Her Little Grass-Cutter
by Carolyn Hunt
(RX-351)


FOREWORD 

Of all the dysfunctions, physical or psychic, with which man is plagued, 
none is so pernicious, so painful, or so hard to uproot as guilt. And this 
is not true only of twentieth century man, or of American-Gothic-Victorian 
man. By no means! 

The ancient powers of Voodoo, birthed in the darkness of an Africa 
immeasurably aged, are spiritually funded by guilt and its cankering swirl 
in the dark mind of black and white alike. 

The reeking worship of the Toltecs, when the living hearts were ripped from 
lush and naked maidens-this bloody gift to the Gods was to implore remission 
for community sins. 

And, far to the North, in the baleful light of the Aurora Borealis, the 
pre-Druidical zealots who alternated orgies in the six-month night with 
religious massacre to purge themselves of guilt in the eyes of their Gods, 
paid a sickening homage to the dread and cancerous mental erosion of 
frightened conscience. 

It is not by accident that men and women mistakenly connect sex with guilt. 
It was not the late Queen Victoria's sick mind which made sex a sin, and 
centered "immorality" in that narrow region between the thighs of men and 
women. 

Thus, according to Hruba and Croft ("Honor in Dishonor," The Lancet, 
October, 1959) the reaction against legal and moral tyranny, the so-called 
"sexual revolution," is the most encouraging sign of returning mental health 
the world has known in three centuries. 

And, whether phrased in dry legal terms, or in the esthetically shocking 
prose of the heroine whose courage illuminates this book, the right of 
people to enjoy the god-like pleasure given them by nature rises 
triumphantly above all condemnation. This is the theme of Miss Carolyn 
Hunt's novel. 

Regardless of the volume of laws, of society's hypocritical shackles, of 
clashing moralities, men and women prove every day that lust and love are 
paramount. 

But there is a deeper, sweeter purpose behind Miss Hunt's work. "Men pursue 
young girls, very young girls, for deeply hidden reasons. Not for a 
virginity. Contrary to the lecherous minds of the profanum vulgus, the 
common herd, a virginity is not that hard to find in a mature woman. They 
want pre-pubescent girls for other reasons. One, perhaps, is the dark 
pleasure of plundering a girlishly tender, unused vagina. Or for the joy in 
flouting legal and moral law. But mostly, I think, because very young girls 
are submissive, frightened, unable to defy male authority, to fight back." 

At this point, Miss Hunt smiled as all the men at the table nodded, with 
sober faces. 

"It's all right, gentlemen," she reassured us. "As long as women of mature 
age find equal sexual justice! To mold the nascent lives of young boys! I'm 
proud, honestly proud, to be one of the female writers prodding women into 
this lovely, rewarding practice. A boy is lucky to be given the joys of a 
woman's body as soon as he begins to develop into the first stages of coming 
manhood. How much more fortunate is the boy who is taken in hand, so to 
speak, by a sex-wise, fully grown women who seeks her own sexual completion 
as part of the joyful instruction she lays on the boy!" 

Decidedly, Miss Hunt says, this has nothing to do with any woman's 
liberation movement. 

"The women I admire would not waste a particle of energy or emotion in a rat 
race for equality," she smiles. "Who needs it? My own desire, like the 
purpose of the heroine of this book, is justice-the rights of women to 
desire, to seek, to possess and enjoy the bodies of strong, sweet, loving 
young boys. They are so eager to learn. And-it is such fun to teach them!" 

In a serious vein, Miss Hunt told our editorial conference that her real 
battle is for the freedom of women's minds. No amount of legislation, no 
amount of social pressure, neither attitudes or community values nor 
psychical threats have stopped men who routinely pursue young girls. And, 
compared to women in a similar scene, their sense of guilt is almost nil, 
the charming writer says. 

"If this book encourages one frustrated woman-one who is unwilling to 
subjugate herself to some unacceptable man just because he is sexually 
available-to seek the happier way of building a boy into a man, I will be 
content." 

We are pleased to aid Miss Hunt's crusade, and hope that she will soon have 
another book in the same strong and honest mold. 

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 newsstand 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 

Jane Murray waited quietly in the humid heat of the huge bedroom on the 
second floor of her house. In this part of Southern California it is seldom 
hot, even in mid-summer, but today was an exception. Even in this old house 
with its high ceilings, thick adobe walls, and heavy red-tile roof, the heat 
was oppressive, especially near the rear windows. 

Jane had not dressed after the cool shower she had enjoyed a few minutes 
before. In the shadows away from the windows, where she waited, her smoothly 
naked skin seemed to glow, to revel in the heat that struck in from the 
south. Her firm, deeply carved breasts swung their silken weight against her 
rib cage with each breath, and their native warmth was generating a thin, 
sweet film of woman-sweat. She smiled a private smile, shivering slightly at 
the pleasure of this constant contact between breasts and ribs. It was a 
luscious feeling of warmth. 

It was steaming hot by the windows, it was hot where the sun cast molten 
squares on her rich carpet, the satin coverlet was hot to the touch. But 
none of these represented the hottest spot in this room. No, indeed-for that 
spot was between Jane Murray's strong and beautiful thighs, a wet and 
throbbing vale of deep feeling, safely hidden under the thick, soft folds of 
her outer cuntlips which, modestly clothed in a thick pelt of curly blonde 
hair, protected the tender smoothness of her inner lips, now itching and 
swollen with her bursting heat. 

Her body was so taut with sexual desire that she could have soared into a 
gut-splitting cum just by one sharp rub of a wet finger on her distended 
clitoris, and little quakes of lust crept from her pussy if she moved her 
thighs, but she knew what she was waiting for, and she would not detract 
from it by any premature action. 

When the sound she was awaiting roared out in the heavy summer air, she 
sighed as if in relief, and her richly formed body seemed to flow toward the 
window at the rear. The sound was the high, metallic bark of a small motor, 
the high whine of a power mower screaming to sink its blade into the green 
mat of her lawn, and it seemed to be a happy signal, for the blonde woman's 
face lost part of its look of strain. 

At the big window, looking down into her big, old-fashioned garden, her 
expectant look grew fierce and tender as she saw what she had hoped to see 
with every hungering nerve of her lush body. 

The brassy voice of the small motor had dropped to a throaty idle. It was 
behind a hedge, hidden from the downstairs. A small, well-built boy was 
hanging on to the mower's steering bar with one hand; with the other, he had 
fished his hard young cock out of his tattered surfer trunks. Fondly, 
skillfully, with a concentration that showed his desire for the exploding 
pleasure of cumming, and a deliberation that testified to a hedonist's care 
to prolong his joy, he slowly pulled the wrinkled foreskin back off the 
slick and shiny-red cockhead. He closed his eyes in gusto, smiling almost 
painfully. 

Jane almost choked with a rush of lust, with a compulsion to shriek at him 
to stop it. She seemed to be able to smell, even at this distance, the 
throat-clogging rankness that a hot day had created under that soft covering 
of veined skin. Her lips and tongue ached with a quick tightening. She 
turned away, her face in a tight grin, snatching up a wrap so light that it 
was no more than a shadow over the swelling, earthy beauties of her body. 

She went swiftly down the wide stairway into the spacious hall, and turned 
toward the rear of the house, to a jalousied sun room on the corner. 

She listened briefly. The motor would rise to a staccato scream, sputter as 
if it were cutting into thick grass, and then roll down to its quieter cough 
of idling. Jane smiled. The little con man! If she really was at home-which 
he could not know, since he had hustled her for yard work this morning and 
she told him to return at two o'clock-she would think he was busy. She was 
not angry at his ruse; she was happy to find this flaw in him. It made what 
she had to do all the more fun. And, actually, much safer. A kid who tried 
to outsmart authority, feared authority. She was his employer, hence, she 
was authority. 

She looked around the sun room, one part of her mind seething with the 
pictures she fantasized, the other picking the best spot for her scene, and 
decided on the wide couch. After all, it was a bed, and she would be dealing 
with a small boy. To him, a bed and a naked, or almost naked, woman had one 
connotation. All she hoped was, and she hoped it with an intensity that gave 
her a sickening contraction deep inside her ravening, juice-dripping cunt, 
that the shock of what he was about to see would not destroy that boyish 
hard-on. He might be a small boy-she guessed that he was no more than 
twelve-but his cock was unexpectedly large. And, to her sex-fevered mind, 
beautiful beyond description. 

Like a skilled actress ready to make an entrance on-stage, she looked around 
her, stilled her breathing, then stepped to the opened sliding door and 
cried in a loud, harsh voice: "Help me! Oh, God! Someone! Help me!" 

Her property, bought by her father years before she was born, was almost as 
large as a city block, so she had no fear that a nosey neighbor would hear 
and answer. To her gut-wrenching pleasure, the sound of the motor stopped 
dead. 

Once more she cried: "Help me!" this time in a weaker tone, and then let her 
body go limp, sliding down the frame of the door so that the boy would have 
to move her, have to help her get up and on the broad, low couch. 

She had decided not to go into her fake faint until the lad was thoroughly 
hooked, so she was able to enjoy the look on his face as he charged around 
the hedge's corner, a tell-tale lump showing in the crotch of his trunks. He 
was startled but not panicky, looking amazingly in charge of himself, 
amazingly competent, in contrast to his small size and years. 

He ran directly to her, kneeling just outside the sliding screen, and she 
murmured: "Please, Benjamin! Help me up!" 

She let her head fall to one side as he pushed the screen aside, and heard 
him gasp, a sound of animal heat. Very well, with the screen gone, with his 
eyes adjusting to the shade, he saw her body. 

She was sitting on her left hip; her right leg was bent and pushed back. She 
could feel the heated air on the inner surfaces of her cunt, and she was so 
hot that it was like a chill. She was satisfied; she knew that he had seen 
the division of those full, hairy lips, had seen the pinkness of her labia 
with highlights supplied by the flow of girl-juice from her vagina. 

She knew it because he could not stand to look just there any more, and she 
saw the shock in his boyish face as she moved her shoulders so that the 
flimsy peignoir fell off one shoulder to display her remarkable breasts. She 
acted quickly. 

"Please, Benjie," she whispered hoarsely, "help me stand up; help me onto 
the couch!" 

Without seeing his look of sudden, desperate desire, but sensing it, she 
leaned close to him as he tried, clumsily, to get his hands under her arms 
without seeming to feel her breasts. 

Good boy! she thought. You little devil, you know that tits have a meaning 
of their own! 

Concealing the fact that her own efforts were creating most of the lift, she 
stood up, putting a good deal of weight on him so that his bare and hairless 
chest, hot from the sun, could rest against the satin voluptuousness of her 
breasts. It almost made her cum, and she was not faking the trembling in her 
voice as she croaked: "Help me lie down. Oh, Benjie, you mustn't leave me!" 

"Course not, Miz Murray," he said, and his voice was like a man's. "What's 
the matter?" 

For just a moment, she almost laughed. It was so pat, the question. 

"It's this heat," she said in a quavering voice. "It hits me like this 
sometimes. I feel as if I'm going to die. It's so-so-oh, God, Benjie!" she 
said brokenly. "I may faint. If I do, don't worry. I'll be unconscious for a 
while, but I'll be-all right." 

"Should I get a doctor?" the tough-looking child with the man's cock asked, 
and it was obvious that he hoped she'd say no. 

Jane almost hugged him then and there, he was so much exactly what she had 
hoped. 

"Oh, my, no!" she whispered, sinking back and closing her eyes. She knew 
that the transparent robe was wide open, and she fumblingly moved her hands 
in a lying gesture of modesty. She opened her eyes to see the animal avidity 
in his expression as he stared boldly down at her open and drooling split. 
How she was going to keep from screaming, from going up the wall as soon as 
he touched her, she didn't know. It would have to be a part of her act. 

Then she had an inspiration. 

"No-doctor," she whispered very low. "Not needed! I be like-deep sleep. Bad 
dreams, too!" She opened her eyes and stared around in simulated fright. "If 
I cry out, or thrash about, promise you won't be frightened. Promise?" She 
dared to let her hand trail down across her belly onto his hard young thigh, 
letting her soft fingers glide down into his crotch. "Lemme-sleep," she 
whispered. "Don't be-'fraid." 

She seemed to let herself go, then, exhaling a deep sigh, relaxing her legs 
so that her right thigh swung away, opening her cunt. She was not afraid to 
open her eyes slightly, since she was certain that he would not be 
concentrating on her face. 

To her great joy, the boy was standing by the couch, pushing the loose 
trunks down over his narrow hips. He really digs sex, she thought with deep 
pleasure. Wonder if he'll peel this fakey robe off me? 

Apparently the miniature man beside her needed no extra fillip to his 
senses, but what he did was so amazing that, in spite of herself, Jane could 
not control a paroxysm of agonized pleasure at the contact-for the boy, with 
no hesitation, had dropped between her thighs and sucked at her open pussy 
with such fantastic acuity that he covered her bursting clit and her 
blood-gorged inner lips with the vacuuming power of a crazed machine. 

A fire rose in her loins, a fire of exploding energy that seemed to tear her 
belly apart with sickening pleasure, brought to a height of exquisite pain 
as a gigantic orgasm throbbed and beat throughout her cuntal area. Her 
clitoris seemed to grow to twice its size, to shake and shatter itself into 
throb after mounting throb, until she had to scream out her joy, and the 
searing wave of concentrated pleasure rolled all through her body, so that 
she seemed wrapped in a blessed heat that was almost too much to bear. 

As some consciousness returned after the momentary surge of cum-madness, a 
subliminal needle of thought flashed in her mind-the fear that she would 
have thrown the man-child into flight. But he was like a dog fascinated with 
the smell and taste of a bitch in heat, his mind closed to every 
consideration that did not include that swollen rosette of streaming, 
reeking, blood-filled membrane, or that spasming hole which alternately 
opened and closed to discharge a clear rill of cunt-nectar, which the boy 
was eagerly lapping up. 

Jane's breasts, their size vastly increased by the spreading energy of her 
resounding cum, felt like balloons blown to the point of danger, and she 
moaned in pain and ecstasy as her hands, seemingly acting without her 
direction, pressed down on them with the ferocious drive for more pleasure, 
the long nipples now hard, their deep-grained surfaces as red as her blood 
could make them. A sudden desire rose in her throat, a part of the sex-mania 
which had had her in its grip for all the hours she had awaited this 
meeting, and she abandoned any further thought of deceit. 

Her body, streaming sweat in the heat of the room, which only reflected the 
inner flow of heat from stoked-up fires in the dark of her womb, seemed to 
envelop the slight figure of the boy as she rose to take him in her arms. 

"Wait! Hey! Miz Murray!" he cried, a sudden awareness of consequences 
shaking him, but his hard cock made its own demands on him that overrode his 
conscience and his sense of guilt, and he let himself be drawn on to the 
couch. His inexperience, his boyishness, his embarrassment in the adult 
presence made him close his eyes and lie quietly, but he arched his back, 
raising his skinny loins in humble, mute invitation. Jane felt the sting of 
unaccustomed tears as she poised, open-mouthed, above that jerking, 
throbbing, boy-man cock, and her mouth filled with drool so that she had to 
swallow convulsively. 

There was a thick, rank aroma rising to her distended nostrils, the sharp, 
skunky smell of sweated crotch and asshole, the incredibly inviting perfume 
of cock-scented cheese from the moist, hot underside of the child's 
pulled-back foreskin. 

She could wait no longer; she went down hard on the trembling rod of 
palpitating muscle, gripping the little boy's buttocks so that she could 
plunge her face down with all the force of her powerful neck muscles. She 
felt the cushiony tip of his organ slide past her tonsils and into her 
throat, gratitude welling in her at the rich taste, the gamy flavor, the 
crowding push of his cock as she screwed her face deep into his modest bush 
of dark pubic hair. 

There was a fierce demand rising again in the flowing heat of her pussy, and 
she moaned in anguished heat, wishing she had taken time to talk to him for 
just a moment, to move her body to his face and that unbelievably wise mouth 
of his, to instruct him, to order him, to beg him, to suck her while she 
sucked him. 

Squeezing her lips down on his young, barely pumping organ, lashing her long 
tongue around it as much for her pleasure as for his, she tracked her 
fingers deep into the crack of his ass, feeling them slip in the viscosity 
of her own spit and his delicious sweat, stabbing at his shrinking anus. The 
glow in her cunt was now getting away from her, blazing up into another 
hoarded, babbling caldron of cum-power, and she could have screamed with the 
need for release. 

She humped her way somehow to his head, still sucking at him as if she would 
draw his small, manly young body all the way into her hungrily yearning 
mouth. It took an effort of the will not to chew on the sweetly moving cock, 
her jaws ached with the power of mind needed to hold her back from literally 
eating him. 

Disappointingly, he was so concentrated on his own sweeping pre-cum storm 
that his eyes were closed, and he was unaware of the flowing, weeping cunt 
that craved his tongue so deeply. Indeed, he was in a world far removed, his 
entire body and mind trembling on an eyrie high in the skies of emotion, 
poised for the wave of cum-fire that would toss him into flashing light, 
into a new dimension of pleasure. 

And now, her own mind lost in the red haze of sex madness, only dimly aware 
that Benjamin was rolling his head blindly from side to side, Jane flung her 
left thigh across his face, hammering her widely opened cunt down on his 
slick forehead, feeling the new burst of wild orgasm split her again. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"AAAaaarrrggghhh!" It was a choked scream torn from her throat as the wild 
tide of feeling beat in her lower body. The cock in her mouth had seemed to 
swell, and the long-restrained whirlpool of jism, forced at last by 
desperate need from those crammed balls that were drawn so tightly against 
the rounded bar of fuck-muscle, sprayed its slick heat in her straining 
throat. 

"Oh, God, Miz Murray, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" The boy, too, was 
screaming, his breath coming hot against her squirming belly, and she 
hunched to bring her convulsing, suffering hole to that bellowing mouth. As 
the vibrations of his happy wail touched the supersensitive area between the 
furred outer lips, she leaped in a burst of blind joy, feeling the quivering 
ecstasy in her cunt multiplied by the powerful jerks as the boy's semen 
jetted warmly into her throat. Each time she went down until her swallowing 
throat muscles fiercely stroked his tender cockhead, she felt a new throb 
begin, and pulled up so that the slick, saline cum-wad could wash over her 
taste buds, spread its rankly subtle perfumes to her alert olfactory nerves. 

Smell, taste, feel, sight, hearing-yes, even hearing involved in this litany 
of lust, for her broken sobs, her screams of fulfillment, and the boy's 
animal groans as she sucked him temporarily dry were all a meaningful part 
of the experience for her. She was so deeply committed to her own passion 
and its satiation, so thoroughly given to the ramming, shuddering violence 
of orgasm, that she could not let the boy's hard-muscled young body go, even 
after his cock had become limp and small and sweet, even after her own 
pussy, so puffed and swollen with cumming, had lost its tumultuous 
sensitivity. She was conscious that Benjie was trying to get free, so she 
rolled to her side, freeing his face, but she kept his legs apart, her cheek 
resting on the inner part of his left thigh while she pulled the other leg 
up on her right shoulder. 

The position opened his buttocks, and she could see the accumulation of 
sweat gathered on his almost hairless crotch. His male scent, far more 
delicate than a grown man's, was still positive and sharp enough to make her 
almost swoon with sick passion. Drained as she was for the moment, she 
nevertheless felt a deep, eternal tongue of flame around her womb, in the 
deep night of her richly used vagina. Her first volley had been fired, but 
there was an ache in that blind, hot sheath of muscle, a trembling of desire 
deep in her cunt, that could never be satisfied by any clitoral orgasm. 

Her inner woman had writhed and wrestled with nothing as her sex-gun had 
fired and fired and fired. It felt good, its raw nerve ends still tingled 
with the wet-dream rage of a long-lasting cum-two, in fact-but the hidden 
areas around her cervix, the pockets of slick mucous membrane where her 
juice gathered to spew out under suction, all cried to be stretched and 
probed and stroked by hard cock-meat, and to be kissed and smeared and 
drowned with jism. In a burst of heat, she sucked hard at the boy's balls, 
loving the sweat, the few drops of his cum that had escaped her loving 
mouth. 

She was regaining her composure, and now she freed herself so that she could 
turn and look at the youngster, not knowing what his reaction might be, now 
that he had swept in fury over the high peak of his first major experience 
with a mature woman. If it had been his first. In speed-of-light flashes of 
conscious thought, Jane wondered at his boldness in going right for her 
cunt. 

"Benjie," she said tentatively, her voice flat. "Benjie, are you back in 
this world?" 

Then, seeing again how small he was, how young he seemed, her heart smote 
her, and she gathered him against her firm breasts, feeling his immature 
body to be hardly more than an infant she might have been caring for. 

"Was it all right?" she whispered. "Was it fun for you? You know, Benjie, I 
lied to you. I didn't faint. I wanted you to-" she felt she must be careful 
with her words, not knowing what trauma might have been caused in this 
youngster. My God, she thought, he may not even be twelve yet. 

"I wanted you to-do what you did," she whispered. "Or anything else you 
wanted to do. You understand?" 

His voice surprised her, it was so grown up, so matter-of-fact. "Yes, ma'am, 
Miz Murray." He giggled. "I never did it before, not like this, I mean. But 
it was-wonderful!" 

He ducked his head blindly down to her breasts, and his small ears were very 
red. Jane began to feel more in charge of the situation. 

"You're a naughty boy, Benjie," she whispered throatily, enjoying the feel 
of his face against her breasts, the rasp of his shock of dark hair. "You 
were behind the hedge, playing with your, er, what do you call it, Benjie, 
when you talk about it?" 

He inched down so that his lips touched a hard nipple. She tensed, her heart 
beating rapidly at the thought of him sucking her tit. 

"Cock," he said in a low voice. "Prick. What do you call it?" 

She reached a bold hand between his legs, the movement flattening her 
breast, pushing it closer against his face. She rubbed gently in the sweated 
ring of hair on his pubis. Her fingers touched the soft, still wet lump, 
and, with a deep surge of joy, she realized it had picked up just the least 
little bit in size. She thumbed gently at the tip, and, sure enough, here 
came the soft head, peeping out as she blindly rolled back his foreskin. 

"I call it wonderful," she whispered. A shudder racked her body, and he 
started in alarm. "What's wrong?" he asked. 

"You know, when you shoot that wonderful stuff out of this wonderful big 
thing," she said, her voice unexpectedly girlish, "what do you call that? 
I'm sorry to appear so ignorant," she said, inwardly chuckling at her loving 
fakery, knowing she only wanted to hear every possible lustful word in this 
boy's sexual vocabulary. She fondled his swelling young cock with the utmost 
gentleness, her thumb feeling the moisture on the wrinkled under portion of 
his thick, soft foreskin. 

"Ho!" the boy said unexpectedly. "It's not big, and you know it. My friend 
Chuck-Chuck Knowles, maybe you know him, his dad's the hardware man-his is 
twice as big! And he can shoot twice as far and three times as much." He 
thrust his aroused body toward her hand, where the rising good feeling in 
his cock was beginning to awaken his heat. She formed a ring with her thumb 
and fingers, making a yielding nest of her soft palm, a sort of dry cunt, 
filled with a secret dream of another boy like this, but with a cock "twice 
as big," able to "shoot twice as far and three times as much." 

She doubted it was true. 

"I think it's lovely to have a big friend like Chuck," Jane whispered into 
Benjie's helmet of hair-how clean it smells, she thought, "but I don't 
believe he's any bigger." She laughed in a conspiratorial way. "Come on, 
Benjie, he must be a lot older than you are. Even then, I'll bet he's no 
bigger. Hey, look!" she said in mock surprise, "You're getting bigger, too! 
How quick!" But she didn't let him go, holding him against the pneumatic 
warmth of her breasts, feeling their nipples tingle with an electric need. 
She bent her head and kissed him fiercely alongside his neck, then ran her 
tongue into his ear, tasting the sharp and acrid flavor of sweat, wax, and 
rubbed flesh. "You know what I was saying? When I asked what you call it 
when you shoot that good stuff? I'll bet I know. You say 'cum,' don't you? 
Is that what you and Chuck call it?" 

The boy's voice seemed more grown up, he felt more at ease, now what he 
could correct her, add to her knowledge. "We call it lots of things," he 
said offhandedly. "Cumming, shooting our wad, getting our nuts off, getting 
our rocks off, blowing our load, basting a-oh-oh, can't say that!" 

She shook him, strangling a laugh. "Can't say what? Why not? Think of what 
we just did. You sucked my-you were going to say 'basting a cunt,' weren't 
you? Go on, say it!" 

He stiffened a bit, then laughed. "Okay, a cunt. 

Jesus, Miz Murray, I never said anything like that before a lady!" 

"It's all right, Benjie," the lady said. "What I was going to say-you asked 
why I jumped a while ago, right? So now I can tell you, now that we're using 
words," she said. "You know what I mean by 'words,' those certain words, 
right?" She felt for her breast, taking the nipple between her thumb and 
fingers, and out it to his mouth. "Open wide," she said. "There," putting 
the nipple into his mouth. "Suck! Oooohhh! Great God above us, Benjie! 
Ohhhhh GGGGoddddd! Suck!" 

She began to pump her loins back and forth as the cum-quake rose in her, 
scaring the boy so he dropped the tit out of his mouth and pulled away. She 
let the feeling have its way, then die. 

"A minute ago," she whispered, "I felt a little-bitty cum start up in my 
cunt. Just from feeling of your cock," she said. "Just from holding it, 
feeling it get bigger. And just now, from having you suck on my breast." 

She turned on her back, letting her drawn up knees fall apart. It felt so 
good, the sensation of her cuntlips popping open with a little sighing pop, 
a sound of kissing. His cock, now, was truly hard. How long had it been 
since he had cum? Surely only a few minutes. She remembered a question 
unanswered. 

"How old is Chuck?" 

"Well, he's not older'n me, Miz Murray. Not really. Just six months. He's 
thirteen and a half, and I'm thirteen." 

"That's just beautiful, Benjie," Jane said low. "A beautiful age. How long 
have you been cumming? Six months? And you do have a big cock, you know. 
Very big, I should say, for a boy of thirteen." 

"Naw, Miz Murray. I could cum when I was under twelve. Two months before I 
was twelve. Chuck could shoot it when he was eleven. Man, does he know how 
to get it off!" 

Jane thought of how the boy had looked, so fierce and so intent as he 
stroked his cock behind the hedge. She held onto his hardening tool. "You 
saw that magazine in the tool shed, didn't you?" she asked. "That's what got 
you so turned on, wasn't it?" 

Benjie tensed. "Maybe so," he said. Then he laughed. "Yes, I saw it," he 
said. "Whew! I never saw a book like that! Even Chuck never saw one like 
that, and his dad has some pretty hot ones down at the store. But not of men 
and women doing all those things!" 

"Doing what things, Benjie?" Jane asked. She was rubbing the skin up and 
down the hard column of his cock. If Chuck has a cock twice this big, she 
mused, I'd like to sell tickets to it. No I wouldn't. Vd like to have both 
of these kids. Both! 

Once more the young boy hedged. "Oh, all those different things," he said. 

She gave his cock a painful tweak. "Cut it out, Benjie," she said and 
laughed. "And listen, considering that I sucked your cock, and you sucked my 
cunt, and I swallowed your cum when you blew your load-you know, all those 
things we did and said, why can't you just come right out and say what you 
mean? What things, Benjie?" 

He turned toward her, his deep blue eyes big and questioning. 

"I can't believe this, Miz Murray." He giggled nervously. "I told you I 
never said anything like these words to a grown-up lady. What things? 
Fucking, Miz Murray. Fucking and sucking. Fucking in women's asses. Two men 
fucking a woman at once, in the cunt and in the ass. Oooooh! Jesus, Miz 
Murray, it's making me hot all over again!" 

She remembered something else; she wanted to bring it up. Something about 
Chuck shooting three times as much jism. It just couldn't be. This boy, 
barely teen-aged, had seemed to fill her mouth time and again, a big spray 
of it with each throb. And how many of those jets? Six? Seven? Maybe ten? A 
big lot of cum for a thirteen-year-old kid. 

"You've been able to cum for over a year. How many times do you do it in a 
week?" And another thought. "How does Chuck get it off? And how about you? 
You don't jerk off all the time, do you?" 

He was suddenly angry, coolly angry. "Don't talk like that," he said 
sharply. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't. Maybe we've got a lot of different 
ways." 

She hugged him quickly, leaping as his hard prick punched into her bare 
belly. "Oh, Benjie," she whispered, really sorry, "I wouldn't offend you for 
the world! Believe me! And there's nothing wrong with masturbating. Jerking 
off, I mean. Golly, look at me-when I get hot, when I really need a fuck, a 
cum, I use anything handy. Honest I do! You ought to see me with a plastic 
lotion bottle stuck in my big old cunt!" She stroked his cock gently, 
feeling a deep movement of hungrily expectant muscle caressing her in the 
slippery tightness of her vagina. 

He laughed. "Oh, that's okay, Miz Murray. I shouldn't've blown up like that. 
I guess I could cum five times a day if I wanted to." He sounded very proud, 
very much the small boy, showing off. Or very much the insecure man, 
bragging a bit. He turned and, for the first time, boldly fingered her cunt, 
his body moving as he felt the hot slickness as two of his fingers shot into 
her. His voice sounded just a bit hoarse as he said: "God, Miz Murray, your 
cunt's not big, at all! It's tighter'n-" and he paused, blushing furiously. 

Delighted with this almost blown secret that she knew she would learn some 
day soon, Jane said: "Oh, thank you, Benjie! That's so nice to hear. Because 
really, I'm awfully old. As compared to you and Chuck, I mean, and your girl 
friends. Really old! Ooooh, rub real gently, real slow. Farther down. Now, 
sort of side to side in those kind-of lips. OHHHHH!" she screamed. "Harder! 

Deep! Go into my cunt! OHHH MY GOD! I'm cummmmiiinnngggg! Ohhhh!" 

She continued to tremble as the boy looked at her in awed silence. 

"You really blow your nuts, don't you, Miz Murray?" he asked. "Do you always 
holler like that?" A thought struck him, and he giggled. "How many times do 
you do it in a week? And how do you get it off? I'll bet you don't jerk off 
all the time, do you?" 

She put her hand down between his hard muscled thighs, on his balls, really 
big for a boy. She was amazed, just a bit frightened. She had been hot, hot 
as a mink, otherwise she might not have dared seducing this kid, but to be 
this hot? And to be so high on sex, cumming-how many times? Three or four, 
certainly, and still poised on the brink, ready to dive over again into the 
dark, warm sea of yeasting orgasm. Oh, Jesus, the taste of that unwashed 
cock! 

"Kiss me, Benjie," she whispered. "Did you ever do that with 'a grown-up 
lady?' Did you ever suck tongues? Here, give me your cock. No, move your 
hand, I want you to drive this hard thing into me. Into my cunt. Right 
there, baby, right there," she panted, nearly out of her mind with the throb 
of blood in her clitoris, placing the head of-by God, it was big!-his penis 
just at her violently wriggling fuck opening. His eyes were closed. They 
were the color of dark blue morning glories, she thought hazily. His hips 
were moving in lust. Very good, for a kid. His mouth opened, his breath 
coming out to her hot and sweet. The deep muscles in her belly began to roll 
in a way that scared her, and she felt a shocking contraction somewhere deep 
inside her, in her womb, perhaps. 

Her mouth closed over his with a finality that turned off the world just as 
it turned on every nerve in her, and when he boldly thrust his tongue into 
her mouth, and, with her guidance, drove his prick deep into her, sawing 
violently against the upper rim of her vaginal entry, going shudderingly, 
massively, almost hurtfully into her, torching a thundering series of 
cum-pains that burned all around her cunt, along her thighs, inside her 
rectum, she lost all sense of reality, giving herself wolfishly to the hard 
beat that rolled in beautiful agony throughout her body. 

Her cries went into his open mouth, and his deeptoned oaths of cum-happiness 
went to hers. 

"Ohhhmmmm! Ohhhhmm!" she moaned around his tongue. What she wanted to cry 
was: "Oh, Jesus, my lover, fuck me! Fuck me!" 

She wanted to use every word she knew, every word of lust and love. Her cunt 
prayed for her, spoke for her, ran its loving muscles over every pore in the 
skin of his organ, lapping, licking, kissing, loving, sucking, as he drove 
into her, pounding his boyish mound against the thick, protective lips over 
her wriggling, exploding clitoris. 

She was crazy with the belief that she would die, die happy, in this fuck; 
crazy with the feeling that Benjie's cock, actually not as big as it might 
have been, was splitting her, rupturing the strong, thin walls of muscle and 
mucous membrane, shooting his cum not only all over her womb's entry, but 
lashing out into her bowels as well. 

With a wild and involuntary movement, she clutched her breasts up with her 
elbows, pushed their aching softness between her chest and his, squeezing 
them until she felt they might burst of their fullness, and felt her cunt 
begin to milk the seed out of his cock, wishing the seed were being planted 
in her throat, that she had his cock in her from cunt to mouth. 

She heard his thin, triumphant yell: "Chuck! Look at me! I'm fucking! Miz 
Murray! Fuck it!" And then, as she momentarily went into a hot film of black 
and beloved unconsciousness, his amazing words: "Oh, Mom, let me! Let me! 
Let me!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When she came out of it, feeling only a deep, warm sort of inner pleasure 
from her navel to her buttocks, Jane lay still. Her eyes were closed, but 
she sensed that she was alone on the couch, and something deep in her 
shouted angrily against this injustice. 

She heard the soft murmur of bare feet on the sun room's rug, and the bed 
moved slightly. It did not frighten her; she had never felt more secure in 
her life. 

Even when a wet, cold cloth touched her face, and was gently moved down, 
over each closed eye, all over her face, she still remained motionless, 
although she longed to reach out for that small, strong, sweet body, so 
boyish, yet containing such a plenty of manhood's greatest gifts-joy of 
life, courage of sex, the guts to plunge into new experiences. 

She changed the tempo of her breathing, smiled with closed eyes, and made 
small sounds, so that Benjie wouldn't be startled by her return to life. 

He withdrew the cloth, and now she opened her eyes, smiling up at him, 
touched to see the streaks of tears on his tanned cheeks. 

"Benjie, my dear," she whispered, holding her arms up to him. "Come here. 
Kiss me." 

She held him lightly, letting him take his time about putting his tongue 
into her mouth. In the heat of lust, any man-creature would be bold; in the 
reaction of two powerful orgasms, even' a grown man might cool off. So she 
kissed gently, barely moving her lips, holding her teeth open and her tongue 
ready, until at last, shy as a young virgin, he slipped the velvet softness 
of his tongue into where she could suck at it easily, and she felt his taut 
muscles relax. 

She took one of his hands and quietly moved it to the lower part of her 
belly, just above the limits of her pubic hair. Softly, anxious not to 
disturb him as he came back from whatever hell he had been in, she drew her 
feet back toward her, her knees coming up, keeping her thighs together, 
knowing that the fat, hairy lips of her cunt would protrude out, pouting, 
leaking the cuntful of cum she had felt shoot into her just before she 
passed out. It was a lovely feeling at any time, and all the more, now, 
since she had someone she knew would love to see it. 

When she sensed that the kiss, if carried any further, would become 
meaningless, she pulled his head away from her face and held his cheeks 
between her hands, staring into his blue eyes, smiling. 

"Benjie, you fucked me into a cum-fit," she said, shaking his sweet, serious 
face. "That was so marvelous! Were you worried?" 

"No, ma'am," he lied valiantly. "Not me." He rubbed the back of his hard 
little hand across his eyes. "When I went to get some cold water, I barked 
my shin on that little ladder by your fridge. It hurt, so, I got some tears 
in my eyes. But listen, hey, you're all right. I'll go get after that lawn." 

She saw that he had again slipped into the worn trunks, and her heart turned 
over at the troubled look on his face. But she judged that there was 
something in him that she had to respect. 

"All right," she said softly. She released him, and he did not stand up but 
continued as he had been, kneeling beside her, embarrassment plain on his 
young face. 

With a grin, Jane reached down and felt. Just as had guessed, his young cock 
was hard again. 

"Benjie," she said admiringly, "you weren't lying. I'll bet you could shoot 
that stuff into a girl five times a day. Now, you want to see something 
interesting? Take a look!" 

She pushed at his shoulder, and a quick, bright grin came back to make him 
seem as beautiful and babyish as ever, the old man look swept away. He got 
his head down on the bed, on his right cheek, his eyes opening wider as he 
saw the ripe, richly ornamented redness of her pursed cunt. He moved 
slightly, and she saw his right arm move up on the bed as his lips drew 
tight to hold in his breath, and his face tightened. Then he closed his 
eyes, shook his head, and got up, bending over to ease the pressure on his 
cock. 

She sat up and drew him to her, putting her face against his chest, ready to 
cry at some need strange to her. 

"Go on and mow the lawn," she said. "Don't kill yourself with it, and come 
back in as soon as you get tired. I'll get some clothes on and make us some 
lemonade. Okay?" 

He patted her head, and she sensed his pride in all that had happened. By 
God, her mind rapped, the church and the state would both burn me at the 
stake, but this little boy is now a little man. And God, I did it, with your 
help. Thank you, Father! 

She was magnificently unconscious of any blasphemy at her pagan prayer. She 
had a very firm idea that the God who had made her as she was, and 
Benjie-type boys as they were, had intended all along that they should use 
their intricately formed, divinely pleasurable sex organs as much as humanly 
possible, in any way that was fun-happy and fuck-wild. 

She passed a big mirror in the dark hall and grinned impishly at herself. 
"Dirty old woman," she hissed, and hugged at her boobs, still swollen and 
tingly from wallowing in sex. 

She was properly pleased with what she saw. In this light, she judged, she 
looked nineteen or twenty, sixteen or seventeen years shy of her real age. 
If she had been able to forget her natural humility, she might have admitted 
that she looked incredibly young in any light. 

She leaned her smoothly rounded belly against the working surface next to 
the sink, reaching for the bowl of fresh lemons from her own trees. The 
noise of the motor was already shredding the quiet heat under her elm trees 
and she watched Benjamin as he came into view behind the heavy mower, 
turned, and disappeared behind the hedge. Jane grinned again, looking 
younger than ever. "He won't be jerking off behind that hedge again today," 
she said aloud, and stood in a helpless, mild frenzy for a moment as the 
racing pictures in her mind blew a blast of cum-heat into her well worked 
slit. "I don't believe it," she said delightedly. "I simply don't believe 
it!" 

When the big pitcher of lemonade was done, and she had pulled on a pair of 
shorts so soft and fine that the vertical line of her cunt showed in sweet 
intaglio, she walked out and shook her head at a sweating Benjie, who 
grinned at her and cut off the motor. 

They sat in the shade of a big tree, with the boy drinking lemonade and 
eating the cookies Jane had brought out as if he were famished. Since Jane 
had left her breasts bare, she looked away quite often, feeling that Benjie 
might be shy of staring at them unless she seemed unaware. As soon as he put 
his lemonade glass down and heaved a sigh, she turned to him, smiling. 

"Done enough for one day?" she asked. 

"Oh, no, Miz Murray," he said quickly. "Just an hour. Maybe not an hour. I 
need more than that." 

Something clicked in her mind. 

"Did you have an early lunch?" she asked. 

He took so long to answer, and had such a look of trouble on his face that 
she knew she had asked the right question, even if it had seemed utterly 
irrelevant. She arose in one easy motion. 

"Come in the house," she said. "Right now!" But she smiled. 

Despite his protests, she made him eat a thick slice of roast beef on a 
roll, a bowl of thick soup which she heated on her big stove, and poured him 
two glasses of milk. 

"Honest, Miz Murray, I'm not hungry," he said. "My Mom works, and I get my 
own lunch." 

"And you came around here this morning and I told you, after I said you 
could mow my lawn, to come back this afternoon." She shook her head. "I'll 
bet you didn't even go home at noon. How far is it?" She remembered his 
rattletrap old bike. He could have ridden. 

"I live on Gates Hill," he said. 

It was a poor part of town, the poorest, maybe, and a long way from this 
old, solid, prosperous part of Sonar Beach. And the boy had said, speaking 
of work, "I need more than that," meaning more than one hour's work. 

She backed away from the subject, her mind racing. She decided to take the 
bull by the horns. 

"Okay," she said, "let's let the sun dry out the back yard for a while-I 
watered most of it earlier. I've got some work you can help me with, 
upstairs." 

When they went into her bedroom, she flung out her arms, said "Good Lord, 
it's hot up here!" and grinned at him. Doubtfully, he grinned back. 

"The work I want you to do is pretty hard, Benjie," Jane said. "I don't know 
about you, but I'm going to take off these heavy shorts. And if you'll come 
over here by the bed, I'll take those trunks off of you." 

His face was a study in frustration, but he did as she had ordered, letting 
out an audible breath as she patted his cock. 

"Listen to me, Benjamin Dale," she said earnestly. "I've just decided 
something. I need company worse than I need my grass mowed. I'm just a 
lonely old widow, see? I need someone to talk to, to play with me. And the 
pay is just the same-two dollars an hour. Is that okay?" 

Something had happened to his hard-on as he drank the lemonade, but now, 
standing with his naked body so near to hers, in this heat which seemed to 
lift them both rather than to enervate, it began to resurrect. And his body 
seemed to expand. 

"Gee, Miz Murray, d'you mean that? I never got two bucks an hour before. A 
buck-fifty is about tops around here. It doesn't seem right. And 'specially 
when I, uh, well, don't do anything." 

She took hold of his swelling organ, sucked on its plum-like head for a few 
seconds, and looked up at him, her eyes dancing. 

"What makes you think you aren't going to do anything, Benjie?" she asked. 

He protested that his feet were dirty, but she drew him down on to the satin 
spread. 

"If you think I'm going to let you shower away that good taste, you're 
crazy," she said, leaning on top of him, kissing him, going boldly after his 
tongue now that she felt no more ice remained to be broken. 

He was just a bit hesitant about the use of his hands, but she sat up, 
kneeling with thighs spread, and took his two hands. One, she pressed 
against the closed lips of her pussy, the other into the crack of her ass, 
all the while smiling down at him. She jumped astride him and took his cock, 
now hard as ever, and stuck it into her leaking hole, then back to press 
against the closed rim of her anus, pushing at him suggestively. She then 
pressed his hands into her armpits, clamped them on her breasts, watching 
his face. 

"See," she said, "nothing's off limits to you, Benjie. And don't forget it. 
Now, is everything all right?" 

For just a breath of time, she was afraid it might all be too much for him, 
young as he was, but he began to laugh and reached to take one of her long, 
full, firm breasts, so smooth and warm, with its light blue tracery of veins 
in its milky whiteness. He raised his head toward its swelling nipple, and 
Jane leaned down so that he could suck it into his mouth. 

Many years before, when her breasts were first attaining sensitivity as well 
as woman's size, she had been allowed to take care of a relative's child, an 
infant girl. She had often seen the baby at its mother's breast, and was 
curious about the entire thing-but mostly, how it felt. 

Thus, no sooner was she alone with the baby than she tugged up her sweater 
and the childish bra which vainly tried to restrain her burgeoning young 
tits, and gave her youthful nipple to the blindly seeking mouth. It was 
unbelievable. For the first moments, as she felt the powerful suction, she 
thought the child would literally suck the entire breast down its throat. 
Then, miraculously, a feeling of incredible pleasure burned in her breast 
and down through her belly as if on live wires, to light a corresponding 
flame in her pussy, also beginning to swell and mature. 

It certainly was not her first masturbation, and certainly not her first 
orgasm, but it was the most memorable since it involved so much more than 
just the nervous, sharply titillating contact with her clit. In fact, as she 
let the infant suck on and on, she simply lay there with her fingers barely 
touching her cunt, enjoying the slow, successive waves of cumming roll over 
her, needing only the touch of her finger on her little bud to bring on 
another. 

Afterward, to confirm the unbelievable power of that tiny red mouth, she had 
put two fingers where her young tit had been. It was true! Thereafter, she 
never sat with a nursing child without reliving the bounteously pleasurable 
experience, and later, as she grew, she gave her breasts full play in all 
her sex life, no matter with whom, boy or girl, man or woman. 

She rolled down beside Benjie, who turned on his side, following the soft 
warmth of the breast, feeling the glow expand inside her, in her belly, in 
the hot fuckhole which now, thanks to her heat and her position, was 
beginning to gape open. She could reach his prick, and she was gently and 
expertly masturbating him, not to make him cum, but to keep his nerves taut 
and rasped and ready, and for her own pleasure in the contact. As hot as she 
was, even the palm of her hand, the inside of her fingers, had erotic nerves 
which tingled up her arms. 

"I love this, Benjie," she whispered. "I hope you like it." 

He nodded violently, the movement pulling the spit-slick breast from his 
lips. 

"Give me your fingers," she whispered, taking his right hand. 

She rubbed his first and middle finger in her flowing cleft, since she loved 
everything sexual, then put them into her mouth. 

When she sucked as hard as she could, the boy's eyes opened. 

"Golly, Miz Murray, I didn't know anybody could suck that hard," he 
breathed. 

"You can," she told him laughingly, her cunt contracting at the thought. 
"That's how hard you should be sucking my titty. So try it again, but first 
of all, get your fingers back in me. There," she said, as she gave her body 
a wiggle, "Oooohh! That's s-o-o-o-o nice! Oooohh! Just go in and out gently 
until I begin to fuck against your hand. Do you remember where I showed you 
the hot spot was? Up higher? I want your thumb there, but not until I'm 
about to cum." 

She was blazing inside, her cunt muscles nipping at his knuckles, and she 
said huskily: "Now, suck, baby! Suck mama hard!" 

She began to cum immediately, but she held herself still with great effort, 
wanting to sense it all, to feel it roll through her guts, having the 
incredible sensation of something solid and hot actually coming from her 
ass. But at last she had to let it all go, and she held Benjie in an iron 
grip, determined that her wildness should not frighten him away from his 
chores. 

He knew what was happening. The cunt felt, to his fingers, like a very hot, 
toothless mouth. The touch of pubic hair was exciting, a sign of sexual 
maturity, not entirely unknown to him, but seldom fully enjoyed, as now. The 
breast, too, was wonderful, more beautiful than any naked pictures he had 
ever seen; he thrilled at having its live, rubbery sweetness in his mouth, 
sucked deep into his throat, with Jane Murray's delicately acrid sweat to 
make it even better, wilder, more exciting than any previous sexual 
experience he had known before. 

So he ground his thumb against her clitoris, although her screams, from just 
above his head, were deafening, and he let himself enjoy each last little 
pleasure, the slickly powerful grip of her straining cunt, the slick 
softness of the folded walls inside it, the vibrations of the marvelous body 
pressed against his, and of course the knowledge that his sucking on her 
breast and his play with her cunt was making this full grown, mature woman 
cum with a wildness he could never have believed. 

"Did I frighten you, my dear?" Jane asked in a shaky voice, after she had 
relaxed and pushed Benjie's mouth from her tingling globe of breast meat. 
"You should be used to my emotional outbursts by now." 

The boy giggled. "I had to do a lot of thinking to keep from shooting my wad 
all over your belly," he said. "And your bed." 

"Benjie, you're too neat," Jane teased. "Before we're finished, we're going 
to spill your jism over every square inch of this big house! You hear? Now 
listen-everything we've done, we've been in a tearing hurry because it's our 
first time, right? So okay, except for that hard-on of yours, we ought to be 
able to take things a little easier. After all, we've got the rest of our 
lives to do this thing in." 

"These things, you mean, not this thing," the boy snickered. He had lost his 
shyness, and Jane was satisfied. His raw display of need for money had 
touched her, and she wanted him in a frame of mind to accept whatever good 
she was able to do him. But the altruistic impulse did nothing to cool the 
fire in her body, nor did she mean it to. She had no guilt whatever for 
having moved into this child's life, changing his sex life, even, she 
predicted, ultimately changing his sexual attitudes so that he, too, would 
be without guilt, now or in the future. 

She walked on her knees around toward his feet as he lay on his back, his 
prick hard and grossly red from heat, the big veins standing out in the 
smooth skin of the hard column. He was watching her with pleasure, his eyes 
first on hers, then on the long, weighty breasts that swung, pendulum 
fashion, the big nipples hard from her recent orgasm. 

Slowly, her eyes on his face, her mouth beginning to shape an "O," the 
blonde woman lowered her head, her soft, warm hand reaching for his cock. 

As she let the trembling prick into the warmth of her mouth, her hand gently 
closed on his balls. Heat had caused his sac to draw up tight; his balls 
were held against his hard organ, and she moved her hand softly, so that he 
could feel the deep sensitivity in his testes, his body moving involuntarily 
as Jane's slick lips and cheeks and tongue caressed the tender head of his 
penis. He knew, of course, that his semen and sperm were manufactured, 
somehow, by his balls, but only now had he realized that they could, if 
handled properly, contribute some finesse of sensation to his deep pleasure 
in sex. He felt almost a reverence for this woman, so beautiful, so much 
older than he, having what he thought of as a rich woman's treasury of 
worldly goods. It was all a part of this whirling, unbelievable today, in 
which he had been overjoyed at the thought of a few dollars for a few hours 
hard work, and now-all of this. Crazy! 

He watched her blonde head moving ever so slowly up and down, his cock now 
showing, now disappearing in those beautiful lips. It was a marvelous 
sensation, made more so by the fact that, hot as it was, he felt he could 
control the time when his sperm would rip up out of him. Her brow was 
furrowed as though she were deep in concentration; as a matter-of-fact, she 
was being very careful, because she had her own plans for the disposal of 
this load. 

In a very mature gesture, Benjie reached both hands down and buried them in 
her hair, and, when her slow rhythm of up-and-down head movement did not 
change, he let the tips of his fingers rest on her scalp, rubbing gently at 
the silken roots of her tresses. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he whispered. "I'm in no hurry, I 
just want to think about it. Ohhhh, that's good!" as her tongue, which had 
been simply a cushion, wrapped around him. "Listen, will you suck my balls 
like you did downstairs? And can I see your, uh, your cunt, the way it was 
after you came to?" 

His voice was taking on a ragged timbre, and there was an urgency in the 
slight movements of his hips. Jane's own cunt, so recently heaving and 
surging from the titty-cum he had given her, was strained with new desire, 
and she very carefully drew her head away, smiling at Benjie and holding his 
throbbing cock with gentle care, down near its base. 

"I've got a surprise for you," she said, so low he could barely hear. "Let 
me look at your dear, sweet, great big prickie! Oh, God, I could almost cum 
just looking at it! Take it easy, Benjie, don't touch me, hear?" She was on 
her knees, straight up, her eyes closed, concentrating on something far 
removed from their sex organs. Benjie saw a broad, slick smear of clear 
juice running down the inside of one of her thighs, saw the haired lips 
pushed open by the powerful swell of the inner lips. I want to know how that 
happens, he thought. A pre-cum shiver went through his body, and he knew why 
Jane was concentrating so hard. 

As the spasm receded, he whispered: "Your cunt's so sweet, so pretty, so hot 
and slick and full of juice! Can I suck it?" 

"Oh, hush, you little devil!" she cried, but now she was safe from a 
premature cum, and laughing. "Yes, you can suck me! Yes, you can see my 
cunt! All stuck out behind, the way it was a while ago. And boy, am I ready 
for it!" 

She kneed her way to the edge of the bed and got off, holding her legs wide 
apart. She took the shade off a big lamp near her dresser, and stretched her 
hand out to the boy. She tilted the mirror so that it caught her well below 
the middle of her strong thighs, and hugged Benjie to her with sudden 
passion. She kissed him, hard and quick, her tongue finding his hard and 
ready. 

"Here it is, baby," she said thickly, motioning him behind her. "Look, but 
don't lick, not yet, anyhow. You'll get your chance to suck it in a couple 
of minutes!" 

She heard him suck in his breath, and she knew that any man in his right 
mind would have been shattered with the lustful beauty of it. She wished she 
had thought to arrange two mirrors, so that she could see those hairy lips, 
puffed out so hugely by blissful inner heat, the inner lips much darker, 
now, with every surface vein in them blood-filled, throbbing, dying of the 
itch to partake of the release fighting to get out of this intensity of heat 
and pleasure-pain. 

She felt his hands, and, in the mirror, saw that he was on his knees, his 
eyes only inches from that split softness of warm tissue and cum-wet hair, 
and that he was gently pulling the cheeks of her ass apart so that he could 
see every juice-pouring wrinkle in the slick valley. 

"Okay," she said, effort keeping her voice steady, "stand up and get your 
cock ready. That's right. God, I wish you were taller. Grab the two phone 
books there. Stand on them. Ohhh, Christ! Easy! Don't even breathe on me; 
I'm so close to cumming!" 

The seconds it took for him to get the thick books were enough to help her. 
She was so needful of his cock, of his spurts of semen inside her, that she 
shut her eyes hard, and prayed to her own understanding God to keep her 
steady. 

She heard him whisper raggedly, "I'm ready!" and, in the mirror, saw his 
cock, looking really big, now, just an inch from her drooling cunt-mouth. 
The big muscle was out of her control, making a chewing contraction that was 
bliss indescribable, almost more than she could bear, and she grinned, 
thinking of how that chewing ring would come down on Benjie's prick. One 
thing for sure, unless he let go of her in panic, it would suck the 
life-fluid right out of him, suck at his cock as strongly as her mouth 
could, and, by pressing its hardness against the upper rim, give her the 
most excruciating joy a human can know. She saw the expression on his face, 
intent, joyful, and had a moment of clean love for him and what he was about 
to learn. 

"Okay, Benjie, baby," she whispered as calmly as she could. "Push it in. The 
hole is at the top, can you see it?" 

"I see it," he laughed chokingly. "It's winking at me! Wild!" 

"It's going to clamp down on you, Benjie," she warned. "Don't be in a hurry. 
Grab me around the hips just as it goes in, and hang on. Watch it in the 
mirror, it's more fun that way!" 

His breathing was hoarse and hard, and he laid the head of his cock very 
carefully in the cuntal opening, watching with fascinated gaze as it slowly, 
slowly, wetly, redly, disappeared in that sucking, churning slash of meat 
and muscle and membrane. 

"Ohhhhh, Jeeeezussss, Miz Murray! Oh, God, how good!" 

She felt her burst of orgasm begin deeper in her bowels, because of her 
clamped position, because the angle of his cock jammed it against her 
rectum, and ground the rectum, with its own sensitive erotic nerves, against 
the tail-end of her spine. She tried to think of all of this, to vision the 
hard cock grinding in her rippling vagina in the slippery dark, seeing it, 
somehow, out of her cunt and into her belly where it could touch and spray 
every inch of her guts, but she was lost in the red mist of a giant cum. 

She did not know or care that she was screaming the most wanton phrases she 
knew; her throat felt as if it were splitting, and all she wished was that a 
cock as thick as her wrist was in it, hammering the back of her throat, 
stretching her gullet, pouring floods of hot, thick, slick, ropey semen into 
her stomach. 

"Ooooohhhhh! AAAaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" her clogged, inarticulate screams gagged 
her. "Ohhhhh! Benjie! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! In me, in me! Fuck! Cummmmmi Oh, 
God! Fuck me!" Until finally, as the boy's wild orgasm passed, and he let go 
of her thrashing body with his arms gone lifeless, she threw herself on the 
bed, still writhing from the blasting shock of cumming. Even then, her cunt 
still sucking, still burning its pleasure into her brain, she remembered 
something, and shakily got on elbows and knees, to hold Benjie's sperm 
inside her. 

As she heard the little giant, as she now thought of him, begin to stir, she 
smiled. "Get up here," she whispered. "Don't rush it, but as soon as you 
can." 

"I can right now, Miz Murray," he said, standing up, smiling. "I just 
knocked myself out hollering and fucking, the same as you. Jeez, it's more 
fun that way. I never was where I dared holler like that before." He shut 
his eyes in ecstasy, picturing again the sight of his cock sliding into that 
gripping pink hole, into the heat and slime and welcoming darkness. "What's 
that hard thing I banged against?" he asked, shivering at the recollection, 
climbing up onto the bed, looking again at the wet red rosette of flesh 
poking out from between their hairy guardian lips. 

Jane waggled her ass, grinning back at him. "Do you still want to suck me?" 
she asked. 

"With that big mess'of my cum in there?" he asked, his voice doubtful. 

"Sure. Don't tell me you never caught a handful of it and tasted it," she 
said. "All men do that. Some drink it-say it all goes back into their 
jism-bank. Anyhow, I don't want you to swallow it; I want it." 

Suddenly he laughed. "You want me to suck it out and keep it in my mouth," 
he marveled. "Jezz, Miz Murray, that's wild! What do I do, suck it right out 
now?" 

"Yes. Get as much as you can. Just put your mouth over my cunthole and suck 
real hard. And then come around here where I can kiss you and suck it out of 
your mouth. Got it?" 

She steeled herself for the suction. It would draw the walls of her vagina 
together; their quaking nerve ends, raw from the big orgasm, would give her 
a new wallow of joy. She shut her eyes and clamped her teeth together. 

"Here I come," the boy laughed, and she felt that wonderful, horrible, 
hair-curling sensation of cunt walls rasping together, felt the rush of 
liquid, his semen and her own flow, coming out, and groaned in happy relief. 

She rolled on her back, her eyes closed, and felt him kneeing his way up 
toward her head. 

"Don't give it all to me at once," she begged. "Let me sip it, hold it back 
a little. Oh, God, put your hand on my belly and hold me down. I may start 
to cum again just eating that jism!" 

Every atom of sense in her mouth and cheeks and tongue was involved in this 
belly-tightening work of lust and love. She felt the richness, the thick, 
oily flow come in against her teeth and into the dark where her exulting 
taste buds writhed in happiness. Her nose picked it up, too, the delicate 
wet-dog scent, and she thought that's me; that's from the hairs on my 
cuntlips, the wet hairs; is it the semen, too? 

She swallowed slowly, carefully, like a miser hoarding gold. Every drop was 
a treat, every drop, and the thought of where it came from and how it had 
been stored in her body, kept warm as it mixed with her own discharges, made 
her feel that her mouth, too, was a cunt, or part of her cunt, and that her 
entire body was part of her cunt, only a framework to hold it. She shivered 
with a wild joy, and thought: I've never been this hot. Never. 

When there was no more of her cum and his dribbling into her mouth, she ran 
her tongue deep into Benjie's young mouth, around his teeth, under his 
tongue, licking his gums all the way back to the hinge of his jaw. He was 
trembling and panting when she at last released him and lay back with a 
sigh. 

"Golly, that was a hot thing to do, Miz Murray," he gasped. "I hope we do 
that again. Soon." 

"Lie down," she said and smiled. "We do a little more of it right now." 

He lay on his back. "I thought I got it all," he said. 

"You like to look at my business, and you like to suck it," she said. "And I 
like to eat your cum. So maybe, just maybe, there's a little teeny bit of it 
left up inside of me. After all, my cunt gets in a cramped position when I'm 
on my hands and knees. Open your mouth and shut your eyes and I'll give you 
something to make you wise." 

"To give me a hard-on," the boy said, and Jane, deeply surprised with the 
intensity of her feeling for this boy, bent and kissed him on the forehead, 
pulling back to look into his eyes. He amazed her by his ease, by his 
extension into what had to be an entirely new world. She would have to watch 
him, to be sure he retained his fine edge. 

"Let me get over your face. See what I'm going to do? Put my happy old twat 
right over your mouth, then you can suck out anything that's left in there. 
You know about gravity? Gravity will help you get it all; you don't have to 
turn me inside out, you know, like you did with that last suck. " 

She hung above him, letting him enjoy looking at her pussy, so completely 
open and exposed. He giggled, and stroked his fingers gently up and down the 
slick red valley. It was wonderful. 

When he at last reached his arms up around her naked hips, she came down 
slowly, feeling her cuntlips opening, opening, more and more, and settled on 
him gently. "Can you breathe?" she wanted to know, and when he grunted 
happily, she said: "Suck away!" 

Again she had that whirling feeling of being about to die from love and heat 
and sexual desire, but her need was not so fiery as it had been before, so 
she simply wiggled gently, feeling the inner lips go slickly across his 
mouth, feeling his tongue playing with her deepest sensitivities. Placed as 
she was, she could see his young cock; it had never completely softened, and 
now, wet with his cum-goo and hers, it gave a weak throb. 

"Poor baby!" she whispered too low for him to hear, especially since her 
thighs pressed against his ears, and she blew a kiss to the wilted member, 
making a mental note to lick that final drop of cum-gravy from its swaddling 
foreskin. 

In spite of her cooled-out condition, his sucking on her cunt was a joyful 
experience, but she knew that she must, by now, be thoroughly drained of 
every stray smidgen of jism. 

She pulled away, strong and graceful as ever, and he pinched one of her 
breasts in his own stir of delight, smiling with his closed lips as she 
leaped and screamed softly. 

He got up on his knees and held her like a bold and grown up lover, letting 
the last of the cum-cocktail roll into her pleased mouth, pushing each drop 
out with his tongue, letting his pleasure build with hers. 

When they were through, and could both use their lips and tongues and teeth 
for talking, he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on her nearest breast. 
"I hate the idea," he said. "I hate to say it, too. But it's about time I 
went home." He released her breast and turned to fling his small, muscular 
body on hers, and, to her amazement, she saw that he was crying. 

She pulled him against her breast, holding his head like a baby's. "Benjie, 
don't cry," she said. "There's nothing to cry about. Can you come back after 
dinner? Is it that you don't want to go?" 

"It's my bike," he said. "I've got to get home and take care of the 
young'uns. The reason I didn't go home at noon today was, I had a puncture." 

She sat up indignantly. "What's the matter with your Mom taking care of 
them?" she asked sharply. "What time's she through with her job?" 

"This is her night to work an extra shift," he whispered brokenly, trying 
not to sob. "Uncle Carl lets her have the extra work. I'm supposed to ride 
by the restaurant and she brings me out a bag of food to take home. Oh, Miz 
Murray," he wailed, "I should have walked my bike to a service station and 
got it fixed!" 

She patted him on his lean, bare back. 

"Don't worry, Benjie," she said. "It won't take either of us long to get 
dressed." Her voice was reassuring, laughing, but inside she boiled. His 
mother, whoever she was, laying this on a kid! And "Uncle Carl!" She knew 
that "Uncle" shit practiced on women too poor and too beaten to fight back. 
Had to work their asses off on some stinking job, then, as soon as they 
could get off their feet, had to get on their backs and work their poor, 
tired, drippy twats off, too. Just to keep a lousy job! 

She was fuming as she drove her Eldorado Estate Wagon around to the front, 
where Benjie, his tears dried and another big sandwich in his hand, was 
waiting with his bike. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jane drove rather slowly, for her, taking young Benjamin Dale to where his 
mother worked. She wanted to think. After an entire afternoon totally 
devoted to some of the wildest sex she had ever experienced, made all the 
more salacious because her big-dicked lover was only thirteen years old and 
looked even younger, she needed to sort out her thoughts. There was still a 
marvelous, full, warm feeling where her weight and closed thighs pressed her 
responsive pussy against the warm cushions. It was wonderful, a teasing itch 
that made her glad she was a woman. 

She felt absolutely no letdown, no post-coital depression, and neither, 
apparently, did the boy. He was open, unworried now that his immediate 
problems, getting his tire fixed and getting food to his sister and brothers 
on time, were being solved. 

"Tell me, Benjie," Jane said in a joking voice as they waited in a service 
station for the tire repair, "did you ever have an afternoon like this 
before? I'm not being nosy, I'm really interested in you, and I never had 
any idea that a boy thirteen could, well, do as many things as you seemed to 
know. You and Chuck must really get around." 

Benjie blushed furiously and looked away, but when she put her hand on his 
shoulder he turned around and showed a small grin. 

"Talk plain, Miz Murray," he said to her. "What do you mean, 'do as many 
things?' That's no way to talk after all we did!" He laughed aloud at his 
put-on, and Jane, feeling a surge of warm affection, hugged him to her. 

"It must have taken some courage for you to, you know, go down on me, on my 
cunt," she said in a low voice, amusedly aware that now it was she who 
actually felt embarrassment at such strong language. She dropped her hand to 
the boy's lap, knowing its warm presence would be interesting to Benjie and 
his cock. "When I was your age, not many boys did that." 

"Not many boys do it now, Miz Murray," he said easily. "We got the 
idea-Chuck and me, I mean-from some magazines like that one, you know, that 
I found in the shed." 

She squeezed his thigh. "Did I tell you I put that magazine in the shed 
especially for you, Benjie?" she asked. "I hoped you'd see it. I hoped it 
would give you a hard-on. Does that seem terrible to you?" 

He shook his head, smiling faintly. "I don't care, Miz Murray. It was, uh, 
pretty nice, you know. I guess I told you I never did anything like that 
with a grown-up lady." 

"You and Chuck do it with girls, then, is that what you mean?" 

Again, just for a split second, he was prepared to be defiant, but his face 
cleared as she patted his leg. 

"Look, Benjie, we're friends, you know," she whispered persuasively. "We 
ought to be able to talk to each other about anything. Or do anything the 
other asks us to." 

He looked up at her with those blue eyes, under his long lashes. Those 
should to be on a girl, she thought. He smiled. 

"Can I look at you?" he asked unexpectedly. 

"You have looked at me. You looked at me all over, just an hour ago, 
remember?" Her heart was beating a little faster. There was an odd thrill in 
thinking of those hot young eyes on every last bit and part of her body. 

He shook his head. "No, I mean really look. And have you tell me the name of 
everything. Will you?" 

"Of course," she agreed, laughing. "When? After you feed the other kids? 
Tonight?" 

"Not tonight," he said decisively. "Maybe tomorrow. You want me to come back 
tomorrow? The lawn's not finished." 

She looked at him with affectionate amusement. He had been too quick to say 
"Not tonight." The other kids couldn't be too young, or there would have 
been a baby-sitter with them, what with their mother at work. His 
responsibility was to get the food home, that was probably all. 

"You're going out with Chuck, aren't you?" she asked. "No, don't answer 
that. And don't get angry. It's none of my business. But I'll bet you don't 
have to stay in with the other kids." 

He looked confused, and she took his chin in her hand. "Listen, Benjie. I'm 
not your mother. I'm not a teacher or a preacher or any kind of authority. 
Of course, I'm not your age, but if we're going to be friends, real friends, 
you're going to have to treat me as if I were the same age as you. Now, do 
you want me for that kind of friend or don't you? As good a friend as Chuck, 
as close a friend as Chuck. One you can say anything to. And I mean, 
anything. And listen, it has nothing to do with your working for me. I need 
the yard taken care of, and I expect you're a good worker. So if you'd 
rather not be so close a friend to me, and talk to me like you do someone 
your own age, you can still do my lawns." 

In the midst of this long speech, which she meant with all her heart, she 
realized she was very close to tears. And she realized something else-that, 
for all their short acquaintance, for all their weird, wonderful way of 
knocking so many bars down from between them, her feeling of oneness, her 
feeling of being the same age with this boy, was valid and genuine. 

"Miz Murray," he said in a low voice, "it's kind of hard to say these things 
to a grown-up person. Maybe it's not right, I don't know. But I know you 
won't rat on me or Chuck. Will you?" 

She could not hug him, since the service station man was wheeling the 
repaired bike toward the car, but she whispered fiercely: "You better 
believe I wouldn't rat on you! Never!" 

She let Benjie pay the fifty cents for the tire repair, using one of the two 
five dollar bills she had paid him. "Five hours, or almost five, at two 
dollars an hour. You earned it, Benjie!" It had almost been a big scene. It 
was obvious that this was a great deal of money to the boy. And it did him 
good to use his own money to pay. 

They got the bag of food, Jane parking behind the restaurant on the highway, 
and noting that Benjie's mother had a very good, rather tiny figure, and, at 
the rather long distance, seemed extremely pretty. Dark, like Benjie; 
probably with the same blue eyes. 

When they drove up the barren slope known as Gates Hill, Jane pulled off 
under a big eucalyptus tree. It was barely six, and the California sun was 
still high and hot, so the shade was welcome. 

Jane had a moment of desperation. She could go home and pick up the 
telephone and have a wide choice of company, anything from a young college 
professor to the richest man in town to a girl friend. But she knew she 
would rather stay at home and be lonely, waiting for tomorrow. And this 
small boy. 

"Benjie," she said, trying to keep her voice light, "I'd like to kiss you 
good-bye, but someone might see us, and laugh at you about it. Anyhow, it 
might get me hot all over again." 

Now it was he who put his hand on her thigh. "I wouldn't care," he said 
earnestly. "If someone saw and laughed, I mean. I sure had a good time 
today. And I surely thank you for the money. I've still got nine-fifty. Wow! 
That's going to help Mom. You want me to get out here and ride my bike? It's 
only a couple of blocks." 

"Don't be silly. I just wanted to talk a minute, that's all. I hate to say 
good-bye. I hope you and Chuck have fun." 

He looked away, then turned to her, his face serious. "I'm not going to tell 
Chuck," he said. "No way. Anyhow, we're just going to talk. Listen, you 
really want me to talk to you?" 

She took his two hands, small and beautifully shaped, and looked at him 
intently. "I really do," she said. "And I'll never, never tell a soul. Not 
even Chuck, if you say not to." 

"We've been fucking Chuck's cousin," he said, blushing. "She's only twelve, 
but man! She's got hair under her arms and on her pussy like a grown woman. 
And she's trying to get Chuck's sister to fuck me. Because Chuck doesn't 
think he ought to, they're such close kin. But she's scared. Scared to fuck 
me, I mean." 

He looked white around the lips, and Jane's heart swelled with pride at the 
confidence he had shown her. 

"You mean Chuck doesn't think you ought to fuck his sister, or that she 
ought to fuck you?" she asked, fighting back a smile. 

"No, no. That's all right with old Chuck! He doesn't think that he ought to 
fuck her. I told you that. I said it was because they're too close kin to 
each other." 

"Well, maybe all she needs is a little time. Is she older than you? Or older 
than the cousin?" 

"Naw, she's just a kid, too. Twelve, maybe. Her tits are sort of sprouting 
up. But nothing like Kedra, that's Chuck's cousin. Kedra Sande. Boy, has she 
got-but I told you that." 

A bright thought burned in Jane Murray's blonde head. 

"Why don't you and Chuck come by the house, if you're riding around on your 
bikes tonight?" she asked. "I'm not doing anything, and it's still going to 
be hot tonight, and I've got a refrigerator full of Cokes and stuff." 

He waved a hand helplessly. "I don't know, Miz Murray. I would, but Chuck's 
funny about people. I'll ask him, though." 

She let Benjie out at a plain, slate-gray house, and noted that its lawn was 
green and weD kept, roses climbed on the porch, and there was no litter. Two 
boys, about ten or eleven, were wrestling on the grass, but got up and ran 
to her young friend, yelling: "Hey! Benjie!" and obviously adoring him. An 
extremely beautiful young girl, almost an exact duplicate of Benjie except 
for a delicately molded and very feminine figure, came to the door and 
waved. 

How's Benjie and his Mom going to keep good old Chuck out of that? Jane 
thought. That is, if he hasn't already gotten into her. 

Her good-bye to Benjie, and his to her, came off easily. 

Back at her hot, silent house, Jane undressed again, made a salad from fresh 
crab meat and avocados, and ate it with a crusty French roll and butter, and 
a half-bottle of some good beaujolais which Mr. Ackerman, her liquor dealer, 
had sent along with her last order. 

She had expected to be lonely after the unexpected closeness she had felt 
with the young boy this afternoon, but instead, she felt relaxed, fulfilled, 
and happy. She still felt warm and alive in all her cuntal area, but the hot 
glow had gone, otherwise, she inwardly acknowledged, she might have climbed 
into a tub with her powerful water massage unit, and let the insistent flow 
of warm water tug at her cuntlips and softly lave her clitoris until she 
shook her tensions with a series of softly attained orgasms. 

Her housekeeper, off for a couple of days, usually kept the house from 
feeling empty, but Jane was so comfortable in this home which her 
grandfather had built she needed to companionship except her own. 

She was in the big front yard in the dark, gloriously nude and enjoying the 
feel of a canvas chair on her ass, when two bicycles swished softly down the 
long drive and stopped. There was some low-voiced conversation she could not 
make out, and then a voice she did not recognize said: "Well, I don't 
believe she asked us here, and I know damn well she's gonna throw us out, 
but you're my little buddy, so I'll go in with you. But where's the front 
door? This goddamn joint's like a castle. And wait up, will you? I've got to 
take a piss." 

There was some moonlight where the boys were standing, and Jane had a good 
view of the tall boy's penis as he held it in his fingers and began to 
urinate on a bush by the walk. And she saw that Benjie had been right, it 
was big. Not twice as big as his own, but certainly bigger. Probably swollen 
just a bit from his need to pee. It excited her deeply. 

There was too much at stake here to enjoy the fun of speaking up and 
startling the night visitors, so Jane waited until they had gotten almost to 
the house before she spoke. 

"Benjie, is that you?" she called softly. "I thought I heard someone out 
here. Is it you?" 

She heard a hard giggle and a hushed oath, and Benjie's voice, calm and 
prideful, said: "Yes, ma'am, it's me. And Chuck's with me!" She could dimly 
see the two figures, one tall, one short, coming toward her through the 
shrubbery. 

"I'm over here in the shade of this big tree. Come on over." 

They walked up quite near, their feet slowing as they came close, and, to 
shortcut the way to quick and easy friendship, Jane said clearly: "Chuck, 
forgive me for not getting up. I'm completely naked, so I'll just sit here 
until we get better acquainted. I'm glad you came with Benjie and I hope my 
nudity won't embarrass you. It's so hot." 

Their young eyes were so used to the dark that, Jane knew, they could make 
out almost every detail of her body-the shape of her breasts, the darker 
blots of her areola and nipples, the very faint shadow of her very blonde 
triangle of pubic hair. And their age, bless them, their imaginations could 
supply everything else. Except, how could Chuck know of the floods of juice 
which were being hotly exuded from every pore in the slickness and gently 
heaving strength of her vagina? Benjie knew, that is, if he had time to 
notice. 

The tall boy's deep voice said: "Well, um, if you-Benjie said-but I-" and 
Jane reached out impulsively and took him by one of his large, bony hands 
and said gently: "Come on, Chuck, sit down. You're with friends, isn't that 
right, Benjie?" 

And, as the big boy, making a mumbling and happy sound, began to lower his 
body, Jane steered him so that he came down right at the side of her big 
sling chair, and she, keeping her hold on his hand, laid it on the smooth, 
rounded upper surface of her thigh. 

"And you, Benjie, sit right by me on this side," she said. "There, now, 
nobody has to be embarrassed because I haven't got a stitch on my big old 
fat ass, do they?" 

She laughed easily, and, after a gulping pause, Chuck managed a choked 
laugh. Benjie sat still, his eyes bright, looking from one friend to the 
other. 

"See, Chuck?" he said. "Isn't she something else?" 

Jane used her own hand to press Chuck's down on her thigh, feeling him 
stiffen, and said: "Who'd like a Coke, or something to eat? Benjie, you saw 
the refrigerator today, you know where it is. Pick up some Cokes and some 
cheese or ham or anything you want. The opener's in a drawer next to the 
sink." 

When he had jumped up and left, she said: "Chuck, Benjie thinks you're the 
greatest guy in the world. Tell me, right now, if you're scared of me, and I 
won't come on so strong. That way, you won't have to be worrying that I'll 
rape you. But I like Benjie, and I want to be a friend to his friends. 
That's all." 

The big, lanky body heaved itself up until Chuck was on his knees by the 
chair. 

"Golly, Miz Murray, I don't know what to say. I'm not scared. I just never 
knew that older people could be so, well, plain and simple and not trying n 
to rip a kid off in some shitty-oh, pardon me!-sort of way." He dropped his 
head. 

"I thought a rip off was to steal, but it can mean anything underhanded and 
shitty, is that it?" Jane's voice was easy. "Help me up; let's go over to 
that big mat." 

He was taller than she; her breasts were just below his, as she faced him, 
and she put one arm over his bony shoulders and kissed him lightly on the 
mouth. 

She saw Benjie and called him, and they all lay down on a king-size exercise 
pad, laughing, drinking, being friends, and Jane, rubbing Benjie's hard back 
in an excess of good feeling said: "Look, fellows, I want to lie back and be 
comfortable, but I'll feel very naked unless all of us are!" 

It was too much for Chuck. He fell on Benjie's neck, rocking with laughter, 
and said: "Man! She's all you said and more!" and he raised his skinny butt 
from the pad, shucking his trunks as Benjie, standing, thumbed his off. 

"Now, that's better," Jane said, and reached a hand to each cock. "Me and my 
two gentlemen friends, all in the same boat!" 

She was amused that Chuck's big cock, although warm and fat, did not begin 
to throb to hardness, and amazed that Benjie's did. 

"What did Benjie say I was, Chuck?" she asked, pulling his foreskin down 
until the head of his cock turned under at the tip, enjoying the hot male 
scent that rose in the heavy air. 

"Uh, oh, gee, Miz Murray, yes, ma'am, well, what he said was-what did you 
say about her, Benjie?" If there had been light, his scarlet face would have 
matched the climbing roses on the tree, but Benjie bravely said: "Cut it 
out, Chuck. I told you she's a real friend. I said she was like thirteen 
years old, but a hundred times better." 

In the dark, some hurdle having been surmounted, Chuck's prick began to take 
a hard shape, and Benjie, obviously interested, got on his knees to watch 
what Jane was doing. 

"See, Miz Murray!" he said excitedly. "See! It's twice as big as mine! Wow!" 

On his back, his face set in a mask of concentration, Chuck had his hands 
clenched. Now, as Jane stroked him more softly, he relaxed, and she pulled a 
hand to her crotch, wiping it into her hairy cuntlips just as she would have 
with a hard prick. She felt them part, felt the gush of her restrained 
cum-juices, and heard a gasp that was almost a groan from the tall boy. 

"Wow, Chuck, that feels good!" she whispered tensely. "Benjie, come around 
here and squeeze my titties, please? Get behind me, get hold of both of 
them. Oh, wow!" 

She felt a sweep of delicious heat flash through her on the breast-to-crotch 
axis, felt her anus quiver and tighten, and thought: Benjie, baby, you don't 
know it yet, but you've got a new experience coming to you. 

He was pressed against her, his small hands grabbing as much of her lovely, 
pneumatic tit-flesh as he could, gone out of his young mind and forgetting 
to be gentle, which suited the needs of the wild animal in the woman. She 
was humping against the fork of Chuck's hand, getting ready for a big, 
gut-twisting cum, when sanity and a better idea joined in her mind. 

"Hold it!" she said, raising her elbows to still Benjie's pressures, and, 
panting as if she just run the hundred, she leaned down and kissed Chuck, 
whose mouth was open to aid his own breath. He tongued her frantically, but 
kept his fingers buried in the close heat of her cunt, and she could smell 
her heat and his and Benjie's, all rolling up in a glorious cloud of lust. 

"Listen, Chuck," she hissed. "I'll suck you off if you want, but right now, 
I need this big thing inside me, way up me, up me to my lungs, fucking me, 
banging me! Okay?" 

"Gosh, Miz Murray, any way you want it," he gasped, and let out a cry of 
complaint as she let go of his cock, letting it wag free. 

She kissed Benjie tenderly, looking deep into his eyes to make sure that 
this change of partners, certainly not leaving him out, would not leave him 
with a trauma. To her relief, his face was a perfect shrine of goodness, 
love, lust, all the things it should be, and she whispered: "Get down here 
and help us get it in!" 

She placed herself on bent knees, straddling the skinny loins, and spread as 
wide as she could, holding Chuck's prick ready. To Benjie, she said: "Pull 
those big, thick lips apart, Benjie. You know where the hole is. Get Chuck's 
cock just into it. Ohhhh! Ohhhh God! Uuummmmppphhh! Oh, help me hold on. 
Chuck! Your mouth! Kiss me! Ooooohhhhh!" 

The orgasm was hard but brief. She recovered quickly, and laughed down at 
the tall boy. She pushed her body down, knowing she was wide open, but 
something was blocking her from completely skewering herself. She could not 
see it, but she knew the trouble-some part of the outer lips was being 
dragged into her by the power of that cock, so much bigger than she thought 
it would be. 

She disengaged her mouth from Chuck, panting. "Benjie!" she gasped. "Get in 
there with your thumbs in that soft, hairy part. When I lift up a little, 
pull it wide apart, hear? Don't be scared of hurting me. Ooooohhh!" and this 
came softly as she slowly lifted herself perhaps an inch. "Press and pull 
with your thumbs; let Chuck get into me! Oh, good boy, I can feel it opening 
up!" 

She held her breath, and could hear both the youngsters, panting like dogs. 

"Hold it open, Benjie," she ordered. "Hold those lips back so I can get it 
all in me! There! Ohhhh! Lovely! So lovely! Ohhh, I feel it hitting my womb! 
Chuck, do you like that? Chuck?" 

There was a moan from the boy under her, and she said: "Okay, Chuck, I'm 
about to blow it, too. 

I was ready to shoot, when my cuntlips jammed us up-you and that mule-cock! 
Goddamn! Ohhhhh! I can't hold it much longer!" 

The great pressure of the big cock seemed to be stretching her to the point 
of unbearable pain, and she adored it. She was down on him all the way, all 
of that fantastic piece of meat deep in her, knocking hard on her cervix. 
The big barrel of the cock was holding back her own juices, but, once she 
began to pump, it would piston out of her like hot, clear oil. She was aware 
of Benjie kneeling at her wisely spread ass, and she wished that she had 
instructed him to shove it in her ass, but knew in her heart that it was too 
soon for such all-out closeness. She put a hand back to him. 

"I'm going to lie down on Chuck and kiss him, so my yelling and screaming 
won't terrorize the neighborhood," she grinned. "You know I scream when I 
cum!" She touched his naked young body, so warm, so muscular. 

"Lie down and pull one of my breasts to where you can suck it. When I start 
to blow, suck just as hard as you can!" 

He nestled beside her and his friend, and she saw the white gleam of his 
teeth, the wet shine of his tongue as he wet his lips. Tenderly, he pulled 
the long, smooth, warmly heavy tit to his mouth, got the nipple and an inch 
of boob into his mouth. 

At that moment, Chuck, unable to restrain it, felt a mighty throb deep 
inside, a rush of sensitivity to the burning head of his cock, and he leaped 
as hard as he could. 

His hard tool, already nested against Jane's womb, buried so deep that her 
sweat and his joined in soaking their joined mats of pubic hair. 

Her cunt closed on him just as her mouth came down to his, her tongue hot 
and strong and slick, and Benjie sucked so hard that she was almost 
paralyzed with the joyful agony which ripped across her, through her belly, 
and swirled inside her, making her vagina squirm and suck at Chuck's 
bursting penis as her clitoris seemed to burst, also; to burst into a 
release like the cutting of an abscess. 

In the fiery depths of her belly, where everything felt the jet-quakes of 
sexual ecstasy, she felt a new stretch, a screaming stretch that came as a 
throb, and a boiling stream of sperm blasted into her, seeming to raise her 
up and up, as though her tightness could not take the greater size of his 
swelling cock, swelling with each spurt, could not swallow the blown gushes 
of male seed that pumped up out of the tall kid's nuts. 

Dimly, she felt the vibrations of Chuck's happy groans, held his tongue 
between her teeth to keep from rousing the whole area with her mad outcries 
of pleasured lust, and realized that Benjie, a solid part of her 
cum-rapture, was still sucking on a tit so tenderized that the pain was just 
too much. 

She fell away on the side opposite from Benjie, so as not to bury him, and 
emitted another, a softer scream of agony and joy as Chuck's prick, still 
hard, seemed to turn her sensitive vagina inside out with its withdrawing 
friction. 

The entire scene seemed to have been played in a few moments, and yet the 
soft, warm night had taken on a faint edge of chill, so that Jane knew it 
was getting late. 

She turned to Chuck and found that he had covered his eyes and was curled up 
as nearly into a fetal position as his lanky build would permit. Above his 
bony hip, the face of Benjie, indistinct in the gloom, was turned to her 
with bright attention. 

"Come on, Chuck," she whispered. "Come on, Benjie. We've got to get up from 
here and go in the house." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

At first, Jane didn't realize there was anything wrong between her and 
Benjie that next morning. She had heard him getting out the mower, had 
called and waved to him from her bedroom window, and he had waved back. She 
noticed that he had on a different pair of trunks this morning, not ragged 
and faded like the ones from yesterday, and had a wave of feeling for him-he 
was so young! These must be his "Sunday" surfers. 

But, when she dragged a canvas chair over under the elm tree where they had 
had the lemonade, and called him to come over and say hello, she realized 
some monkey wrench had been tossed into the machinery of their relationship. 

He had actually turned way from her as she reached for his crotch! She had 
held him, then, her face against his lean young belly, already sweating in 
the continued heat, and felt the rigid tension in his body. So, she reached 
for her coffee, which she had brought out, and released him, eyeing him 
steadily. 

"Come on, Benjie," she said firmly, "what's the matter?" 

And, when he shook his head, looking miserable, she forced herself to 
pretend anger and half shouted: "You tell me what's the trouble, Benjamin 
Dale, or you can just get your ass out of my yard and go home!" 

He had broken down, then, and begun to cry, hard, dry sobs that broke her 
heart, and she gathered him into her arms as if he were a baby, and led him 
into the sun room, pulling him down on the couch where she had first enjoyed 
him and where he had had his first taste of grown-up pussy. Or at least that 
was what she felt was true. 

Under her prodding, he cried out, seeming terrified by the idea: "Oh, Miz 
Murray, I've ruined you!" 

When she shook him, laughing in his face, he said: "It's Chuck; I never 
should have brought him!" 

"Hey, Benjie, don't worry," she soothed him. "Chuck's all right. He was a 
little quiet, last night. Maybe it was a little too much for him, having it 
happen all of a sudden like that. You told me that you and he had never 
fucked with a grown-up lady." 

He refused to raise his eyes, and she said: "Okay, if Chuck doesn't like me, 
or is scared of me, I'll forget about him. That doesn't mean that you can't 
be my friend, or that you and he can't be friends. So don't be sad!" 

"It's worse than that, Miz Murray," the boy muttered. "A whole lot worse!" 

"Pooh!" Jane said, although she had begun to feel slightly apprehensive. "A 
kid, thirteen years old. Not that thirteen isn't almost grown up, but what I 
mean, what can he do to me?" 

"It's not just Chuck, Mis Murray. You remember what I said yesterday--that 
Chuck's funny about people?" 

"Sure. You said you'd try to get him to come over here, but you weren't sure 
he would. But he did come, didn't he? And I mean both kinds of come, 
Benjie!" She laughed and then was quiet. 

"Yeah, but now I wish I hadn't brought him! I just never thought he'd be 
so-would be such a rat!" 

Jane held the boy against her warm body with one arm, reaching behind her to 
un-knot the halter of her bikini. When her breasts were bare, she pulled his 
face into them, and whispered: "Take my panties off, Benjie! Go on; you said 
yesterday that you wanted to look at me. We're going to do it now." 

She was pleased to note that, when she performed the same service for him, 
he was getting a hard-on. She rolled back on the bed and held out her arms, 
and he, still not meeting her eyes, got on the bed, too. 

"Look at me, Benjie," she ordered him quietly, holding her thighs, her 
entire self, open to him. "Or fuck me or suck me or put your fingers into 
me, whatever you want. I told you I'm your friend. If you're not too tired 
from yesterday, you can prove it's true-we really are friends." 

She was devastated when he flung himself on her, crying real tears. "I can't 
do it, Miz Murray!" he cried. "I'm a rat, too!" 

She rolled onto her belly, putting a strong, soft arm over his boyish 
shoulders. "Come on, Benjie," she said once more. "Tell it to me. I might as 
well hear the worst. You say it's not just Chuck. So go on, tell me. Who is 
it?" 

She waited for a new flurry of sobs to die down and once more asked: "What 
happened? What's the trouble? If it's not Chuck?" 

He sat up, looking angry and penitent. "Chuck's a Jesus freak," he said, 
making a face. "He's got so I can't depend on him any more." 

"I can see where, if a boy had a religious streak, sex might give him a 
sense of guilt," Jane said quietly. 

"It's worse, Miz Murray, believe me," the boy said seriously. "It's not just 
Chuck, it's his whole family. At least his dad and mom. Did you ever hear of 
God's Little Brothers? They've got a church over on the highway, east of 
where Mom works." 

Jane nodded. "The Brothers" were well known. A fanatic lot. Suspected of 
holding ritual orgies, followed by ritual punishment. "To drive out the 
devils," they were thought to believe. A woman who had once worked for Jane 
had told her the sect was brutal to women and girls where sex was concerned. 
"They want every girl to be a virgin until they decide to take her," the 
maid had said. 

"Well, all right," Jane said patiently. "But if Chuck is so religious, how 
come he runs around with you, chasing pussy, and how come he's screwing his 
cousin, and wants you to bang his sister?" 

Benjie shook his head. "He's like two people, Miz Murray. And right now's a 
bad time. For him, I mean. Did you know that every man in the church is a 
regular preacher? A real one, with a printed thing, and all." 

"A diploma," Jane guessed. 

"I suppose so. But a guy gets put into that when he turns fourteen. And I 
just figured lately that the reason Chuck's hitting it up so hard, in a few 
more months he's going to have to cut it out and be a preacher like his old 
man." 

"I still don't see what in hell that has to do with me," Jane said, at last 
becoming impatient. "I wish you'd never brought him here, too, but that's 
done and over with. Let's forget him!" 

"I-I can't, Miz Murray," Benjie said. "You know I told you he's been like 
two different people lately? I thought he was going to go out of his mind 
last night, ranting about a 'fine, rich, grown woman fucking little boys!' I 
think he plans to tell his old man!" 

Jane sat still, letting the shock of this pronouncement wash over her, 
around her. "Maybe he was just upset, Benjie," she said at last. "What I put 
him through was sort of heavy. I can see where it might shake him up. But I 
promise you one thing, if old Darrell Knowles ever opens his mouth to me, or 
if anyone in his church bad-mouths me, God's Little Brothers had better get 
Big Brother on their side. They're going to need him!" 

This bold defiance drew the last of the gloom from Benjie. He became more 
like the boy of yesterday and last night, throwing himself on Jane, getting 
as much of one of her still nerve-raw breasts into his mouth, sucking 
feverishly, playing his fingers up and down in her opened cunt, which, due 
to her excitement, was dripping pussy-juice. 

At her smiling order, he got down on his elbows between her thighs. "Tell me 
what you see, Benjie," she asked, shaken by an inner trembling. 

"Well, your cunt, Miz Murray. The two big whatchacallems on each side, the 
ones with all that hair. Damn! Old Kedra's got a lot of hair, but I don't 
think she's got this much!" 

She felt him touch her in the oozing, quaking area just below her clit, and 
it felt so good that she held her breath. The threat of danger, she knew of 
old, sharpened all her senses. 

There was silence and no movement from down near where her body lay open, 
and she raised her head to look. Benjie, his eyes closed and his face rapt, 
was licking his fingers. 

Jane settled back, happiness making a big, warm, moist area of soft pleasure 
in her belly. As soon as he had looked his fill, had her instructions, he 
could suck her all out. And she would suck him. No more fooling with that 
damned lawn mower. Just love and sex and completion and fulfillment carried 
to the point of the sweetest exhaustion known to man. 

She remembered something curious. 

"Benjie," she said, "Darrell Knowles runs a hardware store. And yet you told 
me yesterday that he has girlie magazines, you know, sex books, in his 
store. If he's a preacher, and a hardware dealer, why does he have those 
magazines on sale?" 

Benjie laughed. "Oh, my goodness, Miz Murray, they're not for sale. Chuck's 
dad keeps them hid. They're in box in the back of the store!" 

He forgot it, then, and so did Jane. He put his thumbs where he had had them 
when he was opening her up last night for his big friend, and said musingly: 
"These big hairy cushions were going into you last night, keeping old 
Chuck's cock from sinking in." 

"Are they bigger than Kedra's?" she asked, smiling. "What's her last name?" 

"Yeah, I think they're bigger. Old Ked's kind of a small girl. Got big tits, 
and plenty of hair, but she's no bigger than my twin sister. The one you saw 
yesterday. Her last name is Sande. Kedra Sande. She's the one I said-well, I 
started to say it-you were tighter'n she was. Hey, what's that swollen-out 
thing up at the top?" 

"I expect that's my clitoris, Benjie. C-L-I-T-O-R-I-S. It's like a, well, 
it's more or less the same on a woman as your cock is on you. Touch it, so I 
can be sure what you mean. Ohhhh! Good God! That's it! Don't! Not any more! 
Go on looking." 

"Well, when I hold these big lips open, like I was going to lick you all the 
way up-golly, Miz Murray, this pink part is so pretty! So kind of grainy 
looking, and all wet, and smells so good!-anyhow, inside of them there's 
some kind of rolls of real slick, uh, meat, I guess you'd say, but not like 
skin. More like inside your lips, in your mouth. Boy, are they ever getting 
red!" 

His voice was becoming husky; he was holding himself back with an effort. 

"What else do you see?" Jane asked. "Wait-those slick lips inside-they are 
lips, you know-they're called Labia Minora, which is Latin. The thick ones 
on the outside, with all that hair, are called Labia Majora. 'Major' and 
'minor' in medical language. Didn't you ever look at Kedra this way?" 

His tone was disgusted. "Naw, that creep! She'll let us fuck her, let us 
pull on her tits, and stick a finger or two into her to get her hot, or to 
get us hot. And she'll let Frannie watch us-Frannie is Chuck's kid sister. 
But she won't just lie down and let us turn on the light and really look at 
her!" 

Jane was overcome with a moment of empathy and pity for the twelve-year-old 
girl, willing to fuck, embarrassed that anyone should look at her parts. She 
ought to love them, be proud of them, Jane thought, furious at the thought 
of psychic damage done to a girl by hidebound ideas and restraints. 

She heard Benjie's hard breathing catch, and felt his breath on her most 
sensitive spot. 

"Benjie," she whispered, "do you want to watch me cum?" 

At his choked assent, she said: "Look below. How does it look? See my little 
hole, sort of beneath the surface?" 

"Yes, it's like, oh, that slick flesh just sort of kissing in together, 
holding you closed. There's some sort of clear juice coming up out of it, 
it's gathering in a little, oh, sort of a shallow place." 

"You want that juice, Benjie? Suck it up. Easy, though. I'm almost ready 
to-what do say-blow it?" She laughed and went tense as the boy gently drew 
the pussy-nectar from "the little sort of shallow place," the portal to her 
vagina. 

Her hands were braced against her hips, and her belly was trembling. Her 
clit was throbbing, now, much the same, a male friend had long ago told her, 
as a man's penis throbs when it is strained to the limit with engorged blood 
and feelings. 

"Now, Benjie," she said, her voice trembling, "suck on those inner lips. 
Take them in your lips, very softly. Suck gently, and tongue them gently. 
There's a lot of juice coming out of them, too." 

"I see it!" the boy's voice trembled. "Oh, God, Miz Murray, I want to cum, 
too." 

"Okay, Benjie, but first, make me cum, and watch it." She had a sudden 
thought. "Maybe I'll help you get Kedra to let you look at her. And lick 
her!" 

"Oh, wow! That's too much, Miz Murray. Hey, are you ready to cum yet?" 

"Keep sucking on those inner lips, Benjie," Jane whispered. "Suck nice and 
slow and easy. Then, two things. First, slide down and really suck on my 
prickhole-just one quick suck-and then, come up and start sucking on my 
clit. Oh, God, take it easy!" she cried. "Don't bite. No, damn it! BITE! 
Now, suck! Now-Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! That's itttt! Hard! AAAAaaarrrgggghhhhh! Oh, 
dear GODDDDD!" and her straining ass seemed to leap up off the couch, 
shaking, turning, twisting, while a small boy with a big hard-on knelt 
between those beautiful, powerful thighs, intent on the cunt which seemed to 
open and close like a gasping mouth. 

When the woman dropped to the bed, whimpering in joy, her eyes closed, she 
tugged a pillow down, raised her body, and put the pillow under her ass. 
"I'm tingling all over, Benjie," she said in a husky voice. "You sucked me 
just beautiful!" 

Her cum-pain, its wave of hot joy having seemed to wash out and away from 
her, was now a highly concentrated sense of deep itch, a needle-sharp 
feeling that seemed deeper than her guts, farther up than the covering pad 
of flesh which, thickly haired, protected the now shrunken clit. The 
intensity of it gave her a chill of convulsive feeling between her 
shoulders, between her breasts. She suddenly put both hands down to cover 
her wide open twat, wanting the boy so badly that she could, quite 
literally, taste it, getting the taste sensation of his unwashed prick 
through her imagination and, from that hazy point, richly in her mouth and 
throat. 

"Hey, Miz Murray," came a mock plaint, "I was just getting ready to shove it 
in." 

"Oh, Benjie," she gasped, a new necessity making the words catch in her 
throat, "I want it, believe me, I want it! It's so sweet, so hard, so big! I 
feel it against my thigh, don't I?" And she raised one knee, feeling juice 
slip out of her relaxed vagina. 

She raised her hands to the boy's face, thinking: I'm being selfish; he 
needs to cum, and found her hands wet. The deep realization of the source of 
the wetness aroused her again, and she whispered urgently, her mouth dry, 
"Come up here, quick, Benjie; I want a kiss. Then you can fuck me, and do it 
any way you want!" 

He was delighted, shoving his tongue into her mouth with the same abandon he 
had felt while he was licking her pussy, and she, licking his lips and chin 
and cheeks, almost came again at the taste of her own genitals. His hard 
young chest, pressing against her swollen breasts, burned new paths of 
pleasure through her, and she held him away from her a second, smiling into 
his eyes. 

"Benjie," she said softly, "you may not know it, and you may not believe it, 
but I'm enjoying you more than any man I ever knew! Would you like me to 
suck it? Just a little?" 

He almost whinnied in joy, and she knew that it was the novelty of a 
complete suck-off, an excursion further into sex than he and his pal Chuck 
had been able to persuade Kedra, or, of course, any other of their young 
girl friends. And Jane suspected that there were several others. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

She spread the youngster's hairless thighs gently apart, putting her left 
hand under his hard little buttocks, wiping her fingers up and down in the 
highly scented crack of his ass. With her other hand, she stroked gently 
along his belly, away from the youthful bush of pubic hair which ringed the 
base of his cock, and letting her breath play softly on his distended penis, 
so hard now that its purplish head thrust out from under the foreskin. 

There was the deeply lustful scent of humid skin that has been kept 
overheated in its dark contact with its neighboring membrane, and there was 
the rank fragrance of semen and her own cum-fluids, left from yesterday's 
wildness. Her breasts ached with their heavy load of sex heat, and she felt 
a new crawl of that same deep itch at the roots of her clitoris. 

Benjie was lying still, but his body was tense, and Jane had her eagerly 
drooling mouth poised in a sucking "O" just above the trembling cockhead 
when they heard footsteps on the concrete of the driveway that came around 
the house, and a familiar voice called "Hey, Benjie! Hey, Miz Murray! Where 
are you?" 

There was no trace of panic in Jane's breast as she rolled off the couch. 
She kissed Benjie hard, smiling at him as she reached for a playsuit. 

"Get your trunks on and go out," she whispered. "Don't worry about him-I 
know how to handle him, believe me!" 

As she stepped into the revealing playsuit, standing where she would be 
shielded from any watcher on the outside, she grinned at the effortless 
strategy which Benjie displayed. He had immediately darted into the kitchen, 
and his bright trunks were already on him. He's a schemer, Jane thought 
admiringly, and was proud of his ability to think under pressure. 

She heard the kitchen door open onto the patio outside, and Benjie's voice: 
"Hi, Chuck! I was just getting a drink. What the hell are you doing here? I 
thought you were sort of against Miz Murray." 

She heard Chuck hiss: "Shut up, you fool! Do you want to ruin things for 
me?" And then there was the rise and fall of young voices, but she could not 
make out their words. 

From her inner store of adventure-love and sexual strength, Jane felt a 
hidden surge of fuck-fever well up in her, a desire centered on the two 
boys. And with it, a daring, mischievous compulsion to stick her tongue out 
at fate, a childish need to laugh in the face of danger. 

She had gone upstairs and was in her room, and now she went to the big rear 
window and called out: "Who's down there with you, Benjie? It sounds like 
that lovely, wonderful friend of yours. Is it you, Chuck?" 

The two boys moved out where she could see them, looking up at her, and 
Chuck's young, homely face was so free of guilt that, for a moment, she 
doubted Benjie. Then the tall boy spoke and smiled, and there was such a 
scheming, crafty quality in his forced grin that she knew she couldn't trust 
him. But the spirit of mischief, the desire to pay him off for his perfidy, 
still delighted her, and she cried gaily: "Come on up, you two, while I 
dress!" 

She stepped into her big clothes closet as she heard them coming along the 
hall, and stepped out with an armload of fluffy clothes protecting her from 
the front. She heard Chuck draw in a breath, and purposely let her load of 
garments move down, so that one of her fine breasts was bared, and one long, 
beautiful leg was exposed up to where it joined her body. She was also aware 
that her naked backside was limned in the tall mirror, so that both boys 
could see it, and she was pleased at Benjie's cool. Without a doubt, he had 
totally accepted her avowal that she could take care of any trouble that 
Chuck or his father or his entire church might bring on her, and his 
expression showed that he was enjoying the sex parade Jane was putting on. 

Her eyes sparkled as she said: "What shall I wear, Chuck? You saw me in my 
plain old bare skin last night-which of these pretties would you like to see 
me in?" 

She tossed the armload of negligees and nightwear on the bed, totally 
unconcerned that she stood naked, blonde cunt the central point, her proudly 
tilted breasts above, her woman's form so gently molded for love and lust. 

She enjoyed the unrehearsed start which Chuck made, the instant, involuntary 
gesture his hand made toward his crotch, and held up a diaphonous shortie 
nightgown before her. "Is this too thick?" she asked coyly. "Or too long?" 
and she lifted one perfect thigh to show that the gown did not quite cover 
her patch of hair. "Would you like to help me get it on, Chuck?" 

She felt no shame at using her sex to disconcert this boy. If what Benjie 
said were true, and she did not doubt it any longer, she meant to use him 
and her sexual power over him to blunt any attack which might come from his 
father. 

She laid the thin nightie in his big hands, and turned slowly, giving him 
every chance to see every little goodie she possessed, so plain now, in this 
good light. And at last, when he clumsily tried to help her, with his face 
going red and confused as his fingers seemed to turn into thumbs, she 
warmly, firmly, thoroughly stroked his hardening cock through the fabric of 
his swim trunks. 

She knew it would be too much for him, but had not thought it might also be 
too much for her, and she could not help taking advantage of his 
helplessness, his boyish lust, his juvenile confusion. 

Looking past him at Benjie, who smiled and shrugged, convinced that she 
could, in fact, handle any situation, she gave the boy a conspiratorial wink 
and gently moved toward the big bed. 

"I can't help it," she gasped, pulling Chuck's face down to hers. "Kiss me, 
Chuck! Oh, my dear! Let me see your cock, your huge, lovely, hard cock!" She 
waved her fingers toward Benjie, hoping that he understood she was 
exaggerating her interest, and used the other hand to try to push Chuck's 
surfers down, panting for real as she saw it come bursting into the light, 
its broad, soft head turned dark reddish-purple from his violent heat. 

She felt that teasing stab of hidden itch, that wild inner frenzy that 
brought a hot trickle of clear cunt ooze rolling down her inner thigh. And 
then, holding the skinny boy's cock in a firm grasp, she said thickly: "Let 
me suck it a minute, just to get it good and slick!" 

"Oh, blessed Lord Jesus," Chuck said in a rasping whisper, his eyes closed 
against the swirl of desire that tightened his young balls. "Go easy, Miz 
Murray! Owww! Oh, that's tender!" He fucked against her mouth, where it had 
knowingly, warmly closed on his cockhead, and Jane felt the hard bar with 
its cushioned head touch the back of her throat. 

She backed away, just for the rank pleasure of wrapping her tongue around 
the gamely scented mouthful, and tweaked the kid's big balls with rough 
tenderness. 

She pulled her mouth away, wishing she could swallow that load of cum, but 
still more, wanting that implacable gut wrench stretching the sensitive, 
strong walls and opening of her cunt. 

"Benjie," she said softly, "get on the bed. No, turn that way. Chuck," to 
the tall boy who now was kneeling, confused, his cock jerking slightly with 
his every heartbeat, "get behind me, on your side. Let me suck that big 
thing again-there, he's slick enough.... 

She felt the gathering of sexual fire in her loins, in her vagina, around 
the mouth of her womb, and closed her eyes against the shivery thought of 
that unbelievable young cock smashing against her cervix. Benjie's eager 
cock, still awaiting its own turn at cumming, was hard again, and right at 
her lips. Her voice was husky with deep need as she said: "I want you to see 
everything. Look in that mirror, Chuck. You can see Benjie's prick going in 
my mouth. When he comes, you'll see him jerk, and you can see my throat work 
when I swallow his jism!" 

ChuckVvoice was a croak: "You're going to swallow it?" he asked, and she 
could feel his cock jerk strongly against her ass. 

"Sure," she said through wet lips. "Here, give me your cock. In my hand. I 
want to guide it in. Ooooh, that's going to be so good!" She felt her 
cuntlips, literally lathered with the juice that had built up under Benjie's 
tongue, under all this play-acting, and parted them with her little finger 
before she began strongly wiping Chuck's hard tool up and down in the hotly 
streaming slit. 

With her lips, she gently nibbled at the flaming head of Benjie's cock, 
moving her head toward it, and the eager boy pushed in quickly, jumping as 
he felt the warm, strong curl of her tongue go around it, lick it. He shoved 
hard, loving the close feel as he went beyond her tonsils, deep into her 
throat. That dumb cocksucker of a Chuck! Of course Miz Murray would swallow 
it! She loved it! Anybody but some dumb Junior High School girl would 
swallow it! 

He heard his tall friend groan, and felt Miz Murray leap convulsively. In 
the mirror, plain as day, he saw Chuck's big tool come out, shining with the 
beloved nectar which Jane's cunt provided so generously, and the sight made 
the closing of her throat muscles all the more unbearably lovely. 

He felt a warm hand tugging at his leg, and lifted it so that his thigh lay 
across her shoulders. He looked down and saw the puffed out nipple and 
areola of the breast nearest his hand, and began to squeeze it, hard, as she 
liked, and she quickly reached down to her cunt, the upper part of its lips 
not being touched by Chuck's tool, and wiped up some of the gooey stream 
with her hand. 

She held the fingers to Benjie's lips, and, over the quivering hair and his 
smooth young belly, she saw his grin of surprised joy. 

He felt the cum-itch touch him, and closed his eyes, hoping to prolong this 
marvelous treat, but could not stand it, and opened his eyes to get the full 
effect of the lewd picture in the mirror. 

They had somehow fucked themselves a little more away from the glass, and he 
could see Jane's cunt, seeming to be pulling out with each withdrawal of his 
friend's prick, see the broad, shiny stream of slick juice which was being 
pumped out to spread and run down the beautiful curve of her soft asscheek. 

He felt, rather than heard, her deep moan; its vibrations gave a new rising 
of hot feel in his youthful cock, and the nipple between his fingers grew 
harder and harder. There was a sudden cool feeling in his cock; Jane had 
pulled her mouth away from it, but she was jerking it very softly, very 
sweetly, with her warm hand, and was sucking both his balls deep inside her 
mouth. He looked up to see Chuck's eyes, bright with fuck-mania, regarding 
him steadily, and he felt Jane's unseen hand working behind him, pressing on 
his asshole. 

With a desperate effort, he arched his back so that his face went down to 
her pussy; she raised her leg and tossed it over his head, so that he could 
jam his lips and tongue right into the upper part of her cunt, where the 
cushioned pubis divided, where the overhang of flesh, now drawn back by her 
movement, left her excited clitoris open to him. 

Right at his eyes, Chuck's cock, richly slick with Jane's cum, plunged in 
and out; as he drew back his lips to close in on the twitching bud of nerves 
and flesh, they were grazed, in and out, in and out, by the slam of the 
other boy's meat. 

Every lively nerve in Jane's mouth and tongue was feverishly trying to get 
everything--feel, taste, aroma, smoothness, heat, action-that Benjie's 
boyishly enthusiastic cock could give her. Her throat muscles, swallowing 
steadily, felt the smooth, hard slide of hard peter, with its marvelously 
silken head. 

She was pleasured beyond belief in her cunt, where Chuck's big tool was 
going as deep as any prick had ever been in her. He was stabbing at her 
cervix so powerfully that it pained her with a gut-deep pain, so lovely that 
tears were streaming down her cheeks. And, now that that beautiful, 
perceptive little man, Benjie-my Baby Benjie, she thought, enraptured-was 
rolling his hard, sweet tongue over her bursting clit, she soared upward, 
slowly at first, then faster, faster, higher, further, into that world of 
warm black light where her pulse seemed louder than any bass drum, and her 
throat strained as she screamed silently as Benjie's sperm shot into her 
throat. 

Behind her, she heard the lanky thirteen-year-old wheeze and pant as he 
plunged into her, deeper, harder, but was only intent on the musky, saline 
delicacy of Benjie's seed, his thickly curdling jets of semen, letting it 
flow around and under her tongue, getting all of its savor, then, sucking it 
down to her welcoming belly. 

She let the smaller boy's softening prick go, giving him a long, sucking 
kiss on his balls, and quickly turned so that Chuck's hard cock was jerked 
out of her. 

He screamed in disappointment, but leaped with joy as she went down on him, 
driving her head at him so hard that half his cock bent and twisted into her 
throat. 

He opened his eyes to watch it, ashamed that he could not get his gun off in 
that marvelously tight and active sheath, and saw little Benjie, his eyes 
bright with lust, diving into the blonde-lipped, wide open pussy, his tongue 
working into the slit, reaching, delving, while his lips sucked busily. The 
sight of it was just what Chuck needed. 

"Ohhhh my God!" he cried, pumping furiously as his big wad of sperm boiled 
up his tubes, spurting against the sucked-in cheeks of the lovely, mature 
woman. For a moment, he loved her deeply, forgetting his hypocritical 
disgust of the night before, forgetting the crude condemnations, partly 
lies, that he had sounded to his father. He felt her sucking, unbelievably, 
he saw she was swallowing his cum, and he let the great feeling go through 
him. 

Jane was groggy with sated passion as she let her mouth slide from Chuck's 
penis and rolled onto her back, her tongue automatically feeling for any 
stray drops of youthful sperm that might have slipped from her closed lips. 
She felt no anger at Chuck in spite of her certainty of his conniving plot, 
only a remote adoration for the male prowess, the male equipment, the 
lovely, slick juice that shot in fantastically generous gushes from those 
strong, delicate balls. At her pussy, tired, warm, happy, she felt Benjie's 
breath, and put her hand in his shock of dark hair, patting him lovingly. 

"Only thing I didn't like about that was that I couldn't let it all hang 
out, and scream like a fire siren." She tousled Benjie's hair and said: "I 
really let it go, don't I Benjie?" 

He leaned close to her and she kissed his face thoroughly, once more 
enjoying the flavors from her cunt, reminding her of old joys. "What do you 
think, Benjie, shall we ask Chuck to have lunch with us?" and, as he drew 
away, she winked at him. 

"Sure, why not?" he asked and smiled. "The food's great around here, but 
none of it's as great as this," and he patted her wet pussy. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jane moved around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bright towel around her 
loins. It was very hot, and she had sweated heavily; it was one of the 
enjoyable features of the mini-orgy that the acridity and salt of male sweat 
mingled in her mouth with the slickness and mild salinity of male jism. 

She heard the boys talking, heard voices raised as if in anger, but the two 
were friendly enough when they came into the kitchen, although Chuck looked 
a bit wary. 

They ate cold ham and cold crab cakes with fresh bread and kosher kill 
pickles. Jane had a beer and gave milk to the boys. She remembered a dish of 
hard boiled eggs she had in the fridge and got up to get them. When she came 
back, Benjie playfully put an arm around her bare rump, and she 
affectionately leaned against him, his young, flushed face feeling warm 
against her smooth belly. 

She looked at Chuck to try and guess if this morning's fun had had any 
effect on his attitudes, and could not tell anything. Benjie's hand, 
creeping under the towel, brushed against wet pubic hair, and he made a 
small sound of pleasure. Chuck looked at them both, trying to smile. 

"Go on, Benjie, ask her," he said. "You promised you would." He looked 
fussed, and Jane, who had always found it hard to sustain ill feeling 
against any male who fucked her, said: "Ask me what?" 

"Well," Benjie said, drawing the word out, "Chuck wanted me to ask you if 
you-like, uh, you know-ever went out shopping or anything like that. In the 
afternoon, I mean." Benjie, too, was flushed with effort. 

"Wait a minute," she said. "You and Chuck want to bring a girl over here. 
What'shername. Yes, I remember now. Kedra. Chuck's little cousin, right?" 
She chuckled. "Need a little more privacy?" 

"Hold on," Jane said coolly. "Let's not race our motors. This sounds like it 
might be fun. But I don't get it, Chuck. Somehow, just as a sort of 
intuitive feeling, not only last night, but just a little while ago, that 
you might be cooled out a little on sex. You seemed sort of, oh, I don't 
know, disapproving." 

"No, ma'am, Miz Murray, not really," Chuck denied. He flashed a killing look 
at Benjie. "I was, well, sort of, maybe taken by surprise last night. I'm 
sort of scared of grown people. Most of them are real tough on kids." 

"You told me that, last night, Chuck. You seemed to want to be friends, 
then. But you didn't seem'so enthusiastic about it this morning. Or am I 
wrong?" 

Chuck hung his head. "I'm kind of mixed up, Miz Murray," he admitted. "A lot 
of things are happening to me, here lately. Sometimes, I swear I don't know 
what's wrong and what's right." He said. "Benjie takes everything I say 
seriously. I guess it's real nervy of me-of us-to want to bring, uh, another 
girl over here." 

Jane was completely entranced with the boy. Even if Benjie had understood 
exactly what Chuck had said, and even if the older boy had meant it, he had, 
superficially at least, endeared himself to her. That phrase, "another gir!" 
was sweet and charming. To be classed as a girl by this juvenile, even if he 
had lumped her in with "grown ups" before, was delightful. 

She looked at Benjie, who was slightly discomfited. 

"I think it would be just lovely," Jane said. "Bring your little sister, 
too, Chuck. The one that, you know, watches. Did you plan on bringing her?" 

The tall boy flushed deeply. "You don't even sound like you thought there 
was anything wrong in that, either, Miz Murray," the boy said. "Well, she's 
human. I know she wants it. She ought to, anyhow. She really ought to." His 
voice was rising as though he were trying to convince himself as well as 
Jane. "Besides," he said, "I know she likes Benjie, and he's my friend." 

Jane felt no irony as she said: "Well, those certainly are some pretty good 
reasons. I agree with you, that she ought to want it. Does she really like 
to watch? I mean, does she really look closely while you and Benjie are 
fucking Kedra?" She felt her voice get tight, heard it come from her throat 
with a husky note. 

"She gets her nose right up Kedra's ass, Miz Murray, the boy declared 
firmly. "She must be as hot as a firecracker. I can't tell, because she 
doesn't holler or wiggle or anything, but I swear I think she pops her 
nuts-oh, pardon me, ma'am-every time Kedra does." 

"And is Kedra all that hot?" Jane asked. It was important to her, somehow, 
that she know all she could about these two daring young girls. She giggled, 
herself feeling a bit school girlish, heat in her belly, excitement clogging 
her throat. 

Chuck made a rather comical face. "All I can say is, she's always ready, 
right, Benjie? and you don't ever have to spit on your dick when you put it 
in her-she's juicy, real juicy. Like you, Miz Murray," he acknowledged. "And 
she seems to be cumming all the time, yelling, humping, grabbing you, 
throwing you clear off unless you hang on. Really hot, yes, ma'am." 

"Benjie says she won't let you eat her pussy," Jane said, wondering if this 
knowledge on her part would turn the boy off. 

"Naw, the idiot," Chuck said. "One time she did, when she and I first began 
to do it-she didn't even have any hair on it then, and it wasn't anything 
much to look at. Or to taste, either. It was the idea I liked. And then, I 
wanted her to suck me off." 

"And did she?" Jane asked, her heart beating heavily. This was great. This 
was sex. A new dimension. She had fucked with others around, many times. But 
never with young kids going at each other, never with a young girl frozen 
into a safety she might have hated, but hungrily watching another girl "get 
it" as Chuck said. 

"Yeah, goddamn it," Chuck said. "But when I began to cum, she jerked her 
mouth away and let me shoot it all over the furniture. Jesus, Miz Murray, 
you swallowed it!" 

His voice was worshipful, unbelieving. "Mine and Benjie's too." 

Jane moved away from where Benjie still had an arm around her. 

Let's change the subject;" she said lightly, or I'll get so hot I'll have 
both you studs upstairs, fucking all that jism out of you so you won't be 
able to do Kedra any good. Or Frannie, either. It is Frannie, isn't it?" 

"Yeah." Chuck was obviously relieved, obviously excited. "Don't worry about 
Frannie. As long as one of us can get it up to stick it in Kedra, that's all 
Frannie wants. The dummy!" 

"You really would like to see your sister get into it, wouldn't you Chuck? 
Is that something new with this generation? That boys like to see their 
sister getting screwed?" 

"Don't put anything like that on my back," he said defensively. "I know guys 
that fuck their sisters. What's wrong with it if they both want to? If 
they're doing it with strangers, why not keep it in the family? If a girl 
wants it and isn't getting it, she'd probably appreciate her brother giving 
it to her." 

"Of course," Jane said, placing her hand on Chuck's head. "It's okay. When 
do you want to do it?" 

Benjie squirmed, looking guilty. "Look, Miz Murray," he said, "this wasn't 
my idea. Chuck sort of pushed me." He stopped. 

"All right," Chuck said. "It's not Benjie's fault. None of it. But I just 
thought-hell, Miz Murray, the way you were last night, I figured you'd do 
anything. Anything with sex in it," he finished. 

"I still don't get it," Jane said, and then a light hit her. "My God!" she 
said beginning to laugh. "You mean you already invited them? You were that 
sure, Chuck?" 

The tall boy, blushing again, tried to meet her eyes, then, following her 
example, produced a laugh. "They're here right now, Miz Murray. They rode 
their bicycles over right behind me," he said. 

Jane shook her head unbelievingly. "Bring them in," she said. "Or would it 
be better if I asked them in?" 

"No, ma'am, better let me. They're kind of skittery," Chuck explained. 
"They've been waiting quite a while." 

Some ancient vestige of propriety made Jane run upstairs and put on a dress. 
It barely was a dress, since it stopped just below the plump, firm cheeks of 
her ass, and in a good light, one could see a few tendrils of crisp, curly 
blonde hair below the hemline. But she was covered, and she trotted down the 
stairs almost breathless, feeling a strange excitement rise in her breast. 

She was almost knocked off her feet. She had expected rather hard, defiant, 
gum-chewing delinquents, but instead, these were quiet, well mannered young 
ladies. Twelve years old? Unbelievable! This generation! she thought. When I 
was twelve, we looked twelve! 

And Chuck introduced them without a hitch, as though he were a graduate of 
the La Jolla Cotillion Club. Jane was impressed. 

She knew which one was Kedra without being told. "She's got big old tits," 
Benjie had said, and those lovely breasts did look big on that small, 
brown-haired girl, her young face completely devoid of any make-up, even eye 
shadow, and her long, straight hair as clean and shining as her face. 

And Frannie was just unbelievable. Almost as tall as Jane, with a sweetly 
solemn look on her young face, framed in blonde hair, and a body that was 
just beginning to ripen. Clean boy-style shirt, jeans faded nearly white, 
with the big patches that all kids, boys and girls, seemed to feel were 
obligatory. 

"It's so nice of you to let us come, Miz Murray," Kedra said, and then, 
apparently feeling she might have said something wrong, blushed and said, "I 
mean to let us come over" and Benjie, trying to smother a laugh, exploded, 
and the ice was broken. 

Jane reach out her arms, and Kedra, blushing slightly, clung to the older 
woman, shaking a little, and Jane was worried until she realized the girl 
was quivering with laughter. 

The solemn look had gone from Frannie's face, and Jane, suddenly feeling an 
incredible kinship with these two half-grown children, held out her arms to 
the tall blonde girl. And got a warm, pleasant shock. 

It had been sweet and warm, holding the first youngster, but there was 
something closer, more intimate, in this brief touch of Frannie Knowles 
against her own sensitive body. In the first place, it had to be the 
breasts. Possibly not as large as Kedra's. But very definitely there, and 
exactly the right placement to press their hard nipples exactly on Jane's. 
But there was more to it than that, too. 

There was an invisible something, a sort of current, between them, the woman 
of thirty-six, the girl just a few months past twelve. It was a girl-to-girl 
feeling, and Frannie knew it even before Jane, for she moved in an almost 
imperceptible way, her smooth young belly going from side to side, her young 
crotch rubbing ever so gently against Jane's. 

And suddenly, Jane knew there was such a thing as ESP, knew that she had 
sensed this girl's presence long before Chuck had mentioned her and her 
cousin being outdoors. Without self-consciousness, she kissed the girl on 
her cheek, and the tall child wriggled closer as if she would push her body 
clear into Jane's, murmuring something Jane did not quite catch, although it 
definitely ended in sister. 

If they don't feel guilty or embarrassed, I damn sure don't, Jane thought, 
feeling somehow enriched, and she pulled back to look directly into 
Frannie's eyes, then kissed her full on the mouth. "Did you call me 
'sister'?" she asked softly, and the tall child hugged her hard, laughing 
delightedly, and replied: "Yes, I did. And I never met anybody any more my 
sister than you!" 

Kedra was holding tightly to Chuck, adoring him with her eyes, her young, 
firm body warmly pressed against the ungainly youth, and she looked at Jane, 
shaking her head, and said: "I never knew Fran to talk like that before. Oh, 
Miz Murray, are you really like the boys said? I just can't believe it!" She 
reached out and touched Jane's nearest breast, looked at Frannie and said: 
"She hasn't got any bra on!" in a tone of wonder. 

"No panties, either," the tall girl said. "Oh, she's so tough! So 
marvelous!" She hugged Jane again, fiercely this time, and the older woman, 
completely relaxed and at home, said: "How am I tough, Fran?" 

The girl kissed her. "Not T-O-U-G-H, TOUGH, Miz Murray. It's T-U-F-F, tough. 
It's a kid's word; we got it from some people from up in Los Angeles. It 
means beautiful, and that's what you are. Beautiful, but more than that, 
too. Not just to look at, but to know and love. I believe it, Kedra. I 
believe we can do anything here that we could do anywhere "More," Jane said, 
laughing. "Here, you can be comfortable. Nobody can come in on you, nobody 
can yell at you, you won't have to be looking over your shoulder." 

Kedra was taking her dress off over her head, a very short dress, or tunic, 
over a slick pair of hot-pans. "Miz Murray," she said, with her first 
giggle, "once I get started, I couldn't look over my shoulder, because I'm, 
well, on my back! And once these two nasty boys," and she made a face at 
Chuck and Benjie, "get one of their cocks into me, the Devil himself 
couldn't stop me!" She stood still, with her magnificent breasts, so alive 
in their rounded beauty, tremling on her rib cage, and turned to Chuck. "I 
believe it all," she said. "Where's the bed?" 

They all seemed to crowd together, going up the steps, and Jane found 
herself, with her arm around Frannie, feeling the young girl's breasts with 
the same wild enthusiasm as she felt when she handled a male cock. She 
looked at the blonde child's happy, flushed face, felt the play of strong 
and youthful muscles beneath her sensitive arm, and, as someone else had 
said-Jane couldn't remember just who it was: "I don't believe it!" and then, 
with a catch in her breath, said: "But I do believe it! I do!" 

In the big bedroom, Kedra looked around. "Beautiful!" she said. "You know 
something, Miz Murray?" and Jane put up a hand. 

"I've been Miz Murrayed to death around here the last couple of days," she 
said smilingly. "I know I'm old enough to be your mother, all of you, but if 
I'm young enough to, well, fuck around with you, then all of you are old 
enough to call me Jane. Hear! No rriore of the Miz Murray stuff. Just Jane!" 

"Okay, Jane," Kedra said and laughed. She had kicked off a pair of canvas 
loafers and pulled the hot-pants down and off. Her lovely little loins were 
encased in clean, virginal white nylon panties, and Jane felt her heart 
hammering as she saw the dark wetness in the depths of the girl's crotch. 
Without thinking, she stepped forward and put her hand gently between the 
smooth young thighs. 

"Girl," she whispered, "You're all right!" 

Behind her, the blonde girl said: "Feel me, Jane!" in a voice so charged 
with urgency that Jane wheeled and hugged Frannie to her. 

The girl had pulled the shirt out and pushed the faded Levi's down and off; 
with them went her skimpy panties, and once more Jane felt her heart stop 
and then hammer all the harder. 

The soft lips of that virgin cleft were lightly covered with very short, 
very light blonde hair, but the outer skin, not yet coarsened by adulthood, 
showed cleanly pink and white through the light cross-hatching of fine 
curls, and the demure split seemed so delicate, so alive, that it was like 
the trembling mouth of a young girl ready to laugh-or to cry. 

For as long as she could remember, Jane Murray had been interested in sex. 
Since adolescence, she had been into it, one way and another-real sex, 
meaning full sexual relations with the opposite sex. Fucking, sucking, 
fingering, exploring-everything. Because she was that blessed creature, a 
truly hot woman. 

But never, in any circumstance, had she felt warmer, more pulsing and 
tender, more sensitive, more on fire than when she saw this tender pussy, so 
heartbreaklingly young, so richly mature. 

While this went through her mind she was pulling the short dress over her 
head; she would not let this first full contact be marred by some damnable 
interference of fabric, no matter how thin. 

The warmth she had felt when she first hugged Fran was hyped to an 
unbearable degree of fleshly delight as she held the delightful girl's body 
to hers, but she obeyed the request to "feel me" in a subtler way than with 
Kedra. 

Her left arm held the young girl tightly against her; her right hand went 
smoothly, warmly down behind, between the firm, round young buttocks, and 
gently but forcefully up into the wet and flowing vale where the tiny pink 
mouth of Fran's vagina was pouring out her inner substance, the slick, sweet 
juice from the writhing darkness deep within the healthy, hungering young 
body. 

Jane let her fingers press on all of it, the lightly fuzzed lips, slippery 
with Frannie's joy-juice, the soft and thickly fashioned cuntlips, the 
gently closed top inch of the cleft where a soft nubbin of nervous, 
frightened, welcoming clitoris was shyly hiding and begging to be found. She 
felt the warm, springy flesh of the girl's mons pubis, and her thumb, arched 
back in the deep valley between the smoothly muscled ass cheeks, slid in the 
pussy nectar as it felt and pushed against a virgin asshole. 

She realized that she had closed her eyes to heighten the joy of her sense 
of feel, and in the conscious flash that she was thinking more of her 
pleasure than of Fran's, she drew her face back to look into the girl's 
clear blue eyes and almost choked on tears at the bright passion, the fire 
of love, in the quiet child's lovely face. 

Slowly, with a sense of both ritual and destiny, she opened her lips and 
they went to Frannie's sweetly opened mouth like a needle to the people 
their kiss was like silent thunder, black lightning, in the two locked 
bodies. The child's mouth was sweeter than syrup, her tongue a smoothly 
pliant, warmly welcoming blessing. Jane felt her breasts actually burning 
with their own private lust, as wise in sensitivity as her finger tips, so 
that they actually perceived the impression of the young girl's nipples, now 
shyly thrusting out, deep rose-pink in their tender graininess, boring into 
her own soft, deeply aroused flesh. 

And very gently, almost imperceptibly, wanting the knowledge of her act as 
badly as she had wanted Chuck's cock in her cunt, and Benjie's in her 
throat, she let one finger go tenderly into the tender little cunt, into the 
strong and slippery ring of muscle and membrane, deep into the dark and 
clasping throat of it, in beyond the grainy, sweet lump of glandular tissue 
just inside the upper part of the vagina, into the flowing, sucking, 
twisting sheath that had begun to tremble with a deep, sweet power, deep 
enough to feel the hard, smooth ring of muscle that closes woman's womb, 
feeling the girl's entire body give way to the flush of sex-flame that swept 
them both. 

Jane was as unconscious of the others in the room as if they had been on 
another planet; Frannie's smooth, firm thighs, so unexpected on a barely 
pubescent girl, had opened, and Jane's own leg, as warm and smooth as the 
young girl's, went between them in the same bold gesture that every 
cunt-hunting boy uses to part the legs and warm the belly of the girl he's 
after. 

She had not released her lips' grip on Frannie's tongue; the warm sweetness 
made the contact a feast, and the blonde girl's arms, gripped about Jane's 
waist, kept their bellies smoothly together. It was, again, a sort of ESP 
that told them both: "Lie down; sink to the floor; enjoy! Enjoy!" 

If Jane could have heard anything beyond the hammering of her blood or the 
fierceness of her own and Fran's breathing, she would have been conscious of 
a quiet and joyous dismay, gasping unbelief, happy whispers, a quaking sort 
of stillness behind her. 

The sparkling child with the woman's breasts, her own crisp cunt hair so 
dark with cum-flow where it curled over the division of her outer lips, had 
sat back on the bed, her mouth open with passion and surprise. "I can't 
believe it!" she whispered, over and over. 

The two boys, less esthetically attracted but stood stock still, cocks risen 
to the cumming point, breathing raggedly. 

When Jane, sinking down over the acquiescent girl, gently parted the firm 
thighs and lifted the girl's knees, Frannie smiled joyously without opening 
her eyes, and clasped Jane's head briefly. Benjie was inspired enough to 
pull a pillow from the bed and Jane took it, and Fran, sensing what was 
wanted with her eyes closed, pushed her strong young body up so that Jane 
could arrange the pillow under the beautiful, softly flaring hips. 

The girl's knees opened wide, the pink slash of her cunt came wide open with 
a kissing sound, and Kedra, getting down from the bed and looking intently 
from a few inches away, turned to Jane with quick tears in her eyes and 
whispered: "Beautiful! So beautiful!" 

The taste of that young cunt was so richly beyond description that Jane, her 
mouth close against as much of it as her distended lips could reach, felt a 
quick wash of orgasm flood her own belly. But some deep, pure desire for the 
girl's pleasure made her hold it back. Warm, soft thighs pressed her cheeks 
and neck, the underside of them caressed her shoulders, her chin was in the 
slick, warm crevice where the shy, pinkly wrinkled anus lay hidden and 
clasping. 

The delicate, persuasive aromas of lust, of healthy, blood-gorged young 
cunt, widely open, hotly flowing, were piercingly sweet. So sweet, so 
suckling-wild that Jane had to close her eyes to keep from swirling into a 
craziness that would have, might have, endangered those full, sweet inner 
lips. 

As it was, Jane's body surged again and again with minor orgasms, the big 
tendons on the inside of her thighs drawn taut as cables, for her position 
kept her own ass in the air, wide spread, her tits softly, achingly, 
deliciously in contact with the luxurious shag carpet, her arms around 
Frannie's thighs, her hands squeezing the child's lovely, firmly youthful 
breasts in time to the rhythm of her tonguing kisses inside the shuddering 
cunt. 

She fought against complete orgasmic convulsion, wanting the keen pleasure 
of taste and feel and smell to be undiluted by the delirium of her own full 
passion, but she felt a tautening in the young blonde's belly and thighs, a 
frantic, convulsive writhing of the cunt muscles, even fancied she could 
hear a louder drumming of the heart whose beat sent blood to these streaming 
labial ridges. 

She had had as much as she could stand, and knew, somehow, that the twisting 
young body under her gums had also reached its outer limits, so, without a 
change except in the position of her head, she sucked deeply at the girl's 
clit. Fiercely, tenderly, with a suction just short of sadistic torture, 
Jane used her strong lips, her muscular tongue, to give that entire area the 
sweetest pain it would ever know. 

The strong young thighs locked around the older woman's ears, but they could 
not shut out the deep, womanly screams of completion which racked Fran's 
entire body. Every muscle seemed to tense and relax and tense again, the 
juvenile form undulating with all its strength, while the quivering cunt, 
all of it, from the first hair down and into the unskilled but wildly 
questing vagina, in the powerful muscles of the perinium, in the sweetly 
puckered, blood-pink asshole, shook and clamped and twisted in loving, 
agonized ecstasy, in long, burning quakes of screaming nerves. 

When Fran was quiet, Jane collapsed, sobbing, with her face on the soft, 
still twitching belly, her arms numb with the shock of feelings explosively 
drained away, her sexuality built into a high, vibrating mass of energy deep 
in her womb, charged like an atom bomb, but stored so that she could enjoy 
the aftershocks of deep experience with the sweetly girlish human being she 
had so fully possessed, had so completely known. Fran's thighs were relaxed, 
so relaxed that they would have fallen completely open if not for Jane's 
numb arms, but, every so often, the muscles on their warm inside planes 
would gather and flutter as some hidden vestige of orgasm, coming from deep 
in the slick and delicately fashioned reproductive system, echoed the happy 
cumming of Frannie. 

There was noise and movement on the bed just at her left, and Jane, 
regaining strength and sanity and humor, got up on her knees. It was a sight 
of rare, contagious beauty. 

Chuck, on his knees between the trimly perfect thighs of the tiny brown 
haired girl, was licking her pussy with long, sure strokes. Every three or 
four seconds, he would stop, pull back, hold the dripping young cunt open, 
look at it, then plunge down to suck its flowing nectar from the blood-red 
hole. His cock, getting hard, was encrusted with drying jism and girl-juice. 

On the bed, her sweet young body twisted, her eyes closed, Kedra was taking 
Benjie's prick deep into her gullet, encouraging his deep thrusts by 
grunting, pulling gently at his balls, and, with her powerful throat 
muscles, softly closing on the tender head of his cock as it plunged hard 
into her gullet. 

Benjie's hoarse shout: "Aaauuuggghhh! Oh, baby, baby, baby! Suck me! Ohhh 
God! Ohhh Kedra! Sucksucksuck!" 

The faster tempo of the girl's throat movements, the pearly white drops 
which oozed from the corners of her sweet mouth, told their tale of an 
almighty cum, and, as he rolled on his back, a hard little paw still 
clutching deeply into the soft flesh of one of the girl's abundant tits, her 
own screams: "Oh! Oh, Chuckie! Here I cum! Here I CCCUUUMMMMM! Jesus, hold 
me! Eat! Eat! Eat!" 

The big kid with the whopping prick glued his mouth to her spasming young 
twat, his throat working as his hard tongue lashed into her hole, up to her 
straining, jerking clitoris. With a wild shout, he straightened up, the head 
of his tool swollen to a gorgeous, blood-shiny, deep purple, tightened in 
readiness for a mighty jerk and gush of sperm, and jammed it hard and deep 
into the wildly gyrating bottom, bulls-eyeing his cock, just beginning to 
shoot his heavy load, right into the quivering red folds where sensation had 
already built to a painfully, intensely beautiful spasm of love and lust. 

He was so strong and she was so small that his lunges carried her higher on 
the bed, his cock seeming fit to split that tender pussy with its puffed 
lips lathered in his cum and hers, but she was upping and downing with the 
youthful power of strong back muscles, closing on him with a cunt trained, 
wildly happy, richly talented. 

Jane, her attention riveted on the beautifully lascivious picture of youth 
abandoned to its sex powers, saw in her peripheral vision a moving body, and 
there was the lovely Fran, bright smears of girl cum oozing down her thighs, 
clasping the slim but opulent form of her cousin, both weeping, kissing as 
though they could never stop. 

Benjie and Chuck, shiny with sweat, mouths hanging slackly open, but 
smiling, watched giddily as the cousins rolled in warm embrace. The two 
pairs of closed eyes were leaking tears that had to be tears of joy 
released. The fierce writhing of their lips, the movement of the muscles in 
young throats, told that they were tongue-sucking with a desperate love, a 
desperate show of understanding and affection. 

Both of their young cunts flashed open as they rolled on the big bed, both 
tight little holes gaping as wide as they could, from total orgasm not yet 
cooled. The inner lips, still swollen with fuck-feeling and coursing blood, 
were wet and slick and, when the light hit them, as translucent as neon 
light. Each of them trailed drools of cum and spit, with Kedra's squeezing 
out the milk-white evidences of Chuck's virility. 

And strangely, Jane did not feel left out. She was a part of, not apart 
from, this brilliant clutch of humanity. Her cunt and its feelings seemed 
sucked up inside her, ready to cum out in a shattering burst of wild 
happiness. She wanted all that she saw. The cunt of Kedra as well as the 
cunt of her new beloved, Frannie. She wanted the young lips of all four of 
them at her breasts, at her tingling pussy. She wanted the two potent young 
pricks, not just in her cunt and in her mouth, but up her ass and storming 
into her tender bowels, shooting their slick loads into her guts. 

And she would have them. All of them. Not just for her use, but so they 
could use her, use the sanctuary of her rich home, the protection of her 
name and money. 

Her body ached with this new love. She was ready for anything. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"It's kind of hard to say when you really become a woman," Fran said. She 
was sitting on the big bed, arms clasped around her shins, her chin on her 
knees. Because the swelling of fierce orgasm had not departed from between 
her fat young cuntlips, the slash of her sex gleamed pinkly. "It's not just 
when you get hair on your pussy, or your boobs swell and get to feeling 
good, or when you get that drawn-down feeling in your guts, and sweet blood 
and used-up you trickles out. Did you," she asked, her eyes dreamy, her 
young face softly happy, "did you ever taste that flow? It belongs to us, 
you know. It is us. When I knew that, I learned to love it." 

Jane, lying on her back near the blonde girl, put her hand on the smooth, 
warm thigh. "That's wonderful," she breathed. "I did it, the first time I 
knew that deep, pushing flow. I read where a doctor, a team of doctors, 
shorten a girl's period to a matter of a few hours, simply by putting a 
suction pump into the vagina and getting out in an hour what it takes nature 
four or five days to drain off." 

She shivered, closing her eyes. "Think what it would be like, when you get 
your period, Frannie, to come over to my house, to lie in my bed, to let me 
suck all of that out of you! Oh, God!" she cried. "It's so beautiful I can 
barely stand to think about it!" 

She turned on her side and clung to the girl's leg, her belly rolling with 
unspent lust. At her side, the young Kedra, her sweet face in a gentle 
smile, leaned to plant a long, sucking kiss on Jane's breast. "We can all 
suck each other," she whispered. "We are sisters, sisters in the blood, 
sisters in the bond." 

Jane had given the boys a fistful of money and sent them off, once she knew 
the girls had not eaten. "I won't feed you any leftovers," she told them. 
"There's a great barbecue pit on the highway-you know it? Get a whole bag of 
sandwiches-beef, pork, ham-and a couple of cartons of those barbecue beans. 
Go to the chicken place and get two buckets of chicken, one regular, one 
extra crisp. And get plenty of potatoes and gravy and rolls and cole slaw. 
And take it easy; don't get arrested for speeding!" 

She had not needed to tell Frannie why she sent the boys off. Nor Kedra, for 
that matter. They knew, and they acted. 

They did not treat her as a queen, or as that odious thing, "an older 
woman," but as one of them. Gently, but with direct lust. 

They helped her on to the bed, though, with as much gentle care as if she 
were too precious for any other treatment. And Jane, her loins suddenly 
beginning to feel that bursting flame that she had stored up, clenched her 
fists and closed her eyes as they put her exactly right for their sweet 
assault. Even to the big pillow under her, boosting her fundament up to easy 
reach. And she heard Kedra, naturally farther out than the gentle, innately 
wise Fran, whisper: "Don't let's go too fast; we've got plenty of time!" 

And then, in her inner haze of red lust, her body strung tight like a war 
bow, she felt the gentle lust of wise, soft hands, touching her with 
instinctive care and guile, on her belly, down the gliding trough from her 
pelvic bone to the curled hair just next to the very top of her slit, where 
her quaking bud nestled deep under the overhang of soft tissue, under her 
breasts, and around the puckered flesh of her wide areola. 

Oh, yes, she thought, that's right and good. Let me cum slow, because if it 
all blew out at once, it would kill me! 

And she felt a warm, happy cum-shock as two soft mouths came down on her 
breasts, gently sucking at the hardening nipples, two hands softly stroking 
her belly, rotating to spread the hot fire which suddenly ran from her 
aroused breasts toward the humid, itching, suffering lips of her cunt. 

As though she had spoken a plea, a soft hand came down and pressed gently in 
that nest of soft, swelling flesh and crisp hair. Just pressing, not poking 
an eager finger into that clutch of muscle, that drool of cunt-ooze, that 
dark slippage of strength deep inside. And Jane felt her entire body flooded 
with a soft, warm cum-joy, so that the feeling seemed to flow out of her 
womb, not bursting out; flowing out with a blessed release, releasing the 
power of stored sex that teased and scratched and burned inside her. 

"Cum easy, sister," a voice whispered at her ear. "Give me your tongue," and 
someone-Jane would not open her eyes-pressed a sweet, softly opened mouth to 
hers, sucking up her wildly shooting tongue, taking it into the warmth and 
slickness of girl-lips, sucking it with eager care. It had to be Kedra 
kissing her, though, for she heard a happily strained voice she recognized 
as Fran's saying huskily: "Blessed Lord, but I'm so happy-hot it's shooting 
right out behind me!" And Jane, lulled into coma by the sweetness and 
sensuality of a new experience, continued to cum. 

The person kissing her gave a final, sweet suck to her tongue and drew away. 
She heard the soft little voice of the small girl: "Don't fret, darling, 
we'll all cum, we'll all flow our sisterhood into each other!" There was a 
soft giggle. "Men are great, but women are sweeter!" 

Two hands drew Jane's legs wide apart, so wide that she heard a little noise 
as the hairy cuntlips, glued lightly by the drying juices of love, broke 
their seal, and the warm air, feeling cold to the simmering heat in her 
vulva, made her body leap as if her wildly pleasured cunt were snapping at 
something needed for its life. 

"You kiss her, darling. Oh, God, baby, kiss that cunt!" a racked cry came. 
"I'll suck you! Get high behind and wide open!" 

There was fast, hard breathing, whimpers of eagerness and cunt-twisted pain, 
a rocking of the bed as young bodies shifted, and then-blessed Lord 
indeed-the loving, sucking, licking mouth came down on the red-lipped, 
streaming pussy that had had its dangerously explosive edge drained off in a 
long, gentle orgasm. 

"I LOVE YOU!" Jane screamed. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE IT! MY CUNT! MY ASS! YOUR 
CUNT! OHHHHH! OHHHHH GODDDDD!" The rhythmic sucking was killing her, it was 
turning her inside out, it was the highest spasm of joy she ever knew. "I'M 
DYING!" she cried. "KILL ME! SUCK ME OUT, ALL OF ME! SUCK ME OUT TO THE-AAAR 
RRGGGHHH! OHHHHH! CUM! FUCK! CUM! SUCK!" 

She suddenly felt steady, out of the superdelicious dream of lust that was 
tearing her feelings to bits and whirling them up in a hot, healing wind. 
The working tongue still delved into her spasming vagina, the strong, 
gentled actions of the lips dug softly into the sweet creases of her inner 
labia, sucking up their dew, and now she was conscious of hands reaching to 
grasp her beautifully, achingly alive tits, squeezing a flow of heat and 
love and orgiastic pleasure from their pneumatic warmth. 

She came and came, feeling all tension flow out of her, but not all desire, 
for she felt she could pour out this orgasm for hours. There was a deep 
warmth in the crack of her ass, a lightness throughout her bowels, her 
flanks were trembling with an intensity of feeling that swept all over. She 
desired only one thing. A cunt! A Sweet, loving, honey-dripping cunt, full 
of love's sweet ooze, full of body heat and body fluid and body love. She 
opened her eyes and saw what she needed. 

Frannie was between her legs, in much the same position as Jane had been not 
long before. Her young butt was high, her knees spread wide. 

And hot, smooth, tiny Kedra was on her knees, holding Fran's asscheeks 
apart, her eyes closed, her working mouth buried in that sweet split at the 
bottom of her cousin's belly. And her own little pussy, aroused by all of 
this, was open, pulsing, showing its hot pink inner lips, dripping its 
clear, sweet juice, not too far from Jane's pussy-hungry mouth. 

There had been only a little girl-to-girl love in Jane's life. Not many 
women you can trust that far, once you grow up. But Jane knew, with quick 
humor, what to do. 

She dropped her right knee flat on the bed, and tugged at Frannie's hair. 
"Lie on your side," she ordered huskily. "Get your face on my thigh! I'll 
stay open for you!" And to Kedra, placing a soft hand on the beautiful, 
girlish rump: Lie down. Straighten your right leg. Push back! Give me your 
left leg; that's it, raise it up and across me, pressing on my boobs! God, 
that feels wonderful!" 

She had her own left leg up on Fran, and her cheek was on the smooth, warm 
skin of Kedra's inner right thigh. The blonde-furred cunt of Fran was being 
probed, still, by the small girl's tongue; Jane knew it because of the tall 
girl's moans making a marvelous vibration where her clit ached so 
gorgeously. 

The little kid's pussy, looking so richly mature in its thick, soft coat of 
brown hair, was twitching in urgency. Jane laughed deep in her throat. 

"Okay, let's all cum easy and quiet-except for Kedra-baby here. She's in 
dire need. Oh, bless you both, you angels!" she cried in an excess of lust 
as Fran's tongue lashed against her clit, forcing another giant wave of 
cum-fire out of her. 

She pushed her face into the welcoming heat, the shuddering lips of little 
Kedra's cunt, and sucked mouthful after mouthful of richly flavored girl-cum 
out of the twisting, plunging pussy, holding onto the strong young legs with 
all the power of her arms. 

They had rolled and loved and kissed, licking theirs and the others' 
cum-syrup from flushed, softly happy faces and cheeks and chins and lips. 
With an occasional new suck at a beloved pussy. 

"I never knew anyone could be so good, so sweet," Kedra said, tears flowing 
down her face. "I know she's your sister, Fran, but I'm some kin." 

"Does the sister bit come from your church?" Jane asked, and the two girls 
looked at each other, their young faces grim for a moment, and Kedra said: 
"No, by God and by Jesus! Their kind of sister-puke on that!" 

"Look, Jane darling," Fran said, "Kedra and I feel alike. We hate those 
creeps! All they ever have wanted in all the world was to grind women down. 
I love Chuck, but he's a man, and one day soon, he'll be a preacher, 
ordained in God's Little Brothers! I wouldn't trust him as far as I could 
fling a bull by the tail." 

"But you love him?" Jane marveled. "And you, too, Kedra?" 

"Until now, he's been super," the small girl said. "He and I, we just got to 
playing with each other, oh, like when we were pretty young. He was too 
young to cum. I had a good feeling down there, between my legs. In my pussy, 
I mean. I keep forgetting that you're our age, Jane darling!" She giggled, 
and put her soft little hand on Jane's pussy. "More than 
blood-kin-woman-kin!" 

"Tough-tough, or beautiful-tuff?" Jane teased. 

Both girls reached for her and patted her, and Kedra said: "Both ways!" 

"You're too wonderful, both of you," Jane said. "A while ago, I thought how 
marvelous you were to be so grown up, so poised. What I thought was, when I 
was twelve, I looked twelve. And I guess I acted twelve and felt twelve. No 
guts. You were talking about what it was that made a woman, and we got off 
on another subject." 

"A wonderful subject," Fran sighed, her eyes warm and smoky. "Ummmm, to suck 
you, to have you suck me, when I'm in that awful, stupid, no-reason-for-it, 
depression. Just when my belly feels big and bloated, and my cunt aches so 
bad I hate to touch it with toilet paper! Wow! I can hardly wait!" 

"It takes more than that to be a woman," Jane went on, smiling at the 
pale-haired, lovely youngster, at the blue-veined whiteness of her swelling 
young breasts. "It takes more than your first cum, or your hundredth; more 
than getting married and having babies." She stopped, her face gentle, a 
hand on each of the young girls. 

"What does it take, then, Jane?" Fran spoke; both girls listened. 

"Courage. Guts to stand up to injustice, to fight it any way we can. Not 
just equal justice under the law, but moral justice! Sexual justice! It's 
always been this way: One of those nasty rule-makers, maybe a man, maybe a 
woman, looks out a window and sees a fellow leaving an apartment building. 
'Look,' the person will say, 'that guy's screwed every woman in that 
building!' and it will be an admiring thing. Then a girl walks out. 'Look' 
the same person says, 'She's screwed three or four guys in that building-the 
lousy tramp!' Ugh! It's sickening!" 

The two young kids pushed her down on the bed, hugging her, kissing her, 
sucking her tongue, getting at her warm, wet split. 

"We'll get the bastards," Kedra whispered. "I wish I could blow that whole 
damn church right off the earth! The way they've treated us! Look at Fran! 
Until this very day, she's been scared to death of everything. Oh, baby!" 
she crooned, holding her tall cousin against her ample young breasts, "how 
did you ever get the courage to change?" 

"Jane told me something," the blonde child said quietly, and Jane, knowing 
she'd said nothing, understood and nodded. 

Kedra frowned in concentration. "I didn't hear it," she said. She snapped 
her fingers and said softly: "Ooooh. That way! Beautiful! I should have 
known. She hugged me, and I felt: 'here's a friend!' She hugged you, and you 
felt-something real, a real message. Right?" 

They looked at Jane, and tears were in her eyes, running down her cheeks. 
"It was a two-way message," she whispered, and Frannie, self-possessed, her 
heart brimming, said: "It made me a real person. Maybe a woman. I don't 
know. But surely a person." 

They heard a great clatter downstairs, a door slammed, a chair moved, 
voices, laughter, and Jane, grinning, said: "The monsters are back, and I'm 
glad of it" 

Fran looked thoughtful and her cousin made a face, then laughed. "I'm glad, 
too. We've always got each other, but a boy's hard prick is very, very 
nice." 

"You like them better than you ever did before," Fran said. "What changed 
you? You wouldn't even let a boy look at your puss, and you would as soon 
have kissed a snake as suck a boy." She reached out affectionately, 
squeezing one of the small girl's sweet titties, and smiled. 

Kedra leaned against her, eyes downcast, looking intent. She put her small 
hand between Frannie's thighs, jammed it hard up into the softness, the 
parted wetness, of the tall girl's pussy. They stood together, eyes closed, 
breathless, and Jane saw a spasmodic movement in Fran's belly muscles as the 
cords in Kedra's forearm showed she was wiggling her fingers up in the slick 
heat of the young blonde cunt. There was a fine film of sweat on all of 
them; their loving round robin had carried them high and had never let them 
all the way down-Hhey were close to falling on the bed again, all three of 
them, to explore each other's highly tuned, still hungering genitals. 

Kedra broke the silence. "It was Jane," she said. 

"Jane and you. I never saw anything so beautiful in my life. Or imagined it. 
Your pussy was like a rich, juicy flower. Honest! It seemed to come open by 
itself. And when I saw it, I thought: 'Mine must be beautiful, too!' And 
then I knew what a wonderful thing it had to be for a boy to look. You know, 
just to lie and look, not to play with it." She blushed and giggled. "Well, 
not for a couple of minutes, anyhow. But what I really mean is, all at once 
I knew that it was all right. That everything, anything, was all right. I 
never knew what life was, or sex was, until then. I always thought it was 
limited. For a girl, anyhow. 

Fran gave a little moan and fucked hard, sharply, quickly, against Kedra's 
buried fingers, hugging the smaller girl in a fierce grip, kissing her 
deeply. She relaxed, leaned on the little brownette for a second, and 
straightened up, laughing. 

"I just had to cum," she said. "I've got a lot of catching up to do. So 
Much! Let's go downstairs. I'm hungry!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Each time the boys and the women-herself, at least, if not the younger 
girls-came together after any absence, long or short, there seemed to be a 
few moments of awkwardness. Jane wondered if the two girls sensed it, or, in 
fact, if the boys did. Probably a natural thing, she guessed; all of this 
had to be pretty far out for boys their age. Come to think of it, it was 
very far out for her. Maybe more so for me than for them, she thought with 
an inward smile. Everything that ever happened to her before, and it had 
certainly been a great deal, all at once seemed very conventional. 

Meeting a new man or continuing with one she already knew, there was a 
pattern-conversation, smiles, a touch, perhaps a few drinks, a kiss, a 
harder kiss, an inquiring look, a superficial understanding, and then-sex. 
Not bad, either. But certainly not this lovely, spontaneously animalistic 
craziness in which anything was not only "all right," as Kedra had said, but 
superb, god-like. A world in which sex was all, and was honest, complete, 
and totally devoid of guilt. Deep inside, she felt that keen, fiery itch, 
seeming to be beyond her suddenly doused vagina. Womb, she thought. I never 
knew it was such a lovely word. I never knew it had any real sensitivity. 

She laughed at herself, and all four of the young people, lively young 
faces, hands, and even bellies and breasts smeared with grease and gravy and 
barbecue sauce, looked at her and laughed with her. Fran touched Jane's arm, 
smiling a special smile of oneness and said: "Are you wondering if this is 
real? Because I am." 

A lovely, warm shock, and Jane was aware of a flood of love for this happy, 
lovely child-woman. "It's actually, exactly what I was feeling, and I didn't 
know it," she said. "I was thinking how great it is to be alive, to be 
human, to be a woman. And way down deep, I had a scary feeling, wondering if 
it could be real." 

Tough little Benjie stood up, showing that he had a hard-on. He had been 
fingering both the younger girls, licking his cunt-smeared fingers with 
elaborately noisy greed, having more fun that he had thought possible. He 
felt a loving proprietorship where this unbelievable woman was concerned, as 
though he had dreamed her up, then opened a new life to his friends. 

"This is real," he proclaimed, holding his stiff young member, rolling the 
soft foreskin back. "Wow, look! Somebody's going to have to lick this gravy 
off of it." 

Kedra gave him a punch on the arm. "Look out, Mister Big," she said. "Just 
because I got excited and sucked you off once doesn't mean I'll do it again! 
Or you, either," she announced to Chuck. "You boys can jerk off, for all I 
care!" She was plainly joking, and Chuck laughed. 

"All the more for Miz Murray," he retorted, and dropped his eyes to the 
table. "I mean Jane," he muttered. 

She felt a mild sympathy for him. She was not yet sure of him at all? Benjie 
might have taken the big boy's diatribe to seriously; but still, the girls 
had warned her. Not of anything specific, as Benjie had, nothing about him 
telling his avenging father about her, only that "he was a man" and as such, 
couldn't be trusted. And she knew that he was the one whose restraint always 
showed when they came together. 

She put a hand in his naked lap and found that his big penis, while not 
hard, was fat with rising pleasure and promise. 

"Man!" she said admiringly, "That's a prettier piece of meat than anything 
from the barbecue pit!" 

To her surprise, he jerked away. Whatever his inner feelings, during the few 
short hours she had known him, anything connected with sex had seemed to 
please him. 

More embarrassed for him than for herself, Jane said nothing, but got up 
from the table and went to the sink, where the big bags of food were, and 
got a piece of chicken. She felt a presence at her side and, from its size, 
knew without looking that it was Chuck. 

"I'm sorry, Jane," he muttered. "I guess I'm all mixed up." 

It's all right, Chuck," she whispered to him. "Don't worry." To the room at 
large, she said: "I don't want to sound like a house-mother, but don't some 
of you have people worrying about where you are, and why you've been gone so 
long?" Glancing at Chuck, she saw his face clear and felt a slight rise in 
her spirits. If that was all that was worrying him-well, that wasn't bad. 

Benjie laughed. "Not me," he said. "This is Mom's day for a split 
shift-she's off now and doesn't have to go back to the cafe until nine. So I 
don't have to pick up dinner for the little kids. Or my sister. And I've got 
this!" He waved his hard-on again, and Kedra, walking over to him, pulled at 
it gently. 

"I've just got to have a little more of this," she said. "Or something!" She 
felt between the lips of her boldly out-thrust cunt, not tentatively, but 
pushing deep, laughing, and brought her hand out covered with her 
girl-juice. "You guys have been so hot to go down on me," she teased, "now's 
the time-I've got enough of this stuff in me to choke you!" 

She whirled away and ran for the stairs, and Benjie, whooping laughter, was 
close enough to pinch her wagging young butt as she took the stairs two at a 
time. Chuck looked at Jane and his young sister as though asking permission, 
grinned, and trotted along. 

Jane and Frannie, arms around each other, walked slowly up the stairs, 
pausing once to kiss, a long, sweet, tongue-to-tongue kiss, needing no words 
to tell their sister-feeling, and Jane let her hand slide down on the 
rounded firmness of the young girl's buttocks. It was like all the rest of 
what had gone between them, an easy, solid, unquestioning fact that even 
this touch was a commitment, part of an understanding surpassing everything 
worldly and banal. 

"I want you, Frannie," Jane whispered into the girl's open and trembling 
mouth. "You can have it all, all that Kedra's getting, but right now, you're 
mine." 

Fran squeezed her so hard that her boobs danced, and answered with delight: 
"And you're mine, Janey-baby! Oh, Jane! Hurry!" 

They heard gay voices coming from the big room at the east corner, and Jane 
steered the young girl into a corresponding room which faced south and west. 
The afternoon sun struck harshly into the big area, and Jane drew the thick, 
dark drapes so that it was suddenly dark in the quiet room. 

"It's nicer this way," Jane smiled. "Do you mind the heat?" 

"I love it!" Fran declared. "It makes me feel, well, lifted up; the heat 
holds me. Hugs me. You too?" 

"I love your skin," Jane whispered, holding the young blonde, nuzzling under 
her arm. "I love it that your generation hates to shave. Ooooh, my dear, you 
smell so marvelous! I love what the heat does to me, and what it does to 
you. Lie this way, darling. Let's be side by side. Or do you want me over 
you, or under you?" 

Fran was industriously licking Jane's breasts. "I wish mine were more like 
yours," she said. "I like them better than Ked's. Oh, your nipples! They're 
so hard, so sweet!" She nipped one, sucking it into her mouth, and humped 
her warm, smooth belly against the older woman's. "Are you leaking? Is the 
juice running out of you like it is out of me?" 

"Let me drink yours, baby," Jane whispered huskily. "Lie still. I'll move 
here." 

She pushed the firm, girlish legs apart, bringing Frannie's top thigh up and 
across her body, under her arm. In this position, the girl's lightly haired 
outer lips stretched vertically, making the line of her cunt seem six inches 
long. It made a wide space for Jane's face to press into, and her cheeks 
slid warmly on the lubricating coating of sweat. She raised her own leg over 
Fran in the same way, and the young girl clutched her tightly. 

"God, Janey, you're beautiful," the child murmured, and Jane felt tender 
fingers pulling her cunt open, more open, and shivered as wet warmth pressed 
against her opened split, felt the working of slick lips in her labia, the 
gentle swirl of a hot tongue going around her clit, in the sweetest spot in 
a woman's body. 

She moved her mouth to cover the dark rosebud closure of the tender, small 
vagina, nuzzled until she felt, with the tip of her tongue, that she was 
covering it completely. The taste was delicately sensuous, the girl-smell 
richly satisfying, deepened and strengthened by the girl-play earlier, by 
the gently battering heat, by having been closed off by Fran's weight as the 
child had sat on this softly fragrant pussy for so long. 

At her pussy, her gentle attentions to the child's was having an effect-the 
girl was sucking harder, with more accuracy, with more purpose. Jane's 
clitoris was being sucked? she was so near to firing a big, climactic cum 
that she had to hurry. 

"Baby," she whispered, "I want that load out of you!" 

She heard a mumbled response, felt breath roll hotly over her open genitals, 
and, with her mouth pressed so that the tiny pink hole was covered, pressed 
her lips down hard and sucked with as much force as she could manage. She 
got fantastic results. 

The softly padded rump, the youthful thighs, tightened in a convulsion of 
feeling, and the tall, soft young body hammered against her, while the girl 
sucked at Jane's pussy as if to turn her inside out. To her own heat, now so 
risen that it seemed to bum all through her, she got a sweet, slick mouthful 
of the cum-juice frothing in the girl's cunt. 

She felt her breasts rise and puff painfully, her nipples grinding into the 
soft flesh of the child-woman's belly. Her cheeks were wet with cum, tickled 
by the light, crisp hairs on the fat and youthful cuntlips. Her own pussy, 
seeming to flow from her body in a shock of intense pleasure-pain, was 
writhing inside, and she felt Fran's tongue plunge into its nipping folds. 

She sucked deeply again, and heard the girl scream: "Oh, Janey! Do it again! 
SUCK ME! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! Aarrrggghhh! Oh, God and oh, Jesus! OHHHH!" 

Jane's own outburst of happiness was muffled in the sweet and sloppy folds 
of Frannie's tender pussy, where the juice still flowed, being pumped out 
gently by the in-and-out movement of the soft pink closure. Her tongue was 
softening from her deeply satisfying orgasm, and, in a rosy haze, she 
continued to lick very lightly, feeling the girl's body twitch as the caress 
of her tongue kept the cum-itch alive in those sensitized, blood-red lips. 

It flowed through her body, too, since Frannie, so exactly like Jane in act, 
in thought, in impulse, was softly lapping at Jane's gloriously tenderized, 
wonderfully responsive woman-parts. Woman-parts! Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Oh, 
blessed joy of being a woman! How sweet to have a cunt! 

And yet-she had another thought. 

A man's cock, right now, would be so delicious! 

She drew her cum-dripping mouth away, kissed the open lips, the sloppy-wet 
hair, the shrunken but still quivering clit, and said: "Some day, and I hope 
it'll be soon, you'll have a man's cock in this lovely, gorgeous, sweet, 
slick pussy!" 

She heard a sound, not too explicit, and said: What was that?" 

This time the sound was obviously a warm laugh, and the young voice said 
plainly: "I want that, Jane! And when you say so, I'll do it. But I want 
something sort of weird. Crazy!" 

Jane felt the sweet young mouth on her pussy again, a quick, tenderly 
sucking kiss, and Frannie sat up. Her cheeks, even in the dark, showed the 
wet highlights of Jane's cum-juice, and the older woman held the girl while 
they kissed tenderly, getting the flavor of their own cunts, digging it to 
the utmost. 

"You can have whatever you want, Frannie," Jane said. "You can pick and 
choose, and I'll help you get it. Or him! I don't care how weird or crazy it 
is. If you want it, it's okay!" 

Jane hugged the tall, soft body, so nearly like her own, and kissed the 
softly formed young breasts. "Your boobs are almost as big as mine, she 
said. "And the same type. Conical. In a year, they'll be as big and heavy as 
they'll ever get." She looked into the happy blue eyes. "You're lucky, too. 
Luckier than Kedra. You'll never sag. 

See mine? No sag, right? And I'm thirty-six." 

"You're thirteen," Fran laughed. "Hey, where are you going?" 

"To take a little pee for myself, Darling. Into this handy bathroom. Be 
right back; don't go 'way!" 

Frannie held out a hand, a strange look of pleading on her face. "Look, 
Jane," she whispered, "can I say something bad?" 

Jane came back, hugging the blonde head against her breasts. 

"What you say would never be bad," she declared. "Say it!" 

"Don't wipe it all off. Not too clean. Oh, Jane, is that terrible and 
profane and perverted? For me to like your piss? I tasted it twice today. I 
know that's what it was! I loved it! Does that make me some kind of freak?" 
She was actually trembling. 

"It makes you a wonderful, hot woman!" Jane said fiercely. "Any girl who 
doesn't care enough about sex to like all of it isn't much of a woman. You 
can't kiss a pussy or a cock without getting the flavor and the taste of 
piss! If it makes you sick, you're a sad sack! Yes, baby, I tasted your 
sweet little wee-wee, too. That taste is part of my love for you. But it's 
part of my love for sex. All sex. I dig it!" 

As she went into the huge bathroom, where a night-light showed the location 
of all the humbly functional but luxuriously styled facilities, she looked 
back. In the dark, she could see the tall, perfectly built young blonde 
lying on her belly. But, while she was quietly relieving herself, she heard 
the bedroom door open and a male voice say: "Jane? That you, Jane?" 

She touched herself lightly with a fold of toilet tissue, happily mindful of 
Frannie's request, and tiptoed to the door to the bedroom, wondering why 
Fran hadn't answered. She saw that the naked boy was Chuck, and guessed why 
he was here, just as he sat on the bed and began stroking the warm, rounded 
ass, its twin globes showing such an inviting valley between them. She held 
her breath. It was impossible that Fran was asleep, certainly not 
unconscious. 

She knew, too, that Chuck had come in from the bright light of the other 
room, and had no reason to expect Fran to be in here. Fascinated, wondering, 
she watched as Chuck stroked more warmly between the firm buttocks, lifting 
his fingers out to smell them, knowing that he was building his heat this 
way. 

"Little Ked can't take us both, not again, she says. The boy's voice, soft 
as it was, came plainly to Jane's ears. "Look at this cock, baby! How'd you 
like to suck it?" 

There was a muffled laugh and a muffled voice: "Lie down on your back and 
close your eyes. Maybe you can suck mine in a minute." 

Chuck flopped back, laughing, and Jane gasped. His cock was enormous in the 
dark of the room; it seemed to glow with a sort of pale fire, and Jane, 
knowing for certain that Frannie had never done such a thing, wondered at 
her game, at her temerity. 

Her eyes could see almost as well as if the curtains had been parted, and 
Jane gasped as the beautiful young girl got up on hands and knees and knelt 
with her ripely formed ass raised high, near her brother's shoulder. The 
child looked at the bathroom door, saw Jane, and made the "okay" sign, thumb 
and finger together, the other fingers gracefully curved. Her face was 
merry, conspiratorial. 

She took one more look at Jane, opened her mouth and licked around her lips 
as if she had been sucking cocks all her life, and went slowly down on it, 
letting the big head slip between her teeth, closing her mouth and moving 
her head from side to side, giving it the full treatment of smooth teeth, 
gums, and the ridged roof of her mouth. 

She lowered herself on one elbow, then, just resting part of her chest on 
her brother's unsuspecting belly, and bobbed her head up and down gently, a 
pleased Chuck enthusiastically raising his loins and placing a big hand on 
her head. In the semidark, Jane saw Chuck's hand nearest her clench in 
sudden feeling, and thought: Oh-oh, I hope she can handle it when he shoots 
that load! 

Now Frannie drew her head higher up, so that just the head of Chuck's prick 
was between her lips, and went down hard, this time bringing a deep grunt of 
excitement and pleasure from her big brother. She did it again, and again, 
and Jane marveled. This was pure, instinctive talent, a skill not learned. 

She heard Chuck speak, gaspingly: "Oh, God, Jane, that's great! Kedra could 
never learn to do it this good! Dumb kids! Ohhhh, wonderful!" A pause, and 
then: "Jane, just before I start to cum, can I stick it in your cunt?" 

The young girl nodded vigorously, and the movement caused the big boy to 
raise off the bed and yell: "Easy, Jane! Wow! Let me enjoy it a little 
longer. There, that's it. Oooh, good, baby! Just the tongue! Ohhh, that's so 
tuff!" He fumbled in the dark for the ass he sensed was near him, getting 
ja. finger in it, and Jane heard him say: "Jesus, Jane, you're so hot! Oooh, 
that cum-juice! You're tight, but I ought to slip into it real easy. Oooh! 
Get ready, baby, I'm almost, alllmost, ready. Now!" he screamed. "Now!" 

The young girl, again as expert as if this were old hat to her, leaped 
astride her brother, who was fighting to keep his body still. She reached 
for his cock, and Jane registered the fact that the child must surely have 
masturbated with some cock-shaped gadget, for she wiped it quickly in and 
out of her open cuntlips, bringing a loud cry of pain and ecstasy from her 
brother, and jammed her butt down so that a good half of the thick, hard 
tool slipped into her. 

"Oh, Jesus, Jane, you're killing me!" he cried. "Ease it up; it must be 
kinked. Oh, OHH, OHHHH! 

OMYGOD! Here's my cum! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck!" 

He was bucking and pitching, his cock now all the way into his young sister, 
making a slurping, sucking sound as the thick tool surged in and out of the 
sloshy tightness, and the young girl's wordless moans, obviously muffled to 
prevent identification, showed that Chuck's blast of orgasm had brought her 
to a frenzied climax and that she was riding a wave of cum-joy with each jet 
of his seed. 

When she tumbled off, groaning, and with the shine of his cum visible on her 
open thighs, she turned and began to mouth the softening organ, still 
swollen, still charged with orgasmic feeling, and licked at the head and 
peeled back the foreskin, crooning softly. 

The big boy rolled his head and groaned happily. "Oh, Jane, you're the 
greatest," he said. "Let me suck you out. My own cum! Open up. Goddamnit, 
Jane, I can't believe you're real. Give it to me. Open wide." 

Jane saw his face press against the broad area where his little sister's 
ass, now spread wide open, pushed her pussy out so sweetly. He must have 
sucked a couple of times, for he grunted and the girl jerked with the 
sensation of it; then his hands went under her and onto the lightly haired 
delta above her cuntal opening, and he screamed in rage and terror, and 
swung a long arm that knocked the girl tumbling. 

He was almost incoherent as he screamed at Frannie, mouthing: "Bitch! Whore! 
I'll kill you!" 

Jane, taking time to throw the bedroom door open, called: "Hey, kids! Help 
me!" before she threw herself on the lanky, thrashing body. She looked up to 
see Frannie, cool and composed, holding a heavy candlestick ready, and 
cried: "No, Fran! Don't hit him!" as Benjie and Kedra, excited and laughing, 
poured into the room and helped Jane bear the angry boy, now no longer 
struggling, to the bed. 

"Jesus Christ!" Kedra said admiringly, "That sounded like when John Wayne 
charges the Indians!" She laughed and looked around. "What in hell happened 
to Brother Chuck? We could hear him making all kinds of happy sounds, and 
then, boom! All of a sudden he went berserk." 

"The lousy hypocrite fucked me," the lovely young blonde said, scorn in her 
voice. "He made me suck him off, or pretty nearly, and made me get on him 
and take his dirty load right up in my body! Here it is, see it running down 
my leg? That's my big, wonderful brother's load! I'd like to brain him!" She 
sniffed and tossed the heavy candlestick onto the bed, turning away, her 
mouth working, and Jane, for the life of her, didn't know whether the tough 
but tender child was about to go into hysterics or trying not to laugh. 

One thing Jane knew: this was a deliberate blow, thought out, well planned, 
all with the idea of proving a point or hurting Chuck. 

The tall kid got away from the little group, stopping at the door, pointing 
a shaking hand at all of them. "You're all in this," he accused. "God will 
damn you all. Miz Murray, you'll die in fire and pain! You're a bad woman. 
God will get you all, all of you. Sister," he pointed at the beautifully 
nude girl with the blonde hair, "come on home and get your punishment!" 

Fran spat at him. "Get lost, you dirty creep!" she said. "You dirty, 
two-faced animal! When I tell father what you did to me, who'll get the 
punishment? I'd hate to be in your boots! He'll tear the skin off your back! 
I can take it. Can you? Go on, get lost!" 

Chuck disappeared for a few seconds and came back by the door on the way to 
the stairs, wearing his surfer trunks. He did not look at them. 

Little Benjie, his lips white, said: "There goes trouble!" 

They all looked at Frannie, who was smiling, and Jane thought: This has to 
be the most courageous child in the world. And then, I mean, the most 
courageous woman. 

The girl stood there, her lovely nakedness not seeming at all incongruous, 
and said calmly: "Forget him, Benjie. He won't dare open his mouth. I've got 
him where I want him. And he knows it!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Somehow, for reasons she could not have explained, Jane felt more vulnerable 
after Frannie, Kedra, and Benjie had wheeled away on their bicycles. She had 
felt oddly maternal but not at all guilty as they went away together, down 
her long, curving drive. Little kids on bicycles! Locked into a giant maze 
of sex the like of which few grown people had ever dreamed. Fantastic! 

"But damn few grown people ever have had the zest for life that those hot 
little kids have," she said aloud, smiling. 

Something about her feelings caused her to get dressed, really dressed, even 
to panties under her pure silk frock, so full and light that she still felt 
almost as comfortable as if nude. "And you're still naked underneath," she 
joked with her image in the mirror. 

She remembered how she had felt the day before when her doorbell rang, and 
she had gone out to face a small, scowling youngster, who pugnaciously had 
said: "I can mow lawns as good as guys twice my size!" 

She had been tempted to reply: "And twice your age?" but she had had a flash 
of insight-This boy might be, must be, older than he looks, and she had the 
thought on which all of yesterday and today had been based-maybe, just 
maybe, he's old enough to fuck! 

She had felt a quick glow deep in her abdomen, in her guts, really, although 
she knew all her reproductive system was in on it, and along with the glow, 
a convulsive spasm in her deepest parts of pleasure, a small orgasm, really, 
so that her knees had gone a bit rubbery and her eyes hazy with need and 
passion. For, better than anything, she loved the fierce need of young boys, 
once their timidity, their fear of growups, had been washed away, and they 
could act as God had intended, like predatory little animals, seeking the 
woman-warmth, the woman-closeness, that would milk out their boyish sperm, 
would bring heat and release and joy to their hungering balls, their 
grateful, hard young cocks. 

She had forced her voice into a calmness. "You can come back this afternoon. 
I have a, uh, whatchacallem, a mower that has an engine, you know?" 

"Show me where it is," he demanded. When she had shown him the big tool shed 
and asked him if he knew how to start and how to handle the big mower, he 
had laughed and flashed her a confident grin and said: "If it's a mower, I 
can operate it!" and she had gone into the house, her breath coming in 
gasps, the hot itch between her cuntlips raising her heartbeat to a point 
where she had to lie down. 

So, she had remembered the dreadful, beautiful magazines of sex and fucking 
and sucking. Had she seen a sneaked glance at the femaleness of her figure, 
so clearly revealed in that light, thin dress? She knew she was perceptive, 
but her need was enough so that she might have let wishful thinking warm her 
pussy. Nevertheless, she had taken the harshly beautiful, wildly salacious 
magazine to the shed. The rest, although less than two days old, was 
history; history to jolt her even now, when she should have been sated. 

She had played this charade more than once before, and had enjoyed the 
adventure and the hot eagerness of the young boys. But this was unmatched, 
would never be matched. The sweetness, the odd manliness of bright, tough 
little Benjie. The hidden surliness, the threatening strangeness of the tall 
boy with the big cock. Was he a psycho? Too much church training in a 
strange sect often drove grownups batty, to say nothing of kids. She shook 
her head. 

And those two girls! Fabulous! Unbelievable! 

It was getting good and dark, now, and Jane, with a shiver, checked to see 
that all her doors were securely locked, as well as the screens on every 
window; her mind stayed on the lovely Frannie. 

She remembered how that marvelous child had faced her brother. 

"Don't worry, Jane," she had said steadily, after a long, lingering kiss, 
when she was back in her faded jeans, saying good-bye. "Chuck's a creep, and 
now I've taken him down to where he's no danger to anyone. He's been getting 
mean, lately, but he's so scared of our father that he'll keep his big mouth 
shut!" 

And little Kedra, smiling, had said: "Frannie's so right, Jane. She knows 
Chuck better than anyone." 

"I don't get it," Benjie had said, fists on hips. "He's said a thousand 
times that a girl has a right to do it, to screw. He's bugged her a hundred 
times to lie down so's I can shove it in her. He's let her-made her, you 
might say-watch him and me and Kedra, and said to her: 'Don't be stupid! 
Spread out that pretty little bod of yours and let Benjie have your pussy!' 
Question is, why in hell would he go out of his gourd now? Unless it made 
him mad to be set up for a put on." 

Jane, who had had the same question on her tongue, looked at Fran. The girl 
had smiled, touched her lips with her tongue. 

"Six months ago, maybe he meant it. But I've always been scared of him; 
never trusted him. He got me to undress once, when I was about nine, maybe 
ten, and then claimed his 'conscience' hurt him and told our father, saying 
it was my idea. He like to have beaten me to death. Ever after, no matter 
what he did to get back on my good side, I never trusted him." 

"But then, darling, why did you, uh, fuck him?" Jane had asked. "You set him 
up. You know you did." 

"To pay him back," the blonde child had answered simply. "Not just for what 
he's done to me, or what my father's done to mother, and what all of those 
creeps do to all women. I guess," and she smiled in an odd way, "It's for 
every girl, everywhere. I've ruined one guy, one guy who'll never feel above 
any woman. Never!" 

Thinking of it now, Jane said aloud: "That big, stupid kid! But Frannie's 
wrong-he could be dangerous. He's a powder keg." 

The dry heat of the Santa Ana wind had abated, and a cool breeze from the 
west, from the blue ocean, moved the draperies. She went upstairs, prepared 
to sit quietly, thinking of the delightful two days, and on her way up, 
touched the switch for her master burglar alarm. She felt a sudden, wild 
craving in her belly again, and struck herself on the forehead. "Down, 
Wolfie!" she said aloud, and grinned. She had never been fucked and sucked 
any more plentifully than in this brief time, only a little more than a day. 

She was reaching for the turn-on switch of the television set in her bedroom 
when the burglar alarm buzzer sounded at the head of her bed. She waited for 
the phone to ring, since the alarm system was also connected with the Sonar 
Beach police station, but she heard a familiar, beloved voice rising from 
the dark of the back yard: "Miz Murray! Jane! Can you hear me? It's Benjie!" 

She called from the window: "Okay, dear, be right down," and moved swiftly 
to pick up the phone by her bedside. "Yes, sergeant, I know; it was a false 
alarm this time, thank God," she answered the tense voice at the other end 
of the line. "I forgot I had set the electric eye, and went out to check the 
mail box. I'll be careful, yes, indeed. If it flashes again, it'll be for 
real!" 

She descended to the sun room and opened the door. Surprisingly, the tough, 
self-sufficient little kid seemed to be in a panic, his teeth chattering, 
his face tense, tears streaking his cheeks. 

Jane loved the feel of his head on her sensitive breasts as she hugged him, 
and the chafing itch between her legs came back. 

"What is it, Benjie?" she asked, holding him tight. "Why are you crying? 
Come into the kitchen, right now!" 

When he told her he had been home, found all the family gone, and had then 
gone to Chuck's-"They were acting very strange, Miz Murray. All of them. 
They scared me!" he said-her first thought was for his feelings and his 
belly. 

"Then you haven't had your dinner," she said, and turned on the oven of her 
range. "Here, start on some of this cold chicken. I'll heat us a couple of 
barbecue sandwiches. Come on, Benjie, you have to eat. Now, what about the 
family?" 

Between mouthfuls of chicken, washed down by cold milk, he told her-a death 
in the family up in Los Angeles, no way to reach him, his mom had left a 
note; she and the other three kids wouldn't be back tonight. 

Jane's heart leaped. "You can't stay in your house all alone," she said, her 
pulses hammering. "You'll have to spend the night here!" Dear God, she 
thought thank you for this gift; I promise I'll be so good to him! 

The manly little fellow responded immediately, once it was settled that he 
had a place to sleep. That such a courageous little kid might fear sleeping 
alone in a deserted house was no surprise; Jane knew many grownups who felt 
the same. As his tension relaxed, he came around to her side of the table 
and boldly ran his hand down inside the neck of her dress, handling the warm 
weight of her breasts and, when she looked up at him, smiling at his 
brashness, he quickly kissed her, running his tongue as deep into her mouth 
as he could. 

"You come on upstairs with me, young man," she ordered him in mock severity; 
"I'll take some of that out of you!" 

"Oh, gee whiz, ma'am, How are you going to take it out of me?" he asked, 
grinning, and Jane, her hand between his thighs, hugged him tightly, her 
thoughts wild but tender. 

"I'm clean, Miz Muarray-Jane, I mean," he protested when she had said a bath 
would be nice. 

"I know, dear, and I love you just the way you are-I was thinking I might be 
getting, well, a little bit gamy, myself, and I've been dying to have you go 
over me, ever since you left. And besides, I wanted to soap you up, to have 
the fun of washing your hard peter, and your balls, and having you wash me 
all over!" 

But, when they undressed, in her big bedroom, with the big, comfortable bed 
so near, and she saw his young penis, so rigid that his heartbeats were 
making it tremble, she forgot the delights of bubble bath and warm water. 

"Oooohhh!" she moaned, dropping to her knees on the floor, faint from the 
joyful thought of sucking his unwashed dick, "Let's bathe later! Oh, dear! 
Are you sure you'll like my pussy even if it smells just a little, uh, 
ripe!" 

For answer, he tumbled her onto the bed, laughing, grabbing for her breasts, 
rolling on her belly getting a nipple jnto his mouth, sucking it so hard 
that her inner fires, decently banked after the big afternoon, immediately 
roared into flame. 

She stroked his head and let him enjoy her breasts, leaping as he jammed his 
fingers into the suddenly released flow of her cunt-juices. "Oh, my dear!" 
she whispered brokenly, "That feels so good! Oh, Benjie, do you remember all 
I showed you down there-my clitoris, the inner lips? Find them, but go easy! 
Oh, my God!" she shrieked. "That's it! Easy! Ohhhh!" Her hips began to heave 
from side to side. 

There was a hot pain in the lowest part of her belly; she knew how much she 
needed and adored to be sucked hard, but this was a hungering for something 
bigger, more solid than a tongue, or suction, no matter how artfully 
applied, or by whom. She drew his face to hers and tongued him hard, feeling 
her aching need grow in the hot gap between her throbbing cuntlips. "How 
close are you to a cum, Benjie?" she whispered. 

He grinned confidently. "You want to know if I can fuck you good and not cum 
too quick, don't you?" he inquired. "I'm hot, but I can really hold out, 
now! Just let me taste your pussy, just a little. I want to eat it while 
it's ripe!" And he giggled. 

She began to move her body even as he pushed himself off her and down, 
taking one final, deep, hard suck at her swollen breast. 

She tried to relax as she felt his fingers part the outer lips wide. "Oh, 
Jesus, Jane, this smells better'n ever!" he moaned. 

She was swept by a mouth-watering need for his prick in her throat, opened 
her mouth to beg for it, and then his warm, sweet, wise young mouth came 
down on her exposed and palpitating flesh, and the delicious ecstasy flamed 
through her. But this was, , somehow, different and sweeter. 

For one thing, except for her mind full of broken pictures of love and lust, 
her entire body and all its needs could concentrate in that one marvelous 
spot between her legs-all so she could let herself go and ride the dark, 
soaring waves of inner orgasm with just one blindingly bright spot, her 
clitoris, which was in such an intense stage of enjoyment that it seemed 
disembodied, off by itself, dwelling, glowing, throbbing, beating a 
concentrated joy into her belly, up and down her thighs, under and into and 
between her buttocks, carrying the twisting, crazing itch of cumming deep 
into the midnight slickness of her guts. 

"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh!" she groaned softly, her arms lying beside her, her 
hips heaving and twisting in a measured roll. "Oh, baby, suck easy! EASY! 
Oh, God, Benjie! It's so GOOD! SO GOOD TO CUM! Oh, please, NOT SO HARD, DAMN 
IT! Ohh, that's it Benjie, Ohhhh!" and the last wave of this solid burst of 
heat flamed in her cunt and let her drift down, down, gently, feeling 
renewed rather than drained, the warmth solid and comforting and life-giving 
in the flowing depths of her vagina. 

The boy, his cunt-smeared face grinning, kneed his way between her legs. 
"Now," he said, "it's my turn. You know something? Maybe that was good for 
you because all you had to do was lie there and enjoy it." At her smile, he 
said: "So maybe now, if I stick it in, you can make me cum just by squeezing 
down on it. Right?" 

"I've got a better idea, Benjie," Jane whispered. "Lie on your back, you 
know, the way Chuck was this afternoon? Did you ever do it that way, with 
the girl on top? It can be wonderful, and you don't have to do anything at 
all." 

He rolled over, and she took just one deep, loving suck at his prick, 
gently, since she knew he must be very hot. Besides, she was aching for this 
tool to be inside her; it was not so big as Chuck's, but she knew men three 
times his age who had no more; it would he loosely in her overflowing 
channel, but she could clamp her vaginal muscles down on it hard enough to 
milk him of all his sperm, any time she wished. 

"Now," she whispered. "Don't move. Let me put it in. OOOww! Baby, right 
after a woman cums, she's so sensitive that it hurts just too good! You know 
how the head of your cock feels just after you've cum?" 

He grinned up at her and reached for her breasts, swinging down to him with 
their warm, smooth weight. "Just put it in," he said. 

Smiling, watching his eyes as he looked at her, a grown woman sitting over 
him naked, holding his prick with a hand reached around and under her ass, 
she felt a deep joy at the pleasure and education she was giving him, as 
well as at the joy she was giving herself. 

The smooth head of the cock felt so marvelous, so altogether delightful, as 
she slowly wiped it up and down on her opened lips. She felt the warm, 
slobbering flow from her vagina wash her fingers, and she found the hole 
almost snapping in its eagerness to get this hard young bar of meat into its 
aching throat. The throat of her cunt! It was a most wonderful thought. A 
sweet flowing, toothless mouth, its lips trying to nibble? the strong throat 
muscles at the cunt's portal; the cum-juice more syrupy and slick than her 
mouth's spit-oh, God, so sweet to be a woman, so beautiful to have this 
prick! 

The cum-itch was momentarily blacked out by the fierce joy of hard meat 
crowding the kinks in her vagina, kinks caused by her sharply U-shaped 
crouch. Her knees were by Benjie's ribs, her body lying on his, her ass so 
wide open that she felt the kiss of cool breeze on her anus, which felt like 
an opened rose. One push of her body back and down, and his young cock would 
bang against her cervix, the mouth of her womb, and she sensed he was too 
close to cumming to take much of that. 

"Benjie," she whispered alongside his cheek, "do you want me to sit up so 
you can see and play with my breasts? Do you want to suck them? Does it feel 
good the way it is?" 

She was coaxing him back, away from the edge of orgasm, and he knew it, and 
laughed aloud. "I'm all sort of cummy, Jane, but I can hold it back a 
little. It feels so hot and slick. I'm hitting something in there, just a 
little." 

"It's called the cervix, darling. It's the mouth of my womb, where your seed 
tries to get in and make a little baby in me. And it's like a mouth, too, a 
little tiny mouth with lips harder than your hardest muscle. Feel?" and she 
worked her body down, just a hair, feeling the good, hard, solid knock of 
his prick, deep inside. 

"Ooooh, baby!" the entranced boy murmured. "When I start to cum, will you do 
that some more? Oh, you're squeezing me!" he cried. "It's like I was jerking 
off with just my thumb and one finger! But better! Oh, Jane, I'm able to 
hold out! Ohhh! Thank you!" 

His strong arm went around her back and he hugged her so that her breasts, 
already painful, full of blood and heat from this long and lovely play, were 
smashed between her body and his with a shock that was unbearably lovely, 
the heavy hurt going deep into her inner pleasure resources, mingling with 
her cunt-flame, her fuck-joy. 

"Will you cum when I do?" he whispered. 

"Not if I can help it," Jane said bravely. "I just want you to have it all, 
like you gave it to me a while ago. I want to feel you shooting that 
wonderful stuff into me, feel it burn and ooze and run out, down my thighs, 
onto your belly. Oooh, Benjie baby, it's mighty hard not to cum!" She 
quivered. 

"I've been ready to cum ever since you put it in for me," he said. "Won't it 
be nice when I teach Kedra and Frannie to do it this way, to hold it and 
handle it and ease it in? But never as nice as you do it! Oh, Jane, I 
think-IT'S CUMMING! I CANT STOP! Ohhhh! So good!" 

She shut her eyes and prayed not to sweep into a fuck-mad whirl on his slim, 
boyish body. Let him have it, Lord, her mind said. 

Unbidden, the strong muscles in her vagina gripped the jerking prick, 
sucking the gouts of his rich, slick seed up into her depths, their gripping 
and slipping contact giving her great joy, as she knew it must be giving 
him. True to her promise, she bobbed her ass up and down in time with the 
powerful jerks of his spurting cock, feeling a solid jar on her womb's 
mouth, a joyful pain that went clear to her spine. 

She let his penis subside, waited for its final, last-minute throb, and 
then, lowering her mouth to the boy's and getting her tongue against his, 
she permitted her overtaxed pussy to go its own gently wild way, enjoying 
the lovely, slow-moving wave of orgasm as her sloppy cunt-folds laved and 
sucked at Benjie's spent prick, feeling the wealth of her cum-fluids and his 
pearly sperm pump out into her cunt hair and onto his belly. Her position 
kept her weight off the boy; she looked with deep affection at his happy 
face, as relaxed as if he were already deep in sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Now, on a beautiful, cool, sunny morning, they lay in bed, and Jane, leaning 
back on huge pillows, her eyes closed, her face in a smile of gentle 
passion, looked from under her eyelashes at Benjie's intent face as he slid 
his fingers in and out of her warmly open, wetly drooling pussy. 

She could see his young cock; it was lying, fat but soft, on his hairless 
thigh, and it was thickly slicked with the fruitfulness of her loins and 
his. He was fucked out, and she needed nothing, really, although this gentle 
stretching, this loving push of his fingers, was delightful beyond words. 

She moved off the pillows and squirmed around so that her face was on his 
thigh, her belly and its open, inviting slit near his face. 

"Suck me just a little, Benjie," she said lazily. "And I'll clean your 
lovely cock. Ooooh!" she said, pulling the damp, warm tidbit out of her 
mouth and kissing swiftly around its shriveled pink head. "It tastes go 
good! Ohhh, baby! That's good, too! My little sap sucker! Suck it all out; 
half of it's yours!" 

She pushed him away at last, gently but firmly. 

"You're sure of what Chuck said, Benjie? And his old man? He really plans to 
come in here and attack me? That seems crazy to me. Doesn't he know I can 
have him arrested for trespassing?" 

"He said you wouldn't dare, Jane. And his church council said so, too. Six 
or seven old guys. They said it's the only way to pay you back." 

"Hah!" Jane exploded. "So Chuck copped a plea. Nothing about him and 
Frannie, of course." 

The blue-eyed kid's face broke into a grin. "Course not. And Fran doesn't 
really know what's happening; women never are allowed in the men's council. 
I got it from Chuck, afterwards. He was like crazy. It really scared me." 

"I know," Jane said softly, stroking the boy's flank. "You're a wonderful 
friend, Benjie. So they think they can slap a contributing rap on me. Hmmm. 
It could be done. And it's a bad one. I was stupid. I'd beat the case, but 
it would hurt a lot of my friends, people who love me. It'd hurt you." 

"And Fran and Kedra, Jane. Honest. They really love you." 

Jane sighed, then giggled. "If I have to let six or seven of those stinking 
bastards hold me down and screw me, or face a charge of contributing to the 
delinquencies of several minors, maybe I'd be smart just to drive over to 
the airport, get on a plane, and get lost for a year or two." 

Benjie's face cleared, then clouded again. He shook his head miserably. "I 
sure would hate to see you go. But maybe it's best." 

Jane slapped him on his hard muscled rump and rolled out of bed. 

"Let's get dressed. That breakfast we had in bed wasn't enough. I'll fix us 
some steak and eggs. Listen, what did your mother say when you called her?" 

"She thinks you're wonderful to 'take me in,' Jane, that's the way she put 
it. She says she and the kids will stay up in L.A. if that's all right with 
you." He laughed aloud. "I never felt so good in my life. I'm not even 
afraid of Chuck's old man." 

"I may have an idea that will take care of Mr. Knowles, Benjie," Jane said 
slowly. "We'll wait and see." 

She got a pair of small, thick top sirloins out of the fridge and put a dab 
of garlic butter on each before shoving them under the broiler, stirred four 
eggs with a slosh of thick cream and set them aside, then split two large 
rolls and slathered them generously with butter before putting them into the 
oven. When the steaks were brown and crisp on one side, she poured the 
beaten eggs into a smoking hot pan, turned it from side to side to keep the 
mass of egg from sticking, then gave it a casual flip so that the improvised 
omelet turned over. She winked at the wide eyed boy, turned the heat off 
under the eggs, and slid the steaks out of the broiler, all in one blend of 
motion. 

"All that fucking surely gives me an appetite," Jane twinkled at the openly 
admiring youngster who grinned at her with his champing mouth full of steak 
and eggs. "And even all that cum I swallowed doesn't keep me from getting 
hungry." She patted her belly. 

"No calories, hay?" the youngster joked, and suddenly stopped what he was 
doing. "Somebody just went by that window," he said in a low voice. "They're 
at the back door." 

Jane sat still. Whatever those lunatics at the Church of God's Little 
Brothers might plan to do, this seemed a weird time for it. Nine in the 
morning! Preposterous! Nevertheless, she was glad the doors and screens were 
locked, and she could get to a phone quickly. 

When there was a tapping at the kitchen door, and Jane went to look, she 
burst into a happy laugh and ran to throw open door, screen and all, holding 
her arms wide for the tall, blonde young girl who threw herself on Jane, 
sobbing. 

"Come on, baby," Jane said, her voice happy. "What's wrong? What can be 
wrong, when you and I are together? And look, here's your little pal, 
Benjie!" 

She led the! tearful child inside and sat her down at the kitchen table. 
"We're having a big breakfast," Jane said. "Eat with us!" 

While Jane broiled another steak and scrambled more eggs, Frannie got 
control of herself and dried her tears. With a catch in her voice, she said: 
"Oh, Jane, I've just found out the most horrible thing!" She smothered a 
sob, and Jane, coming over to put an arm around the girl's very grown-up 
looking shoulders, said: "Pooh! I think I know what it is, and I think I 
know what to do about it." She put the food before the girl, kissed her on 
the cheek, and sat down. 

"All I need to know," she said thoughtfully, "is the exact time those 
weird-ohs plan on raiding me. Do you know, or can you find out? It's really 
important." 

"I heard some talk on the phone. There was a lot of phoning back and forth 
because they want as many of the elders as they can get to be in on 
the-well," and the girl flushed in shame, "they call it punishment. They 
finally agreed they'd meet at our place at five o'clock sharp." 

"That probably means they'll try their gang-bang on me about five-thirty, 
maybe sooner. Right?" 

"I heard father say: 'We'll waste no time.' And the dirty old creeps are 
drooling to get at you, Jane. Believe me, every one of them knows you, every 
one of them wants to shove his nasty cock into you! Ohh!" and the girl flung 
herself on Jane's breast, her head on the older woman's shoulder. "I wish I 
could kill them!" 

Jane laughed, a carefree sound. "If they weren't such hateful old bastards, 
it might be fun," she said musingly. "My dad used to say 'the older the 
buck, the stiffer the horn,' and it wouldn't be bad to be the bangee in a 
gang-bang. It's been a long time!" She laughed reminiscently, and turned to 
Benjie. 

"You don't have to go home, do you? But you," she said to Frannie, "maybe 
you should. Until oh, say, four o'clock. Can you leave then without anyone 
noticing?" 

"The men are so hopped up they can't see straight, I expect," the girl 
answered. "Jane, are you sure you won't get hurt? I don't think I could 
stand that. If my father hurts you, I'll murder him!" 

"Don't worry," Jane said soothingly. "When you come back, bring your bicycle 
all the way back and hide it in the shrubbery, then come on in. I'll have 
the doors locked, but I'll see you. Benjie, some time this afternoon, hide 
your bike, too." 

On the upstairs telephone, Jane called a number at the Santa Vaca Court 
House. "I want to talk to Dave Valentine," she said. "Tell him it's Jane 
Murray, in Sonar Beach. Oh, hi, Dave," she said, after a short wait. "We 
graduated together, remember me? Yes, I'm the same Jane Murray that 
contributed to your last campaign. That's not important. I want a favor, 
maybe a big one, but only because I think someone's doing something really 
bad. Okay, I'll tell you." 

She went into her bedroom and found the two kids lying together on the big 
bed. They were a foot apart, and Frannie still had her clothes on, the same 
shirt and old jeans of the day before. 

"Here, you two, quit mooning! Get your clothes off! Fran, we've got just one 
boy between us, and we have to get everything out of him that we can. And 
still have our kicks, right?" 

By the sheer force of her courage, she lifted their spirits, so that, by the 
time she was naked, Benjie's sturdy young cock was coming up to its full 
length and thickness, and the lovely Frannie, her woes forgotten, sat on the 
bed, her graceful young legs wide apart, her dainty blonde muff separated to 
show the shell-pink of her girlish twat, her arms braced behind her, 
giggling as Benjie pretended to count "eenie, meenie, miney, moe" between 
the two women. The idea of Fran going home was forgotten. 

"Let's see," Jane said, her voice husky, "We want to give this dirty old boy 
the time of his life, don't we, Fran? We'll fuck him and we'll suck him, and 
keep him hot, hot, hot, until we get ready to drain all that jism out of 
him!" She rolled her eyes. "We ought to cum about ten times each. We girls, 
I mean, not Benjie." 

She giggled like a school girl, but the talk, the naked youngsters, the 
pictures she had in her aphrodisiac mind were getting her too hot for 
comfort, her cunt beginning to itch, to open up, to exude a quick run of her 
inner sweetness down her leg. 

"Can he fuck you first, Jane?" Frannie asked in a low voice. "I'm not 
afraid, but-I was thinking-maybe you could suck me while he was, uh, 
slipping it to you." 

"I'll suck you completely dry," Jane hissed with mock ferocity. 

She plunged her face between the girl's sweet, strong thighs, and Benjie 
took Frannie's ankles and tipped her into perfect position for Jane to dive 
into the pinkly opened labia. 

The same hot factors which had triggered Jane's intense feeling was, of 
course, at work in the juvenile vagina she was tenderly licking. The slick, 
syrupy, clear cunt-ooze came out in mouthfuls as she sucked, and Fran, going 
limp, then tense, then limp again, cried out: "Oh, Janey, my lovely! 
OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! I'm into it! Cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" 

There was a bright, happy flame in Jane's body, in her mind, in her cunt. 
She looked with loving consideration at the relaxed twelve-year-old girl, 
and turned with restrained, calculating passion to the strongly built, 
undersized boy with the blue eyes. And with the hard prick, she thought. 
God, how I love him! She knew she loved the girl with an equal flame, in a 
different way, needing them both. But this was cock, Cock! 

"Come here, Benjie," she whispered huskily. "After all we did last night, 
can you still want to fuck me? Wouldn't you rather have something new? And 
young? Look at Frannie-baby, here. Look at that sweet little pussy!" She 
licked her lips, her heart pounding, so hot she was within a whisker of 
cumming, wanting that throbbing piece of hard young meat more than she had 
ever wanted anything. 

The boy looked calm, interested; he stroked the young girl on her soft 
belly, running his fingers lightly into her slit, then turned to the 
crouching Jane. 

"I want to fuck Frannie-baby, sure, Jane," he said. "But not now. Right now, 
I've got a craving for real, grown-up pussy, with a lot of hair. And muscles 
to pull it all out of me. Okay, Fran?" 

He knee walked to Jane and grabbed her breasts, hanging long and firm as she 
stayed on hands and knees. He whinnied like a rutting young stud, his eyes 
glazed with heat, and choked out a word: "Fuck!" Once more, as his hands 
pulled the cheeks of her ass roughly apart, he grunted: "Fuck!" 

Fran was sitting up, now, her eyes bright, as Benjie got on his knees 
between Jane's haunches and aimed the red tip of his cock into the 
throbbing, wet pinkness that thrust out from her thick outer lips. The girl, 
with a low groan of driving passion, lay between the other woman's arms, and 
Jane, half-mad with excitement and anticipation, said hoarsely: "Ram it in, 
Benjie! Hurt me! Oh, God, that's it! That's it!" She dropped to her elbows, 
feeling the hard cock go slamming into her cervix, giving her a sick-sweet 
cramp deep in her guts, and began to kiss the young girl, their tongues 
interlacing in a warm, slick bath of their spit, thickened by the flame of 
their desires. 

"I'm cumming," she said against Fran's tongue, and the girl, understanding, 
smiling, loving the new flame in her tender young cunt, released Jane's 
tongue and slid to where she could get one of those hard, distended nipples 
in her teeth. 

"JESUS!" shrieked Jane. "Both ends! Oooooohhhhh, Benjie! Stick me, baby! 
Harder! Oh, God, Frannie, give me your cunt!" 

But, as the girl writhed her young body forward in perfect willingness, 
everything inside her loosening, melting, in the soft, sweet orgasm of 
empathy, Jane screamed harshly: "Ohhhhh, let me CUMMM! Jesus, let me CUM!" 

She fell to her side, carrying the slightly built boy with her, his arms 
gripping around her belly like a dog stuck into a bitch by the swelling of 
his "dog knot." From the drive of his small, strong buttocks, he was 
shooting his young load into her pussy, the slick sperm going in jets to 
where nature intended, all over the hard, blood-black mouth of her womb, and 
all she could do was groan out her ecstasy, too great to put in words. 

Frannie rolled to her and began to kiss her again, humping her young, 
strongly built ass, her mind a pleased whirl of lust. 

When she stopped, Jane said weakly: "That was too marvelous! But I wanted 
you to suck Benjie. I wanted you to learn to swallow it!" 

The girl rubbed her tits, swollen as big as Jane's, their nipples long and 
hard, on the pleased breasts of her grownup friend. 

"I want to swallow it, Jane," the child said huskily. "But I want to swallow 
it out of you. I wanted Benjie to shoot it into you. You'll be my cup, your 
pussy will be my cup that runneth over!" She smiled dreamily, and Jane's 
legs went weak as Frannie's flushed young face pushed down to the streaming, 
slobbery lips, to drink the pearly sperm from the spasming vagina. 

Thus, as the old love song says, they passed the time away in warm embrace, 
ate lunch, and Fran, nervously watching the clock, said: "Oh, look! It's 
getting so late! What can we do, Jane?" 

Jane kissed her. "You don't have to go home. It's all fixed. Benjie, hide 
the bikes, then come upstairs. Be sure the front door-all the doors, and 
screens too-are locked." 

Upstairs, she took Frannie into the room where she had so cunningly brought 
about her brother's downfall. "You're going to bring your father down, a 
hundred times worse than anything you ever thought, if you've got the guts," 
she said in a tense voice. 

The blonde girl closed her eyes, drawing a breath which made her taut young 
breasts lift proudly. She trembled, put her face in her hands, and sobbed: 
"Oh, Jane, I'll worship you forever!" 

"You know what I want, then? All right, baby. 

Kiss me! When the guys get here-" and she looked at the watch on her 
wrist-"any minute, all we do is wait." 

She put Benjie in the bathroom where she had stood to watch Frannie's act of 
moral violence on her brother. There was a resonance of chimes, and she went 
downstairs, welcoming two husky young men in uniform, who eyed her with good 
humored curiosity. 

"You must have a lot of clout, lady," one of them said, running interested 
eyes up and down the warm curves of Jane's figure. "Not often the D.A. sends 
two men out when no charges have been filed. What is it, a big drug bust?" 

"You'll get the idea when the time comes," Jane said. She led them up, 
ushered them into the bathroom with Benjie. Even in the dark, they saw the 
gorgeously bare body of the young girl, her sweetly rounded ass rising, 
darkly cloven, in the gloom. One of them whistled, but Jane said angrily: "I 
didn't ask Dave Valentine to send me a clown!" and the fellow answered 
humbly: "Sorry, ma'am, I couldn't help it." 

There was another ring of chimes, and Jane ran down the stairs, thinking: 
They cut it pretty fine. 

She undressed deliberately as the chimes banged again, and controlled her 
breathing as she went to the door and opened it. She stood in her 
provocative nakedness, eyeing the tall, stern looking man who stood before a 
group of six others. He was not a wild-eyed maniac, as Jane had expected, 
simply a tall, calm, smooth faced man of forty or thereabouts. He did not 
smile. 

"Jane Murray," he said calmly, as though reading a warrant for her arrest, 
"you have sinned against the Lord and against the State, and we are here to 
punish you!" The simplicity, the hard drive obvious in the man, made Jane 
shiver. 

"Fuck you, you shit-eating rubes," she said, crudely and clearly. "You lay a 
hand on me and you'll be hiding out forever!" 

The tall man smiled frostily. "On the contrary, ma'am, we aim to fuck you," 
he said. "To teach you not to sin with young boys, not to corrupt youth. 
Open this screen!" 

Standing with her loins out-thrust, Jane sunk two fingers deep in her pussy, 
pulled them out dripping with her cunt fluids, and flipped the clear, 
fragrant pussy-juice on the screen. And then, as Darrell Knowles reached for 
the handle on the screen, Jane let out a shrill scream as though deathly 
afraid, and ran for the stairs. 

There was blaze of brilliant light in the upper hall. It had been planned. 
Jane dashed through it, stopped, turned cunt-first toward the crowd seething 
at the foot of the stairs, let them see which door she chose, and ran 
through it. Even though she had kept her eyes less than half open, the dark 
in the room struck her like a blow. Coming in from outdoors, through that 
blaze of light, neither Knowles nor his zealots would see very well. 

She was in the bathroom now, grabbing up her Hasselblad camera, its 
automatic controls set for fast, sure action. She focused on the white form 
on the bed, barely visible in the finder, and heard the two men from 
Valentine's office suck in their breath. 

There was no rush; the men, headed by then-leader, came in quietly. Knowles 
went directly to the bed, slapped the naked figure on the thigh, and said: 
"Roll over, you whore of Babylon. Here, Micah, here Japheth, lift her legs!" 
He had his cock out, and Jane thought: Oh oh, maybe I should have done it 
myself, for the size and hardness of it was fantastic. The others had jerked 
their hard old pricks out, too, and she could imagine the foxy, salacious 
grins on their self-righteous faces. The girl had let herself be turned on 
her back, legs wide apart, but drew her forearm across her face as though in 
fear. 

Jane heard the girl groan, whether in lust or shock or pain she did not 
know, but she knew that the big man had penetrated the tender cunt of his 
daughter. His strong hands pulled her body up, pulling her onto his cock as 
a man draws on a glove, and he, all afire with the lust of sex, the lust of 
cruelty, jerked the girl's body back and forth on his big prick as if he 
were masturbating with her young cunt as a surrogate fist. 

There was a deep groan of passion beginning to whine out of the tall man, 
and a scream of lust from the girl. Jane, awaiting this moment, very calmly 
shot her first flash picture, then a second, then a third. In the glare of 
the third flash, Jane saw that Fran was sitting up, her young face twisted 
in a grim smile of victory. Her father's jets of sperm were splattering on 
her face, her quaking breasts, and Jane shot again, knowing that this time 
the churchman would have his gaunt face turned right to the camera. 

In fact, all the would-be avengers were turned toward the lens, ridiculous 
looking with their gnarled old cocks in plain view, their faces furious. 

One of the men from the District Attorney's office turned on the big 
overhead lights and, as Darrell Knowles came at him in Old Testament fury, 
he snatched a blue-steel revolver from a beltclip and snarled: "I hope you 
make me shoot you, you stinking, baby-fucking sonofabitch!" 

Frannie was perfect. She ran and threw herself on Jane, crying: "My own 
father! He said he'd get me! He's always wanted me!" 

Over the girl's naked shoulder, Jane saw the tall man's knees buckle, saw 
him back blindly toward the bed, where he sat down heavily, his face gray, 
pulpy looking. He's as close to death as he can get without going over, she 
thought. 

He bowed his head and everyone heard his moan: "She's destroyed me!" He 
licked dry lips, and one of his elders said sorrowfully: "She's destroyed 
our church!" 

There was a pregnant silence for a few moments, and one of the young 
investigators from the D.A.'s office said: "We'll need a couple of station 
wagons to haul these old dummies down to the courthouse. We'll need you and 
the girl to sign complaints, Miz Murray. Better eat first; there's a whole 
book of complaints against all of them." He winked at Jane, and she 
appreciated his finesse-with her prominence, she might not wish to be 
involved; this was her chance to say what she wanted. 

She was charmed. Her nudity, Fran's nudity, did not seem to bother the two 
strong, vital young men, now that they were into an official action. They 
were very nice; perhaps she might need their services again. And soon. 

"You're a dear," she said. "Perhaps it would be best not to make an arrest, 
have a horrible trial. It might ruin this young girl's life. Her own 
father!" and Jane managed a convincing shudder. On her shoulder, Fran 
giggled, and Jane said quickly: "Get her out of here, Benjie; she's close to 
hysterics!" The small boy, decently clad in his bright surfers, led Frannie 
away, his eyes bright. 

"One thing's for sure, ma'am," the investigator said: "We can't let that 
young girl go home again, not with this man. She'll have to go to a foster 
home, something like that. Would it be too much to ask-well, you are her 
friend-could you take her for a while?" 

Behind him, Jane saw the gaunt preacher raise his shoulders and drop them in 
a gesture of defeat, of acquiescence. 

"Of course," she said brightly. "A marvelous idea! I suppose the District 
Attorney will want to do something! But I hate a trial!" 

The young man turned to the dejected church group. "Okay, if this lady 
doesn't want to file charges, we won't," he said. "We ought to, though. 
Incest, rape, contributing, conspiracy, enough to put all you old buzzards 
away for a long time. But you can go. So beat it! Get lost!" 

Neither Knowles nor any of the others so much as looked at Jane, although 
she stood with her glorious body bare for all to see. 

When all the outsiders had left, Jane walked back to the door of her own 
bedroom and eavesdropped shamelessly. It was Benjie's voice she heard, 
raised in some protest, and she went in. 

He had obviously been shaken by the drama of the chancy scene which Jane had 
successfully pulled off, and he was pushing at Fran, who was laughingly 
trying to get her face down to his lap. 

When Jane rolled him over and held him, leaning down to rub one of her 
breasts on his face while Frannie mouthed his cock, now beginning to swell 
again, he began to laugh. 

"You women are crazy!" he gasped. "After all that scary stuff? What the hell 
are you up to?" 

Fran looked up, licking her young lips, her firm breasts against Benjie's 
thighs. "I don't know about Jane," she said, "but I thought she and I were 
supposed to suck all this cum out of you. All I got was a short, fast 
fuck-without a kiss, too-and I'm still as hot as a firecracker. Jane, 
doesn't Benjie owe us something?" 

"Yes, indeed," Jane panted, "and we owe him. One of us is going to get 
fucked, and one of us is going to get sucked, and he's going to get both! 
You hear that, Benjie?" 

The muscular little boy, his cock beginning to expand, began to push himself 
up on the bed. His hands now free, he clamped Fran's head to his crotch. "I 
know when I'm licked," he said. "And you'll know when you're licked, baby!" 


THE END
