bennie went over to their private locker. Inside was the cage
with the guinea pigs.
Tim took out his stopwatch and they settled down to observe
and make notes. By the time two hours had passed, it was clear
that the new timing action they'd created for their special
'sauce' ... the 'formula', they called it now ... was working
splendidly. They would have to return periodically to observe the
guinea pigs, but so far it seemed as though the formula would work
over a twenty-four period, going on and off approximately every
two hours. In a few days it would be ready for testing on a human
being.
When Tim and Bennie left the lab, carefully cleaning up and
turning out the lights before hand, they were elated by their own
brilliance. Flushed and excited they walked briskly down the hall
toward their dorm room. Several students and teachers passed
them, for it was the end of the class day, and one of them stopped
to congratulate the twins on their last English composition.
Pretty Miss Appleton was enthusiastic, and the boys liked the
way her perfume smelled, and the pretty dark brunette hair that
was always coming undone from its prim chignon at the back of her
lithe, long neck.
"I'm very proud of you boys," Miss Appleton said, her blue
eyes sparkling, for she took her work very seriously. "Both of
you. I'm hoping you will read your compositions in class tomorrow
morning!"
"Sure, Miss Appleton!"
"Right on, Miss Appleton!"
They stood to watch the young teacher clicking away on her
high heels down the hall. The soft curve of her hips and buttocks
was definitely exciting, they both agreed, and by the time they
reached their own room, each twin knew just who would be the first
recipient of their new 'formula'.
"Imagine doing it to Miss Appleton." Tim mused later on after
lights out.
"That's just what I'm imagining!" Bennie replied.
Chapter 11
Miss Appleton carefully pinned up her long dark hair before
leaving her apartment for her first class of the day. Reflected
in the mirror, she saw a pretty oval face with deep-set blue eyes
fringed with long dark lashes. Her creamy complexion needed
almost no make-up, and Alice contented herself with applying just
the slightest bit of lip gloss to her small but perfectly formed
lips. The somber-toned charcoal-grey dress molded well to Alice
Appleton's curvaceous figure, but not too closely. Alice
preferred the more conservative approach to everything, and she
knew that she was admired at the school because of it. She was an
excellent teacher of English, and the young twenty-three year old
took great pride in her work with the boys of the Scotsdale
School. This was the attractive brunette's second year now at the
school, and Alice felt that she would like to stay for a long,
long while.
It was easy to spend most of her time studying, planning
lessons, and correcting papers. That way the pretty dark-haired
teacher had little time to think of the past. Even so, however,
there were moments when that past pressed into the present,
bringing with it unwanted memories.
This was one of those disturbing moments, and Alice blinked
her eyes rapidly at her own reflection in the mirror, when she
realized that she was no longer thinking of the class that was to
come, but of him.
Martin's hands running over her soft exposed skin, there in
the fresh night air; the feel of the blanket beneath her; the
longing in her loins as she felt him pressed closer and closer to
her trembling body. How good it had been to lie back, her head
feeling the bumps of the grass against the blanket and up above,
beyond Martin's hovering form, the night sky and the stars, and
then the feel of her skirt being pulled up, the sound of her own
acquiescent sigh as her flimsy silk panties were eased down over
her trembling thighs, and she knew what was going to happen. The
way her legs had parted--or had he parted them with his own--and
then her closed eyes, the naked heat of him against her, and the
awful pushing pain. Her cry of fear rising to the night, and then
the pleasure, the powerful, moving pleasure filling every portion
of her quivering young body, making her know that she could,
indeed she would live forever as long as she remained in Martin's
arms.
"OH GOD!" Alice turned away from the mirror and scurried into
the small bathroom that all the teachers' apartments had. There
she dabbed witch hazel on her face with little cotton squares,
feeling the cooling liquid bring her back to normal. The
trembling of her legs had ceased, and Alice felt she would be able
to go to her class now. She reminded herself firmly that Martin
and all that was finished, far behind her. She was no longer a
foolish eighteen year old, silly enough to fall for the phony
promises of a man older and more cunning than she. No, there were
no men in Alice's life now, and there had been none since Martin,
and that was the way she wanted it. Much better to enjoy her
quiet but rewarding life as a teacher, than to risk everything for
a man's unfaithful caresses.
Refreshed and determined, Alice made her way from her
apartment in the left wing of the main building of the private
boys' school, the central portion of which housed some of the
boys' dorms on the top floors and most of the classrooms on the
lower floors. The left wing was in reality a recently built
extension to the main building, designed specifically to house the
faculty members who lived on campus.
"Morning, Miss Appleton."
"Nice day, Miss Appleton!"
"You're looking lovely today, Miss Appleton."
Alice blushed and said thank you to Mr. Boyse who was the
last person she passed in the corridor that lead to her classroom.
A fellow-teacher, she couldn't bring herself to be rude to him,
even though she often wanted to tell him that his personal remarks
were unnecessary. For some reason, though, today Miss Appleton
didn't mind Mr. Boyse's remark as much as she might have. He was
harmless enough, and there was no danger whatsoever that the
chemistry teacher would seek a more intimate relationship with
her. Yes, Miss Appleton felt quite safe at the school, and it was
a relief to know that she was secure at all times.
There was a special little lift to her feelings today,
however, as Alice entered her classroom. She was a few minutes
later than usual, it being her habit to arrive a good fifteen
minutes early in order to greet the boys on their arrival and
prepare her papers and books. Today several of her students were
already in their seats, and Alice was pleased to note that the
Larsen twins were among them. Such good boys! she thought as she
greeted them with her sunniest smile, a smile reserved only for
her best students, and never, for example, for a teaching
colleague.
As she sat down at her big oak desk, being sure to pull her
sensible-length charcoal-grey skirt down over her knees, Alice
thought she knew why she was feeling that little lift. It was
certainly because of the papers that the Larsen twins had handed
in, and which she had read pleasurably the night before. Miss
Appleton had had them read their composition papers to the class
two weeks before, and as she bent her pretty dark head over the
current assignment, Alice decided that she must have them repeat
this performance.
Gradually the classroom filled, and Alice pretended not to
notice the little whispers and scuffles that always were a prelude
to the final bell. When the bell rang however, the students were
always forced to observe the most rigid silence, as Alice Appleton
stood and seriously surveyed them from behind her desk.
"Good morning, boys!" she said now, taking them in one by
one, noting by each boy's expression whether or not he was likely
to have shirked on his homework.
"Good morning, Miss Appleton!" the boys chorused back.
Miss Appleton was in her element.
"First of all," she began, strolling over to the large
windows that lined one side of the room, "we will collect your
homework assignment ... the two descriptive paragraphs about an
art work of your choice."
Knowing that the art department of the school was
particularly poor, Alice had enjoyed taking her class to the local
museum, and she was looking forward to their comments on the
paintings and sculpture they had seen there.
"Do I have a volunteer?" she asked, turning away from the
pleasant view of green fields and trees below to face her class.
"Yes, Tim, you may collect the papers," she smiled, an absent-
minded, thoughtful smile that made it clear to all who observed
her that she was thinking of many important things related to her
teaching.
A short while later, Alice was once more seated at her desk.
She looked up as Tim arrived carrying the sheaf of papers. Tim's
blue eyes held Miss Appleton's for a brief second before Alice
turned away.
"How many did you count, Tim?" she asked.
"Fourteen, Miss Appleton," Tim replied.
"Fourteen? There are fifteen students in this class. Will
the boy who did not do his homework please raise his hand?"
"I didn't, Miss Appleton," Tim admitted. He was looking at
the soft swelling of his teacher's breasts, two large mounds of
flesh that seemed to want to escape the drab coverings that Miss
Appleton always gave them. He thought about them now with
considerable interest, comparing them mentally with what he knew
his father's ex-wife's breasts had looked like. Of course, it was
all imaginary at the moment, but Tim was confident that soon he
would be able to make the comparison, yes, he and Bennie both
would know whether Miss Appleton's breasts were prettier than old
Carolyn's had been.
"You, Tim?" Alice was shocked, and the glasses that she had
been about to place on her pertly upturned nose fell to the desk.
"But ... I don't understand. Do you have a good reason Tim? I've
never known you to shirk your duty!"
"Uh ... not really Miss Appleton," the blond thirteen year
old replied.
The class sniggered and Alice looked up sharply. Recovering
her composure, she spoke with renewed authority. "We'll have to
discuss this after class, Tim. You know that."
"Yes, ma'am," Tim replied, turning to go back to his seat.
Throughout the rest of the class, Alice felt flushed and
perturbed. It was so unlike the Larsen boy not to have done his
homework, and then not to have a decent excuse at that! The whole
thing was very unsettling, and Alice hurried through the day's
lesson, postponing her suggestion that the twins read their short
stories to the class until another time.
When finally the last bell rang, Alice gave a particularly
long homework assignment which was greeted by groans from her
students. Ignoring the groans, the pretty twenty-three year old
bid the boys good-day and began to leaf through a poetry book that
was usually on her desk. The title swam before her eyes, Love
Poems of William Shakespeare. The title was decidedly
embarrassing, Miss Appleton decided once and for all as she waited
for the classroom to empty. But there had been something special
about the book when she'd first seen it in the bookstore, that had
made her buy it. Perhaps, she thought, she would cover it, and
that way she would not be faced with the rather blunt title every
day.
"Miss Appleton?" Tim waved good-bye to his brother Bennie and
stood watching Alice Appleton with curious interest. How long he
had been standing there observing her, Alice could not tell, but
she decided that she was angry. Yes, she was angry with Tim
Larsen, and she was going to let him know it in no uncertain
terms.
"Tim Larsen! What do you have to say for yourself? I must
say I am terribly disappointed in you. As you know you and your
brother have been at the head of this class, and I certainly
expect you of all people to set a good example for the others!"
For the first time in his thirteen years, Tim understood the
expression that he'd read and heard on television couched as a
joke: You're beautiful when you're angry! For Alice Appleton was
most certainly beautiful at this very moment, Tim thought, far
more beautiful than his former stepmother who had never been
pretty when she was angry, which was quite often.
No, Miss Appleton was something special, that was for sure,
and Tim was glad that he and Bennie had chosen her for their
little experiment. She would make a perfect subject!
"Well, you see, Miss Appleton ..." Tim began, then hesitated.
He would have to make this turn out just right for his purposes.
"Yes, Tim? Yes?" Alice was anxious to hear something,
anything from the boy that would help restore her faith in him.
"I ... uh ... Well, none of the paintings and stuff turned
me on enough to write about them."
Miss Appleton was genuinely worried. "But ... that's just
not possible!" she declared. "A boy so sensitive ... so ..."
"My stepmother always said, Art is bunk!" Tim was stealing it
from something he'd learned in history. It was Henry Ford's
infamous remark that "history is bunk". Actually old Carolyn had
never opened her mouth to either one of the boys about a subject
as lofty as art, and Tim had no idea what his father's ex-wife
thought about the subject. His statement produced exactly the
right effect, however, for Miss Appleton replied, "Why, you poor
boy ... I ... I mean ... Didn't I read in your record that your
father is, uh, no longer married to ... uh ... your stepmother?"
"Yeah, they got divorced just a little bit ago ... that's
when we came to this school!" Tim guessed what Miss Appleton was
thinking, and he was quite accurate.
Poor children ... no decent guidelines. What kind of woman
must their stepmother have been? And now to have no one at all.
I've been neglecting my job. Tim and Bennie both need special
care ... special attention and guidance. Such bright boys ... but
undoubtedly there are other areas in which their education has
been lacking. Why, I might be able to influence these boys so
that they go on and do great things.
By the time Tim left Miss Appleton, it had been all arranged
that he and Bennie were to have private tutoring sessions with
their English teacher twice a week during their usual study hour.
Tim rushed to the cafeteria where he found Bennie in line for
the early lunch shift.
"She bought it! We're in!" he declared to his identical
twin.
"Great, we'll activate the formula this afternoon!" Bernie
was enthusiastic, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood
in line for the luncheon of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and
peas that was offered by the school that day.
Without speaking another word about it over their lunch, each
twin knew that the other was thinking about the manner in which
their father's ex-wife had reacted to the first crude version of
the 'formula' they made, using a recipe they'd found in one of her
erotic books.
There was no doubt about the success of their own primitive
aphrodisiac, as the still smoldering memories of each boy were
enough to spur them on to a more perfected version, a perfect
formula, in short!
Later on they passed Mr. Boyse in the hall. "Going to the
lab, boys?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Boyse, we still have some notes to take on our
experiment."
"Great, boys, that's just fine! One day you'll be great
scientists."
"Maybe, Mr. Boyse!"
Ed Boyse looked down at the two serious faces that were
upturned to his. Such dedication he read in their eyes.
"Perhaps, one day you'll do me the great honor of letting me in on
the details of your current experiment!" the thirty-three year old
chemistry teacher said with a smile.
The boys retreated down the hall, and Tim waved back at their
congenial teacher. "Maybe someday we will, Mr. Boyse!" he called.
* * *
The next afternoon, Alice brought to school her big beautiful
Skira art books, and she'd already marked out several sections
that she planned to discuss with Tim and Bennie. She knew that
she was correct in planning these little special sessions for both
of the twins because of Bennie's paper. Why it was almost worse
than no paper at all! The boy said such disparaging things about
the masterpiece they'd seen that day in the museum that it was
clear he needed some guidance.
The pretty dark-haired teacher sat in the empty study room,
at one of the small desk seats designed for the students. They
were all in a row and connected to one another in a pattern that
stretched back, filling the entire room. When not used for study,
this room was used as a small lecture hall and sometimes movies
were shown there rather than in the larger auditorium. Alice was
looking forward to seeing the boys even though she'd already seen
them earlier that morning in English class. But this was
different ... more meaningful, really, and she felt the odd little
lift to her spirits that made her feel more alive, more vital than
usual.
When at last the door opened and the two blond youths walked
in, Alice was surprised to feel her blood racing in her veins.
They were such handsome children, and she in a sense represented
their salvation. Much later they would go out into the world as
much more complete human beings, as men, because of her tutoring.
"We brought you a present, Miss Appleton!" Tim and Bennie
chorused as they approached Alice's seat.
"Oh! How sweet," Alice cried, "An apple for the teacher ...
but this one is glazed isn't it?" Alice took the large bright
shiny fruit and turned it in her palm. Little tears of gratitude
formed in her eyes. Obviously the boys realized what she was
trying to do for them.
"Yes, we glazed it ourselves, Miss Appleton, in the kitchen.
The cook let us."
"What enterprising children ... uh, I mean, young men!" Alice
said, placing the apple on her arm rest.
"But aren't you going to eat it?" Bennie asked, his blue eyes
wide.
"Why ... uh why yes, of course. Now you boys sit down ...
one on either side of me. I've brought some books for us to look
at. I'm sure you'll find them fascinating as I do. My, this is
delicious."
The twins' eyes met triumphantly as Alice took several large
bites from the specially glazed apple.
"It's a special recipe, Miss Appleton," Tim said, "Oh ...
what's that picture there?"
The tutoring session was going so well, that Alice felt her
head swimming. The exquisitely reproduced photographs began to
blur before her eyes, and sometimes she was seeing the images in
triplicate. In addition the twins were crowding in close to her
on either side to see the book that was spread before her, and on
more than one occasion one of their small hands brushed hers as
she turned the pages or as they were admiring a picture. On her
right side, Miss Appleton became increasingly aware of Tim as he
moved closer and closer to her, his arm pressing against hers, his
soft, hairless cheek almost touching hers; while on her left side
Bennie began to rub his arm slowly along the length of hers.
Abruptly, Alice stood up, letting the expensive book fall to
the floor of the study hall. "Oh ... I ... I think I must go back
to my apartment boys ... I'm not feeling terribly well. Something
... something seems to be wrong!"
The twins leapt to their feet and insisted upon accompanying
their teacher back to her room. Students weren't normally allowed
in the section reserved for faculty, but Alice's obvious pallor
and the fact that her students were assisting her in a moment of
malaise sufficed to satisfy the one guard they encountered, who
was in reality a kind of glorified switchboard operator.
Alice was grateful for the boys' help, for she was not at all
certain of herself. For one thing she kept getting hot and cold
flashes and then there was the blurred vision. A strange and
ominous tingling had gotten hold of her arms and legs, and on her
high heels her numbed feet would have made many false steps had it
not been for her solicitous students. When finally they arrived
at a dark corridor and Miss Appleton indicated that the door to
her apartment was at the end of it, she attempted to persuade them
to leave, but they were not easily put off. Tim and Bennie
insisted upon seeing her safely in.
"I ... I'll be fine boys I just have to lie down ... right
now!" Alice stumbled forward into the small living room with its
walls lined with books, and fell upon the studio couch that pulled
out into a bed. Her dark hair had become unraveled and the deep
blue of her dress contrasted pleasantly with the plaid bedspread
as the boys stood eagerly by.
"Are you sure there's nothing we can do for you, Miss
Appleton? A glass of water ... an aspirin?"
Alice lay sprawled upon the studio couch, painfully aware
that the boys were watching her in this disheveled state, and
embarrassed that she did not seem to be able to get up. Her heart
pounded and palpitated, and the tingling that had begun in her
hands and feet was spreading rapidly to the rest of her body. At
first the tips of her breasts, and then the dark silky triangle
hidden high between her thighs were the recipients of the insane
tingling. It was all she could do at first to stop from touching
herself to ease the irrepressible sensations that were overcoming
her. And then the pretty dark-haired teacher knew that she could
no longer hold out. She would go stark raving crazy in a moment
if she didn't do something! In a sudden burst of energy that
frightened her two prize pupils, Alice jumped up, running toward
them, her eyes with a dazed expression of incomprehension.
"OUT, OUT!" she cried, "You've got to get out!" Furiously
she pushed at them, and the boys, try as they might to resist,
found themselves forcibly evicted from their teacher's apartment.
"But ... but ..." they stammered, but it was no use. The
effects of the formula within her system were only beginning and
although strong, Alice's sense of the propriety was at the moment
still strong enough to protect her from the curious stares of the
scheming thirteen year olds. Standing outside in the dark
hallway, Tim and Bennie felt completely defeated. How on earth
were they going to find out the results of their experiment if
they couldn't be around to see that was going on?
Bennie's hand ran along the length of his hard-swollen penis,
and he saw Tim do the same as his eyes grew accustomed to the
darkness.
"Maybe we can see in, the keyhole!" Tim suggested hopefully,
and he bent down to look. The keyhole did afford a glimpse into
the brightly lighted apartment, and Tim could even see a portion
of the studio couch inside.
"But I don't see Miss Appleton anywhere!" he said aloud to
Bennie.
"Probably doing it to herself in the bathroom!" Bennie
offered by way of explanation. He wanted to do it to himself
right now too, the way he felt. It was a terrible disappointment,
getting all excited like that and then being locked out! Neither
he nor Bennie had known that splendid sensation of a woman's
softly clinging cunt since the last time they'd made love with
their father's wife right in her own bedroom. That had sure been
something!
Tim continued to stare through the keyhole, hoping for a
glimpse of Miss Appleton at some point anyway. Bennie spoke
softly to his brother while he kept watch.
"Remember old Carolyn, Tim? Remember how it was fucking
her?"
"Yeah, sure," Tim replied. "But I'll bet Miss Appleton's
even better!"
"Yeah, Alice has class ... old Carolyn was a nowhere chick!"
"Too bad we had to get rid of her, but it was really for
Dad's sake as well as ours!" Tim mused.
There was still no sight of Alice through the keyhole, but
both boys had begun to massage their lustfully aching young
penises in an attempt to soothe their emotions. Just thinking of
how they had tricked their former stepmother, by putting some of
their more primitive formula into her toothpaste was making them
even more excited than before.
"Yeah, Dad didn't like her trying to get us to fuck her, did
he?" Bennie said softly. Up and down his hand rubbed harder and
harder as he leaned against the door to steady himself as the
rising tide of desire took hold.
"If only he knew that we'd already fucked her ... but good!"
"Hah!"
"HEY!" Tim suddenly cried. "I see her ... cripes ... she's
stark naked ... what a pair of tits ... what a ...!"
"Lemme see ... lemme see too ..." Bennie crowded against his
brother, but was prevented from seeing anything by a deep voice
that suddenly spoke behind them.
"Who's there?" Heavy footsteps approached, and the boys were
soon standing and trying to look as innocent as possible under the
circumstances when Mr. Boyse appeared out of the dimness.
"Uh ... good afternoon Mr. Boyse," the boys gulped.
"Why, what are you boys doing here?" Ed Boyse asked. "Don't
you know you aren't allowed in this section?"
"Why, yes," Tim began. "We ... uh."
"Miss Appleton wasn't feeling very well, so we helped her to
get back here," Bennie added.
"Not feeling well?" Ed Boyse thought about how fine Alice had
looked when he'd seen her earlier in the day. He'd thought he'd
stop by to borrow a book, just so that he could get to see her
again, in fact, and perhaps talk to her a little, break down some
of that frigid reserve of hers.
"Well, you boys run along. I'll just check and see if
there's anything I can do for her!" The chemistry teacher was
thinking that he knew precisely what he'd like to do for Alice
Appleton, and that was probably precisely what she needed too!
"I said run along now, boys!" For some reason, Ed wanted the
boys to leave before he knocked on Alice's door. Probably because
he didn't feel like being a teacher just then, after all, he was
in the faculty wing and he had completed all his classes for that
day. He was a 'civilian' now, so to speak.
Tim and Bennie hesitated for as much longer as they dared and
then reluctantly turned to walk back down the hall.
"And by the way, boys ... you left the cover off your guinea
pigs this morning. Got to watch that kind of thing, you know!"
One last reminder that they were lowly students in the faculty
wing and the boys hurried away from Mr. Boyse's sight.
Chapter 12
The knock at the door was terrifying and yet Alice had the
wild feeling that help was at hand. Whoever it was ... whatever
it was ... somehow she would be better off than she had been so
far, locked in what had become the claustrophobic walls of her
small apartment, all of her terrors and desires loosed as though
she had been drugged, or as though she had suddenly lost her mind.
In her frantic attempt to ascertain what was wrong with her, she'd
recalled reading an article about hallucinogenics and their
effects. What she was feeling now was a lot like that, and yet
there was more to it, much more.
Her clothing lay strewn throughout the apartment, and in the
bedroom, lay the brush, the horrid, wicked hair brush which she
had just withdrawn from the peculiarly unassuaged depths of her
dark-curl-covered pussy.
"Oh God, oh God ... the door ... I've got to ... got to get
something on!"
The knock came again as Alice looked desperately for
something with which to cover her cream-white nakedness. The
terrycloth robe tied in front and was easy to put on, but Alice
was in such a state that she didn't even realize that she hadn't
closed it all the way. So that when she opened the door to
Scotsdale's chemistry teacher, Mr. Boyse, Alice presented a
picture so outrageously stunning that Ed was left speechless for a
long moment.
The tall dark-haired teacher of chemistry could see nothing
but the absolutely wanton beauty of the female whom he had
previously known as pretty and prim, but had never, not even in
his wildest fantasies, envisioned like this. Worthy of the most
avant-garde French film director, Alice's dark hair tumbled to her
shoulders in sharp contrast with the stark white of her terrycloth
robe. The robe was fastened, but it hung loosely so that Ed could
see the full tantalizing plump mounds of Alice's breasts in the
open "vee", including half of her dusky right nipple, as she stood
there gazing at him. Then below, for his eyes could not help but
wander over the vision of loveliness before him, Ed took in a
fascinating glimpse of white midriff flesh that led to a deeply
indented navel, and then continued down to a shiny dark triangle
of pubic hair shaped in the "vee" of Alice's totally revealed and
mesmerizing cunt.
"Christ, Alice!" he gasped, and that was all he could manage
to get out.
Alice didn't even notice Mr. Boyse was calling her by her
first name whereas she had specifically asked him on more than one
occasion to address her as Miss Appleton. Instead, she felt
herself operating on some subconscious level, and even knowing
that he was Ed Boyse, the chemistry teacher, she spoke at last.
"Martin ... I've been waiting ... what's kept you so long?"
The maddening desire that quivered throughout her lusciously
endowed body shimmered just beneath the surface of her body,
beneath the surface of her mind. It seemed to Alice to be
dripping from her words as she spoke.
"Are you ... all right?" Ed asked. "Who's Martin?" She was
certainly acting weird, he thought, but Christ what a body ...
what a face! He entered, and closed the door carefully behind
him, then stood uncertainly near it, nervously observing Alice
Appleton.
"Come ... come sit with me ... be with me ... I've been so
lonely!" the dark-haired beauty pleaded.
Drinking ... she's been drinking ... Christ ... Alice is a
lush and I never suspected it! Somehow the thought that the
prissy English teacher drank made Ed feel just a trifle surly.
All those airs she'd been putting on with him for two years now
... and all along, if he'd had the guts to come to her apartment,
he'd probably have been fucking her all along. Just the way he
used to fuck the last English teacher, Sara Covington, before she
finally married her fiance and left the teaching profession.
Ed sat on the sofa close, very close indeed to Alice, and
tried to see if he could smell whiskey on her breath. He
couldn't. There was only a sweet smell, like candied apples, and
Ed decided she must be a vodka fiend. But it was difficult to
think about anything now, with her being so close and acting the
way she was.
"Martin ..." she said slowly and her fingers were working at
his jacket sleeve, compulsively, kneading almost like a cat as her
big blue eyes looked deeply into his, seeming to plead with him.
Ed felt as though he were in some kind of science-fiction
movie. Alice Appleton bore so little resemblance to the person he
was accustomed to meeting daily in the halls and from time to time
in the faculty lounge, that he was completely taken aback. The
thick tip of his penis throbbed impatiently as the loosely tied
white terrycloth robe came completely undone, and Alice didn't
seem to notice or care.
"Christ, Alice!" he repeated. Christ he wanted to fuck her
... This usually stuck-up little bitch, this tight-assed little
cunt and her high-minded dedication!
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Martin? Please
hurry and take them off!"
He was Martin ... Alice convinced herself of it briefly. Who
else could it be ... who else could she feel this way about but
her darling Martin, come to his senses at last, and returning to
her from that awful woman he'd married instead of her. "I knew
all along you'd leave her, Martin ... I knew you'd remember the
good things we did together ... what we meant to each other!"
The words were slurred and the image of Ed Boyse who was now
rapidly tearing off his clothing was dim at best. A raging fire
was out of control in the middle of her trembling loins, and God,
Martin was here at last to take care of it, to love her the way he
had taught her, to touch her where no other man but him had
touched.
The drugged teacher flung off her robe revealing the
startling beauty of her totally naked hips, breasts and thighs.
Voluptuously proportioned, the young brunette teacher lay back as
if to flaunt her perfection before the man she supposed to be her
erstwhile lover.
"Oh darling, darling, darling," she moaned over and over, the
heavy eyelids closed now, fluttering nervously, but closed, as her
trembling white thighs parted sensuously, and her fingers moved
down to the silken black hairs that surrounded and protected her
desire-drenched cunt.
She could sense the naked man coming closer to her, and her
eyelids fluttered open just the slightest bit and she knew that it
was not Martin. Yet, she had to imagine that it was, that this
desire she felt in her fully awakened breasts and belly and in the
soft fleshy folds of her tingling pussy below were all for him ...
all for the one and only man she had ever loved in her short
lifetime.
Ed was slowly stroking his throbbing hard penis, reaching
down now to caress her soft exposed flesh, so fragile, so
beautiful, so cock-stirringly splayed beneath him. He groaned and
began to let his hand rove nervously and excitedly across the
tender feminine flesh.
Beneath him Alice closed her eyes once more as she felt her
body growing more and more responsive to the clumsy caresses that
were turning her flesh into a sheet of white-hot passion. A rash
of goose-pimples covered the sensitive skin of her arms and legs
as she moaned with growing desire. Yes, she wanted him. He was
Martin ... He was! The normally subdued young teacher's nakedly
exposed body ached to be touched gently the way Martin used to do,
but touching, any kind of touching, would do at this point! Her
brain swam, and her senses reeled as she felt the thunder building
up deep inside her aroused by his maddening fingertips moving
steadily over her defenseless white nakedness.
"Oh Martin ... take me take me ... take me, my love!"
"Martin, my foot!" Ed Boyse muttered, his eyes feasting
lewdly and greedily on Alice Appleton's half-conscious body as she
writhed obscenely on the sofa.
* * *
"It's my turn ... it's my turn to see now!" Tim declared,
shoving Bennie to the side and, on his knees, placing his eye over
the keyhole where his twin brother's had just been. Behind him he
heard the familiar slap of his brother's fist against his tensed
loins as he furiously masturbated in sympathy with the erotic
scene they'd been watching since the beginning. Tim stayed on his
knees there and commented on what he was seeing so that his
brother could know what was going on.
"I think he's gonna screw her now!" he whispered. "I can
just see the bottom half of them. Can't see her face or anything.
But she's spreading her legs ... Cripes, Bennie, that should be
us in there!"
"Never mind, it'll be us soon enough!"
* * *
The lewdly aroused chemistry teacher edged around on the
studio couch and, animal-like, crouched on all fours over the
young woman's unresisting body as he climbed onto the sofa-bed
with her. With his knee he pushed Alice's willing white thighs
farther apart than before. Then he slithered nakedly in between
them, his knees pressed her slender ankles apart and his handsome
face but a few inches above the hair-curled "vee" of her openly
glistening cunt.
Jesus! He'd never seen anything as lovely as this
surprisingly sexy English teacher. His mouth watered as his eyes
gaped down at her wetly welcoming pussy rotating sensuously,
expectantly, only inches from his drooling lips.
Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her womanly
juices that were already secreting warmly from the wet pink slit
of her cunt and trailing down between her widespread white thighs.
Alice wanted everything to be perfect for her Martin. She
could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands clapped against
the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart,
and suddenly she wanted to be even more open, more vulnerable for
him. Her most inner secrets must be completely open and available
to his every wish. Oh, Martin ... Martin, you've come back to me
... you've come back to me. Then suddenly, she watched as his
beautiful face lowered slowly ... second by agonizing second
coming closer and closer to the very center of her passion.
"Oh yesssssss ..." she hissed from between clenched teeth as
she felt his hot, moist lips close over her openly splayed vagina.
And Alice's vision blurred as her lover planted hot, wet, tingling
kisses on her lust-fired pussy flesh, his tongue slashing insanely
at the tiny quivering opening.
Alice's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing
breasts and slid slowly along her smooth, flat stomach, coming to
rest on either side of his lewdly bobbing head. Her fingers
stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her own
inner thighs. Then, slowly, with her own fingers, she spread open
the fleshy pillows of her young cuntal mouth to allow his hungry
mouth complete access to her yearning inner cunt.
Every muscle in the drugged teacher's body seemed to react to
the heavenly pleasurable licking of her aching vaginal slit, while
uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her parted lips.
"Thank God, you've come back to me ... oh Martin ... Martin
... don't stop. Oh my own wonderful lover. I've waited so long
for you to come back to me ... go on ... go on ... yes ... this is
what I've wanted ... wanted for so long ... yes ..."
Nothing else mattered ... Insane electric-like jolts were
setting her whole body aglow with needle-like prickles of carnal
enchantment. Suddenly Ed's tongue probed deeply into her open
vagina and Alice gasped out louder, moaning and twitching beneath
him on the studio couch. He sensed the movements of her beautiful
head tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once
more, its smoothly flicking tip circling her quivering little
clitoris. Then he sucked the warm, soft folds of her inner pussy
lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his mouth, while his tongue
continued its moral-shattering lashes against the tiny nerve
plexus between her thrashing legs.
Alice groaned unashamedly from deep in her throat as the hot
probing tip of Ed's tongue worked its way obscenely up and down
the length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, starting with the tiny
pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris and pressuring his way down
over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into
the crevice of her flexing buttocks, and then up again. Her hips
ground wildly down into the sofa, while soft mewling sounds of
animal pleasure escaped pitifully from between her passion-
clenched teeth. She groaned throatily, sounds that were
originating deep in her chest, while the lewdly searching tip of
his tongue wriggled in and out of her hotly clasping vagina. She
felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were
splayed out luridly wide on either side of his head, then raise
and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her
heaving breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her desire-
wracked loins to his eager mouth.
Then the gasping twenty-three year old's hands were tangled
in his hair, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating
opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue deep into the soft-rimmed
flesh, flicking teasingly for a moment, then withdrawing to taunt
the fluted pink edges and force soft little half-screams from her
desire-contorted lips. Her soft warm thighs closed convulsively
around his moving head, and he could feel the wet velvety flesh of
her vaginal passage slip moistly around his extended tongue and
begin opening and closing in a lewd sucking motion of its own,
attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper up inside.
Ed could hardly believe what was happening. Little Alice
Appleton, stuck-up bitch that she was most of the time, had
obviously gone over the deep end! In his most warped sexual
dreams, the incredulous chemistry teacher could never have
imagined the chemistry of Scotsdale School's frigid English
teacher! It was incredible the way she was giving herself to him.
Every chick had some hidden sex streak inside somewhere, but this
was fucking unbelievable. Alice was out of her mind with sexual
lust and she was driving him even further out of his.
Ed worked with a frenzy, feeling her soft wet pussy curls
brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks as Alice strained her
loins up against him, her body completely lost in the fire of the
moment. Every muscle she had was tensed as she strained toward
the slippery probing between her parted legs. She had never
dreamed that Martin could wring such pleasure from her body ... it
had been so long, so very long since she had been touched. Her
deep love for her fiance drove her wilder than ever as her updrawn
legs and thighs opened and closed in convulsive response to his
lewdly driving tongue.
"Oooohhuuuu!" she moaned softly. "Don't stop. Don't ever
stop. Oh God, lick it there ... lick it harder. Faster!" And
then there came a rushing of lust in her ears as Ed answered her
urgent requests. And then the ceiling seemed to cave in as with a
great resounding crash she gave herself up to the sweet
intolerable delight of this tongue-fuck, wanting it to go on
forever and forever! It endured for a long, long while, and
sensuously, Alice writhed and twisted, her face a mask of
unbearable ecstasy as her desire-tormented limbs went though the
intense spasms of climax and her own hands pulled the man's head
deeper into her receptively spread pussy flesh.
And then when it was over and she lay gasping for air and
slowly recovering, she opened her eyes and saw Ed Boyse's lewdly
kneeling form before her. The lascivious way in which the
chemistry teacher was regarding her helplessly exposed flesh made
a shiver of fear run through her naked body, and she wondered,
what am I doing. I'm nothing but a slut ... a whore, letting him
do these things to me. Wanting him to do them! But ... but I
can't help it ... I just can't seem to help it!
"Ed ..." she squeaked, finally jolted out of her drug-induced
reverie.
Alice's breath caught in her throat now as her fellow
teacher, a man to whom she had spoken only a few brief words--a
man to whom she had felt a revulsion beyond that which she had
felt for most men since Martin--this same man began to massage and
knead, to stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts,
pinching at the tiny hard tips of them and causing new and rousing
sensations of desire to jolt excitedly throughout her entire
system. With a shudder, Alice could only close her eyes again and
hope that it would all be over shortly ... that this lust she felt
would soon know its course, for it was beginning again as strong
and compulsive as it had been before, despite her recent orgasm.
Ed Boyse could barely contain the excitement that he felt at
the realization that within moments he was going to be fucking
prissy Miss Alice Appleton's little cunt good! He'd give her
something to remember all right! Abruptly he brushed the long
rigid shaft of his penis against her parted thighs, seeing by her
tremor that it seared her hot flesh and prodded her into the
wakeful realization of her wanton carnality. To his amazement,
though, Alice reached her hand down to grasp the throbbing shaft
of his penis, blotting all else from her sex-famished mind. Ed
raised himself up above her on the studio couch, and she clutched
harder at his lust-heavy thickness, her breathing quickening
momentarily at the feel of the hot penis in her hands.
"MY GOD!" she gasped. "Oh!"
"Is it big enough for you, baby?" Ed hissed down at her.
It was big ... bigger than Martin's had been, and Alice
wondered about its size, as appealing as it might seem. It had
been a long while since ... But there was no time for second
thoughts now as Ed bent to kiss her lips and she found herself
responding wildly, thrusting her tongue as far back into his mouth
as she could. Then once more she felt the bulbous tip of his
lustfully swollen cock moving up and down, parting her soft
passion-wet pubic hair and nudging between the throbbing lips of
her moistly heated cunt. And all of a sudden the small mouth of
the drugged twenty-three year old's tingling vagina was being
pressed open and the tight elastic entrance put up a near-virginal
resistance as she felt the tip pushing hard into her, making her
suddenly choke with the pain from the hard cruel pressure.
"OOOOH!" she cried trying to resist, even though what she
wanted, what she had to have, was a long thick penis pistoning
relentlessly in and out of her wildly hungering vagina.
A wave of sadistic pleasure washed through Ed at her soulful
protest, and the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher couldn't
conceal a twisted grin of pleasure as he shoved a little harder,
causing Alice to emit another long low groan from deep in her
throat.
"Oh please ... please ..." But Alice didn't know if she was
asking him to please continue or to please stop, and Ed continued
to grin over her, watching the young woman's beautiful face as she
reacted to his thrusting, burrowing penis inching its way deeper
into her tightly contracting cunt.
Alice whimpered pitifully as the blunt tip of Ed's
insistently worming penis thrust harder and harder against the
little hair-surrounded opening between her thighs. Then with a
little rush, the blood-engorged tip slipped inside, just beyond
the sensitive ring, and it spread her open so far that she felt as
though she were going to split wide apart! To ease the pain, she
slithered downward on the sofa, and without warning, Ed thrust
forward again, sending the entire shaft of his heavily throbbing
cock plunging high up into the moistly accepting recesses of
Alice's little-used pussy.
The lewdly skewered teacher's mind reeled as the pressure
spread within her belly and she found herself hopelessly filled,
every inch inside of her unprotected little cunt filled with Ed
Boyse's turgid male hardness!
Ed could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering was
causing him at the slow relentless penetration of her defenseless
pussy, and again and again now he flexed his hips to sink farther
into her stretching vaginal passage until at last he couldn't
stand it any longer. He had to fuck her fast. He had to fuck her
right now!
He thrust forward unmercifully, dropping his full weight upon
the small voluptuous shape spread beneath him on the narrow studio
couch. Beneath his hard chest he could feel her full firm breasts
pressed warmly against him while he thrust his long thick penis
slithering forward into the school teacher's captive vaginal
flesh, moving the soft flesh in rippling waves before it in its
quest for satiation. There was no holding him back now, and soon
Alice lay groaning beneath her wildly aroused school colleague.
The hot pain of his entry still tore fiercely at her loins, yet
his massively throbbing penis presently began to move in and out
of her tingling depths at a steady tempo, causing the drugged
brunette to flex her cuntal muscles tightly together in an
automatic attempt to elicit pleasure from this crazy experience.
Deeper and deeper Ed sunk, fucking in and out between her
legs with an established rhythm that Alice forced herself to
adjust to, the pain receding while those first sensations of
passion returned, coursing through her veins, arousing all the
licentious little chills that began once more to creep along the
base of her spine as she felt the even-measured cadence of Ed
Boyse's urgently plunging penis. As he surged into her she could
actually feel the tickling hairs of his cum-bloated testicles
where they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass-
cheeks. Alice ran her tongue around the parched edges of her
feverish lips, and spontaneously, it seemed, her nakedly
defenseless body began to twitch and respond of its own volition
beneath him. She could hear the small mewling sounds that were
coming from her own constricted throat as they filled the entire
apartment. Her dark curls spread outward, and her head rolled
from side to side on the plaid couch cover in her intense lunges
upward to receive his pleasure-giving penis. The desire-ridden
teacher's shapely hips had begun a slow rotation beneath Ed's
penetrating hardness sunk deep in her soft white belly. And above
her Ed clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt the young
brunette's growing response. Christ, she was sure getting with it
now!
Alice didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement
that saturated her unwittingly drugged body. She was only aware
of the maddening sexual electricity that spread outward from deep
inside her cock-filled womb and moved relentlessly over the raw
nerve-endings of her naked flesh. The aroused young teacher was a
mass of exquisite pleasure between her cream-white thighs as Ed
undulated and rotated her hips with the lewd motions of his
impaling thickness, feeling her hungrily pulsing vagina dilating
and shifting in tempo to his own rhythmic throbs. The delicate
folds of her nibbling pussy seemed to swallow the slippery
glistening length of his masculinity on each slow and tantalizing
upstroke.
Ed let her work and strain against him while he continued to
run his heated fingertips over her trembling nakedness, listening
to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored now with
utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a crazy smile of
sheer pleasure.
She was all gone now, completely lost, and Ed gloated above
her, feeling the usually repressed schoolmarm's naked body
increasing its hungry gyrations beneath his lusting body, grinding
her loins faster and more frenziedly with each passing moment.
The urgency of Alice's thrusts against him were more and more
pronounced as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. Obscene
wet sluicing noises created by the in-and-out motion of his
skewering penis rose to his ears, and it was then that the
chemistry teacher reached back to grasp her slender ankles and
lever her legs brutally up over her shoulders, causing Alice to
cry out in surprise. In spite of her protest, he held her there
securely, making the widespread slit between her well-shaped
thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lustfully driving
penis.
Half-crazy with desire, Ed began long hard strokes into the
dark-haired twenty-three year old's seething vaginal passage. The
wetly quivering inner walls clasped hungrily around his hot fleshy
shaft, slithering up moistly to devour its rigid length to the
hilt. Alice groaned softly in relief at the complete filling of
her wide-stretched passage as Ed began a more powerful deep
thrusting into her. The drugged young woman's head rolled wildly
now and her mouth gaped in abandoned ecstasy as the unbelievable
delight of their lust-driven coupling took hold of her.
Then Alice realized that this was it! This was really it!
Ed's ever-expanding cock drove deeper and faster into her lust-
swollen cuntal passage, hammering away at the tenderness of her
softly giving inner flesh, making her neck tighten, and her lips
quiver as her first total orgasm with a man since Martin swept
undeniably upward from the pit of her belly.
"Ooooooh ... darling, darling ... ooooooo Martin, Martin ...
I'mmmmm ... cumming ... oh yes, do it, do it!" The urgently
whispered words were filled with passion as her hands drew Ed's
driving buttocks closer in a fervent desire to have as much of him
as possible inside her salaciously opening cuntal walls. Alice
chanted her former lover's name almost religiously as the seething
overflow of her cumming wracked every inch of her climaxing body.
Her brain seemed to whirl with the full impact of it, although her
legs were still forced into a painfully contorted position. Yet
the powerful release that continued its work within the desire-
maddened teacher's loins was enough to make her forget everything
... everything but pure sensual pleasure!
Above her she felt her co-worker jerk, tense and curse, and
then hot jets of his milky semen were pouring into her openly
receptive channel. It was a wild, depraved feeling as the
powerful spurts filled her almost to the bursting point, while the
hotly clasping walls of her flowering pussy accepted ... accepted,
accepted.
And through the keyhole, young Bennie Larsen could see it
all, having just changed places with his brother for the sixth or
seventh time since they'd started peeping. For a long moment the
couple on the bed was silent and then Mr. Boyse released his grip
on Alice Appleton's full white thighs. Their teacher's long legs
seemed to collapse limply down onto the couch, her soft, still-
trembling body suddenly drained of all energy.
The stunned and ecstatically satiated brunette lay lewdly
spread-eagled on the bed, as the heavy weight of Mr. Boyse lifted
from her sweat-drenched nakedness.
As Ed raised up, Alice could see his obscenely deflating
penis, and the first waves of shame rolled over her. She turned
her head to the wall as the sated chemistry teacher swung his feet
to the floor and stood up.
"You know what, Alice ...? You're a pretty good fuck!"
This insensitive statement was enough to make her horrid
feelings of self-disgust grow deeper still, and Alice began to sob
quietly on the couch. What on earth had happened? What on earth
had made her do such a thing?
Outside the door, Tim checked his watch. "Precisely one hour
and forty-five minutes. She's about out of it!"
"We'd better scramola!" Bennie replied, and without wasting
another moment, the two scheming teenagers, emotionally and
physically exhausted from their own self-induced pleasure outside
their teacher's door, hurried down the hall.
Chapter 13
Anxiously, the Larsen twins looked at the clock. It was
early morning--8:45 am to be exact, and according to their
calculations their English teacher, Miss Appleton, should have
experienced recurrent flashes of the formula they'd given her in a
carefully dosed glazed apple. If all went well, Miss Appleton
ought to be appearing for her class and then just after the class
was over, the formula would reactivate within the pretty
brunette's system.
Tim and Bennie waited in the classroom. They were early and
very nervous. Unable to return to the faculty wing of the private
school after having left, they had no idea how things had gone
after the licentious scene they'd witnessed between Miss Appleton
and Mr. Boyse, the chemistry teacher. Hopefully, now they would
be able to find out if Miss Appleton was feeling well enough to
come to her first class of the day.
Further down the hall, Alice Appleton was making her way to
the classroom. It wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done,
attending this class as though everything were perfectly all
right. In fact, Alice felt perhaps it was the most difficult
thing she'd ever accomplished in her life. Still stunned from her
lewd experiences of the night before, Alice was unsteady on her
feet. The memory. The dreadful shameful memory of what happened
with Ed Boyse struck terror in her heart, and yet Alice felt it
was therefore all the more important that she not cancel her
English class this morning, that she continue her life as normally
as possible under the circumstances, and most of all that she not
let her students down.
What had happened to her after her special tutoring session
with the Larsen twins was a mystery, and one which she could only
hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she
would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Alice
knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her
natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown
accustomed to that ... or had she? A shiver of horror ran through
the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the night--
long after Boyse had left--and feeling still sore down there from
what he had done, yet having to use only the utmost willpower not
to go out looking for him ... or anyone else who could soothe her
still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the
night ... how was a vague memory which Alice endeavored to keep
that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping
and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying
to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed
mind.
"Good morning, Miss Appleton!"
Alice jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty,
and now she was forced to face the twins. But how could she even
look the darling boys in the eye? There was no question about it.
She had to. It was her duty as a teacher.
"Good morning, boys," she replied weakly, sitting down behind
her desk as rapidly as possible.
"Are you feeling any better, Miss Appleton?" Bennie asked,
carefully inspecting Alice's drawn features from his vantage point
in the first row of seats.
"Better? Oh yes ... thank you ... a bit ... but I think I
must have a touch of flu, boys. You mustn't come too close or you
might catch it."
"We've had our flu shots, Miss Appleton," Tim replied. But
the boys remained in their seats in any case, all through the long
period which proved to be one of the most difficult lessons that
Alice Appleton had ever given. Several zeros were placed on boys'
records when they did not know the answer to a particular question
or when they could not adequately complete a sentence. It was
torture for the pupils in the class and everyone wondered what had
happened to turn Miss Appleton into such a horror. Everyone knew
that she was strict, yes, but no one had ever seen her like this.
In the rear of the class 'Bull' Johnson groaned a loud noise
of relief when the final bell rang. He'd already gotten two
zeros, and knew that if the class continued much longer he was on
his way to a third. His father, a wealthy industrialist in nearby
Sacramento, would kill him if he flunked English again.
Bennie and Tim could see that Miss Appleton was perspiring
heavily even though it was not at all warm in the classroom.
The twins lingered after the others had gone, and then
flanked their languishing teacher as she prepared to leave the
room.
"I ... I think I must go down to the cafeteria, boys, for
some fruit juice ..." Alice stammered. Her tongue felt thick and
the cafeteria was the closest place to get something fast.
"We'll go with you, Miss Appleton!" the boys volunteered, and
Alice let them help support her downstairs where they sat her at a
far table in the empty room and rushed to get her some fruit
juice. Gratefully the disturbed young woman drank the pineapple
juice they brought her, and then she knew that it was happening
again, knew by the trembling of her inner thighs where they lay
sleekly together beneath her knee-length skirt. Then deep in the
pliant warmth of her hidden pussy, the molten desire simmered to
the boiling point.
"Oh!" she gasped, her normally pale features turning crimson
with the recognition of what was going to happen and within
moments! "I've got to leave boys ... got to get back to my
apartment!" But both Alice and the boys knew that the drugged
twenty-three year old would never have time to make it to her
apartment. Nevertheless it had to be attempted. The trio left
the empty cafeteria and headed for the stairwell. There they
could hear footsteps of scores of pupils coming down beading for
the early lunch period. Tim tugged at his teacher's hand and
Bennie encouraged the dazed young woman to follow as they ducked
beneath the stairs where no one could see them and they could see
no one. The space was large enough for them to stand up and the
thunderous sound of footsteps and shouting boys echoed around
their heads.
Alice was aware of the two boys crowding close to her, of
their lithe young forms pressing warmly against her as she backed
against the cool wall for support.
"Oh God," she gasped, "oh!" For she had just realized what
she wanted to have happen. And yet it went against every moral
principle that the normally prim twenty-three year old had.
Her face glistening with nervous perspiration, Alice
struggled valiantly against the forces of depravity within her.
Then it happened. The nightmare began. The boys were whispering
kind remarks to her, asking her what was wrong, telling her to
relax, feeling her forehead, holding her hands. And then Bennie's
fingers slipped down from her face to her neck and then to her
shoulder. Through the wool of her sweater he tenderly squeezed
her breast, creating such a wealth of lurid excitation within the
older brunette's drug-sensitized system that she had to moan out
loud, letting her arms hang limply without protest to her sides.
She could feel Tim's hands too now on her other breast and the
boys were talking to her, their breathing coming deeper, almost as
deep as hers. And to her utter consternation, she did nothing at
all to stop them.
"Does it hurt here, Miss Appleton?"
"Does it feel better when I do this, Miss Appleton?"
"Ooooh, ohooohhhhh!" Alice felt hypnotized into mobility as
the sensuous touching continued and she sensed that it was too
late to stop the impetus of her own excitement, too late to
pretend to herself that she did not want these lewd intimate
touches from these teenagers, her innocent young students! It was
lewd and exciting, but so immoral that Alice's contorted face was
the image of torment, alternately mirroring the desire and the
dismay that she felt about what she was allowing, indeed
encouraging to happen!
Then the boys' fingers began to slip back and forth upon her
thinly clad breasts, searching out the lust-swollen tips of her
nipples and squeezing hard, making her want to cry out with
delight. In a few seconds, she told herself she must stop them!
At all costs she must stop them! And yet, as the thundering steps
above them continued, Alice emitted the deep-throated sounds of
rapidly mounting pleasure that betrayed her uncontrollable
passion.
Sensing this, Tim unbuttoned the top buttons of his teacher's
sweater, and without difficulty, both he and Bennie let their
small agile fingers insinuate themselves under Miss Appleton's
lacy brassiere to cup the soft resiliency of the drugged young
woman's naked flesh. Hopelessly aroused by the drug they'd fed
her yesterday, Alice could not resist.
"Yyyyyesssss!" she hissed, in spite of herself. "Ooooh
yessss!"
Then suddenly she squirmed back hard against the wall. The
swiftly moving little fingers had now surged lower, dropping to
the hem of her skirt, and inching tantalizingly up her stockinged
leg toward the curvaceous fullness of her thigh, one hand at each
leg until they reached the naked spot of flesh where her stockings
ended and were held by the snaps of her white lace garter belt.
Momentarily Alice froze at the contact of their fingers, crawling
insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Looking down she could see
but the tops of their blond heads, for they were watching the
progress of their own fingers upon her helplessly displayed
thighs. Oh God, oh God, what were they doing to her?
Once more her conscience came back to haunt her and to
struggle with what the drug within her told her she must allow.
She had to act! Had to stop this terrible sensation of excited
helplessness!
But her persistent students had no intention of stopping now,
even though Alice's hands moved down feebly to protest, grabbing
at their wrists in a futile attempt to keep them from going any
farther. The distressed teacher tried desperately to hold their
hands away from her, but they moved with force, pushing
relentlessly upward past her hand and beginning to knead at the
softness of Miss Appleton's belly under the silky material of her
panties. Then to Alice's great alarm she could feel them teasing
at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her fluttering
abdomen, their fingers rotating steadily and maddeningly against
the mound of her panty-hidden pussy, while she cooed softly,
"Ohhhhh nonononononono!"
Desperately, Alice pressed backward into the wall of the
stairwell behind her, pressing her legs together in an effort to
prevent the lewdly worming fingers from reaching the sanctuary of
her most private flesh. Yet the dark-haired twenty-three year old
realized dimly that although she was trying to escape the twins
she was also at the same time rubbing her thighs excitingly
against the secret area of her own deeply troubled and quivering
vaginal slit. With the most acute embarrassment, Alice could feel
herself growing more and more moist between her quivering thighs,
and she pressed harder and harder to feel the wild forbidden
pleasure burning there.
Then as the ardently preoccupied twins' fingers worked more
and more insistently at her panty-protected pussy, indecision
arose again within the captive teacher, and the pleasure she was
receiving gained the upper hand and enabled the drug to do its
insidious work. Suddenly it felt wickedly good to abandon herself
to the dangerous pleasure, and Alice closed her eyes tight for a
long moment, letting the rolling sensations of delight course
through her trembling body. So long as this was all that
happened, what was the harm? She had to know this divine
excitation that the boys were giving her, no matter what!
But suddenly Alice gasped in surprise. Above them the
thundering noises of students going to the cafeteria had died
down, and in the distance their combined voices could be heard
coming from the rows of tables within the large dining room.
Bennie had moved so gradually to her side that she hadn't noticed,
and his hand was moving up to the soft cushiony surface of her
panty-covered ass-cheeks, and he was searching fervently for the
crevice between her buttocks, while in front of her Tim was making
steady headway as his fingers pressed down, down, moving hers away
so that he could penetrate the thin elastic waistband of her
panties.
Then it happened. Bennie's fingers probed lower in unison
with Tim's, the one behind her the other in front, and as Tim's
fingers penetrated the slippery wetness of her lewdly exposed
pussy, within the narrow confines of her flimsy panties, Bennie's
slipped up under the legband and found with unerring direction the
seeping wet warmth of her pulsating pussy. A wave of shame passed
over Miss Appleton at the sudden gush of indecent pleasure that
overcame all desires she might have had to resist the thirteen
year old boys. Her moistly pulsating pussy was penetrated,
covered from all directions, and she had never ever felt anything
so wonderful in her life.
Oh God what can I do? she cried. This was pure sex, pure
lust on her part, and she was warping her prized pupils, what
would ever become of them now?
Alice bit down hard on her full lower lip. She could feel
their wonderful squirming, worming fingers, moving delicately,
upward, and back and forth, sliding and flicking, teasing and
toying, driving her wild with joy! She was growing more and more
troubled, more and more abandoned, and was no longer able to help
herself. "Yessss ..." she breathed. "Like that ... lieeeke ...
thaaaat ... oaaahhhh ah ah ah ah!"
Down below, Bennie's slender middle finger was worming upward
within her passion-soaked cunt, beneath the elastic legband and up
into the tightly clasping vaginal passage of his English teacher,
feeling the smooth moist walls of her flowering pussy! From time
to time his twin brother's fingers would meet his as Tim played
with the swollen little bud of Alice's desire-tormented clitoris
and then moved downward against the pliancy of the inner lips to
the well-spread finger-penetrated orifice of the keening
brunette's softly yielding cunt.
Alice's whole body quivered as her impaled vagina felt the
invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its
tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hair-trimmed
pussy cover the palm of Tim's obscenely searching hand. All the
fingers moved upon her intimate flesh as she writhed downward to
meet them now, almost out of her mind with bliss, as the three of
them crouched there beneath the school stairs. Alice didn't think
that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of
her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire
that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked.
Something had to give!
"Shall we do it to her now?" Bennie whispered to his brother.
"I want to ... bad!"
Tim looked down at his watch without ceasing his deft
manipulations beneath Alice's skirt. "No ... we can't ... she'll
be out of it in a few moments. Finish it up ... finish it up!"
But the boys had little to do other than what they'd already
accomplished in the searing hot pit of their teacher's desire-
tormented pussy. While they worked feverishly within the
temptingly spread area of their victim's loins, they felt the
lithe young brunette's entire body tense, the tendons of her limbs
taut as her head snapped back, hitting hard against the wall
behind her, and high up inside her streaming pussy, the already
open walls widened, sucking voraciously at Bennie's finger as he
wormed and pressed ever upward, ever round and round, while Tim's
slippery fingers rubbed more and more persistently at her
quivering little clitoris that jerked and trembled with the onrush
of completion.
"MMMmmmmmmm!" Miss Appleton moaned, and then whined pitifully
as she began to tremble and then to melt against him, her entire
body slacking toward their boldly penetrating fingers.
"Aaaaaa!" she sighed, as though she were a recently punctured
balloon. "Cumming! Cumming! Yesssss!"
It was good, so very good that Alice felt herself lifted to
some heavenly orgasmic height, a place she had never visited
before, but which she knew she would like to return to again and
again.
"Oh boys ... boyssss ...!" she gasped, still quivering, a
helpless butterfly palpitating against them. "OOOh boys! Thank
you ... thank you ...!"
Slowly the moistly churning fingers were removed. Slowly and
reluctantly the boys stood back from Alice Appleton. She seemed
stunned, still leaning against the wall, her passion rapidly
receding. Her closed eyelids fluttered open after a long moment
of silence.
"What ... what?" she stammered.
"Are you feeling better, Miss Appleton?" Tim asked.
Tears welled into Alice's eyes. She knew full well what had
happened, full well what she had allowed, and worse, how it had
been ... how absolutely divine it had been!
"Oh!" she cried as the tears streamed forth. And then she
was running past them, her heels clattering as she reached the
front of the steps and began clambering upward. The flushed
teenagers stood and listened until she was out of ear-range.
Chapter 14
Miss Appleton was not seen for several days and the
substitute teacher was not nearly as pretty as she. Tim and
Bennie began to grow restless. Perhaps something had gone wrong
with the formula. Perhaps Miss Appleton was seriously ill. They
knew that she would have had no recurrent action from the formula,
not after the last one, the drug working itself away after a
period of roughly twenty-four hours.
It was difficult to decide what to do, and the boys finally
asked Mr. Boyse after chemistry class if he had spoken with the
pretty English teacher.
"Miss Appleton? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty
soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had
visited Alice earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she
would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall
weather held. Ed Boyse refrained from telling the boys that Alice
had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to
loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness"
of the other day.
"Thanks, Mr. Boyse. You know things just don't seem the same
without Miss Appleton."
"You're right about that, she certainly does add something by
her presence among us." And I'd sure like to get a taste of that
tight little ass of hers again too, he thought to himself, trying
to figure out just how he could arrange it. Her illness indeed!
he chortled to himself as he returned to the classroom to put away
the experiment he'd been showing his class that day.
Tim and Bennie returned to their shared dorm room. That
morning they would join the other boys outdoors for the picnic.
Already as they lay resting upon their beds, the twins could hear
the excited sounds of the other boys as they got ready to go
outside. But other things were on their minds as they wondered
whether or not Miss Appleton would appear.
As the time drew near, Tim started changing into his jeans
and sneakers and sweatshirt, and Bennie followed suit. "We'd
better take a dose of the formula along just in case," Tim
muttered, while he tied the last knot of his sneaker.
"Yes ... Alice may need a little of the hair of the dog!"
* * *
The California weather was splendid and some 350 boys spread
over the hillside behind the private school, yelling and shouting
and laughing at their freedom from the comparatively dreary walls
of the classrooms and dorms. All the boys had a gym class every
day, and some of the seniors got to have special sports
privileges. There was a school football team and in spring a
baseball team, badminton, tennis and field hockey as well as
volley ball were practiced. Now at various spots some of these
sports could be seen taking place, and later on there would be
relay races and the broad jump and running jump competitions. The
picnic lunch, provided by the school kitchen, would be brought out
after the heat of the games, and consumed at long wooden tables
set up for that purpose down by the little creek that bordered the
vast school property.
Tim and Bennie wandered despondently from game to game,
greeting the boys with whom they were friendly, and being greeted
by their teachers, all of whom admired the twin honor students.
Mr. Boyse was in charge of organizing the three-legged race, and
the twins wandered past him without speaking. They felt slightly
resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to
their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they
might never get another chance to complete their 'study'.
Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent
thirteen year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging
their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of
students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field.
Automatically the twins jumped to their feet, as they watched the
somberly attired Miss Appleton making her way through the
cavorting students. They saw her avoid Mr. Boyse by several feet
and continue walking toward the tennis lawn. The English teacher
had been posted as one of the judges, and she had already missed
one of the games, so she hurried along in her sensible brown
loafers.
Even from where they sat the thirteen year olds could see
that Alice Appleton was not herself. Instinctively Tim felt in
his pocket for the small vial of formula he and his brother had
prepared. Somehow that day the boys knew that they would find a
way to administer it to their favorite teacher and subject. If
they were successful this time it would be the last time, for they
were uncertain of the long range effects of the formula on humans.
Their guinea pigs were still thriving, but who knew what might
happen with a real live human being, such as Miss Appleton?
* * *
Alice Appleton smiled wanly as she left the judge's stand.
The picnic lunch was coming up, and Alice was glad. She hadn't
been eating very well at all during the days of her illness. But
now for the first time she was hungry and looking forward to
eating something. She had been examined by the school doctor who
had told her in essence that California was very hard hit at the
moment by the London flu, and that it took various forms and
sometimes lasted for a period of two weeks. He recommended
complete bed rest, and aspirin, since antibiotics were not
effective against the flu.
By the time the doctor had left her, Alice was almost
convinced that it was the flu ... the flu, of course, combined
with her odd mental state. Somehow the combination must have had
disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one
good thing, if it could be called that. At least Alice had
finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would
have to be done so that she never ever had another of those
terrible 'lapses'! She had done a lot of reading while confined
to her apartment, most of it in the field of psychiatry and
psychoanalysis. She'd read countless case histories, and in one
case, somewhat similar to her own, the patient had been restored
to full health by a lasting and permanent relationship with a new
man.
For the first time Alice admitted to herself that she did not
want to find someone, and that the only way that would happen
would be through a defrosting of her attitude toward everyone she
met!
The primary thing that concerned Miss Appleton however was
the effect her erotic spell that day under the stairs might have
had upon Tim and Bennie Larsen. And it was out of concern for
them, that she made a specific effort to maintain her sanity and
her self-assurance. No matter what happened, she must talk to the
boys and try her best to negate the shameful actions that had
taken place outside the school cafeteria! And if she felt that
the boys needed some kind of special psychiatric treatment because
of her, Miss Appleton was prepared to sacrifice her career to make
sure that their lives weren't permanently ruined.
Therefore, it was with a great sense of anticipation that
Alice went to the picnic ground, for she hoped to run into Tim and
Bennie there.
She was not disappointed, for midway between her first and
second bite of a double cheeseburger, the blond twins rushed up to
her with effusive greetings.
"I'm glad to see you too, boys ..." Alice admitted, although
she did not add that she had felt a disturbing sensation within
the first sight of the attractive young teenagers. "I must talk
with you, boys! I'm sure you must want to talk with me too!" she
added.
"We sure do!" Tim declared, and he and Bennie stared at
Alice's face with such open and unabashed admiration, that the
dark-haired teacher had to blush and turn her eyes away.
"There ... there must be someplace quiet where we can go,"
she said softly. Why did she feel so much confusion, when she'd
already thought this out so carefully in her mind? Something
about the mere presence of the slender adolescents was disturbing.
"We know a place!"
The principal of the school, Mr. Armstrong, was addressing a
group of seniors when Miss Appleton and her two prize pupils
strolled by. Brad Armstrong watched their progress without
seeming to take his mind off what he was saying to the students.
Qualities like these had helped put him in his present position of
authority.
Brad was happy to see Miss Appleton up and about again, and
once more he congratulated himself on having hired the good-
looking English teacher. It was hopeless, of course, to think
that anything could ever happen between Alice Appleton and
himself. Then on the other hand, he had felt the same way some
years before about his faithful secretary Miss Worthington. She
had certainly come around, even if it had taken six years to melt
down her initial reserve.
There was always hope, Mr. Armstrong decided as Alice's
shapely figure disappeared down the sloping grassy hill. The main
element was time, he reminded himself, time and his own persuasive
personality. These were two things in which the older man had the
utmost confidence.
"And so as I was saying young men. It's faith in yourself
that will carry you ahead in this world. Yes ... it will take you
wherever you want to go!"
But many members of the group of six boys had also noticed
Miss Appleton walking by. Most of them had had her in their
earlier English classes, and many of them talked about her
whenever the opportunity arose. It wasn't difficult pretending
they were hanging on Mr. Armstrong's every word while watching the
provocative sway of the pretty twenty-three year old instructor's
hips as she moved past and away from the group.
When finally the principal's attention had been diverted, and
he wandered away, Jack 'Champ' Ribozo grinned lewdly at the
others, "Did I ever tell you about the time Miss Appleton came on
to me?"
"Naw ... aw ... go on, Champ ... What a loud mouth!"
"A lot of hot air!"
"Go on ... tell us about it!"
The boys gathered around. Slim and Teddy and Jerry, freckle-
faced Tom and Mel. Even though they knew Champ was lying, they
all wanted to hear a good story about Miss Appleton. It wouldn't
be the first one he'd told, and many of them had enjoyed
themselves much later far into the night in their own beds,
remembering and pretending that it had happened to them.
"She comes up to me, see ..." Champ was bigger and stronger
than the others, in fact, no one would have taken him for just a
high school senior because of his height and muscular build. Yet
Champ was only eighteen and although not a sterling student, a
fine athlete who had helped the football team immensely.
"Where?" Slim asked, a classic expression of disbelief on his
face.
"After class one day ... this was last year, you know. And
she says to me, you know in that sweet voice of hers. 'Jack ...?
Would you mind staying a bit after class? I have some things I'd
like you to help me with'."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah ... that's what she said. But I could tell right off
just by the look in her eye ... that she didn't have just any old
thing on her mind ... if you know what I mean!"
"So what happened? Get on with it, Champ!"
"So she's got me carting these book boxes, right? Putting
them in the closet. And then when I'm straightening up after the
last one and we're in the big closet, she comes up to me and
starts running her hands over my muscles and saying things like
how strong I am and all that shit! And then she starts rubbing on
my cock ... and man I've got a raging hard-on you can't believe!"
"Wow!"
Champ was warming to his story. He knew he had his audience
right where he wanted them, and the attention fed his enormous ego
to perfection. The red-headed boy took a deep breath and
continued, squatting on his haunches in the middle of a circle of
fascinated teenagers.
"Well, first thing I know she takes it out ... zip ... pop!
Just like that!"
"Far out!"
"You bet it was! And then she's looking at it like she's
never seen one before, and she's holdin' it and touchin' it like
she's seen plenty! Before I could say a word she'd down on her
knees poppin' it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop!"
"Wow ... Miss Appleton gave you head!"
"Shit, I wish she'd blow me!"
"Man, she was puffing and blowing and she just wouldn't quit.
I'm holding onto the closet door for dear life, and feeling like
the top of my head's gonna go any minute!"
"Did you cum? Did you cream in her mouth?"
"What happened next?"
"Did I cum! Well, she kept making all these little cooing
noises and her tongue was all slippery and her mouth was wide and
wet and DID I CUM?! She had it drooling out of both sides of her
mouth, and she was gulping and swallowing like she couldn't get
enough of it, and at the end I had to push her head away ... you
know ... like it was getting too much!"
The circle of boys was quiet now, all of them breathing
heavily as they waited for some kind of punch line.
"What'd she do then?"
"Well, this is the part you've got to hear. She says to me,
still on her knees ... looking up at me with those big blue eyes
... she says, 'Oh Jack, how I'd like to have it inside me'!"
"Did ya do it?"
"Naw ... just then somebody comes into the room and we have
to act like nothing was happening. I didn't get inside her till
later one ..."
"Tell about it!"
Champ appeared to be thinking, trying to come up with an even
more salacious fib, when he spotted Tim and Bennie Larsen, clad in
their identical blue T-shirts and genuinely faded jeans and
sneakers. The boys were hurrying toward the refreshment stand it
seemed, and Champ suddenly got an idea.
"Say ... I'll bet she was down there fooling around with
those creepy twins!"
"Aw come on, Champ, you got to be kidding!"
But Champ thought it might be fun anyway to go find Miss
Appleton, especially after all the things he'd said about her.
He'd just chat a little bit in front of the other boys, and then
afterward, he'd turn anything she might have said into something
dirty. Rubbing his large ham-like hand over the prominent bulge
in his pants, Champ led the way down the hillside toward the
thicket he'd seen Miss Appleton and the twins go to.
Chapter 15
Alice lay sprawled on the soft grass, anxiously waiting the
return of the twins. She'd sent them off to get a cold drink for
her in hopes that the spell she felt coming on would have passed
by their return, but now Alice knew that she wanted them to return
for another reason, to assuage the yearning she felt, that
insistent desire that erased all other considerations from her
mind with its pulsing madness!
In her mouth, the drugged young teacher could still taste the
raspberry flavored jelly that the boys had given her in a
sandwich, and for some odd reason this taste seemed to add to her
licentious state of mind. It was also reminiscent of something
else, but Alice couldn't think of what. She couldn't think of
anything, in fact, but the burning, tingling torment down between
her legs. Fortunately she was in a secluded spot, and while she
still had a measure of self-preservation in her, Alice rolled
still further into the bushes, carrying with her a discarded
tennis racket that she'd been carrying, hoping to give it to the
rightful owner.
Now, however, Alice had other plans for the tennis racket,
and as she felt its thick handle in her perspiring palm the
tormented woman knew for certain just what they were.
Scrambling out of her panties took a split second, and with a
moan of terror combined with longing, Alice spread the cream-white
nakedness of her thighs as her stockings dropped limply down to
her calves, unhinged from their garter snaps. Holding the
unwieldy racket in both hands, Alice bared the dark curl of her
quivering cunt, revealing the glistening inner coral of her tender
pussy lips. Within those tight petal-like lips an inferno was
raging, and with a little groan of self-pity, Alice lowered the
oddly shaped pole between her lewdly widespread legs until it
reached the desire-drenched entrance to her aching pussy.
It felt cold and hard, and yet Alice had to try to get it
inside her ... somehow or other she would get the surcease she
needed from this obscene instrument, and perhaps it would be over
and she would be fine by the time the thirteen year old twins
returned.
The leather grip covering on the handle made little headway
within the passion-drenched opening of Alice's widespread pussy,
and yet, with determination and more muscle than she thought she
had, the drugged teacher was able to insert the oddly shaped
handle just a fraction of an inch up into the wide-stretched
orifice of her hair-fringed vaginal passage.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she crooned, "Uuuuuuuuuugggghhhh!"
Miss Appleton's whereabouts would have gone completely
undetected by the searching seniors had they not heard the rising
tones of the wildly thrashing brunette's lust. It was Champ who
first heard them. They were passing right by the little clump of
bushes. And then the others heard them too, and within moments
they had moved into the brush to investigate the strange sounds.
Alice opened her eyes wide as she heard the noises. She
hoped it was only her imagination, for the obscenely inserted
tennis racket handle was twisting and turning within the heated
confines of her fully presented pussy, bringing her to the wild
climax that she needed in order to survive at all!
"Christ, will you get a load of that!" It was Slim speaking,
for the others--even Champ--were absolutely speechless in front of
the most licentious display any of them had ever seen or dreamed
of!
Champ was the first to recover his voice, however, as his
eyes met the terrified eyes of his old English teacher, Miss
Appleton, as she lay half-naked in the bushes with the tennis
racket shoved up between her legs. Nothing he could have invented
about her would have matched this moment for pure obscenity, and
yet, to the tall overgrown senior, it seemed suddenly that every
lie he'd ever told about Miss Appleton had been true. That she
had indeed propositioned him, that she was in truth a hot nympho
who would do it with anybody who came along ... especially him!
His thick lips parted and Champ smiled, a cocky self-assured
expression set itself on his irregular features and he spoke.
"Hey, Miss Appleton ... all you had to do was tell me ... if its
screwing you want ... I'd be happy to oblige! Me ... and maybe
some of the other boys, too!"
He might just as well have struck the mortified young
teacher. The impact would have been no greater. As Champ came
down over her, she raised her hands between them, planting them
against his broad chest as if to hold him away. But he grabbed
hold of the tennis racket, and began to thrust it deeper inside
her than she herself had gone. With a cry of alarm, Alice stared
at the big boy with horror while the delicious sensations
continued to torment her entire being.
None of the circle of boys even saw Tim and Bennie as they
came running up behind them, and throughout the entire
unprecedented event no one ever noticed that the twins were
standing on the borderline, observing everything.
"I told you we never should have left her!" Tim cried. "You
could have gone and I could have stayed here!"
"And let you get in on everything first? Just because you
were born first doesn't mean you have to get everything first!"
"What difference does it make now?" Tim replied angrily.
They'd done it ... fluffed their big chance again, and now they
dared not get involved with what was about to happen. The best
they could do was to hang around to make sure that nobody got
caught. The best they could do was to hope that they would have
better luck next time!
"Dear God, no, no, no!" Alice was crying, but she watched in
an unwanted, suddenly inflamed, half-stupor while the others moved
closer, encircling her and Champ. To her dismay they were at
Champ's suggestion unbuckling their belts, letting down their
trousers, exposing their lust-hardened shafts of varying sizes
wherever she turned. They were jutting out from the boys'
youthful loins, pointing at her almost accusingly, rigidly ready
and poised to punish her for what they had found her doing in the
bushes!
"It can't be! It just can't be happening!" Alice whined,
shaking her dark curls in utter disbelief as the burly senior rose
before her, pulling with him the offending tennis racket, making
her feel the harsh scraping of its exit from her delicate vaginal
interior. But she saw that he too was unfastening his pants to
let them slip to the ground, baring his thick projecting rod of
flesh to her horrified eyes.
"No ... you're mistaken ... No you've got to let me alone.
Boys, please ... please go away!"
A wave of sniggers and chortles came down to her burning ears
as if in answer to her plea, while Alice gaped incredulously at
the grinning young seniors, looking from one face to the other for
some assistance, a spark of pity. But she found none. The boys
had been too well convinced ... first by Champ's made-up stories,
and then by her own lewd circumstances. They stood above her with
legs spread apart, each boy obscenely stroking his individually
lust-hardened penis.
"We got time!" Champ declared, answering his own mute
question. "You want to take your clothes off yourself? Or shall
we help you. A lot of the boys ain't never seen an English
teacher naked, you know! Won't take a second!"
As she read the obvious enjoyment that Champ was deriving
from his brutal words, Alice tried to speak. But she couldn't.
The words seemed to stick in her throat. Still, she raised up to
her knees groggily, looking up at Champ, her tearful eye pleading
for mercy. At the same time, Champ caught hold of her long
unpinned hair, and with a short yank, pulled Alice's face toward
the rubbery wet-tipped end of his penis. Alice cringed back in
pure revulsion, feeling nausea overcoming her.
"Aw come on, Champ ... she's sucked your dick enough ...
let's get her clothes off!" Teddy spoke, and Slim, Jerry, Tom and
Mel agreed.
"But Champ fucks her first!" Champ said with a snarl.
"I want her to suck me off like she done you!" Teddy added.
The boys seemed to derive pleasure from letting their grammar
grow progressively worse, as though this would further humiliate
the captive English teacher.
The ugly words circulating around her suddenly gave Alice the
strength to jump to her feet, her passion-weakened body and
drugged brain reacting in a vain attempt to escape them. She
lunged forward, but they caught her easily, two of them holding
her while Champ's hands pulled at her clothes. "She's already got
her panties off. That's a help. But let's get a look at those
boobs!"
Alice stood helplessly shivering while they stripped her,
their hands pawing obscenely at her breasts, buttocks and loins as
they became completely exposed to the teenager's depraved eyes.
There was nothing that the terrified young teacher could do
against their number and strength. She was completely at their
mercy.
Then they were pushing her backward, and she felt the grass
cold and almost refreshing beneath her naked buttocks. Then she
was flat on her back, and it seemed as though at least four of
them were holding her, but she couldn't be sure. Everything
became a blur and jumble of assorted scents and words and boyish
hands, obscenely touching hands!
The boys bent wild-eyed over her to drink in the beautiful
young woman's cock-rousing nakedness. Many of them had never seen
a naked girl before, and most of them had certainly never touched
one. But this was special. This was no ordinary girl. As Champ
reminded them, "remember who she is. I've been telling you about
her, boys. She loves it. Don't be fooled. Would she have been
out here doing it to herself with a goddamned tennis racket
otherwise? This is Miss Appleton, the English teacher, the one
who gives out all them zeros ... remember?"
Everyone remembered, and a lustful groan of agreement went up
from the naked teenagers.
"Just look at those tits!" someone said.
"Man ... that soft black-haired little cunt ... look at it!"
Momentarily Alice thought she might faint, but she was not to
be so lucky. In spite of all the terror and revulsion at the
horrible way her helplessly defenseless body was exposed to the
lustfully crouching students, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure
still whirled deep down within her quivering belly, and her fully
rounded breasts jiggled sensuously with each jagged breath she
took.
Then through the sea of faces above her, she once more
distinguished the wickedly leering face of Champ Ribozo, and she
knew that within moments she would be his victim.
She shut her eyes tightly while the whirlpools of unwanted
yearning shot through her. Dear God! She had to fight it with
all the strength she had! She couldn't succumb to the awful
betrayal of her body the way she had with the twins ... the way
she had with Ed Boyse! She had to resist them!
But suddenly she felt the thick naked cock touching her
vulnerable pussy split, starting at the top and wriggling
determinedly into the sensitive folds of her outer pussy. Shock
spiraled crazily up Alice's spine to the base of her skull where
it shattered in a cascade of wildly scintillating rockets. Hot
meteors of irresistible desire were raining down over her whole
body as her moistly heated cuntal lips quivered and her shamefully
exposed loins jerked involuntarily upward, wanting this thick
weapon of masculinity to speed deep inside her aching vagina, no
matter who it belonged to!
"See ... see ... how she wants it!" Champ bragged, teasing,
moving his lust-swollen cock in tormenting little motions against
the open crevice of Alice's dark, hair-trimmed pussy.
Alice had never felt so blatantly wanton in her entire life.
The way she had felt before was nothing compared to the way she
felt now! She had come alive spontaneously, and demons seemed to
be dancing wickedly just below the surface of her smooth silk-like
flesh. Her nakedly gyrating ass-cheeks ground desperately down
into the hard grass-covered earth beneath her, as she saw in
blurred outline and felt the fingers moving all over her body,
touching her breasts and hips, and legs moving at her lips and
tongue, along her neck and arms. A low soul-stirring moan came
from the depths of her lungs as she clutched upward, pulling Champ
Ribozo down against her, and grinding her straining, upthrust cunt
onto his worming penis.
GOD WOULD HE NEVER ENTER HER? She had forgotten all her
humiliation, all her fears, any and all obligations she had ever
known. She needed but one thing now and that was this boy's cock!
More than anything, she had to have the full width and depth of it
churning within her tingling, desire-tormented pussy!
Champ grinned down at Miss Appleton as she yanked his head
down to hers, kissing his lips, his nose, his cheeks, while down
below, she guided the thickly engorged head of his long rigid
member straight into the fully spread entrance of her cuntal
sheath.
Champ's powerful young body smashed nakedly down upon her as
Alice Appleton's soft ass-cheeks sank into the earth. The boy
levered up, and rammed the full hardness of his eagerly throbbing
penis as deep as it would lunge into his former teacher's upturned
pussy. He could feel her hot and soft and tightly clasping around
his pulsing hot member as his testicles smacked heavily into the
crevice of her gyrating buttocks. For Alice had convulsively
drawn her legs upward, straining against the young Scotsdale
student, lifting her feet to place them upon his tensed and
massive shoulders.
"Deeper ... deeeeeeeper ..." she moaned softly, "Deeeeeper!"
For deep as Champ Ribozo had sunk into the tight elasticity of her
hungry vagina, it wasn't deep enough! The drugged English teacher
was caught up in an insane vortex of naked raw lust and now,
surrounded by the young boys of the senior class, she could only
realize that one was not enough! She had to have them all before
she would be satisfied!
Madly, wantonly, Alice bucked beneath the boy, waiting for
the pounding of his thrusting hard cock to give her the orgasm she
needed, and then, impossibly, as she clung to him in desperation,
teetering just on the brink of final ecstasy, she abruptly sensed
his plunging rod of boy-flesh stiffen without warning, spewing its
white-hot semen far up into the lustfully milking walls of her
tormented womb.
Alice groaned and gasped out with disappointment. "Too soon
..." she murmured, "... You were tooooo sooooooon!"
Then the bright sunshine was shining down on her again, and
the weight of Champ Ribozo was lifted from her desire-steeped
nakedness. Angrily, she thrashed upon the ground, feeling empty
and lost, wanting, wanting, wanting. Then she felt them crowding
in, leering, gaping at the delicate coral slit nestling in the
softness of her semen-soaked pubic hair, its intimacy flowered
open into full view of all who were there. Someone else was well
positioned between her widespread white thighs. Her ankles were
being held, and now raised, bending her body backward until she
gasped with the stretching pain.
Slim looked down at the first woman he'd ever touched. He
could see Miss Appleton's face contorted in anguish, every muscle
in her nakedly trembling body straining beyond all human
endurance. The flat plane of her luscious hair-covered cunt was
presented to him, as if on a silver platter.
He smiled down at it, listening to the others who were urging
him to hurry, for their turn came next. Then he commenced to
stroke the long shaft of his rigid young penis, aware of the eyes
of the others glued upon him. They were waiting breathlessly for
his contribution to the lewd spectacle, and he was determined not
to disappoint them or himself. His body swayed on his knees as
his sweat-glistening face shone in the brilliant glow of the
California autumn sun. Awkwardly, his pelvis thrust forward.
Then savagely, he lunged forward, not knowing that there were
any tender means of taking a woman, thinking that brutality was
the best. Far more animalistic than his buddy Champ had been, his
slender cock plowed forward into the deep, suffocating folds of
Miss Appleton's tight cuntal passage, pressing great waves of her
pink soft flesh rippling before it, believing that this was what
she wanted and endeavoring to fulfill both her wish and his, not
to mention the wishes of the panting group of students around
them. Beneath his thrust Alice Appleton's body quaked
spasmodically as the full length of yet another thick male cock
plunged headlong into her unresisting belly. Her mind raced.
Here was the length she needed, here it was ... Slim's lips
nibbled and bit at her own, and she felt herself nibbling and
biting back. She thought of him with love now, knowing that he
would bring her to mind-shattering completion, knowing, as the
teenager began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding
his nakedly plunging cock as deep into her open cunt as he could,
that she would soon receive the solace that her helplessly drugged
body so desperately needed.
"Oh yes ... yes ..." the dark-haired English teacher cooed,
and as the wondrous sensations began to swell within her, she
raised her eyes. She could see all the lustfully peering faces
... and in the distance, she thought she could see the twins. She
was proud in some strange way she could not understand. There in
the secluded grove, during the school picnic, she, Alice Appleton
was experiencing the greatest excitement of her life!
Beneath her she felt a fingertip probe roughly at the opening
of her defenseless puckered anus, teasing at it like a wild
tongue. She winced as it paused and then probed again, and
suddenly penetrated her secret nether flesh, worming deeply around
at the tender spongy insides. It felt uncomfortable at first,
inside her back there, and then as it rolled around and around,
enlarging the tiny opening until the palm of the invading hand
could lay flat against her writhing ass-cheeks, Alice began to
like its added sensation.
Mercilessly above her, Slim commenced a racking sawlike
motion in and out of the pretty young teacher's sensitive little
cunt, plunging and withdrawing, slamming and pummeling, while
below the finger sunk deep in her rectum united with the
penetrating cock in a steady rhythmic team, wringing whimpers and
sighs of joy from Alice's throat, making her wiggle and turn
sensuously in cadence with their obscene dual fucking.
The outrageous debasement and subjugation aroused deeply
hidden masochistic delights, causing Alice to tingle with delight
at what was happening to her.
From all around her, hands groped upon her lushly mounded
breasts and stiffened nipples, smoothed at her trembling belly,
and she was loving it ... loving it!
She saw that some of the other boys were masturbating,
beating their hands wildly and rhythmically upon their desire-
swollen penises. Then Teddy was kneeling over her face, and a
pair of obscenely looming buttocks obscured her vision as a large
hot cock was stuffed unceremoniously into her gaping mouth. She
was a helpless, defenseless prisoner who could do nothing
whatsoever to stop the deliciousness rape of her open-splayed
pussy, and her deeply imbedded anus, and her wide open mouth!
Oh DON'T stop ... don't ever stop! she thought.
"JEEZ ... get a load of that ... Everything Champ said about
her was true!"
"I told yuh! I told yuh!" Champ cried.
"What a hot number!"
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Alice now, setting
her raw nerve-tingling body on edge as she listened to the
degrading obscenities pour from their lips. The softly heaving
mounds of the English teacher's breasts quivered voluptuously up
against the pressure of Slim's chest, or was it someone else's
hands. Nothing was clear now, nothing certain, only the tidal
wave that was coming over her like a breathtaking indescribable
elation, roaring through the twenty-three year old's drugged body.
The tightly stretched lips of her writhing cunt worked and
sucked at Slim's hard-driving penis, while her lips and tongue
pulled urgently upon the sliding cock that plugged her mouth with
its lewdly slithering bulk. Powerful lightning-like sensations
jolted her from the tip of her head down to her desperately
flexing and unflexing toes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt hard cocks
being placed in her empty hands, and she jerked and pulled at them
until they began to spew forth their white liquid, letting it fall
and splatter all over her quivering and exposed body. And then
she was cumming too, cumming simultaneously with all the others,
feeling Slim's plunging shaft of hardness expand and pour still
more lust-heated sperm deep up into her quaking womb.
Then another mounted her, and then another. Probably
another, but Alice couldn't tell. It was too good and too crazy.
She was debased as she had never been debased before, and her mind
was a befogged mass of clay.
And then after rising to still another height and plunging
again from its wondrous depths, Alice stirred from the blackness
of unconsciousness.
They were gone. All of them gone! How long it had been over
she could not tell, except that now, the sky was darker than it
had been before, and now she lay fully clothed upon the grass,
even her hair had been pinned up in a make-shift way. Only the
dazed memory and the soreness of her limbs and delicate feminine
flesh attested to what had happened. With infinite care Alice
Appleton rose from the ground and staggered out of the thicket.
What now? she thought. What now?
Chapter 16
"A leave of absence, Miss Appleton?" Brad Armstrong sat
behind his desk, his paunch partially hidden by the papers in
front of him.
"Yes, that's right, Mr. Armstrong. You see ... I ... I
haven't been myself recently. I need time to recover my health so
that I can be a good teacher to the boys and a credit to the
school."
"Well ... I suppose we can arrange it, Miss Appleton." Brad
was thinking. Supposing he told her she'd have to get down on her
hands and knees and suck him off before he'd let her go! That
would be something all right! But while nothing prevented the
middle-aged principal of the Scotsdale School from thinking about
such a thing, he knew that he wouldn't suggest such a thing.
"Yes ... we can certainly arrange it," he added. "May I add
that we will miss you sorely, my dear! You must hurry back to
us!"
Alice was grateful. She stood up. "Oh thank you Mr.
Armstrong. I will ... I certainly will. A month should be
sufficient!"
As she turned to go out the door after shaking the
principal's hand, Alice was confident. She hurried out of the
office, unaware of Brad Armstrong's lascivious stare on her ripely
swaying ass-cheeks and long shapely legs.
She'll go way, get laid by someone and come back feeling a
lot better, he thought to himself as he sat back down at his desk.
"Good day, Miss Worthington!" Alice sang. She was free, free
... and she would recover ... she would!
The principal's secretary bid Miss Appleton a frigid 'good
day' in return, curious and jealous about why the younger woman
was in such good spirits after leaving her boss's office, and
thinking she'd better find out!
"Oh, glad you came in, Emma. I've got a little dictation."
"I thought you might need me, Brad!" Miss Worthington cooed,
sitting down in the dictation chair beside Mr. Armstrong's desk.
"Before we begin, Emma ..."
"Yes, Brad?" Emma looked up hopefully. It had been a long
time ... she was beginning to wonder. Her heart thumped in her
throat as she waited.
A twinkle came into Brad's normally stone serious eyes as his
tone changed completely.
"Come here, gorgeous!" he said, holding his arms open wide.
"Oh Brad!" Miss Worthington flew into the offered embrace.
It was wonderful to love and be loved in secret by the Scotsdale
principal. It made up for all the work she had to do ... for the
low salary, and for the impertinences of the various teachers.
"Go lock the door, Emma. I want to see you ... really see
you!"
"Oh Brad ... yes, yes!" Emma ran to the door, her flesh
thrilling as she thought of how she would be nakedly pressed
against Brad's masculine chest, she would know these delights
which he and only he had brought out in her. Oh they might think
she was a 'professional virgin' all right, but she knew different!
* * *
"Leaving, Miss Appleton?" Tim and Bennie Larsen couldn't
believe their ears. The bitter memory of how the other boys had
taken advantage of the aphrodisiac they'd given to her still
burned in their minds. They recalled all too well the pleasures
the others had reaped from their own dear Miss Appleton, when they
should have been the ones! They had been the ones to go and
carefully dress their unconscious teacher after the others had had
their naked fill of her drug-stimulated body. They'd pinned up
her hair and made her look as respectable as possible under the
circumstances.
But now, they honestly felt the pain of the young teacher's
departure, and tried desperately to think of something they could
do about it.
"It's for you, boys," Alice said earnestly. "I'm leaving so
that I can be in perfect health and return to teaching you the way
I did before!"
"Gee, Miss Appleton," Tim pleaded, thinking quickly, "would
you give us just one more of those special study sessions again
before you leave?"
Alice agreed to show the boys all of her art books on the
night before she was to leave the school. She arranged a special
'stay up' pass for them, and at 7:15 p.m. they were to meet in the
empty study hall.
However, before Alice was ready to leave, at precisely five
minutes after seven, she heard a light tapping at her door.
Opening it, she discovered the two eager thirteen year olds, hair
brushed and faces shining clean, dressed in their best vest
sweaters and shirts, long pants with cuffs and brown oxfords. All
of this constituted a kind of school uniform, but on Tim and
Bennie the familiar outfit looked more special than usual. Alice
was taken aback by their presence, and when she wondered aloud how
they had been able to get into the faculty wing, they told her the
truth. They had shown their special pass, plus the large
important-looking bunch of flowers that they had gone to town that
afternoon to buy for their departing teacher, and the old man on
duty had indulgently let them in.
Alice sat down on the studio couch, somewhat nonplused. Her
eyebrows knit together in consternation at the realization that
she was alone with the boys in her small apartment. Evidences of
her packing were all around, and all the knickknacks and special
mementos that had been placed about before, were now temporarily
gone. It gave the small apartment a forlorn air, and Tim and
Bennie were the first to feel the stark reality of Miss Appleton's
leave-taking.
Tim thrust the bouquet of flowers into Alice's arms and the
boys stood back, admiring the beauty of the red and white
carnations below their teacher's lovely flower-like face. They
were striking together, the colorful flowers and dark-haired Miss
Appleton, and seeming to sense this and the dramatic sadness of
the moment, Alice began to cry.
She didn't want to leave the school. She had never wanted to
leave, not for a moment, not even for summer vacations. So far
she had spent the summers tutoring boys who were failing, and
looking forward to her regular students in the fall. Now, she was
going away, forced into leaving really by the terrible shame of
her own unexplainably lewd behavior. She would be leaving these
wide-eyed young creatures, both so beautiful really that they
didn't quite look human ... more like some kind of woodland
animal. Yet she couldn't remain to corrupt them. She must be
someone the twins would always remember with affection and ...
yes, respect, despite her obscene lapse under the school stairwell
that day. As far as the tragedy that had taken place on the day
of the school picnic was concerned, Alice was not at all sure that
she hadn't imagined seeing the Larsen boys' faces looking
earnestly on while she took on the entire bunch of rowdy seniors.
Yet deep down inside she knew that they must have seen it all,
hadn't they been due to return any moment with a cold drink for
her? If only she hadn't sent them away, she might have been with
them instead of those disgusting boys who would now spread ugly
rumors about her to the entire class.
Just the thought of the things they'd say made Alice blush
fiercely, and as Bennie took the flowers from her trembling arms
and went in search of a vase, she continued to sob softly to
herself. It was all crazy and mixed up, and it didn't seem fair
that any of this should be happening to her. What had she done to
deserve such suffering?
By Bennie's return, Tim had moved to comfort his teacher,
sitting close by her side and gently stroking her arm.
"There, there ..." he muttered.
"Don't cry, Miss Appleton." Bennie sat on the other side and
soothed at Alice's pretty dark hair, brushing it back from her
face. Both boys knew that what they were attempting was an
experiment beyond any they had previously thought out. They had
not brought any of the infamous "formula" with them. Not a single
drop. It had been too awful watching Miss Appleton go through
those body-and-mind-shattering torments at the picnic. Too
painful to see that something usually went wrong and they were
thwarted from their amorous goal.
Alice felt Tim's lips gentle upon her neck, and then the
young boy's breath was blowing warm on the exposed area of her
upper chest, his chin moving the fabric of her soft blouse
downward toward the hidden cream-whiteness of her firm full
breasts. Alice continued to sob softly for a time, letting
herself become completely limp in their arms. Her two prize
pupils held her and petted her, kissed their teacher gently,
ardently while in her mind Alice thought of what might have been
... the long-ago lover that might have become a loving husband,
had he not chosen to take her virginity, all her young passion,
and then move on ... the career that might have been spotless,
untarnished by the lustful necessities of her body! But this was
what she wanted, desired like this. This was what she needed from
her two young boys! Her long dark eyelashes fluttered wildly as
she felt Tim's flushed face pressing now against the heated
surface of her breast. How had her blouse come unbuttoned? How
had she let this happen? And the clasp of her brassiere seemed to
have melted to nothingness! Deep in her trembling belly the
aroused young teacher felt the strongest surge of lust she had
ever known. This was different from before --much different. Her
motivation seemed to be coming from her mind as well as her body,
rather than originating with her body and eventually clouding her
mind. This time she wanted to give herself up to love ... not to
the shadow of her long departed lover, but to these beautiful
children! Her own students. Now it seemed as though it had been
these tenderly caressing fingers she'd wanted all along. On some
subconscious level, they were the ones she'd felt would give her
just what she needed!
"Beautiful ... fantastic ..."
"Incredible!" The thirteen year old boys murmured over and
over. Moving slowly, they easily and without the least bit of
resistance removed each delicate article of Miss Appleton's
clothing. Gracefully she turned to allow them each withdrawal,
each uncovering of her splendid nakedness. It was all right, it
was perfectly all right! She kept telling herself. It had to be,
didn't it ... for she was going to do it anyway!
Tim and Bennie were overwhelmed as never before by the sight
of their teacher's pale, almost translucent skin, gleaming like a
rich and exotic jewel against the dark plaid couch cover, for they
knew that her arousal this time was real ... not forced by the
drug they'd originally invented from a book of aphrodisiac
recipes. Their flesh burned at the sight of the lovely creature
who decided to give herself to them without the benefit of the
precious "formula"! Already they could feel what it would be like
to possess this willingly waiting woman ten years older than they.
Shortly they would know the delights of her secret flesh, the way
they had known those of their father's unfaithful second wife.
But this time love would be their motivation, rather than hatred!
It was better ... much better!
Leaping up simultaneously, the boys quickly peeled away their
own clothing. The sweaters, shirts and T-shirts came off almost
in one piece over their heads, and the rest soon followed suit.
As their two boyish penises thrust into view, Alice sighed
audibly. Already she seemed to feel the hard young shafts buried
deep inside her rapidly moistening pussy.
"Come ... come ..." she whispered huskily, holding her arms
up. "Come to me, hurry!"
Tim clasped his crazily throbbing penis firmly in his small
strong hands, feeling it alive with a will of its own, pulsing
hotly against his fingers, anxious for the long awaited moment.
As he watched his teacher's desire-wracked body squirming around
on the couch as she waited for him ... waiting for both of them,
Tim felt a moment of elation. He knew and he knew that his
brother knew it too. This was quite different from old Carolyn,
his father's ex-wife. The feelings the scheming thirteen year
olds had for Miss Appleton were far deeper than that. Where they
had hated the blonde woman their father had married, and with good
reason, they loved the dark-haired Miss Appleton.
Unconsciously, Bennie beside him began to pump up and down on
the blood-engorged shaft of his wildly aching penis.
Alice lay back, her body trembling from the strong emotions
within her. Only the boys knew that she had had none of the
formula. Not even the smallest bit of it. The sensations of lewd
desire she was experiencing felt just the same as before, but this
time they were real! Tim's mouth was dry and he too felt overcome
with a surplus of emotion by the sight of the nakedly waiting
teacher. But while he hesitated, he saw his twin brother move in
front of him. It was like watching himself. The trim naked
buttocks, the strong lithe back. The boy moved up onto the studio
bed so that he was kneeling directly over the dark-haired older
woman, his knees parting hers.
"Wait for me!" Tim cried, impatiently, moving hurriedly
toward his brother and the sensuously reclining twenty-three year
old. "We can do it together ... sort of like before!" he said,
pulling Bennie away as he added his own slender boy's body to the
voluptuous milk-white curves and indentations of Miss Appleton's
receptively waiting form. Tim had an idea, and he wasn't sure it
would work, but he was determined to try. He lay down on the
studio couch and reached out for Miss Appleton.
"What ... is it ... what do you want me to do?" Alice asked
in a quavering voice.
"Come lie on top of me!" Tim hissed. Already his young cock
had quivered to rigid attention, anticipating the imminent
approach of Miss Appleton's sweetly pulsing cunt.
The young boy felt slim and smooth beneath her as Alice lay
obligingly on top of him, separating her legs and feeling the
staff of his boyish cock pressing against the outer hair-covered
mound of her supple pussy.
"Oh ..." she gasped, as Tim's tongue reached up for hers, and
his fingers began a deft manipulation of the breasts that were
pressed to his undeveloped chest.
Alice could see everything that was happening with the
thirteen year old adolescents as though she were looking on at
herself from a great distance. A sane, self-appraising inner eye
was watching and saw a woman who was lost in the throes of
passion, responding blindly, groping out for the most perverse
fulfillment! Way in the back of her mind, Alice recalled the
Greeks and their great love for young boys, and although she was
not yet that old herself, she could understand why! Oh yes, there
was definitely something to be said for young boys! It was as
though a key had been turned in the lock that had been waiting all
these years to be opened again, and the formerly repressed school
teacher found herself thoroughly aroused, her thighs and softly
trembling belly afire against Tim's eager young form, all the
forbidden desire and excitement and longing welling up inside her
belly and chasing away the despondency of a short moment ago.
Behind the lewdly intertwined duo, Bennie could see the long
white spread-eagled limbs of his favorite teacher, and temptingly,
her full and quivering ass-cheeks. Then, as if on some kind of
signal, he saw Miss Appleton rise up slightly on her knees,
presented the fully puckered entrance to her anal passage back to
him just as she placed the tiny orifice of her silken vagina upon
his brother's raging hard cock.
Bennie knew what his job was, and understood with what
delight he would undertake it. Miss Appleton was theirs ... at
long last, completely theirs. And he moved up behind her on the
couch, and pressed the blunt bulbous head of his throbbing hot
penis to the small virginal opening of her rectum.
"Unggh," Alice groaned, as her student pressed forward. But
Bennie didn't stop his relentless drive up into her wide-
stretching anus, shoving forward with all the might of his young
athletic frame.
Tim thrust upward, and felt the thickly rounded head of his
young cock moving with youthful urgency upward into the soft
clinging pink folds of the older woman's cunt. As he thrust,
Alice groaned against him, and he felt that Bennie's skewering,
worming penis had penetrated the young teacher's futilely
resisting anal passage! Tim could even feel his brother's cock
surging parallel to his through the thin membrane that separated
Alice's raging pussy from her fire-filled back-passage.
"OH GOD!" Alice crumpled forward onto Tim, only to be
buffeted back again against his twin brother by the boy's brutal
upward thrusts. The English teacher's long legs jackknifed out
wide as she felt her two private orifices invaded by the most
feverish delight. Her nakedly presented body was suddenly
liberated by the pleasure of the two illicit invasions, and
sandwiched between the teenage twins, she let a low moan of
satisfaction escape her lust-contorted lips. The whimpering
brunette lay trembling between two tightly imbedded hardnesses,
equal in size and equal in eagerness to please. They felt so very
good way up there inside her, filling her totally, so that there
was no way to turn without knowing the hard masculine presence
dually thrusting into her velvety depths.
"Ooooohhhhhh goooooood, goooood!" Tim cried. At last his
youthful cock was penetrating his beloved teacher's hotly clasping
pussy, making all his dreams come true. Cripes, they'd been
planning this for so long. Now the second woman in the twins'
young adolescent years was thoroughly impaled by their lustfully
driving cocks. Tim gasped as he felt the older woman squirming
above him, clutching at his shoulders and hips to draw him even
closer. Her breasts, full and silken-textured, brushed against
the flat of his chest and he grabbed the straining cheeks of her
greedily trembling buttocks, spreading them wide for his brother's
every sodomistic downward thrust, simultaneously driving his own
aching penis far up into the tight slippery wetness of the mewling
woman's hair-fringed pussy. Between the two of them, the boys
gathered more and more strength with each rhythmic thrust, keeping
Alice pinned squarely between them as they rammed their lust-
engorged members eagerly inward.
"Oh, Miss Appleton ... your cunt is so far out!" Tim groaned,
licking his tongue in Alice's ear.
"And your ass is squeezing my cock so tight! Jeez ... it's
so GOOD!" Bennie slipped his tongue into Alice's other ear,
swirling it wetly and sensuously around until he could feel the
excitedly wriggling teacher begin to shiver with new delight.
Bennie was slithering inside her back there deeper than Alice
had ever thought anything would go. But instead of being ashamed
and feeling guilty, the flushed and excited twenty-three year old
felt elated. She wanted to be obliterated by her students' love,
smashed between them and fucked until she could take no more. She
moaned helpless surrender as the slender rod of Bennie's penis
entered and withdrew from the tightly clenched orifice of her
anus, feeling his young cum-inflated testicles swinging under her,
perhaps brushing inwardly the upward-screwing cock that belonged
to his brother, as it plundered the furthest depths of her flaring
pussy.
For Alice, the pleasure she was getting back there was
different, completely different from regular lovemaking, and it
was such a revelation that she could actually enjoy such a lewd
act that the young teacher felt herself going half crazy with
excitement. To think that the two of them could make love to her
at once like this ... almost as though they had practiced! With
consummate skill the thirteen year olds manipulated her tender
feminine body between them until Miss Appleton undulated and
jerked nakedly against them, her dark hair flying in all
directions as obscene wet skewering noises filled the small
apartment.
"Oh boys ... where did you learn this? What are you doing to
me?" Alice gasped. She was lunging obscenely back onto Bennie's
in-rushing penis, her heart palpitating as Tim's spiraling cock-
head surged hotly upward into her widespread cuntal passage. The
frenzied delight spread to every portion of her desire-wracked
body, and Alice could feel it taking hold with not unprecedented
strength, filling her streaming pussy with shocks of tremulous
passion that ricocheted fiercely between the shuddering channel of
her rectum and the clasping undulations of her simmering cunt.
"Ohhhhhh yessss, boys ... yesssss!" she sighed, transported
to a world of ecstatic passion that grew more and more
uncontrollable, relentlessly carrying the young teacher to an
intoxicating climax. Leg and arms trembling and pressing against
each other in disjointed spasms of smoldering excitation, the trio
of lasciviously intertwined lovers entered the throes of a triple
orgasm, mouths hanging open in passion, eyes closed, slippery
hair-fringed pussy rubbing against smooth hairless loins, while
full feminine ass-cheeks were spread and plundered by the rock-
hard staff of a second adolescent's cock. All three of them felt
the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them, and writhing
with pleasure, they rolled and twisted in each other's arms. The
twin spears that penetrated her tensing and sucking passages grew
stiff then burst with two heavy loads of desire, releasing pools
of boyish sperm deep and flood-like up into the pulsating depths
of Miss Appleton's most intimate womb and tightly clenching
rectum.
Many long and peaceful moments later, Alice stirred between
her two teenage lovers.
"Oh ... how I'm going to miss you ..." she sighed softly.
"How we're going to miss you!" the boys echoed.
Chapter 17
"What do you brats want now?" Emma Worthington did not bother
to hide her extreme dislike of the Larsen twins. Why should she?
It was clear they were over-privileged, smart-mouthed little
brats, spoiled rotten! The fact that she knew they managed to
pull the wool over practically every teacher's eyes in the entire
school only added to her desire to treat the boys with the ill-
humor she felt they truly deserved.
"Teachers' pets!" she thought ruefully, thinking of all the
special privileges that she knew the twins had received since
they'd been at the school.
Tim and Bennie looked askance at the school principal's
secretary. They were each thinking that the time had come for an
all-out war between them. Nobody got away with calling them brats
... not to their faces anyway, and Miss Worthington was no
exception.
"We'd like to see Mr. Armstrong, please," Tim said politely,
taking in Miss Worthington's pinched features, the drab, colorless
hair piled atop her head, still containing a shade of red that
hinted at a prettier color in days gone by. Her spreading figure
might have been good once, but lack of exercise and overeating had
sent it to the borderline, and certain parts of her once trim hips
spread opulently over the edge of her chair, despite the long-line
girdle that she wore.
"AGAIN?" Miss Worthington cried. "You boys just can't keep
on coming up here like this. Mr. Armstrong is the principal of
this school. He's a very busy man. He hasn't got time to keep
answering your questions!"
The secretary's voice became so shrill that a shadow appeared
at the ripple-glass door that had the word Principal neatly
lettered on it. Brad Armstrong peered outside and looked
questioning and, the boys thought, disapprovingly at his
secretary.
"What on earth is the trouble, Miss Worthington?" he asked.
Then spotting the twins who were standing with their hands
politely clasped behind their backs, he realized what the
commotion was. "Oh! It's you boys again," he said. "Well, come
on in. I've got a second to spare."
Triumphantly the Larsens marched past Miss Worthington, and
just before closing Mr. Armstrong's door, Bennie, who was the last
inside, turned to flash a brilliant smile at the thirty-five year
old secretary. Emma spluttered and returned to her typing. The
nerve of them, she thought indignantly.
Brad Armstrong turned to face his freshman students, once
he'd returned to his position behind his desk. He cleared his
throat and tried to look benevolent.
"I told you two that I'd let you know as soon as I have word
about Miss Appleton's return. More than that I cannot do!"
"But she was due to be gone only a month!" Tim said, shifting
from one foot to the other.
"Yes ... well she called in to ask for an extension of that
time, and she could be gone for as long as another month."
Armstrong said with an annoyed tone. He was sick of them coming
to ask about their teacher. Obviously a schoolboy crush, and in
Miss Appleton's case, thoroughly justified. She was probably out
there getting herself screwed silly every night, he thought, and
the very idea of it irked him no end. All he was getting these
days was Emma Worthington, and his interest in his secretary was
beginning to decline, to say the least, since those first days
several years before when she had been a "semi-beautiful" young
woman, a virgin, whom he had delighted in debauching. But even
debauchery with Miss Worthington had its limits and there were
only a limited number of things she could be counted upon to do.
Besides, her giggling at crucial moments was beginning to get
on his nerves.
"Now run along children ... just run along. And I don't want
to see you here again, unless it's for a good reason!"
Unceremoniously, Brad ushered the disconsolate teenagers out of
his office, and Miss Worthington looked smug as they passed her
desk.
Once back in their room, the boys lay brooding on their twin
beds.
"We've gotta do something about them," Tim finally said,
breaking the long silence.
"Yep," Bennie agreed, knowing perfectly well that his brother
was referring to Mr. Armstrong and his ugly secretary. Scotsdale
boys were never referred to as children, for one thing. The
accepted term was "men" or "young men". Their principal's
reference to the teenagers as children only proved something the
boys had long suspected about the grey-haired head of the school.
He was insincere, and pompous, unfit to be the head of Scotsdale
School. What was more, no one had called either of them a "brat"
since their father's former wife, 'old Carolyn', and they knew
what they'd done to her! She was the ex-Mrs. Larsen before the
marriage was two months old, but not before she had endured the
most stringent of tribulations with the twins under the influence
of the formula. Tim and Bennie still chuckled when they thought
of their former stepmother and the family dog, Shep. Certainly
Shep would never forget the first and perhaps only female human
being he'd had the good fortune to mate with! Then there was
Carolyn and her girlfriend. Shit, that had been most interesting
to see, when the boys made sure that both girls got a good dose of
their special aphrodisiac sauce in the daiquiri mix. Both the
adolescents were pleased about the resulting divorce. That had
been their only goal; after all, they'd not wanted to ruin the
pretty blonde adultress' entire life, only her life with their
father. All their actions were justified they felt by Carolyn's
naturally lascivious nature. The way they'd caught her carrying
on with that magazine salesman. And right in the kitchen of their
own house! Yes, they were both proud of how they'd made things
turn out then, and the silence between the boys now was an
indication that they felt that certain measures needed to be taken
again!
It was very difficult being without their dear Miss Appleton,
and especially hard since they'd heard not a word from the
charming twenty-three year old since her departure from the school
over a month ago. The fact that she was staying away beyond the
period of her original leave was alarming to say the least.
Dealing with people like Mr. Armstrong and Miss Worthington only
made life that much more horrible and frustrating. Yes,
definitely something would have to be done. After all, it wasn't
only a question of honor ... it was a question of amusement!
After the supper that evening the boys began to plot out
their latest plan. A surge of excitement reanimated their
innocent-looking faces as they set to work again. Soon, things
would be jumping again!
* * *
Emma Worthington set the tray down on her desk for a brief
moment when she heard her name being called from outside her
office. She'd been on her way inside with it, having fetched it
from the cafeteria at the usual time: 10:15 a.m. Brad always
wanted his coffee then, and Emma was particularly sure to stir in
the correct amount of sugar and cream herself. The coffee ritual
was very important to the faithful secretary because this was most
frequently the time when her boss would be in need of her services
... her 'other' services.
She stepped outside into the hall, puzzled that someone would
be calling her out there. Who on earth could it be. Outside she
saw no one, and deciding that it must have been her imagination
she returned to the tray on her desk.
Just one last look in her compact mirror before she entered
Brad's office, and she would be ready. She didn't want the coffee
to be cold, after all!
Emma tugged a bit on her long-line girdle. They weren't
supposed to ride up, but for some reason hers did. Hopefully she
would soon be removing it ... hopefully Brad would be in a loving
mood that morning!
The faded redhead tapped lightly on the inner office door and
then entered, bearing the small tray with its coffee. The
principal was seated behind his desk, reading a book. Emma
admired the older man for a moment before he looked up. He was so
studious, she thought, so scholarly!
When the silver-haired principal looked up, Emma smiled her
best smile and chirped. "Here it is ... piping hot, and just the
way you like it!" Emma blushed when she felt her boss's eyes
lingering at the level of her well-developed breasts. She was
glad she'd gone out to that sale the day before even though it had
been raining pitchforks, to get one of those cross-your-heart
bras. It had done wonders for her full breasts, and she felt sure
Brad was noticing now.
"Thank you, Emma," he said in his deep baritone. Such a
lovely speaking voice he had. Emma never failed to be thrilled at
the Graduations and other occasions when Brad got up to speak.
"Is there ... anything else I can do for you?" she asked,
almost shyly. How good it would feel, his wonderful male hardness
surging into her belly! His warm encouraging words of tenderness
... intimate words that he would use when touching her where no
one had ever touched but him! It would be especially good today,
Miss Worthington felt ... especially good since she was so much in
a mood ... a romantic mood!
"No ... no, that will be all for the moment, Emma. Thank you
very much."
Emma could hardly believe her ears, and yet she returned
Brad's pleasant smile and exited from the office in a suitably
humble manner. Yet as she sat back down at her desk, the thirty-
five year old secretary felt crushed. Her boss was definitely
losing interest in her, and their exciting secret meetings were
becoming less and less frequent, and she was beginning to see the
writing on the wall. It was all the more distressing therefore
when the intercom buzzed and Brad Armstrong's voice came booming
out. "The coffee is lousy, Emma! Did you make it yourself or
something?"
All of her protests were to no avail. The coffee, as far as
she knew, was the same that the cafeteria always made. She
offered to get him another cup, but he told her no thanks, he'd
finish it anyway, even though it was sickeningly sweet and
disgusting.
Emma was crestfallen. She knew that she had put the same
amount of sugar in that she usually did ... exactly one and a half
lumps. Whatever had gone wrong was certainly not her fault, but
Brad would never believe that, and somehow Emma sensed that their
entire clandestine relationship had been ruined by the
particularly unfortunate mistake.
She sat despondently at her desk, listlessly typing some
reports for the next parent-teachers' meeting. She had to have at
least one advance copy ready by 11:30 when the head of the
association was due to stop by to discuss the upcoming meeting
with Mr. Armstrong.
* * *
Mrs. James Stilton III had her chauffeur wait downstairs.
Then she briskly walked up the impressive stairway of the main
building of the Scotsdale School for Boys. Her own son was a
senior there, and due to graduate that June. It would be her last
year as head of the parent-teachers' association, but as with
everything, Jennifer Stilton planned on doing an excellent job.
Her slender figure and soft pretty features belied the fact that
she was a woman past 35, a woman older than Miss Emma Worthington
for example, who could have easily passed for Jennifer's mother.
It was not only the money that helped. Good genes, helpful beauty
hints passed on from her own beautiful mother ... all these things
made Jennifer Stilton the most sought after young matron in the
Sacramento Valley area. Her son Edward, nicknamed Slim because of
his slender lanky form, was not exactly an honor student at the
school, but neither had he disgraced himself in anyway, and for
this Mrs. Stilton was grateful in this age of adolescent strife.
She was pleased to have chosen Scotsdale School for her son, and
glad that her judgment had proven valid. Mr. Stilton had little
to do with his family, being far too busy most of the time running
his interlocking corporations and expanding them so eventually
they had become a mysterious international cartel. So just about
every facet of home life was left to Jennifer, and the attractive
dark-haired woman was proud of the strength and talent she'd shown
in these fields.
Sometimes it was a bit lonesome, being isolated by both her
beauty and her money from others, especially since she found these
wealthy people who were most nearly in her income bracket to be a
good deal older than she, and for the most part boring as paint.
Reading was Jennifer's primary source of true pleasure when it got
down to it, despite the gala balls, the box at the opera, the
attentive homosexual escorts. Curling up with chocolates, and her
records playing, and a good best seller, was her idea of real
relaxation.
In fact, Mrs. Stilton thought as she made her way to Mr.
Armstrong's office, she would much rather be at home at this very
moment than going to see the principal of her son's preparatory
school. However it had to be done, and Mrs. Stilton would do it
cheerfully, and of course, she would do it well.
"Good morning, Mrs. Stilton!"
Just before entering the outer office, Mrs. Stilton passed
the cutest set of twins she'd ever seen. She replied, wondering
just how they knew her name. She didn't believe that they were
friends of her son; they were quite a bit younger, or at least
appeared to be. The wealthy socialite had forgotten that her
picture had been published in the weekly student paper, and that
her impending visit had incidentally been mentioned. What nice
boys, she thought as she closed the door behind her and
encountered the glum countenance of Miss Worthington.
"Good morning. Mr. Armstrong is expecting you, Mrs. Stilton.
You may go right in."
Emma glowered at Jennifer's back as the other woman entered
Brad's office. How she hated that woman, with that figure and
every hair in place and that perfume and those legs and those
clothes that Emma would never be able to wear. God, she was
annoying! Just the fact that women like her existed was enough to
ruin Emma Worthington's day, if she chanced to think of it. It
was similar to her feeling for Miss Appleton, Emma thought as she
glared at the closed office door. Except that Miss Appleton was
at least a working woman like herself, and not born or married
rich! Nevertheless, there was a disturbing similarity in Emma's
feelings toward both attractive women, and just as she hated a
certain look that Brad got in his eye when he looked at the pretty
young teacher, she hated the similar, though more guarded look
that he got when he looked at Mrs. Stilton. How long since he had
looked at her that way? It had been several years, and it seemed
forever!
* * *
Tim Larsen looked at his watch. "It should be fully
activated by now."
"Great!" Bennie replied. He'd been the one to call Miss
Worthington's name in the hall, while his twin brother, already
hiding in the outer office, had easily slipped a good portion of
their special "formula" into Mr. Armstrong's coffee.
Now it was only a matter of waiting to see what would happen.
Whatever happened, though, the twins were sure that they could and
would turn it to their advantage!
Inside the office, Brad Armstrong paced nervously up and
down. He'd been perspiring heavily for several minutes, and now
he felt suddenly cold. There was another disturbing factor too.
He had a raging erection. Now that Mrs. Stilton had arrived, Brad
quickly sat down behind his desk again to prevent the influential
matron from seeing. But God, how he longed to rub his stiff and
throbbing member! For some reason he was having trouble focusing
on Mrs. Stilton's patrician features. Yet, he knew from memory
how she looked. She was probably one of the most beautiful women
in California, he thought now, his mind racing feverishly, while
his lips struggled to carry on a conventional conversation ...
about what? The disturbed principal wasn't even sure ... oh yes,
about the coming PTA meeting, and the topics that would be
presented to the members of the association.
But instead, Brad thought about Mrs. Stilton's thighs, and
how they would wrap tightly about his neck while he plundered the
deep passage of her unresisting pussy, how she would moan and call
his name, and just exactly what it would feel like to be fucking
Mrs. James Stilton III!
Christ ... what a thought!
"Is ... uh something wrong, Mr. Armstrong?" Jennifer noted
that the principal's eyes appeared to be glazed and he was staring
at her in the most peculiar way. He appeared to be looking
directly at the modest cleavage of her blue silk blouse, and from
the look on his face, Jennifer wondered if something might be
wrong ... that is, if he could see anything out of the ordinary
there.
Nervously her fingers went to her breast, lingered a second
and then fell back to her lap. What an odd man!
"N-No, nothing's wrong," Brad stuttered. "I mean ... it's
you ... it's just you!"
"I don't quite understand!"
Brad's head was whirling. He had to stand up, his aching
cock was so constricted that he could no longer remain seated.
Without even thinking, the drugged man precipitated his
substantial form around the desk, coming very close indeed to Mrs.
Stilton's chair.
"You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in
California!" he blurted out, and his sudden lunge toward Mrs.
Stilton made her topple over sideways in her chair.
"Help!" she gulped, "Oh help!" But the drugged principal
couldn't stop now. He had to cover those perfect lips with his
own ... to stifle the sounds that came from them and also to savor
the sweet taste within.
As she struggled blindly with Armstrong's superior strength,
Jennifer's thoughts ran wild. "My God, he's a maniac ... he's
going to kill me!" She'd always had a terrible fear that
something might happen to her, and now it was happening! What
could she do? What would save her?
"I've got to have you ... got to have you!" Armstrong cried.
"No matter what!"
Jennifer felt as though she were going to faint at any
second. Weakly, she rolled her head back and forth in protest,
and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue sliding wetly
between her lips, past the barrier of her small white teeth.
Sex ... all he wanted was sex ... she thought ... he would
not kill her if she gave in! Sex had never played an important
part in Jennifer Stilton's aristocratic life. In fact she rarely
indulged in it these days, what with her husband away so often,
and then when he was home, it was usually such a bother ... for
both of them really. But Jennifer was not about to let an
inconsequential thing like sex stand between her and life! Given
the choice, which she honestly believed to be the fact at this
moment, she would gladly choose sex!
It was far from comforting, nevertheless, when the president
of the Parent-Teachers' Association felt the school principal's
hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, lewdly
pushing her dress up with it and exposing her stocking-clad legs
to the air. Jennifer's breath caught in a strangled gasp in her
throat as Armstrong's fingers slid quickly inside the elastic band
of her panties, and without further ado parted the sensitive hair-
fringed lips of her vagina, slipping into its hot wetness and
moving disturbingly upward to find the soft inner lips surrounding
her clitoris.
Jennifer froze, feeling the horrid intrusion of this man's
fingers in her secret flesh, her private world, and finally she
came to life again to squirm and struggle with renewed vigor
against what was happening. She raked her long well-kept
fingernails against his face, drawing blood.
Brad was enraged by the pain Mrs. Stilton had caused him, and
the drug coursing through his system made him make a sudden
decision. It was as though it were a matter of life and death to
him, possessing this woman! "Damn you ... you snooty bitch!" he
cried, "I'll fuck you and I'll fuck you good!"
"You animal ... you ..."
But Brad reached out, catching Jennifer's wrists and holding
them fast, throwing his entire weight on top of her and almost
crushing her with his heavy body, until she could not move a
muscle. The principal emitted a low growl and reached down
between their struggling bodies to hook his fingers into the wispy
material of her panties and rip them away with one jerk.
"My secretary's gone to lunch by now," he hissed down into
the socialite's terrified face. "You can howl all you want.
Nobody's gonna rush in here until we're through!"
"Oh God ... no! Please let me go ... don't do it to me ...
how can you? How CAN you?" The wealthy socialite pleaded, hot
tears of fear and shame streaming down her cheeks as the principal
grabbed her roughly, slipping her skirt upward until it was over
her hips and bunched up around her waist. The full ripeness of
her voluptuously formed thighs, the soft dark triangle of pubic
hair covering her small and trembling pussy, and the flatness of
her quivering white belly--all were nakedly revealed to the
principal's lurid gaze. Then the horrified woman felt the older
man fumbling with his pants and saw them slide away down his hips,
and she caught a glimpse of his thick hard penis brandished in his
hand.
She closed her eyes against the thought. Rape! She was
going to be raped!
He was forcing his knees roughly between her fear-tensed
legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his lust-
engorged member forward. Shoving her long slender legs behind the
knees to raise them high from the floor of his office, he used the
thick rubbery head of his urgently pulsing cock to part the soft
fleshy lips of her vulnerable cunt.
Jennifer tossed her head wildly, thinking of her husband ...
of the first night he'd made love to her, some twenty years
before. How crude he'd been, how ugly! It had taken other
subsequent lovers in the early years to teach her about sex, to
show her how good it could be. This ... this was just like Jim.
Just like the terror of her wedding night when she'd been a
virgin!
"Oooohhhh, Dear God!" she gasped. She shuddered with horror
as she felt the soft electrical contact against the sensitive
edges of her tightly clenched pussy. Jennifer held her breath for
what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under the
principal of her son's school. Then there was the first hard
pressure of his blood-heated cock against the tight elasticity of
her vaginal lips.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned as he pushed and the thick knobby tip
slipped through. Above her she could see his face, twisted into a
grin of sheer raw lust, as though he could barely stand it any
longer.
"Oh Jesus!" he blurted. "I've got to fuck you quick!"
Before he'd finished the words, Brad Armstrong had come down
heavily upon the hopelessly trapped matron, thrusting his hips
forward with the same motion, sending his long raging penis
sliding mercilessly upward into the soft moist flesh of Jennifer's
vaginal walls, moving onward until with a loud groan, the
principal's hanging testicles slapped heavily into the upturned
cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the dark-haired socialite cried. Never had
she been taken against her will like this ... even with her
husband, she had consented to his insensitive love-making. Now
she was filled with a near-stranger's surging penis, she was
speared by the chunky knob of its fleshy tip, and now its desire-
bloated shaft lay sunk deep in her helpless belly, filling every
part of her insides with fury. There was not one tiny ridge of
Armstrong's hotly pressuring cock that she could not feel pressed
tightly against the soft tender walls of her defenseless pussy.
Stunned by his own success, Brad lay unmoving for a brief
moment, his face directly above hers. He had conquered Jennifer
Stilton!
"Christ!" he muttered feverishly, his eyes wild with lust,
"How many times I've thought about this! How many times I've
wondered about your sweet little pussy ... your gorgeous cunt!" As
if to emphasize his words he throbbed the tip of his penis deep
inside, letting it jerk maddeningly within the trapped PTA
president's wide-stretched vagina.
"Nnnnnooooo," she moaned, the cords in her neck standing out
from the pressure of her resistance.
"Don't you like it? Don't you like it?" the principal cried,
grinning down at her in dazed and drugged delight. "Tell me you
like it ... God, it feels good! I know it's got to be feeling
good for you too!"
"Yes ... yes ..." Jennifer cried, afraid to offend this
madman, lest he truly hurt her, maim or kill her. Anything was
better than that! She thought of her house, of her son, even of
her husband. The tickets for the theatre she had that night, her
chauffeur outside waiting with the sleek gray car. She wanted to
return to all of that! She wanted to live!
"Tell me ... beg me for it then!" Brad hissed down at her.
This was a little game he enjoyed playing even in more normal
circumstances with his secretary. He loved forcing Emma
Worthington to plead with him, once he'd gotten it inside her.
He'd leave it motionless until she was going wild for a good
fucking. But this ... this was far more exciting, far more
stimulating, and although Brad couldn't even recall just how he'd
gotten into this intimate position with the beautiful and poised
society mother, he knew that he had to play it out to the glorious
end!
"Whhhhhaaaat?" Jennifer breathed. "I ... I don't
understand!"
"You understand ... I said beg me for a good lay. Ask me to
screw your pussy good!" He thrust downward, creating a searing
white pain deep inside of her quivering belly.
"Please ... please have mercy. Please!" Jennifer tossed her
dark shining hair from side to side. She could feel tears of
humiliation sliding down her face. She was so helpless, so alone!
"Do it ... do it!" The incensed principal slammed down onto
Jennifer Stilton's softly yielding body, his teeth grinding
together as he felt her shuddering against him, the inner muscles
of her tightly clasping cunt rippling involuntarily.
"Screw ... screw ... SCREW ME!" she cried suddenly, through
clenched teeth, tears inundating her cheeks as she hissed out the
lewdly degrading words. She was feeling the utter depths of
degradation. All of her self-respect was being stripped away in
this one hideous moment. What was left? Nothing ... nothing but
to get it over with as quickly as possible. As she gave up her
last remaining ounce of resistance, the fine-figured matron could
feel him clamping his wet mouth hotly against hers. Between her
spread-apart thighs, the agony of her soft sensitive flesh being
ground into by his quickening strokes made her groan out loud.
She would show him! the aristocratic Mrs. Stilton thought
wildly. She would finish it, and defeat him in the process.
Nobody conquered Jennifer Stilton! Nobody! A wave of defiance
seemed to spring from the very depths of despair. The mere
thought of what she was about to do sent chills along the base of
her spine; and she felt the unsuspecting principal of the school
commence a slow rhythm as his probing cock skewered wetly into
her. The straining socialite's whole being began to twist and
writhe beneath him, and she began to moan incessantly up into the
obscene moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue furiously and
with deep abandon down his throat, feigning mewls of animalistic
acceptance, a light film of perspiration burst out on her forehead
as Jennifer felt his hands slipping down over the naked curves of
her hips and sliding beneath the soft smooth mounds of her
undulating ass-cheeks. Cupping them harshly with each hand, Brad
began to thrust with greater frenzy.
Jennifer thought of the beautiful young Mexican lover she'd
taken down in Acapulco. Yes, it had been entirely her decision.
A decision she made in the hot noon of the sun, there on the
beach. How many years ago had it been. No matter ... it was
clear in her mind, every last detail of it! The deep brown of his
skin and the coal-black hair and eyes, a body firm and muscular
that spoke of his youth. Eighteen, perhaps nineteen. She'd never
known for sure. She'd left her husband home napping and gone to
meet him down by the azure sea, in the astounding heat, her
crocheted bathing suit touching at the nakedness of her body
beneath. She could taste what it would be like before it
happened, and during the long passionate moments, she had lived a
thousand lifetimes. The way he rose above her while she drank in
the marvel of his sun-bronzed body, broad chest and slender waist
and hips, his hair long and falling in his eyes until he was back
upon her and within her, the hardness of him forcing her to melt,
a total animal, cumming again and again around the shattering
piston of his driving masculinity.
Yes, she had been loved and loved well. Jennifer would
always have that memory, no matter what. She would have that
despite all the pettiness of her daily life of the moment, and
perhaps one day she would choose to have it again. For something
was beginning to change inside her, she knew. No longer would she
be as sensually calm and composed as she had been recently. Now
that she was enduring this gross attack, she would use this to
make her a better woman.
Lasciviously, Brad Armstrong flexed and unflexed his fingers
on the firm white flesh of Jennifer Stilton's exposed buttocks.
He jerked her harder against his thrusting loins and made her pull
her thighs back a little more, spreading the moist wet aperture of
her hair-trimmed cunt to his eagerly thrusting penis.
But for Jennifer the maddening pain, and humiliation was
passed now, and her lithe legs on either side of the principal's
impaling cock-shaft were jerking and quivering in an abandon that
she had no wish to control. She was with the boy Juanito again,
and the beautiful dark-haired woman closed her eyes, slavering her
tongue up into his mouth, as low hums of satisfying pleasure
rumbled deep in her throat. She writhed lewdly under his massive
body, aroused by the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer
any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this boy,
this incredibly beautiful boy, who was fucking her so well as she
gave back to him what he gave to her!
She could feel Juanito slaving above her, moving suddenly
into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lovely lust-hardened
cock nearly out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then
plunging forward into her uplifted ass-cheeks again until she felt
the harsh slap of his sperm-swollen balls against the crevice of
her anus. Instead of the coarse rug of the principal's office,
she felt the shifting sand of the sheltered cove there on the
beach. Instead of Brad Armstrong's lustfully ugly features, she
could see the dark brown Mexican boy.
The thought raised further mewling and moaning from her chest
and the PTA president began twisting and squealing wantonly under
the ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins.
"That's more like it!" Brad panted lewdly, "Fuck back, fuck
back!"
Chapter 18
Emma Worthington sat dismally over her tasteless tuna fish
salad. The slices of hard boiled egg on her plate seemed to stare
back at her with hateful eyes. She'd been down in the lunchroom
for about ten minutes now, having left her office shortly after
Mrs. Stilton's arrival. She would stay for the entire hour she
decided, until that awful woman had left, and then perhaps she
could find something ... some small favor perhaps that would put
her back in Brad's good graces. The thought gave her a glimmer of
hope. With a deep sigh, she took another bite of her tuna salad.
Tim and Bennie finally spotted the solitary figure of Miss
Worthington sitting in a corner of the lunch room. They moved
quickly, without at the same time appearing to rush, in her
direction. Tim carried the cup of juice carefully so as not to
spill a drop.
When Emma looked up and saw the two thirteen year olds, she
groaned.
"What do you want?" she asked with ill humor. "If it is
about that Miss Appleton of yours, I haven't heard a thing and
neither has Mr. Armstrong, so don't go bothering him!"
As far as she was concerned, the drab secretary hoped that
Miss Appleton never showed up again. Besides, she'd heard rumors
about the pretty young teacher. Very compromising rumors. She'd
overheard some of the older boys talking one day and she'd gotten
quite an earful before they spotted her and shut up.
"Whoa, Miss Worthington, it's not about Miss Appleton!"
Bennie said, pleasantly. But inside he was seething at the way
the principal's secretary spoke the name of their most favorite
person in the world.
"No," Tim added. "We've just brought you some juice, Miss
Worthington. To go along with your salad."
Emma looked at the paper cup full of juice. Her mouth was
rather dry, she realized, due to the uncompromising nature of her
salad. "Well, thank you," she said, tasting the liquid. It
tasted good, different from the grape juice she'd expected it was.
It was about time she got a little service in this school. She
hoped that some of the teachers who were sitting at a distant
table had seen and noted that the twins had brought her something
to drink! Maybe people would begin to take more notice of her.
She was tired of being kicked around like an old shoe, when she
knew she deserved more, much more!
Silently, Emma downed the entire cup, thinking her own
resentful and spiteful thoughts as the odd-tasting grape juice
slid down her throat and into her stomach.
"Oh by the way, Miss Worthington," Tim said, when he saw that
the cup was empty, "Mr. Armstrong was asking for you. Said he
wanted to see you right away!"
"WHAT?" Emma stood up. A bit of tuna fish clung to her
mouth, unnoticed, as she glared at the twins. "Why didn't you
tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell me right away?"
Neither Tim or Bennie got the chance to answer, for Emma flew
out of the cafeteria and headed for the stairs. The twins looked
at each other and smiled. Soon things would be swell. Things
would be hunky-dory!
* * *
Inside the principal's office, on the rug before his desk,
two figures writhed, oblivious to time or place. It was a kind of
struggle for life for each of them, the one driven by a drug's
devious turnings in his system, the other driven by self-
preservation.
Mrs. James Stilton's palpitating vagina widened and flared
with animalistic desire. It was swallowing the whole of Brad
Armstrong's lewd penis as it plunged mercilessly to the very core
of her belly.
The beautiful woman, who had headed the local best-dressed
list for the last five years, accepted each and every fierce
thrust into her softly accepting cuntal depths, for she was
thinking of that day so long ago, feeling the hot sand, the taste
of the salty sweat from the Mexican's brow as it dropped to her
parted lips. He had brought his hand around to where his firmly
and deeply ensconced penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her
desire-drenched pussy, and she felt him begin to fondle the tender
hair-trimmed lips of her cunt, milking at his own rampaging
hardness, continuing to play there until softer groans of
unrestrained lust formed in her slender throat and escaped to the
sea air. The widening sheath of her grasping pussy accepted the
quickened stroke, now as hot and pulsating and deep, it moved
within her, causing a tormenting agony of pleasure that caused her
to thrash insanely beneath him. And then he was pressing his
hands under her knees and moaning along with her as he ground down
hard and deep until she was like jelly beneath him. Her straining
loins burned, blazing at her mind, overpowering all thought other
than that of the magnificent pressure building inside her. His
hands were like fluttering angel's wings as they ran over her,
creating friction and desire wherever they went. This was loving!
This was life!
* * *
Emma Worthington could hear the groaning and moaning, the wet
skewering thrusts clearly as she opened the door to her outer
office. They were coming from inside ... inside where Brad had
been meeting with Mrs. Stilton! As she raced inside, the effects
of the formula the Larsen twins had mixed in her juice was already
making itself felt, and this, along with her normal thoughts and
feelings added to the fact that she was completely ignorant of the
fact that the two good-looking thirteen year olds were right
behind her. As in an old Bette Davis movie she had seen, whose
scenes still lurked in her subconscious, Miss Worthington flung
open the door and stood stock-still in horrified dismay.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Juanito, darling!" Jennifer
Stilton moaned lustfully, just as she had that day on the beach,
calling to him with the obscene words that were necessary to
describe her great pleasure. "Wonderful! So wonderful! Harder,
harder, my darling. Make me yours ... no one but yours!"
Emma Worthington could see the PTA president writhing and
panting obscenely, while above her the purplish face of her own
dear Brad puffed savagely with each mighty rocking thrust of his
loins. Lewdly, they were both dressed--above the waist that is--
while below, their naked loins ground lasciviously together,
Armstrong's pants and shorts having been thrust down to his knees
while Mrs. Stilton's skirt seemed to be completely missing for the
moment.
Oblivious of the intruder, Jennifer felt the principal's
deeply fucking penis swelling within her like a huge, unrelenting
animal, raging and hurtling into her trembling belly, making her
loins tingle in the grips of a heavenly dream. Oh, it was
fabulous, the most incredible thing she'd ever done. And Jim
would never know how much she'd enjoyed the peasant boy's nakedly
thrusting loins, how she'd spread her legs so willingly, so wide
for him, knowing that he'd fuck her hungrily aching pussy better
than it had ever been fucked before!
It was a perfect cover, the perfect solution to this unheard
of rape, this degrading humiliation of her private self, for
Jennifer could bring back Juanito's touch to the "nth" degree, and
it was this depth of feeling, this imprint of a stranger's lust
that saved her now. For she was cumming. Yes, she was cumming,
and she didn't care that the sand was grating against her nakedly
gyrating back. Her lips bared back against perfect white teeth as
wordless sounds emanated from somewhere within her. "Mmmmmmmnnn!"
And even as she jerked and bucked upward against him, she
could feel his vitally throbbing penis swelling and growing rock-
hard, harder than before, deep within her womb. And now it was
beginning to pump hot thick sperm far up into her softly quivering
belly, even as she felt every portion of her body tense and rise
to meet the molten lava with her own blissful passion.
This passion would have remained unspoiled for another few
moments at least, as Jennifer's legs went limp, and the principal
sprawled heavily on top of her. But Emma Worthington was consumed
by fury at the sight of her darling Mr. Armstrong and the
beautiful matron fucking on her boss's floor, and what's more,
there was a wild pounding in her head and loins that made it
impossible to stand still any longer. She ran blindly forward at
this point, tearing at her dress, undoing the zipper and pulling
the garment hurriedly up over her head. Compulsively, she
wriggled out of her new brassiere and the long-line girdle too.
Defiantly, the apoplectic secretary kicked her shoes across the
room and slid off her stockings. When at last she stood amazingly
stark naked before the uncaring couple, she cried out loudly
enough for all to hear, "YOU BASTARDS. WHAT ABOUT ME? IF THERE'S
ANY FUCKING TO BE DONE AROUND HERE, I'M GETTING MINE, TOO!"
It felt so good to be the object of their attention, to be
uttering each ugly, lewd words that the faded redhead continued.
Her brain was spinning with a million things she'd always wanted
to say and do, and at last, suddenly she had the courage to speak
her mind.
"COULDN'T FUCK ME, COULD YOU, BRAD, BUT MRS. STILTON'S PUSSY
IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, EH!" The school principal was staring in
utter amazement, coming to some extent to himself, he was
astonished to see his secretary's big bobbing breasts and nakedly
trembling white thighs above him, while below him, he seemed to
have just enjoyed the most delightful erotic moment of his life
with Mrs. James Stilton III, who, he recalled, had thoroughly
enjoyed it, too!
"Christ, Emma ... what are you doing ... I mean, what the
hell is going on?" He rolled regretfully from the limp body of
Mrs. Stilton, and as he got to his feet, Emma replied, "DO ME TOO!
SUCK MY TITS. FUCK MY CUNT. GIVE IT TO ME UP THE ASS!" She
turned lewdly around, displaying the large, work-spread cheeks of
her full buttocks. "I'M NO FOOL, BRAD ARMSTRONG! MY CUNT'S BEEN
GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU THIS FAR, AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'LL LET YOU
GO WITHOUT A FIGHT!"
* * *
The group arrived just in time, the boys thought. They
couldn't have timed it more perfectly, really. There was Mr.
Boyse the chemistry teacher, Miss Clayton the mathematics teacher,
Miss Jackson the unattractive substitute English teacher, and even
the gym teacher Mr. Eggerson had seen the notice in the faculty
lounge requesting their presence at the principal's office at a
specified time. As for the kids, word of mouth had been enough to
get them to come, and they straggled in in greater and greater
numbers as things progressed.
Most of them were just in time to see Brad Armstrong leaping
on top of his naked secretary and throwing her down on top of his
desk, scattering papers to the right and left before he began the
frantic humping that made Emma Worthington croon and cry, calling
him her darling this and her darling that while her legs kicked
lewdly out and her hips thrust upward in wanton need of his
thickly penetrating penis.
Practically the entire school was there to see Mrs. James
Stilton getting to her feet, dazed and scratched, having obviously
just been through some great physical ordeal. They saw her seem
to get hold of herself, and as Mr. Boyse rushed forward to help,
she began to cry.
"A maniac! He's a maniac!" All eyes turned to the humping
and thumping couple on top of the desk. "He just raped me! Oh my
God, I've got to see my doctor!"
"MOTHER!" Slim Stilton rushed forward to comfort his mother,
but he couldn't take his eyes away from the lewd gyrations of the
principal and his naked secretary on the desk. Cripes, he
thought, didn't think old Worthington and Armstrong had it in
them!
"PUT IT TO ME, BABY!" Emma Worthington cried, as Mrs. Stilton
was helped half-dressed, out of the office.
"Obviously they've been having some kind of affair," she said
quietly. Then, "Come along, son. You're not spending another
moment in this horrible school!" But as Jennifer climbed into the
back of her limousine, assisted by her chauffeur and followed by
her son, she was feeling a dull throb of satisfaction in her loins
and still recalling her Mexican lover. Perhaps she should make
another trip south of the border ... to calm her nerves.
The next car to pull up in front of the school was the local
police van. Lt. Morrisey was to talk for some time afterward of
what he'd discovered upon walking into the principal's office at
the Scotsdale School. For a couple of middle-aged academic types,
Brad and Emma had dutifully impressed the police by the force with
which they clung ecstatically together, despite the efforts to
separate them by faculty and students alike. It was rumored that
they were carried out still joined together, but in reality, they
walked to the police van and only continued their salacious
activities inside the vehicle. They were handcuffed together, and
despite their urgent requests to be freed from the manacles, the
attending sergeant refrained. He was sufficiently aroused,
however, by the couple to break several regulations there in the
back of the van where his partner couldn't see.
As he was to say to himself much later on, after all the
charges had been filed, "Whatever they say about that old gal,
Emma can sure suck a mean cock--and all the while getting it up
the ass from that horny principal!"
Chapter 19
The ski resort seemed unimpressive at first, and Alice
Appleton rushed past all the young people who were gathered
downstairs in the main hall. She felt self-conscious and ill at
ease. After all, she was here to get the good clean air, the
total change which she hoped might bring her back to some
semblance of her former self.
The nervous brunette unpacked and neatly put her clothes away
in the drawers of her room. Outside the bright snow sparkled in
the sunshine and small figures could be seen in the distance,
sliding down the beginner's slopes. The higher slopes were
farther off, and Alice was looking forward to getting to them the
following day. Meanwhile, she would get acquainted with the
grounds, have an early dinner and go straight to bed. The trip
had been tiring, and the young English teacher was already in a
weakened state. But all this she hoped to change by the time she
left the resort. By the time she returned to Scotsdale School,
she would be in top form. She would be the teacher that her
students deserved!
After taking a long, hot bath during which she soaked
luxuriously the silken surfaces of her milk-white skin, Alice
stepped from the deep tub and dried herself with a big fluffy
towel. Already she felt much better, and getting hungry as a
wolf! At first the young teacher contemplated having her dinner
sent up to her room, but she was feeling so much better that she
decided that she would go down to the dining hall. A pamphlet on
the dresser told her that dinner was being served at 7:30.
Carefully she dressed, putting on a simple dress of beige wool
that covered her ample figure completely, but still made her look
beautiful. Then after making sure there were no runs in her
stockings, she put on her brown high-heeled pumps and turned
about, examining herself in the full length mirror. She looked
fine, she decided. It was the perfect thing to wear for the
occasion.
Then she sat down and leafed through a magazine while waiting
for the time to go downstairs. The magazine was one of several
left in the room, and she had chosen it because it was one she had
never read before. A man's magazine, it had a pretty girl on the
cover dressed up in a white jumpsuit. She was supposed to be
skiing, but judging from the fact that her breasts were nakedly
thrust through two circular openings in the front of the jumpsuit,
Alice deduced that the pretty blonde was in a studio rather than
on the slopes. Curiously the young teacher turned the pages,
becoming more and more engrossed by the sensual images she found
inside. There were actually pictures of people nakedly making
love! Also, when she started reading one of the stories, Alice
had to put it down because it contained so many four letter words.
Obviously, she realized, she had been leading a very sheltered
life up until now. There was a new attitude toward sex in the
world, one of which she had not even been aware, tucked away as
she was at the Scotsdale School.
She read a whole section of letters to the editor which
contained requests from readers for advice, and one in particular
caught her eye:
"My wife and I have a wonderful and satisfying sexual
relationship, and we have tried just about everything we can think
of to whet our considerable appetites. The other evening at a
dinner party another couple, old friends of ours, seemed to be
coming on to us, and for the first time we visualized them not
just as old friends, but as exciting sexual partners. My wife and
I discussed the idea after the friends had left, and we both
decided that we would be very interested in taking them up on what
appears to be an invitation to swap sex. How do you think we
should let them know that we are more than ready to participate in
a foursome?"
It was certainly the most unusual thing that Alice had ever
read in any magazine, and the answer was even more startling:
"Call your friends and invite them to dinner again, this time
making it clear that you're inviting them for more than the usual
fare. Several large bottles of champagne, some soft slow dance
music and low lighting should then accomplish both your friends'
and your own designs. Good luck!"
Alice thought that she ought to put the magazine down, but
she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from its shocking
contents. It was like getting a whole new sexual education just
reading it! By the time she had read about three quarters of the
slick magazine, Alice felt as though she had been given a whole
new outlook on life. All of her misadventures at Scotsdale School
could be looked at with a new perspective.
As Alice brushed her long dark hair before the mirror, she
was very thoughtful. With each stroke of the brush in her glossy
tresses, new meaning dawned upon the pretty young woman. Perhaps
the reason for her strange lapses was merely due to all those
years of repression. She had made herself ill by removing herself
from the world of sensuality around her! Abruptly, Alice decided
to leave her hair down, instead of pinning it up the way she
usually did. Her hair seemed to be a symbol of that very
repression which had caused her to go so very far astray! Common
sense dictated that she must strive to lead a normal life, rather
than the prim stultifying existence that she had led since her
tragic relationship with Martin which had eventually caused her to
go off the deep end, right in the middle of the school term!
Alice blushed at the memory of all she had done, but for the
first time since the odd lapses had begun she had a sense of real
hope. Something she could really cling to! By setting up a real
relationship with a man, someone nice and pleasant, she would be
able to re-establish the chemical balance within her system.
Her dark hair glistened with life as Alice put the magazine
on her bed, promising herself to finish it when she returned from
dinner.
"Heavens!" she cried, looking at her watch. It's almost
eight o'clock!" Before she had been so hungry she couldn't wait,
and the magazine had made her forget that completely. Now Miss
Appleton had a hunger of a different kind. She wanted to have a
boyfriend, just like any other normal young woman her age!
Perhaps something of her decision showed in her walk as Alice
made her way down the wide stairway that led to the lounge and the
dining room. In any case, she felt a new assurance in her beauty,
and a new desire to be admired. She congratulated herself
silently for the good fortune of having picked up that magazine.
"All I needed was a little help, a little advice," she thought.
It seemed as though all eyes turned toward her as she entered
the dining room. Men as well as women looked up with interest as
Alice stood poised in the doorway. A young man came to greet her.
"Hi," he said casually, "I'm something of a Maitre d' around
here. My name's Sandy. May I call you Alice?"
Alice was startled that the young man knew her name, and then
she realized that it was in the hotel register, of course, and
that it was probably resort policy to try to get every one on a
first name basis.
Alice smiled back, noticing what nice teeth Sandy had. "Oh
yes. That's fine with me," she replied. Suddenly, it seemed as
if it was all going to be very easy. It was nice to be free and
easy and informal.
"Come right over here; I've just the seat for you!" Sandy
declared, and Alice followed him through the crowded tables toward
a corner seat by a window. There were already three other people
sitting at the table, and as Alice approached, she saw them look
at her with appraising eyes. The two men and a young woman
greeted her in a friendly manner, however, and as she sat down,
Alice thought that Sandy had made a good choice of tables for her.
During dinner, the trio chatted with her in a casual way that
made Alice feel right at home. The girl named Sherry was pretty
and a blonde, and she reminded Alice a little of the girl on the
cover of the men's magazine she'd been reading. As for the men,
the one named Jim seemed to he Sherry's boyfriend, the way they
were looking at each other, and the other ... Alice's heart beat
a little faster at the thought, seemed completely unattached.
Besides that, he was much better looking than the man Sherry was
interested in and--what's more--seemed very attentive and
interested in her!
The dark-haired young man was called Henri, and he was a
French Canadian, a doctor, interning at the Medical Institute in
San Francisco. Alice was very impressed, never having met a
doctor socially before, and she was pleased when Henri seemed
impressed with her own status as a private teacher in a boy's
school.
Alice felt a certain trouble whenever her eyes met the dark
thickly lashed eyes of the young intern, and she couldn't help
thinking that he was just perfect. Her stay at the resort would
be a pleasant and exciting one as well as one that would put her
on the road to health.
"Allow me to show you around after dinner," Henri said in his
thickly accented English. It was a deep and charming voice that
sent shivers of delight up and down Alice's spine. She noticed
that Sherry and her friend Jim were sitting very close to each
other as they all had their coffee and brandy. So it was no
surprise to Alice when, arm in arm, they wandered away from the
table, seemingly lost in each other.
The contented English teacher looked at Henri's fine profile
as he drank the last of his brandy, a prominent but beautifully
shaped nose, sensuous lips and a strong chin that spoke of his
character. Alice, too, wanted to have that same distracted look
that had lit up Sherry's face, and she thought it would be easy to
look at the young intern that way. Very easy indeed.
The walk around the extensive grounds of the resort proved to
be very interesting. The number of activities available to the
clientele was amazing. There were films to be seen, a bowling
alley with its own bar, indoor tennis courts, an old fashioned ice
cream parlor where Alice and Henri stopped to have hot fudge
sundaes. Later on they went to the small cocktail lounge where a
piano player dispensed liquid melodious music, and they drank hot
buttered rums and told each other brief and edited versions of
their life stories.
In short, Alice Appleton was having a wonderful time. By the
time the young medical intern escorted her to the crowded
discotheque, the twenty-three year old brunette was feeling on top
of the world. She observed the other young women there, all of
them attractive, glowing fine specimens of modern young womanhood.
It was clear that none of them had complexes of the sort that had
marred Alice's life for the past few years. And Alice wanted
desperately to be as much like the pretty "snow bunnies" as
possible. Therefore, when Henri's knee pressed close to hers
beneath the small table, and when his hand stroked hers gently as
though in a questioning manner, Alice displayed no gesture of
shock or refusal. She would betray no signs of the horrid
nervousness that had driven her to distraction, driven her to the
terrible displays of overt sexuality at the Scotsdale School. No,
but she would try to find that happy medium between total
repression and uncontrollable desire!
"There're Sherry and Jim," Henri said, nodding in the
direction of the dance floor.
"Don't they look nice together!" Alice declared. Sherry was
a good head taller than Jim, but nevertheless, the couple had
something about them that "clicked." Alice was lost in admiration
for her new friends as she watched them dancing smoothly together
to the longest set of dance music she'd ever heard.
"We could look like that," Henri suggested. His eyes were a
deep velvety black as Alice looked at him. Already he was rising
and taking her with him toward the dance floor, and then she felt
his arms around her, his strong lean body hard against her
softness as they swayed together, their bodies making a mounting
interior music that created a building excitement in Alice's
loins.
* * *
"So you read "Mating" magazine!" Henri picked up the men's
magazine from Alice's bed and began to leaf through it.
Alice blushed. She was feeling the effects of all the drinks
she and Henri had had in the discotheque. Then she decided to
reply boldly. After all, she was an adult, and she had made new
decisions about the course of her life. No sense in breaking down
now, just when it looked as if she was winning out against the
puritanical principles that had led to her recent downfall!
"Yes, Yes I do." she said, "Well, it was here when I came.
And I must say I found it very interesting."
"Like those naked girls?"
"Uh ... well, some of them are very pretty. There were some
naked men, too." Then Alice felt herself really turning a bright
crimson. It seemed like an open invitation to Henri to take off
his clothes. But she was pleased when he didn't pick up on the
statement and instead changed the subject completely.
"Say, I'm not sleepy at all; are you?"
"Well, no ... but it is quite late, I think," she was trying
to look at her watch, but her vision was blurred, and she gave up.
"Tell you what, I'll go get some drinks. Too late for room
service, but there's always a way around this place."
"Well, I don't know."
But Henri took her gently up in his arms and kissed her with
such tenderness combined, that the dark haired teacher felt
herself melting against his strong young body. "Yes, some drinks
would be nice," she agreed breathlessly when he finally let her
loose.
Henri blew her another kiss and exited rapidly. When he was
gone, Alice felt terribly alone. Suddenly, she had to think about
everything, the prospect of his coming back, of what might--what
would--happen between them that night. Should she change her
clothes or not? Alice paced nervously about the room and then
paused and looked out the window. The night lights illuminated
the grounds below. She felt a loneliness inside her that made the
moment extremely melancholy. Yes, she would change from her dress
into something else, the beautiful young teacher decided.
When at last a soft knock came at the door, Alice was clad in
a softly clinging gown of pink silk, and beneath her naked body it
quivered with each motion she made, creating a shining shimmery
effect that enhanced her already considerable beauty.
"How lovely you look!" Henri declared, and Alice was glad she
had put on the provocative gown.
The glasses tinkled pleasantly as Henri put them down, and on
his arm were the bucket of ice, a towel, and in the bucket a large
bottle of champagne. The champagne was so easy to drink that
Alice allowed Henri to pour five or six glasses for both of them,
which they sipped between long warm kisses. As they were both
sitting on the bed, Alice felt herself wanting more and more to
lie down. It was growing increasingly difficult to remain
upright.
Finally, she lay back upon the pillow, and as Henri put his
glass down on the nearby dresser, he stretched himself out over
her reclining figure, speaking softly in her ear.
"I want you, Alice. You know that!"
Alice shuddered. He was so close. "Yes, yes, I know!" She
wanted to add, And I want you too. All of me wants you! But she
was silent. It was so hard to talk anyway, and now his tongue was
so hot and wet in her mouth, his hands moving surely and easily
over the soft curves of her willing body!
Henri looked down at the quivering young woman beneath him.
He let his eyes roam at will upon the open cleavage of her soft
silk gown. The smooth cream-white swell of her nakedly exposed
breasts showed clearly, and he began to touch them, feeling their
soft firmness mold to his hands. Freeing one from the material of
the dressing gown, he bent to suck upon the throbbing little
nipple, feeling Alice shiver beneath him. She was an exciting
one! he thought. Just the type he liked. There was something
fine in her, a hesitation that excited him. The swinging resort
life was obviously a little new to her, but she was ready to
learn! Well, he'd teach her a few things. She wouldn't be the
first chick to learn a whole new variety of tricks from Doctor
Henri!
"Take this off!" he announced, sure of himself now.
"Oh!" Alice replied. But she needn't have said anything, for
Henri began to strip her of the peach-colored material, pulling it
down until she lay naked and defenseless beneath his lustful gaze.
His fingers moved, creating hot sparks of lust along Alice's
yielding flesh, tracing desire along all the heated silk surfaces
of her trembling body.
Take me! Alice thought. Oh take me!
Henri left her for a brief moment, and while Alice closed her
eyes discreetly, she heard the unmistakable rustle of his clothing
being removed. Soon! Soon his hard-throbbing rod of flesh would
be insinuating itself deep into her warmly waiting vaginal slit!
But just as she was sure he was returning to her, the aroused
young teacher heard something.
"What ... what was that?" she asked. The sound came again.
It was without any doubt, a knock at the door! Alice sat up,
drawing her gown from where it lay crumpled on the bed beside her,
as she instinctively sought to cover her nakedness.
To her horror, she saw that Henri was going toward the door.
The sight of his strong naked buttocks moving away from her
startled her and made her feel that something had gone wrong
somehow.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a piercing voice.
Henri poised with his hand on the doorknob. "Why, somebody's
knocking. I was going to answer!" he replied, as though it were
the most normal thing in the world.
"But, Henri, I don't have anything on. Why, it could be
anyone."
"Well, if it's someone you don't know, I'll just send them
away!" Henri said, his voice carrying an unmistakable inflection
of mirth.
"DON'T!" But Alice saw that it was already too late, even as
she was scrambling off the bed, intending to flee into the
bathroom. Henri opened the door and greeted whoever it was, and
then they were coming into the room!
"Look, darling; it's Sherry, and she's brought Jim along!"
It was true. Her eyes showing the terror and confusion she
felt, Alice looked up to see the handsome couple entering the
room.
"Oh, no," she stammered, "You mustn't ... you mustn't come in
now ... I've got to ..."
"Don't worry," Sherry said. "We're just part of the family!
You look lovely. Doesn't she, Jim?" The tall blonde girl turned
to her lover for confirmation. Jim was clearly enjoying the
glimpses that he could get of Alice's vulnerable nakedness. "I'll
say!" he replied enthusiastically. Henri moved back to the bed,
and put a deceptively protective arm around Alice.
"See--it's just a little party, darling. We'll have a good
time!"
Alice watched with alarm as the others helped themselves to
champagne. They were talking excitedly to each other for a
moment, ignoring the obvious fact that she wanted them to leave,
as though they did such things all the time! Henri's arm around
her shoulder was far from reassuring, and the steady stream of
comforting words that the French speaking Canadian whispered in
her ear did nothing to help the situation.
As she sat wondering what to do, the letter in the magazine
came back to her. Henri expected her to participate in some kind
of orgy! It was perhaps a very ordinary thing in such resort
circles. Here she had been hoping for an ordinary affair, and she
put herself right in the middle of what Mating Magazine had termed
"swinging singles!"
"Oh God!" she said aloud, realization of the full
ramifications of the strange trio in her small room reaching her
consciousness.
"You'll have a wonderful time, my cherie!" Henri said
unctuously, and for the first time, Alice noticed what terrible
teeth he had.
"But I don't want that kind of good time!" she replied
indignantly. "I want a plain ordinary evening with just one
person!"
If only they knew what I've been through! she thought with
dismay. But of course she wouldn't tell them; they would only be
all the more convinced that she would want to go along with their
perverted desires!
"Oh, come on now!" Henri said. She was developing a distinct
dislike for him. Why hadn't she noticed before how sallow his
skin was?
"Never!" Alice declared. "Now I want you all to leave,
please!"
Henri's face grew purplish. He looked at Alice with anger.
He'd set the whole thing up a short while earlier, certain that
Alice would go along. His friends, Sherry and Jim, were all for a
little excitement and had willingly agreed to a foursome. They
had often participated in foursomes as well as threesomes and
moresomes with Henri and knew that he was a most desirable bed-
partner. And now Henri felt that his reputation as well as a
certain kind of "honor" were at stake, and he decided he wasn't
going to let Alice get away with it. "Silly bitch!" he declared,
suddenly reversing his smooth tactics.
"What's going on!" Sherry asked pleasantly, approaching the
bed. "You don't really want us to leave, sweetie, do you?"
"Yes!" Alice replied. Sherry was now sitting on the bed
beside her, centering the nervous brunette between herself and
Henri.
"But you came to the resort for a little fun, didn't you? A
little something different?" Sherry asked. Alice could smell the
other woman's heady perfume. She tried to shake off Henri's arm,
but as she did, he held her tighter around the shoulders so that
she couldn't move. Beside her, Sherry smiled knowingly.
"You wouldn't want to miss Henri. He's something special.
Can go on for hours!"
"Hey, what about me?" Jim said. He was standing in front of
them, fiddling impatiently with his belt. "Hey, is this show
going to get on the road or not? If not, Sherry and I can go make
it in her room, or mine for that matter!"
"Don't be so impatient!" Henri snapped. "Of course it's
going to happen. Alice here just doesn't know how good it can be
with more than one person!"
The irony of his words made Alice want to cry. Tears sprang
to her eyes at the realization that she was once more so very far
from the innocent love that she had originally hoped to have with
her long lost boyfriend, Martin.
"Yeah, don't be in such a rush, Jim!" Sherry added. "She's
just a little nervous. I was a little nervous, too, my first
time!"
"That was a long time ago!" Jim replied.
"So what?" Sherry's eyes flashed in brief anger.
Henri realized he had to take things in hand rapidly, or his
whole evening would deteriorate into a stupid brawl.
"Listen," he said, "You can convince her, Sherry! Jim and I
can stay out of it until she's ready. How about that?"
"What ... oh you mean you want me to ..."
"Yes. Don't tell me you don't like it. I've seen you in
action too many times!" Henri replied. Alice listened in horror
as they talked about her as though she weren't even a human being.
"This is obscene!" she announced. "You've got to get out of
here! And now!"
But the others only laughed at her, and suddenly it seemed to
Alice that they were all of one accord, instead of squabbling
clients of the resort. They were all bent on making her do what
Henri wanted.
Sherry was stripping off her clothes, and Jim was already
totally naked before her, his chunky penis bobbing lewdly in full
erection.
"Did you ever make it with a woman?" Sherry asked, whispering
close to Alice's ear.
Alice jumped. "NO!" she replied, "God, no!" Of all the
terrible things she had done, this was one area she had not
experienced. She cringed at the thought. If there was anything
she did not want to do, it was "make it" with another woman!
"It's nice," Sherry said simply, letting her fingernails
trace shivery little lines along Alice's bare arm. Alice was
still trying to hold the silk gown up over her, but it was
difficult with them surrounding her this way. Henri's fingers
were drifting down toward her breasts, and now so were Sherry's!
"I don't care if it's nice or not," Alice declared. "I don't
want to do it; don't you understand???"
"Of course you do!" Sherry replied firmly.
"Yes, of course!" Jim and Henri echoed. "NOW START IN!"
Henri commanded.
"Okay!" Sherry said. "Listen, Henri, you've got to help me
though. You too, Jim! Get her down on her back at least!"
"No ... no!" Alice pleaded. But no one listened. Together
they forced her back upon the bed, and the covering protection of
her gown was whisked away and she lay, totally uncovered, lewdly
spread-eagled upon the bed. All three of them peered at her gem-
like nakedness, and Alice turned her head away with shame, letting
the tears flow freely down onto the pillow.
Her head ached and chills spread throughout her nakedly
exposed body. She could feel Sherry moving close to her and
closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the statuesque blonde
who wanted to make perverse love to her. She felt more disturbed
than she had ever been and knew that there was no use in fighting
them. The easiest way now would be to get it over with!
"Get between her legs!" Henri ordered.
"Sure, sure!" Sherry replied. "I know what to do!"
Henri watched Sherry's smooth white buttocks presented lewdly
up to him as she knelt in between the young teacher's widespread
thighs.
"That's right, honey; don't fight it!" Sherry cooed, and
Henri said, "Yes, she's getting used to the idea of it. Don't
worry; she'll love it."
"Who wouldn't love Sherry?" Jim asked, speaking to no one in
particular. She was his girl, after all, he thought, resenting
Henri's taking over the way he was. He watched with pride as
Sherry moved over Alice. He could feel his hard-on growing in
proportion as Alice cringed in horror. Sherry's fingers were
touching her tender, pinkly splayed vaginal lips. The young
blonde's fingers began to explore the fully revealed furrow of
Alice's soft warm hair-trimmed cunt, making searing contact with
every smooth surface of the sensitively responding flesh. With a
tentative, but expert touch, Sherry's thumb smoothed over and
around Alice's tiny sensation-filled clitoris as the middle finger
of her other hand began to slip into the tightly clenched circle
of the moaning brunette's vagina.
"NNNNoooo!" Alice groaned.
"Yeah, touch her clit!" Henri said, unnecessarily, for Sherry
was proceeding without having to be told what to do. Henri lewdly
fondled his own hotly stiffening cock as he watched the two women
locked obscenely on the bed.
"Relax, honey, you're too tense," Sherry said. "Come on, I'm
not as rough as some of the fellas. Am I now?"
Alice groaned. Certainly, she had never sunk this low
before! But she wanted it to be over. Anything to get it over
and have them out of her room!
"I don't mind!" she said bravely. "Do what you like!"
"We will; don't worry!" Jim replied for the group. God! His
chick was magnificent, he thought. What a woman! Sherry's
voluptuously swaying breasts brushed against Alice's open thighs
as Sherry began to sway over the prone girl, and Jim could see the
nipples hardening at the contact with Alice's helplessly
captivated flesh. He watched his girl friend warming up to her
lewd task, her shamefully probing middle finger now working all
the way up inside Alice's acquiescing young pussy, worming high
between those invitingly open thighs. Eventually Sherry had
wedged her entire naked body between those scissored-open thighs
as she stretched out upon the bed, her own long legs dangling over
the edge because there was not enough room.
"She's really getting wet now!" the lust-driven blonde
announced, writhing with her own pleasure as she felt the other
woman beginning to respond. Sherry rubbed her breasts upward so
that they could touch the nakedly hair-lined slit of the brunette
being held on the bed. A woman was so nice, she thought. Maybe
even nicer than a man. Sometimes anyway! So soft and wet, she
thought to herself as she twisted and teased her fingers upward
within the tightly contracting cuntal passage of the full-breasted
teacher.
Then the moment came that Sherry was hoping for. A definite
shiver of delight coursed through Alice's exposed body, and Sherry
shivered in response. It was going to be good! Even though the
two men were watching, it was going to be as if they were alone in
the room on the bed. Defenseless on the bed, Alice began to moan
with delight, feeling her tingling pussy respond to the gently
moving fingers high up inside her. There was something so
different about the other woman's touch that she couldn't help
responding to it. It was awakening a whole new set of desires
inside her!
With a small grunt of unwilling surrender, Alice suddenly
relaxed her legs and involuntarily stretched them still wider
apart.
She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into
the other woman's eyes.
Sherry smiled, and without moving her fingers from their high
position within Alice's seeping pussy, let herself down upon the
moaning brunette, feeling her breasts pressing warmly against
Alice's warmly trembling mounds.
The feel of the other woman's breasts on her own, coupled
with the mounting excitement within her besieged vaginal walls
made Alice sigh. She was enjoying it!
It was awful, but fighting it only made the lustful
sensations within her tingling belly grow more intense. Now Alice
only wanted to feel more and more of the girl's fingers thrusting
high inside her softly clasping pussy! Helplessly, she writhed in
a combination of humiliation and lust. She turned her head away
again to avoid Sherry's eyes but responded with her body, making
it clear that she wanted more.
"Great going, Sherry! She's turning on. Look at her go!"
Henri declared.
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Sherry asked bluntly,
shoving a second finger up into her dark-haired captive's passion-
drenched cunt.
"Yeah, Sherry's an expert!" Jim said. Both men were fondling
their rock-hard penises, smoothing back the flushed skin and
arching their aching members with pained expressions of lust on
their faces.
Jim wanted to move in and fuck Sherry from behind while she
was doing it with Alice, but he knew that they were supposed to
let the two women alone, for a while anyway. As long as Henri
didn't make a move, he would stay out of it too, Jim decided. He
couldn't tear his eyes away from the sensually stimulating play
that the two women were indulging in. Alice's unwilling, yet
definite yielding to the intimate touches of his girlfriend
ignited a flame of desire in his loins that made his lust-swollen
cock clamor painfully for satiation. Two luscious women writhing
passionately together on a bed was one helluva sight! Maybe Henri
wasn't such a bad director after all!
Henri could feel a definite ache in his testicles as his
fingers moved up and down the blood-thickened shaft of his cock.
The lubricated tip of his member pulsed licentiously, and he could
hardly wait. In a little while, he'd be fucking both of the
girls. The night was going to be a success. And it was all the
more exciting because the good-looking brunette teacher had
resisted at first. He knew he'd pegged her right though. She was
really going at it now.
Strangled gasps of pleasure escaped from between Alice's
tightly clenched teeth as her tormented young body twisted and
flailed in helpless submission on the bed. Her passion-flooded
pussy was just about at the point of climax.
Sherry could feel the unmistakable signs.
"CUM!" she whispered hoarsely to the other woman. "Cum
against my fingers. Let me feel you cum!"
"OOOOOoooooh yesssss!" Alice moaned. "Yessss ... I willl!"
She gave herself up with a shattering certainty to Sherry's
obscenely worming fingers, at last at a breaking point where she
was no longer aware of the two gaping men in the room. On and on
it went, and the obscenely exciting fingers moved deeper and
deeper, slipping ever upward against her climaxing cuntal walls.
"Noooowwww! Now ... I'm cumming now!" she coughed out. It
was happening, flooding her mind, her soul and body, and
especially her wildly thrilled pussy with mind-shattering
pleasure.
"MMMMMMMmmm!!! MMMmmmmm ..." she moaned, realizing that this
sensation was one which she would want to know again and again.
No matter how lewd and perverse it was!
Still moaning, her body trembling from the subsiding storm of
violent orgasmic release, Alice nodded assent, as the others moved
in. The two men could hold back no longer. Nobody had asked her,
but she nodded anyway. Why not, after all?
Chapter 20
Alice smiled when she saw the old school. It was like coming
home again, she thought as she entered the big downstairs hall.
Even though she knew there would be changes, it was still good to
be back.
The skiing she'd done up in the mountains, the nice friendly
mountain hotel with its young clientele, all seemed far away now,
as she began to look for familiar faces. Several boys said hello
to her as she made her way to the new principal's office, and
Alice was already looking forward to her first class the next day.
Her pretty dark hair hung to her shoulders now, and there was a
light touch of mascara on the long eyelashes that shadowed her
bright blue eyes. The twenty-three year old's dress was pink, and
its soft jersey material clung enticingly to the generously
proportioned curves of her young body.
None of this was lost on the new principal, Mr. Bill
Davidson. As Alice sat across from the young man, he could feel
that there would be a close relationship between himself and the
charming English teacher. The way she smiled at him, and the way
her hand lingered in his as she said good-bye were indications to
the handsome new principal that his own charm was not completely
lost on Miss Appleton. The tall blonde man held the door open for
Alice, and sniffed appreciatively at her perfume before she
exited. "Mmmmmm, Ma Griffe?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Why yes!" Alice was pleasantly surprised. Mr. Davidson was
disturbingly close. She could smell his cologne. "Vetiver?" she
asked, realizing that both were made by the same French company.
"That's right," Bill replied.
"We have a lot in common, Mr. Davidson," Alice said smiling.
She moved on past Mr. Davidson's male secretary, who smiled at her
broadly, a refreshing change from the sour Miss Worthington. As
she left the outer office, Alice could sense both their eyes upon
her smoothly swaying buttocks, but she closed the door without
turning around. She had the distinct feeling that she would be
seeing plenty of the new principal before long.
She moved easily through the halls, making her way to the
faculty wing, greeting her fellow teachers, including Mr. Boyse.
"You're back, Alice. God, it's good to see you again! I
haven't stopped thinking about you for a moment since you've been
gone!"
"Eat your heart out, Ed!" she told the startled chemistry
teacher, and leaving him gaping as she continued on, she giggled
happily to herself.
That time spent up on the ski slopes had been so good for
her. It had enabled her to see everything in perspective, and
she'd never felt more sure of herself, more positive about life.
Life had been a chore before, and only her books and her career
had helped her to get through it. Well, that was all changed now.
A man had almost wrecked her life once--Martin, her first lover.
But now she knew a lot about men. She'd seen to that. There'd
been quite a few that she'd invited to her bed, up there in the
mountains. She'd lain on the big double bed, nakedly reclining,
looking out at the fresh fallen snow of the slopes, a snow-tanned
male figure always by her side, or sometimes behind her, over her,
under her.
Savoring their lean and lanky bodies had been a pleasurable
study, like no other she'd undertaken, and she'd learned in an
almost oriental manner how to please and be pleased by a man.
There had been another woman, too, in addition to Sherry--the
pretty daughter of the lodge manager. Only sixteen, blonde and
blue-eyed, but no novice. Certainly her soft tongue-kisses and
caresses had been knowledgeable enough, and she had been the one
to teach Alice the true delights of feminine love. Later, with
her male lovers, Alice had found her sensual experiences with the
other woman an enhancement of her erotic possibilities. There
were deeper and better orgasms, more orgasms, and longer orgasms
lurking within her that she hadn't known about before, and which
she could now bring out at will. What's more there were total and
partial orgasms, breast tingling orgasms for example, and kissing
orgasms where the only touching portions were two mouths joined
together in ecstasy.
But Alice was far from the slopes now, and she knew that
although she would always have pleasant memories of that time, her
life would never ever be quite like that again. She had not
forgotten her dedication to her students, and the rewards of the
academic life were still important to the raven-haired beauty.
As she opened the door to her apartment, however, Alice was
not so much thinking of the books she had left behind, but of
other things. The apartment was dark and cool and Alice felt a
heightened sense of anticipation as her fingers groped for the
light switch on the wall to her left. Before she found it,
however, something else found her.
In the dark a hand was slipping up under her dress, while
another was moving at her breasts, crawling inside the top of her
dress to reach the nakedness of her brassiere-free breasts.
Underneath, she wore no panties at all, only the briefest of lacy
garterbelts to hold up her stockings, and now as the intimate
touches continued, she pressed her back against the door to close
it, and spread her legs wide.
Little hums of delight tumbled from her throat, and she could
hear tiny grunts of pleasure from those who were touching her.
"My boys!" the returning English teacher gasped, as small
adolescent fingers wriggled up into the willingly spread aperture
of her pulsating vagina, spreading the silky dark hair and moving
with delightful friction in a knowing manner that made her want to
cry out with pleasure. Her breasts were aching and sore as the
other fingers kneaded the hard little pebbles of her excited
nipples, pinching and rubbing until she thought she would go mad!
"Miss Appleton!" Tim and Bennie Larsen knew that this was
one of the happiest moments of their lives. The nakedly pulsing
cunt and breasts of the beautiful young English teacher were right
there at their fingers. Slowly they undressed the young woman,
and there in the darkness, she lay down with them, feeling their
own naked satyr-like bodies rubbing and pressing smoothly over her
own. She could feel their young cocks touching her everywhere,
sliding up between her full breasts while other hands held them
close, sliding between her armpits while she writhed luxuriously
on the floor of her apartment, moving into the indentation of her
belly button while she made her stomach alternately hard and soft
to tantalize them. Other things touched her, too, and Alice
realized that the boys had brought along other things to tease her
with.
"You little devils!" she scolded, and then she moaned out
loud, for she felt something warm and wet and wonderful worming up
into her slippery vagina. It certainly wasn't the two teenagers'
penises, for those she held lovingly in her hands. It was a
strange shape that she could not figure out, but it was long and
lean and hard and soft at the same time. It penetrated and
wiggled its way upward within her quivering cuntal passage,
assisted by the two boys' hands, and despite her curiosity, she
writhed downward to meet its licentious thrust. The uneven side
of it rubbed and tickled at her tender insides, inflaming her
already raging pussy, and making her croon out with desire.
Faster and faster, the twins fucked into their pretty English
teacher, welcoming her back to school in their own fashion with
this present they'd made especially for her. And now that she was
moaning lustfully enough, they knew it was time to add the second
feature. The double-sized instrument when turned about in the
dark was able to begin a two-pronged attack upon both of Alice's
erotically stimulating orifices. Her already tried anus gave way
readily, and there was only the slightest squeak of pain from the
happily dazed twenty-three year old, as she felt both her softly
seeping cunt and her tightly clenching anus filled snugly with the
oddly shaped foreign object.
But there was more. Although she could not see them in the
dark, Alice could make out the thirteen year old siblings' shadowy
outlines as they moved against her. They were turning, even while
their hands manipulated the skillfully churning object inside her.
They were fucking her magnificently with it, even while they knelt
over her face, supporting themselves on their knees while facing
each other they dipped the slender staffs of their throbbing hard
young penises toward her willingly parted lips.
"Can you take them both at once?" Tim asked in a strangled
voice, but he already had the answer. As he clung to his brother
for support, both their desire-hardened cocks were licked and
sucked and finally engulfed in the widening cavity of Miss
Appleton's tender mouth.
For as long as they could keep their balance, they dipped and
churned their own boyish cocks into the obscene wet opening that
seemed to want to gobble them up, and then while they felt Alice
cumming for the first time, they too spent the dual build-up of
their sperm deep into her gasping throat.
But then it was time to rest a moment, amid Alice's sighs of
contentment, and their own choked cries of fulfillment. Tenderly,
they removed the object they'd created in art class, after hours,
of course, and with the permission of the art teacher. Then Tim
lit a candle that they'd brought along for the occasion, and in
the flickering light, Alice examined the thing that had given her
so much pleasure only seconds before.
To her amazement, it proved to be a statue, or rather two
statues, each about seven inches long and joined at the feet.
Made out of a specially treated latex that had been carefully
dipped and redipped, the statues were amazing replicas of the
twins and included every life-like detail, including miniature
penises that stuck out, and which Alice could now recall feeling
along the insides of her seething inner walls.
"They're beautiful, boys! Just beautiful!" Alice sighed,
thinking of the genius that the twins possessed. But her eyes
were already glazed again, and she knew just why she had had to
return to Scotsdale School for Boys. Miss Appleton knew as she
drew the young boys to her, that she could never, ever leave the
twins, not until they graduated anyway, and after that ... well,
time would tell. Meanwhile, however, the young teacher stretched
her lithe naked form out upon the floor, and gathered them both
between her legs.
The boys each straddled one of her shapely thighs, and
working together as they always did, pressed their two cocks
together and began to push. Up, up into the snugness of the
lovely teacher's hair-trimmed cunt, fervently slipped the two
boys' virile young cocks, making the size of one outsized male
penis, until Alice began to cry from happiness. Rhythmically,
fervently, the two youngsters were able to fuck her
simultaneously, giving her the most intense sensation she had ever
known. Her straining vaginal passage could feel the twin staffs,
each with its thickly throbbing head, reaching for the heights of
her womb, reaching to conquer her as no one ever had before.
Still fluidly directing the amorous choreography, the twins
rolled over on their sides, with Alice sandwiched between their
slender young bodies. This way their rhythmically thrusting
penises still entered her flowering vagina, but deeper, much
deeper! Rivulets of perspiration covered their nakedly glistening
bodies as they continued their loving embrace. Again and again,
Alice felt her young pupils bring her to a dizzying climax, each
orgasm somehow topping the last in some subtle way.
Still tasting the pungent tang of their seminal fluids in her
mouth, the excited young English teacher felt enchanting ripples
of sensual pleasure coursing through her wildly tingling flesh.
While kissing Tim, she ground her nakedly thrusting ass-cheeks
backward against Bennie's battering body.
When dawn finally sent it shafts of light into the windows of
the small apartment, and the twins and their teacher were still
intertwined, Alice whispered to them, "this is what I was born
for! This is why I came back. You boys have made me what I am
today!"
The boys sensed that they would never have any further use of
their special formula, not so long as Miss Appleton loved them and
they loved Miss Appleton!
Epilogue
Don Larsen sat on the sofa and opened the letter with great
anticipation. He turned to the pretty young blonde beside him.
Smiling, he patted her hand, beginning to read out loud:
Dear Dad,
We were so glad to receive your letter and especially the
picture of Julie. We're happier than you'll ever know that you
decided to get married again. Can't wait to welcome Julie (or
should we say "Mom"?) with open arms.
School is great, doing especially well in English this term.
See you both at vacation time.
Love and kisses to you and "Mom"!
Your devoted twins,
Tim and Bennie."
"You see! I told you, you had nothing to worry about. You
and the boys will get on fine!" Don was very pleased with the
letter. The school seemed to be doing wonders for the twins.
"Such sweet boys!" Julie cried. "Oh Don, I can't wait to get
to know them!"
At Scotsdale School for Boys, Tim taped the picture of their
new stepmother up on the wall in their room.
"You know," Tim said reflectively. "I'll bet her pussy looks
a lot like Dad's old wife Carolyn's did."
"Yeah," replied Bennie, thoughtfully. "I'll bet it does."
The End