LLP-416 Bookstore For Boys
by Frederick Laughton


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 leer 
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 Stephan 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 lore 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 divorce 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 
elf 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 
Stephan 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 divorce 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 Stephan, 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 divorce 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 Stephan 
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 Piglet 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 
flee 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 divorce 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 divorce'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 divorce'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-eagled 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-eagled 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 Stephan. 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 Stephan's second book. The filming 
would begin in a week and Stephan, as special consultant to the 
director, would be here in town. And Stephan 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-eagled 
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-
eagled 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 Stephan 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 divorce'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 
Stephan. 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 Stephan 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 Stephan 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." Stephan 
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 Stephan 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. l 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 Stephan 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 
Stephan 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," Stephan 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 Stephan 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 Stephan'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 she couldn't even 
have screamed. And her back ached painfully as her naked ass-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 Stephan. 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!" Stephan 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, Stephan, noooo!" she wailed as she felt his finger press harder 
and suddenly slip with a pop up into the crinkled little orifice.

Stephan 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, Stephan 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," 
Stephan 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 
Stephan 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, Stephan. 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 Stephan 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, Stephan 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 Stephan 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 Stephan'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, Stephan. 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, Stephan 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 Stephan'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, Stephan, 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 
Stephan 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 Stephan 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, Stephan," 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
