The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. Bui he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined", and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
After a very brief meeting with Mr. Canton, Laura Davis reached home in plenty of time to get ready for the evening. Mr. Canton was the local cub master, a man in his early thirties, whose wife had died when they were very young. For this reason, she had worn her den mother's uniform, which was a size too large for her to begin with. On top of that she wore the skirt two inches too long and the blouse baggy over the belt. There was nothing very glamorous about Laura Davis if she could help it.
Mr. Canton found no reason to keep her long. She had, he told her, more than enough knowledge and experience in cub scouting to be an excellent den mother without his help. If he was curious as to why she, a single woman, cared so much about this activity, he asked no questions. It was difficult to get anyone to take a den in these days of working mothers. He could use about two more Laura Davises right now. For this reason he had let her have her own way all along. When she asked to be able to pick out her own den chief from the local scout troop, he thought it better to break tradition than risk losing her services.
He was surprised though when she chose Red McGonigle. He had to be the most unprepossessing boy in the entire boy scout troop. There was no question about his willingness to do anything he had to do to earn a merit badge, but he never did anything particularly well. He was too neat for a boy, one of those whose cleanliness is prissy. On the other hand, Mr. Canton was pleased that she had chosen Red because he needed the attention. His parents rarely knew or cared where he was or what he was doing unless he did something to irritate them. Then his father would beat the hell out of him. Perhaps this Laura Davis had especially sharp insight.
Laura caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that hung on the inside of her closet door. She chuckled. She certainly did look square. Her dark hair was pinned tightly back into a twist. She wore no makeup and prim little glasses that ruined the effect of her lovely large blue eyes. She took out the hair pins and shook her head. She removed her glasses. Now she really felt unkempt in the uniform so she ripped off the maize blouse and stepped quickly out of the long blue skirt. Still clad in stockings and slip, she went in to the bathroom to draw a nice hot bath overflowing with lilac scented bubbles. Lilac was her scent. It was perfect with her smooth olive skin, her large, dark-lashed blue eyes, and her chestnut hair that fell thickly over her back.
While she waited to adjust the temperature of the water, she dreamed of Red and of his little 'cutie'. Three meetings had gone by before she pulled her theft trick. And it worked perfectly. When she had asked him what it was that was sticking out of his back pocket and he had pulled out a new rolled up fifty dollar bill, the surprised look on his face had been so endearing that she had wanted to squeeze him then and there rather than threaten him with punishment. But she played her role as she had done in other cities, in other dens, so that she would not risk losing the prey for whom she had set her hungry trap. As usual, he protested his innocence vehemently and all the color left his face whenever she mentioned telling his father that she found her fifty dollar bill in his pocket.
Finally she had given him his choice, a spanking by his father or a spanking by her. Seeing that she was not going to believe him innocent, he suspected that her spanking would be the far more tolerable of the two and agreed to let her do it.
"Take down your pants," she said sternly. He flushed but undid his belt buckle and turning away from her gaze, unzipped his fly and let his pants fall down over his boots. He was thin for a fourteen year old boy, but the palms of her hands tingled with expectation. His little buttocks looked soft as the petals of a rose. He had not meant to let his underpants slip down off his buttocks and he had hurriedly put them back on. "That's all right," she demanded. "Take those off too."
"Everything?" he had stuttered.
"Everything!" she said. Obediently, he dropped the underpants as well and now faced the problem of turning back to her while preserving his modesty.
"Can't you do it like this?" he asked, bending his body forward and pressing his legs and naked young ass-cheeks as tightly together as he could.
"No," she answered in a tone that brooked no argument. "Come here and get over my knees." Laura's voice had faltered with a flood of emotion on the last sentence, but he had apparently noticed nothing different. A gradual warmth was creeping up her pussy walls. Then as her young den chief had turned to face her, in spite of his efforts to hide it with his boyish hands, she caught the first glimpse of his curie, as she called it. Hanging down flaccidly between his legs with the softly wrinkled foreskin covering the head of it. It looked for all the world like the tassel on her living room window shade.
She saw on his face that she had given him a shock too. She had pulled her knee-length skirt to midway between her thighs. She knew that it had never occurred to his fourteen year old mind that the dowdy Miss Davis of this world had pretty thighs!
When he did not move quickly enough for her, she had grabbed his arm and pulled him in to the warmth of her body, face downwards across her lap; his soft boyish buttocks staring up whitely at her. She paused a moment, then brushed his shirt tail up several inches above his waist, baring his entire rear end, and ran the palm of her right hand over his satin-smooth ass-cheeks softly, almost sensuously. His warm flesh seemed to burn her fingers and she felt a nice itchy glow in her pussy, as she began to spank him not slapping his buttocks really hard, just bringing her hand down on his cheeks very lightly.
Then his response finally came. Thrilled, she felt something hot and hard throbbing against her thigh, beating like the heart of a frightened bird. She knew, of course, what it was, but she pretended shocked surprise.
"Why, Red! What in the world is that?"
Red swallowed, mortified, that she should discover his erection. "It always gets like that when my mother or aunt spank me. I can't help it, Miss Davis. Honest I can't!"
The next thing the boy knew, Laura's free hand had moved up between his legs from behind to take hold of his swollen little penis. Oh how wonderful his boyish cock had felt in her palm. It had been months since she had held one. She continued to hold it for several minutes, not only for the feeling of it in her hand but to see what his reaction would be. After a brief stiffening jolt, he gradually relaxed and lay motionless across her thighs, everything silent in the empty clubhouse except the noticeable increase in their breathing. Then she had squeezed the swelling little rod of flesh and felt his shaft harden a little more. With this reassurance, she began a slow stroking, up and down, and heard him mewl contentedly.
"Feel good?" she asked him and now, stooped over the tub in her bathroom at home, she recognized the words that she had used with him, as with many others.
"Feel good?" he had once, long ago, asked her in the same way. But in this case the 'Ac' was Sandy, a fourteen year old boy who lived on her street when she was a child. She was only ten when he had invited her to play house with him in the marvelous privacy of his lilac bushes that over the years had conquered his back yard. She had been very excited by the maze of tunnels within the gigantic bush and had pointed out to Sandy where they could have their kitchen and where the living room and the dining room could be. But Sandy led her ever more deeply in until finally they were against the wooden fence that enclosed the yard. "This," he had announced simply, "is the bedroom, where we play mother and daddy," and he had proceeded to undress. She had wanted very badly to undress with him. Yet she did not know how to overcome her shyness so in spite of her curiosity and her desires, she had lain face down on the dirt and covered her eyes. When he pulled down her panties, she lay still, paralyzed with the raging conflict of her emotions. She was petrified but thrilled, and when he started to caress her naked little buttocks, he had said the same thing to her that she had said to Red in the clubhouse.
"Feel good?"
"Oh yes...yes...."
"No one ever do it to you before?"
"No."
"But you've done it to yourself?"
"Oh, no!" with self-righteous fervor.
Sandy had said nothing to her but had continued stroking and stroking until finally she could no longer stop herself and had turned to face him, her naked, hairless little pussy wet and throbbing before his eyes. That shadowy beautiful first time in the lilacs had remained with her all these years. Sandy, the person, had moved on and out of her life, never to know the great beauty he had given her, she had passed on over and over again to other fourteen year old boys like himself.
Red, in the clubhouse, she had teased further. "Lying is almost as bad as stealing," she warned him. "But playing with yourself is nothing to be ashamed of. It's quite wholesome, normal and sound. Even grown men and women find it necessary to touch themselves between their legs sometimes, to release tension." She paused and continued gently, "You have done it to yourself, haven't you?"
Red swallowed. She understood his reluctance to admit to such a thing. Finally he squeaked out an admission, "Yes, a couple of times."
Laura smiled, "You see how comfortable it is to be honest with each other. It feels so good to share secrets like that, doesn't it?" She stroked him maybe a dozen more times as he lay, now completely relaxed across her thighs. She felt her fingers getting sticky wet from the involuntary secretions that dribbled excitedly down from the tiny hole in the tip. Then she took away her hand and said, "You'd better get up now."
Laura smiled and shut off the water that was raising great clouds of bubbles in the tub. She remembered how he had eased himself off her lap with great reluctance and had stood beside her, looking just a little ridiculous with his pants and shorts down around his ankles, his penis jutting out from his smooth hairless belly like a pointer with a glistening wet tip. He was so disappointed. It was written all over his face. She knew that the gathering ache in his testicles would give him severe pain. But he never would have come to her home if he had finished in the clubhouse what she had started. How she looked forward to his coming. It would be very soon, too. She had better take her bath.
She lay in the tub, her long legs spread wide apart loving the warmth of the water that teased her cunt and stirred the burning, itching sensation in her vagina. Lulled by the lilac aroma of the bubbles and their sensuous touch on her olive skin, she automatically started to respond to the tingling messages in her body. Gradually her fingers curled downwards between her thighs, her middle finger threading its way slowly, hesitantly, between the velvet-soft lips of her cunt. She sighed at the pleasure of her-own touch, then paused a moment with a twinge of conscience. She rationalized that it was hardly necessary to be true to a boy she had not yet let fuck her. The finger curled deeper, moving as if with a mind of its own, over her stiffening clitoris and deep into the widening little mouth of her vagina.
She stared at the shimmering clouds of bubbles and felt as light as though she were drifting across the sky. She began breathing softly but with quickening excitement through her partly open mouth. Her hips began undulating smoothly against the enamel slipperiness of the tub, her middle finger moving faster now, in artful circles in and out of the softly furred opening of her warmly accepting pussy slit.
Laura moaned softly and her eyelids fluttered, her tongue licking frantically at her parted lips. Her free hand moved up to grasp her left breast and squeeze it, while her fingertips played with the desire-stiffened tip, gently at first, then more vigorously as her pleasure and excitement mounted and she rode the upsweep of a blissful climax.
"Oh, oh God, oh," she moaned as the waves of orgasm washed over her naked flesh. And for a wild, lovely moment, she was back, back, many years ago being fucked for the first time under a lilac bush that had conquered a yard.
Laura was finishing her bath and toweling herself dry when the doorbell rang, shattering the still sweetness of nostalgia. She tossed the towel aside and hurried into the bedroom, glancing at the large numerals on the clock radio beside her bed. It was just a few minutes past six. He was a whole half hour early! Hurriedly she pulled on an exceptionally fine pair of pink lace panties and drew on a fragile pink negligee over her otherwise naked body. Then she slipped her feet into a pair of mules that were two bouquets of pink and violet chiffon flowers with a scattering of green chiffon leaves, brushed her long chestnut hair over her shoulders and walked out of the bedroom.
Unlocking the door, Laura opened it as far as the chain-lock would reach. Red smiled back at her, his freckles disappearing a little into the slight flush on his face.
Laura had given him four days to see whether or not he would tell anyone about her spanking him and stroking his tender young cock into hardness that afternoon in the clubhouse but she saw no snickers and certainly heard nothing. She had not thought he was the kind to tell, but she had to be sure. She then felt safe in inviting him to her apartment.
She handled the situation with her usual skill, explaining that the first month was drawing to a close and she needed his help in planning the activities for their den during the coming month. Even Red could not be sure why she wanted to do this planning at her apartment rather than in the clubhouse. He could guess and hope, but could not be certain.
"We have nine months to plan for." Laura had pointed out. "Of course, we need not plan it all in one afternoon, but we'd best get a good start, don't you think?" Red had looked at her hopefully and then said in a manly voice, "Oh, yes. I agree, Miss Davis. We can't do it all at once, but we had better start. When?"
Laura glanced quickly around to make sure none of the cubs were listening, then she replied, "Tomorrow I have a meeting with Mr. Canton but if you could come to my apartment about 6:00, no 6:30?"
"Certainly," he agreed eagerly. "Certainly can, Miss Davis. We can get a lot done there." He smiled broadly.
Now he was there at her door and as she removed the safety chain she said, "You're a little early."
"Too early?" he questioned, crestfallen. "I don't have a watch so I didn't really know if I was early or late." Laura knew he was lying, but she was delighted by his ardor.
"No, not too early," she said and then more tenderly, "You can't come too early, Red. You're always welcome, remember that."
His brown eyes widened considerably at the magnitude of her invitation. And he positively stared as he stepped across the threshold and caught sight of the fullness of her loosely contained breasts in the soft pink, transparent negligee.
Laura closed the door behind the curious child and showed the way into the living room, well aware that his eyes were following the movement of her sensuously flexing buttocks under her thin negligee and panties. The fluttering in her nerves that this first attention always caused pervaded her body. It was always like this with each new adolescent conquest that she made.
"I haven't finished dressing, darling," she murmured to him and waved him to the couch. "Can I get you a nice glass of coke and a piece of chocolate cake while you're waiting for me? Before we start work?"
"Thanks," was his answer as he fought to keep his eyes off her lusciously-formed breasts so clearly enhanced by the negligee.
Laura was not in the habit of greeting her young visitors in such flimsy attire, at least not the first time. Fortunately she had not frightened Red. She had always feared coming on strong this way. Instead, the way he was staring at her, plus her own anticipation, unnerved her to the point where she found herself clutching self-consciously at the bodice of her frail gown. "Is something wrong, Red? I mean, the way you're staring. Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Oh, no, Miss Davis," was his quick embarrassed reply. His freckles once again threatened to disappear into another blush. "It's just that I never saw you look the way you look now, with your hair down. You don't look at all the way you do at the meetings. Your eyes...." He was suddenly speechless.
"Yes?" she asked, fishing for the compliment.
"Your eyes are beautiful!" he blurted.
Her smile deepened. "Well, thank you, darling!" She was beginning to feel the tremors in her belly again, but this time they extended to down between her legs. She decided she had better get him the coke and cake and slip on something less revealing for the moment.
"Suppose you start looking through those books there," she suggested. "They are a goldmine of ideas for games and projects. That paper on top has a list of the cub-pack's themes for every month." Then she turned and walked into the kitchen.
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CHAPTER TWO
Laura had bought a packaged chocolate cake because it was the one flavor she had never known a boy to refuse. Now she cut him a large piece and poured a tumMer of Coke, leaving enough room to plop two ice cubes into the glass. While cutting the cake, she wondered about the necessity of putting on more clothes. Red had made her feel a little uneasy by the way he stared at her. She didn't want to frighten him. Still, the sole purpose of inviting him had been to arouse him, and if he had not been frightened away yet...While getting the ice tray out, she decided she was clothed enough. So when she returned she was still wearing only the negligee with nothing underneath it except her pink lace panties.
Red was making an attempt to concentrate on an open page of games, but he looked up the minute she came in and quickly cleared the books from the coffee table in order to accommodate the tray she was holding. As she leaned forward to place the tray before him on the low table, the top of her pink negligee fell open, exposing her breasts to his view almost in their full, milk-white entirety. Still uncertain of the effect she was making, she straightened up and pulled the top of the gown together to cover her breasts. Yet she could see by his expression, the way his eyes were threatening to bug right out of his boyish face, that just the mere glimpse of her naked breasts had served her purpose admirably.
"Do you like Coke, Red? I didn't think to ask if you had some other preference," she said as though she were unaware that her breasts had been momentarily bared.
"That's fine, Miss Davis," he said in a rasping tone.
"I'm not sure it's the very best thing for a growing boy," she continued, "but I guess it's more popular than milk. Unfortunately."
"Yes," said Red, trying to eat and drink as normally as he did at other times.
"Milk is probably better for your virility. Do you know what virility means?"
"Being a man, I guess," choked Red, running his delicate fingers through his hair. He has lovely fingers, Laura thought.
"It means vigorous, forceful, procreative. Do you know what procreative means?" Confusion clouded his face and she decided it might be best to drop this track. What was she thinking? A mental quiz was hardly stimulating in the area she wished to stimulate. "I think we can work more easily if I sit beside you on the sofa," she said.
He moved a little to let her sit down and went on eating his cake and drinking his Coke as she gathered the looseness of her negligee around her legs and sat down alongside of him.
She waited until he had finished his cake and his Coke and had placed the empty glass with a sigh on the table before him.
"I'm wondering," she said then, "if we shouldn't give the opening ceremony an overhaul. The Cub Scout pledge gets tiresome after a while, don't you think? There are other things we could do." She was amused. She knew very well that the opening of a Cub Scout meeting was the farthest thing from his mind.
"I...I guess so, Miss Davis," he said, trying to concentrate on what she was saying.
"For example, we could play a button-button game with candies," she continued. He was gone beyond any interest in candy.
"I suppose," he stammered.
"Aren't you interested in helping me plan the den's activities for the month, Red?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Davis! It's just that...." he swallowed.
"It's just that what, Red?"
"It's just that...I thought we were going to plan games," he said lamely, "and that's where my mind was." Indeed it was.
"I doubt that eight and nine year old boys would be interested in the kind of games you're interested in. What do you think?" Poor Red. She sensed that her innuendos were too much for him and helped him out of the trap she had laid. "I mean, when you get to be fourteen, it's post office and spin the bottle, isn't it?" she teased. As she spoke, she deftly allowed the bottom folds of her negligee to fall open, baring her shapely leg almost up to the crotch band of her fine pink lace panties. It was as impossible for Red to ignore the liberal display of gleaming female flesh as it was for her not to see the way the lump at his crotch was straining against the material of his snug jeans.
"Well," she said with resignation, "I see I am supposed to spank you; isn't that what that means?" She pointed between his legs. Red felt as though he were caught with his hand in what his mother had always called "the naughty place". He tried to cover the telltale bulge with a book while at the same time staring as if mesmerized at his scheming teacher's bare thighs.
"I can't help it, Miss Davis," he spluttered.
"I see where you're looking, Red. Do you mean that just looking at my bare legs affects you that way?"
He gulped and nodded vigorously, his insides beginning to flame.
"But good grief, darling, they're only legs," she declared, trying to act and sound cool and collected. But inside her belly she was aware of a tightening and her pussy felt as though it were glowing enough to be seen. As if to emphasize her point more clearly, she opened her negligee a little wider to show him her clinging pink panties and the alabaster flesh of her thighs. Only the thin little crotch band of her panties hid her hair-covered pussy mound and the swollen lips of her vagina from his view.
It pleased her immensely to see the thin line of perspiration that had formed on his upper lip, his eyes burning like two hot coals. Together with the throbbing swelling beneath his jeans, she knew that further subterfuge was entirely unnecessary, that he was as ready as she.
"Suppose you lie down for a moment, dear," she suggested.
"But I thought we were going to plan the games," he said, a little foggy now.
"Later," she told him. "Right now I think we have a far more important game in mind. So you lie down and relax."
She moved forward on the couch cushion just enough so that he could stretch out to his full length on his back on the sofa. As most any boy of fourteen might be, he was hesitant, not at all sure what she had in mind. She knew his mood and enjoyed having filled him with fevered curiosity. As he lay sprawled on the sofa, she moved the coffee table out of the way.
She came now and sat at the right side of him on the sofa, her right hip against his so she could watch his expression while she worked on him. The obvious bulge in his pants had wilted a little due to his uncertainty, and Red was now lying there uneasily waiting for the older woman's next move. As she ran her hand along his thigh from his kneecap up to his waist, careful to skirt the slowly rejuvenated swelling, his young penis once again surged to full size, lewdly tenting out the material of his pants and making Laura smile. So far, she had not touched his little cock. Now she simply encircled the base of it with her fingers, teasing, watching it stiffen out and throb more and more excitedly.
She saw his eyes riveted on her breasts that the negligee barely covered, the material thin enough to outline the tight thrust of her nipples. "Would you like to touch them, darling?"
His hands fairly leaped up from his sides and grabbed her breasts through the light covering. He had never touched or held a woman's breast in his life. The feel of the soft, firm, weighty flesh in his fingers, the pebble-hard nipples against his palms, was one of the most delightful sensations the innocent red-haired teenager had ever known. He jiggled and squeezed them through the sheer pink nylon, pressing his fingers greedily into the dough-like mounds.
"Gently, dear one. Be gentle," Laura whispered. "They are very sensitive and you don't want to hurt Miss Davis's titties, do you?"
Then she closed her eyes and threw back her head, the muscles in her neck straining as his boyish hands went on fondling her thinly clad flesh. It was this awkward inexperience that meant so much to Laura, like the inexperience of her first affair. A boy's first touch of her body excited and electrified her as much as it did them. Maybe that was why she preferred young boys, virgins who had never fucked a girl before. Open-eyed, eager and unknowing they were, and it was impossible to predict what they would do next, how they would react, giving her the thrill of "being first" over and over and over again. There was nothing like it!
Laura took as much of his hands on her breasts as she could until he made them feel alive with an electric urgency, a desperate wanting. Then she opened her eyes, looked down at him and asked, "Would you like to open my negligee now, dear one?"
She showed him the knot in her belt, which he lost no time in untying and then he parted the gown, allowing her tingling breasts to spring free. He stared up at the full naked white mounds of flesh dangling above him, the nipples standing out against the soft whiteness like hot pink push-buttons. She started to lean into him so he could take one of the tiny buds in his mouth, but she found that he needed encouragement, so she gently pressed his cheeks so that his mouth opened and then she placed the nipple inside. Closing her eyes, Laura tensed with the stab of ecstasy his trembling young lips brought her as they encompassed her right areola and he sucked the aroused little nubbin in and out in an eager, heated rhythm. "Gently, darling. Don't bite and don't suck too hard. Just lick all around my titty. Go round with your tongue in little circles. There."
He did as she told him, slithering his tongue 'over her excited nipple like a live wire. Her hands at the back of his head, Laura pulled his face deeper into the warm spongy flesh of her breast. She took as much of his suckling of her right breast as she could stand, then she pulled the nipple, wet and inflamed, from his mouth and let him suck for a few moments at her left breast.
"Now you just lie back, darling, and close your big brown eyes," she breathed heavily, her hands already fumbling with his zipper. "I want you to promise that no matter what I do, you won't open your eyes, that you'll just lie there like a good boy. Promise?"
Red would have promised anything at this point. He panted as he laid his head back on the sofa cushions, stretched out his legs and snapped his eyes shut tight. "Don't worry about me, Miss Davis," he said. "I promise."
Laura could feel the tenseness of her young den chief's body as she finally managed to unzip his fly. She was not exactly calm herself. Her nostrils flared and her breathing deepened as she probed through the opening of his jeans, and then his white jockies with a shaking hand to wrap her long cool fingers knowledgeably around his hot penis. Little bird, she thought...precious little bird. Little cutie of a bird, come on out and play.
The incredulous fourteen year old squirmed and moaned with deepening pleasure as she slowly coaxed his rigid young cock out of his pants. His shorts were saturated with his eager seminal secretions and adhered to his cock like wet tissue paper as she maneuvered his slender rod of flesh around to get it out.
Finally Laura managed to steer it to his open fly and it sprang out like a flesh-colored missile leaving an underground silo. She took away her hand and stared down at his penis with keen delight. Except for those few brief hurried moments in the clubhouse, she had not taken a really close look. Now she could take all the time she wanted to study and admire it. It was small, of course, though fully erect and hard, but then the size of their penises was only a small part of Laura's attraction to teenage boys. Teenagers were so much more gentle, more accommodating and in their awkward inexperience, more appreciative than any grown man could possibly be. And when she was with these little boys, she could always smell the lilacs from that back yard so long ago.
The half-naked den mother also enjoyed the wicked excitement of exposing them to a woman's naked body for the first time. She stared with growing affection at the child's boyish cock standing up stiff and straight out of his open fly, pulsing as if with a heartbeat all its own. She could see the head, still sheathed, peeking out redly and shyly from the wrinkled softness of his foreskin, making it just as intriguing and exciting as if it had been twice the size as far as she was concerned.
Red's thighs twitched as Laura took hold of his penis again, her hand covering almost all of its length except the head. She loved the sponge rubber feel of it, and when she squeezed it, she could feel the inner core of its hardness. She bent it slightly and heard him moan. Then she began stroking him, applying slight pressure so that the foreskin moved back with each downward stroke, exposing mote and more of the bulging tip that was glistening wetly with viscous pre-cum. Finally the head slipped free, swelling up toward her and looking like a bright and shining Christmas tree bulb.
Laura bent forward until her moist lips were pursed no more than an inch away from the fourteen year old's wetly pulsing cockhead. Her pink, saliva-moistened tongue shot out like a chameleon's snapping at a fly to lave the slippery velvet surface of the boy's cockhead and then disappeared quickly back into her mouth as she swirled it around and hungrily savored the flavor of his youthful hardness.
It took time, patience, and discretion. A boy had to be checked out thoroughly to make sure there were no pitfalls, no kickbacks as there had been the first few times when she had seduced young boys into fucking her. They had to be played along very carefully as one would play a good game fish, until she was sure they were hooked. Then with a low groan of passion, she moved in swiftly.
She pulled down the youngster's jeans and underpants and brushed up the bottom of his pullover shirt, leaving the entire area between his knees and his bellybutton uncovered. The sight of his pale naked flesh, his penis standing up from the slight fuzz that glistened strawberry in a shaft of light, the delicate sac of his testicles hanging down between his skinny legs brought increased wetness and urgency to her tingling pussy, her nipples springing to new erectness.
She ached to take his boy-cock into her mouth and suck on it, but first she wanted to bring him the absolute maximum in pleasure. If he really were a virgin, and she had no reason to doubt it, she wanted his first time to be as memorable an occasion as hers had been. Further, it was important that he enjoy it so much that he could hardly wait until the next time they were together. For Laura there would be little satisfaction in a one-time-only deal. After being so patient and going to so much trouble to land him, she wanted to be able to depend on the youth for her sexual pleasure for as long as possible.
Taking hold of him again in her left hand, she held the foreskin back all the way and began licking the smooth, rubbery tip of his cock again. Her tongue went around and around until the hotly throbbing head was thoroughly moistened with her saliva, and then she tried to wedge the tip of her tongue down inside the tiny slit at the tip, licking away his slippery rising pre-cum as she went.
All the while, Red kept moaning, adrift in a whirling hot fog. But what really got him was when she took away her hand and began licking up and down the underside of his glans with the pointed end of her tongue that sent electric shocks hurrying down his length, all the way back to his anus. A couple of times, he felt as though he were going to cum. But experienced as she was in the art of cock-sucking, Laura knew all the warning signs and on each occasion drew back from his lewdly upstanding young penis in the nick of time. Of course this only tended to make Red more susceptible when she went back at him, nibbling her ovaled lips up and down along the underside of his pulsating shaft and licking at his churning scrotal sac, taking first one and then the other testicle into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Finally as eager to take his cock in her mouth as he was to have it there, she spread her lips wide and took his throbbing young hardness up inside. She let it rest a moment on the flat of her tongue, then forced the tip upward with it so that the small unsheathed head rubbed back and forth over the ridges of the roof of her mouth while she sucked furiously.
To her keen delight, she felt his hands reach up and grasp her softly swaying breasts, twisting and squeezing their pebble-tipped ripeness, his boyish fingers delightfully torturing her nipples into further erection. She wriggled her chin between his balls, her tangled hair falling at each side of her face, hiding from his eyes, had he disobeyed and opened them, her lewd sucking of his cock. Her moist lips moved tightly down his swollen hardness to its base, the bristly fuzz of his sparse young pubic hair tickling her nose. She took hold of his testicles in her right hand and squeezed them gently, her left hand gliding upward over his belly and beneath his shirt to finger his tiny erected nipples. All the while her head was moving with maddening slowness from side to side as she sucked like a vacuum on the delectable morsel of her young lover's flesh.
Then suddenly she could toy with him no longer. There were few things that Laura loved more than to feel the throbbing hardness of a boy's warm little teenage cock in her mouth. But always there came that moment when she wanted a cock fucking her pussy even more. With a final inward draw of her cheeks that threatened to pull the sperm right up out of his balls, she lifted her mouth away from him. The way his cock, inflamed and swollen with lust from her sucking, was throbbing, it looked as if he might cum right then and there.
He half-opened his eyes and looked up at her disappointedly, wretchedly. Certainly she was not going to leave him like that? She simply could not be that cruel.
She smiled faintly and rose from the sofa. "I know, dear one," she murmured, looking down at him in sympathy. "I know what you want and we'll do it that way later. But for right now for your first time I have something even better." She wiggled her shoulders just enough to allow her pink negligee to slide off them and down her arms to the floor. Then she moved a step closer to him, clad only in her thin pink lace panties, and smiled wickedly down at him. "Reach up and take them off of Miss Davis, darling."
The half-naked, freckle-faced teenager had all he could do to muster the strength to sit up and work her panties off over her hips and down her legs to join her negligee at her feet. He stared in open-eyed wonder at the luxuriant dark curls of her pussy mound glistening wetly up between her full, sensuous thighs.
Tummy drawn in, breasts thrust high, she held her breath and through passion-clenched teeth, hissed at him, "Touch it. Go ahead, darling. Go ahead, touch Miss Davis's hot little pussy!"
She spread her legs just enough to admit his hand. She gasped aloud and her back arched like a strung bow as his fingers brushed tentatively through her pubic hair and gently, curiously, caressed the pink moist folds of her pussy beneath.
"Ooooooh, Red...your fingers are so soft...so nice." Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her words came softly, huskily so that Red barely heard her. With the damp fleshy softness of her vagina against his palm, he ventured his rigid middle Finger between her wet pussy-lips and into the soft, slick, hot flesh inside. With another moan of ecstasy she pressed her nakedly hungering cunt down tightly against his hand as if trying to swallow up the whole of it.
To Red, whose middle Finger teasingly explored the hot wet slit, it was as if he were stirring a pot of warmly heated jelly that had no real substance, the hungering flesh clinging tightly to his finger as he started near her anus and eased forward, probing the softly throbbing folds of her pussy.
Laura gasped as she felt a second stiffened finger squirm in between her pleasure-engorged cunt lips, and again her spine arched as he continued to move his fingers forward to the front of her cunt. She shivered as his fingertips brushed unknowingly over the bud-like little titty of her clitoris and sent darts of hot desire shooting up through her cunt walls.
"Mmmmm...there, darling," she crooned smokily down at him. "Your fingers...keep them right there...but gently...ever-so-gently, my love...."
He rubbed obediently over her swelling clitoris for a moment, lightly as she told him to. Then he became more curious and made several attempts before he succeeded in trapping the slippery, elusive little button of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and jacking it softly up and down like a tiny cock.
Gentle as he may have been, each squeeze of her super-sensitive clitoris seemed to send and thousand-volt charge of electricity rippling through her aroused body and she squirmed in lust.
With a beginner's understandable wonderment and fascination, the wide-eyed young boy watched the older woman's naked gyrations as her milk-white body writhed spasmodically before him. He had never seen a grown woman or anyone else, for that matter, act that way. That Miss Davis, whom everyone called a sexless old maid, should act real hot and sexy like this was even more astounding to him.
"Mmmmmm, it's beautiful, dear one! Your fingers are like magic on my pussy!" she cried out as he kept grinding her hotly yearning little clitoris back and forth between his fingers as she ground her cunt down against his hand, her voluptuous loins and her belly alive with a mad passion that threatened to devour her completely.
Her obscenely squirming pussy continued to massage down over his knuckles and his palm as he kept caressing her hotly excited little cuntal nipple, squeezing and pulling the tiny pink wet bulb until Laura shook with passion, her throat choked with emotion. He was starting to make her cum!
She could feel her whole body quivering to the rhythm of his small, boyish fingers as her orgasm began building to a swelling crescendo in her desire-twisted belly. She took her own breasts in her hands and lifted them, squeezing and kneading them into wildly sensuous shapes as she opened her legs wider and ground her velvety pussy-flesh harder and harder down against young Red McGonigle's hand, wetting it from fingertips to wrist with the hot sticky wetness of her hotly flowing cuntal secretions. She wanted to grab his head, force his face between her legs and fill his mouth with her hungrily convulsing cuntal flesh, but she was too far gone, too weak with the overwhelming sensual sensations that gripped her nakedly trembling body.
Her limbs and her body stiffened and she held that way as her mouth dropped open and a groan of passion welled deep in her throat. Then, "Aaaaa...don't stop! Whatever you do, my darling...don't stop fingering my pussy! Oooooooh God...Oh, don't stop fingering it. I'm cumming! I'm cumminnggg!"
Every inch of her lust-wracked body quivered from head to toe, her torso whipping against his thrill inducing hand; then she shuddered violently as her orgasm exploded like a time-bomb in her belly. Legs wide apart and bent slightly at the knees, she humped his fingers frantically, trying to keep the wildly bursting cumming up inside her cunt going as long as she could.
When finally it abated, as usual, instead of appeasing her, it only aroused her more. She threw herself across her half-naked child lover on the sofa and kissed him passionately on the lips, her tongue invading his mouth to heighten his senses as her never-forgotten Sandy had done for her that day in the lilac bushes when she was ten years old. Then she invited his tongue into her mouth and sucked and pulled on it as she squirmed her naked body lewdly against his. She wanted to suck on his cock. She wanted to taste its boyish sweet flow again. But she didn't dare. Once she had him in her mouth, she knew she would never let him go again until he had spewed out all of his beautiful, boyish young cum right down her throat. As she had told him, she did not want that not this time, not first. So she had him move so she could lie down on her back on the sofa. Then she guided him up and over her naked loins, her thighs spread out wide on either side of him.
Laura was too hot to wait and see if he knew what she wanted him to do to her. Instead, she reached down between her openly splayed legs, found his boyishly excited penis and directed it up to her wetly hungering vagina. She heard the eager teenager hiss and lurch as she swirled his sensitive, unsheathed cock-head over her cum-moistened cuntal folds, concentrating up front on her clitoris.
"When I let go of you, darling, push," she purred tensely, eagerly. "Push that precious little dickie of yours up into my little pussy as deep and hard as you can."
It was an act that no male, adult or adolescent needed a blue-print to carry out. Even the lowest form of animal life did it, instinctively. In fact, even as Laura was giving him final instructions, Red was addressing a slow relentless pressure to her naked cunt.
Big or small, that first inward fuck of a young boy's cock up into her hotly waiting cunt always was to Laura, the most beautiful sensation in the world, almost better than the actual wildly screaming cum it drove her to later. This was no different. She could feel her eagerly throbbing vaginal lips being pushed apart, the band of circling muscles just inside tightening for an instant, then giving way under pressure to admit him. There was no pain and no further resistance as she felt his stiff young cock slide deeper and deeper into her churning belly until he was all the way in, right up to his sperm-filled balls that now slapped softly down against her nakedly trembling asscheeks, that she lifted off the couch cushions in lurid welcome.
"Ugh, ugh, oh God, Miss Davis, oh God, your pussy feels so good!" Red groaned.
They lay that way, den mother and den chief, motionless, for several moments with his youthful prick sunk deep up inside her cunt, throbbing rhythmically against her hotly pulsing clitoris while soaking in her steaming vaginal heat. Then finally she began to fuck up against him, guiding him into a slow, languid rhythm that best suited her.
Red, supporting himself above her on his elbows, watched her changing expressions as she twisted and squirmed beneath him, wondering if it was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. He had thought that the warm wet softness of her mouth around his aching cock was the most incredible sensation he had ever known and up to that moment it had been. But now, with his cock buried in the deep-sucking slit between her legs, there was just no comparison. The soft hot viscous flesh that engulfed his virilely pounding hardness seemed soothing and refreshing after the voluptuous feelings that her mouth and tongue and fingers had brought him.
For Laura, instead of diminishing, the pleasant sensations of her cunt seemed to increase the longer the boy's cock was up inside it, the more he followed her lead and humped with her. He had never massaged, but from-what he had heard, that was what she was doing to his cock, gently massaging the ache out of it with her hungrily flexing cunt walls and at the same time making it glow with a new fever.
Red told her he had masturbated and actually cum a few times since reaching puberty. But his hand had never felt like this, he thought, as she kept flexing her vaginal muscles tightly around his deeply buried young length.
And to Laura, he felt so good! He was just big enough to satisfy her. Any smaller and he would have simply teased her. Any larger and he would have hurt for she had no desire to accommodate herself to the full-grown cock of a man. She groaned delightfully with each downward fuck he made up into her hotly clinging pussy walls, grinding it up to meet him and cushion the slap of his pelvis against her with her abundance of soft, dark pubic hair.
She held her breath as he fucked down into her with one final, cunt-splitting lunge. Then her tongue began a wild licking at her lips as she felt his deeply buried young cock expanding more and more, stretching her tightly squeezing vaginal walls farther and farther apart.
"Hold still," she panted. Then her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly, she held him that way and began grinding her pelvis hotly up against his loins in long, lewd circular motions. At the same time, she began sucking inward with the muscles all along her wetly clasping vaginal sheath, and it was all he needed to let fly. He groaned aloud and she could feel his hotly spewing young cum shooting into her open belly in angry, pulsating streams of scalding wetness. His wild ejaculations triggered her second orgasm, and she moaned in lust-crazed rapture as her spastically sucking cunt closed in hard around his wetly spurting young cock, her tightly clenched cuntal walls again giving up a flood of honeyed thickness into the already overflowing valley of her greedily quivering vagina.
"Oh God, Red, oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming!" she groaned. "Oh, Red, little darling! You're a better den chief...than any of them anywhere!"
As she thrashed about on the sofa beneath him, she reached down frantically between their tightly pressed bellies for his cum-constricted balls to milk them desperately. She kicked out her legs to the sides now and opened her cunt to him as wide as if would go as his pulsing young hardness continued to throb out its completion. She could feel the white-hot spurts of semen rushing from his cock and filling her belly to the brim before flowing back out again from between her hotly contracting cunt-lips and down over her ass-cheeks to puddle lewdly on the cushions of the sofa beneath her.
Red continued to lie atop her for several moments, then slowly withdrew his cum-deflated young penis from her passion-soaked loins. Laura emitted a low moan of satisfaction, her arms and legs thrown wide apart in sensual exhaustion. After a moment, her eyes opened and focused on the freckled teenage boy above her.
"That was beautiful, dear Red. Just beautiful," she murmured. Then she studied his sweat-stained young face, asking the question not because she needed an answer, but because she wanted the sweet assurance of his words, "Did you enjoy fucking my pussy?"
"Gosh, yes," he told her enthusiastically. "It was really super!"
She smiled and brought him close so she could kiss his mouth tenderly. Then she pushed him away. "We had better do a little planning and if we get enough done...or maybe not enough done...we can spend another day "planning". He giggled in delightful boyish fashion. "But remember," she warned, "this must be our secret. We mustn't tell anyone. You can imagine what would happen!"
"Oh, I would never do that, Miss Davis!" he assured her.
"Then come on with me, Red, dear. I have a little extra treat for you."
She threw her pink negligee over her shoulders and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and let the boy kneel on the floor in front of her and watch up between her legs as a warm golden stream cascaded out from where his finger had been such a short time before. Laura knew by his wide-eyed stare that he would never tell and that there were many more blissful times in store for them as her cub scout pack would require more and longer planning as the months would go by.
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CHAPTER THREE
For Laura, the first den meeting after the initial tryst with a new boy was as perilous as walking a tight rope. What would be his reaction? What would he say? What would he do? Because of his immaturity, he was unpredictable. She thought she was getting wiser in her choices, but there was no way she could be absolutely sure. At the beginning of her activities, she had had problems with boys bragging, and there was many a town she left in a hurry after being threatened by shocked parents. Denials had done her no good. Demands for proof had been scorned. Town gossip was all the proof most angry parents needed.
And if they did not tell anyone, there was still the problem of whether of not they could hide their feelings successfully. Some boys could and some could not. She had suffered many a pinch under the workbench and had done many a chore that many a den chief came to consider himself too "privileged" to have to do. She had her fingers crossed that Red would be capable of the careful indifference she expected.
These first meetings always made her question her weakness for children and the wisdom of indulging herself. After each major problem, she had resolved never to let a young boy fuck her again. But hers was a craving so intense, so powerful that when desire stirred deep within her and her tormented body cried out for more than the flimsy makeshift of a dream, all fear of retribution or consequences was driven from her mind and without even considering alternatives, she began blindly to set up another trap in another town.
Now she was concerned this Wednesday afternoon when she had to face Red in the meeting for the first time since his sexual initiation on her sofa. Fortunately, den chiefs were supposed to arrive early and Red had always been conscientious, although she had seen the characteristic evaporate in the past. Red was early, but before she could warn him or make any suggestions, he was asking her, without batting an eye, for any specific instructions she had for the meeting. She found herself taking her cues from him. It was a new and delightful experience.
In the middle of the meeting she met his eyes with admiration and gratitude. A tingling numbness pervaded her legs. Try as she might to concentrate on the games and carefully planned activities, it was Red who had to rescue her time and time again. All she could think of was his young fourteen year old body stretched out on her sofa, his rigid little penis standing up from his belly, the foreskin peeled back and its bright, tapering head gleaming wetly. She ran her tongue over her lips and imagined she could taste the slick juice that seeped from the tiny hole in the tip of his boyish cock.
She discovered that the mere thought of his desire-inflated young hardness was causing familiar electric tremors to ripple through her loins. Laura had to look at her notes to remember the trick she wanted to do for the boys that day. They were looking at her expectantly. It must be time. She took a small piece of paper from her notebook and tore three tiny pieces from it, about the size of dimes. "I'll bet you don't believe I can blow only one piece off my hand," she said, her voice sounding hollow in the sudden stillness that fell on the room. She placed the three bits of paper on the back of her hand. "Who will choose which piece is to be blown away?" They became interested now and Dennis was the first to choose so she placed a finger on each of the unchosen papers and blew Dennis's choice toward him. They laughed and "Awwwwwed" and told each other whom they would try it on when they got home. Was it her imagination or was there a glint of amusement in Red's eyes that had nothing to do with the paper trick?
"Miss Davis," he spoke respectfully. "We were hoping you would be Guinevere for us in the Camelot pageant."
"One of the boys can do that," she said.
"Aw, no one is willing to be a girl," he said. "It doesn't seem fair to pick someone against his will, do you think?"
"No, of course not. You could build your play around a queen who actually never comes on stage, though."
"That's true." They had not thought of that and now they were in a huddle again making a decision.
She could not understand her strange preoccupation. For a long, long time, no other boy had made her feel this way. Could it mean that Red McGonigle was going to be someone very special to her?
She pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feeling growing there but that was a mistake. The increased pressure on her cuntal lips only induced new sharp stabs of hungering sexual arousal to flood into her hot belly. How she wished she were alone here with Red. The couch was not the most comfortable one, but her body was so permeated with maddening sensations that even the floor would have been fine. Even if alone, she could at least ease the ache in her breasts and quiet the itchiness between her legs. She played with the thought of slipping a hand beneath the workbench and rubbing it over her tingling pussy just to relieve the tension, but it was not a serious thought.
After that meeting, Laura asked Red if it would be possible to continue their planning of the den's activities for the future later that evening in her home. She never saw Red clean up the clubhouse so fast. He hurried his young helper, Jimmy, to distraction. "I can't," the poor nine year old kept protesting in vain. "I can't do it that fast!" It did not take them long even though there was the extra work of packing the toys and clothing which the boys had collected for Goodwill. As far as the drive for
Goodwill went, the den had its lean months and its fat ones. This was going to prove to be a very fat one, she could see.
Still it was not long before they were able to leave the clubhouse and only one half hour after that when Red was once more at her door and again being ushered into her living room. This time she tried harder to look as young as possible, wearing her chestnut hair in a pony tail while leaving long ringlets to frame her oval face. She wore a mini length denim skirt to show off her thighs and a pink jersey pullover with a scooped neckline. With no bra underneath, the pink material hugged the voluptuous contours of her full, rounded breasts and showed clearly the slight distention of her nipples. The denim skirt barely covered her favorite pink lace panties. She wore cloth sandals that matched her skirt and had even painted her toe nails with pink glitter!
As well as making her look younger, she naturally hoped that her attire would excite Red, would make him feel as hot as she. Whether her preparations were directly responsible, she saw an immediate swelling in the crotch of his boy-scout uniform pants, telling her he had another full-blown erection. What did she expect? She knew the way the tight pink top molded to her swaying breasts and made them more alluring than if she were naked.
"I think we had better get right down to planning, don't you?" She could hardly keep a straight face, knowing that scouting was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. "I found some marvelous ideas in this magazine," she said, deliberately bending over to the low magazine rack, her back to him and her legs straight. Red watched in a trance as her denim skirt crept up to show the twin mounds of her voluptuously sculptured ass flesh straining tightly against the flimsy material of her pink lace panties. The thin vertical little slit of her cunt was plainly visible thought it and a few stray wispy strands of her pussy hair curled sensuously out from the leg bands. Wild desire swept through him, and he could not resist the temptation of taking a couple of steps toward her, grasping her hips and pressing his erection lewdly up into the soft-firm crevice of her open buttocks as she bent over before him.
Laura did not straighten at once. Instead, she ground the softness of her cunt-mound teasingly back against his loins as if trying to fit him between her panty-clad ass-cheeks while thrilling to the hardness of his cock through the material of his scout uniform trousers. When finally she straightened up and turned to face him, the embarrassed teenager sheepishly dropped his eyes. He was still unsure of himself. She looked at him with mock severity.
"I thought we were going to plan our next meeting...." she said, her gaze traveling down to his obvious erection. "However, I suppose we must take care of certain unfinished business first." She sighed as if it were the last thing she wanted. He raised his eyes as high as her stiff-nippled breasts then dropped them again without answering her.
"I think maybe you had better follow me," she said, and keeping a safe distance in front of him, led the way into the bedroom.
Red had never been in her bedroom before. It was all in lilac and white and seemed to him to be very large in comparison with his own small room at home. He had never seen a round bed before either or a great quilted, flowered spread that matched the drapes. "Did you make them yourself?" he asked, pointing alternately to the bed and the window.
"I am not that clever," she admitted and suggested softly that he go ahead and sit on the lilac scented bed. She stood before him, her knees touching his, her breasts thrust high and outward so that her swollen nipples protruded brazenly through the pink jersey top. She waited until the novelty of the room had subsided and his attention had returned to her.
"What's troubling you, darling?" she asked with a carefully sweet smile as though she could never guess in a million years.
The excited teenager ran his tongue over his parched lips and fastened his eyes on her thinly covered breasts.
Following his gaze, she asked, "Do they bother you so much?"
He held his breath and nodded his head.
"Would my dear one like to kiss them?" she teased.
He swallowed again. "Yes...yes, Miss Davis...very much."
"Well, I don't want you biting any holes in the front of my jersey so...." She pulled the pink, material over her head and on second thought, decided to leave it bunched under her arms. Her torso down to the waistband of her skirt lay nakedly bared to him. The strawberry-red nipples of her taut white breasts stood out stiffly, tempting the freckle-faced young boy, begging to be kissed.
His hands moved to her hips, and he brought her still closer to him between his thighs and began licking her naked belly and sides, his lips skittering their way upward until they closed on her swollen right nipple. Shivers of sensual delight ran through Laura's vibrant body as her young lover pulled and sucked ravenously on her nipple, pressing his nose and chin deep into her warm alabaster flesh. Then his hand found her left breast and began playing finger games with the turgid nipple. Laura closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. The boy's hand on one sensitive breast, his mouth on the other were going to drive her out of her mind! Her breasts felt enormous, hot and tight-skinned and tingling as if ready to burst. If he didn't stop, she would have an orgasm without him even touching her down there between her thighs. But it would be only a skimmer and she didn't want that. She wanted to cum big!
With an almost supreme effort, the hotly aroused den mother pushed herself away from Red, stripped off her top and threw herself half-nakedly backward across the round, flowered bed beside him. She looked up at him through lust-dazed eyes. "Kiss me, darling...kiss me and touch me all over. Hurry, Red, please. Don't let me cool off, not even for a second!"
He was back at her voluptuously wide-set breasts in a second, sucking hard on them. But as beautiful as the sensation was, Laura didn't want that. She wanted something more. With both hands she began pushing his head downward, felt him kissing the warm underside of her right breast...then her stomach...lewdly probing her navel with his tongue.
She fumbled open the zipper at the side of her skirt, worked it down over her hips and legs and then off her feet. All that covered her now WaS her pink lace panties, so snug and sheer that they outlined obscenely the prominent rise of her pubic mound and the luxurious growth of dark curling hair that covered it. But Red, hardly noticing, was still licking and kissing her belly on his way back up to her breasts when she stopped him and forced his head downward again.
"Kiss me as I told you, darling, all over," she panted, her voice thick with desire now.
He hesitated as if he had not expected she would want him to do that. Not that he particularly objected. He simply had never dreamed any woman would want him to do such a thing as kiss her down there, between her legs. He remembered the wild hot sensation she brought him when she had kissed his penis and then sucked it deep up inside her mouth and could not help but wonder whether she would experience the same beautiful feeling.
He ran his lips over her stomach again, kissed her tense belly just below her navel...then he was on the lacy material of her panties, kissing his way downward. Up close like this, he could see an occasional black hair that had worked its way through the lace to tickle his nose. He moved lower and smelled the feminine warmth of her hotly aroused cunt. Surprisingly, it was rather fragrant, almost like lilacs, like the bed itself when he first sat on it. Maybe she took her scent from the bed or the bed took it from her. He never expected a woman's cunt would smell like lilacs.
She parted her legs just enough so that he could get his head between them, his face close now to her warmly secreting pussy slit. Here, the soft, thin fabric of her panties was damp, and he had his first real taste of a woman's sex juice. He sure wanted more!
"Ooooooohh," Laura mewled as his face disappeared completely from view deep between her thighs as he planted moist tickling kisses on her swollen vaginal lips through her panties, his tongue flicking like summer lightning at her hotly tingling little pussy-hole beneath until the fabric was saturated with his saliva and her uncontrolled cuntal secretions.
Laura's hands glided sensuously over his stiff-pointed breasts to slide slowly down over her smooth flat belly to come to rest on her sharply flaring hips. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she began slowly pushing them down around her asscheeks.
"My panties," she breathed heavily. "Take them off, darling. Take them off and then kiss Miss Davis' hot little pussy down there."
Red offered no argument as his hands helped hers drag down her desire-drenched panties. Then he ran his hands over her nakedly revealed body, caressing her nudely squirming belly, taunting her pubic curls, lewdly fingering the puffy lips of her hungrily moistened cuntal slit. So great was his need for her, that Red's cock began throbbing wildly inside his pants.
"Can...can I fuck it up into you now?" he gasped.
"In a little while, darling. I'll take good care of you, I promise," she murmured, completely out of it. "First do me with your beautiful little mouth, dear one. I'm so on fire down there, I think I'm going to go crazy!"
He crooked his middle finger and threaded it teasingly up into the tight wet opening of her vagina while his thumb sought out the super-sensitive little nipple of her cunt that had made her cum so quickly the other day.
She thrashed about on the bed as he found it, crying out, "Oh, no, Red! Please don't. Do me with your mouth and your tongue, lover...not your finger...Oooooooh God, make my pussy cream with your tongue, darling!"
With that he obediently withdrew his hand and began coursing his lips back and forth across her hotly undulating pubic mound, darting his tongue in through her desire-moistened pussy curls and sneaking it deep into the moist warm hole of her cunt. That same sweet lilac flavor greeted him. He lifted his head to tell her, "God, Miss Davis, you taste like flowers between your legs."
She smiled as Red's tongue licked probingly over her passion-flushed pussy-flesh until he found the tiny little nerve center of her clitoris, the sweet musky aroma of her cunt inflamed his senses as he began tormenting the hungrily pulsing little pleasure bud, lashing it maddeningly back and forth until it seemed he would surely drive her completely insane.
Laura came completely apart then. With a low moan of pure lust, she twined her pink-nailed fingers in Red's strawberry hair and drew his wetly flooded young face up tighter into her seething loins. Closing her thighs convulsively around each side of his moving head, mesmerized by the magic of his hungrily swirling little teenage tongue and the lewd hot suction of his mouth.
"Ooooooh, my little darling," she moaned, writhing and grinding her cunt up against his laving mouth. "My beautiful little lover. Keep sucking...sucking! Oooooo...yes . . .yes! I'm going to cum...ccccuuummmm!"
And cum she did!
The obscenely spread-eagled den mother felt her climax ripple through her shuddering flesh as her boy-lover, experiencing his first taste of hotly flowing female pussy, continued sucking furiously and the warm wet juices of her orgiastic pleasure trickled down his throat. At his first sign of relaxation, Laura drew her still passionately quivering cuntal flesh away from him, let her drawn-up legs collapse limply to the bed, and lay back with her eyes closed to enjoy to the utmost the afterglow of her climax. But only until she heard the sound of Red sliding open his zipper.
She opened her eyes to see the panting fourteen year old pulling down his boy-scout pants and undershorts to his knees and getting ready to crawl between her legs to fuck her. So she sat up quickly and drew her legs together to hold him off.
"No, darling," she said, looking down hungrily at the blood-engorged shaft of his penis, the foreskin only half-covering the glowing purple-red tip, from which a long thread of his eager pre-cum trickled onto the bed. "Not that way. First take off your whole scout uniform."
Red met her gaze curiously as he knelt beside her on the bed, his pants around his knees and his boyish cock standing out boldly from between his legs. "Everything?"
"Everything, darling," she crooned. Then while he took off his pants, his shorts, and even his shoes and socks, she worked his scout shirt off his arms. When he was completely naked she had him lie down on his back on the bed, his penis standing up from his belly, stiff and straight. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his bared chest, and kissed him warmly on the mouth. Then as she drew back, she whispered, "Now! Are you going to get it! You just close your eyes and dream of all the most beautiful things your mind can conceive of a beautiful girl doing to your beautiful little cutie penis."
She kissed him again and then moved her head down so she could tease his tiny male nipples to hardness. Then drawing back for a moment, she looked down at his cock, shivering and straining upward with eager expectancy from his almost hairless young loins. Laura leaned forward and began licking the pearl-like secretions off it as she would melted ice cream dribbling down the sides of a cone. She licked his swollen testicles too and the insides of his tight young thighs. Then gently, lightly as a butterfly, with just the tips of her fingers, she worked the thin, soft foreskin down off the head of it and tickled his exposed cock-head with the ends of her long hair then with the desire-sensitive tips of her breasts.
He moaned almost to the point of sobbing as his nakedly kneeling den mother parted his legs just enough so that she could get between them. With just the barest tip of her tongue, she found the delicate skin just behind the smooth coronal rim of his penis. She was well aware that this was the most sensitive area of the male body, that by flicking it lightly back and forth with her tongue as if she were strumming a guitar, she could drive him to sheer ecstasy.
"Ooooohh, I'm starting to feel funny," he rasped.
"Sure you are, my darling," she soothed as she ran her tongue down to the base of his fever-flushed cock and then back up again a few times. Finally she returned to the ultra-sensitive cleft at the underside of the excitedly throbbing head to resume her maddening strumming and licking.
Then all at once he cried out. "Oooooooh, I think...I'm going to...cum! Oh, Miss Davis! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!"
"Don't try to hold back, lover, let it cum," she groaned as she opened her mouth wide, gulped his wildly throbbing young cockhead up inside and continued to work her tongue furiously over the rigid underside as she sucked him deep into her saliva-heated throat. As much as she loved the feel of his slender young cock filling her mouth, she wanted his thickly spewing young sperm even more.
Her head became a whirl of chestnut haze as she pumped it up and down furiously on his boyishly expanding hardness her sharp teeth grating over the slippery tip and gripping him like a tight, hot little hairless cunt.
"Cum, baby, cum for Miss Davis," Laura gurgled in a frenzy through her cock-stuffed lips. "I want every drop of you spurting down into my belly."
Red's naked young buttocks were bouncing up and down off the mattress as he fucked his painfully quivering cock in and out of the older woman's butter-soft mouth. And then it was that very moment when everything in his balls seemed to explode and rush out through the only escape gap open to it, the tiny slit in the end of his cock.
Laura choked and gasped momentarily as she felt his torrent of hotly spewing cum shoot into her mouth and rush down her throat. But this was no new experience for her. She had been sucking boy-cock for almost as long as she had been fucking them, and not a drop of his precious semen escaped her greedily ovaled lips as she coaxed blast after blast out of his rhythmically jerking young penis.
Even after it had stopped spurting, she kept his spent cock harbored in her mouth, sucking and licking and trying to help him regain his hard-on. There was a faint hint of rebirth, but it was more a reflex reaction, and finally she pulled her mouth off him.
"Mmmmm, that was delicious, Red, darling," she purred as she licked the last drop of cum from his exhausted penis and then let it fall gently down between his splayed thighs. "Did you enjoy it too?"
"Wow, Miss Davis. That's all I can say, wow!"
"Maybe we can do it again once we have finished planning our next den meeting," she suggested as she moved upward to cover him with her naked body, her face just above his. "Would you like that?" she whispered intimately.
He considered for a moment then replied, "I...I think I'd rather fuck you better afterwards."
"If that's how you prefer it, that's how we do it," she smiled. They put on just enough clothes so as not to be distracted while they planned the activities and tried some tricks, the final trick being, how to keep from cumming the longest.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Of all the boys she had ever known, none had thrilled Laura Davis like Red McGonigle. It could have nothing to do with his coming to her a virgin and being taught by her because almost all of the boys had been virgins. Yet none could match the slender freckled boy's skill. Perhaps living with disinterested and harsh parents had taught him sensitivity as well as discretion. There was no doubt that he was becoming very special to her, very, very special.
He always knew precisely where and how to touch her breasts and pussy and exactly when to start or stop licking or fucking her. Also, it was no time at all before he was able to have more than two ejaculations a day and the intervals between were growing shorter and shorter. His penis was no longer than that of a normal fourteen year old boy. Possibly her vagina had adjusted to his exact size. She had no idea whether vaginas do this or not, but it sounded reasonable. Anyway, she never in her life had felt more completely fulfilled.
Above all he began to invade her most precious adytum, her hallowed memory of sex in the lilac bush. One morning as she was drifting out of a deep and peaceful sleep to the heady odor of lilacs and the soft touch of love on her nubile breasts, the old familiar fantasy was so real that she thought she could even smell once again the dank musty odor of the root rutted earth where she had lain her head. In her dream, she half opened her eyes and for the first time, saw not the young blond boy who had lived on her street but Red McGonigle in all the splendor of his freckles, his soft hairless chin and wide, passionate brown eyes.
This was astounding. She never would have believed it possible that she could fall in love with him! She turned away from the thought immediately. It was too incredible for a woman nearing thirty could be in love with a fourteen year old boy! Yet, she could no longer even remember Sandy! It was Red she thought of every minute of the day and Red she dreamed of at night. When she was away from him, even for a few days, she was miserable. She looked forward eagerly, not only to their secret rendezvous, but to the cub meetings, where her greatest problem became controlling her voice when it was necessary to speak to him or to ask his help in their activities.
They showered and bathed together, and Laura had learned the name of every star in the heavens almost so that she could call each freckle by the name of a star. They stayed naked and touched and fondled each other from the moment he came to her until the moment he left. There were few satisfactions that they did not taste, fellatio, cunnilingus, and to please Red especially, normal intercourse. They tongue-washed each other from head to toe. She would never neglect him, she promised, or deny him his pleasure, whatever it might be. This would remind her that the biggest sorrow of her life would be the final gift she must give him some day, for this could not go on forever. Some day...some day...but this was not the time to think of that.
Oh God, how she loved him and how she wanted him! She had never been one to cheat on her boys. It was her nature to be loyal to the ultimate catastrophe, exposure. As hot and sexually hungry as she sometimes became away from Red, regardless of how overpowering the urge to fling herself into her lilac scented bed and drift away on the faint breeze of a long-ago summer, she never once finger-fucked herself. She saved every last drop of love-juice in her body for Red. She wanted nothing to detract from the precious moments when they were alone together and he was fucking her to cumming.
She did everything she could for him without arousing suspicion. She ferreted him off to the circus, to ice shows, to the movies, to ballgames, to the beach. He repaid her in the way she most wanted, in bed. He sucked her pussy and licked her breasts. He fucked her regularly and never refused to come to her at any time. No one seemed to notice their relationship at all. This alone was bewildering. But if the little cub scouts snickered about her relationship with their den chief, they would whisper of favoritism, nothing more. They could not suspect what they did not understand.
She bought him a green silk robe to wear in her apartment. The collar and cuffs were velvet, the design on the silk noticeable only in certain gleams of light caught on a fold of the silk as he turned his body this way and that. He could barely breathe, the first time he put it on and never quite lost his childish awe.
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Laura dreamed of him one morning. He was dressed in his green robe, his strawberry hair glistening in the morning sun that shafted in through her bedroom window and with the power of his mind alone he titillated her. She opened her eyes, crying out to him that he was driving her crazy. She fully expected to see him there at the curve of her bed, his brown eyes lit with the amusement of his mischief. Alas, he was not, but her body was feverish with the thought of him. She drew herself as hot a bath as she could stand and used so much bubble bath that great white mountains rose over the tub, dropping some of their peaks onto the tiles of the floor. She immersed herself into the steaming liquid with some difficulty and rubbed her legs and arms and shoulders with the rough cloth and then moved it more languidly over her full aching breasts. Her Fingers squeezed and pulled lightly on her hardening nipples. Her aroused body was wracked with the sensual pain of the dream. Over and over she bathed the soft, sensuous inner flesh of her thighs.
She could feel her foam-tipped breasts rising and falling as her breathing increased, and she knew she had to get out of the water immediately. She pulled a huge lavender bath towel from the rack, stepped out of the tub, and began to rub herself dry. Every inch of her skin was so sensitive that even the lightest touch of the rough toweling only stimulated her that much more. She brought the towel up to her breasts and began to rub more vigorously. With a supreme act of will power, she lowered the towel but let her right hand fondle her breasts gently, the palm of her hand pressing and flattening and caressing her pulsating nipples. Eyes closed, mouth partly open, she reveled in the exquisite pleasure she was bringing herself. At the same time she began to dry the dark-haired triangle of her pussy mound, and the touch of the rough towel against her sensitive cuntal lips gave her such a stab of pleasure that she sucked in her breath and rubbed the spot more briskly. Soon the touch of the towel was not enough. She let it slip from her hands and spread her legs wide apart.
Tenderly, lightly, her hands moved down over her trembling belly to her loins, and she began pulling at the crisp dark tendrils, as her fingers slipped in between her legs. Maybe it was the sudden chill of the tile floor as she unwittingly stepped from the rug, or the electrifying touch of her fingertips on her super-sensitive vaginal lips, but she suddenly opened her eyes to the full length reflection of her nakedness in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, saw her hands thrust obscenely down between her legs and realized what she had been about to do.
She rushed into her bedroom as though he were indeed there by the curve of the bed in his green silk robe. She imagined the boyish trembling of his delicate lip and sobbed out to the empty room, "Oh, no! Forgive me, Red, oh my dear one. Please forgive me!"
She lived in purgatory until the cub scout meeting that afternoon. Fortunately for her nerves, he arrived earlier than the boys of the den. "My place, darling, just as soon as you can get there," she whispered. He was about to answer when Jimmy rushed in and soon after him, three more boys in their blue and gold cub scout uniforms.
Laura decided it was the longest meeting she had ever held. Each five minute activity seemed to take half an hour. She stayed on the other side of the room from Red as much as possible, and he, true to his marvelous sensitivity, understood this deliberate strategy and was careful not to impose his uncomfortable presence. She did not dare risk touching him. As it was, all the boys knew that Miss Davis was not feeling well, and that it was necessary to speak twice before she could understand what was being said. As soon as the meeting was at an end, she fell into a turbulent activity of helping Red and Jimmy clean up the nails and hammers and odd pieces of wood that were scattered on the table. She noticed that Red kept eyeing Jimmy, wishing him away, no doubt. How wonderful it was to have him want her as much as she wanted him!
"Good bye, Miss Davis," Jimmy called from the doorway. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Good bye, Jimmy, and thanks," she remembered to say. He was gone.
"Miss Davis," Red said sheepishly. "I wasn't able to tell you before but I have a job now so that I can earn some money for Christmas. I'm terribly sorry, but a guy has got to have money."
"Oh my darling," she told him, crushed with disappointment. "I can let you have any money you need."
' He frowned. "I'd rather earn it myself. It's not the same somehow." He was thinking of a very special gift he wanted to buy for her. He could not very well get it with her own money!
"What time do you have to be at work?"
"As soon as possible. It's just at the bowling alley, but I'm supposed to be there to be after school except that Mr. Leonard made allowances for my scout meetings."
Laura could not see herself doing without him today of all days, not after the tormenting morning and afternoon she had put in. "Wait here with me a little while. Mr. Leonard knows you have to help with planning the meetings, doesn't he?"
"Y...Yes, but...."
She did not give the teenager a chance to protest. In two rapid strides she put the Goodwill collection outside the clubhouse door.
"You forgot the clothes box in the corner," Red said, moving to help her.
"Good. You finish that while I get the folding screen set up here to hide the couch."
"Oh, I don't know, Miss Davis," he objected as he came in and closed the door carefully after him. He turned the lock and tried the handle. It was locked. Are you sure you can hide everything behind that screen with these two big windows to see through?"
"Let me check," she decided. "Sit on the couch, and I'll go peek in the windows."
She unlocked the door, stepped into the dusky early evening, and peered briefly through every pane of glass. Oh God, it had to be all right. She was frantic!
She returned quickly, closed the door after her, and assured Red that on the outside chance that anyone would bother to look, the couch was safely hidden from view. "We'll hurry, little lover," she assured him further. And indeed, she didn't want to waste any time. She whipped off her blouse immediately. She knew that it made his young cock twitch into hardness to watch her remove her bra, no matter how many times he had seen her do it in the past. So she stood before him, reached up behind her and unhooked it. Then with her eyes riveted on his face, she leaned forward slightly and let the brassiere straps edge slowly down her arms, the cups slowly baring her breasts.
Her nipples were red and hard and tingled as they had for most of the day. She took a step closer to him and leaned into him a little more. He caught a breast in each hand and pulled one of them to his mouth and sucked voraciously on the eagerly straining nipple.
Laura shivered and sighed with the sensation that his mouth and tongue and hands brought her after the long day of wanting. She was so keyed up, it would have been a simple matter for her to have cum right then and there, just having the boy sucking her naked breasts.
Without his being aware, she slid open the zipper at the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor, her panties following close behind it. Today, in keeping with her uncontrollable body heat, she had worn her favorite pink lace panties, and now, stripping away her clothes she felt especially naughty because they were using the clubhouse, a building erected especially for the use of small boys for the innocent activities of the very young. She knew she looked just like a hot cunted whore, and to complete the erotic picture she had of herself, she removed the pins from her hair and shook her chestnut locks into sensuous disarray down over her shoulders.
Still careful to stay within the shield of the folding screen, she took a step backward away from him so he could have a look at her in the softening twilight. The sight of her, a symphony in pink and pale white flesh and a haze of chestnut hair, took away Red's breath for an instant. Then he grabbed her nude hips, drew her close to him and buried his boyish face in her black-fringed pussy flesh, his tongue sneaking lewdly up into the hot wet slippery slit between her thighs.
There was no longer any guesswork on his part about where the sexual nerve-center of her body was located. His tongue went right to her clitoris and began licking all around it, then whipping it back and forth in maddening little, wet slurping lashes. Laura was quick in cumming, as she knew she would be. Due to the long buildup she had given herself since early morning, she went off in a lot less than the allotted two or three minutes, and violently! She ground her cunt almost cruelly against Red's face in the shudders of her sensual fulfillment, her body jerking spasmodically with each wild pulse of her orgasm, filling his mouth and throat with the liquid outpouring of her passion as she imprisoned his cum-slickened young face tightly up in the openly gushing split of her steaming pussy.
When she had ridden her climax to its conclusion, she pushed him back down on the day-bed, tore off his trousers and shorts, and grasped hold of his rigidly throbbing young cock. She hungrily licked away the semen that had collected on it, and massaged his pounding young balls all the while she was moving up onto the narrow couch and kneeling over him, with her still feverishly hungering eunt hovering just above his up-thrust hardness. With deliberate, tantalizing slowness she began rubbing the hotly dripping flanges of her open cunt back and forth over the exposed head of his cock, wetting it thoroughly, exciting herself as much as her gasping little den chief lover.
Red sighed ecstatically as she gradually lowered herself down on his cock and it slid up into her quivering belly like a flaming skewer of fire, inch by torturous inch, until she had swallowed all of him deep up inside her belly and her clinging wet cunt flesh squashed down onto his almost hairless young loins. She held herself there for a long moment, watching the expression of sheer rapture on the fourteen year old's face. Then she began to move against him. It was that very instant that she heard someone breathing heavily behind her. With a choked cry of fear, she turned her head to look up over her shoulder. At the same time, Red lifted his head off the day bed and, looking past her hip, cried out shrilly, "Ernie!"
Ernie! She could barely gather her wits but with a reflex action, she tore at the khaki blanket that they had left in a heap at the foot of the couch. Then thinking better of that, she stooped forward to snatch up her maize blouse and the long blue skirt. It was not necessary for Ernie to say a word to Red. All the latter had to do was to look up at the big Goodwill truck driver with his massive shoulders like a football lineman, and he shivered in paroxysms of terror. He had no idea what a man did to a boy he caught in such a situation, and as if in one continuous motion, Red was off the bed and pulling up his pants as he dashed out the clubhouse door.
Ernie followed after him, watching him go, then kicked the door closed, focusing his full attention on Laura, who stood with her back pressed against a far wall, too weak to dress and holding her skirt and blouse up in front of her trembling body, trying to hide her vulnerable nakedness. Laura figured Ernie was about 35. It was hard to say because he was one of those rangy men, lean and sinewy, who never seem to age unless their hair begins to gray. Ernie's hair was mousy and cut too short to teVV whether there might be any wisps of gray around the ears, the first place Laura looked. He had the makings of a pod, though, a beer pod, although he insisted that it wasn't there. He was popular with the boys and more than one had asked Laura why she didn't ask him to be their 'Den Dad', since they couldn't get anyone else. But Laura was a little wary of him, not because there was anything about him to dislike, but because he was a single grown man with some reputation with the women. He was hardly unsavory in any way. In fact he was extremely pleasant to her. Laura Davis simply had no interest in grown men, and tried hard to discourage such interest from them.
Now she stood there nakedly, petrified with fear, staring at this grown man, this Ernie. His pale eyes followed the curvaceous sweep of her alabaster thighs and legs, hungrily devouring all the patches of gleaming white flesh that she was unsuccessful in covering. A wave of faintness swept through her but somehow she found no strength to dress. "I don't mean to stare, Miss Davis," he apologized without taking his eyes for one moment from her voluptuous body. "To tell the truth, I'm mighty surprised. I never woulda guessed there was all that underneath them baggy clothes you always wear."
His voice gave her the courage to turn her back on him and try to step into her skirt.
"What are you doing?" he asked like a disappointed child.
"Getting dressed and getting out of here," she said, trying to steady her jumpy nerves and quiet the fear curdling in her stomach.
"Oh, no you aren't!" He quickly removed the blouse from her hands and then with one sweep of his hand, pulled the skirt back down from her hips.
"Don't feel bad," he said. "We'll share our secrets, okay?" She looked at him with fear and uncertainty while he unbuttoned the big green jacket he always wore when collecting for Goodwill. Laura had always wondered how such a tall slim man could have such massive shoulders, but since he had often spoken with the boys of his background in football, she assumed that this was the secret to his strange physique. She was stunned when he took off his jacket and she saw that the shoulders came off, too! It was beyond her power to repress a laugh and he laughed with her. "I learned all kinds of things in football," he grinned. Then more seriously he continued, "like how to tackle, in case you're thinking of running."
Clad only in her voluptuously curved nudity, Laura tried the impossible task of veiling her nakedness with her hands as she cowered away from him. He was right after her to grasp her wrists and hold her arms out to the sides away from her, chuckling, while pressing her backward against the wall. His eyes greedily scanned her naked breasts, the forest of dark glossy pussy hair between her long legs, and the rest of her sensuous body. Perspiration began to stand out on his sun-weathered face and he licked his lips anxiously.
"Christ! I never woulda guessed!" he exclaimed again with due admiration. I never would've believed you had a body like this." Then he spoke quietly, "No more than I would've believed you'd go in for screwing kids." How could he make it sound so horrible? Yet he planted a seed of shame, which Laura expressed by being resentful. "Let me go!"
Ernie proved that he did not need his massive shoulders to be strong. He maintained his hold on her wrists, making her strainings useless. He smiled and said smoothly, "Not a chance, Miss Davis. Not a chance in the world until you and me have come to an understanding.
Laura was frightened. "If you think for one minute that I'm going...."
He laughed alone this time, "I don't think anything, Miss Davis. I know!"
He laughed again mockingly. "You go right ahead. Scream your head off. I ain't afraid of my reputation and I ain't so sure but what a kid like Red McGonigle can be made to see the error of his ways."
Laura was sure of nothing. She swallowed, "I'll report you." She said it lamely, without conviction. He gave it the silence it deserved. She had to think of something workable.
"Please, Ernie, let me go," she begged him. "I'll give you money."
"Money?" he asked. "What good is money if I can't buy the woman I want?"
"No...."
"I say, yes," he insisted as he eyed her breasts licentiously. "You know it's been longer than I like to admit since I fucked a woman and...." his eyes positively sparkled, "I ain't ever fucked any woman looks like you!"
He grinned and with her arms still outstretched so she couldn't get away, he moved his body a little closer to hers until the rough material of his workpants brushed against her naked thighs, and she could feel the size of his lust-hardened cock underneath.
Laura trembled and felt faint. She knew what Ernie was planning to do to her and although he was a clean, likeable man, she was convinced that she could not take being fucked by any grown man. She began to feel sick to her stomach. He eyed Laura's lovely white tits, the points still hot pink from Red's sucklings. They even glistened wetly in the failing evening light.
"Honest to God, Miss Davis, I ain't never seen any tits like yours. Christ, why do you hide 'em?" He was honestly perplexed. Then the truth dawned on him. "Like little boys, huh?" He was not sure he could understand such a preference. "Well, I guess it's time you was given the chance to grow up."
"No...no, Ernie, please!" He leaned into her in such a way that he could put his wet lips to her nipple. She was startled by the unfamiliar feeling of bristle on his upper lip. Yet her nipple responded traitorously by crinkling and swelling even more, and Laura clamped her teeth onto her lower lip and tried to will her body not to enjoy it.
"Ummm...you taste good!" He was honestly trying to compliment her, to warm her towards him. "Must be nothin' in the world like Laura Davis' tit to chew on."
She was breathing heavily when Ernie took away his mouth and pulled her down after him onto the day-bed. She sprawled on his lap, straining to free herself from the grip he maintained on her wrist. Then he was kissing her breasts again, filling his mouth with the warm soft flesh, his teeth and his tongue sending erotic sensations flowing through her, despite her loathing of men and this forced intimacy with one of them.
She could not adjust to the roughness of his face or the strong grip that held her fast. His body was too big; she felt smothered. She could not imagine how any woman could enjoy this kind of gross experience. There was nothing at all delicate, even about his lips. They were soft but demanding. They asserted their pressure on her breast brusquely and she could tell that her tastes had been correct. Grown men did nothing anyone else's way but their own. She could tell.
"Juicy," he observed as he ran his rough hands demandingly over her thighs, then crooked his middle finger and drove its raping thickness into her still hotly slippery cunt walls. It felt so strange that she lurched in surprise. "I like a nice juicy cunt even if I am gettin' seconds," he said.
Even if Ernie's sexual diversions had been as few and far between as he inferred, he obviously knew his way around. With his mouth still fastened wetly to Laura's breast, his left hand still gripping her wrist tightly, the middle finger of his right hand kept fucking upward into her vagina, deeper and deeper, seeking its absolute depth. By now his cock was standing up rock-hard beneath his workpants, between her hip and his belly. "Reach over and take it out," he ordered her. His tone was not harsh; he felt he was doing her the favor of curing her eccentricity, that's all.
"Please no," she whimpered.
"Cause I'm a great big monster of a man!" he claimed. He had never felt so big, as a matter-of-fact, in his whole life.
"No," answered Laura weakly. How could she tell him that she simply didn't do these things. That excuse would hardly work in this situation. She could try to explain to him that she was in love with Red McGonigle, but she suspected that if he didn't laugh, he would be horrified, which could make things worse for her and Red. No, it was better he thought that today was the first time she had let the boy fuck her. He would be less inclined to report her, she guessed.
"What's wrong then?" he asked, nipping at her defenseless breast, biting down just a little hard on her nipple. It was this twitch of pain that reminded Laura of what terrible pain he could inflict if he chose. She did not know him well enough to be sure of his humaneness. In the heat of passion, he might not care if he ripped her cunt apart with his huge, man-sized cock. He did not seem like the kind of man who would hurt anyone, but . . .
Sobbing pitifully, she unzipped his fly with her left hand and pulled his turgid penis into view. It looked to her like an enormous cudgel, long and thick with a blunt rounded head.
"Play with it," he asked her, knowing now there would be no trouble about letting him fuck her now.
Laura could not stand for him to bite her nipple any harder than he had and she feared he might. There was nothing for her to do but obey him. Trembling with fear at the sight of his over-sized rod, she hesitantly touched Ernie's naked cock as she felt his finger sink into her traitorously sucking vaginal depths again like a long, teasing spear. She caught her breath and felt an unwanted, unwelcome glow of excitement in her pussy, as the working callous on his palm teased lightly against her clitoris.
Her own fingers wrapped around the driver's lust-hardened cock. This was absolutely the very first adult male penis she had ever seen...or touched! It seemed to her that Ernie's penis must be the biggest in town. Surely not every man's was like this. Where would he find a woman's cunt big enough to fuck with it?
Without waiting to be told again, Laura began to move her circling finger slowly and reluctantly up and down his blood-engorged length, knowing it was what he expected her to do. Her experience and skill at handling a cock, of whatever size, betrayed her. There would be no point in pretending she was a complete innocent, that Red had been her first conquest. Her soft, knowing, erotic fingers brought a low moan of pleasure from Ernie's lips.
"Jeez," he said, closing his eyes as he took his mouth from her breast and threw his head back to enjoy her skill. "You sure got the touch...Miss Davis."
His finger had withdrawn from its extreme penetration but stayed within her wetly clutching pussy lips, rubbing her sensitive little clitoris back and forth, rotating around in slow, intense circles on the helplessly aroused center of her passion.
Laura felt the sensation building...building in her loins, and knew she couldn't stop it. Ernie knew too well what to do, was much too proficient. No longer was she sobbing, as her legs hung loosely over his knees, her thighs open. She could hear her own ragged breathing and began to stroke his now slowly seeping cock, holding it just right so that the balls of her fingers, wet with his trickling seminal fluid, brushed over his sensitive corona like the tight moist lips of a cunt.
Ernie, from the flow of juices up inside her cunt walls, knew full well what was happening to the sexy den mother. He dipped his head so he could suck her breasts while he finger-fucked into her now eagerly receptive cunt. Except for her legs, she was still tense.
"You might as well loosen up. You're gonna find a grown man fuckin' you ain't so bad as all that," he advised her.
Laura was embarrassed by his mention of her preferences, however indirectly. She could not quite bring herself to relax for this experience. She was in a muddle of aversion and, not yet admitting it to herself, wanting him. The pleasure kept mounting in her loins, in her treacherous little cunt, throughout her imprisoned body. His finger was sliding maddeningly back and forth on her cunt-titty now, on a hot, butter-like coating of her secretions. She was heating up!
Ernie was hot, too, at the way he was working her up toward her climax. It always gave him a tremendous sense of importance to cause and watch a woman in the throes of orgasm. It had never been his good fortune to be able to do this to anyone like Laura Davis, a woman he had always considered to be the epitome of purity, good manners, and respectability. A den mother that the whole town respected, even if they did call her "Dead-Eye Davis" and an old maid behind her back.
Because of the way she dressed and conducted herself, Ernie had to admit that he'd considered her prissy, sedate and sexless, also. Never in a thousand years could he have imagined her sprawled across his lap, naked except for pink lace panties, groveling in the heat of rising passion. Never would he have believed that under those God-awful clothes she wore, she could have such a gorgeous, big, beautiful huge fitted body as this.
"Let's have a kiss," Ernie murmured.
Only partly conscious of what she was doing, Laura lifted her head and let him kiss her. His face scraped her chin. His mouth was wet and hot. His tongue licked over her closed lips while, below, his finger was nudging her into a helpless state of sexual urgency.
"Please...stop," she begged him. "Please...."
"Don't fight it," Ernie told her softly, leaving her mouth to kiss the side of her face, her ears, her throat and then her aching breasts. His finger never stopped its excruciating, mind-emptying rotation on her ready-to-burst clitoris. Faster, harder he rubbed, and then all at once, Laura caught her breath as the sweep of her orgasm grabbed her belly with an intenseness that made her sit up more rigidly on the Goodwill truck driver's lap. She shuddered and held her breath, clenching his cock tightly in her right hand, the fingernails of her left hand biting into her sweaty palm. She whimpered and went soaring out of the world, far from reality for eternal seconds.
When finally her mind became alert again, she found him still caressing her cunt with his fingertips.
"That must have been a blockbuster," he teased as he dug his finger lower, away from her clit and up deep into the depths of her hot, cum-flooded cunt. "You really lost contact for a few seconds there," he said proudly. "Must of blown your pussy wide-open inside."
She sobbed faintly and with her right hand, pressing down at it, pushed his hand from between her thighs. "Please! No more! Let me go now!"
"Let you go?" He laughed. "We ain't even started yet, Miss Davis." He pushed her gently off his lap, still holding her wrist. "Kneel down there now and suck me off."
"No!"
"Come on, I ain't that much bigger than Red, am I? Not more than four times anyway," he grinned. "Or maybe we should get the opinion of his father on that."
Whimpering, Laura knelt between his thighs, her face close to the gleaming red head of his massive cock. It was throbbing and a small trickle of premature cum ran lewdly down the underside.
"I'll bet you do an A-okay job on this sort of thing. You better anyways."
Laura had never taken a grown man's cock in her mouth before. She was very good with a boy, but she was not sure she knew what to do with a full-grown, lustily throbbing man's cock. Through his fly that was open top to bottom, she could sense his masculine odor. Mmmmm, he was clean and fresh smelling. She had that to be thankful for. She could not imagine how he would taste. She moved her face a little closer and tried to blot out the whole lewd picture, knowing she could not get away and that nothing she might say would possibly dissuade him. She had to do it or risk trouble for Red, and that she could not bear.
A strange tremor went through the trapped young den mother as she looked at his firm-fleshed cock standing out before her, curving up rigidly from out of his open pants. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against the spear-like shaft as sort of a preparation to condition herself before taking him into her mouth. Now her lips were brushing over his hot, blood-swelling glans tip. She could taste his secretions. Strangely, there was little taste to it. A little more pungent and perhaps a little thicker than Red's or any of the other boys under fifteen she had sampled. But not unpleasant, as she had imagined.
"Suck!" he directed.
Laura opened her mouth wide and took his prick into it. Still the taste was little different, but the size of it seemed enormous, filling her mouth to capacity with velvety rubber-like flesh. She began sucking, touching her tongue to the super-sensitive valley of nerve-ends at the underside of his cock-head.
He moaned in pleasure and grabbed handfuls of her long hair and forced her mouth down harder over his nearly bursting penis. He kept her head locked between his thighs and her face buried partly up inside the opening of his pants, and began fucking her mouth with short, deliberate thrusts.
Laura was almost afraid she would be choked to death and gagged a little on the massive hardness invading her helpless mouth. But she obeyed his orders without protest, and kept her head moving up-and-down, swirling her tongue quickly around his bulbous cock-head on every out-stroke.
Ernie relaxed his hold on her hair and brushed several strands of it aside so he could watch her lips sweep down around his lust-thickened member as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of her captive mouth. Nothing in the world brought Ernie greater joy than to look down at his loins and see a full-breasted woman with her mouth locked obscenely around his cock, her eyes dreamy and her cheeks puffing in and out as she rode up and down his turgid penile length.
Laura was moaning now with a weird kind of excitement, as she felt a simmering bubble of disinclined pleasure heightening in her loins.
"Ooooooh, good! Like that! Aaaaah, terrific!" he whispered in gasps. "You hot little cock-sucker, don't try to tell me you never sucked cock before!"
Laura blushed and felt a strange sense of pride at his compliment that she was so proficient. At the same time she suffered mixed feelings of shame and self-betrayal, that she could even begin to feel flattered by his statement, much less find even a shred of enjoyment in what she was kneeling here doing to a man she had not chosen for herself!
She could feel his insistent cock-flesh throbbing in her mouth against the flat of her tongue as she scraped her teeth gently over its sensitive folds. The thick heavy head of his driving penis felt like an enormous battering ram, thrust again and again by her teeth. Her mouth was being fucked without compassion, she thought as she worked. She was being used for his solitary pleasure. The strangest thing of all was that she had reached a point where she did not mind at all! Instead she brought into play all her natural talent and past experience with young boys to make sucking the Goodwill truck driver's cock a thing of consummate felicity, the saliva in her mouth flowing more freely now as up between her thighs her cunt jerked inward a few times at the thought of what she was doing.
Ernie became impatient as he felt his storage of cum starting to build up way back in his anus it seemed. His belly tightened and ridged like a washboard. His words were punctuated by deep intakes of breath as he blurted out, "Keep sucking! Don't stop! Not until I tell you!"
She realized that he wanted to cum in her mouth and shuddered at the thought. But even if she wanted to pull her head away, it was impossible. He grabbed her hair in both hands, pressing her face closer, imprisoning her there, so she could not pull off him. Strangest of all, now at this very last moment when she felt his cock swell larger, stretching her jaws to the utmost, she was not at all certain she wanted to get away. "Ooooohhh, Christ!" he gasped as he felt the white-hot sperm churning through his testicles and down the length of his rigidly throbbing member. "Suck and pull," he gasped. "Ooooooh, suck and pull!"
His hands clamped her head, pumping it back and forth over his cock and threatening to shove himself all the way down her throat clear to her belly, or so it seemed to her.
Laura could hardly breathe with her nose inside the opening of his trousers and buried in his pubic hair and her mouth and the whole top half of her throat filled with his cock. She felt his legs tremble, his whole body go stiff.
"Aaaaahhh, God!" His cock lurched in her mouth, and she felt his first spurt of semen spraying out against her tonsils. She gulped and tried reflexively to lift her head away from him, but his big hands held her immobile. So his cock-head went on shooting into the warmly hollowing cavern of her mouth. It was almost impossible for her to swallow with his massive penis locked in her throat, and after she knocked frantically against Ernie's lust-tensed stomach, he finally realized and let her go from his rigid grasp. She flopped away from him, gasping and drawing great breaths of air into her cramped lungs. Thick, milk-white semen dribbled sensuously out from the corners of her overflowing mouth and down over her chin to the tips of her naked breasts as she looked up at the incredible cock.
Ernie was still ensconced on the couch, leaning back, supporting himself on his elbows. His pants were open, his limp cock hanging out of his fly and down between his legs. Even in repose it was a thing of considerable size to her, though the menace had now gone out of it.
"Now," she said, hoping against hope that this episode would be the last of it. "Now may I go?"
"Are you going to let me go, too, Miss Davis?"
She laughed in spite of herself.
"See, we grown up boys ain't so bad. We grown up boys are good for all kinds of good times, did you know that?"
Laura shuddered. Did that mean he intended to keep after her? Oh, Red, she thought. How many times would she have to suck him or let him fuck her to save her true love? Ernie was studying her expression.
"Don't look like I'm such an ordeal," he told her. "I'm a man of modest means and modest appetites," he said. "I ain't no jack rabbit and never abused no woman. I expect to take extra good care of a lovely like you. I won't ask often."
By now she knew him well enough to be reconciled to the fact that there was no point in even trying to talk him out of it. She began picking up her clothes that were scattered around the couch. Then as she dressed, Ernie got up off the bed, tucked away his penis and zipped up his fly.
He took a long look at her in her brassiere and panties before she had a chance to put on her skirt and blouse. He said, "If you're worried about having to suck me off every time, forget it. That's gonna happen just once in awhile. What I'm lookin' forward to is gettin' into your little panties there. I'll bet you fuck even better than you suck cock." Then he put on his jacket with the padded muscles and opened the door. He paused a moment on the threshold to look back at her in the fading light and grin broadly. "I'll let you know when I'm ready for you. Meantime, if I was you, I'd stay away from them kids. One of them starts shootin' off his mouth and you're in real trouble. I wouldn't want nothin' to happen to our relationship!"
With that he left, leaving Laura in a turmoil of confusion and apprehension. She hurried with her skirt and buttoned only every other button of her blouse. There was nothing she needed more at the moment than a thorough cleaning out and a deep, scalding bath in a whole roomful of lilac bubbles.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Laura was extremely grateful that there was no need to call in. By the time Ernie came around to the clubhouse again, maybe she could find a solution to her predicament. She was convinced that Ernie would tell Red's father what he had found. Red was terrified of his father. There must be some way she could get rid of Ernie and still save her relationship with her den chief. Besides, if Red's father beat the boy, she would never forgive herself.
She would not see very much of Red either unless she took to bowling at the alley where he was working after school, but she decided that was too obvious. On the brink of actual exposure or loss of her lover, she had the courage to be wise. If only she had had that courage in the clubhouse!
So it was with shock and dismay that she found upon returning to her apartment building one day that Ernie was waiting for her at the downstairs door. Did he think she would let him come up? But he had other ideas, and taking her elbow with the appearance of a gentleman, he steered her toward an old Chevy at the curb.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, trying to pull her arm from his firm grasp.
"Don't be a baby, Miss Davis." He could not resist teasing her. "Is that what you tell your little boys when they object?"
She was astounded at his suggestion. "Oh, you don't think I would force them!" she blurted.
"Them?" he asked, opening the car door on her side. "Them?" Even he was bewildered. His original thought that she raped little boys on a regular basis, he had since discarded as absurd. He was more than willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that Red had been the first and only time. Now he saw that he had been wrong. He clamped his mouth shut then, angry with himself that he had expected to apologize to her and to offer her a more normal relationship.
She tried to cover her slip. "I mean that I wouldn't force anyone as a matter of principle," she stated pointedly.
"Uh huh," he said simply, and started the car. Realizing that this might be her only chance, she tried to open the door, but he quickly said:
"I know little Red's dad," emphasizing "little".
With a deep sigh, she settled back into the cushion. "Where are we going."
"Well, we were going to have a date," he said gruffly, "but I think...from the sound of things...I'd rather not be seen with you!"
She could have cried with relief. "We'll go back to my place instead. That couch in the clubhouse is too damn uncomfortable to go there. And I'm hungry. Can you cook?"
And so her deliverance did not happen. They had a good meal of well-spiced beans and sausages because that's all he had. "If I had known you were coming," he joked, "I'd have gotten a spread...if you can cook well enough. Can you?"
"So, so," she answered tiredly. She thought of Red, working at the bowling alley, all to give her a present, she guessed. As though he could give her anything to equal his own sweet young cock! How happy she was that he could not see her now, and she hoped to God that he would never know. As she set the table according to Ernie's directions, the portent of what was in store for her was clearly evident by the size of the swelling in the crotch of Ernie's pants. Without comment, Laura heated the beans and turned the sausages to brown on all sides.
She was surprised to find his living quarters so clean. He lived in the lowest rent district of town, in a small one bedroom house. She had noticed that the bed had been carefully made, and she guessed from the neatness that prevailed in his cupboards, that it was not made because of her. She was sure that he made his bed every morning and probably did his dishes as well, which was more than she always accomplished! She had no fear of eating from his dishes or his utensils. They were immaculate.
After a slow dinner, she insisted upon clearing the table and doing the dishes for him. He was patient with her deliberate dawdling. "Take you time," he said jovially. "The longer you take with the dishes, the longer you'll be here tonight." But she did not hurry because she figured that she would be going nowhere until he was tired and in that case, time would help. Surely men would be the same as boys in that respect. Finally, though, she could not find another dish or spoon or spill on the drain board to mop up. He rose from his chair where he had been enjoying her actions. She was her usual unglamorous self with no makeup and her hair pulled tightly back. She was wearing the little prim glasses that spoiled the effect of her lovely eyes, and her gray linen suit was a size too large and hung down to her calves. But he knew better now and the sight of her self-concoction amused him. He approached her without wasting any more time and put an arm around her shoulders so that he could touch her breasts with his dangling fingers. "Just seein' if they're still there," he said. Then he ran his hand down over her hips and behind to follow the ample curve of her buttocks. The tour of his hand ended back in front again, where he rubbed her cringing pussy mound through her skirt.
Laura was hoping that her sexless looking clothing would save her. None of it particularly bothered Ernie. He was intent on what was underneath. She had made up her mind in the course of dinner that she was not going to fear him. Fear was weakening and her weakness would feed his strength. At one time she had thought to call upon his compassion, but there had been a change in his attitude toward her in the car. He was more callous of her than he had been when he met her at her door.
She had done all the whimpering and sobbing and pleading he would accept. Her very bones shivered with this awareness. Maybe indifference would cool him off. While telling herself that she would never find any real, lasting pleasure in him fucking her, she would not fight against it tonight. She would let him have his way with her and do anything he wanted to her no matter how hard it might be. If it was clear to him that her heart was not in it, he might lose interest. Ernie led Laura into his neat little bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was now sporting a full-sized erection.
"Okay," he told her, "start taking your clothes off. Do it nice and slow. Put some feeling into it. I want you to strip like they do in a burlesque show."
Laura had never seen a burlesque show although she had seen some old movies on TV that gave her the idea. Standing before him, facing him, Laura began her strip, by unbuttoning the cuffs of her gray linen suit. Then she reached inside the jacket and pulled the tails of the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and began unfastening the row of buttons that ran down the front of it. She wiggled her shoulders, slipping the jacket off first, catching it as the last sleeve started to drop from her wrist to the floor. Carefully, she placed it on the back of a chair. Now she wiggled her way out of the blouse, hanging it over the jacket on the same chair-back. A long-line cotton brassiere covered her breasts completely so that only a hint of her lush white cleavage showed between the cups.
"Your skirt next," he said with just a tinge of disappointment in his voice.
Laura opened the zipper at the side of the skirt and let it drop to the floor, so she could step out of it and place it on the seat of the blouse. She was still well-covered and certainly not yet much of a sex symbol, in her cotton bra and duty-weight pantyhose, the reinforced crotch of which covered her pussy completely. She almost snickered. What he had not known was that on days when she knew she would not see Red, she dressed in the most sexless way possible from the skin out so that she could more easily forget that side of her nature.
"Christ!" he exclaimed disgustedly. "You look like something out of Halloween! Get that stuff off. I'm beginnin' to think you don't have all your marbles!"
Laura was pleased with his reaction. If only he could dislike her body as much! The time had come now when she could no longer hide herself from him, and that was the time she had dreaded. Reaching up behind herself, she unhooked her brassiere and started to turn away from him as the bra began to fall.
"Ah, ah," he said sharply, "no turnin' your ass to me." She faced him, still holding the brassiere up in front of her.
"Okay, let it go," he said. "Lemme see them big beautiful tits."
She took a deep breath of resignation, sucking in her stomach unconsciously, and let the heavy white material go, baring her hugely sloping breasts to him.
He winked and grinned appreciatively, "Ummm, that's more like it! What a pair of knockers! Ever heard 'em called knockers before?"
She nodded. Her knockers were indeed lovely, the young den mother thought in dismay. The nipples, blushing pink and semi-erect from the irritation of the stitching inside her bra, made the white of her breasts seem whiter in contrast.
Laura guessed that the reason he did not grab her and suck was because he had all the rest of the night to appease his appetite. Right now, he wanted to enjoy her enforced strip-tease.
"Now the panties and them ugly shoes," were his next instructions.
Laura hesitated a moment, dreading the time when she would be stark naked before his hungrily searching eyes.
"C'mon, c'mon," he said, not unkindly.
She kicked off the plain black pumps, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them down off her hips and then down her legs. Her stockings, attached to the pants, followed them down. She stooped to work them off over her feet, her breasts dangling obscenely sensuous beneath her. Then, straightening up, she put her stockings and pants neatly on the chair with the rest of her clothing and started the routine of trying to mask herself with her hands. But it was impossible and would only make him think she was afraid of him, and that, she had resolved not to allow. She dropped her hands to her sides and stood there, brazenly naked before him.
His pale eyes roved her gleaming white flesh, taking in the now rigid pink tips of her breasts and the shiny dark triangle of her cunt between her clenched thighs. Maybe it was knowing that he had seen her naked before, but she strangely felt little self-consciousness letting him see her this way now in the privacy of his bedroom.
To complete the picture, he had her let down her hair, then step toward him so that he could reach out and touch her. Laura's flesh crawled at first when his big rough hands began to travel her hips and belly and buttocks. Then he gently reached out and squeezed her breasts, and felt of the softly curling hair between her legs. At the same time, she had to admit to and arousal, a gradual awakening that heated her loins.
He pulled her down onto the bed beside him and loomed over her so he could inspect each and every part of her lust-arousing body. His heart pounding like a trip hammer, his blue eyes clouding with desire, he nudged her legs apart and had her draw up one leg at the knee. The move opened her wetly gleaming little pussy slit to his hungry gaze and he left no doubt as to his intentions.
"You know how long it's been since I tasted cunt?" he asked her with a grin. Laura wanted to say that she doubted it was long but kept still.
Ernie edged slowly forward, hovered for a moment over her musk-scented cunt, then lowered his lips to the tempting wetness.
"Hmmmm," he sniffed, teasing, "smells a very faint odor of flowers. What is it?" She would not, could not respond.
Laura lurched as she felt his mouth at her pussy, his tongue lashing forth to find the tiny pearl of her clitoris and move in incredibly gentle spirals around it. With feather lightness he licked the soft wet flesh, drinking in her honey-like secretion, then working down along her pussy lips to the inside of her thighs and then back up into her slowly flooding cunt. It wasn't long, not long at all, before her clitoris felt ready to burst and she moaned with unwanted desire.
Slowly Laura began rotating her buttocks around on the mattress beneath her, trying to time each roll with the measured beat of his tongue on her responding cuntal flesh. "Ooooooh God, I'm going to cummmm already!"
That was Ernie's cue to open his mouth as wide as he could and encompass the whole of her hotly swollen pussy with his lips, his tongue pistoning in and out of the lust-tightened little hole faster and faster. Little by little, his lips narrowed their range and his tongue moved upward until he was siphoning her pebble-hard clitoris exclusively. Clutching the bedcovers frantically, groveling beneath him on the mattress, Laura let out a scream and rode out her first orgasm of the evening.
"Aieiee!" she wailed. "Oh God, oh Ernie, ahhhhh!"
When finally she came down, fighting for breath, she saw Ernie standing beside the bed, taking off his clothes. He undressed slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face. Laura felt numb and aroused enough by her orgasm to watch him as he disrobed.
She stared at his strong lean torso and found herself amused in spite of herself by the paunch that was just beginning to form. But it was the size of his cock that made her keep staring at him with both fear and fascination. She had not remembered how but he was. Perhaps because of her pleasure, his size had diminished in her memory. The thought of his. trying to get the full length and breadth of that big blood-hardened shaft up into her tight little cunt-hole terrified her.
With the boldness of desperation, Laura sat up quickly and as Ernie stepped toward the bed, she grasped hold of his cock and, clutching it tightly, brought it to her mouth. As if suddenly lost in a transport of sex, she began licking the juice off its blunt, bulbous head, continually circling it clockwise with her tongue as she started to slide it into her mouth.
He pushed her back onto the bed. "Not that tonight," he said. "Sorry! Tonight you get your big beautiful tits fucked off."
"No, please no!" she begged him, showing her first hint of fear. "I'm too small, too tight...and you're much too big."
"You just ain't used to us big boys," he laughed. "But cunts stretch as much as they need to," he told her without compassion as he got onto the bed with her.
She tried to crawl away from him as he approached, but he pulled her into his arms and his kiss drew the breath from her lungs, and the strength from her body. The touch of his naked, hard physique numbed her brain and made the room tilt and whirl crazily. She pushed up at him feebly, a tremor of unwanted desire stirring in her pussy as his hands roamed her squirming flesh in a series of exploratory and once again skillful and gentle probing that relaxed her fear slightly.
"Let me go, please!" she gasped frantically, knowing she was weakening, felt the heat and the size of his heavily throbbing cock against her naked belly.
"Good grief, if you don't sound like an old maid virgin," he teased.
She was practically a virgin! There had never been a thing inside of her cunt but immature boy-cocks. But how could she tell him that? She decided it was a waste of breath to protest and right now she needed all the breath she could manage, as he kissed her again, hard and possessively.
She continued her feeble struggle, bringing a low guttural moan from deep down in his throat.
"You gonna play nice or do I hafta write a nice eye-openin' letter?" he threatened and began to lower his head, his teeth starting to close on one of her whitely quivering breasts in such a way that she did not care to dare him. Just the threat of being bitten scared her. With a choked cry of submission, she ceased struggling, and her hands slid down from him to lie limply beside her on the bed.
Ernie pushed her further into the mattress and closed in on her stilled form. He poised, his knees opening her legs wide beneath him, her cunt spread wide and vulnerable beneath his loins, tense and taut as he took hold of her hips, his cock standing stiff and straight like a helmeted soldier ready to follow orders and charge forth at the slightest command.
She tensed and clenched her teeth together as she felt him pressure forward against her futilely resisting cuntal opening. Slowly and carefully he fucked into her reluctantly giving pussy walls, every inch of his penetration an incredible feat, so it seemed to Laura. She didn't expect the pain to be lasting and he was being careful not to split her. She was even amused because the hurt seemed mutual. She could hear him muttering under his breath, not that he was too big, but that she was too damned tight for a woman her age!
How different, how very much different the truck driver's penis was from Red's or any of the other boy-penises she had had inside her belly. She automatically tried to retreat from the assault of Ernie's gigantic cock, as it burrowed its way deeper and deeper up the heretofore un-fucked depth of a widely expanding belly. "Please, oh God, please!" she cried piteously, rolling her hips, pushing up at his hard chest with both hands. "Stop, Ernie! Please, you must stop!"
Ernie paid not the slightest attention to her, determined that she would learn to prefer grown men if it was the last thing he accomplished in this world. She was certainly different. Some of the whores he had fucked without once touching the walls of their cunt; slid right into them like a hot knife through butter. But the hot little cunt he was drilling up into now, he could never remember one being so unyielding and tight before. It felt as if he were trying to wedge his cock into something far too small and that had no .give to it. He didn't want to hurt her. That would defeat his purpose, but he felt as if he would scrape half the damned skin off his cock before he got it all the way inside her! She had to be stretched to accommodate him so that next time and all the times after that, that he fucked her, he would not have to go through this agony. He took it as easy as possible.
With relief and joy he finally hit up against the soft cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside, and brought a gasp of relief from her as she realized that he had fucked it all the way up to the hilt inside her and she was still very much alive. Then slowly he began fucking in and out between her thighs until the pain was gone for both of them and that hot, crazy twisted feeling started to grow and grow in his drum-tight balls.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, you sweet hot piece, you!" he groaned as he felt the desperate rush upward from the depths of his loins.
Laura moaned and thrashed about under him, trying to induce her own orgasm, as Ernie's boiling hot cum spurted out the tip of his wildly jerking cock head and ricocheted hotly around up inside the hungrily absorbing walls of her womb. But as his climax peaked and-began to fade without triggering the explosion she now wanted so badly, all it did was add to her tension, her urgency, and then leave her hanging there in utter frustration as she felt his ejaculation end and his cock slowly begin to lose its size. She kept pumping her painfully hungering cunt walls frantically up over his rapidly deflating softness, her eyes glazed, her manner desperate, trying to make his penis retain its satisfying stiffness, until she felt it finally slip out from between her cunt lips and she knew that no power on earth could revive it, for now.
She turned on her side and faced away from him, ashamed that she had allowed herself to want him to fuck her until she could cum. She did not want Ernie to think for one moment that she had enjoyed any part of it, because that would only encourage him to want to fuck her again the next time they were together and she did not want that to happen. Nothing had altered her feelings toward him or her true feelings for Red.
"Let me help you," he whispered then and reached for her.
She actually smiled and was gentle so that he would not doubt her, "No, I feel quite satisfied enough, thanks."
"You sure?"
"Sure!" Out of necessity she knew she would have to see him again. She would perform fellatio, masturbation, anything, anything except fuck her again. Whatever pleasure she might have gotten from it was not worth stretching her pussy walls much that she could no longer satisfy Red's tiny young boyish cock . . .
CHAPTER SIX
One late Saturday afternoon, Laura received a surprise call from Red. A very popular movie was in town, "The Cache," and almost every alien reservation had been cancelled, if it had even been made at all. There would be little bowling that evening and Red was free to leave. Would she mind meeting him in the parking lot of Capwell's department store? He would be there as soon as he picked up a package for his Mom. Would she mind? She felt as horny as she had even been in her life. What a miracle! Of course she did not mind. It was difficult to imagine anything she would not do to meet him that evening.
He was not long at all. He found the car without trouble and climbed in with a large package, which he placed carefully in the back seat. "Glass in a dress box?" Laura could not help asking, a grin on her face.
"What?" he asked, humped over the back of the front seat in order to reach the back. His face was pink with the exertion. She let the box remark pass.
"Why are you bending over the seat like that," she asked with an expression of mock lust. "Can't wait?" she moved toward him, baring her teeth, and he turned and sat down with a delightful boyish giggle. Still, on the way home, she noticed how terribly tired he looked. After all, he had school during the days, boy scouts and cub scout responsibilities some evenings and varied hours at the bowling alley every evening. Then there was Laura. She reached over and stroked his thigh. "How about a nap. A real nap before dinner?" He smiled at her gratefully.
So she took him home, undressed him, and put him to bed. Yet, bless him, he was as responsive to her needs as she was to his and as she bent over to kiss him tenderly on the lips, he whispered, "Once."
Laura was so hot by this time that she did not even bother to disrobe. She pulled off her pantyhose, lifted her skirt waist high and climbed on top of her teenage lover. Pooped as he was, Red's penis responded dutifully. She pinioned her cunt on his cock and fucked its slippery, swollen length up and down with her tightly locked pussy until it recoiled and throbbed his burning semen up into her spastically clenching belly. Then she let him roll over and go to sleep.
In about an hour, she had a fried chicken dinner waiting for him and woke him. He ate ravenously and she glowed with the knowledge that in one short evening she had satisfied three of his basic appetites. Had he ever been so well cared for in his entire life? After dinner it was her turn to receive.
Bashfully, he brought forth his "Mom's" package. Stripped of the brown paper bag, it was wrapped in glowing pink with a tiny bunch of violets on the ribbon. She was taken by surprise. She suspected he was thinking in terms of a gift for her, but had expected him to wait until some special occasion. "It's so beautifully wrapped I hate to open it," she said, her eyes gleaming with affection. He was so excited, she noticed. He shifted his weight back and forth between his feet and held his hands behind his back so that he would not be tempted to help her open it. For the sake of his nerves, she slipped the ribbon off quickly and slit her finger expertly under the taped folds and ripped them open. The milk-white box cover lifted easily and she could not believe her eyes! "Oh Red!" She held the filmy lavender material up and sprang from her seat so the box slid from her lap onto the floor. Something was still in the box! "Goodness!" she exclaimed, astonished. He had given her the most gorgeous nightgown and negligee set she had ever seen! "Oh, Red," she breathed and fell into his lap, sobbing.
"I...I thought...." he stammered, obviously at a loss as to why she was sobbing.
"It is incredibly lovely, Red. You picked it out yourself, didn't you!"
"Yes!" Now he blushed with pleasure. "I got the size from the label on your pink one," he admitted.
"Oh, then I know it fits," she said. "I don't want to put it on yet." This surprised him. "I want to wait for a very special moment later this evening. Good idea?" God bless him! He understood immediately.
They started their lovemaking in the bathroom that night, where he proceeded to strip her, ceremoniously caressing and kissing each part of her anatomy as it was bared. Then before letting the water run, he took off his own clothes and got into the tub with her. He had her lie flat on her back on the bottom of the tub, and while she clutched and stroked his cock lovingly he tongue-bathed her until every inch of her nakedly voluptuous body, front and back, head to toe, was glistening wet with his saliva. He devoted special attention to the area between her thighs, licking and sucking gently exactly the way she had taught him until her feverishly throbbing cunt walls exploded searingly around his tongue, experiencing her second orgasm of the evening.
Then when the tub was filled with tepid water (she almost used the bubble bath, then thought of the telltale odor he would have to take home with him!) they did a turn-about with her the aggressor taking an almost maternal delight in scrubbing him down. She got her greatest pleasure out of soaping his rigid penis and sperm-filled testicles, letting her slippery hands slide lovingly over him. Then he returned the compliment after which they rubbed their soap-slicked bodies sensuously together, stopping just short of his orgasm.
They toweled each other dry then she had him daub her body with lilac cologne. It was now that she was ready to wear his gift. The nightie she would wear later but she slipped sensuously into the lavender negligee and twirled in a circle, the lavender boas feathering the air around her throat, her wrists, and the calves of her legs. Then she had him lie on the bed, his young body naked, his penis standing up from his flat belly like a long thin pole.
Laura got onto the bed with him, and after a round of passionate kissing, she took only the very tip of his desire-swollen cock into her mouth. Then while she sucked, her fingers danced up and down its turgid length, playing him like a flute until he started to cum! Then she sucked as much of his quivering shaft into her mouth as she could and let him shoot down her throat.
Then she rolled over on her back and waited until he recovered. As soon as his cock was hard again, she spread apart her legs, helped him fit it into her yearning pussy slit and followed the languid fucking tempo he established until he shot his churning seed deep into her belly. Of course, she was not denied along the way, riding the not-so-gentle waves of five or six orgasms before he ejaculated. After that she had him call his parents to report that he was working so late that he decided to stay that night with one of the guys.
They awoke around ten a.m. the next morning. First they engaged in a wake-up fuck. Then they showered together instead of using the tub, and ate the breakfast of bacon and eggs that Laura prepared. How very reluctantly she drove him home!
She lived for several days with the memory of the wonderful time she had with Red that weekend and she eagerly anticipated the next cub scout meeting. Red called to ask her to excuse him. Someone was sick at the alley and he positively had to work. A small price, she supposed, for having last Saturday night. She would simply look forward to the next time.
Not only was it difficult holding the meeting without his help, but she had to stay longer to clean up even after she could no longer keep his young helper, Jimmy, there. For the first time, she appreciated what Red did for her, all the picking up and straightening out he did in the course of the meeting saved and enormous amount of time later!
It had not occurred to her to lock the door after Jimmy left. She had completely forgotten Ernie! She had not deluded herself one bit that she would not have to see him again, but not tonight! He should be collecting for Goodwill! There was nothing to be picked up at the clubhouse! But there he was, standing and grinning in the open doorway as though she should be thrilled to see him. She turned from the sight of the enormous bulge in his pants and sat wearily on one of the stools that she had not yet put away.
"Need some help?" he asked jovially.
"No thank you," she whimpered.
"No company?" he looked around. There was no corner in the entire room he could not see from where he stood. He stepped in and carefully locked the door. "Go ahead, don't let me stop you," he said. He went straight for the folding screen and brought it to the day-bed, setting it up carefully to obstruct the view of any peeping toms. "Why don't you put shades up at them windows?" he asked.
Laura said nothing at all. She knew, thoroughly knew, that all she could do was cooperate, to try to pretend that this was something she had agreed to and would tolerate quietly. Perhaps her protestations had been stimulating to him and it behooved her to change her tactics to passivity.
Ernie did not wait for her to do a striptease for him in the clubhouse. Instead, he shoved her behind the screen and pulled off her clothes himself, and when she was completely naked, he ordered her up on the couch. She started to lie down.
"Not like that, " he stopped her. "Not on your back. Face down." He snowed her exactly what position he wanted her to assume, face down on the bed with her knees drawn in beneath her and her buttocks raised in the air so he could fuck her from behind, dog-style. At first, Laura was appalled at the thought of his fucking her in such a lewd position, but then she realized again that the faster she complied, the sooner it would be over.
Reaching between her widespread thighs he took hold of his heavy blood-engorged cock and aided in fitting the swollen head of it in between her finger-prepared cuntal lips. After that, Ernie had no difficulty in maintaining full penetration. Laura was both surprised and relieved.
Ernie found this method particularly exciting because of the close contact of his scrotum and testicles with Laura's warm, velvety, well-rounded ass-cheeks. For a few moments, he stayed erect on his knees, making long, slow penetrations and withdrawals that helped the coerced den mother adjust more easily to his size. Once she got used to the demeaning position, Laura found it not nearly as unpleasant as she had imagined. Not only because it required nothing on her part except to hold the position, but this way she did not have to look at his face and remember her infidelity to Red.
Finally, Ernie crouched forward over her, and with one hand massaging her breasts, the other stroking her clitoris and heated pussy flesh, he heightened her pleasure and assisted her in achieving orgasm three times before shattering her belly with the blasts of his cum. By this time Laura was so turned on that she lost sight of where she was or whom she was with and ground her buttocks and cunt back up against him like a dervish, sucking out every last dribble of semen in his balls.
* * *
Laura found her situation getting worse as time went by. She loathed how her traitorous body reacted during her weekly and sometimes twice-weekly visits with Ernie. It was so very beautiful to do with Red the things, no matter how perverted or far out, that they did. The very same things with Ernie, no matter how hard he tried to win her, were after all, obnoxious to her. In spite of the paroxysms of pleasure that he brought her body, she felt guilty about Red and had no idea what she could do. Most of all, she dreaded having sex with Ernie in the normal male-over-female position. She knew this was because the sight of him increased her guilt feelings. She had betrayed Red so that he would not be betrayed!
Laura considered Ernie a man entirely without principles not to appreciate what she was doing for him to stop now that he saw he could not win her. Ernie, for his part, considered himself the savior of little boys everywhere, and he could not understand why Laura did not see and appreciate what he had done for her, the cure he had performed of her eccentricity. He never dreamed that she was still seeing Red McGonigle and had every intention of doing so.
In fact, if Ernie accomplished any miracle it was to make Laura appreciate Red more than she ever had. The time she spent with her boy lover were now more beautiful than ever and her love for him even more intense.
For the first time in her life, Laura began actually looking ahead, wondering what the future held, how she could make it meaningful...with Red! Soon he would be fifteen and then sixteen. There were many places one could get married at sixteen. Of course they would require parental consent, but Red's parents were struggling to make ends meet. There was no question that Red's folks would be glad to give their consent to his marrying her since she could give him everything they could not. That Red would not jump at the chance of becoming her husband never entered her mind. And another thing that did not occur to her: he would soon be a man, not a boy!
Laura went on daydreaming and rationalizing. It would be a miracle if the poor child got through high school, the way things were at home, let alone college. Where as she would make damn sure he finished both and made something of himself. Even more important to both of them, she thought, was that they could be together all the time, make love as often as they wanted, instead of only a few times a week the way they were now...especially since the job at the bowling alley had developed longer and longer hours. It would solve the problem of Ernie, too. After she and Red were married, Ernie would no longer be a threat to either of them. The horrifying thought that she had at least one more year to tolerate Ernie seemed not so bad with the knowledge that she eventually would be free of him.
Of course Laura said nothing to anyone about her plans. She had no girl friend to confide in and she had to think about how to approach Red with the idea. For a boy almost fifteen to think of getting married at sixteen, say, just might overwhelm him and scare him off. Better that she wait until the time came. She would talk then to his father and mother, and before Red had a chance to figure out exactly what was happening to him, he would be her duly wedded husband. She smiled as she fantasized and saw the tender vulnerability of his gentle freckled face. She knew that later he would be grateful indeed.
Who knows? It might have happened that way, too, exactly the way Laura had planned. Laura was a very determined person unless she met someone like Ernie, slightly more determined. But at some time during early spring, Red became afflicted with an ailment as old, and when you consider how man probably came to be, older than mankind itself. The most susceptible time for everyone is the spring when land and man are both shaking the winter out of their bones and thinking in terms of buds and blossoms and other soft things.
Laura noticed the symptoms one day when nothing seemed to go right at the cub scout meeting. Red kept looking out the window at the blossoming trees. She called on him for help many times and he answered listlessly as if he were on some other planet looking down at her on an earth he could barely see in the distance. After the meeting, when she suggested they go to her apartment, he reneged.
"Is anything wrong, dear one?" Laura asked as she sat beside him on the couch of the clubhouse.
"No, I'm just tired," he replied.
"You'll feel better after a nice bath and dinner," she said temptingly.
He shook his head, "I'm not really hungry."
"Not even for some nice warm pussy?" she wheedled as she placed her palm on his right thigh and moved it slowly upward until she touched his penis and to her surprise found it woefully small. "I think we're going to have to do something about this right now." While she spoke, she brought the screen over to the day-bed. She had already taken care to lock the door. Now she looked through the windows to be sure no one had seen them there. Before he could begin to stop her, she had opened his fly and taken his cock out. Her face twitched and she bent forward swiftly.
"No, I don't feel like that today, honest," he tried to make her understand.
"You will in a few seconds, lover," she whispered.
Above his protests, she opened her mouth and filled it full of his limply resisting cock-flesh. She sucked on it hard, the taste of him driving her wild with desire. There was a slight stirring of arousal but then he went soft again.
Disappointed, she lifted her mouth from him. "What is it, darling? You haven't...you haven't...."
"What?"
"You haven't been playing with yourself or letting...someone else play with you?" her voice quivered.
"Of course not," he retorted.
"Then please let me make you hard, darling," she begged and dropped her head again. His hands were covering his cock! Shocked, she looked up at him, her nose quivering with a combination of pain and anger. "What's wrong with you, Red?"
"Nothing," he said weakly. "I told you I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm tired. I just want to go home and sleep. Maybe, maybe tomorrow I'll feel different."
This rejection brought out of Laura the spoiled child that none had seen for a long time. Her eyes narrowed resentfully. "Very well," she said peevishly. "Put that silly little thing away and make yourself decent. I'll drop you off on my way home. But I'm warning you, you'd better feel a lot differently tomorrow or know the reason why!"
She spent a miserable night, tossing and turning, trying to figure out why for the first time since she had known Red McGonigle, she had not been able to arouse him. Even after she performed fellatio on him or he had fucked her several times, he always got harder than he did today. She was so upset she could not bear the sight of the lavender negligee and hung it in the very back of her closet.
She awoke very early in the morning, her head aching from a restless night of troubled dreams. She dreamt of wanting him fiercely and of his ejaculating before he bothered to put his penis inside her. In one dream she went to touch his body and found Ernie's head on the little freckled shoulders. She dreamt of herself as old, with droopy dried-up breasts while he remained the perpetual boy...masturbating in front of her!
Unconsciously she was driven to do something she considered beneath her, to spy. Quickly she got out of bed, swallowed two aspirins for her aching head and grabbed a little cereal to hold her until she returned. She drove to the vicinity of Red's house and parked the car two streets out of the way. She was sure she was in plenty of time to catch him and she was. Planting herself around the corner, she watched him leave; she watched him wave to a man going in the other direction; she followed him and watched him all the way to school. Nothing. He entered the big swinging doors of the high school all by himself.
Having picked him up from school on occasion, she returned later in the day when classes were getting out. She took great pains to hide and it was a waste of energy. He would not have seen her had he fallen over her on the sidewalk. There it was! There was the problem! Anne Taylor was her name! Laura recognized her. She had stopped by the clubhouse with Margaret Wilkins a couple of times to pick up Meg's brother, Stuart. She was the school's tennis star. Illogically, Laura thought that Red must be a tennis player too. There he was, holding Anne's hand, walking slowly with head bowed while Anne chattered away, her mousy hair long and perfectly straight down her back. The pangs of jealousy seared her heart and Laura returned home crestfallen. She could see clearly that everything she had given him, he was quite prepared to give away to someone else. This was her reward!
How could he do such a thing, kept pounding away over and over at her whirling brain? After all Laura had been to him, after all they had been to each other! She had changed Red McGonigle from a dullard that no one even wanted to know into a poised young man who could hold hands with the school tennis star!
After the spinning in her head slowed down, Laura went into the bathroom and washed her face. She didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't want to wear the clothes she had on but there was nothing else she wanted to wear either. She didn't want to sit in the living room or the bedroom or the kitchen or even the bathroom. She didn't want to go outside; she didn't want to stay in. It's times like this, she realized, that people become alcoholics. Well, she wasn't about to let anyone do that to her! She would use her head...and use it well!
She was pacing around the living room, trying to think of what to do when she thought she heard a gentle knock on the door. Could it be possible? Had her boyish lover changed his mind? Oh God, let it be! She ran to the door, calmed herself briefly and then flung the door wide.
"Well, hi!" Ernie smiled. "Glad to see me, huh?" Before she could shut the door again, he was in the room. She could not believe her eyes. What an incredible sense for wrong-timing this man had. And as obviously upset as Laura was, sick, she told him, He kept walking around through her apartment, examining everything as though she had invited him to the tour. For the first time, she was sorry she had bought the round bed. It fascinated him. Then a strange thing happened. As much as she preferred someone else, she somehow could not help but begin to feel thankful that he was here, grateful that it would help pass the time for her, that she would not have to be alone with her troubled thoughts until she picked up Red, as she had decided to do, at the bowling alley later.
Maybe in a sense, she now felt she was settling a score with Red for cheating on her even though she could not believe that he an Anne had done any more than hold hands or maybe kiss a little. In any event, when Ernie decided to make himself at home, unzipped his fly and scooped his cock out from inside his trousers, Laura did not wait for him to tell her what to do. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him, and this time she didn't pretend. She took his half-erect penis deep into her mouth in long tantalizingly slow thrusts of her head. With each lewd bob, her tongue encircled his pulsating length like a sensuously twisting snake.
Ernie's hips were pumping back and forth in time with her mouth. His own mouth was open, sucking air into his lungs. His eyes were half-closed, glazed, his hands reaching down trying to grab her covered breasts. He loved it, even if he did not understand her sudden greediness.
Laura concentrated on sucking his enormous cock. She had one hand inside the opening of his trousers now, cupping his scrotum, manipulating his balls; the other hand wrapped snugly around the base of his shaft.
Ernie's breath caught and he groaned, "I'm...I'm gonna cum!"
Laura moved her head faster, her wide open pink lips taking more and more long, hard, wet inches of his aching member into her hungry throat.
Ernie groaned again, a tremulous thrill-packed sound, and muttered. "Lemme feel your tits."
Laura unfastened the top buttons of her blouse and shifted her position slightly so that he could slip a hand down inside her brassiere and grasp one of her full, naked breasts. He squeezed her flesh; then moaning and gasping ecstatically, he ejaculated into Laura's suctioning mouth. Laura knew he was cumming. She could tell by the swelling and increased throbbing of his cock in her mouth so she was not taken entirely by surprise.
When the first spurt of his white-hot semen jetted into her mouth, she did not gag or pull off him. Instead, she fastened her lips tighter around his pounding hardness and lashed her tongue about in the sticky immersion of his hotly flowing sperm.
Ernie's face grew taut and twisted with the intensity of his enjoyment, and a low animal growl rattled in his throat. The veins stood out in his neck and forehead as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Finally he pushed Laura's head away with unwilling hands and dropped to the bed. He lay there, panting, "Christ, can you ever suck cock!"
Laura had swallowed Ernie's massive output of cum. She remembered now how it had nauseated her the first time, but guessed she must have gotten used to it by now because she'd just swallowed the stuff without second thought.
As she started to get to her feet and button her blouse, Ernie said, "I kinda want to stick around."
She frowned, "What for?"
"I...I...a...wanna bang you," he answered.
Laura surprised even herself. "Well, I'll put on some dinner. We have to have something to eat." She looked at his penis, still out of his fly. It was glistening with her saliva, hanging down limp and lifeless between his legs. "I thought it took several days for you to get going again or at least more than a few hours!"
He wagged his head, "Can the jokes. I'm goin' to fuck you again after dinner!"
Ernie made it all right although it did take effort on Laura's part to bring it about. "Outa practice" he explained, and together they both laughed. She stripped off her clothes voluntarily this time and asked Ernie to lie on the bed. Picking up his cock she placed it between her breasts. Pressing her breasts together with the palms of her hands, she held him while obscenely massaging him between the soft white mounds until he was as rigid as ever.
Releasing his responding shaft, she slipped down between his legs and shoved her pussy lewdly forward so that he could feel the heat of her passion. She rubbed fast and hard against him as he continued to grow and felt his hands at her breasts, squeezing them until she wanted to cry out. She slid up higher on him until she could rub her wet cuntal lips over the hot, slippery, rubber-like head of his cock. She lowered her head, her dark hair falling forward at each side of her face as she looked down and watched his cock-shaft easing up into the fur-trimmed opening between her legs. It disappeared slowly up inside the entire lust-rigid length of it like a thick log being swallowed up in a quicksand bog.
She did not like it one iota more now than the very first time he did her. She had an idea. It seemed to her that if she could soften him up, touch his feelings more deeply than she had before, she would have something human to appeal to instead of a monster of sorts. Hopefully she could make him see the injustice of hurting Red because of her. She also knew that if she had tried to get rid of him, he would have stayed longer and she might have been unable to pick up Red at the bowling alley. She had to see her boyish lover tonight. She could not bear to go through a second day like this one. She had to talk to him if only to satisfy herself that there was nothing serious between him and the little Taylor girl, that he still loved Laura Davis.
As if incensed by the possibilities, Laura turned over so that the truck driver was atop her; then she lunged upward, grinding her pelvis desperately hard against his, his cock traveling its full length up inside her pussy. She swiveled and twisted frantically as he pumped it into her, slapping his belly against hers with each violent thrust he made between her thighs. Supporting herself with a hand at each side of his head, he bent forward so he could kiss and lick and suckle her breasts.
There was some hurt for the anguished young den mother, but it was lost in the unwanted passion that came over her, increasing in intensity until it swelled in her throat and reached the exploding point. And then all at once, everything peaked, his orgasm and hers simultaneously. She flung herself upward in a vicious arc, grinding her pelvis hard up against him, once, twice, three times, and held herself there moaning wildly as his sperm splattered hotly around in her womb, and the world exploded behind her tight clenched eyelids.
Once he was completely satisfied, he was willing to be convinced that she was late for an appointment and had to hurry out. He left quickly and she left shortly thereafter, taking the time only to pull on some slacks and straighten up the bed. She drove into the bowling alley parking lot and parked so that Red would see her when he came out.
As usual, her bout with the truck driver used only her body so left all her other feelings unsatisfied. These feelings soon succeeded in arousing her body again too. This kind of deep arousal was the kind that only Red could satisfy, she knew. The wait for her young lover seemed long and she was beginning to fear that he may not have gone to work that day when she saw him come out the door. She hopped quickly our of the car and ran after him.
"Red!" she called out when she was only a few steps behind him.
He turned, surprised, "Oh, hi," he said. "I didn't expect you to come here."
"Sorry?" she asked with a pinched feeling in her stomach.
"Of course not," he smiled weakly.
She took his arm and said, "Come on then, dear one. My car is over here."
As they walked to the car, she hugged his arm. She had not bothered to put on her bra and she could feel the hardness of Red's biceps against her breasts through the thinness of her blouse. They said nothing more until they got into her car and he sat beside her uneasily on the front seat. Then without warning, she reached across and cupped his genitals in her right hand. She squeezed them lovingly.
"Ooooooh, darling," she murmured tensely, her breath bunched in her throat. "I want you so very, very much."
He tried to move her hand from his loins first by squirming and then with his own hand. "I'm sorry, Miss Davis, I had a real rough day at the bowling alley. I'm so dog tired I could go to sleep right here and now!"
Laura tightened her grip on his flaccid cock. "Perhaps you have been playing too much tennis."
"Tennis!" he exclaimed, not right away getting her point. "I never played tennis in my life," he said quizzically.
"No?" she asked. "I thought your new girl friend was giving you lessons." She uttered the last more sarcastically than she had intended, and taking her hand from his privates, started the car and drove for a couple of blocks. "I don't imagine you're interested in going to my apartment tonight?"
"I really think I'm too tired, Miss Davis. Honest."
"Oh, Red!" she snapped. "You know damn well you aren't too tired. You know what you are hiding and I know it, too. What's the use?" She was driving slowly and he could not yet tell whether she was going to take him to his house or hers. The pit of his stomach was in knots. Suddenly she was going to be kind. "Come on, now, you can tell me the truth."
"What truth?" he stammered guiltily.
She decided to overlook his boyish, immature evasion without bringing it to his attention. "The truth about Anne Taylor and you."
"She's a friend of mine."
"Do you hold hands with all your friends?" Then she took a stab in the dark, "And give them little pecks with your lips?" She felt him start. She knew he was wondering "how she knew?" The trapped teenager shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that he was thinking of denying her accusations but then apparently thought better of it. She thought how transparent he was, how transparent they all were to an old hand like herself.
He said sheepishly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for anything to happen with Anne. It just sort of did."
"What else just sort of happened?"
"Nothing!" he retorted indignantly.
Laura took a fresh, tight hold on her emotions and fought to keep her voice low and level as with dread anticipation, she managed to ask him, "Have you...Just...just what are your feelings toward Anne? Do...do you feel about her the same as about me?"
Red thought about it for some time before he said, "No, I don't think so."
"Do you think more of her than of me or more of me than her?" She was pressing him cruelly, but she had to know.
"Well," he said, "it's not the same at all. It's two such different feelings I don't know how to explain it."
"Maybe you're in love with her," Laura probed.
There was a time when Laura felt that love was reserved for the older. But since knowing him. and sharing intimacies with him, she had learned that age made little difference when it came to feelings. "Are you?"
His freckled face twisted with earnest thought. "I don't know. I honestly don't know!"
She drove quietly on. The wild pumping of her own heart seemed to be louder than the traffic or her own motor.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, miserable.
She was about to tell him that it was about time he found out where his feelings lay when she had an idea. She changed tactics immediately. "What is there to be sorry about?" she asked.
"You're...you're not angry?"
"Why of course not, Red! Have I behaved like the kind of person who is against love?"
He was certainly surprised but more than that, pleased.
"Tell you what," she went on. "How would you and Anne like to play tennis at a lovely club on Sunday?"
"But I don't play tennis, Miss Davis."
"Oh, you don't have to know how to play to have fun, do you? Especially when you're making Anne happy, right?"
He thought the idea over. "It sounds fine.
I'll ask her."
"Of course we won't tell her about us. Promise?" She knew that he would worry about that unless he thought he was doing her a favor by keeping still.
"Never!" he said vehemently and with obvious relief.
"Never promise?" Laura played with him, pouting.
"Oh," he laughed. "I mean I'll never tell!"
It was good to see his face so animated again. He had been worried and now she, the wonderful Miss Davis, had taken the burden from his mind. Well, she had reasons. She still wanted him fiercely, but not with his mind on someone else. What fun would it be making love to him while he dreamed of Anne? After Sunday, though, if all went well, he would be back, gladly. As much as she needed him, she could wait that long. She took him home.
* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Sunday of their tennis game, Laura arranged to pick up Red and Anne at the clubhouse. She made sure she was a little late because she did not wish to risk anyone's seeing her in tennis shorts. She was driving them to a club about fifteen miles away where the chances of anyone seeing and recognizing Laura Davis were not good. Laura had seen Anne play tennis. To Anne tennis was a serious affair and she was very good at it. Laura guessed that she would probably wear the same blue gym skirt and blouse that she was accustomed to wearing for the game, and she did. Laura herself went out and bought an extremely short white pleated skirt and a white jersey that was so sexy that even she was distracted as she drove. Red wore denims torn into shorts and a white tee shirt. It was hard for Laura to keep her eyes away from his thin, dear, familiar legs.
She insisted that they all squeeze into the front seat, even though it meant having Anne's thigh pressed against hers on the one side and against Red's on the other. In spite of all her resolutions to refrain from jealousy, it tormented her all the way to the club.
The game was another story, though. First, she surprised Anne by admitting that she had never played before.
"Oh, I thought...I mean, Red doesn't play yet either...." Anne stammered.
"Then Red and I shall play on one side against you!" Laura said brightly.
"Well, I don't know how...."
"Come on," Red said. "We don't have to play a regular game, just bat the ball back and forth today." Anne was obviously very disappointed. She had expected a real challenge in Laura and Laura had deliberately led her into believing that she played. Anne was totally confused by Miss Davis. She claimed that she did not play tennis, yet here she was in the skimpiest of tennis outfits, totally uncharacteristic of her, and furthermore...Anne took a good look at Laura's legs as she stepped out of the car. Inside the car, she could have been mistaken, she thought, about the den mother's legs. She could not believe her eyes now though. Nor were her legs the only surprise. Miss Davis' figure was slim and beautiful, not at all dumpy like everyone thought.
"Just a minute," Laura stepped back to the driver's seat of the car and removing the pins from her hair, she tucked them into the pocket of a jacket that was draped over the back of the seat. Her prim little glasses came off next and were slipped into the same pocket. She shook her hair loose, for this was her crowning glory over the white tennis outfit. Without her glasses the mascara was noticeable and able to do its job.
Anne said, "Don't you need your glasses to play?" It was her turn now to battle the pangs of jealousy that were fast heating her young, newly awakening body. She felt uneasy. She knew the sensation of feeling tricked in some way but for what? Then she felt guilty. "You are very beautiful," she whispered as though murmuring penance.
"Thank you, love," said Laura brightly again. "The glasses are for reading only. They would change the tennis ball into a basketball. They would, that is, if I ever got close enough to the ball!" As she suspected, she and Red laughed at the imagery but the reference to her inability reminded Anne that she had no game coming after all.
What happened on court was that Red and Laura found Anne's considerate volleys easier to return than she found theirs. Laura, especially, could not seem to "go easy" and lobbed each ball over Anne's head so that she spent most of her time running, jumping vainly in the air, stooping and chasing. Red and Laura joked and laughed at their awkwardness. The curvaceous den mother was thrilled with each new evidence of warm camaraderie. She could have continued playing all day.
Anne was finally ready to give up. She was dripping with perspiration. "I concede," she said absurdly, breathing heavily.
They had a coke in the clubhouse. "Did I tell you I had dinner ready for you at my place?" Laura asked suddenly as though the thought had just come to her.
"No," said Red, "I don't think so."
"Oh, I'm sure I told you to expect dinner," Laura said, her eyes opened wide in innocence. "I thought from the way Anne was talking about getting home, you may have forgotten to tell her." She turned quickly to Anne. "Oh, don't say you can't come, Anne. You've never tasted a roast until you tasted this one. It was my mother's recipe and so simple even I can make it," she laughed like the stereotype of the empty headed female. "After teaching me so much tennis today, I owe you that recipe," she continued.
"I don't know, Miss Davis...." she started to answer, but Laura cut her short.
"Please call me Laura. You're as bad as Red...so formal. Both of you, call me Laura. That's my name." She had never asked Red to call her that. She had learned a long time ago that it was better not to change a good habit in her boys. For one thing, anyone could slip up at the wrong time. But Red didn't know her reasons; he hadn't even thought about it!
In the fumbling about names, Laura was able to lead the conversation back to tennis and there it stayed for the drive home. There was not much for Red to say. If Anne wavered at all, Laura just threw her another question. As they drove up to the apartment, there were more hesitations.
"I'm so dirty," said Anne and it was true. Laura had caught the scent of perspiration while they were driving. She had purposely avoided telling them about the showers and had steered them into the car before they knew where they were going.
"I have a bathroom you must see...and use," enthused Laura. "You have your pick, shower or tub."
Laura showered very quickly so that she could set the table and add the finishing touches to the meal. She put on a vivid pink sundress and led Anne to the bathroom. "It's a separate stall," she showed her, "so there's really no need to lock the bathroom door." Then quietly as though one woman to another, "I'd rather you wouldn't because as soon as I get the vegetables on I've got to get back in to put on my deodorant and so forth, you know." She winked at Anne, gave her a large towel and left. As soon as she heard the shower, she returned and shouted over the noise, "I'm leaving you something fresh to wear while I toss your clothes into the washer, Anne. They'll be ready when you leave!" Anne may have answered. Laura was back out of the bathroom with the gym clothes as well as Anne's bra and panties before any response was possible.
"Miss Dav...Laura," Anne cried out after her shower and all had been silent in there for a minute or two.
"What is it?" Laura asked solicitously peeking into the room, vegetable spoon in hand.
"Is this all?" Anne said, holding up the pink negligee, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Surely you have one that...that...."
"Why, what's wrong with it, dear?" asked Laura.
"Oh, wait a minute." Laura disappeared for a few seconds and returned with a pair of black lace panties. "Here you are. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"But, Miss Davis...Laura...what about the top?"
"Honey, my bras won't fit you. Besides you don't need one. Bunch the material together in the front. Look, I'll do it for you." Anne was so small that Laura could easily pleat enough of the material, holding it in place with the belt, that Anne's little nipples were covered, at least temporarily. "There, you see? Come on now, you look lovely." She did, in spite of her straight mousy hair. The pink was pretty with the soft green of her eyes. She, too, had freckles, Laura noticed, although not more than a scattering across her curved little nose and spilling a little onto each rosy cheek.
"I'm afraid," Anne faltered.
"Why?" asked Laura in mock consternation. "There's no one her but Red and me and if anyone comes to the door, I won't admit them if your prefer." With that Laura left for the kitchen and Anne was left with nothing to do but creep unobtrusively, if possible, into the living room where a glass of deep red wine awaited her on the coffee table.
Laura paraded in and out of the living room frequently. The negligee was too familiar now and was being worn by too inexperienced a girl to win Red's eye from herself. She noted with pleasure that his eye did rove to her bare shoulders as well as to the clear outline of her firmly rounded breasts and thighs under the tight fitting dress.
Laura told them that dinner was ready only after she had refilled their glasses once and they both drained them empty twice. She served her dinner on the bare glass top of her carved mahogany table. This was something else she had never done for Red. He had always eaten in the breakfast nook. "What a beautiful table!" he was able to exclaim with sincere surprise and admiration.
The roast was luscious and she served plenty more wine to lull the senses. Laura put the rest of her plans for the evening into gear. She and Anne washed and wiped the dishes, and she directed Anne to all the high places in the cupboards where the plates and serving dishes belonged. Every time Anne reached, she undid more of her pleating so that soon her nipples were peeping through the pink folds like the soft noses of twin bunnies at Easter. Laura kept her talking about tennis so that she wouldn't notice. Finally the dishes were done and Laura put her arm around Anne's almost nonexistent waist and led her into the living room, grabbing the bottle of wine on her way.
Laura was directing the drinking toward Anne. She was not trying to make an alcoholic of her. She just wanted her to lose a few of her inhibitions. She filled the glasses once again all around. To say that Red was surprised to see Anne walk into the living room with her breasts clearly showing through the pink material and making no effort to cover them would be an understatement indeed. He reached immediately for his refilled glass. After he downed the drink, he couldn't keep his gaze off Anne's cock-rousing form, nor did he try very hard not to look.
Laura was much amused by Red's unsuccessful attempts to hide part of his reaction, a rigid erection. She sat opposite the two youngsters so as not to miss a trick. Maybe the wine was more potent than she realized, but Laura felt strangely not the least bit jealous that Red should have a hard-on for Anne Taylor. Or perhaps she could not rightly blame him. After all, Anne's lightly-clad, lushly molded young body even had the den mother's own pussy feeling a little funny. Besides, it was exactly the way she planned it. It was her own idea to get the two of them together to make love, so that Red could see for himself what a good thing he had going with her, Laura. How much more satisfying to make love to an older woman who knew all the answers, than with a teenager who probably did not know the first thing about sex no matter how much of an expert at tennis!
Laura was also delighted to find that even with Anne seated beside him on the couch, that Red was not entirely immune to her charms, that she could still arouse his interest when she parted her legs and let him see the narrow crotch band of her silk panties, or when she crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to creep up and expose her naked white thighs almost in their entirety.
Red's eyes roving her flesh and the impression of his cock standing rigidly under his shorts, incited Laura and made her feel unduly horny, until finally she twisted what had been small talk up to that point, into a discussion that better fitted her lewd purpose.
"Heavens, Red," she declared, "after all the lovely things you've had to say about Anne, I thought for sure you'd at least have your arm around her by now. Don't you like her still?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't want that," he stuttered.
"Oh, silly!" she chided. "Now why wouldn't I want you to? I'm sure Anne wants you to, don't you, darling?"
Anne blushed but the wine was working well. "I don't mind."
Red slipped his arm around the back of the couch behind Anne and gradually let it drop onto her shoulders.
"Now bring her close to you, Red, and let me see you kiss her," Laura said at a complete loss to understand why she was pushing them quite so fast. The wine must be working on all of them. She sat back and watched Red place his hands on the girl's narrow shoulders and draw her close to him with his lips to hers. Laura felt awakening in her loins the same effect as if he were kissing her instead of Anne. Was it that she was curious to see the results of her teachings? Did she enjoy the game of puppets when she could be puppeteer? Or did she want Red so much that she was willing to share him? Or what?
Even from halfway across the room, Laura could see that, like Red when she first took him under her wing, the poor little girl did not even know how to kiss. So she moved across to the divan and sat directly behind Anne.
"Open your mouth, darling," Laura whispered close to the girl's ear. "Let your lips relax so he can slip his tongue into your mouth."
Anne's head was floating with the wine she had drunk and she gradually let Laura's suggestion direct her and her lips parted. She moaned softly with the thrill that Red's tongue brought her as it slithered into her mouth.
Laura guided his hands down to the girl's hips, then brushed the negligee off Anne's slight shoulders. "Always show a boy a little flesh, darling," Laura whispered, trying not to move too fast, but feeling herself totally out of control. "Boys like to see a girl's flesh; it excites them."
Laura could feel Anne warming up as Red brought her closer, his lips still pressed to hers in an open-mouthed kiss that was dulling her senses. Nimbly, almost without the girl's realizing, the older woman reached forward, unbelted the sheer pink negligee and let it fall open. Then with equal dexterity, she pulled at the back of the garment until both of Anne's breasts were bared. Laura had no explanation for what came over her as she took hold of Anne's soft little rounded breasts and felt the nipples as hard as tiny pebbles against her palms.
Anne suffered a moment of hot panic then, and struggled against Red with all her strength. But he only held her that much more tightly, his tongue continuing to splurge in and out of her open mouth. And beside them on the couch, Laura could feel all resistance going out of the girl as the den mother continued to pull and rub and play with her tiny swollen nipples, until finally Anne began shivering and panting against her teenage boyfriend's caressing mouth.
"I think she's about ready for you to kiss her titties," Laura said, her own voice growing ragged with passion.
Anne flinched. "Don't you dare, Red McGongile!" she gasped. "If you do, I...I'll never speak to you again in my life!"
"All girls say that," Laura mocked.
Anne's eyes blazed as Red loosened his hold on her and let her draw back from him. "I mean it, Red!"
Laura was not so easily defeated. "She's just bashful. She has to be shown that it's just natural and normal for every girl to want her breasts kissed," the den mother said, as she reached up behind her and slid open the zipper at the back of her dress. Then she brushed the straps off her shoulders and bared her torso to the waist, her taut-nippled breasts thrust out brazenly, begging to be suckled. She moved close enough for Red to be able to reach them. "Show her, darling. Kiss!"
Almost as if drawn by a magnet, a slightly drunken Red put his lips to the reddened tip of his older lover's up-thrust left breast. Laura's hand flew to the back of his head, forcing his laving mouth into a deeper embrace. Head thrown back, eyes closed and teeth clenched she took as much of his sucking as she could, then moved his mouth to her tingling right breast.
The shock that Red's fourteen year old girlfriend first felt very quickly turned to fascination and then a little bit of envy, as she heard Laura's deep moans of pleasure and saw the look of ecstasy on the woman's desire-flushed face. In fact, Anne offered only token resistance a moment later when Red transferred his pursed lips from Laura's saliva-wet breasts to her own smaller mounds. She mewled like a kitchen over its first saucer of milk as he suckled the pink-lipped buds, and then submissively she let Red force her backward on the floor to make room. Anne lay with her buttocks resting on the edge of the cushions, her feet on the floor, with Laura's pink negligee completely off her now, and her scant black lace panties the only covering she had on. As the voluptuous feelings from Red's warm mouth on her breasts streaked down her tummy, Anne's loins lurched reflexively upward in a desperate silent plea to be fondled.
Laura could see that the narrow crotch of the panties were sopping wet, as well as the fine curly pubic hair creeping out from under the panty leg bands. It was as soft and fine as the hair atop Anne's head.
Again Laura could not account for her feelings, or her actions. Unless it was the wine she had drunk, because she had put away considerably more than either of her young guests. Whatever the reason, she was seized with a sudden desire to pull down Anne's panties, and she did!
Red's mouth and tongue at her breasts had caused Anne to sink deeper and deeper under the wicked spell, and once again she was unaware of what the den mother was doing until her flimsy lace panties were off.
"Oh no! No" she cried out, writhing and struggling and thrashing out with both naked legs. But Red went right on sucking one breast and finger-massaging the other, while keeping her pinioned to the sofa cushions. After a few moments, Anne saw the futility of kicking or trying to get away and lay quietly with her legs clenched tightly together. But she could not resist Laura's gentle hands as they coaxed her thighs to open just enough so that the woman could view right up into her virginal young pussy hole.
Anne's entire torso from the tops of her legs to her arms was white in comparison with her arms and legs, of course. She is letting tennis mar her beauty, thought Laura. She tried to imagine the child all pale with the same translucent white flesh as covered her tummy. She was in no way a connoisseur of female flesh. In fact, aside from her own vagina, she had never before been interested enough to pay much attention to what any other member of her sex might have hidden in the tangle of curls between her legs. And she knew that it was unlikely that she would have many more times to view a pussy, especially not up close like this.
Nestled temptingly in a sprinkle of silky mouse-colored hair, the young teenager's exposed pussy lips looked soft and inviting as brushed pink velvet. Stimulated now by Red's mouth at her breasts, the slender folds of flesh were moist and partly open, just enough to allow Laura to peek into the dark narrow tunnel that led up into the depths of the girl's hotly quivering belly. Her tiny clitoris appeared as no more than a slight swelling, but Laura knew only too well that it would soon expand to twice its size as the full effect of Red's slavering lips hit the girl.
Anne's thighs jumped as Laura's fingertips brushed lightly over the girl's passion-flushed cunt. "Oh...." It was not the first time she had ever been touched down there. At parties with the lights out, she had let a couple of boys feel her, but always outside her panties. This was the first contact anyone had ever made directly to her naked flesh, and Anne was afraid. Miss Davis...Laura's brazen touch was exciting her! The gentle hand was so soft and sure, the touch of the fingers so light and delicate as they parted her cuntal lips more and slipped into the slick, satin-smooth furrow, moving through the length of it, back to front.
Laura could not help but be reminded now of her first sexual encounter with Sandy, with whom heaven had opened that long ago summer day in the lilacs. She had been younger than Anne was now and in her inebriated passion, she only wanted to help the youngster to find what she had missed. She wanted to arouse the girl before her, get her in the proper mood, so it would be a pleasurable experience for the three of them.
"Oh, no...no...." Anne cried out in mild panic as Laura found and softly stroked the girl's clitoris, making it stiffen with sexual excitement. Anne began to thrash around but made no attempt to close her legs.
Still using the same gentle touch, Laura spread apart the lust-bloated folds of flesh with her fingertips, as her head dipped slowly forward. Never before in her entire life had Laura even imagined she would want to touch another woman's pussy with her mouth. Even now, lost as she was in the grip of wild passionate longing, for one long reluctant moment she was not sure she could do it. It was completely against her nature, obscene and unnatural. She was not a lesbian! Yet tonight she couldn't help herself.
The warmth of Anne's thighs against her cheeks checked all of Laura's indecisiveness. She looked again at the totally exposed cunt before her. It really was lovely, she thought, so sweet, so pinkly tempting. She put her lips to the soft tender flesh at the inside of the girl's thighs, and the sweet intimate musk-scent that filled her nostrils incited her further. Her face moved uncontrolled, nearer and nearer to the open pink slit. The gap between the lips spread wider apart as Laura breathed softly against them, the complex of vulnerable flesh defenselessly yielding up its innermost secrets.
Laura kissed the very center of Anne's young cunt, pursing her lips and pressing them deeply into the heart of the girl's most precious treasure. Anne gasped then the sound trailed off into a moan, tensed for a moment, spread her legs wider and then went completely limp.
Laura closed her eyes and let herself drift away into a state of beautiful physical pleasure, experiencing solely the sensations of touch and smell and taste. She ignored all contemplation as to whether what she was doing was right or wrong, and applied herself wholeheartedly to the slicking and tongue-ing of Anne's virgin cunt, savoring its syrupy-sweet wetness and slowly becoming oblivious to all else.
Whether or not, Red knew, or cared what his sensuous mentor was doing to his girlfriend, he gave no indication. Like the woman who had taught him the fine art of sex, he concentrated fully on one thing, sucking Anne's soft-budding young breasts, thrilled with her animated response.
At first, he was not certain whose hand he felt at his fly, fumbling open the zipper. It was not until the hand reached inside his trousers and brought his cock out into the open that he recognized the older woman's soft, sure touch. He was positive that Anne, in her youthful innocence could not know how to stroke him with such finesse, sliding the foreskin down off his desire-slick glans almost down to the crown, then back up again to the eagerly seeping tip, causing searing nerve impulses to race faster and faster through the length of his rigid shaft with each knowing stroke of her hand on his burgeoning cock.
As she continued to excite Red with her right hand, Laura slipped her left hand beneath the soft white cheeks of his girlfriend's naked buttocks to cup and squeeze them fondly. Her lips glued in undeniable passion to Anne's heatedly awakening young fourteen year old cunt, she sucked with a relentless ardor, striking now and then at the girl's tiny swollen clitoris like a stab of forked lightning. Then she began shaking her head from side to side making her long hair swish tantalizingly across Anne's thighs, hiding her lewd lesbian caresses like a curtain.
This was not at all the way Laura had planned it. Her idea was to get Anne and Red worked up, so that he would fuck Anne. Not only to show Red how sexually inadequate an immature girl like Anne could be, compared to how she could make him feel. Also, Laura hoped that maybe if Red did the girl against her will, it might turn Anne against him. Certainly Laura never intended to become involved herself. Yet, here she was the most active member of the affair aroused to a pitch where she had become completely divorced from her usually good senses, ensnared in her own trap.
Anne had begun to rock and shiver so uncontrollably on the couch that Laura had all she could do to keep her mouth buried in the girl's warm, savory, wet cuntal flesh. The young girl was babbling incoherently, the mouth on her breasts and the one sucking and lapping at the innermost depths of her pussy threatening to drive her out of her mind. So violently was she squirming and thrusting herself up and down on the cushions that Laura knew the girl's climax could not be far off. Anne was half-sobbing, gasping for breath, her eyes open, staring up sightlessly at the ceiling. Laura changed her attack and moved her tongue upward, licking insistently on the stiff red button of her pulsing clitoris. Anne's entire body tensed as if summoning the last ounce of strength in an attempt to sustain that most incredibly wonderful of all human feelings, and then with a wail, she began spastically filling Laura's mouth with the thick hot liquid of her passion. It flooded the older woman's mouth and flowed lewdly down her throat, forcing her to swallow even as her tongue continued its wild wanton stabbings at the child's pulsating pussy flesh.
"Ooohhhhh, oh...God...oh, I'm cumming!" Anne moaned, the ecstasy almost too much to bear.
And even while the sensual convulsions were still racking Anne's body, Laura yanked on Red's rock-hard young cock, pulling him toward the girl's splayed thighs. "Fuck her," Laura panted wild-eyed. "Fuck her before she cools off."
Wild shock showed in Anne's big eyes. "No...no, Red! Please no! I don't want you to."
She clenched her quivering legs together and began crawling backward away from the two of them along the sofa.
"You little dear!" Laura groaned out, her eyes glazed with passion. "You're denying yourself the best part."
Anne continued to pull away. "No...."
Laura shifted her gaze from Anne to the partly-exposed head of Red's cock. Like a flower in full bloom it was at the height of its beauty. Crazed now with wanting, Laura could not resist the temptation of dipping her head forward, licking the boy's blood-engorged glans, than taking it in her mouth and sucking on it avidly. But she did not want to make him cum that way. With method still in her madness, Laura quickly shed her pink dress and her panties. Then stark naked, she threw herself down on her back on the deep-carpeted floor, splayed her shapely legs and presented her hungering cunt to him.
"Show her, darling," she breathed, looking up at Red. "Show her how beautiful it can be. Fuck me while your girlfriend watches, darling."
Red had reached the point where his cock was itching and straining so badly that it did not much matter who he screwed. He just wanted to get it into a cunt and shoot out the sperm that had backed up so furiously in his lust-tightened balls. Without any more persuasion, he slid from the sofa, pulled down his pants and knelt up between Laura's widely parted thighs. With her holding her vaginal lips spread apart with her fingertips, he lunged forward and drove his rampant rod of flesh deep into her hot, desire-drenched cunt.
Laura threw back her head and closed her eyes in ecstasy as her young lover pumped against her open loins. Delicious mewls of pleasure escaped her lips and she rubbed the moisture-slick insides of her thighs against his hips and, reaching behind him, grasped his pounding ass-cheeks to help him establish a more even rhythm.
In shock at the obscene spectacle taking place on the floor in front of her, Anne grabbed up her rumpled negligee and held it in front of her body as she half-sat, half-lay on the sofa, watching them as if she could not wholly believe what her eyes were witnessing. The fear and awe and incredulity with which she beheld her boyfriend and his lover slowly began turning to fascination and curiosity as she watched their sensual gyrations and listened to the moans of carnal pleasure they emitted, together with the loud sucking noise Red's cock made sluicing in and out of Miss Davis...Laura's hungrily steaming wet pussy. Anne could feel her body growing eager to be a part of their union, but her prim mind kept rejecting it.
A low groan of savage desire suddenly poured from Laura's pulsing throat as her knees gripped Red's sides and she raised her hips, ramming her pelvis up against him. She held there, twisting and grinding until she felt the teenager's savagely pulsating cock expand and grow within the gripping confines of her vagina, his throbbing cock-head now sunk all the way into her quivering belly. She could feel his rhythmic fucking motion as he tried to drive more cock than he possessed into her suctioning cunt. She matched his motion, her hands still clutching his buttocks, moaning and groaning like a she-animal in heat, the sucking sound of his pistoning cock growing louder and wilder in the silent living room.
Eyes clenched tightly, head back, teeth bared, Laura rode out her orgasms that followed one after another, until she lost count, each one causing wild sensations of lustful abandon to churn and swim inside her cock-filled belly. Each one was seemingly more intense than the one it followed, until suddenly everything became just too much for her to bear. Deliberately, she rippled her deepest cuntal muscles against the mushroom-like corona of young Red's hard-pistoning penis.
A deep wild animal groan suddenly roared in his chest, his boyish body stiffened, his cock-head penetrated her spastically throbbing cuntal depths and then exploded! Laura thrilled as she felt wave after wave of his hot jetting sperm searing its ecstatic way into her own pulsing belly. She gritted her teeth together and dug her fingernails cruelly into his buttocks, holding him tight against her and milking every spurt of cum out of him with her greedily massaging cuntal walls.
Laura waited until she felt Red's weaker and final contractions and her own enjoyment began to fade. Then as Red withdrew and pulled back from her, Laura turned her head and looked up at Anne still seated on the edge of the sofa.
"Now you, darling," Laura said to the aghast teenager.
Fear swept the fascination from Anne's blue eyes. "No...."
Still filled with voluptuous feelings and determined that the teenage girl should be fucked, Laura insisted in a firm voice, "I said yes!"
Anne shook her head violently, "No...."
She started to run for the bathroom, the pink negligee held in front but swirling behind her, but Laura was an agile woman and threw her body in a stretched line toward the fleeing girl, grasping one bare ankle. The next moment Anne was on the floor with Laura pinioning her slight shoulders to the deep-pile carpet. Laura could not help but wonder if Anne was fighting to get away quite as strenuously or sincerely as she might have, as the woman turned her head to look at Red. "She's all yours, darling. Do her...fuck her."
"No," Anne screamed. "If you do, I swear, I'll never speak to you again. I'll hate you."
Laura laughed mockingly. "That's what she said when you kissed her titties, and she loved it. She'll love this even more...She'll love you even more."
"I won't!" Anne shouted, almost hysterically.
"Have I ever lied to you, Red darling?" Laura asked. Red shook his head. It was true. She never had. Not since he knew her. Everything she told him turned out just the way Miss Davis said.
Still on his knees on the floor, his pants off now, Red looked down at the inviting slit between his young girlfriend's thrashing legs. It looked so much different from Miss Davis' pussy. The sparser pussy hair alone did that, of course, but Anne's cunt was smaller with delicate pink lips, still slightly inflamed from Laura's sucking and still wet with the den mother's saliva as well as Anne's own sexual secretions. There was no question in his mind that he wanted to screw Anne, perhaps screw her more eagerly than he'd ever wanted his older lover. "But I don't know whether I can," he murmured as he looked down at his cock in semi-repose.
"Of course you can," Laura insisted and there was no doubt in her mind about it, or else even in her heat of a few minutes ago, she would not have let him screw her at the expense of neglecting Anne. That was her primary goal and she knew the boy's penile capabilities. She had seen his cock revive and swell as big and hard as ever in a matter of minutes with her, and now he had even more incentive, a new girl, a fresh piece of tail, an untried pussy!
Once again, Laura was right. Just be looking down at Anne's sensuous young body, perfectly shaped legs and totally naked pussy, caused Red's penis to stir, raise its head and then stand out stiff and straight from his loins, ready for more action. But there was still some slight reluctance in the boy's mind listening to his girlfriend's protests and her threats of the consequences if he "dared fuck her." But Laura's insistence proved the more powerful of the two arguments, especially when Laura knelt astride the girl, reached up to clasp Red's rigid cock, and then brought it forward to the partly open pink lips between Anne's splayed bare legs. There he lingered with the head of his turgid cock posed right over her vulnerable cuntal opening for what seemed an eternal moment, waiting only for the final word of encouragement from one of them to begin its cruel battering work. It came from Laura.
"What are you waiting for?" she goaded. "Do it! Shove it into her!"
It was the signal Red was waiting for to begin addressing a slow relentless pressure to Anne's virginal pussy. As Laura remembered that time of long ago, the original pain that seared and then soothed and then stimulated her to heights of ecstasy she had never before known, Anne gasped, squirmed and tried to retreat from her teenage boyfriend's entry. But Laura was prepared for this reaction and held the girl down forcefully, telling Red that like bad medicine, it was best given in one quick swallow.
"No, no, Red, stop! Oh God, stop!" the nakedly pinioned tennis star screamed as the wine and lust drunk boy advanced.
Red groaned as he felt the almost audible implosion of Anne's hymen.
"Nooooooo!" Anne wailed as the fragile tissue of her maidenhood was ripped asunder before Red's relentlessly driving cock-shaft. For a minute, the boy stopped in fear of having really hurt the girl he liked, but Laura urged him on.
"It's only her cherry," she reassured him, "Now she's no more a virgin, and she'll love you all the more for it."
"I never will," Anne sobbed piteously, rolling her hips and pushing up her captors with her hands, trying to fight them both off at once. "I never will! Please, Red, stop it! You're hurting me!" Though the pain had diminished and it was becoming harder to be convincing. Her cries subsided as Red fucked into her again.
Anne was tight. Excruciatingly tight even for a young girl. To Red, her inner muscles seemed made of steel, and if he'd been any bigger, he never would have made it. As it was, every inch he advanced was filled with hurt for him and for her, but he couldn't stop now. In spite of his pain, she felt good to him and there was something about her that made him want to cum in her squirming little white belly. That something gave him the incentive to persevere, and he kept pushing, her wild writhing beneath him only adding to his desire to fuck her completely. It was with a feeling of tremendous conquest that he was finally sunk to the hilt in her virginal cunt and her fear-crazed struggling ceased.
Laura took one look at the rapture written in the girl's eyes and face and she knew it was no longer necessary to hold her down. She got off Anne and moved to one side away from her. To Red she whispered, "She's all yours to fuck now, darling."
He leaned forward and put his lips to Anne's and kissed her. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he apologized. "Is it better now?"
She turned her head to one side so she would not have to meet his eyes. "Do whatever you want to do. Just...just get it over with."
He began moving slowly against her, his penis sliding in and out of her still tight little vagina squeezing like a fist around his sensitive cock-shaft. Then after a second, Anne's aroused vaginal moisture began to flow again and her body relaxed. Gradually the agony in her cock-skewered belly faded and in its place came the most exquisite feeling of pure rapture she'd ever had.
No longer was Anne lying still. No longer did she keep her face turned away. Instead she looked up at him and held his gaze as she began moving with him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his lust-hardened boy-cock pistoned rapidly in and out between her openly trembling legs, disappearing completely on the deep downstrokes. His balls had refilled as quickly as his penis had grown hard again, and he was fucking her with long, powerful strokes that belied his youthful frame.
Laura watched as the young girl's whole tender white body became alive with uncontrollable passion, no longer offering even token resistance. After moments of squirming around on the rug beneath her young lover, Anne arched her back and began grinding her hips up and down in a sexual frenzy as Red kept fucking in and out of her throbbing wet pussy.
As if to get even with her for all the threats she had made him, Red withdrew his lust-stiffened rod of flesh and held it poised tantalizingly just at the entrance to her quivering cunt lips. He grinned at his pretty conquest as he felt her vaginal mouth hungrily rippling around his swollen cock-head. This was the girl who'd said she didn't want it! How right Laura had been once again, he thought. He could feel the muscles of her whole body tightening, gasps of frustration pouring from deep in her throat as she looked up at him pleadingly.
Nothing mattered to Anne right now, except getting that exquisite length of pulsing young male cock-flesh fucking deep back up inside her eager cunt again. She was desperate for it, desperate to know what it was like to have it explode all through her inexperienced belly. Never in her life did she dream she could find such exquisite pleasure. Her whole body twitched with lewd anticipation as she saw him close in on her, felt the hot firm flesh of his coveted penis parting her vaginal lips again.
Red was unable to control the shudders of pleasure rippling up and down his spine as he pushed the head of his cock back into her vagina and felt her passion-inflamed cunt lips gripping spasmodically around him. He rested there a moment in the warm wet clasp of her pussy, then rammed deep into Anne's belly and held there, as out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the den mother sitting beside them. Miss Davis did not look very happy, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? But there was no time to worry about Miss Davis now, when the deep inner muscles of Anne's pussy was nibbling madly on the glans of his cock.
He pulled halfway out of his girlfriend's desperate cunt, forward again until he was once more buried to the hilt in her wetly clasping vagina. His buttocks flexed and hollowed as he began ramming in and out, faster and faster, his penis creating the same lewd sucking sounds in her tight hot pussy that it did with Miss Davis.
Anne's full-lipped pink mouth hung half-open for him to kiss her again, as her belly bucked and churned in a tempo of jungle lust.
"Oh, darling," she breathed as her legs instinctively began climbing, her ankles sliding on the backs of his legs, her hips pounding up at him as if she had been fucking all her born days. "I didn't mean any of those awful things I said...I...I love you." She caught her breath. "Ohhh, Red, I feel funny...all crazy
I think...I think something's going to happen...."
And it did! Her voluptuous body shuddered in pleasure, as she jerked and gyrated her loins against him, trying to swallow up every inch of his young virile manhood.
Suddenly she spasmed! From somewhere deep inside her a fiery liquid burst like a grenade around his rapidly pistoning cock, pouring down the sides of her thighs, her cunt lips opening and closing and throbbing with an insane rhythm.
"Ooooh now, darling! Now!" she cried out, not quite certain what it would be like when it happened. "Oh, Red, I'm cumming!"
Red, as Laura had taught him, held back his own orgasm until he could stand it no longer. Now as his strong, youthful, well-oriented cock held deep in the depths of Anne's belly, like a deadly snake, he felt the venom squirting from the tip of his wildly contracting penis in a seemingly never-ending stream of passion.
Beneath him, the child's lush young body twisted from side to side in a dance of joyous, lewd abandon, moaning his name over and over as she continued to orgasm right along with him. Until her eyes rolled up in her head and she lapsed into momentary unconsciousness.
It was then that Red leaned forward and kissed her, tenderly, devotedly, flush on her open mouth.
Laura sat and watched as if in a daze. Drunk and half-crazed with jealousy and passion, she could still see with crystal clarity what a miserable failure she had been at trying to play God to these two young lovers. Everything she had planned had gone wrong. Instead of Anne proving a sexual flop, as Laura had figured once she was impaled on Red's penis the girl proved herself a sexual dynamo and worst of all, rather than drive them apart, the distraught den mother had succeeded only in pushing them closer together. Her whole scheme had boomeranged and exploded right in her face. Her heart was positively broken. At least for awhile.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
It took Laura a month of living without Red to decide that she had to find someone else, fortunately, Red's bowling alley job became so pressing that he had to give up his den chief activities...at least that is what he said. Laura wondered if it were not another example of his considerate sensitivity. He must have been able to tell how frustrated she was!
Once Red left, she was able to rebuff Ernie without appealing to his compassion. She simply pointed out to him that if he told Red's father now about something he discovered months ago, his report would look ridiculous. Ernie tried appealing to her compassion then but she would have none of it. She was looking for something more her size!
One afternoon when the meeting was over, a girl named Meg and Anne both came by for Meg's little brother, Stuart, but it was Anne who took him home rather than his sister. Margaret Wilkins, or "Meg" as she was known to everyone, approached the den mother very timidly.
"Miss Davis," she said in a small voice. "I'm wondering if I can talk to you when you're finished?"
"Of course, darling," Laura Davis said. "Speak out. There's very little left for me to do here," she lied, "And it can wait."
Meg was at least fifteen, Laura guessed and painfully thin. She was light, Danish stock. Her breasts were not bad, though, and her legs were shapely.
Meg swallowed and her blue eyes filled with a kind of mild terror, as if now that she was here, she was not at all sure she should have come. Falteringly, she said, "It's rather a personal subject, Miss Davis...."
Laura called out to Jimmy, who was still pushing stools against the wall. "Why don't you run along now, Hon. I can do the rest." After Jimmy had gone, Meg continued.
"I...I don't know for sure whether you'll believe me," she said shyly but then blurted desperately, "I've just got to tell someone...I've got to have help...there's no one else who can help me at all but you!"
By this time Laura had decided that the girl was pregnant and maybe Anne, her friend, had sent her. "Exactly what is it you must tell me, dear?" she asked.
The girl looked around to be very sure than none of the little cub scouts were hovering in the corners or hiding behind a chair eavesdropping. "You know Mr. Canton," she said suddenly through her teeth.
"Yes, of course. The cub master, you mean." Laura was aghast. Mr. Canton, with his rakish dark hair that he extended in long sideburns down his cheeks, was enough to turn the head of any girl of any age. But unmarried or not, if he had gotten a girl Meg's age in trouble, he certainly had problems ahead. Undoubtedly, it would not hurt his job with the optical company but it would certainly destroy his scouting activities, an extremely important part of his life.
"Well," Meg broke tremulously into the den mother's thoughts. "My other brother, Steven, is in the scouts, too and so I always seemed to be running into Mr. Canton everywhere I went!" she exclaimed with a kind of rueful laugh.
"And you got a crush on him?" Laura ventured, hoping for their sakes that this was all and knowing how big a small problem often seemed to a teenager.
"That's all it was, Miss Davis," Meg dropped her eyes. "But it turned into a nightmare. Oh, really!" She started to cry. Instead of comforting her, Laura took both her arms in her hands, avid now for the gory details.
"If you don't describe your 'nightmare' I can hardly help you," she said firmly.
Meg went and got another stool and placed it beside the one on which Laura was half-sitting and half-standing. It looked to Laura as though she had better sit as well.
"It...it began last year," the teenager began. "I kept bumping into Mr. Canton everywhere I went, it seemed. And he often looked at me kind of funny. Then one day dawned on me that he probably thought I was doing it on purpose. I did have, as you said, a kind of crush on him, but I didn't know how to explain." Then she pulled her mouth into that sad, wry little grin of hers, "Little did I know he was following me!"
"Really?" Laura wondered about Mr. Canton's taste. There were so many hot little cookies with brothers involved in scouting that she was surprised at his choice. Well, who can say?
"Really!" sighed Meg. "Then one evening I met him coming out of the drugstore at the corner of my street and he looked at me with such surprise that I was surprised too and he told me that I was going in the wrong direction because the troop was at his house!" Meg glanced at Laura to see if she could tell how much she believed. "I asked him what troop did he mean and he said, 'why the girl scouts, of course.' Hadn't anyone told me? Well...." the child sighed again. "I mean how dumb can you be! I went with him and naturally there was no troop there! He said we could munch on chips and dip while we waited and he also had some soda."
"No liquor?" Laura asked as she caught the drift of things.
"No. Just soda. Then finally another girl from the troop did come...not exactly my type...Marcia Withers," she obviously was reluctant to reveal a name but was determined to tell everything and get it off her chest.
"I don't believe I know Marcia," Laura said to ease the girl's sense of guilt.
"When Marcia came, she apologized for being late so that made me wonder where everyone else was, but anyway...we started playing tag then. It was the weirdest tag I ever played. You had to catch someone with your mouth and kiss them instead of with your hand. I...I...I had never been kissed like that before. I mean when Mr. Canton caught me the first time, he wouldn't stop kissing! I tried to pull away because he had grabbed me with his hands and I thought hands were supposed to be unfair. They were his rules! Anyway, he put his tongue in my mouth, of all things. Then he pushed his big, hard, you-know-what against my stomach. Then on top of that, Marcia kissed me!" Meg stopped and gulped, indignant perhaps at the perfidy of her own sex.
"Well, to make a long story short...."
Laura broke in. "There is no need to shorten anything, dear. Get it all out of your system. It's much better that way."
"Anyway, when Marcia kissed me, she ran her hands all over my body and made me feel all funny. That's when Mr. Canton told me how hard Steven had worked and how all Steven's badges depended upon him, Mr. Canton. I'm not a moron, Miss Davis. I knew what he was telling me. Steven may be my brother and all, Miss Davis...." the child's eyes were again filling with tears, "but...but !...I...I love him! We've always been very close. I couldn't bear...." She swallowed her temptation to cry and went on. "So all three of us went into the bedroom and got on the bed. I thought he meant that we'd hug and kiss a few times. But that was only the beginning. Marcia started rolling around on top of me and I began feeling all wet and crazy-like up inside. Next thing I knew she had her bra off and mine too...and she began kissing my breasts...licking my nipples." She looked at Laura in deep shame. "I guess you wouldn't let them do that to you, Miss Davis, but if they did, you'd know what it does to you. It makes you want more and more...even if you know it isn't right...and just try to fight against it!"
"Incidentally," Laura interrupted a moment. She had thought that Anne had told Meg about her experience with Laura and that this had been Meg's reason for coming to the den mother. "Why did you think I would be the person to tell, Meg?"
"Well, I don't really know. Anne said you would understand completely."
"What else did Anne say?" asked Laura rather sharply.
"N...nothing." Meg stared at her with such open-eyed innocence that Laura knew it was true. "I just wondered, dear, at your great confidence in me. It is flattering, you know." She patted the girl's hand. "And well placed. I assure you."
Meg was reassured. "Let's see, where was
I."
"Marcia was kissing your...breasts." She had almost said tits! She herself was being aroused by the story. She was suddenly aware of a warmness in her loins, a tingling in her breasts. For a moment, she envisioned herself in bed once again with Red. He was sucking on her naked breasts, filling her body with incredibly beautiful sensations.
"Oh, yes. So before I could even begin to stop her, Marcia had her hand down inside my panties, feeling between my legs...and she kept it up until I...came! Then Mr. Canton got onto the bed with us and they took off my panties...and while Marcia held me down, kissing me, Mr. Canton...he...did me."
Again Meg dropped her tear filled eyes in shame. "Why didn't you go to your mother and father and tell them what happened?" Laura asked.
"I was afraid," Meg replied. "I thought of it, but you know my father believes that anyone who gets into trouble is asking for it. That's the way he is. You can't talk to him. My mother always says, tell your father! Then even if they believed me and blamed Mr. Canton...I hate to hurt anyone, Miss Davis. I don't know why, but nothing seems as important as hurting someone. I can't ever seem to do it."
Laura knew that this was a fair evaluation of Meg's foremost characteristic. She was the only girl in a family with four boys, two younger, one twin, Steven, and one older. She spoiled them all.
"Then, to tell the truth," Meg continued. "I...I got to sort of like it," she confessed.
"You mean it happened more than once?" Laura asked.
"Yes, what happened was that Marcia said she didn't want to go to Mr. Canton's any more. She said she was going with a guy who wanted to marry her and she thought she's stick with him and see if she liked him better. I kind of thought
Mr. Canton might ask me to get someone to take her place and, boy, I was scared at that!"
"Did he?" Laura asked tremulously. Could this be what the girl was leading up to? Was she to be made this lewd offer? Was she such a good actress that she could hide the fact that Anne had told her everything?
Meg shook her head. "No."
"You do it alone with him?" Laura could see no problem in that unless, as she thought before, they had gotten into trouble.
"No," admitted Meg, "now there's another man who does it to me, too, and it's no fun at all any more."
"Who?"
"I don't know. Mr. Canton calls him Jack. That's all I know." Then her face lit up a little, "Wait. I think he works at the optical company with Mr. Canton because one night he said something about picking him up in the morning."
Laura shrugged, thinking more of a car pool, but it was important. "What about Jack's behavior. That's more to the point," she prodded.
"I hated him right from the start," Meg continued. "Ever since he began coming around, they've made me do such awful things, things that aren't natural, or normal, or right."
Laura had begun to wonder about that lately. Exactly what is unnatural, abnormal, or wrong? The more she heard and saw in this life, the more she questioned this something "right" everyone kept referring to. Who did it? she wondered. Certainly not those who were always talking about it! "Why don't you simply stay away from them?" Laura reasoned.
"That wouldn't work at all," Meg pouted. "Steven would never get another badge and then there's Stuart and Bill coming along. What I was hoping...I thought maybe you could talk to him, reason with him for me. Maybe if you told him I don't want to anymore he'd listen and would know better than to try anything funny with my brothers. I mean, maybe he'd get scared a little, you know?"
Laura Davis knew that she was suddenly ensnared in a problem she wanted no part of. It was much too close to her own experiences for her to censure anyone. Yet, she felt sorry for Meg because her problem entailed two grown men and Laura knew how impossible it was to deal with just one. And she, Laura, had been in love with Red. It had been an enjoyable experience for them both. Obviously it was not enjoyable for Meg had a problem more resembling Laura's problem with Ernie than anything else.
The girl had come to her for help, ironically feeling that Laura Davis was the only one she could trust to help her. Thinking of Ernie, Laura found it hard to turn her back on Meg, to tell her that she did not want to become involved, that she should settle her own problem. She just might be doing Mr. Canton a big favor if she helped Meg. There was no telling what a distraught girl like Meg might do that would ruin his career. Then there was this Jack. Possibly he had Canton under his thumb the same way Canton had Meg. There was still much to find out.
"I can't just walk up to Mr. Canton and tell him to stop," was Laura's argument. "He would just laugh at me, Meg. What proof would I have."
"Don't take my work for anything like this, Miss Davis. I wouldn't want you to take my word I've thought of a way you can see for yourself. Mr. Canton has a very big house, if you've ever seen it. In the bedroom he uses there are two big closets and he keeps his clothes in one and his scouting stuff in the other. The one with the scouting stuff is a walk-in with all kinds of games on selves. Anyway, there's plenty of room to hide...."
"I have a key to the house," Meg admitted. "It's so I can use his swimming pool if I want. I thought...I thought we could hide you before he came home. Oh, Miss Davis, you'd have to see it to believe it!"
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
On the way to Ralph Canton's house, Meg told Laura about Richard Knudsen, the most probable reason Margaret Wilkins had decided to turn over a new leaf, Laura guessed. Richard was a senior and a "doll" according to Meg. He was so brilliant that he would graduate at 16, and Meg had been shocked that he had asked her to the movies not long ago. Nor had their relationship stopped with the movies. He had taken her to dances and a lot of parties. She was sure, though, that if Richard ever found out about Mr. Canton, that he would never look at Meg again.
"If Marcia could pull away so easily, why can't you?" asked Laura, who remembered that Marcia had left for a new boyfriend.
"Mr. Canton didn't care about Marcia," Meg said quietly. "Besides he wasn't holding anything over her. What she did, she did because that's the kind of girl she is!" Laura was beginning to think this whole thing sounded a lot more complicated than she yet knew. Well, she would find out.
Canton did live in a lovely house that was situated back from the street behind a pink stone wall that caught Laura's eye immediately. It was impossible to tell if Mr. Canton was home or not. They had not thought of calling him at work to see. So they drove by and Laura parked the car several streets away. It was a beautiful neighborhood in which to walk. Laura made a mental note that some day when she could concentrate on it, she would come just to admire the exquisite landscaping. Meg explained as she walked that it would be best for her to investigate first and come out for Laura if she found no one there.
"Doesn't he have a housekeeper?" Laura asked.
"She only works until noon for Mr. Canton, then goes to some other job," Meg explained. "Mr. Canton eats out anyway except...."
"Except when you come?"
"Yes."
"How long does dinner take? I'm going to get awfully hungry in that closet, I suspect."
"Oh, no," said Meg, who was proud that she had thought of everything. "I made him promise to take me to dinner tonight...afterwards. That way you can get out. I wouldn't forget that!"
The closet was very roomy in spite of the fact that it was full of everything a boy could ever want, it seemed to Laura. At least now, grinned Laura to herself, as she settled down for the wait. Meg had given her a chair from the kitchen and some oatmeal cookies, hardly
Laura's favorite, but they would prevent her stomach from growling should things take a little longer than expected. She had absolutely no idea what kind of a show she was about to witness only that it was about to begin. They had just made it in time for Mr. Canton and his friend "Jack" walked into the room just as Meg was pushing the closet door closed. Laura had placed some tape over the latch bolt to avoid noise. With both men looking in that direction, she kept the door closed for a few minutes before letting it open a crack.
Finally, when she dared peek, she was startled to see Mr. Canton dressing in a green silk robe, although a paler green than the one she had given Red. His friend, Jack, was a coarse looking man. It was easy to see why Meg was revolted by him. He looked jovial and friendly enough, but Laura had an aversion to body hair, at least so much of it! He sat in a big overstuffed chair, wearing shorts with some kind of unreadable print, obscene probably, thought Laura. He was not a bad looking man except for the black hair that curled on him everywhere, on his chest, his legs, and even on his shoulders! Both men were facing one direction. Laura edged the door open just a wee bit more to encompass Meg in her sight line. They were watching Meg undress although they must have watched her dozens of times before. She certainly did it ungracefully, perhaps on purpose. She was down to a flesh-colored set of bra and panties and Laura noted that she did not look as thin without her clothes as she did with them. Her breasts were quite lovely for such a young girl.
Almost immediately, Canton closed in behind Meg and, slipping his hands under her armpits, moved them forward to cup her surprisingly voluptuous breasts through her brassiere. At the same time, he pressed his body close to hers, so that the visible bulge under his green silk robe fit snugly into the valley between the roundly trembling mounds of her panty-covered buttocks. At the same time, he moved her slowly forward toward the bed. Jack, watching them avidly, moved with them and reaching the bed, sat on the edge. He then started running his palms upward along her thighs to her nylon-clad pussy.
To Laura's shocked amazement, she found that this sensual business going on in the bedroom, caused familiar electric tremors to start high up between her own trembling thighs. She tried pressing her thighs together in an attempt to discourage the feeling, but she should have known better. It simply increased the pressure on her overly sensitive cuntal lips, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up into her belly.
Canton had removed Meg's flesh-colored brassiere and Jack had pulled down her panties, so that now she was standing totally naked between the two older men. Canton, too, had let his robe slip from his body so that he was equally as naked as the girl.
In spite of all that was going on in the room, Laura's gaze was riveted on Canton's cock, standing out impudently stiff and straight from the thatch of curly hair that covered his loins. It made her think if Red's penis, maybe because of the way the purple-red glans peeked out almost coyly from the wrinkled foreskin, or because of the way it bobbed up and down as if beckoning to her. Or maybe, she admitted to herself, because she was so damn frustrated for one . . .
Canton now had his middle finger thrust lewdly into a grimacing Meg's tiny anus, greasing it with something he scooped from a jar on the night table beside the bed. From the girl's submissiveness, it was evidently something she had gotten used to. Then he applied some of the' stuff to his stiff, upstanding penis and moved up close to Meg's milk-white ass-cheeks. Slowly but surely, his man-sized cock disappeared into the crease between her trembling buttocks.
Still held from behind by Canton, the young teenage girl was made to bend forward at the waist until her head was directly above Jack's loins as he sat on the side of the bed. Canton's friend lost no time in ripping open his shorts, his cock jumping out like a coiled spring. It was as coarse looking to Laura's tastes as the man himself. It had a network of thick blue veins running through its length from his hairy scrotum to the blunt wet bulbous head.
As Canton continued to pull and massage Meg's dangling, taut-nippled breasts from behind, and Jack obscenely fingered her naked pussy, Meg was made to oval her lips and fit them down over the head of Jack's thick, blood-engorged cock. As many times as she had done it during the past weeks, she still didn't like the taste of him and his powerful male odor made her head swim. Still she obediently began sucking him, while Canton kept grudgingly inching his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper up into her by now well-stretched young anus.
With Meg squirming more and more with each new thrust, Canton made into her skewered ass-cheeks, Laura still watching from inside the closet, found it impossible to keep herself divorced from what was happening in the room. Without conscious thought, her hands stirred at her sides and traveled slowly upward to grasp her firm excited breasts through her clothing. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through her vibrant body as her knowing fingers pressed into the soft resilient mounds and tweaked her tingling nipples into pebble-hard erection, her eyes all the while glued to the profane scene inside the bedroom.
"Oooohhh," she could hear Meg groan, as her tormentors tried something new.
Jack had now moved to the center of the mattress and as Meg straddled his middle, he fitted his lust-thickened cock up into the narrow pink slit between her girlish legs. Without breaking contact, Canton was on the bed right behind her, his massive penis still locked tight in her wide-stretched anus. He waited only until his friend was properly adjusted to shove his cock right up to the hilt in the girl's rectum. Then with her frail, white, little girl body sandwiched lewdly between the two hulking men began fucking her simultaneously. They fucked her slowly at first with long, deep, penetrating thrusts. Then as the twin little holes of her cunt and asshole relaxed and began to moisten with her hotly flowing secretions and theirs, they fucked up into her faster and faster, establishing a rhythm all three could follow.
Even from the closet, Laura could see Meg writhing between them, see her moaning and shuddering in the throes of ecstasy as, in spite of her abhorrence, one small orgasm dovetailed into another in the girl's dually filled belly as the two men entered into a competition to see which of them could hold back the longest from spewing his hotly scalding cum into her.
Maybe it was Laura's long abstinence from sex, together with the sensations she knew Meg must be experiencing. But she moved one hand down from her straining breasts and let it slide, as if on its own, up beneath her skirt, along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She muffled a gasp as her thumbnail scraped over her panty-clad clitoris, and then, slowly, deliberately, she continued to run her pointed fingernails, back and forth over the thin band of nylon that covered her aching pussy, tensing and mewling softly each time she touched the tiny, erect titty of her cunt. When finally it got too much for her, she brazenly worked the tip of her outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic leg band of her passion-drenched panties, burying it deep between her throbbing wet vaginal lips. Writhing with the soft stroking of her lust-quenching finger, she was unable to control the loud moan that escaped her lips. She froze for a long moment, fearful that those on the bed might have heard her and known she was watching them. But they were far too absorbed in their own depravities to notice.
Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Laura spread her legs as wide apart as she could where she was standing. Then with her whole back arching, she shoved her middle finger far up into her hungering cunt, flooded now with the wet flow of pleasure that her own seductive touch had induced. Again she was forced to freeze for a moment, this time completely paralyzed by the rapturous sensations of the complete sexual arousal that overcame her. Then she began rotating her finger further up inside her clutching vaginal orifice in small, cunt stretching circles, causing the narrow passage to expand until she could fit a second and then a third finger up inside.
On the bed, the sounds of Meg's passion had assumed a regular rhythm as the girl began a low chanting moan in response to the steady sandwich-fucking of the two men between whom she was still helplessly held. Picking up the sound of the girl's impassioned gasps, Laura began the same rhythm, ramming her fingers in and out of her wetly sucking cunt, while her free hand pulled almost cruelly at her aching nipples. She was ashamed of what she was doing to herself. But it was impossible for her to stop, her hands having taken over control of her will.
Then Meg's choking cries began reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could mean only one thing her skimming orgasms were over and she was building toward the really big one. Which meant, too, that it was time for the two men to really fuck her crazy.
"Oooooohhhh my God!" The girl's wild, delirious cry came screeching into the closet and then trailed off into a wild strangled scream. Even to Laura's passion-clogged senses, it was possible to discern the wild crashing of the bedsprings and the obscene outbursts of the two men as they emptied their hotly spurting male sperm deep into Meg's little girl belly and rectum.
This was the moment that Laura unconsciously had been waiting for. Thrusting her three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go, she fought to puncture the illusory bubble of her passion and cum together with the three in the room. And then the first incredible shock of her orgasm hit her with savage force. She sucked in her stomach muscles like a diver making her first plunge, her whole body stiffening and arching backwards. She bit down sharply on her lower lip to stifle any sound she might make as she threw back her head and continued to thrust her three finger, like a thick hard cock, in and out of her wildly contracting cunt. Completely out of control now, Laura closed her eyes and let her feet slip off the box so that she could spread her legs still farther apart to welcome the hand, that she now considered belonged to some phantom lover. She could feel the hot flood of her orgasmic secretions drenching her hand and her panties and smearing down the smooth skin at the inside of her quivering thighs.
She had no idea how long it went on, but when she opened her eyes and gazed about, she did not at once recognize her surroundings. But then as everything became closer, she shook her head, thoroughly ashamed of what she had done, wishing she had someone to blame for her lewd finger-fucking of her own cunt.
The two men had disengaged themselves from Meg and gotten off the bed, their penises spent and hanging down like tassels between their legs. But Meg still lay on the bed, curled up like a fetus, hands covering her face, not even bothering to pull a sheet up over her nakedly quivering body. Mr. Canton spoke to her about getting dressed if they were going out to dinner and she stirred, reminded of Laura, no doubt.
Now that her own passion had been appeased at least for the present, a great many thoughts began tumbling around inside Laura's head. Strange, mixed-up, contradicting thoughts. Oddly enough, it did not bother her too much that the men had double-fucked such a young, young girl. It so closely paralleled her own experiences with young boys. She also felt that Meg had, more or less, encouraged it by her frequent voluntary visits with Canton. On the other hand, she understood only too well the desire to get out of a sexual situation that was obnoxious. She considered for a moment, after the three were dressed and Jack had gone hurriedly out the door, home to his wife probably, that maybe if she made an indignant entrance now everything could be solved and gotten over with. But she was not convinced that she had to handle the problem by letting Canton know that she had seen him. That ought to be the last resort. Before she could make up her mind what to do, Canton and Meg had left and the silence of the empty house brought her to.
At first she thought of taking something with her in case she might need proof that she had indeed seen him. She chuckled as she went brusquely out the front door. What more proof would he need other than a vividly detailed, blow by blow description?
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CHAPTER TEN
By the next day, Laura had still not decided if and how to help Meg. She supposed she would have to do something. After all it was hardly likely that an upstanding pillar of morals like the old maid den mother, Miss Davis would not do something! She had to help her for her own protection. But today she had other things on her mind. She felt that the new den chief she had chosen from the scout troop was ready for his introduction to her touch. There was no reason not to use the same method she had used on Red and others before him. Harry would be very good, she believed. He would certainly welcome an enjoyable experience. Poor thing had not many of those in his background. Just the thought of him excited her, his black hair contrasting with his skin that was so white, it seemed translucent sometimes.
And so, after meeting that afternoon, she surreptitiously removed several games from one of the top shelves, rolled a fifty dollar bill into the palm of her hand, and called Harry over to put the games away. The denner, Jimmy, never needed much persuasion to leave and everything worked according to plan. She took great care to be sure the door was locked. There would be no Ernies this time. Amid Harry's protestations of innocence about stealing the money, she got the folding screen and set it up at the foot of the day-bed as before, convinced him easily that he would prefer her punishment than exposure to Mr. Canton as a thief, and got him to unbuckle his pants and drop them onto the floor. She had not heard the key in the lock or the stealthy steps on the wooden floor.
"What's going on here!" Mr. Canton said sternly, frowning deeply, or was that an amused glint in his eye?
"Miss Davis says I took money from her purse, but I didn't, honest, Mr. Canton!" Harry spoke up before Laura could close her surprised mouth.
"How did you get in here?" she rebuked him as though he had walked into her own apartment without knocking.
"I do have a key," said Mr. Canton reasonably. "Harry, I believe you. Run along home and forget it now, okay?" Then before Harry left, he added. "I'm sure whatever happened, it won't happen again. One of the boys was playing a trick on you probably. We'll straighten it out. You won't tell anyone?"
"No, Sir!" Harry promised gladly and ran for home.
"Now," said Canton, "I've got to think this through, Miss Davis. I don't believe this little stealing story for one minute. I know it's a lie."
"And just how do you know that?" she demanded.
He paused dramatically before he went on. Running a hand through his rakish dark hair and rubbing a sideburn as though it itched, he said slowly, "Well, I'm sure you know Ernie, who drives the Goodwill truck. It seems he recovered from a bout of amnesia and remembered to report an incident of some months ago. I have to admit that it sounded far-fetched to me, but he tipped me off about the folding screen, and, quite frankly, I've been keeping an eye on this clubhouse every meeting you've had for some time. It finally paid off!"
This was going to be some game, Laura could see that. She somehow managed to keep from blurting out to him what she knew of him before she could use the information more deftly in her defense.
"I don't think there is anything to be ashamed of in punishing a boy instead of turning him over to those who would be far more harsh!" Laura stood her ground. "I don't know what this Ernie thinks or why he is inclined to make up stories. I should think if he had anything to report, he would have done it immediately, don't you?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I thought exactly that," retorted the cub master, "but I'm afraid he also reported the kind of blackmail he used."
Mr. Canton the cub master was quiet. Ralph Canton the man was eaten alive by curiosity! Tie main reason he had not believed Ernie until he had some evidence for himself was Ernie's insistence that this Laura Davis was some dish, naked anyway. Laura was quiet also for a moment. She was looking over her ammunition, attempting to select the lethal weapon in the pile.
"Huh," she said. "Some people are so perverted themselves, they are willing to believe anything."
"What do you mean by that?" he scowled darkly.
"I mean that a person who indulges in lewd sex acts themselves is more easily convinced that everyone else does the same thing."
He was at a loss for a moment. "Are you referring to Ernie or me?" was his next stab at the opponent.
"I am referring to a not-so-gallant young man in the light green robe with a horribly hairy friend named Jack and...."
"Who told you...."
He was obviously shocked beyond words and yet he managed to find some, the wrong ones, of course, because he blurted them out-without thinking.
"No one told me a thing," said Laura coldly. "I have eyes."
He sat heavily on the couch beside the den mother. She had started to look upon the situation as ludicrous and was getting ready to strike an amiable bargain, but now it seemed as though her tactics might work.
"Well!" he said. "And what are you planning to do with your knowledge?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Really?" He was thinking of what she had had to say about Ernie's failure to report her immediately. Suddenly, after staring with what she thought were unseeing eyes at the maize blouse that successfully covered her shapeliness, he smiled with a sudden charm that could have won the devil himself. "I have several things in mind," he continued as he appraised her once more from head to foot, drawing his own conclusions about what was hidden beneath the ghastly, ill-fitting uniform.
"I'll bet you do," she said.
"In the first place," he began. "I much prefer punishment at your hands than anyone else's. I assume you give everyone the same choice."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," she pretended.
"Oh, I think you do, Laura," he paused. 'I hope you don't mind if I call you Laura? I think it's so much more appropriate, since you md I are going to be, shall we say, very close friends."
"I wish you'd get to the point and leave," Laura said icily. "I don't know what kind of bribery you think will work but I don't fall for bribery or blackmail or anything else an...." She stopped short.
"That's what I was afraid of," he laughed. 'You don't fall for it anymore!" And he emphasized the word she had not finished.
Laura drew in a deep breath that seemed to steady her a little emotionally, even if it did nothing to quiet the turbulence going on inside he belly and brain.
"Or I could punish you," he whispered, removing her glasses, "if you prefer it that way." He pulled the pins from her hair and she was so stunned she could not stop him.
"You...you'll let Meg go? she asked weakly, recalling vaguely that there was something she had not yet done. She should stop him, but there was now no chance to get Harry or anyone else for that matter, and Ralph Canton was not the most undesirable of men, if you could stand men and she thought maybe this once . . .
"Anything you say." He was not a man to waste time. He removed both her skirt and her blouse himself and appraised her with the eye of a connoisseur. "I never would have believed it!" he declared, unhooking her bra next and slipping it down off her arms, his eyes frankly admiring her shapely, pink-nippled breasts. He ran his hands up the outside of her bare thighs over her panties. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband of the plain white nylon pants and started to drag them down. "I never figured on this much, I mean the way you look under those mid-century clothes you wear!"
When her pants were down around her knees, he admired her flat bare tummy and the triangle of luxuriant chestnut curls that covered the rise of her pussy.
She decided to tease him. It seemed to come naturally with her. Legs clenched together, body stiff, Laura told him with mock indignation, "I don't like grown men to touch me, to make love to me."
His smile broadened. "And I don't like making love to mature women. But you know something, Laura? I have a sneaky hunch that contradictory to all the rules of science, this is going to be one time when two negatives make a positive!" He called attention to the swelling at his crotch. "Gee whiz, Miss Davis," he said in a little boy's voice. "What's that doing? It's not my fault, Miss Davis, honest it isn't! It's all yours!" She could not help but laugh.
He touched her breasts and then the soft hot flesh between her legs, making her jump at first, then causing a slow and suffusing pleasure to burn through her naked body. "Now come on down here." He pulled her down with him onto the couch. For long luxurious moments, he licked and kissed her breasts and fingered her pussy with an accomplished artistry that soon had her shivering and panting. Finally he stood up, his cock throbbing wildly beneath his trousers.
"Got any Vaseline or cold cream?"
"In the First Aid Kit." She breathed excitedly, unable to hide her eagerness for him to fuck her anyway he liked now.
He hurried away to the John and came back almost at once with a jar of Vaseline. "Turn over, face down," he told her.
He had worked her up to such a pitch with his mouth and fingers that she was in no mood to argue, she was hot enough to want him, man or not, however he wanted her. She remembered how she used to like it when Ernie fucked her from the rear, dog-style. So without argument, she rolled over on her belly.
It took Canton no time at all to get his clothes off. The next thing she felt was his hands on her buttocks, roving their velvety smooth surface, inspecting the temptingly deep crevice between them, fingering her supersensitive anus. Then his fingers were pressing inside, first one, and then two, stretching and filling her tiny, puckered little nether entrance with Vaseline.
"Aaaaahhh! Christ, Ralph, stop it!" Laura protested. "That hurts!"
Her body broke out in a sudden, cold sweat. She had thought Canton was going to do it the way Ernie had, fuck her cunt from behind. She had felt kindly toward him for his consideration, knowing she was unaccustomed to his manly size, to grease her pussy before entering her. But now to her dread horror she realized that he was going to fuck her up her ass. If only she had used her head, she would have remembered that he had done it that way to Meg!
"Please no," Laura begged him, frantically, "Not that way."
"Have you ever been fucked this way before?" He asked as he took his fingers out of her rectum. She could now see that he was greasing his cock. She shook her head, no. "Then how do you know you're not going to like it?" he pat to her. "Some women, even some kids like Meg, prefer it this way. Maybe you will too."
Meg had been able to take it. Maybe it did stretch enough. Could she put up with the initial pain, though? "Why this way?" she asked him as he spread her legs wider apart and kneeled up between them.
"I like it this way, nice and tight," he said.
"Why teenage girls?" Laura asked. She was unconsciously putting off the time when he would fuck it deep up into her narrow rectal walls.
"They don't ask a lot of foolish questions," he replied. "You know you are going to be very good for a woman, I think. After all those kids you've been fucking you can't be too big anywhere." As he spoke he began fitting his blood-swollen glans to the puckered little circle of her anus, giving it a final juicy swipe before slowly pressing into her.
Laura gasped, lurching forward in a reflexive attempt to escape the pain. But experienced sodomist that he was, Ralph Canton maintained the pressure. She had to bite her lips to keep from sobbing out and she could not stop from shaking her buttocks to dislodge him. But it added to his excitement and made him push into the soft flexing lips of her asshole. This made it even easier.
She was just beginning to regret her complicity, certain that her anus was just too damned small to accept a cock as big as her cub master's. But Canton had no intention of stopping. Suddenly, with surprising abruptness, her anal sphincter yielded and slowly, grudgingly, his searing rod of flesh squeezed in through the tightly strangling little mouth of it. Gradually her tortured anus expanded until his entire rock-hard length was filling her wide-stretched nether passage to the hilt, and he paused a moment to catch his breath after the exertion of berthing himself in her excruciatingly tight rectum. Then slowly he began fucking her.
After a moment of panic during which she thought surely she would black out, Laura began to relax. Since she had decided to try it, she might as well try to get some pleasure out of it this way. She could feel his blood-heavy cock throb wetly inside her as he began a slow in and out stroking, each new stroke loosening her and dulling the pain for both of them.
Reaching under her, he grasped her dangling breasts in one hand, the fingers of the other hand between her legs, skillfully honing her clit as his blood-filled cock continued its sliding motions in and out of her ravaged anus. Bringing grunts of increasing excitement from Canton's contorted lips. For Laura it set weird sensations traveling along her spine and goose bumps covering her body, glistening wet now with his perspiration and her own. Without being fully aware of it, she began moving with him, her legs scissoring open and closed, gently squeezing his cum-filled balls between them.
"Well, is it so bad?" he whispered as he planted a wet kiss on her ear.
"It's getting better," she admitted with a deep grunt. Then in tribute to his fingers lewdly caressing her clitoris, she moaned, "Oooooh, I think...I feel like I'm going to cum." With a gasp, she lapsed into instant rapture, as she clutched his cock more tightly with her now voluntarily strangling rectal muscles.
"Oooooohhh, nice," he crooned. "Keep doing that...I'm close."
His fingers moved more swiftly in her cunt, trying to bring her another orgasm, as his lust-driven cock flashed more freely in and out, each new thrust sheer pleasure for him now.
Laura churned and made wild wailing sounds, grinding her cock-pinned buttocks, pushing back at him strongly to meet each thrust of his mighty shaft. She could feel his churning balls slapping tightly against the backs of her thighs. And then a second orgasm, overtook her and she yelled, "Oooohh, God, I'm cumming again! Ohh, pump harder, faster...cum with me! Cum!"
Her incoherent babblings of passion, coupled with the demands of her writhing body, helped bring him on. He shot a demolishing charge deep into her wildly gripping rectum, the sensation intensified a hundred fold by the strangling constrictions of her sphincter, the tightness of her spasmic nether passage. Laura yelled and gurgled and mewled with each contraction of his spurting cock, grinding her ass against him, degenerately.
"Ooooh, more," she sang out when he stopped shooting. "Do it again...can you?"
"You like it so much?" he asked happily.
"It was beautiful, beautiful," Laura breathed. "Ooooh, any time you want to fuck me this way...any time at all."
She didn't finish because she knew that he knew what she meant. After all these years, they both had finally found what they had been searching for and at that moment, as Ralph Canton retained his hard-on and fucked her a second time, she did not think she would ever want to be fucked any other way ever again. Not even with lilacs!
