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