In every woman's life there is bound to be a good deal of sexual frustration. Whether this is due to too much or too little, whether it comes too early or too close together, sex continues to be a problem for some women throughout their active lives. This is often due to the fact that women tend to worry about sex more than men do. Women seem to be, by their very nature, indirect creatures.
Psychiatrists will say that more women than men will tell you not to do something when they really want you to do it. More women will tell a man to go, when they want him to stay, will say no, when they mean maybe.
This very indirectness is usually conceded to be part of the root trouble the sensitive woman has when it comes to sex in the early middle years. The sexually satisfied woman of thirty to forty years is particularly susceptible to this syndrome.
This average woman is married, comfortable with a man in bed, reacting normally, climaxing often enough to remain satisfied, and more often than not a loving mother and wife with or without an outside job. The woman without a job is apt at this juncture in her life to experience a slow nagging dissatisfaction she really can't understand, but sooner or later she realizes that she is in a sexual rut. There are hundreds of ways to break out, and sometimes a woman will select a nearby teenage boy, from thirteen to sixteen, and take it as her responsibility to "instruct" him in the art of sex.
By definition she becomes a pedophile, or a lover of children for sexual purposes. Strictly speaking, she is not a true pedophile. It's a breakout, a phase, a fling.
Drs. Herant Katchadourian and Donald Lunde in their book, Fundamentals of Human Sexuality, report that nearly all pedophiles arrested are male. This may mean the most offenses are committed by males, or that the males are more easily detected and arrested.
Dr. Katchadourian says that the entire pedophiliac episode is usually quite brief, and there is usually no prolonged or intimate relations that develop.
The woman in this study is typical in this regard.
She is suddenly attracted to a neighbor boy and before she quite realizes how it happened she is in a position of extreme jeopardy, with little chance of gaining her total freedom.
She struggles both to regain the firm footing of her normally placid sexual life and to keep her family together throughout the episode.
The dangers of such a liaison as this are obvious. The older and the more sophisticated the boy partner is, the more aware he is of his legal position. He is a juvenile who has been sexually "attacked" by an adult, in this case a woman, and the law is strictly on his side and against the woman involved. Such an understanding can lead to complications for the woman, and may offer an unfounded attitude on the part of the boy.
Melinda, finds many problems in her "breakout" attempt, as she tries to discover what she is doing with a teen-aged boy lover, and how she can handle the matter. The fact that he is a next door neighbor and brings his brother into the action further complicates the whole problem.
In this case the subject does breakout and has her release but stops just in time and devises a strange but perhaps not unusual way of obviating the sexual rut problem.
We think you'll enjoy the problems and trials of Melinda, and the different methods she uses.
There is no great social message in this case study; no radical form of activity, or unique developments. However it does typify one segment of American womanhood who has everything, yet yearns for more of "something" when she does not really understand just what it is she is searching for, and this means she does not know if she has found it or not.
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CHAPTER ONE
Melinda Blackman tried to relax in the golden afternoon sunshine on the hammock beside the sparkling back yard swimming pool. She watched five teenagers romping in the water and sucked in a quick breath when Tommy pulled himself out of the deep end nearest her. He lifted up with his arms, jumping out to the pool edge on his knees. As he did the cloth of his trunks pulled tight across his crotch and she saw outlined perfectly his hard, pulsating cock.
Melinda turned the other way, supposedly to let the sun tan the other side of her face which she knew had flushed in delight. For just a moment Tommy's young, lean body, tanned and naked and poised over her, focused in her mind, then the vision darted away and she moaned softly.
She couldn't think about it. She couldn't think about Tommy Bukowski who lived next door. Melinda knew what she wanted to do at that very moment-and she also knew that it was impossible, thank heavens. Of the five teenagers in the pool, two of them were, hers; Arni, sixteen, and Paul, fourteen. The other three were Bukowskis. The two families had been best friends since the Bukowskis moved in five years before.
Then Tommy Bukowski was ten and didn't have a prick the size it was now, Melinda thought as she turned back toward the pool. She saw slender bikini-clad Shirley Bukowski stepping out of the water. She was sixteen and beautifully slim with long golden hair.
"Mrs. Blackman," Shirley called. "We're all going over to our place and play some records. Thanks for the swim."
Melinda smiled and waved, watching the sleek teenager wobble her cute little ass out the gate. Melinda saw the pool water calm, then she sensed movement. In a splashing flurry, a brown body came from underwater and lunged out of the pool onto the wet cement beside her. She winced at the drops of cold water on her superheated skin, and it took her a moment to realize it was Tommy.
"Hi," he said.
She smiled in spite of herself. "Hi there, yourself, Tommy. Aren't you going to listen to records?"
"Naw, they'll end up dancing with Shirley. I don't like to dance that well."
"Want a Coke?" she asked.
"Inside?" He stared at her, and suddenly her two-piece swim suit, which seemed modest, felt like tissue paper.
"Inside the kitchen," she said quickly as he started to grin. "Now, Tommy, you know perfectly well what I told you. That was simply an accident, and I'm definitely not accident prone."
She stood and wondered if she were deliberately stretching so more of her good breasts would peek around her bra. Of course she wasn't. She was a happily married woman with two fine sons and a hard-working husband who loved her. A small insistent voice asked the question. If all that were true, why had she fucked this fifteen-year-old kid from next door?
Melinda walked into the kitchen, clutching the big beach towel and didn't look to see if he were coming. She knew he would be right behind her. Just for fun she walked so her ass-cheeks wobbled excitingly.
As soon as they went past the patio and stepped inside the living room, he touched her shoulder and she stopped so quickly he bumped into her.
"Hey, I don't really want a Coke," he said grinning.
"Tommy, stop that. You know we can't."
"We can't what?"
She stared at him and the edge of a smile broke around her mouth, then claimed her whole face. She had felt it building as soon as he came out of the water and they were alone. Now her blood seemed to boil over. Her breasts ached with the hard driving, pounding hot blood. She sensed her nipples stiffen and spring up as far as the tight cloth would allow. Melinda knew something was going on down between her legs. First she was burning hot, then her twat oozed juices cooling her before the burning came again. How could this kid get her so fucking sexy hot so damn fast? He hadn't even touched her.
"Tommy, I think you'd better go home," she said.
He watched her, slowly shaking his head. "No, I don't believe you want me to. You just said it. Not when you get that look on your face, not when your hips wiggle like that."
Damn, and he was only fifteen. She watched him, his eyes glistened, his sweet, young breath came hard, his flat belly hardly moving, one hand rubbing softly at a bulge in his trunks. God how she wanted him! No, damn it, no! Well, she had tried.
Melinda reached out gently and put her hand on his chest, so broad, such a potential when he filled out. She shivered. She moved her hands to his sleek sides and rubbed them down to his trunks. Gradually she moved backward, urging him with her, her fingertips touching his slender hips.
In the hall they were out of sight of both the back yard and the front door. She leaned against the wall and pulled him toward her. Her hips jutted out and touched his hips, the lump of his cock pushed hard against her and slowly the rest of his bare form touched her, his chest hard against her pounding, overheated-breasts.
"Oh, Tommy, please don't," she said. It was more a mechanical reaction than an order. He grinned at her and reached in awkwardly and kissed her soft, pale white lips.
"Tommy, I can't do this to you."
"Hey, go ahead, I don't mind."
"I do, Tommy. You'd get into trouble and everything."
"I'd rather get into you!"
He kissed her again. His lips seemed to touch off her powder magazine. The flaming blood inside her body did boil now, scorching her and infecting her brain. She was all cunt, he was male, he was penis, prick, he was all cock just waiting to slash into her juicy, overripe cunt hole! She had to have him, she had to fuck him right now!
Melinda straightened and pushed outward, moving Tommy across the hall until she pressed him to the opposite wall. Her hands dropped and caressed his crotch, came up and rubbed hard on the long lump under his trunks.
"Goddamn but that feels good," Tommy said, a shaking quiver in his voice.
She caught his hands and brought them to her breasts, pushing them hard against her big tits, leaving them there.
Tommy's eyes glistened as he began to rub her.
"Oh, yes, Tommy. Feel me, rub them, make them get hot and sexy. Make them want to fuck."
Tommy rubbed, then his hand slid under the soft cloth and stretched it back. He looked at her, but saw her eyes were closed. He slid his hand all the way under the cloth until his fingers were right on top of her tit and he could squeeze it. Wow, what a handful. She had twice the tits Shirley did. Damn, and they were firm and hard, just soft enough to be nice. Great tits! He'd thought that for a year now. Damn this was one fuck of a lot more fun than messing around with some records and getting a little rub against Shirley's tit when she felt like letting him.
Melinda opened her eyes and smiled at him. Automatically she had computed the time. It was only three. Her husband wouldn't be home for almost three hours. She stepped back half a step and put her hands up to her sides, then pulled the strings that held her bra together. She let it sag a little on her thirty-eight-inch bust cups and watched him.
Tommy's eyes never left the cloth. One hand darted to his crotch and rubbed. She waited. He looked at her.
"Hey, don't tease me," he said.
She let it slide more.
"Kiss it off," she said.
His head bent at once and his lips scorched the upper swell of her breast, then moved down, down, down until she felt the bra top slip off her stiff nipples and fall to the floor.
"Wow, what great tits," Tommy said. His mouth went back to the nearest orb and he sucked it into his mouth. He put his teeth against her soft white flesh, pulled back and bit her nipple gently. "Now those are what I call fucking good tits."
She laughed softly, caught his hand and pulled him quickly down the hall. No one was home but them in the three-bedroom suburban home. Melinda felt comparatively safe, as safe as a girl ever could messing around with a young boy in her own house. It was crazy. It was beautiful. They could blast her good for it if anybody ever knew. But nobody would. She went into her own bedroom, closed the door and as Tommy turned, she locked it.
She looked at him, one hand on his cock, the other starting to reach for her bare tits.
"Tommy, darling Tommy, let's fuck."
He laughed, nodded, and began to pull off his trunks.
"Let me," she said. She knelt in front of him and found the tie string inside the top of the trunks, pulled it to undo the knot, then began working the clinging material down his waist.
He yelped.
"Careful, that hurts," he said. She bent and kissed the pure white slash of hip she had exposed.
"Mother will kiss it and make it well for you, darling."
"Yeah, oh damn, yeah!"
She kissed lower as she moved the wet, clinging trunks downward until she could see the top of his pubic hairs. Then she began stroking the hard lump of his cock.
"Keeeeerist, get them off!"
"No hurry, baby, no rush. We've got two hours to fuck around."
"And what else?"
"Anything you want, darling, just anything."
"In your ... I mean would you take it in your...."
"My mouth? Suck off your prick?" She smiled and jerked down the wet trunks revealing his hot cock. She patted it, then stood. "If I were to say I'd suck you, what would you suck for me?"
He stood there, his hand slowly pumping his prick back and forth, his eyes on her bouncing, wobbling tits.
Tommy kicked the trunks off, then moved toward her, bending to lick and chew a tit. "I'll suck these till there's nothing left of them!"
"That's a start, Tommy, a cunt-fucking good start." She danced away from him, undid one of the strings on her triangle of opaque webbing hiding her cunt and grinned.
"You want me to..." He stopped. "Oh, wow. Those damn young girls and their little tits are nothing like this."
She grabbed his cock and began pulling him toward the bed.
"You bet your left nut they aren't, big cock. Nothing you've ever dreamed about is going to be like the fucking you're going to get this afternoon."
She pushed him toward the bed, then cocked her finger at him.
"Crawl over here on your hands and knees," she said.
Tommy grinned and did, his hot prick flopping from side to side. She eyed it greedily.
"Now kiss up my legs to my crotch and pull off my bottoms with your teeth."
She watched him moving up her legs. Instinctively he went to the softness of her inner thigh as she parted her legs. Melinda thought she was going to pass out. The kid was a natural seducer. He'd go a long way with women, lots of women. She pitied the poor inexperienced girls he took out.
Melinda almost climaxed as his tongue and lips worked higher. Her thighs tingled, and she knew her sweet, juicy cunt was ready to drip with moisture. At last his lips touched a stray cunt hair that had snaked under her bikini bottom. Then his mouth pressed on her crotch. HE KISSED THE CLOTH RIGHT OVER HER ACHING PUSSY!
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, TOMMY! Beautiful, just beautiful!"
His teeth grabbed the cloth and pulled.
"Ouch! Darling, you've got some of my cunt hairs, too." He let go, pulled the cloth down, then grabbed it with his teeth again and snaked it off her body. When the cloth pulled free, Melinda spread her legs more so he could stare directly into her pink wriggling pussy lips.
Tommy looked at the red, winking labia and groaned.
"Shit! Oh, shit no!" He moaned and his hips humped forward, his hand darting downward to grasp his stiff prick, jerking and jolting so fast he couldn't stop it. She never had a chance to get to him before he finished. She tried, but as soon as Melinda dropped to her knees, he was moaning and pumping for the last time, squirting a dozen blobs of cum on the pink fuzzy rug of the bedroom floor.
"Oh, darling, I'm sorry you lost some," she said. "But you have plenty more, don't worry." She pulled him by one hand, led him to the bed and fell down on it flat on her back, her arms outstretched over her naked body. He jumped on the kingsized mattress and spread himself over her, then rolled to one side and fondled her tits.
"Hey, you use silicone?"
She scowled at him. "Tommy darling, what an awful thing to ask a girl. Of course I never used silicone; that's cheating. I just did a lot of exercises."
"You sure never used to be so big."
"That was three years ago when your cock was smaller."
He laughed. "Yeah, but I've known about tits. I've been looking at them and wishing I could play with them since I was twelve."
"You ever play with your sister's?"
He looked away. "Even if I did, I'd say no. Right? So don't ask."
Melinda laughed. "You're a wise guy, you know that? Too smart for your big cock, maybe?"
"You ever fuck my dad?"
Melinda gasped, then laughed to cover her surprise and reached for his cock. It was getting hard again. So fast, and this kid's prick was a big one, almost six inches already.
"Now, Tommy. You know that's a question you never ask a lady. Even if I had, I'd say no, right?"
They both laughed then, and rolled over and over on the bed, almost dropping off, then rolling back. When they stopped, Melinda lay on top.
"Go ahead, rape me," Tommy said.
She pulled at his cock and tickled his ass-hole. "Look, you. I'd rather be raped, than do the raping. So you fuck me, instead."
"You'll yell and scream begging me to stop?"
She grinned. "Not unless you hurry up and start." She rolled over again and he was on top. Melinda spread her legs then and he looked down at his prick. "Come on, boy, fuck up or bug out," she said.
She put his hands on her breasts.
"Darling, pet me, work me up again."
He did, massaging her big boobs, then kissing them and at last sucking on her tits like he was after all the mothers' milk in the universe.
She moved his hand down below, closing her legs around it tightly, then relaxed a little at a time, so he could creep upward to her wet, willing and honey-dripping cunt.
His lips moved over hers and as they kissed she lanced her tongue deep into his open mouth, probing, stretching farther and farther. Then his tongue battled with her forcing her out of his mouth and he slashed into hers.
His finger found her clit, that magical button she had carefully instructed him about last time, and he rubbed, finding the exact spot to push back and forth. Melinda groaned.
"Sweetheart, just perfect. Do it more, more, more! Oh, yes, that's heaven. More, darling, harder, faster!"
Melinda knew she was close to going over the top into wonderland. She could sweat for half an hour with her husband, Grant, pumping her in the same place and with one finger up her ass as well before she exploded. Now she was due almost at once from the hand of this fuzzy-faced kid!
"WHAM! OH, GOD." FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I WANT TO FUCK ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT!" She half-shouted the words in a low scream as she pierced the curtain and swarmed through into the most marvelous experience a woman ever knows. The sky was a hazy glow of pink and her escort was a thousand marching Olympic gold medal winning swimmers. As they came by, each dropped his swim trunks showing her his elongated cock. She drooled in anticipation as she ran to the head of the line, ready to take them all on as fast as they could crack their nuts in her oven-hot cunt.
The scene changed and she rode a magic carpet soaring over the most beautiful spots in the universe; at each place she was wined and dined by six handsome men who all made love to her at once, each in his own way, and each better than the last.
Melinda made one final gasp and relaxed, looking up at Tommy whose face had withered into a concerned frown.
"Crazy. I didn't know if you were going to live there, for a minute or two. Damn, you have the longest climaxes. Why can't I cum for two or three minutes like that?"
She laughed. "If you did, you'd shoot all your cum in one big fuck and be through for the night. Isn't six or seven fucks better than just one?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You hard."
"Shit, yes!"
"Come on, you little fucker, show me what you can do with that oversized prick you've been playing with."
He pushed it down and surged forward. She helped him. His prick hit her hole in the sweet center, splashing cunt juices on her legs, making more ooze down her crack to her bung. He tensed, and she patted his buttocks to relax him.
"Easy now, just a little in, then pull it out, then in and out again. Either I'm as tight as a teeny-bopper or you're cock is as big as a telephone pole."
She worked him in and out and at last he had driven into her right up to his hairy balls.
His face came close to hers, and he grinned.
"Nice, huh? You like to fuck, don't you, Tommy? I've never seen a person yet who doesn't. Oh, some girls will say it's just awful and they scream and cry, but down deep they love it. If not the first time, then damn quick. Any woman will fuck, Tommy. Just give her the right man, the right combination of events and have her in the right mood. Most women will get so hot they'll screw dog-fashion on the front lawn at high noon."
"You like it rough and mean?"
She shook her head. "Not me. I want It soft and gentle and to last as long possible. Think you can cum three more times this afternoon?"
"Jeeze, no. I got to get home soon, or the kids will wonder if I drowned."
"So fuck me, you little shitter. Jam your fat, pulsating old cock up my wild juicy cunt until you squirt me full of jism. Go fucker, go!"
She began to whack him on the ass like a jockey does a horse, and he got into the rhythm. He pounded harder and harder until she slapped him and humped up her hips to meet his. The third hump he came and squealed as his cum shot up her tube.
She laughed at his choice of words as he was blasting into her quivering twat. It was little boy talk, and then big man. He was both, experimenting and trying to make a big show all at the same time. She looked at the clock on the bed stand. Almost four o'clock. They had been fucking around for almost an hour. She pushed him off and reached for her clothes.
"Wild, great, but time to run. Go find your swim suit, get back into it, and go out and swim five laps, then go home. I want you piss-tired from swimming when you get home. Now move!"
He jumped off and stared at her. "Wild! Fuck, I still don't believe it."
"Move, Tommy!"
He ran into the hall, put on his suit there and hurried to the pool. She watched out the window as he swam the five laps, then dragged himself through the gate into the next yard. By that time she was dressed in shorts and a halter which Grant liked because he could get his hand on her bare boobs without stretching any seams. She cleaned up the bedroom, picked up her swim suit from the hall, and hung it up to dry.
Then she went in and tried to figure out what to have for dinner. As she did she thought about Tommy. Damn but he was a wild fuck. But why? Why, after sixteen years of a good marriage, did she suddenly become a sex nut and attack her next-door neighbor's kid? It wasn't that she was missing cock at home. Grant took care of her needs. He did a damn good job and she had learned almost everything about sex that she knew from him. He introduced her to all the variations. And he got into her two or three times a week. They had crazy, wild sex sessions that completely satisfied her.
Why then? Why this urge to get little boys? She stared out at the pool. This was only the second time she had fucked Tommy, but she must have been thinking about it for some time. And she was certain it wouldn't be the last time she pulled off his clothes and tangled with his big cock. She was damn sure of that, and it bothered her. Why, damn it, why?
CHAPTER TWO
Melinda's two boys came trooping in from the back yard, and she hustled them into the shower so they would be dressed before Grant got home for dinner. They would eat promptly at six. Grant almost never missed making it with five minutes to spare.
As she finished dinner she tried to think it through. She had no sexual hang-ups that she knew of. She had a normal enough childhood, got poked and pawed a little in high school had a wild first fuck on the beach one summer and then when she was eighteen, along came Grant and she got married.
Grant went on and finished college while she worked and he came out a mechanical engineer with a good job. He earned about twenty thousand a year now, so they had no real money worries. They always got the bills paid on time, took a vacation trip every two years, and even managed to save a little.
Damn it, why young boys? Now wherever she went she began noticing the fourteen and fifteen-year-old boys. They seemed to stare at her, some of them liked to watch her big tits swing, and she knew it. Lately, she had been going without a bra half the time, just to see how many stares and grins she could get. She'd even bent over a few times when she didn't need to so the boys could see more of her boobs.
Why? She had no thoughts of going to a shrink to find out. It was just a phase, maybe she thought at thirty-five that she was losing her looks, or her figure, or her ability to make a male get hot and ready to fuck. She didn't have any trouble with Grant. All she had to do at night was run her hand down his stomach and pat his sleeping cock and he'd be hot and stiff and ready to fuck in thirty seconds flat. He was amazing.
She had given up a dozen times trying to figure it out. Now it was summer and the kids were around all the time. Some days she had five of them for lunch and sometimes they spent all day at the Bukowskis around the ping pong and pool table. Both the Bukowski boys turned her on. It was amazing. like the summer when she was fourteen and had just heard the word "fuck" and found out what tits and cunts and cocks were really for. She was so hot to try it, she nearly raped two boys in her small town home.
But, damn it, she wasn't fourteen any more, and the boys were the ones who lived right next door. Did she unconsciously think she was fourteen again, or wish she were?
What would Audrie Bukowski do if she knew her son Tommy had been fucked by the woman next door? Melinda sat on a stool and shook her head. Audrie would probably scream awhile, cry some more and then come at her with all ten fingernails clawing for eyes and jugular vein.
Kids grew up too fucking fast these days. They saw naked scenes in movies, listened to dirty jokes on the TV and traded wild stories about pot and speed and homosexuals in junior high school. One poll showed that over half of the girls in the nearby senior high school were not virgins by the time they graduated. Half! In her day maybe five percent of the girls had been fucked by that time. No more. Half, God, what was the world coming to?
She was glad she didn't have any girls. That made her wonder if her boys had fucked a girl yet. Arni was sixteen now, and he might. Paul was only fourteen and was still spending too much time in the bathroom. Once in a while she could catch the musky smell of jism in the bath just after Paul had used it. So he was jerking off a lot. At least that way he wouldn't get any girl pregnant.
She shook her head, listened as the car came up the drive and began taking up the hot dishes off the stove. Dinner was ready once again.
A half-hour later the meal was almost over. Grant Blackman, thirty-seven and wearing a mod haircut that hid most of his ears, long sideburns and a black, full moustache, patted his full stomach and leaned back.
"Well, hell. I thought we could go bowling tonight or some damned thing. Why not?"
"I'm not feeling that well, Grant. I guess I got too much sun today. The fights are on tonight. Won't you be watching them?"
"Fights? This Thursday? Hell, I guess I forgot. Remember that damn bowling league is coming up in a month. We got to be in shape."
The boys cleared the table and Arni washed the dishes. Melinda did a final kitchen cleanup and put the dishes away before she settled down in the living room with the newspaper. The fights droned on in the other corner of the room. She couldn't keep her mind on the paper. Tomorrow night was the weekly pinochle battle with the Bukowskis.
For one long heartbeat Melinda wondered if she could go through with it. Being so close to Audrie, knowing what she'd done with Tommy. She sighed. Damn it, of course she could, it had only been a fling, a wild time, nothing more, and it wouldn't happen again. Dear God, she couldn't let it happen again.
Melinda realized she'd gripped the paper so hard it almost tore down the fold. She relaxed. The boys came out with clean T-shirts on.
"Mom, we're going over next door to watch that movie."
She frowned questioningly.
"Mom, you know, that great movie on their Cable TV. The service we don't have. Movie starts in ten minutes."
She waved. That had been Arni, the eldest, the one who took after his father in so many ways. She watched them go out the door. Grant had settled down with two beers and a bowl of peanuts. He was parked for at least two hours.
Melinda tried to piece it all together. How did she get mixed up with Tommy, anyway? No, it must have started before that. When she was young. That would be the summer she was fourteen and they went to the beach for a month.
She got to know some of the kids there, especially Jimmy. She couldn't even remember his last name now. Jimmy. She couldn't forget that night as if it were only last week.
The grunion were supposed to be running that night, and she and Jimmy arranged with their parents to go out and try to catch some of the little fish which washed up on the beach. They began coming in at about eleven. Jimmy had picked her up at ten-thirty. He was fifteen and lived just two houses down, a year-arounder. They walked to the dark beach and he caught her hand.
"Hey, glad you could come. Your mother looked at me kind of mad, like, when I asked her."
Melinda giggled and squeezed his hand. "I wanted to come, Jimmy."
She had grown fast that summer, and just got her new bra, a thirty-four B even though she didn't quite fill it. One of the girls at school told her all about making love, and now she knew she was ready.
"Hey, want to sit down over there behind a dune out of the wind?"
She nodded. They found a place someone else had fixed up. They had scooped out some sand and put up some logs for protection. They sat close together, their legs touching. She wore an old pair of slacks, a blouse and a heavy sweater. He touched her arm.
"Melinda, I'm glad you're staying for a while. So many girls come for a week and leave."
"We'll be here for two more weeks," she said.
She moved closer to him, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jimmy laughed.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" he asked.
"Because I wanted to, I guess."
"How about a real kiss?"
"Okay."
His lips met hers and she kissed him, but when he pulled away, she didn't get the thrill she wanted.
"I guess you've kissed a lot of girls ... and messed around."
"Yeah."
"Want to?"
"To what?"
"Kiss some more ... and mess around."
She leaned toward him this time trying to touch her breasts against him, but he was too far away. Their kiss was better, and his arm went around her. She smiled.
"That's better."
"You mess around much?" he asked. "No."
"Are you sure you want to?"
She nodded. Suddenly she couldn't trust her voice. She felt his hand on her knee, then it moved to her stomach and brushed her breast lightly. She wanted to gasp, but she didn't. It really was no different than when she touched herself that way. She turned and kissed him again and his hand moved up once more, brushing her breasts, hovering over one, then came down to a soft landing, his fingers cupping her smallish tit. The kiss was a long one, and when it ended she moved very little so his hand would stay there. "Is this messing around?"
He laughed. "Yeah, that's some of it." He looked at her. "I guess it is. I've never actually done much."
"But you are ... I mean your hand is right on my..."
"Yeah. Wild. I like it. Does it feel good for you?"
She hesitated. It was different now, better, stronger, her breast felt warmer. She nodded. Jimmy put his other hand over her second breast and smiled, then he kissed her again. She felt him move his hands this time, and quickly she knew both of her breasts were warmer, they tingled and it did feel so good. She broke off the kiss and touched his shoulders with her hands.
"Oh, yes, that does feel fine, Jimmy. But ... I mean, what should I do with my hands?"
He grinned, took one of her hands and moved it between his parted thighs. "See what you can find."
Her hand lay on his upper thigh for what seemed like hours before she got the courage to move it. She felt his hands rubbing her again, the warmth of his fingers seemed to go right through the blouse and her bra. She shivered. Then Melinda made her hand crawl across his thigh toward his crotch. He moaned softly.
"Yeah, Melinda, now you're making me feel good!"
She moved her hand farther until she came to his crotch, and worked higher to a bulge. It hadn't been there before. An erect penis! Just like she had heard about in the sex lectures. Oh, wow, what should she do now?
As she wondered she realized that Jimmy's busy hands had unbuttoned two fasteners on her blouse and one hand was inside cupping her bra! One finger rested on her hot skin just over the bra and she thought it would burn her skin. For a moment she wanted to tell him to stop, but it did feel wonderful, a new surge of emotion, marvelous, warm, mellow. She wanted more of it.
Melinda sensed the other buttons parting and her second breast was covered by his hand. She rubbed his lump and he moaned again. Jimmy replied by rubbing her bra, and the effect went right through the cloth and into her breasts in an outpouring of warm, tender sensations.
"That feel good?' he asked, whispering in her ear. She nodded. His hand left her breast for a moment and she heard a zipper open. She frowned. Then her fingers moved again and she discovered that the fly of his pants was wide open!
He wanted her to ... she hesitated, but at the same time she felt his fingers sliding under the edge of her bra, stretching the straps and wedging in between the cloth and her warm, tingling flesh until his hand cupped her bare tit.
"Jimmy, no!" she said.
He tried to kiss her. She didn't move much, just enough to keep his lips off hers.
"Look, you said you wanted to mess around a little. All I'm doing is feeling your tits. You can feel me down there, so that's an even trade."
She knew he was right, and his hand felt so wonderful, so new, so thrilling. He kissed her then and his tongue touched her lips, washing them. She pulled back in surprise.
"You've never tongue kissed, I guess," he said.
She shook her head.
"It's easy, just open your mouth after we kiss." She heard him and realized he hadn't moved his hand. But when he kissed her again she did open her mouth and felt his tongue dart inside her mouth. She moaned in delight. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her. It made her head spin like crazy, made her blood start to heat up faster. She pulled away and realized now that he had both his hands on her bare breasts. Her bra had somehow slipped and was above by her neck and his hands covering her titties.
"Jimmy, I really don't think your hands should be there."
He moved one of his hands, caught hers and pushed it through the fly of his pants. Her hand froze in place.
"Go ahead, feel my prick. Play with him. He can't hurt you. You got a right to take a look."
The moon slid from behind a cloud then and bathed the beach scene. She moved her fingers and felt them touch hot flesh. He wasn't wearing any shorts! She wanted to snicker, then controlled it and slowly let her hand down until it lay on his turgid penis. It felt so huge. She looked at Jimmy in the moonlight.
"You don't mind?"
"No, I want you to feel him. Try it."
She touched his hardness again, then let her fingers reach around his stiff, warm cock and she held his rigid throbbing cock.
"So big," she said, admiration spilling out of the words.
"Yeah, he does all right. But I think your tits are fine, too. Turn just a little more so the moonlight ... that's it. Very pretty."
She let go of his cock. "We better get catching some of those fish."
"There aren't any yet. Half the time they never show up when they're supposed to."
"Then why did we come out...."
He nodded. "Yeah. I think you're a pretty girl and I wanted to kiss you, even mess around a little." She kissed him and her mouth opened and Melinda felt the first yearnings for something more. Between her legs she experienced a new sensation. Suddenly she felt damp, then wet. It wasn't nearly time for her period. She wondered if she had urinated a little, but decided she hadn't. Before she could think of anything else, he bent his head and kissed both her breasts. She tingled at the touch of his lips. They moved around and around one breast, and she moaned in surprise and delight. His teeth touched her nipple which strangely seemed bigger now, hotter. He nibbled at it, then sucked half of one breast into his mouth and chewed gently, sucking hard.
"Jimmy, "oh, Jimmy! That's just fantastic. Should you do that? I mean, wow, I've never felt anything so good!" And she hadn't.
She never realized when she eased back into the coarse dune grass, but she was lying on her back. Her breasts bare in the moonlight now and she realized that he had one hand at her crotch, softly rubbing where her pants covered her throbbing, juicy pussy.
She had to make him stop. He was trying to rape her, to seduce her!
He leaned down over her and this time took out his long hot penis and showed it to her. "Hold him, Melinda, he wants company. Hold him and play with him." She never knew why she did it. She had wanted to find out about sex, but not in the sand with some stranger.
She felt his fingers searching for her slacks zipper, found it and pushed it down. Then he pulled her pants down and off her legs. He put his jacket under her hips and rubbed her crotch softly through her nylon panties. She never said a word, just watched him, and twice caught hold of his swinging prick and squeezed it hard.
He lay down beside her and kissed her. "Melinda this is going to be so good, so wonderful. The feeling is just out of sight. You're ready, you just want it. It won't hurt at all, you'll love it; honest you will."
He French kissed her again, lying directly on top of her, crushing her breasts, taking her breath away and pushing his hard prick against her stomach. She saw dreams and rainbows and dancing flowers during his kiss. Then, when it ended, he let her hold his prick.
"Melinda, it's time to take down your panties."
"No! No, I might get pregnant."
He shook his head. "No. I've got a rubber." His fingers rubbed her crotch again, through the nylon and slowly she relaxed and let him pull down the filmy last defense she had. He kept on rubbing down there and it had never felt so marvelous. She didn't know what he was doing, but she was humping and groaning and panting like a steam engine. Then he spread her legs and she watched him through a rosy fog. He knelt between her thighs there in the sand and gently nosed his cock toward her red, gooey slit.
His face came down to hers and his mouth opened wide as it closed over hers. She saw stars again as his mouth made her forget everything. But some small part of her mind felt the straight arrow of his cock hit her juiced up pussy and penetrate a fraction of an inch, rest, then jam ahead again and again.
His mouth came off her. "Melinda baby, we're going to fuck. To fuck! Say it Melinda." But she wouldn't.
"If you can do it, you can say it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Say it, Melinda."
She shook her head and then she realized he had stopped pushing. He was inside of her. That big, long thing was inside her little cunt! She wanted to cry. She wasn't a virgin any more, she had been fucked. What a shame. But why? Now she would know what it was all about, what the sex thing was people joked and laughed about. She would know.
But she wouldn't tell anyone, ever. She'd smile if the girls asked. Tell them she knew plenty but not how she found out. Sure, she had heard other girls talk, but now she knew.
Now he was moving. It hurt at first. Then the pain vanished as her lubrication worked around. She seemed juiced up more and more and then he pumped in and out easily. She loved the wild sensation inside of her as his long thing scraped in and out! She started to push her hips up to meet him and he grinned at her.
"That's the way, little fucker, pump up at me!"
That was when she realized Jimmy had brought her out here with just one purpose in mind, to fuck her, and not to find any damn grunion at all. She grinned. Melinda was glad.
The faster he pumped the harder she tried to meet him, until at last he held her hips still and banged away six times at her hole. With each thrust she could feel a hot thrusting jet of fluid inside her, and she knew it was semen, the stuff that makes a girl pregnant. He fell on top of her, spent, relaxed, ready for a nap. But she pushed him off and made him pull out of her.
"You didn't wear a rubber," she said.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Looks like I got too excited. I forgot it."
Furiously she counted the days since she'd had her last period. She was due again in two days. She should be well over the fertile period. All she could do was wait and hope.
A half-hour later she had put her clothes back on, brushed off the sand and had run all the way home. She never did tell anyone why she didn't get any grunion, and the kids from next door got half a bucket.
Melinda stirred on the couch and put down the magazine. That had all happened so very long ago. In fact it happened twice more before that vacation ended, and she didn't get pregnant. It had been the best summer of her life.
Grant lifted out of his favorite chair and carried two bent-double beer cans to the kitchen. "Jiminez got robbed," Grant said, looking at his wife. "Did you see how that ass ref stopped the fight for that little cut over his eye? He had that canvas back on the ropes and the kid gets in one lucky punch on Jiminez and he wins by a TKO...
Melinda grinned. Grant worked hard all day at the big shipyard on mechanical engineering. At night he loved to relax and tried to find the most relaxing entertainment he could. Tonight it was the fights.
She closed up the front of the house and went to the phone, checking with Audrie about when the cable movie would be over.
"Oh, the kids said ten-thirty," Audrie said. "Hope they don't bother" you too much. Sometimes I think you have five kids instead of two."
"Now I told you not to worry, Audrie. We trade you swimming for ping pong and cable TV and pool table at your house. I think we come out ahead."
"That'll be the day. Game still on for tomorrow?" Audrie asked.
"Grant wouldn't miss it. He's sixty-three cents ahead now." They both laughed. They played for a penny a point, men against the women.
"Sleep well now," Audrie said and they hung up.
Melinda looked at the phone for a moment. It hadn't been hard at all to talk to Audrie. That made her think of Tommy again and absentmindedly she rubbed one breast. She realized what she was doing and jerked her hand away. Tommy she could leave alone. Tomorrow night might not be so easy being around Audrie for four hours. Melinda sighed and picked up her magazine again.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Melinda worked hard getting the kitchen cleaned up after breakfast. When she was done, she sat down on a chair and blew a strand of hair out of her face. The kids were all in the pool again, her two sons and the three Bukowski kids. For just a moment Melinda had the urge to go upstairs and watch the kids swimming. She could see almost all of Tommy again.
Furiously she pushed the thought out of her mind. She simply wasn't going to be alone with him again. That's all it took. A grown woman with teenage kids could surely operate so she wasn't tempted again. She had already told the kids she wouldn't swim with them this morning.
Now she checked her calendar in the kitchen and lifted her plucked brows. She knew she had something to do today. Her hair appointment, and only fifteen minutes to get there. Melinda hurried into the master bath and brushed her short dark hair. She wouldn't even think about Tommy Bukowski.
At the hairdressers she heard most of the local area gossip. One boy down the street was picked up for shooting his shotgun in the city limits and blasting out three street lights. They had the helicopter out to help track him down and made half the residents mad because they kept buzzing the houses until almost two in the morning. One of the hairdressers was about to quit and have a baby. She wasn't married and was proud of it.
After the wash and set, Melinda sat under the dryer trying to work out a pattern she could live with. She simply wouldn't ever be alone with the boy again. And if he contrived it, she would walk away without speaking. Without speaking. She underlined that. Yes, that should handle him just fine.
She stopped down the street to chat with a neighbor she hadn't seen in two weeks and got home just after lunch. The kids had snacked and the kitchen was a disaster area. She had coffee and two carrots as she cleaned up. So far, so good, Melinda told herself. This wasn't going to be as big a problem as she guessed. She went upstairs in the split level to the master bedroom and heard the kids in the pool. From her vantage point she looked directly down into the water. No one could see her from the pool.
She watched the kids playing. Shirley Bukowski dove in gracefully. A moment later she came to the surface and Arni grabbed her and kissed her lips. It was a surprise to the girl, and Melinda laughed. Her little boy Arni was growing up. Sixteen but already he was understanding girls. She watched Arni pull her under the water and from her angle she saw his hands rubbing Shirley's breasts.
Melinda locked the door and decided on a quick rest. She lay down still thinking about Arni. She wondered how far he had gone, petting Shirley. Now that she thought of it there had been a lot of times in the past three months when the kids could have been fooling around outside. Those games of hide and seek had been strangely quiet. Melinda grinned. She bet Shirley was having fun with four boys to tease and play with.
Somehow she thought about Tommy again. He was a lot of boy for fifteen. Tommy had been doing his hundred laps a week ago in the pool, trying to swim ten miles before school started. She dove in and swam with him for two laps, then got out and lay in the sun. She went to sleep and when she woke up he right beside her. The other kids had left before to go to the Bukowski's to shoot pool.
"Hey, Mrs. Blackman, you are a very pretty lady," Tommy said.
She looked down and saw that she had untied the strings to her bikini bra when she had been on her back, but the triangles of cloth still covered her breasts.
He was staring at her tits. She laughed and sat up, holding the bra in place.
"What's the matter, Tommy, you've seen me in my swim suit before."
"Yeah, I know. I like it."
Melinda laughed. "Well, thank you, Tommy, I think that was a compliment."
"Boy, they sure are big, Why do they get bigger when you sit up that way?"
"Tommy, my breasts are the same size standing up or laying down. They just look different." She had a wild impulse to drop her bra top and let him have a good look. She even went so far as to check the back yard to see that no one else was there.
"Guess I better be going. Got in fifteen laps."
"Hey, Tommy, that should entitle you to a Pepsi and a cookie, how about it?"
"Sure, I never turn down food."
They went in the kitchen, and she had twitched her bottom to see if Tommy would comment. He didn't. In the kitchen she poured Tommy a soft drink and give him two cookies. He kept staring at her chest.
"Wow, you really have a good figure, and big ti-uh, big breasts."
"Thank you, Tommy, and you can say 'tits' in front of me if you want to. I'm not that stuffy."
She still hadn't retied her bra top. Now as she reached for the cookie plate her hand moved and the cloth and strings slipped from her grasp and fell to the table.
Melinda was leaning forward toward the boy, her big tits swung out, jiggling. For a moment both of them froze, his eyes feasting on her tits, she delaying her reach for the bra. Then she picked it up and turned around, adjusting her boobies in the bra and tying it in back of her. When she turned toward Tommy again, she laughed.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it slipped."
"Wow! Holy cow! God damn!" He shook his head. "That's the most tits I've ever seen. They're so perfect, so absolutely round and pointed and they don't sag!"
Melinda could have kissed him right there. She felt a gush of juice at her crotch. By now her breasts were covered but she was sure they were hot, the nipples standing straight up.
"Thank you again, Tommy, that's a nice thing to say to a woman."
He kept staring at her breasts.
"Jeeze! Damn!"
"All right, Tommy, now that is enough."
He blinked. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. But, wow, I've never seen any uncovered before. On the beach it's just a tease, and those bikinis are teases, too."
She looked at him more critically. He was big for fifteen, his chest and shoulders would be broad when they filled out more, and his torso narrowed well at his waist. The bulge now in his swim shorts was big.
"Tommy, women don't mean to tease you."
"Lots of girls do. They say, 'Look at me, see everything right up to the good stuff.'" He scowled. "It's hard on a guy, them skimpy suits, like that one."
"Do you want to look at me again?"
"You mean, topless?"
"If you want to."
She pulled the string and let the bra top fall down, but it caught on her nipples. She watched him.
"Think you can move it?" He grinned and reached out, pushing it down. "Holy shit!" Tommy said, rubbing his cock again.
Melinda felt cunt cream flooding her pussy. She couldn't ever remember being this fucky hot before. The boy was turning her on like gangbusters! She felt her breasts begin to burn and throb. The bulge at Tommy's crotch got bigger. Melinda beat down her natural reserve, her prudishness and smiled at the boy, shaking her shoulders, making her breasts dance.
"Tommy, if you could have one wish, right now, what would it be?"
. He looked up at her just for a minute, then back at her tits.
"One wish? To see the rest of you, to see your whole body naked and get to look it over good."
She reached out and rubbed his cock through his swim suit.
"All right, Tommy. I'll take off my swim suit bottom if you do, too."
He looked up, frowning, then nodded. "Swell."
"Not here, Tommy, come upstairs to the bedroom." Melinda didn't try to reason it out. She was swept along with the mood, the moment. If he'd asked to fuck her, she probably would have said yes. She turned and walked up the short stairs to the master bedroom, undoing the ties at each hip as she went. When she went into the bedroom she pulled down the bikini bottom and turned, naked.
Tommy stood there gasping.
He started to pull down his suit, but paused.
"Are you going to climax, to cum?"
Tommy giggled. "I already did once."
She helped him pull down the wet suit and when it fell to his feet, she stared at his crotch, a stiff five-inch prick, a smattering of pubic hairs and a tight sac of balls. She started to reach for them, then decided not to.
"Look at me, Tommy; I'm a woman. We're not that much different, are we? Boys, men, have breasts, too. Women's are just a little bigger. We don't have a penis or testicles. But you know that."
He moved up closer, stared at her breasts again, began to reach out his hand.
"Yes, Tommy, you may touch me."
His hand barely contacted her warm skin, then pulled back. It was like a jolt of electricity to him. He made his hand move back and touch her breast. Damn, he was never going to forget this day! There she was, Mrs. Blackman, stark naked, and inviting him to look at her and to touch her body! Damn!
His hand moved over her breast and he felt her gasp. She was reacting to it. She liked it. He knew she did. What was that the guys said about getting a girl hot? Play with their tits, and kiss them a lot, then go down below? Hell, he already had her panties off. His hand curled around her big breasts, and he shook his head.
"I don't believe they're so big!"
She saw his cock tremble, then lift a little higher. He was beautiful, so small and so erect, his balls tight and ready to go to work. His cock so red and purple, so wanting to get a fuck!
His hands kept at her breasts, and she trembled now, feeling another gush of cream from her crotch. If he ever got down there to look she would be fucking ready. She smiled at him.
"Do you like that, Tommy? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, wow! It feels wonderful, so good I want to cum again!"
"You will, darling, just relax, we've got lots of time." But she couldn't relax. The very thought of having him in her bedroom with his clothes off sent her wild.
"Go ahead, Tommy. You can touch me anywhere you want. Feel, poke, find out about a girl."
He laughed and bent and kissed her breast lightly.
"Oh, darling, I love that. Do it again."
He did, kissing, then sucking on her boob like it was ice cream. She felt her cunt oozing more cream, and it was all she could do to keep her hands off him. At last she couldn't.
"Darling, I'm getting weak standing up this way, let's sit down, all right?"
They sat on the edge of the bed and she at once caught his prick and began to play with it. He laughed and she cooed.
"Such a beautiful prick, Tommy. So strong and stiff. I bet he-likes to cum, doesn't he? Have you ever made a girl, Tommy? I mean, all the way?"
He shook his head.
She played more with his cock, and then his balls, tight in the little sac. He had some hair, but not much yet. He was slow in that department. She stroked the cock and petted the purple head of the glans, then he groaned, and she knew he was going to cum.
"Oh, God, but that's great. Just keep on doing that! It's so good! So good!"
She was jacking him off now with one hand, milking his little balls with the other hand. As he built so did she and just as his first spurt of cum shot out of his prick she felt a mini-climax of her own. A whirlwind jolt of cum that left her shaken.
Tommy was moaning now. "It's here, damn but that is really great, feels so good. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Beautiful, oh damn! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Tommy's eyes went wide. He spurted the last of his cum onto the fuzzy rug and flipped back on the bed.
"Damn that's the best cum I've ever had. Shit! That was good. Nobody ever did it for me before. Beautiful."
"Darling, that's just the start of the wonderful times we can have, the delightful things we can do."
She watched his cock shrinking smaller and smaller. Now she ran her hands over his chest, his flat little belly.
"You're such a pretty boy, such a beautiful body. Did you know that, Tommy? I like to feel you; it gets me all excited. Did you know women climax, too, the same way a boy does?"
"The same?"
"Well, no, not exactly the same."
"I want to see you cum."
"You really do?" He nodded. "Then help me get ready. Play with my titties." She felt his hands on her breasts and she sighed. "Oh, yes, Tommy, that's the way." Then she bent to his crotch, his darling little penis, and kissed it.
"Like that, Tommy?"
"Yeah!"
She kissed his withered prick again, making it jerk, then her tongue came out and she licked it clean from point to his balls. He wiggled in delight. She knew her own cum was moving. His little cock was so beautiful! Even now not two minutes after ejaculating, it was starting to surge again, to fill with hot blood. She licked it, then kissed the tip and pushed her lips around the shrunken glans. It throbbed inside her mouth. Her pressure built and built. She had never felt anything like this!
Her hands played with his balls again. She was beginning to move her hips. She had never felt sexier. Greedily, she pulled the rest of his cock into her mouth. "MMMMMMMMM, GOOD!" she said around the morsel. It was heavenly. Her passion increased with every passing second and a steady drip of cream ran from her superheated pussy down her leg to the bed. She didn't know if she could stand it much longer.
She slurped at his growing prick, felt it unbend and stab out at her cheek. He was getting as hot as she was. Melinda kept sucking, chewing on the tidbit. She grabbed his hand and moved it down to her crotch. He didn't know what to do. She took one finger and speared it to her clit, spit out his cock for a moment.
"Darling, there's a little hard spot there, that's the only prick I have. Rub it for me, sweetheart; that will make me cum."
She felt his finger on her clit and demonstrated the back-and-forth movement. Then she slurped his fat prick back into her mouth. Delicious. It was sexy delicious. She should have sucked him off while he was rubbing her!
She began some movement with her head. His finger learned quickly and she felt her twat squirt out a flush of cream.
"Hey, what was that?" he asked. But she couldn't answer.
Melinda had spread her legs, now she lifted her knees and began to hump her ass up at his finger. She was sweating now, her mouth gasping for breath around his hot cock. Her knees quivered. She felt her pussy contracting and squeezing, but there was nothing inside to squeeze. How she wished his prick was up her cunt!
No, she couldn't think like that. She humped harder and harder, and now he was starting to move his hips, to push his cock in and out of her mouth. Damn he had the same idea! She worked harder at it, pushed his finger back on the right spot and groaned as it struck fire. She kept on groaning, panting around his cock, breathing so hard she thought she was a fire engine. The pressure built and built. She sucked harder and harder. His finger stroked her faster and she thought the whole world was going to explode.
Tommy was delirious with excitement. He had his cock in her mouth! His cock right inside Mrs. Blackman's damn mouth, and she was sucking him off! He pumped harder, wondering if he could cum so fast again. He'd never cum that quickly the second time. But no girl had ever sucked him off, either! Fuck, but this was great! He'd never suspected Mrs. Blackman of liking sex so much.
Now his thighs quivered as he pumped into her mouth. It was enough to make him cum just thinking about it. She had put his finger down at her cunt, somewhere down there, and he was rubbing something. Wow, but she was getting hot, humping and panting and squirming around. All that woman's body just humming and humping. He felt the first signs that he was cumming.
"Shit, I'm cumming again, Mrs. Blackman."
She felt it, too, and at the same time her own climax began. She humped harder, and the spasms tore through her, ripping her apart, splattering her all over the bed. She held together enough so she could keep her mouth around him as he spurted again, one, two, then three more and she lapped them all up. His cum tasted good! She had never thought so before. Now it was delicious, she sucked every bit from his prick, then let it come out of her mOuth as the last of her own climax whirled through her and dumped her on the bed on her back like a half-stuffed rag doll.
Tommy lay beside her panting.
"Goddamn, but that was wonderful," he said. "I've never had two so fast and so good."
She didn't want to talk. She lay there panting, curled slightly toward him. He reached out and held one of her breasts.
"Damn, I never thought they were this big. I mean, I just didn't know tits grew that big."
She purred. Slowly she let reality force its way back upon her. She had just climaxed, a wild one, and she was on her bed, and beside her was ... what if one of the kids were to stumble in here!
She shot straight up on the bed. "Tommy, get your swim suit back on and get out of here. Go swim a few laps, anything. If the kids come back, tell them you've been swimming, getting in your laps. Now scoot. I'm going to have a shower."
She saw him pull on his wet suit, then pushed him out the door and locked it. She didn't even think she had locked the bedroom door when they went in. She must have been cock hot.
When Melinda came out of her memory of the first time with Tommy, she lay on her bed. She raised up and looked out the window. The kids were still swimming, playing tag. At least Arni wasn't trying to fuck the neighbor girl right there in the pool. In the pool? She had never tried it in water. Somebody said it could be done.
That evening at seven-thirty Melinda pulled herself back together and played the efficient hostess for the weekly pinochle party with the Bukowskis. They arrived five minutes early.
"Well, Audrie, you're going to have to set up the card table while I finish the dip," Melinda said.
"Sure, is it in the same place?"
Melinda nodded. Audrie was a charmer, about five-four with long blonde hair, a rarity in an older woman, and she was a little on the chunky side. She was pretty, and worked at staying that way.
Grant Blackman poked his head in the kitchen.
"Hi, beautiful," he said.
"Your compliments won't do any good, Grant, you still have to eat some of my dip."
Grant was slender, about thirty-seven years old, five-ten and had red hair and green eyes.
Grant grinned. "You just have your piggy bank full of pennies tonight, because this is pay-off night. We settle accounts."
The evening went beautifully. Grant ate some of the dip. They each had two beers, and the men won another twelve cents. The women paid the other wife's husband and the party broke up just before one.
As she got into bed that night, Melinda suddenly remembered that she hadn't thought of Tommy all evening.
Bright and early the next morning Melinda tore into her housework. She wore old slacks and one of Grant's big shirts tied at the waist. If she worked so hard she was too tired to move, there was no way she was going to get in trouble with Tommy. She didn't even go out to watch the kids swim. But she did wonder what Arni and Shirley Bukowski were doing. They're both sixteen, and that could be a dangerous age.
At noon she told both her boys to dress, they were going shopping. Shoes and T-shirts. She was doing the school shopping gradually this year, she told them. When the summer was over they would be all set.
Late that afternoon the kids were all swimming again. This time she watched from behind the curtains upstairs. They were having fun. She saw Arni kiss Shirley. The other boys pretended not to notice. Then they went under water, up to their necks and Melinda could see their hands exploring, discovering. Tommy had her bikini top off and played with her boobs. It took her a moment to get it tied back.
Melinda didn't know whether to get angry or to smile. That boy of hers was going to come out of the water with a hard-on, she knew that. If he came out. He didn't, but swam for a while, then played tag again under water.
Then Melinda realized there was an extra girl in the water, one of Shirley's friends, a well-built blonde in the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen. Tommy Bukowski was talking to her, and for a moment Melinda felt a pang of jealousy. But the longer she looked at Tommy the more she knew that she had to have him again, a good long time when they could play. Arni came out of the water and stood beside Tommy. Her son was half a head taller. Idly Melinda wondered if Ami's hard cock would be longer than Tommy's.
She sat down on the bed, shocked at her own thoughts. What in the world was she doing, trying to turn herself into a sex fiend? She went back to cleaning up the bedroom as she had planned.
Melinda finished the bedroom and went back to the kitchen. She should start thinking about what to get for dinner. The door came open, and Tommy looked in.
"Oh, Mrs. Blackman. Arni said it was okay for me to use your bathroom. Okay?"
"Yes, Tommy, of course."
He came past her and hesitated. He rubbed his cock through his swim suit. "Do you want to come along and hold my hand?"
She looked sternly at him and shook her head.
"Well, do you want to hold anything else?"
Melinda scowled now. "Tommy, you better go do what you need to do and get out of this house."
His brows shot up in surprise. Tommy shrugged. "Sure, okay. No sweat." As he turned there was a touch of surprised hurt in his face.
Melinda gripped the sink so hard she thought her fingers were going to break right off, but she never let go, and she didn't follow him. Her breasts were burning with anticipation, but she stayed where she was. Her bold bluff had been enough to scare him off. She was in the living room when Tommy went out, and she didn't see him.
All that evening she paid special attention to Grant, and when they went to bed that night she raped him.
He grinned. "Damn, why didn't you tell me you were so hard up, woman? I'd have had you once in the living room, then once in the hall, and twice in here on the bed."
She kissed him again, turned over and went to sleep.
The next morning both Arni and Paul decided they should go looking for lawn mowing jobs. Melinda welcomed the idea, and finished the dishes from breakfast. She wore a halter and shorts because she planned to do some swimming after the boys had left.
The dishes were done and she'd had the last of her second cup of coffee, when the phone rang.
"Mrs. Blackman?"
"Yes."
"This is Dan Bukowski, your next door neighbor."
"Why, how do you do, Dan Bukowski my next door neighbor."
"I'm having problems. I'm trying to make scrambled eggs, but it doesn't work. Can you tell me how?"
"Sure. First don't have the pan too hot. Mix up the eggs with one tablespoon of milk for each one and beat them up. Then try to fold them over in the pan.'
"Fold over the pan."
"Your mom is gone, right."
"Yeah, so is Shirley, trying to find a job, and Tommy isn't up yet."
"Well, let me run over there and whip up a batch of scrambled eggs for you. I can do it faster than tell you how."
"Swell, I'll leave the back door open." Melinda grinned as she went out past the pool to the back gate between their houses. That little Dan was only fourteen but a charmer. He was cute.
In the house she found Dan washing out the pan. "I burned them," he said.
She smiled and mixed up the eggs, showing him how as she went along.
"Hey, that's not hard, that way," Dan said. He had freckles and sparkling eyes.
"Of course not. Next time you'll be able to do it with no problem."
She had just turned out the eggs on his plate when she heard something at the kitchen door. She looked around and saw Tommy standing there, his fist holding his hard cock, his pajama pants open.
"Well, look who came to call?" Tommy said. He walked toward her.
"Mrs. Blackman scrambled me some eggs," Dan said, eating.
"She cooks up other things, too," Tommy said. He was standing in front of her now, she had pressed back against the counter.
"Tommy, you get your clothes on and get out of here."
"You don't sound like you mean that, Mrs. Blackman."
He reached out and pushed his hand inside the halter, cupping one of her tits. Already the blamed breast felt warm.
She pulled away. "Tommy, no!" she said, but there wasn't much conviction in it.
"Hey, Dan. Want to see some real live tits?"
Dan looked up, a forkful of eggs almost to his mouth. He nodded then stuffed the eggs inside.
Tommy reached out and pulled outward on the fabric of the halter, lifting it up and over the breast.
"Cats, Holy Cats!" Dan said, dropping his fork.
"Oh, she has two of them," Tommy said, pulling the tie on the halter at her neck and taking the halter off her.
Both her big tits popped into view, and Melinda trembled. She wanted to turn and run back home. She could. She could get away right now if she wanted to. No one would see her running topless through the back yards. But she didn't. Tommy grinned, Dan stared in wide-eyed fascination.
"The kid has never seen any real tits before," Tommy explained. "Come on over, Dan, and feel them."
Dan just stared.
"Oh, it's okay, Mrs. Blackman won't tell Mom. Mrs. Blackman fucks around all the time. See?" He put his hands on her breasts, rubbing them, tweaking her nipples, making them come up tall and blood hot.
Melinda wanted to die. Right in front of Dan. But a second later Tommy's hands on her tits stirred her to a quick passionate heat. Her boobs were on fire, she felt the first squirt of cunt cream and wiggled in her shorts.
"Tell him it's all right, Mrs. Blackman."
Dan had put down his fork and stood beside the table.
"Wow!" he said.
"You like them?" Melinda asked, looking at Dan.
"Yeah. Wow!"
"Would you like to feel them? You may not get another chance." He nodded.
Melinda walked to him making her big tits jiggle and wobble as she moved. She stopped in front of him. He was shorter by half a head than Tommy. He stared directly at her boobs.
"Go ahead, dear, you can pet them. Touch them, feel of them, they aren't that different."
She took his hand and placed it on one breast.
"There, does that hurt you, Dan?"
He shook his head. "Darling, it doesn't hurt me either. A girl-likes to have her breasts felt, rubbed, petted. Go ahead."
Dan looked at Tommy who was standing beside Melinda. His hand had wormed down the inside of her shorts and then inside her panties and was working toward her crotch.
Dan rubbed her a little, then a little more.
"It doesn't hurt?"
She rubbed his arm, then his chest under his shirt. "Did that hurt you?"
He shook his head, then both hands came up to her boobs and he played with them.
Melinda wriggled as Tommy's finger brushed over her ass-hole. He laughed and moved back to find it. She spread her legs a little to help and smiled at Dan. Then she frowned. "When does your mother get home?"
"Not until almost twelve. She's at some meeting."
Melinda let Dan play with her tits all he wanted to. It set her to a slow burn she knew would develop quickly. Tommy's finger was playing with her bung and she couldn't stop him. She reached behind her with one hand and found his cock. She began to jack him off and Tommy giggled.
"Kiss them," Melinda told Dan. He looked up, surprised, then kissed her tits and she felt her temperature rising. Tommy had unzipped her shorts and was pulling them down.
"Tommy, you really shouldn't."
His fingers went between her legs rubbing hard on the nylon right over her cunt. She groaned. "Tommy, I'll give you fifteen minutes to stop doing that."
He looked up and laughed. The next moment he was kneeling in front of her pulling down her panties. Melinda watched Dan. His eyes were glued on her crotch, at her triangle of black cunt hair. He couldn't take his eyes from her mons veneris.
"That's part of a girl, too, Dan. Take a closer look."
She spread her legs more, and humped her mons at him for a better view.
"Darling, hunt around with your fingers, see what you can find."
He did, carefully at first, then with more enthusiasm until he discovered the juicy wet hole of her cunt. He touched the outer lips and she drooled cunt cream at him. He jumped back.
"Don't worry, Dan, that just means my cunt-likes you to touch it. It's getting all juiced up to fuck."
Dan shook his head. "Wow, now if I could only get a stiffy."
Melinda knelt before Dan now, and unzipped his pants and pushed them down. There was no lump under his shorts, and she quickly pulled down his shorts. His little prick and balls were hairless, smaller than Tommy's. She loved them, so cute and tiny, so virginal. She cupped his balls in one hand and played with his little prick in the other. Then she looked up.
"Is it all right if I play with them?"
Dan was about ready to burst. He nodded.
Tommy had been playing with her cunt, and now jammed his finer into her. She felt her pressures moving up and up. Her cunt squirted cream again, and quickly she got up on her hands and knees and spread her legs.
"Tommy, get around there and see if you can find a fucking hole. Damn it, hurry. I need cock in me!"
Tommy moved behind her, pushed his finger into her slot, then bent down and wormed his cock into the same hole. It took him a minute to work inside. Melinda thrilled with each jab of his prick. It was what a woman was meant to do. She loved to feel it sliding in and out of her tight twat and she kept it as closed as possible. But her cunt cream began spraying again and the friction eased.
She looked at the boy in front of her. She pulled him toward her, holding his little soft prick pulling it into her mouth, hoping that he would get hard. He gasped and shivered.
"Wow, Mrs. Blackman, that's wild. That feels good. Are you going to do that very much?"
She nodded, biting his tender little morsel. His cock and pink little balls were so precious! She could go on licking and eating them all morning. As she chewed on him, she sensed his prick growing in her mouth. She wallowed it around with her tongue, sucked harder, and at last as it grew she had to let part of it out of her mouth.
She came off it, reached up with one hand and patted it. The glan was pinker now, going to red as more and more blood flooded into it.
"So good, Dan, just delicious. Your little prick is the best I've ever tasted!" She gulped it down again and felt Tommy pumping away behind her. He was leaning over her back now, one hand on each tit playing with them, shaking them, making them swing.
Again and again his slender cock pumped into her juiced up hole. He pounded it from side to side, she squeezed in rhythm to his fucking and soon he began to yelp in pleasure. She felt him cumming, jamming hard into her, then she heard something else, a car in the driveway and a car door slam.
She jerked off the small cock. "Your mom's home!" she said. She pulled away from Tommy, grabbed her halter, panties and shorts and sprinted through the kitchen for the rear sliding door into the patio. There she quickly slipped into her halter and shorts. Carrying her panties wadded up in her hand, she walked casually to the back fence and went into her yard.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melinda leaned against the inside of the gate and cried. God, what was she doing? She had molested and sexually assaulted two under-aged boys. That was a prison offense, for goodness' sake. But they loved it.
So what, it was still a felony, punishable by a prison term and a big fine. Her, Melinda Blackman. What in the world was she trying to do? Did she want to go to prison?
She stopped her tears, ran and jumped in the swimming pool, shorts, halter and all. She came to the surface and floated on her back. It was wild. Two weeks ago she wouldn't have dreamed of molesting Tommy or Dan. Now she was fucking and sucking them and dreaming of more. She used a back stroke to the side of the pool and got out. A nearby towel left by one of the kids rescued her from her dripping state. She dried and went into the house for some dry clothes.
As she dressed, Melinda tried to think back through the whole thing. She was not the product of a prudish or puritanical home. She knew about sex, her parents never lectured her on it one way or another, and she could tell every time her mother got fucked. She looked absolutely glowing, happy, sparkling.
The older she got, the less she looked that way, or maybe it was because they did their fucking at night then. She got drilled when she was fourteen, and once or twice a year after that until she got married. Sex was never that big a thing with her. Sure, she loved it, but she was scared to death of getting pregnant. Twice she had had to jump out of a car and walk home rather than lose her panties.
After she married Grant, she had slipped only once, and that was when Grant was away on that special job. Martin Bukowski, next-door neighbor and best friend, had stopped by to see how everything was. She thought back over it now as she sat on her bed. It had been over a year ago now....
"Hi, beautiful," Martin had said. "How's the old homestead with the head honcho gone? Anything you need fixing that can't wait?"
"Hi, Martin. There is something you can do. I miss having a morning cup of coffee with that old bear. Got time?"
He came in, took off his stocking cap and warmed his hands on the cup. Their five kids were out ice skating on a pond down by the lake.
"When will the bear be back?"
"Thursday, just five more days."
"You'll make it."
"What's Audrie doing?"
"She's up at that rummage sale her club is having. I even have to get my own lunch."
"Why don't you eat here?"
"Now there's an idea. And with everyone out of the way, it would be a great time to seduce you."
He was joking and she knew it, but suddenly she wished he weren't.
"Promises, promises," she'd said. She stood and brushed her breasts against him. He reached out and caught her shoulders, then slowly pulled her toward him and kissed her lips. It was a long kiss and his tongue touched her lips, but she kept them closed.
"You ever mess around?"
"Martin, I. . . "
He kissed her again and put his hand over her tit. She gave a little sigh and leaned against him. He sensed his victory and let his hands move over both her breasts. The kiss, a long one, ended with his tongue breaking into her mouth. She pulled away.
"Marty, we can't."
"Why not?" His hands were inside her blouse now, greedy when they discovered she wore no bra.
"I'm married."
"Married people fuck all the time." She laughed. "Marty, we're not married to each other."
"That make any difference?"
He kissed her again, and she didn't resist. As he kissed her he unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then pulled her down on the kitchen floor.
"Right here?"
"Why not, ever been fucked here before?" She nodded.
"Then it shouldn't bother you." His mouth closed over her tit and Melinda sighed. It was so damn good. Any mouth. Once she thought only Grant could do a good fucking job on her, but Marty was just as smooth. He had worked over both her breasts when she began unzipping his pants.
"Marty, are you a real redhead?"
He laughed. "There's only one way to find out."
She took his pants off, then his shorts and saw the red curls around his balls, over his cock. "I'll be damned. A real fucking redhead."
He kissed her again, then slid her skirt and panties off.
"Fast and hard, or slow and beautiful."
"Slow."
Martin had been fantastic. She had never been titillated so completely. He began sucking her breasts, then he spanked her as he rubbed her clit. The double whammy almost made her climax. She surged higher and higher as he slapped her ass with his big hand, smartly, rhythmically.
"Darling, fuck me now, I'm ready," she begged him.
"Not yet," he said. Then he went down on her, his mouth at her cunt, his tongue flicking her clit back and forth as his finger wormed its way into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God, nothing could be better!" she yelped, wriggling her ass on the cold floor of the kitchen.
But it was, as he pumped his finger full length into her ass and drove his tongue into her quivering pussy. She lathered his face with cunt cream and he laughed. Then he lay down beside her and hit her clit button a dozen times to send her soaring over the moon. She gasped as the climax tore through her. Jolting spasm after spasm reduced her to jelly as he kept slapping her clit back and forth. Only when she was through did he spread her knees and slam into her cunt. She had another jolting climax as he bored in and out of her juicy twat. His long pole worked like a corkscrew in her tender vaginal tube, drilling one side, then the other as he kept pounding away.
"Oh, yes, harder, harder," Melinda squealed. Martin grinned and plunged in and out of her juicy twat, feeling the delicious gripping of her vaginal muscles, sensing her hips lift to meet his forcing his hot, stiff prick in deeper and deeper until his balls kept banging against her sweet buns.
He stopped.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, let's try it different." He reached down beside his legs and caught her legs and lifted them around his back. Now he fucked again, harder and harder, and she sensed the different angle. He slowed and lifted her legs higher until he had them resting on his shoulders. She was practically bent double now, and he rested his arms and chest against her legs.
"Fantastic," Melinda said.
"Now it cums fast." He began stroking into her, and Melinda was amazed at the difference again in the feel of it. It was pressing on some wall of her vagina, massaging it. Melinda couldn't hold it back. It started deep surging upward and upward, and only when it was about to break did she moan. Then the moan became a groan as he continued to stroke in and out of her. She realized she was wailing now and treasuring each long drive of his hot dick deep inside her tender cunt. Then she broke and screeched in lusty release as she climaxed again. It was all blue and gold and falling leaves and days at the beach. The tremors shook her like a rubber toy in a dog's mouth, and during it all she realized he was climaxing, too. He grunted and panted and dug in deeply at her, their pelvic bones grinding together with each massive thrust now.
"GODDAMN!" Martin bellowed. Then he pulled out of her and rolled away. At once he caught up his shorts and pants and headed for the bathroom.
Melinda sat there on the cold floor, watched the cum and cunt cream drool out her pussy and down her leg. It was the wildest, sexiest fuck she'd ever had. She found her clothes and staggered into the bathroom. He was dressing.
She looked at him.
Martin stopped dressing and kissed her tits, then her mouth.
"Yeah, in that order," she said.
"So I'm a big tit man. I've been wanting to fuck you for years, ever since we moved in."
"We can't do it again, you know that."
"Sure. Now we can be friends. I won't try again. Once is enough to satisfy my curiosity. I have a scale, a fuck scale. And I'm always judging women on the sex scale from one to ten. I had you pegged at an eight. Which is pretty damn high. Well you came through as a solid ten. I don't know what you could do better. Body, motion, desire, cooperation-perfect, damn perfect. I hope Grant appreciates you."
"He does, about three times a week."
"No lie? Damn, you talk to Audrie. You know, ask her how many times we do it and compare. Hell, she thinks once a week is enough."
"Sure I'll talk to her, but I won't mention this."
"You sure as hell better not!"
They both laughed and dressed, then she fixed lunch for him and later he went home, a good friend.
Melinda stood from where she had been sitting on her bed remembering her one and only infidelity-with a man. It hadn't been anything she was ashamed of, or had gotten all uptight about. But was it part of a developing pattern? Was she really a loose woman, a nymphomaniac who had to have cock every day or die?
She shook out her hair and adjusted the set as much as she could. Her jump in the pool had ruined the seven-dollar hair set. At last she left it the way it was. To hell with it. She wasn't going to be kissing anyone today, anyway.
But what about the damn boys?
Easy, she would just not be caught alone with them. She would do everything she could to have someone in the house. Maybe she could latch the screen and the back door-no the way the kids charged in and out that would never work. She scowled at herself in the bathroom mirror and touched up her lipstick.
So that was settled. She wasn't a nymphomaniac, she didn't have to have cock every day. She wouldn't fuck around with the boys any more, and she would keep someone around her all the time. She would not be alone with Dan or Tommy, and she would be away from home more so they couldn't drop in. It sounded like a good plan, a winner.
Melinda was smiling when she walked out of the bedroom. Yes, it was a good battle, plan.
CHAPTER SIX
Tommy got his pajamas back on by the time his mother got into the kitchen. Dan had his pants on but not zipped up. Tommy made a lunge and zipped them just as their mother turned into the kitchen with a big sack of something.
"Tommy, get that other sack from the car will...." When she saw he was still in his pajamas she shrugged. "No, I'll get it. Why don't you go get dressed." He waved at her and went down the hall to his room. Just as he closed his door he saw Shirley come home. He went back to his door, and she came down the hall.
"How did it feel?" he asked softly. She looked up, eyes curious. "Now what is that supposed to mean."
"Oh, nothing. I just saw Arni take your bra off underwater yesterday and play with your tits."
"You did not," she said. "Yes, I did."
She looked down the hall, and then pushed him into his room and closed the door.
"Look, you trying to blow this whole deal? We get free swimming next door, right?"
"Right."
"So if Arni wants to play a little, what am I supposed to do, make him mad at all of us?"
"You let him do what you wouldn't ever let me do."
"Well, that's different."
"You're kind of wiped out by him, huh?"
"No, not especially."
"Then let me feel them, let me look," he said eagerly.
She hesitated.
"Look, the door is closed. Nobody will know." He grinned. "And I won't have to tell Mom you were topless."
"You wouldn't!"
"Not if you let me look and feel. Right now." She took one look at the door, then sighed. She pulled up the loose blouse she was wearing and reached behind and unhooked her bra.
Then she held out her hand. "Now this is just for a couple of minutes and nothing else, and don't get any ideas that you can do it again. It's just payment of a debt, kind of."
"Right, a bribe."
She grinned. He pushed up her blouse and she held it, still leaning against the door.
He pushed the bra up, too, and she held that and looked down.
"Well," she said.
"Nice, you've got nice tits."
"Is that all you can say?"
His hand reached up and caught one, pinched it and played with her nipple. He watched it grow red and get bigger.
"Look, your nipple is getting a hard-on."
"I know. I bet you are, too," she said.
He nodded.
"Can I look?"
He shook his head, "Not part of our deal. Maybe sometime when Mom is gone."
He rubbed her tits more and listened to her breathing get faster.
"You're getting hot, you know that?"
"Yes, of course I know it, and I can stop it whenever I want to."
"You know I've fucked a girl?" he asked her. "Oh, you haven't either. And don't talk that way."
"I have, I have. You want me to show you?"
He kept rubbing her breasts and he knew she was getting hotter. He played with her nipples. "I fucked her and she played with my cock, had it in her mouth and everything."
"Oh, Tommy, that's disgusting!" She pulled down her blouse and pushed him away. "Don't talk that way around me." Shirley opened his door, saw no one in the hall and ran to her room.
She locked her door and lay on the bed, half crying, half reveling in the brother's touch on her tits. It had felt so good! She didn't want him to stop. Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed a little. She remembered how good Alice said it was to rub off. She'd never tried it. Well, she tried it once, but her mom had come in her room and she had to stop. Now the door was locked.
She worked her hand under her pantyhose and touched her clit. WHAM! It was like electricity shooting all the way through her. She touched it again. WHAM, WHAM!! Wild. Again and again she touched herself, then she felt so delicious she pulled down her panties and kicked them off, lifting her short skirt and touching the hump over her cunt. Her mons, that's what it was. Her finger drifted lower and rubbed and she sighed. Just fantastic. Then her other hand went lower and she stroked her soft juicy cunt.
She wondered what it would feel like to have a big, hot, throbbing prick like inside of her? It would have to be just marvelous. He would be big and strong, she met him at a dance with her very finest dress on, and he had swept her off her feet. They danced close until closing time, and then he asked if he could take her home. He had some big foreign car, low slung and it growled like crazy.
But he didn't take her home, he took her to a moonlit glen and spread out a blanket. Her finger rubbed harder on her clit now and her other fingers played with her outer lips. Oh, it felt good. If only he would get romantic.
And he did; he took off his pants and then kissed her and she helped him undress her.
Shirley was panting now, living her fantasy. He was kind and gentle, and he pushed his big cock into her so easily she hardly knew he was going in, he was fucking her! Now her finger took over the task, driving in and out of her juiced-up virginal hole, pounding back and forth where only a candle had been before.
Fantastic, out of sight! Shirley writhed on her bed, her finger driving in and out of her swollen pussy, kneading the slippery labia, rocking back and forth on the bed as if a two hundred pounder were socking it to her. Shirley knew she had never felt anything so fantastic before. He was fucking her!
In her fantasy he kept pounding it into her. She loved the way it plunged into her juiced-up little hole and then sucked out and made a strange noise. She felt a squirt of fluid down at her crotch. Was that cumming? She didn't know. Her finger kept ramming into her softness and Shirley gave a low moan. Fantastic, she didn't know if she could stand it or not. Why didn't she do this every day? Or let Tommy fuck her? She'd seen him jacking off one day. He didn't know she was watching. She had been amazed. His cock was three times as big hard as it was soft, and it stuck straight up instead of hanging down. She was glad breasts didn't do that, just swell up when a girl was hot and sexy.
Shirley felt some strange urge within her and she pushed her clit harder and harder, her finger flew in and out of her juicy cunt. Then she trembled, her whole body shook and her fingers stopped moving.
What was the matter? Was she sick? Then she trembled again and it was so delicious, so perfect, so wonderful she knew she must be climaxing. Fantastic! Out of this world! Never in her life had she ever felt such a tremendous surge of powerful feeling. She shook and trembled again and gasped for breath, then surged back on the bed and lay very still, remembering, reliving that great half a minute when the whole world turned beautiful and every man handsome and perfect.
In his room Tommy had started to jack off as soon as his sister ran out. But he stopped. She had to be hot. Why not just wait until their mom left for that next meeting? Then he would move in and really have some fun with big sister, and she would love it. He grinned, put his shorts on without any underwear and went down to watch some TV.
His mom came in five minutes later. "Now, Tommy, I've got to get to that women's auxiliary meeting. I don't know why they pile up everything on the same day. I'll be back by about four-thirty, so you take care of things around here. If you kids go next door to swim, just be sure to lock the front door, all right?"
"Yeah, sure, Mom. Lock the front door."
She waved and went out. Tommy went to the front window and watched the car shoot down the block and around the corner. He had the only hot-rod mother in town.
When he was sure she was gone, and wouldn't be back to find something she forgot, Tommy turned off the TV, closed the front door and went down the hall toward Shirley's room. What if she told him to get out? He had a solution to that. As he walked his prick came up stiff. Yeah, he had an answer to that.
He knocked on her door. "Shirley?"
"What do you want?"
"Talk, can I come in?" He was grinning slyly.
"Talk about what?" came through the door, muffled.
"Anything."
"Not about sex."
"Okay, not about fun and sex."
He heard the door unlock, but it didn't open. Tommy rubbed his cock through his shorts and walked into Shirley's room. She sat cross-legged on her bed wearing her bikini.
"I'm about ready to go for a swim. What do you want?"
"Mom's gone to another meeting."
"I heard the car leave." Shirley looked at his crotch. Oh, no! He had a stiffy already. What did she do now? "So what did you want to talk about?"
"You and Arni. Has he ever fucked you?"
Shirley scowled. "Look, I told you not to talk dirty. I don't like it. And, no, he's never done anything but pet me a little and that was only yesterday."
"What about those hide-and-seek games?"
"Oh, that. We just kissed a little."
"He didn't get his hands on your tits?"
"No, and you can march right out of my room, Thomas Bukowski!"
He grinned and turned toward the door, but when his back was to her he unsnapped the top of his shorts and pushed the zipper down. As he turned back to face her he pushed down the walking shorts.
Shirley stared at him, her eyes never leaving his crotch, and his stiff, hard, purple and pulsating cock. It was at least five inches long! Something that big would never go inside her.
"Tommy, don't do that. Please leave."
He knew he was home free then. Shirley never said please to him. He didn't talk any more, simply stepped out of the shorts and walked toward her, naked, hot and ready. She didn't move as he came up.
"Tommy, what do you want?"
He reached out and felt her breasts, then rubbed them. When she didn't stop him, he reached around at her back and unhooked the bikini top.
"Tommy, you shouldn't be doing this."
He grinned as the top fell down and he put his hands on her tits. Damn, he almost spurted right there! He took it easy, working around and around each breast, gradually coming to the top and tweaking each nipple. Then he played with the small pricks until both stood at attention, begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.
When Tommy bent his head and took her tit in his mouth, Shirley moaned.
"My God, Tommy, you have no idea how good that feels. I mean, I know you've jacked off, and it's got to be about the same. I'm burning up, Tommy, burning up and almost panting and both my breasts feel like they are flaming, hot and burning, red-hot coals. Oh, it's so, fantastic!"
He ate both her boobies, then kissed down her chest and her flat little belly to the very edge of her bikini bottoms.
"You can't go any farther, Tommy. That's the out-of-bounds line. Absolutely not."
He kissed her on the mouth, and pushed his tongue against her teeth. When she opened her mouth to protest he jammed his tongue inside her mouth, then pushed her backwards until his body pressed down against her the whole distance as he lay on top of her. He made it a long kiss, teasing her tongue, only when she insisted did he let off. Then instead of screaming she moaned in pleasure. He pushed his hard cock against her crotch where the cloth was and pushed her legs apart with his.
"Tommy, you can't, I'm your sister!"
He nodded, jammed his cock against her crotch again, then moved his hand down below until he found the right spot and he began rubbing her, rubbing right through the cloth. Shirley kept on moaning. It felt so good, so beautiful, just like her big strong man with the sports car.
Then she felt him untying the strings. Shirley shivered. She might let him touch her down there with his fingers, but that was all, absolutely all. But she didn't say a word when he pushed down between her spread legs to finish taking off her bottoms.
Tommy groaned himself, her patch of hair was lighter than Mrs. Blackman's, but somehow sexier. There wasn't as much of it and he could see the winking redness of her pussy. He almost climaxed again, but he held it off. His hand snaked down to her belly and he rubbed her, then moved lower and lower.
"Oh, Tommy, darling, you can't touch me down there; it isn't right. ... You're my brother."
His hands worked down her legs, and round her soft, wet cunt lips. Slowly he narrowed the circle, slowly and gently, then he found her soft little clit and he touched it.
"Oh, damn!" Shirley breathed.
He touched it again and again, then began rubbing it the way he had with Mrs. Blackman. .
"Darling, that's so wonderful, so fantastic."
He rubbed some more, then moved his hand down to her soft, juicy cunt. The moment his fingers touched her outer lips she gushed cunt cream at him. Tommy grinned, and moved his hands more, rubbing the cream on her lips, working them up, then touching the very center of her womanhood.
"Tommy, no, noooooooooo."
His first finger penetrated, slid on in and up to his knuckle.
"Damn, I'm going to cum," he said.
She lifted up to watch. He lunged forward trying to get his cock inside of her. It hit below her slot and fountained, gushing out six heavy spurts of white cum. Shirley watched and smiled.
"So, that's how you cum," she said. "I've wondered. Now are you all through?"
Tommy shook his head. "Not; by a damn sight, sexy sister."
"So what can you do next?"
"Watch."
His hand went back to her crotch with some tissue he had picked off her dresser. He cleaned up his cum and threw it at a wastebasket, then his finger fitted back onto her clit and he began driving; His other finger moved deeper, trying for her tight puckered ass-hole, but he couldn't find it.
Shirley knew what he was doing, trying to make her cum, but she was sure she couldn't so soon after the other one. Wasn't a girl supposed to cum when the man was inside her fucking back and forth? That's the way she dreamed about it, sometimes.
Now she lay still, letting him twang the node, letting him build up her desire, her passion more and more. And she was amazed how quickly it built, how fast she was panting again. It was as though she had a small switch down there and all he had to do was touch it and she turned on.
And was she 'on.' She began moving her hips now in time to his movement of his fingers. More and more the desire built. It was almost like her fantasy with the sports car man. Only this time it was someone else with his finger on her clit, and someone else lying beside her stark naked and sexy, with a real cock and balls. She wanted to look at them more, to see them up closely and explore.
She hoped she would have a chance later.
Shirley gasped as the pressure built. It was just like before only twice as good. How could anything feel so wonderful. Her blood pounded, her breasts felt on fire, so tender, so warm against his chest. Her cunt kept squirting and drooling cream. Now her hips began to bounce upward and something triggered, and she knew it would never stop.
She trembled, then shook, again and again and again she vibrated with the tremendous spasms of stark pleasure. Nothing could be so tremendous, so fantastic!
As she kept pounding and humping, she felt something different. Now his finger was inside her cunt pounding back and forth with her. Too much! She spilled over again and lay back, panting, too much at sea to really understand what was going on. She felt him push her legs apart. He must want to look at her panting pussy. Then he lifted her knees up and pushed them outward and she felt her cunt open. That was beautiful. Then she looked down and almost yelped.
Tommy was between her knees, kneeling, his hot, long prick ready to enter her.
"Oh, Tommy!" she said.
"This is it, baby, your first fuck."
She wailed that he couldn't, but even as she did, she felt the red-hot point of his prick nose into her juicy cunt-creamed pussy. At first it simply burned as he poked and poked again, until she wondered if he would ever get in. She was tight for her finger sometimes. Now that the first shock was over, Shirley was curious how it would feel. She barely breathed. She knew her juiced-up cunt was ready, but in response she felt another squirt of cunt cream and Tommy suddenly pressed in deeper.
"Yeah, that's it, girl, hold in there," he said.
He slid out of her a way, and she felt the big cock in her tiny tube, a strange pressure, a funny feeling that wasn't at all what she had expected. Then it dove deeper and she purred, it felt so good. Her cunt was creaming again and she felt him drive all the way in until their bones met.
"Holy shit, Shirley, we're fucking!"
"Fucking right," she said and laughed. It was the first time she had ever said the word out loud.
"Now you're talking," he said and began to pull it out.
"Don't stop," she begged. "I'm just getting started."
He drilled into her and out then, and each time the fucking sound of his cock working back and forth came to her, Shirley knew she would remember it the rest of her life. Then she remembered she hadn't locked the door. It was all right, Dan never came in without knocking and asking. Once he'd come in when she was stark naked, without anything to hold up even. He stared at her for a minute, then turned and ran out, as embarrassed as she was. Danny was all right.
She began to play with her hips, to move them to the side, up and back and the sensations doubled in intensity, but as she did it, Tommy yelped.
"Hey, that's making me cum too fast."
She stopped and let his juicy, pulsating cock slam into her creamed cunt. Her senses were alive, listening to him breathe, knowing each time his daggering cock bored into the end of his stroke, rising gently with her hips to meet his meat, accepting it, wishing it were longer, reveling in the pure joy of fucking.
He came all the way out of her, paused for a moment, then drove all the way in with one long, strong stroke.
"Oh, beautiful!" she said.
He did it again and she chortled, kissing his lips each time he came down, waiting for the excruciatingly pleasant thrust of his prick, of his weight descending on her, and loving it, even when his chest crushed her tits. She had recovered from the emotional binge of her climax, now thrilled with all of her mind and all of her emotions to the glorious experience of her first fuck.
She wondered how long he could last? He kept pounding into her and she realized that he had just ejaculated not five minutes before. It might take him longer. She smiled and groaned as he slammed her hard. Then he came hard again.
"God, it's here," he said through clenched teeth. Then he panted, gasping for breath and she felt the first squirt of cum hit her inside. It was electric again, made her twinge and wiggle. Then they came three more, than another one before he sighed and relaxed, laying on top of her, smashing down her tits and she loved it all.
Suddenly she knew they should come apart, they couldn't afford the fun of dragging it out any longer. They had been lucky. He pumped once more into her and pulled out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melinda tried to get lunch for the boys, but wound up asking them to have whatever they wanted. They ate and vanished into the back yard. They had walked all morning and not worked on a single lawn.
Melinda sat in the big rocker and tried to watch TV. She couldn't. It was on, but she was having trouble following the story. Why in the world would she get involved with two little boys? What in hell was she thinking about?
The very thought now disgusted her. Now with Martin, the boy's dad, that was different. He was a man, and it was the idea of pure friendship. That she accepted, but this thing she was worried about. She couldn't tell when it started, or why. She worried it for a while, got busy with some washing she had to do and cleaned up the family room while she was at it. Before she knew it it was three o'clock and she heard the kids screeching in the back yard. A quick look showed the problem.
The boys had swiped Shirley's bikini top and were playing keep away with it. At first Shirley stayed under water, then she began jumping out and chasing the boys around the pool, her young breasts jiggling enticingly under the golden sun.
Melinda ran for the back door.
"Stop it!" she screeched. "Arni you go in the house at once. You too, Paul. Tommy give your sister her top, for heaven's sake-this is no nudist colony. You four boys should be ashamed of yourself. Dan and Tommy, you better get on home, too, and no more swimming for any of you for four days."
Shirley captured her bra and tied it back in place, she swam to the other end and got out.
"Thanks, Mrs. Blackman. But they didn't mean any harm; they were just playing. I know I should have stayed under water, but I wanted it back so much."
"I'm sure it was Ami's fault, Shirley. He's a big tease."
"Mrs. Blackman, do you have a minute to talk."
"Sure, Shirley, what about?" They sat down on folding lounges around the pool.
"Now, Shirley, what's troubling you?"
"Well, partly what happened here, I guess. How does a girl know what to do around a boy she-likes? I mean she can't just come out and say she-likes him and kiss him."
Melinda laughed. "Well, I've known some who did. But usually they didn't get what they wanted. A girl has to play it carefully, but not too strict. By the time I was sixteen I had let one or two boys pet my breasts. You know, if I really liked them, and if we'd had a very good time. Not just anybody, though. You just decide on each boy as they come along."
"Thanks, that helps. I can't talk with Mom about this." She hesitated, her pretty young face frowning. "Then there's the big question. When does a girl, you know, really make it with a boy ... you know, do it?"
"I guess you're asking about having sexual intercourse, and this is a lot tougher question. That isn't something you do just because you like a boy. I know sex is less strict than it used to be, but you've got the rest of your life for that. Don't do anything about it now, just hold off, and it'll be better than you ever dreamed."
Shirley almost couldn't keep from laughing. But she did. She stood up, thanked Mrs. Blackman and ran home, letting her tits bounce all they wanted to. She was a woman, a sexy woman who could satisfy a man!
Back in the house Melinda found the boys in front of the TV set.
"No TV for the next four days," she said sternly. "Now I want both of you to go to your rooms. You're under house arrest. No swimming, no TV."
"Can we eat?"
"During mealtimes. That was a very bad thing you guys did. Poor Shirley was almost frantic."
"Looked like she enjoyed it until you came. She-likes to show off her boobs," Arni said.
"Arni, you scoot to your room, right this instant."
He grumbled but he went. "You, too, Paul, and don't let your big brother get you into trouble next time."
"Oh, he didn't take it off her, Dan did."
"No matter, now scoot."
A half-hour later she remembered she had to have some groceries, not a whole shopping expedition, just a few items. She called to Arni that she'd be gone for half an hour, and he waved.
She went to the shopping center just a mile down the road, got her groceries and headed for the car. A young boy stared at her, and she realized she had on her halter, the loose one with no bra and her breasts did bounce around a lot. She decided she'd been trying to hide them too long, this was the era of the big tit, so if she had them, why not play.
The boy looked about thirteen. He stared openly at her and grinned, then he followed her toward her car. She had had to park in the middle of the lot, and now lots of the other cars had left. She got to her car and the boy began to walk on past, then turned and stared at her again as she was putting the sack in the back seat.
She waved at him and smiled. "Hi, honey. You lost? Anything I can do for you?"
He walked toward her, a thin boy, with deep set eyes and longish hair. He came up to six feet of her and stopped.
"Wow, but you're a pretty lady."
"Why, thank you." Melinda felt her breasts begin to itch and glow. "But something worries me. Can you come over here closer?"
He came up close and stared directly at her tits. uYou said I was a pretty lady, but the only part of me you've seen has been my breasts."
"Yeah, I like big tits like yours."
Her first impulse was to slap him, then she laughed. "You're not shy, are you?"
"Not when it comes to watching big bouncing tits. I love it."
"Would you like to see them up closer, see more of them?" What in the world was she doing? He was a total stranger!
The kid grinned. "Sure, if you're showing and you won't scream that I'm raping you."
Melinda laughed, held open the door for him and watched him slide into the car and stop about in the middle of the big seat.
She got in wondering exactly what she would do. She sat there a moment. There wasn't a car within a hundred feet of her now. It was the back part of the lot and no cars had been even driving past and there was no foot traffic or bicycles zooming around. She relaxed, decided to give the kid a little look.
"What's your name?"
"Willy."
"Hi, Willy. So you like tits, do you?"
"Yeah, and you've got the biggest knockers I've seen all week. I bet you measure thirty-nine inches."
"No, Willy, thirty-eight. But what's more important for a tit watcher is my breasts are firm."
"Hey, that's right," he said staring at the slight cleavage showing between her breasts.
"Willy, if I show you a tit, what will you show me?"
He shrugged. "My cock?"
"Why not?" She looked around, then slid lower in the seat. "I'll show, but keep watch, okay."
"Damn, sure."
She could see over the dash and out the windows. No one was coming. Her halter tied at the neck and at the back. She pulled the string in back and left the one tied around her neck. She checked outside again, then lifted one side of the halter, exposing one breast.
"Good goddamn!" Willy said. "Now that is a beautiful tit. How'd they grow so big?"
"I was just lucky." She looked around again. A car was coming, but it angled for the driveway two hundred feet ahead of them.
She lifted the other half of the halter so he could see both tits, and she checked outside. No one.
"Holy shit! Now that is one fine pair. Beautiful. And I've seen a lot of tits. A lot of girls' but grown women, too. Yours are the biggest, most perfect ones yet."
"Why thank you, Willy, now open your zipper."
"Yeah, it's not hard yet."
She watched him unzip, and let her halter down to cover herself. Before she looked down again she checked the lot and saw no one. He pulled his soft worm out of his pants. It was two inches long, with the foreskin gone and the little glans pale white and unexcited. She reached for it.
"Hey, I didn't say you could touch him, just look."
"Willy, don't you want him to get hard?"
"Well, sure, but ... I get to touch your tits?"
She nodded. They both looked out windows and she slid lower in the seat. His fingers crept under her halter and Melinda thrilled to his touch. Little beads of fire crawled with his hand. She shivered as his fingers worked up to the side of her tit where they stopped and explored. The burning only increased as he ventured up the steep slope until he found the peak.
"Oh, Willy, that's very nice. I like your hand there."
She checked the surrounding area, saw no one and picked up his worm of a cock. It was very soft. "You ever had a hard-on?" she asked. "Shit yes, lots of times."
She guessed he hadn't. Now she began to play with his cock and balls, working them in her hand. The little softness began to stir.
"Willy, we've got to get you hard. You watch outside to see if anyone is coming."
She bent sideways and kissed his tiny soft prick, then gulped it into her mouth.
"Goddamn," Willy whispered softly. He watched but no one came near. She sucked on his little morsel, working it over, chewing it gently, playing with his balls, and munching. Gradually he began to harden.
His hands worked on both her tits now, streaking them with fire and desire, making her pussy cream again, and she spread her legs for comfort. Before she realized it, he had one hand between her legs and moved it upward. Just as he touched her crotch, his cock sprang to full hardness. It was not over four inches long. She moved her hand over his prick and began stroking it.
She sat up a little and found his hand wedged between her legs.
"You. want to fuck?" she asked him. "You finger-fuck me and rub me off and I'll jack you off."
He shrugged. "Why not." Just keep a look out for cars. I don't want to tangle with the Juvies again."
His hand wormed higher. She was glad she wore the short skirt today. But she had panties on. She flipped up the back of her skirt, caught the waist band of the panties, and with one soft, fluid movement wormed them off her hips and pulled them down her legs. She put them into her purse.
"Now, see what you can find." She checked the outside and saw a bike riding toward them. The rider waited until the last minute, then swerved around them widely. She went back to jacking him off.
"This is wild, getting jacked off right in the middle of the parking lot. I like it!"
"Good, little fucker, because so do I. Get your finger into my twat. AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH! Oh, yes, that's it, but next time let your finger work in slowly. Now put another finger with that and then another one to get a big enough pretend cock." He did and began moving it in and out.
"Oh, yes, darling, that's great. Have you ever done that before?"
"No, and never in a fucking parking lot."
"You've never really fucked a girl, have you, Willy?"
He shook his head.
"Well, this is as close as you're going to come today. But maybe some other day . ... "
She pumped him hard now, and his hips were starting to move.
Then a police car came into the parking lot. It made a slow sweep around the stores, then drove through the parking lot. As soon as he saw the cop car, Willy froze.
"They know me," he said. "They'll know something is wrong," Willy wailed.
If they come by close, just look the other way." She pulled a magazine out of her grocery sack. "Put this opened over your lap, they won't see a thing." Willy shivered.
The police car toured the lot then drove up toward them, veering to one side so the driver's windows were next to each other. The cop stopped and nodded to Melinda.
"Everything all right, ma'am?" the cop asked.
Melinda had scooted up higher in the seat as he came, and grinned and nodded. "Yes, if my daughter ever comes out of the supermarket with the items I forgot. Those lines are getting longer and longer. Isn't there something you can do about a crime like that, officer?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Afraid that's out of my jurisdiction." He waved and drove away.
"Damn but I don't like them cops. They give me a bad time every time they find me. And look what I did." He showed her the magazine. Where it had been opened were three big blobs of his cum. "Sorry, I couldn't hold it."
"Then make me cum," she said. It was clear around the car again. "Use your other hand and rub me." She showed him her slit but didn't bother to explain it. "Just rub back and forth where you feel that little hard spot. Yeah, that's it."
She settled down in the seat, the steering wheel nuzzling her tits. Oh, yes, this was fine. She'd never been rubbed off in a car before. She felt the pressure starting to build. One time she had sucked off Grant. They were driving somewhere and she started feeling sexy and playing with his leg. Before long she had pulled open her blouse and taken off her bra and had him feeling her with one hand. Then she opened his pants and sucked him off while he drove. That had been dangerous and frantic, but it had been memorable. Taking cum in the mouth at sixty miles an hour is something. She wondered how it would be in a plane, one of those late night mail runs where there aren't many passengers.
Then she concentrated on his finger. She was building and building and she forgot to look around. The car sped past them missing by four feet and almost giving Melinda a heart attack. She gasped, then checked around to clear the area. Willy hit her three more times and she boiled and bubbled over the top. She jolted three times, then felt one long spasm roar through her body and it was over.
Melinda reached over and played with the small cock, soft again now, worked lower to find his balls in their small sac.
"You're quite a young boy," she said. "Are you here often?"
"Naw, I usually work the movies, see what kind of change I can pick up."
"You steal it?"
"Sure, how the hell do you suppose I eat?"
"Oh. Well, would two dollars help you?"
"Wasn't it more fun for you than just two bucks? You got your rocks off in the middle of a parking lot, and I had my hand up your twat as you talked with a fucking policeman."
She laughed. "You little whore!" She gave him three dollars and pointed to the door.
"Whore, you call me a whore? I don't go around sucking off girls. Damn I should call the cops and tell them what you did to me, you'd roast in a cell for ten years."
"No, no, Willy, don't do that." She fumbled in her purse and found a five dollar bill. "Here, go get a good meal someplace. Good-bye, Willy."
He left and she locked the door behind him. Jan looked at herself in the car rear view mirror, and began giggling. It had been quite a day. The two Bukowski boys in the morning, Shirley running around with her tits out, and now Willy rubbing her and finger fucking her in the parking lot.
Melinda put the car in gear and drove home.
That was when she remembered her panties were still in her purse. That was her first job when she got into the house.
Dinner that night was a strange affair. She was late, and Grant found a western movie he liked and couldn't tear himself away from, so they all ate on trays in the family room watching the good Indians beat the bad white folks. It was a real change of pace.
After the western, Melinda watched her favorite detective show and then the news. Grant was too tired to do anything but fall into bed and go to sleep. Melinda lay there thinking back over the day. She felt like some damn teenager recounting her conquests. Or had it been the other way around. Had she actually given that small boy eight dollars? She had. And it was for services rendered. That made that little bastard a fucking whore whether he admitted it or not. No wonder he was shy around the cops. They probably had enough on him to put him into Juvenile Hall for years if they could catch him.
She didn't want to think about it, but every time she almost got to sleep the problem of the Bukowski boys came up. Not just one now, but two. Or would they bother her? Maybe they knew it was just a short fling and it was over. That's what she would tell them both tomorrow. Maybe she could telephone Tommy when his mother went out. She thought about it. There was absolutely no way that she was going to be alone with either or both of those boys in the future. Absolutely no way at all. If there was any unalterable truth in the world today, that had to be part of it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Melinda jumped out of bed when the alarm rang, got Grant off to work and cleaned up the kitchen. This was a new day and she would begin it with a new outlook: she would think all things fine and beautiful, love everyone platonically, and do something good and uplifting for her fellow man.
To get in the swing of things she spent half an hour doing exercises with the man on television, finding that she wasn't as fat and flabby as she had thought she might be. Then she called both boys who'd demanded to be wakened at 8 a. m. They dressed, gobbled down a quick breakfast and went out again on their quest: to find some lawns to mow. Arni rolled the power mower, and behind him came Paul with sacks for grass catching, a gasoline can, tools, clippers and a lot of enthusiasm. They said they wouldn't be home until at least one o'clock and would have at least ten dollars. She waved and wished them luck. Now to the rest of the house, which meant the living room, and a once over on the kitchen.
She had finished the living room vacuuming and dusting and stared at the curtains for five minutes before deciding not to wash them. Melinda sat in the kitchen for her second cup of coffee and turned on the radio to a gentle FM music station.
The first thing she heard behind her was a giggle. She knew at once who it was. That had to be Dan Bukowski. She turned slowly. Both of the boys were naked.
"Come on, Mrs. Blackman, let's fuck," Tommy said. He grinned. "Hell, we know nobody's home. The boys won't be back until one o'clock, and we told mom we were going over to the playground for some baseball, so we got all morning."
"No, absolutely not, now get out of here." It was her best "command" voice and she meant it.
Dan wilted, began to move back toward the hall. Tommy laughed. "You don't mean that do you? Look what I've got for you, a cock, and he's hard already. Wouldn't that taste good right now, Mrs. Blackman? Wouldn't you like to have that rammed up your cunt?"
She was getting confused. What happened to all of those high sounding phrases of just half an hour ago? Where had they flown off, too? She turned around. "No, Tommy Bukowski, I'm not doing that any more. Now get out of this house this instant."
She waited but he didn't reply. She waited a minute more, then she felt something at her leg. It was Dan. He held both of her legs. Tommy walked in front of her and caught her tits with his hand, squeezing, rubbing, playing with them. She had on no bra, and only a soft blouse. He had them just as if they were bare. His lips reached for hers and found them, kissing her hard. It gushed fire into her pit and she knew the battle was almost lost.
Dan Bukowski ran his hands up the inside of her legs, then rubbed hard at her crotch and Melinda felt her twat squirt cunt cream. Damn, why did she have such a quick trigger these days?
Tommy's hands were under her blouse now, rubbing, playing with her big tits, tweaking her nipples until they stood up lush and tall. Then he took her by the hand and led her up to the bedroom. The bed was made, thank goodness, she thought as the boys undressed her. She hadn't said a word, and now she wanted to cry. But they both kept rubbing her, playing with her, flicking her clit, running stubby little fingers up her cunt and again and again her pussy oozed out cunt cream. It was her body that was letting her down! Her body was disloyal to her, that was it.
"Any good ideas for us today, Mrs. Blackman?"
Tommy asked.
"Yes, go swim and drown yourself."
"Come on, don't be sore. You started it, right? I didn't. So now you play even if you don't want to, or I'll tell mom what you did, and she'll have you put in prison."
Melinda shivered. Prison. Damn Tommy was smarter than she guessed, the little prick. They had urged her to sit down and now knelt on each side of her. Tommy moved around and pushed his cock toward her face.
"Hungry this morning?"
She surprised him and moaned, pulling it into her mouth, sucking hard. It took only a minute and a half and she was roasting hot again. Dammit, now she was glad they had come! She'd have one more good balling, then leave the house every morning and go to the library. Nobody had ever been fucked in the branch library.
"Hey, I do have an idea. Tommy, you dog-fuck me from the back, and I can suck off Danny. Okay." She went over on her hands and knees and waited for Tommy to mount up behind her. He had some trouble finding her slot, but a moment later he punched it in.
"Wow! Hell, but that's a good punching cock you got back there, ramming it up my tube." Melinda yelped. Then she pulled Dan over in front of her, his little prick hard now. With tongue-moistened lips glistening, she lowered her head toward his sensitive little prick. Her mouth felt incredibly hot and soft as she pulled the slender heat bloated penis into her mouth. Delicious, so pristine pure and unused, so new, so precious! She held it in her mouth for a minute, then she began licking the four-inch penis with loving care, washing it off, licking lower until his little balls were warm and wet from her tongue. She moved lower yet and spread his legs wider so she could wash the area down to his pucker-pink anus.
It quivered when her tongue flicked across it, and Danny yelped. She licked it a dozen times, then came back to his up tight balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, chewing gently on each one until she had her fill before she went back to his bloated, little-boy cock.
She gulped it into her mouth, let it hit against her cheeks and bounce off the top of her mouth before she began sucking it. Then she bobbed up and down on the slender prick until he began to moan under her. She made her tongue a nerve-shattering weapon licking his cock on the out-stroke and made the little quivering, pusling head jerk and convulse crazily.
She sucked hungrily, concentrating on extracting the fiery hot semen from his balls as soon as she could. All the time she sucked now, her free hand tickled and caressed the sperm-bloated sac of his churning testicles. She looked down past her perfectly shaped breasts dancing and quivering below her torso, as Tommy pounded and blasted into her cunt from the backside.
It was almost more than she could endure. Surely she would cum any minute even though her clit hadn't been touched. She'd have a vaginal climax sure as hell. She hadn't had many in her life, but when one came, it was a hellofa tremendous jolt.
She sucked faster, swallowing more and more of his desire-hardened cock into her warm, mouth-cavern, her voracious mouth welcoming him, her tongue working miracles with wild swirls and she bobbed until she came almost off it each time.
She wasn't forgetting the second well-oiled cock punching into her swollen cunt hole still dripping with cunt cream, still oozing on each thrust of the boy-sized prick that drilled into her, sucking in with it her outer lips, then when he reversed the soft pink flesh surging back into place, ready for another erotic journey.
Tommy fucked her well from the back. He still didn't believe it; she had been so easy to convince, to lord it over, to stop in her tracks when she ordered them out of the house. Just his hands on her tits, and his lips on hers. Danny's hands on her cunt must have helped, too.
Now he fucked forward, realizing this would be his first cum of the day. He should be good for four more shots before noon! What a perfect place to live, a neighbor with a pool and a woman who fucked kids. Wow! Just thinking about it made him start his climax. It began so far upstream he couldn't determine just where, then it boiled and roared downstream with the speed of a raging tidal wave. It swept everything before it, rammed forward, plowed deep into her swollen, tender cunt, and at last blew up in a series of six thrusts which meant he had blasted her through the bed. He slid out of her and saw she was still working over Danny.
Melinda tried but couldn't quite climax when Tommy did, she sucked harder on the wonderful turgid pole in her mouth, and seconds later Danny yelped and then humped his hips as his juicy, sweet semen shot from his passion-filled cock. She caught each jolt, marveling at the delicate taste, the different flavor than Grant's cum or Tommy's. She gulped it down, then licked off his little cock and patted his balls.
"Good boys, good guys," she said, dropping on the bed on her back. "That was one hell of a good way to start the morning. What should we do now?"
"Jeeze, give me a minute to catch my breath," Danny said. "That getting your balls sucked out takes a lot out of a guy."
Melinda laughed at him and cuffed him along side the head.
"We could do some exercises," Tommy said. "How about the jumping jack." He jumped off the bed and did one. Melinda tried it. Hands at sides, jump out and land with feet three feet apart and at the same time swing hands over head and touch palms. Repeat. She did a few then saw Tommy only wanted to see her tits bouncing up and down. She fell back on the bed laughing. "Hey, I do have another idea. Come on." She brought them all into the bathroom and pushed them into the shower. "Let's all have a shower together."
Both boys screeched as she turned on the cold water, then adjusted it. The shower stall was bigger than average, about four foot square, and they began playing, Tommy had first choice and he began washing and soaping down Melinda's big tits. She gurgled and giggled. She, in turn, was washing Danny's crotch. Before long they all were soaped and wet and wild.
"Hey, I understand you just can't fuck standing up. Is that right, Mrs. Blackman."
"Let's try it."
She leaned against the wall and let him try to get his soapy prick up her soapy cunt hole. At first they simply wouldn't match, then the more they tried and the harder Tommy's prick became, the more he could shove it into her until at last he was all the way inside her.
"Damn, we did it," he said.
Melinda leaned forward and Tommy yelped. "Kripes, but does that change things, you nearly broke me in half."
"Good, then we'll have twice as many pricks around here." She soaped Dan good one more time and then Tommy pulled out of her and they all rinsed off. They used four towels between them as they jumped out of the shower.
Back on the king-sized bed, Dan sat up.
"Hey, it's my turn to fuck," he said. They all laughed.
"All right you big prick, your turn," Melinda said, but I'm a virgin and you're going to have seduce me, make me want your cock."
"Hell, I don't know how."
"Learn. First you come in say hello, say I'm pretty and complement me on the cooking, my dress, my dancing, then you kiss me. We'll take it from there.
' Crazy, sounds like fun. He went to the bathroom door and knocked. Melinda walked to the door, opened it.
"Why, Dan, nice of you to come calling, won't you come in."
They went to the bed and sat down, he near her. He jumped at her and tried to kiss her. Dan missed, hitting her shoulder instead. They all broke up laughing again.
"Come on, Danny, for real, now. You pet me up nice or you don't get to fuck. Pet my breasts. Come on."
Melinda sat there loving the feel of his young fingers on her tits. He was so hesitant, so inexperienced, so wanting. She guessed that was part of the thrill of the young boys. She could teach them something! She'd never thought of it that way before. He got her breasts warmed up, and her nipples responded, and suddenly the game wasn't funny any more, she was getting steamed up. Her twat was making juicing sounds again.
"Kiss them, Danny," she commanded.
His soft, gentle mouth went around her tit and she moaned. "Oh, Danny, that is nice, you make me feel all sexy and fucky and wanting it. Hurry, Danny, hurry and get me sexed up all the way. I want your little cock inside my hot, overripe cunt."
He chewed, then worked down her tummy with a little bulge in it to her mons hair. He kissed right on through it until he came to her soft, pulsing outer lips.
"Wow, look at that, it's moving," he breathed.
"Damn right, otherwise it's dead," Melinda said. She got her hand on his prick and stroked it. He kissed her around her pussy.
"Kiss it right in the middle, Danny."
He hesitated, then she pumped his cock twice more and he did, and Melinda almost got her gun right there. He paused then kissed her again and she began to tremble.
Danny moved down and spread her white thighs wide, watching the white and pink pussy winking wetly at him. A gush of cream squirted out and he nodded and pushed down at her hole. He found it on the first try and rammed his four-inch cock hard into her tube.
"Oh, yes, oh, my God yes, Danny, that was perfect."
He pushed in as far as he could go, and backed out, then fucked in again.
"Yes, Danny, fuck me hard!"
He responded slapping his little balls down against her thighs with each stroke. Beads of perspiration came on his forehead and she tried to kiss them away, but he shook his head, driving, demanding, making his body work for him, until he knew he had the stroke down.
She worked up against him, reveling in the delicacy of his little tool, knowing it penetrated half as far as some cocks she'd had, but also realizing that somehow it was sweeter, that it had just as much effect on her. Suddenly she realized that a cock's biggest effect on a woman was on her vulva, and the outer part of her cunt, not deep inside where there were fewer nerve-endings to affect.
Danny fucked into her hard. A real fuck, a wild, real fuck and with tits bigger than anything he had ever seen. Twice as big as Shirley's from what he could see in the swimming pool, and especially yesterday where she was topless. He loved that, but not half as much as seeing Mrs. Blackmail naked all over. Monster tits and a cunt hole that gobbled up his prick and squeezed him on every stroke.
Damn, this was better than jacking off in the bathroom with Miss July from Playboy!
He kept it going, driving his swollen, hot cock deeper into her sweet pussy. Danny dreamed and hoped and prayed that this one would never end. This was the best so far, and he was slow cumming, which made it perfect for him. He drove deep, tried to corkscrew out of her, but it didn't work too well, he wiggled it back and forth when he was in deep and she murmured. She must like that. The more he wiggled the faster he felt his cum moving. It was on the way now and he felt the whole world begin to move. He closed his eyes and his fingers clawed into fists and his toes stretched downward just as the heavy thrusts came and he pumped the seven shots of cum into her. He panted and gasped for air, sure that he would die from suffocation, but then the air came back, and he gently leaned down and rested his head on her tits and wanted to go to sleep.
She stirred under him and pushed one tit into his mouth. He sucked on it and chewed and then he did want to go to sleep.
Melinda let him rest five minutes by the clock on the dresser, then she roused him and rolled him off. Only then did she look at the hour hand. It was a quarter after twelve! That was impossible. Her boys would be home any minute.
She jumped up, told the boys to get their clothes. She put on her shorts and halter and slippers and got to the living room, just as the lawn-mowing brothers came around the sidewalk toward the back yard.
Melinda tried to get the boys dressed and out the front door, but there wasn't time. She pushed them into the master bedroom, and told them she'd get her boys into the pool, then they should go out the front door. They were still pulling on clothes.
"We got it, Mrs. Blackman," Tommy said. She went down to the kitchen and turned off the coffee pot. It must be almost boiled dry.
Arni came in first. He held up six dollars.
"How do you like them apples?" he said. "Six hard-earned dollars for the team. Not a bad morning's work."
"Really, Arni, that's fine. I bet you earned every cent of it. Now, how about getting into your suit and take a swim before I fix you some lunch? I didn't want to fix anything until you came."
"Good idea." He ran for his room.
Almost the same words were spoken when Paul came in, only he said Arni had the cash. She got them both into the water five minutes later, and when she went to look in the master bedroom, the boys were gone. Not even a memento.
She shook her head on her way down to the kitchen. How in hell was she going to get those two Bukowski boys bugged off her and onto something else? How do you get a teen-aged boy interested in something besides girls? It sounded impossible. By the time she had a tuna sandwiches made and the milk poured, the lawn mowing team was back ready to eat.
She watched Arni as he ate the sandwich, and slowly she had an idea. Why not some girls, some teen-aged girls Tommy's own age? If he had some little girl cunts to chase and tease and try to get fresh with and got slapped a few times, it sure would take his mind and his cock off her problem list. Melinda smiled for the first time in several days. At last she thought she might have a solution to one of her more pressing problems.
CHAPTER NINE
The rest of the afternoon she planned for the party. It would be for Arni, of course, but half the girls would be fifteen, just right for Tommy. She made out a list of those she knew. She'd ask Arni about some more. If she could have ten girls and just the four boys ... no that wouldn't work, maybe just five or six girls and the four boys, that would be better. It would be a pool party, and the little cunts would wear their skimpiest suits to show off what they had and what they wanted. It would work. Tommy would get sweet on one of them and that's the last she would see of him.
As the afternoon progressed so did her plans. They were supposed to go bowling that evening, but she decided to plead a sick headache and stay home and make some calls. She could get it set up for tomorrow, a real surprise for the boys.
Melinda hummed through dinner and Grant looked at her strangely when she said she didn't want to go bowling.
"God, Mel, you've got to get some practice in before we start the league. You promise me you'll go one afternoon this week?"
She did and sent the three men off to the alley. Then she settled down at the telephone. Almost before she had a name in mind, the phone rang. It startled her, but she picked it up and said hello.
"Mrs. Blackman, stupid Dan got himself in trouble. He has a jar stuck around his, you know, and we can't get it off. I'm afraid the little jerk will cut himself. Can you come over and help us? Folks are gone."
"Ajar is stuck where?"
"You know, this morning you said you loved it, remember?"
"Oh, no! I'll be right over, Tommy."
She didn't think of anything as she rushed out the back door and across the back yards. Dan must have been trying to jack off into some jar and got his cock stuck. That poor little darling! She ran in the back door and called.
"In here," a voice said and she ran for the family room.
When she came through the door she saw Danny naked but with a jar over his prick. She wanted to giggle. Nobody was hurt. She didn't see Tommy. "Dan, what in the world have you done."
"Aw, nothing, just messing around."
"And it's stuck."
"Kind of."
"Hey, did you cum in there?"
"Naw, it was just an idea."
She knelt down beside the couch where he lay and before she could move Tommy came up behind her, reached around and grabbed a tit in each hand.
"Hi, there fucking, cocksucking Mrs. Blackman," Tommy said.
Anger, immediate and hot, surged up in her mouth but she realized he was still a boy. "Tommy, let's get Dan taken care of. How badly stuck is it?"
But Tommy didn't release his hold on her breasts.
"Ain't stuck, see," Dan said pulling his stiff cock out of the jar. "We gonna play tit and fuck tonight?"
Tommy pushed gently and Melinda tipped over on the carpet. He lay on top of her trying to kiss her mouth. His hands pawed at her breasts. She felt Danny working her legs apart, and his hands moving up her soft, tender inner legs to the heart of her passion.
"Tommy, don't. We can't do this any more, I told you that yesterday, and I mean it. I'm going to tell your mother."
"Yeah, Mrs. Blackman, you go ahead and do that, and I'll come visit you up at the state prison. Kerist, you know you won't tell Mom. She's your best friend. And I know you're not going to tell Mom, so let's forget that one."
His hands were under her blouse now, fondling, caressing her big tits. Suddenly she wished she was only a small size, then she wouldn't have this kind of trouble.
"Danny, you leave me alone, do you hear? I'll scream and Martin will rush over here and knock the tar out of you. You'll be black and blue over every inch of your body."
"Nope, Mrs. Blackman. I know he went bowling with the kids, and Shirley is even out on a date, so that just leaves us here, 'cause Mom is gone."
"Then you planned this, you sneaky little pricks!"
"Sure we planned it. Big tits and good cunt are worth planning for."
He had her blouse unbuttoned now and spread back. "My God but you've got beautiful tits, Mrs. Blackman. I want to just suck them to death every time I see them." He went down on her, sucking on one tit. Danny moved up from below and began sucking the other one.
Melinda cried, softly, tears welling up and streaking her cheeks. What the hell could she do? They complimented her, and tackled her and threw her to the floor ... there was nothing she could do. Besides, her breasts were starting to tingle, and throb. Oh God, no! She wasn't going to get horny again, ail sexed up and play with these children.
"Mrs. Blackman, is it true that a woman can take a cock up her ass? I mean, the guys have said it will work and I just don't see how. Is it possible?"
She looked at Tommy and smiled, then she laughed. "Lordy, Tommy, you do ask the wildest questions. Of course it's possible, all you have to do is talk the girl into it. Some women like ass-fucks, call them the best. I've never done it much that way."
"But you have done it?"
"Of course, every woman has; that's my guess. You get to experimenting around after a few years. Fucking is fun but if you can make it more fun...."
Danny moved his mouth off her tit "and began unzipping the old cotton skirt she had worn today. He had it pulled down and then played with her crotch.
"Don't do that, Danny. We're not going to do anything tonight. I'm going to get up and go home." She tried to but Tommy sat on her hips, forcing her down. She struggled a moment, then sighed.
"Tommy, I don't want to get cross with you, but I can fight pretty good. The first thing I do is hit you right in the balls.
"Wow, I hope you don't. I got knead once in my crotch playing basketball and I couldn't sit up for an hour. Damn, worst thing I ever felt."
He was moving ahead now, and bent, jamming his cock against her tits. It only made her more horny, built up her blood pressure. She could feel her breasts throbbing again, knew her nipples were getting bigger. His swollen, pulsating glans brushed a nipple and she watched it jerk with excitement, then swell and rise until it was almost a half inch from her tit.
His cockhead kept coming upward. She watched it, marveling at the purple sheen of the glans, the stiff, pink-redness of the long shaft, and especially the purple throbbing of the big artery at the base of it. She was fascinated by the little cum hole in the end where he spurted out that delicious jism. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to play around just a little with the boys before she made those calls. Damn the calls! She had to set that up.
Then she looked at the prick again but it was too close to focus on, just a blur and it was headed right for her mouth. How about a little bit, she asked herself, just a little cock to suck before she went?
Melinda flicked out her saliva dripping tongue and Tommy pushed forward a little until they made contact. Greedily she washed the purple glans, trying to force her tongue down inside the cum slot in the end.
She felt Danny working down below. She had automatically lifted her hips when he nudged her and she felt him slide down and off her skirt and panties. So she was naked again. Damn! So she might as well cooperate, this one last time.
His prick was throbbing now, a huge, elongated, chunk of meat, bloated with hot blood, the superheated cock ready to plunge into her warm, soft mouth.
"Oh, darling, closer, come closer, put it into me, please." He did.
His cock slid into her hot mouth and she gulped it down, the purple vanishing inside her. One hand came up to play with his churching balls. She massaged them, stroked them, and then felt him start to hump, to face-fuck her. His tool slammed against the roof of her mouth, slanted off and hit her cheek .before she got her hand up to adjust the angle and cushion some of the depth.
Then she lay there, knowing that Danny was playing around with her hot twat. She sucked and chewed, making each stroke an adventure in escape as she brought her teeth down and scraped his shaft and glans as he pulled back. He was moaning almost from the start. She milked his balls more, grinding them against each other until he put his hand down to stop her. Her hand moved around his jolting buttocks and spread his cheeks, worming into his bung. He yelped when she began to dig into him there.
"What in shit are you doing, lady?" She couldn't answer, she laughed awkwardly around his plunging cock and he laughed, too. Her finger found the key and bored in, worked around and around, then drove in deeper.
"Crazy, that's wild, back there. Almost like I'm taking a shit and it feels good!"
His prick jammed harder now, the turgid tool slamming in and out and his panting increasing. He caught the top of her head with his hands and jolted seven times before he stopped. The hot jism splashed into her mouth, over her teeth, then one shooting straight down her throat. She reveled in the hot, milky, salty taste of it, and licked the last off her mouth and sucked every bit from his cock tube before she let him go.
Tommy rolled over and over on the floor, naked and exhausted.
"That was one damn fine cocksucking," he said.
Melinda smiled. It was good, and the cum tasted out of this world, but it was only the briefest of starts. She wanted more now, lots more! She wanted to fuck and suck and suck and fuck until she was too exhausted to move!
Danny looked up, moved up her body and sucked each tit where she lay on her back on the family room rug.
"My turn, and I want to fuck your ass-hole."
"Just help yourself, you sweet little cock. You know how?"
"Nope, isn't this show and tell, like at school?"
She roared with laughter as she rolled over and got on her hands and knees, leaning down so her tits were on the carpet and her ass stuck up high.
"Find my cunt, honey, and get your finger wet in there with cream, then rub that around my bung, it's the next slot, the brown one. Find it?"
"I think so."
She yelped, "Oh, yeah, that's it. Now work your little finger around and around so the old muscles loosen up. I'm trying to relax. There!" She felt her muscles soften and go slack. "Punch into me sweetheart. Go ahead!"
She waited for the movement, and felt his little prick slide in as his finger came out. He made it. "Oh, yes, darling, you're in. Now go on inside slow, let me stretch out as you go."
She tightened, wondering how much it would hurt. It always hurt a little when Grant went in back, but he had a log for a cock. This one was smaller and she felt so tight she could squeak. His little cock jammed and came out, jammed in a little more until soon he was pushed up tight against her buns.
"You made it, darling, you're in! Now give me a good one, pump in and out just like before, make it a real shitty ass-fuck."
Melinda wanted to hum, she felt so good, or sing. She had a sweet little prick up her cunt, no, no, up her ass-hole, and the fun was just beginning. There was no way she could figure it out. She had no idea why she was here, why she was fucking around with these kids. It was ridiculous, but it was wonderful too.
The thrill of his little cock slapping into her ass did something to her. She was moaning and groaning, wondering how long he could hold out. Was there something down there that would touch her clit? She knew the tubes were very close together. It came again, another electric shock and she wondered what from. Then again and again and again. She looked down and saw Tommy lying beside her, his hand up on her clit, pounding it back and forth. His other hand on her tits, rubbing softly.
She built along with the kid in her ass. She knew the rosy glow was coming. She felt it in her bones, as her breath came in ragged gasps, her body lurched in anticipation. By the time the first faint spasm touched her she reacted to it like a tornado, quivering and humping, panting and moaning, and all the time trying to keep in pace with the small cock rammed up her ass-hole. She humped and groaned. Another spasm hit her and she shivered, her teeth chattered, her whole body racked with an uncontrollable vibration that startled her. When the final wave came she was crying, shattered completely by the intensity of the climax, so roaring sex-drunk that she didn't know if Danny was still in her or not. She hadn't felt him climax or pull out. But he must have done both. He was rolling on the rug, laughing and crying. She didn't care what he did, she fell and rolled over on her back, so exhausted that if Martin and Audrie Bukowski walked in right there she wouldn't even be able to say howdy. She closed her eyes and soared away on afterglow, so wonderful, peaceful, tantalizing in retrospect. She drifted, then soared and at last came back to the family room and sat up.
She sensed the flash cube going off. "What the hell?"
Tommy leaned back and grinned from his picture-taking pose.
"Just some snapshots to remind you of this day when you're old and gray." He took another picture as Danny came up beside her, his little prick swinging, all brown and smelly.
"Hey, don't do that," she shouted.
"Why not, just finishing off the roll. I've got a whole roll of color film of you and Danny ass-fucking. I waited until I could get both of your faces in, and some of his cock just starting into your ass-hole. Should be some good shots."
Tears brimmed her eyes, splattered on her cheeks. "Why, Tommy, why?"
"So you won't decide not to mess around with us any more. We like it. We figure you're good for at least four more years. So the roll of film, undeveloped, but always ready to be, is our little bit of insurance."
She cried again. "You didn't have to do that, Tommy. Now I just might call your bluff. Danny, go wash off your shitty cock in the bathroom." She stared back at Tommy. "I could take that away from you. Smash the camera, let the roll come out and expose it."
"But you won't. Because I can run faster than you can."
She saw he had on a pair of cutoff jeans. He could run outside. She sighed. "Tommy, I'm very disappointed with you. I was going to introduce you to some good sexy girls. But I don't know if I should now."
"I don't need them, I've got you. I bet none of them have thirty-eight-inch tits, do they?"
She shook her head. Slowly she began to put on her clothes. She put on her blouse first to cover up her breasts because she knew it liked to watch them. When she was dressed she went toward the back door.
"That's all? You're not going to cry and beg me to give you the film?"
"I don't even know if you have film in the camera, Tommy," she said wearily.
"Oh, there's film. The transport won't work if there isn't film, and the flash cube won't turn and the camera won't work without film in it. He opened the back of the camera and took out the little cartridge. "See, here it is." He laughed. "I guess I could sell it to you."
"No you can't Tommy. Because I won't buy it." She went out the back door, through the Bukowski back yard and into her own yard. She looked at the pool, shook her head and walked around it into the kitchen. She had a cup of hot black coffee from her perpetual pot and sighed.
She couldn't go on this way, she knew she absolutely couldn't. Sooner or later somebody would catch her, or she would slip and give it away, or one of the boys would. One of her boys might spot them, and that would be the absolute worst.
Melinda had no idea how Grant would react. She knew that he played around a little. He did when he went on that conference, he told her so, and asked her to forgive him. It was just a spur of the moment thing after walking this delegate back to her room, after a session. She invited him in while she changed so they could go to the banquet. She got only half changed when he happened to turn around the wrong way, and ... so they had skipped the banquet and had a four cum banquet of their own. She forgave him, made him eat her pussy four times, and he loved every minute of it.
Damn, how did she get in messes like this? She turned on the TV and tried to get interested in the story. She didn't even enjoy watching the bald man tonight. Melinda turned it off and wondered if she should hint that Tommy had been a little over-attentive to her in the swimming pool. He had brushed her breasts not once, but twice in the pool. Yes! She could tell Audrie that, saying she didn't want to get Tommy in any trouble, but he was impressionable and just at that super sexy-curious stage. She could apologize about Shirley losing her bra in the pool, too, and that would make her both sinner and sinned against. Yes! That should do it. She would call Audrie first thing in the morning to come over for coffee.
Melinda went and took a shower, then settled down in bed with a good book. She was halfway through it when her three men came home.
Grant apologized. "We had a hell of a time getting an open lane to bowl. The damn leagues were monopolizing all of the alleys."
Melinda smiled, said that was too bad and settled down to go to sleep. She would sleep good tonight, now that she had the solution to her big problem.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning bright and early Melinda was up putting the house in shape to have company. She would call Audrey as soon as the boys decided what they wanted to do. They weren't going out lawn mowing today.
Paul went to a friend's house and Arni decided to see if there was. a softball game at the playground. When they both were gone, Melinda phoned Audrie. She could just run next door and ask her over, but the phone seemed best. It would save time. She let it ring five times, then hung up. She might be in the bathroom or doing a load of wash. It could wait a few minutes, she'd call again soon.
When Arni left the house he waved at his mom, his glove in his hand. She vanished back inside the front door and he moved down the block toward the field. But he went only half way, then reversed his direction, running quickly back toward his house, cut across the lawn of the place two doors down and slipped into the Bukowski's garage. Already he felt his prick getting hard. Damn, if only it would work out today!
He knocked softly on the door and a moment later the garage door into the kitchen opened. Mrs. Bukowski looked out and her frown suddenly changed to a grin.
"Hi, Arni, you little dreamboat."
"Hi." He looked around. "The kids gone?"
"Every damn one of them." She paused a moment watching him. "You ready again?"
"I'm a fast learner, Audrie."
She laughed. "You sure as hell are." She looked down at his crotch. "Is it up already?"
He nodded and patted his hard cock hidden behind the jeans.
"Let's see it."
"Right here?"
"Right, let me pull down the garage door first." She did then turned on the light. She pulled a chaise lounge pad off a shelf and dropped it on the floor. "Want to come into my sex parlor?" She sat down on the pad, letting her skirt hike up almost to her waist.
He sat down beside her, shaking his head. "Audrie, you sure are gung-ho for sex, aren't you?"
"Fuck yes, Arni. I like cock. At least I'm not one of them woman lesbians."
Arni looked at her. About his mom's age, not over five-feet four and kind of chunky. Her tits weren't nearly as big as his mom's. She reached over and unzipped his pants.
"Kerist, Arni, but you've got a swelling there! Look at that fucker! We've got to reduce the swelling somehow."
He reached under her blouse, hit her bra and she turned so he could unhook it, then he pulled the blouse off over her head and she let the bra drop.
Arni felt his red hot prick surge. Damn, it always did that when he saw tits or touched them. He came twice in the pool the other day when Shirley was running around topless.
"Keep me warm, baby, it's cold in here," Audrie said. He took her tits and began warming them up, surging them, making her nipples sit up and take notice. When both were hot and burning to his touch, he reached over and kissed her.
Audrie's mouth was open before his was and as he kissed her she pulled him down on the pad on top of her. His tongue got into her mouth first and they played duel for a few moments before she lanced hers deep into his mouth.
She took his hand and moved it down to her crotch, where he rubbed gently as she had taught him, first all around her upper legs and belly, slowly reducing the circle until he was zeroed in on her mons, then dropped down to her soft, pulsating, oozing cunt.
"Oh, Arni, baby, you sure know how to make a girl feel like fucking. You know that? I sure can train up a cat how to fuck."
He unzipped her skirt and watched her take it off with her panties in one quick lunging movement. As she did he stripped out of his pants and shorts and T-shirt and lay back on top of her, naked and feeling so sexed up it hurt.
His hand went back to her legs, urged them apart and moved toward her slippery, juiced-up pussy. His fingers touched her soft outer petals and she gasped, then grinned and nodded. The farther he went toward her soft cunthole the better she like it.
"Oh, shit, but that is good, Arni! Just wait until you get inside of me, I'll blow the bastard roof off."
His fingers touched her clit and Audrie moaned. "Oh, sweet fucker, more, more!"
She had his cock by this time, her fingers closing around it from roots toward the tip the way she used to milk the cows. It felt so hot she wanted to bend over and suck it cool. But that would come later when he was slower. Last time he was good for five cums. She wondered if he could improve on that in on morning?
She snuggled against this wonderful young boy. She wasn't sure exactly how it all began. Yes, she was too. She had caught Arni with his hands on Shirley's breasts, and he had said he was sorry, it was his fault, not Shirley's. She sent her girl to her room and lectured Arni for ten minutes, then as she talked she became excited, aroused, and told Arni if he really wanted to feel some breasts to feel hers.
To her surprise and joy he did. She showed them to him and a week later they had their first long lovemaking. It was a rapture for her, a total delight.
Now she moved so his cock could nuzzle against her belly. What a wonderful, hot, turgid tool a penis was! So marvelously adaptable, and so damn sexy.
Then she had to have it, right then. She spread her legs all the way and pushed him down.
"Baby, hump me! Fuck me hard right now, this instant. Slam into me fast and hard, go as fast as you want to. I need your big, hard, throbbing cock right now!"
Arni grinned as he went on his knees between her legs. She lifted them and spread them more until he could see her super juiced up cunt hole. He could see it! It winked at him and the white-pinkness of it almost made him lose a load.
He bent down and aimed his pulsating cock at her and pressed forward quickly. It sunk into her delicious twat like a lance and brought a low moan of pleasure from the woman.
"Oh, Baby, that is just right, perfect. Who ever taught you to fuck like that?"
Arni laughed, drew back his cock and slammed it hard into her cunt again and reached down to kiss her. "You taught me, you fucking fucker. And you did a good job because now every girl I see I want to fuck. Especially that sexy daughter of yours."
Audrie frowned. "You know the bargain we made. You want a fuck that bad, you leave my daughter alone and you come throw your hot cock into me, I can take it. And you won't make me pregnant. Now just stop dreaming of cocking her, will you?"
"Her tits bigger than yours?"
Audrie laughed, her good humor back again. "No we're about the same size, but my cunt is bigger than hers. And I don't want you trying to stretch hers. You do and I'll get you thrown in jail so fast you won't have a pot to piss in."
"Okay, okay, we made a deal. I haven't touched her cunt. You probably don't even want me to play with her boobs."
"Damn right I don't. Here are some tits if you want to tit fuck them, eat them, tie them in knots. Just leave Shirley's goodies alone."
"Yeah." He began pounding into her harder. As he did she lifted her legs and locked them around his back. It changed things and he yelped.
"Hey, you've never done that before."
"I've never done a lot of things with my old twat that I could, that we could. I'm just using it as bargaining to keep Shirley out of your clutches."
"And you hate to fuck yourself?"
"Of course, it's just a sacrifice I make for my kids."
"And you'd like to make the sacrifice more often. Is it true you fuck the milkman? The one who gets by here about five a.m."
She laughed. "That's for me to know and you to try to find out. You've never been up that early in your life."
She shushed him then and began working against his stroke. He knew she was building and wormed his hand between them so he could find her clit.
He got to it and began twanging her little node of pleasure. Audrie groaned, and moaned. Each time he hit the node she wanted to explode, it was so delicious, so fucking wonderful!
She sensed the building and knew she was ahead of him, but there was no way to stop it. She wanted everyone in the world to know how good it was! The garage turned a marvelous shade of purple at sunset, blotting out the single electric bulb over the washer and dryer. The pad they were on suddenly became a fabulous round bed, a water bed that moved to their every hint of motion, and emphasized their fucking until she almost couldn't stand it. Then her breath came in ragged gasps and she knew she was on the final approach to the runway.
She felt his hot prick punching into her swollen, hypersensitive cunt. Knew it was sliding in and out along vaginal walls so heated, so tender that they shot off sparks of fire that flooded her whole system. She knew her hips coming up to meet his turgid, throbbing meat pole as it drove in and out of her willing sheath. Her breasts were burning up as well, and every time his chest brushed them, she wanted to screech out her desire, her pleasure.
Audrie understood that her body was about to try to tear itself to pieces. But as long as his cock kept ramming in and out of her tender passion center, she knew she was safe.
The first tremor shook her quickly and passed and she opened her eyes to drink in this man-child over her fucking her the way a woman should be fucked-anyway at all! Then the second series of spasms hit and she wanted to die, it felt so tremendously sexy. Her whole body trembled and shook as if some giant dog had her by the neck. Then the surging hot, searing flames burned her and she was about to recover from that when another long series of tremors rattled her bones together. Her breath no longer came in gasps, she was lucky to gulp in a mouthful of air between long breathless periods.
When the final surge of erotic emotion had swept over her and left her limp, she felt the long tool still driving in and out of her ultra-sensitive vagina. She was lost in a wonderland of afterglow, and really didn't understand what he was doing, and cared even less.
Over her Arni knew she had climaxed. She had tried to tell him one day how it felt to her, but at last she had given up, she simply didn't have the words, she told him.
Now he knew his own time was coming. He loved fucking. This was the only female he had ever entered, but Christ, just jacking off was fun enough, but to be able to get the same, no double the boot, by cumming inside a woman, it was tremendous. He was the luckiest cock in town, he knew that. Where else did a next door neighbor let a sixteen-year-old fuck her? Nowhere, that's where!
He plowed in and out, now aware of how hot and creamy her juiced up cunt was. It must have gallons of that sweet, slippery juice up there. She squirted more of it all the time and he felt so slippery he damn near came out and lost her once. She had dropped her legs off him then and seemed like she had passed out, but she told him that was her afterglow, and it really sent her for a spin. Some girls didn't go into quite such a wild afterglow as she did.
He liked to beat her to a climax, cause then she helped him more. Now he banged his hot cock into her afraid that he would hit too hard and split his prick head. That would be bad. He knew he was almost there.
Then he was over the hump, the jism was there before he knew it and jetting out of his prick in a quick jolting six squirts. He came out of her when he knew he was through, and looked at his watch. It was only nine-fifteen. He didn't have to be home until noon. Damn, two and a half more hours of fucking! Then he could lay in the pool all afternoon for a perfect day!
He had just about decided to go to the bathroom when she roused up and grabbed his leg. "Hey, what haven't we done yet? We've side fucked and with you on top and even dog fucked. How about a good old ass-hole job?"
"A what?"
"You know, your big cock up my tight little bung, my ass-hole, my rectum."
"No shit, that will work?"
"Now, Arni. Don't tell me you haven't heard of men fucking each other. That's where they put it, up the ass or in the mouth. Woman's made the same way. Sure a cock will fit into an ass-hole. That's the only way some couples fuck."
"Goddamn."
"Well, want to try?"
"Sure, sure. The kids won't be home yet, right?"
"If they come we'll hear them and you can streak home, cause a real sensation in the neighborhood." She sat up, reached down and kissed his cock. "I'll give you just five more minutes to get hard, then I'm going to give you my favorite torture, it's called the old cock bite torture."
"Hell, I know about that one. I like it."
"You sure as shit do, Arni, and so do I." She got up and wiped off her dripping cunt with a handy towel and then looked at the kitchen door. "Sure wish I had a cup of coffee-with a couple of slugs of bourbon in it."
She bent over and pushed her ass at him. He spanked her half a dozen times and she purred. She looked back and he did it again. Then he began examining her ass-hole. It sure didn't look big enough to get into. Just thinking about it made him get hard. She had been watching.
"That's a boy, now get up there and work your finger into the old shit stick and get me loosened up. Work your finger around and around and I'll loosen up and relax that muscle back there."
Arni tried it, and suddenly the idea appealed to him, his cock in an ass-hole. Yeah!
He worked for another two or three minutes before she relaxed, then he saw how it would work, knelt and eased his cock up to her big hole and nosed it in.
"Yeah, easy now, go slow, you've got to kind of spread me out as you push in. Once you're in as far as you can go it works easier."
He was still pushing in more and more when he heard a small cry from behind him.
"You say something?" he asked the woman under him.
"No, why?"
"I thought I heard something."
Five minutes before Melinda Blackman had been ready to call Audrie again about coming over. She took her hand away from the phone, and decided to drop in on Audrie. After all, they were best friends.
She got to the back door and looked in. Nothing moved. She called softly and went inside, but Audrey wasn't in the kitchen. She tried the family room, then the living room, and at last even the master bedroom, but nobody was there.
The car was in the driveway, Audrie's car, so Melinda was almost certain she was home. Then she remembered the washer was in the garage. Audrie would be out there doing a batch of clothes. She'd sneak up on her and shout boo!
Melinda opened the door from the kitchen to the garage very gently, saw the light on and the big door closed, but did not hear the washer or dryer running. Strange. Then she heard a giggle from the other side of the garage and she tiptoed over. She almost turned around and went back when she saw the two bodies locked in intercourse. Ass fucking! The woman turned her head and Melinda knew it was Audrie. Damn, how could she get out of there without either of them hearing her?
Then the one on top, or in back, the male with his big cock jammed into Audrie's rectum turned and she saw his face.
"ARNI!" Melinda shrieked. She ran forward then, standing over them like an avenging angel. Arni saw her first and pulled out of the woman. "Oh, man, oh, Jeeze!"
Audrie turned surprised, and when she saw Melinda, she scrambled up. She sat on the pad, not trying to hide her nakedness.
"Jesus Christ, don't you ever knock." She shook her head. "Goddamn!" She stood and looked at Melinda. "Look, I don't know if I can explain, it just happened. Other middle-aged women get the urge to have a younger kid. I'm not the first. Try to understand."
Suddenly Melinda burst out laughing. It was too much to hold inside. She had gone from stark shock, fury, anger, surprise and then cold evaluation which led her to the humor in the situation as Audrie stammered around.
Audrie sighed. "Now don't go hysterical on us, Melinda."
Melinda stifled her laughter. "I'm not hysterical. I was just trying to figure out what to say to you. I guess the only thing I can say is, have you two been fucking very long?"
"Melinda, don't blame Arni, it was mostly my fault, hell, it was all my fault." She tried to explain, but Melinda waved it aside.
"Look why don't you two get dressed, and we can go in the kitchen, have a cup of coffee and discuss this like normal intelligent adults."
Five minutes later, they all sat in the kitchen. Arni had poured a glass of milk instead of the coffee. She looked at her sixteen-year-old son and shook her head.
"Arni, I have some distressing news for you, and I hope you won't let it upset you too much. Your friend Tommy Bukowski has a bigger prick than you do. I know, I've been fucking Tommy, and Dan, too."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Audrie's turn to be shocked. Melinda watched the emotions shoot across her face, surprise, shock, anger, frustration, then the smile began to creep around her mouth and she burst out laughing.
"For cunt's sake," Audrie said, laughing. "We been banging each other's kids thinking we were doing a public service or something. And the little cocks were getting the best of everything."
Melinda sighed. "Oh, wow, I was afraid you'd be outraged if you ever found out; that you'd get a butcher knife and try to kill me."
They both laughed and Arni grinned. Wow, his own mother balling old Tommy and Dan. Wait until he told the guys!
Melinda calmed down first and scowled at Arni. "Son, your lips are sealed as of now. If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, your brother, Tommy or Dan, or anybody else, you'll go on restriction for ten years, and I mean it. This just can't get out."
Audrie was frowning at him now, too. "She's right, Arni. We had a ball, but it's over, and it's top secret. Not even the Chinese torture of a thousand cuts can squeeze the truth out of you, and don't you forget it, or I'll take my butcher knife and cut your balls off."
"And I'll help her," Melinda said. "Okay, okay. I won't say a word, but our deal is off, Mrs. Bukowski."
"You touch that girl of mine and I'll chop off your prick! Boys messing around is one thing. A young girl gets the hots and finds out how good cock is and she can go bad so damn easy. If you like Shirley, keep your hands off her body."
"Yeah, okay, you're right." He shrugged. "So what now?"
"You concentrate on mowing lawns and getting in shape for cross country running team this fall. About ten miles a day will take some of the starch out of your cock."
He looked at his mother in awe. He'd never heard her say a word like that before. But all he could do now was nod. Hey, it would be good to get back to working out again.
"Right now, Arni, you get home and clean the pool. Put in chlorine, take all the tests and put up the no-swimming sign until it gets settled down. Then you stay home. We're going to have a talk."
Arni nodded and pushed up the big garage door, took his glove and ran for home.
The women sipped coffee, looking at each other. They both broke up at once and laughed with abandon.
"I'll be damned, my best friend fucking my boys. I just never suspected a thing." Audrie shook her head.
Melinda giggled. "It was a real shock to walk in and find Arni with his cock up your ass. He has more prick than I thought he did."
They sat there a moment thinking back. "In a way, I guess it's been a good education for the boys. At least we know they got their first piece of ass in a good hole!" They both roared again.
"Too bad that we couldn't have...." Melinda began.
"Couldn't have held a joint class, a fuck class for our three boys?" Audrie finished it.
They looked at each other. Both wondering what would happen. Then all the boys would know about it. So what, they were big enough to understand a little about this kind of thing.
"Why not?" they both said almost at once. They began making plans. There was a football game the next night. That would take care of the two husbands. Shirley was going to stay at a friend's house after a church picnic. Paul they would send to a movie. It was set.
The next evening Melinda took a long shower and used perfume where it would help, then slid into her bikini and checked the pool. They had decided on a pool party with Cokes, and beer for Arni if he wanted some. She brought out extra lounge pads but guessed they would try the soft grass as well. The women had agreed hot to tell the boys what was happening. They also agreed that this would be the last time they each touched the other woman's boys.
Melinda checked her figure again before she went out. Yes, a trim tummy with no skin stretching scars. She had worked her belly back down flat with exercises and eating right. Now her thirty-eight-inch tits looked bigger than ever. And she was tanned just enough to be yummy. They hadn't planned anything else, just have a fucking good time.
Arni had been in the water a half hour when the Bukowski's arrived. They came through the back gate, all ready to swim. Melinda put out the Cokes and crackers and chips and dips on the picnic table under the patio and ran to greet them. She gave each of the boys a little hug and kissed Audrie on the cheek.
"Hey, let's have a party," she said, and they all ran and dove into the pool. They played tag at first, then Melinda pretended that someone had pulled her bra strap and she let it drop off into the water. She stood there for a moment with all three boys staring at her big tits.
She slowly went under water. "Now give it back, Tommy," she called, just her head showing.
"Hey, I don't have it," he chirped.
"Me, neither," Dan said.
"Well, it's got to be here someplace." She looked a minute, glad it had been a blue top and that the lights weren't very good. "I guess we'll just have to find it tomorrow." She turned. "If you guys don't mind, I'll just swim this way." And she did, coming out of the water now and then, 'forgetting' that she was topless.
A couple of minutes later Audrie had taken off the top of her two-piece suit.
"Look, you guys don't mind, do you? Just pretend we're at a nudist camp. I want to swim topless for a while."
Her boys stared in open surprise, then laughed and ducked under the water.
Melinda called them all up to the shallow end. It was only three feet deep there and she stood up.
All three boys stared at her breasts.
"Look, if anybody wants to go skinny dippin' this is the time. I'm going to." She held up the bottoms to her bikini. "Who else?"
Tommy was first to snake out of his suit under water, then Arni. The boys watched their mother, and when Audrie pulled the bottoms of her suit out of the water and held it high they gave a little cheer. They swam then, played tag and the women tried to get the boys heated up. Arni had a hard-on he didn't try to hide. He knew what was happening. The other two boys weren't sure. Melinda went and turned down the lights, so the pool was dark and only one small light glimmered on the patio.
When she came back she crooked her finger at Tommy and he walked out of the pool self-consciously. She leaned down and played with his cold, half hard cock.
"Your mother knows about us fucking," she said softly.
"Hell, she does?"
"Yes, I told her. This is a little farewell-to-fucking-boys party. You want to join?"
He had bent before she finished, his mouth kissing the swell of her breast. His kisses kept on, moving up to the peak, then down. As he kissed, she led him toward the fence where she had spread a blanket.
She knelt down and held his face to her breast.
"Darling, that feels so fine, so fine!" Little rivers of desire began to run through her. She sat down, then spread out on her back. Before she could think of anything else, she heard Audrey come up. She was pulling Arni and Dan with her, holding each by his swollen, blood-hot prick.
She lay down on the other blanket and winked at Arni who lay down beside her. "Well, Arni, what do you want to do?" she asked.
"With Mom right there?" he whispered back.
"That's the idea, fuck 'em if you got 'em." She watched him, then said, "Look at Tommy."
When Arni looked over, Tommy was just taking his mother's huge tit in his mouth. His hand spread her legs and went between them and he heard his mother sighing, moaning softly.
Arni rolled over on top of Audrey and poked his cock at her cunt.
"Hey, not so fast, what about all the foreplay?"
He rolled on over and put his hands on her tits, rubbing slowly, the way she had taught him, working her desire higher. Arni felt weird. Here he was fucking the next door neighbor woman while his mother practically watched. She could if she looked over that way. Well, what was she doing, being felt up by a fifteen-year-old kid!
He stroked her breasts harder, then his mouth went down and chewed them, nibbling the flesh the way she showed him, and saving the nipples for the frosting, going to work on them only when he sensed that Audrie was breathing hard and fast.
"Oh, yes, beautiful," Audrie said.
Melinda closed out of her mind the fact of Ami's presence, letting her desire take over. Because now she really did want this beautiful boy, want him somehow. She looked over at Dan who sat near her but out of reach. She motioned to him, and he crawled over near her.
"Darling, your mother knows what we did, I told her. She isn't mad at you, and we have this one last time to play around. What would you like to do?"
He shook his head.
"You suck on my other tit there, and make up your mind. It's your choice tonight."
Tommy's hand had found her clit and he began banging away at it. No slow build-up this time, more like the way Grant moved in and gave her a minimum warm-up and then wham, sock in the old meat and pound it off. A girl had to be quick with him.
She looked down and marveled that two boys were sucking and chewing on her tits. It was out of sight! That stream of desire had branched out and turned into hundreds of rivers of fire now, sprouting and penetrating into every part of her body. She shivered. There was an added thrill knowing that her very own son lay six feet from her getting ready to fuck up a storm.
Different, different, she wanted to do something different. She pushed the boys off her and had them both get on their knees in front of her. She pushed them together side by side then turned them inward until their cocks touched.
"Guess what we're going to do?" She whispered. They shook their heads. "A double suck-off!" She bent and sucked both their hot pulsing cocks into her mouth.
Delightful! She took them and chewed and played, feeling them throbbing with excitement. She got into a position where both hands were free and she played with their little balls.
"Hey, that's wild," Tommy whispered. "I keep bumping into Dan's prick in there."
She nodded and kept on chewing. It was fantastic. She slurped them from side to side, feeling the heat of his pulsating glans, the throb of Dan's smaller prick. She sensed the man-sweat on them starting to come through the chlorine now. The heavy, body smell that wasn't offensive, rather it spelled sex to her, sex with cocks and cunts and cum!
Her hips wriggled. She felt her cunt cream again, felt the ooze running down her legs and wished she had one of the cocks in her mouth down there, or a mouth. Yes, a mouth!
She sucked more and more, played with the balls, began to chew on both of the fantastic little pricks. Both began to chew on both of the fantastic little pricks. Both began to throb, to swell even more in her mouth. Then the smallest one came alive, the jism splattered into her mouth, four huge blobs of it and she tried to swallow it quickly.
Tommy felt his brother move and he was jerking his hips, too, now, spearing her with his cock, trying to blast it all the way down her tender throat, until the roof fell in and he shot his rocks. The cum seeping out of her mouth, dripping off her chin until her tongue caught the droozle. She licked off both pricks and caught Tommy by the ears.
"I did something nice for you. I ate your cock, right?" he nodded. "Now, darling little heart, I want you to eat my pussy." She was whispering. "Get your face down there at my crotch and see how long you can tease me, licking and biting and kissing around my fucky cunt. Then, when I tell you, go to it and inside it, and twang my clit with your tongue."
"I don't know . ... "
"I ate you, Tommy. You want to get eaten, you have to do your share of cunt slurping, too." She pushed him down, and felt his hands spread her legs. Just his hands on her inner thighs made her pussy ooze more cunt cream. She wriggled as his lips touched her soft, silken thighs.
"Yes, darling, yes, now move up," she said softly.
His hands crept upward with his lips until she sensed he was near her crotch. His mouth bored in and kissed around the very edge of her pubic hair, up and over her quivering mons, down the sides of her pulsing legs, then up the other side. His fingers stroked the soft cunt hairs but he didn't touch it.
Melinda felt everything grow and swell in volume. Her blood boiled, her legs turned super sensitive and she trembled all over when his fingers played along her upper thighs.
Melinda knew her hips were beginning the little dance, the damned dirty boogie she felt whenever she was heating up this way. It would be fantastic! She looked over and saw Ami's dripping cock just coming out of Audrie. The woman gave a little moan and reached for the prick, drew it into her and licked it clean, then munched on his meat as it drooped and went soft. Audrie moved Arni and worked her hand around to his ass-hole. Melinda looked away.
The pressure built, the nerve-endings became one long series of molten firecrackers, snapping and burning as fast as they were lit by Tommy's tender lips and sensitive fingertips. His fingers played with her cunt hairs again, moved up almost to her joy hole, then backed away. Melinda humped, her cunt a boiling cauldron, ready to explode.
She touched his shoulder. "Now, Darling. Now, eat my cunt!"
Tommy drove his face into her crotch, kissing the very center of the frothy white and pinkness, kissing the lips that blinked and winked at him in the faint light of the patio bulb. His tongue shot out and drove into her, hitting the same place his cock had drilled in. He moved his finger and began twanging her clit, and all the time stabbing his tongue deeply inside her vagina.
Melinda kept humping, surged now with the clit chomping and shot toward the peaks of the mountains by his tongue worming down inside her vagina. She could feel it on her vaginal walls! Damn, that was a first! She'd never felt anything like that before.
She needed something! Desperately she pulled Danny closer, tried to jack him off and at the same time forced her finger up his ass-hole. She lay there panting. The tongue rammed again and again, deep down her glory tube, she cried and moaned, it was so wonderful. Nothing had ever been this good before!
Her clit thumping built and built. She imagined a huge cock, six feet tall, coming toward her, commanding her to open her cunt, demanding entrance. But when it tried to fuck her, it stuck with only the very tip, the very small two-inch-thick tip of it inside her cunt and then she passed out. She came back to consciousness and knew she was climaxing.
The thundering jolts of spasms were a million volts at once, slamming against her, rocking her back and forth on the blanket. There was no way her cunt could take that big prick! But it came again, and she realized it wasn't a big prick, it was Tommy's head and it felt like he was trying to drive his whole head inside her cunt!
The climax roared onward, shaking her, bringing her up and down the scale to total rapture, then slacking off a moment before drilling her with the wildest fucking sensation in her life. She squirted cum juice and cream directly into Tommy's mouth. He gasped and pulled away from her and Melinda gave one last series of shattering convulsions and fell back, letting go of both boys, panting, lying there on her back staring up at the stars wondering how long it had been since she'd been sexed up and fucked and eaten this way under the stars.
She looked over at Arni. He lay under Audrie now, she on her hands and knees, and he chewing on one hanging breast after another one. Soon he sighed and pushed her down on the grass and put his head on her breasts for a nap.
"Hey, everyone fucked out?" Melinda whispered.
Audrie looked up and nodded.
"Come on over here, let's have a talk. The other four gathered on the blanket, the boys self-consciously, Audrie sitting with her legs crossed in front of her, her cunt hanging out for anyone to see.
"Now, the way I see it, group, this is the last meeting of our train-the-boys club. Absolutely the last meeting. Are we all agreed on that?"
"What meeting?" Dan asked.
Tommy hit him. "She just means we don't get to fuck and suck around with Mrs. Blackman any more, ever."
Audrie looked over the naked crew. "We just did it to give you guys a taste of sex, your first time. Now I don't want you guys bothering your sister. And Arni, you touch that girl's pretty titties, and I'll knock you halfway across the room and kick you right in the balls. Do we understand each other?"
Melinda looked around. Everyone was nodding. She stood and everyone else did, too. "Anybody with a swim suit on can swim again if you want to," Melinda said. Tommy grinned and reached toward her big tits.
Melinda slapped him so hard the others turned to look.
"Tommy Bukowski, you try to touch my breasts again, and I'll break your arm."
"Atta girl, girl," Audrie said. "By this time I hope you guys understand what we're talking about. It's finished, through, over. Tommy and Dan, you get your swim suits on this instant, then go home and finish cleaning up the garage like you promised you would this morning."
As they left, Audrie winked, and Melinda winked back.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Before the others got home, Melinda had a long talk with Arni. She emphasized the point that he was supposed to stay away from Shirley. Then she got to the point she had been thinking about.
"Arni, who is the easiest girl around here. You know what I mean, what girl do the guys say they have made or that they had their hands all over her, or one that fucks?"
Arni laughed. This would take some getting used to, his mother talking like the guys in the locker room. But he thought back. There was one girl the guys said you could fuck if you bought her a Coke. But she moved away. Who else. Then he thought of Janet. Janet Barney. He'd been in class with her for English, sat right behind her. Some of the guys said she was hot. She didn't fuck, but she did everything else.
"Janet Barney," I guess. "She's supposed to be hot stuff."
"Is she home this summer?"
He nodded.
"Then ask her over to swim tomorrow, she probably doesn't have a pool. And she might be grateful for a good swim."
"You mean...."
"When you walk her home, you might find someplace you could neck a little...." His eyes lighted up. "Hey, yeah."
The next afternoon Melinda watched from her second story window as the kids played in the pool. Shirley wasn't there. Just Tommy and Arni, and the girl he had talked about who he introduced to her as Janet.
She wasn't too tall and her figure was a little on the plump side, but her swim suit top was filled nicely. She was an excellent swimmer. She raced with each boy and won both times. Then Arni caught her in the deep end and dunked her, going down, too. Through the bubbles Melinda could see Ami's hands all over her breasts.
They came up a minute later and the girl seemed to be talking to him. They each hung on the deep end of the pool with one hand, and she saw Ami's hand under her loose swim suit top. He was laughing. Then she stared down through the water and saw Ami's legs spread and her hand rubbing his crotch. Melinda grinned, it might just work out after all. She closed the blinds slowly, so they wouldn't notice, then sat in a chair and watched.
Arni signaled Tommy to cut out, and he did a few minutes later. Arni moved with the girl to the shallow end where they sat on a step and Arni had his arm around her. His other hand wedged inside of her swim suit top. They were turned half away from the house, but Melinda saw the girl's hand rubbing hard on Ami's crotch. They played that way for a while, then moved to their towels on the grass. They petted a while, and kissed several times. Arni was trying to untie her top but she wouldn't let him.
Then they moved their towels toward the fence and put their backs to the house. Once there the girl looked all around and saw only windows tightly closed against the afternoon sun.
She grinned. When she looked back at Ami she nodded and he untied the strings that held her top on. He got it off and stroked her breasts, and then Melinda tore herself away from the window. Janet wasn't stupid, she seemed like a pretty smart cookie. She would let him look and pet her tits for a while, probably for two or three weeks, before she would let him even try to go any farther. That probably would be when Janet would jack him off. After a few weeks on that level, she might reward him with a suck-off. If that wouldn't satisfy Arni, she would tell him to go fuck a cow someplace.
Arni was up against his match this time. Now if Arni could find somebody equally as sexed up for Tommy. She was sure he could. After all, girls liked sex just as much as boys did-it only took them a little longer to realize it.
That night she had a wonderful dinner for her family. And that night they turned into bed early. Grant seemed restless.
She rolled over against him after she pulled her nightie up, so her bare tits would push against his back. She reached around him and ran her hand down his belly to his forest of cock hair and his big, limp prick.
"What's the matter, old horse cock?"
He turned over in place and kissed her fast and hard.
"Hell, I thought you were getting enough of me. Last night you seemed cold, like you wouldn't fuck if I paid you for it."
"Tonight it's just fifty bucks. Business before pleasure."
He kissed her. "That's twenty-five." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth, halfway down her throat. "And that's a forty-buck kiss. Where the hell's my change?"
She caught his cock, hard already, and pumped it twice, then once more. "At five bucks a stroke, we're even."
Grant kicked off the covers.
"Look, you little fox, I don't care if you do have the biggest tits on the block, I'm gonna fuck you till you yell for help. Now get the hell out of bed and go lock the bedroom door, then use some of that sexy perfume on your snatch and leave the bathroom light on. I want to see what I'm fucking and really enjoy it."
Melinda grinned. "Wow, you haven't sounded that romantic since our wedding night up on the mountain. Sixteen times, do you remember that. Sixteen climaxes!"
"Well, that was that night and the next morning. Slept in late as I remember."
"And we can sleep in late tomorrow, this is Friday."
"Goddamn, you're right. Want to go for a new record, seventeen?"
She kissed him and jumped off the bed. Pulled her nightie off and threw it at him. "Darling, if you came seventeen times in a twenty-four hour period, I'd have to scrape your cock off the mattress. How about three? It's been a shitty long time since we've even made three."
She ran to the door, eased it closed and turned the handle, locking it, then in the bathroom took her most expensive spray perfume and shot her twat and her ass-hole. When she came out, she shook everything she owned that would shake, and her breasts bounced like a runaway milk wagon.
"When you're ready, let me know," Grant said, his cock ramming a hole in the sky over the bed. He sat up laughing. "You sure you want to fuck?"
"Oh, I don't care." She gave him the shrugged shoulder bit. "We can fuck, or we can screw or you can bugger me, or I'll suck, or have normal marital relations, or just whatever the hell you want to call it."
They both laughed and fell on the bed. He grabbed her and rolled him over on top.
"Hey," she said. "Slow and easy now, remember, and you'll last longer."
'I'll last longer?"
"Darling, you're not twenty-one any more. I can fuck all night and climax thirty-five times if I want to. You, poor man thing, are restricted by your male physiology to about three good climaxes this evening."
"I hate a shitty broad."
They both laughed and rolled almost off the bed. Then her whole mood changed. She kissed him so gently he almost missed the contact.
"Sweetly, darling. Make it sweet," she said.
Grant knew exactly what she wanted, and he liked it that way, too. It built up his desire until he almost burst before he could get his hard cock into her.
His hands flowed around her face and neck, caressing her, petting her beautiful head. Slowly his lips came into play, kissing her forehead, working slowly down her cheeks, kissing her closed eyes, stroking her hair like you would a pet puppy. It took him almost five minutes before he moved to her mouth. There a faint brush kiss, then a little harder, more petting of her neck, and hair, another kiss, soft, gentle.
It was a ritual with them, the first time he ever seduced her it took him two hours, and on special days they went over it again. He never missed a stroke, a kiss, a position. She sighed and moved slightly, her hand now firmly grasping his turgid penis.
"Darling, that's so good, so beautiful," she said. He kissed her again, this time harder, with more desire, more passion. She opened her eyes, loving it all, wishing it would last all night. His mouth trailed fire down her slender neck, to her chest, where he petted her white skin again, and a minute later moved down to the upper swell of her right breast.
Melinda moaned softly, remembering that first night in the garden swing behind her parent's home. It had been heavenly then, and it was even better now. She knew what to expect.
His mouth kissed a path of molten lava up her breast to the very peak, and there he paused, kissing, licking, then chewing with deliberate slowness on her breast. When he felt the nipple stiffen, engorged with hot blood, he moved to the other skle using five minutes for the same maneuver with the same results.
Melinda purred under his experienced hands and mouth. The kids had been fun, but they were no match for Grant when it came to really knowing how to get a girl warmed up. She sensed her breasts burning up now, hot blood pouring through her veins. His hands worked lower.
She held his throbbing cock. How she wanted to bend down and lick it, to suck it into her mouth. How she needed to!
He rubbed both breasts at once then, and kissed her lips gently, before he pulled away. "Melinda, you have the most beautiful set of tits in the whole world, do you know that?"
She purred more and felt him kissing lower. His hands shaped her body like a clay sculptor, detailing every rib, every hollow, the swell of her hips. One hand paused at her mons and she held her breath. Maybe he would forget. No, he turned her half over and began spanking her ass. He hit her gently at first, then faster and harder, faster, harder until it was a wild stinging slap. All at once he quit and kissed her tingling buttocks. He rolled her on over now and gently massaged her rectum, then slowly, gradually worked his finger into her and pumped in and out, an ass-hole finger-fuck.
It triggered something she hadn't felt in months, a wild, crazy urge to urinate on someone, on Grant!
She beat it down and let Grant go on with his ritual. He turned her back and spread her legs, then began at each ankle and worked up on her legs, higher and higher on each one.
Melinda felt poised between heaven and earth. Her body kept saying, "fuck me now, fuck me now," but her mind said to wait, the desire would build more and more until she was chanting, begging him to cum inside her. She squeezed his cock and began stroking him back and forth. He stopped her with a glance.
Higher and higher his magic fingers came up her tender, sleek inner thighs. Melinda willed him to hurry. She squeezed his pulsating cock to make him hurry. Her thighs shivered under his tantalizing stroke, and each moment it came closer and closer to her crotch.
When he reached the promised land, his hand worked around and around her hole, brushing the soft dark hair, lifting over her winking, almost purple-lipped cunt oozing cream. She sighed. He'd never get there. Then he kissed her and his hand stroked her pussylips like they were petals on a flower. The tingling turned into a super-heated desire and her hips began to move, to rotate gently, then hump forward. He sighed and massaged her labia again moving higher until he came to the small round node hanging in its muscles.
Twang.
Melinda cried out involuntarily. Twang again, and she yelped, then reached for his lips.
Once more he rubbed her clit and sent the million volts of electricity jolting through her nervous system.
"Oh, darling Grant, fuck me. FUCK ME NOW! I'M SO HOT I COULD RUN DOWN THE STREET AND FUCK THE FIRST MAN I FOUND IN HIS FRONT YARD DOG-FASHION."
Grant grinned and started to slide into her, then he stopped. "I'll fuck you dizzy, just as soon as you tell me what's been bothering you this past week. You've been jumpy, and secretive and wild.
If I didn't know you better I'd think you were having an affair. What's happening?"
"Please fuck me now, Grant!"
"Just pretty soon. Give me some answers."
"Well, maybe we're in a rut." She was thinking fast. She'd read a newspaper story about swap-fuckers. She blundered on. "You know the same old cock and cunt all the time. Not that I want to even think about splitting, hell no."
"You want license to have an affair now and then, is that it, Big Tits?"
She grinned. He knew she never could be mad when he called her that. She shook her head. "Not exactly. But you have a fling now and then, I know, I can tell. I was thinking...."
He twanged her clit again, and she moaned. "Go ahead and say it, we're friends."
"Have you ever thought of swap fucking with another couple?"
He looked at her for a moment in surprise, then laughed and poked his finger deep inside her cunt.
"Sure, I've thought about it, but I was sure you would be mad as hell if I even suggested it."
"I'm not saying I want to, but maybe it's something we could kind of talk about."
"You have anybody in mind?"
"Well, we do play pinochle every week...."
"The Bukowski's?"
"Just an idea. Audrie isn't the wilted little flower she sometimes tries to be. In fact we talk pretty sexy sometimes when you guys aren't around."
Grant rubbed his jaw. "And old Marty would love to get his hands on your tits, I've seen him stare at your goodies when you wear that one blouse that shows some cleavage."
"So we can think about it, but not doing anything right away."
"Getting cold feet?"
"Yes. Now, darling will you please throw that big cock of yours halfway up my belly so I can taste it?"
"Oh, yeah, right. We still moving for a three-banger?"
She grinned, the juices surging again. "Right on, Big Cock. Shove it to me."
Melinda thrilled again as his heavy prick with its arrow pointed head touched her tender lips, then brushed them aside and drove inside her souped up and super-heated cunt tunnel. She knew it would be the best fuck ever. And they were set for three in a row!
She thought back over it then. So Grant had known that something was going on. And she had been acting strange. But now with the idea, just the hint of swapping with some other partners in mind, she knew she would not be worried about the Bukowski boys, or any boys. That had been a passing imagine, a fling. It was over. Now she could move on ahead in her continuing experience and sophistication of her sex life.
"Oh, darling, that's marvelous," she said, feeling his huge cock thunder deep inside her pulsing, quivering, humping cunt. "Maybe we should try for four times?"
