The Tennis Tramp
by Sally Tailor
(RX-345)


FOREWORD 

The basic unhappiness in man is frustration. He must do things he doesn't 
want to, or can't do things he wants to do-or so he tells himself. 

But much too often the man who apparently can do anything he pleases is as 
frustrated as the man who can't. It would seem that part of this core of 
frustrations stems from man's misunderstanding of himself. 

And, of course, when we say "man" we also mean "woman." What is true for the 
male is equally true for the female. 

This book attempts to delve into one of the mysteries of humanity, the love 
by the mature for the immature. The translation of this basic human process 
into the very earthy sexual relationships around which they ultimately 
revolve is the vehicle for studying the complexity of the human animal. 

Jenny is a woman frustrated by her immediate past as well as by her future. 
In a single moment, though, she changes a sexual daydream into reality. And 
the shock to her values is so great that she almost cannot cope with it. 

From no sex to an unlimited sexual scope of what are normally considered 
perverse behaviors, Jenny represents man finally able to unleash himself 
from his frustrations. And she discovers, paradoxically, that her 
frustrations were not what she thought they were. 

There are other issues woven in. Love of young children. Is a child ready to 
enter into a deep relationship with an adult? And what role should an adult 
play in a young boy's (or girl's) sexual training? 

Is a child better off learning his sexual abc's from a mature, experienced 
adult who knows what it is all about, or from his peers who instill in him 
only doubts and falsehoods that he carries into adulthood with him? Or is 
the adult, indeed, better prepared to teach the child than the child is to 
teach him? 

Jenny must walk that narrow path, always balancing one thing against the 
other. To love a twelve-year-old child in our society is not abnormal ... 
when the love is platonic. But to love that child physically, sexually, that 
is something else. 

And what must a woman like Jenny, lonely and unhappy, missing out on life 
that her vibrant, sexy body demands, what must she do when such a love is 
reciprocated? 

As she discovers to her very great sorrow, the innocence of a child may pave 
the way for the greatest sexual adventure. But the price is also steep. 

Like all stories of candor, this one appeals to the senses. It plays upon 
basic emotions. When sexual fantasy is played out on the printed page and 
the reader responds, it is only a reflection of his inner being. The writer 
does not make life, just as the painter does not, nor does the philosopher, 
Each only reflects it as he sees it. 

It is left to the reader to see in it that which he wants to see. It is his 
choice. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey 
Collectors' Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult 
bookstore or newstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly 
adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private bookshelves 
for definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Jenny sat on the bench alongside the tennis court, her skin dewy with 
perspiration, her breasts clearly outlined by the thin material of her shirt 
which stuck to them like white paint. She had her leg raised to tie her 
shoelace and the narrow band of material between her thighs bulged and 
dipped over her pubic hair and crotch so tightly it, too, seemed painted on. 
Stray tufts of honey-blonde hair peeped untidily from under her shorts. 

All day the young male tennis players had admired her youthful vitality, 
never guessing that she was a thirty-five-year-old widow. 

And they hadn't gotten a chance to find out. She had ignored both the most 
casual advances as the most persistent. Only now something had caught her 
interest. 

She rested her cheek against her upraised knee and pretended to be 
daydreaming as she studied the enclosed tennis court. Two small boys were 
playing on it, whacking the ball back and forth with more gusto than skill, 
with more noise than concentration. Both boys wore faded blue jeans and 
raggedy sneakers. Their bellies and chests were sun-browned and egg-shell 
smooth. 

Just looking at them started a throbbing in Jenny's body that she couldn't 
control. The two boys were probably brothers, they looked so much alike. 

Jenny knew the youngest would have a penis as smooth as his body. She could 
see his prick in her mind, soft and white, perhaps a bit bigger than her 
finger. If it was uncircumcised she knew it would be all closed up in its 
little glove of supple skin, the pink tip barely visible even from close up. 

Jenny shivered. That was her problem. She wanted to see. that warm, cuddly 
thing from close up. The closer the better. Close enough to wrap her dainty 
lips around it and draw it into her hot mouth and stroke it with her tongue 
until that red tip came out.... 

Jenny didn't even remember when it had all began. She'd always had a thing 
about younger boys-even when she was younger. But when she started dating 
Red Kelsey while she was still in high school, he had seemed to just 
overpower her. 

Red had been so much older than her, so worldly. She'd never been able to 
say no to him. Not even that first time when he'd dragged her into the 
tractor cab of his cross-country rig. Red was ten years older than her, a 
hard riding trucker, and she could still remember how she'd felt when he'd 
gotten her into the bunk in back of the seat and pulled out his prick to 
show it to her. She'd been terrified. 

He made her hold his cock. She knew her hand was clammy at first and Jenny 
still recalled the hard-soft feel of his meat in her hand. That's what Red 
had called it-his meat. 

But while she'd been holding onto his cock, his own hands had been busy and 
Red had stripped her down naked with her panties twisted around her ankles. 
He hadn't wasted any time and she had soon been feeling his fingers nudging 
at the soft, puffy mound between her legs. She couldn't help herself. At 
first her little pussy had been tight, then after a while it was loose and 
greasy, loose enough and greasy enough to take his big prick out of her hand 
and shove it in her virgin fuckhole until she was screaming for mercy. 

After that, whenever Red wanted her he had her and he enjoyed the tight ring 
of her pussy sliding up and down his cock so much that he married her. 

Shaking thoughts of the past out of her head, Jenny focused her attention oh 
the present, staring at the younger of the two boys playing tennis. He was 
darling, about twelve with a short, upturned nose and light brown hair with 
a cowlick and a permanent little smile. He was the kind of boy Jenny wished 
she and Red had had before Red had been killed in that trucking accident in 
New Jersey. 

The young boy back-pedaled on the court, reaching for a lob high over his 
head. Jenny could see the small bump his prick and almond-sized balls made 
in his tight jeans. Jenny wished again that she was rubbing her face against 
his smooth belly, putting his tasty young prick in her mouth. The thought 
started a tight feeling throughout Jenny's body that centered on an ache 
between her legs. 

At that moment the boy's eyes met Jenny's, held for a moment, then slipped 
down to get away from her intense stare. 

What the hell? Jenny thought. This is what I'm here for, isn't it? 

The sudden self-admission shocked Jenny, but also set her free of the fear 
that had held her in check during her previous visits to the school 
playground. Casually she swung her upraised knee away from her body, 
exposing the tight crotch of her shorts as lewdly as she could. She knew 
what she was showing: the dark patch of pubic hair under the white material, 
the bulge with the groove down the center.... 

On the tennis court the boy was very still. He stared as Jenny put her hand 
to her crotch and slowly rubbed her fingers up and down her warm slot. It 
felt wonderful, and besides, she was sure the bump in the kid's jeans had 
suddenly doubled in size. 

"Let's go home, Johnny." The other boy had retrieved the tennis ball and was 
impatiently jittering from one foot to the other at the gate. 

Discreetly Jenny returned to tying her shoelace. She didn't want the boy to 
leave. She wanted to shout it to him across the sun-burnished cement. 

But she didn't want to go to jail, either. 

Johnny had shut his mouth, but he was still staring at Jenny as he said, 
"I'll come later. Give me the ball and I'll practice against the wall for a 
while." Jenny couldn't help sneaking a look. The boy's prick pushed his 
jeans out like they were caught on a peg. 

Once his brother was gone, Johnny took the racquet and ball and strolled 
stiff-legged past Jenny toward the handball courts. It was cute, the way he 
pretended not to see her and at the same time ignore the awkward erection 
that led the way. 

"Are you going to practice your backhand?" Jenny asked, smiling that special 
way she had. 

"Uh, yeah," Johnny said. His voice squeaked a little with excitement and he 
stopped walking only to start fidgetting from one foot to another. 

He was nervous and Jenny's silence didn't make it easier. But she wanted to 
draw the moment out, to savor the boy's innocence. She was sure that he was 
a virgin, that his smooth, soft penis had never been touched by a girl, much 
less pushed into a warm female hole. Jenny wanted to laugh. Her first time, 
and she was sure she had found a virgin. 

"Well, uh, I have to be going." The boy gestured toward the handball courts 
while his eyes seemed to find something fascinating about Jenny's breasts. 

"Maybe I could help you," Jenny suggested softly. "I play a pretty good 
game." She stretched her leg and a soft tuft of pubic hair popped out from 
under her shorts. The boy licked his lips as he stared at her crotch. 

Gracefully, Jenny stood. Her full breasts strained against her shirt. Her 
blunt nipples were fully erect, thrusting at the fabric, making dark shadows 
under the white cloth. 

Johnny was shorter than Jenny. His head came to her chin and, standing next 
to her, Jenny realized he only had to open his mouth to suck on her nipples. 
The thought of the boy running his warm lips over the firm flesh of her tits 
made Jenny's excitement grow. She pictured him moving closer until all she 
saw was the top of his head, and then she thought of his lips puckering 
around the distended knobs of her nipples. Jenny knew his tongue would be 
soft and gentle as it mauled the dark red flesh. Then he would suck her 
breast into his mouth and squeeze it out, in and out, until he had the beat 
of her pulse matched. All the while he would be pressing against her, 
urgently rubbing his prick and balls against the naked, silky smoothness of 
her thigh, until he squirted his precious white cream on her leg so that his 
prick could slide easier and faster against her while she watched, while her 
tit fucked his mouth.... 

God, he was such a sweet little boy. Jenny moved away, her aroused loins 
making her hips sway with more energy than necessary. She cursed herself for 
getting in so deep, and yet she couldn't stop. Nothing could stop her now. 
Ever since Red had died and she realized that she could never stand to have 
another big-pricked, rough-bodied man, it had been leading up to this 
moment. All the months that she'd used the junior high school tennis courts 
on weekends when the public courts were closer, she'd known what she wanted. 
She'd wanted sex with a young boy. A sweet, innocent child with a smooth, 
flawless prick she could hold against her lips and mother as she taught him 
about growing up. And now she was going to do it and nothing would stop her. 

She stopped walking and put her tennis racquet on a bench. Johnny was so 
close he bumped into her and she imagined she felt his little pecker jabbing 
into her before he shyly backed away. 

"Should we start?" Jenny asked softly. 

"Sure," the boy said. He held the racquet and tennis ball like they were 
fruit baskets full of china. 

"That's not the way." Jenny stepped behind him and took his small' hand in 
hers and raised his arm with the racquet for the serve. Her other arm went 
around him to take the hand with the ball. His body snuggled warm and quiet 
against hers. His little buttocks fitted nicely against her loins as she 
crouched and pressed against him. As she moved his arms through the service, 
her breasts flattened and rubbed against the smooth warm skin of his back. 
Jenny felt as if she had to pee. Her crotch was warm and tingly and she 
pressed her thighs harder against the boy's backside. 

"There, you do it," she said. She loosened her hold and simply followed 
through as he tossed the ball and hit it with the racquet. 

Her left hand slid down the front of his body and then Jenny was dizzy with 
elation as her fingers cupped the hard bulge of Johnny's stiff erection and 
his tight-drawn balls. They were like furry marbles they were so small and 
firmly soft. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff cock sticking out 
above his balls and wondered if he could ejaculate yet-or if his little 
prick stayed hard as long as it was excited. 

Johnny hadn't moved since Jenny's fingers began to play with his dick and 
balls. He was paralyzed by the sudden feeling that engulfed him. When she 
pressed her hips harder against his butt, it felt even better to the boy. 

She didn't want to take her hand away from his firm, clean boycock, but 
Jenny knew she couldn't go on feeling the boy up in broad daylight. The 
sidewalls of the handball court and the fact that the court fronted on a 
narrow walkway and a blank wall of red brick gave the illusion of privacy, 
but Jenny was sure that at any moment somebody could come along. 

"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" Jenny whispered the question in the 
boy's ear. 

He struggled for an answer. 

I'll bet he's supposed to check with his mom before he goes anywhere with 
anybody he doesn't know, Jenny thought. Gently she squeezed his little 
pecker and she knew he was wavering in his resolve. 

"Where?" he asked finally. 

Jenny let go of his prick and took his hand. "In here." At one end of the 
brick wall there was a recessed doorway. A brass plate on the door 
identified it as the girls' restroom. 

"That's for girls," he said shyly. 

"But there aren't any girls on the playground now," Jenny said. "Nobody'll 
come in. You'd like to be alone with me, wouldn't you?" 

Johnny didn't have to answer her question. 

Inside the girls' bathroom it was darker, cooler. Light filtered in from a 
dirty skylight high overhead. A half-dozen toilet stalls with doors took up 
half the room. The other half had sinks and wooden benches attached to the 
floor by steel pipes. 

Johnny stared around in wonder, but Jenny didn't waste any time. Once inside 
she unbuttoned the front of his jeans and slid them down around his thighs. 
Then she was on her knees. Her hands were trembling as she pulled at his 
underwear, pressing her face against the soft, musty cloth of his Jockey 
shorts. 

"No." 

Suddenly Johnny tried to pull away. Jenny held her arms around his hips, 
pressing her face tighter against his immature manhood. "Don't," she said. 
Her mouth opened and closed around a thick wad of cotton and her lips and 
tongue pressing around it found his hard boner. 

She began sucking his cock in earnest. Slowly Johnny's struggles weakened as 
her hot saliva wetted his shorts and he began to feel the effects of her 
mouth on his tender prick. He gulped. And then he shuddered and Jenny felt 
the hard spray of his semen coming through the cloth of his shorts. She 
sucked his dick harder, not wanting to lose a single drop of it. Her fingers 
dug into his miniature buttocks, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. 

But then he was struggling and trying to get away, as if she had hurt him. 

Instantly Jenny stopped. It was his first time. And his dick was very 
tender. Gently she stroked his softened prick with her fingers and she 
didn't object when he backed away and pulled his pants up. 

"I've ... I've got to go home now," Johnny said lamely. "My mother is 
expecting me." 

"That's being a good boy." Jenny got off her knees and sat on one of the 
benches. She spread her legs and touched her inflamed crotch with her hand. 
Johnny's eyes were fixed on her fingers. 

"Would you like to see my pussy, Johnny?" Jenny stretched her legs wider 
apart. "Maybe even feel it?" 

The boy hesitated and Jenny snapped her legs together. She stood and 
casually unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits were firmer than those of most 
women her age. They stood practically straight out and her nipples popped 
out like two red buttons on an old-fashioned adding machine. 

"Would you like to kiss them?" She held one breast up in her hands as a kind 
of offering. 

Johnny moved slowly toward her. He was still buttoning his pants when his 
half-parted lips touched her flesh. Then his lips were clamped on her 
nipples and, without any urging, he was sucking on them as if he were still 
a baby. 

Sighing, Jenny stroked the front of his pants with her hand and moved her 
torso, working her breast harder in his mouth. Finally she broke away and 
took her hand from his now-hard-again prick and fingered the crotch of her 
own white tennis shorts. Johnny was breathing hard and his eyes were bright. 

"If you come back tomorrow, I'll let you play with my pussy. I'll let you do 
anything you want to it. Do you understand?" 

Johnny nodded his head, his eyes still glazed. 

"Tomorrow at the same time?" Jenny was almost as turned on as the boy. She 
had to get his promise. He couldn't turn her down. God, she wanted his 
little cock in her hungry pussy so bad, in her anywhere. Her mouth, her 
cunt, her ass, her ear. It didn't matter. But she had to torture both of 
them to make sure he came the next day. She had to. 

Checking outside to make sure nobody was watching, Jenny shooed the boy out 
of the girls' bathroom. He stood on the sidewalk, reluctant to leave. 

"Tomorrow," he said. "You'll be here for sure tomorrow?" 

"For sure," Jenny said. 

"And you'll ... you'll let me touch your ... pussy?" His voice was 
beseeching, as if he didn't believe it could really be happening. 

Jenny wanted to give in. She hadn't even seen his beautiful little cock yet. 
Or tasted it. At least not yet. Not naked. She hadn't really stroked it with 
her tongue or sucked it deep into her mouth. She was sure that she would get 
it and Johnny's pert little balls into her mouth at once when she got his 
underwear off. She was so hot thinking about it she had to force herself to 
tell Johnny to get going. If he went away unsatisfied now, he'd be back 
tomorrow. And Jenny needed him to come back. 

As he walked away, Jenny remembered how he had looked playing tennis. A 
limber brown twig in the sunshine. Naked, he would look like one of those 
statues by Michelangelo with his innocent little prick projecting out of his 
crotch like a new bud getting ready to bloom. 

She was practically dizzy thinking about it. But thinking about it wasn't 
enough. She put her hand under the waistband of her shorts and discovered 
she was on fire. Her cunt was an inferno. Her finger sank through the puffy 
heat of her pussylips to Stroke the pulsating inner lining. God, her cunt 
wanted to seize something and grind it between her nether lips. Her finger 
was sucked into her gaping hole and it wasn't enough. She leaned against the 
hot brick wall of the school building as she surrendered to the delightful 
surges of feeling caused by her masturbation. 

Her fingers were so much better than Red had been. Despite his huge prick, 
the mere rubbing of her fingers along her sex seam turned her on in a way 
that Red had never done. Somehow she was positive there could be one thing 
better, the clean, hot, innocent prick on a young boy. 

The loud ring of footsteps around the corner snapped Jenny out of her 
reverie. Hastily she snatched her hand away from her cunt, but the crotch of 
her shorts was sopping wet and even in the open air Jenny could smell the 
raw, animal odor of sex. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. 

Hastily she darted into the nearby lavatory. For a moment when she saw the 
row of urinals along the wall she was stunned by her error. But there was no 
time to hesitate. A couple of boys' voices came through the door and Jenny 
knew without a doubt in her mind that the owners of the voices were going to 
come into the restroom. 

She hurried into the end toilet stall and shut the door, snapping the latch 
just in time. She lifted her feet and perched uneasily on the toilet ring, 
waiting for the boys to go away. 

The boy's footsteps rang in the bathroom with a sharp echo. The whole room 
smelled musty and masculine, as if it was full of dirty shorts that needed 
laundering. 

When the footsteps stopped, Jenny couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. 
By leaning forward she could see through the crack at the edge of the door. 

The boys who had come in were fourteen or fifteen. One was lean with heavy 
muscles visible in his shoulders. Jenny gasped as he opened his jeans. 

Oh, God, he's going to do it here. He's going to pee right in front of me. 
Jenny's fingers crept back to the wet cloth between her thighs and her thumb 
and forefinger pinched her clitoris with tremendous pressure. She pressed so 
hard she almost cried out loud when the boy had his pants open. 

Dangling in front of his blue jeans was a cock that would have put Red to 
shame. It was full with a huge knob of a head. Dark blue veins wound around 
it possessively. The boy grabbed it with pride, his fingers just barely able 
to wrap around it. It jerked at the tip, then suddenly a huge flow of hot 
yellow liquid piss spurted out of his dick and splashed in the shiny white 
porcelain urinal. 

Jenny's finger stabbed convulsively into her hot cunt. Her knees tried to 
squeeze together. It was so beautiful, that glittering hot stream of yellow 
piss hitting the porcelain. To Jenny it was as if the boy was peeing into a 
gaping white cunt, her cunt. She could almost feel the scalding liquid 
searing its way up her sex hole. She ripped open her shorts so she could get 
more of her fingers into her pussy. She wanted to rip herself apart to make 
room for that beautiful stream of urine.... 

Jenny leaned back on the toilet ring, exhausted. She heard the flush of the 
urinal. But the boys didn't leave the restroom. 

Curious, Jenny leaned forward to see what they were doing. 

"Christ, you've got a big one." The blond teenager was staring at his 
friend's huge prick with awe. 

Jenny stared with awe, too. The boy was stoking it lightly, running his hand 
up and down its whole length, and each time he did his prick visibly seemed 
to grow. 

Once he had started, he couldn't seem to stop. Jenny held her breath. Sweet 
Jesus. He's going to do it. He's going to jack off for me! She had to lean 
her head against the cool, green metal of the toilet stall to keep from 
falling. 

It wasn't a boy's cock, it was a man's. But it was on a boy's body, still 
smooth and hairless for the most part. Light tufts of pubic hair brushed his 
fingers as he pulled and squeezed his swollen penis. The head was dark red, 
bloated. Too big to put in her aching cunt, Jenny thought. But not too huge 
for her mouth. His peehole was big enough to stick her tongue in. 

Jenny's fingers had automatically returned to her hairy pussy. She was 
breathing raggedly. Sweat stood out all over her body as she filled with 
desire. She didn't want that huge prick and she did want it-more than 
anything else in the world. 

The dark-haired boy was whipping his hand up and down his meat with frantic 
haste. Suddenly he grabbed his prick with both hands. 

"AAAAHHHHhhhh...." Huge gobs of hot white sticky semen sprayed from his 
peehole. It seemed to shoot halfway across the immense bathroom before 
splattering loudly on the concrete floor. 

As he slowly ran his closed fist down his soft penis, Jenny licked her lips. 
A white pearl of liquid semen grew on the red tip of his cock, hanging there 
against all the laws of gravity. If it hadn't been for the second boy, who 
was still silent, Jenny knew she would have raced out of that toilet stall 
and licked the semen off his cock. She was dying to taste his cum. 

Her fingers pulled out of her suctioning cunt with a loud slurping sound. 
She froze, afraid the boys had heard her. But neither one seemed to have 
noticed anything. The boy who had masturbated was wiping the tip of his 
prick with a paper towel that he wadded up and then threw into the trash can 
as the two of them left. 

Painfully, Jenny put her feet on the floor, feeling the hurt of renewed 
circulation in her legs. Her crotch was sore from her fingers and she'd torn 
two buttons off her shorts. She straightened up as best she could and then 
washed her face and hands, patting herself dry with a paper towel. 

Sitting on top of the litter in the trash can was the wadded towel the boy 
had used to wipe the last drop of semen from the head of his pecker. Jenny's 
hands began to shake the minute she picked it up and held it to her face, 
breathing in the strong masculine odor of male cum. 

She was still clutching the paper towel when she left the lavatory and found 
her tennis racquet and started walking the half block to her home. I'm 
perverted, her mind sobbed. But another part of her replied crisply, So 
what? As long as she had that semen-soaked paper towel.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Did you have some trouble, Mrs. Kelsey?" 

Carl Weemens, her next door neighbor, leaned on his lawn mower. His eyes 
zipped down to stare at her crotch and the torn fly. Self-consciously Jenny 
lowered the tennis racquet in front of her as if that would provide some 
protection from the neighborhood snoop. It didn't help. 

Jenny ' could feel his eyes crawling over the swollen mound of her pussy. It 
unnerved her. For one horrible moment she thought he could see right through 
her, right into her head. And then the moment was gone and he was just a man 
leaning on his lawn mower, thinking dirty thoughts about her. 

That, Jenny was used to. 

"No. I fell down playing tennis." 

Weemens' blue eyes immediately looked her over again. His gaze lingered on 
her breasts and it made Jenny uncomfortable. She wished she had worn a bra. 
Mrs. Weemens was a big-bosomed woman and her tits sagged down to her belly 
button. Jenny imagined Mr. Weemens sucking on one of those monstrous things 
and it almost made her giggle. 

"Your dog barks a lot when you're not home." 

"I'm trying to break him of that." 

"It's not really an annoyance," Weemens said. "We just notice because you're 
home an awful lot and he's usually so well-behaved." 

"Yes," Jenny said, breaking off the conversation and moving toward her own 
yard and house. 

Even before she was on the porch, Jenny heard her dog butting the door with 
his body. Poor Sarge! The excitement of meeting that darling little boy had 
made her forget he had been locked in the house all day. "I'll ... I'll take 
him with me next time," Jenny called to Weemens. "I'm sorry he bothered 
you." 

"That's all right," Weemens said. 

Jenny didn't hear him. The moment she opened the front door the huge Great 
Dane buried his fuzzy black head in her midriff. She couldn't help sighing 
as his cold, black nose shoved between her warm thighs. Then she was inside, 
away from Mr. Weemens' prying eyes, and Sarge was able to greet her with his 
usual pleasure. 

The smell of her cunt was driving the dog crazy and it was all Jenny could 
do to slip her shorts down her shapely legs before he tore them off of her. 
Even as his thick, flat tongue snaked between the golden skin inside her 
thighs, Jenny had a twinge of regret for her brand-new tennis shorts. They 
were ruined. The front was ripped open with a button hanging by a thread. 
The crotch stank with a pure, female cunt odor and the white duckcloth had 
stained an off-color where her pussy juices had soaked it. 

Jenny grabbed Sarge's cropped and pointed ears and forgot about the shorts. 
His tongue was doing its usual good work, much better than her fingers, 
cuddling and stroking the swollen, red-lined lips of her cuntal mouth. It 
felt to her like a hot piece of velvet being drawn across her sensitive 
crotch. 

"Do it, Sarge. Do it," she crooned. His broad, furry head was warm between 
her hands and she could direct his insatiable tongue merely by pressing one 
way or the other. 

Sarge was delirious. The animal panted and grinned as he burrowed into 
Jenny's body. 

At first his tongue merely stroked her womanly cuntal lips, passing roughly 
across them as he lapped up the fluid from her pussy. But his tongue got 
rougher and rougher, pushing against her flesh until it was sinking into her 
trembling slot. Jenny whimpered with delight. Each time he drew his tongue 
across her crack, he also butted his nose against the swollen button of her 
clitoris. 

"That's the way, boy," she whispered. "Tongue fuck me. Tongue fuck me good!" 

Fleetingly, Jenny wondered if a man's tongue would be better, or even as 
good. Red would never eat her pussy for her. He never did anything but fuck 
her until she couldn't move. And she would never ask him. She knew better 
than that. 

Yet, now, as she floated in a haze of pleasure balanced on the pinnacle of 
Sarge's flickering red tongue, Jenny wished she had at least tried to get 
Red to do this to her. 

She felt like she was being split open, but it was such a good feeling she 
wished it would never stop. 

"AHAHAhahaHAHA!" Her voice rose in a ululating sob that rose and fell in 
volume as Sarge lifted her from one sensual crest to the next. It was too 
much and it wasn't enough. If Jenny had had a broomstick handy, she would 
have shoved that full up her cunt too. 

She imagined that she had that little boy, Johnny, doing it to her, reaming 
her cunt with his innocent pink tongue, and just the thought sent her 
crashing over her peak. 

Gently Jenny pushed Sarge's insistent muzzle away from her cunt. She had 
over-used it. That was the only description she could think of that covered 
the situation. After so long of making do with Sarge's educated tongue, 
suddenly she had come awake to a whole gamut of sexual possibilities. Her 
whole body was in a stage of shock. 

Still naked from the waist down, Jenny urged Sarge out the front door. She 
had to stand behind it so that Weemens wouldn't see her nudity if he was 
still out there spying on her. Sarge didn't want to go and Jenny had to 
force him, placing her knee between his rear legs and shoving with her 
thigh. 

Sarge's balls were a pair of furry eggs, warm against her naked skin. The 
touch of his thigh against hers, the feel of tender skin on tender skin, 
reawakened memories of Red, and Jenny was trembling by the time Sarge was 
outside and she had the door locked. 

She could still remember the way Red forced his way between her knees and 
sank his fat prick into her twat like a pile driver. It sort of started 
sliding into her hole and, wet or dry, nothing could stop it until it 
reached bottom. 

Just the recollection conjured an image in her mind of Red's rust-colored 
pubic hair tangling itself in her honey-tinted pussy-hair nest while she 
squirmed beneath his weight. She had always been impaled by that thick shaft 
of male meat through her center, pinned to the bed the same way a butterfly 
collector mounted his specimens. But she. had always come to enjoy it 
moments or minutes later. After a while she always forgot and forgave Red's 
unending grossness and responded by humping her hips and helping him slide 
that lubricated piston in and out of her fuckhole. 

God in heaven. I'm so gross now. Trying to seduce a little boy. To fuck him. 
I'm no better than Red ever was! Shivering, Jenny told herself that she 
wasn't going back to the school grounds the next day. She told herself that 
over and over. And then she moved to the front window and drew the curtains 
back. Carl Weemens was still outside playing with his lawn mower, but Jenny 
didn't care anymore if he saw her naked vagina or not. It didn't matter. She 
watched Sarge pick out a defenseless rose bush and raise his leg. His cock 
was half out of its sheath, brilliant with an almost painful red color. It 
was so beautiful out of its sheath-slippery wet and shaped like an endless 
bullet. Getting fucked by a dog would be like getting shot in the cunt with 
a bullet. 

Jenny laughed and as she observed the thick spray of yellow urine hose out 
of the dog's dick, she remembered how defenseless she had been when that boy 
had pissed in the restroom. The sight of Sarge peeing was turning her on 
again, "I won't go," she vowed half aloud to herself. "I won't." But as she 
let the drape and the curtain fall back, she knew she was lying. Just as 
surely as she knew that Carl Weemens was hanging over his lawn mower handle 
with an erection popping out of his trousers that made it impossible for him 
to move. 

Now that he had seen her cunt, Jenny thought, So what? What's he going to do 
with it? Bat it? She had to fight back a laugh that was half a sob. Big 
deal, she thought. Maybe I'll let him suck in my hairy pisshole and have wet 
dreams about sticking his old prick in me. 

She opened the door and let Sarge in. He tried to lick her slit but she 
batted his nose away. 

The house was quiet and dark and, after she fed Sarge, she stripped off the 
tennis blouse and crawled naked into the soft comfort of her bed. Sarge 
walked heavily around the house, unhappy that he was being left to his own 
devices. Finally he settled down next to the bed, his breath wheezing out in 
a disgusted sigh. 

At first she couldn't go to sleep. There was so much to think about. Her 
pussy was so sore, too, that it bothered her enough to keep her awake. The 
moment between wakefulness and slumber is only half real. After a while, 
Jenny felt herself being sucked down into that half world. 

Riding on a train. Riding on a train.... 

There was a girl being held by a bunch of Indians. She was fuzzy about how 
and why. They had her bent over with her young, furry cunt obscenely visible 
between her open legs. The girl was staring back through her legs at the 
viewer. And then her face was twisted with shock and revulsion. She 
struggled to get free.... 

Jenny's mouth was dry. Her heart was beating erratically. She was folded 
over, her long blonde hair hanging to the dirt. The feeling of shock 
engulfed her body as she saw the Indians leading the pony toward her naked 
cunt.... 

"No. No. No!" She wasn't sure if her screams were silent, only in her head, 
or if the waiting, watching Indians just ignored them.... 

The horse was nervous. He fought the men holding his head. Dangling from his 
loins, his cock was immense. At first it dangled like a man's arm. But as he 
came closer, the stallion's penis hardened and grew.... 

Jenny struggled. Her buttocks waggled weakly in rejection. The stallion 
lowered his head and his nostrils twitched as he caught the powerful woman 
scent of her moist vagina.... 

Jenny tried to stop him, only she couldn't. She couldn't even move and the 
horse came closer until his shadow blocked out the light and all she could 
see were his rear legs and his belly and the big, red bulk of his penis.... 

He snorted and moved his hindquarters. His cock nuzzled the opening to her 
cunt and Jenny froze. That huge, red piece of horsefuck meat pushed against 
her pussy-lips and she could only draw in her breath as she watched. Slowly 
entering her, she began to feel it-pulling her cunt apart. Then she 
screamed. 

Jenny woke up, her mind and body whirling. Her mouth was dry and she 
staggered into the bathroom for a glass of water. 

She was dizzy and she knew what it was from. Too much sex. The dream had 
been a warning to her to stop pursuing that strange excitement that obsessed 
her. 

She made a cup of coffee and went into the front room. The clock on the 
mantle showed it was barely seven in the morning. Flat light came in under 
the shades and the house felt cold and cheerless. Jenny snapped on the 
television set and huddled close to it the way some people crouch near a 
heater or a fireplace. Her breasts and particularly her nipples were knobby 
with goosebumps. The Herculon fabric on the chair felt scratchy against her 
naked buttocks. 

Flickering to light, the television tube exploded into a fanciful barrage of 
color that took away some of the gloom. It was a children's cartoon show. 

Jenny sipped her coffee. Slowly the strangeness caused by her dream left her 
and she began to feel comfortable sitting naked in front of her own 
television set. But her mind refused to stay there. 

Everybody thinks about sex a lot. It isn't unnatural. It can't be. I know 
there are other women who think about boys and dream about....A blush rose 
to Jenny's cheeks. But she knew it had to be true. She recognized the scene 
she had dreamed. It was sort of from a best-selling novel, The Shadowboxer, 
that lots of people got at their local drug store and supermarket. She 
remembered that she had read that scene over and over, wondering how it 
could possibly feel to have a horse fuck her. When she thought of it, 
unbidden she named the horse Red. Her husband had been the same-eager to 
fuck her with no thought for her comfort. 

She rattled the cup unhappily in its saucer. It did no good to think ill of 
the dead. Yet she knew, somehow, that what she was feeling was connected 
with her relations with her dead husband. 

Suddenly the television set blared with a loud flourish of brass instruments 
and a fiftyish adolescent came on the screen bouncing a basketball. 

"Listen to Uncle Charley, kiddies," the man with the ball said. "School 
playgrounds during the summer are as good a place to learn things during the 
summer as the classroom is in winter." He bounced the ball for emphasis. 

"The secret of growing up is to get along with people." He bounced the ball. 

"When you meet strange boys and girls your age, be friendly. Invite them to 
play with you." He bounced the ball. 

"Play their games and teach them yours." 

Uncle Charley smiled. "It's a summer-school lesson you'll always treasure." 

Balls! 

Jenny hit the knob on the set and sneered and Uncle Charley's vacant face 
faded from the screen. Of course she wasn't going to the playground. She 
told herself she wouldn't. She didn't want to warp some youngster's life. 
Maybe. 

Maybe.... 

Johnny had to learn about cocks and cunts and tits and tongues sometime, 
didn't he? Jenny bounced out of her chair and began to pace the room. Her 
small, compact body was vibrant with energy. Her firm tits jiggled slightly 
and she stroked them without thinking about what she was doing. 

Wouldn't it be better, she asked herself, if he learned it from an older, 
more experienced woman-like herself? She could show him how to do things 
right. And then he would know how to turn on those little girls, later. When 
they had cunts and tits instead of weewees and buttons. It would be 
practical sex education. Not the sort of introduction to sex she'd gotten 
from Red. 

She would be doing the community a favor! 

Jenny smiled and felt relaxed for the first time since she'd met Johnny. All 
she had to do, she figured, was decide on the first lesson Johnny really 
needed. 

Her fingers slid down from her belly button to the hairy mound that 
protected her sex slit. With no recriminations, her fingers began to 
manipulate her aroused cunt and she sat deep into her chair, spreading her 
legs as far apart as they would go and arching her back to bring her cunt to 
a position where she could hammer her finger in and out of her fuckhole with 
such force it jolted her whole body. Her finger was glistening with sex 
juice and her breathing became labored as she thought about Johnny and his 
sweet, white prick and how the thing she wanted above all else was to suck 
on it and suck until he spurted his sweet cum in her mouth. 

Sarge clicked his way across the uncarpeted hallway and gave Jenny a sleepy 
good-morning woof. She let him out while she fixed him a morning snack of 
milk bones. It was all so domestic that sometimes she forgot she wasn't 
fixing breakfast for a husband still in bed. Almost. 

She could never really forget the lack, though. Occasionally she even wished 
the front door would open some evening and Red would come bursting through, 
as horny as he always was after a cross-country haul. . 

Sometimes she had cause to curse her insatiable cunt. There were moments 
when she thought it ruled her life with its omnipotent greed for some large, 
sweaty pylon of fuck flesh. 

Calling Sarge in, Jenny put his breakfast on the blue kitchen tile before 
locking herself in the bathroom for her bath. Sarge always wanted to go into 
the bathroom with her, but Jenny wasn't sure if was safe. The big dog became 
unaccountably excited around water. Just the full bathtub was enough to turn 
him on. 

Jenny leaned over the tub to sprinkle lavender bath crystals in the water. 
Her breasts hung enticingly, like plump navel oranges. Her nipples assumed a 
dark rose-blush hue and the steam from the hot water coated her skin like 
sweat. A man, looking at her, would have imagined that she had just finished 
being screwed and she was still savoring the feeling. She had a look of 
sexual contentment about her. 

The warm steam rising from the tub of water served to excite Jenny. It 
caressed her body, each filmy tendril touching and patting her breasts and 
thighs with infinite softness. She imagined a young boy's hands would be 
like that-tender, gentle, searching. 

Sighing, Jenny spread her legs and felt the warm, moisture-laden air creep 
up the insides of her thighs to her crotch. It brushed up the honey-toned 
skin like a man's breath to cup her sex mound and threaten to enter the 
center of her being through her pussy. 

It was enough. She was getting wet inside. 

Quickly Jenny stepped into the hot bath water. She gasped when the water ran 
up her legs, the place where air and water met, cutting her nerves like a 
knife. 

"Wowww!" Jenny was tempted to get out of the tub and run some cold water. 
Then the warmth was penetrating her bones and she knew the heat was what she 
wanted, what she needed. 

Squatting in the tub, she almost jumped up when the water touched the plump, 
round contours of her butt. Forcing herself, she went lower and lower in the 
water, crying out when it hit her tender anus. Her cunt hairs were wet. The 
water seeped up each individual strand to electrify her crotch, preparing 
her for the even greater shock that was still to come. 

She sat down. "OHMIGOD!" Jenny gasped. Scalding water flowed around her 
quivering cuntlips which seemed to have swollen as big as balloons. Her sex 
hole had pursed itself tight shut against the insidious movement of water 
into her cock canal. 

Jenny was paralyzed, and focussing her eyes on a red-tipped toe-nail 
projecting out of the water. It was surrounded by a floating island of white 
soap bubbles that went away when she wiggled it. 

She was getting warm all over. Delicately she slid down in the tub, letting 
the water creep up to her breasts and warm them too. Not bad. A little soft, 
but not bad for a woman my age, Jenny thought. She cupped her tits in her 
hands and sighed with pleasure. Sometimes she pretended her hands were a 
man's, a strangers. And then it was really something. 

Sinking lower in the tub, her breasts became weightless. They seemed to 
float and bob at the surface of the soapy water. Her hands slid over them, 
tweaking the conical nipples that topped each pale mound of fun flesh. Just 
touching herself excited Jenny and her hands got rougher and rougher. She 
caught the turgid nipples between her thumb and forefinger and really 
squeezed and pulled. Her tit seemed to be made out of rubber. No matter how 
hard she pulled, it was able to stretch and stretch and stretch. 

She thought about Johnny, about his small cock that she had tasted but 
hadn't seen. She bet he was playing with it right at that moment, thinking 
about her. His dick was probably doubling and tripling in size as he held it 
in his hand. Jenny moaned with pleasure. She could hardly wait. Today she 
was going to hold it, touch it, play with it. This time she'd see his 
beautiful white peanut when she put it in her mouth. She'd feel his naked 
balls and smell their boyish odor as she licked each tiny one dry of its 
last drop of sperm. 

Her hands felt their way down her body to her thighs. Then her fingers 
slipped to the middle of her body and hooked into the sensitive puckered 
lips surrounding her vagina. 

It was enough for a moment as she stroked the puffy flesh. The movement 
under the bath water was warm and soapy. She petted herself faster. Her hips 
began to move in sympathy to the stroking of her hands. 

Johnny's beautifully innocent face filled her thoughts. Then his prick. The 
darling little thing she had never seen. She imagined herself showing her 
cunt to Johnny, letting him stick his finger inside her fuckhole. His hands 
were so small. Maybe he could put his whole hand INSIDE HER CUNT. 

Giddyness overcame Jenny. She could only think: TODA Y IS THE DA Y! 

Her arm jerked convulsively, pulling her cunt open and letting her pussy 
drown in a hot flood of soapy water. 

TODAY IS THE DAY! 

Her eyelids clenched shut and she imagined her mouth filling with hot baby 
sperm and her fingers followed the flood of water into her twitchy cunt. 

TODAY IS THE DAY! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Come on, Sarge." Jenny could barely restrain herself. She was in a hurry to 
get to the playground and the Great Dane's meandering into every neighboring 
yard was nerve wracking. Adroitly she stepped out of the big dog's way. She 
had on her last clean tennis skirt and blouse. Her white panties underneath 
were sheer and, even in front of the mirror when she'd flounced her skirt 
up, the mellow patch of her pubic hair had been apparent. In the bright 
sunlight as she spun and stretched for the ball on the tennis court, she 
knew the effect would be devastating. She didn't need black dog hair all 
over her to ruin everything. 

The morning sun was hot. It warmed her all over and she wished she had 
learned how to drive. Then she could go to the beach. July was her favorite 
month. Not too hot but never cold. There was a nude beach somewhere in the 
area that Jenny half wished she could get to. Not that she thought she had 
nerve enough to take her clothes off in public. It was just the thought of 
sitting on the beach with the hot sand between her legs while she watched 
dozens of naked pricks bobbing through the air around her turned her on. 
Even better if some of the pricks belonged to young boys. She vowed to find 
a way to one of the beaches as she whistled Sarge onto the school grounds. 

It was early yet and Jenny was disappointed when she looked around and 
Johnny wasn't there. Only one person was on the courts. He smiled eagerly 
and walked toward her. 

"Want to play a set?" He was young. Maybe only seventeen with shaggy blond 
hair that swept back on the sides of his head. Jenny thought he was cute 
looking. He had thick legs knobby with muscles and light blond hair that 
looked on him like a golden fur. 

"Why not?" Jenny set down her extra balls. "Sarge!" Her voice was low when 
she called, but authoritative. "Guard!" She pointed at the tennis balls and 
knew she could forget about the dog for a while. He might wander, but no 
further than he could keep an eye on them. The expensive obedience school 
he'd been sent to might not approve of his technique, but Jenny knew that 
the balls-or anything else she pointed toward-were safe as long as the Great 
Dane could walk. Sarge was the one present from Red that she really 
appreciated her husband for giving. 

The blond boy laughed. "Some guard dog." 

"You'd be surprised," Jenny said softly. She didn't like the blond boy as 
much any more. "Service?" She held the ball up. 

"Okay." 

She slammed the first ball over the net like Pancho Gonzales. It hit the 
cement court so hard it left fuzz on the concrete and the blond only gaped 
at it. She did it again and the boy tore after it and apologetically trotted 
the ball back to the net. "I'm really sorry...." He looked at her closely, 
paused, and then added, "ma'am. You're just too good for me. Maybe we could 
just sort of volley...." 

Jenny smiled. "My dog is a very good watch dog. Very good." 

"I'm sure he is, ma'am." The boy was uncomfortable and fidgetted from one 
foot to the other. 

"Of course we can volley," Jenny said more warmly. "I was just getting 
loosened up. I'm sorry I hit them too hard." 

She put an easy lob into his court and ran a little for the return. It felt 
good, chasing the ball, hitting it where she wanted and then taking the 
return with ease. Jenny was a good tennis player, but more to the point, she 
knew she looked good playing tennis. 

Stretching more than was necessary, twirling when she didn't have to, her 
whole body was on constant display. Her skirt flapped up, showing the trim 
curve and tuck of her buttocks. Her blouse drew taut against her breasts, 
showing off their soft jiggle and outlining the still firmly rounded 
undersides and her hard, sexy nipples. 

Charging the net from the foul line, Jenny jumped and eased a high-driven 
ball to the boy's feet. He could have hit it with a shovel but he missed by 
a yard. His eyes were slightly glazed. 

The blond wasn't sure he hadn't been seeing things. But when the woman had 
come up on the net, he thought sure as shit he had seen the split of her 
pussy under her nylon bikini bottoms. When she had come on the court, he 
thought she was younger. More his age. And if she hadn't slammed those balls 
practically between his toes he'd had some ideas of overwhelming her with 
his tennis technique and maybe getting her to take a walk into the bushes 
behind the school grounds. 

But that didn't mean he was outclassed all over the field. His cock was 
pushing so hard at his jockstrap that it felt like it would break off. He'd 
never seen anything like the woman he was playing. She was old. Maybe almost 
thirty. But she was built like a brick shithouse and she moved and stood so 
sexily he wanted to jump across the net and jerk down her pants and stick 
his tongue in her snatch to see if she was as sweet as she looked. 

She had a quiet face, pretty, with dark honey blonde or light honey brown 
hair framing it. Her eyes were green with flecks of gold and her skin was 
warm and soft and golden. Her eyelashes were thick and blue-black and every 
time she looked at him he saw her pert mouth and imagined he was sticking 
his dick into it. 

And she had him so hot he had to do something. He collected the ball and 
handed it to her. "I've got to go to the John," he said. "I'll be back in a 
few minutes." 

She looked at him and Chefs cock jerked desperately while he thought about 
her mouth around it, and then he turned and raced toward the restroom as 
fast as his third leg would let him. 

Inside the boys' lavatory, the same one Jenny had hidden in and watched the 
teenager masturbate the day before, Chet feverishly stripped off his shorts 
and jockstrap. He folded it and put it in his back pocket. His cock was like 
a stick of Mexican chorizo, making a lump in his shorts that a blind girl 
could see a block away. He looked at himself in the mirror and was 
satisfied. Chet had always felt cheated that women could advertise their 
product and men couldn't. But for this chick, he was going to put everything 
he had on the display rack. 

Jauntily he strolled back out on the tennis court. 

"Go ahead and serve," he called. 

He wasn't disappointed when it sizzled past, almost taking his balls with 
it. Good, he thought. She's looking! 

Jenny almost dropped the ball when the blond boy came back from the 
restroom. His shorts looked like he had stuffed them with a long piece of 
thick garden hose. She overpowered the ball and he just stared at it as it 
skinned past his hips. An inch over, she thought, or maybe two inches and he 
would've had to take his prick home in a sling. 

For a long moment, Jenny wondered if she had meant to do it, to smash the 
boy in the balls with the tennis ball. She knew she could do it easily 
enough, unless he simply kept his racquet strategically placed. 

He half limped back toward the net with the service and Jenny was amused to 
see the glistening red tip of his prick showing under his shorts. Having a 
hard-on was slowing him down and Jenny took advantage to make him run for 
the ball. The harder he ran, the more his dick showed. 

Jenny wondered what it would feel like to hold a cock like that again. It 
was even bigger than Red's and she knew she never wanted another prick like 
that stuck inside her tight pussy again. But it would be nice just to hold 
it. To look at his fat, long white penis and maybe stroke it lightly. To rub 
saliva on the crown-shaped head and tease his peehole with her fingers. 

She put her hand to her breast and lightly massaged her tit. It turned her 
on and she knew the blond was watching, getting hotter than ever. 

Knocking the next ball down, Jenny caught it with her left hand and walked 
up to the edge of the net. "I've had enough for a while," she said. 

"Sure." The boy was exuding confidence. Even though he was only seventeen or 
so, it was obvious that he'd done this sort of thing before. It kind of 
turned Jenny off. She wished he was more innocent. Still, she couldn't 
resist the memory of his huge cock hanging down his shorts, peeping from 
under the edge. She didn't want to look, either. She knew he'd see the gleam 
in her eye, the gleam she couldn't control. 

"How about a walk along the back of the school yard. It's pretty scenic. It 
drops off into a natural park area and you can see the whole city from 
there." 

"I'll bet it's crowded ... I don't really like crowds." 

"Nah. It's a nature-study area for the school sciences department. They keep 
it pretty well blocked off to the public. The only way in is through the 
school yard." 

Jenny pretended to hesitate, to struggle with her morals. She had already 
looked around and Johnny wasn't on the playground yet. She'd made a mistake. 
She hadn't told him to come in the morning and he probably planned on being 
there around mid-afternoon. Half sympathizing, Jenny could imagine how time 
was passing too slowly for the-boy. She wondered if he went into the 
bathroom and beat his little peter off. She hoped not. She wanted him to 
save it all for her, every drop of his sticky, white boyfuck cream. 

"I think I'd really like to see it." 

"Great!" The blond kid grinned and his eyes lingered on the front of her 
skirt, as if seeing again the groove between her thighs. "Let's go." 

Jenny whistled. "Come, Sarge!" 

"Isn't he supposed to guard this stuff?" The blond seemed disappointed they 
were taking the dog along. 

"If I'm not here, he's liable to forget and come after me anyway. I don't 
want him to get lost." Of course, Sarge would guard whatever Jenny told him 
to until the world came to an end if she didn't say different, but she 
didn't think the boy had to know that. 

The boy had been right about the view. The edge of the school playground 
dropped away on a sloping hill covered with thick shrubs and trees and long, 
uncut grass. He led the way down an almost invisible path to a sheltered 
alcove under the trees. Standing, Jenny could see the central part of the 
city in the distance. The new high-rise office buildings stood like 
glass-encrusted pricks, sticking up from the uneven pubic stubble of 
three-and four-story structures left over from the previous decade. 

"It really is beautiful, isn't it?" Jenny gazed wonderstruck at the city. It 
looked like a modernistic study showing the anachronism of the old with the 
dehumanization of the new. 

"Yeah." The boy's voice floated up to her. 

Jenny looked down and saw that the blond kid had stretched out on the grass 
on his back. Only he had taken off his tennis shorts to do it. The cock she 
had only imagined and half saw now projected like a flag pole from his 
groin. It was the only high rise in town that he was interested in. 

"Oh!" Jenny slowly sat down next to him. "Oh, that's beautiful. It's, it's 
magnificent." 

"Yeah," the kid said. 

"What's your name?" Jenny put her hand out and it hovered over his prick, 
absorbing its warmth without actually touching it. Whatever else it was, to 
Jenny it was really beautiful. The top was a gorgeous red, shaped like one 
of those funny helmets the Germans wore in World War II movies. Pulling down 
from the head in great looping rings was a furrowed necklace of crinkled 
carmine and pink skin. Last but hardly the least important was the thick 
white cockshaft. 

"Chet," the boy answered thickly. 

"That's nice." Jenny moved her hand closer and actually touched the waxy 
white skin of his cock. He was so young and his skin seemed so virginal. The 
shaft was practically translucent, filled with dark blue veins under the 
skin that Jenny knew some day would come to the surface like hard, twisty 
blue ropes. 

The boy was breathing hard. Closing her hand quickly around his prick and 
sighing, Jenny experienced a bolt of pleasure exploding in her own body. His 
cock was hot in her hand. She could feel the rush of blood through it, the 
beat of his heart. 

"It's wonderful, darling." 

Jenny couldn't think of anything else to say. She didn't know where to 
begin. She'd never had a cock in her hand like this before and she had to 
savor the moment. 

Chet squirmed nervously. He'd had his prick held and fondled before. It was 
his prized possession, that and his youthful good looks and enticing smile. 
But this time it was different. She was so old and experienced-and 
beautiful. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 
And she looked like she was going to put his prick in her mouth. 

The waiting was so impossible, Chet could have fainted. He moved to 
encourage her and she countered by moving his cock so whatever he did got 
him nowhere. By imperceptible movements, Jenny's mouth seemed to drift 
toward his prick. The blood was beating so hard in his cock that the tip was 
jerking spastically, his pisshole snapping open and closed in an uneven 
beat. 

"Chet," Jenny murmured. "Chet!" 

Then she engulfed the head of his cock with her lips, leaving traces of 
cherry colored lipstick on his alabaster fuck-flesh column as she swallowed 
as much of his cock as she could take. 

Jesus, Chet thought as he thrilled to the indescribable pleasure. Sweet 
Jesus. What would she say if she knew I was only fifteen? 

Jenny's mouth was stuffed with Chet's cock. Only half of it was in and it 
pounded against the back of her throat, gagging her. It was warm in her 
mouth, though. And her saliva made it pleasantly slick and she loved the 
feel of it running between her lips and the caressing of it with her tongue. 

Like a water bag full of hot, soapy water, the boy's balls flowed over 
Jenny's tiny hand, filling it and surrounding it. She could feel his swollen 
nuts inside, like almonds only gigantic. She squeezed them and sucked harder 
until she was almost crying. 

What she wanted was there. His sperm. His milky manhood. Each of her fingers 
could feel it in his fleshy ball sac. 

Jenny was completely turned on. Her whole body was an instrument of sex. She 
was a lightening rod gathering a charge. 

"Ummmph!" The sound was forced out of her as Chet tried to force her head 
down further on his out-sized meat. 

Jenny struggled but the boy was stronger than she was and she felt his cock 
being pushed into her throat and then she jerked away and came off of his 
cock and at the same time he began spurting. The semen came out in a wild 
gush. White hot sparks splattered against Jenny's face and she licked some 
off that hit around her mouth. She wanted to catch it all, but the boy 
squirmed so much she couldn't get her mouth over his cock again to suck his 
balls dry, so she settled by holding her hand over his cockhead and licking 
the white goo off her hand when he stopped pumping. 

Chet lay very still, only his chest moving as he breathed hard. 

"Don't move," Jenny ordered softly. 

Then her silky tongue ran up and down his slightly softened penis column and 
she covered his prickhead with her mouth. 

She was intoxicated with sex, with the tremendous outpouring of the boy's 
sperm from his almost hairless balls. She felt warm and grateful toward him 
and showed it in the reverent way she cleaned his prick with her tongue and 
mouth, even sucking his balls one after the other into her mouth to scrub 
thoroughly with her tongue. 

"There!" She licked her lips. "All done. Wasn't that wonderful?" 

Chet's prick was still hard, still throbbing. "Let's fuck now," he suggested 
thickly. "No. That's enough." 

"Let's fuck. Now!" Chet sprang from the ground. Catching Jenny's shoulders 
before she could rise, he pushed her over on her back and began to tug at 
her panties. What the fuck? She couldn't complain. If she did he'd have her 
for corrupting a minor or contributing to his delinquency. She'd shit after 
he screwed her and then told her he was only fifteen. She might even let him 
fuck her in the ass then. Once she was scared enough. Besides, Chet figured, 
once he had his prick jammed into her pussy up to the balls, she wouldn't 
complain about anything. 

"Sarge!" 

Chet hadn't even thought about the big black dog until Jenny screamed. But 
he did then. Something big and strong with a lot of points clamped down on 
his upper arm and began to tighten. It was Chet's turn to scream. Out of 
fear. 

"Let me up," Jenny ordered. "Carefully." 

Chet edged as far away from the woman as he could and he thought he could 
feel circulation returning to his arm. 

Standing up, Jenny brushed the dust and loose twigs and leaves from her 
skirt and blouse and grimaced at a few faint green stains from the grass or 
bushes surrounding the grove. 

"Let me up!" Chet was regaining his bravado. His plea was in the form of a 
demand and Jenny ignored him. 

"I'm only fifteen. You can't get away with this." 

"Oh?" Jenny stared at the frightened boy for a while. "Sarge. Off!" 

Reluctantly the dog let go of Chet's arm and walked back a few feet. He 
seemed disinterested in the half-nude boy on the ground. 

Jenny stooped and picked up his tennis shorts. She handed them to Sarge and 
the Great Dane wagged his tail. He didn't drop them. 

"Jesus Christ. He didn't even growl before he bit me." Chet, seeing the 
dog's mouth was full, examined his arm. "I'll probably have a bruise there 
tomorrow." 

"It should remind you that when somebody says no, they mean no, darling." 
Jenny couldn't help looking at the boy with affection. Only fifteen and 
already burdened with that huge prick. She didn't want to think what it 
would be when he was full grown ... maybe fifteen inches and as thick as her 
fist. She shivered. 

"Well, shit. I was excited and it's all your fault. Give me my pants." 

"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. If you want them, take them." 

Chet reached his hand out toward the shorts dragging out the side of Sarge's 
mouth. The dog growled. 

Jenny smiled. "He only growls when his mouth is full. Hundred and 
seventy-five pound dogs usually don't have to growl to get attention." 

Chet was closer and Sarge's lips pulled back from his teeth. His fangs were 
as long as a man's finger and as thick, ending in needle-sharp points. 

Shrugging, Chet said, "Please!" His prick which had once been the biggest 
thing about him was shriveled up to the size and shape of a slightly 
over-sized peanut. 

"You'll have to make do with what you've got. Come, Sarge." Jenny started to 
walk away but Chet lunged at her. 

"You fucking whore, I'll teach you." His eyes were red with hurt pride. He'd 
let a woman get the better of him. 

If he had reached Jenny he might have hurt her, but Sarge was quicker. He 
dropped the shorts and grabbed one of Chet's legs by the calf and the blond 
boy pitched face forward into the dirt. 

"Fetch," Jenny ordered. She pointed and the dog reluctantly gave up Chet's 
leg and picked up his shorts again. He wagged the bobbed stump of his tail 
to show he was happy doing anything his mistress suggested, even if he'd 
rather be chewing on the boy's arm or leg or some other joint. He sniffed 
pointedly at Chet's crotch, but the boy was quick to cup his prick and balls 
in his hands. 

"When you want to learn about being a man," Jenny said sweetly, "come and 
talk to me. Come, Sarge." 

The dog followed obediently and Jenny supposed Chet would be all right. He 
had his shirt and he'd manage to get home wearing only that and his tennis 
racquet. Maybe she should help him more. But he had to want to be helped. 

Even before she was back at the tennis court, her eyes were sweeping the 
playground. What she needed now, more than ever, was the sweet innocence of 
a boy like Johnny. A boy who would be eager to learn and would let her guide 
him. 

A boy who would give her his sperm, his tiny prick and balls for just a 
little while for what she could teach him. 

Jenny wanted to be free for just a little while of all the filthy demands 
most men made on women. She wanted to live naturally. And what could be more 
natural than a little child? A little virginal boy with a pretty penis he 
only pissed with? 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The boy still wasn't at the school. The red brick buildings with their blank 
walls or even blanker windows were becoming oppressive. The tennis courts 
were crowded with people. Jenny sat on an empty bench and lost herself in 
watching the game and enjoying the warm sun. 

"Hi!" 

Swiveling around, Jenny almost sang her responsive "Hi!" Johnny fidgeted 
uncertainly. He was wearing clean jeans and his hair was slicked down, the 
cowlick struggling to stand up. He even had a clean white T-shirt neatly 
tucked into his jeans. 

"Did you ... did you mean what you said yesterday?" 

"About what?" Jenny couldn't help teasing the boy. 

"You know. That I could see your ... pussy." Johnny couldn't help himself. 
He blushed dark enough to make a beet jealous. 

"I always mean what I say." She smiled at Johnny. She was so light and 
fluffy inside she felt like she could float. "Come on, darling." She stood 
and took Johnny's hand. 

To the other people at the tennis court, it just looked as if the child's 
mother was taking him for a stroll or maybe home. If anyone had commented, 
he would have probably said how sweet it looked, a mother and child holding 
hands so lovingly. 

Johnny had to clutch Jenny's hand. His hard . little cock ached so he 
thought it would burst. His hand felt helpless in Jenny's, even though they 
were almost the same size. Johnny was dizzy with anticipation. He didn't 
know what he was anticipating, but he knew it had to be something special. 

Jenny was aquiver with anticipation too. She suddenly realized that she 
hadn't thought past this point. She'd been so excited by the possibilities 
that she had given no consideration to what she was going to do when the 
moment arrived. It may have been she hadn't really believed that the boy 
would show up. She squeezed his hand and led Johnny toward the spot Chet had 
taken her to. 

Behind them, like a shadow, Sarge trotted along with Chet's snorts, mauled 
out of shape, dangling ludicrously from the side of his mouth. 

"Where are we going?" 

"I know a nice place. You'll like it." 

"My mother says I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers...." 

Jenny smiled. "She meant men strangers, darling." 

"I suppose so." The boy's answer was an uncertain mumble. 

Jenny hurried her pace. The closer they came to the shrub-enclosed clearing, 
the more eager she was. Chills raced across her body as she thought of 
holding his prick in her mouth. Maybe ... maybe even let him fuck her. She 
imagined his small body on hers, his baby butt raising and falling as he 
plunged his pretty prick into her hairy twat. 

"Here," she said. 

The glade was still and peaceful. Rung around by green shrubs, it had an air 
of tranquility-of being away from it all. There was no sign of Chet. 

"What did I say I'd do?" Jenny's voice teased the boy who was suddenly 
terribly bashful. 

"You said you'd let me look at your pussy...." 

"Oh, that. I remember now." Slowly, Jenny bent and put her thumbs in the 
tops of her panties and slipped them down her legs. When they were all the 
way down, she stepped out of them and carefully hung them on a nearby 
branch. 

Johnny gulped. He couldn't believe what was happening. He watched as Jenny 
slipped off her panties and his cock seemed to grow a foot, painfully 
doubling over in his pants as he realized she wore nothing underneath. He 
saw a flash of bare flesh and hair and then Jenny was standing straight 
again, staring at him with a smile on her lips. 

"There," she said. Gaily she added, "What else?" 

Her tennis skirt barely covered her crotch. On the tennis court he'd have 
never noticed anything even though the skirt was so short. But now ... he 
knew there was nothing underneath. He could see her pussy if it raised even 
an inch. 

"Don't you want me to do anything?" Jenny's tone was chiding. 

"Well ... uh ... would you sort of walk around?" 

Jenny seemed disappointed but she did as Johnny asked. His prick was bigger 
and he felt it throbbing as the white skirt flipped up with each step she 
took. Johnny gulped again. With her legs open and her skirt moving, he could 
see a fine matt of golden hair between Jenny's legs. 

Suddenly Jenny was standing next to him. "This must be uncomfortable," she 
whispered. The boy felt her hands touching the front of his jeans and the 
next thing he knew his prick peeked out of the front of his blue jeans. 

"Look," Jenny whispered. She lifted the front of her skirt for an instant 
and Johnny could see the beautiful swirls of golden hair over a dark line 
between her thighs. 

Instantly she turned and, keeping her legs straight, leaned over and put her 
hands on the ground. "Lift my skirt," she ordered. 

Johnny couldn't disobey. The hem was already pulled up and he could see 
something he'd never imagined before: a woman's hairy twat from behind. A 
beautiful woman's soft, lovely pussy. 

Her buttocks were soft and rounded. They were wide and dimpled, but not fat. 
Directly between them was a little rosebud of an anus. And then there was a 
beautiful patch of white skin that looked too tender to touch. 

Johnny's heart pounded harder. His prick jerked with suppressed desire. Just 
past that skin where the soft folds of pussy skin that made two soft mounds 
that came together to form a dark slit under her yellow fur. Hesitantly he 
put out his hand to touch it and then stopped. 

"Go on," Jenny urged. "Touch it. Remember, I promised you, you could." 

Jenny would have killed him if he didn't. She was so excited her legs and 
arms were quivering. From her bent-over position, she could see everything 
between her legs. She could see her own tightly clenched cuntlips and 
Johnny's half-forgotten prick projecting from his blue jeans like a red and 
pink candle. 

She wriggled her hips and Johnny's hand made contact! 

Jenny gurgled. Her whole cunt was aflame. The boy just held his hand over it 
until her hips were bucking. 

"Put your finger in," she said hoarsely. He did and Jenny almost pitched 
forward to the ground. It felt so delicious. Nothing was like it. "Move it 
around. Please." 

Jenny watched as the boy stirred his finger around inside her red-lined 
cunt. Her lips tightened around his finger and forced it out. 

"It's too tight," he complained. His cock had gotten darker with the flow of 
blood as he touched her. 

"Please! Just a little more," Jenny begged. "Then I'll do something for 
you." Her eyes sought out the hard lump of his boyhood, his stiff prick. 
Waiting to get it in her mouth was impossible. But his finger in her snatch 
felt so good...."Please. Push it back in!" 

She watched with avid eyes as Johnny forced his finger between the silky 
mounds guarding her cunt. His finger was wet and slippery with her juices 
and it went right in, stopping only when his knuckle on his hand was shoving 
its way into her hole too. 

Jenny squirmed and mewed and Johnny yelped by moving his hand back and forth 
as fast as he could, just like he did when he was beating himself off. 

"OhOhOhOhOhOh!" Jenny's gasps were ragged explosions of breath as she 
responded to every touch of the boy's flesh on hers, of his tiny finger 
pumping in and out of her twat. "God," she moaned. She crumpled forward and 
rolled on her back. It had been so good....Her arms just wouldn't hold her 
any more. 

Johnny was still foolishly staring at his wet finger. 

"Come here," Jenny said. She patted the ground next to her head. 

Dutifully, like a son behaving for his mother, Johnny folded his legs and 
sat next to Jenny's head. He hadn't done anything. And yet it had been 
tremendous. Just putting his finger in the beautiful lady's fuckhole had 
turned him on so that he couldn't stop. Johnny felt like he was full of 
electricity as he sat next to Jenny. What he wanted to do more than anything 
was beat off. But he was too shy to do it in front of her. 

Tenderly, Jenny patted the boy's leg. He was so scared he was trembling. She 
inhaled deeply and could smell the aroma of the boy's sex mingling 
unmistakably with the odor of her aroused sexuality. 

She stared up past his leg at his jerking prick. It was so white! 

Jenny raised her head and laid her cheek on the boy's thigh. Her golden hair 
sparkled against the blue of his jeans. Then her lips drifted toward the 
pointy tip of Johnny's cock. 

"I'm scared." 

Johnny's leg was trembling under Jenny's cheek. "That's all right. Just let 
Jenny do this for you, baby. You'll feel okay in just a minute." 

She moved her mouth closer and then she didn't say anything more. Her breath 
was hot on his tender prick skin. From close up, his baby wiener looked 
tremendous. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," she purred, "Beautiful." 

Then her lips parted and his small, hard fuckstick was being sucked between 
her lips into the warmness of her mouth. 

"Oh, wow," Johnny said. "Oh, wow!" His small arms went around Jenny's head, 
hugging her close to him as her lips puckered around his cock. Her tongue 
flickered out and caressed his hairless balls. The boy jerked as if he'd 
been hit by electricity. 

"Do it to me more," he practically whimpered as Jenny's lips slipped off the 
end of his prick. He wanted to jam it back into her mouth, take up where 
she'd left off. 

Jenny smiled. "Take your clothes off. All of them." 

Johnny's uncertainty had vanished. His T-shirt came off leaving his upper 
body naked. In his haste he pushed his blue jeans down around his ankles, 
then had to stand and bend over to untie his tennis shoes so he could get 
them off. 

Dangling from his crotch, his scrotum looked defenseless, vulnerable. His 
cock jabbed straight out from his body and his wound-up balls looked out of 
place under it. 

To Jenny he looked absolutely marvelous. When he bent over his buttocks 
opened to reveal the dark, warm tunnel of his anus. When he was naked, she 
motioned Johnny to come back to her. 

Standing, Johnny towered in front of Jenny like a Greek Adonis. His body was 
as smooth as marble, his balls were hairless and unwrinkled. 

Sitting up, Jenny raised her head to the level of the boy's midriff. She 
smelled his sex and then bent her head forward. His penis rose to meet her 
mouth and she tasted the tangy flavor of salt that young boys always 
sweated. 

He was so different from Red and from that blond boy-Chet. As she sucked his 
prick into her mouth and then somehow managed to add his balls, holding the 
whole of his sex orally, Jenny knew the difference was that he was young. 
Really young. It was something she couldn't describe, but it made all the 
difference. His skin tasted sweeter. 

His prick, though smaller, had more quality. 

With her lips pressed tight around his hard little cock and balls, Jenny 
soared from both the knowledge that she was giving Johnny an ultimate 
sensation that could never be duplicated when he was older. Swirling her 
tongue over his balls, she luxuriated in their reactions. They were like 
hard marbles at first. Then they got furry and seemed to swell. 

Johnny's hips were moving, working back and forth, sawing his-genitals in 
and out of her mouth. Jenny let his balls pop free so that only the boy's 
prick was moving between her lips. He went faster. 

She felt him swelling, getting bigger. His movements were more frantic and 
then he suddenly pushed his cock into her mouth, rubbing his belly against 
her face. 

Her hands went around his body, clutching his youthful asscheeks. Her 
fingers slipped into the canyon between them and sought out that hot 
shithole. Tenderly she pressed, her index finger pushing its way into his 
hot anal channel. It was doing things to him, making him squirm and murmur 
with pleasure. 

Jenny worked her finger around inside Johnny's tight asshole. She felt 
herself being turned on. His little shithole sucked at her finger, as if 
nursing on it. 

She wondered for a moment if that was what it felt like for a man to shove 
his finger in her hole and stir her juices. If it was, no wonder some men 
seemed to like to finger-fuck more than they did to screw. 

Jabbing her finger into the boy's anus, her mouth and tongue and lips 
experienced the almost instantaneous response, the stiffening of his sweet 
young prick, the swelling of his balls. 

She was ready for the sudden jet of hot, delicious sperm that flooded into 
her mouth. Swallowing what she couldn't hold in her mouth, stroking him with 
her tongue to coax more out of his little boy's penis, Jenny did her best to 
fulfill herself completely on the boy's first real sexual ejaculation. 

When she was done, she relaxed, contented. Now, she thought, he knows what 
it can really be like! 

"Did you like it?" 

Johnny shook his head. He seemed dazed. A silly smile stretched across his 
face. "Can we do it again?" 

"Already?" At first Jenny was surprised. Then delighted. His sweet prick was 
a little smaller, but still hard. He had recovered from his ejaculation in 
almost no time at all. Perhaps all young boys were like that. It could be 
the reason so many men were youth hungry ... to regain lost potency. 

"If ... if you will." Johnny was bashful again. He fondled his 
still-throbbing prick as if amazed it had given him so much pleasure without 
changing at all. 

Jenny looked up and the fancy that the boy was a Greek god was enhanced by 
the blue sky and the tiny white clouds far over his finely chiseled 
shoulder. At that moment she adored all of him, his pink toes and smooth, 
rounded thighs. His flat belly. The delightful rod that was his cock 
sticking out in front of him. Even his cowlick. 

"If we do something else, can you try to hold back?" 

Vigorously Johnny nodded his head. 

"Good. Now I'm going to lay on my back." Jenny stretched out on her back and 
raised her knees. The short white skirt fell back across her belly, exposing 
her cunt to a soft breeze that rustled the bushes. She motioned Johnny to 
come closer. 

"Now you put your knees on each side of my head." With her hands, Jenny 
carefully guided Johnny's legs into position so that his cock and balls hung 
directly over her face. 

"I promised you that you could look at my pussy and do anything to it that 
you wanted, didn't I?" 

"Uh-huh." Johnny stared down at Jenny's folded-back skirt and realized he 
was staring directly into that mysterious fuckhole that the older guys were 
always joking about poking their pricks into in the toilet. 

"Look at it real close. Real close. You can do anything you want to with 
it...." Jenny's voice seemed so far away. 

Johnny leaned forward and it got more distant, and then he wasn't hearing it 
at all any more. It seemed like a good idea to lower his head until it was 
between the lady's golden-tanned thighs to see better. 

Her twat seemed to be so hairy. At first all Johnny could see was the soft 
full pad of yellow hair that covered her crotch. A strange aroma drifted up 
to fill his nostrils. It was pungent, but pleasant. It even seemed to excite 
him. 

"Look closer!" Jenny's far-away voice demanded. 

He did. He looked closer and he discovered he could see under the hair. Her 
skin was so soft looking down there, so pale and defenseless looking. 
Hesitantly he put his hand on her crotch and, with his fingers, spread the 
soft pussy hair. The woman smell was stronger. It seemed to draw him down. 

He lowered his head and his tongue tentatively peeped out from between his 
lips. He stretched his tongue further. It touched the soft, wrinkled skin of 
her twat. 

"AHAhhggh!" Jenny's cry was soft. 

Instantly Johnny felt something hot and suctioning cling to his dangling 
penis. She's sucking my cock again, he thought. She's doing it to me again! 

A tingle spread through his whole body. Jenny's lips on his prick had been 
the greatest thing that had ever happened to him in his whole twelve years. 

In response, Johnny's tongue speared out an incredible distance, guided by 
instinct into Jenny's tight hole and lashing out at the inside of her cunt. 
Avidly the boy began licking at her swollen pubes, pushing into her slot 
which seemed to open more each time he brushed it with his tongue. Jenny's 
taste was strange, a little bitter at first, but as the boy got used to it, 
he grew to like it. 

His head rose and fell between her upraised knees as if he were bobbing for 
apples-or cherries. 

Jenny squealed and sucked harder on his little knob of a cock. His tongue 
lancing into her body felt so good. She knew it would. It was better than 
anything that had ever happened to her before. 

Being tongue-fucked by a twelve-year-old boy, feeling his smooth cheeks 
gliding down between her thighs, sucking on his silky cock, all combined to 
drive her half out of her mind with pleasure. She was dizzy with joy. 

Johnny's cock was stiffening again and she bit down on it a little and it 
softened slightly. She pulled her lips from the boy's prick and let her head 
fall back so she could watch it bobbing and weaving in front of his eyes. He 
was so excited she could hear grunts and squeals of pleasure from him as he 
rooted happily in her furrow. 

"Sarge," Jenny said softly. 

The big black dog came over and sat next to Jenny's head. Gently Jenny 
cupped his buttocks in her hands and spread them apart. 

Without any further command, Sarge's big tongue began to probe and pry and 
wash Johnny's asshole. 

The boy almost stopped tongue-fucking Jenny, but the moment she caught his 
cock in her mouth, he started again. 

The dog's tongue prying into Johnny's asshole was so strange at first that 
the boy almost jumped. But he began enjoying it almost immediately. The 
whole fantastic cycle of sticking his tongue in Jenny's cunt and having her 
suck his cock while the dog licked his asshole was one overwhelming pleasure 
to which the boy happily succumbed. 

Jenny took her mouth off the boy's cock. He was getting near his climax and 
the feeling between her own thighs was unbearable. "When you cum, cum hard," 
she begged. "As hard as you can." 

She held his gyrating penis in her hand and slowly and methodically began to 
stroke her hand up and down it, drawing the loose fold of foreskin up and 
down over the sensitive glans of his cock. It was getting bright red and 
Sarge was licking faster. 

"Now!" Jenny shouted. "Now!" 

She held his cock pointed down at her face as she squeezed, aiming it like a 
hose at her face and breasts. 

Johnny drove his tongue into her cunt like a big, soft nail and it convulsed 
Jenny with pleasure as his cock began to spew huge drops of semen on the 
tanned skin of her face and breasts. 

Jenny closed her eyes, feeling the boy's sex shower bathing her. She opened 
her mouth and caught as much of the sweet rain as she could, rolling it 
around in her mouth to savor the flavor before she swallowed it. She opened 
her eyes and she was still holding his cock. A glimmering white pearl of 
semen hung from the very tip of his penis. It grew and grew, threatening at 
any moment to fall. 

Raising her head, Jenny caught it in her tongue and then licked Johnny's 
cock and balls clean while he was still over her. 

She was still doing it when she heard voices from the other side of the 
bushes. She pushed him over and handed him his pants. He looked blank for a 
moment, then scrambled to put them on. Sarge, intelligently, moved out of 
the way. 

"Call me mother!" Jenny whispered urgently. She sat up and put her panties 
under her butt where they wouldn't show. Then clutched her knees. 

"Don't you think, darling, that this would be a wonderful place to bring 
your father and brother for a picnic?" 

Johnny stared at Jenny as he buttoned the last button on his blue jeans and 
tugged his shirt over his head. A young man and a girl walked into the 
clearing at that moment and Johnny dutifully said, "Yes, mother." 

The girl didn't even notice them. "What do you think I am," she was saying 
with the high pitch of anger in her voice, "a tramp you can drag off in the 
bushes for a quick lay?" Her hair was bright red and she didn't make any 
effort to keep her voice down. 

The man looked at Jenny and blushed and then he looked at her again, 
longingly. "Please, Marge...." he said. He guided her elbow and the two of 
them were gone in the brush in an instant although their voices drifted back 
to them for a long while. 

After a while, when there was silence and while Johnny was putting on his 
tennis shoes, he said, "Can we do it again?" 

"Of course, darling." Then Jenny gave him a real grown-up kiss on the mouth 
and was pleased by the way his mouth softened and he gave one back, his 
tongue poking into her mouth still flavored with the taste of her cunt. 

"Tomorrow," Jenny said. 

"For sure?" 

"For sure." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jenny was so pleased by the afternoon that she didn't think a thing of Mr. 
Weemans following her up to the front door of her house. If she'd thought 
about it, it would have seemed strange. In the twelve years she'd lived 
there, from the time she'd been a frightened, innocent little housewife just 
discovering the world to now, he'd never so much as stepped into her yard. 

She'd seen Weemans graduate from an ineffectual middle-aged man to an old 
one and, while she was invariably pleasant to him, she'd never encouraged 
his friendship. 

"Can I come in and talk to you for a moment?" His contrite request was even 
unusual. Weemens usually spent his time telling people what they could or 
should do and seldom asking. 

Jenny looked at him. If she wasn't still high on sex she undoubtedly would 
have made note of the sweat gathered on his thin, leathery face or the fact 
that he was breathing hard. In twelve years she had never seen him do 
anything more strenuous than mow the lawn-slowly. 

"Of course!" She opened the door and held it for her neighbor. 

Sarge followed him in, sniffed disdainfully at Weemens' cuff, then retreated 
to the bedroom as if to show his utter disgust at Jenny's choice of company. 

"Mrs. Kelsey...." Weemens began. 

"Jenny." Jenny smiled at him as if they'd always been on a first-name basis. 

"Yes. Jenny." Weemens was sweating more as if the heat were turned up too 
high. "You have a beautiful home here." 

"Thank you." Jenny's answer was automatic. The house, she knew, was nice. 
She had a small English spinet piano made out of real walnut that she'd 
practically stolen at a junk auction. The bay window in the front of the 
house was covered with a set of gaily striped drapes that clashed with the 
soft gold walls and red-lavender carpet. Sometimes she thought she'd made 
too much of an effort for color in her living room, but then she hadn't ever 
expected anybody to call it beautiful. Jenny would have been happy enough if 
somebody told her it resembled a French whorehouse specializing in little 
boys, because that was the effect she had been trying to get. Something gay. 

"Um ... I'm a lonely man, Miss ... Jenny." 

"Yes?" Jenny said automatically. 

"I've noticed since your husband died that you haven't had any male 
companionship...." 

"Well, Mr. Weemens, I just felt that Red was enough for me." She glanced at 
her dead husband's picture sitting on the piano. She'd always wondered why 
she'd kept it. Now she knew. Weemens looked at it too and practically 
stumbled over his own tongue. 

Weemens would have liked to stop. But he was committed. "Jenny, that's no 
way for a young, beautiful woman like yourself to be. You need to ... keep 
yourself alive." 

And finally Jenny caught on. 

The aging, balding man sitting on the edge of her lavender and chartreuse 
couch decorated in huge floral patterns was trying to tell her that he had 
come to rescue her from loneliness, from drying up into a withered old 
spinster. Jenny almost giggled. 

His solution, she could figure out for herself, was probably to shove his 
old cock into her cunt once or twice a week and turn the juices of life back 
on in her. 

"Indeed, Mr. Weemens, I've thought about it. But no other man could ever 
take my dear dead husband's place." Jenny glanced affectionately at Red's 
picture, showing him in one of his better moods. "And the insurance from the 
accident was adequate to keep me from being forced to seek out a man." 

"You're missing the point, Jenny." Frantically Weemens scrabbled in his 
pocket and took out a sheaf of photographs. 

He fluttered them wildly in Jenny's face. "I mean this!" 

The top photograph in black and white showed a man climbing onto a woman's 
naked body. It was taken from between their feet and was a view mainly of a 
thick, girder-like penis reaching from a pair of taut balls to a fat, sloppy 
over-used cunt that stretched around it like a latex girdle around a fat 
butt. 

Weemens snatched the first one away and Jenny had to gasp. The second 
photograph was of a woman sucking the immature pricks of two little boys 
while they played with her huge tits. The woman had her legs spread and a 
Coke bottle was shoved in her cunt. The photo had the printed-on title "The 
Nursemaid" at the bottom. 

Jenny snatched the packet of photographs out of her neighbor's hand. "Mr. 
Weemens!" 

Suddenly he was very quiet. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm very sorry." 

He looked like he was going to cry and Jenny couldn't help feeling sorry for 
him. He started to get up but she sat on the couch next to him and put her 
hand on his shoulder. 

"You don't know what it's like," he said. "My wife is a cow. I've tried to 
be faithful to her. But she doesn't feel anything smaller than a Thermos 
bottle in that huge cunt of hers. And ... and I'm not very well hung." 

"It's all right, Mr. Weemens." 

"Harry," he said. 

"It's all right, Harry." 

"We haven't fucked in years. Nothing. And it's driving me crazy. And 
watching you over here by yourself is making me crazier." He got up and 
Jenny got up with him, pressing against him. "I'd better go," he said. 

"Yes," she said. She put her hand on his arm. "I'll keep these pictures and 
get rid of them," Jenny said. "I don't think they're doing you any good." 

"No. They're not. I look at them and I feel worse than ever. I don't want to 
do any of those weird things. I just want to ... have a relationship with a 
nice girl. That's all." 

Jenny moved closer to him. Her tits pressed gently and warmly against his 
arm. "Why don't you come back when you're not so upset. We can talk more 
then." 

"Do you mean it?" 

Jenny smiled and squeezed his arm. "I mean it." 

"Thanks," Weemens said fervently. "Thanks." He meant it and Jenny knew he 
did. She put her arms around him and hugged him, squashing her tits against 
his body. 

Harry Weemens was glowing all over when he left. He didn't even glance at 
the pile of photographs sitting on the piano right next to Red's photograph. 

Jenny didn't even glance at Red's photograph as she picked them up. 

Jenny was glowing for a different reason, though. The moment she saw the 
photographs she knew that somehow she was missing out. Her dreams had always 
been filled with sexual fantasies. But straight-laced fantasy. Her affair 
with Johnny was almost complete. She had thought there was only one thing 
left to do-to be fucked by him, to have him filling her mature, hairy cunt 
with his slick little boy prick. She wanted his hot sperm jetting inside her 
body. But that was all the further she had thought about it. 

It was enough for Jenny to know that her wildest fantasy was being 
fulfilled. She was actually the paramour of a twelve-year-old virgin boy. At 
least, it had been enough. 

Now she wasn't so sure. 

She looked a second time at the woman sprawled on the bed with two boys. In 
place of the vague, "proper" feeling of outrage and disgust she had showed 
in front of Harry Weemens, she began experiencing something else: curiosity. 

What would it be like to be the playground for two healthy, active boys? 

The women in the picture seemed pleased. Her nipples were large and 
distended under the boys' playful fingers and mouths. Her lips were greedy 
around their slender cocks. Even the Coke bottle jammed in her twat didn't 
seem unpleasant. 

Jenny tried to imagine what that would feel like. She lay down on the couch 
and spread her legs and tried to imagine it being poked in her hole. She 
couldn't. It was beyond her experience. 

Hesitantly Jenny sat up on the couch. Then, making up her mind, she stood 
and walked into the kitchen. She took a half-empty bottle of Pepsi from the 
refrigerator and took off the plastic cap. The liquid in the bottle fizzed a 
little. 

Gulping the cold soda straight from the bottle, she walked back into the 
front room where she kicked off her shoes to luxuriate with the feel of the 
lavender carpet pushing up between her naked toes. 

On the edge of the couch Jenny squirmed for a moment then slid her white 
bikini panties down her long, slender legs and dropped them on the floor. 

She looked at the picture again, hesitating. The woman looked happy. 
Contented. Her cunt seemed to be writhing joyfully around the neck of the 
Coke bottle. 

Steeling herself, Jenny placed the mouth of the Pepsi-Cola between her 
cuntlips and shoved. An icy arrow seemed to penetrate her vagina. The chill 
of the refrigerator seemed to cling to the glass and radiate into the 
delicate pink lining of her twat. The feeling was so intense that for a 
moment Jenny couldn't move. Then she looked down. 

The bottle filled her slit, making the lips bulge in a wicked grin around 
its shiny circumference. Her pale pubic hair spread around the bottle like a 
field of wheat, then split and swept around it. If it hadn't felt so 
strange, Jenny would have laughed. She imagined a huge bottle sticking 
upside down out of a field of wheat with the inverted trademark blaring the 
message that the product tasted better than cunt juice. 

She squeezed her lips down around it and felt the glass slide back out of 
her hole with a slick, skating motion that vibrated Jenny's whole body. 

Enough of that! Jenny's eyes uncrossed and she put the bottle down on the 
floor. Casually she picked up the pile of photographs and went to the next 
picture. It showed an older woman with a boy about sixteen. The woman was 
crouched over the boy licking his penis. It was apparently spouting semen 
because flecks of white stuff were all over the place. The boy's head was 
raised and Jenny could just see his tongue playing inside the woman's 
peehole. 

That was good. She knew it was. Just looking at the picture made her 
remember how Johnny's tongue had made her almost insensible. In a few short 
moments that sexually virgin boy had done more for Jenny than Red had ever 
done in all the years of their marriage. 

The last picture showed the same woman squatting, her thighs spread wide for 
balance. She was holding a pair of man's hands in front of her as she 
lowered herself onto the boy's bare stomach and stiff prick. 

What made Jenny gasp was that his prick wasn't going into her cunthole. 

The woman was sitting on it, letting it slide like a sword into her asshole! 

It would hurt something fierce. Jenny knew that, yet she couldn't understand 
why the picture turned her on. Her sex slot was leaking like a faucet. Sex 
didn't have anything to do with her ass, did it? 

Gingerly she put one hand under her and pressed at her anus with her finger. 
It didn't really hurt when it pushed into her asshole. Her finger was just 
an uncomfortable pressure. But she was excited by having it there. Just as 
she'd been excited when she'd finger-fucked the boy in the asshole. 

Her other hand drifted to her upthrust pelvis. It reared in the air, pushed 
up by her hand playing with her butt. 

Her educated fingers began manipulating her twat and she imagined it was 
Johnny touching her, squeezing and poking at her sex organs. She moaned and 
raised her hips higher and plunged her fingers into herself and cried out 
with pleasure when their gritty slide ended in a hard bump as her knuckle 
struck her clitoris. 

Wildly her white thighs parted more, exposing her to more self-rape. 

Jenny didn't have any idea what time it was when she woke up. All she knew 
was that it was dark and she had fallen asleep. Sarge was gently nuzzling 
her and whining. She hadn't fed him or let him out. He wouldn't have 
bothered her for the meal, but he was going to have an unpardonable accident 
on the floor if she didn't do something. He was properly apologetic, but 
adamant. 

He really had to go. Jenny knew that for sure. Otherwise he would have 
brought her back to life by burying his black nose in her sleepy cunt. But 
at the moment he wasn't interested. 

Getting to her feet, Jenny remembered she hadn't even undressed. She was 
still wearing the short tennis skirt and revealing blouse. Fortunately the 
night air was warm as she opened the door and shooed the dog outside. 

She might have gone back inside, but the house was dark and it was pleasant 
out of doors. The heavy scent of lilac bushes filled the air. In the sky the 
moon was shiny and colorless like an old silver dollar, worn and dented on 
one side so you couldn't really make out what was on it. "MOTHEEER!" 

The yell almost made Jenny pee down her leg. It was followed by a crashing 
sound and a whimpering, "Help me!" 

All it would have taken was a strange sound to make Jenny jump inside her 
house and slam her door. But nothing happened. The world stayed normal. The 
beetles and crickets buzzed and chirped. Besides, even though she couldn't 
see Sarge, Jenny knew that she only had to whisper and he would come to help 
her. 

Carefully she walked out across the grass to where she had heard the last 
cry. In the moonlight what she saw at first was a dark lump, but up closer 
it turned out to be a boy and a bicycle and a bag full of spilled 
newspapers. 

"Stay away!" the boy whimpered. 

"What's wrong?" Jenny also whispered. 

"Jimminy!" the kid said. He did pee in his pants. "Help me." 

Trying to get the boy free of the bicycle, Jenny discovered the wetness down 
the inside of his leg. "You're bleeding!" 

"No!" The boy was too embarrassed to explain. "Be careful. There's a monster 
dog around here. He tried to kill me. He might even be an escaped wolf." 

"Oh," Jenny said. She didn't want to explain either. "Let me help you into 
the house." Gently she put her arm around the paperboy and helped him to the 
door of the house and then set him on the sofa before closing the door and 
turning on the lights. Sarge would be all right by himself for a little 
while. 

The moment they stepped into the house, Jenny realized she had made a 
mistake. The boy's locked on the pile of pictures that still lay near the 
couch where Jenny had dropped them. 

"Gee!" He gulped, embarrassed. He knew she should have pretended not to see 
them. 

Jenny tried to explain them away. "I'm doing a book on human sexuality, and 
they're research," she said. 

Obviously the newspaper boy didn't believe her. He said, "Gee!" again and 
moved in for a closer look. 

Jenny hurried to scoop the pictures up. The one on top was of the woman with 
the bottle in her vagina. 

The paper boy stared at that one and then, pointedly, his eyes skulked back 
to Jenny's floral couch and the empty Pepsi-Cola bottle on the floor next to 
where the pictures had been. 

"I'm just careless, I guess!" Jenny tried to laugh, but it came out hollow. 

"Oh, I've seen better before." The boy was full of bravado. His voice had a 
false swagger in it as if he was going to try to bluff Jenny. 

He's going to try to fuck me! The sudden understanding made Jenny weak with 
relief. The boy wasn't going to turn her in to the police as a pervert or 
tell his mother. Instead, he was about to seduce his benefactress. 

Jenny was so relieved she decided she'd let him. After all, he was such a 
nice-looking little boy.... 

Looking closely at the boy, Jenny realized what the wetness had been when 
she helped him up outside. "I'll tell you what," she said, "if you give me 
your pants and shorts, I'll rinse them out and dry them for you." 

That Jenny was talking about the piss that had soaked his pants leg was 
enough to make the boy turn red. "I have to go do my route," he said lamely. 

"It'll only take a few minutes. "I'll be late." 

"You've been late before?" 

"Yes." 

"Well, then...?" Jenny let the pause sink in. "Besides, it'll only be ten or 
fifteen minutes and you won't want people to see you like that." Outside the 
sun had finally broken the night's darkness and the black gave way to a 
timid gray. 

"What am I going to wear? I can't go naked." Even as he said it, though, the 
boy looked at Jenny strangely, as if noticing for the first time how good 
looking she was. 

"You can wear a towel." Jenny quivered. She thought of how cute he'd look 
wrapped in one of her small bath towels. He really was a nice boy. His hair 
was red and he had gorgeous freckles that he probably hated. "What's your 
name?" Jenny asked as she casually deposited the photographs back on the 
piano. 

"Timmy ... Tim." His eyes followed her hand then stayed glued to the 
pictures. 

"Well, you go in here, Timmy." Jenny walked to the bathroom and opened the 
door. "Take your pants off. Your shorts, too. And hand them to me. Then you 
can come out in a towel." 

"Yes, ma'am." Now that he was really going to take his pants off in a 
strange house, the boy was thoroughly subdued. The things he'd thought 
about, that he'd daydreamed about doing the minute he found himself alone 
with this beautiful woman who had the dirty pictures, scared him. He'd once 
made out with Sandy, the local slut, but it hadn't been anything. And he'd 
been scared, then, too. 

Besides, it occurred to him that maybe the lady wanted to do something 
terrible to him. Maybe it was her pet wolf that she'd sent out to trap him. 
Taking his pants off, Timmy got so scared he almost peed in them again. 

Jenny hadn't closed the door all the way. The hall was dark and she stood 
back away from the door and could see in quite well without being seen. It 
was like watching a movie. Her bathroom was all shiny white fixtures with 
bright yellow walls and a red shag carpet. 

Timmy started by toeing his shoes off and then undoing the fly on his faded 
denim pants. As he skinned his pants and his shorts down his legs in one 
motion, he went slower and slower. He started fast at the top but by the 
time he had them down to his ankles, he seemed to be changing his mind. 

His balls had looked so sweet, all tight and shriveled up. Jenny was willing 
to bet her own sweet ass that Timmy was scared shitless. He was such an 
innocent darling.... 

But Jenny also could tell that if she didn't do something right away he 
might change his mind. And then she'd lose him forever. 

She knocked on the door. 

"Wha ... what?" Timmy was paralyzed by shock. His pants were still around 
his ankles and his prick stood straight out and wouldn't bend a bit. 

"You'd better hurry and hand me your pants," Jenny called through the door. 
"We don't want you to be too late...." 

Hurriedly Timmy stepped out of his pants and handed them through a narrow 
opening between the door jamb and the door itself. As he did it, he saw that 
Jenny was looking in at him, smiling, her eyes lowered toward his middle. 
Toward the hard, stiff flesh of his cock jutting out from his body. 

Knowing that she had seen his pecker scared Timmy. But his prick only jerked 
a little in startled appreciation. 

She took his pants and the door closed and for a while Timmy stared at the 
bright, yellow walls. Then he got his nerve back. Nothing was going to 
happen to him in the bathroom. Putting a towel around his middle, he went 
out into the world. 

Jenny hummed happily to herself as she rinsed the boy's scuffy blue pants in 
the kitchen sink. Her washer and dryer were built-in at one end of her 
kitchen and she threw the pants and shorts in and turned it up to high. She 
thought about putting it on low, but it would be better if the boy was gone 
by the time Harry Weemens and the rest of her neighbors got out of bed. 

The boy, Timmy, stood next to the piano, intently staring at the photographs 
she'd gotten from Weemens. While she'd left them neatly stacked, now they 
were spread out so that all of them were visible at one time. 

"Bet you never saw anything like those before." 

"Oh!" The boy jumped and almost lost his towel. "They're okay. I've seen a 
lot better. These are nothing. They don't even turn me on." 

The boy's pecker was a stiff rod pushing the towel out in front of his body. 
Pointedly, Jenny looked at his front and he blushed. 

He's so darling, Jenny thought. He couldn't even lie without getting 
flustered. She sat down and purposely flounced her skirt so the boy could 
see she wasn't wearing anything under it. 

His eyes got bright as he looked at the smooth perfection of her thighs and 
the way her skirt molded itself to her flesh. Staring at the slight gap 
between the lady's legs, the gap that filled with darkness under her skirt, 
Timmy wondered if he had really seen what he thought he saw. Was she really 
naked? 

"Come. Sit down and wait." Jenny patted the couch next to her and Timmy 
cautiously perched on the edge of the sofa. 

"They'll be dry in a little while." Reaching to the piano, Jenny picked up 
the photographs and handed them to Timmy. "Would you like to see them 
closer?" 

Timmy was acutely conscious of his nakedness. 

His legs sticking out under his towels felt cool and occasionally a draft of 
air stirred around his balls and it was like a gentle but cold hand touching 
him there. He wondered if women felt that way. Air must always be getting up 
under their skirts, reminding them that all a man had to do was stick his 
hand under their hems and he'd have them by the cunt. All he, Timmy, had to 
do was put his hand on the lady's leg and slide it under her dress and HE 'D 
have her by the cunt. 

Or, it could be the other way. The blue towel with the spiraling green 
pattern rose in his lap like a tent on a tent pole. It embarrassed him that 
the lady could fee it, could know it was his dirty thoughts causing it to 
rise. 

"Penny for your thoughts." 

Timmy blinked his eyes and, without thinking, took the pictures out of the 
lady's hands. 

The one he'd seen before was still on top-the lady with the Coke bottle 
stuck in her twat with the two boys who were younger than he was. He'd lied 
to the lady. The picture really did turn him on. When he'd first seen it and 
the Pepsi-Cola bottle, he'd gotten so excited he'd almost cum. It was like 
she was begging him to pose for the same sort of picture. 

Jenny intently watched the boy studying the picture and then she laid her 
hand down in the middle of the towel around his waist. "How would you like 
to do that?" Her hand rested on the up-thrust tower of Timmy's prick. 

The boy started. His skin darkened as he blushed and Jenny thought for a 
moment that he was going to jump up and run from her. 

"Geeee!" Timmy's eyes bulged as he stared at the picture and actually felt 
Jenny's hand close around the bath towel and his aching prick. He held his 
hand out toward her leg and said, "Can I?" 

Jenny nodded. 

She smiled a moment later when his hand landed warmly on the top of her 
thigh and slipped upward to disappear under her white skirt. 

When Timmy's hand substantiated what he had suspected, that Jenny wore no 
underwear, he said "gee" again. Jenny only sighed and spread her legs. 

As the boy's hand burrowed under her clothes, Jenny flipped aside the towel 
that covered the boy's delicious penis. She wasn't disappointed! 

His cock was lovely. It stood firmly up. The tip was a finely molded 
lipstick in a delicate pink hue, a color Jenny could hardly wait to try her 
lips on. It got thicker and thicker as the taper spread down to his sweet 
balls. Jenny wriggled her ass and closed her thighs around Timmy's probing 
hand. "Do you like the picture?" 

Timmy nodded his head. 

"Would you like to do that to me?" 

He looked at her in astonishment. "Oh, boy! Would I?" 

Jenny separated her thighs. Timmy reluctantly removed his fingers from the 
warmth of her sex box. 

Standing, Jenny undid the waistband of her skirt and let it flutter to the 
carpet. Delicately she stepped out of it and then turned to face Timmy. 
Slowly but naturally she spread her legs and let him see what a woman really 
looked like.... 

The beat of Timmy's heart was almost too fast. The pitter-patter he was used 
to had turned into a single roar. What he saw staggered the 
fourteen-year-old boy.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jenny was wearing only her white, man's shirt. The chest strained around her 
full boobs and then tucked sharply in to make a snug fit around her trim 
belly. The material in front made a vee that threatened to cover her 
luscious pubic mound-but failed. It was this failure that made Timmy catch 
his breath. 

The material was outlined by the pillowy softness of Jenn's blonde pubic 
hair. With her legs spread, her pubic mound was more prominent than usual 
and Timmy was dumbfounded by the hairy beauty of her hairy cunt. The boy had 
never seen anything like it before. 

Where the tip of her pale twat beard came to a point, Timmy was able to see 
through the fine covering of hair. Underneath, Jenny's cuntlips looked to be 
full, pouting. The skin had a healthy sheen that seemed to beckon the boy. 

"What do you want to do, Timmy?" 

"Put the bottle in it," he said automatically. 

"How?" 

Timmy stood and let the towel fall away from him. He, too, was bare from the 
waiste down. His prick stuck out with a life of its own. What Timmy wanted 
almost as much as seeing the lady with the bottle in her twat was to ram his 
throbbing cock between her naked legs and shove it in her until it broke 
off. He just knew that playing hide-the-wiener when it was the lady's twat 
he was hiding it in would be a lot more fun than sticking it to Sandra. "Lay 
down!" he ordered. 

Jenny did as she was told, relaxing on the bright couch and opening her 
thighs to make it easier for Timmy to decide on his next step. The way the 
fabric rubbed against her naked buttocks was really sexy. Even as she made 
herself accessible for the boy, she couldn't help wondering what it would 
feel like to dry fuck herself on the arm of the couch, rubbing her steamy 
cunt back and forth over the fabulous-feeling material. 

Timmy had picked up the Pepsi-Cola bottle and looked at it and then back at 
the photograph again. He kept licking his dry lips and Jenny knew he wanted 
to do it. The poor dear was just scared. 

Taking her time, Jenny unbuttoned the front of her shirt and let it fall 
open. 

Timmy swallowed hard. Now Jenny was the same as the woman in the photograph. 
Almost, anyway. 

"Do it, dear," Jenny urged in a low voice. "It's going to be so 
wonderful...." 

"I ... I can't. You're so pretty." 

Jenny wiggled her ass and enjoyed the look on Timmy's face as he watched her 
cuntlips wrestle against each other. "That should only make it better," she 
said huskily. 

Timmy moved closer to the couch, staring down at Jenny's naked tits. She was 
as old as his mother. Maybe older. But she was the most beautiful female 
he'd ever seen. Trembling, he pointed the Pepsi bottle at her cunt. 

"Not yet." Jenny smiled up at him. "Make it wet first." 

Perplexed, Timmy stared at her. "How?" 

"With your mouth, silly." 

Gingerly Timmy licked the mouth of the bottle, running his tongue around the 
lip the way he often imagined some girl would some day do to his cock. Then 
he slipped his lips over the end of the bottle and as far up the neck as he 
could go. Thinking of some girl, of Jenny doing that to his cock filled his 
penis with painful stabs of electricity. 

Then he leaned down so low he could smell the musty perfume from her cunt 
and he put the small end of the Pepsi-Cola bottle against her cunt and 
shoved.... 

Jenny wanted to swoon. She grabbed Timmy's dangling penis with her hand as 
he drove the cold bottle up her twitching twat. She wanted to scream with 
pleasure. She loved the thought that the boy was manipulating her, giving 
her so much pleasure with such a little bit of effort. 

He began to work it in and out. She was so wet the bottle sped in and out of 
her cunt like a slippery eel. She felt herself stretching and contracting 
around it, her body responding to each subtle variation of pressure inside 
her sex canal. 

"Suck it," she gasped. "Suck it." 

Her fingers spread the loose skin around her clitoris causing it to pop up 
like a tiny prick. 

Timmy seemed to know what to do without any urging. He caught her tiny 
button in his lips and stroked it with his tongue and pulled on it and 
nipped it with his teeth. He kept the Pepsi bottle moving while Jenny 
teetered on the edge of sexual insanity. 

I'm beating her off with my mouth! In all his dreaming, Timmy had never 
considered that such a thing was even possible, much less that he would ever 
do it. 

He was intensely aware of her hot hand on his prick. It seemed to get hotter 
without any reason. Then his cock was responding to the strangest, most 
delightful series of feelings he had ever thought possible. 

Letting go of Jenny's swollen, sensitive clitoris, Timmy looked at himself. 
At Jenny's lips avidly sucking his throbbing prick. 

"CUM," Jenny cried. "CUM NOW. SHOOT YOUR SEMEN ALL OVER ME. FILL ME WITH IT, 
YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FUCKER." Her face was contorted with perverse pleasure. 

Timmy was scared by her rapture, and fulfilled by it. His cock had swollen 
until it could do nothing but burst. When it did, it was a jet of joy 
shooting out of his being. The boy couldn't help crying with pleasure. It 
was as if he had held his pee and held it until he couldn't wait another 
second. And now the joy of letting it out was too great. 

He bit down on her clitoris and shoved the glistening fuck bottle into 
Jenny's hole one last time before he slumped to the floor. 

Jenny squealed uncontrollably as Timmy attacked her cunt for the last time. 
Then she, too, lapsed back into an exhausted, comatose state. 

After a while, Jenny stroked Timmy's head. The boy leaned against the couch, 
his legs splayed out on the rug. 

"Did you like it?" she asked. 

"Gee, did I!" Timmy looked like he'd found heaven. 

"It's always better when you make someone else like it too." 

"Did you like it?" 

"Loved it!" Jenny ran her lips over her hands, sipping some drops of his 
white stuff she had caught when the boy pulled away to slump to the floor. 

"I'm really sorry," Timmy said. "What for?" 

"I got my fuck juice all over your face...." 

Jenny picked up a small pocket mirror from an odds-and-ends basket at the 
end of the couch and looked at herself. Sure enough, her golden complexion 
was sprinkled with tiny white droplets of cum. Reverently she rubbed it into 
her skin with her fingers. 

"Don't you want to wash it off?" Timmy stared at her, uncomprehending. 

"Never! It's what keeps away wrinkles." 

"Nobody ever told me that before." 

Jenny couldn't resist putting her arms around the boy and hugging him 
against her passion-swollen breasts. "You've got to go now." 

"Do I have to?" Timmy's face was forlorn. The expression of a small boy with 
his toy snatched away. 

"Yes, you must." Jenny tousled his hair and tried to sit up. The Pepsi 
bottle, still jammed tightly into her twat, was uncomfortable. She removed 
it and her whole cunt literally cried out joyfully. 

Moving with precision because she wasn't certain all of her muscles were 
still under control, Jenny went into the kitchen. The dryer was silent and 
the boy's pants were dry. She brought them out and handed them to Timmy. 

The boy started to go into the bathroom with them, but Jenny shook her head. 

"Put them on here," she said, "where I can watch." 

Timmy tried to get embarrassed again, but it was kind of hard to do after 
everything he'd done to and with Jenny. Finally, he shrugged theatrically 
and pulled his pants on. His balls and cock hung up on the fly and tenderly 
Jenny held them in her hands and tucked them inside the boy's pants. 

"Remember," Jenny said. "It's always better if you make the other person 
happy too." 

"Do it, dear," Jenny urged in a low voice. "It's heart-rending. Jenny had to 
steel herself to push him out the door. "Your newspaper route." 

"Oh, gee. I'm really late." 

Jenny pressed tight against the boy, luxuriating in the feel of his 
rejuvenated cock pressing against her body. She kissed him on the mouth and 
stroked his beautiful pecker. "Wait!" 

She hurried back into the house and picked up the Pepsi bottle. "For you. 
For a souvenir." 

In the doorway, Jenny almost forgot how naked she was. She held the door 
open while Timmy stammered his thanks. 

"Maybe I can come again," he said hopefully. 

"One of these mornings," Jenny agreed. She shivered. Her cunt was cold and 
she realized she was standing in an open doorway wearing only a man's shirt 
unfastened in front. There was a cool line of flesh from her neck down over 
the soft swollen globes of her breasts past her belly button on to the split 
cleft of her twat. 

"Good-bye, Timmy." 

"Bye," the boy said. He picked his papers up from the sidewalk, lingering as 
long as he could, casting longing looks at the neat little blue house on 
Chapel Street before he finally left. And even then, his heart wasn't in it. 
He wasn't pedaling as hard as most newspaper boys would be pedaling when 
they were twenty minutes late. Of course, most newspaper boys didn't do 
their hurrying with a full hard-on. 

Jenny yawned and whistled Sarge into the house. The Great Dane oozed through 
the doorway silent as mud. He gave her a reproachful look and then padded 
into the bedroom without looking back. 

"I'm sorry, Sarge. I didn't mean to leave you out there that long...." Jenny 
yawned again as she followed the dog into the bedroom. She was tired. Really 
tired and her cunt ached pleasantly. The boy had been so nice. She thought 
of his stiff little dick and smiled. She could kiss it all day if she had 
the chance. 

Jenny slipped under the fresh sheets, enjoying the sensation of her tits and 
nipples brushing against them, raising darling little goose bumps. It had 
been a long morning and she still had to meet Johnny later. Sleepily she 
considered what she had told Timmy-sex is better if you make the other 
person enjoy it too.... 

I wish Red had learned that. I wish....Jenny was still wishing as she fell 
into an untroubled sleep, pleasantly decorated with dream pictures of 
soft-drink bottles. 

Next to the bed, Sarge flopped on his side. His hind legs bicycled as he 
chased imaginary rabbits. Then he moved less and his huge, red pecker slid 
out of his foreskin and the big dog sang quietly in his sleep. His big mouth 
formed a canine smile and after a while he began snoring happily. Sarge was 
enjoying his dreams too...." no spiders and snakes 

"'Cause that ain't what it takes 

"To love me...." 

Jenny's clock radio had been on for hours before she finally woke up. She 
smiled as she caught a snatch of a refrain from the song. She couldn't agree 
with the words more. It made her happy knowing she was teaching the truth of 
those same words to nice young boys like Timmy and Johnny. If they grew up 
knowing what sex was really about, then it was all worthwhile. 

Of course, sometimes Jenny wondered what was really normal. Had Red's 
Neanderthal love-making been okay for the average woman? She really didn't 
know. Maybe she didn't respond the way other women did. Was she the only 
woman in the world who loved children? Who really loved them? 

She slipped out of bed and posed in front of the vanity mirror. Her body was 
all right. Her breasts were round, firm, glowing with vitality, begging to 
be nursed, to have some young male lips suckle on them. Her waist pinched 
in. Not too much, but enough so that her stomach was narrow and beautiful. 

Flaring out, her hips were sexy reminders of her function of biological 
reproduction. Her flat stomach and the slight, seductive bulge of her pubic 
mound invited the male eye to slide directly to her glowing core. Her cunt. 

In the shower, Jenny shivered as she turned the water colder and colder. 
Hard droplets of water hit her skin, sprayed off, shattered even as more 
pelted her. Sometimes she thought of her cunt as a volcano. She got so hot 
in there that she had to pinch her pubes together to keep from overflowing. 

She wondered if that was right. Or was it abnormal for women to become too 
sexually interested? No one ever commented on a man looking at a woman or a 
girl and making some comment about her breasts or crotch or what a good fuck 
she'd make. Jenny had wanted to be able to do the same thing for years. Ever 
since she'd become aware of the fact that there was more sexual pleasure to 
be had than she was getting out of her marriage to Red. 

She'd look at men and wonder what their cocks looked like. Then she'd get 
quivery inside as she thought about how one would feel crammed up inside her 
glowing cunt. She never told Red how she felt. He would have killed her. She 
didn't know how it happened, but as she got older, the men she looked at got 
younger and younger until they weren't men any more, but boys. 

Mindlessly, Jenny lathered her breasts as she stood with her back to the 
hard spray of the shower. She didn't even feel the hard beat of the water on 
her back, the stream that flowed down her spine, between her asscheeks to 
the tip of her cunt, and then cascaded down in a waterfall that made it look 
like she was standing in the bathtub taking a piss. 

Somewhere along the way, sometime, she wondered if some man she'd looked at 
could have changed things. There were times, she knew, that a touch or even 
a word would have been enough to make her spread her legs for almost any 
man. 

Even when Red was alive! 

Maybe then she would have stopped going back further and further. And now, 
though Jenny didn't want to admit it to herself, she was terribly afraid. 

First Johnny. It had been so easy to turn her years of daydreaming into 
reality. Then that boy Chet. And Timmy. 

The faces of the three boys intermingled with their respective cocks whirled 
in Jenny's mind. If it had been so easy all these years, how could she 
justify staying alone and lonely and unfulfilled for so long? 

Trying to push the horrible thought out of her mind, Jenny whirled and faced 
the shower, letting it strike her face full blast and then fall to the 
quivery, up-thrust mounds of her tits. Finally she turned the shower head 
down and cried out with pleasure when the icy water lashed against her 
tender cuntlips and made them shrivel and draw in upon themselves until they 
didn't feel anything any more. 

The tennis courts were crowded when Jenny got there. The day was sparkling, 
the sky blue and the sun a wonderful yellow. Dozens of white-clad tennis 
players crowded the cement bleachers, waiting their turn at the nets. 

Jenny's heart had been floating in her breast, swollen with joyful 
anticipation, when she got there. But Johnny was nowhere in sight. Eagerly 
she walked Sarge to the little glade where they had romped the previous day. 
But even that place was empty. 

They went back to the tennis courts and Sarge romped alongside of Jenny as 
if he could make up for her disappointment. Absently, she petted his head. 

"Hey, doll. You want to play a set?" 

"What?" Jenny raised her gaze from the sidewalk to stare at a brash young 
man of about twenty-five. He was staring insolently into her eyes, but it 
seemed to Jenny he was seeing her cunt and breasts, weighing them with his 
stare. 

"Well?" The kid was practically insolent about it. 

Jenny was flustered. She was reminded of Red when he wanted something. Red 
had always just taken it. That was what the young man seemed like. Red. "No. 
I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm waiting for someone." 

"Well, then in that case, do you want to ball?" He leered at her. "We could 
make it a quickie." 

"No-Thank-You!" Jenny spit the words out like three identical machine gun 
bullets, each aimed to hit him in the balls. 

As she walked away, she wondered why she had reacted like that. It was 
practically the same thing she wanted to do, to put her sexual desires up 
front. So why was she upset when that young man had done the exact thing she 
contemplated? 

She looked back and the fellow was still standing there, sneering at her. He 
looked like any one of a dozen other tennis players, only he held his right 
hand up and gave her the finger. 

Jenny couldn't stop herself, she returned the salute and his jaw dropped 
open. 

Screw you! Her action made Jenny seem in control somehow. Imperceptibly her 
walk became jauntier. If he hadn't been so pushy, maybe I should have 
considered taking him up on his proposition, Jenny thought. He was good 
looking! 

But somehow Jenny couldn't imagine the young man sprawled over her, feeding 
his thick, gnarled prick into the hungry maw of her cunt. Instead she 
visualized Johnny, sweet Johnny, and his innocent little pecker. Just 
thinking about it made her twat water and she stopped and squeezed her 
thighs together and tried to rid her mind of lascivious thoughts before she 
stained her panties. 

She walked the whole length and breadth of the playground, but Johnny wasn't 
anywhere. She did it again, just to be sure. But the boy wasn't there. Maybe 
he had come earlier, while she was still sleeping. But she was afraid to ask 
anybody if they'd seen the boy. She didn't even know his last name. 

Killing time, Jenny played a couple of sets of tennis. But still Johnny 
didn't come.... 

It was almost dark before Jenny gave up and headed for home. Sarge didn't 
think a whole lot of the playground, but it was better than being cooped up 
in the house the whole day, and he acted reluctant to leave. At the gate 
leading into the school grounds, he woofed a couple of times and then sat 
down and scratched himself. 

"Come on, Sarge!" 

Acting like he was eighty-years-old, Sarge got back to his feet. 

"Come on!" Jenny was mad enough to wallop the dog's big butt. She was so 
disappointed, so frustrated that she knew she was going to take it out on 
the big Great Dane if he didn't hurry up. 

"Wait! Wait!" 

Startled, Jenny looked up. 

Tearing across the school grounds, was a small figure. A boy. Jenny's 
spirits soared. It was Johnny. He had come! 

Jenny ran back to the gate and had her hands on his shoulders the minute he 
stopped running. "Where have you been? You've had me so worried...." 

"I'm sorry." The boy was winded. His cowlick stood straight up, but 
otherwise he was neater than Jenny had ever seen him before. He had on a 
white shirt and pinstripe tie. Instead of jeans, he wore dark blue slacks 
that matched the pinstripe. His oxfords were freshly polished and gleamed 
like diamonds. 

Jenny knew that the boy's mother had worked hard on him most of the day. 

"I have to go to this darn old wedding," Johnny said by way of explaining. 
"First we went to see my grandma and granddad and I just now got home. My 
cousin's getting married today." 

"I understand, honey." Jenny ran her fingers through the boy's hair, trying 
to smooth it down. She was trembling. Today was the day she was going to let 
Johnny really fuck her like a grown-up man would do. And now they only had a 
few minutes. 

"I've got to get right back." 

"We can take a minute...." Jenny's eyes were bright. She walked Johnny back 
to a sheltered corner of the school yard. 

"I suppose...." 

"Show it to me." Jenny quivered with anticipation as Johnny fumbled with his 
zipper. 

The boy was still a little shy as he took his pecker out of his pants. It 
was big and hard and round. It seemed to be like that all the time since 
he'd met the pretty lady. But he didn't mind. Because it could also feel 
very, very good. 

"What do you want me to do to it?" Jenny whispered. 

"Kiss it," the boy said. He remembered the wonderful heat of her mouth on it 
from the day before and he almost came right then. . 

"All right." Jenny got on her knees and put her face against his body. Her 
hot breath went inside his pants and stroked the quivery flesh of his balls. 

Johnny wanted to pee. That's what it seemed like, anyway. There was an 
intense pressure inside his balls. The inside of his cock was so hot he 
wanted to explode. It was like he wanted to pee and couldn't. 

"That's beautiful," Jenny said. Tenderly her lips covered the large, moist 
head of his prick and she began to suck and at the same time swirl her 
tongue over his penis. 

The stroking drove Johnny wild. He kept looking around to make sure nobody 
was watching, and then the feeling was so much he forgot to watch and all he 
could think of was his penis in the lovely lady's mouth. She sucked his 
balls in, too, and the boy almost fainted. 

And then Jenny's mouth drew off his throbbing cock and she stared at it 
hungrily. "You know what I want?" she asked. 

"No," Johnny whimpered. He knew what he wanted. 

"I want that lovely prick stuck in my cunt, in my asshole, in my mouth. I 
want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. I want you to suck 
my titties while you're shoving your dick up my twat. I want you to kiss my 
hairy pussy and stick your finger in my hole...." Jenny kissed his tiny, 
throbbing prick. "Tomorrow I want you to come to my house and do all that to 
me. Tomorrow." 

Johnny waited and she didn't touch his cock again. He was burning up. "Yes," 
he finally said. "Goddamn it, I'll do it. I'll fuck the shit out of you." 

Jenny stared at his prick, his tiny symbol of manhood and knew she wanted 
one more thing. "Beat it off," she whispered. 

She wasn't going to do any more then. Johnny's cock ached so bad. He put his 
half-grown hand on it and it felt good again. He knew she was watching and 
that somehow made it better. He'd never jacked off before when somebody 
could see him. Always it had been locked in the bathroom or under the covers 
at night so his brother wouldn't know. 

Slowly the boy drew the foreskin all the way back, exposing the full beauty 
of the crown, his cockhead. Jenny drew in her breath. He began to stroke up 
and down, his hand gaining speed each trip up and down his throbbing meat. 
It felt so good that Johnny had to lean against the wall of the school 
building. 

Jenny was delirious. It was so wonderful, his hand squeezing and rubbing his 
own flesh. She wished she could help. God, she wanted to. But if she did 
he'd never realize how much better sex of any kind was with her. How much 
more she could do for him than he could do for himself. 

Saliva gathered in her mouth. The first drops of pre-semenal fluid oozed out 
of the split end of his cockhead. It gathered together to form a beautiful 
shimmering pearl of moisture at the end of his prick. 

God, Jenny was afraid that she'd lose it, that it would shake off and be 
wasted on the ground. Her hand cupped her cunt and she squeezed her own 
sexually vibrant genitals, sending bolts of electricity radiating through 
her body. She wanted it now. She wanted his cream. It was her due. 

"Cum, baby. SHOOT YOUR STUFF! GIVE IT TO ME. Fuck, fuck. PUMP IT OUT, NOW! 
COME IN MY FACE. FUCK MY MOUTH!" Jenny's voice rose and fell in 
supplication. She was wildly excited and he was taking so long. 

Johnny couldn't believe his ears. He was cumming and he tried to hold it 
back, the lady's face was in the way. The first spurt hit her on the 
forehead and then she had his cock in her hand and the second load of fuck 
cream struck her on the tip of the nose and the third sprayed over her lips 
and then she had her mouth open and his semen was shooting against the back 
of her throat and her face was contorted with joy. 

He was so excited himself watching her soak up his cum and kiss his cock 
that he came and came until he was so dry his balls ached. He hadn't enjoyed 
pumping himself off as much as he had before meeting the lady, but the way 
she had taken his cream more than made up for it. He knew he'd do what she 
wanted tomorrow even if he had to run away from home to do it. 

She was solicitous as she put his empty balls and prick back into his pants. 
But that didn't stop his cock from trying to rise again. 

"Kiss me," Jenny said. She stood and she was just a little taller than he 
was. She still had his cum on her face, but Johnny pretended not to notice. 
When their lips met he could taste and smell his own cum. "Touch my 
titties!" It was an order, and automatically Johnny obeyed. They were soft 
and vibrant under his fingers. 

Jenny's tongue slipped all hot and slithery into his mouth and her hand 
guided one of his hands away from her breast to her crotch. That was hot and 
wet, too. 

Johnny thought he had been dry. But he felt his twitching penis shoot 
another load of cum through his shorts.. Boy, oh, boy! Can sticking my cock 
in her pussy be any better? Johnny thought that only dying would be a 
greater feeling of release. Only he knew that it had to be better. It really 
had to be! 

Jenny watched the boy dash back across the playground to the entrance nearer 
his home. She didn't even want to think it, but she knew she was falling in 
love. He had to come tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. 

A picture came up in her mind. She was marrying Johnny in church and he wore 
knee pants and carried a baby bottle and she wore only a veil and played 
with his cock during the ceremony and when the preacher told Johnny to put 
the ring on her finger, she encircled his cock with her cunt and fucked him 
until he was exhausted. She shivered even though it wasn't cold. 

"Come, Sarge," she said. When she walked home, her footsteps were unsteady. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Harry Weemens was at the door before Jenny could close it. She didn't want 
to see him just then, but she couldn't really turn him away. When she let 
him into the house she was just thankful that she'd put the pornographic 
pictures he'd left with her out of sight. 

"What's the matter, Harry?" 

"Nothing. I just had to see you. And you were gone all day." 

Jenny didn't need a polygraph machine to tell her that her next door 
neighbor was lying. His skin was shiny with perspiration and his breathing 
was harsh, like he'd been running too far and too fast. 

"That's fine, Harry. But if you'll excuse me, I really have to go to bed. I 
was up ... early. And too much tennis today." Jenny fluttered 
apologetically. "Well ... you know how it is." 

"Jenny ... honey. You've got to help me. You don't know what it's like." 
Weemens looked at her with what must have been thorough desperation. 

"Well ... Harry. I'm just not going to fuck you!" Jenny bit her words off. 
It sounded, in a way, as if he was the last man in the world that she was 
going to let screw her. And that wasn't what she meant at all. But there was 
no sane way she could explain it to Harry. 

Harry Weemens froze. "Why not?" he asked hoarsely. "You fuck everything else 
that moves." 

The blood rushed to Jenny's head with a roar. She couldn't believe what she 
was hearing. And it scared her. More than she'd ever been scared before. 

"You're crazy," she said quietly. 

"Fuck crazy," Harry practically shouted. "I saw you this morning with the 
newspaper boy. Jesus Christ! With the little newspaper boy." 

"Harry. You're making things up." 

"You were in a shirt and your boobs were hanging out and your pussy was 
flapping in the wind like you'd used it all up." Harry's face was contorted 
with grief. "Jesus Christ! Why a fourteen-year-old kid and not me?" 

Harry sank down on the sofa and began to cry, softly. Jenny looked down at 
his thinning hair covering the top of his head, feeling a mixture of pity 
and fear. It was hard to feel sympathetic to Harry's problem when, at the 
same time, Jenny knew she might be exposed as a pervert, a dispoiler of 
neighborhood children. 

"Please don't, Harry. I'll go to bed with you." 

"You will?" 

Gently Jenny took Harry's hand and led him into the darkened bedroom. She 
turned on the little night light that sat on the maple nightstand next to 
the bed. "Watch, Harry," she whispered. 

Slowly she began to undress in the dim yellow light. Jenny watched herself 
in the vanity mirror. She stripped her shirt off and, when her breasts were 
free, she began to caress them by cupping them in her hands and rubbing her 
fingertips over her bulging nipples. 

Harry was watching. His cock was a hard bulge in his pants and Jenny thought 
it was funny that she'd never noticed Harry's prick before. She was so wound 
up in other cocks. 

"Take them off," she said. "Take them off, Harry." 

Harry Weemens caught her shorts and tugged them down Jenny's perfect, smooth 
legs. She was still wearing her panties and he pressed his face against them 
and inhaled the strong heady aroma of her cunt. Then he pulled them off her, 
too. 

Gracefully Jenny stepped out of her panties. She moved closer to Harry and 
felt his breath stirring the furry covering over her pubic mound. It started 
her feeling sexy, even if she didn't want to feel sexy. 

She ran her fingers through his hair and suddenly grabbed his ears. Harry 
Weemens' long tongue had lashed" out and rubbed itself the slippery length 
of her cunt. In a strange airy way, Jenny felt violated. 

Her legs shook but she didn't move. He seemed to wait for her to complain, 
then he did it again. 

"Yes, Harry," Jenny moaned. "Yes, yes, YES!" 

She forced her pelvis into his face and Harry gobbled at her gaping slit. 
The room reeked with her pungent, female odor. To Jenny it was like she'd 
been opened from asshole to belly button and everything in between was cunt. 

His tongue fit into her like a custom-made prick. It climbed her inner 
walls, tantalizing her with each movement. She was leaking moisture like a 
turned-on faucet and Harry was lapping it up like ambrosia. 

He was doing too much to her. She was coming apart and she broke away and 
got on the bed. "Hurry, Harry," she begged. "Ream me with it!" 

Weemens was a dark shape in her dimly lighted room as he threw off his 
clothes. Then he was crawling between her legs, his tongue starting at her 
crotch and dragging its way up to her navel and then to her tit where he 
sucked long and loudly for a tension-filled moment. 

His mouth closed over hers and Jenny was fighting for breath. And then she 
felt the penetration. 

Jenny was scared. Terrified. 

She hadn't had an adult male cock in her body since her husband died. And 
then she had sworn never again. 

But some way this was different. 

Harry Weemens didn't force his way in, bulling his prick into her hot, 
swampy depths like he was driving a stake. When she got dry and tight he 
slowed down and wiggled around and she'd get wet and he'd go in deeper and 
do it again. It took her breath away. It was like being screwed in slow 
motion. 

Jenny's thighs spread wide, leaving room for Harry Weemens' hips. Her cunt 
joyfully reached up to accept his penetrating, stiff penis. 

She was trembling inside. All she could think was that her cuntlips were 
kissing his cock and that was wonderful. 

Harry grunted and began sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. The 
friction on her cuntlips was heavenly. Harry's cock wasn't too long, but it 
was round enough to spread her twat wide open and start generating friction 
for a fire. 

Jenny sighed and raised her legs off the bed. She was becoming overwhelmed. 
"More. More." She writhed and moaned under Harry's urgent ramming of his 
prick into her sweaty fuck box. 

He paused at her sudden cry for more. Jenny was dying for him to continue. 
She remembered he had suggested his cock was a little one. Don't fail me 
now, she prayed silently. 

"Faster, Harry! Do it fast!" She whispered in his ear and he began to lash 
at her body with his with machine-gun tempo. His cock was a blur of 
continuous movement in and out of her trembling, exhausted, sensitive, 
insatiable cunt. He bit her tit and Jenny screamed softly and stuffed his 
mouth hard with the rest of her breast. 

Harry's hands caught her ankles and pulled them over her head and his cock 
sank into the soft morass of her cunt harder and deeper than before. 

And then he was pasted against the back of her thighs, digging his prick 
into her hairy hole for all he was worth while he jetted hot, steamy fluid 
into her depths. 

It was a match in a gas can and Jenny was literally consumed by the flames 
of her orgasm. She pulsated for several long moments before sinking 
exhausted down on the bed with Harry heavy on top of her. 

"God, baby. I love you," Harry said. He got off her and then she felt the 
bed sag as he settled between her out-stretched legs. His tongue felt so 
cool and healing as he licked her hot cunt, cleaning their mingled juices 
away with his mouth. 

"I love you too, Harry," Jenny murmured. 

She watched as he dressed and then drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

When the morning light filtered through her window, Jenny had only a 
confused memory of the night before. Had she fucked Harry Weemens? Or hadn't 
she? 

She stretched and her cunt literally groaned. But the deep ache that ran 
through her body was a pleasant one. 

But what was she going to do now? 

Surely she couldn't keep it up. Harry had been okay. In fact, compared to 
Red, that thin-haired, middle-aged man had been positively great. Thinking 
back on it, Jenny wondered why she was so set against Harry splitting her 
crack for her. She shrugged, thinking was too difficult in the morning. 

Mechanically Jenny attacked waking up. 

She put the coffee on to heat, tidy-upped the bedroom, showered and was 
thinking about going back to bed when Sarge attempted a quiet demonstration 
to show her that he wanted out. 

"Okay, Sarge," she yawned. 

She opened the door and Sarge bounded out. That's when she noticed the 
newspaper on the step. Which was funny because she didn't subscribe to any 
newspaper. 

Picking it up, she took it in the house and set it on the dark walnut of the 
piano. By itself the newspaper continued unfurling. Jenny gasped! 

Scrawled across the top of the page, right on top of the headlines, was the 
simple message: I LOVE YOU-TIMMY. 

Jenny remembered the red-haired boy well enough. And the Pepsi bottle. And 
she suddenly had the terrible sinking feeling that she was into sex way over 
her head.... 

Jenny wasn't going to meet Johnny until after one o'clock in the afternoon, 
which was a long way off. She was surprised at how eager she was to go see 
the boy after ... after what happened the previous night. But her eagerness 
didn't go away. 

Just thinking about Johnny was becoming a fixation with her. Her heart 
pounded faster and she had trouble catching her breath when he entered her 
thoughts. It was a lot the same way as when she had been younger-a teenager 
in fact-and got hot flashes looking at Elvis Presley posters. 

It had been a long time, but Jenny had had a friend who was pretty close 
when Red was alive. She used to tell Rita all of her problems, her 
difficulties with Red. And Rita had never failed to respond in a way that 
cheered Jenny up. After Red died, though, it seemed to Jenny that her reason 
for seeing Rita was gone. Mostly, Jenny knew it was her own fault. Rita was 
still friendly and they talked once in a while on the telephone, but their 
visits had become few and far between. 

Maybe it was because Jenny had shut the world out too thoroughly. Her 
preoccupation with the house and Sarge and playing tennis had been taking up 
all of Jenny's life until she met Johnny.... 

Rita was Jenny's last real contact with the world! 

She started to dial Rita's number on the telephone. But then she stopped. It 
was possible that Rita wouldn't want to see her. And Jenny had to see 
somebody. Now! 

Starting again, Jenny called the cab company. When the cab pulled up in 
front of the house, she was outside. She would have liked to take Sarge with 
her, but taxi drivers in the past had gotten funny about letting the big dog 
get in the cab. Sometimes they said it was because they didn't want the next 
passenger to get covered with dog hairs. More often it had been because they 
were scared shitless to let a dog as big as they were get into the same car 
as them. 

Jenny had come to appreciate their point. Sarge was locked up in the house. 

Giving the cab driver the address, Jenny settled into the back seat and 
prayed Rita was home. Somehow she was sure that Rita had an answer. She 
always had one in the past. 

As the knowledge that she was going to get help eased Jenny's discomfort, 
she began to take an interest in what was going on around her. Glancing from 
side to side, noting the new buildings being put up since her last visit to 
Rita's, she was intrigued by the cabbie's rear-view mirror. The angle it was 
tilted at couldn't possibly show the road behind them. 

She crossed her legs and looked into the mirror. 

The cab driver's eyes had glanced up. His lips looked pursed for whistling. 

She shifted position and his eyes moved. 

The blush started in Jenny's crotch and spread throughout her body when it 
finally dawned on her. The cab driver had the mirror tilted so he could 
sneak peeks at people's-women's-crotches when they got into the back seat. 
If a woman was wearing a short dress and wasn't particularly careful, there 
was the chance he could see their cunts.... 

When his eyes met hers in the mirror, he grinned. Jenny blushed a furious 
shade of red. 

"Don't let it bother you," he said conversationally. "You can't really see 
nothing if the dames wear panties or pantyhose." 

"That's dirty." 

"Naw. It's just a little amusement." The driver grinned again. "If they 
didn't want me to peek, they wouldn't wear short dresses that can't cover 
what they want to hide." He winked. "Get what I mean?" 

"Can you really see under women's skirts that way?" 

The driver pulled up in front of Rita's house. "Well, sometimes you can't 
tell whether it's natural-colored panties or bare ass under there, but you 
can always spot lime green." 

"That's nice," Jenny said stiffly. 

"Sure is." The driver turned around in the seat and he made no pretense of 
looking anywhere but between Jenny's thighs. "You've got a nice hunk of 
fluff there." 

Jenny glanced quickly down. Her miniskirt had pulled up and the driver could 
see the puffy, cunt-filled crotch of her light green panties. Before she 
could say anything, he put his hand over the seat and laid it on her thigh. 

She thought it was a nice-looking hand, even as she wondered why she didn't 
scream. She just stared as it slid down the honey smooth skin of her thigh 
and his fingers rubbed lightly over her cunt. 

My God, Jenny thought. Why can't I scream? It was like a dream. And the 
whole cab stank of her own desire. Her pussy was pouring out the aroma of 
her sex like it was a pressurized spray can. 

She grabbed the door handle and tugged and then she was out on the street. 
"I'm going to report you," she said. 

"Forget it, lady." He seemed confused. "Look, are you all right. You want to 
go to the hospital or something?" He looked at her as if she appeared 
strange to him. 

"Leave me alone!" 

"All right, lady." He touched his cap. "I'll even swallow the fare. I think 
that snatch of yours is worth it." 

He screeched away from the curb and Jenny desperately tried to get a hold on 
herself. Was she advertising her availability like some bitch dog in heat? 
How did he know? 

Jenny literally staggered up to Rita's apartment. Besides, all she really 
wanted was Johnny. She knew that. So what was happening to her? 

She began to cry even as she pressed Rita's doorbell. And she wondered if 
there was still time. Or if she was going crazy.... 

"Damn!" Rita was pissed off a royal purple by the strident ringing of her 
bell. She'd finally gotten her nephew where she wanted him, and now the 
goddamned doorbell was spoiling everything. 

She was sitting on his fourteen-year-old belly with his tender young cock 
stuffed so far up her cunt that she thought she'd die. She was teaching the 
boy to play with the prominent protrusion of her clitoris at the same time 
while she put her hand down behind her and stroked his velvety balls where 
they pressed at her asshole. 

"What's that?" The boy's fingers stopped doing their work and he looked 
scared. That wonderful little cock of his, that Rita had worked so hard to 
blow up, suddenly went limp inside her sweaty fuckhole. Rita could have 
cried. 

"I'll bet it's my mother," Tommy moaned. "She'll kill me, Aunt Rita." He 
stared at his youthful, curly-haired aunt and practically sobbed. 

"Don't worry, Tommy," she soothed. "I'll take care of it." She got off the 
guest bed and slipped on a sexy pink robe with lots of feminine frills. "You 
just think about how good it was feeling, and I'll be back in a jiffy." 

Rita stuck her feet into floppy, fluffy house slippers and walked to the 
front of the apartment with the slippers clopping an extra damn, damn, damn 
each time they hit the floor. 

She'd been after Tommy so long. He was such a little sissy she wondered why 
she bothered. The fact that he was her sister's boy had something to do with 
it, Rita guessed. She'd always had something against Gwen. Her older sister 
had always been a domineering bitch. It showed, too. Her husband had the 
backbone of a sponge and her son was scared so shitless of her that he 
couldn't even fuck. 

"Screw her," Rita snorted, and jerked the door open. 

Jenny was holding the wrought iron black porch railing as tight as she 
could. When the door popped open she almost cried with relief. Nothing had 
ever looked so good to Jenny as Rita, as pompous as usual in her nylon 
ruffles and pink feminine swirls. 

"Rita!" 

"My God!" Rita had been trying to think of some shitty thing she could say 
to her sister. Seeing Jenny on the porch was the last thing she would have 
suspected. "Come on in." 

"Thanks." Jenny started to feel better the minute she walked into the 
familiar apartment. At first she'd felt strange in Rita's place, when they 
had just met. The walls were decorated with marvelous paintings of famous 
Greek and Italian statuary and when Jenny had first commented how strange it 
seemed, to adorn the walls with pictures of statues, Rita had laughed. "But, 
my dear," Rita had said then, "Where else are you going to find men with 
such beautiful bodies and such tremendous little pricks?" 

Jenny had thought Rita was joking. But not any more. 

She knew where to find those youthful, lithe bodies and darling smooth cocks 
and cuddly balls-on young boys just entering puberty. 

And she hoped, because of that, that Rita would understand...." are you all 
right?" Rita was looking at Jenny strangely. 

"What? I'm sorry." Jenny realized she hadn't heard something. "My mind was 
wondering." 

"Oh!" Rita didn't look convinced. "I was just wondering if you were all 
right, darling. You know you don't really look yourself." 

"Rita...." Jenny didn't know how to say it. What do I say? she asked 
herself. Rita, I've discovered I like to suck and fuck nice little boys and 
the neighbor knows and now I've got to copulate with him and the newspaper 
boy leaves love notes in a newspaper I didn't order and I want to run away 
with a twelve-year-old kid? 

It didn't sound too good. And Jenny was giving herself the benefit of 
hindsight, of those rotten years with Red. 

"Rita," she said. "I've got to talk to you." 

After the first shock of seeing her long lost friend, Rita threw open her 
arms and hugged Jenny. "Darling, it's been so long." 

"I know," Jenny said as she let Rita pull her into the apartment living 
room. "And I feel terrible, coming now when I need help, instead of coming 
just because I wanted to." 

"Poor baby." Rita's warm arms enfolded her friend. "When you need help is 
the best time to come to me." 

Unexpectedly, Jenny felt a lot better. The warm feeling of Rita's ample 
bosom pressing against her, the older woman's strong arms around her, gave 
her a sense of comfort that she never thought she'd know again. 

Rita's embrace lasted a lot longer than it might have, but Jenny wasn't 
about to complain. It was like being in her mother's arms again. 

"Tell Rita about it...." Rita urged. 

And Jenny did. 

Throughout her long monologue, Jenny stared fixedly at the wall. She didn't 
want to see Rita's reaction about ... about the things she did. She left 
nothing out. Not even the spying in the schoolhouse bathroom, the agony and 
the ecstasy she felt as she masturbated herself, the afinity for the teenage 
boy's pee. 

"God," she moaned. "I'm so depraved I wanted him to piss on me. Rita, what 
can I do?" 

"Is that all?" Rita asked. 

"All! My God, isn't it enough?" 

Rita laughed. "Darling, that's nothing!" 

Slowly the black-haired woman rose to her feet and untied the pink ribbon 
that held her nightgown together. She let go and the gauzy, chiffon mess 
slid to the floor, leaving Rita as naked as she ever could be. 

Jenny held her breath at the sight. She'd never seen Rita without clothes 
before and it proved to be an unexpectedly exciting sight to Jenny. 

Rita's body was like her face, soft and rounded and dimpled. Her breasts 
were tremendous fruits, full and ripe and firm. They were too large to stick 
straight out and consequently sagged a little, but not much. The undersides 
were soft. Temptingly soft. Jenny thought that if she touched Rita there it 
would be like touching that special place in her crotch. 

From the soft protuberances of her tits, each nipple surrounded by a dark, 
reddish-brown ring, Rita's body tapered in to a waist that was small enough 
for Jenny to enclose with her fingers. 

And then her buttocks billowed out, full and round, closing in to her crotch 
with a cute little tuck and fold that made Jenny want to stick her finger 
between Rita's thighs to see where it went. 

In front, Rita's hips were wide. She had a soft, rounded belly that started 
below her navel and made a gentle half-circle that ended in the sweet puffy 
mounds of her cunt. 

No wonder Rita's so experienced. What man could resist her? Jenny 
practically viewed Rita with awe. 

Pretending to hold her skirt out in front of her knees, Rita strolled back 
and forth in front of Jenny, showing her everything! "How do you like the 
empress' new clothes?" she asked. 

Jenny gulped. "What are you doing, Rita?" 

"Silly girl." Rita touched her cunt with her hand. Delicately. "What do you 
think, you're the only one to own one of these? There are men who chase 
young women and men who chase old women and men who chase any woman." 

"Well, there are also women who chase men." 

Naked, Rita walked up to Jenny and caressed her hair. "I, darling, chase 
boys!" 

"You?" Jenny was aghast. "You're just saying that...." 

"Am I, darling?" Rita stood in front of Jenny, her arms akimbo. "Tommy!" she 
called. 

In a moment Tommy came bursting into the front room. "Yes, Aunt Ritaaaa...." 
His eagerness dissipated when he saw Jenny there too. And then he noticed 
his aunt didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Not a stitch. 

Tommy was afraid of his mother. Hell, everybody was. But his Aunt Rita had 
finally aroused him like he'd never been turned on before. There was 
something really super sexy about being in a room with two beautiful older 
women. Especially when one was naked and her cunt had been on his throbbing 
cock only moments before, and the other was all neat and proper and dressed 
up for the street. 

"Tommy," Rita said. "Make Jenny comfortable. Help her off with her clothes." 

Tommy wasn't sure what Rita meant. But as he went near the beautiful blonde 
lady, he felt his cock reacting. She didn't have any extra clothes on, but 
if Rita wanted him to take some off of her, Tommy was willing to help. 

Jenny stood like a rock and Tommy came near her. His prick was practically 
ripping his pants and Jenny thought, I'll scream if he gets any closer! 

"Tommy is my nephew," Rita said conversationally. "He was fucking me when 
you came by. But he's a generous boy. He'll help me entertain you." 

I'll scream! Jenny couldn't help herself. Her vocal cords were frozen. Tommy 
began unbuttoning her neat, tailored blouse, and his hands were clumsy. Time 
and again his hands slipped and touched her bare breast. It made her all 
quivery inside and she put her arms back and let him slide the blouse off of 
her. 

"Don't you think Tommy's a doll?" Rita winked at Jenny. 

Tommy was fiddling with Jenny's skirt. Jenny was asking herself why she 
didn't do something, anything. And then she looked down at Tommy's pecker 
and she knew. It stuck out so sweetly under his pants. She started to think 
about it and the same old weakness came over her. Tommy had her skirt loose 
and dropped it around Jenny's ankles and she didn't care that she was 
standing in the middle of Rita's apartment dressed only in her 
semi-transparent panties. 

Rita came closer. "You have a really beautiful body, darling." 

Tommy was struggling with her panties and Jenny shifted her body a little 
and opened her legs and then he didn't have any trouble at all. He just 
pulled them down. 

"He's fourteen and he's a ... well, he's almost a virgin." Rita was standing 
very close to Jenny now. "If I'd've known you were coming I'd have saved him 
for you. He's what you need. I know he is." 

Rita had put her hand in Jenny's and began leading her toward the master 
bedroom. "You know, I've always liked young male children. I think it's 
natural for most women. But for lonely women like you and me, it becomes 
totally important. You know what I mean?" 

"Yes," Jenny said. It was her first response and, strangely, she thought she 
understood. She was thinking mostly about Tommy. About his smooth little 
hands and his almost girlish lips and his clear, clean complexion. And about 
this cock. That's what she needed-his young, slick white boy's prick. That's 
what Rita was telling her. 

"If I'd had a baby before Marty died...." Rita's voice trailed off and Jenny 
was almost shocked to discover that it was filled with sorrow. Rita had 
never reacted like that before. 

But she was beginning to understand. If she and Red had had a baby that 
would have been hers ... yes, yes, yes! Jenny could see it all so clearly. 
It would have been something she never had. Something she needed. 

"It's all right this way, though," Rita babbled. "My psyciatrist calls it 
compensation." 

Jenny stopped suddenly. "He doesn't object?" 

"How can he, darling?" Rita smiled then. A full, vuluptuous smile that 
lighted her whole face. "You see, he has this thing about twelve-year-old 
girls himself...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Tommy hadn't understood anything his Aunt Rita or the blonde lady were 
discussing, but he didn't have to. 

Hot damn! I'm going to get to fuck them. Both of them. At the same time! 
How, Tommy didn't have the slightest idea. But he did know that he was going 
to do something the first time with a girl-a woman-that the older guys only 
talked about doing. 

Twisting his head back and forth, he was going crazy walking with the two 
naked women. Sometimes he favored his aunt's soft, round asscheeks. Then he 
might prefer the cute patch of soft, gold hair on the other lady's twat. 

His cock felt like it was going to tear itself off inside his pants. He felt 
just like he did when he beat his meat and was ready to shoot off. Goddamn, 
he sobbed in his mind, not now! 

Then ready or not, Aunt Rita and the other lady were kneeling next to him 
and undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He clutched at his shorts in 
reflexive action as they whisked them away from him. His shirt went too. 
Tommy was jaybird naked, his sweet little boy cock sticking straight out in 
front of his balls, the tip bright and pink, and he was surrounded by two 
sets of beautiful jugs with sharp, pointed nipples he wanted to suck on more 
than anything else. 

"Goddamn no!" He cried it out, but all the built-up tension burst loose from 
his body and without being touched by either woman, Tommy began spraying his 
cum all over the feminine bedroom, and all over Jenny and Rita. 

Rita had seen instinctively what was going to happen. Grabbing Tommy's cock, 
she directed it toward Jenny. 

For an incredible moment, the-whole scene was frozen. And then Jenny saw the 
blobs of hot sticky white stuff jetting out of the end of Tommy's prick. She 
felt it landing, splattering like hot grease on her naked boobs. "No," she 
moaned. But she held her hands out and, when Rita directed the boy's jerking 
cock up, she didn't turn her head away. She licked his fresh boycum up as 
fast as it fell on her lips and mouth. 

When Tommy was done cumming, Rita was very gentle with Jenny. Her hands 
brushed over Jenny's bare tits, rubbing the drops of semen into her skin 
like it was some magic lotion. Jenny squeezed her knees together when Rita 
took hold of the end of her tit. She felt her nipple pop out, hard as a 
pebble, and Rita's fingers massaging it with kidskin softness. 

"Look, Tommy." Rita was touching Jenny's tit, demonstrating, and incredibly 
the boy's pecker was getting hard again, rising to the challenge that Rita 
had set him. "Tommy," Rita said softly, "get on the bed!" 

"Yes, Aunt Rita." Dutifully the boy crawled onto the rose pink and velvet 
black bedspread and lay on his back. His cock pointed majestically at the 
ceiling. 

"Go on, Jenny!" Rita nodded at the reclining boy. 

"No. He's your virgin, Rita. I think you should do it. I'll ... I'll just 
watch." 

Suddenly everything was coming together for Jenny. That strange feeling of 
non-reality was passing and she started to believe in herself again. So what 
if I like little boys? They need love, too. 

Something else Jenny had discovered was that it wasn't just any little boy 
she liked. Tommy was nice. He was cute with an upturned nose and anyone 
could see he was over his head and gamely trying to be an adult about it. 
But Jenny just didn't have the passionate need for him that Rita did. 

And, she had to admit to herself, she wanted to watch.... 

Rita had gotten on the bed, too. On her hands and knees, she crawled to a 
position over Tommy. Her heavy breasts were dangled pendulously in the boy's 
face and he seemed to naturally attach himself to one of Rita's nipples. Her 
face twisted with pleasure. 

Her legs straddled Tommy's and Jenny could see what she was trying to do. 
Without disturbing the boy's mouth or hands on her sweetly sensitive tit, 
Rita was trying to ring his cock with her cunt. But it wasn't working. 

Every time her hips went down, Tommy's cock would make contact and bounce 
off. 

"Wait a minute," Jenny said. She bent closer and realized what was wrong. 
Tommy's cock was dry and Rita's pussy was still too tight. Her cunt was 
pursed shut like a miser's wallet. 

Jenny said, "I'll fix it." And then she wondered if she could, the way she 
had intended when she said it. 

Timidly she approached their pelvises. Rita had given herself over to the 
sensation of Tommy sucking her tit, and Jenny wasn't sure she was even aware 
that she was there. At first. 

To start with, Jenny caught Tommy's cock in her hands and examined it close 
up. It was nice, not too large but full bodied. The head was smooth and 
flawless, the boy's skin grainy red and full of tender nerves. Carefully, 
Jenny guided her mouth around it. 

Immediately the boy's movements became faster, more aggressive. Without 
really understanding why, Rita was aware of Tommy's super turn on, the way 
he manipulated her mammary glands, the sensations he evoked in her by his 
movements. 

When Tommy's cock was sufficiently wet and slippery, Jenny shifted her 
target. The way Rita was bent over, the fat, juicy lips of her sealed cunt 
were a prime target. Jenny attacked. 

First her tongue swept up the furrow between Rita's cuntlips. Jenny swabbed 
the whole area, the raven black hair and the wrinkled sex flesh that guarded 
Rita's sex hole. 

Then, utilizing her tongue like a crowbar, Jenny set out to open the vault. 
Her tongue pried and pushed at Rita's tunnel, slipping between the pursed 
lips. Then Jenny began to tongue fuck her girl friend, snapping her tongue 
in and out with the force and fury of a thick rubber band. 

Rita wasn't slow in responding. Her groans were of pleasure. Her cunt 
loosened, imperceptibly at first, and then to greater effect, and Jenny was 
able to jamb her tongue the full length up Rita's cock crack. 

She'd thought that the taste and smell of Rita's hairy pussy would nauseate 
her, but it hadn't. It was almost as good as cock. And besides, Jenny was 
doubly satisfied that Rita was thoroughly enjoying every move she made. 

Both Rita and" Tommy were squirming and writhing full of pleasure. Jenny 
wasn't sure, but they had seemed to forget her. She gave Rita's cunt and 
Tommy's cock an extra saliva-loaded lick, and then gently she guided Tommy's 
cock to Rita's pulsating slit. 

Jenny didn't have to do any more, just watch as Tommy sank the thick column 
of white flesh in his aunt's heaving pussy. Within moments Rita's hips were 
jerking up and down with wild abandon. And each movement caused Tommy's cock 
to practically leap out of her hole. 

Jenny couldn't resist the temptation. She put her face into the juncture of 
their combined genitals and eagerly began licking Tommy's plunging cock as 
it flew in and out of his aunt's burning sex box. Rita howled with pleasure 
when Jenny's tongue flicked over her cunt. 

Slowly Jenny shifted her target. Her lips crept down from Tommy's prick and 
fastened on the tightly clenched skin of his balls. His testicles were drawn 
up tight against his body, ready to explode, and Jenny began to lave them 
with her tongue harder and harder until she sucked his balls into her mouth. 

Rita's ass was pounding the side of Jenny's face as the older woman fucked 
her nephew. But Jenny didn't care. She felt Tommy's balls swelling and 
tightening. The stimulus of Jenny's mouth on his balls was too great and 
suddenly he screamed "AUNTY" and raised his hips and plunged his cock into 
Rita's cunt to the hilt. 

Jenny thrilled to the sudden surge in his balls, the out-pouring of Tommy's 
sperm into Rita's copious cunt. 

There was so much of it! It shot back out between the tight seal of Rita's 
cuntlips and Tommy's prick and Jenny was delighted to lap it up. 

Rita slumped down on Tommy's cock. She was full of the boy's cock and she 
said "wow" in an uncharacteristic exclamation. 

Tenderly Jenny stroked the join between the aunt and nephew's cunt and 
prick. There was something symbolic about what she had seen. To Jenny it was 
like a special kind of marriage that she couldn't describe. It was more than 
sex. 

Tommy was a timid boy who was growing up repressed and frustrated, scared 
shitless by a mother who dominated her husband and her son by the power of 
her sex slit. A woman who didn't give anything. And Rita was a lonely widow, 
a woman who wanted to retrieve the past and what she didn't have, if only 
for a moment. 

Jenny thought it was beautiful. 

And then, after a while, in return for what she'd done for them, Rita ate 
her cunt and Tommy sucked on her nipples and let her suck, in return, on his 
almost soft prick, and Jenny thought that was the nicest thing they could 
have done for her. 

Jenny hadn't wanted to leave. She'd wanted to talk to Rita, to investigate 
what she was learning about herself, but an unplanned glance at the clock 
radio in the bedroom had shocked her back to reality. It was way past noon, 
and she had promised to meet Johnny at the playground. 

She had the cab driver take her directly there, rather than to her house 
where Sarge was patiently waiting. , She was barely out of the taxi before 
Johnny was right next to her. His face was glowing from the scrubbing it had 
had that morning and Jenny thought she detected some hint of scent like an 
after-shave lotion. How sweet. It's like he got ready for his very first 
date. 

"Where're we going?" Johnny was so eager he practically bounced as he waited 
for Jenny. 

"To my house, Johnny." She tousled his hair and his cowlick shot to 
attention. 

"Are we ... are we really going to do it today?" 

His face was so hopeful that Jenny had to laugh. He looked the way she felt. 
Nothing would stop her from joining herself to the boy's wonderful prick. 
Nothing. 

Taking his hand, Jenny said, "Let's go. We're wasting our time standing 
around talking about it." 

With Johnny's hand in hers, Jenny knew she looked like a mother and her 
loving son walking home together. Not like a pair of lovers completing their 
tryst. 

Rita had convinced Jenny that what she was doing was all right. They weren't 
hurting the boys, were they? And besides, Rita said she knew dozens of other 
women who liked young boys in one way or another. It wasn't abnormal to love 
innocence. 

The short block to her home flitted by in an instant. 

Sarge, the minute the door was opened, bounded out of the house. He bestowed 
on Johnny an uncharacteristic kiss of affection and it warmed Jenny to know 
the dog took to the boy too. "Good dog." She patted his head and he seemed 
to understand that she wanted him to treat Johnny nicely. 

Once she had the door shut, Jenny didn't know where to begin. She'd been 
thinking about this moment alone with the boy in the safety of her home for 
so long that, now that it had come, she was unfunctional. 

"Are you really going to let me fuck you here?" 

Jenny smiled. Johnny had come to the point for her. "You bet," she said. Her 
voice had a sudden throatiness. 

Eyeing the boy, she said, "How would you like to take a shower with me 
first?" 

He wasn't overjoyed by the suggestion. But Jenny hadn't expected him to be. 
Young boys only got under the water when they had to, when their mothers 
could catch them and make them. To Johnny, the shower stall certainly wasn't 
his idea of a place to have a lot of fun-yet. 

But he did as she asked. In the bathroom she watched happily as Johnny 
shucked off his clothes. The sight of his darling little penis started a 
tingling in her vagina that she couldn't control. Hurriedly she stripped, 
too. 

In the mirror they made a startling contrast. Jenny's body was that of a 
mature woman. Her breasts were full. The lips of her cunt were swollen and 
pouty. Johnny was slender, though. His body was unformed and his prick was 
only a darling insinuation of what it would ultimately be in a few years. He 
had no pubic hair and she had a profusion. Jenny almost giggled. When he 
finally stuck it in her, Jenny wondered if all her hair would tickle his 
cock and balls. 

She pulled back the pink shower curtain and gestured for Johnny to get under 
the water. She stroked his balls with her hand and he seemed to like that. 
Then she was under the cascading water, too, and she had pulled the curtain 
tight around them and they were in a pink womb. 

"Isn't this nice?" Jenny had the bar of soap and began lathering Johnny's 
naked shoulders. She worked down his chest and hips and then her fingers 
gently felt his cock and balls. She went in back with the soap, putting her 
arms around Johnny, and touched the soft entrance to his asshole with her 
index finger. It seemed to respond to her touch, puckering to kiss her 
slippery wet finger. 

"Why don't you put soap on me?" Jenny asked the boy. 

He didn't have to be invited twice. In a moment Jenny experienced his hands 
feverishly sliding over her whole body. In the space of seconds he had 
explored her tits and her cunt and her asshole not once but a dozen times. 
And each succeeding time an intense surge of desire started at the sexual 
part Johnny touched and flashed through her body like a lightening bolt. 

Turning the shower handles, Jenny made the water pour out faster, harder. It 
splashed off their shoulders as she pulled Johnny's body hard against hers. 
The soap between them made each movement exquisite. Johnny's erect prick 
stabbed between her legs touching her with tender, erotic jabs. She moved 
and he seemed to slide slowly across her billowy breasts and his cock moved 
and jabbed her cunt in another place and she was enflamed. 

She could see in her imagination the play between his cock and her cunt. His 
balls were probably tight and drawn up and his prick waved like a blind 
man's white cane, trying to find the way. 

The only way it wanted to find, though, was into the pink-lined interior of 
her steamy twat. 

Jenny moved away from the boy despite his sudden objection. She let the hot 
shower beat on her tender breasts, stinging her nipples with a combination 
pain and pleasure that was mostly pleasure. She had Johnny do the same. 
While the soap was being washed off him, though, his hands raised to her 
breasts and began to squeeze and pull Jenny's already excited nipples. 

Isn't he sweet? Jenny sighed with a great exhalation of breath. The boy's 
caresses were really turning her on. 

Before her feelings overcame her prematurely, Jenny pulled away and slowly 
sank to her knees. She didn't pay any attention to the water soaking her 
hair, just to the boy's hard and distended prick staring her practically in 
the face. 

She kissed it. And then cuddled his balls in her heated hand. 

"Pee on me," she said in a soft voice. 

"What?" Johnny's balls tightened as her words and their meaning sank in. 

"Pee on me!" Jenny stared into the little hole in the end of Johnny's pecker 
and felt all fluttery inside with anticipation. She knew what she wanted. 

"I ... I can't." 

"Yes you can." Jenny's fingers warmed the boy's balls reassuringly. 

Johnny's legs were all quivery. He couldn't believe that the beautiful lady 
kneeling at his feet, the shower splashing her in the face, really wanted 
him to piss on her. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it that stopped him, 
though. It was that he couldn't. 

His balls were knotted up tight. His prick was iron hard and sticking 
straight out. He wanted to piss so hard he could bust. 

"You can do it." The lady's voice was soft, almost as soft as her fingers 
working the knots out of his balls. 

Hypnotically she told him he could do it until Johnny believed her. And then 
he was overwhelmed by his own surprise when everything changed and he felt 
so good and relieved and his cock tingled and his bladder stopped hurting 
and he looked down and saw a thick, yellow stream of piss arching out from 
his beautiful cock to splash on the beautiful lady's upturned face. 

Jenny almost had an orgasm when the first, uncertain spray of Johnny's piss 
hit her. She knew she was kneeling in a puddle of her own love juice. She 
could feel herself leaking like a waterfall. She knew he was able to do it 
because he loved her. 

It was hot on her face and she moved his prick with her hand, aiming the 
thick stream first against one nipple and then the other, and when they were 
fully aroused, against the cleft in her crotch. 

The hot stream of the boy's urine brought her clitoris to full erection. It 
luxuriated in the wonderful beat of his water against her tender flesh. The 
burning feeling of his piss running down her pubes to gather at the entrance 
of her own hole was heavenly to Jenny. 

She wished she could shoot it up inside her, douche her cunt out with 
Johnny's piss. But it was petering out. 

Before the stream stopped completely, Jenny caught his penis in her mouth 
and savored the semi-bitter flavor of his urine. She swirled it around in 
her mouth before swallowing it. 

Then she stood. "Put your hand on my cunt," she said thickly, "and I'll piss 
in it." 

Johnny reluctantly did as he was told. It had been exciting watching his pee 
splattering all over Jenny, but he wasn't sure that he'd like catching hers 
in his hand. 

The feel of Jenny's cunt, though, was wonderful to the boy. It was soft and 
squishy and his fingers sank excitingly into her hot flesh. And then his 
hand was hot and he felt her pee hosing against his palm. 

"Put your cock in!" Jenny said excitedly. "Hurry!" 

Johnny was trembling, but he obeyed. His prick was as stiff as a crowbar and 
it seemed to get harder as he poked it into the almost solid stream of 
Jenny's piss. It swelled under the rapid beat against his cockhead. 

He was almost frantic as he turned it straight up and lunged to drive it 
into the older woman's leaking cunt. For a minute the feel of her piss 
driving right into the hole at the end of his cock drove him wild. And then 
his prick was inside. 

Jenny wanted to burst. She couldn't stop her piss even if she wanted to. And 
she didn't. It sprayed from her cuntlips over both her legs and Johnny's as 
well as his balls. It was a hot river down both their flesh and it turned 
the boy on as well as her because he was ineffectually humping his butt as 
he screwed her while she was pissing. It was so good.... 

For a long, unaccountable moment Jenny was wrung out, dizzy. Her nervous 
system was burned out. She leaned against the boy and if he hadn't held her 
she would have fallen. His mouth was fastened around one of her tits and he 
was suckling even as he frigged his cock in and out of her slack hole. The 
little darling! 

"Let's go to bed now," she said. She leaned her head against the boy's 
shoulder. 

Jenny turned the water up to very hot and they were both subdued in the pink 
light filtering through the shower curtain. 

When they stepped out, their skins were pink and both felt exhausted from 
the hot water. 

Leading the way, Jenny guided the boy into her bedroom and her bed with the 
frilly white bedspread she had put on just for his deflowering. 

But the deflowering started slow. Jenny remembered crawling on the bed with 
the boy and resting his head on her soft tit, and then it seemed hours later 
and she was opening her eyes. There was a wonderful feeling between her legs 
and Jenny realized the boy had taken her while she was asleep. 

He had crawled between her legs and, firmly anchored, guided his prick into 
her cunthole. 

Jenny woke feeling his thumb pressing against her clitoris as he jammed his 
cock into her slit. 

Johnny's dick was hard. Super hard. 

As the boy's cock got wetter, it slipped a little more into Jenny's aching 
slot. This was the moment Jenny had been waiting for. It was the moment of 
truth. Her moment of love. 

The boy's penis stuffed her fuller than Red's big cock ever had. Her groin 
ached sweetly as her cunt stretched to take it all in. 

"Fuck me, Johnny!" 

The boy's face was contorted with emotion. His hips moved and his cock 
plunged in and out of her hole. Once. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me until I shit!" Jenny's voice was ragged, her breath 
uneven. 

"I will!" the boy promised. 

He flexed his hips and his prick slid all the way into Jenny's turgid 
depths. He did it again, harder. 

It felt so good. Jenny rose to meet him, impaling herself on each jab of his 
thrusting cock as it drove into her. The insides of her labia were swollen 
with passion. Even breathing had become a sexual thing. 

The little boy's hands on her tits, his soft lips pressing against hers, his 
sleek, hairless penis pounding at the hole between her legs, drove Jenny 
beserk. 

Faster. Faster! Each movement of his small, nice body against hers made her 
dizzy with added excitement. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fill my cunt, you little loving bastard!" 

Jenny's legs were pointed at the ceiling as Johnny drove his dick deeper and 
deeper into her. She opened herself as much as she could, helping his cock 
drive like a spike to the depths of her quaking vagina. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

Jenny howled loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The greatest moment in 
her life had come and she didn't want to keep it a secret. 

"FUCK!" Johnny echoed. He pressed against Jenny and his cock erupted, 
sending his white, sticky semen flooding her vagina, filled her being.... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Jenny would have liked to keep Johnny with her all day. But she had some 
serious thinking to do. Was she already in too deep? How deep, for that 
matter, was too deep? 

Johnny had fallen asleep after their spectacular love making and Jenny went 
into the other room with her for-once fully satisfied cunt and thought about 
the little boy sleeping naked on her bed. What she would have liked more 
than anything else was to have gone in there and done it again. But that, 
she told herself, was impossible. 

Could she live the rest of her life with a twelve-year-old child? 

She Bit her lip. Now he was twelve. But he'd grow up. And she'd grow older. 
A lot older. 

Would Johnny still love screwing her when she was an old bag and he was a 
mature young man admiring young girls with wrinkle-free skin and pussies 
like elastic bands? 

She was thinking all those things when he woke up and came into the front 
room. She was on the couch, naked. 

Timidly the boy went up to her and kneeled in front of her, looking up into 
her face and then dropping his eyes like a velvet caress to her tits and 
pussy. "I love you," he said. 

"I love you too, Johnny." Jenny ruffled his hair. 

Impulsively the boy lowered his head and his mouth kissed Jenny's relaxed 
cunt. Then his head was burrowing between her legs like a wild puppy, his 
tongue lapping and spreading her twat lips open, his teeth nibbling at the 
tender nubbin of her clitoris. 

Jenny watched between her breasts at his expression of love. The way his 
tongue darted into her, the way he tongue fucked her, made it seem like it 
had been something he had been preparing his whole life to do. 

Squealing with uncontrollable pleasure, Jenny opened her knees wider so the 
boy could go all the way. All the way. But for Jenny there was no further to 
go. His hot tongue was a poker in her cunt. She was at an unendurable crest 
of her orgasm. The pleasure was so great it was agony and she rode along 
from wave crest to wave crest. And still his tongue stabbed her until she 
was screaming inarticulately. 

The last echo of her "AAAAGGGGHHHH" still reverberated throughout the house 
as Johnny pulled his tongue from her exhausted fuck box and licked the last 
traces of her pussy juices from around his mouth. 

"Did you like that?" he asked shyly. 

"Did I like it?" Jenny hugged him to her and reveled in the feeling of his 
body pressed against hers. "I loved it, darling. And you remember that when 
you play with other girls and they'll love it too." 

"I don't want any other girls. Just you!" Johnny's voice rang so 
authoritatively that Jenny almost thought he was somebody else. 

"If you say so," she said. She hugged him again. "But you'll have to go 
now!" 

"I suppose so. But, gee whiz, when I'm grown up we can do it all we want to. 
I'll make them let us...." 

"Of course," Jenny said. 

She stood at the window peeping out through the drapes at the boy as he 
walked toward the school. Maybe she should have walked with him, but she 
couldn't bear to. She might see him again-and fuck him-but it would never be 
really the same. She knew that, as much as she loved the boy, it wouldn't 
work. It couldn't. In a way, it was her good-bye. 

Turning away from the window, Jenny patted Sarge's head. "I've got you, boy, 
don't I?" 

She made the dog a snack which he wolfed happily. It wasn't the usual order 
of things and Sarge enjoyed an extra meal almost as much as he liked licking 
his mistress' cunt. The doorbell rang! 

Jenny held her hand over her throbbing breast, feeling her nipple grow 
between her fingers. She knew it was Johnny, come back. She knew it! 

She ran to the door and flung it open. The mixed emotion of joy and 
disapproval with which she was going to greet him faded and became 
embarrassment. Harry Weemens was standing on the porch. 

He looked at her naked body and his eyes grew round and approving. "You'd 
better close the door before my wife sees you, or one of the other nosy 
neighbors." 

Jenny did a modest imitation of September Morn and stepped back into the 
house. Harry shut the door after himself. 

"You'd better go, Harry. Now isn't the time...." 

Harry Weemens smiled. His eyes literally devoured Jenny's nakedness. His 
eyes lingered on the slit between her legs and he licked his lips. 

"I know," he said. "You only let me stick the wiener to you because I 
frightened you." 

"Yes!" 

"Don't I still frighten you?" 

Jenny took her hand away from ineffectually shielding her breast from his 
gaze. "No, Harry. You don't." She put her hand on the side of his head. 
"You're a dear with your own problems. But at the moment, I have mine!" 

"I know!" Harry smiled. From his pocket he drew a bright jacketed 
yellow-and-white-and-black pocketbook. "I read sex books, you know!" 

Jenny shrugged and her splendid breasts rose and fell with the motion, 
jiggling so enticingly that Harry couldn't help looking at their strawberry 
tips. 

He handed her the book and sat down on the couch. "You might read this." 

Jenny turned the book over uncertainly in her hand. The title was Leave Your 
Boys Here. It showed a full grown woman and a young boy on the cover. 

"You have my pictures. You might as well have this." 

She wanted him to leave, but Jenny didn't want to make a scene. Besides, she 
felt a certain companionship with Harry. They knew each other's secrets too 
well to be enemies. 

"Read it," Harry urged. His eyes flowed across her naked body. 

Stubbornly, Jenny decided not to get dressed. If he wanted to torture 
himself watching her, wanting her, it was his decision. After the 
embarrassment of standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing on 
faded away, she had a self-righteous urge to punish him. 

Carefully, Jenny sat next to him on the couch. Not close enough to touch, 
but so he could smell the warm aroma of her cunt, the fragrance of her hair. 

Jenny's eyes scanned the pages. It seemed to be nothing. Just another of 
those books that peddled vicarious thrills instead of violence or greed. And 
then her eyes stopped.... 

Sally glanced over the top of the magazine again, watching the young boy 
splashing around in the water. He was a doll, about fourteen, with curly 
brown hair and a tight little body. He was wearing baggy yellow swimming 
trunks, and every time he got out of the water Sally could see the little 
bump in the front of them as they pressed against his young prick. She 
imagined it was all shriveled up from the cold water. Oh, how she'd like to 
put it in her mouth till it got warm.... 

"Pornography doesn't turn me on," Jenny said primly. 

Harry shrugged. 

Jenny knew why when she flipped through the pages. It wasn't an accident 
that the woman in the book noticed the fourteen-year-old boy. She noticed 
all fourteen-and thirteen-and fifteen-year-old boys. Her mind was set on one 
thing, the same thing Jenny's mind was set on. 

Jenny read on in the book, to a scene where two boys are skinny dipping in 
the pool with Sally and she can't suppress her desire any longer: 

"I want to get fucked by you," she said, looking up at the older boy, "while 
I suck you off. I want you both to cum at the same time, in my mouth and in 
my pussy." 

"Honey," the stud said, slipping into the water silently, "this dick ain't 
had a girl riding on it in three weeks." 

"Then now's the time," Sally said, spreading her legs as he came up behind 
her. They were both about the same height, he a little taller, and they were 
standing in water just deep enough so she could easily suck the kid sitting 
on the edge of the cement with his legs dangling in the water while the stud 
fucked her from behind, dog-style, like Mutt had done. 

"Oh, it's going to hurt," Sally said, already licking the younger boy's 
penis, dreading the pain from the big one that was already moving around 
under her cuntlips. "I haven't had a cock that big since my husband died." 

"Suck me, suck me," the younger boy said, lying back on the cement again, 
ready to give himself up to pleasure as his pal fucked the woman who was 
gonna blow him. "Tell me when you're gonna cum, Sonny, and I'll hold off 
till then." 

Sonny. Sally wanted to ask him how's Cher: but she figured that wasn't the 
time to do it. She was too turned on by the feel of his huge dickhead 
between her legs to try to be cute anyhow. She just wanted to be fucked by 
this boy-man, to see what it was like to have a dick that size up her cunt 
again. It had been so long.... 

All of a sudden, Sonny pulled his stud prick out of her cunt. Sally opened 
her eyes and started to take her head off the dark-haired boy's cock, but 
the boy pushed her down with his hands, forcing the cockhead into her throat 
again. Sonny kept his cock between her legs for a moment, but he didn't put 
it back inside her pussy, which was burning for if. 

Then she heard him say, "In Texas, we like to do it another way...." 

Right away she panicked. She knew what he meant-and if her cunt had found 
his huge dick hard to take, her asshole could never bear it. She tried to 
lift her head in alarm, but the younger boy kept her down on his cock. Oh, 
God, please don't let him put it up my ass! 

What she feared happened. Sonny put his cockhead right smack between her 
asscheeks and pressed hard. He was breathing harder now, faster, and she 
knew that this was his thing, that this was what he wanted to do most with 
that weapon of his-he wanted to make women squeal and cry in pain, and 
putting it up their assholes would do it. 

No, God, no.... 

"Do it, Sonny!" the younger boy said, excited to be watching, knowing the 
effect it would have on her sucking. 

"Yeah, hold on, baby, and shut up, or you'll be waking up all the fucking 
city," the stud said, holding his hard prick in place between her buttocks. 

Sally dreaded what was to come, but she prepared herself for it as best she 
could. She tried to relax as much as possible, letting her ass take it, not 
trying to resist. And she would concentrate on the cock in her mouth, the 
wonderful long boy's cock that was just about ready to cum.... 

"Take it," Sonny murmured, in a deep masculine tone, "take this up your 
asshole." He shoved forward with his huge cock, pushing it through the blue 
water of the pool into her tight, clasping, raw, burning asshole. It went 
all the way up her in one fast move, impaling her. 

Sally closed her eyes and almost fainted. She could have screamed in pain 
had the cock not been in her throat. Instead, her entire body froze and she 
just let the dizzying pain flush through her, accepting it. She wanted to 
die! It hurt more than anything she'd ever expected! Never had she felt such 
pain, even from Joe! Tears well up in her eyes and she chewed on the cock in 
her mouth, sobbing, sucking like crazy to get her mind off the pain 
emanating from her rear. 

"Oh, Christ, Sonny, is your cock all the way in?" 

"Yeah, man, I'm in up to her goddamn cheeks," Sonny said, holding his cock 
all the way inside Sally's beautiful hurting ass. 

"Fuck her hard, Sonny, fuck her fast 'cause I can't hold off much 
longer...." 

Sally knew what to do-if she made the kid cum, she would make Sonny cum fast 
too! They wanted to do it at the same time, that was their whole trip, and 
if the kid told Sonny he was gonna cream, then Sonny would have to cream 
also-the faster the better, because then the huge pole up her ass would get 
smaller and the pain would be gone. 

Sally moved her head up and down, sucking as best she could, drawing the 
skin of his cock up with her hand and making the head swirl in her mouth. 
His balls were tightening and she knew he was very close to his orgasm. He 
sat there with his hands grinding into her shoulders, breating heavily as he 
watched his pal banging into her asshole in the water. 

"Hold off, man, hold off till I cum," Sonny said, and then he pulled his 
cock almost all the way out of her asshole and shoved it in again. 

Sally gasped in pain once more, but still grinding the other boy's cock in 
her mouth. Even with the pain, she felt a certain excitement, and she wanted 
what they wanted now-cum in both ends, especially her rear. 

Now she was getting it up her ass, hard and heavy, and she couldn't wait for 
the young hard Texan's cum to fill her shithole. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum in your ass, I'm gonna fucking cum in your 
asshole...." Hie was sweating, his body causing waves in the water as he 
pounded her stretched and raw asshole with his tremendous horsecock. 

Sally cried, tears mixing with the other boy's sweat in his crotch, as she 
felt the massive pounding in her ass and tasted the sweetness of the cock in 
her mouth. Little premature spurts of cum were seeping out of the tip of his 
dick when she pulled the foreskin up, and she knew he wouldn't last another 
entire minute. 

"I'm gonna cum," Sonny whispered in passion, keeping his voice down, 
slamming his cock into her with all the force in his young body, pushing her 
against the side of the pool. 

"Mmmmmm," Sally sobbed, sucking frantically on the hard cock in her mouth. 

"OHHHHHH!" the younger boy said, his entire body frozen in shivers, spasms, 
"I'm cumming!" 

Sally tasted it in her mouth, the creamy load, the fantastic load that 
filled her cheeks and made her choke as she tried to swallow it. The taste 
was sweet, young, but it was the biggest load she could remember, bigger 
even than Bobby's, thicker...." 

"Jesus Fuck!" Sonny muttered, slamming into Sally's ass for the final time. 
He held her, breathing against her wet back in the pool as he pumped his 
cockjuice into her asshole. It shot from the head of his dick and ran around 
the length of his shaft, and then slipped out of her asshole, the sticky 
white cum spiraling in the bright blue water. Sally turned her head with the 
boy's cock in her mouth to see a rivulet of sperm floating through the 
lighted water. 

She sucked the cock dry, pulling each and every drop of sperm into her 
throat, into her belly. 

Jenny looked up from the book, her whole body trembling. She barely noticed 
that Harry's hand had crept around to nestle between her thighs, that he was 
finger-fucking her flowing well. 

"I'm not like this," she said. "I'm not!" 

"I believe you," Harry said. 

It was then that Jenny noticed the probing of his finger in her fuckhole. It 
was demanding, insistent. 

She didn't want to be turned on by Harry. Not now. She was in mourning for 
her lost love and now she was being turned on by nothing more than a finger 
and a suggestive passage in an adult book. 

Nonetheless, she squirmed her ass on the bright couch with its yellow floral 
design and mewed. It felt so good, and yet it wasn't enough. Her cunt needed 
more than that. For years she had dreaded big pricks, even thinking about 
them. And yet she couldn't be satisfied by the other end of the spectrum 
either, a finger that barely satisfied her craving to be fucked. 

"I want you to suck my cock," Harry said softly. 

"No!" 

"And I'll finger fuck you until you're turning inside out." Harry nudged the 
spread lips of her cunt and she knew he was preparing to drive another 
finger into her fleshy furnace. 

"No." She said it as firmly as she could, but her voice was weaker. 

"Why don't you make me leave?" Harry's hand was petting her whole pubic 
mound. Her clitoris felt like it was bursting. 

"You wouldn't if I told you to." 

"That's not true. That dog of yours is a killer. I went with Red to the 
training school when he had it trained for you. It would even have killed 
him if you told it to." 

Jenny was silent, feeling the glow spread through her crotch, the promise of 
something bigger and better in her cunt, turning her on and off like a light 
bulb. All she had to do was tell him to leave.... 

Harry was sitting very close. His other hand cupped one of her tits and 
Jenny closed her eyes. She was being handled at both ends and she wanted to 
say she didn't like it, but Harry wasn't letting her. Because she did like 
it. 

"God, Harry," she moaned finally, "do it to me." 

She let him guide her head to his lap and watched through half-opened eyes 
as he unbuttoned his pants with one hand. The other hand continued to stir 
the mushy brew in her cunt. 

His cock popped out, big like an oversized hot dog, not a salami. Jenny 
smelled the musky male odor and she was reminded of Red. But Harry's prick 
wasn't a threat to her. She stuck her tongue out and touched his dick and 
was rewarded by the sliding of a second finger into her gaping slit. 

Gently she began licking his cock. Instinctively, Jenny knew that cock 
sucking was to start gentle and get rougher. A whole lot rougher. That was 
the way it was. 

She kissed his balls and came back up his prick. She could see his face, 
screwed up and intense, and beyond that the creamy blue of her ceiling. 
Something was happening at her crotch. His fingers drew out and Jenny felt 
lost, vacant without them. Then they were replaced by something else. It was 
thicker and shorter and she guessed he had put his thumb into her cunthole. 

"I saw what you were reading, Jenny," Harry said. His voice barely disguised 
his growing excitement. "I know what you want." 

"Noooo...." Jenny struggled to tell him to stop, even though her mouth was 
full of his prick. But she was too late. 

Harry's grip had been changed on purpose. His middle finger was pressing on 
the tight, rosy ring of Jenny's anus, and slowly it began to sink inside. 
Jenny bucked, trying to get away. She'd never had anything inside her 
asshole before. Nothing! And she knew it was going to hurt. It had to. 

But Harry wouldn't stop. He wouldn't even slow down. Inexorably his finger 
pushed into Jenny's ass and she moaned and cried while he kept her head 
pinned in his lap, his cock poking into her still pursed and sucking lips. 

"See, baby. There's a lot about finger-fucking you don't know!" 

Jenny was willing to admit it. His finger in her rear was a match setting 
her on fire. It didn't hurt too much-now. But Jenny was sure it would if he 
shoved any harder. 

Strangely the thumb working around in her soggy cunt was more than doing its 
business. It seemed that the closer it came to the finger in her asshole, 
the hotter her cunt became. 

She sucked Harry's cock all the way into her mouth. It was just the right 
length. It tapped against the back of her throat and stopped without 
pressure. Her tongue and lips played with it, trying to make it spew up its 
load before Harry was ready. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" 

Harry's fingers had burrowed into her a little more and suddenly Jenny knew 
he was putting a second finger in her back door. It hurt. Not real bad. In 
fact, a little good like the second time she had been fucked and was still 
sore. 

Her fingers convulsively clutched Harry's prick. Jenny's world had 
constricted to the piece of meat in her mouth and hands and the incredible 
mixture of pain and pleasure she was getting from her crotch. 

Her teeth were sharper as she nibbled on Harry's cock, thinking of the cum 
he would shoot into her mouth when he came, how it would taste. She spread 
her legs and then realized it was an invitation which Harry promptly 
accepted by wedging another of his thick fingers into her shithole. Only 
this one didn't hurt. It lighted her on fire. Her hips began a furious hula 
and Harry's bowling ball grip could barely hold her. Jenny clamped her lips 
over Harry's cock and refused to let go as she plunged her own willing cunt 
and asshole on and off of Harry's tenacious fingers. 

Her hands had been working the foreskin up and down Harry's prick, and now 
they just squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed like the regular cycle 
of a constricting vagina orgasming around a hot cum-spurting penis. 

And that's what Harry's penis was doing. 

Jenny's mouth filled with the bland sticky outpouring from Harry's cock and 
she swallowed and swallowed again to keep from choking. But her mind wasn't 
on all that wonderful cock juice. Instead she was enthralled by the super 
feeling of contentment that radiated into her body from the relaxing muscles 
of her pussy and asshole. 

Harry's fingers pulling out of her felt wonderful. 

She rolled on her back, resting her head on his thigh. "You made me do it," 
she said accusingly. 

"But you liked it...." 

Jenny was silent as his hand drifted up her body from her cunt to her 
breasts. Gently Harry began to fondle her tits. "I liked it," she said. 

"I won't tell." 

"About this?" Jenny laughed. "Who would you tell? Your wife?" 

"No. About the boys." 

"It's nothing," Jenny said. "It's all over now." 

"Maybe." Harry squeezed her nipple. "Still, I won't tell." 

"Thanks!" Jenny slowly stood up. Watching Harry, she asked, "Do you like my 
body?" 

"Of course." Harry leaned forward and kissed her soggy twat and Jenny felt a 
sharp flare of sexual excitement. It astounded her, but it was only the 
latest in too many revelations about herself. 

"When will you ... come over again?" Harry smiled. "Soon. And I'll have a 
surprise for you." 

For a long time after Harry left, Jenny sat around the house talking to 
Sarge. The dog pretended what she was saying was important. He perked his 
ears in her direction, but Jenny knew that the dog thought it was all silly 
talk. Eat and fuck and sleep were his favorite words. Guard and attack he 
knew, but he seldom heard them, and he kept them bottled up in a dark corner 
of his brain. 

She wondered at herself. She felt like she was beginning to like Harry 
Weemens. And all he had done was force himself on her. It was practically 
rape.... 

But then, as Harry had said, she hadn't resisted too hard. She had a choice, 
and she had made it. Thinking about Johnny, she almost started bawling. He 
was so sweet and darling.... 

But Jenny realized she was too weak. It would be better if she didn't see 
him again. And then she started crying as if her heart was broken. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

That night Jenny faced herself for the first time, attempting to discover 
what she was. 

After she stopped crying she stood naked in her bedroom, staring at herself 
in her vanity mirror. What she saw was a pretty, sexy woman. An unfulfilled 
one. And that had been her own fault, not Red's or anyone else's. 

Over the years she had fielded so man, passes, turned down an endless line 
of ardent young men who wanted to put their hard-ons in her pussy and stir 
her to a froth, and felt so sorry and lonely for herself that she should 
have died. 

And now, when she was making an intelligent decision, she was coming apart 
over it. THERE WAS NO FUTURE WITH JOHNNY. 

It was that simple. 

She put her finger at the hair-fringed lip of her cunt and stirred it up and 
down, enjoying the electric sensation that possessed her crotch. 

Then she imagined it was Johnny's little hand touching her. He was caressing 
her cunt and in a moment would put his small, immature sex organ into the 
hairy mouth of her pussy and fuck her to ecstasy. 

Sarge came up and licked her cunt, his broad black nose rubbing pleasantly 
against her clitoris, his thick tongue rasping deep into her sex hole. Even 
that turned her on. Jenny didn't try to hide it any more. The dog's tongue 
in her twat made her eyes bright, her body ready. 

"That's it, Sarge," she said, encouraging him. "Keep it up." 

She opened her legs and the dog became more aggressive, butting Jenny until 
she was teetering, and he made her cunt more and more tender with his 
non-stop lapping. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Sarge?" 

The dog perked his clipped ears up at her. 

"All right," Jenny said, sobbing. "I'm nothing but a bitch anyway!" She 
slumped to her knees and then leaned forward on her elbows. "Go on-fuck me, 
you black bastard." 

Her butt was high in the air and Jenny's tits dropped to the safety between 
her arms. She felt so vulnerable like that, her rear rising to be the target 
of Sarge's huge prick. 

Jenny shuddered, remembering the times she had seen it. It was so long and 
thick and red. If he did it, he'd kill her. But she told herself that would 
be fitting. It was her obsession with cocks that was doing this to her.... 

Sarge's cold nose nuzzled her slot and an electric buzz shot through her 
body. She still had time.... 

His tongue split the drooping lips of her weary cunt and immediately they 
tightened, growing sleek and puffy. 

Sarge liked the taste. The big, black dog did it again, his tongue boring 
into her cunt first, then riding up over her asshole. It was so nice and 
warm there that Jenny involuntarily encouraged the dog to continue. 

But Sarge had his own ideas. His hairy chest brushed against Jenny's 
buttocks and she braced herself. In a moment she felt the weight of his body 
on her back and rear. The short hairs on his belly scratched excitingly and 
Jenny, looking down at her tits, watched her nipples change from a pink to a 
deep, excited red. 

Something pried at her cunthole. She wiggled and it was in, just a little. 

Jenny knew what it was. Often enough she'd seen the tapered point on the end 
of Sarge's huge cock. She didn't have to see what was happening to know. 

Sarge's hot flanks were close behind her thighs. His huge, slimy red prick 
was distended out of his sheath and just the tip was poking at the entrance 
for Jenny's warm hole. The dog was excited. He was panting and he dripped 
saliva on Jenny's back. 

She anchored herself. She knew it was coming. She knew. And she wanted 
it.... 

Sarge growled and lurched forward, his cock right on target. The pointy end 
pierced the center of Jenny's twat like an arrow and, at the same time with 
a loud cry, she thrust her ass back to meet it. 

It was so big and she was so full of dog prick that she couldn't move, and 
Sarge was too surprised to move. 

For a long moment, Jenny savored the fullness in her coupling with her dog. 
His penis spread her so delightfully that she whimpered with pleasure. And 
then Sarge started to move. 

With his front legs he held Jenny pinned in place while he humped his rear. 
His blood-flushed prick slipped in and out of her gaping hole like it was 
greased. 

"Oh, God!" Jenny cried. "Oh! God! That's wonderful!" 

Each lunge by Sarge seemed to fill Jenny to bursting. Her tunnel was vibrant 
with the pressure of his cock sliding up and down it. Once he was inside of 
her, he seemed to get bigger. His prick was swollen so big that Jenny felt 
stuffed to fullness without being hurt by it. 

Sarge was growling and crying in her ear while Jenny filled herself with 
pleasure. 

And then she was crying, "FUCK ME YOU BIG, BLACK MOTHER-FUCKING DOG. FILL MY 
CUNT. BURN ME UP ...!" 

Sarge howled and drove his flanks against her. Jenny felt his hairy sheath 
scratching the lips of her cunt he was so deep-and then even that didn't 
matter as Sarge poured her pussy full of his steaming hot dog cum.... 

For a long time after Sarge pulled out and sat down and licked his prick 
clean, Jenny balanced on her hands and knees, trying to put herself back 
together. 

Johnny, have I rid myself of you yet? Finally she got to her feet, showered 
and went to bed, knowing that the answer was no! 

The ringing of the doorbell filled the vestibule of Jenny's consciousness 
and she realized morning had crept up on her. 

Putting on a robe, she went to the front door and opened it. "Harry!" she 
exclaimed. 

"Surprise," he said. Then he moved aside. "I want you to meet my nephews, 
Bobby and Johnny Weemens." 

Jenny thought her heart would stop. Johnny, beautiful little Johnny, stood 
on her porch pretending he had never seen her before and his cock was 
practically busting out of his pants. "How ... how do you do?" she said. 

"Fine, ma'am." Bobby gave her his hand to shake. And then Johnny, only more 
timidly. There was a flash of a smile in his eye. 

"I thought you might like to take care of the kids for a few days. They' 
like tennis...." Harry Weemens winked very casually. "Their folks, my 
brother and his wife, asked me to keep an eye on them while they're on 
vacation, but I figured you might do a better job of it." 

"How, Harry?" Jenny demanded. 

Harry smiled and patted the two kids on the head. "Why don't you two look 
around inside?" he said. "The dog's name is Sarge." 

When they were in the house, he said, "I saw my nephew sneaking back to the 
school yard from your house. So I caught him later and we talked. 

He can't keep a secret from his old uncle." Harry smiled. "Grace hates kids. 
You wouldn't think it, she looks like such a stick in the mud homebody. So 
when I told her you would keep the kids where we could watch them, but 
they'd be out of the way, she went for it." 

Suddenly Jenny was apprehensive. Being practically alone with Johnny and his 
darling brother. With their two, beautiful childish cocks, Jenny could see 
how it would go already. 

"Is it the right thing to do?" She hoped he would make the right answer and 
Harry didn't disappoint her. 

"Kids always fall in love with their prettiest teachers," Harry said, 
smiling. "And then they grow up a little and know a little more and they 
meet a new teacher and they fall in love again. 

"You've got two weeks for them to grow up, Jenny. And for you to grow up." 
Harry smiled and patted her cheek. 

"I know the younger generation has it all over us old men, but try to save a 
little education for Uncle Harry!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Jenny was practically dizzy with anticipation when she went into the house. 
After she'd sworn to herself that she wouldn't have any more to do with 
Johnny, Harry left her with Johnny AND his older brother. Jenny shivered. 
She couldn't help wondering if big brother had as wonderful a cock and set 
of balls as did Johnny. There was one way to find out! 

Jenny shut the door from the inside and leaned against it. 

"Hi, Sarge." Johnny was stroking the big dog's furry head while Tommy still 
stood back with some reluctance. 

"Hello, Johnny. Tommy." 

Tommy's answer was shy. Jenny liked the way he tried not to stare at her 
generous tits. Just as she enjoyed Johnny's hungry eyes on her tingling 
crotch. "Do you boys want to spend the day at the playground? We could play 
some tennis...." 

"I was sort of hoping we could stay around here today ... and get 
acquainted." Johnny blurted it out like a line he'd been saving for an hour. 

His brother looked at him strangely. 

"That's nice," Jenny said. "How about you, Tommy?" 

"Whatever Johnny wants," he mumbled. 

"Well, let me show you the house, then." Jenny talked gaily, with animation 
as she took Tommy's hand in hers. "There's the kitchen," she nodded to the 
obvious kitchen separated from the rest of the house by the breakfast bar. 
In the little hallway she opened the bathroom door. And then in the bedroom, 
she said brightly, "Well, that's the end of our tour!" 

"It's ... very nice," Tommy said as he stared around, obviously wondering 
what kind of kooky broad she was. 

But from the minute they had stepped into the house, and Harry had made so 
very clear what he expected, Jenny knew she wanted both boys in the bedroom. 
And she had them there. 

"Johnny," she asked softly, "do you share everything with your brother?" 

The younger boy stared at her, and then grinned, nodding his head 
vigorously. 

Jenny smiled back. And then very deliberately she began undressing. 

By the time she unbuttoned .the second button on her blouse, Tommy's full 
attention was focused on her. His clean, practically new blue jeans bulged 
out hard in the front and Jenny was impressed. For a boy his age his prick 
had to be a lot better developed than Johnny's. She could hardly wait to 
find out how much more developed. 

She had her shirt all the way unbuttoned and she left it open. The smooth, 
warm curves of both breasts showed almost to the nipples. Both boys were 
staring ardently and Jenny shrugged her shoulders a trifle. Her blouse 
opened more and the sharp point of one firm tit popped out. 

Casually Jenny went on, unbuttoning her pants in front. 

She was so aroused by the presence of the two boys in her bedroom that the 
touch of her own fingers at the top of her cunt started her juices flowing. 
She was suddenly bathed in the heavy, demanding musk of her own sexuality. 

Slowly she stepped out of her pants. All she was wearing were her 
transparent panties and open shirt. Even that was too much. Her panties 
gripped her cunt like a hand, the material pulled tight across her sensitive 
lips making them feel swollen and huge because of the way they fought the 
material. 

As if the boys weren't even in the room, she slipped her hand under the 
waistband of her panties and casually began to masturbate. 

There was a sudden wet spot around the bulge in Tommy's pants. His darling 
little cock was leaking pre-semenal fluid at a furious rate. It was enough 
to make Jenny's twat even more demanding of her. Her finger slid in and out 
of her cunt even faster. 

Johnny acted as if nothing unusual were happening. His face was a study in 
innocence as he opened the front of his blue jeans and took his hard little 
pecker out and began to stroke it. In fact, the sight of his wonderful 
little tool almost made Jenny forget what she was doing. 

It was so small and perfect and ... fuckable! That was the only way she 
could think of it. Johnny's small hand on it was perfect. In comparison, it 
looked big. Big enough to stretch her cunt until she was creaming with 
pleasure. 

Jenny was so hot just looking at it....! 

And Johnny's brother must have thought he was going out of his mind. He 
glanced at Johnny masturbating in front of their beautiful baby-sitter as if 
to say, you're crazy! His face was all sweaty. The way his prick ached he 
wanted to take it out and play with it, too. What he really wanted, of 
course, was to cram it into the lady's-Jenny's-cunt. 

When Jenny said, "Would you like to put it in my pussy?" Tommy almost 
swooned. "Well, would you?" 

Desperately Tommy looked from his younger brother, who was grinning lewdly 
as he pumped his hand up and down his twelve-year-old penis, to the lady who 
was still playing with herself underneath her transparent panties. 

He would have looked like a sissy if he said no. Besides, he didn't want to. 
"Hell, yes!" he said. 

In a moment Jenny was in front of him, kneeling on the floor while she 
unbuttoned his pants and jerked them down, exposing his naked balls and 
cock. It was already hard and sticky and the boy thought he was going to cum 
when Jenny put her juicy red lips over it and sucked real hard and real 
hotly. 

Jenny was practically overcome when she pulled Tommy's pants down. Besides 
his usual little boy's musky odor, he reeked of semen. His cock was all 
slimy with his pre-semenal fluid and the minute she had it in her mouth she 
was delirious with the fantastic taste of his cum. 

Her hands cupped his buttocks and pulled his hips toward her as she swirled 
his cock around in her mouth. He kept leaking semen and it seemed Jenny 
couldn't get enough. She hardly noticed when Johnny came up behind her and 
pulled down her panties. 

Johnny didn't pull them down far enough and her legs were trapped together 
as he knelt behind her. It was cute the way he snuggled up close behind her, 
she thought, and with his inexperienced hands tried to line his too-short 
cock up with her too-well-protected pussy. 

He was leaning against her and Jenny felt his cock stabbing blindly against 
her crotch and asscheeks, and then suddenly find an opening it could get 
into. 

She was about to object that it was her asshole. But her mouth was full of 
little Tommy's wonderful cock and, besides, it was something she wanted 
Johnny to have from her. She wanted him to fuck her every way imaginable. 
She wanted her young lover to experience everything there was to experience 
about sex. She could not refuse him that if she loved him. Even if it hurt. 

Tightening her lips around Tommy's sweet little prick, Jenny tried to think 
of the girl in the book-how she had taken that boy's huge prick in her 
asshole and how wonderful it had been for her. 

At that moment, Johnny pressed tight against Jenny's rear and his small, 
slippery cock jabbed into her to the balls. It hardly hurt at all. At first 
there was just a dull burning sensation that became a slow heat. 

Johnny began to slide back and forth, apparently savoring the super-tight 
grip her asshole had on his cock. Every distant movement of Johnny's cock 
inside her asshole caused Jenny to shiver first with the strangeness, then 
with a kind of perverted pleasure. The feeling of his just-right prick 
fucking her asshole began to build in Jenny. She closed her eyes and 
swallowed Tommy's prick to the balls as she savored the sensation. It was 
hot and beautiful. She was stuffed full. Her asslips seemed to pull, to suck 
Johnny's cock into her rear, and it was like he was stroking the inside of 
her cunt from the outside. She was all mixed up between her legs. She didn't 
know for sure where he was screwing her except it was hotter than normal. 
Much hotter. 

Her body had taken over thinking for her and Jenny was pushing back as he 
thrust into her. His flat, little boy's belly slapped loudly against her 
asscheeks and Tommy seemed to respond to that, too. He rammed his cock hard 
into her mouth at each retort and Jenny loved it. She was being fucked at 
both ends and she wanted it to go on and on forever. Or at least until they 
both poured their youthful semen into her greedy holes. 

"I'm going to cum," Johnny said. His hips were reverberating like a 
jackhammer and Jenny would feel his hot little prick pistoning in and out of 
her with delightful speed and heat. She was burning up between her thighs 
and she only wished she had something rammed full into her gaping slot. 

"Oh, God, I can't hold it," Tommy cried. He tried to pull away but Jenny 
clenched her fingers around his buttocks and held him while his swollen 
penis filled her mouth with his beautiful bitter-sweet sperm. 

At the same time, Johnny slammed against her butt so hard she felt his 
velvety balls pushed between her thighs to tickle her aching cunt. His cock 
in her asshole was a spear of flaming joy. 

She went beserk with pleasure as she felt his hot cum spraying against her 
insides. It was a deep, filling heat and she moaned around Tommy's little 
cock, softening to its innocent little boy's proportions. Expertly, Jenny 
stripped it of even the slightest hint of his semen before letting it go. 

At the same time, Johnny pulled his prick out of her rear and she tingled 
with enjoyment. 

"Oh!" she said as she got to her feet. Her asshole was so sore, despite how 
good it had felt only moments earlier, that she wasn't sure she could walk. 

Carefully she sat on the edge of the bed and then swung her legs up and laid 
down. 

Johnny was so solicitous that Jenny almost smiled. "Did I hurt you? I didn't 
mean to." His expression was so contrite that Jenny knew he meant it, 
really! 

They both stood around, staring down at her so mournfully that Jenny had to 
do something. "Do you boys like Pepsi-Colas?" she asked. 

They both nodded and Jenny told them to go get a couple out of the 
refrigerator. In a few moments they were back and Jenny still didn't feel 
much like moving. 

Tommy shook his up, holding his thumb over the lip of the bottle, and then 
sprayed the brownish white froth into his mouth. It gave Jenny an idea. 

"Johnny," she said, "shake your bottle up the way your brother did." 

He stared at her, uncomprehending, but did as she asked. 

When his thumb was corked over the end and the gas was whistling to get out, 
Jenny smiled reassuringly at him and said, "Now, stick it in my pussy!" 

He seemed reluctant. But his naked cock was as hard as a stick. 

"Put it in," Jenny urged. 

Quickly he did as he was told, sliding his thumb halfway into her cunt and 
then jamming the bottle up her twat when he took it off the mouth of the 
bottle. 

In that moment, Jenny went into orbit. The icy cold liquid sprayed the 
insides of her cunt like water from a firehose. It was like she was 
exploding from the inside out. The smooth, slick bottle neck jammed up her 
hole had her spread beautifully open. Her desire to be crammed full to 
overflowing was gratified and Jenny opened her mouth and screamed with 
pleasure. 

Both the boys looked scared. 

"Johnny," she asked reassuringly when she caught her breath, "do you really 
like Pepsi-Cola?" 

He nodded his head. His brother watched him with bright eyes. 

Carefully Jenny plucked the bottle from her cunt. It slid out so neatly and 
sweetly and it felt so good, Jenny was tempted to do it again. But she had 
something else in mind. 

"I'm full of Pepsi-Cola," she said. "Do you want to lick it out?" 

A grin spread across Johnny's face. "Do I?" he asked in an excited voice. 
Quickly he got between her knees and the next thing Jenny knew was the soft, 
hard hot feel of his tongue poking into her girlish slit. 

"Mmmmmmm," Johnny said, apparently pleased by the taste of her Pepsi-washed 
cunt. 

Tommy seemed so left out, standing watching, although his prick was nice and 
hard again, that Jenny called him closer. Gently she cupped her tit in both 
hands and offered it to him. 

The boy didn't have to be told twice. He started sucking right away. First 
one tit, then the other. 

Jenny felt so wonderful she lay back and closed her eyes, filled with the 
tremendous sensations of the boys' small hands touching and manipulating her 
body, their mouths sucking her off, their tongues, tongue fucking her. 

It felt so good, that later, when he shook the bottle up again and refilled 
her cunt with pop, she didn't even object. Boys will be boys, she thought. 

Besides, it felt so good. The warmer soda didn't blast her mind apart like 
the first bottle and she drifted asleep on a continuous wave of orgasms. 

Jenny woke with one of the boys sucking lustily on her clitoris while he 
used the bottle as a dildo in her avid cunt. The other one was feeding his 
prick into her relaxed mouth. She was confused and in that moment it seemed 
to Jenny that both boys were just balls and cocks and she couldn't tell them 
apart. 

Gently Jenny discouraged them, though her cunt was electric with excitement 
from the bottle. There was still something she wanted to do with the two 
boys and it was nice that they had excited her so much, preparing her by 
making her cunt so nice and wet and slippery. 

"Do you think you can fuck standing up?" she asked them. 

"I don't know," Tommy said. He thought about it and finally said, "we can 
try." 

Jenny noted that the older boy was finally asserting himself, as was 
probably normal at home. She got off the bed and finally stripped her shirt 
off, throwing it in the dirty clothes basket in the closet. 

Both the boys were shorter than her, not much, and after a little thought 
she put them on small piles of books about a foot apart facing each other. 
"What do you think we're going to do now?" she asked. 

Johnny looked at his naked brother facing him. "We could jack off and have a 
shooting match." 

Jenny hadn't thought of that and it started her mind working again. But she 
shook her head. "I'm going to get between you and one of you can fuck me in 
the back and the other in the front, okay?" 

"Sure!" they said in unison. 

Jenny slid between the two boys, delighted by the feel of their young skin 
on hers, the flick of their cocks against her thighs. She faced Johnny 
because she wanted to love him this time, not just be fucked by him. 

She felt like a warm piece of meat in a two-boy sandwich. Johnny put his 
arms around her and then so did his brother and Jenny felt very secure. 
Tommy's cock, bigger than Johnny's, was nestled between her buttocks cheeks. 
He was pressing against her, the end thrusting at her little asshole and 
momentarily Jenny was unsure. It could hurt. His cock was a lot larger than 
Johnny's. 

And then Johnny's prick had pushed her cuntlips apart, spread them in a 
smooth bulge of flesh. The pointed tip of his penis was working eagerly at 
her hole. She was so slippery that it just slipped all the way in and Jenny 
spread her legs a little to accommodate it. 

Johnny was eager, his hips started to pound. Jenny clutched him by the 
asscheeks, though, and held him tight against her, reveling in the feel of 
fullness that pervaded every inch of her body but centered on her throbbing 
cunt. 

"Wait," she said huskily. "Wait for your brother to get in!" 

Johnny was a good boy. He waited. 

At Jenny's rear, Tommy was working as hard as possible to get into her 
behind. But his cock and her asshole were both dry. 

The sensation of being fucked, of her body responding to Johnny's probing 
young prick, was overpowering. Jenny wanted to let herself go, to thrust 
herself at the boy. "Spit on it," she whispered desperately to the young boy 
behind her. 

Tommy was suffering as desperately as Jenny. The boy hawked up a gob of spit 
and smeared it on his cockhead. Then he guided his penis to contact with her 
anus and deliberately shoved. 

"AAAaaaaagggghhhh!" The cry was wrung out of Jenny as the boy's penis was 
driven full strength up her asshole. She couldn't move away. Johnny was 
bracing her from the front with his hard little prick in her hairy cunt. 

"FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" she screamed. 

That was what the boys had been waiting to hear. Eagerly they began to 
simultaneously frig Jenny between them. 

When Johnny zipped his cock into her slimy cunt, the force of his thrust 
pushed her hips back and opened her rear for a counter-thrust into her 
asshole. It was just a matter of the boys working together. 

Jenny could hardly stand it, the pleasure was so unbearable. She tried to 
open herself up front and back each time a prick pulled most of the way out. 
She wanted it back, battering into her tender cunt or asshole, it didn't 
matter. 

Within moments, Jenny had discovered that the two pricks working together 
were like one huge, orgasmic happening in her soppy cunt. They created fires 
between them. Jenny's crotch was an inferno of flame. 

Johnny bent his head and chewed on one of her nipples until it hurt 
deliriously. One of Tommy's hands was at her belly, absorbing some of the 
thrust of his brother's hips against her while his fingers played with her 
clitoris. 

It was excruciating. All Jenny could think of was impaling herself on one or 
the other of the two beautiful cocks jabbing into her. 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She screamed the same litany over and over. Her 
whole body had become a sexual machine with only one purpose. Wave after 
wave of sexual orgasm washed over her, each new one starting from where the 
last one ended. 

If she hadn't been supported between the two boys, Jenny would have fallen. 
Her knees felt filled with water, her body was balanced on the sewing 
machine needles of the boys' twin cocks. 

"I'm going to cum," Johnny sobbed. He bit into her tit and it was like 
heaven had opened for Jenny. 

"BITE IT OFF! SUCK ME! FUCK ME! RAM IT ALL THE WAY INTO ME, YOU DARLING 
LITTLE COCKSUCKERS! NOW!" 

Johnny said "mama" and then Jenny felt his cum flooding up through her 
sensitive cuntal tubes. 

At the same moment, Tommy let go behind her and his hot boyish semen washed 
through her rear like scalding steam.... 

For a long moment, Jenny was a rocket poised to blast off on a flood of 
hydraulic pressure. And then the boys took their firing pins out of her 
holes.... 

Jenny was just capable of staggering to the bed. The boys clustered around 
her. "Are you all right?" they asked anxiously. 

"Fine," Jenny moaned. If I don't mind being a washed-up old cunthole, Jenny 
added to herself. 

The boys were still eager to do something else. But Jenny knew she 
absolutely couldn't. Her cunt was hot and fiery and good feeling, but it 
twinged when she moved. Her asshole was still filled with a pillar of flame 
and she didn't even want to sit on it. Tommy had used her pooper up for a 
while. 

"Why don't you boys go out and play? I'll see you later, at dinner time." 

Satisfied that Jenny was all right, they left the bedroom planning to get 
their tennis racquets and go to the school to bat the ball around. The door 
slammed behind them as they left and Jenny smiled to herself. She was 
teaching them about life and they were teaching her she couldn't stay young 
forever. 

She put her finger in her cunt to remind herself what a wonderful day it had 
been, and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The two weeks that Johnny and Tommy lived at the Weemens' house but stayed 
with Jenny seemed to go by in a rocket-propelled fashion. When she was in 
the bathroom in the mornings, one of the boys would slip in and slide his 
rod in her vagina or asshole. It didn't matter which, Jenny was enjoying 
them both equally as much and when one became too sore, rested it by using 
the other. 

On the last day, everything was normal. Jenny was naked in the bathroom, 
brushing her teeth, and Johnny slipped up behind her and stuck his cock into 
her asshole. It went in so easy and felt so good that Jenny rested her arms 
on the sink and spread her legs and took the position that opened her wide 
up to his tantalizing penis. 

She didn't even notice Tommy and it wasn't until she felt his tongue slip up 
her vagina that she realized that somehow he had snuck in and sat between 
her feet on the floor. 

Johnny's cock stroked into her asshole and she almost howled with pleasure. 
He was just the right size. Tommy's was bigger and it wasn't as good as when 
Johnny put it in her shitter. 

But Tommy's tongue was perfect. It drilled into her hole like a buzz saw. He 
kissed and nipped her swollen pubes and her cunt by pumping water like a 
well. 

The boy was masturbating as he tongued Jenny. She felt the frenzy of her 
orgasm building up in her, quicker and bigger than normal. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God, I love you," she moaned, moving her body to respond to 
what the boys were doing to her. 

Johnny whispered, "I'm cumming...." 

Tommy's hand flashed up and down faster and harder on his rigid penis. His 
penis head was swelling. Jenny stared down at it as he licked her cunt. She 
was going to explode. 

And then Tommy's prick exploded, shooting streamers of cum that splashed 
against Jenny's breasts and face. 

She loved it. Even at the heights of her passion, Jenny savored the blast of 
his cum on her skin. 

At her rear, Johnny pressed hard against her, grinding his cock into her 
up-thrust ass, filling her with his cum. 

It was wonderful, and yet when it was over it hadn't been enough. Jenny 
wanted to go on forever this way. Even though she knew she wasn't facing 
reality. 

Later, when she had the boys dressed again and ready to be picked up by 
their mother and dad, Jenny cried. 

"Don't cry," Johnny begged. "It was beautiful and Tommy and I love you, Aunt 
Jenny." 

That made Jenny cry more than ever. She knew that it was coming to an end 
for her and Johnny. There may have been a few more years of clandestine 
visits left, but Jenny knew now that she could never go forward into life 
with Johnny the way she had planned. 

Later that day, after he'd been to see his brother and sister-in-law, Harry 
Weemens dropped in at Jenny's house. 

She felt really blue and didn't really want to talk, but Harry insisted. And 
he was the one who had made it possible for Johnny and her to be together 
for those wonderful two weeks. 

"What are you going to do now?" he asked. 

Jenny shrugged. 

"You can't go back, you know." 

"I know." 

"The boys'll go back to school with what you taught them and be the terrors 
of every menopausal girl there. They'll ... leave you." 

"I know," Jenny said with a sob. 

"There are always more young boys." Harry smiled. "And me!" 

"There aren't any other boys like Johnny," 

Jenny said. And she looked at Harry again. "Tell me, Harry," she said 
earnestly, "have you screwed a girl in the ass, yet?" 


THE END
