The Mouth
by Erika Norman


FOREWORD 

The story of The Mouth encompasses a number of psychological and sexual 
oddities: the problem of repression, a case of incest, the bad effects of 
puritanical sex education and, above all, sexual relations between young 
boys and much older women. The average person may or may not approve the 
activities described in this book, but since it is the duty of everyone to 
be informed before making a judgment, Miss Norman presents the facts of the 
case and leaves the reader to his own decision. 

The protagonist of the book, Harriet Harvey, is the victim of a bad 
childhood sexual experience; the book tells how this experience leads her 
into bizarre expressions of her needs, and how she eventually finds her way 
to normality. Harriet has many sexual hang-ups, as will become apparent to 
the reader, but the problem which threatens her with the most danger is her 
compulsive desire for oral sex with very young boys. The danger lies not in 
the relationships themselves-Harriet and her young partners are quite happy 
together, but in what society thinks. 

The case is put very well in a recent issue of Sexual Behavior (April, 1972) 
magazine: "Any man in the United States who loves a woman one to twenty-five 
years older then himself, is said to be involved with an 'older woman.' The 
relationship between such an age-pair is typically viewed as doomed, or 
'sick.' " The same issue tells of how the older woman-younger man 
relationship is nearly always portrayed with disapproval in fiction and 
films, and reviews the real life story of Gabrielle Russier, a 
thirty-two-year-old French schoolteacher who was recently hounded into 
suicide by society and the law for her affair with a seventeen-year-old boy. 
It all leads one to wonder why there is such an outraged and sometimes 
sadistic reaction to love between an older woman and a younger man. 

Dr. Robert Seidenberg (author of the above quotation) offers the explanation 
that we have lived for centuries in a patriarchal society, that is, one in 
which men run things, and in which they allow themselves younger sexual 
partners but deny the same opportunity to women. In other words, we are 
simply not used to such relationships, it just isn't done by "nice" people, 
and the automatic human reaction to anything new or unusual is to reject it. 
We are all conservatives at heart, even if we struggle to overcome it. 
Things foreign to our cultural tradition, such as love between a middle-aged 
woman and a teenage boy, arouse our distrust and disapproval, if only at a 
subconscious level. 

What other reason can there be, besides social conservatism, for condemning 
love between older women and younger men? Why is such love considered so 
terrible, when no one blinks at dating or marriage between a young woman and 
a man old enough to be her father? It would be nice if such absurd 
prejudices were abandoned, but unfortunately society doesn't change its 
rules overnight simply because the rules are proved wrong. People like 
Harriet Harvey will continue to suffer guilt and social persecution for 
doing what seems right and natural to them, for committing "crimes without 
victims." The Mouth is one example, then, of how unorthodox sexual behavior 
is severely handicapped in our seemingly modern but covertly Victorian 
society. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

The sour-faced librarian had her hair pulled back sharply in a bun, and her 
steely blue eyes narrowed as she guarded the reading room, ready to catch 
noisy patrons. No one would have guessed in a million years what was going 
through her mind. Harriet Harvey never changed her cold, watchful 
expression, but inside she felt ready to die of horniness, and she was 
deeply ashamed. 

Why did that lewd memory keep coming back to her? It only filled her with 
disgust-her mind, that is. Her body was another matter. Miss Harvey 
struggled not to blush with humiliation as hot juices seeped steadily out of 
her needy vagina and her thin, small breasts grew stiff with arousal. Why 
did she have to remember? 

It came back to her vividly, that night five years ago, the last time she'd 
had a man. Miss Harvey hadn't had many men in her forty-five years, and this 
encounter was like the others, bestial, furtive, and repulsive. She was 
walking home from the library, a foolish thing to do late at night in a big 
city, but her car wouldn't start and she didn't want to spend money on a 
taxi. She was hurrying down a dark residential street when a car pulled up 
beside her and a big man, badly in need of a shave and a bath, leaned out 
and leered at her. 

"Want a ride, baby?" he called. 

"No, thank you!" Miss Harvey snapped. She knew quite well what that sort of 
man was interested in! She walked away fast, but the car continued to move 
along beside her. She became very annoyed. She turned, eyed the driver, and 
spoke in a sharp, anxious voice. 

"Leave me alone! Stop following me, or I'll call the police!" 

The man laughed and sped away. Miss Harvey breathed a sigh of relief and 
began walking again. Her route took her past a dark alley, and it was there 
that the man was waiting. He grabbed her from behind and clapped a big 
callused hand over her mouth before she could make a sound. 

"Listen, you old prune," he whispered hoarsely, "you make any noise or try 
to fight, and I'll carve you up!" The slight pressure of a knife against her 
back told Miss Harvey that he meant business. "I'm so horny, I'll even take 
you!" 

Miss Harvey made a quick decision: though his very touch filled her with 
loathing, she would rather submit to his depraved lust than lose her life. 
It only made sense. But she was stiff and cold with fear as the big man 
pulled her into a nearby clump of bushes. He dropped her onto the ground and 
waved the silvery knife, towering over her. 

"You get the idea, lady?" he growled. 

Miss Harvey nodded, quivering with fright. The big man grunted, then reached 
for his belt buckle. She watched in horror as he let down his pants and 
shorts, easing them gingerly over an enormous, stiff, white penis. After one 
shocked glance at his immense looming rod and the bloated, shaggy balls 
wagging beneath it, she shuddered and closed her eyes. Men are such beasts, 
such vile beasts! 

She gave a little cry as he began to pull down her underclothing, and he 
growled, "No noise, I told you!" After that she was quiet. She felt her 
girdle and stockings and panties brutally ripped away, then his rough, hot 
hands seizing her buttocks and lifting her pelvis up off the damp ground. 
She clenched her teeth and waited, hearing nothing but his heavy, excited 
breathing, and then suddenly she groaned deep in her throat as she felt his 
savagely hard cock stabbing blindly between her legs, seeking entrance into 
her body. She struggled against nausea, against the urge to scream. 

Then Miss Harvey gave another choked moan as the big man's fat, spearing 
prick found its goal, tearing up her constricted cunt like a burning needle, 
stretching and ripping past all resistance to ram the mouth of her womb. She 
felt his coarse-haired balls bouncing obscenely against her inner thighs. 

"Jesus, you're dry!" he muttered angrily. "Why don't you relax and enjoy it, 
lady? It'd be better for both of us." 

Harriet Harvey felt an insane urge to laugh. Enjoy it? Enjoy this lewd, 
animal rutting? Enjoy the filthy pleasures of sex? It was all she could do 
to keep from vomiting. She sighed hopelessly and turned her face as far away 
from him as she could. 

"Okay, lady," he snarled, "have it your way! I hope it makes you happy!" 

He gripped her ass even harder and began to saw away with his painfully 
stiff, thick cock, doing it very fast, as if he, too, were anxious to get 
the whole thing over with. Harriet Harvey blanked her mind, managed to shut 
out the worst of the pain, though she could not help but be aware of her 
situation-sprawled on the ground like a harlot, her legs open to a brutal, 
filthy-minded stranger who grunted and snorted with pleasure as he fucked 
her. Perhaps it would have been better, after all, to die than to endure 
this humiliation, a woman's ultimate humiliation. 

What Miss Harvey's dry, unwilling vagina could not provide, the man's 
aroused, eager cock did, lubricating juices that eased and greased his 
powerful rape of her tight cunt. There was no pain now, she realized, only 
the steady stuffing and unstuffing of her narrow vagina and the insistent, 
teasing tugging of her labia and clitoris. She felt an odd sensation, a kind 
of mischievous tickle, between her legs, and without her consent her vagina 
began to squirt out its cream, making the man's passage even slicker and 
more pleasurable. She found herself beginning to move her hips slightly, in 
time with his thick thrusts, to get more friction against her pulpy, 
stiffening vulva. Her body began to relax, surrender. 

"That's right, lady!" the big man chuckled. "Give in to it, dig it! It's 
good, isn't it?" 

Harriet Harvey gasped and stiffened. His words made her realize the trick 
her body was playing on her, the way she was beginning to enjoy his crude, 
vile probing in her belly. My God, she thought, what's the matter with me? 
How could I even dream of finding pleasure in a thing like this? 

She snarled at him, turned her face away again, and went cold and still as a 
corpse beneath him. 

"You poor old spinster," he whispered icily, "you poor, dried up old maid! 
You've forgotten how to live-if you ever knew!" 

He said no more after that. He only began to ball her faster, harder, and 
more determinedly than ever, as if he were disgusted with the whole scene 
and wanted to end it as quickly as possible. In a few seconds he groaned 
deeply and flooded her cunt with hot sticky cum. She felt it exploding deep 
in her cunt, jet after jet, till it overflowed her narrow, resisting tunnel 
and squished out to pool beneath her thighs. The man rotated and jerked his 
hips a few more times in his final spasms, then abruptly pulled his cummy 
cock out of her, dressed, and fled. She heard his car start up, then move 
slowly away, somewhere back in the alley. 

Miss Harvey lay on the damp ground, not even bothering to pull down her 
skirt over her naked loins, and cried quietly. She didn't cry because of the 
humiliating rape or the painful burning of her torn vagina. She cried 
because of what she felt, still felt, in the swollen, tingling tissues 
between her legs. It was lust, unmistakable and insistent sexual desire, 
that left her twitching and hungry for release.... 

Now, five years later, the memory of that night still had the power to 
inflame her body with desire, even though her mind fought against it. As she 
stood behind the check out counter of the library, Harriet Harvey felt the 
crotch of her panties grow wet and hot, and she was filled with anger and 
shame for her helplessness. Her parents had been right: sex was a curse on 
the human race! 

Abruptly Miss Harvey's attention was distracted from her problem. She 
stiffened with alertness as she saw two young boys enter the reading room, 
one blonde and one dark. Although the boys came in quietly enough, walking 
slowly and respectfully toward the card catalog, years of experience told 
Miss Harvey that they somehow had mischief on their minds. Miss Harvey was 
very skilled at detecting and preventing things like that. She pretended to 
shuffle through some cards at the counter, her sour face bent to her work, 
but all the while her cautious blue eyes were following the boys with 
suspicion. 

The two boys didn't notice the librarian's scrutiny. They reached the card 
catalog, and the dark one pulled out one of the small drawers and began 
going through the cards carefully. He stopped at one of them, studied it, 
then whispered something to his friend. He shut the drawer, and the two boys 
scurried off into the stacks of books. 

Miss Harvey was right behind them, slipping silently between the tall 
shelves of books on her crepe-soled shoes, undetected by the boys. She was 
fairly certain that she knew where they were going, and she was right. In a 
distant corner of the stacks was the section where all the books on sex and 
anatomy were kept, and she saw the two boys turn in there. In a moment she 
heard furtive but excited whispering. 

Miss Harvey sighed. She was well aware of the policy of Mr. Grimsby, head of 
the city library, that the patrons were not to be disturbed in their use of 
the books so long as they were quiet and damaged nothing. But Miss Harvey 
had policies of her own. She did not approve of young children being exposed 
to books about sex, even scientific books, and she felt it was her duty to 
keep them away from such books, no matter what Mr. Grimsby said. It was 
never a pleasant task, but she felt it was the right thing to do. The two 
boys would have to be stopped. 

Miss Harvey slipped soundlessly behind the next shelf of books, only a few 
feet away from the boys, and peeked through a space in the stacks. Yes, 
she'd been absolutely right! The boys had found the sex section and were 
pawing through the books eagerly, as if they'd discovered a gold mine. They 
glanced through some of the books but seemed to be hunting for one in 
particular. 

The dark-haired boy seized a large, heavy book bound in black leather. "Here 
it is!" he whispered excitedly to his friend. "Jimmy said page three 
hundred, didn't he?" 

"Yeah," gulped the blonde boy. He watched tensely as his friend fumbled 
through the big book, and at last the pages fell open to a full page, 
brightly colored, life-size drawing of the adult penis. 

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed the dark boy. 

"Oh, man!" breathed his friend. "Will you look at the size of that! Jimmy 
was right!" 

They stared bug-eyed at the drawing for long, silent minutes, as if 
simultaneously impressed and saddened by what they saw. At last the dark boy 
sat down on the concrete floor, laying the book in front of him with its 
bright illustration, and the blonde sat down, too. 

"So," the blonde said timidly, "how much do you figure we have to grow?" 

"To get like that? Man, it'd take years! I mean, look!" The dark boy glanced 
around quickly to see if anyone was near-failing to see Miss Harvey's sharp, 
angry eyes peering between the neighboring books-and then nervously unzipped 
his fly and drew out his small, limp, white prick. He glanced from his own 
organ to the huge phallus of the anatomy book illustration. "You see what I 
mean?" he asked gloomily. His small, soft penis indeed seemed dwarfed by the 
one in the picture. 

The blonde quickly unzipped his fly, too, and took out his prick for 
comparison. The result was the same. His boyish cock was no bigger than his 
friend's, puny and insignificant next to the adult monster of the colored 
diagram. "Jeeze," he muttered, "imagine having a tool like that! It'd stick 
out a mile!" He sighed and absent-mindedly stroked his little cock. "Say!" 
he exclaimed suddenly. "I bet ours wouldn't be so small, next to that one, 
if we got 'em stiff! Let's try it!" 

His friend smiled doubtfully but replied, "Aw, it won't make any difference, 
but we might as well find out." 

The two boys pumped away industriously at their small pricks, white fists 
flying, as they sat before the book. Behind the adjoining shelf, Miss 
Harriet Harvey turned completely scarlet with outrage and dug her sharp 
nails into her palms. Of all the nerve! Playing with themselves right in the 
city library! She'd soon put a stop to that! Miss Harvey took one silent 
step, intending to come around the end of the shelf and catch the boys in 
the act, but something stopped her dead in her tracks and made her stare 
again through her peephole between the books. 

When she'd first seen the two boys open the book to that grotesque picture, 
then take out their own organs for comparison, Miss Harvey's reactions had 
been quite normal-for her. She'd experienced shock, disgust, and anger. 
There seemed to be no place, no person, safe from the evil influence of sex! 
But though she was only a one-woman crusade against a world full of filth, 
she was still determined to carry out her duty, to surprise and lecture the 
boys on their nastiness. But now, suddenly, she felt different. She felt 
hypnotized, mysteriously drawn, by the sight of their naked young pricks. 
She stood there and watched, breathing very slowly. 

Miss Harvey could not recall ever having seen a small boy's penis before, 
and certainly never so lewdly displayed. Yet she was surprised to find 
nothing distasteful about it. In contrast to the adult male organ-brutish, 
ugly, livid, and fringed with coarse hair-the cocks of the two young boys 
were almost babyishly nude and pretty, pink and innocent, harmless instead 
of menacing. Their pricks were about equal in size, perhaps three inches 
long, and thin but healthy in their gradual stiffening. The skin was pure 
white, very smooth in appearance, delicately veined with tiny blue lines. 
Neither boy was circumcised, and at the tip of their pricks Miss Harvey saw 
only a little point of wrinkled white skin, not the sticky, purplish bulb of 
the adult which had so much repelled her in the past. The two boys continued 
to pump their cocks with their fists, and at last the little organs achieved 
the semblance of an erection, sticking straight out and wagging slightly. 

Miss Harvey licked her lips. Her eyes weren't cold any longer, they were a 
little feverish, and they were fixed unblinkingly on the two hard little 
cocks only a few feet away. She felt a powerful desire to touch them, to 
slide her fingers gently along the narrow little shafts, and test their 
hardness and simultaneous softness. She had never touched a penis before, 
not in her memory, but she sensed already how it would feel, how pleasant it 
would be to fondle those pure, boyish rods. Her whole body flushed warmly, 
and her cunt suddenly shot out a burning flood of juices that soaked the 
crotch of her panties and trickled down her legs. 

The wet, burning sensation alerted her to what was happening. Again she had 
been caught, deceived by her body into sensations of sexual lust! She was 
furious with herself, above all with her treacherous female parts which 
refused to obey her moral principles. She drew herself up stiffly and 
prepared to march on the offending boys, when suddenly the dark one spoke. 

"Makes you feel funny, doesn't it?" he asked his friend. "I mean, rubbing it 
stiff like that." 

"Yeah," the blonde answered. "I saw some older guys doing it once, a whole 
bunch of 'em, sitting in somebody's back yard, and after a while they all 
shot some white stuff out of their cocks. They called it 'jerking off.' " 

"Weird," said the dark boy. "That never happened to me." 

"Me, either. But it doesn't seem to have done us much good, anyhow. Look." 

He bent down and held his stiff little prick next to the illustration. The 
penis pictured there was still about twice as long and thick as his. The 
dark boy tried it, too, with the same disappointing result. They both 
sighed. 

"I don't think I'll ever grow a cock that big," the blonde said sadly, "not 
even if I live to be fifty." 

"You and me both," sighed his friend. 

Miss Harvey still watched, her body twitching in a fierce contest of 
emotions. Part of her was filled with moral outrage and urged her to advance 
upon the boys and end their lascivious game. But another part of her was 
held, even yet, by the sight of their immature but handsome pricks, still 
stiff and wagging in the air with innocent grace. Get a hold of yourself, 
she thought desperately. For God's sake, control yourself! 

She forced herself to tear her glance away from the exposed pricks of the 
two boys. Then she threw back her thin shoulders, set her prim face into a 
grim mask of disapproval, and marched swiftly around the end of the book 
shelf, into the aisle where the boys were sitting. They heard her coming, 
slammed the book shut, and frantically began stuffing their small cocks back 
into their pants. But she was too fast for them. They were still guiltily 
clutching their pricks and fumbling with their zippers when Miss Harvey 
rounded the corner glaring at them, her bony hands balled into fists of 
rage. 

"I saw you!" she hissed, her narrow face contorted now with outrage. "I saw 
you looking in that filthy book and playing with yourselves! For shame, for 
shame!" 

"Oh, golly, ma'am," the dark boy stuttered, finding his voice at last. 
"We're sorry! Well never do it again! Please don't tell on us!" 

The boys seemed ready to cry with fear, and Miss Harvey felt a stab of pity 
for them, although her face remained set in cold fury. After all, it was 
hard for people to resist the lures of the Devil, hard even for adults, let 
alone mere children. 

"'very well," she snapped, "I'll let you go this time. But if I ever see you 
doing such a terrible, nasty thing again, there'll be a full report!" 

"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" blurted the dark-haired boy. He and his friend 
finished zipping up, quickly and clumsily, then scurried away as if they 
were being chased by tigers. Harriet Harvey sighed deeply and stooped down 
to pick up the heavy anatomy book they'd left lying on the floor. As she 
returned it to its proper place on the shelf, she glanced at the titles of 
the adjoining books and compressed her thin lips with disgust. Sex, sex, 
sex! A whole shelf of books devoted to nothing else! She'd told Mr. Grimsby 
her opinion long ago, that such books had no place in a public library, but 
he was one of those liberal types and had only smiled at her. 

Harriet Harvey turned away from the books and stood for a moment to recover 
her poise before returning to her place at the check out counter. She closed 
her eyes, and instantly the evil vision sprang before her, a vision of two 
little white pricks wagging merrily, stiffly, in time to the motion of 
small, pumping hands. Even while rejecting the vision, she saw the small 
hands replaced by her own long, bony fingers, saw herself exploring and 
caressing the silky pale shafts, feeling the warm throb of living flesh 
beneath her eager touch. It might be almost like petting a small, 
mischievous animal, a creature gentle and inviting to the hands. She 
wondered what lay beneath the small, wrinkled foreskin, and she imagined 
herself easing it back to explore its secrets.... 

Swaying with the lascivious vision of herself petting and playing with 
boyish cocks, Harriet Harvey felt her flat breasts puff up suddenly with 
arousal, their nipples tingling erect, and she gasped softly as her cunt 
gave a long, slow contraction and leaked another flood of vaginal juices to 
burn and tickle down her legs. Her knees felt rubbery, and she had to clutch 
the bookshelf to keep from losing her balance. She felt ready to weep with 
shame at her own unbearable horniness, the way she'd been aroused to 
heart-pounding lust at the mere sight of the two boys' little cocks. 

But she knew this feeling all too well. It hadn't happened to her very often 
in her forty-five years, but when it did, it always overpowered her, leaving 
her no choice but to give in, get it over with. The feeling was an 
irresistible need for sexual release. 

Almost sobbing aloud with frustration and shame, feeling like the helpless 
slave of her immoral body, Harriet Harvey went quickly but silently to the 
ladies' room, locked herself in a booth, and leaned against the wall. She 
listened: thank God, there was no one else in the room! With cold, trembling 
fingers, she raised her skirt and slip, thrust her hand down inside her 
panties, and touched the small, sparse patch of her pussy fur. Sinking back 
against the wall with a resigned sigh, she spread her thin legs slightly, 
then explored with the tip of one finger until she found the slick, puffed 
lips, concealed by her little bush, that covered her clitoris. She pushed 
her finger a little farther between the fleshy folds, then groaned aloud as 
she nudged the fat, trembling bud. One touch was enough to make her shiver 
all over with sensual pleasure, to make her steadily contracting cunt gush 
out another river of cream, wetting and warming her probing hand. 

She held her breath and gently palpitated her plump clit with her fingertip, 
and the joyful shock of sensation was so great that she instantly expelled 
her breath again in an uninhibited groan. She began circling the juicy 
little bump very rapidly, more and more roughly, and as she did so, she 
started to pant hoarsely, and her thin lips curled back over her teeth in a 
snarl of sensual delight. Her cunt continued to pour its seemingly 
inexhaustible juices, and the pulpy red folds of her labia swelled and 
throbbed with arousal. Her whole thin, sallow body slowly suffused with the 
scarlet flush of sexual excitement, and in a matter of moments, thanks to 
the busy working of her finger on the sensitive nub of her clit, Harriet 
Harvey was oblivious to the outside world, knowing nothing but her swift, 
jolting ascension toward orgasm. 

Bright colored lights swirled before her tightly closed eyes as she 
continued her frantic self-stimulation, then gave way to visions of her 
sexual past, experiences which, though they repelled her at the time, now 
had the power to excite her with their very filthiness, their aura of the 
forbidden. She lived again the loss of her virginity to the bearish, groping 
college student who had promised to marry her, remembered the shattering 
pain, his premature climax, the way he'd avoided her afterward. She saw her 
second man, the one she'd unaccountably given herself to at the age of 
thirty, a foreign-looking little man with a mustache who'd given her a ride 
and then taken her in the back seat of his car, a quick, lewd fucking; she 
heard him laughing again, afterward, at her naive questions about when they 
would meet again, whether he loved her. And her only other man, the rapist 
of five years ago, appeared again, panting and hulking over her in the 
darkness. All of it had been vile, dirty, unsatisfying! All that so-called 
"normal" sex had been tame and ugly compared to what she was feeling now, 
her skillful finger circling and nudging her fat, swollen clit to send jolts 
of pleasure through her body, flashes of sensation so strong that she nearly 
fainted. Can anything ever be as good as this? 

As if in answer to her silent question, she saw again the two young boys 
sitting on the library floor and innocently pumping away at their cocks. She 
saw the white, flapping little organs slowly grow stiff and jaunty, felt 
again the wild urge to touch and fondle those sweet small pricks. Yes, that 
might be better, that might be what she needed, but how would she ever know? 
A wild vision came to her: she saw the two boys approaching her, stiff 
little cocks poking naughtily from their jeans, boyish cocks for her to play 
with, fondle, suck, and take into her eager, starved body. Dizzily, swiftly, 
she remembered the dimensions of those immature pricks. Each was about the 
size of her own middle finger. What would it be like? Miss Harvey made a 
gurgling sound deep in her throat, then hastily pulled down her soaked 
panties, spread her thin legs wider, her breath coming fast and raggedly. 

Then she thrust her thin middle finger into the narrow, little-used mouth of 
her cunt. The effect was blinding, breath-taking. She grunted like a rutting 
animal, began jabbing her finger rapidly in and out of her flooded but tight 
vagina, imagining that she was holding one of those naughty little boys, 
that he was fucking her, fucking her ... The very thought was enough. She 
shrieked, pumped her thin hips furiously to grind her raging cunt along the 
probing shaft of her finger, the make-believe little boy cock, and she came 
in a dazzling flash of light, in a series of groaning, gasping convulsions 
that shook her whole body. 

"Uh, Uh, UHHHH!" grunted the thin librarian, not caring now who heard or saw 
her unspeakably lewd performance. But there was no one there to watch as 
Miss Harriet Harvey, sweating and twitching, fingered herself abandonedly 
through the very last wave of orgasm, then slowly withdrew her dripping 
finger from her gasping cunt and sank to the floor with a sigh of 
satisfaction. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Hours had passed, Miss Harvey had returned to her post at the check out desk 
slightly flushed but otherwise the same sour-faced spinster as before, and 
she had managed to get through the rest of the day, though inwardly she 
seethed with guilt and shame for her obscene secret performance in the 
ladies' room. Now it was evening and she was home, stepping from the shower. 

She forced herself to look at her naked body in the full length mirror on 
the bathroom door. For a middle-aged woman, she had fairly firm, healthy 
skin, but that was about all she could detect in her favor. She had the 
traditional build of the old maid, a thin, flat body, almost devoid of 
feminine curves. Her legs and arms were spare, her hips boyish, and her 
breasts were very small and flat, though not sagging. Her face completed the 
picture of the dried-up spinster: a small, thin mouth, a straight, narrow 
nose, and longish blue eyes that might have been pretty once, long ago, but 
had been molded by years of puritanical crusading into slits of malice and 
distrust. Her brown hair, streaked with silver, was pulled back into a 
severe, tight bun. 

Miss Harvey had never been dissatisfied with her appearance before, because 
it seemed to reflect her true self, a woman who did not believe in using her 
body to attract men or provoke sexual thoughts. Although she had given 
herself three times to men during her adult life, she had experienced no 
pleasure from it, and she did not understand how other women enjoyed the 
animalistic and vulgar rituals of sex. She felt nothing but repugnance for 
adult males. Why, then, had she been so powerfully aroused today by those 
two little boys? Did her skinny, prudish body really reflect the woman 
inside, after all? 

Miss Harvey felt utterly confused about the whole experience. She didn't 
understand why she had been overpowered by lust at the sight of young 
pricks, why she had been driven to masturbate to relieve her nagging desire. 
She only knew it had happened, and that she was deeply ashamed of herself. 

Now she resolved to bury the memory and carry on as before. Everyone was 
tempted and dragged down into sin at some time in their lives, and she was 
no exception. She would simply have to live with it. She stalked stiffly 
from the bathroom, into her prim, neat bedroom, and took her bathrobe from 
the closet. Just then she heard the front door open and close, and a male 
voice called. "Harriet, I'm home!" 

"Hello, Bruce!" she answered. "I'm in the bedroom!" 

Harriet was glad to hear her brother's voice. He would take her mind off the 
disturbing events of the day. She smiled, seeing him vividly before he even 
entered the room; after all, they'd lived together for more than twenty 
years now. She knew he was not handsome, but she thought of him fondly, 
nevertheless: Fifty, a life-long bachelor who taught math in high school, a 
thin, sallow, prim-looking man who greatly resembled Harriet herself, except 
that he was getting a small paunch and his brown hair was thin and receding. 
Bruce Harvey was his sister's closest friend, indeed, almost her only 
friend. 

She heard him walking down the hall, and she quickly slipped into her 
bathrobe-she'd almost forgotten she was naked. She was just tying the belt 
of her robe when Bruce leaned in the doorway and smiled at her. 

"Hello, little sister. How did it go today?" 

Harriet blushed slightly, remembering how it had gone, but managed to reply 
calmly, "Oh, the usual things-I caught a man smoking his pipe in the stacks, 
chased two kids out of the sex collection." 

Bruce laughed. "Good old Harriet, the last bastion of decency! Well, keep up 
the good work. I'm going to change before dinner." He looked at her fondly, 
rather tenderly, before he disappeared, and something in his look made 
Harriet stop still and nearly gasp aloud. She was getting a sudden, vivid 
memory, a recollection of the distant past that made her heart pound with 
shock. She would never know just how Bruce's look had triggered that memory, 
but there it was: she clearly saw herself at the age of seven licking her 
brother's penis. 

Harriet's brain reeled, and she had to go sit on the bed and catch her 
breath. Every nerve of her body said No!, rejecting the memory she'd just 
had, and yet she knew without any doubt that it was true. That quick vision 
of the past triggered others in turn, and it all came flooding back after a 
burial of nearly forty years. Yes, it was true, it had just been too awful 
to think about until, somehow, today it had all come back to her. She was 
seven and Bruce was twelve and though she still couldn't remember how it all 
started, she knew that they had gotten into the habit of playing with each 
other's genitals, innocently and very happily, until the terrible day when 
they were caught in the act by their parents. 

Harriet shuddered as she recalled that time. Her parents hadn't married 
until they were in their thirties, and so they were older and more 
old-fashioned than the other kids' parents. Both Mr. and Mrs. Harvey had 
been stern, silent, cold people, members of an obscure religious sect which 
preached that the body was utterly vile and corrupt, and that bodily 
pleasure was therefore wrong. Much later, when Harriet was a young woman, 
her mother confessed to her that she had slept with her husband only for two 
short periods during their marriage, in order to beget children, and that 
sex for any other purpose was wrong and disgusting. 

But when Harriet and Bruce were still children, their parents told them 
absolutely nothing about sex except falsehoods, and very few of those. They 
were told that babies were "sent by God," from which they developed the 
notion that infants arrived in brown paper packages via the postman. They 
were told that kissing and fondling and touching between people was evil. 
That was all. Except for obscure, inaccurate, and sniggering bits of 
information from other children, Harriet and Bruce had no idea of how 
reproduction happened and did not even know what their own genitals were 
for. But one day, somehow, they found that all those secret parts could be 
put to very pleasant use. 

Now Harriet flushed warmly as she remembered that brief sexual paradise she 
had enjoyed with her brother. A certain day came back to her, a warm blue 
day in summer, when she and Bruce had hiked into the woods behind their 
parents' farm. They came to a little lake and lay down on the warm grass of 
the shore. For a while they only lay on their backs and looked at the bright 
sky, making pictures out of the few drifting clouds. Then Bruce began 
trailing his fingers over his little sister's soft cheeks, delighting in the 
silky texture of her young skin. Harriet enjoyed his touch, and presently 
she began to kiss him affectionately on the nose and cheeks and mouth". This 
seemed to excite Bruce. He began to breathe rather fast and fondle, other 
parts of her body through her clothing. At last he said, "Let's take off our 
clothes, Harriet, and see-how girls are different from boys." 

"All right!" chirped Harriet. The idea seemed perfectly good and natural to 
her, and she was very curious to know how her brother's body differed from 
her own. She was vaguely aware that the two sexes were somehow not alike, 
but she wasn't exactly sure how. 

The two children quickly removed their clothing and stood looking at each 
other with no self-consciousness at all, no modesty or embarrassment, only 
with delighted and wondering discovery. Except for their genitals and the 
length of their hair, they were not, in fact, much different, both 
possessing the same slim, healthy, flat kind of body. Bruce was perhaps a 
little broader, proportionally, in the shoulders and a little slimmer in the 
hips, that was all. But it was not their similarities that fascinated the 
brother and sister, it was their remarkable differences. 

Bruce gazed at his sister and saw that she had no penis or testicles, but, 
instead, a funny-looking, plump little mound divided down the middle, rather 
like an apricot. It looked soft and pouting, like it would be fun to play 
with and explore. He wondered very much how she managed to urinate and what 
else was between her legs. 

Harriet studied her brother with amazement and admiration. He had all kinds 
of strange things that she didn't have! She was fascinated by the long, limp 
finger of white flesh that hung from his lower belly, ending in a pointed, 
wrinkled tip, and wondered what it was for. Equally fascinating were the 
small, rosy, plumply wrinkled pair of ball-like organs behind the 
finger-thing, and equally mysterious in their function. She wanted to touch 
all those strange parts and find out how they felt, what they did. 

In silent, mutual agreement, the young brother and sister walked toward each 
other until they were close enough to touch. Bruce eagerly felt his sister's 
plump hairless mons and found it incredibly soft and warm. He stroked it 
wonderingly and saw Harriet's eyes go soft and sensual, as if she deeply 
enjoyed what he was doing. Harriet timidly touched her brother's limp cock 
and almost giggled at the way it nuzzled teasingly in her small hand. It was 
warm, too, very soft and pleasant to touch. She let it flop, reached for his 
balls with both curious hands, and tested their weight and texture. They 
were limp, too, but hotter, and seemed to have some firm inner core. As she 
palpitated and tested his balls, Bruce drew in his breath sharply, felt a 
strange new tingling between his legs, a sensation sweeter and more exciting 
than he had ever known. 

"Harriet," he breathed eagerly, "Let's lie down in the grass. Then we can 
touch each other better." 

"Okay, Bruce," she said. The little girl was thinking what fun it all was, 
and how much more fun they were going to have. 

The two children lay down beside each other in the carpet of thick grass, 
and for a while they experimented with positions, trying to find a way in 
which they could explore and touch each other easily. 

Nothing seemed to work very well, and finally Bruce said, "I'll look at you 
first, Harriet, and then you can look at me. Get on your back and spread 
your legs." 

The little girl obeyed without question, stretching out on her back in the 
soothing warmth of the grass and spreading her legs widely for her brother's 
inspection. Bruce hurriedly knelt between her out-flung legs, dying to know 
all her secrets. He looked and could hardly believe his eyes. Standing up, 
her parts had looked so simple and uncomplicated, but now he saw that 
between her legs there was a veritable maze of pink flesh, little ridges and 
valleys and holes far more complex than his own equipment. What in the world 
was it all for? 

First he touched again the pouted lips of her mons, spread them, and saw a 
pretty, red, glistening bump of naked flesh, a strange little organ whose 
function he could not guess at. He touched it wonderingly with the tip of 
his finger, and his sister squeaked, then sighed. 

"What is it, Harriet?" he asked quickly. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No!" she said, rather amazed. "It felt good! It just surprised me, that's 
all. But you can touch it if you want. I like it." 

Bruce rubbed the small red bump with his finger, and Harriet groaned 
slightly and felt the urge to arch her back and rub her clit against his 
pressure. It was so pleasant, what he was doing with his finger! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"What's this thing for, Harriet?" Bruce asked. 

"I don't know," she answered breathlessly. "I didn't even know I had it!" 

They both laughed, and then Bruce moved his exploring finger carefully 
downward between her legs, parting the light pink lips of her vulva and 
peeking inside. He saw concentric circles of red, bright flesh, and in the 
center of this strange formation, a very tiny dark hole. He rubbed it gently 
with his fingertip. Harriet squeaked again and giggled. 

"Do you know what this one's for?" he asked, smiling down at her flushed 
face. 

"Yes," she tittered, "that's my pee-pee hole, and when you touch it like 
that, I feel like I have to go right now!" 

"Oh, do it, Harriet!" Bruce exclaimed eagerly. "I want to see how you do it! 
I don't understand how girls do it." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You just go, that's all. How do boys do it?" 

"With this. With their peters." He stood up and grasped his cock to show 
her. "I don't see how you can do it without a peter. Will you show me, 
please? Just a little?" 

"Oh, all right!" she answered teasingly. She got up, marched a few feet away 
from where they had been lying, and squatted. "Come on," she called to her 
brother, "here I go." 

Bruce hurried over to the squatting girl, sat beside her, and watched a 
small stream of urine come from between her legs. He still didn't believe 
it, and he was glad he wasn't a girl. She couldn't point it or anything. All 
she had was that little hole, poor kid! 

"Okay," said Harriet, standing up again. "Show me how boys do it." 

Bruce obliged as best he could. He didn't really have to pee very much, but 
he wanted her to know what she was missing. He stood up, thrust his hips 
forward manfully, took his cock in one hand, and managed a few spurts. He 
wished he had a long, steady stream to show her-this was not very 
impressive. 

Nevertheless, Harriet seemed very much awed and admiring. "Golly!" she 
exclaimed. "I wish I had one of those! That's really neat!" 

Bruce felt sorry for her and hoped she didn't feel too badly about it. He 
put his arm around her and led her back to their grassy nest. "Come on," he 
said soothingly, "Let's do some more looking. I'll finish with you, and then 
you can look at me." 

Harriet obediently lay down and spread her legs again, and Bruce resumed his 
fascinated exploration. After the pee hole came some pink folds of flesh 
with nothing underneath them, and then a steep little indentation at her 
very center that bottomed in a slit-like opening. Bruce gently eased open 
the tiny flaps and saw a dark hole. 

He worked his finger into it, but when he had gotten it in only about a 
quarter of an inch, Harriet jerked beneath him and cried out, "Don't, Bruce, 
that hurts!" 

Bruce took his finger out quickly. "Golly, I'm sorry! I didn't know it would 
hurt you! What's that hole, anyway?" 

"I don't know," laughed Harriet suddenly. "I didn't know I had that, either! 
It's kind of hard to see yourself down there." 

Bruce laughed too, but felt puzzled. How could she have all those things and 
not even be aware of them? He shrugged and moved his hand downward. There 
was a flat, soft space, then, farthest down between her legs, a small 
puckered opening, very much like one he had. He rubbed it with his 
fingertip, liking the nubby texture. Then he spread his sister's legs wider 
so he could get a look at the thing. It was a small pink shallow valley in 
the crease of her buttocks, looking very new and pure. 

"I bet you know what this is for." He laughed, rubbing the puckered anal 
mouth again. 

"Yes." Harriet giggled. "But now it's my turn to look at you, Bruce! Lie 
down and spread your legs!" 

Bruce laughed again and obeyed. He felt a strange sort of excitement as his 
sister knelt between his legs and bent to scrutinize his genitals. He felt 
her warm, soft breath on his belly and prick and balls, and a tingling 
sensation rippled through his body. He knew somehow that it was going to be 
thoroughly pleasant to have her touch and explore him. 

Harriet just looked for a while, completely amazed at how much she hadn't 
known about boys. She knew that they acted tougher, played harder, and used 
more naughty words than girls did, and that they grew up to be fathers and 
to make money and take care of mothers and children. But she'd had no idea 
that a special, wonderful set of equipment went with the job. 

Spreading Bruce's legs a little wider, Harriet saw that the back half of him 
was just like hers, first the flat space, then the pink, puckered anus. All 
the difference lay in front. His parts were very large and simple compared 
to her own, yet they seemed as odd and mysterious to her as a creature from 
another planet. She didn't know which fascinated her more, the funny long 
white thing or the two plump red balls, but she decided to start with what 
was closest. 

Bruce felt his sister's soft, soothing, warm hand close over his limp cock, 
and it felt very good. He sighed, closed his eyes, and gave himself up to 
her delightful exploration. He felt her pump the little organ tentatively, 
gingerly, and then she began to finger it, discovering its incredible 
softness, the tickling way it throbbed in her hand. She circled the firm 
base with her fingertip, noted the way the little organ was rooted to his 
lower belly, jutting out like a boneless appendage. Of course the funny 
thing made more sense now that she knew it was used to pee with, but she 
wondered why she didn't have one, too. Could it be used for something else 
as well? Bruce hadn't seemed to think so. 

She slowly moved her exploring hand up the flaccid shaft of his prick, 
wondering at the way the skin slipped and slid, as if it were loosely 
covering some hard inner core. She reached the pale wrinkled foreskin and 
began to tease it back and forth with her fingers. It seemed to cover 
something solid and bulbous. Bruce sighed and stiffened a little beneath her 
but didn't open his eyes. 

"Oh!" Harriet exclaimed. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No," he said softly, "it feels good. Just don't do it too hard, okay?" 

"Okay. I just wondered if there's anything underneath this wrinkled part." 

"Pull it back and find out," Bruce answered, opening his eyes briefly and 
grinning at her. "Just go easy, that's all." 

He lay back again and closed his eyes, eager for her to continue. He'd 
absently played with his cock now and then, and enjoyed it, but it wasn't 
half as nice as his sister's gentle, slow, soft touch. The tingling 
sensation went through him again as she began to ease back the foreskin of 
his cock, and he felt the faint summer breeze teasing the steadily exposed, 
sensitive flesh of his glans. She moved the prepuce back ever so slowly, 
until at last the whole hidden tip of his cock was exposed. 

Harriet held the retracted foreskin gently between two fingers and gazed in 
wonder at what she had found. She thought she'd never seen anything so 
bright and pretty as the glistening purplish-red nut before her with its 
shallow cleft and tiny dark hole. It reminded her a little of a wet, red 
cherry, except for its perfectly round opening. Hesitantly she applied a 
fingertip to it, but drew back quickly as Bruce flinched and gasped. 

"No," he muttered, "that's okay, Harriet, you can touch it! It felt so good, 
it just surprised me, that's all. But be gentle." 

Harriet licked her lips in concentration, wanting very much to finger his 
gleaming red cockhead again but feared to hurt him. With a feathery touch, 
she laid her finger on the sticky flesh, pressed gently, and heard her 
brother sigh. 

"That's nice, Harriet," he whispered. "You could circle it very slowly, that 
would feel good." 

The small girl obeyed, liking the slick, slippery feeling, and Bruce smiled 
blissfully as radiating pleasure spread from his sensitive glans, down the 
trembling shaft of his cock, and up through his loins, feeling a little like 
butterflies in the stomach but much nicer. The girl's finger circled a few 
more times, then stopped. 

Harriet gazed fixedly at the enticing glans of her brother's penis, suddenly 
possessed with an odd desire. She didn't know why, but she found herself 
wanting to put her tongue to it, to taste and lick it. Well, it was a funny 
thing to want to do, but she could see no harm in it. She bent down close to 
the little red glans, stuck out her small, pointed tongue, and licked 
mischievously all around in a circle over the slick flesh. 

When she did that, a remarkable thing happened, something that startled and 
amazed both Bruce and Harriet. First Bruce gasped with the astounding 
pleasure of having his cockhead licked, felt a buzz of pleasure ripple 
through his prick, and then suddenly the whole organ twitched, jerked, and 
got rock-hard and stiff! He couldn't understand how it had happened. It was 
that way every morning, when he had to urinate badly, and a few times it had 
stiffened up a little when he played with it, but it had never been like 
this, so fat and engorged that it almost ached. He felt a strange new urge 
to jerk his hips and rub his cock against something. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, raising himself on his elbows to look at it. The small 
white organ was standing straight up and trembling slightly, and faint blue 
veins appeared beneath the milky skin. 

"Golly," squeaked Harriet, "it grew! How could it grow so fast? What did I 
do to it?" 

"I don't know," Bruce answered, dumbfounded. 

"It never acted like this before! And my balls' feel funny, too!" 

Harriet had never heard the word "balls" used in that particular way before, 
but she readily understood what her brother meant. She looked down and saw 
that the twin round appendages had stiffened and plumped and now appeared 
larger than before. 

"Yes," she said wonderingly, "they got bigger, too, like they filled up with 
something." 

She cupped his balls in her warm hands and squeezed them very gently, and 
her brother sighed. "Oh, that's nice, Harriet! Squeeze them a little more, 
but not hard." 

She obeyed, massaging the fat little globes tenderly, noting how they 
resembled a walnut shell in their tight wrinkled surface, but not in their 
naked pink softness, not in the radiating heat of their living flesh. 
Impulsively she threw herself down on her belly, nosed between Bruce's 
out-flung legs, and began to lick his hairless, sweet-tasting testicles like 
a kitten lapping milk. Bruce groaned happily, and she felt his balls grow 
even fatter and tighter as she flicked and lashed them with her hot, slick 
tongue. 

Bruce didn't understand the crazy, wild sensations that were wracking his 
young body as his sister licked and tongued his swelling balls, but he 
didn't care. All he wanted to do was enjoy it. But his cock cried for 
attention, too, even more than his tingling balls. He didn't understand it 
at all, but somehow his newly hardened prick wanted to nose into something 
soft and clinging, to bury itself there. 

"Harriet," he gasped, "Lick my peter again, please!" 

Harriet was delighted to do anything her older brother wanted, because she 
loved him and liked to please him. Instantly she got on her knees again, 
seized his stiff-standing little cock between her warm palms, and flicked 
out her saucy red tongue to lick the tip as she had done before. The prepuce 
had worked its way back a little now, but part of the juicy red head was 
still uncovered, and Harriet applied her stiff tongue tip there. She licked 
stiffly and rapidly all around the head of her brother's cock, and the boy 
groaned gratefully and smiled up at her, his eyes wide and blue and hot like 
her own. After meeting his glance, she looked down again at her work and 
found herself fascinated by the tiny dark hole at the very tip of his penis. 
She worked the tip of her tongue into the small opening, and it tasted 
mildly salty. She liked the taste and began probing the little hole with her 
tongue tip to get more of his juices. 

"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Bruce. He'd never felt anything like this in his young 
life, the way all his attention and feeling was concentrated on one small 
part of his body, his extremely sensitive, acutely aroused cock. He obeyed 
the instinctive urge to arch his back and jerk his hips, feeding his eager 
cock to his little sister, poking and thrusting it at her as she happily 
licked up all his essence. It was great, unbelievably good, the way it all 
felt, and yet he knew somehow that there were even greater sensations to be 
had, if he could only figure out how. Then something occurred to him, a wild 
but delicious idea. 

"Harriet," he gasped, "take my peter in your mouth and suck on it!" 

That sounded amusing to Harriet, so she opened her small mouth, took Bruce's 
fiery stripped-back cockhead between her soft lips, and slowly sucked it 
inside like a noodle. It tickled the roof of her mouth, and she gave a 
smothered giggle, but continued her sweet suction until the whole stiff 
little rod was inside, hotly squeezed between her tongue and palate. She was 
very careful not to use her teeth, for she knew now that Bruce's strange 
organ, which he called his "peter," was very tender. She lashed and bathed 
his hard shaft with her tongue and found more of the salty taste she had 
enjoyed before. That was enough to make up for the tickling, and she began 
to obey her brother's wishes, sucking his fat little cock slowly in and out 
of her mouth. It made a juicy, squishy sound that caused Harriet to give 
another stifled giggle. But it was fun, too. She liked the sucking, getting 
from it the same forgotten pleasure she'd had long ago as an infant at the 
bottle, and she liked the pleasant taste of his young male fluids. Above 
all, she like making her brother so happy. 

Bruce wallowed ecstatically in the grass as his sister slowly and teasingly 
sucked his excited young cock. He moaned softly, steadily, and pulled up 
little tufts of grass in his excitement. He was moving his hips steadily 
now, too, feeding his happy prick in and out of Harriet's wonderfully warm, 
soft, spongy mouth. He had been right: now that she was sucking his cock, he 
was getting even wilder sensations than before, and he felt himself rising 
slowly toward unimagined heights of sensual gratification. But he wanted 
more friction, faster motions. He began to buck his hips as fast as he 
could, stabbing his small stiff cock rather roughly and deeply into his 
sister's sucking mouth. The little girl looked startled and somewhat 
frightened for a moment. But when she saw how much Bruce was enjoying it, 
she forgot her fear and began to suck his dick faster, with more pressure. 
She watched excitedly, proud of her work, as Bruce clenched his teeth and 
clawed at the grass in a frenzy of pleasure. His small but determined prick 
was making fierce thrusts deep into her throat now, as if he were driving 
his way to some compelling goal. 

Bruce felt himself flying, rising higher and higher, his body quite 
weightless, all his being concentrated in his plunging cock as it rammed 
deeper and deeper into the firm, slick hole of Harriet's throat. There was a 
kind of expectant buzz in his exposing, probing glans, and then quite 
suddenly he felt his balls constrict, stiffen, and then blissfully discharge 
their hot contents. A jolting ripple shot the length of his shaft, a sweetly 
burning wetness began in the hole of his glans, and he found himself 
squirting sticky fluid out of his cock and into the depths of his sister's 
throat. He didn't know what was happening, but it felt so good that he' 
cried aloud with pleasure. His hips kept bucking of their own accord as he 
continued to pump his first cum into the little girl's mouth, and only with 
the last feeble spurt did he sigh and fall back motionless on the grass. 

Harriet was amazed and startled when the thing happened. At first she was 
quite angry, thinking that Bruce was playing a joke on her and peeing into 
her mouth. But she quickly realized that it was something else, something 
very thick and creamy, pleasantly smooth, with that salty taste she liked so 
much. It was nice of Bruce to do that! He gave her a lot of it, a little too 
fast, so that she had to swallow very fast to enjoy it all. She felt 
disappointed when his peter suddenly slipped from her mouth, all flabby and 
small again, with no more delicious juices to give. Greedily she bent down 
to it and licked it clean, while her brother sighed and trembled beneath 
her. 

"Wow," Bruce sighed after a long time had passed. "I don't know what 
happened, but it sure was great! Will you do that again for me sometime, 
Harriet?" 

"Sure," she answered, kissing him affectionately on the cheek. It had been a 
lot of fun, sucking his peter like that, and she felt very proud to have 
pleased him so much. 

After, that, Bruce and Harriet went into the woods a lot and played with 
each other. When it was cold or rainy, they went into the attic or the 
garage, where Bruce had smuggled in an old mattress and blanket, and 
explored each other there. They weren't sure why, but they sensed that their 
parents would not approve of what they were doing. Their wonderful new game 
did not seem the kind of thing Mother and Father would like. It was too 
happy and fun, for one thing, and it involved touching and kissing and being 
naked, all of which was considered wrong by Mr. and Mrs. Harvey. But for the 
most part, Harriet and Bruce didn't think much about what their parents 
would say. They had too many other things to think about, nice things. 

One rainy afternoon in late fall the brother and sister climbed up into 
their hiding place in the attic of the garage to have some fun. Bruce had 
recently discovered something that pleased and excited Harriet very much. He 
would use his tongue, stiff and pointed, to probe and tickle the funny 
little bump of flesh that lived between the lips of her mons. She still had 
no idea what it was for, but she enjoyed more than anything having it licked 
and sucked, and she would squeal and sigh with pleasure as Bruce played with 
her that way. His favorite thing was still the game they'd discovered on 
their first day, having Harriet suck his cock until he shot his salty cream 
into her mouth. But there were many other things they liked to do, too. Both 
were very fond of having their anuses played with. First Bruce would wiggle 
one small finger into Harriet's ass-hole and work it in and out teasingly 
until the pleasure was too much for her to bear. And then she would do the 
same thing for him. 

Now, when they had climbed up into the attic and listened for a while to be 
sure that nobody else was around, Bruce said excitedly to Harriet, "I saw 
something really wild today, something we could try, maybe. There was this 
male and female dog over on the Watson's lawn and the female seemed to have 
one of those middle holes, just like you do, and the male had a peter, just 
like mine only bigger. Anyhow, he stuck his peter in her middle hole and 
jerked it in and out, just like I do mine when you suck it. I'll show you 
how he did it." 

The children eagerly undressed, anxious to try what the dogs had done. Bruce 
meticulously arranged them in the same posture, with Harriet on her hands 
and knees and himself kneeling behind her-he first tried standing like the 
male dog had done, but it didn't work very well. Then he pumped his cock 
swiftly with his fist. He'd become pretty expert lately at getting it hard 
that way. When his white organ was fat and ready, he spread Harriet's pretty 
pink labia and searched out the mysterious middle hole with its tiny, 
slitted lips. He found it and placed the tip of his stiff little cock 
against it. Already he sensed that it was going to be much nicer, tighter 
and hotter, than putting it in her mouth. 

"Okay," he announced excitedly, "here goes, just like the dogs did it!" 

Harriet waited eagerly to feel his peter in her strange middle hole. But 
when he tried to poke it in, it hurt very badly. She cried out and jerked 
her little ass downward, preventing further penetration. 

"Oh, Bruce!" she exclaimed unhappily. "That really hurt awful! I don't think 
people are supposed to do it like dogs!" 

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Harriet!" replied the disappointed Bruce. "Maybe you're 
right. Or maybe I was wrong about how the dogs did it. I know! I bet he put 
his peter in her ass-hole! That would feel okay." 

"Oh, yes!" cried Harriet. "That must be what he did! Try it, Bruce." 

The boy seized his hard little rod again and aimed it at the pretty pink 
pucker of his little sister's anus. It didn't seem to go in very easily, so 
he spit on his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock to make it slick. Then 
he tried again. The hard little tool popped right in this time, and Bruce 
felt a wonderful clinging sensation all around his shaft. This was good, 
really good! He began to pump his hips, working his prick slowly but 
steadily up her tight, moist ass-hole, shuddering with the pleasure of it, 
the way the firm but silky surfaced passage rubbed and stimulated the whole 
length and tip of his cock. 

"Ummm!" squealed Harriet. "That really feels good!" 

"Yeah!" exclaimed Bruce. "For me, too!" 

Bruce went on blissfully pumping away, ass-fucking his happy little sister, 
and feeling himself quickly building up to an explosive cum, when suddenly 
the trap door of the attic slammed open and up popped the scowling, outraged 
face of their father! He stared at them, his eyes nearly popping out of his 
head, and Bruce and Harriet were frozen by fear in the act of incestuous 
copulation. 

"Dear God!" muttered Mr. Harvey. "Oh, dear God!" After a moment his eyes 
narrowed into slits of anger, and he growled at Bruce, "Is your penis inside 
her, you devil?" 

"Yes, sir," croaked Bruce, not daring to lie. 

"Where?" snarled the old man. "Tell me, girl!" 

"In my ass-hole!" squeaked Harriet, then added, "Sir!" 

"God help us!" bellowed Mr. Harvey. 

They heard the rapid clicking of high heels, and then Mrs. Harvey's voice: 
"Henry! Whatever is the matter?" 

"Come up here, Mary," Mr. Harvey said heavily. "Come up and see the spawn of 
Satan whom we have called our children!" 

Mrs. Harvey's gray head appeared in the trap door. She looked at her son and 
daughter, gawked, then gave a piercing scream. "Oh, Lord! Condemned to 
Hell!" 

"Yes," agreed her husband, "but there will be plenty of punishment for them 
before that!" 

Harriet sobbed as she felt her brother's beloved penis slip out of her body 
for the last time.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The middle-aged Harriet Harvey felt her heart pounding sharply as she 
drifted out of that long-ago memory, a lovely dream that had turned abruptly 
into a nightmare. She recalled now how her father had beaten her and Bruce 
until they were nearly dead with pain and fright, how Bruce had gotten the 
worst of it because he was a boy and older, so that he couldn't go to school 
for a week, he was so sore all over. The beatings were repeated daily for 
four days, followed by Mr. Harvey's gloom-filled readings from the Bible on 
the evils of lust and fornication. Harriet and Bruce were forbidden to speak 
to each other for a month and were ordered never to touch each other again, 
not even to hold hands while crossing the street. They were taken to their 
parent's strange little church every evening and made to pray God for 
forgiveness until they were so weary that they fainted. The whole ordeal was 
too much for the children, and both fell seriously ill with nervous 
exhaustion. At the end of that time, when they were finally well again, both 
had repressed the memory of what they had done. Harriet had not remembered a 
thing about it, neither the sex play nor the punishment, until this day 
nearly forty years later. 

Now she lay back on her bed and sighed. She was appalled and saddened to 
remember her parents' brutal overreaction to the innocent play of her 
brother and herself, and she realized now that all her own frigid and 
puritanical views about men and sex stemmed from that frightful punishment. 
Her whole life had been warped and wasted because of her parents' twisted 
ideas. And perhaps it was too late for her to change. 

She realized something else, too. It was obvious to her now why she had been 
so powerfully aroused by the sight of the two little boys in the library 
playing with their cocks-it had subconsciously reminded her of her 
delightful childhood play with her brother, the beautiful, innocent days 
before they had been punished. Grown men did not arouse her-indeed, they 
repelled her-because she had no memory of sexual paradise with them. They 
only aroused in her the fearful warnings of her parents, that sex was evil 
and men were evil. But sex with little boys was different, it did not 
disgust or frighten her at all. It only made her think of her brother, the 
sweet play they'd had, and how much she'd loved him then. 

"Harriet!" It was Bruce's voice, cheerful but curious, coming from the 
living room. "Are you asleep? It's time to start dinner!" 

Harriet blushed deeply. "Oh, sorry, Bruce! I was daydreaming! I'll be right 
there!" 

Harriet was absent-minded and distant all that evening, scarcely speaking to 
her brother, and she did not sleep well that night. She felt some relief at 
her better understanding of herself, now that her childhood memories had 
come back, but she felt nothing but anxiety about the future. So she was 
attracted to little boys? A lot of help it was to know that! What good would 
it do her? She could hardly start to seduce them just to appease her own 
sexual needs! She wondered if she ought to see a psychiatrist, then rejected 
the idea as being too embarrassing and too expensive. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next day at the library she went about her work rather listlessly and 
absent-mindedly. Her long debate with herself had resulted in a logical, yet 
unsatisfactory, solution: since she desired only young boys, and could not 
possibly have them, then she must simply forget about sex. This she grimly 
tried to do. 

Her afternoon's work was to take newly returned books back to their places 
on the shelves. In the course of this work she came to the sex section of 
the stacks, and there her anger and disgust were aroused once again. This 
section was like no other in the library, for it was impossible to keep it 
neat and tidy. Every day furtive male patrons snuck to that section, pawed 
clumsily and hungrily through the books-looking for some sort of lewd 
excitement, no doubt-and would flee at the approach of footsteps, leaving 
the books dog-eared and in complete disorder. Today Harriet found the 
section in its usual disorder. Already dirty-minded people had been there, 
leaving books out of place, on the floor, some of them open to disgusting 
pictures of the human genitals or of naked bodies. 

With a sigh of irritation Harriet Harvey began to put the books back in 
their proper order. She was almost her old self again, full of righteous 
indignation, her face screwed up into a sour frown. She felt the truth of 
her parents' stern lectures, that the world was largely the domain of the 
Devil, whose disciples and teachings were all around, while a handful of 
decent people struggled to survive with occasional help from a distant God. 
Why, right here in the library, Miss Harvey's own turf, where she had worked 
and tried to preserve decency for twenty years, there was the mark of Satan, 
these filthy books on sex and the foul-minded people who came to read them! 

Harriet was so engrossed in these thoughts that she almost missed the 
warning signs of someone's approach. Almost, but not quite. With her twenty 
years' experience, she could detect movement in the library even when the 
other person took extreme care not to be heard. Now she suddenly stiffened, 
listened: yes, someone was coming nearer, on tiptoe, breathing very softly. 
Harriet was all too familiar with this sort of approach. It could only mean 
someone coming to the sex section and not wanting to be observed. 

Harriet thought quickly: she could stay right there and keep at her work, 
and the person would be frightened off by her presence. Or she could hide 
behind the next row of books, let the person proceed with his obscene 
preoccupations, and then catch him red-handed. She liked the latter idea. It 
was just what she needed today, some little triumph to restore her self 
respect. Quickly she slipped around the end of the adjoining shelf and hid, 
just where she had hidden the day before when she caught the two horny 
little boys with hard-ons. 

Harriet waited, and the soft breathing and muffled footsteps came gradually 
closer. She could tell when the person entered the aisle next to hers, even 
though she couldn't see him yet. She squinted through her peep-hole between 
the books, then caught her breath. It was the blonde boy of yesterday! Of 
all the nerve! Returning to the scene of his crime after promising to be 
good! 

She saw him skim the sex books slowly with his wide blue eyes. She wondered 
if his dark-haired friend would come, too, but no one else appeared. The 
little boy was all alone, apparently bent on unfinished business. Harriet 
noted absently how innocent and pretty he was, with his light hair, blue 
eyes, straight freckled nose, and sturdy little body. No one would ever 
guess the depths of his depravity, she thought sourly. 

The boy ended his slow search and reached into the shelf, taking down the 
same heavy black book that he and his friend had perused yesterday. And he 
turned to the same page that had fascinated them before, the life size 
drawing of the adult penis. He gawked at the brightly colored drawing, 
sighed, and laid the book down on the floor. Then he sat beside it and 
contemplated the picture rather sadly. It was as if he could not believe 
what he'd seen yesterday-a prick so large that he could never hope to equal 
it in size-and had come back to make sure it was true. 

The boy looked and looked, growing more awed and reverent with each glance, 
but still seemed not quite convinced of his inferiority. Looking around 
carefully to make sure he was alone-and, of course, failing to see Miss 
Harvey, who'd had years of practice at this sort of spying-the young boy 
slowly unzipped his fly and took out his small white prick. He let it lie 
gently on the palm of his hand, then looked from it to the drawing, then 
back again. Miss Harvey heard him sigh out loud. 

Still not giving up hope, the boy set his face in a firm expression and 
began to rub and pump his cock. He was damned if he'd be beaten or 
intimidated by a mere picture! His small fist was slightly tanned and had a 
few scratches, evidence of boyish play, and it stood out in brown contrast 
to the milky white of the flapping little organ. In spite of his 
determination, he was having some trouble getting his cock stiff. Lips 
compressed, eyes narrowed in concentration, he pumped it vigorously, but his 
small prick only flipped and flopped gaily, innocently, in his flying hand. 
It looked like a fat, lazy worm that refused to be shaken into wakefulness. 
The boy looked disgusted and sad, but he continued to stimulate his cock, 
becoming more and more oblivious to the world around him. 

Harriet Harvey watched him from her spy hole, her feelings rapidly falling 
into confusion. When she'd first seen him enter the aisle, take down the 
offending book, and then expose himself, her thoughts had been quite clear: 
the boy was repeating his crime of yesterday and must be confronted and 
punished. She would only wait until he had made his penis stiff, so that 
he'd have trouble concealing it when she made her approach-this was one of 
Miss Harvey's favorite and most successful tactics when apprehending adult 
offenders in the sex section. So she waited. But it was taking the boy a 
very long time to attain an erection, and while she waited there was nothing 
for Harriet to do but stare at his cock. And that was her mistake. 

She watched, mesmerized, as the little organ flopped around in the boy's 
hand, studied its pure white skin and blue-veined patterns, and focused on 
the almost comical pointed wrinkle that concealed the immature glans. It 
reminded her irresistibly of her brother's young prick, was, in fact, almost 
its twin, and she found herself remembering the exquisite pleasure she had 
known when she touched and fingered and fondled Bruce's little penis. She 
remembered vividly the first time she had retracted the foreskin, 
discovering the wet red treasure inside, and how she had delighted in 
licking and sucking that cherry-like tip, how good it had tasted.... 

Harriet shuddered slightly as she felt the familiar signs of sexual arousal 
begin to creep over her thin body, her evil half taking over her better 
half. First there was the sudden, sharp stiffening of her clitoris and 
labial folds, their expectant puffing up; then came the slow initial seeping 
of her narrow vagina as it began to manufacture its welcoming juices. Her 
nipples tingled, swelled erect, and her small breasts followed suit, 
engorging and rounding. Her face became flushed and mottled, her breathing 
sharper and more rapid. Before she quite knew it, the Jekyll-Hyde 
transformation was complete. She had been changed from a sour-faced prude 
into a panting, horny woman, all by the brief sight of a small boy's 
wagging, flopping little cock. 

She cursed herself, but the damage was already done. She was possessed by a 
terrible urge to touch and fondle the boy, to play with his innocent, virgin 
cock until her need was satisfied. She watched now, licking her lips, 
feeling the, growing wetness of her crotch, as the boy continued to pump his 
limp organ in vain but valiant attempt to equal the dimensions of the 
illustration. 

Now he sighed and let his disobedient organ fall limp and rosy in his lap. 
It wriggled happily for a moment, then subsided, as if settling down for a 
nap. The boy appeared to have some debate with himself. Then the look of 
determination returned to his face, and he licked his forefinger and touched 
it gently to the wrinkled end of his prick. Bringing his thumb into the 
action, too, he began to ease back the foreskin in short, teasing jerks, 
ever so slowly, and the slightest bit of red, gleaming glans peeked out of 
the wrinkled folds. When just the very tip had been exposed, the boy licked 
his forefinger again and rubbed the sensitive, raw flesh very gently. 

Success! With his tender but teasing stimulation, the little white cock 
jerked, twitched, and suddenly came alive, swelling into a small but proud 
erection. It stuck straight out, defiantly and impudently, pointing straight 
at Miss Harvey in her hiding place. She saw the bit of red glans peering at 
her from its wrinkled sheath, saw the dark little hole staring at her like a 
beckoning, naughty eye, and she almost squeaked aloud as a great rush of 
vaginal juices spurted hotly out of her cunt and down the tender skin of her 
inner thighs. 

The boy smiled proudly down at his stiff, wagging cock. It was a lot bigger 
now, big enough to risk another comparison with the picture in the anatomy 
book. He gave his erect prick an affectionate tweak, studied it, then 
glanced again at the illustration. His face fell. It was just no go! He was 
a hopeless dwarf compared to that big, menacing engine in the book. He gave 
a deep sigh, closed the book, and prepared to rise and put it away. 

Harriet saw that she must act now, or she would lose her victim. She really 
didn't know, in fact, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whether she was advancing Upon him 
for lust or punishment, but she knew she must move. She came very fast 
around the corner of the shelves, her face set now in its prune-like 
contortions of moral outrage, her whole body trembling with emotion. When 
she rounded the corner, the kid was still sitting on the floor, his cock 
entirely exposed and stiff. 

He glanced up at her, goggled, and went paralyzed. She had literally scared 
him stiff with her sudden unexpected attack. He was caught, utterly and 
obviously guilty, and this devastating knowledge left him frozen with dread, 
unable even to cry out. He only continued to stare at Harriet as she 
thundered up to him. Her face was livid with rage, and her whole body shook 
with indignation as she stopped within two feet of the boy and croaked at 
him, "You filthy little animal! How dare you! Cover yourself up at once!" 

The boy opened his mouth, attempted to speak, but remained mute. Still 
gawking at her in terror, he slowly rose to his feet, but that was all he 
could manage. He couldn't even make his hands work to obey her command. He 
just stood there trembling. 

Harriet sighed with disgust. Was the boy stupid as well as depraved? "Make 
yourself decent," she barked hoarsely, "zip yourself up!" 

The boy did not seem to hear her. He was beyond hearing or thinking, totally 
panicked. Harriet sighed again. She would have to do it for him! They must 
talk, of course, and decide upon his punishment, and he must be made to beg 
forgiveness, but the first thing was to cover his exposed penis. She could 
not be seen standing in the stacks talking to a boy whose genitals were 
exposed! 

Setting her mouth grimly, Harriet bent down on one knee and reached for the 
boy's cock. It alone seemed unaffected by the dramatic scene which had just 
taken place. It poked happily, blindly out of his jeans like an amused but 
neutral observer at a pie throwing contest. It had no morality, no 
principles, no rules, but only a stiff jauntiness that seemed to taunt and 
mock the lemon-faced librarian as she glared at it and then touched it. 

Harriet's hand curled around the hard little cock, and she, too, froze. The 
fat, small prick cuddled warmly, cozily, in the palm of her hand, but 
despite its seeming innocence, it gave her the sensation of clutching a joy 
buzzer. She felt electric shocks of wild sensation coursing through her 
body, and she thought dizzily, I'm touching it, actually holding it! Forty 
years vanished, and she was touching Bruce's cock again, full of innocent 
excitement at the exploration and pleasure that were to come. 

She increased the pressure of her hand slightly, and trembled to feel the 
incredible warmth and smoothness of the boy's short shaft. Almost timidly 
she moved her hand a little way up the silky-skinned rod and felt the flesh 
follow loosely, obediently, over its hard core. Yes, it was just like her 
brother's, the way the soft skin slipped and slid over its concealed 
hardness. It was rooted to his lower belly in the same way, a tiny dark blue 
vein creeping up the base. She raised her palm, grasped the shaft instead 
with tender thumb and forefinger, and gave the pretty little prick a gentle 
stroke. It quivered, jerked minutely, then grew stiffer than ever. 

Harriet closed her eyes for a moment, tried to make her breathing more even. 
She felt her insides churning, swirling, with the heady experience of 
touching and fondling the strange boy's little cock, and she was not 
surprized to find her cunt pumping out a steady stream of hot, tickling 
juices that soaked and dripped from the crotch of her panties. She was 
perfectly well aware of what she was doing, and perfectly well aware that it 
was wrong. More than wrong, it was devilish, wicked, and obscene! And at the 
very same time, she knew she was going to go on doing it, could not help 
doing it. 

Opening her eyes again, she fixed them feverishly on the inviting little 
member, took the wrinkled foreskin between thumb and index finger, and 
slowly, tenderly, began working it back over the glans.... 

The boy, meanwhile, felt a strange and unexpected transformation in his 
feelings. When the old bat had first come flying around the corner, looking 
ready to kill him, he'd been in a total panic, unable to move or think. He'd 
known only that this was it, total disgrace and awful punishment. After the 
initial fright, he'd been very much ashamed of himself, not for what he'd 
done, but for being so damned scared that he couldn't even move to zip 
himself up. He'd just stood there like a dummy, and then the mean-looking 
librarian had started to do it for him, as if he was a baby. But as her hand 
closed over his cock, his humiliation was replaced by wonder and surprise. 

He'd expected her to have cold, rough hands, but her palm was hot, moist, 
and soft, and her touch was very gentle, almost soothing. She gave his shaft 
a little squeeze, then rubbed it tenderly between her fingers, and it felt 
good. He began to relax. It was the same pleasant sensation as when his 
mother rubbed his back, only somehow more exciting. He wondered vaguely why 
the woman didn't put his cock away as she had obviously intended to. Maybe 
she knew some special technique for making it soft again, so it would be 
easier to tuck in. He actually didn't care much, right now. He'd just as 
soon she went on rubbing and caressing it like that, it felt so nice. Then 
she took hold of the foreskin, between two fingers, and began tugging it 
back in very small, gentle strokes that felt very pleasant, indeed.... 

Harriet held her breath as she worked patiently to pull back the sweet, 
wrinkled white flesh. She didn't want to hurt or alarm the boy. He seemed to 
be taking it well, however, standing quite still and breathing gently, 
making no noise of protest or fright. Of course, it must feel good to him. 
It had certainly felt good to Bruce. 

She like the suspense of her exquisitely slow revelation of his hidden 
cockhead. Would it look like her brother's? Would it be as pretty and red 
and well formed? She'd worked the flabby-soft skin back now to where she 
could just see the tip of the glans, but she needed to see more. Another 
gentle tug, a little tweak of encouragement, and she had uncovered a 
quarter-inch of reddish flesh. She sighed in happy anticipation, felt her 
old maid's breasts stiffen almost painfully with erotic excitement. Now she 
had the foreskin worked almost all the way back, and with one more deft but 
careful tug, it was retracted. Yes, oh, God, yes, it was the same! It was 
bright and red and unspoiled, a beautiful virgin cockhead, delicately cloven 
and shining with its own innocent lubricating juices! 

With the lightest possible touch, she pressed her forefinger to the sticky, 
firm flesh of the boy's exposed glans, circled it slowly, and the young boy 
gave a soft little moan and trembled slightly. She circled it again, with 
the same tender, teasing pressure, and the boy sighed. She glanced up and 
saw his eyes flutter, then close, his face relaxing into a little smile of 
bliss. She smiled, too. She knew exactly the brand new, sweet sensations he 
was having, because she'd done the same thing for her brother many times, 
long ago. 

She looked down again at the small stiff organ only a few inches from her 
face. It was pretty and comical at the same time, the shaft jutting up 
whitely to end abruptly in a ring of wrinkled skin, then the bright red 
glans popping out in sharp contrast of color and texture. It was like a 
miniature cherry ice cream cone, and Harriet desperately wanted to taste it. 
She wanted to flick out her hot, pointed tongue and nuzzle the tip of that 
firm little nut, just the slightest bit, to discover its flavor and to watch 
the boy's reaction. She was almost certain he would enjoy it immensely, the 
way Bruce had, that he would quiver uncontrollably and sigh with pleasure. 
She felt eager saliva running in her mouth as she thought of licking and 
tasting the boy's small out-thrusting cock, and she swallowed hard as she 
imagined sucking it deep into her mouth, cushioning it with her pulpy, hot 
tongue and slick palate, sucking his hard little dick until the boy spurted 
his delicious juices into her throat. 

But she was not completely oblivious to her surroundings. She imagined how 
it would be if she gave in to her lewd desire, began noisily and happily 
sucking the boy's cock, and someone should discover her! It would be a 
disgrace she could never live down! No, she could not do it, much as she 
yearned to. Instead, she sighed in frustration and tried to content herself 
with the mere touching and fondling of his fat, warm prick. She curled her 
palm around it again, gave it a mischievous pumping, and smiled to herself 
as the boy reacted with a sharp intake of breath and a little sigh of 
pleasure.... 

The little boy had stood absolutely still, in wonder and dawning arousal, as 
the thin, stern-looking librarian worked on his foreskin, wondering what the 
hell she was up to. He still supposed that she was trying to soften his 
cock, preparatory to zipping him up-but if so, she was sure going about it 
the wrong way! Every tiny, teasing tug of her fingers sent a sharp thrill up 
the shaft of his cock and into his balls, which were now plumping up and 
creating an unaccustomed bulge in his pants. She was just getting him 
harder, stiffer and more engorged than he'd ever been before, and maybe he 
ought to tell her that she was defeating her own purpose. But, hell, he 
didn't want her to stop! He wanted her to go on making her silly mistake, to 
do whatever she thought she was doing, because it felt nicer than anything 
he'd ever experienced before. 

As he was thinking this, he felt her hot breath waft suddenly over the very 
sensitive flesh of his glans. He found himself twitching a little and 
sighing out loud as she steadily but gently unsheathed the secret head of 
his cock. Her hard breath alone was enough to send shivers of pleasure up 
his spine, but when she abruptly touched him there, right on the naked, raw, 
pulpy tip of his prick, he moaned. Jeeze, it felt nice, like nothing he'd 
ever dreamed of! Then she began to circle the electrified flesh with her 
finger, very slowly and lewdly, and he felt his balls stiffen again and grow 
even fatter, felt his cock twitching joyfully in her grasp, and he couldn't 
help smiling with the pleasure of it and closing his eyes to shut out 
everything but the wild sensations he was getting from her toying finger. 

It went on for some time, the dizzying, sweet play of her gentle finger on 
the slick flesh of his glans, yet it seemed all too soon before she stopped. 
He risked a peek at her through lowered eyes and saw her squatting before 
him in deep concentration, as if she were having some kind of desperate 
debate with herself. Probably she was wondering what the hell she'd done 
wrong, why his disobedient cock didn't soften and shrivel so she could tuck 
it easily into his pants. He felt like laughing at her: obviously she didn't 
know much about cocks and their habits. 

But, no, it appeared he was wrong. She wasn't angry about anything. She 
looked, instead, hungry, almost famished for something, and the way she was 
staring at the bright red tip of his cock, he could see that she wanted to 
do something else to it. Then his eyes widened as he saw her tongue flick 
out a little, her face flush with eagerness-and just as quickly, she pulled 
her tongue back into her mouth and frowned in frustration. It certainly 
looked as if she wanted to lick his cock and then had decided against it. He 
wondered excitedly what it would have felt like, and could readily imagine 
how nice it would be. How he wished she'd do it! But then she started doing 
something almost as nice, taking his rock-hard shaft in her hot, moist hand 
again and pumping it mischievously, sending little sharp jolts of joy into 
his balls and loins. Jesus, she wasn't trying to get his pecker soft at all, 
just the opposite! But why? 

Well, who cared? He closed his eyes again and let her pump his dick 
steadily, content to dig the good sensations. He thought briefly of the 
older boys he had seen that day not long ago, in a neighbor's back yard, and 
how they had stood around in a circle and pumped their cocks with their 
hands until they shot out long, thick jets of white cream. He wondered if 
his cock would do that if the woman pumped on it long enough. He felt like 
he was building up to something, some kind of ecstatic and wild release, 
that it would happen if she kept doing it to him.... 

Harriet was nearly moaning aloud with frustration. She enjoyed pumping the 
sweet little boy's cock, enjoyed hearing the child sigh and moan his 
pleasure, but it was not enough. She wanted only one thing, wanted it badly 
enough to cry-to take the fat white boyish prick in her mouth and suck it 
till the kid went crazy with joy and squirted her hungry mouth full of his 
good-tasting cum. She knew she wouldn't rest until she had recreated that 
long-ago pleasure with her brother, till she had lived again the erotic game 
that had thrilled them most of all. But it was impossible to consider doing 
such a thing in the open aisle of the city library! She'd die of shame if 
anyone saw her doing a thing like that! 

Harriet thought desperately, then struck upon a wild notion: it was 
outlandish, wicked, but it would work! She would contrive to leave early, 
take the boy home with her, and enjoy him there in complete privacy. It was 
still two hours before Bruce was due home. Yes, it would work! All she had 
to do was persuade the boy. She decided to use the motivation of fear. It 
had worked well in the past. She screwed her face into its familiar sour, 
puritanical expression, dropped the boy's penis, and rose to tower 
menacingly over him. 

"You are wicked!" she hissed. "I can't make your peter soft again, because 
you are having evil thoughts! This is very serious, young man! But I haven't 
decided yet what to do. You will have to come home with me now so we can 
talk about it." 

The frightened boy nodded. He had no choice. She was authority, he was the 
culprit. She told him where her car was parked and ordered him to wait there 
ior her. When he had scurried off with pale face and wide eyes, Miss Harvey 
took a moment to get her breathing back to normal, then marched stiffly 
through the library to the private office of Arthur Grimsby, head librarian. 
She found him sitting with his feet on the desk, a beefy, bespectacled man 
who struck her as the essence of laziness and infantile liberalism. But she 
forced herself to return his smile of greeting. 

"What can I do for you, Miss Harvey?" he asked, not bothering to take his 
big feet off the desk. 

"Mr. Grimsby," Harriet said, flushing slightly, 'I'm afraid I feel ill. I 
would like permission to leave work early. I'm sure it's nothing, and that 
I'll be back to work tomorrow." 

"Why, of course, Miss Harvey!" Grimsby answered. "You've certainly earned 
the right to an afternoon off, after your many years of dedicated service to 
the library!" There was a note of sarcasm in his voice. He and Harriet did 
not agree on anything, especially politics and censorship, and she knew that 
he considered her a conservative freak. But this was not the time to argue. 

"Thank you, Mr. Grimsby," she said quickly, then turned and marched out of 
his office, her heart pounding as she thought of what she was about to do. 

Grimsby cocked an eyebrow at her retreating, thin, stiff figure. Poor old 
maid, he thought, she was all uptight and flushed. Must be the menopause. He 
wished it was senility, that she was of retirement age and could be replaced 
by some younger person whose mind hadn't stopped growing in the Victorian 
era. But he'd probably have to put up with old Harriet for another twenty 
years! Grimsby sighed, adjusted his large body in his swivel chair, and 
resumed reading the copy of Playboy that he'd concealed on his lap. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Harriet Harvey drove slowly through the busy city streets, glancing 
occasionally at the silent, frightened boy beside her. Now that she actually 
had him in the car and on the way to her house, she was shocked at herself 
and considerably sobered. She could hardly believe it was her, a 
respectable, middle-aged librarian, who was deliberately driving a small boy 
to her house in order to play with his genitals; a mere child's cock and 
balls. She felt like some sort of sex fiend, a dirty old woman. Probably the 
best thing would be to let him off the hook again, give him a warning, and 
let him out of the car at the next corner. She couldn't possibly go through 
with her insane plan. 

Harriet glanced again at the young boy and admired his handsome face and 
healthy young body. She thought with amusement now of the scene in the 
library, when he had compared his immature and still developing penis with 
the adult-sized one in the illustration. It was obvious that he felt 
inadequate and didn't realize that some day his would be just as big and 
impressive. But that idea didn't turn Harriet on at all: she liked him just 
the way he was, his lovely little cock innocent and pure, not yet mushroomed 
into the gross, evil weapon of the adult male. She allowed herself a brief 
glance at the crotch of his blue jeans. Poor little kid, it was still hard, 
as if his young prick had been frozen erect by fright. She felt a wave of 
sympathy for him, but, more than that, she felt a sudden rush of horniness 
at the sight of that tight little bulge between his legs. 

The boy didn't notice her looking at him. He was staring mournfully out of 
the side window like a prisoner on his way to execution. It would only be 
merciful to release him now, let him go without another warning. But as 
Harriet kept sneaking glances at the enticing bump of his fly, she felt 
herself weakening again. If she was going to be merciful and let him go 
without punishment, she could just as well do it at her house. She might 
even get a chance to touch him again. Yes, she would wait just a little 
longer. 

The drive seemed endless. The boy kept silent out of fear, Harriet out of 
embarrassment. But at last she pulled into her own driveway and parked the 
car, then led the terrified boy in by the back door. Fortunately, none of 
her neighbors were around to wonder what she was up to. She led the boy into 
her comfortably furnished living room, then spoke, managing to keep her 
voice firm and business-like. 

"Sit down, young man. We can talk now." 

The boy pushed a long lock of blonde hair out of his eyes, then sat down 
resignedly at one end of the sofa. Harriet was glad of this, since it gave 
her a chance to set next to him without seeming obvious about it. She took a 
place at the center of the sofa, then looked grimly about him. 

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself? To begin with, what is your 
name and how old are you?" 

The boy swallowed hard, looking at her with shame in his bright eyes. "My 
name is Donny," he said, timidly. "Donny Morrison, and I'm eleven, ma'am." 

"All right, Donny. I want you to tell me exactly how you came to do this 
awful thing. Don't leave out any details." She wanted to get him talking so 
that he would perhaps relax and give her more time to think. 

"Well, ma'am," he sighed, "the way it happened was this. Me and my friend 
Juan-he's the other guy you saw in the library yesterday-we 're both in the 
sixth grade, and we were walking home from school one day, and we both had 
to, uh, well, go to the bathroom, really bad. So we went behind the fence, 
into this vacant lot, and did it there. Well, it turned out that this junior 
high kid followed us and watched us, a guy named Jimmy. He's a real bas-I 
mean, he's not very nice, especially to younger kids. So, just as we were 
zipping up, he jumps out from where he was hiding and starts razzing us, 
about how he saw everything and was gonna tell on us. That didn't bother us 
so much, because we really didn't believe him. We just ignored him and 
started to walk away. But then the bas-I mean, Jimmy, he started telling us 
what small peters we had. He claimed he'd never seen any so tiny. He said we 
were subnormal or something like that, and if we wanted to know how big we 
should be, if we were normal, we should go to the city library and look at 
this certain book, on page three hundred. Then he started laughing like mad 
and ran off. 

"Well, that kind of worried us. We kept telling each other he was lying, 
that we weren't any different from other kids, but the thing was, we really 
weren't sure! So finally we decided to do what he said, go over to the 
library and look at that book. We went right away, and that's when you 
caught us." The boy sighed deeply. "It was bad enough, getting caught like 
that! But I guess the worst thing was, Jimmy was right! That one in the book 
is the way you're suppose to be, and we'll never be that big. Anyhow, it was 
so awful, I just couldn't believe it, so I came back again today, alone, to 
make sure. And you caught me again. Boy, do I feel lousy!" 

The boy hung his head in complete humiliation and defeat. Harriet felt sorry 
for him, but at the same time she wanted to laugh. Poor little kid, he had 
no idea of how the older boy, Jimmy, had tricked him! He didn't seem to 
realize that he had plenty of time to grow and achieve a man-size cock. He 
must be terribly ignorant of the facts of life. 

"So that's why you did it?" Harriet asked, her voice friendly now. "To 
compare yourself with the picture? Do you really think your peter should be 
that large?" 

"Well, yeah, I guess so." replied the boy. "It said under the picture that 
it was a normal size penis." 

"But, Donny!" Harriet laughed. "That means normal size for an adult! A child 
can't be expected to be that large. You're not as tall as a grown man, are 
you? Your hands and feet aren't as big as a grownup's. So you can't expect 
to have an adult size penis, either. Someday you will, after you've grown 
up." 

Donny gazed at her with immense relief. "Gosh, I never thought of that! I 
didn't know that was a picture of a grownup! The way Jimmy kept teasing us, 
about being so small, I just never thought about it. Boy, he really fooled 
us!" 

"Yes, he did," agreed Harriet. "It was a very mean trick he played on you, 
to make you worry like that. But you're not worried any more, are you?" 

"Well," Donny smiled shyly, "I guess I'm still worried about you, ma'am." 

"My name is Miss Harvey," she said pleasantly, returning his smile, "and you 
don't have to be worried about me any more. If you had done that thing on 
purpose, just to be naughty, then I would be angry with you. But it seems 
that you did it for a good reason. Anyhow, you're not worried any more about 
the size of your peter, I hope?" 

"Aw, I don't know!" sighed Donny. "I feel all confused. It just looked so 
puny next to that picture. I feel like I could never grow one that big." 

Harriet blushed slightly as a wicked idea entered her head. This was the 
perfect opportunity to touch him again, to see his beautiful little cock, if 
only she played it right. "That's silly, Donny," she smiled, keeping her 
voice friendly and persuasive. "I'm sure you have a perfectly normal penis. 
Just let me have a look, and I can tell you." 

"Well, gosh-" The boy seemed considerably surprised. "I mean, I'd have to 
undress, and-" 

"Oh, that's all right!" chirped Harriet. "I've seen lots of little boys 
without their clothes on. Don't let it bother you! After all, you let your 
mother see you undressed, don't you?" 

"Well, yeah," gulped Donny. 

"And I'm probably much older than your mother, so there's nothing wrong with 
it at all. Now, you just stand up for a minute and take off your clothes. 
I'll have to look at that peter of yours and tell you what I think. Then you 
can stop worrying about it for good." 

"If it's normal!" Donny cautioned. "Okay, here goes." He seemed sold on the 
idea now and rather anxious to get out of his jeans, T-shirt and Jockey 
shorts, and he soon stood before her naked, quite un-self-conscious about 
his handsome, taut, tanned young body. 

Harriet couldn't help gawking at him for a moment. If anything, his 
developing form was even more beautiful than Bruce's had been at that age, 
sturdier, more definitely masculine, the healthy young muscles better 
defined. She wanted to touch him all over his smooth, firm body. But her 
gaze was caught and held at last by his perfectly shaped prick and balls. 
They stuck out from the rest of him, as they would from the body of a 
sexless angel, the only lewd, exhibitionist feature of his otherwise pure 
image. But their very impudence, their naughty thrust, excited her. It was 
as if they were taunting her, inviting her with mischievous boldness, to 
reach out and fondle them. She hadn't seen his balls before, during her 
spying in the library. They were a lovely pure pink, suspended loosely on 
their straps of rosy flesh, twin sacs that quivered delicately in time with 
the boy's breathing. She longed to squeeze and caress them. His cock had 
lost a little of its stiffness by now, drooping rather bashfully downward, 
and the wrinkled white foreskin had crept back over the glans to hide it and 
shield it. 

"Well," Donny asked hopefully, "what do you think, Miss Harvey? Is it big 
enough for a kid my age?" 

"Hmmm," teased Harriet. "It appears to be, but I'd better investigate a 
little more." She knelt down before him, flushing excitedly as she did so 
and starting to breathe faster. She could hardly believe her good luck: she 
had him here in her house, all to herself, and she was about to play with 
him again! "I'm going to touch you now, Donny," she said carefully," so I 
can be very sure about everything. But it won't hurt, not at all. In fact, 
it will feel nice, just like when I touched you in the library. That felt 
nice, didn't it?" 

"Yeah!" Donny answered eagerly. "It would be great if you'd do that again!" 

"'very well, Donny," she replied primly. She could hardly believe the extent 
of his innocence, inviting her, a strange woman, to play with his sweet 
little dick and balls. But it was just the chance she had been hoping for. 
Now she could take her time, do whatever she wanted. 

Harriet swallowed hard, then reached out and took Donny's floppy little cock 
between her hot, nervous palms. She rolled it gently between them, feeling 
its inner firmness and its outer slippery silk. The little warm organ 
throbbed and pulsed against her hands like a friendly, trusting animal. 
"Well," she informed the boy gaily, "it certainly seems to be healthy!" 

"That's good," sighed Donny. He was very pleased that Miss Harvey had 
consented to touch his pecker again that way. He hoped she would go on doing 
it for a long time. 

Next Harriet laid the limp worm-like prick in one palm and began to stroke 
it gently with her index finger, petting and soothing, easing the loose soft 
skin back and forth along the inner ridge. Donny sighed and closed his eyes 
trustingly, blissfully. He stood quite still and breathed almost sleepily as 
she stroked and massaged his contented cock. "It looks quite healthy to me," 
Harriet repeated, "but to be absolutely sure, I'll have to make it stiff 
again. Do you mind if I do that, Donny? I won't hurt you." 

"Oh, golly, no," sighed Donny without opening his eyes. "I don't mind! If 
it's like before, like you did in the library, that'd be great!" 

Harriet smiled with triumph. She understood that the boy wanted her to 
manipulate his foreskin and play with his exposed glans, as she had done 
earlier. And that was exactly what she wanted, too! "All right, Donny," she 
purred. "Just like I did in the library!" 

With one eager, expert hand, she took the base of his lolling little cock 
between thumb and forefinger, holding the small organ in position. Then with 
her other hand she went for her goal, the wrinkled, pointed head of his 
cock. Gently, with deliberate and delicious slowness, she began twitching 
back the sheathing skin, rubbing it delicately with her index finger. Her 
thumb went into action, too, teasing the foreskin downward, and soon she had 
another glimpse of red, moist, boy-sweat-smelling glans. Her mouth watered, 
but she forced herself to proceed slowly, not wanting to alarm the boy. 
Every time she eased the foreskin back a little, Donny sighed happily, and 
his small cock twitched and stiffened minutely. Harriet slid the silky skin 
back still further, and more of his exquisite red glans came into view. Now 
she could see the tiny dark hole at the very top. 

Instantly "he felt the urge to stuck her tongue into that inviting 
receptacle, to bore softly inside and taste his salty, funky-smelling 
essence, but she held back, fearing to alarm the boy. Instead, she kept up 
her tender but insistent manipulation of his foreskin, working it back 
steadily, until soon half the gleaming red glans was exposed. All the while, 
she could scarcely believe the boy's innocence. He stood there totally 
absorbed in what she was doing to him, smiling blissfully, as if there were 
nothing unusual about it at all. 

With one final deft motion of thumb and forefinger, Harriet worked the boy's 
white wrinkled foreskin all the way back and paused to admire what she had 
uncovered. Her brief exploration in the library had not been deceptive. The 
bright, red nut of his cockhead was beautiful to look at, inviting to the 
touch, with its gentle cleft, enticing small hole, and moist, virgin flesh. 
Much as he seemed to enjoy her play, however, his small cock was still 
somewhat limp. Harriet knew now what to do about that. 

She placed her index finger very softly on the exposed, raw head of his 
penis, pressed lightly, and the boy's wobbling little cock suddenly 
trembled, rippled and stiffened up. She smiled to herself, gave the shining 
glans a brief circling with her fingertip, and the fat little organ quivered 
again and got even harder to her touch. 

"Ahhh!" sighed the boy. "That sure feels nice, Miss Harvey! But do you think 
my peter is big enough?" 

Harriet suppressed a mischievous giggle. "It's beginning to look that way, 
Donny! But I'd better investigate a little more. You don't mind, do you?" 

"Oh, wow, no!" the boy said and sighed. 

Harriet gave his swollen little cock a brief, playful pumping in reply. Then 
she returned to her favorite part, the juicy red glans, the part she wanted 
so desperately to lick and taste. Perhaps if she could get the boy horny 
enough, blind to everything around him, he wouldn't notice or care if she 
went beyond mere touching....But she must be slow, patient, careful. 'very 
gently she began to circle the slick, gleaming cockhead again, pausing now 
and then to insinuate her little finger carefully into the dark hole at the 
very tip of his cock, nudging him teasingly there, then withdrawing. The 
effect was more than she had hoped for: the boy sighed and softly moaned, as 
before, but now the sweet, mysterious hole began to ooze a white, creamy 
droplet, the first lubricating sexual juices of his young life. 

Harriet applied all her self-restraint in preventing herself from lunging 
down on his cockhead and lapping up the little droplet with greedy haste. 
She must wait, wait patiently, for her reward. Giving his small, stiff cock 
another playful pumping, she then let it wag and moved on, downward, to 
touch his small, wobbling balls for the first time. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Donny had been puzzled and a little apprehensive when Miss Harvey first made 
her strange proposal. He hadn't questioned her taking him home or asking him 
how he'd come to expose and play with himself in the library. She was 
authority, and he knew he must obey. But when she asked him to take off his 
clothes and let her inspect his genitals, that seemed kind of weird, 
especially for a stern old lady like her. Nevertheless, he'd obeyed, not 
wanting to anger her any more than he had. If he played it cool, maybe he 
could get out of this mess! And now he was glad, very glad, that he'd done 
what she wanted. He had no idea what kind of inspection she was making, or 
why; he only knew that it felt good, better than anything he'd dreamed 
possible. As she played with his cock, slowly and deliciously working back 
the foreskin, nudging and circling his sensitive glans, he felt strange new 
sensations buzzing and rippling through his lower body, mysterious new urges 
that suddenly made his prick tingle and spring erect. 

Briefly the boy wondered why it was that he felt the urge to move his hips, 
slowly, rhythmically, in time to the sensual stroking of the woman's finger 
on the aroused glans of his cock, why her strange play should make his penis 
shudder and stiffen, and why the little hole on his cockhead should start 
dribbling its own juices. But he really didn't care, didn't think long about 
the causes of all these things. All that really mattered were the crazy 
sensations she was giving him, the dizzying pleasure of her expert touch. 

He felt her hot, teasing pumping of his cockshaft, and he sighed and 
wriggled his hips instinctively in time with her motions. Then he gasped 
softly and felt an entirely new delight as her gentle, seeking hands found 
his young balls and closed deliciously around them.... 

Harriet tenderly squeezed the small virgin bags of flesh, wondering at their 
pinkness and smoothness. There was the same loose, silky covering, the same 
firm and secret inner core, that she had touched and fondled long ago in her 
little games with Bruce. She wouldn't have dreamed of doing this with the 
adult male testicles, those threatening, ugly, shaggy monsters-but with 
Donny, and Bruce, it was different. There was nothing distasteful or nasty 
about these soft, hairless little globes. She loved playing with them, 
bouncing and cupping them, making such obvious pleasure for the little boy 
who stood sighing before her. She thought of taking those tender pink sacs 
in her mouth, bathing and cuddling them with her tongue, and as she did so, 
her pussy loosed another flood of hot juices that dripped unheeded onto the 
carpet. Swiftly, delicately, she tickled Donny's little balls all over, 
making them bounce and sway, and the boy groaned loudly and nearly lost his 
balance. 

"Put your hands on my shoulders, Donny," she said hoarsely. "Lean on me." 

He obeyed instantly. "Oh, golly, Miss Harvey! That felt so cool, the way you 
tickled my balls! Are you trying to make them stiff, too?" 

"Yes, Donny," she cooed. She snaked her finger along the hard little ridge 
that separated the two limp sacs, traced a hot, teasing line between his 
flopping balls. Her finger went on, exploring mischievously, to the flat 
space behind his testicles, massaging and rubbing there, and the boy 
twitched and groaned and dug his fingers into her shoulders in unconscious 
lust. Then her probing finger worked still farther back between his legs and 
discovered the tiny pucker of his ass-hole. Harriet wasn't sure what led her 
there, why she knew instinctively that it was the right place to touch him. 
There was some vague memory that urged her on, some dim but delicious notion 
of how it felt to be played with there in that naughty place. Perhaps Bruce 
had done it to her, long ago, it didn't matter. She only obeyed her whim, 
felt the puckered, tender flesh of his anal opening, nudged and teased it 
until the boy was sighing happily. Then, with the tip of her little finger, 
she very carefully and slowly worked her way inside, just a little, and 
began to make steady circular motions against the slick, hot flesh of his 
anus.... 

"Uh, uh, ahhh!" breathed Donny. This was the weirdest, most groovy sensation 
yet! Why it should affect him like that, he didn't know, and it seemed crazy 
to like having someone stick a finger up his ass, but who cared? He only 
knew how wildly good it felt, how much he wanted her to go on doing it, 
twisting and nudging and pumping her fingertip around in his anus. Then the 
craziest thing of all happened: through no connection he could understand, 
the insistent, teasing anal play of her finger caused his flopping balls to 
tingle, buzz with sensation, and suddenly tighten and swell up! They got 
really hard, like they'd never been before, and now, more than ever, he felt 
the urge to pump his hips in time to her strokes. As his balls filled and 
stiffened, Donny felt a new urge in his tightened, throbbing cock, as well, 
the urge to rub it rhythmically against something....He grunted, kept his 
eyes shut to dig all that she was doing, the delicious play of her probing 
finger in the tightness of his anus, and he began to move his hips back and 
forth, obeying instinct, pushing his little stiff cock in front of her face 
as if offering it to her. He didn't know quite what he wanted, but he felt 
that this experienced older woman could provide it.... 

Harriet kept working her finger in the sweet slickness of the boy's untried 
ass-hole, delighting in the silky texture of the inner skin and the way his 
powerful sphincter muscle rhythmically tightened and relaxed around her 
teasing finger. She was very pleased with her work, the way she's made his 
little balls tighten up and fill, the way she'd aroused him to begin the 
steady motions of fucking with his hips. Now, very soon, was the time for 
her reward. 

"'very good, Donny," she purred to the ecstatic boy. "You're all hard now. 
Your cock and balls are very big. I can assure you, you're quite big for 
your age! So there's nothing to worry about any more. Now, since you've been 
such a good boy, I'm going to give you a nice reward." She pumped her finger 
vigorously in his responsive anus, then whispered invitingly, "Would you 
like that, Donny? Would you like me to do something very nice to you, even 
nicer than what I'm doing now?" 

"Oh, boy, yes!" exclaimed Donny. "You do whatever you want, Miss Harvey!" 

He allowed himself a brief glimpse at the strange older woman who was doing 
such wonderful new things to him, and he saw that her eyes were gleaming 
with arousal, her thin mouth twisted into a smile of lust, and the skin of 
her face flushing a mottled red and white, almost as if she had a fever. All 
the sourness and primness were gone from her features, and she looked happy 
and excited. He wondered what his "reward" was going to be. If, as she 
promised, it was even better than what she'd already done, he thought he 
would surely faint with pleasure. He closed his eyes again, waited eagerly 
for Miss Harvey's surprise.... 

Harriet's heart pounded with the knowledge that the young, innocent boy was 
all hers, that she could do anything she wanted with his beautiful body. She 
had won him, seduced him, and now she could do the thing she craved most of 
all. Her impulse was to gobble him greedily, licking and sucking without 
restraint, but she feared it might frighten him off. Again she must be 
patient, work slowly, to win him over to her strange pleasures. Still gently 
but insistently working her little finger in and out of his tight, puckered 
ass-hole, Harriet leaned closer to the sighing boy, cupped his stiff, fat 
balls in her free hand, and flicked out her eager, wet tongue. 'very slowly 
and lingeringly, she began to lick his balls, bathing them in her lusty 
saliva, getting every inch of their baby-soft surface kissing clean.... 

Donny groaned aloud. When she first bent down to him, her hair had tickled 
his belly, and he wanted to giggle. But before he could even think about it, 
he'd felt her tongue wash burningly, exquisitely, over his virgin balls, 
making him almost pass out with the unexpected pleasure of it. Her big 
dripping tongue took its time, licked and bathed and moistened every part of 
his exposed testicles, like a mother cat washing a kitten, and with every 
stroke Donny felt his happy balls tingle and buzz with sensation. Somehow, 
though it didn't seem possible, they were getting even fatter, tighter, and 
more swollen with some fluid. He felt almost ready to burst with their 
delicious tightness as Miss Harvey continued to lick them. Then suddenly he 
felt her hot breath panting on his left testicle, the abrupt soft grip of 
her warm lips, and she was sucking it into her mouth! He whinnied excitedly, 
gripped her shoulders fiercely, and gave himself up to the mind-blasting joy 
of having his balls sucked. She worked swiftly, dizzyingly, on the left 
testicle, slurping and palpitating it in the wet spongy softness of her 
mouth, squeezing it deliciously between tongue and inner cheek, then finally 
spat it out and slowly sucked in his right testicle for the same beautiful 
experience. Donny felt he would die of joy, right on the spot, as Miss 
Harvey noisily and happily sucked his balls.... 

Harriet found it very hard to hold herself back now. His fat little balls 
tasted good to her, she loved their throbbing plumpness in her eager mouth, 
but there was something else she wanted even more, something she couldn't 
wait for any longer. The boy was hers now, he would let her do it without 
protest, so why should she wait? Why should she not have her reward, too? 
Panting, she spat out his bloated right testicle, then gripped his smooth, 
hard little ass-cheeks in her feverish hands. 

"Now I'm going to suck your cock, Donny," she instructed hoarsely, "and that 
will be the nicest thing of all. I want you to just let yourself go 
completely. I want you to cum in my mouth." 

"What do you mean, Miss Harvey?" asked the eager, breathless boy. "I'll do 
whatever you want, but I don't understand." 

The boy nodded eagerly and closed his eyes again, anxious to see how it 
would feel to have his cock sucked. It was weird, the way the formerly grim 
and sour librarian liked to do all these things to his cock and balls, but 
he sure wasn't knocking it! She could do any crazy thing to them she wanted! 
He felt her hot, eager breath tickling the highly sensitive skin of his 
exposed glans, and he sensed that she was pausing a moment to gaze hungrily, 
greedily at her prize, to smell its peculiarly boyish scent. Then he gasped 
and clutched her thin shoulders as she fastened her firm, soft lips around 
the gleaming red nut of his cockhead and wriggled her pointed tongue tip 
into the little hole, probing and licking and tasting its secrets. She 
lapped up all its virgin juices, swallowed them with a contented gurgle, 
then very slowly began to suck his stiff little cock into her hot, slick 
mouth.... 

Harriet felt she had never been so happy, at least not for forty years. It 
was the rebirth of all those sweet childhood pleasures with her brother, a 
fulfillment of all her deepest, most secret dreams, as she bent toward the 
young boy's magnificent, jutting little cock, seized it possessively between 
her thirsting lips, and had her first taste of his exquisite juices. She 
sighed ecstatically and closed her eyes in happy concentration as she 
wiggled her tongue tip into his sweet little cock hole and felt the salty 
tang on her taste buds. She took her time, getting all of his delicious 
juices, reaming the little hole dry and empty, before she sighed again and 
then sucked his adorable little prick into her waiting mouth. 

She felt its small pressure against her tongue, then its timid nudging of 
her silky cheek lining, and she was back in the past, happily sucking her 
brother's hard little cock, as if she had never grown up at all. Yes, it was 
just like Bruce's, this sweet, stiff, good-tasting boy prick that throbbed 
and explored in her soft-squishing mouth! She pressed it tightly between 
tongue and palate, and the boy moaned and dug his nails sharply into her 
shoulders. Suddenly fearful that she'd been too rough with him, she spat his 
cock out hastily. 

"Are you all right, Donny?" she croaked. "Did I hurt you?" 

"Oh, wow, no, Miss Harvey!" the boy panted. "It felt great! Please keep 
doing it, keep sucking my cock!" 

Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sucked his bouncing, stiff 
prick back into the welcoming furnace of her mouth. She didn't have to be 
careful now, for the boy obviously enjoyed it, even her occasional 
roughness. She could let herself go, suck his lovely little cock as hard as 
she wanted! It would be so good, like having Bruce again, sucking and 
tasting him to her heart's content! She gurgled in anticipation, curled her 
tongue around Donny's happily imprisoned cock, and began to suck and tongue 
him loudly, lasciviously, with squishing, slurping noises. The boy whinnied 
like an excited colt, gripped her shoulders, and began pumping his slim 
hips, feeding his hard little boy cock to her with complete and joyous 
abandon. 

As Harriet speeded up her noisy sucking and slurping of Donny's stiff, 
probing prick, she released her hold on one of his tight little ass-cheeks 
and wriggled her little finger into his anus, poking it mischievously in and 
out, matching the rhythm of her vigorous sucking. The boy trembled, groaned, 
and began to pump his hips faster. Then she released his other buttock, 
fumbled briefly for his fat, tight balls, and began stroking them and 
tickling them furiously. The boy began to breathe in rapid gasps with her 
triple pleasuring of his body.... 

As Miss Harvey stepped up her delicious play with his body, first the rough 
but delightful sucking of his cock, then the teasing, sweet invasion of his 
ass-hole, and finally the simultaneous, dizzying tickling and stroking of 
his sensitive, swollen balls, Donny felt ready to faint with pleasure. He 
wondered at the furious pumping of his hips, why he felt compelled to do 
that, and he experienced the overpowering urge to stab and thrust with his 
virgin cock deep into the hot sponge of her mouth. He had no notion of what 
was happening to him, and he didn't care, so long as the woman went on doing 
those wonderful things to him. 

"Ah, ah, UH!" he panted, jerking his hips faster than ever, working his 
blind, frantic cock deeper into her hard-sucking mouth. The lewd tickling of 
his balls, the naughty probing and circling of her finger in his tight anus, 
were doing strange things to him, sending long, shooting thrills of 
sensation through his belly, setting up an exquisite rippling in his driving 
cock....Harriet moaned deeply as she felt the warning ripple in his smooth, 
hard little prick, remembering now, from her long ago experience with her 
brother, what it meant. Soon she would have what she wanted most, what she 
had been working toward all the time, a gasping mouthful of his delicious, 
creamy seed. The beautiful young boy would be cumming for his very first 
time, and she would be first to savor and swallow his fresh virgin sperm! 
Harriet set to work even faster, applying noisy suction to Donny's 
frantically wriggling cock, until the small boy was moaning steadily and 
jabbing his stiff little member against the back of her throat.... 

Donny felt as if his cock was ready to burst with its swelling contents. His 
rapidly probing prick kept stabbing her hard, hot throat, sending dizzying 
buzzes of pleasure through his twitching shaft, into his throbbing fat 
balls, to radiate through his loins. Then he suddenly felt the greatest 
pleasure of all, a sharp stab of joy that started in his pounding cockhead 
and rippled swiftly over his whole body. He felt his cock explode, felt it 
shoot burning jets of cream, endlessly, frantically, into Miss Harvey's 
lewdly sucking mouth. She was gurgling, grunting, eating the hot, sticky 
stuff that he pumped into her, in greedy ecstasy. He clung fiercely to her 
and made helpless animal noises. 

"Uh, uh, HHUUUHHHH!" the boy grunted. "Oh, Jesus, aaahhhhh!" Then he laughed 
throatily in his joy as he went on pumping and jerking his hips in the 
spasms of his first cumming, feeding his virgin seed into the receptive, 
greedy mouth of the librarian. When the last hot droplet had squirted her 
throat, Donny sighed deeply and sank against her, exhausted and shaking. 

Harriet Harvey reluctantly spat out his limp, empty prick and tenderly 
lifted him onto the couch. She was still swallowing the last mouthful of his 
delicious young seed, licking her lips, and hungry for more. She laid the 
flushed, panting boy down on his back, knelt before him and licked his 
flaccid, white little prick thoroughly clean of all its juices. It bounced 
placidly with the rough work of her tongue, and the boy sighed contentedly. 

"You came, my darling," Harriet purred to the drowsy boy. "You came in my 
mouth, just like I wanted you to. Did you enjoy it?" 

"Oh, Jesus, yes!" panted Donny. He was remembering again the older boys he'd 
seen "jerking off." Now he understood why they seemed to enjoy it so much! 
He'd never felt anything so wonderful in all his life. 

"I enjoyed it, too, dear," Miss Harvey was saying in a warm, husky voice. "I 
liked sucking your cock very much-" 

Her speech was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. 
Harriet jumped to her feet, flushing with alarm. She'd lost all track of 
time, forgotten that her brother was due home at five! She'd have to work 
fast. There was no way she could explain to Bruce the presence of a naked 
little boy on the couch! 

"Donny," she whispered hastily, "that's my brother coming home! He mustn't 
find you here, he wouldn't understand. Get dressed fast, and I'll let you 
out by the back door." 

The boy obeyed, catching the note of panic in her voice, and as they heard 
the car entering the garage, they hurried to the back door of the house. 
Miss Harvey whispered quickly, "We haven't finished our talk, Donny, and I 
want to see your friend Juan, too. Both of you come to the library tomorrow 
afternoon. Now, run!" 

"Right, Miss Harvey!" the boy replied, then took off like a shot down the 
alley. 

Harriet watched him, admiring the slim grace of his body as he ran. She 
almost laughed to herself, at her blatant lust when she'd made her final 
request of him-she'd been flustered by Bruce's sudden arrival, but not too 
flustered to arrange another meeting with Donny and to tell him to bring his 
handsome, dark-haired friend! But the urge to laugh was quickly replaced by 
a staggering wave of shame. My God, what have I done? Out of the boy's 
presence, she suddenly saw herself as others might see her, a dirty old 
woman who had lured a little child into her house and sucked his cock! A 
horny old maid who liked to make little boys cum in her mouth! How could she 
ever explain that to anyone? 

Harriet heard the front door open, then Bruce's voice: "Harriet, I'm home! 
Where are you?" 

She summoned all her will power, forced a calm, normal expression onto her 
face, straightened up, and walked back to the living room. "Coming, Bruce!" 
she called. Each step was torture for her, an almost painful, unsatisfied 
rubbing of the swollen, drenched part of her legs. Now the excitement was 
over, now that she'd tasted and swallowed the boy's tasty cum, Harriet 
realized that she'd overlooked something, something rather important-her own 
climax. Stupid of me, she thought, and felt again an insane desire to laugh. 
She'd been so intent on sucking the kid's cock until he got his nuts off, 
she hadn't stopped to think how rampantly horny she'd feel afterward. Now 
her cunt gave steady contractions of desire, and she had to walk with her 
thighs pressed close together, to keep the gushing juices of arousal from 
dribbling down her legs. She needed to get away, just for a moment, to take 
care of her maddening need! 

"Hello, Bruce," she said and smiled. "I'll be with you in just a minute. I 
want to change my clothes." 

She whisked right through the living room and on to her bedroom, and her 
brother stared after her. There was something very peculiar about Harriet's 
manner, he thought, but he wasn't certain what it was. Somehow she was gayer 
than usual, almost hysterically bubbly, and her face was oddly flushed, her 
body trembling a little. It worried Bruce. He decided to give her a few 
minutes, then check to see if she was feverish. It was not at all like his 
prim, dour sister to be so girlishly gay. 

Harriet hated to leave Bruce gawking suspiciously, but there was nothing she 
could do about it. Her own desperate need had to come first. The very 
pressure of her inner thighs, rubbing together as she walked, threatened to 
stimulate her into explosive climax. She staggered to her room, closed the 
door behind her, and stumbled onto the bed. Gasping and pressing her flushed 
face into the bedspread to stifle her frantic noises, she quickly reached 
under her dress, tore aside the soaked crotch of her panties, and plunged 
her middle finger up the swollen, squishing tunnel of her cunt. She groaned, 
pumped, clenched her teeth, and imagined feverishly that it was Donny's hard 
little cock that furiously reamed her thirsting vagina, sending sweet, heady 
jolts of pleasure through her thin, quaking body. 

It didn't take long. She was far too aroused, had waited for too long a 
time, to hold out. A minute or so of furious frigging, and Harriet heard her 
own guttural cries of release, as if from a lewd stranger, as she ground her 
delighted, contracting cunt around her bony finger. "Uh, uh, UUHHHHH! 
Ooooohhh!" she groaned. 

Half-conscious moments passed as she continued to probe her cunt with rapid 
fingering, getting every last, sweet jolt of orgasm, and then the exhausted, 
satisfied spinster sank limply onto the bed, drooling and gurgling with 
relief. Oh, God, it had been so good.... 

"Harriet! Harriet, are you all right?" It was Bruce's voice, anxious and 
insistent, at her bedroom door. 

Harriet Harvey blushed furiously and jerked her dripping finger out of her 
still fluttering cunt. She prayed that her brother hadn't heard her 
helpless, animal noises as she frigged herself. She cleared her throat 
before answering. 

"Yes, Bruce, I'm all right. I just fell asleep, I was so tired, and I had a 
nightmare. I want to take a shower now, then I'll start dinner." 

"All right, Harriet," Bruce replied. "I'm sorry I woke you." 

He went away more puzzled than ever. This strange behavior was not like 
Harriet, not like her at all. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Harriet spent a long time under the shower, trying to make sense of what had 
happened to her that day, but no matter how she approached it in her mind, 
the result was the same. She, Harriet Harvey, a hard-working, decent, and 
respectable middle-aged woman, had seduced a little child, a complete 
stranger to her, had taken him to her house under false pretenses and given 
him his first sexual experience. There was just no getting around these 
facts. The question was, what to do? 

Again the answer was clear. She must stop. If she went through with 
tomorrow's meeting, enjoying both Donny and his friend Juan, the result must 
inevitably be exposure and disgrace. Harriet felt much more sensible now, 
and she could see plainly what she must do. Yet it made her feel deeply sad 
to stop now, just when she was enjoying sex, enjoying her body, for the 
first time in her adult life and perhaps for the last time. Erotic paradise 
was almost hers again, with the two young boys, but her long years of 
puritanical and repressed thinking forbade her to take advantage of the 
situation. It was unthinkable for a woman of her age and social reputation 
to consider such a thing. Such thoughts should be left to the perverts, sex 
fiends, and nymphomaniacs! 

Harriet resigned herself, then, to giving up her wild ideas about Donny and 
his little friend, but even so, when she stepped from the shower, she felt 
very depressed. What she needed was a stiff drink, she decided. Usually she 
made a pre-dinner cocktail for her brother and did not touch liquor herself, 
but tonight would be an exception. She dressed in her favorite green hostess 
gown went to the living room, and found Bruce reading his newspaper. He 
seemed very relieved to see her. 

"Well, well!" he exclaimed heartily. "Up and around! I'm glad you're looking 
better. I thought you were ill." 

"No," she said and smiled, "just tired. I had a very hectic day. You have 
bad days sometimes, too, don't you?" 

"I certainly do! But, you're sure you're better now?" 

"Yes," said Harriet, crossing the room to the buffet, "except I think I'll 
break my rule and have a drink. It might pick me up a little. Are you ready 
for yours?" 

"Oh, yes!" Bruce returned a feeble smile as his sister mixed martinis. Now 
he was definitely worried. He'd never known Harriet to take a drink before, 
except for her ritual one glass of champagne on New Year's Eve. There must 
be something wrong. But he could see that she didn't want to discuss it, at 
least not yet. He could wait. It never did any good to push his stubborn 
younger sister. 

As soon as the strong drink began to warm her insides, Harriet felt 
immensely better. She sipped her martini and chatted with Bruce, and in a 
little while she felt so gay and relaxed that she decided to have another 
drink. Bruce, relieved to find her cheerful and talkative, joined her. And 
when it was time to fix dinner, Harriet took a third martini along to the 
kitchen, insisting that Bruce have another, too. She'd never realized before 
that alcohol might have some good uses, like lifting a person's spirits. 

There was wine at dinner-Harriet allowed that as a matter of routine, 
although she generally did not approve of stronger drinks-and between them, 
brother and sister finished the bottle. By seven-thirty, when they moved to 
the living room with their coffee, Harriet and Bruce were very definitely 
drunk. It was a brand new experience for Harriet and a rare one for her 
brother. 

Bruce knew that he was drunk, but he wasn't sure that Harriet realized her 
own condition. He certainly wasn't going to say anything about it, though. 
He liked the way liquor affected her. Although Bruce Harvey was very fond of 
his sister, he often wished she were gayer, happier, and in their twenty 
years of living together, he'd frequently grown tired of her prim, sour 
manner and the way she constantly preached against "sin" and "vice." He was 
no lush himself, but he wasn't a crusader, either. Now he was thinking, as 
he looked at the flushed, animated Harriet: Drink up, old girl, it'll do you 
good!" 

For her part, Harriet was feeling very bubbly and silly. She couldn't seem 
to stop talking, and she didn't guard what she said. After all, Bruce was 
her brother, and she could say anything to him, couldn't she? Then suddenly 
she blushed deeply, wondering if Bruce remembered what she remembered, their 
childhood sexual play. A devilish idea came over her-to discover how much he 
recalled, how he felt about it. Her brother was rather a prig, actually, a 
stern, self-possessed man who never seemed to do anything wrong. It would be 
fun to see him lose his composure. 

"Bruce," she said mischievously, "how far back can you remember, when you 
were little? Do you remember the games we used to play in the woods?" 

Bruce Harvey frowned in concentration. It was an odd thing-he'd noticed it 
many times before-but he couldn't remember certain phases of his childhood. 
They seemed to blank out completely." Especially hard to recall was his 
twelfth year. No matter how he tried, he couldn't dredge up a single 
impression, not even a brief memory, of that time. Yet something in 
Harriet's question-perhaps her tone of voice, her peculiar, eager manner, or 
that phrase she had used, "games we used to play in the woods"-something was 
trying to come through to him, from some secret and buried part of his mind. 

"Games, Harriet?" he asked curiously. "When was that?" 

"Oh," answered Harriet, looking at him very oddly, "when I was seven and you 
were twelve. We played some lovely games, Bruce. I'm surprised you've 
forgotten. Take your time and try to think back. I want to see if you can 
remember." 

Harriet waited and watched her brother as he frowned in thought. She felt a 
strange, wicked arousal as she pictured how Bruce would look when the memory 
hit him. He could hardly appear cool and proper then! She smiled to herself 
and curled up on the couch, willing to be patient until it all came back to 
him; it would be worth the wait, to study his reaction. 

Bruce Harvey still did not know what his sister was referring to, but he 
sensed that it was not something good. Again the tone of her voice, teasing 
and insinuating, and the word "games," were setting off a persistent 
response in him, a message vague but threatening. Yes, somehow he knew that 
it had to do with sex. Bruce stiffened and scowled. Sex was a subject he 
didn't care to think about, and he was angry with Harriet for having put it 
in his mind. Yet how had she done so? What had she said, really, to make him 
remember...? 

Still there was no recollection of his twelfth year, not even of his early 
adolescence, but everything else came back to him in a sickening flash, his 
whole miserable history of sexual failure. He recalled his attitudes as a 
young man, an exact reproduction of his parents' stern beliefs, that sex was 
wicked, a forbidden pleasure, and had only one legitimate purpose, the 
begetting of children. Bruce had decided that he would marry some day, 
because it was the proper thing to do, and that he would remain a virgin 
till then, because that, too, was what good people did. At the age of 
twenty-four he was still a virgin, having gone through college without ever 
dating a girl or even considering doing so: his career came first, he could 
not allow himself to consider marriage until he had finished his studies and 
gotten a teaching job. Then came the incident that destroyed all his good 
intentions. 

Bruce was just out of college, had a job set for the fall, and was working 
as a lumber camp clerk for the summer, to save money for a car. All through 
June the pale, prim young man noted how the foolish loggers blew their pay 
checks every Friday night on cards, craps, liquor and whores. He felt 
superior, wiser, because he saved all the money he earned and could not be 
tricked into those childish, wicked pastimes. Then one Friday afternoon as 
he was leaving work, several of the loggers began to tease him for his 
frugal, solitary habits. They called him an "old maid," hinted that he was 
somehow abnormal in his sexual leanings, and challenged him to prove 
otherwise. 

Bruce had utter contempt for their ideas, but he was stung by the taunt that 
he was a pervert of some sort. That, he could not endure: he was a decent, 
normal man, and he would show them! Grudgingly, coldly, he joined the men 
for a drink at the local saloon. He'd never drunk much before, and it got to 
him quickly. Soon a perverse thought entered his mind, though he tried to 
make it seem reasonable and right: in spite of his self-discipline, he was 
often tortured by sexual desire, and he wanted very much to know what sex 
was like. He would marry some day, and his bride would be a virgin: didn't 
it make sense, then, that he should have some experience, so he could guide 
her? Bruce had another drink with his logger acquaintances, and by the time 
he'd finished it, he'd decided to purchase the favors of a whore. 

The loggers were delighted to hear his decision, and they quickly located a 
woman for him, a thin, tough looking creature in her thirties with dyed red 
hair, hard blue eyes, and too much make-up. She demanded ten dollars in 
advance, and when Bruce paid her, she shrugged and started to lead him off 
to the back part of the saloon. 

"Go easy with him, Ellie," one of the loggers taunted. "The kid's a virgin!" 

Bruce blushed furiously and followed the surly woman to a cheap, dirty 
little room with a rumpled bed. She didn't say a word to him, just shucked 
her gaudy clothes in a hurry and lay down on the bed, spreading her thin 
legs obscenely to reveal all her sexual parts. The sight of her red, wet 
vulva, and of her wickedly jutting breasts, made Bruce sick and terrified. 

"Well, come on, come on!" the woman snarled. "I ain't got all night!" 

Bruce shuddered and got undressed. He was determined to prove himself to 
these people, yet he didn't know how he'd manage it. The sight of the 
red-haired whore did nothing for him, and his cock dangled limply and 
forlornly between his legs. The woman glanced at it and sneered. 

"What'sa matter, sonny?" she laughed. "You want your money back? It won't be 
no skin off my nose!" 

Angered by her mockery, Bruce threw himself on her and kissed her viciously. 
She tasted of beer, smelled of sweat and cheap, strong perfume. He felt only 
disgust for her. But he'd paid ten dollars, and he might as well get 
something out of it. Roughly, he seized her legs and pulled them farther 
apart, determined at least to study her there, to know how a woman looked. 
At first he saw nothing that aroused him, only a fleshy tangle of mysterious 
female genitals. Then his eye rested on the white pucker of her anus, and 
his whole body trembled, burned. He didn't understand why the sight should 
arouse him, didn't realize that a powerful but buried memory was at work. 
His cock twitched, swelled, and became savagely hard and ready. He seized 
the woman roughly and turned her over on her belly. 

"Hey," she chuckled, "that's more like it!" 

Bruce didn't reply. He gripped the thin cheeks of her ass, climbed between 
her legs, and rammed his rock-hard prick against her tightly puckered 
ass-hole. The woman screamed in pain. He ignored her and continued to batter 
away at her resisting anal mouth, completely possessed with the need to 
enter and fuck her there. She screamed again and again, and suddenly there 
were thundering footsteps in the hallway, the door burst open, and the room 
was filled with half-drunk, shouting loggers who pulled Bruce off the 
screaming woman and pushed him to the floor. 

"The bastard!" shrieked the tearful prostitute. "He tried to bugger me! He's 
sick in the head!" 

Bruce would never forget the stares of contempt he received then, nor did he 
resent them. He felt contempt for himself as well. What was wrong with him? 
Why could he feel desire for a woman only at the sight of her anus? Why did 
he want to penetrate her there? It was many years before Bruce attempted sex 
again, and this time he chose a young, pretty, clean-looking call girl. She 
was very expensive, but educated, with good manners, and was kind and 
pleasant to him, but the result was the same. He could not get an erection 
until he studied and played with the girl's anus, and it was the only place 
he wanted to fuck her. For an extra fifty dollars she allowed him to do so, 
and Bruce at last lost his virginity in the perverse way he needed. The 
experience itself was marvelous, devastating, but the aftermath was 
terrible. When he had left the girl, he wanted to die of shame. He knew 
there was something very wrong with him, but he didn't know what to do about 
it. 

After that, Bruce Harvey tried to dismiss sex from his mind as far as 
possible. When the pressure was too great, he masturbated. And once a year, 
on his birthday, he permitted himself a visit to a certain prostitute who 
specialized in the practice he craved. Now he was fifty and had never had 
vaginal intercourse with a woman. Marriage was out of the question, for what 
girl would accept his perverse form of love-making? Remembering all these 
things, Bruce Harvey shuddered with self-loathing.... 

Harriet watched her brother intently as he appeared to lapse into a long, 
distasteful daydream. She was very curious to know what he was thinking, 
whether he remembered their naughty but exciting games. Now Bruce shook 
himself, looked vaguely at her, as if waking from a deep sleep. 

"Sorry, Harriet," he said. "I forgot what we were saying. I was thinking of 
something else." 

Harriet could see that he had no notion of what she was driving at. He 
couldn't be so calm or cool if he did! In her drunken gaiety, she decided to 
prompt him. She felt a wicked desire to embarrass him, to shatter his 
maddening composure. 

"Try to remember, Bruce," she said softly, huskily. "You were twelve, I was 
seven. It was summer, and we went into the woods behind the farm. We lay 
down in the grass. It was very hot. We looked at the clouds for a while, 
then you began to stroke my cheeks. Think...." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Bruce Harvey sat up suddenly, turned completely pale, and his eyes widened 
in terrible shock. Her words had done it: it all came back to him, in one 
dreadful image, the unthinkable experience they'd shared and he had blotted 
out for so long! He saw it all too clearly, how he had played sexually with 
his little sister, how their parents had caught them, how they had been 
fearfully, brutally punished. Bruce moaned and sank back in his chair, 
feeling faint and horrified. 

"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, my God!" 

"Bruce!" Harriet rushed to him, scared and contrite. How stupid, how cruel 
it had been to remind him! She held him in her arms, rocked him like a baby. 
"Oh, Bruce, forgive me! I'm sorry I made you remember!" 

Bruce had always felt protective of his younger sister. Now he saw her 
distress and patted her hand gently. "It's all right, Harriet, don't be 
upset. It was just rather sudden, that's all. I need a minute to think. Will 
you go fix us a couple of drinks? Strong ones?" 

Harriet smiled faintly and obeyed. She felt like kicking herself. Poor 
Bruce, this was going to be awful for him! He was so proud of his behavior, 
his reputation, his aloofness from irrational and foolish things like sex. 
The memory must be shattering to him.... 

Bruce Harvey sat stunned in his armchair as the long ago images raced 
through his head. There was no denying it, it had all happened. He forced 
himself to recall the day Harriet had spoken of, their first experience 
together, to make sure he had it all straight in his mind. He relived that 
day as vividly as she had, their first heady, beautiful discovery of each 
other's bodies-and as he did so, his face softened, his body relaxed. It had 
been an awful thing to do, yes, but they hadn't known that. They were 
innocent, ignorant children then, not realizing the meaning of what they 
did. And it had been pleasant, so damned pleasant.... 

Harriet was very much relieved when she turned from the buffet with the 
drinks in her hands and saw that her brother was smiling to himself. She had 
a strong hunch that he was remembering the same lovely day she'd recalled, 
that he was reliving the delightful new sensations they'd discovered 
together. She crossed the room, sat close to him on the arm of his chair, 
gave him his drink. He took a big gulp, gratefully. 

"You remember it all, don't you, Bruce?" Harriet asked timidly. 

"Yes," he sighed, "yes, I do." He patted her hand. "I must have buried it 
pretty deep." 

"So did I," replied Harriet. "I only remembered it the other day, quite by 
accident. It was shocking at first, but after a while it seemed pleasant. 
All except the last time, that is. Do you remember that? When Father found 
us in the attic?" 

"Christ, yes!" Bruce shuddered. He gripped Harriet's hand tightly as he saw 
their father's horrified, angry face, and remembered the ludicrous position 
they'd been caught in, Bruce fucking his sister in the ass, dog-style. And 
remembering this, he suddenly blushed with understanding: that accounted for 
his behavior as an adult, his fixation on ass-fucking! Of course! He'd been 
cheated then, forced to leave off his delightful anal copulation before he'd 
cum, and he must have been seeking to complete the act ever since then. What 
a simple cause, what a silly little reason, for the lifetime of sexual guilt 
and frustration! Bruce laughed bitterly. 

"What is it?" Harriet asked wonderingly. "What are you laughing about, 
Bruce?" 

Her thin, balding brother sighed and squeezed her hand. "I was laughing at 
the irony of it, Harriet. That one incident, Father catching us and 
punishing us, fouled me up for life. I've never been able to enjoy sex since 
then." 

"I haven't, either," Harriet admitted, blushing deeply. At least not until 
Donny, she added to herself. But she couldn't tell Bruce about that! She 
went on, "I've been such a prude, a frigid old maid. It's been such a 
terrible waste." 

"Yes," agreed Bruce. He was stroking her hand now, and his long thin fingers 
strayed up her bare arm, absently, softly. "But it's not too late, Harriet, 
not too late for either of us. We understand ourselves now, how wrong and 
twisted our attitudes have been. We're free to try again, to live normally. 
At least, I hope we are." He gazed into the distance, still savoring the 
memories of their childhood play, the intense, sweet, sexual satisfaction 
he'd sought all his life in vain. "Harriet," he said dreamily, "remember, 
that last day, what we were trying to do?" 

Harriet blushed again, but smiled. "Oh, yes! You'd seen some dogs, and we, 
we tried-" She couldn't finish. Her stomach seemed to flip over with 
excitement, and she felt a familiar heat in her genitals. Her pussy spurted 
a little jet of hot juice that oozed out to moisten the crotch of her 
panties. Dear God, yes, she remembered! 

Bruce felt the same sharp excitement, the swelling and twitching of his 
sexual parts, as he recalled their joyous but thwarted attempt to fuck like 
dogs. He grinned to recall the childish mistake they'd made, thinking it was 
done in the ass, not even knowing what Harriet's cunt was for. Of course, it 
had hurt her then, but now she was a grown woman, it might be different. 
Bruce felt rampantly horny all of a sudden. He knew he was drunk, almost 
bombed out of his mind, but he didn't care. It was time to live, time to 
make up for all the wasted years of frustration and inhibitions! 

"Harriet...." He turned to look at his sister as she perched on the arm of 
his chair. His eyes were hooded, gleaming slits of man sexually aroused, a 
man thinking of only one thing. He felt his cock stiffen painfully in his 
pants, shivered slightly as his balls tightened and swelled. He saw that 
Harriet's eyes were half-open, too, lazy and warm, her lips slightly parted, 
her thin body flushed with lewd excitement and trembling slightly with 
desire. Harriet, his dear little sister! She'd loved his body then, when 
they were children; there wasn't a thing she wouldn't do with him or let him 
try with her. So why should it be any different now? 

Bruce suddenly gave a low growl, grabbed Harriet around the waist, and 
pulled her roughly into his lap. She gave a squeak of surprise, and then he 
was kissing her hungrily, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth, one strong 
arm holding her tightly against him, while with his free hand he found and 
cupped her small firm breasts. Harriet had only a brief twinge of shock and 
alarm before she succumbed to the excitement of his tongue-probing kiss, his 
frantic fondling of her breasts. She met the snaking caress of his slick 
tongue with her own, she sighed lustily as her brother fumbled with the 
buttons of her dress and then slipped his hot, moist hand inside, under her 
bra, to seize her naked tits. Her hot pussy gushed its juices, and she clung 
fiercely to Bruce and moaned deep in her throat. She had to be drunk, wildly 
drunk, to do a thing like this! But, God, how could he stop? She needed him 
so badly! 

Bruce broke their wet, steaming tongue-kiss and gazed at Harriet with wild, 
wide eyes, his hand still playing feverishly with her tits, tweaking and 
rubbing the hard little nipples. "Harriet!" he gasped. "I want you naked! 
Come down on the rug with me!" 

"Bruce!" Her startled response was half shock, half giggle. She was too 
drunk and dizzy to move very fast, and before she knew it, Bruce had eased 
her onto the thick, soft carpet and was undoing the rest of her buttons. She 
lay quite still and gazed up at him with languid eyes, wondering vaguely how 
low she was going to stoop before this awful, sex-crazed phase of her life 
was over: first little boys, now her own brother! She giggled hysterically, 
but Bruce didn't seem to notice. His eyes were intent and feverish, his 
hands swift and determined, as he pulled off her clothes and gazed at her 
naked body. 

Bruce licked his lips and reached out almost timidly to touch his sister. 
She was nearly as slim as she had been forty years ago, taut and boyish, 
except for the development of her small round tits and the slight swelling 
of her hips. Her snatch was girlishly small, golden brown and very curly, a 
tiny bush on her pouting mons. Bruce swallowed hard, then insinuated a 
finger between the puffed wet lips, found the fat throbbing bump of her 
clit, rubbed it gently. Harriet moaned softly, and he felt her cunt juices 
gush out to soak his prying finger. She was ready for him, all right, just 
as he was overpoweringly ready for her! Yet her flushed face looked a little 
frightened, not quite accepting his horny assault on her body. He again 
pressed his finger to her hot little bud, teasingly circled the shaft, and 
Harriet closed her eyes briefly, jerking her hips to his motions, groaning. 
Her cunt made a flood of juices on his hand, and he felt her clit swell and 
throb under his stimulation. He imagined she was conquered, willing-but then 
her dark blue eyes flickered open again in a look of protest. 

"Bruce," she moaned, "no! This is wrong! Please stop, before we go too far!" 

Bruce never took his burning eyes from hers as he deliberately and slowly 
climbed onto her slim body, covering her, and began to pump his iron-hard 
but still imprisoned cock against the fat, sensitive mound of her pussy. 
Harriet felt its insistent pressure and could not help thinking of how big, 
how stiff his cock would be, how it was ready to fuck her vigorously to the 
orgasm she wanted so badly. Still she protested, putting her hands against 
his chest and pushing, her face turned away now from his grossly horny gaze. 
Bruce spread her legs with his own, sank farther between them, and she felt 
the painfully hard bulge of his crotch butting rhythmically and lasciviously 
against the tender, eager pulp of her vulva. He was breathing very hard now, 
and he seized her wrists, pulled aside her protesting arms, and bent down to 
snake his tongue lewdly across her cheek, ticklingly into her ear. 

"Harriet," he whispered, "you made me remember! Now you remember! You loved 
it then! You sucked my cock and ate my cum, you tasted my balls! I ate your 
sweet little pussy! We can do all that again, now, only it'll be even 
better! Let me show you, Harriet!" 

Swiftly Bruce climbed off her and lay on his belly between her out-flung 
legs. The next thing Harriet felt was a delicious shock, so powerful that 
she screamed with pleasure, as he shoved his fat tongue roughly up her 
narrow but thirsting cunt. 

"Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" grunted Harriet, her face breaking into an ecstatic, 
wanton grin, her hips bucking furiously for sweet friction, as Bruce 
tongue-fucked her into lusty madness. She'd never known such devastating joy 
in her life, and she howled abandonedly as her brother's thick, stiff tongue 
worked farther into her gushing vagina. 

"Oh, Bruce!" she wailed. "Yes, yes! Make me cum!" 

But to her disappointment, Bruce lifted his wet face from her pussy, 
grinning wickedly. "Mustn't be selfish, little sister!" he cackled. "You 
have to do something nice for me, too!" He tweaked her swollen clit-nub, 
rubbed it till Harriet squealed and writhed. "Wouldn't you like to do 
something nice for me, Harriet?" he taunted. 

Harriet gasped, then flung herself on him and began pulling off his clothes 
like a wild woman. She couldn't wait to get at his thumping cock. 

Bruce laughed and then stood up so she could strip him more easily. The 
frantic librarian whisked off his tie, shirt, T-shirt, shoes, and socks, 
then knelt trembling before him and unbuckled his belt. Her desperate 
fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, and she began jerking it down 
roughly over the stiff, twitching bulge of his cock. 

"Hey!" laughed Bruce, "take it easy! That's the part we need most!" 

Harriet laughed nervously and forced herself to go slower, easing the zipper 
carefully over the swelling ridge of his prick. The long, hard organ seemed 
to beat against its imprisonment, frantic to be free. At last Harriet 
succeeded in pulling the zipper all the way down, and with an excited 
shudder, she slipped off Bruce's pants, then his shorts. Kneeling before in 
him awe, she gazed at his adult cock and balls, trying to recognize in them 
the young genitals she had played with as a girl. 

But nothing was the same. Bruce was a mature man now, his testicles 
grotesquely swollen and covered with coarse wiry dark hair, his penis 
reddish, brutally distended, and menacingly long. The foreskin was forced 
back a little by his powerful erection, and Harriet could glimpse the huge 
purple glans with its large black hole, bubbling and dripping with 
lubricating ooze. His prick seemed gigantic to her, it's natural odors 
powerful and aggressive, so unlike the almost dainty sweetness of Donny's 
little cock. Yet once she had loved this thing, tasted and toyed with it. 
How could she reject it now? With a frightened but determined shudder, 
Harriet closed her eyes, reached blindly for her brother's big swollen cock, 
and guided it slowly between her lips, deep into the hot spongy receptacle 
of her mouth.... 

Bruce gasped with stunned pleasure as his sister sucked his sensitive, tight 
prick slickly between her moistened lips, along her burning, wet tongue, 
till she had drawn the huge organ all the way inside and his raw, eager 
glans nuzzled deliciously against the silky firmness of her throat. Dear 
Harriet, she still loved to eat his cock! If only he'd known that long ago! 
There were a hell of a lot of wasted years to make up for now! He drew his 
lips back in a snarl of pleasure as she began to suck on his dick with a 
vigorous, swift pumping action, and her fingers found his bristling balls 
and began to tickle and squeeze them in time to the sweet pressure of her 
sucking. He felt his fattened testicles tighten and swell even larger with 
their itching load, growled excitedly as he thought of shooting her noisily 
sucking mouth full of his cum. But, no, he had something else in mind. A few 
moments more of this delightful play, and then he would make her fulfill his 
wildest sexual fantasy, the one he'd longed for but never dared try.... 

Harriet felt her mouth painfully stretched by the width of Bruce's exploring 
cock, but otherwise the experience was much nicer than she'd dared hope. His 
taste was strong but good, and she liked the smooth texture of his shaft as 
she bathed it with her slick tongue. She squeezed his big, tight balls 
encouragingly, enjoying their hairy nuzzling of her palms. She wondered 
vaguely if he intended to cum in her mouth, what a lot there would be to 
taste and swallow. But then she felt him pushing gently at her shoulders, 
easing her away. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, finding his face 
eager but tender. 

"Harriet," he whispered hoarsely, "that's very nice, but there's something 
else we have to do. They kept us from it, far too long, but now we 're free. 
We can do it now, just like we wanted to." 

While he spoke, Harriet still knelt before him, her small mouth stuffed with 
his fat cock, gazing up at him with wide eyes. Now they widened even more as 
Bruce pulled away from her, his enormously elongated prick slipping from her 
wet mouth, dripping and wagging. 

"What do you mean, Bruce?" she asked wonderingly. She was beginning to feel 
a little afraid of his concentrated, almost insane, lust. 

Now he grinned wickedly at her and licked his lips. His eyes gleamed 
satanically, and his voice was think, rasping. "We're going to be doggies, 
Harriet," he smiled. "Two little doggies, you and me. There is no one around 
to keep us from playing, not now." 

Bruce lurched suddenly to the carpet, landing on his hands and knees, his 
eyes still gleaming with evil excitement, his long, stiff prick swaying 
lewdly between his legs-very much, in fact, like the obscenely large penis 
of a dog. "Woof!" he barked, baring his teeth in a lusty canine smile. 
"Woof, woof, Harriet!" 

Harriet didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was unspeakably wicked, the 
thing he wanted, and yet the sight of her usually dignified, reserved older 
brother romping around on the rug, woofing like a dog, was threatening to 
make her howl with amusement. She shouldn't have had that last drink, that 
was the trouble. She felt silly, carefree, and naughty. If Bruce wanted to 
play doggy, why not? It might be fun. 

"Grrrr!" Harriet growled softly, getting on her hands and knees, too, and 
showing her sharp little teeth. She would tease him, play his game for a 
while, acting the part of a distrustful female dog to his horny male. 

"Woof, woof, WOOF!" Bruce barked invitingly, scampering closer to her, then 
let his tongue loll out and began to pant in an uncanny imitation of a large 
dog. He pranced around her a few times, then, to Harriet's shock and 
embarrassment, stopped behind her and loudly sniffed her ass and genitals in 
canine greeting. She heard his heavy panting, felt his hot breath on her 
exposed wet vulva. It was wickedly pleasant. She giggled, then remembered 
that she was supposed to be a dog. 

"Grrrr," she answered. She jumped away from him, eyed him curiously, 
hesitantly, then moved around behind him and sniffed him as he had done her. 
Again she almost laughed. Bruce's enormous, fat balls showed ludicrous and 
red between his legs, displayed to the world as blithely and 
unselfconsciously as any dog's, and his great stiff cock swayed lazily from 
his lower belly. She saw his wrinkled, brownish ass-hole making tiny sucking 
movements, open and shut, and she couldn't resist a surprise invasion of it 
with the point of her tongue. She stuck it swiftly, roughly, and wriggled it 
all around in the pungent flavorful tightness of his anus. 

"AAaaa-roooo!" howled Bruce, like a baying wolf. 

Harriet laughed and pulled her hot tongue out of his gritty ass-hole. She 
saw that his balls had stiffened even more, and that his tight-swollen cock 
was switching angrily back and forth, like a big wagging tail. Now Bruce 
gave a low, throaty growl and turned on her, his teeth sharp and gleaming. 
Harriet yipped and trotted away, but her brother bounded after her, panting 
and howling. 

"ARRRRR!" growled Bruce. 

"Eeeee!" yelped Harriet. 

She ran around the living room as fast as she could on hands and knees, but 
the longer-limbed Bruce had the advantage and was soon breathing hotly on 
her buttocks. Then he jumped her, pinned her beneath his sweating, hot body, 
like a big dog mounting his mate. Harriet quivered half in fright and half 
in excitement but held her position on hands and knees, waiting to see what 
Bruce would do. He seemed determined to go on being a dog, to play the part 
to perfection. 

First he sniffed hotly on her neck, then began to lick her wetly there, 
moving on to her ears and cheeks. Harriet giggled again, but Bruce only 
panted. She felt the sweat-soaked hairs of his chest and belly as he lowered 
himself a little, then the hairs of his thighs as he crawled up farther 
between her legs. He pressed outward, moving her legs farther apart, and 
then she felt the tickle of his cockhead against the wet softness of her 
labia. She moaned and quivered with excitement. The game was over for her 
now, all she wanted was the rough, swift thrust of his big cock into her 
creaming cunt. 

But Bruce had always been a perfectionist in everything he did. This canine 
masquerade had to be perfect, too. "Grrrr, urrr," he growled, biting her 
rather sharply on the back of the neck, as his hard-tipped cock still poked 
blindly and fumblingly around in her tender labial flesh. Then she felt him 
shudder and draw back a little, the bloated head of his cock nosing into the 
dripping valley of her delicate cuntal mouth. 

"ARRRRR!" Bruce growled savagely and rammed his enormous cock into her tight 
cunt as hard as he could, roughly, thunderingly. Harriet felt the breath 
being knocked out of her, felt her little-used cunt stuffed as never before. 
There was a lewd squishing noise as he tore into her, his bloated rod 
needing so much room that her pooling vaginal juices were forced out 
explosively to spatter on his belly. She felt the blasting impact of his 
cockhead on her defenseless womb, the stretching and aching of her cunt lips 
as they parted for the thick base of his prick. His huge balls wagged and 
tingled between her thighs. 

Harriet caught her breath again and moaned with the most intense sexual 
pleasure she had ever experienced. This was what she'd always needed, the 
full, fat stuffing of her greedy cunt. She whined and wriggled around his 
impaling tool, loving every brutal inch of it. She forgot the dog game 
entirely, knew only that she was being deliciously fucked from behind by her 
brother. 

"Ummmmm, Bruce," she moaned sensually. "Keep doing it to me, fuck me! 
Ahhhh!" 

Bruce giggled, then teased huskily, "Nice doggie! Nice little Harriet!" He 
pumped his cock happily in and out with swift, short strokes, delighting in 
the unbelievable tightness of her cunt. Poor old Harriet, she obviously 
hadn't used it much! But he'd take care of that right now! Bruce was fully 
aware that he was balling his own sister and that she was digging it, 
squealing and whining her pleasure beneath him, but he felt not the 
slightest twinge of guilt. He felt instead a wild sense of revenge against 
all the stupid, puritanical teachings of his parents, and he wished 
desperately that his old man could see him now. He clenched his teeth as 
dizzying joy washed over him, began to bore harder, deeper into Harriet's 
exquisitely tight, sweet vagina, his balls tingling and slapping against her 
small ass. 

"Ahhhh, AHHHH! God!" bellowed Bruce. "I'm going to cum, I can't hold out!" 
He was pumping furiously against her now, and Harriet felt ready to die of 
joy as his wonderfully thick cock tugged and rubbed her clit and pulpy 
labia, surged fat and hot into her squishing cunt, and thudded stiffly 
against her womb. She, too, felt herself flying, rising toward heady 
release. 

"Yes, yes!" she shrieked. "Cum, Bruce, shoot me full of your seed! Oh, Oh, 
AHHHHH!" 

Bruce felt his sister's narrow cuntal walls tighten around his driving cock, 
then begin to squeeze in and out with powerful muscular action, as she 
howled and shook in orgasm. He bellowed ecstatically and released his load, 
pumping her so full of hot, white cum that her small vagina couldn't hold it 
all. Brother and sister writhed and squealed in a warm, sticky pool of their 
own juices, till after long, sweet moments, Bruce's twitching cock was 
milked dry and limp. Harriet felt his shuddering, sweaty body sink heavily 
onto hers, and they lay panting on the carpet. 

"Well," Bruce laughed exhaustedly, "so much for that boyhood dream! I 
suppose you should feed me Kennel Ration from now on!" 

Harriet couldn't help giggling. 

At last Bruce got up, and they both sighed as his limp prick slipped 
forlornly out of her cummy cunt. A few blushing goodnights, and brother and 
sister staggered off to their separate bedrooms. 

Bruce Harvey slept very well that night. He felt like a new man. Not only 
had he discovered and conquered the cause of his sexual problems, he also 
realized that he could make it with women now, that it was possible for him 
to have a normal and satisfying marriage. He hummed to himself as he fell 
asleep. There was a pretty little woman at the high school, Miss Jennings, 
who taught music just across the hall from his classroom. He'd wanted to 
date her for a long time and had held back only because of his supposed 
perversion. He knew Miss Jennings was interested in him. Well, he needn't 
hold back any longer. He had a feeling it was going to be one of the 
quickest courtships on record. If only Harriet could be as happy as he 
was.... 

But Harriet was not happy. She tossed in her bed half the night, her 
pleasantly numbed cunt reminding her of what she and Bruce had done. Oh, it 
was nice to know that she could enjoy adult sex-but why in God's name had 
she let herself commit incest with her own brother? Was there to be no end 
to her wickedness? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The next morning Harriet arrived at work looking like her usual self, prim, 
stiff, and sour. None of the regular library patrons and none of the other 
staff noticed anything different about her. But inside, Harriet Harvey was a 
completely new person, a total change from the frigid old maid of a week 
ago. She recognized now that she had powerful sexual needs, an appetite that 
would no longer be denied, and she knew that she would satisfy her desires 
somehow. The only question was how. In a matter of days she had seduced a 
boy child more than thirty years her junior and had committed incest with 
her brother. What next? It seemed to the bewildered Harriet that she was 
headed irresistibly on a downhill course and that it must inevitably end in 
disaster. Her gloomy impulse was to surrender herself to events, to 

"Live" while she could, and damn what happened afterward: yet the sensible 
side of her nature urged her to be cautious. 

This afternoon would be the real test. Harriet shuddered to think what Donny 
and Juan would be expecting. No doubt Donny had told his friend all about 
his strange adventure with Miss Harvey, and Juan would be eager to get in on 
the action. She would have two handsome, innocent young boys willing to lend 
their tender little cocks and hairless balls to whatever wicked games she 
might devise. If she could hold out against that temptation, there might be 
some hope for her. But at this point, Harriet simply didn't know what her 
decision would be. Her newly aroused sexual appetite seemed to the 
unpredictable.... 

It was three o'clock of the same afternoon, and Donny Morrison was waiting 
impatiently on the front steps of the city library for his friend Juan. 
Maybe Juan wouldn't show up at all. He certainly hadn't believed the story 
Donny had told him last night, about how the grim, mean-looking librarian 
had sucked his cock until he shot his cum into her mouth. In fact, Juan had 
just about died laughing, then complimented Donny on his marvelous 
imagination. The indignant Donny had then challenged Juan to meet him at the 
library the next afternoon and see for himself. Now he wondered if his 
friend would even bother to show for such an unlikely event. It did seem 
pretty wild, but Miss Harvey had invited them. 

Then Donny saw Juan in the distance, racing toward him, his blue-black hair 
flying in the wind. The handsome dark-eyed boy took the library steps in a 
few leaps and halted, panting, beside his blonde, blue-eyed friend. 

"Sorry!" gasped Juan. "I missed the bus and had to run!" He got his breath 
back, brushed long hair from his eyes, and then looked mischievously at 
Donny. "Well, has she done it yet? Did she come out on the steps and play 
with your peter?" 

Donny couldn't help laughing, the whole thing sounded so ridiculous. He 
could hardly blame Juan for being skeptical about it. Who would ever 
believe, in a million years, that a stern, strict old maid like Miss Harvey 
would take kids to her house and play happily with their genitals? But, if 
she'd been telling the truth, Juan would be convinced soon enough. Donny 
gestured toward the front door of the library. 

"Come on, let's go in and wait for her." 

Juan shrugged, grinned, and followed his friend. They strolled into the 
library, hands in pockets, trying to look nonchalant, and as they passed the 
check out desk Donny caught Harriet Harvey's eye. The skinny, sour-faced 
woman returned his gaze briefly but gave no other sign of recognition. The 
two boys then walked quickly to the sex section of the stacks to wait for 
her. As they arrived there, Juan gave a smothered laugh. 

"Oh, come on, man!" he chuckled. "You can't tell me that old maid sucked 
your cock! It looks like the only thing she ever sucked was lemons!" 

Donny sighed and whispered earnestly, "I tell you, it was just like I said! 
Honest! She took me to her place, had me undress, and then she took my peter 
in her mouth and sucked it! She really seemed to dig it! I don't know why, I 
didn't ask her-but that's what she did. And she sounded like she wanted to 
do it to you, too." 

Juan grinned in complete disbelief. "Well," he laughed, "as long as we're 
here, we might as well have a look at some of these books. There's a few 
things I've been wanting to find out, like how girls look without their 
clothes. There must be a book that shows that." 

"Oh, yeah, good idea!" agreed Donny. They commenced a silent search of the 
rows of books, and presently Donny took down a large red-bound volume 
entitled Human Sexual Anatomy. "This might do it," he whispered. 

The two boys sat on the floor and began to turn the pages of the big book 
intently. Most of it seemed to be nothing but big, boring words. Toward the 
back, however, they found a section of full-page color illustrations, and 
they halted abruptly at a realistic painting of the external female 
genitals. To the inexperienced young boys it looked like a Martian 
landscape. 

"Jeeze!" exclaimed Juan. "I never dreamed it would look like that!" 

"Weird!" added Donny. "It doesn't seem right, somehow, though. Do you 
suppose they left something out? I mean, there's no peter, no balls-" 

"Girls don't have any," answered Juan in a somewhat superior tone. "I know 
that much. But I see what you mean. How do they piss, I wonder? And what's 
all this stuff for?" He traced a brown finger over the red and pink 
convolutions of flesh in the diagram, ridges and depressions that seemed 
utterly mysterious in their function. 

"Golly, I don't know," sighed Donny. "I'm just glad I'm not a girl!" 

"Well, I'd like to know how all this works," said Juan. "Maybe we can get a 
girl to tell us sometime." 

"Hey!" exclaimed Donny. "I just thought of something! Maybe Miss Harvey will 
show us hers! I mean, she didn't seem nervous about playing with all my 
stuff, so maybe she'd let us play with her!" 

Juan laughed. "Oh, boy! That story again! Man, you really have an 
imagination, I'll say that! But-" He stopped abruptly and stared at his 
friend. Someone was coming! They could hear footsteps in the main aisle. 
Quickly Juan returned the big red book to its place on the shelf, and the 
two boys thrust their hands in their pockets again and made an 
innocent-looking study of the books on the other side of the aisle, a dusty 
collection of volumes on vegetable gardening.... 

When Harriet saw the two young boys enter the main room of the library, just 
after three o'clock, she struggled not to blush or to reveal in any way the 
near-panic she felt at their arrival. She had hoped she'd be spared this 
decision, that Donny would just forget the whole thing. But, no-not only had 
he come, apparently eager for more of her strange games, but he had brought 
his friend as well, no doubt fully briefed about Miss Harvey's unusual but 
exciting private life! 

Well, she would have to deal with them somehow. Even if she stoutly denied 
the whole incident with Donny, she couldn't risk having the boy go to Mr. 
Grimsby, perhaps even to the police, and make charges against her. The mere 
suspicion could cost her her job and reputation. There were plenty of 
people, liberal types and free thinkers, who'd be only too happy to see her 
disgraced and shamed. Her only course was to deal with the boys privately 
and somehow make them agree to keep quiet. She had no idea at all how she 
would manage that, but the first step would be to take them to her house, 
where they could speak freely. 

She drew herself up stiffly and marched back to the sex section of the 
stacks, where she knew they'd be waiting. Apparently it was the only part of 
the library they were familiar with! As she approached, she heard whispering 
and scurrying, and she knew just what was happening, even though she 
couldn't see it. They'd been pawing through those filthy books again and 
were trying to put them in order before she arrived! Harriet sighed. 

Turning into the aisle, she found the two young boys apparently absorbed in 
reading a large green book entitled Cabbages For Fun and Profit. She 
couldn't help smiling at their transparent deception. Nor could she resist 
noting the pleasant contract in the appearance of the two friends. Both were 
sturdy, healthy, and handsome, but they were opposites in coloring. Donny 
was pink, blonde, freckled, and blue-eyed, Juan a natural tan, with black 
hair and lovely warm brown eyes. It would be exciting to see them standing 
naked together, to study the total contrast of their handsome bodies ... 
But, no! That was not her purpose. She cleared her throat menacingly as she 
approached the boys. They jumped and spun around to gawk at her. 

Harriet assumed her crusading posture, thin arms folded grimly over flat 
chest, eyes hostile and slitted with suspicion. She knew very well how this 
appearance intimidated most people and made them apologetic and cooperative, 
even if they hadn't done anything wrong. It was ideal for making people feel 
guilty. 

Donny swallowed hard, and his voice came out in a squeak. "Oh, hello, Miss 
Harvey!" 

Harriet glared. "So! Back in your old haunts, are you? You two don't seem to 
learn very well! I very much doubt that you came here to learn about 
cabbages, either. No, I am not fooled! You will both go and wait at my car. 
We must talk privately." 

Both boys turned pale, then shuffled off in fear and guilt. Donny couldn't 
figure out why he felt that way or why Miss Harvey had been so mean. Just 
yesterday afternoon, for Chrissake, she'd been kneeling over him as he lay 
on her couch, her eyes warm and affectionate, murmuring, "I enjoyed it, too, 
dear. I liked sucking your cock very much...." So, now what was the matter? 
Why should she change like that? 

"Oh, boy," grumbled Juan as they walked dejectedly out of the library, "You 
and your bright ideas! I mean, it was a good story, but you didn't have to 
carry it so far! Now we're really in for it! She's so pissed, shell probably 
tell our parents everything, about how we were looking at that book and 
getting our cocks stiff and all that!" 

"I'm sorry!" Donny sighed. "I really am, Juan! If I'd thought she was going 
to be like that, I never would have come back to the library! Wow, I don't 
understand it at all!" 

The two boys reached Miss Harvey's big blue American car and leaned against 
it, silent now in their misery. In a few minutes they saw her walking toward 
them determinedly, her thin mouth set in its familiar grim line. She opened 
the front door for them, and they obediently scrambled inside. On the drive 
to Harriet's house, both boys were pale and silent. Harriet didn't talk, 
either. She was too busy trying to decide what to do with her young 
captives. 

Probably her best chance was to play her knowledge against theirs. Donny was 
the only first-hand witness to her wild, depraved act, and people weren't- 
likely to believe his unsupported story. She could use her discovery of the 
boys, in the act of jerking off, to persuade them never to tell. That was 
it, then. She turned the big car into her driveway, parked, led the boys 
inside the house. Silently they all trooped into the living room, and 
Harriet motioned the frightened boys to sit on the couch. She pulled up a 
straight-backed chair and sat down opposite them, studying them with a look 
of apparent contempt and exasperation. 

"'very well," she snapped, "Let's get on with it. I already know Donny, but 
I don't know you." She glared at the quaking Juan. "What is your name and 
age? Why did you return to that section of the library after promising to 
behave?" 

Juan gulped, then answered timidly, "My name is Juan Gonzales, ma'am, and 
I'm eleven. I know I promised you I'd be good, that day you caught us, but, 
well-" He hesitated. The reason he'd returned to the library had been 
Donny's crazy story about Miss Harvey sucking his cock. He'd thought it 
pretty unlikely, but, on the other hand, he'd never known his friend to lie 
to him before, and if there was even the remotest chance of getting in on 
action like that, he wasn't going to pass it up! But he could see now that 
if he mentioned all this, Miss Harvey would be madder than ever. "Well," he 
went on lamely, "I guess I'm just bad, that's all. I wanted to look at those 
books again." He hung his dark head, not knowing what else to say. 

While Juan talked, Harriet had been studying him. He was a sweet looking 
little boy, very pretty, with lively features and probably, when he wasn't 
scared, a lot of spirit and humor. She regretted having to bully him. She 
also regretted having to miss the opportunity to explore his smooth young 
body and play with his cock and balls as she had Donny's. Juan sat with his 
legs apart, as boys will, and she could plainly see the hard little bump of 
his crotch, making an enticing bulge in his jeans that somehow taunted her, 
mocked her. If only there was some way she could investigate it, have a 
chance to look at that boyish cock! She thought quickly, desperately, of how 
it could be managed without endangering her own position-and an idea came to 
her. 

"Listen to me, Juan," she said sternly when the dark boy had finished 
talking. "Donny told me why the two of you originally came to the library 
and looked at that book. An older boy named Jimmy had teased you, hadn't he, 
and claimed that your peters were abnormally small?" 

"Well, yeah," admitted Juan, blushing. "He told us the name of a book to 
look at, where it showed how big a peter should be. And we went to find out. 
But Donny says-" Juan stopped abruptly and blushed even redder. Donny had 
told him how Miss Harvey had inspected his cock and pronounced it normal in 
size. But if Juan admitted that, she'd probably be pissed as hell! He felt 
cornered, not knowing how to continue. 

"Go on," prompted the stern librarian. "What does Donny say?" 

Juan stuttered, but no words came out. Donny knew what the trouble was, what 
his friend was thinking about, and he felt the obligation to come to his 
rescue. After all, he'd gotten Juan into this mess! If Miss Harvey was going 
to get mad, she should get mad at him, Donny. 

"The thing is, Miss Harvey," Donny said slowly, "I was telling Juan how you 
helped me out. I mean, how you looked at my peter and told me it was okay. 
How you said that Jimmy was just putting us on, and all that." 

To their amazement, Miss Harvey smiled encouragingly. "That's right, Donny. 
That's just what I told you. I didn't want you to worry. Little boys often 
worry about the size of their peters, and in almost every case their worry 
is needless. I'm glad I could help you. But I don't want Juan to worry, 
either. I think it would be best if I had a look at his peter, too, to see 
if it's all right. I'd like to compare it with yours. Why don't both of you 
undress now, and we'll settle this question once and for all?" 

The two boys gawked at each other. Juan was taking Harriet's words literally 
and feeling very strange. But Donny's heart was pounding with excitement. 
This was just the way she'd started yesterday, getting him to undress, then 
playing with his cock! Oh, wow, was she going to do it again, with both of 
them? That would really be wild! He nodded very slightly to Juan, signaling 
him to cooperate. Juan looked frightened, but he obeyed. Both boys slipped 
quickly out of their jeans, T-shorts, and Jockey shorts, then stood nervous 
and naked before Harriet Harvey. 

Harriet's heart was pounding, too, harder than Donny's. She'd done it, 
pulled it off, without them suspecting a thing! She could hardly believe her 
good luck! She had two of them, two beautiful young boys, all to herself, 
and more than an hour to play with their delightful little cocks and balls 
before Bruce got home. She sighed deeply and made no resistance at all as 
her body responded to the situation, her small flat breasts abruptly 
tingling and swelling with excitement, her clit and labia puffing up and 
beginning to itch eagerly, her cunt giving a powerful contraction and 
starting the steady flow of hot juices that announced her arousal. She 
looked at the trembling, naked boys and licked her thing lips, happily, 
hungrily. 

Juan was a little shorter than Donny, a little stockier and stronger, his 
body a deeper shade of tan, but still he was slim, pure, and beautiful 
compared to the brutish power of the adult male form. Harriet focused 
unabashedly and greedily on his young genitals. She was delighted to find 
them as pretty and virginal as Donny's-perhaps just the slightest bit 
smaller and fatter, but just as pleasing to her hungry eyes. The dark boy's 
little pale cock had the same delicate web of blue veins and ended in the 
same amusing wrinkled point, and his tiny round balls hung loosely, pinkly, 
from their hairless straps of flesh, just as Donny's did. She could hardly 
wait to touch him, but she cautioned herself to go easy, not to alarm the 
boys with her feverish eagerness. 

Juan waited nervously as Miss Harvey studied his peter, wondering what her 
decision would be. He knew he was a little smaller than Donny, and he was 
afraid she would notice the fact and laugh at him. She was sitting very 
straight in her chair, her body held in its usual stern and authoritative 
manner, but he could see a strange gleam in her eyes as she gazed between 
his legs, and after a while she licked her thin lips as if she were tasting 
something. 

Juan couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "Well," he squeaked nervously, 
"what do you think, Miss Harvey? I guess it's kind of little, isn't it?" 

Harriet, who'd been lost in erotic thought, jumped a little and looked him 
in the eye. To his relief, her expression was gentle, and her voice was 
friendly. "Why, no, Juan, it doesn't look especially little to me. It seems 
quite normal for a boy your age. But you can never be completely sure until 
it gets hard. I won't know for certain until then. I'm going to make both 
yours and Donny's hard now, so we can find out. Don't be nervous. It won't 
hurt you. In fact, it will feel quite pleasant, won't it, Donny?" 

"Oh, yeah!" the blonde gulped. "Don't worry about a thing, Juan!" He gave 
his friend a quick, secret wink. She was going to do it, all right! She 
would play with them in all those weird, delightful ways, until their cocks 
and balls were stiff and tingling with crazy urges. Then, if they were 
really lucky, she might just suck them off! Donny quivered happily and 
closed his eyes to enjoy what was to come. He was glad his friend could be 
there to enjoy it, too. 

Juan was not so relaxed. It was beginning to look more and more as if Donny 
had told the truth, for Miss Harvey was proceeding in just the way he'd 
described. But still Juan just couldn't believe it. It was like some crazy 
dream, impossible to imagine that mean old lady enjoying such a thing. Well, 
all he could do was go along with it-he didn't want to make her mad again. 
He imitated his friend, closing his eyes and waiting. 

Suddenly Juan gasped as he felt Harriet's soft, warm hand enclosing his 
small limp cock and squeezing it playfully. She wrapped her fingers 
soothingly around his little shaft and began to work the loose skin 
delicately up and down over his inner hardness. It felt good, very good. 
Juan sighed and relaxed a little, wanting her to continue. At the same time 
he heard Donny sigh, too, and he took a quick peek through slitted eyes. Oh, 
wow, it couldn't be happening! The thin, stern librarian was on her knees 
before them, one white little cock in each hand, pumping them slowly and 
tenderly, her face alight with lewd pleasure.... 

As Harriet left her chair and knelt on the carpet only a few inches from the 
naked boys, she felt her excited cunt gush out a flood of juices, soaking 
her panties and dripping through to run hotly down her thighs. It was all 
too good, too sweet, to be true! Two lovely boys to play with and enjoy in 
whatever way she wanted! She had intended, at first, only to touch and 
compare them before letting them go under a vow of silence. But as she took 
their sweet, soft pricks in her hands, she knew that she wouldn't stop at 
that. No way! How could she bear to cut short a golden opportunity like 
this, how could she deny herself what was- likely to be the most exciting 
sexual experience of her life? She would go on to the end, not giving a damn 
about anything else! 

Flushing hotly with excitement, Harriet began to pump and squeeze the 
exquisite white little cocks that nestled trustingly in her hands. It was 
wild, delightful, to play with two pricks at once! Both boys shivered, 
trembled, and sighed as she worked on their cocks, keeping their eyes 
tightly shut to concentrate on the beautiful sensations she was giving them. 
The dark boy, Juan, seemed just a little nervous, so Harriet was extra 
gentle with him, pumping and rubbing his doughy, drooping cock with 
delicious slow pressure. 

Pausing then, the excited woman let both small organs rest in the palms of 
her hands and watched as they twitched and wobbled a little before subsiding 
limply and warmly into the nest of her flesh. She grinned mischievously to 
herself, then began to bounce the small plump cocks up and down on her 
palms, delighting in the way they flopped and wriggled and landed with a 
limp plop from every brief flight. They were-like two fat, drowsy, white 
worms, refusing to wake in spite of her vigorous play. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Hmmmm," she murmured, "what nice cocks you both have! I'm going to compare 
the heads of them now. Just stand very still while I do it." 

The two boys sighed together, though for different reasons. Donny knew what 
was to come now-the delicious slow retraction of his foreskin by Miss 
Harvey's skillful fingers-and he sighed with eagerness. Juan had no idea 
what she meant to do, and he sighed with regret, thinking that her pleasant 
toying with his penis was over. But both boys stiffened and gasped with 
delight as Harriet seized their wrinkled prepuces between thumb and finger 
and began to tug them back, teasingly, gradually, exposing with dainty 
slowness the secret red glans. 

Harriet's fingers trembled a little as she worked, and she felt eager saliva 
pool in her mouth as she thought of the twin red nuts she was soon to enjoy. 
Already she could see the dark fleshy tips of the boys' glans peeking out of 
their limp white sheaths, and in a few more moments, by gentle jerks and 
tweaks, she had uncovered most of the bright-gleaming glans. She was tempted 
by her own impatience to complete the exposure in one swift tug, but she did 
not wish to frighten the boys. Instead she eased the twin foreskins back 
very slowly until they were entirely retracted, then gawked hungrily at the 
two cherry-like tips of the little cocks. 

"You have very handsome peters! "she exclaimed to the quivering, sighing 
boys. "'very healthy and nice! I wonder how they taste?" 

Before either boy could respond, Harriet growled deep in her throat and 
dipped her head downward, flicking out her wet, horny tongue to nuzzle and 
lick first Donny's tender glans, then Juan's. The boys gasped in chorus and 
automatically leaned forward to rest their hands on Harriet's shoulders, 
Juan on the right and Donny on the left. The ecstatic woman then set to work 
noisily and rapidly, licking their quivering young cocks with the 
deliciously firm, slick tip of her tongue. She groaned and savored their 
salty, pure juices, dug her tongue tip deep into the little dark holes of 
their glans, slurped and gurgled and sighed as she circled their gleaming 
cock heads with her eager tongue. 

But even this incredible, heady experience was not enough for Harriet, now 
that she had decided to let herself go and enjoy the boys' genitals without 
guilt or reservation. Two cocks were beautiful, but she wanted them both at 
once! Growling lustily, she reached out and put her arms around the boys' 
slim hips, moved the two friends closer together until their naked bodies 
were touching. Now she had both wobbling redheaded little cocks side by 
side, nuzzling and bumping each other blindly. With a gurgling, animal 
noise, she dipped her head and sucked both young pricks into her mouth.... 

Donny's head spun with excitement as Miss Harvey's tongue made its first 
hot, slurping contact with the highly sensitive flesh of his glans. Oh, 
jeeze, it was just what he'd hoped for! He hoped now that she'd go on 
licking his thumping dick for hours, it felt so great! He quivered and 
moaned lightly as her tongue traced a burning circle around the head of his 
cock. 

Juan had enjoyed Miss Harvey's slow, teasing retraction of his foreskin, but 
he hardly anticipated a pleasure as great as this! When her slick pointed 
tongue first wormed its way into the hole of his glans, he hadn't even 
realized what it was, he'd only quivered with the most exquisite physical 
pleasure he'd ever known. But his curiosity impelled him to sneak a glance 
at what the older woman was doing, and his eyes nearly popped out of his 
head! The thin spinster librarian was licking the head of his cock like it 
was candy! He'd never heard of a thing like that, and for a moment he was 
shocked, but when her slick tongue tip darted in a dizzying circle all 
around the. sensitive base of his glans, he didn't care. He only wanted her 
to go on doing it to him. 

Now, as the greedy Harriet sucked both young cocks into her hot, spongy 
mouth, rubbing the shafts together with the fierce pressure of her tongue 
and cheeks, the two boys gasped, gripped her shoulders hard, and felt 
identical sensations, the quick shock of stiffening in their wagging balls, 
a delicious rippling of cock-skin, and then the sudden hardening of their 
hotly bathed little pricks. Two fierce erections wriggled and quivered in 
Harriet's lewdly working mouth, two small stiff cocks nudged the silky 
lining of her cheeks. She sucked happily, noisily on her prize, while the 
boys began to moan and jerk their slim hips, feeding her their young aroused 
pricks in blind, animal motions of fucking. 

"Oh, jeeze!" shrieked Juan. "That feels so great, Miss Harvey!" 

"Yeah!" agreed Donny. "Oh, boy, suck our cocks! This is wild!" 

Harriet was only too happy to obey. She increased her delicious suction, 
making a loud slurping noise, squeezing the two stiff, bounding little cocks 
together as they poked and probed wildly in her hot mouth. She gripped the 
boys' tight, smooth little asses in her hot hands and pulled their handsome 
bodies closer to her busy lips, till their hard little cockheads were 
butting the back of her throat. She thought blissfully of the mouthful of 
cum she'd get soon, more than she'd ever been allowed to taste and swallow 
before. It was a perfect fulfillment of all her deepest erotic dreams, to be 
sucking off two little boy cocks at once! 

But Harriet wanted to prolong their delightful play, to enjoy their handsome 
young bodies as long as she could. Wickedly, and to the immense 
disappointment of Donny and Juan, she spat out their wildly jerking little 
rods and looked up at the boys' flushed faces. 

"My, what hard cocks you have!" she grinned. "My mouth was getting a little 
tired. We'll do something else for a minute, something nice, and then I'll 
suck your dicks again." 

Both boys sighed but did not protest. Whatever this strange woman did to 
them, it seemed to be pleasant. 

Now she suddenly reached between their legs and cupped their fat little 
balls in her hot hands. She smiled happily to herself, oblivious to the 
boys' incredulous stares, and began gently bouncing the reddish rubbery 
globes on her palms. With their erections, the boys' balls had plumped up, 
too, filling tightly with their virgin seed, though neither Juan nor Donny 
had any idea what all that action was for. They only knew that it felt good 
when Miss Harvey played with their growing, fattening testicles, first the 
tender bouncing, then a gentle cupping and squeezing. They closed their eyes 
again, resting on her shoulders, and Harriet nuzzled ticklingly between each 
pair of slim legs in turn, flicking the sweet, hobbling globes with her wet 
tongue. Then she began to lick, taste, and lash more vigorously, making the 
boys' pink, tingling balls gleam with her saliva. That was very nice, 
indeed, the boys thought, almost as nice as having their cocks sucked! 

"Ummmm!" muttered Harriet. She seemed to love the taste of their young, 
flapping balls, and now she was slowly and tenderly sucking them into her 
mouth, one after the other, and palpitating them with her big tongue. 

As she moved leisurely and deliciously from one testicle to another, the 
boys moaned delightedly, and at the tip of both their small stiff cocks 
there appeared a creamy white droplet, oozing slowly out of the holes of 
their glans. Harriet noticed this, and with greedy eyes she left off sucking 
their balls, darted out her tongue, and lapped up the pearly bubbles from 
the tips of their cocks, tasting and savoring their subtle differences. 

"Ohhhh!" she moaned deliriously. "I want to suck both your cocks again! I 
want you to cum in my mouth now!" 

The boys quivered eagerly and poked their small hard rods rhythmically in 
her eager face. Donny knew what was to happen, but he could hardly wait to 
have his achingly stiff peter sucked into the hot comfort of her mouth, to 
be vacuumed and pressured and squeezed by her expert tongue and cheeks until 
he shot his wad blissfully into her tight throat. Juan didn't know quite 
what to expect from this "cumming" business, except that Donny had told him 
there was nothing else like it, that he would squirt cream from the end of 
his peter and feel like crying out with joy. Harriet grasped the boys' hips 
again, urging them closer together, and they quickly obeyed her touch, 
moving to make their cocks meet and rub snugly together in one enticing, 
jutting rod. 

Harriet moaned in anticipation of the feast that was to come, then bent down 
and sipped the sweet red tips of the boys' pricks, sucked them slowly, with 
hot, gentle sliding, all the way inside the furnace of her mouth. She rubbed 
her tongue over the two quivering, stiffly poking rods, squeezed them wetly 
between her' cheeks, then began a wild, noisy, vigorous sucking that made 
both boys squeal with intense pleasure. They began to jerk their hips as 
fast as they could, nudging her hard throat, bumping the tips of their 
frantic cocks together, and groaning steadily as she sucked them harder and 
harder, drawing them relentlessly back into her greedy hot throat. 

"Ahhhhh, Jesus!" cried Juan. "Suck me, suck me!" 

"Ohhh, ohh, uhhhHHHH!" grunted Donny. "Oh, that's great, Miss Harvey! I'm 
gonna cum!" 

Harriet groaned her approval, her mouth happily stuffed with leaping, 
bounding cocks, and then her steadily contracting cunt pumped out a steaming 
pool of juice as she felt the first sharp, hot squirt of Donny's little 
prick, a teasing plop of salty cream deep in her throat. She sucked faster 
and harder, urging him on, and the boy squealed happily, battered her chin 
with his jerking loins, and shot a delicious thin stream of hot sticky boy 
cum into her gulping mouth. Juan's small pounding cockhead was showered with 
the stuff as well, hotly and sweetly bathed as it collided deep in Harriet's 
mouth with Donny's squirting glans. The dark boy moaned, felt his balls 
cinch up and begin to pump their load through the rippling shaft of his 
driving cock, and then he, too, squealed with delight as he felt his virgin 
cum shooting out in long fiery streams, mingling with his best buddy's cum 
in her cock-torturing, cum-drinking mouth. Harriet gurgled, almost wept with 
joy, and frantically tasted, lapped, and swallowed every sweet drop of 
sticky little boy cum the boys fed her. She seized their tight, straining 
buttocks, fingered their moist, fragrant ass-holes, pulled their bodies 
fiercely to her, and pumped them dry. 

At last Harriet released the exhausted little boys and let them fall, 
flushed and panting, onto the couch. She licked her lips, savoring the very 
last of the salty cum that had flooded her mouth, and swallowed, regretting 
that it was all over so soon. Then she bent over' the weak and half-faint 
young boys and licked their limp little cocks clean. 

"Oh, man!" sighed Juan, his eyes flickering open at last to rest gratefully 
on Harriet's flushed face. "So that's 'cumming' " 

"Yeah," breathed the satisfied Donny, "isn't it kick ass, Juan?" 

"It sure it!" his friend agreed. "But, hey, Miss Harvey, you never did tell 
me whether you thought my peter was okay! Did it seem normal to you?" 

"Oh, yes, Juan," purred Harriet, "it was just fine! You have nothing to 
worry about." 

"Well, that's a relief!" sighed Juan. While Donny lay drowsy and resting, 
the more energetic and curious dark boy sat up and looked eagerly at 
Harriet. "Say, Miss Harvey, I bet you know all about these things! Maybe you 
could tell us about girls. I mean, we've never seen a girl undressed before, 
and we got the idea that they're different from boys, only we're not sure 
how. We were looking at a book in the library, with a picture of how girls 
are supposed to be, but it was kinda hard to understand. Don't they have 
peters or balls or anything like that?" 

Harriet laughed. It seemed that every generation of little boys had to make 
this astounding discovery all over again. She remembered Bruce's look of 
utter disbelief the first time he'd seen her naked pussy, how he couldn't 
understand a person operating normally without male equipment. 

"No, Juan," she replied warmly, "girls don't have cocks or balls. They have 
other things, things that are just as useful and just as much fun. They pee 
through a little hole between their legs, and they have an anus, just like 
boys do. But they have other things that boys don't have, like a cunt." 

"What's a cunt?" Juan and Donny chorused eagerly. 

"It's a middle hole between a girl's legs, for babies to come out of later, 
when she's grown up, and for fucking." 

"What's fucking?" they chorused again. 

Harriet blushed at her open usage of such words, but felt they were better 
than complicated scientific terms. Now she laughed at the boys' complete 
innocence. "Well," she began, wondering just how to explain things, "fucking 
is when a man and woman make love, to start a baby or just to enjoy each 
other. The man puts his cock in the woman's cunt and moves it in and out, 
and it's a lot of fun for them both. At the end, they both cum." 

"Does the girl squirt cream, too?" asked Donny. 

"No," said Harriet, "but she feels just as nice as you do when you squirt 
yours." The talk was going so easily, the boys so open and anxious to learn, 
that she got a lovely idea, a plan for more fun which she knew they'd 
readily accept. "We still have some time," she said invitingly. "Would you 
like to see a cunt? I could show you mine, and you could touch it and find 
out what it's like." 

"Oh, boy, yes!" cried Juan. 

"Sure!" agreed Donny. "That'd be a lot better than looking at a book!" 

"Well, come on, then," laughed Harriet. 

She led the two eager boys to her bedroom, conscious of the fact that this 
was her ultimate and final surrender to her own worse nature. It was not 
enough for her to have sucked off the two little boys. No, she must offer 
them her own body as well! But Harriet Harvey was beyond caring at this 
point. She'd already done enough with Donny and Juan to disgrace herself 
forever, so what did it matter what she did now?" 

Harriet pulled down the covers of her double bed and turned to the excited 
boys. "In you go!" she smiled. "I'll be right with you!" 

Juan and Donny obediently hopped onto the bed, then watched in utter 
fascination, hardly breathing, as Harriet began to take off her clothes. 
They'd never even seen a woman in her underwear before, let alone naked. An 
older, experienced man would not have been much impressed with the sight of 
Harriet undressing: she was too old, too flat, and too thin to fulfill 
anyone's dreams of the ideal American girl. But to Donny and Juan the whole 
thing was a realization of their wildest fantasies. It was hardly to be 
believed, that they should be allowed to loll on a big, comfortable bed and 
watch a grown woman take off her clothes and show them everything they'd 
always wanted to know about the opposite sex! At last Harriet had discarded 
the final article of clothing, and the two boys stared at her body. 

To Donny and Juan her breasts seemed quite large, a curious but somehow 
lovely appendage denied to boys. The rest of her body was not too much 
different from theirs, aside from being more rounded in the hips and 
daintier in the limbs, with one exception-the strange little bush of golden 
hair that puffed between her legs and the apparently complete absence of 
genitals. The boys stared at her snatch in awe. 

"I know," blushed Harriet, "it doesn't look like much! Everything is 
hidden." 

To illustrate her point, she joined them on the bed, stretched out on her 
back, and spread her legs wide, wondering at her own boldness but at the 
same time feeling sharp excitement. "Now," she ordered, "Look at that." 

They looked. They could hardly help it. They'd never dreamed it would all 
look like that, an amazingly complicated set of folds and valleys and holes 
whose function they couldn't even guess at. The flesh varied from light pink 
to dark red, and was puffy, moist, and gleaming. It was all fringed with 
soft, curly hair. 

"Golly," muttered Juan, licking his lips in concentration, "how does it all 
work?" 

Harriet forced a patient smile. She was getting a little tired of playing 
the teacher at this point. She wanted to be touched and played with. Quickly 
she pointed out the major parts of her mysterious apparatus. "This is the 
anus, just like yours. And here's the cunt I was telling you about. Here is 
the pee hole, and then this bump here is called the clitoris-that's where a 
woman-likes to be touched most of all. Now I have a game for us to play." 

She quickly arranged the boys in the posture she wanted, kneeling on either 
side of her with their little white asses toward her face. She spread her 
legs wider, so the boys could easily explore her parts. "All right," she 
said nervously, "you can touch me wherever you want and I'll do the same to 
you." 

The boys were too timid to touch Harriet at first. They only knelt and 
stared. But Harriet went right for the place she wanted, the one place she 
had caressed but hadn't toyed with yet, the small, tight, puckered openings 
of their anuses. Swiftly and skillfully she worked her little fingers into 
the tight-muscled openings, just a short distance at first, and began a 
teasing circular motion. Both boys squeaked, then sighed with the naughty 
pleasure of having their ass-holes poked by Miss Harvey's expert fingers. 

"Do you like that, boys?" Harriet asked softly. 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Juan. 

"Ummmm!" mumbled Donny. 

Harriet continued her slow, mischievous probing of the two sweet little 
anuses, and the boys soon felt lusty and emboldened. Half-consciously moving 
their asses in time to her strokes, helping the steady by minute progress of 
her fingers up the narrow, hot passages, the two boys felt the stirrings of 
sexual excitement and were prompted to reach out and touch all the female 
parts offered to their curious hands. Juan first stroked Harriet's pussy 
fur, finding it very soft and pleasant, while Donny explored her tits with 
gentle, sweaty hands, rubbing the small brown nipples into stiff erection. 
Harriet moaned softly and gave their ass-holes a rewarding poke. 

Juan remembered what Miss Harvey had said about the small fat nub of flesh 
called the clitoris-that a woman liked to be touched there best of all. He 
sensed, too, that her sexual parts were as sensitive-and tender as his own, 
so he proceeded carefully. With one slightly grubby, brown index finger he 
touched the little nub and rubbed it briefly. Miss Harvey gasped, then 
sighed contentedly, encouraging him to continue. He did so, circling the fat 
red shaft with his finger, and he saw all her secret parts puff up and grow 
moist. 

Meanwhile Donny was gathering his courage. What he wanted was to explore the 
hole called the cunt, to see how big it was and what it felt like inside. He 
waited and watched as Juan palpitated Miss Harvey's funny red bump, making 
her sigh and smile and causing her labia to swell and grow wet. When he was 
sure that she was digging it all and very ready to be touched, he timidly 
bent over and wriggled his forefinger into the recessed middle hole between 
her legs. It was very hot and juicy inside, pleasant to feel, and his finger 
slipped easily up the slick length of her cunt until it was all the way in. 
Man, it was long! He'd gotten his finger in as far as he could, and he still 
couldn't feel the end. He understood now, though, that the passage was 
designed to serve the adult penis, like the one he'd studied in the library, 
and so it would have to be pretty large. He worked his finger around in her 
cunt, stimulating it to squirt hot, sticky juices that oozed out and soaked 
his small hand. Miss Harvey seemed to enjoy what he was doing. She was 
beginning to move her hips, rubbing all her red, wet folds against his hand, 
and her thin lips were drawn back in an abandoned smile. 

Harriet moaned steadily with the incredible joy of having her clit and cunt 
massaged and caressed by the boys' gentle hands and fingers. But she didn't 
forget her work, either. By now she'd slipped her two little fingers all the 
way up the boys' wriggling asses, the white, puckered mouths sucking 
rhythmically at the base of each finger. She began a very gentle in and out 
motion, arousing the boys to a steady pumping of their asses in time with 
her delicious friction. Then she used her free fingers to tickle their limp, 
flopping balls, bouncing and nudging them till they grew rosy pink and began 
to stiffen. Both boys returned the favor by working faster, with sweet 
flying fingers, on her clit and cunt. Juan, who seemed the more aggressive 
and daring of the two, used his free hand to poke a small stiff finger up 
Harriet's anus, so that she was getting beautiful jolts of pleasure from 
three sources now. 

"Ohhhh!" moaned the flushed librarian. "That's lovely! How do your cocks 
feel?" 

"Mine's all stiff again!" yelped Juan as she gave his ass-hole a delicious 
poking. 

"Mine's getting hard, too," sighed Donny, "and my balls are all swelled up!" 

Harriet began to finger-fuck the boys' anuses very swiftly and dizzyingly, 
and they both moaned and pumped their handsome small asses. "Oh, wow, Miss 
Harvey!" cried Juan. "This is great! But I want to try that other thing, 
too, what you called fucking." 

"You certainly are an eager learner, Juan!" laughed Harriet. "All right, you 
can try it." She kept her voice playful, but her loins were hot and churning 
with excitement as she thought of his small stiff prick nosing into her cunt 
to poke and jab away his virginity, to bang her innocently into a 
desperately needed orgasm. 

Harriet sat up and assessed the situation. She was taller and heavier than 
Juan, so she wouldn't sit or lie on him. Donny backed off a little to watch 
his friend, and Harriet held her arms out. "Lie on me, Juan," she said 
huskily, "get between my legs." 

The dark boy eagerly obeyed, climbing atop Harriet's thin, flushed body, his 
head coming only to her tits. Harriet trembled with excitement. "Now," she 
moaned, "put your cock in my cunt, Juan!" 

Juan did his best to obey, as eager as she was to try the experiment, but he 
couldn't seem to find the right place. Harriet winced as she felt his sharp 
little cock jabbing blindly and roughly against her belly, her clit, her 
labia, but failing to slip into her juicy, waiting cunt. "Here," she sighed, 
"Let me help you." 

She seized his furiously poking stiff cock and guided it to the wet, gasping 
mouth of her vagina. Penetration was easy. Juan's deliciously hard little 
rod squished all the way in with his first poke, and he and Harriet gasped 
with pleasure and began pumping their hips in the motions of fucking. 

"Uuhhhh!" gurgled Juan. "Oh, man, this is great!" 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Harriet, loving every fierce little thrust of his virgin 
cock. "Yes, Juan, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" 

The slim brown boy bounced and pumped on top of Harriet, his eyes tightly 
shut, his white teeth clenched, as he sought instinctively to dig his cock 
deeper into her, to bury his maddened prick in her spongy hole. He felt 
blinding buzzes of pleasure from the tip of his cock with every thrust 
against the hot slick wall of her cunt. His urge was to bang her harder and 
swifter with every prick stroke until he shot his load, and he pumped his 
small ass blissfully toward that goal, thinking dizzily that this fucking 
business was the biggest kick of his young life. 

But for Harriet it was not so great. She loved the sweet hard thrusts of his 
stiff white prick, but his boyish rod was too small for her mature vagina, 
its base too narrow to tug and stimulate her labia, its shaft too short to 
penetrate her fully. She needed more cock, desperately needed a larger, 
fatter organ to pound and stuff her to orgasm. Feverishly she glanced at 
Donny. The blonde was sitting beside them watching in total fascination as 
his friend's stiff little cock flew rapidly in and out of Miss Harvey's 
cunt. He was anxious to have his turn at this wild new game, and his own fat 
prick was twitching impatiently. 

"Donny!" gasped Harriet. "Put your cock in me, too! There's room for both of 
you!" 

She swung over on her side, taking the wildly rutting Juan with her, holding 
him tightly in her arms so that he didn't miss a stroke. He was so absorbed 
now in having his first fuck that he didn't even notice the change of 
position, just went on happily poking away in the squishing hole that 
engulfed his frantic cock. Donny cuddled up to Harriet's thin back, wriggled 
between her legs, and began nudging his excited, tight prick in the general 
direction of the action. Mainly by luck, his blind strokes landed his cock 
at the slippery, sucking mouth of Harriet's cunt just as Juan was thrusting 
his dick in, and Donny's prick was pulled along for the ride. He felt his 
cock heading in alongside Juan's, then the burning wetness of Harriet's 
muscular cunt wall, and in this first virgin thrust of his prick he knew 
what to do. He must keep feeding it to her, poking her, until his sensitive, 
excited glans was rubbed into an explosive cum. He closed his eyes and 
banged away happily, keeping perfect time with Juan. 

Harriet moaned in complete bliss, filled and jabbed by two young cocks, at 
last getting the friction and stretching she craved. It was wild to realize 
that she was deflowering two boys at once, getting the most beautiful double 
fucking any woman ever had! Their warm, sweaty bodies hugged her on both 
sides, their stiff, eager cocks split her with boyish energy as they smashed 
together inside her cunt, and she abandoned herself utterly to her dizzying 
flight toward orgasm. 

"AAAaaahhhh!" shrieked Harriet. "Fuck me, boys, fuck me, UHHHHHH!" Her thin 
body exploded then in wild convulsions of cumming, rocking the two 
youngsters and making them cling desperately to her to keep from being 
thrown off. 

Donny and Juan felt the powerful grip of Harriet's mature vaginal muscles, 
contracting, milking, and pumping their fat little cocks, and both boys 
filled the room with their surprised and delighted shrieks as they felt hot 
sperm jet from their squeezing balls and out the throbbing holes of their 
glans, their cUm intermingling and bathing their intertwined cocks inside 
one cunt. They banged away furiously, joyfully, to squirt her full of their 
little boy cum, and Harriet sobbed gratefully. 

"Oh, yes, my darlings!" she moaned. "Give me your cum, give it all to me!" 

At last the sweating, trembling trio fell into a limp triangle on the bed, 
and Harriet sighed deeply as a hot little trickle of their whipped-up sperm 
ran from her satisfied cunt to pool on the sheet. 

"Jesus," muttered Juan, "I practically fainted!" 

"Me, too!" exclaimed Donny. "Fucking is outa sight!" 

"It certainly is!" sighed Harriet, giving both boys an affectionate squeeze 
and kissing their cheeks. 

They lay quietly and drowsily for a few minutes more, until Harriet happened 
to glance at the clock on her dressing table. It was almost five, Bruce 
would be home any minute! 

"Oh, dear!" squeaked Harriet. "Look at the time! You must dress quickly and 
leave, boys! I don't want my brother to find you here!" 

Donny and Juan fumbled into their clothes, and Harriet seized her robe from 
the closet. They'd hardly finished covering themselves when they heard 
Bruce's car in the driveway and then a car door slamming. 

"You won't have to time to use the back door!" whispered Harriet. "Quick, 
out the window!" 

She threw the bedroom window up, and the boys climbed out and ran down the 
alley. 

When they'd slowed down, panting, a few blocks away, Donny gasped, "See, I 
told you the truth, didn't I? She sucked our cocks and everything!" 

"Yeah," sighed Juan, "but I still don't believe it!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Back at the Harvey house, Bruce found his sister flushed and animated, but 
he was too excited himself to worry or think about it. Miss Jennings had 
agreed to marry him, he announced to Harriet. The wedding would take place 
as soon as possible. 

"Oh, Bruce," Harriet exclaimed, "I'm so happy for you! You certainly didn't 
waste any time, though, did you?" 

"Nope," Bruce chuckled. "The way I look at it, Harriet, the time to live is 
now. It's stupid to keep putting it off for the future. 

Harriet wholeheartedly agreed with her brother, and she envied him, too. He 
had found the answer to his needs so simply and quickly, and he seemed to 
have no misgivings or doubts about what he wanted. She wished gloomily that 
things were just as simple for her. The thing she wanted and enjoyed-the 
love of young boys-was exactly the thing she must give up if she valued her 
job, her reputation, and her freedom. But what would she do for a 
substitute? Her choice seemed to be between danger and frustration. 

The next day at the library Miss Harriet Harvey appeared to the patrons and 
staff more sour-looking, grim, and cold than ever. She had lain awake most 
of the night making a very hard decision, to give up Juan and Donny before 
she ruined their lives and her own. She knew it was the right thing to do, 
and he had always prided herself on unflinchingly doing the right thing. But 
she felt as if she had nothing left to live for now. 

Late afternoon came, the time when grade school let out, and soon Harriet 
saw Donny and Juan enter the library and glance at her meaningfully, 
eagerly, then trot off to the sex section of the stacks. Back for more! What 
complete innocents they were. Un-like Harriet, the boys seemed to have no 
fears or guilt about this strange triple affair. All they did was enjoy it. 
Harriet wished again that things were as simple for her as they were for 
other people. She sighed deeply and walked back into the stacks to join her 
young friends. 

"Hi, Miss Harvey!" chirped Donny when she entered the aisle where the boys 
were waiting. "Can you get off work early? Can we go to your house?" 

"Yeah, Miss Harvey," Juan chimed in, "can we do some more fucking today? 
That would be really cool!" 

Harriet felt ready to cry. She knew the boys would be bitterly disappointed 
with her decision but they could never feel as depressed and bitter as she 
did. Their whole long lives lay ahead of them, and they would have other 
lovers and other kinds of happiness. But for Harriet Harvey it was all over. 
Young boys were all she wanted, but her stern conscience had convinced her 
to renounce them forever. 

"Boys," she said sadly, "there are a few things I must tell you. I want you 
to listen carefully." 

She stood close to the two little boys, putting her arms around their 
shoulders and keeping her voice low, so no one would overhear what she had 
to say. "Donny and Juan, I haven't told you everything I should have. I've 
had a wonderful time with you, and I'm going to miss you both very much-but 
we must stop seeing each other. We must never give away our secret, either. 
You see, what we've been doing is against the law. It's illegal for an older 
woman like me to have sex with young boys, mere children. If anybody found 
out about it, you'd go to reform school and I'd go to jail for a long time. 
That's why we must stop." 

Donny and Juan looked ready to cry, but Harriet could see that they 
understood and would cooperate. She felt tender and proud of their young but 
brave response. She kissed them both, and they hugged her sadly. "You 
understand, don't you, boys?" she asked. 

"Yeah, Miss Harvey," sighed Donny. "I do. It just seems so unfair, that's 
all!" 

"Yeah!" exclaimed Juan: Who're we hurting? All we 're doing is having fun 
together. Nobody else is involved, so why should it be against the law?" 

"I know," said Harriet softly, "and I agree with you. It's very unfair. 
Nevertheless, that's how it is, and I can't let myself put you in danger. 
Now, you'd better run along and forget all about me." 

"I'll never do that!" cried Donny tearfully. "I'll never forget you, Miss 
Harvey!" 

"Me, either," said Juan. He put his arms around Harriet's waist in fierce 
affection. "Golly, Miss Harvey, couldn't we do it just one more time? I'll 
do whatever you say, I'll never tell anybody, but couldn't we have sort of a 
goodbye party?" 

"Please?" Donny joined in. "It would be a lot easier to take that way, 
ma'am." 

Harriet smiled and tousled the boy's hair. "I know this is very sudden," she 
said in a friendly but firm voice. "I know it's hard. But you'll get over 
it. Now, run along!" 

"Ah, please, Miss Harvey! Juan begged. He began to caress her small breasts 
as if unwilling to give them up. "Just one more time! Well never tell, 
honest!" 

"Please?" added Donny. In his desperation the rather shy young boy felt 
daring enough to court and tempt the prim older woman, and he quickly, 
blushingly, slipped his small hands up her skirt, wriggled a finger inside 
the crotch of her panties, and began to rub her dry clit. The effect on 
Harriet was powerful and immediate. Her body flushed, her cunt spat out its 
hot juices, and she swayed in the boys arms. 

"Donny! Juan!" she gasped, blushing deeply. "Not here! Someone might see 
us!" 

"Let's go to your house, then!" said Donny eagerly. 

Harriet felt powerfully torn between conscience and desire. She would not 
take the boys to her house again, she was firm on that. But she wanted their 
young bodies so badly that she felt herself yielding to their demands. Maybe 
they were right: her decision had been cruelly sudden, and it would be 
easier on everyone if they had a happier parting. Just one more time 
couldn't hurt, not if they were careful. Juan's mischievous hands tweaked 
her nipples and cupped her breasts, and Donny's teasing fingers circled the 
throbbing, wet shaft of her clit. Harriet melted. 

"Boys," she whispered throatily, "there's a storeroom in the basement. We 
could go there." 

"Oh, boy!" panted Juan. "That would be great!" 

"Let's go!" urged Donny. "We can have a really cool goodbye party!" 

Harriet smiled and wantonly cupped the crotches of both boys, thrilling to 
the hard little bulges of their cocks. They would be hers again, one more 
time, to fondle, lick and suck! It would be a beautiful memory to relive 
afterward when she. had given up sex. 

"Come on!" she said and laughed. 

The happy boys followed Miss Harvey's straight, thin back as she led them 
down the back stairs of the library and into the cool, dim basement. There 
was a small storeroom where some supplies were kept, and Harriet took them 
inside and closed the door. 

"No one comes here except the night janitor," she whispered. "We should be 
safe." Harriet indulged herself in a moment of studying the tight little 
bulges of the boys' crotches, glorying in the knowledge that both would soon 
be hers to explore, then commanded excitedly, "Let's get undressed now!" 

"Right on!" cried Juan. The two boys shucked their clothes in record time 
and were naked before Harriet had finished. They stood watching her as she 
shed her garments, wondering breathlessly what strange pleasures the thin 
librarian had in mind for their last session. Both boys were sad that the 
whole thing had to come to an end, but right now their immediate excitement 
made their faces animated and shining. Harriet tossed aside the last of her 
clothes and advanced upon the boys, her small breasts bouncing, her slim 
body mottled red with eagerness. 

"Now, boys," she purred. "Just lean against the wall here and relax for a 
while. I want to inspect your peters and see if they're in good condition." 

"Oh, mine's fine!" Juan assured her. 

"Mine, too," said Donny. "All ready to go, ma'am!" 

But Harriet insisted on the inspection. It was such a lovely excuse to 
fondle and play with the two little white cocks she adored! The boys leaned 
their backs against the storeroom wall, and Harriet knelt before them and 
took their limp, drowsy pricks in her hand. Both organs were quite flaccid 
and droopy, seemingly content to curl up in her palms and sleep. But Harriet 
was determined to wake them up. She gave them a vigorous bouncing, then a 
rough petting and stroking, but still the young cocks refused to rise to 
attention. 

"What naughty cocks you have!" she chided. "They won't stand up! I'm afraid 
they'll have to be punished for that-I'm going to give them a bath!" 

Donny and Juan giggled and nudged each other, realizing that Miss Harvey was 
only joking and actually meant to go on playing with them. Then they gasped 
and exchanged blissful glances as Miss Harvey seized both flopping white 
pricks, holding them at attention, and began to lick the tips noisily and 
hotly with her strong wet tongue. It felt very good, very soothing, and the 
boys shut their eyes and sighed. 

Harriet had just thought of a new method of working back the boys' 
foreskins, by using her stiff tongue instead of her fingers. She liked the 
new way much better. It allowed her to expose the secret red nuts with the 
same sweet slowness as before, only in addition she got to taste the 
delicious young male essence of the boys, first nudging back the wrinkled, 
sleepy white flesh of the prepuce with her stiff tongue tip, then working 
inside to lick up the moisture of the glans. Her tender but lascivious 
efforts soon caused the small-pricks to ripple, quiver, and harden, so that 
they stood up without her help and she was able to use her hands for other 
explorations. 

"Ooooo! Yeah!" exclaimed Juan as he felt Miss Harvey's little finger wriggle 
juicily up his tight anus and her other fingers applying a feathery but 
tantalizing tickling to his flapping balls. 

"Uhhhhh! Ummmm!" moaned Donny as she did the same to him, finger-fucking his 
small slick ass-hole and tickling his little balls from flapping limpness 
into stiff fattening. His body seemed to be learning very quickly. Much as 
he loved Miss Harvey's delicious, expert play with his cock, balls, and 
anus, and wanted it to continue, he already felt the urge to fuck, to bury 
his stiffening twitching cock in some soft, wet, clinging sheath and poke 
away till he came. 

Juan felt the same burning need. All this stuff was great, mind-blasting, 
especially the insistent slurping of Miss Harvey's tongue around the 
sensitive shaft of his glans, but in his opinion fucking beat everything 
else. In a few years, when he'd learned a lot more, he'd be saying that he 
wanted to get his rocks off-but Juan didn't know the phrase now. He only 
knew that he wanted his cock in Miss Harvey's cunt, so he could bang away 
and shoot out his cum. 

But Harriet had other things in mind for this last session with her small 
lovers, a final orgy they'd never forget. She recalled the double fucking of 
yesterday, the two plunging little cocks united side by side in her grateful 
cunt, and though it gave her a wicked thrill to recall it, it also seemed 
clumsy to her. She had a better idea, a way in which they could all be 
satisfied at once but each in a different way. But first she had to make the 
boys' dicks hard, dicks hard. 

Still working her little fingers busily in the juicy tight ass-holes, and 
giving the boys' plumping, throbbing balls a dizzyingly sweet tickle, 
Harriet opened her mouth wide and succeeded in fastening her lips around 
both red, bright cockheads. She gave them a quick, vigorous massage with her 
lips, and both boys whinnied like excited colts. Then she sucked the two fat 
cocks into her mouth and gave them a stiff washing arid scrubbing with her 
big muscular tongue that made the boys writhe and moan and jerk their little 
hips in a frenzy of rutting. Harriet sucked with all the pressure she could 
produce, squeezing the two hard, poking cocks between cheeks and tongue, 
drawing them relentlessly into the hot cavern of her throat. 

"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Juan. "Oh, man, that's great! But, Miss Harvey, will 
we get to fuck, too? I'd really like to do that again!" 

"Yeah, Miss Harvey," gasped Donny, "I wanta try it again, too and-uh, uh, 
ahhhh!" Both boys were reduced to inarticulate groans and sighs as Harriet 
squeezed their pricks together lusciously in the trap of her tongue and 
cheeks, rubbing the two raw glans together so that the boys' juices oozed 
and mingled for her taste buds. She milked them of all the lubricating 
fluids they could produce, lapped and savored and swallowed, before gurgling 
contentedly and spitting out the two jerking, flushed little pricks. 

"So you want to fuck?" she asked lazily. 

"Oh, yeah!" chorused the excited boys. 

"Well," she said, suddenly stem, "the answer is no." The boys looked ready 
to cry with disappointment, and Harriet laughed. "What I mean to say is, I 
have something much nicer for us to do! You'll both cum, but not in my cunt. 
Your peters need something tighter to fit into. Now, Donny, you stay just 
where you are, leaning against the wall, and, Juan, you come around behind 
me." 

Juan obeyed in an eager scurry, taking his place behind the squatting woman 
and eyeing the red slit of her vulva and the brown wrinkled mouth of her 
anus. 

He was dying of curiosity. What new game had Miss Harvey devised?"Now, 
here's what we're going to do," Harriet announced, grinning in anticipation. 
"I'm going to suck Donny off, till he cums in my mouth. I happen to know 
that he-likes that very much-don't you, Donny? " 

"Oh, yes, ma'am!" chirped the happy boy. 

"And while I'm doing that, Juan, I want you to put your peter in my anus and 
fuck me there. I think you'll find it much tighter and more fun than my 
cunt. All right?" 

"Whatever you say, ma'am," replied Juan, licking his lips and studying the 
puckered brownish hole. He thought it was kind of a weird request, but if it 
was anything like having an expert finger wriggled up your ass-hole, he 
guessed she'd really enjoy it. He seized the thin hard cheeks of her 
buttocks and pointed his small stiff cock at her tight anal mouth. "I'm 
ready, ma'am!" 

"All right," answered Harriet. She could feel her cunt dripping a steady 
stream of juices now, her tits buzzing with excitement, as she prepared to 
put her body in total service of the two young boys, one at each end. 
"Donny," she said breathlessly, "maybe you'd like to watch Juan put his 
peter in my ass. Then come back and I'll suck yours." 

"Okay, Miss Harvey!" said the delighted Donny. This was something he didn't 
want to miss. He hurried around the crouching librarian and saw that she'd 
opened her legs as wide as she could to make it easier for Juan to find and 
enter her ass-hole. Juan was licking his lips a little nervously but was 
having no trouble keeping his small cock stiff and ready. The gleaming red 
glans was resting right on the brown pucker of Miss Harvey's anus, giving 
Harriet a delicious wet kiss of young flesh that made her cunt spurt another 
river of juices. 

"All right, Juan," she hissed excitedly, "put your peter in me now!" 

Juan frowned in concentration, and used his sweaty fingers to wriggle the 
moist tip of his cock just inside the clinging, wrinkled lips of Harriet's 
anus. Then he pushed as hard as he could, and both boys' eyes widened in 
wonder as Juan's fat white prick popped with a loud squish into Harriet's 
ass-hole and was swallowed right up to the base. 

"Jeeze!" exclaimed Donny. "You went all the way in! How does it feel, Juan?" 

"Oh, man!" moaned the dark-haired boy, closing his eyes in ecstasy. "This is 
the greatest! It's so tight and hot!" 

"Then fuck me, Juan," Harriet said huskily. "Fuck my ass all you want!" 

The boy sighed and began to pump his stiff little rod in and out of her 
squishing ass-hole in slow, steady strokes, shivering and sighing as he did 
so. Harriet shivered, too, and gave low, hungry moans as she felt her tight, 
slick ass delightfully probed and tickled and felt the hot slap of his fat 
little balls against the cheeks of her ass. 

"Ohhhh," she sighed, "that's lovely, Juan! Keep doing it! Now, Donny, come 
on! I want to suck your beautiful peter!" 

The freckled blonde child scurried back to stand in front of Miss Harvey, 
where he could see over her crouching back and watch his little friend 
grunting and steadily poking his happy cock in and out of her juicy 
ass-hole. Donny waited tensely, then sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he 
felt his prick being sucked hard and hot into Miss Harvey's mouth. Oh, 
Christ, it was nice! There could never be anything like this! He began to 
pump his hips slowly, rhythmically, feeding her his cock. She needed one arm 
to balance herself, but with her free hand she seized his fattened balls and 
began to squeeze and tickle them. 

'llmmmm!" moaned Donny. "She's sucking my cock really hard and playing with 
my balls! How's it going for you, Juan?" 

"Uhhhh, great!" muttered Juan. "Great ... Can't talk ... Ahhhh!" Miss Harvey 
was right, this ass-fucking was even better than the regular way! Every cell 
of his slowly probing slick-streaked cock was stimulated and buzzed by the 
delirious tightness of her anus, and he felt dizzy waves of pleasure 
radiating from his glans to spread sweetly through his loins. He gripped her 
buttocks harder, leaned on her to keep himself from falling, and began to 
poke her faster and harder. 

Harriet felt ready to die of pleasure as she felt beautiful young cocks 
penetrating her at both ends. Juan's stiff, determined little member was 
fucking ever faster up her ass-hole, giving her the same sharp, heady stabs 
of pleasure that her cunt might produce, only somehow stronger and more 
exciting. Donny's fat rod, just as determined in its excited jabbing, seemed 
to dart all over her wildly sucking mouth, playing hide and seek with her 
pursuing tongue, and, whenever she caught it, she screwed her tongue tip 
into the bubbling hot glans and licked up all his essence. She wished she 
could shout her joy, but with her mouth stuffed and busy, all she would do 
was gurgle and make lusty animal noises deep in her throat. 

Indeed, the storeroom was beginning to sound like the city zoo. As both boys 
fucked faster and faster, blindly and feverishly ramming her mouth and ass 
in a flight toward orgasm, Harriet growled and gurgled louder, like a 
rutting tigress, and the boys added their own animal noises, Donny chirping 
and shrieking like a bird, Juan squeaking and squealing like an excited 
puppy. The increased speed of their motions brought other noises as well, 
the sharp slapping of stiff young balls against Harriet's ass and face, the 
squishing and slurping and sucking of maddened little cocks slamming in and 
out of their wet receptacles. Harriet sucked crazily on Donny's sweet little 
prick and pumped her ass to give Juan a rough, wild ride in her anus. She 
intended to give both of them an orgasm they'd remember all their lives. 

Squealing, jerking, growling, and humping like demons, the thin librarian 
and the two little boys were utterly oblivious to the world around them, 
united blissfully into one panting, rutting body. Harriet worked as she 
never had before, sucking vigorously with both mouth and ass, and her heart 
pounded in anticipation of being squirted full of little boy cum at both 
ends.... 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Mr. Arthur Grimsby, chief city librarian, wandered absent-mindedly through 
the basement of the library, hunting for a shipment of new books that had 
somehow vanished. Christ, what a mess it was down here! No wonder things 
kept getting lost. He'd have to get off his ass some day and make a complete 
inventory of the basement, but right now he only wanted to find the missing 
books and then leave work early. It was Friday, and he smiled to himself as 
he thought of having a long, hot bath, a couple of martinis, and then going 
out for a steak. That would be very pleasant. Of course, there was one other 
little item he wished he could add to his list, and then his day would be 
perfect-he wanted to get laid in the worst way. It seemed like he'd been 
horny for five years, ever since his wife died, and he hadn't scored very 
often since then. He should probably take some weight off, he thought sadly, 
and then maybe the chicks would go for him. But dieting was such a drag.... 

Grimsby halted suddenly and listened to a strange concatenation of noises he 
hadn't heard before, coming from somewhere in the basement. What the hell? 
Damned if it didn't sound exactly like one of those stereo demonstration 
records, "Sounds of the Amazon Rain Forest!" There were grunts, squeals, 
chirps, growls, squeaks, snarls, and a squishing, slushing sound like 
somebody tramping through a swamp. Who could be doing that, and where? 

Grimsby listened, then made his way slowly and silently toward the closed 
door of a little-used storeroom. Whatever it was, it was coming from there. 
And whomever it was, he'd take them by surprise, just in case they were up 
to some hanky panky like stealing the supplies. He didn't like the role of 
policeman very well-he'd rather leave it to that old buzzard Harriet 
Harvey-but this time it looked like he was stuck with the job. 

Grimsby turned the doorknob silently, eased the door open a crack, peeked 
in, and gawked. Oh, no, it just couldn't be! He looked again, gawked again. 
Come on, Grimsby, he told himself, it isn't happening, it couldn't happen in 
a million years! Yet there it was, plain and real before his astonished 
eyes-prim, puritanical, lemon-faced Harriet Harvey, the coldest old maid who 
ever lived, engaged in a wild sexual orgy with two young little boys! 

Grimsby saw the thin middle-aged woman crouched on hands and knees, her 
mouth stretched by the small plunging cock of a blonde boy, a kid not more 
than twelve, and he saw that Miss Harvey was actively sucking the kid off, 
her tongue noisy and eager, her mouth stretched grotesquely in a snarl of 
utter enjoyment. As if that weren't mind-boggling enough, there was another 
kid, a dark boy, blissfully screwing her in the ass! Grimsby could tell by 
the way Harriet jerked and wriggled her buttocks in time to the kid's 
strokes that she was enjoying that, too. Neither boy seemed the least bit 
nervous about the weird scene. Their faces were rosy and blissful, their 
eyes tightly closed in complete concentration on what was happening to their 
cocks. 

Arthur Grimsby moved away from the door momentarily and leaned against the 
wall to collect himself. Jesus, he couldn't believe it, and yet he'd seen it 
with his own eyes! Harriet Harvey not only dug sex, she was obviously 
familiar with its most kinky, outlandish forms. She must have one hell of an 
appetite to risk her reputation that way, sucking off and ass fucking two 
little boys right there in the library. Grimsby turned to the door again, 
swallowed hard, and resumed his spying. My God, my God, he'd never seen 
anything like this in his life. 

But what should he do? It was unquestionably his golden opportunity to get 
rid of Harriet Harvey, whose conservative, repressed policies had bugged him 
and hindered his library work for years. He sure as hell had the goods on 
her now! But he hesitated as he watched. Any woman who could fuck like that, 
who enjoyed sex so deeply and thoroughly, couldn't be all bad. He noticed 
that Harriet's body was slim and attractive, and that when her face wasn't 
wrinkled up with suspicion or disapproval, she was really kind of pretty. 
She wasn't as old as he'd thought, either-younger than he was, in fact. Man, 
He'd like to get in on that action! He'd always wanted a woman who'd do 
anything in bed. Grimsby felt his starved cock twitch and stiffen in his 
pants, felt his balls tingle and begin to tighten up with horniness. Watch 
yourself, he thought quickly, don't make a mistake! He wanted to ball 
Harriet Harvey in the worst way, but if he did, he'd throw away his 
advantage, his chance to fire her. It was one hell of a decision! His cock 
was painfully stiff now, aching for release, and he licked his lips hungrily 
as he watched the happy, rutting trio, envied them with all his heart.... 

Harriet moaned and gurgled steadily now as Juan's wonderful, stiff little 
rod poked and rammed her ass-hole with dizzying speed, stimulating every 
nerve of her swollen, dripping genitals, pounding her deliciously toward 
release. It would only be a matter of seconds now, but she wanted both boys 
to cum with her. She worked her anal muscles powerfully, milking and sucking 
Juan's fat cock, and simultaneously she sucked Donny's wildly jerking prick 
as she never had before, pumping with tongue and cheeks, squeezing his plump 
little balls. Her efforts had the effect she wanted: both boys squealed 
ecstatically, and then she felt the first hot squirts of cum at both her 
writhing ends, deep in the pungent darkness of her anus and far down the 
silky hole of her throat. She gobbled and swallowed greedily, eating every 
bit of the creamy sperm that shot from Donny's climaxing cock, and she 
wriggled her ass in intense pleasure as she felt the fiery flood of Juan's 
cum spurting up her bowels. Her cunt contracted sharply, and then her 
delighted body shook and swayed with her own orgasm. Juan felt his squirting 
cock squeezed almost flat by the muscular contractions of her anus, and 
Donny nearly fainted with pleasure as she sucked his gushing cock absolutely 
empty of its load. 

The trio fell to the floor, panting and flushed, and Harriet squeezed the 
two handsome naked boys to her small breasts. "Wasn't that lovely?" she 
crooned. "Wasn't that a glorious fuck?" 

The two boys murmured their agreement and kissed her cheeks. Then suddenly 
they all gasped and stared in horror as the door flew open and Mr. Grimsby 
stood there, towering over them, his face black with rage. They were so 
terror-stricken they couldn't make a sound. 

"By God-" sputtered Grimsby, "By God in heaven! I've seen and heard some 
pretty depraved things in my life, but this tops them all! I was watching, I 
saw what you did! Sucking off a mere child, letting another one bugger you! 
And right here in the library! That's pretty damned nervy, and pretty sick, 
if you ask me-" 

Juan collected himself first. Still frightened, but getting angry, too, he 
jumped to his feet, his dark face flushed, his small hands balled into 
fists. "Okay!" he shouted. "We know what you think! But you'd better not 
hurt Miss Harvey! She hasn't done anything wrong or bad to us, mister! She 
just did some really swell things for us, that's all. So if you want to 
punish somebody, punish me, not her!" 

"Right!" cried Donny, joining his friend. "Miss Harvey made us happy, and 
there's nothing wrong with that! It wouldn't be fair to punish her!" 

Harriet burst into tears at the boys' brave defense of her, but she knew it 
was hopeless. Grimsby wouldn't pass up a chance like this to disgrace and 
humiliate her. No, it was all over for her, and the best she could do would 
be to save the boys, to keep" them out of the terrible scandal that was to 
come. She rose and put her arms protectively around their shoulders, facing 
the glaring, contemptuous Grimsby. 

"'very well, sir," she said determinedly, "you saw us. I won't hide 
anything. It was just as you imagine, and I am completely guilty. But I'll 
fight you in every way I can if you try to punish these boys. The humane 
thing is to let them go, keep them out of this. They're too young to know 
what they're doing." 

Well, thought Grimsby, the old girl really has guts! He admired the way she 
was ready to take all the blame, and of course he agreed with her about the 
boys. He had no desire to punish them. 

"All right," he said, "you boys can go. As long as you keep this whole thing 
a secret, nothing will happen to you." 

"But what about Miss Harvey?" Juan wailed. 

"I'll be all right," Harriet answered soothingly. "Mr. Grimsby is a 
reasonable man. I want you boys to obey me now. I want you to go home and 
pretend this never happened." 

Unwillingly, brushing away their tears, the two boys dressed and left the 
storeroom. Grimsby was left alone with the naked, flushed Harriet. He put 
his hands on his hips and glared at her, forcing himself not to focus on her 
pretty little snatch. 

"Miss Harvey," he said slowly, "I'm almost at a loss for words. This whole 
thing is simply incredible. A woman of your reputation, your beliefs-Well, I 
guess what I'm trying to say is, can you possibly explain to me how all this 
happened? Maybe then I can understand." 

Harriet blushed deeply, and two tears slipped from her blue eyes, but she 
held herself straight and forced herself to meet Grimsby's eyes. More and 
more he admired her courage. She was completely at his mercy, and she knew 
it, but she did not beg or whine. "Mr. Grimsby," she said, "I'm not sure I 
can entirely explain it myself, but I'll tell you as much as I understand. I 
have been a repressed and frigid person all my life, until a few days ago 
when I caught those two boys exposing themselves in the stacks. Then 
something inside me, a passion I didn't know I had, just burst loose. I was 
constantly tortured by sexual desire. I gave way to it. That's all, 
really-but I swear to you, I did not hurt those boys! They enjoyed 
everything we did!" 

Grimsby chuckled. "I'll bet they did! At that age I would have given a 
year's allowance to have an older woman suck me off!" His face mellowed a 
little and he looked at Harriet sympathetically. He could well understand 
the nagging horniness that had possessed Harriet Harvey, for he felt it 
himself. He spoke soothingly now. "I think I can understand most of what 
happened, Miss Harvey, except for one thing. Why little boys? Why didn't you 
simply have an affair with a man your age? No one would have faulted you for 
that. Why take such a dangerous course of action?" 

Harriet began to cry. "Oh, I don't know! It's a terrible thing, I realize 
that, and I'm so ashamed! It just seemed as if they excited me, and older 
men didn't! I'm afraid I'm a pervert, Mr. Grimsby, a child molester!" 

Grimsby stifled a chuckle. He stepped close to Harriet and put his big arm 
around her shoulders, surprised and pleased to find the skin firm and soft. 
"Now, now," he crooned, "I don't believe that, not for a moment! I just 
think you got started the wrong way, that's all. Sex is a very powerful 
drive, you know, and it doesn't always make us act sensibly. You went after 
the first thing that turned you on-but you can learn to be satisfied in 
other ways. I don't think you're abnormal, not at all...." 

Grimsby trailed off and deftly, gently, slid his big hand down over her 
small round breasts, stroking them and softly thumbing the sensitive 
nipples. Harriet flushed and shuddered but did not move away. His touch was 
so soothing, so skilled ... He moved closer, touched the golden curls of her 
snatch, and gently worked his fat finger between the juicy lips of her mons 
till he fingered and nudged her plump, cum-wet clit. Harriet closed her 
eyes, hardly breathing. 

"No, Miss Harvey," the big man whispered, "I don't think there's anything 
wrong with you. Not a thing...." He gave her clit a rapid circling that made 
her gasp, and he felt her hot, sticky cunt juices squirt into the palm of 
his probing hand. He withdrew his hand then and walked around behind her, 
reached around to cup her small soft tits in his enormous paws, and pulled 
her against him. 

"I think I know what it is you really need, Miss Harvey," he said softly. "I 
believe I know what you've really wanted all this time." 

"What is that, Mr. Grimsby?" Harriet asked tremblingly. 

Quickly Arthur Grimsby reached down and unzipped his fly, releasing his 
huge, long sausage of a prick. "This," he whispered. He lunged forward 
swiftly and forcefully, jamming his thick hard cock into the slippery mouth 
of Harriet's creaming cunt, lifting the astonished woman right off the floor 
with the impact of his thrust. He grabbed her small ass, spread the cheeks 
deftly, and wormed his fat bloated rod all the way into her, squishing and 
sliding noisily to the mouth of her womb. 

"Now," he purred, "isn't that what you needed?" 

Harriet Harvey wriggled unashamedly on the wonderfully hard, long cock that 
impaled her. "Oooooo, yes!" she shrieked. Never had her cunt been stuffed 
with hard cock like this before, never so forcefully and deliciously fucked! 
He hadn't known a prick could be as thick and long as Grimsby's, so 
perfectly made to satisfy the thirsty depths of her cunt. 

Grimsby grinned behind her back, then carried her over to the wall and set 
her down, so she could lean on something while he balled her. And was he 
ever going to ball her! He hadn't been laid in weeks, and he had a stored-up 
load of cum that cried for release. Jesus, her cunt was tight and hot! He'd 
never fucked one that small and clinging before. Her warm juices, and the 
little boy cum tickled and bathed his impaling cock, making his passage 
wonderfully slippery and pleasant. Grimsby grunted happily and began to work 
his enormous prick in and out of Harriet's juicy little vagina, long, slow, 
rolling strokes that made Harriet squeal with pleasure. She pumped her loins 
frantically, showing him that she wanted faster, harder action, and Grimsby 
gladly obliged her, hammering furiously now, making her cunt squish and 
slurp loudly, obscenely. His big belly whacked and slapped her small ass, 
his enormously swollen black-haired balls bounced and tickled against her 
inner thighs, and with every powerful lunge of his huge hard cock, Harriet 
had the breath knocked out of her and was lifted right off her feet. But she 
didn't mind at all, dear God, no! This thunderous, brutal male assault was 
all she ever wanted, all that could satisfy her. 

"Ahhhh! Ooooooo! Mr. Grimsby!" she shrieked. "I've never been fucked like 
this before! I love it!" 

"Call me Arthur," he grunted happily. He continued his forceful, noisy 
stuffing of her tight cunt, feeling himself beginning to fly dizzily and 
exultingly toward cumming. "Christ, Harriet!" he moaned. "Your cunt is so 
tight! Ahhh, that's great! We're going to get along just fine, baby, you 
know that? I've always wanted a woman like you! In fact I'll give you all 
the fucking you need, from now on, if you'll just forget all those crazy 
political ideas of yours...." The big man was grinning, sweating, now as he 
balled her even harder. "What political ideas?" Harriet laughed wildly. 
"Why, Arthur, I agree with you about everything! Just don't talk any more, 
darling! Fuck me hard and please shut up!" 

Grimsby guffawed. "Okay, baby, I'll save the lecture!" He rammed his great 
fat cock so hard into Harriet's little cunt that she was lifted off-her 
feet. The fierce butting of his gigantic cockhead set up ripples of blinding 
pleasure that radiated from her sucking, contracting vagina to every 
nerve-end of her body. 

"Ohhhh, OHHHH, AHHHHH!" shrieked Harriet. "I'm cumming, yes, yes, I'm 
CUMMMINNNGGGG!" 

Grimsby's answering growl told her that he was cumming, too, and she 
shrieked and howled with the exquisite bath of his steaming sperm, shooting 
out with savage force to inundate her womb, her gasping cunt, squirting out 
in hot jets to trickle down her legs and puddle stickily at her feet. The 
big man battered her right into the wall with the force of his final, 
snarling spasms, and Harriet moaned and opened her cunt wide to get every 
delicious drop of his sperm. She was his woman forever now, completely and 
willingly his for whatever wild pleasures he wanted. 

"Oh, Jesus! UHHHHH! Baby, you're milking my nuts dry!" Grimsby howled as he 
felt his cock ripple and jerk in the wet tightness of her squeezing cunt. 
Then his huge organ went limp, flabby, and exhausted, held in by the 
muscular grip of her possessive vagina, and he eased himself onto the floor, 
taking Harriet with him to lie with her back on his hairy, sweat-soaked 
chest. She sighed and squeezed his empty cock with her satisfied cunt. 

"Well, Miss Harvey," he panted, "what do you have to say for yourself now? 
How can you explain this lewd, obscene behavior? This perverted, nasty-" 

"Arthur, darling," Harriet interrupted in a soft, insinuating purr, "I have 
a wonderful idea! Let's go to your place and have a drink, and then I'll 
suck your cock. Doesn't that sound nice?" 

"Harriet," groaned Grimsby, "you're making me blush! Hurry up and get 
dressed, and I'll bring my car around. Well have some martinis, a little 
playing around, a nice big steak for dinner-" 

"Arthur," Harriet pouted, "not steak! I've already told you what I want to 
eat!" 

Arthur Grimsby sighed in utter contentment as Miss Harvey bent swiftly over 
his cummy, cunt-juice-streaked cock. 


THE END
