The Fire In May's Bush
by Grace Eddy
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FOREWORD 

Grace Eddy has done it again, and The Fire In May's Bush is a sizzling 
success ... exactly the type adult novel you expect from Surrey House, Inc. 

May had lived alone for far too long ... alone high in her fire-watch tower 
with nothing to keep her company except an occasional passing bird and a 
head full of passionate, erotic memories. That's where she was when the 
horny little boy stumbled onto the scene. He was hunted and wanted and there 
was absolutely nothing he could do about anything she felt like doing to 
him, and once she pulled his little pants down and checked out the 
merchandise, her fantastic imagination went wild and a pedophile of the 
first degree burst full-blown upon the sexual scene. 

Dr. Lester B. Wade, a New York psychiatrist, is very familiar with women of 
May's type. In The Journal of Sexual Pathology, he described someone much 
like her when he wrote: "The female pedophile is every bit as dangerous, to 
the sexual development of the young, as her male counterpart-and perhaps as 
numerous. The reason why so few female pedophiles are detected appear quite 
obvious when we consider the following fact: that the natural role of boys 
in life almost precludes their ever reporting an incident where a woman 
tries to molest them sexually-only too true after a boy reaches a certain 
age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he will 
seldom risk embarrassment, the shame of having to report that a woman got 
fresh with him. As to the more sexually mature youngster, he might well not 
only enjoy the situation physically, but even deem it the highest kind of 
compliment that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a 
'real man!'" 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

He was slim, dark, maybe fifteen, with a narrow band of somewhat lighter 
skin delineating the place where he usually wore swim trunks. His cock was 
long, straight, rock hard, throbbing as he poured it into her. May knew she 
was dreaming but she couldn't stop. Didn't even want to stop. She even knew 
why she was dreaming. Early that morning she had climbed down the tower to 
feed her cat. He had swaggered up the path through the pines wearing a 
shredded ear and a feline smile of joyous satiation. 

Trying not to think about how long it had been since she had felt that way, 
May had glanced down the path. Behind the cat a pair of ruffed grouse also 
sensed the tomcat was not in a hunting mood. The cock grouse was happily 
bobbing atop a somewhat ruffled hen. Feeling a certain emptiness, May had 
asked herself once more what she was doing there. Then her dream ended with 
the abrupt jangle of a telephone. 

"Number ten," she answered. 

"Hello, May, seen any strangers up that way?" She recognized big Ed's voice 
and wondered what the chief ranger was doing out of bed at that hour. 

"No," May said sleepily. "What time is it anyway?" 

"About two A.M.," Ed said. 

May glanced briefly around at the mountains somewhere out there beyond the 
glass sides of the tower. She saw no signs of fire. It was a cloudy moonless 
night and she saw nothing apart from mist on the glass. "Nothing here," she 
said vaguely. 

"Not a fire I'm calling about," Ed said. "Look, May, I'm worried about you 
up there alone." 

May wondered if the chief ranger had flipped. She had spent four summers up 
there alone and nobody had ever worried-least of all May. 

"There was a break-out last night," the ranger explained. 

"The kids?" 

"Yup. But, May, those aren't just kids. If one of those raping, shooting 
murderers shows up on your side of the mountain, you call me quick. You got 
a rifle there?" 

May was wide awake now. Sudden excitement pulsed through her. "Yes, Ed," she 
said, "I've got a rifle somewhere. I suppose I'd better go look for it." 

"You do that. Near's we can tell, eight of them busted out. Couple of them 
are real bad. You be careful. You see anything, you call me." 

"All right." 

"And, May," Ed continued in a pleading voice, "don't you go gettin' soft 
hearted over some kid that'll slit your gizzard." 

May gave a guilty start and began to reassure him, but the ranger had 
already rung off. She guessed she'd better rummage in the closet beside her 
narrow bed and see if she could find that rifle. Then she turned around 
toward the door that went down a fifty-foot ladder and saw the rifle. It was 
in the hands of a boy. He didn't look more than twelve. 

May wasn't frightened at all. Her first thought was puzzlement at how easily 
the boy had found her gun. Then she remembered earlier that day she had 
gotten it out and left it by the door on the odd hope of hitting the coyote 
which had been stalking her tomcat. That was one mystery solved. 

The next mystery was how she was going to get the rifle away from this 
frightened kid before he did something neither of them really wanted-like 
shooting May. 

May was pushing forty and, thanks to diet and climbing that damned 
fifty-foot ladder a dozen times a day, still looked like twenty-five if, as 
she had been known to remark without too much bitterness, the lights weren't 
too bright. Right then the light wasn't bright at all. She was wearing the 
heavy chenille robe that life in the mountains at this altitude made a 
necessity. 

Beneath the robe she wore a matched set of size forty, 'C cup tits adorned 
only with a pair of pink nipples. Below May wore a pair of bikini panties 
barely wide enough to cover the abundant growth of reddish fur on her pubic 
patch. Suddenly her mind was clear. This boy, if he was one of the 
break-outs from the camp, had been out in the woods for months, maybe years 
without seeing a woman. May remembered her own life on a farm years ago. She 
had been the eldest. When she had been sixteen her younger brothers had 
peeked frantically into her room, down the chimney or dangling precariously 
from second-story eaves, risking life and limb with one-handed grips, 
fucking their phrenetic fists as they prayed for a glimpse of her naked 
body. 

May had always pretended she didn't know they were there. And once in a 
great while she had rewarded their persistence by taking all her clothes off 
before turning out the lights. It had given her a warm glow of something to 
be admired by her little brothers. And on the farm where May had grown up, 
warm glows had been hard to come by. She wondered what a sudden unexpected 
look at a few acres of female flesh would do to this trembling 
twelve-year-old who pointed the rifle in wavering circles. 

Moving slowly so as not to startle him, she made a production of untying the 
bow of her sash. The boy watched silently. May had never actually seen a 
burlesque show, but from bits and snippets she had picked up in movies, it 
didn't seem too hard. Mentally humming that tune the strippers always used, 
she pulled slowly on one loose end, then the other, teasing back and forth 
until finally the knot collapsed. She caught the edges of her chenille robe 
and very slowly began opening them. 

She stopped just as her tits threatened to escape and cocked her leg until a 
knee peeked from the voluminous folds. Swaying gently, she straightened 
again and eased the robe open until it gaped a full inch from top to bottom, 
affording the staring boy a hint of navel, of the deep cleavage between her 
firm forties, and a flash of pink from her fist-wide bikini panties. 

The boy's mouth opened and closed. He seemed to have forgotten the rifle 
which still pointed toward her, wavering wildly in his uncertain grasp. May 
squinted momentarily but the light was so dim she couldn't tell whether the 
gun was cocked. She knew it was loaded though. That was enough. 

Normally, May would never have thought of exposing herself to anybody, much 
less a twelve-year-old boy but, though she had lived a straight life, May 
was not stupid. She knew perfectly well that one false move could kill her. 
And if she could save her life and keep from getting a hole in her smooth 
white skin, there would be time later to ponder the rights and wrongs of 
what she was doing. 

Now she concentrated on doing it-gently, teasingly, squirming and working 
until the robe gaped another inch. The boy seemed hypnotized, but May knew 
one false move would remind him that he held her rifle and her life in his 
hands. She wanted to move closer to the boy, but it wasn't time yet. She 
shrugged and noted the boy's disappointment as her robe came back together. 

If only I had a radio on, or some music playing, she thought. She began 
humming the "Stripper's Waltz" or whatever it was called, giving her one-boy 
audience bumps and pelvic grinds in time to the remembered music. His mouth 
opened and hung wide until she nearly laughed. But that could be fatal. 
Twelve-year-old boys don't like to be laughed at. Despite herself, May was 
feeling something else too. She intended to distract the kid and get the 
rifle away from him, but she caught herself wondering what would happen 
if.... 

She straightened again, shoulders back, tits out. The robe gaped invitingly. 
The boy leaned forward. She realized now that with a little luck, she could 
move gently forward and wrap her arms around him, move forward, push him 
backward in a slow, deathly waltz until he stepped backward out the door and 
missed the first step on that fifty-foot ladder. May couldn't quite bring 
herself to do that. He couldn't be over twelve. Besides, there had to be 
some practical use for a boy like him. She remembered her dream of a moment 
ago. 

That damned dream! It seemed to May that she had been dreaming the same 
dream forever, but it had really only been about a year. For the first three 
years after she had given up on a husband who loved his mother more than he 
could ever love a mere wife, May had been so happy to be out of the marriage 
trap that she hadn't even thought about sex. But time heals all 
things-except the lack of a good stiff prick. Nothing, May suspected, would 
ever replace that. Not even all the peace and quiet out there in the woods 
where she could sunbathe naked and not see another human being for a month 
at a time. 

And then that dream had started bothering her. May was intelligent and held 
no illusions about herself. She needed a fuck. It had been so long since she 
needed one that May had painted herself into a corner. There were no 
eligible men around there. No men period! 

When the slim dark boy began haunting her dreams, May was first tipped off 
by the thin line of white skin around his loins. It was a distorted memory 
of her own sun-browned body in the mirror. Of course, there was another 
ingredient in this moonlight cocktail too, but that went way back when May 
had been a girl, young, inexperienced, but eager to learn. Once then there 
had been a slim dark boy. She wondered what had ever happened to him ... but 
at the moment she had a different problem. 

The boy with the rifle stared open-mouthed. He licked his lips. Without 
knowing it, he had moved a step closer to her. If she dared, May knew she 
could reach out and touch the tip of the rifle. But too many things could go 
wrong. She let her hips sway with the rhythm of remembered love. The 
chenille robe gaped once more. Now it was exposing the inner sides of her 
firm forties, gaping to expose her deep navel. The boy's eyes burned, 
memorizing the smooth roundness of her firm belly. May twisted slightly and 
thrust one leg forward. 

The robe slipped back obligingly to unveil an unbroken line of skin from 
throat to toe, exposing the firm tapered smoothness of thigh and calf. She 
was thankful now that she had taken the time to exercise, had learned the 
patience to pose so that even barefoot she could give the impression of a 
satin high-heeled slipper. The boy was practically melting. She was afraid 
he would relax his grip and drop the rifle. If it went off God only knew 
which direction.... 

Then abruptly he remembered it. His grip tightened on the stock. May could 
see it. The safety was off. The rifle was cocked. She hadn't left it that 
way. This twelve-year-old might not know too much about women's bodies, but 
he knew one end of a rifle from the other. 

She was within touching distance. The boy seemed to be realizing it too. In 
another minute he would recover from his hypnosis and put a proper distance 
between himself and her. May couldn't let this happen. She took a deep 
breath and decided to do what she had to do. She took a firm grip of the 
edges of her robe and waited until his eyes tried not to show the 
disappointment as he realized the show was over. Then, before he could 
react, she threw the robe wide open, spreading it like Dracula's cape behind 
the magnificence of her unveiled body. 

The boy's mouth gaped open again. Before he could recover, May moved gently 
forward until his open mouth was breathing moistly on her firm round 
ski-jump shaped forties. She got one arm out of the robe and pulled him in 
close to her, feeling a fugitive thrill as his yearning young body strained 
against her. 

But with her other hand, May carefully swung the robe up and over the boy. 
Suddenly she stepped back and pulled it down like a net over his head. 

The rifle clattered to the floor and went off. Behind her somewhere May 
heard the tinkle as one of the lookout tower's windows disintegrated. But 
mainly she was busy entangling the boy in the robe. He struggled and cursed 
with an amazing versatility, but he was only twelve and not too big. May was 
an extremely healthy woman. She let him kick blindly until one of his 
clodhopper shoes caught her on the shin. That, she decided, was enough. 
"Stand still," she snapped, "or I'll blow your goddamn head off!" 

Clearly, the boy knew she hadn't had time to get the fallen rifle. When he 
kicked again, she lost patience. First she swung the bottom of her closed 
fist hammer-like at the bulge in the robe that had to be his head. While he 
was reeling, she picked up a set of binoculars and gave him a full-strapped 
swing that landed on the opposite side of his head. The boy went down 
without a sound. 

First she unloaded the rifle and hid the clip. Then she pulled the tangled 
robe from around the boy's head and shoulders and looked to see if she had 
done him any permanent damage. Before she had time to peel back his eyelids 
and look for unequal dilation, the boy was snorting and preparing to come to 
again. Hurriedly, May removed the web belt from his dungarees and fastened 
his hands behind his back. Then she removed the sash from her robe and bound 
his feet. She studied the arrangement a while, then brought the loose end of 
the sash up behind his back and tied it to the belt around the boy's hands. 
As long as he lay on his side with his knees bent, he could rest 
comfortably. 

She was stepping back to admire her knots when suddenly she realized what 
she had forgotten. She looked at the window. The wild shot had sent a 
spiderwork of cracks through the pane but the actual hole was only about six 
inches across. Still, with freezing temperatures that was enough to make 
life miserable up here in the tower. May was damned if she was going to use 
her own clothing to stuff the jagged hole. She thought a moment, looking at 
the still groggy boy. Then she untied his ankles and swiftly removed his 
pants before tying him up again. 

When she finished stuffing his pants in the broken window, she turned to see 
the boy staring at her. Suddenly May realized she was still naked. No wonder 
she was shivering. She started for her robe, then ... she didn't know 
exactly what she felt. 

Partly exhibitionism, she guessed, for May knew she still had a good body 
even if she was pushing forty. But it was also part pity because the boy had 
expected-had practically been promised so much ... after all, he had seen 
her naked. The damage was done. What harm was there in walking around naked 
the way she usually spent her days out there in the forest, as long as the 
boy was safely tied up? 

Clad only in her pink bikini briefs, May stepped over the prostrate boy to 
the wall telephone. She picked up the receiver and listened. Nobody on the 
line. She pushed in the 'central' button on the left side of the box and 
cranked vigorously with her other hand. 

Twenty-eight miles away and four thousand feet lower, big Ed picked up his 
own receiver. "I got one of them," May said. "When can you come for him?" 

"You all right, May?" big Ed asked. 

Catching a glimpse of her bare body in the full length mirror on the closet 
door, May said, "Sure I'm all right. When can you come and take this little 
delinquent off my hands?" 

There was a confused gabble of voices on the other end. Finally the ranger 
was back on the line. "I was on the radio with the sheriff's department," he 
said. "You know that clearing about a mile below your place?" 

"Yes." 

"They'll be there with a helicopter as soon as it's light enough to land." 

"You mean I've got to-" Suddenly May knew there was no way out of it. She 
couldn't expect the deputies to smash up a machine and themselves in the 
dark just to ... "All right," she sighed. "I'll sit here all night and keep 
my eye on him. But you better get here early in the morning or I'll give him 
a sandwich and point him toward the next county." 

"Now, May!" the ranger protested, but this time it was May who hung up 
first. 

She checked the boy's hands and feet. He was tied securely but nothing was 
swelling, so she guessed the bonds weren't too tight. She stood uncertain 
above him, wondering what to do next. Finally she decided to make a pot of 
coffee. Across the room the boy watched her silently. Still clad only in 
bikini briefs, she measured coffee and water and fiddled with the stove 
until finally it settled down. There was nothing else to keep her busy. She 
went back to sit on the edge of her bed. 

When she had stripped the boy's pants off, May had been so busy she hadn't 
really noticed. Now she had time to inventory the boy. Beneath his ragged 
dungarees, the boy had worn nothing. She wondered what had possessed him to 
tear off through the freezing night clad only in dungarees and T-shirt. Even 
inside the lookout tower, it had been nearly frozen. With coffee beginning 
to boil, warmth was misting the windows until the place was downright cozy. 
She guessed she ought to put her robe back on but ... to hell with it. She 
got a mild little buzz out of the way the boy's eyes were memorizing every 
smooth curve of her solid womanhood. From the corner of her eye she was 
inventorying him too. 

The boy was just beginning to grow his first crop of pubic hair. For his age 
he seemed singularly well endowed, with a full, well-furred scrotum 
surmounted by the nicest cock May had seen in nearly four years. But of 
course, it was the only cock she had seen in that time. She wondered if her 
memory was playing her false. 

"Can't be more than twelve," she thought. "I'll bet he can't even get it up 
yet." The coffee threatened to boil over. She jumped from the bed and strode 
to lower the flame, feeling the jiggle of her firm tits as she bounced 
across the room. And when she returned to sit on the edge of the bed, May 
noticed one change in the boy. He still lay on his side facing her, hands 
tied behind him and joined to his ankles until he had to bend his knees for 
comfort. The boy's eyes had not stopped following her. The only difference 
was in his cock. 

The boy's straight uncircumcised phallus was long and straight, with a 
broad-flanged, spear-headed tip. It had swollen until the purple tip of his 
cockhead peeped eagerly from the end of his tight-stretched foreskin. As he 
lay on his side his cock poked straight out from his belly, describing 
wavering circles that reminded May of the way he had pointed that rifle at 
her. ' 

"You could have killed me," she said conversationally. "And now, instead of 
me just killing you and letting the coyotes take care of your body, I've got 
to sit here all night and watch you. Can you give me one good reason why I 
shouldn't just push you off the edge of the tower?" 

The boy said nothing, but his cock began to droop. May laughed. She really 
didn't want to but it reminded her of that miserable excuse for a husband 
she had had. All she had ever wanted from him was a good fuck once in a 
while. She would have been perfectly willing to earn enough money for the 
both of them. May would have done the housework, too, if he had ever 
insisted. But the miserable mama's boy hadn't ever had the guts to insist on 
anything. And May had done it knowing exactly what she was doing, unable to 
help herself. If only I could find a man strong enough to make me feel like 
a woman, she thought. Instead I end up deballing them and someday I'll turn 
into a man. 

Just like she was doing with this little brat. Well ... not exactly a brat. 
"How old are you?" she asked. 

The boy said nothing. 

May stared at him for a silent moment, then stood and strode to turn off the 
stove. When she looked back, the boy's hard-on was reviving from the 
inspiration of her lithe body bouncing across the room. "You like it?" she 
asked. 

Still the boy remained silent. 

"Shit!" May growled in an unladylike voice. "If you were old enough to know 
what to do with your dick, maybe we could find a way to pass the time until 
those deputies get here. By the way, what happened to the other seven of you 
that broke out?" 

There was a puzzled look in the boy's eyes. 

"Do you speak English?" May asked. 

After a moment the boy nodded. 

"How old are you?" she repeated. 

Still silence. 

"Look." She passed her hands up and down her body, cupping her firm jugs in 
her hands and waggling them. She knelt until she was practically dragging 
her tits across his face. Still the boy said nothing, silently devouring her 
with his eyes. 

His cock strained and throbbed, jerking in time to his racing heart. She 
wondered if he had ever ... of course he had, she told herself. Boys will be 
boys, only nowadays they would be men too, long before they had in her day. 
She remembered back on the ranch with her brothers. 

There had been three of them, and May was the only girl. At sixteen she was 
lovely as an old man's memories of a full life, with firm hard tits pointing 
defiantly skyward, nipples showing through the starched cotton of her 
blouse. Other girls of her age wore bras-usually encouraging their fullness 
with padding of cotton or rubber. May had always had a thing about 
brassieres. Even pushing forty she didn't need one and refused to wear any. 
At sixteen this refusal to wear anything beneath her blouse had driven her 
brothers apeshit. In town at school it drove everybody else ape, including 
several elders of the Congregational Church. But May never lingered in town. 
Always she caught the school bus home. Often she was tempted but it was a 
small town and everybody knew everybody and May was not just a hot-blooded 
young girl with a full mind-blowing body. She also had a brain to go with 
it. 

But home on the farm with a brother fourteen, a brother twelve, and a 
brother ten, there was a great deal of desire under the elms. And the funny 
part was it had all seemed to start with the youngest. At ten Gabriel was 
about as ugly a boy as can be imagined. He had a pug Irish bulldog face, 
ears like jug handles, a missing tooth, freckles on top of other freckles, 
and all the slings and arrows of outrageous juvenility. The funniest thing 
about it all was the way even girls a couple of years older all conspired at 
ways and means to get Gabe off into the bushes. 

If Gabe had lived close enough to town for a missed school bus to be an 
inconvenience instead of a catastrophe-and if there had been any bushes 
convenient, chances were ten-year-old Gabe would have been fucked into dry 
bagged idiocy before he was twelve. As it was, he was still as virgin as a 
national forest. 

"May," he asked one Saturday morning, "what's it like?" 

"What's what like?" 

"Uh-well, you know." 

May was honestly puzzled. "No I don't," she said. "What're you talking 
about?" 

Gabe looked around and made sure they were alone. "Promise you won't get mad 
if I say a dirty word?" 

May was slightly amused. She tried not to show it. "Go ahead." 

"Fucking." 

There was a long moment's silence. "Well?" Gabe finally asked. "Well what?" 

"Well what's it like?" 

May didn't know whether to be outraged or amused. Mostly she was astounded. 
"Why ask me?" she asked. 

"Haven't you ever?" 

"No." May thought a moment. "Have you?" 

"No." 

There was another long silence. "Why," May finally asked, "did you ask me?" 

"I thought you might know." 

"What do you want to know?" 

"Well...." Gabe hesitated. "People keep wanting me to do it, and I'm not 
sure I know how." 

"Who wants you to do it?" 

"Oh-girls." 

"Girls?" 

"Yeah." 

May wondered how much truth was mixed into wishful thinking. She knew from 
Gabe's guarded manner that she would never be able to coax the name of any 
specific girl out of him, but maybe she could narrow down the field and 
discover a few things she hadn't known about the community in which she had 
been born and raised. "How do you think you go about it?" she probed. 

"Well. You've seen dogs do it?" 

May nodded. 

"And the pigs, the cows and horses-they all do it the same way. It seems to 
me maybe boys and girls could do it the same way." 

May made a noncommittal noise. 

"You think that's the way they do it?" Gabe probed. 

May shrugged. 

There was another pregnant silence. "I ain't never seen a girl's," Gabe 
said. "Is it like a cow's?" 

"I should certainly hope not!" 

"What is it like?" 

May was an intelligent girl. She had bathed Gabe until he was old enough to 
bathe himself. Yet suddenly it occurred to her that she hadn't really seen a 
real man's equipment either. She wondered how much her little brother's dick 
had grown in the last six years. She was searching for a way to guide him 
into asking a certain question when he beat her to it. "You don't know 
anything either, do you?" Gabe asked. 

May didn't trust herself to speak. She shook her head. 

Gabe blurted it out hurriedly before he could change his mind. "I'll show 
you mine if you let me see yours." 

May got to her feet and began walking toward the stand of willows behind the 
barn. Gabe watched her back, sweating an agony of indecision as he tried to 
decide whether she was so mad she wouldn't ever speak to him or. ... Just as 
she disappeared in the willows, May turned and looked at him. Gabe made sure 
nobody else was looking. Just then his two older brothers came out of the 
barn looking rather furtive themselves. Suddenly Gabe knew what they had 
been up to. He shrunk back out of sight no more eager to see them than they 
seemed to want to be seen. 

There was some rough and manly talk about going into town and flushing some 
quail, but Gabe knew even better than the two older boys he was overhearing 
that this was just talk. He sweat and silently cursed and prayed. Finally 
the older brothers disappeared. Gabe skirted the barn, slunk between the 
corn crib and the manure pile. Taking advantage of the tall weeds, he made 
his nearly invisible way out to the willows. It had taken him so long he was 
afraid May might have changed her mind. 

But when he got there she was sitting on the bank of the pond. "Want to go 
swimming?" she asked. 

"Sure," Gabe said. 

"I'll undress you," May said. 

"Yeah?" Gabe hedged. "And then what?" 

May looked long and levelly at her ten-year-old brother. The silence between 
them grew tense. She took off her saddle oxfords and her white cotton 
anklets. Still clad in white cotton blouse and a brown skirt, she sat back 
on the bank, rested her weight on her elbows and threw her firm young tits 
skyward. 

"What do you think's fair?" she asked. "After I've undressed you, what would 
you like to do?" 

Gabe stared at her. He licked his lips and swallowed hard a couple of times, 
not really believing what he had heard. "Uh-could I undress you?" 

May struggled not to smile. "And then what?" she asked. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

What had happened that day down in the willows when May was sixteen and her 
brother ten had no bearing on what was happening right then in the lookout 
tower when May was thirty-nine and a half, with tits to match, and kneeling 
in front of a tied-up boy of twelve, watching as his straining throbbing 
cock tried to match inches with years. 

Of course his cock wasn't really that long. It was only about six inches, 
but they were such straight, hard, wonderfully thick-headed and firm inches 
that May knew it would be a shame to let such a pristine hard-on go to 
waste. She knelt farther forward until her firm jugs actually brushed across 
the boy's face. Then she straightened and considered him, thinking aloud. 

"You still won't talk. But we both know you can if you want to. And once you 
get out of here, providing I let you get out alive, you're going to talk 
your fool head off, but do you know what's going to happen?" 

The bound twelve-year-old before her obviously didn't. 

"Your story's going to sound exactly like the kind of wishful thinking and 
dreaming every normal boy invents. People are going to look at you and 
they're going to look at me. Then they're going to laugh and shake their 
heads and say, 'Damn, what an imagination that little bastard's got!' And 
then you're going to learn that it helps to have a reputation for telling 
the truth. Of course, if you'd had that kind of a reputation you wouldn't 
have ended up in that place, would you?" 

The boy's eyes never left her tits. May abruptly stood. Still facing him, 
she did the one thing she knew would pull his eyes from her firm forties. 
She put her thumbs under the fist-wide band of her pink bikini panties and 
began slowly pushing the smooth fabric down past the bulge of her hips, slow 
as an hour hand to expose first one crisp reddish hair, then a tiny tuft of 
her pubic patch. 

Posing before the silent boy with her panties at half mast, she asked, 
"What'll you give me to go the rest of the way?" 

There was the usual silence and then the boy's lips moved. After a couple of 
tries he finally managed to say, "I ain't got nothing to give." 

"Now that's better," May said. "And of course you've got something to give. 
Two or three things, as a matter-of-fact." 

"What?" 

"Well...." She paused. "There're two things you really want now, aren't 
there? You want me to pull these off the rest of the way." She stopped to 
give her pelvis a grind in the best burlesque tradition. She caught her 
thumbs under the panties and slid them down to expose another fascinating 
fraction of an inch of her mons veneris. 

The boy's eyes remained riveted on her well-furred bony prominence. 

"And most of all," May continued, "you want me to untie you." 

From the sullen silence that greeted her pronouncement, May knew she had 
picked a born loser. It saddened her, but ... after all, she wasn't a 
bleeding-heart social worker. She knew what kind of boys ended up in that 
place on the other side of the mountain. 

"So...." she said and sighed. "You won't make one offer, not one promise if 
I untie you. So we both know we can't do that. Now ... the question is, what 
am I going to do to pass the time until sunup with a naked boy in my house?" 

She stood before him gently swaying her hips. The boy licked his lips and 
stared at her crotch. She put her thumbs under the panties and slid them 
down another quarter of an inch until her furry pubic patch was half 
exposed. The boy was breathing hard, panting almost as fast as his racing 
heart was beating. His swollen, ready-to-explode cock peeped purple from the 
tight-stretched expanse of foreskin. 

May knelt again before him. She put out a hand and captured his wildly 
waving cock. The boy moaned. She felt its hot throbbing length imprisoned in 
the soft warmth of her hand and knew in another second she would have the 
solution in hand. She was momentarily reminded of her former husband's 
blurting, spurting incompetence. And this boy had such a lovely hard-on. It 
would really be a shame to lose it into the air. 

She squeezed. Hard. The boy flinched and groaned. Still holding his cock, 
she felt it start to shrink. Within seconds she held a withered 
twelve-year-old's penile peanut. The boy looked at her with agonizing eyes. 

"Don't take it so hard," she said. "You can always get another one at your 
age." 

She caressed his withered wand and ran a gentle tickling finger between his 
legs until she found the tender sensitive strip between asshole and balls. 
The boy groaned and squirmed as she ran her gentle tickling finger along his 
taint, then stopped to cup his well-furred scrotum. "Ooooooohhhhh!" he 
moaned. 

"Ooooohhh, yes," May murmured. She ran a gentle stroking hand up the 
underside of his reviving rod. "Now what would you give for me to do that 
again?" 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Please!" 

May gave his cock a comforting squeeze. She considered the way he was tied. 
Then just to play it safe, she made sure the boy hadn't loosened any knots. 
He still lay on his right side, wrists bound behind him and linked to his 
bound ankles. As long as he kept his knees bent, the boy was fairly 
comfortable. She finished her inspection and returned to sit on her bed. 
Slowly, she finished her coffee. The boy stared. 

When she was ready, May stood up again. She decided to stop with the 
strip-tease bit. This time she got her thumbs under the fist-wide band of 
pink fabric and removed her bikini panties. She stood totally nude before 
the boy who still couldn't stop staring at the fur-forested mound of her 
mons veneris. 

"Let's see if you can roll over onto your back," she suggested. 

The boy tried and didn't do too well. 

"Keep your knees bent," she said, and began maneuvering him until the bound 
boy rested comfortably face up, knees bent in classic missionary position. 
She studied his T-shirt clad form a moment. With his bound wrists under the 
small of his back, he was going to start hurting soon. She found pillows and 
placed them strategically under his shoulders and his slim hard ass. "That 
better?" The boy nodded. 

"All right," May said. "If you'd spent less time stealing hubcaps and more 
time in school, you'd know we're about to enter into a quid pro quo 
relationship. In plainer terms it means you do something for me and I do 
something for you." She reached between the boy's gaping thighs and captured 
the firm fullness of his eager erection. She gave it a gentle loving 
squeeze. "Would you like me to do that again?" she asked. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" the boy said. 

"I shall assume that means yes," May said. "Now I'm going to see if you have 
enough imagination to figure out what the pro quo is that I expect from you 
in return for this quid." And she gave his throbbing young cock another 
gentle reminding squeeze. 

May stood again. Suddenly she remembered there were still seven other 
runaways unaccounted for somewhere out in the woods. She strode 
magnificently naked around the tower, but it was still dark and the windows 
were misted from making coffee. She wished somebody had thought to make the 
kind of ladder you could pull up, but the tower's ladder was permanent. She 
opened the door and shivered at the chill outside air. A flashlight showed 
no evidence of intruders at the base of the tower. Satisfied, she closed the 
door and shot the bolt. 

The boy's burning eyes had been following her naked progress around the 
small octagonal room. 

Facing him, May considered what she was about to do. It was hard to guess 
what a boy of his age really knew. Some, she supposed, were as blissfully 
ignorant of the mechanics of sex as she had been at that age. Others 
possibly knew more about it even than she did now at thirty-nine years and 
six months of interesting and adventurous life in a full-blown, hard-muscled 
female body engineered for fucking. 

The problem was one of efficient management. May knew she possessed an 
inexhaustible fount of orgasm in this twelve-year-old. The problem was how 
to manage it so that he wouldn't explode in ignominious ejaculation each 
time she tried to get that marvelous muffin-stabber inside her hungry cunt. 

Considering it coldly, she knew she couldn't. Sure as hell the boy would cum 
before she could even get a comforting glow going inside the smooth hardness 
of her athletic belly. She was going to have to go at it differently. But 
would he? 

She posed before the boy, standing on tiptoe to emphasize the 
prick-stiffening curve of her long straight legs. She had no need to stretch 
or twist to conceal anything. Her firm hard belly had no stretch marks for 
May had never had a child. Her navel was deep and well shaped, surrounded 
with just the right amount of soft femininity to drive young men mad and 
make old men think they were young again. 

She passed her hands caressingly up past the well-furred mound at her 
crotch, calling attention to her thighs, her belly, her small trim waist, 
drawing the boy's helpless gaze upward as she cupped her firm forties. 
Thinking of what was going to happen, May felt her tiny, still virginal 
nipples begin swelling to rock hardness, their tiny erections rivaling the 
boy's throbbing rod. She held her firmly upward pointing, ski-jump shaped 
tits, pointing them like headlights at the eager boy. 

Slowly, she swayed across the room toward him, oozing sex with every 
gesture. Finally she stood astraddle of the boy's upward-facing head, 
looking downward toward the inviting barely -haired triangle of his own 
crotch with its throbbing flagpole pointing up at her. It would be so nice, 
May knew, to settle her own cunt gently down over that waving wand, to feel 
its firm masculinity penetrate her own pulsating vagina. But she knew she 
wouldn't get that thumping spearhead halfway past the lips of her vulva 
before the boy exploded in uncontrollable blurting, hurting, spurting cum. 

But there were other ways. Still astraddle his head, May began very slowly 
to lower herself. Halfway down she paused to align her gaping snatch with 
the staring boy's mouth. "And now," she explained, "is where we learn if you 
cart come up with a little quid." 

She continued lowering herself, squatting astraddle the boy's face until she 
could feel his breath warming the inside of her wide gaping cunt. She 
wondered if the boy would know what to do. Maybe he was still too green for 
advanced exercises in lovemaking. Maybe he would close his eyes in horror 
and lose his marvelous muffin-stabbing hard-on. She breathed a silent prayer 
to Venus and continued lowering herself. She wondered if the twelve-year-old 
had any conception of the ballet-like muscle tone that it required for this 
slow-as-an-hour-hand squat that she was performing atop his face. 

Finally she felt the tip of his nose against the top end of her gaping slit. 
Now we separate the men from the boys, she thought, as her cunt throbbed 
with anticipation. The boy had still not said a word. She looked at his 
cock. Still rock hard and throbbing. May was reassured. Gently, she settled 
a silly millimeter farther down until her cunt sealed firmly. 

The boy was not hopeless, she guessed. He had opened his mouth to mate his 
lips with the gaping edges of her own vulva. She felt the warm wetness of 
his mouth against her. She settled comfortably on her heels, waiting to see 
what the boy would do next. 

The boy's warm wet mouth quivering against her cunt felt so good that May 
thought for an instant that she was going to cum right then and there. She 
braced herself, trying not to because she was afraid the boy might be turned 
off by a sudden flow of love's elixir. 

The spasm passed and she once more squatted comfortably astraddle his warm 
mouth, facing his cock. She reached out to capture it. The boy was so near 
explosion she knew it could happen any second. She squeezed hard. The boy 
bucked and his nose dug deep into her. She was afraid he would be annoyed, 
but apparently the boy understood what she was doing. There was a tense 
moment as he fought not to cum then his cock relaxed slightly from its rock 
hardness and May knew the spasm had passed. She put her hand between his 
gaping legs and found the tender strip of sensitive skin between his balls 
and asshole. The boy moaned inarticulately and clasped his legs tight over 
her hand. 

May waited. Finally the boy remembered the quid pro quo of their connection. 
Hesitantly his tongue began probing the warm wide wetness of her open cunt. 
It felt so goooooood! 

So good that May couldn't control herself. She felt her belly tense and 
twist, gathering forces. There was that warm roiling wave of wetness surging 
through her as it had years ago when she had been in the habit of fucking 
regularly. Why, she wondered, had she abstained for so long? Life was so 
short, good fucking so rare that May resolved never to waste another minute 
of it. She was warming, swelling, squirming as great rolling waves of 
passion pulsed through her round firm belly, causing her cunt to flutter and 
contract uncontrollably. 

Suddenly the boy's tongue found the opening to her cunt. It shot deep into 
her, so deep she wondered momentarily if he had a cock in her instead of a 
tongue. But no cock could be so warmly supple as it twisted and turned 
inside her, stretching the walls of her vagina to taste joy's juices from 
unexpected angles. May felt her love-starved body gathering forces for 
another assault. She tried to stop it but before she knew it May was no 
longer in control of her body. Her belly was throbbing and thrilling again, 
responding to the boy's agile tongue inside her vagina. She struggled not to 
fall over. 

She didn't make it. May felt her head spin with the pure lustful joy of 
cumming. She fell sideways with the boy's head still between her legs. It 
felt so wondrously, joyously good that she didn't really care. 

A moment later she revived. The boy still lay awkwardly between her legs. 
His mouth was now glued to the tender inner surface of her thigh. She 
captured his waist and twisted until he lay once more on his side, this time 
pillowing his head on the inner side of one of her thighs. As he burrowed 
into her crotch again, May lowered her other thigh onto his ear. She lay 
facing the stiff maleness that pointed lazily at her, describing wavy 
circles that reminded her of the way he had pointed the rifle. 

Then his tongue shot bullet-like into her cunt again and May promptly forgot 
everything but the warm throbbing goodness of it. This time he discovered 
her clitoris. Licking lazy lascivious circles around it, he paused for 
breath, no longer locking his lips in an air-tight seal. The cool mountain 
air struck the inside of her cunt and the contrast made her shiver with 
delight. His tongue touched her clit, barely tickling it. May sighed in 
happy relaxation, slowly recovering from the violence of two orgasms in a 
row. Finally she felt ready again. 

She put out a hand toward the cock that still waved only inches from her 
face. The boy was hot to trot, but after a moment's study she guessed he was 
not in imminent danger of explosion. She touched the tip of his cock, barely 
making her presence known as a caressing fingertip touched the stretched 
foreskin that gaped to expose the angry purple tip of his fuck tool. After 
she had run her finger around his foreskin, she ran that finger very softly 
up the underside of his hammer. The boy's cock leaped with renewed vigor, 
throbbing and thumping until, for an instant, she was afraid she had gone 
too far. 

But more importantly, his face dived into her crotch, licking, sucking, 
running his tongue in loving circles around and over her clit until she felt 
herself dissolving once more, floating away in a sea of sensuous delight. He 
stopped for a moment, then began experimenting, making sensual detours with 
every stroke, driving his tongue deep into her seething vagina, then coming 
out once more to rasp cat-like across her clit. May felt her whole body 
wanting to melt, to dissolve and float away in a flood of purple passion. It 
felt so good she wanted to shriek and yodel her delight to the mountain's 
wild inhabitants. The boy's tongue was driving her insane as he poked and 
probed, coming into her from unexpected angles, now scouring the tender 
inner edges of her lips, now deep into her vagina until she thought he was 
touching her cervix, now out again to lick lovely warm circles around her 
clit before retreating for a moment, causing her to wait in an agony of 
suspense waiting for his decision to drive deep inside her again or to run 
his supple tongue once more out to touch the throbbing surface of her clit, 
swollen with the juices of love long unfulfilled. 

It felt so warm and wondrously good that May could not remember ever having 
enjoyed the rites of love as she had with this young captive. There had been 
other times. Some good, some not so good. But now was now-right now. She had 
a warm breathing boy between her legs, licking her clit, kissing her cuntal 
lips, cuddling her ass until she wanted to shriek and wail the ecstasy this 
full-blown boy's blow-job was giving her. And then abruptly it stopped. 

May was heartbroken. She had been on the verge of cumming again, of flooding 
warm pools of passion from her love-hungry body. She looked at the boy's 
cock and was reassured. He had not fired his load into the air. Suddenly she 
knew what was wrong. This twelve-year-old was a quick learner. He had 
energetically delivered his quid. Now he was waiting for May's pro quo. 

She thought a moment, considering the various things she could do to bring 
pleasure to her bound captive. She could, she knew, turn him back face up 
and settle slowly down until her avid ass was impaled on his skewer. But the 
boy was only twelve. How long would he last, attempting a full-fledged fuck? 

She could also do what he was doing to her, but May knew the boy's hot young 
cock would explode even quicker if he felt the warmth of her lips sliding 
down over the end of his wanting wand. Once her teeth gently captured his 
foreskin and forced it down to reveal the naked splendor of his tasty 
cockhead, she knew she would have a mouthful of love's juice. Sadly, she 
decided on another alternative. 

Moving her face forward, she began blowing, puffing her warm breath on the 
just-beginning brush of hair around his scrotum. The boy's balls squirmed 
and shifted position. He moaned and waited for more. She put a finger to his 
perineum. As the boy felt her tiny tickle of the tender strip of skin 
between balls and asshole, his thighs closed convulsively over her ears. 

May felt his tongue return to its labor of love between her own long lovely 
legs. It felt so good she wanted just to stop and savor the full joy, but 
she knew if she did he would stop again. He was holding her tight, his 
thighs clasped over her ears. She put a hand behind him, working it around 
the piece of her chenille sash that held his bound wrists and ankles 
together. Probing blindly, she found the tight-clasped crack of his ass. She 
worked her way downward and found his just-beginning-to-sprout scrotal hair. 

Carefully, with loving tenderness, May began counting the hairs on his 
balls. The boy went wild, clasping and unclasping his legs uncontrollably 
over her ears. She felt the wild uncontrollable urge surging within him as 
he struggled to cum, but May was determined not to let him-not yet. She 
continued tickling his balls, stopping barely in time to prevent ignominious 
explosion. Resolutely, she blew her warm breath into his crotch, working 
around but never quite touching the throbbing knob of his cock. The boy 
strained and pushed, but May refused to give him release. Finally she 
stopped completely. There was a moment's respite and the boy realized the 
quo was over. It was time for a little quid. 

He began nibbling on the lips of her vulva, stopping occasionally to work a 
strand of hair out of his teeth. May relaxed and opened her thighs slightly 
so the boy could move his head. He dived in deeper, nuzzling and chewing on 
the throbbing lips of her cunt until she thought she would faint from the 
sheer lascivious joy of it. Inside her belly she could feel those powerful 
muscles gathering force for another bout. She sighed and tried to savor it 
all, remember it for the lonely nights to come when she would have nothing 
but the memory of a dream about a thin, dark-skinned boy. 

But to hell with daydreams. May didn't want her mind to wander. She wanted 
to feel, to remember every bite and nibble as the boy's mouth sampled her 
swollen vulva, stopping occasionally to lick her throbbing clit. He nibbled, 
skirting perilously close to the edge between pleasure-pain as May struggled 
not to drown in the waves of engulfing passion that washed over her. His 
tongue escaped her cunt momentarily and rasped wetly over the smooth soft 
skin between cunt and asshole. 

She felt her touchhole tighten spasmodically as a wave of shimmering fire 
shot through her. She caught herself wondering what it would be like to have 
his arms around her, hugging her ass, pulling himself in deeper, faster, 
harder ... but she remembered how she had first seen this little 
monster-pointing her own rifle menacingly at her. No way, she decided, was 
she going to cut him loose. 

Besides, he was doing very nicely the way he was with his hands and feet 
hobbled together. His educated tongue was poking and stretching the lips of 
her cunt between nibbles. After his first awkward chewing, the boy had 
perfected a technique of nibbling on her cunt lips, darting swiftly in to 
nibble her clit, back out to the edge of her box, and rapidly back onto her 
clit again that had May dangling precarious over a chasm of orgasm. She was 
sobbing for breath, struggling desperately to hold herself together long 
enough to rest up and let' it happen again. She tried to relax but that 
torturing tongue drove all hope of relaxation from her panting, straining 
body. 

Her belly quivered, then great rolling waves of passion swept through her 
once more. She felt her insides melting, flowing, as great coruscations of 
cum gathered within her. 

The boy stopped nibbling suddenly, waiting for a little quo in return for 
his quid. May didn't stop. Her belly writhed and twisted. Uncontrollably, 
her thighs opened and closed, clasping the boy's ears within their creamy 
softness. She could feel her clit fluttering as her whole body did its 
desperate best to turn inside out while she surrendered herself to the 
throes of the hottest, hardest, biggest orgasm she had felt in years. Great 
roiling waves of passion pulsated through her, sending radiant heat through 
her from head to quivering toe, swelling her nipples and making even her 
navel quiver from the pure sensuous joy of cumming. 

Her womb was doing flip-flops, pulling and straining first with, then 
against the rhythmic contractions that were forcing her cunt to squeeze and 
milk away at a cock that wasn't even inside her yet. She felt a great gush 
of warm wetness and then she felt herself sinking into a deep warm pink pit 
of bottomless, endless passion. 

When she woke the boy still lay with his head between her legs. She felt the 
moisture of her own cum running from her streaming cunt. She reached across 
to the stove and found a dish towel. First she wiped the boy's face, then 
her own cunt. With a happy sigh, she positioned herself again in the same 
way, laying on her side facing the boy's eager cock, cushioning his head on 
her thigh, warming his ear with her other thigh. And ... nothing happened. 

Finally May realized the boy was waiting for her to pleasure him a while. 
She was tempted to do it. Should she take that long slim symbol of his 
masculinity in her hands, in her mouth, or in her cunt? She gave the tower's 
steam-fogged windows a glance but the darkness outside was still absolute. 
It would be hours still before that damned helicopter full of deputies 
showed up to relieve her of her charge. Meanwhile she might as well relieve 
herself. 

She felt sorry for the boy-but not too sorry. He had pointed a loaded gun at 
her. He might have killed her. She supposed it would be fun to make him cum 
so many times he screamed and wailed for her to stop it. But, thinking it 
over, May decided it would be more fun if she made him do that to her. If he 
could leave her so satiated, make her cum so many times that she would 
finally feel like she never wanted to cum again-then, May decided, would be 
time enough to relieve his aching, hurting need. Meanwhile, she had to goad 
him into performing. She spread his legs and once more began blowing her 
warm moist breath on his balls. 

The trouble with this position, she knew, was that tied up with his hands 
behind him, the boy could only do so many things. Boys this age, if she 
remembered her brothers, could cum half a dozen times if they wanted to. But 
this boy knew he was in trouble, knew the law would soon be there to collect 
him. May suspected if she ever let him cum the first time, once the terrible 
driving urge of a stiff prick at age twelve was removed, this boy might sink 
back into the morass of his own muddied future. Firmly, she resisted the 
temptation to squeeze those great gouting jets of joy from the boy's rigid 
ramrod. 

She concentrated on blowing her warm moist breath on his balls, barely 
brushing her lips over the throbbing, sensitive underside of his cockhead. 
She knew the boy was angry, feeling he had given more than he had got. To 
hell with him. May decided to let him stay mad. But it became a point of 
honor with her to see if she could inflame him until he could no longer 
control himself. She was going to tickle, promise, tease, and titillate 
until the boy could grit his teeth in rage, but he would be unable to stop 
himself from diving into her crotch and doing all those nice things that so 
turned her on. 

She put her arms round his ass and drew him to her. Already she could feel 
the boy's resolve melting. His body stiffened but it was not the stiffness 
of anger. He was struggling desperately to hold his charge until May could 
decide to receive it properly. May was comforted that the boy was trying. At 
least he wished to get it into her. He wasn't content just to go off in the 
air. She put a delicate finger between the cheeks of his tight-clenched ass 
and waited until he had to relax for a second. She worked it in farther. The 
boy clamped down on it again. 

She began blowing on his rock hard cockhead. The boy's thighs opened and 
closed, clapping over her ears. She got her finger in farther until she was 
touching the pulsating rosette of his asshole. The boy stiffened. She began 
tickling, barely touching with a fingertip, and was gratified to feel his 
anus pucker as his thighs locked tight over her ears. She focused on his 
cockhead only an inch or two away and tried to guess how close to cumming he 
was. 

The angry purple head of his cock peeped wetly from his tight-stretched 
foreskin. She blew on it and saw its size increase slightly. Taking a 
calculated risk, she put her hand through his legs from behind, stopping to 
caress his balls on the way, and finally stopped with her fingers around the 
shank of his cock. The boy was so near explosion she knew she didn't dare 
touch the head of his cock. Even breathing on it was dangerous. But she had 
to do something to drive him over the edge, to make him do all those 
wonderful things his tongue was capable of doing inside her throbbing cunt. 

He stiffened once more as her finger captured the shank of his cock, but 
after a moment he relaxed slightly. She had gripped his prick at the base 
where it nestled in the promising beginnings of a pubic patch. Ringing her 
fingers around it, she began a slow, steady pull downward. 

The boy's prepuce was already stretched to its limit trying to surround the 
explosive swelling of his cockhead. Under the steady pull of her hand, it 
began slowly yielding. Soon it was halfway down the angry purple head of his 
cock. She blew her warm breath on the newly exposed area and the boy 
stiffened, hardening his whole body with the effort not to react. She 
relaxed for a moment but the stretched foreskin did not slide back up. 

She began pulling downward once more and abruptly the boy's stretched 
foreskin snapped down past the wondrous flare of his well-developed glans 
penis. May surveyed the purple majesty of his naked cockhead wistfully. It 
would be nice to taste it, but she didn't want him to cum until he had made 
her cum another fifteen or twenty times. She brought her mouth close to the 
hot purple wetness and blew her breath on his odorous cockhead. 

She was rewarded by a convulsive bucking as the boy drove his face into her 
crotch, licking her clit and sucking her cunt frantically as his dam of 
resolve broke. May gave a happy sigh. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Things hadn't looked so good that day back on the farm down at the pool 
behind the willows when she had been sixteen and her brother Gabe only ten 
and not one fuck's experience between them. Sitting beside the pool, she bad 
waited for her little brother to take up her offer. 

"If I let you undress me first, will you promise to let me undress you 
then?" he insisted. 

May was feeling a strange excitement come over her. She didn't know why. She 
had bathed her little brother until he was five. But when he had been five, 
she had been eleven. In the intervening five years she had grown the 
loveliest pair of tits in the county, and a pair of long, well-formed legs 
to match. And unbeknownst to herself, she had been growing a set of glands 
inside her, a full-blown set of urges and desires she didn't really 
understand. Otherwise, why would she now hesitate at the prospect of playing 
some childish sex game with her own little brother-why was she so filled 
with this strange rising, choking feeling that she could hardly speak. She 
managed to nod. 

"Awwww," Gabe protested, "I don't believe you." 

May glanced at her feet. She had taken off her shoes and ankle-length socks. 
Mentally she inventoried herself. She had on a skirt, a blouse, and a pair 
of rayon panties. For the first time in her life, she wished she was wearing 
a bra. She also wished she hadn't taken off her shoes. She looked at Gabe 
and tried to guess what he would have on underneath. 

The ten-year-old was wearing Levi's and tennis shoes. He had on a T-shirt 
and socks, she supposed. And probably he wore a pair of Jockey shorts under 
his Levi's. That made five to her three. She struggled to control the rising 
excitement within her. Finally she could speak. "I've already taken off my 
shoes and socks," she said. 

"Big deal," Gabe said. But after a moment he began taking off his own. He 
struggled with knotted shoelaces until May thought she would scream, but 
finally the boy had his shoes and socks off. They sat side by side looking 
at the pond, somehow not daring to look at each other. Gabe gathered his 
courage. "Now what?" he asked. 

May struggled and managed to speak. "Do you want to undress or should I 
undress you?" 

"Your turn," Gabe said. 

"All right," May replied. "Do you want to do it or should I?" 

Gabe was torn between desire and knowledge of his own clumsiness. "You," he 
finally said. 

May faced a new problem. If she removed her blouse, she gave away half the 
game in return for nothing. She considered the possible permutations with 
the articles of clothing they both probably wore. There was only one way for 
her to start. She undid the button and began working at the zipper of her 
skirt. 

Gabe's eyes bugged and May knew her ploy had been successful. By taking off 
her skirt, she appeared to be doing far more than by taking off her blouse 
when actually she was doing much less. If ten-year-old Gabriel chickened out 
at this stage of the game, she would have exposed far less of her lovely 
young body than she did every week when she swam in the school pool. She 
stood and let the skirt fall. Gabe's eyes bugged wider as she stepped out of 
it to pose before him in blouse and rayon panties. 

"Now you," she said. 

Immediately, Gabe began peeling off his T-shirt. "That's not fair," May told 
him. "I took off my skirt first." 

Gabe regarded this ploy with some suspicion, but was eventually forced to 
agree that her claim was legitimate. He began peeling off his Levi's. 
Moments later they faced one another still more covered than whenever they 
went swimming, but both suffused with a delightful sense of wickedness. 

May considered the next move. Should she remove her blouse, Gabe would be 
rewarded with a premiere showing of her fine firm young tits. In return for 
which she would get nothing. Hoping she was doing the right thing, May began 
sliding her pink rayon panties down. She had them resting on the bulge of 
her hips, nearly exposing the lovely new brush of pubic fur she had recently 
grown when she stopped. "Well?" she asked. 

Gabe stared. 

May worried. There was still time to chicken out. And the repercussions 
could be endless. Maybe she ought to laugh and point out that they saw more 
of each other every time they went swimming. But just then Gabe began 
sliding his Jockey shorts down his own slim hips. Like her, he stopped just 
short of exposing his own still hairless root. 

The sudden rush of excitement nearly choked her. For an instant May thought 
she was going to faint. And it was funny. She had never fucked-never even 
kissed a boy, but she was already thoroughly familiar with the feel of 
desire-that warming, building, churning within her that could leave her 
awake and sleepless, longing for a conclusion to the confused dreams of 
handsome young men touching her, kissing her, doing the most unexpected 
things in the most unexpected places. The saddest part about wakening was 
the knowledge that people didn't ever really do the things she remembered 
from her turgid and confused dreams. 

Oh, sure, May knew people fucked. She had seen the dogs and the farm animals 
and she had seen crude drawings on the toilet walls. But all those other 
things. She knew perfectly well nobody in his right mind would ever put his 
mouth in places like that. Still.... 

Facing ten-year-old Gabe, both of them with their underpants at half mast, 
there seemed to be an impasse. This, she realized, could go on forever. 
Meanwhile, if she didn't do something soon, May knew this strange unexpected 
excitement was going to choke her to death. She wondered if Gabe was feeling 
it too. 

She reminded herself that the boy had started this whole business with his 
questions. But May was older and more responsible. She knew she had guided 
the affair this way and that Gabe would have been content to leave it all in 
the realm of conjecture and wishful thinking if she hadn't volunteered 
to-What exactly, May wondered, had she volunteered to do? To show him her 
body, she guessed, in return for a look at his. Afterward.... 

She tried not to think about afterward. It was confusing. And with her own 
brother who was probably too young anyhow. They still faced each other, 
nether garments at half mast. May guessed she would have to take the 
initiative. She reached out for Gabe's hips. "You do me," she said. "Both 
together." 

Eyes much wider than usual, Gabe got his hands on her hips and gripped the 
edges of her half-lowered rayon panties. "One," May said. 

They tightened their grips on each other. 

"Two." 

The choking sensation was rising in May until she was afraid she wouldn't be 
able to speak. She drew a deep breath and tried not to think of the 
consequences of what she was about to do. She gulped, gasped, and finally 
managed to emit a strangled "Three!" 

Gabe jerked her panties down with a violence that promised future problems 
with the elastic. But she supposed he was still afraid of some kind of 
trick. She slid his Jockey shorts down until his hairless hammer was 
unveiled. At her first glimpse of it, May felt that excitement rising within 
her until she thought she was going to faint again. 

Why? she wondered. It was just a ten-year-old boy's cock. He wasn't a man 
yet. He didn't even have hair around it like she did around hers. She 
wondered if he was old enough to do whatever it was boys did with girls. 

They stepped back to look at one another and dimly she sensed that her own 
furry triangle was making a greater impression on Gabe than he was upon her. 
They stood amid the dropped tangle of lost modesty until finally May stepped 
out of hers. Gabe, apparently, had been expecting her to pull her panties 
back up momentarily. Now he was reassured. He stepped out of his shorts, 
too. 

They faced one another, a ten-year-old boy in a T-shirt and a 
sixteen-year-old girl in a blouse. After a moment the boy-began pulling his 
T-shirt over his head. May reached behind and began unbuttoning her blouse. 
A moment later they stood naked, studying one another. 

May couldn't speak. She had thought that strange choking excitement would 
abate once the deed was done; but here they stood naked as two people could 
be and still she was filled with this excitement. It wasn't exactly sexual. 
She had never experienced it before. Then suddenly she remembered she 
had-back when she had been five, when her mother had still been alive. 
Mother had warned her not to steal-cookies. May had. 

And after getting her tiny five-year-old ass paddled for it, May had done it 
again. She hadn't really wanted the cookies but she could. still remember 
the delicious rising excitement at the knowledge that she was taking a 
tremendous risk, doing something forbidden. She almost laughed as she 
identified the feeling now. So this was how a sixteen-year-old virgin stole 
cookies! 

They stood still facing each other in awkward silence, staring at each 
other's crotches, save that now Gabe's ten-year-old eyes were busy, torn 
between the desire to memorize her pubic triangle and the need to learn 
every fascinating fact about those twin volcanoes that rose from her chest, 
pointing tiny pink nipples straight at him like twin searchlights. He 
studied their full-rounded undersides, committed to memory the ski-jump 
curvature of their upper slopes. 

Meanwhile, May studied his tiny, ten-year-old boyfuck tool. It was hairless, 
which made the investigation easier. Behind she could see the snug tightness 
of his scrotum. Suddenly she noticed that the bag of his balls already 
possessed one thick grown hair. Soon she knew he would be as hairy as she. 
Could he ... ? 

"Does it ever get big and hard?" she asked. 

Gabe looked down self-consciously. "Yeah," he said. " 'Specially in the 
morning when I get up and have to pee real bad." 

May sat on the bank of the pond. Gabe sat facing her. May opened her thighs 
so he could look at her cunt. Gabe did likewise. After a moment they edged 
closer together until Gabe's legs were intertwined with hers. Still staring 
at each other's crotches, they inched closer. May put out a hand and 
tentatively touched Gabe's tiny hairless cock. It couldn't be more than a 
couple of inches long and was shrunk from the chill air until its foreskin 
extended like a wrinkled length of hose. Gabe didn't bat her hand away so 
she slid her palm beneath his balls, lifting his collection upward until she 
could see clearly how it all went together. 

Gabe put a hand to her hairy triangle. He fingered her curiously and May 
once more felt that rising excitement within her. She let the boy explore to 
his heart's content. As long as he let her handle him, it was the least she 
could do. 

"Awww," Gabe growled. 

"What's wrong?" 

"You ain't got no hole!" 

May felt that choking excitement ease. She almost laughed. "Yes I do," she 
said. She realized what was wrong. Like her, his only concept of fucking 
came from those crude stick figures on toilet walls where boy and girl 
walked into each other like a pair of opposing football players and the 
exaggerated phallus on one figure stabbed straight into the pubic patch of 
the other. 

"It's down here," May said, and guided his hand to the slit between her 
legs. 

Gabe explored her cuntlips. Hidden beneath her abundant hair, he had been 
close to never finding them as he poked and probed futilely at her mons 
veneris. Now he patted and palped their outline until he was mentally 
satisfied that despite May's protest, they were just like a cow's, except 
that May's was considerably smaller and satisfyingly tighter. 

He tried to get a finger between them and to his surprise he was suddenly in 
the damp. Gabe, at age ten, had heard of cherries and maidenheads, but he 
wasn't sure if they were the same. If they were or weren't, he was still 
unsure what either of them really was. But now his finger was between the 
lips of her cunt. 

May felt that rising, choking excitement again and couldn't understand why. 
His finger was between the lips of her cunt but he was exploring gently, 
partly because he didn't want to hurt her and partly because he knew he'd 
better not-not while she held his hairless hammer in her own hot hand. May 
knew that her hand explored deeper each time she took a bath. Yet there had 
never been this same delicious thrill before. She fell back farther without 
really realizing what she was doing. Gabe's finger passed downward from the 
front end of her slit where he had first entered. 

As his exploring finger ran over her clit, Gail felt a sudden spasm like she 
had never felt before. Her insides abruptly flip-flopped and she could feel 
her cunt move in rippling waves. Abruptly there was a feeling of wetness 
inside her, of flowing release as if she had to pee and finally, after a 
long wait, was being afforded this blessed relief. Gabe's finger was 
suddenly sliding easier inside her. . I've cum, May realized. I never knew 
what it was like before but it's supposed to be wonderful and that was 
wonderful and it happened when a boy put his finger into me so that's what 
it has to be. So that's what it's like to cum ... I wonder if I can do it 
again. 

Gabe's probing finger was encouraged by the damp. Now he was sliding back 
and forth over her slick swollen clit as he sought the deeper hole he was 
sure had to be there somewhere. May was breathing harder but she left her 
legs wide apart to facilitate his search. 

May wondered if it was possible to coax a rise from this ten-year-old 
hairless cock. Then she wondered what she would do with it if she could get 
one. His slick finger was sliding up and down in her cunt. Then suddenly it 
wasn't. She felt his fingertip hesitate at the bottom of that curtain of 
skin which other girls had told her would someday be torn and bloodied by a 
relentless invader. 

But his slim agile finger was sliding in right behind it. May felt 
excitement rise in her throat as his finger rose up the fluttery virginal 
tract of her vagina. It felt funny, unlike she had expected it to feel. But 
it felt so goooooodddd! 

It felt so good May was overcome with a confused desire to open her arms and 
capture her brother's slim body, pull him to her and get him into her 
deeper, harder, faster. But it was only his finger. She guessed it was some 
kind of instinct that some knowledge older than she was telling her this was 
what it was like to have a man inside her. She forced herself to sit still, 
to suffer the probing attentions of Gabe's exploring finger. But the back of 
her mind was filled with still another question: Was he old enough? Could 
he? 

More importantly, would he? 

May guessed her precocious brother would be willing enough. The only 
question was, could he? She still held his hairless cock in her hands. It 
was shriveled to a scant two inches. Tiny as it was now, she suspected it 
would slip into her without even tearing her virginity loose. But limp as it 
lay in her hand, she knew it would never force its way into her the way his 
agile finger was wriggling and twisting, stretching her virginal vagina this 
way and that, filling her with the most unexpected sensations. 

"Gabe," she murmured, "I don't think you're doing it right." 

"I know I'm not," the ten-year-old said. "I'm just seeing what it's like in 
there." 

May managed to be amused even over the flood of concupiscence that was 
drowning her. "Did you think I had teeth in there?" 

"Weeeeeellllll...." 

"Gabe!" 

"Well, some of the guys call it a girl's snapper," the boy protested. "I 
thought I'd make sure." 

"And are you sure now?" 

"Yeah, I guess so." He drove his finger another inch up her and his knuckles 
massaged her clit and cuntlips until May thought she was going to swoon from 
the sheer delight of it all. 

"So what are you planning on doing next?" she asked. 

"You wanta fuck?" 

May held her breath as she pondered this question. Of course she did, 
but-"Can you?" she asked. 

"Sure." 

"How do you know?" 

"Well ... do you really want to?" 

"I guess so. But how're you going to get it in?" 

"The same way I got this in." He removed his finger with an audible 'thuck' 
like a cork from champagne. May's insides quivered from the sudden absence. 
She wondered once more if she really ought to go through with it. It would 
make more sense to try it with an older boy who knew what he was doing-or 
even a man. But May knew perfectly well any boy would blab his fool head 
off, and as for men-surely no grown man would care to fool around and waste 
his time teaching a sixteen-year-old girl how to fuck.... 

"What do you want me to do?" May asked. 

"Lay back." 

"Like this?" she asked, and gracefully let her body settle backward into 
what years later she would know as 'missionary position.' Laying face up, 
knees bent, thighs wide apart and showing her still unbroken maidenhead to 
the afternoon sun, May stretched her superbly unwrinkled sixteen-year-old 
body beside the pond and waited to see what the boy would do. 

For what seemed an endless eternity, he just knelt between her thighs. She 
craned her neck to see his crotch. His hairless two-inch tool hung flaccid 
before the lump that would someday be a well-furred scrotum. May suspected 
it was going to be no use. He could never get that limp little thing into 
her. But while she was despairing, he leaned forward until he was atop her. 
She waited to feel the warmth of his cock pressing at her, but though his 
slim loins were between her thighs, he was concentrating on something else. 

Little ten-year-old Gabe was sampling the delightfully non-sagging firmness 
of a sixteen-year-old pair of exceptional tits. His face burrowed into the 
line of her cleavage. Then he turned sideways to play his first game of 
'telephone,' plugging one tiny virginal nipple into one of his jug ears 
while he got his mouth onto the other one. 

May had known ever since her tits started growing that they were eye magnets 
for any male of any age, but she had never until this instant realized what 
a tremendously lovely and unexpected fount of pleasure they could be for 
her. Great warm waves of passion surged through her and she felt her belly 
melting once more as it had a moment ago in another famous first. Little 
Gabe's tongue was running in loving circles around her nipple and his ear by 
its mere warm presence was tormenting her other nipple until they were 
swollen to rock hardness, with an exaggerated sensitivity that made her 
wonder if she would ever be able to endure the feel of a blouse rubbing 
against them again. 

For a very pleasant while she completely forgot to wonder whether he would 
be able to get it up and into her. The boy lay atop her, licking and sucking 
her tits, nuzzling her and caressing her with professional competence. His 
warm, unexpectedly soft hands were touching her in unexpected spots, finding 
pleasure centers May had never realized she had until little by little her 
whole body was becoming one warm mass of pleasure. It was not the hard 
straining, hurting passion she had come to expect from her dreams and from 
the euphemistic novels and confession magazines of her era. This warm 
relaxed feel of pleasure, of just lying here taking whatever came and 
enjoying it-it was something unexpected and totally alien to her 
expectations. 

The boy's hands ran up and down her flanks, ticking her until she wanted to 
giggle and whinny, but it felt so nice just to lie there and relax, let her 
legs fall open and let the boy do his will with her. He kissed her tits, 
worked his way up to the hollow of her throat, and a moment later this 
precocious ten-year-old was blowing in her ear. Just as she thought she 
would go insane from the wondrous warm tickle, he drove his tongue into her 
ear and she did go insane. 

She felt her back arching. The boy clung to her waist to keep from rolling 
off as her belly rose skyward, taking him with it. May hadn't the slightest 
idea what was happening to her. She didn't want to throw the boy off. All 
she wanted was to lie there quietly and let him keep on discovering all 
kinds of new and wonderful little things to do to her, but there she was, 
suddenly bucking and humping uncontrollably. She tried to stop it, to lie 
still, but great roiling waves of rut were surging through her, making her 
body rebel against any kind of thought. She felt herself gathering forces 
for some great cataclysm, her insides knotting and twisting. It felt as if 
she had something inside her and for an insane moment she wondered if the 
boy had somehow managed to get it up, to slip it into her without her 
knowing it. 

But that was crazy. He didn't have it in her. Probably didn't even have it 
up. But his tongue on her tits, in her ear, his wonderfully competent hands 
running up and down her body-it was all too much for a lovely 
sixteen-year-old who had never before felt another naked body atop her own. 

It felt so wondrously finger-licking good that May wondered if fucking could 
possible be any better. Then as the storm within her belly subsided, she 
realized all that was just prelude. So far she hadn't even started with the 
real thing. 

Gabe still lay atop her, somewhat startled by her sudden bucking. He had 
heard somewhere about riding women like broncos but he hadn't realized how 
literally true it could turn out to be. "What happened?" he asked. 

"I don't know," May said in a weak voice. 

"You feel all right?" 

"I guess so." Her voice was so tremulous that suddenly Gabe was frightened. 
"Did I hurt you?" he asked. "You want me to quit?" 

Just in time, May captured him with her arms. Another minute and this 
darling boy would have rolled off. "You haven't even started," she 
protested. "I thought you wanted to learn how." 

Privately, May wondered if it was just an instinct for doing what comes 
naturally or if somebody had been giving this unbelievable boy lessons in 
the art of pleasing women. No wonder every girl and woman in the county went 
apeshit over him! He was her own little brother and she loved him dearly, 
but May had to admit that with his jug ears, his freckles on top of 
freckles, Gabriel was a singularly unattractive little boy. But he had 
something. Boy, did he ever have it! 

"Do you still want to do it?" she asked timidly. She was afraid he had 
satisfied his curiosity about girls' bodies. If he couldn't get it up, he 
was going to get bored with what, unless one is turned on, can be a somewhat 
repetitious pastime. 

"Sure!" Gabe said. "You want to feel it now?" 

May did. But even more, she wanted to see it. May had seen his cock when he 
was five. Now she had seen it when he was ten. But apart from bulls and 
horses, she had never seen a hard-on. She wanted to see Gabriel's 
ten-year-old, hairless hammer extended in its full fucking trim. As he 
rested his weight on his elbows and began to kneel between her thighs, she 
could feel the hot hard tip of his turgid tool tickling her crotch, flopping 
from side to side to tickle her tender inner thighs. She craned her neck and 
strained to catch a glimpse of his marvelous muffin-stabber. 

And finally she saw it, as he reared to full height while still on his 
knees. Pointing straight at her tits, the boy's cock had fulfilled its 
promise. Its shriveled peanut-sized two inches had swollen to something 
between five and six. Gabe was an extremely well-endowed boy who, four years 
later, made the headlines when a thirty-year-old mother of three abandoned 
her husband and home to run away with the wonderful ten-inch-cocked 
fourteen-year-old. But now he was only ten, still practically hairless. 

It was May's first sight of a hard-on and she had no idea whether it was big 
or little. To her it looked big enough. The head was sharp pointed but 
flared rapidly to a splendidly wide, cobra-hooded glans penis. To May it 
looked like the barbs on a harpoon. She could see that it might just barely 
be possible to drive that prodigious prod into her. It would hurt and tear 
her wide open, but it could be done. But to get it out again ... suddenly 
May understood why dogs would stand for half an hour linked together. No 
wonder they couldn't get apart. It was funny nobody had ever warned her that 
people could get stuck together too. She wondered if she dared go through 
with it. 

May couldn't have cared less about losing her cherry. Even at sixteen she 
had formed definite ideas about the double standard. She knew most men did 
it before they married and she was damned sure she had as much right to 
sleep around as any man and if she ever came to marry, May was equally sure 
that she wanted nothing to do with the prissy kind of dipshit who was going 
to get all up-tight over a maidenhead. But she was living in the dear dead 
days before the pill-when every cock within smelling distance meant instant 
pregnancy. 

May had read everything she could find on the subject. She had also sat 
quietly on the edge of those gabfests when girls shared their knowledge of 
the world's snares. She was pretty sure she knew what caused babies. "Are 
you old enough to cum?" she asked. 

Gabe was naked on top of her. He had fiddled and diddled until his eager 
ten-year-old body had finally obliged with an erection. Hard-ons at ten are 
a chancy business, usually depending more on drinking lots of water before 
going to bed than on the size, shape, or color of the tits one happens to be 
fondling. Gabe finally had it up. He wasn't going to waste time discussing 
irrelevancies like pregnancy and run the risk of losing it again. 

Ignoring his sixteen-year-old sister's question, he concentrated on 
threading the sharp-pointed head of his cock between the swollen, throbbing 
lips of her willing cunt. May dithered, torn between the desire to. feel 
that hot throbbing hunk of masculinity slide deep into her honeypot, torn 
between the natural desire for a good fuck and the fear of getting knocked 
up. 

Gabe had his hand down there between her legs, guiding the tip of his tool. 
He worked it up and down her slick slot, hunting the opening that was nearly 
hidden behind her hymen. May couldn't decide whether she still wanted him to 
do it or not, but her body had already made its decision for her. She 
murmured and protested, but she couldn't move-couldn't bring herself to push 
the boy off. It felt so unbelievably good to have that hard little hunk of 
masculinity striving between her thighs. 

He slid his slammer up and down in her slot, trying to find the fuck hole. 
One moment he was nearly driving it up her ass. The next he would be 
blundering around rubbing the tip of his slickened cockhead over her clit, 
driving her up the wall with frustration. 

Finally the sharp point on the tip of his magnificently spear-headed cock 
found the tiny cuntal opening at one edge of her cherry where his finger had 
violated her virginity only moments ago. Gabe grunted and took his hand away 
from guiding it. He scooted up her belly, rubbing his thin, hairless chest 
against her tits until the warm glow of his presence nearly choked May with 
inchoate desire. 

He's going to put it in me! My own brother! My littlest brother at that! May 
didn't know which horrified her the most. She had always prided herself on a 
lack of silly sentiment. Everybody had to start fucking someday, unless they 
wanted to end up a priest or a nun or a librarian or some such futile 
nothingness. But suddenly this sixteen-year-old virgin was assailed with all 
the second thoughts that might have made some difference a few minutes ago. 
But it was too late now. He had a firm grip on her waist. Her legs were wide 
apart. He was in the saddle and even if May hadn't laid here in a trance 
letting him work his way into this position, she wouldn't have the strength 
now to push him off. 

"No!" she moaned. "Not yet. Wait a minute." But it was too late. She could 
feel the sharp point of his cock sliding into her pussy, tearing, 
stretching.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

May remembered that far-off day with her little brother as she studied the 
cock of this little murderer or whatever he was whom she'd bopped over the 
head and tied up. She wished she knew something about the boy. Surely they 
weren't all rapists and murderers over in that camp. There must be a few 
boys there whose wrongdoing had gone no farther than hubcap stealing or 
trafficking in a few lids of pot. 

But how was she to know? She had offered all kinds of inducements, tried to 
draw him out into some kind of a deal, but the little monster was a sullen 
bundle of hostility. He had pointed her cocked rifle at her. May knew she 
didn't dare cut him loose. The instant this kid was loose he would forget 
fucking and do his best to kill her. She thought how nice it would be to lie 
back and let him fuck her with the same boyish energy and elan her little 
brother had demonstrated long ago. It would be nice to feel his arms around 
her, his mouth over her tits, his cock sliding in and out, in and out of her 
cunt with a gradually accelerating rhythm until they were slam-banging down 
the home stretch without fear or favor. 

But, May regretfully decided, it was nicer to be alive and getting a 
blow-job than to be dead and maybe not even fucked. She closed her warm soft 
thighs over his ears and put a hand to the back of his head to draw that 
wonderfully supple tongue into her pussy deeper, warmer, softer, more 
sinuous in its warm, wet waltz around the throbbing bump of her clit. 

He was licking it, stabbing it with his tongue, darting in and out from 
unexpected angles, luring her to the edge of orgasm with a long easy 
licking, then stopping, holding her dangling over an abyss of agony, 
building the suspense till she was ready to scream, then just as she was 
giving up hope, there would come that titillating tongue again to prod her 
cunt, tickle her clit and drive her once more to totter over a chasm of 
orgasm. 

Finally the boy tired of licking her clit. He cleared the decks for action 
by running his amazing tongue around her vulval lips just inside the hair, 
stretching and pulling them while May clasped her warm soft thighs over his 
ears and tried not to shriek and yodel her delight. The boy kept running his 
tongue in lazy circles around the edges of her cunt and May began to relax 
into a soft, sensual fog. Then just as she had loosened every muscle of her 
straining body and made herself a passive receptacle for the joy of this 
twelve-year-old stud could deliver, he suddenly drove that tantalizing 
tongue deep up her vagina. 

But deep! May wondered for a moment if he was slipping something else into 
her-something long, slender, supple, wonderfully wet and firm. She ran a 
hand down his back, caressing him all the way and tickling any spot that 
might drag an extra drop of passionate lunging from the boy. But mainly she 
was checking to make sure he was still securely tied. 

He was, hands linked with his web belt, ankles joined with the sash of her 
chenille robe and wrists joined to ankles with the end of that same sash. 
May sighed in relief. She wanted to relax, to rest a while, but-it had to be 
his tongue. His hands weren't loose to get anything else into her. It felt 
so gooood! 

May thanked whatever gods of love were listening that she had sampled his 
tongue in her cunt first. The boy must be some kind of a freak. If she had 
kissed him first-if she had ever let him get that tongue in her mouth, it 
would have gone halfway down her throat! 

But oooohhhh, did it ever feel good to have that warm wet wriggle inside 
her, burrowing deep as any cock, doing all sorts of warm, twisty, wonderful 
things that not even the most cork-screwed cock could do. He was poking and 
probing her vagina from every unusual angle, stretching her, palping and 
probing the soft sensitive membranes, until her whole body shivered in 
uncontrollable ecstasy. 

May was gasping, trying to control the fluttery tremors that ran through her 
in great waves, radiating outward from that hot, seething pit of sensuous 
delight between her wildly clasping and unclasping thighs. The boy's ears 
were hot and she felt they were branding their shape into the creamy 
whiteness of her inner thighs. 

Suddenly, just as she knew she was going to melt and flow down through the 
cracks in the tower floor, the boy's tongue stopped its tender torture. For 
an instant she was afraid he had decided to stop and demand some quid. She 
was blowing her warm breath around the naked throbbing head of his cock when 
the boy caught his breath after his energetic tonguing. He fastened his 
mouth over her clit and she settled down to enjoy some choice cunt licking. 

But this time the boy did not rasp his tongue over the tender sensitive 
bulge of her clit. Instead of running his prehensile tongue in lazy, 
lascivious circles around her trigger, he fastened his lips tightly over her 
target, pursed them into a baby-kiss and began sucking. 

May felt her insides melt and run-it felt so good. Then just when she knew 
she couldn't stand it any more, that she was going to kick and scream and 
wail her ecstasy to the silent forest, he stopped sucking. Before she could 
recover and brace herself, he had. caught his breath. He began a fast, 
rabbity huffing and puffing, first sucking, then blowing on her clit, 
pushing it rapidly in and out. 

May was cumming. She couldn't help it. Her cunt twisted and squirmed, 
contracting spasmodically over a cock that wasn't there. Her belly quivered 
uncontrollably as great glowing waves of rut radiated from that wonderful 
in-and-out suck-puffing on her clit. She loved it. She couldn't even 
remember anything in her thirty-nine and a half years that had given her 
such sheer unadulterated pleasure as the feel of those hot lips sucking and 
blowing alternately on the most tenderly sensitive spot inside her 
throbbing, feeling, pleasure-filled, comely, cum-filled cunt. 

She still lay on her side in sixty-nine position, with the boy's long lovely 
cock just inches from her face. Its purple head glared angrily at her as if 
resenting the way she had gripped the shank of his ,cock and pulled until 
the straining head had broken free of its restraining foreskin. It was such 
a long, straight, wonderfully knob-headed cock, with a round blunt tip big 
as a golf ball. She wished she dared taste it but she knew one lick would be 
enough to drive this deprived twelve-year-old past critical mass. And after 
the way she had teased and tormented him, the explosion would be truly 
nuclear in proportions. 

May didn't know quite how she was going to manage it, but she was determined 
to get that prodigious prod inside her before turning this monster over to 
the sheriffs. She glanced at the passion-fogged windows of the tower. It was 
still dark. How many hours did she have left? Enough, she hoped. 

The boy had run out of steam just about the time she came. It was nice to 
lie there and rest for a moment, cushioning her head on his thigh, feeling 
the hot hardness of his ear press into the soft tender whiteness of her 
inner thigh. She relaxed and tried to recuperate from the explosive violence 
of her last orgasm. How many times, she wondered, had she cum since she had 
pulled off this boy's pants and her own fist-wide bikini panties? Often 
enough, she guessed. But there were still several wonderful lazy hours of 
fucking before her. She sampled the firm hardness of the boy's ass. His 
cheeks clenched involuntarily as her finger probed for his taint. 

He had such a wonderful cock. May wished she dared taste it. How many years 
since a man had turned her on enough to want his love muscle in her mouth? 
Too many. They lay in companionable silence. Minutes passed and she guessed 
it was up to her to get the boy going again. He still hadn't cum for the 
first time but she knew she had tormented him for so long that the boy must 
have gotten his second wind. Did she dare risk it? 

She wormed her hand between his legs from behind and the boy relaxed, 
opening his thighs so she could caress his balls. He released a tremendous 
ragged sigh and she felt her belly turn a premonitory flip-flop at the 
sensation of his warm breath in her crotch. 

Considering the way she had treated him, and with the boy knowing he was 
going to be turned over to "the deputies as soon as she had wrong his 
boyballs dry, May guessed he had performed pretty well. She felt sorry for 
him. But not sorry enough to do something stupid like untying him. She ran a 
loving finger around his balls and fondled the base of his cock. Then she 
had a sudden inspiration. 

There were several ways she could do it, May knew. She decided to make it as 
painless as possible. She gripped the base of the boy's hard throbbing cock 
and began pulling the skin back up to cover his purple cockhead. But it had 
dried out and the skin refused to flow smoothly down over it. She thought a 
moment. It was risky, but .... 

Finally with an air of decision, she opened her mouth wide as she could. 
Quickly, before the boy could react, she dropped her gaping mouth over the 
purple baldness and, wetting it with her saliva, she quickly induced his 
foreskin to drop back in place. 

The boy reacted with startled, amazed delight. Stiffening as if he were 
being electrocuted, he drove his cock halfway down her throat with one 
magnificent lunge. But May was having none of that. Not just yet. She pulled 
back before the boy could do it again. Already his hard throbbing cock was 
nearing critical mass, readying itself for an explosion of H-bomb 
proportions. 

She breathed a silent prayer to the gods of love and put her hand to one 
side of his foreskin-clad cockhead. She snapped her finger against it. Hard. 
The boy gave a startled yelp and his nose drove deep into her cunt. For a 
moment May was afraid he would bite, but he was too overcome with surprised 
pain. 

She knew the pain would only last a couple of seconds. It wasn't as if she 
had given him a crippling blow in the balls. Actually, the tactic was one 
she had learned back when she had once thought she would like to be a nurse 
and an aging vestal in starched skirts had taught her how to flick a pencil 
at a hard-on so she could get on with bathing a patient without 
embarrassment. 

This boy's cock was obligingly shrinking. She waited until his hammer had 
dwindled to a scant shriveled three inches, dangling limply over the bulge 
of his scrotum. Then May prepared for her long-awaited feast. 

She captured his withered member and, instead of wasting time blowing on it 
or tickling his balls or diddling his asshole or any of the other hundred 
tricks she knew to coax an erection from an unwilling wand, she stuffed its 
whole three shrunken inches into her mouth before the boy had time to react. 

It had been so long since May tasted a cock she had practically forgotten 
how it felt to have all this throbbing maleness inside her-not just in her 
cunt where feelings were confused, but up there where she could taste it, 
smell its maleness, rim her tongue over the fascinating structure of its 
stretching prepuce. 

The boy's cock was growing, swelling in bounding leaps. May licked it, 
sucked it, slid her lips up and down it, bobbed her head to drive it in deep 
until its blunt throbbing tip tickled her palate, then back until it nearly 
escaped into the open air. She closed her teeth gently on the shank of his 
hot throbbing cock and drove her head forward, driving her mouth down around 
him, surrounding him with warm, wet womanhood. Her grip on the shank of his 
cock obligingly bared its blunt round head again and now she savored the 
angry purpleness of rampant machismo driving wild inside her mouth. The boy 
began bucking uncontrollably. 

She wrapped her arms round his ass and captured him, managing to contain the 
wilder of his phrenetic floppings. His cock was still swelling, growing 
harder with each lunge. She could feel the premonitory quiver of spasm that 
would soon become blurting, hurting, spurting orgasm. She wondered how to 
slow him down and, after a moment, closed her teeth ever-so-slightly harder 
on the shank of his cock just behind the throbbing purple head. 

It was hard to draw an exact line between pain and pleasure, but now the boy 
couldn't move without hurting himself. He lay quiescent, cock still 
throbbing. May let him rest a moment. Finally she sensed the spasm had 
passed. Once more, very gently, she began running her tongue around the head 
of his cock, licking him in lazy, lascivious circles. 

The result was as delightful to May as it must have been to the boy. 
Suddenly reminded of his own duties, he dived deep into her crotch. He drove 
his amazing tongue up her cunt and began poking and probing, stretching the 
walls of her vagina in unexpected directions until suddenly May felt herself 
cumming once more. 

She had cum so many times May didn't believe it possible to cum again, but. 
... This time the boy's twisting, probing tongue went in so deep that for an 
instant she felt it touch her cervix. As his agile tongue twisted and 
augered at the mouth of her womb, May's body surrendered to love's assault 
with a total and complete collapse. She felt her body flare and explode like 
a phosphorus grenade, then total and complete flatness. 

Which was just as well, for if she had licked once more around the head of 
the boy's hot throbbing cock, it would have been all over but the squirting. 
The boy was frantic with frustrated desire. He had been within an inch of 
cumming as May's mouth slid up and down the hard thumping firmness of his 
hammer-headed cock. But her orgasm had been of such overpowering suddenness 
that May had fallen back and his cock waved in the air as he ram-slammed, 
desperately seeking satisfaction. 

But the boy's hands were still tied behind his back so he had to wait until 
May revived from her half faint and began once more reacting to that glowing 
presence between her thighs. She sighed and found a dishtowel which she used 
to wipe love's overflowing juices from the boy's face. She wiped her crotch 
dry and checked him over to make sure he was still tied. She rearranged 
pillows and cushions beneath him, then once more resumed their head-to-toe 
sixty-nine position. 

Then abruptly, May changed her mind. She studied the windows. Still dark 
outside. She considered. Maybe she ought to let the boy cum at least once. 
If she didn't do something soon to relieve him, the boy might end up with a 
stone ache that would put an end to further festivities. She lifted the 
boy's head from her inner thigh, interrupting his kissing, and began 
rearranging pillows, pulling and pushing the boy until he lay face upward 
again, thighs opened wide, in classic missionary position except that he was 
on the bottom. 

The boy's throbbing, unsatisfied cock pointed straight upward, waving gently 
in time to his heartbeat. May knelt beside him to give his cock a farewell 
lick and a promise. The boy struggled to thrust upward into her mouth but 
May was standing again before he could connect. She posed before the boy for 
a moment, standing on tiptoe, raising her arms to make her firm hard tits 
point still higher, showing off her hard, well-muscled body to its full 
advantage. 

The boy's eyes burned, inventorying her, memorizing her for the long empty 
nights to come when it would be hard to remember, to believe that he had 
actually had his head between those smooth tapering thighs, that those 
wonderfully hard firm forties with the tiny virginal nipples had rubbed 
against his own naked body, that this towering amazon had rubbed her 
marvelous and unexpected softnesses against him, had actually held his hot 
throbbing cock inside her mouth. The boy sighed, wondering if it was all 
over-if she was going to quit now without even letting him cum once. Then 
May stopped posing, stopped running her hands up her firm smooth belly to 
cup the full undersides of her upward pointing, ski-jump tits. 

She stepped astraddle the boy, facing him, and began a slow ballerina squat, 
gently lowering her wide-gaping cunt toward the boy's waiting wand. 

But, May remembered, she had started to do this once before. Once burned, 
the boy wasn't really believing she was going to complete the connection 
this time between his waiting wand and her marvelous muffin. He lay silent, 
looking up at the crotch he had been licking only moments ago. May felt a 
fleeting pity for him, then she remembered the way that cocked rifle had 
pointed at her head. She didn't feel sorry enough to take another chance 
like that. 

Slow as an hour hand, she settled, doing the splits across his crotch, 
lowering her wide-gaping snatch until she was so close she could feel the 
heat radiating from his hot, throbbing cock. The boy was so hard up she 
could actually hear him grit his teeth. The only thing that saved his 
hard-on from immediate extinction was his total lack of faith. Even now when 
she had lowered herself until her gaping cunt was practically touching the 
tip of his cock, he didn't really believe she was going to let him get it 
in. Of course, the way she had diddled and conned him, she could hardly 
blame the boy for not believing her. 

She glanced at the window. Still dark. It would be at least an hour before 
dawn. How much longer after that before there was enough light to land a 
chopper? And how long did it take a twelve-year-old boy to recover and take 
another stab at her eager cunt once he lost his first load? 

May hesitated. She wanted this cock inside her cunt-wanted it desperately. 
But she wanted it in there for the long haul, for a leisurely, friendly fuck 
that would finish the job the boy had so admirably started. She wanted the 
kind of slow, endless fuck that would let her cum dozens of times-not big 
explosive orgasms that would leave her gasping with exhaustion. She wanted a 
firm six inches of mancock sliding in and out of her pussy-lips with 
indefatigable steadiness, filling her with the quiet satisfaction of an 
hour-long fuck, massaging away the loneliness, the tensions and 
disappointments of an unsatisfactory marriage. May wanted enough cock to 
make up for the four-year gap in her life. Why, she wondered, had she gotten 
out of the dicking habit? 

But damn it! She knew this boy couldn't make it the way he was huffing and 
puffing all over the place. She knew she would barely get that wonderful 
firm phallus into her, would barely slide that golf-ball-sized cock knob 
past the lips of her vulva-would not even get a chance to settle down where 
she could jam her ass against his hard bony pelvis before the boy would 
explode and flood her with gallons of love's elixir in a premature 
ejaculation. Sure, he might revive to do better the next time. But could he 
do it in time? 

But May had not counted on her body's own desires. While she had been 
thinking it over, her ass had settled that final half inch until the boy's 
blunt cockhead was actually touching the warm wetness of her wide-gaping 
cunt. By some minor miracle she had managed to settle exactly on target, 
with the blunt ball of his hammer centered perfectly in the hole that was 
ringed with the torn fringe of her long-lost cherry. She tried to stop but 
her cunt had its own ideas. Her slash was so well lubricated that the boy's 
prodigious prod was already halfway in. Her vulval lips were stretching to 
accommodate the mammoth invader. 

She felt a tiny tremor and knew in another instant it would be too late. 
This goddamned boy was going to cum before she could even manage to force 
his dick all the way in. Mustering the last of her self-control, she forced 
herself to rise. The pressure was relieved and her cuntlips almost snapped. 
Before the frantic straining boy could cum, she captured his wand in her 
fist. There was no time for pulling his foreskin back down and tapping the 
side of his cockhead. Breathing a silent prayer to Venus, she closed her 
first over the throbbing, straining knob of his cock and squeezed. 

The boy made a noise of strangled outrage but she was holding his cock so 
painfully tight that he couldn't move. She held on for another painful 
moment until she felt the pulsating phallus in her hand start to shrink. 
Abruptly, she let go. 

Kneeling astraddle the boy, she kept her cunt carefully out of his cock's 
reach. After a moment she bent forward, still keeping her ass high in the 
air until she resembled a sensual, dirty old man's dream of an altered car 
as she bent low to drag her firm small-nippled tits across the bound boy's 
face. He kept his mouth angrily closed, which was all right with May for she 
had been afraid he might bite. As she swayed back and forth, dragging her 
tits across his face, she knew the boy's passion was reviving despite his 
anger at the way she had frustrated his orgasm. Finally she straightened and 
began lowering herself again onto his resurrected hard-on. 

The boy still lay face up, wrists bound behind his back and tied via her 
chenille sash to his bound ankles. As long as he lay still atop the pillows 
and cushions she had arranged-while he relaxed and didn't try to straighten 
his bent knees, the boy could be reasonably comfortable. At least his 
discomfort was not sufficient to interfere with his erection. May began 
lowering herself once more atop his hard-on. This time, after the way she 
had squeezed it, maybe he would be able to hold out long enough for a 
satisfactory fuck before he came. She hoped so anyway. She lowered herself 
without nonsense this time, stopping only when she felt the heat from the 
tip of his reviving rod warming the open, gaping lips of her steamy cunt. 

Her aim was not as good as last time. The tip of his tool touched the cheek 
of her ass. She reached between her legs to capture his cock and guide it 
home, but at that instant the boy threw himself sideways. 

At first May thought for one terrified moment that he had managed to untie 
himself. Then as he rolled awkwardly off the cushions, she knew he was still 
properly trussed. The boy was mad because she had frustrated him so many 
times. He was tired of playing. He lay on his side, resolutely refusing to 
look at her naked body. 

May knew a moment's panic. If the boy looked away or kept his eyes closed he 
just might be able to control himself. She knew he wanted to kill his 
hard-on and end the whole silly frustrating business of letting a woman toy 
with his bound body. And she had been ready this time to do what the boy 
wanted-to let his tremendous cock slide in her. She had been planning to 
bounce leisurely up and down atop his cock until the boy finally managed a 
rip-roaring explosion deep inside her where God intended for boys' cocks to 
empty their cum. 

She wondered what she could do to restore his faith in womankind. She knew 
she had to do something quick for the boy had been stiff as a general's 
backbone for something like an hour now. If she didn't get that cock into 
her-if she didn't help the frustrated boy work off a load of cum soon she 
knew he would expire in an agony of stone-ache. 

She snuggled up behind him, rubbing her tits against his back. She reached 
between his crotch and captured his cock. It was still hard but not really 
up to full fighting trim. She gave his wilting hammer a loving squeeze and 
tried to roll the boy over on his back again. He refused to cooperate and 
she knew it would be useless. Unless the boy was willing to help there was 
no real way she could hold him in position long enough to rape him. 

She continued rubbing her tits over his back, fondling his balls and running 
a gentle loving finger up and down the sensitive underside of his cock. The 
boy squirmed and strained against his bonds, but she had tied them properly. 
He couldn't get loose. She tickled his balls and, when he clasped his thighs 
tight together to keep her hand out, she went in from behind, running a 
teasing fingernail around his asshole until the boy moaned with a mixture of 
lust and rage as his body rebelled against his own rebellion. May's finger 
passed beyond his asshole and began traveling up and down his taint. As she 
caressed that tender strip of 'tain't cock, 'tain't asshole, the boy 
squirmed and strained against his bonds. His ass clamped tight shut but he 
could not avoid her teasing finger. She got her other hand on his cock and 
suddenly she realized the angry boy was deliberately trying to cum right 
then-on the floor, in the air, anywhere rather than give her the 
satisfaction of cumming inside her needful cunt. 

Damn him! she thought. She wondered what she could do to make the boy suffer 
some more. She reminded herself that the little bastard had been willing to 
murder her. She would be willing to kill him too, she guessed, if she could 
get away with it without repercussions, but the law already knew she had him 
here. She had to deliver the boy in reasonable condition-and with his cock 
and boyballs washed clean and dry-and with his pants back on so that 
whatever version of the truth he might dare try to tell, the law would laugh 
and make biting remarks about boys' imaginations. 

Then she realized that whether he pleasured her or not, May was still 
turning the boy on by rubbing her superb body against him. Even if he never 
came the boy would spend years, perhaps the rest of his life remembering the 
glorious sensation of a full-blown lovely woman rubbing against him, 
begging! 

Damn him! 

Abruptly she stopped playing around. She crawled over him and lay until she 
was facing him. This time she didn't lie head to toe in sixty-nine position. 
Instead she lay facing him, head to head but down so far that her own head 
faced his throbbing cock. 

The boy tried not to look at her. That didn't make any difference. He 
wouldn't be able to see anything but the top of her head once she got down 
to business. Without preamble, she captured his cock in her hand. The boy 
tried to shrug away but the bonds didn't give him that much freedom of 
movement. Helpless, he opened his eyes to glare down at her. 

May put his cock in her mouth. The golfball-sized head was so big she had to 
open her jaws wide to get it in. Her warm wet lips slid down over it. 
Halfway down she closed her teeth gently over his foreskin and forced it 
down until the boy's cock was once more naked, exposing its angry, purple, 
funky-flavored head to her cleansing tongue. 

Positioned as she was now, May's tongue naturally fell against the tender 
sensitive under surface of his cock. She began licking his cock, caressing 
the shank with her hand, running her other hand's tickling fingers lovingly 
through the hairs on the boy's scrotum. She could feel his cock rising, 
swelling, reacting against the furious boy's will. She slid her head gently 
back and forth, sliding her mouth to blow lusty obbligatos on the boy's 
flute. 

He twisted and strained, trying to avoid her. He tried once to knee her but 
she had tied the chenille sash properly and his knee stopped short of doing 
her any damage. She put her mouth down the shank of his throbbing cock until 
that golf ball was touching her palate. Still a couple of inches of his dick 
remained outside. May tried to remember the time she had studied yoga and 
learned to relax all sorts of unexpected muscles. She captured the boy's ass 
and began drawing him toward her, driving herself down like a glove over his 
reluctant rod. She felt her throat stretching. It felt as if she were trying 
to swallow a meatball whole. Gradually the tremendous knob began working its 
way down her throat. Suddenly the boy stopped struggling. It was too much 
even for the most angry twelve-year-old. 

May swallowed. Since the boy's cock was still firmly attached to his crotch 
it didn't go anywhere. But the smooth rippling of her throat muscles as she 
swallowed was the most exciting sensation the boy had ever experienced. His 
mad was over. He lay rigid, suffused with unexpected joy, waiting for her to 
do it again. 

She did. And as May swallowed she felt the boy's whole body strain and 
quiver. His cockhead swelled even larger and she sensed the imminent orgasm 
that was going to flood her. She pursed her lips tight around the shank of 
his cock and pulled her head rapidly back. The boy's cock came out of her 
throat, out of her mouth with a 'thuck' like a champagne cork. 

And she knew he had been bamboozled once more. She really felt sorry for 
him. She wished she could do something to break through that sullen silent 
hostility. She had done her best to entice him into conversation, to get him 
to make some concession. She decided to try once more. 

"Look," she explained, and had to stop for she was hoarse from the 
tremendous gob of male meat she had tried to swallow. "I'm not torturing you 
deliberately. I'm just trying to keep you from cumming long enough for us 
both to have a little fun." She hesitated, then stood astraddle him and 
began lowering herself. This time the boy tried to turn face upward to stab 
her as she came down. 

May helped him get into position and rearranged the pillows. "This time," 
she continued, "we're going to really do it." She let her feet slide apart. 
She could feel her well-chewed cunt starting to gape open. Slowly, she slid 
down toward the boy's waiting cock. She could feel the heat from its 
over-expectant tip. Her feet slid farther apart and then she could feel the 
hot hard knob pressing against the open warm wetness of her cunt. 

She let herself settle an inch lower and then suddenly her cunt was 
stretching, straining to accommodate itself as it settled down around his 
tremendous hard throbbing invader. It felt just like it had that first time 
all those years ago when her little brother had broken her cherry. She 
guessed it was because this boy's cock was so much bigger that it was going 
to stretch and strain her just as little Gabe had stretched her maidenhead 
when she had been sixteen and he had been only ten. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Four years after he got his first bit of nookie with his older sister, 
little Gabe made his first mark on the world when a mother of three 
abandoned husband, home and family to run away with the fourteen-year-old 
boy with a ten-inch prick. But at ten, slipping it in a cunt for the first 
time, the fantastically ugly little boy with jug ears and freckles on top of 
freckles was possessed only of six solid and still hairless cock inches. 

His cockhead was sharp pointed, flaring rapidly to the kind of wide glans 
penis that could turn a tight girl inside out on the return stroke. But he 
had still to make his first return stroke, for little Gabriel was still 
pushing and straining, gradually forcing his slowly and painfully acquired 
hard-on past the portals of his sister's cherry. 

May was still of two minds about the whole thing. It seemed to her that 
there was something vaguely absurd about doing it for the first time with a 
boy so much younger than herself. But it was such a small town that she knew 
there was nobody else she could trust to do the job right and keep his mouth 
shut about it afterward. 

Besides, now that she had actually seen the phenomenal size of Gabe's 
hard-on, May knew she had captured a rare prize. And to think she had him at 
home and all to herself! She remembered enough of the whispers and titters 
at those forbidden talkfests among the older girls to know that, even for a 
grown man, six solid inches of juicy cock was not to be sneered at. 

Still, she was living in an age when the pill was not yet even a dream-an 
age when a pre-marital pregnancy was about as welcome as galloping leprosy. 
"Wait, Gabe!" she insisted. "It's hurting too much." 

The boy had it halfway past her hymen already. She could feel something 
tearing and knew she was probably bleeding. So far as her cherry went, the 
damage was done. 

"What's wrong?" Gabe asked. 

"Tell me," she probed, "have you ever cum?" 

"What do you mean?" 

May mentally reviewed those books she had sneaked when nobody was looking. 
She knew what a nocturnal emission had to be like but how could she describe 
it in terms familiar to a ten-year-old boy? "Have you," she tried, "have you 
ever dreamed about doing something like this and then woken up with a whole 
bunch of sticky stuff in your pajamas?" 

Gabe thought a moment. "Not quite," he said. 

"What do you mean?" May lay naked on the ground beside the pond, her naked 
brother atop her. She was acutely aware of the warmth of his body, of the 
pressure of his cock hung up halfway past her cherry. She had never had a 
cock in her pussy before. Somehow, it seemed vague and unreal to be stopping 
now for a conference of this nature. She had always read of deflorations as 
wildly passionate affairs when girls were swept away and literally could not 
stop, could not control the bidding of their eager bodies. The trouble was, 
the stories she read usually detoured into rows of 
**************************** instead of getting down to the clinical details 
of what it felt like to have a cock stuck in a girl's cunt for the first 
time, or how long it lasted, or what one did while waiting for a boy to 
recharge his batteries and try again. 

"Well," Gabe explained, "I've dreamed about playing with girls and taking 
their clothes off, but I never got far enough in a dream to do it." 

"What happened?" May asked. She wondered if she was going to cry. Even now 
with that cock halfway past her cherry and hurting like hell, she knew she 
wanted it the rest of the way in, wanted to feel it slide in and out until 
she wailed and gibbered and shrieked with joy, but ... but she didn't want 
to get pregnant. 

"Well, uh-" Gabe shifted his weight and could not resist the temptation to 
fasten his mouth over her left tit. He licked it and sucked until she could 
feel her resolve turning to water and melting, flowing just as her cunt was 
going all gooey around the tip of his cock. "What happens in my dream is I'm 
playing some silly game with Jerry Ann. You know Jerry Ann Koestler down the 
road?" 

"Yes, I know her," May said impatiently. Privately she resolved to keep 
little Gabe so busy screwing her that he would never have time to dream 
about the eleven-year-old cunt down the road. But if he was old enough to 
cum she would have to find some way to get him some of those rubber 'safety' 
things. 

"Well, me'n Jerry Ann are usually takin' all our clothes off and just about 
the time she lets me reach out and touch her, I wake up with this real funny 
feeling like I'm gonna wet the bed, only it feels lots nicer." 

"And do you?" May asked. 

"Do I what?" 

"Do you wet the bed? Does anything sticky come out of you?" 

"No. Should it?" 

"It probably will one of these days when you're older. When it does, you 
won't be able to do this any more without giving a girl a baby." 

"Gee, I don't wanta do that!" 

"Neither do I," May said. But she was consoled with the knowledge that today 
would probably be safe. She was going to have to sneak that book again and 
see if she could learn at what age boys started making babies. Meanwhile, 
she decided it was time to see what it felt like to have that wonderful 
triangular cockhead wedge and tear its willful way through her cherry. 

She wrapped her arms around Gabe again and guided his mouth to her other 
tit. The boy began kissing and sucking and May felt an abrupt quickening of 
the urgency between her legs. 

He had lost part of his hard-on while talking to her and May was newly 
impressed with the fragility of ten-year-old erections. Unless the boy kept 
himself constantly at his fucking business, his wonderful wand would wilt. 
And he couldn't get it up like older boys just by thinking about the 
wonderful warm softness of a girl's curved body. At ten Gabe had to have 
actual physical contact. May realized she was going to have to fuck 
constantly or keep her hand on it or something, for the instant the boy 
became distracted, his dick began wilting. 

She reached around, twisting her torso until she could get a hand between 
his legs from behind and tickle his hairless scrotum. Gabe pushed valiantly 
at her tight virginal cunt and the only thing that happened was his cock 
bent over and the sharp pointed tip came out of its hard won beachhead at 
the edge of her cherry. Remembering how hard they had both worked to achieve 
this hard-on, May wished she had been brave enough to risk pregnancy, keep 
her damned mouth shut and let the boy get it in while it was good and hard. 

"Awwww," Gabe complained. 

"Don't give up," May encouraged him. "Think about it." She considered a 
moment. "Which would you really like to do it with best, me or Jerry Ann 
Koestler?" 

"You," the boy said without hesitation. "Why?" 

"Well, uh-You're older. More grown up. You got real tits." 

May smiled and pulled his head down until he was licking her tiny virginal 
nipple. She captured his withering cock in her other hand and, knowing it 
was useless to cajole and tickle this ten-year-old, she began working his 
foreskin up and down with the same grace and enthusiasm she might dedicate 
to a bicycle pump. 

It worked. The boy's rod responded to direct action when all her 
sixteen-year-old skill in evoking images of her own availability or the 
imagined charms of the girl down the road had failed to stiffen his stabber. 
"It's gettin' hard. I can feel it!" Gabe exulted. 

Since she had it enclosed within the firm grip of her hand, May could feel 
it too. Before something else could go wrong, she guided the sharppointed 
tip of his prod back into the opening it had started at the bottom edge of 
her cherry. 

Something had happened since the last time the boy had strained and pushed 
at her there. She didn't know whether it was her own relaxed acceptance of 
the invader, if it was because her maidenhead had finished tearing itself 
open, or if perhaps the clear white secretion that was oozing from the tip 
of Gabe's cock had something to do with it. 

The boy pushed tentatively, remembering how he had strained and hurt her the 
last time. May felt the tapered tip of his cock slide easily in halfway-just 
where it had been before. She took a deep breath and tried not to be so 
up-tight. If she could just stop being scared to death she knew it would be 
a lot more fun. A first time fuck was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and she 
wanted to savor each tiny sensation, to compare and remember this first fuck 
with the many thousands she hoped to enjoy throughout her lifetime. 

May wondered how many times she could fuck in her life. She was sixteen. 
With luck there could be fifty fucking years ahead of her. Three hundred 
sixty five days in a year ... then she remembered there would be a few days 
each month ... still, the total was impressive if she could just find a man 
as fond of slipping his dick into her as she knew she was going to be of 
getting it slipped into her. 

But those books had warned May that men were not inexhaustible founts of 
fucking. Maybe she had better count on several men ... if a healthy young 
man was good for maybe five times a day ... she wondered what kind of 
arrangements she could devise to set up housekeeping with five, maybe six 
healthy young men. 

And while she was speculating on those happy possibilities, May abruptly 
realized little Gabe's cock was not waiting idle at the portals of her 
pussy. There was a slight stinging sensation, a feel of something tearing 
and then abruptly those six firm, hairless inches of his boycock were 
sliding up into a place deep inside her that had never before experienced 
anything apart from certain vague and formless dreams that had left her with 
a warm feeling of happy confusion coupled with a sticky dampness in her 
crotch. 

That dampness had first roused her from her virginal sleep when May had been 
eleven-a year older than Gabe was now. There had been disquieting changes in 
her body for some time. Her nipples had been swelling of late. Well, not 
exactly her nipples, but the flesh around and behind them had been puffing 
out slightly until it looked as if she had been stung by a couple of 
evil-minded bees. It had taken May some time to realize this was natural, 
that every woman grew a pair of tits sooner or later. 

Other changes were taking place. The little girl globularity of her body was 
changing until she now had a perceptible waistline. The prominent lips of 
her hairless pussy were growing larger too, and suddenly she was very 
ticklish down there. One day in the bathroom she had squatted over a mirror 
just to see what on earth was going on down there. 

She hadn't seen much. That puffy little spot where the pee came out was pink 
and every time she touched it she felt all tingly. Below her clit gaped a 
pinkish slit that seemed put there for no particular purpose. It seemed to 
be completely closed yet her phys. ed. teacher had warned all the girls that 
soon blood and other stuff would come flowing from it and that they were not 
to be frightened if it happened while they were in school, but were to come 
see her immediately before their dresses got stained. 

Nothing like that had happened yet to May. She had been bothered as yet only 
by a subtly changing attitude toward boys, who were of course scabby little 
monsters who carried creepy things in their pockets and took an especial 
delight in disrupting girls' activities. Yet of late she had been obsessed 
with very odd feelings about boys. There were times when it seemed to her 
that she was almost wishing they would touch her. 

This feeling seemed to culminate in those confusing dreams. She never knew 
exactly what it was about. Everything was cloudy and nebulous but there 
seemed to be this one particular dream in which she and a boy from down the 
road were playing together, digging a tunnel in a fresh haystack. Somehow 
the game involved their crawling together into the dark narrow tunnel. And 
in her dream somehow May arranged it always that the boy backed in and she 
went in head first. Each time the dream ended before she could work out 
exactly what was to happen. All she could remember of this recurrent dream 
was lying there in the tunnel with the feel of the boy's warm face against 
the calves of her legs. She had never been able to guess why this made her 
feel warm and tingly all over, so warm that her whole chest and belly would 
blush and warmth would radiate from the trim, hairless Y of her crotch. 

But now, five years after she had nearly forgotten the dream, May knew what 
she had been dreaming about and wishing for-even if she hadn't known then 
what it was. Now with little Gabe's six firm hairless cock inches sliding 
into her pussy, she could feel that same warm glow suffusing her body, 
making her blush pink from the twin mounds of her firm, skyward-pointing 
tits to the Y of her crotch. The only difference now was that her tits stuck 
out somewhat farther and the Y of her crotch was now thusly Y surmounted 
with an asterisk of curly hair as red as that which adorned her head. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The progress of the boy's first dick stroke into her was so effortlessly 
smooth that May scarcely noticed it. Despite her intention to record every 
instant of this historic first in her memory, she had been caught 
daydreaming about events five years old. She tried to concentrate on the 
smooth, sensuous feel of cock and cunt doing their thing. The boy's six 
inches were not explosively hard but he was stiff enough to do his job. More 
importantly, the boy seemed to realize he would lose his magnificent 
erection if he slowed down on the job. 

His cock bottomed and May felt the warmth of his thin loins slamming down on 
the cushions of her ass. The bony, hairless prominence around the base of 
his cock ground against the reddish tuft on her mons veneris. Inside, her 
cunt was stretching to accept this spear-headed, straight-shanked intruder. 
She hadn't been sure about that. The books had all mentioned that polynomial 
membrane that had to be broken or sometimes even cut-some calling it one 
thing, some another, but never what the boys and girls at school all called 
it. 

But May hadn't known what to expect once the hymenal membrane of her cherry 
had been broken. 

Was it going to be a fight all the way down to open her cunt? Now she knew 
it was not. Gabe's cock had slid smoothly into her, not hurting any more, 
not feeling much like anything. It was unusual-a feeling not at all like she 
had expected. She didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed. 

The boy bottomed out, strained against her for another silly millimeter of 
penetration, then began pulling it back out. And that was when May 
discovered the joy of fucking. The wide flare of his glans penis hooked like 
a whaling harpoon's barb as Gabe started pulling his cock slowly out. It 
didn't hurt him at all, nor did it turn him, on with any uncontrollable 
passion. But as the soft sensitive lining of May's cunt bunched and 
gathered, wrapping itself around the massive flange of his cockhead, she 
felt as if her whole belly was turning inside out. 

It hurt a little, but not so much that she wanted it to stop hurting. At 
that moment she was overcome with such a sudden transport of ecstasy that 
May wanted nothing more than that this moment could be frozen, that she 
could live for all eternity in this melting, clutching, flowing, biting, 
kicking, scratching seizure of love. 

Gabe was so horrified by her unexpected reaction that he stopped pulling it 
out. Finally May could control herself. She looked into the blue-eyed boy's 
staring eyes. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Keep doing it or your dick'll go 
all soft again." 

"You all right?" Gabe asked. "I'm not hurting you?" 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh, yeeeeeeesssss," May moaned. "Go on and hurt me some more." 

Uncertainly, Gabe started pushing his cock back in again. This time his cock 
had a little more of love's lubrication around its smooth hairless shank. It 
slid in even easier than the last time and suddenly she felt it touch some 
secret trigger deep inside her where nothing had ever been before. She felt 
her belly flutter and tremble, as great rolling waves of passion radiated 
from the incandescent tip of that sharp-pointed fuck tool that was torturing 
the depths of her virginal cunt. 

Before she could recover and catch her breath from the violence of her first 
real orgasm, he was beginning his out stroke. She felt her cunt starting to 
turn inside out as it wrapped around the bulge of his glans penis. Slowly 
the boy pulled his dick out and her cunt released its passionate grip on 
this invader with a series of shuddering jumps. Each time her straining cunt 
snapped down' along the shank of his cock, she felt the snap resonate 
through her taut, straining belly, triggering new sensations throughout her 
inexperienced body. She had known fucking was going to be fun, but May had 
never imagined the torment, the torturing ecstasy that had overtaken her, 
had nearly made her faint with only one and a half pokes into her prurient 
pussy. 

How long, she wondered, could this joyous in-and-out go on before she was 
reduced to gibbering dementia? She tried to remember all the good things 
that had happened to her in her brief sixteen-year life span, trying to 
remember if there had ever been anything quite so joyously ecstatic as 
fucking. 

Never, she guessed, had humankind ever invented any pastime half so 
wondrously satisfying as this convenient pleasure that was built right into 
every human body. And it didn't even cost anything! On the spur of the 
moment, May resolved never ever to waste an evening on the movies again. 

She wondered if the adults in the world knew how much fun there was in 
fucking. They must not know, she guessed. For she had watched them all sit 
around evenings talking, playing cards, listening to the radio-when all the 
time they could have been spreading each others legs, taking each others 
clothes off and doing this! Adults, she guessed, weren't as smart as they 
made out to be. 

But while she had been making lovely lascivious plans for the next fifty 
years, Gabe's cock was still coming up and out. He was not making the usual 
little boy's jack-rabbit rhythm of fucking. Gabe had worked hard to get it 
up-even harder to get it up the next time. He wasn't sure how a fuck was 
supposed to end. But he knew that slam-banging was hard work and it felt 
nice just to slide his dick in and out and he suspected that as long as he 
had it inside his sister's cunt she would let him run his hands over her 
wonderfully smooth slim body, fondle her firm up-standing tits and kiss 
them. 

Once they were through he suspected she might revert to her usual self, 
wearing clothes, locking doors, making life hell for little boys who only 
wanted to peek and see what a naked girl looked like. He decided to play it 
safe, fuck just as slow as he dared. He would only put his cock in and out 
of her fuckhole fast enough to keep his hard-on. Meanwhile he was going to 
kiss and suck those firm hard tits until he had memorized the shape, the 
firm little nipples, the soft bulge of their under surfaces for the lonely 
sleepless nights to come. 

May was unaware of the factors involved in Gabe's decision to feed his prick 
to her as slow and stretch this fuck out as long as he could but, had she 
known, she would have approved. As it was, she was approving wholeheartedly, 
whole-cuntedly with her entire mind and body. The boy was pacing himself, 
feeding that titanic fuck tool, slow as the supreme court, into her eager 
cunt. 

He was even pacing his breathing, taking deep, even breaths in time with the 
metronome regularity of his prick plunging. May tried to concentrate on the 
matter at hand, but her mind was suddenly filled with the image of something 
she had once seen in a movie. She realized now why she had been so strangely 
excited at the sight of that oil well rig with its miles of drill slamming 
steadily away hour after hour. How long, she wondered, could little Gabe 
keep up this steady drilling. 

He was moving slowly but with a carefully controlled violence, coming down 
against the swollen lips of her eager cunt with a solid, soul satisfying 
'wham' that impressed her ass with the essence of masculinity. 

Then slowly the boy changed his steady in-and-out tactic. Now each time he 
whammed down on her waiting cunt, the boy held his cock still for a moment, 
straining against her for the greatest cuntal depth his smooth six hairless 
prick inches could attain. She could feel the hard sharp tip of his tool 
pressing, prodding at the extremes of her vagina, stretching her cervix and 
giving her seething snatch an extra titillation as that spearhead threatened 
to invade her womb. It was stretching her to the delicious threshold between 
pleasure and pain, making her whole body thrum with the same tension that 
filled her well-stretched cunt. 

Each time he bottomed out he pushed and strained until she was mad with the 
sheer voluptuous joy of it. Then, before pulling his cock out, the 
precocious ten-year-old would grind his hairless crotch against the fur of 
her pubic patch, rubbing her ass with glorious warmth. And each time he 
ground his crotch against hers, his cock would move around inside her cunt, 
stirring in great slow-moving circles, pulling her pulsating cunt around 
with it, rearranging her viscera in delightful new combinations. Her belly 
was telegraphing joyous messages of comfort and pleasure to the rest of her 
body. 

It seemed to May that everything had been turned on higher. Even places she 
had never dreamed of as being erogenous were suddenly sensitive. Even the 
soles of her feet tingled at the feel of hard striving masculinity as she 
curved her legs to put her feet over the cheeks of his slim hard ass and 
draw his dick in deeper, harder, faster! 

But the boy stubbornly refused to accelerate his slow steady prick pile 
driving. May guessed she ought to be grateful for his self control for she 
knew if he sped it up-if he gave her one single ounce more of this 
mind-blowing, soul-destroying ecstasy, she would freak out completely. She 
could feel her sanity slipping away under the all pervading storm of 
eroticism that was tearing her body apart. 

Great rolling waves of rut surged through her passion-wracked body at each 
tiny movement of the boy's firm hard spear-headed cock. She felt as if her 
cunt were a radiation source, spreading joy throughout her body, through the 
entire universe just as a star burns hard, hot, white, and manages to 
transmit its message of warmth across an entire galaxy. She wondered 
momentarily if she was really radiating some erotic message that others 
could feel and enjoy. Maybe this was the explanation of those sudden flashes 
of passion that had overcome her at night when she was alone in a cold bed 
trying to sleep. Maybe she was tuning in on somebody else's moment of love. 

It was nice to think about it, but just at the moment she was too busy 
thinking about how nice it felt to have six solid hairless inches of boycock 
sliding in and out of her juicing cunt with the regularity of a metronome. 
Little Gabe was a phenomenon. She had a premonition of what the boy's life 
would be like-pursued by women of all ages, never left to himself for a 
moment. But what a fantastic amount of fucking he would get! 

May hoped she would get half as much. She began wondering how long she could 
keep this phenomenal ten-year-old brother to herself. She was older than 
Jerry Ann Koestler down the road. She had tits and her eleven-year-old rival 
didn't. For the time being May guessed she was in good shape, but she sensed 
dimly that there would come days in the future when being older than one's 
rival might not be the happy solution it was now. 

And speaking of solutions, what was that sticky stuff that was running out 
of her and leaving a sticky, tickling trail down between the cheeks of her 
pulsating ass? My God, May thought, the book said boys cum. It didn't say 
anything about me producing gallons of goo. Wow! And this was only the first 
time she had ever fucked. She wondered if it would be even more fun once the 
strangeness wore off and she could relax and enjoy to its fullest the 
endless pleasures of the flesh. 

It was such a lovely thought. Fifty years of fucking! Little Gabe would tire 
out-or would go seeking new fields to conquer. She began considering whom 
else she could recruit for her enjoyment. The trouble with living out in the 
sticks, she sensed instinctively, was not that people were more straight 
here. The trouble was everybody knew everybody. Everybody kept an eye on 
everybody else. And nobody could keep his mouth shut! Whom would she elect 
to fill the vacancy between her legs once Gabe tired of this new game? 

She knew who she'd like to have. Mr. Vodkin was young, curly -haired, and a 
physical culture nut. Which was fortunate since he was also a phys. ed. 
teacher in the town high school. Every girl in the school was apeshit over 
him. But the school board in its infinite wisdom had not turned over the 
town's crop of virgins to a twenty-six-year-old bachelor who looked like a 
fugitive from Hollywood. He was in charge of the boys and Miss Pierce was in 
charge of girls phys. ed. Unfortunately, as near as the girls could make 
out, Miss Pierce was also pretty much in charge of Mr. Vodkin. 

They ate lunch together. They walked to and from school together whenever 
weather was good and when it rained they had been known to share a car. When 
senior girls sighed and cast languorous glances and left an extra button 
undone on their blouses Mr. Vodkin never seemed to notice. He was bedazzled 
with Miss Pierce's blonde athletic loveliness, as was every boy in school 
too-blast and damn them all! 

But May had detected a glimmer of interest. She had known instinctively that 
suggestive clothing was not the right way to go. Compete that way and within 
a week every girl would be coming to school in a bikini. Instead, she had 
dressed with a seeming modesty which was so unusual that it aroused a 
certain curiosity. That she wore no bra beneath her not-too-tight blouse was 
a subject of conjecture and verified only when she occasionally stretched in 
such a way that Mr. Vodkin's eyes were momentarily distracted from 
displaying the holy mysteries of Pythagoras in Geometry I which he also 
taught. May had known for some time that she was secretly communicating with 
the handsome young teacher. But until this moment she had not known what she 
wanted to do with him. 

Now, with little ten-year-old Gabe's six solid inches of cock sliding in and 
out of her juicy pussy, May knew what she wanted to do with Mr. Vodkin. But 
she also knew there would be time-plenty of time. Rosy visions of a future 
danced before her but right then she decided to concentrate on the present. 
Six solid prick inches were something worth concentrating on, especially 
when they were so readily available-so handy with a little brother living 
right in the same house. Suddenly she was assailed with a new idea. 

If little Gabe could cum at all-if he could she was going to be pregnant 
sure as a Friday night math assignment. But if he couldn't, then what? 
Nothing could last forever. The boy would get tired. Should she let him fuck 
himself into happy satiation, or should she send him away hungry and secure 
in the knowledge that a hungry boy would be back there tomorrow afternoon 
ready and willing for another hours-long fuckfest? 

Decisions, decisions ... but while she pondered this problem, May's body was 
making its own decision, gathering forces around the firm phallus that was 
sliding steadily in and out of her palpitating pussy. She had been-cumming, 
she guessed-each half dozen strokes as the boy's tireless fuck tool slid 
into her gash with a gentle wham against her ass, ground around in two or 
three sensuous circles, then began pulling slowly out, pulling her tight, 
barely post-virginal cunt out with it until a roll of flushed pink pussy 
clung tightly to the shank of his cock, peeling away with delicious little 
shudders to ready itself for the next trip in. 

She surfaced from a pool of pink passion to realize that something different 
was happening. The boy was still feeding his cock to her with the same 
dependable rhythm. It wasn't Gabe who was doing something different. May 
sensed that her body had already adapted to the novelty of fucking. 

Her cunt was contracting, drawing tightly around the boy's cock. She could 
feel her belly tightening, her whole body drawing taut as a bowstring. There 
was a feeling of tension, of something pending that was going to snap. She 
wondered what would happen whenever it happened. She had cum. At least May 
thought she had cum before. Was there still something better, hotter, 
harder, faster? She wrapped her legs around Gabe's thin loins, put her arms 
round his trunk and pulled the boy into her deeper, closer, harder. And at 
that moment her little brother sighed and said, "Let's rest a while. I'm 
tired." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The tied-up twelve-year-old May was squatting over now wasn't tired. She 
could feel the passion of his frustrated body radiating upward into her 
gaping crotch as if the boy were a miniature furnace. She had teased and 
tormented him to the edge of orgasm so many times the boy had finally 
decided she was never going to let him cum. Nevertheless, she had diddled 
him one more time to the ecstatic edge of delirium until the boy had allowed 
himself to be pushed and prodded into a supine position. 

With wrists and ankles still bound together by the sash of her chenille 
robe, the nameless invader was helpless. Doubly so because no matter how he 
hated her, the boy could not control his body's natural reaction to the 
sight of a naked woman in the prime of her beauty. 

For May was six months away from forty. A hard, muscular, well-exercised 
forty. She had taken care of her body and her face, lavishing on her skin 
the tender loving care that brought middle-aged women those wonderful 
dividends that could come only when a man honestly desired them for 
themselves-for their lovely bodies and not for other creature comforts that 
older women could offer. 

May had posed over the boy, twisting and turning to show off her firm, 
small-nippled, upward-pointing forties to best advantage. The boy's eyes had 
feasted on the clean smooth line of thigh, waist, and tits. He had admired 
the abundant red fur of her pubic hair, had seen she was a natural redhead. 
In short, he had stared at a lovely naked woman and no matter how he might 
hate her, no matter how he might despise himself for the weakness he showed, 
this boy was helpless. 

She had proved it by straddling his loins and lowering herself with a 
prolonged slow motion ballet 'splits' which had settled her gaping cunt 
squarely over the knobby golf-ball-sized head of the boy's cock. He didn't 
want to fuck her-not after all the ways she had insulted his dignity as a 
man. But he couldn't will his cock to shrink, to fold and collapse. And no 
matter how he tried not to like it, the boy was breathing hard, unable to 
conceal the passion that filled him as he felt the warm softness of her 
gaping cunt settle slowly over the head of his cock. 

With a superhuman effort, May managed to stop right there, spread wide as a 
ballerina, holding her ass a foot off the floor with her cunt barely halfway 
down over the hard throbbing head of the boy's hammer. She could feel its 
head stretching her vaginal opening. She could feel the hot throbbing pulse 
of blood as the boy's heart raced. She could not resist the temptation to 
give him a final gig. "Now tell me," she purred, "do you want me to slide on 
down or should I just stay here for a while?" 

To her surprise the boy promptly gasped, "Stay!" 

May was straining to hold the difficult position. 

Then she realized why the boy wanted her to cool it for a moment. She felt 
the tiny premonitory trickle that meant in another second he would be 
blurting, spurting, squirting all over her wide-spread ass. She guessed the 
boy's faith in womanhood and Santa Claus had revived. He wasn't straining to 
cum now. He wanted to fuck her, to experience the gloriously insuperable 
feel of orgasm deep inside a tight hot cunt. 

May wanted to feel it too. She realized now that no matter how many times 
the boy had tongued her to the tittering edge of lunacy, there was nothing 
that could make a wholly satisfactory substitute for a hard hot prick 
ram-slamming into her with the joyous abandon of a young and conscienceless 
stud. She strained to get a hand between her wide-spread legs without moving 
or doing anything else to trigger the boy over the edge of orgasm. 

Finally she captured the shank of his cock in her hand and squeezed. The boy 
stiffened and, as his cock worked a fraction of an inch deeper up her cunt, 
May almost abandoned the struggle. She wanted to sit down hard, to feel his 
dick deep inside her cunt, pumping, throbbing, ram-slamming away. But for 
once the boy had more self-control than she did. The moment passed. 

Carefully as if she were handling dynamite, she took her hand from the 
straight stiff shank of the boy's cock. He gave a grateful sigh. And only 
then did she dare, very slowly as if she were lowering nitro into an oil 
well, to recommence her slow sensual slide down the boy's greased pole. 

It felt so marvelously finger-lickin' good that for a moment she wished she 
hadn't hurried up to fuck him. Maybe she should have made the boy lick her 
cunt for another hour. But she knew she couldn't. If she wanted any 
performance from this little delinquent, she had to let him get at least one 
load of cum off before he expired of stone ache. 

She wondered why she was daydreaming so much. Partly, she guessed, it was 
the 'grass is always greener' syndrome. Here she was astraddle a wonderful 
hard cock firmly attached to a twelve-year-old boy and she couldn't keep her 
mind on her business, thinking about little Gabe all those years ago, 
daydreaming about the way she had planned to recruit Mr. Vodkin into her 
sexual service. She gave an angry shrug and the slight movement brought her 
cuntlips snugly down the last fraction of an inch to close behind the 
tremendous bulge of his golf-ball-sized cockhead. 

This one, she knew, was going to feel good all the way in. She could feel 
her cunt stretching to accommodate the boy's monstrous invader. Very 
carefully, lest the boy lose his cool and cum too soon, she began her slow 
sensual slide again, savoring the delicious sensation of a large, 
economy-sized erection maintaining its firm resolve while she settled slowly 
to surround its lonely elegance with warm, throbbing femininity. 

The boy gave a deep heart-felt sigh and she realized he hadn't ever really 
believed it was going to happen. She knew she could still pull it out, stand 
up and leave him high and dry, but it would do her no good. She let her ass 
slide slowly down, down, down, reveling in the feel of all that firm 
maleness inside her pushing, throbbing, stretching her cunt until she was as 
filled with fluttery anticipation as she had been that first time with Gabe. 

She shrugged angrily again. To hell with Gabe. 

That had been twenty-three years earlier. Since then her little brother had 
fucked his way through a dozen heiresses and finally ended up a happy and 
surprisingly well-off man before he had turned completely off women. She 
didn't need to think about Gabe and his happy life among the monied. 

What was important was right now, the way she could make the best use of 
this windfall cock that had appeared without warning to interrupt her sleep. 
She would have to hand the boy over to the deputies soon enough. She 
wondered how he would remember this night. Talk? Sure he would talk. But May 
was confident that nobody would believe him. There would be no 
repercussions. All there was to think about was now, now with all those 
lovely inches of cock sliding up her ass, filling her to overflowing. 

She put a hand to the firm roundness of her belly. The boy's cock was so 
phenomenally big in its long-swollen need that she could actually feel the 
skin of her belly stretch as her insides ebbed and flowed to make room. Her 
cunt was stretching as that golf-ball-sized head slid slowly up into her 
deeper, hotter, closer to that secret trigger deep inside her cunt that soon 
now, any moment was going to loosen the floodgates of her fuck-hungry 
sensuality. She wondered what would happen on the mountain if she were to 
start shrieking and yodeling the joyous depth of feeling, depth of cock that 
was pervading her with this wondrous sense of anticipation. 

What, she wondered, could happen now? She had cum so many times from the 
boy's chewing and tonguing that she had thought it was all over, that this 
would just be a relaxed friendly fuck to pull the boy's load from him. Then 
they could rest a while and maybe try it all over. 

But it wasn't working out that way. She could feel her insides knotting as 
they flowed to make room for the titanic twat tool she was letting slide 
into her. She was tempted to relax the tense muscles of her legs and just 
sit down on his dick with her full weight but she sensed that the boy was 
even more excited than she. If she increased the friction, if she let that 
cock slide into her a fraction of an inch faster, she knew he would explode 
into slimy impotence. 

And May knew if it happened just now she would just die. Just die! Here J am 
nearly forty years old, she thought, and thinking like a teenager. She had 
never said things like that even when she was sixteen and getting her cherry 
busted by big dicked little Gabe. Not even when she had been undergoing the 
pangs and suspense of her campaign to recruit Mr. Vodkin with his 
will-he-or-won't-he suspense. 

But she was feeling it right now. May knew she had to conserve that hard-on 
at all costs. She felt a premonitory flutter flow upward through her belly 
as that golf-ball-headed cock rose slowly within her. Then suddenly a 
rippling tidal wave of destruction was rising once more through her raddled 
belly and she couldn't stop it. "Oooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned. 

Great gripping contractions shot through her, leaving tiny sizzling 
fireworks of ecstasy in their wake. She felt as if her abdomen was melting, 
fusing, flowing to mold itself about the tremendous hot boyfuck rod that was 
driving down cunt alley. She felt that she was going to die right then, that 
very minute if she didn't fall over and untie him and let him start doing 
all the work, slamming, ramming, slapping his crotch against the throbbing, 
waiting flesh of her cunt. 

And abruptly it was over, leaving her weak and spent. She wanted to fall 
over, to loll in soggy layers of satiation, but she was still squatting 
astraddle of the boy. She wondered if she had made any noise or done 
anything to tip him off how near she had come to making a complete fool of 
herself by turning him loose. If the boy ever got the slightest hint of his 
power over her, May knew life would be impossible for the next few hours. 
She would give the boy anything, her life itself if that was the price to 
keep that hot throbbing cock inside her pussy for another minute. But, thank 
God, the boy didn't know it. 

She drew a ragged breath and pulled herself together. While her soul had 
been melting and flowing down between her legs she had unknowingly relaxed 
until she was sitting astraddle the boy, resting her whole weight on his 
pelvis. His cock was deep in her now, so far in that she could feel her cunt 
stretched not just wide to accommodate the tremendous breadth of that 
golf-ball-sized cockhead, but lengthwise too as the boy's phenomenal 
cockshank penetrated to its utmost, stretching her, straining her, but 
feeling even now in the relaxed and raddled moment after orgasm, feeling 
even now so good she didn't want to miss a moment of that wonderful full 
feeling of eminently fuckable phallic fulfillment. 

She rested for a moment, then began rising slowly, savoring the feel as her 
insides rearranged themselves around the descending globe of his cockhead, 
forcing its bulge down her cunt, pulling pink-flushed flesh ahead of it 
until she felt as if he were emptying her completely, pulling the very life 
from her. But she knew that a moment from then that prodigious prick prod 
would begin a return journey up her crowded cunt and the feel would be so 
wonderful-nearly as wonderful as it was right now with that hard hammer cock 
sliding gently out of her drooling pussy. 

It felt so wondrously good she had to struggle not to sputter and giggle. 
The boy was silent, holding his breath. She felt his cock harden slightly 
and knew he was clenching every muscle in his crotch with the effort not to 
cum right then and fire his long held load, not to end it all that very 
moment before the two of them were thoroughly satiated with the rites of 
love. 

She rose slowly, pulling herself up and off his spindle. She had intended to 
stop with his tremendous cockhead halfway out, to give it a couple of false 
starts and savor the feel of that golf ball stretching the hairy lips of her 
vulva in and out, in and out, before she returned to the long, slow ecstasy 
of sliding it back in up to the hilt again. But it didn't work out that way. 

May hadn't had a good fuck for four years. She was out of practice. Her 
tiring legs rose a fraction of an inch too high and the boy's throbbing knob 
escaped to wave wildly in the air beneath her vacant vulva. She hesitated, 
caught its tip with the cum-slicked cheeks of her ass, waited until 
everything was in line, then decided to go for broke. The boy had to cum 
sooner or later. And May had to rest. She was going to sit down fast, drive 
it up inside her cunt as hard, as deep, as fast as she could. It would feel 
wonderful and if the boy came-so what? She relaxed her straining legs and 
came down on his dick WHAM! 

There was a sudden sharp pain. Then before it could register on her 
passion-fogged body the pain had turned into something else-a pleasure so 
intense, so durable that May thought she had gone mad. It was unbelievable. 
It felt like she was cumming constantly, throbbing, flowing, spurting love's 
juices from every orifice and fissure of her pulsating body. She had never 
felt this intense, durable pleasure before. Sure, she had cum. It was 
wonderful to cum. But it only lasted a minute. She gasped in delight, not 
believing it, but still it continued. 

She tried to breathe, to keep herself alive to remember this miracle. Never 
in twenty-three years of fucking had she ever managed to sustain that state 
of grace for such a prolonged time. It seemed to be going on forever. She 
could feel her belly working in great contracting pulsations of passion as 
spasm after orgasm racked her with an eternal unending feel of cumming. 
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked, "Oooooohhhhh!" 

She waited unbelieving for the racking spasm to end, but it didn't. Her 
crotch was throbbing on the edge of pleasure-pain, great coruscations of 
liquid fire flowing from it in rhythmic contractions that wracked her belly, 
suffused her chest, even her throat with the heat of love's joy. She was 
moaning, crooning nonsense and she couldn't control herself. It went on and 
on. 

Would it ever end? She put a hand to her pulse and couldn't even find her 
other flailing arm. Finally she captured it. She struggled up out of the 
mindless pit of prurience and forced herself to count a wildly racing pulse. 
Good God! She must have been cumming steadily for a full minute! She 
wondered if she was going to die. Was she having a heart attack? 

Couldn't be that, she knew, for she wasn't hurting, not after that first 
brief stab of pain as if she had just had a brand new cherry broken after 
all these years. What on earth was happening to her? "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she 
moaned. It felt so gooooodddd! 

Maybe it was a religious experience. Preachers had always confused her youth 
with some kind of crap about rapture, about seizures, about being 'under the 
power of the lord.' She considered it. But it was so hard to think about 
anything with that wonderful throbbing, sobbing, hot-blooded pulsating 
passion flowing from her. She felt as if she were a sprinkler, her whole 
body connected to some kind of hose that was making her spray joy from every 
pore of her body, Ooooohhhhh, it felt so gooooood! 

She knew what kind of a hose was feeding her this liquid salvation. The boy 
had his cock in her. That was the hose, made of hot throbbing male fuck 
flesh, with a knob on the end like a golf ball, filled with the juice of 
love. But she knew he hadn't cum. She could feel it hot, rigid, throbbing 
inside her. The boy still hadn't cum. But she was cumming still, cumming 
hot, hard, steady, feeling herself melt and flow away in great pulsating 
waves of passion. She felt the heat of his cock inside her stirring her 
insides, moving her this way and that, causing her whole body to melt, flow, 
rearrange itself around this hot throbbing boyfuck rod that was melting her 
from the inside out, making her wilt and run like hot wax from the flame of 
that tremendous knob-headed meat candle within her blazing belly. 

Twenty-three years, she thought, and never have I been fucked like this. She 
wondered what the boy might be able to do with her if he were free, without 
his wrists and ankles bound behind him. Then abruptly she was sobered by the 
knowledge of what he could do: He could kill her. 

She was still cumming nonstop, flowing freely. Even her nose was starting to 
run as her body thrashed and wriggled in the grip of uncontrollable, endless 
passion. Her cunt was flowing gallons of lubrication, smearing the boy's 
crotch until she was afraid she would slide off him. She struggled to 
maintain her precarious perch spindled atop the boy's throbbing pecker. What 
had happened? 

May tried to think logically about it. Time was passing and still she was 
cumming nonstop, melting, running, flowing. She knew it wasn't a heart 
attack. It felt too good. And now that little by little she was becoming 
used to the seizure of rapturous joy that flooded her entire being, May knew 
nothing had ever felt that good in her entire life. Not even the first time 
she had cum with little Gabe. Not even when she had finally let Mr. Vodkin 
believe that he was seducing her. 

Never ever in her twenty-three years of fucking had she ever experienced 
anything one half so joyous, so mind-blowingly, cork-screwingly good as this 
built-in, permanent orgasm. She wondered how long she could take this 
uninterrupted pleasure before her body rebelled, before pain overbalanced 
pleasure and she lost consciousness. 

That would never do. She had the boy securely bound but, given time and 
desperation, she knew he would find some way to rub on something until he 
had worn the bonds away. And May didn't want to be alone and unconscious 
with this boy. She took a deep breath and forced herself not to think about 
the wonderful thing that was happening to her cunt, to her whole mind and 
soul. But it felt so goooooood! 

Minutes were passing and the pleasure-pain was still the same-her belly 
still roiling in great contractile waves as her cunt muscles clenched and 
relaxed, squeezing his hot, throbbing invader which had come to infuse her 
body with the peace that passeth all understanding. There had to be an 
explanation. She tried to remember when she had ever felt anything one-half 
so intensely pleasureful as this prolonged, never-ending orgasm. 

There was only one thing she could remember and that had been more years ago 
than she cared to remember-when she had still been tied to that mama's boy 
of a husband. Cleaning out the closet one day she had discovered an 
electrical apparatus that had at first confused her. Then she had dug deeper 
into the coiled cord and tissue paper and seen the rest of it: a tremendous 
plastic prick attached to a small electrical gadget to make it vibrate. 

So that was the secret! As May had watched her marriage disintegrate from 
its not-very-good beginning she had been puzzled by his lack of interest. 
She had speculated on other women but he just wasn't that way. Now she knew 
what way he was. Now she knew why the other bedroom and the locked door. She 
wasn't particularly shocked or outraged. She had known for some time that 
their ill-starred marriage had been doomed. All that remained was to put a 
formal end to it. 

Mostly, May felt sorry for the unfortunate man who had married her. It was, 
she supposed, largely his mother's fault. But the one thing she found 
difficult to forgive was not his homosexuality. She could accept anything 
anyone else could accept. 

But if he went for boys, why didn't he go for them instead of locking 
himself up alone and making do with this silly substitute? She held the 
gadget in her hands, studying it. 

The cord was long enough to reach around an average-sized room. The electric 
part was a hand-sized black box moulded to grip handily. The important part 
was flesh-colored plastic, firm inside and with the barest hint of fleshy 
softness. She closed her eyes and realized that, once it was warmed up, it 
would be difficult to tell by feel alone whether this cock was attached to a 
machine or to a man. That was when she decided to try it. 

At first she thought she'd lock up the house, enclose herself in her own 
bedroom, and give this experiment the privacy it deserved. Then she stopped 
to consider all the angles. He had married her. He expected her to keep his 
clothes and his house in order. He had left this thing on the top shelf of 
his closet where any man in his right mind had to expect her to find it 
sooner or later. Reflecting darkly on Freudian desires to be caught doing 
what one dared not admit, May plugged it in. She lay down atop his bed and 
let her peignoir gape. She cocked her knees and let her thighs fall wide 
apart in classic missionary position. 

Wishing she could be lucky enough for him to come home and catch her in the 
act, she put the tip of that tremendous plastic prick to the open waiting 
lips of her vulva. It was dry and slightly cool but, reacting to novelty and 
curiosity, her cunt willingly provided the necessary lubrication. She slid 
the tip up and down her slit until it was ready, then began slowly inserting 
it into her vagina. There was no more of a sexual turn-on than there would 
be if she had been inserting the cannula of her douche bag. 

But she had to admit that this plastic substitute was somewhat larger. It 
was as big as a certain comforting cock she remembered from the dim dead 
days of her teens when Mr. Vodkin had thought he was carrying on a harmless 
flirtation with one of his pupils-one of the level-headed ones who could be 
counted on not to make a fool of herself. 

Slowly, she pressed the plastic phallus into her cunt. There was a certain 
difference about it. Sticking a fake peter into her, she could control its 
motion, stopping when it hurt, starting again when it felt right, doing all 
the little things for herself that even the kindest and most well-meaning 
partner was liable to bungle. It was like trying to get somebody else to 
scratch the spot that itches. 

And with this phony phallus halfway in her, May had to admit she was itching 
in a most delightful way. She supposed she ought to turn down the spread or 
put a towel under her eager ass or some such. Then she remembered whose bed 
it was, who had insisted on his own privacy, his own single bed. To hell 
with him. She dug her heels in and worked the funny fake fuckstick in and 
out of her pussy a couple of times. 

The effect was wonderfully warming-more satisfying than anything her husband 
had ever given her during their disastrous union. Why, she wondered, had she 
ever allowed herself to become entangled with this excuse for a man? But 
with a cock, even a fake one, halfway in her cunt was no time for 
philosophical analysis. She pushed it in deeper. 

And it felt good. It felt so good she gave it an extra little shove until 
the black box at the end of the fake cock was digging its cushioned corners 
into her crotch. She pulled it out until the head was nearly out of her 
warming snatch, then stopped to diddle the immense plastic head in and out, 
in and out until she had reduced herself to the tittering edge of ecstasy. 
Just about there would be where her husband usually came or worse-didn't cum 
at all but just pulled his dick out and went off to wash up and go to sleep. 

There were numerous advantages, May could see, to being in total control of 
one's partner. Instead of having to freeze and clench every muscle to 
control herself and help an over-eager partner trying not to cum, all she 
had to do was stop, stop sliding that delicious electrical diddler in and 
out of her sopping cunt. She could feel the juices flowing freely after only 
a couple of strokes. 

She lay back, reveling in the warm lazy feel of a slow, totally controlled 
turn-on. For half a minute she ran the big cockhead swiftly in and out, 
barely parting the juice-slicked lips of her vulva, then when the tension 
built to the exact moment she knew would bring an orgiastic explosion with 
one more stroke, she hesitated for a moment, then drove the hand-powered 
dong deep into her vagina. 

She lay quivering with delight as her insides flowed and oozed to make room 
for this mechanical marvel. It felt gooooood-better than anything else her 
incompetent husband had ever brought her. When her quivering, edge-of-orgasm 
passion had subsided, she gripped the handle firmly and twisted, augering 
the cool cock deeper, poking and probing from odd angles, turning and 
straining, exercising her love muscles as she had always wished a man could 
do. It felt so finger-lickin' good that she felt for the first time in 
months a vague sympathy with her husband. Maybe he wasn't much of a lover 
but at least he had good taste in gadgetry. She wondered how it felt for him 
to lie atop this same bed and shove this thing up his ass. 

To hell with him. Poor bastard. She had it in her own box now-black box 
pressed firmly to her own hairy, pink-lipped box. She ran it gently in and 
out a few more times, holding herself firmly on the precipice of passion, 
deliberately withholding the final full measure of devotion that would send 
her over the edge into squirming, squealing, kicking orgasm. 

Idly, she glanced at her wristwatch, wondering how long she could hold 
herself on this plateau of pleasure, dangling on the edge of diddled 
delight, flowing freely onto her prissy husband's bedspread, dangling 
delectably over the edge of fulfillment. 

Suddenly she gave a little jump and realized what she had forgotten. 
Electric vibrator! Here all this time she had been getting her jollies just 
sliding it in and out of her cunt. She hadn't even turned it on. She was 
turned-on. What, she wondered, was going to happen when she did turn it on? 
She fumbled, running her hands over the handle part of the gadget looking 
for a switch. Finally she found it. 

She was so turned on already that May knew that whatever happened, unless it 
turned out to be downright painful, she was going to cum almost immediately. 
She slid it deep into her cunt until the cushioned corners were resting 
against her hairy lips. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and touched 
the switch. 

At first she thought the machine was out of order and giving her a shock. 
Then she realized it was her own body reacting to the humming thrum of that 
fake cock deep inside her. She was kicking and jerking uncontrollably but 
her hand on the vibrator handle held it clasped firmly to her gaping crotch. 
She felt her thighs opening and closing, clasping their tender inner 
surfaces against her hand, against the black box that was triggering her 
seething cunt into tearing itself apart. 

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The diabolical little 
machine was shaking her insides to jelly. It didn't feel anything at all 
like the joyous turn-on that came from fucking. But her love-starved body 
was receiving confusing messages from nerves accustomed to other sensations 
there inside her. Somehow all that juddering, shuddering commotion inside 
her cunt was convincing her body that she was experiencing the most colossal 
cum since the first time she had felt a male member deep in there poking at 
the portals of her womb. 

She could feel her cunt contracting, closing spasmodically over the fake 
phallus, trying to expel it but it felt so good, so tantalizingly different 
that she could not order her hand to let go, to pull it out. She lay back on 
the bed, flopping weakly, every muscle in her body beyond control except 
those in her right arm that held the thrumming thing hard against her cunt, 
driving that electric dither deeper, harder, faster. 

She knew she was melting. She could feel her over-stimulated cunt flowing a 
river of love's elixir. She came explosively and felt fresh jets ooze from 
around the shank of that plastic prick to flow in sticky waves down the 
cheeks of her quivering ass. 

She had scarcely finished cumming when she felt her helpless body weakly 
marshal its forces for another explosion. It was funny. Here she'd put up 
with years of deprivation and all the time that ineffectual dipshit of a 
husband had been fucking himself silly and keeping this wonderful remedy 
hidden on the top shelf of his closet. 

She felt herself starting to cum again for the third time in the few seconds 
that she had had the diabolical little demon lover turned on. She laughed. 
An affair with the electric company! To hell with that dipshit of a husband. 
She knew him. She would leave the machine all messy atop the rumpled spread 
on his bed. Let him dare say something. She could just see his face when she 
mentioned a divorce in which the correspondent was a machine. 

It was all so deliciously funny that she started laughing. Each time she 
laughed she started to cum again. She was still laughing when he came home 
and found her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

May was sixteen years old. Twenty minutes ago she had been a virgin. Thirty 
minutes ago she had had her clothes on as she sat beside the pool waiting 
for her ten-year-old brother to appear and continue their discussion about 
the ins and outs of fucking. She reflected on how much she had learned in 
the last half hour. 

Little Gabe was ten, still hairless, still unable to cum properly. But with 
her encouragement in the form of rubbing her firm young tits, displaying her 
sixteen-year-old taut young body and letting him touch its most interesting 
parts she had finally managed to coax a hard-on from him. The boy's peanut 
prick had grown to a prodigious spear-headed six inches, all the more 
spectacular for not being half hidden in a forest of hair. 

May had handled it, felt it poke against her unbroken cherry, had endured 
the lovely pain of that maidenhead's grand opening. She had known the bliss 
of that tremendous untried tool making its maiden voyage into a maiden and 
she had known the bliss of being that maiden. 

They had fucked with an indefatigable slow pendulum rhythm long enough for 
her to cum more times than she had dreamed possible. Her cunt was slick and 
loose as a sixteen-year-old first time fuck can be. Still she was enjoying 
it, waiting for the Big One. 

Little Gabe's six hairless dick inches were still firm. Not rock-hard 
ready-to-cum firm, but stiff enough to keep May gasping as she reveled in 
her first real experience with sensuality. Fucking, she decided, was enough 
fun to be worthy of a lifetime's pursuit. She had been slowly, comfortably 
building toward some unknown goal, secure only in the knowledge that so far 
every new thing that had happened to her had been more gaspingly joyous than 
the last. 

And now little Gabe had just said, "I'm tired. Let's rest a while." 

For an instant May thought she was going to cry. Then she wanted to kick and 
scream. Here she had been going along so nicely, getting hotter by the 
minute as she felt that bomb inside her getting ready to explode. Rest! 

She sighed and tried to make the best of it. "Don't rest too much," she 
said, "Or it'll go down again and then you won't be able to finish." 

"How do you finish?" Gabe asked. 

May wasn't exactly sure herself. But she knew she didn't want to finish that 
way, with her cunt all swollen and tender from the boy's remorseless 
pounding, yet still palpitating with desire, still wanting more of that 
wonderful wham-bam on the hairy cushion in her crotch. She wrapped her legs 
around Gabe's slim ass and pulled him into her until she could lock her 
ankles in a firm scissors. The effort caused her cunt to contract tightly 
around the boy's cock. 

"Golly!" Gabe marveled. "Do that again." 

May did and was rewarded with an answering lunge from the boy. He held on 
the bottom of his stroke and ground his hairless crotch against hers, 
stretching and stimulating her pussy toward new horizons. May practiced 
contracting her cunt and belly muscles. Soon she was doing it with a rhythm 
that massaged the boy's cockhead, keeping it hard and satisfyingly big 
inside her. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Gabe marveled. "That really feels gooooood!" 

May worked at perfecting her technique. Basically, it was as if she were 
straining to squeeze out a big one, then tightening up to keep it from 
escaping. Once she got to doing it regularly, she began to understand what 
men saw in belly dancers. It really worked. Deep inside her she could feel 
the boy's cock swelling, throbbing, moving involuntarily in and out as the 
boy once more began fucking her without actually realizing what he was 
doing. 

Soon May could relax and enjoy the passive sensation of a male pouring his 
cock to her, pleasuring her without any effort on her part. She wondered how 
many more things she would discover about the art of fucking before that 
session was ended. It was so nice there by the pond on a lazy summer 
afternoon with an occasional fly or bee. In another couple of hours the 
mosquitoes would be out, but she. and little Gabe would have to end it 
before then anyhow. She yawned blissfully, savoring the joy of this young 
jock sliding his prick in and out of her cunt. And a fly went down her 
throat. 

She coughed and her belly's involuntary spasm pushed the boy's hard-pounding 
cock right out of her. 

"Ow!" he yelped. He jabbed blindly and got it back in, slamming down extra 
hard just as May coughed again. "Ow, wow!" the boy wailed. "Don't do that!" 

May finally expelled the fly. "I'm sorry," she said. "Did it hurt?" 

"Yeah!" Gabe hesitated a moment. "Well, not exactly," he hedged. He gave her 
another couple of pokes to make sure his tool was bottoming out in fighting 
trim. Then he captured her trim sixteen-year-old ass with both hands and 
rammed it home, holding on for dear life. "Try it again," he suggested. 
"Only easy." 

May gave a gentle cough and as her cunt contracted and tried to force the 
boy's cock out, he felt a sudden intimation of what an orgasm was going to 
be like whenever he was old enough to experience one. "Gee," he marveled. 
"When you do it that way, it sure feels good." 

May coughed again and laughed. She pulled the straining little boy down 
until he was nibbling on her nipples again, playing telephone with one 
virginal nipple plugged into his ear and the other subject to the tender 
ministrations of his tongue. 

Slowly, the boy settled back into that comfortable in-and-out rhythm that 
was slowly transforming May from a girl into a woman. She congratulated 
herself on having learned a new lesson in the art of love. Even at sixteen 
getting her cherry busted, May had understood that love can never be 
entirely a one-way proposition. She suspected there was going to be a large 
space in her life for men. She wanted men to fuck her, to adore her not from 
afar but as close as possible, preferably between her legs. She wanted to 
use men, enjoy the firm feel of a phallus sliding in and out of her cunt. 

But even as inexperienced as she was, she suspected men were less concerned 
with fucking than women. If this were not true, she reasoned, then it would 
be men who dreamed up all the new fashions, who dressed with concealing 
seductivity to attract females rather than the other way around. Men, she 
suspected, were helpless when their desire was awakened by a woman. But long 
after they had fucked and forgotten that woman, she might be spending her 
lonely nights in a cold bed remembering a man who could pass her on the 
street and quite honestly never recognize her. If she wanted to get her 
share of fucking, May knew she was going to have to learn what pleasured men 
most-what could she do for a man that would satisfy him, yet leave him so 
unsatisfied that the wildness of his desire would lead him back again and 
again to plumb the depths of her cunt in search of that lack? 

She didn't know but she supposed some day when she had more experience she 
could work it out. Meanwhile, this hairless ten-year-old cock was sliding 
its six solid inches into her juicy cunt, slamming happily away as its owner 
hoped wistfully that another fly might make her cough again. But May was 
resolved that the next time she opened her mouth while fucking it was going 
to have either somebody else's tongue in it or maybe something even bigger, 
hotter, and more interesting. 

She wrapped her legs around his slim muscular ass again and drew him in. She 
linked her ankles and squeezed. The boy responded with a tremendous ram-slam 
that prodded the portals of her womb. Oh my, did that ever feel goooooood! 
She squeezed his hips between the milky whiteness of her thighs and pulled 
his mouth back down onto her tit. He began licking, feeding her long, slow 
strokes of that six-inch hairless boyfuck hammer. 

She wondered if there were another ten-year-old anywhere in the world as 
interesting as this one. What a future lay ahead of this wonderful jug-eared 
boy with freckles on top of his freckles! 

He bounced happily up and down atop her, slamming his lean little belly 
against the prick-stiffening curve of hers, slamming down until she felt 
that wonderful excitement building once more inside her well-stuffed belly. 
Each time his cock poked into her, crowding her unaccustomed cunt, pushing 
her insides this way and that to make room for its rampant machismo, she 
felt another surge of power run through her, suffusing her with a warm 
incandescent glow until she suspected her throbbing body would be visible in 
the dark. She could feel it building again, could feel her belly straining 
to contain this rambunctious invader, trying to squeeze it, milk it, pull 
all the lovely male goodness from it to warm her during the lonely nights in 
her narrow bed. And just as she was nearing the brink of that long slide 
down into a spasm of orgasm, the boy stopped fucking again. 

"Let's try something different," he suggested. 

May tried not to show her impatience. "What?" she asked. 

"Well, uh-" Gabe wiped his face and she saw he was sweating from the effort 
of his exertions. "Uh-" he continued, "let's try it like the animals." 

"You mean the way dogs do it?" 

"Yeah." 

May wondered momentarily if they would end up stuck together like a pair of 
dogs, then laughed at her fear. If they had been going to get stuck together 
it would have happened before now. She shrugged assent and the friction of 
her glowing body against the boy's hard maleness gave her another tiny 
turn-on. 

The boy pulled his splendid hard-on out of her with a thuck like a champagne 
cork and May was momentarily desolate at the sudden emptiness. She rolled 
over and positioned herself on hands and knees in the grass beside the pond. 
Hurrying to get it back in before he could lose his painfully acquired 
hard-on, ten-year-old Gabe knelt behind her. 

It wasn't as easy as either of them had expected it to be. In the first 
place cunts just aren't positioned for back-end-to fucking no matter what 
anthropologists may wish to make of our kinship with the back-humping apes. 
Little Gabe struggled to get it on. He pushed, he pulled, he kneaded and 
mauled, getting her into position. Finally May lay prone, face and chest on 
the ground, ass high in the air, posing like a stinkbug ready to attack. 
Gabe snuggled up to her, scooting his knees in until he was nearly 
underneath her elevated crotch. Only then did he manage to get his dick in. 
May gave a ragged sigh of relief and concentrated on holding her awkward 
position long enough for the boy to get his fill of fucking her. She 
suspected this particular idea was not one of the best in her rapidly 
expanding repertory. 

The boy gripped her waist and poured his cock lustily to her. It was 
different, May had to admit. Now his cock was upside down from the way it 
had been before. His hairless scrotum was slamming into her throbbing clit 
each time he bottomed. She considered this new way and couldn't decide 
whether the boy was getting his dick deeper into her cunt or not. She did 
know that for some unknown reason the feel of that hard male pelvis slamming 
into her from behind, that prodigious prod going into her upside down was 
turning her on in a totally new and strangely exciting way. 

His hands grasped her waist, pulling her back to meet the ram-slam of his 
lean little body each time he slammed into her. May could feel her insides 
flutter and tremble under the assault of that hard spear-headed cock 
whamming away at the depths of her vagina. It felt so gooood, so wondrously, 
eatingly good that for a moment she forgot her discomfort. She let her upper 
body relax, laying face down on the grass and concentrated on keeping her 
ass high in the air so he could continue pouring his upside-down cock to 
her. 

But under the spell of that prodigious phallus hammering steadily away, she 
felt herself slowly forgetting the strangeness of her position. Also, very 
imperceptibly, her ass was descending from its skyward pointing pose. The 
boy still gripped her waist, kneeling behind and half underneath her to 
ram-slam away at her fluttering cunt. And it felt goooood! 

She could feel herself starting to melt again. It became harder to hold her 
ass up in this ridiculous position. Her clit was happily absorbing the 
pounding as the boy's hairless scrotum slammed against it each time he 
bottomed out. As her belly reacted to the provocation of the boy's balls 
slapping her, she felt her belly explode into great flowing waves of joy 
that wracked her, threatening to tear her apart in revenge for those sixteen 
years of unfulfilled, unfucked femininity. She felt a rush-blush of blood 
suffuse her cunt, filling her vaginal lips to blushing repletion, radiating 
joy from every wrinkle and fissure of her puckering cunt. 

She felt her cunt liquefying, melting to flow in a great shimmering cascade 
of coruscating pleasure. She could feel herself emptying, spilling her load 
of passion's burden just as the boy's hot little hands left her waist and 
crept along her ticklish flanks to capture her firm tiny nippled tits from 
behind. 

May didn't know why it turned her on so. She had felt his hands on her tits 
for the last half hour. She had experienced his tongue running lazy circles 
around her nipples, had felt his ear nestle over one virginal nipple as he 
played telephone. She had experienced the rapture of his young mouth sucking 
at her nipples, switching rapidly from one to the other while his hands 
caressed her tender swollen undersides, driving her to the shrieking edge of 
hysteria. 

And now he was just grabbing her tits from behind, hanging on solidly, using 
them as handles to pull himself against her ass to feed it to her faster, 
harder, hotter. May was amazed but not so amazed that she couldn't 
appreciate the magnitude of the orgasm that was wracking her, tearing her 
limb from pulsating, fluttering, lusting limb. It was too much. She couldn't 
fuck herself to death, cum so violently she was on the tender edge of 
death-she couldn't do all this and still hold her ass in the air like an 
over-balanced kangaroo. She felt her knees sliding apart, felt herself 
slipping slowly. 

Little Gabe felt it coming too. He made a marvelous recovery, straightening 
his knees in a lightning gesture until he was sitting straight legged on the 
grass with an ankle on each side of her torso. When she settled down and let 
the full weight of her ass onto him, he was ready. He gave a happy hump into 
new depths and waited a moment for May to catch her breath. Then he got his 
hands on her tits again and began lifting her torso until she was upright 
too. She straightened her legs before her until she was sitting on his lap 
as if they were both in a chair-except that his cock was not decorously 
between his legs like some daddy playing with his little girl. Instead, 
little Gabe's six hairless inches of boy cock still stood straight up 
between his wide-spread legs. May was spindled firmly on his spike, unable 
to move as long as the boy held her on his lap. 

He groped for a moment, then gripped her waist and positioned her more 
firmly until his cock was pointing relaxed straight up into her pulsating 
pussy. She quivered at the joy when she felt his spearhead attain new depths 
of penetration. 

Then his hands left her waist and recaptured her tits from behind. Instantly 
May felt that same total turn-on. She couldn't understand why a simple 
gesture like cupping her tits from behind could be so much more exciting 
than the arousal she had experienced when he had licked them, kissed them, 
sucked them, played telephone with them. Someday perhaps she would realize 
there was a vestigial element of rape in being taken from behind that made 
everything just a teeny bit more exciting than from the front. 

More especially, there was the element of anonymity. No face-to-face 
business with the necessary social lies about eternal love. With a faceless 
cock pouring it to her from behind, this was pure unadulterated lust without 
the usual hypocrisy. It was fucking at its sinful, lustful, lascivious best. 
May felt herself cumming again, melting, flowing, turning inside out from 
the sheer masculine power of that relentlessly ramming cock. 

Of necessity, Gabe was no longer pulling his slippery cock all the way out 
to dither about teasing her cuntlips with the possibility that he might put 
it in, might not, might just spend all eternity diddling the tip of his cock 
barely in and out of her seething snatch. 

Now he was bottomed out, ramming it in extra deep because his cock was 
standing straight up, striving to do its best and she was helping it with 
her weight, sitting on top of him, bearing down until the boy could only 
lunge ineffectually, tossing her an inch upward to vacate her cunt bottom 
for a fraction of a second before she came down hard, fast, seemingly deeper 
and more sensually with each lustful lunge. 

She could feel her raddled ass gathering force to cum again, to melt and 
flow once more in lustful waves of love's elixir all over the hips of this 
marvelous male who held her by the tits, rubbing his thin muscular chest 
against her back as he humped frantically, striving to drive his dong 
deeper, harder, faster into her. She had that feeling again, an inchoate, 
instinctive knowledge that somewhere in the near future lurked the Big One, 
the daddy of all orgasms that was going to end this fuckfest and leave her 
wan and wanton, to crawl into her clothes and go staggering home in time to 
do the chores. 

Then just as the wave was cresting and ready to break, the boy stopped 
fucking again. May wanted to shriek and wail, but before she could react, he 
was twisting and turning her, spinning her around on his lap. 

She felt her ass slide around on a cushion of joy juice that had flowed from 
her helpless cunt. Then Gabe captured one of her ankles and began lifting. 

It took a moment for May to understand what the boy wanted to do. Then when 
she did she cooperated enthusiastically by falling back, resting her weight 
on her hands while he lifted her leg awkwardly over his head. 

Finally the boy drew her toward him again. He was still sitting on his lap 
in the grass by the edge of the pond and May was still in his lap, but now 
she sat facing him with her luscious thighs around his waist and her cunt 
still firmly skewered on the unwavering erection of his six firm hairless 
dick inches. It felt so goooood, so good she wanted to wail and yodel and 
proclaim her delight to the bees that buzzed lazily in the dandelions around 
them. 

But before she could give vent to love's old sweet song, Gabe had captured 
her waist again and drawn her to him. He buried his face in her breasts, 
switching rapidly from one to the other as he kissed, sucked, licked, ran 
his hands tenderly over the gently swelling under surfaces of their firm 
erectness. 

And meanwhile his cock never ceased its faithful fucking. Now May could help 
a little without danger of throwing herself off his meaty spike. She wrapped 
her creamy thighs tightly around his waist and began rocking gently back and 
forth. 

Little Gabe caught her timing and began rocking too, not once releasing his 
firm grip on her as he dived into her tits, rubbing his face up and down the 
tender front of her turned-on body. Each time he rocked forward May rocked 
back and his prodigious prod came halfway out. They hesitated a moment at 
the end of the stroke and she could feel her insides struggling to return to 
their normal positions, but before she could really become conscious of the 
lack of male meat inside her, they were doing the opposite stroke, May 
rocking forward and Gabe backward. This stroke pulled her forward and upward 
onto him, driving his tireless tool deep, deep into her seething snatch. She 
felt herself starting to build one more time toward the Big One. 

She didn't know what it would be but so far everything she had tried had 
been better than the last. What else was there to try? She had fifty years 
of fucking ahead of her to find out. She guessed she was learning quite 
enough for a first fuck. But it was fun. Interesting and educational as the 
teachers used to say whenever they had some particularly nasty chore for 
somebody to do. She wondered how many of their bodies had performed this 
particular chore. 

How long could it go on? she wondered. Sooner or later little Gabe had to 
either cum or get tired and quit fucking. Either way it would be over for 
the day. She wanted to send him away hungry. But not too hungry. Just hungry 
enough for him to want to come back there tomorrow and do these lovely 
exercises all over again. Oh, God, how had she managed to live sixteen drab 
and wretched years without ever once discovering the joys of fucking? 

Little Gabe was far smarter than she was. He was only ten. She could have 
cried at the thought of those wasted six years in her life if she hadn't 
been so rapturously happy right then at the feel of that hard six inches of 
machismo cock slamming so soul-satisfyingly into her cunt each time she 
leaned forward to rock over Gabe's straining body. 

He was discovering new depths in her with each stroke. They rocked 
frantically back and forth on an imaginary see-saw, arms around each other, 
drawing their bodies close together until their whole fronts were in 
contact, rubbing sensually, sharing the warmth of their passion. May felt 
her tits squashing against Gabe's bony chest, felt her tiny virginal nipples 
swell rock hard and grow with the intensity of their sensitivity as they 
rubbed up and down, back and forth against the hard maleness of his thin 
young body. 

It seemed to her that she was getting as much of a turn-on from her 
supersensitive tits rubbing her brother's body as she was from that colossal 
column of his cock that kept sliding in and out of her, straining and 
stretching her cunt as it pulled her insides first forward, then back, in 
and out with each stroke. She felt her cunt quiver again with a premonitory 
gathering of forces and then suddenly her cunt muscles were clamping tight 
around that colossal cock that never missed a stroke in its relentless 
metronomic in and out, fore and aft stroking. 

She felt for an instant as if she had become part of some sensual machine, a 
vast arrangement of pistons and shafts driving a cock that never ceased its 
rosy riveting, sliding slowly, steadily in and out, in and out, driving her 
slowly but inexorably to the edge of gibbering ecstasy. She wondered if 
human bodies had been designed for this incredible endless joy, this peace 
that passeth all understanding. They must be for the preachers she had 
listened to were always yammering about something of this nature, but she 
had never found it in church. But May knew she had found it there in the 
sunlight, in the grass alongside the pond on her own farm. Joy. Nothing 
could ever begin to compare with the sheer mindless joy of fucking. Nothing 
ever! 

She was so overcome with the joy of her discovery that she looked straight 
up into the sun and lost her balance for a moment. She fell forward atop 
Gabe. Instead of trying to recover, her brother let himself fall backward. 
When his shoulders touched the ground, he straightened his legs one by one 
until May found herself squatting astraddle his supine body, still spindled 
in the six hairless inches of his boy cock spike. She gathered her knees 
beneath her and bounced experimentally. It felt good. 

It felt good enough to try again. She raised herself as high as she dared 
until the tip of his boyfuck tool was halfway out the hairy lips of her 
vulva. Then she let herself down with a wham that would have flattened the 
little boy if it had lit on his chest instead of his hips. 

She felt her cunt stretch lengthwise as the pointed spearhead of his hammer 
drove deeper into her, ticking the cervix and threatening to penetrate her 
womb. She bounced and came down hard again once more astraddle his whang. 
The boy grinned and gave her a friendly lunge to help drive it in a half 
inch deeper. 

It felt so good she sensed that she was cumming again, a quiet friendly 
little quiver of a cum that sent a fresh jet of love's juices cascading from 
her seething cunt. She rested for a moment, then saw Gabe's eager eyes 
taking in the view of her torso at right angles to his own supine body. She 
raised her arms over her head to show off her lovely young tits to best 
advantage and was rewarded by an extra swelling tremor of the boy's cock 
deep within her. She tightened her cunt muscles over it in a friendly clasp. 
The boy's cock responded with another quiver and stiffened slightly. 

They stared at each other in silence. "You know, Gabe," she mused, "you're 
really something for a little brother." 

"I think you're real neat for a big sister too." 

May thought that over and guessed she was. She wondered if there was any 
other girl in the valley who was generous enough to teach her little brother 
the arts of love. Not that it was that much of a sacrifice, May had to admit 
to herself. She wondered if the boy was getting as much joy from this 
session as she was. "Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" she asked. 

Gabe's eyes gleamed. "Yeah!" he enthused. 

"We're going to have to be careful," May said, more to herself. 

"About what?" 

"What do you suppose'll happen if Roy and Ted find out?" 

"Yeah." Gabe was disconsolate as he thought of how his two older brothers 
would elbow him aside if they learned May was fuckable. And he had no 
illusions about keeping it a secret between the three. If they found out 
they wouldn't tell Paw. But they would cut themselves into the pie, and him 
out on threat of telling him what they had seen. He thought a moment, trying 
to remember what they had last been talking about when he had overheard 
them. "Going to town and flush some quail," he guessed. From their guilty 
expressions he supposed they had been jacking off in the hayloft again, or 
maybe fucking the new heifer. Now he could hear them yelling at the dogs two 
fields away. "We'll have to be careful," he agreed. 

May raised her arms in the air again, raising her taut young tits and 
driving Gabe into a frenzy of fucking. He ram-slammed long enough to bring 
his hard-on back up to fighting trim, and they rested again. "I don't think 
we ought to come here to the pond again," she said. "What if they decided to 
go swimming?" 

"Yeah," Gabe sighed. Under the strain of this worry she felt his cock begin 
to go down again. She clamped her cunt tight over it and bounced jollily up 
and down until she felt him recovering his virility. "You got any ideas?" he 
asked. 

May thought for a moment. "I really don't think we ought to try to do it 
anywhere in the daytime." 

Gabe suspected this was the beginning of an elaborate scheme to tell him it 
was all over, that he would never get his prick into this lovely 
sixteen-year-old ass again. He looked her up and down, memorizing the curve 
of her neck, the shape of her firmly upward pointing breasts, the sudden 
constriction of her waist, the swell of hip and belly, the deep cavity of 
her navel, the long tapered legs that were bent on each side of his hips. 

"Do you think you can wake up in the middle of the night after everybody 
else's asleep?" she asked. 

Hope revived in little Gabe's face. "I don't know," he said. "But you know I 
sure want to come. If I don't wake up, could you sneak in and give me a 
shake?" He hesitated. "I sleep pretty hard, but believe me, I'll get up for 
you." 

May smiled a secret little smile and began bouncing up and down atop his 
reviving rod. Gabe began responding, bucking his ass up against hers every 
time she came down. Slowly May bent forward until her breasts were dangling 
over his face. He snapped playfully at her and caught her around the neck, 
pulling her down until he was kissing, licking, sucking her tits and 
reveling in the joy of rubbing his face over those twin mounds of 
femininity. May got her knees farther back so she could continue fucking 
him, taking the man's position to slide her eager ass up and down his hot 
throbbing cock. It felt so good she didn't want to stop. She began slamming 
harder, faster, deeper, slapping her cunt recklessly down upon the boy's 
thin muscular hips. The boy began slamming harder too. 

Suddenly she sensed in the accelerating rhythm of his fucking that the boy 
had finally ascended to a new plateau of pleasure too. She was ramming, 
slamming, going for another orgasm when suddenly he gripped her and flopped 
her over to one side. Still plugged in, he began fucking her sideways, 
rolling his weight back and forth on the inner surface of one of her firm 
young thighs. 

May felt it coming. She tried to control herself, to wait a moment longer 
until the boy could cum too. Then once more he was moving, prodding and 
pushing her until she lay supine, looking up into the freckled face of the 
boy who knelt between her thighs, hosing it to her once more in classic 
missionary position. She had a feeling that this time it might turn into the 
Big One. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

But that had all been years ago. Now May was experienced, only months away 
from being forty, and with a pair of tits to match. She squatted atop the 
little boy she had disarmed and tied up, still trying dazedly to understand 
what had provoked this everlasting orgasm. It felt so good she didn't want 
to look a gift horse in the mouth but ... anything this good ought to be 
understood. May suspected that someday she would be old and alone and 
anything that could produce a minutes-long nonstop orgasm was something 
worth knowing about, remembering, treasuring. 

She could feel the boy's golf-ball-sized prong still inside her cunt, 
quivering with the effort not to cum. She didn't want him to cum-not just 
yet. Some time hours from now when it was daylight in the forest and the 
deputies would be in the meadow with their helicopter-that would be time 
enough for the boy to cum. She could wash him off, get his pants back on, 
and hand him over to the sheriffs before the boy half realized what was 
happening. 

But what was causing this interminable turn-on? She moved experimentally, 
sliding up and down the boy's rod for a fraction of an inch. There was a 
sudden stabbing pain and then once more that same sensation even more 
intense now of cumming-her cunt endlessly contracting, relaxing, contracting 
again, firing ceaseless loads of joy juice out her lips stretched tight 
around the knob-headed invader. It felt so goooood! 

Pleasure. Pain. Always, it seemed to her, there was a mixture of the two. 
Something was hurting like hell every time she moved. Yet just to stay there 
like that, Squatting with her ass wrapped around the tremendous 
golf-ball-sized knob on the end of the boy's round-headed rammer-it was the 
kind of bliss she had always daydreamed about in Sunday school when some old 
fool had maundered on about the joy of being in heaven and sitting on the 
right hand of God. She wondered if there was any fucking in heaven. 

Or in hell? 

But there was fucking right here, now in this tower in the middle of the 
forest. She glanced at the passion-steamed windows. It was still totally 
dark outside. She had time. And it felt so good. She was getting used to it 
as with time one gets used to everything, but this was still the most 
deliciously prolonged orgasm she had ever experienced. She felt her cunt 
fluttering, contracting and relaxing alternately around the throbbing rod of 
masculinity that was radiating joy throughout her being like the 
transmitting tower of some smooth sensual broadcasting system. Great rolling 
waves of rut tore ceaselessly through her belly, running up and down her hot 
body like the waves of light in some surrealistic advertising display. 

Love's elixir flowed in gentle spurts, seeping by the prodigious plug that 
was turning her on, flowing in smooth sheets of sensuality down the cheeks 
of her ass to lubricate the boy's crotch until she felt she could raise her 
legs and spin joyous circles like she had once done on her mother's piano 
stool. But every time she moved it hurt. 

May struggled to control herself. There was a temptation just to sit there 
until daylight, savoring the tremendous tearing feel of a non-stop cum, but 
she had to know what-why? She was still supporting most of her weight as she 
squatted astraddle his firm fuck flagpole. She gathered her strength, fought 
to ignore the passionate telegraphy within her belly, and finally managed to 
rise a pain-seared inch, feeling the great golf-ball-sized head of that cock 
pulling and tearing every fraction of the way. 

She bent painfully to get a hand down to her cunt, to see if somehow, bound 
hand and foot, the boy had managed to slip some kind of French tickler into 
her. And to her surprise, she found there was nothing in her cunt. Not a 
cock, not a banana, not a broom handle, nor candle, not even a finger! 

But that prodigious prod had found another opening. Slicked as she was with 
passion's by-products, May's wide-spread ass had accepted that blameless 
male bludgeon up the wrong hole. She suddenly realized that she was almost 
forty, thought she knew everything there was to know about the fine art of 
fucking, yet here was another famous first. She remembered that day with the 
plastic prick she had found in her husband's closet some four years ago. She 
realized now that she should have been more curious. Instead she had been 
disgusted. 

Like that day she had found it. She had played with the plastic prod, poking 
it up her cunt, not caring how she messed up the prissy bastard's bed. It 
had been interesting and educational poking that fake phallus up her snatch 
until she had remembered that it was not just plugged into her; it was also 
plugged into an electrical outlet. 

She had turned the vibrator on and the colossal cunt-tickle had driven her 
into an unending orgasm almost as intense as the one she was experiencing 
right then with that living, breathing, throbbing cock up her ass. She had 
cum repeatedly, so many times and so close together than all the hate, the 
hostility and tension had trickled out of her cunt, leaving nothing but a 
smear on the coverlet. 

It had tickled her insides so delightfully that she had held it in there 
long after she had felt any desire for another orgasm, just reveling in the 
deep, humming tickle that pervaded her belly and vibrated away all the 
strains of the last couple of years. She had still been laughing when her 
prissy little prick of a husband came home and caught her. 

But from the look on his face as he discovered her atop his bed, fucking 
herself with his vibrator, it was apparent that there was going to be some 
debate about who caught whom. He had blanched, standing pale and speechless 
in the doorway. May made no effort to stop what she was doing. She looked up 
at him and laughed again. "Nice little gadget you've got here," she said. 
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" 

When he still stared aghast, May had put steel in her voice. Remembering the 
nights she had waited for this dipshit to act like a husband, the times he 
had side-tracked her to go off with his male friends, she knew there was no 
such thing as a marriage between them any longer. But she determined to get 
one last dividend from this domestic disaster. "Take off your clothes," she 
said. She said it in a voice that would brook no argument. 

He stared at her for another moment, swallowed a couple of times, and began 
loosening his tie. She lay back on the bed, legs apart, deliberately making 
as vulgar a spectacle of herself as she could. There was an apocalyptical 
clarity to her thought processes, as if she were reading his mind: 

She's caught me dead to rights! Ooooohhhh, damn, why didn't I hide that 
thing better? Why did I ever bring it home? I should have left it in Ralph's 
apartment. I should have known this miserable bitch would go poking through 
my closet and find it. And now she's got me by the-by the balls. 
Ooooooohhhhhh, I can just see it now. She won't give an inch. She hates me 
almost as much as I hate her. She'd do anything. She'll take that thing to a 
lawyer and they'll threaten to wash all my dirty linen in public. Ooooohhhh, 
I can just see it now. She'll get on the stand and a lawyer'll produce that 
thing in front of the whole court and she'll tell them how I wouldn't stay 
with her and then she found this thing in my closet and if I tried to tell 
the court-if I could bring myself to tell the court what I'm seeing right 
now who'd believe me? 

No matter what degrading thing she asks me to do to her, I've got to make 
myself do it. There's no way out. Maybe if I get on top of her and think 
about Ralph until I can get it up-If I can just sweet talk her long enough 
to get my hands on that thing and hide it, destroy it-anything to keep that 
damn Tinkertoy from being produced in court. Ooooohhh, I can just see Ralph 
and Oliver snickering now. I'll be the laughing stock of every gay bar in 
the country. Ooooohhhh, I'U never be able to live it down. I've got to-got 
to fuck her no matter how much it sickens me. 

Trying not to let her see the tears in his eyes, he began divesting himself 
of his clothes. Finally he stood naked before her. Before he could change 
his mind he knelt between her legs on his own bed-the bed he had kept 
inviolate during all the unhappy years of their marriage. Kneeling between 
her legs, he prayed for a hard-on. How in God's name was he ever going to 
get it up? 

May put her arms round his neck and pulled him down on top of her. For one 
nauseous moment he thought she was going to kiss him. But she didn't. He lay 
passive atop her, not even trying to support his weight with his elbows. 
Maybe if I think about Ralph and Oliver. He tried. He tried to think about 
every lovely moment of gay love he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes 
and tried to concentrate on the lovely feel of a clean slim boy licking his 
cock while another boy was driving a massive hunk of male meat up his ass. 
Somewhere deep within his groin he felt the first faint stirrings of a 
fugitive concupiscence. 

Then suddenly his desire rose until he could swear Oliver was actually 
slipping that massive hunk of warm meat up the old dirt road. Abruptly his 
eyes flew open. He was still in nightmare land, atop the cow cunt he had 
married. Then he knew what was happening. She had taken that machine he kept 
hidden on the top shelf of his closet out of her cunt. She still held it in 
her hand. Now she was slipping its well-lubricated tip up his asshole. 

His cock rose by leaping bounds. May felt it rising to press against the 
throbbing lips of her satiated cunt. She really didn't care whether this 
prissy little queer fucked her or not, but she knew she was going to enjoy 
forcing him to do something he didn't want to do. She captured his rising 
rod with her free hand and guided it into the slick opening between her 
thighs. 

Already he had half a hard-on. She pushed the plastic prick against his 
asshole and felt it going into him surprisingly easy. She touched the 
switch, giving him a brief burst of vibration, and his cock finished rising 
to full fighting trim. Involuntarily, his pelvis drove forward, driving his 
cock deep into her pussy in an excellent imitation of desire. May chuckled 
and waited a moment. When he didn't respond again, she began moving the 
plastic prong gently in and out, dragging his ass up and down as his grommet 
locked behind the flange of the artificial cockhead. And his helpless cock 
drove in and out of May's satiated cunt just as if he were fucking her with 
frantic desire. 

It was even better because with the machine in her hand May could control 
his movements, speed him up, slow him down, make him drive deep for her 
womb, or make him pull it out and diddle the head of his cock back and forth 
barely inside the lips of her pussy. Despite her satiation, in spite of 
having cum countless times until she was drained dry, she felt her raddled 
cunt respond involuntarily to the feel of a real live cock sliding in and 
out, in and out, going at exactly the speed and depth she happened to like. 
If she could get this little dipshit to fuck her this way twice a day, May 
wouldn't mind staying married. 

But she knew what was making him fuck her. She knew he knew she knew. And 
that was that. No use, she knew, of getting into those tail-swallowing games 
of logic. The marriage was over but she had put up with enough from this 
prissy misfit. She was going to get one satisfactory fuck out of it before 
she tossed him into the dustbin. . 

She played him like a cello, hand over his ass, drawing him out, driving him 
in, speeding him, slowing him, all with that marvelous plastic prick up his 
ass. It felt good. It felt doubly good because she was getting a sexual 
turn-on out of it and even better, she was getting her own back at him for 
all the slights and insults he had borne during their disastrous union. 

She could feel hatred, rage, shame radiating from the little man but he was 
helpless as she was. More so, for she had him figuratively by the balls and 
he knew it. More importantly, she had him by the buzzing handle up his ass 
that kept his cock erect, throbbing, thrumming away in tune to the vibrator 
that was going to make him cum if she didn't watch it. She turned the damned 
thing off but left it stuck in him. He continued pumping away, feeding his 
cock to her in a workman-like manner. 

May chuckled. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him in, urging him to 
greater efforts, faster, deeper, harder. When she felt his unwilling cock 
start to wilt she turned on the vibrator again. She supposed it was cruel. 
Hell, she knew it was. But he had married her. She had accepted his proposal 
in good faith. If he didn't want to fuck a wife he had no right to con one 
into marrying him just for social camouflage. He had been stuffing this 
thing up his ass alone while she lay in a cold empty room in a narrow bed 
wondering what was wrong with her-if she had lost some basic womanly 
quality. She could never forgive him that. She twisted the plastic prick 
savagely and he lunged his into her, achieving a record depth. "That was 
very good," she said. "Let's see you do it again." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It wasn't like that with the nameless, tied-up boy in the tower. She wasn't 
going to waste any pity on the boy; he had been willing to shoot her. But at 
least he hadn't conned her into disastrous marriage. And he hadn't stuffed 
his tremendous golf-ball-sized cockhead up her old dirt road. She had gotten 
careless and in the passion-fogged darkness she had done that to herself. 
She supposed she ought to be grateful to this boy for now, finally when she 
was nearly forty years old, May knew she had discovered what might for her 
turn out to be the ultimate turn-on. 

She understood what her husband must have felt like that day-totally and 
completely unable to resist the rampant rage that tore through him, swelling 
his burgeoning cock to epic proportions, forcing him to fuck her no matter 
how distasteful he found the chore. 

She wondered if the bound twelve-year-old she was straddling had any way of 
knowing what he was doing to her. If he should ever find out, if he were 
able to control his raging hard-on long enough to make it wilt, she knew she 
would be reduced to the same raging need her husband had been. At all costs 
she had to keep this boy from finding out how his misguided jab up her 
asshole had turned her on with a ceaseless orgasm until her whole body had 
dissolved and flowed into new dimensions around the one constant in her 
raddled universe: the glowing, throbbing, pulsating prod that was making her 
crotch thump and swell in unison with the raging of that rampant rod within 
her. It felt so gooooood. 

She wanted to untie him, feel his arms around her, feel the full strength of 
his unbound body as it labored mightily over her, stuffing her with 
maleness. 

But some thin thread of sanity remained. She remembered her first glance of 
this little monster, pointing her own rifle at her. She remembered the 
thoughtless instinctive way she had thrown open her robe and captured him 
during the moment of confusion when he had been bedazzled by the sudden 
sight of her splendid naked body with its perfectly non-sagging forties, her 
tiny waist and deep navel, the glorious rising swell of her hips and the 
soft smoothness of her creamy, tapering thighs. She remembered how his eyes 
had darted back and forth like a rat in a maze, unable to settle on a 
decision whether to stare at the tiny pink virginal nipples of her splendid 
forties or at the almost as pink natural hue of her abundant pubic patch. 

It had been one of those frozen moments of which dreams are made. May knew 
she had to do something. This felt so good but it was killing her, this 
eternal endless orgasm that was wracking her lovely belly. She gritted her 
teeth, forced her quivering, nerveless legs to move and slowly felt her ass 
rise up and off that perfect prong. 

She felt her ass trying to turn inside out as it struggled to eject that 
outsize boyfuck organ. She squeezed and forced her muscles as if she were 
trying to shit, and the pain became less. Finally there was only the 
tremendous golf-ball-sized head still behind her anal sphincter. She 
wondered what could have happened to let this tremendous tool slip into her 
anus unaware and was newly impressed with the ways of love. She tried to 
rise and was stuck to the boy just like a pair of dogs. He gave a sudden 
upward lunge as hard and as far as his lashings would permit. 

It hurt. But it hurt so good May almost gave up and let herself settle back 
down around that tower of power. Great rolling waves of warmth pulsated 
through her belly, radiating outward unceasing from that prod up her ass. 
But she knew if she surrendered now she would be lost forever. 

Fucking was fun. Nothing, she knew, could ever replace it. The second best 
pleasure in her life had never come even remotely close to the joy she had 
gotten from the rites of love. But all good things must eventually cease. 
She hoped she could somehow manage to forget the destructive passion that 
had enveloped her in the instant she had enveloped the boy's prick up her 
ass. This was too good. Maybe it would be all right for some people, but May 
knew there was some hidden safeguard left out of her body. If she let this 
boy keep his cock up her ass, it would destroy her just as surely as alcohol 
could destroy some persons while leaving others unharmed. 

She took a deep breath, strained and puffed as if she were struggling to 
relieve herself of a king-sized constipation and, slowly rising, she finally 
managed to shit that passionate golf-ball-sized prod out of her asshole. The 
relief was so sudden and profound that for a moment she thought she was 
cumming again but it was only the sudden relaxation of all those straining 
muscles. It felt good in the same way it might feel good after she had 
stopped hitting her head with a hammer. She fell sideways on the floor and 
breathed deeply for a moment, then abruptly realized she has welshed once 
more on her promise to the boy. 

"I'm sorry," she hastened. "You had it up the wrong hole. It was killing 
me." She got a pan of warm water and a rag and washed the brown stain from 
the boy's prodigious cock. It was still rock hard and raging. She knew there 
was no way out. If she wanted the boy to survive another hour, she had to 
let him cum. 

She washed the slime of repeated cum from her own crotch and tried to guess 
what she wanted to do next. It was so nice to have a man about the 
house-even a twelve-year-old man tied hand and foot. Finally she surveyed 
his clean-washed cock and decided there was only one way to decide. "Which 
would you like?" she asked. "Suck or fuck?" 

There was a moment's silence and she wondered if her pullout had driven the 
sullen boy into another of his sulking fits. But finally he replied, "You or 
me?" 

It took a moment for May to realize what he meant. She was really so 
satiated at the moment that she didn't want to do anything except maybe 
snuggle up to this wonderful, hard-bodied boy and fondle his incipient 
masculinity. This next trick had to be for him, not for herself. She knelt 
beside him and lowered her mouth over the tip of his freshly washed cock. 
She could feel it grow by leaping bounds, hard hammering blood responding to 
the warmth of her lips. She raised her head from his fountain of youth and 
asked, "That way, or do you want to fuck some more?" 

From the time it took the boy to respond she knew he was still suspicious. 
She could hardly blame him. She had circumvented his desire to work off a 
load so many times that the boy thought she was still playing with him. 
Probably he was thinking that whichever he asked for, she would do the 
opposite from the sheer perverse pleasure of exercising her control over his 
throbbing cuntrol tower. 

When he said nothing May decided to do it the easy way, which was probably 
what the boy wanted anyway but was afraid to say it. She lowered her mouth 
over the knob of his rod again. 

Working with delicate precision, she began licking the tender, sensitive 
underside of the boy's throbbing thumper. Instantly the boy responded with a 
fervor that told May she had picked what he really wanted. She put a 
caressing hand to his crotch and began tickling his taint. With her other 
hand she began a one-by-one count of the hairs on his just-furing balls. The 
boy began writhing and squirming, unable to control his lustful joy as she 
tormented his cockhead to the gibbering edge of orgasms. 

She ran her finger gently up the underside of his cock, stopping only when 
it met her wide-stretched lips sliding wetly down the head of that cock. The 
boy was quivering uncontrollably. Yet she sensed he was doing his best not 
to buck and jump so hard that she might not be able to keep her warm, loving 
mouth over the head of his throbbing cock. 

Even though the boy, bound hand and foot, was unable to do anything for her, 
May didn't feel up to working herself around where he could get his 
unbelievable tongue back up her own pussy. She decided to sit this one out, 
not let herself be distracted by any pleasure of her own. Instead, she would 
dedicate her whole being to working this boy's load off as efficiently and 
as pleasurably as possible. She was sure that a few kindnesses to him now 
would reap dividends once she had rested and was ready for action again. 

But, running her wide-stretched lips up and down around the throbbing sphere 
of that golf-ball-sized cockhead, May discovered that there were times when 
it was truly more blessed to give than to receive. She could feel her 
raddled body composing itself, getting the cum-confused parts of her mind 
all back together. But that didn't stop her from experiencing a gentle 
tender turn-on that was in some ways even more satisfactory than the 

Little ten-year-old Gabe, baby brother with the six hairless inches of 
joystick had been ramming it to her frantically that day in the grass beside 
the pond, doing his ten-year-old best to duplicate the funny taking-a-pee 
feeling that had awakened him several times lately as the climax of a dream 
in which he and eleven-year-old Jerry Ann Koestler from down the road had 
been taking each others' clothes off and then touching certain forbidden 
parts of their bodies-as if any girl would ever do a thing like that! 

But now under the tutelage of his sixteen-year-old sister, Gabriel was not 
only laying atop a girl with all his clothes off; he actually had his cock 
inside her, right up her cunt! And it felt better than he had ever imagined 
anything like that could ever feel. He was euphoric from the realization 
that May liked it too, had just told him that if he did it right she would 
let him sneak into her room every night and do it again. Gabe felt that life 
was suddenly opening up with wondrous new possibilities. 

But mostly he was concentrating on the matter at hand. He had been fucking 
her for something over an hour, trying one position after another and it 
felt fine. But for some time now he had been aware of certain lack. His 
hour-old hard-on was beginning to tire to the point where no amount of 
tickling his balls by May's clever hand, no amount of rubbing his feckless 
freckled face over her firm young tits could keep it up to full fighting 
trim. Something had to be done. 

It was puzzling. On the one hand he wanted to keep on fucking as long as he 
could. He suspected May's attitude toward future fucks would hinge largely 
on how well he performed this time. But on the other hand Gabe could feel 
himself tiring. He knew that before long his magnificent muffin-stabber was 
going to shrink to its normal peanut size and that would be the end of 
fucking for today. 

He began slamming it into her harder, faster, poking at the tight lining of 
her cunt from odd angles in a frantic effort to stimulate his stabber into 
continuing erection. 

May felt the boy's accelerated pumping. She was already so joy filled with 
his magnificently tireless performance that May didn't believe anything 
could be nicer. Then as the boy's magnificently spear-headed six inches 
began accelerating from their steady pumping, going slowly from oil well to 
jack-rabbit motion, she knew something unusual was going to happen again. So 
far everything that had happened to her had been new. It was her first fuck 
and no matter what the boy did, each new experiment seemed to turn out 
better than the last. He had slipped it into her first in missionary 
position. Then the boy had single-handedly invented dog-fashion, pouring his 
cock to her eager ass from behind while she crouched with her ass in the air 
like a beetle. 

That had been so wonderful that May had felt her firm young belly contract 
around that rampant rod, squeezing and milking involuntarily as her virgin 
womb strove to extract the stuff that that thing stuffed into her would fire 
up her ass and teach her the joys of instant motherhood. For this was in the 
dear dead days when May had been sixteen and the Pill still lay unborn in 
some scientific cocksman's fallow brain-the dear dead days when a smoldering 
look from the nearest swain meant instant pregnancy. 

May had taken care to ascertain that little Gabe had never actually cum. She 
knew he would soon at the precocious rate he was growing, but by then she 
hoped to have somehow to have provided herself with the double vulcanized 
insurance against such disaster. But how, she wondered, was a 
sixteen-year-old supposed virgin going to walk into the only drug store of 
this all-eyes-and-ears community and ask for a dozen Shieks? 

It was a problem she was going to have to solve if she wanted to continue 
savoring the sensation of this delightful six inches of hairless masculinity 
sliding its sharp pointed head in and out, in and out, gradually increasing 
speed until by now the little boy was wham-bamming his hairless crotch 
against the red fur of her own with the joyous mindless abandon of a berserk 
jackhammer. 

Suddenly May was torn from her troublesome speculations by a burst of sheer 
raging rut inside her. She had cum before on this memorable afternoon, but 
suddenly the prurient poling of that pointed cockhead at the portals of her 
womb was prodding her into a passion far surpassing anything she had yet 
experienced. She felt her insides gather, contract into a tiny spastic ball 
of contained passion. She felt her belly gathering forces for some 
tremendous cataclysm. The boy was still pouring his cock to her, 
ram-slamming frantically as he ran some race against himself, fighting for a 
fulfillment he didn't clearly understand, obeying only some unstated command 
within his loins that he continue this pleasureful accelerating of his 
bobbing ass, ramming his dick into her deeper, harder, faster, striving to 
get in another stroke, another ten, another hundred before.... Before what? 
The boy had awakened from those confusing dreams with Jerry Ann Koestler's 
flat-chested, eleven-year-old seductivity down the road. Now he was atop a 
full-blown sixteen-year-old girl with firm hard tits that pointed defiantly 
skyward without the slightest hint of sag. He had buried his face in them, 
had kissed her navel and driven his tongue deep into its cup. He had 
caressed her ass and reveled in the lovely roundness of its fathomless 
design. But what was to happen next? It felt so good, this building, growing 
expectation. But what was it that he was ram-slamming so frantically toward? 

May had only the foggiest idea, derived from observations in the barnyard 
where bulls would cumbersomely climb a cow, give three or four pokes, and 
roll off. Horses were good for a couple more pokes than bulls. Rabbits would 
bob like a sewing machine in passing gear for five seconds before falling 
sideways with a screaming whistle that left the male bunny in a dead faint. 
But what was it actually that happened when a male suddenly ram-slammed into 
a female, losing all sense of control as he bobbed his brains out through 
the tip of his cock? May didn't know. 

She knew only that it was going to happen. She didn't know whether Gabe was 
old enough to fire the baby-making fuck stuff into her, but he was certainly 
racing down the fields of love for some kind of a touchdown. She knew it 
would come any minute now-perhaps even at the same moment that the gathering 
storm within her own belly would burst. She wondered what it would feel 
like. Could it feel any better than she was feeling right then? If it did 
May knew she was going to faint away as dead as any bunny rabbit from the 
sheer animal joy of it. Why, she wondered, had no adult been friendly enough 
to tell her of the well of pleasure that she held between her legs? All 
these wasted years. She was sixteen. May knew if she had possessed any 
initiative she could have been doing this for at least five years. 

It was enough to make her cry if she hadn't been so busy trying to contain 
the happiness that little Gabe's phallic piston was churning up inside her 
firm round belly. She could still feel that unbelievable tension building 
inside her, as if every nerve were coiling and twisting like a rubber band, 
getting ready to snap and go zinging uptight in the opposite direction. 

It was such a strange sensation. She had cum before-at least she thought 
that was what had happened when she had felt that sudden warm tickle inside 
her and felt the trickle of love's juices flow anew. It had been wonderfully 
warm and for a moment had relaxed the delicious tension that all that 
prodding was putting into her belly. 

But now as she felt her insides gather force to respond to the frantic 
rabbity ram-slamming of little Gabe's eager erection, May suddenly suspected 
she didn't really know yet what it meant to cum. 

And then very suddenly she was finding out. Balls of fire shot up her spine. 
Chain lightning surged from the tip of that throbbing tool inside her. She 
felt her tiny swollen clit explode. Her rock hard nipples suddenly throbbed 
in time with the cosmic cacophony coruscating deep within her womb. She felt 
unknown organs contract, expand, contract again, squeezing joyous jets of 
love's juices from deep inside her. Her spine rippled under electrical 
surges of rut as that spear-headed cocktip tingled at the portals of her 
womb, pressing against her cervix demanding entry into the sacred confines 
of the baby factory. 

She felt her hair stand on end as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure 
surged through her, twisting her, turning her this way and that as her legs 
opened and closed around the boy's ass, rocking, rolling, throwing him every 
way but off. His mouth brushed across her nipples and the sensation was so 
magnified it felt as if she had been touched with fire. She heard herself 
wailing, moaning, her whole body so suffused with pleasure that she couldn't 
even scream. She could feel her cunt throbbing, clasping and unclasping 
around the tip of that tool the boy was still slam-banging into her like a 
berserk pile driver. 

In the midst of her ecstasy, she sensed that the boy was undergoing some 
crisis of cum too. She wondered dimly if he was going to fire a baby into 
her seething snatch, but it felt so good that even if she had positively 
known this was going to make her pregnant with quintuplets, May knew she 
would not be able to will herself to stop, to buck the valiant rider off her 
bare body before he had finished his rambunctious ram-slamming of that 
throbbing penis into her fervid snatch. Will power went only so far, she 
suddenly realized. Nothing could prevail against the forces of fucking. 

May had heard it snickered that a stiff prick has no conscience. But until 
this moment when her pristine young sixteen-year-old loveliness delivered 
itself to the toils of passion she had not realized that a hungry cunt was 
no more controllable than a boy's cock. She hoped that everything would work 
out all right, but right or wrong, May knew she would never be sorry for 
having spent the afternoon initiating herself and her little brother in the 
sacred rites of love. There was, quite simply, nothing else like it in this 
or any other world. 

She felt the boy slackening his pace atop her. He had been slamming like a 
riveting machine then suddenly he had emitted a high pitched 'wheeeeee' and 
frozen, holding his cock deep within her. She had been so caught up in the 
toils of her own passion that she didn't know whether anything had come out 
of the tip of those wonderful six inches of hairless erection, but she knew 
the boy had reached a climax of some sort while she was undergoing her own 
explosion. 

After a long frozen moment of ecstasy, the boy's death grip on her had 
relaxed. She had felt his body relax. He still lay atop her, breathing 
heavily. She felt his flaccid cockhead still inside the lips of her placated 
pussy. A moment earlier she would have died at the thought of his cock 
coming out of her, but now she was suffused with a golden glow of 
completion. She felt his dwindling dick shrivel another inch and then the 
tip fell from her flaccid cunt and slid down the cheek of her ass, leaving a 
slimy cum trail as if a snail had crawled over her. She relaxed, staring 
vacantly at a bird that flew across the open sky. It had been so good she 
didn't know if she could live through another one like that. 

But she suspected the next day-maybe even that night-she would be ready to 
try it again. Gabe gave a contented groan and moved his head until his ear 
was over one of her tits. Even her nipples were coming back down from their 
proud erection of a moment ago. She felt drained, empty, used up. But it had 
been so gooooood. She felt like kneeling and giving thanks for this piece 
that passeth all understanding but she was so used up that it was better 
just to lie here. Minutes passed. 

Finally Gabe gave a little jerk and she realized he had been asleep. "Want 
to go swimming?" he asked. 

They had to wash off the chrisms of the rites of love. May guessed a quick 
swim was as good a way as any. Besides, if they came back from the pond and 
anyone saw them and wondered what they had been up to all this time alone, 
wet hair would be as good an excuse as any. Little Gabe got to his feet and 
dived in, an unusually clean and graceful dive for a fucked-out ten-year-old 
kid. May stood and stretched lazily, showing off her firm young tits to a 
crow that perched on a stump across the pond. Without a thought for her long 
red hair, she dived in after her little brother. 

She was floating face up in the pond when she felt him come up gently 
beneath her. He put a hand between her legs and worked a finger into her 
pussy until he was gently sluicing water in and out of her. Suddenly May 
realized her brother was giving her a primitive douche. She wondered if he 
knew he had cum inside her, possibly impregnated her. "What're you doing 
that for?" she asked in alarm. 

"I just want it nice and clean," Gabe said. "Why?" 

Gabe looked at her in some embarrassment. "Did you mean it about me coming 
to your room tonight after everybody else is asleep?" he asked. 

May wondered if she would be up to it by nightfall. She guessed if he was, 
she was. "I guess so, if you want to," she said and smiled. 

"Golly!" Gabe marveled. "You just better believe I want to." He hesitated a 
moment and finally gathered his courage. "Tonight," he said, turning 
suddenly pink behind his freckles, "I may not be able to get it up again, 
but if I can't uh-" 

May waited. 

"Uh, if I can't get it up, will you at least let me kiss it?" 

May decided she wouldn't mind at all. She floated lazily in the pond, legs 
wide apart, letting little Gabe amuse himself with her satiated snatch. The 
boy was thorough. Finally he decided he had scrubbed and cleaned her cunt 
sufficiently. Bobbing up between her legs, he planted a wet smacking kiss 
over her opened lips and she was mildly amazed to discover that already she 
wouldn't mind a bit if the boy were to decide to give her another hour's 
hosing right then. But ... they couldn't disappear together forever without 
arousing suspicion. Regretfully, she discouraged his awakening libido and 
they got out of the pond. 

They stood naked in the sunlight until they were reasonably dry, then 
dressed and walked back up to the house-where she and little Gabe had rooms 
right down the hall from one another. It was going to work out quite nicely, 
May thought. 

It had certainly worked out better than her marriage to that prissy dipshit 
who had promised so much and delivered so little. May lay atop his bed, 
mussing his satin coverlet, savoring the feel of his hot throbbing cock 
inside her cunt, guiding that cock with the plastic prick stuck up her 
husband's ass. It was humiliating and degrading, she knew. But after the way 
he had conned her into this marriage, then shut her out, she felt she had 
some right to be handing out the degradation instead of receiving it. It 
made for a nice change to have this little man fucking her frantically, his 
hot throbbing cock near the edge of explosion but never quite making it. 

It was doubly nice because she knew how he hated it. But she had him by the 
balls in several different ways and the man knew his life would no longer be 
worth living in this community if he didn't do his stiff-pricked 
goddamnedest to satisfy this woman-at least long enough to get his hands on 
that electric vibrator. At the moment she had her hands on it, holding it 
deep up his ass, turning it on and off as she pleased, keeping the 
unfortunate man sufficiently aroused that his hot throbbing cock had to fuck 
her. But May had developed a diabolical instinct for knowing just when to 
turn it off lest he cum and end what she strongly suspected was the last 
time their bodies would ever meet in sexual congress. 

She laughed and wrapped her legs around him, drawing his dick in deeper. She 
could tell from the frantic manner of his pumping that he was trying his 
best to cum, to end the humiliation that had begun when she discovered his 
secret toy. Despite being interested mainly in punishing him, May discovered 
that she was enjoying it. After all, a fuck was a fuck and once she had 
thought she loved this man enough to marry him. 

Each time she touched the switch on the vibrator, the thrumming up his ass 
drove him as mad as it had her when she had held it in her cunt moments ago. 
Now that she had rested from that uninterrupted spasm for a few minutes, she 
could once more savor the feel of a real cock inside her. And each time she 
touched the switch and drove the little man to repeated efforts she could 
feel the vibration transmitted right through his body from asshole to cock 
until its tingling tip was turning her on almost as much as it did him. 

She felt shimmering waves of excitement radiate from her tingling cunt, 
spreading outward to envelope her firm, shapely body. It was sheer rut, she 
knew-a colossal sexual turn-on like she had not experienced since those dear 
dead days with little Gabe and later with Mr. Vodkin, the teacher who had 
thought he was carrying on a harmless flirtation with one of his more 
level-headed students who could be counted on not to make a fool of herself 
and get him in trouble. 

It had all started innocently enough when Mr. Vodkin, intrigued by the 
modestly dressed girl who wore no bra beneath her loose-fitting blouse and 
somehow managed to be more alluring than all the little fuzztails who 
flaunted tits and asses ... he had really liked her. She was intelligent, 
tended to business, and finished her assignments on time. When a tremendous 
stack of papers had fallen victim to a sudden wind through an open window, 
May had been the natural choice. He asked her to stay after class for a 
while and help him sort them. 

Almost immediately the puzzled teacher knew he had made a mistake. He didn't 
know how he knew it but the instant the last student had exited, leaving him 
and May alone in an empty classroom, the air had become pregnant with an 
unstated tension. Silently they began picking up the scattered papers, 
working toward each other from opposite sides of the room. Soon they were 
shuffling about each other in a weird waltz like the mating ritual of some 
far-out pheasant. Mr. Vodkin kept trying to pay attention to his papers but 
he couldn't stop himself from leaning closer to her to catch the clean 
feminine smell of her long red hair hanging loose about her shoulders. 

Each time she bent forward to pick up a paper he could see her firm young 
breasts out-lined. Once as she strained across him he even saw the tiny 
protrusion of one virginal nipple. Mr. Vodkin didn't know what was happening 
to him. He had sisters of his own. He had been educated at a coed college. 
He had taught high school for three years, surrounded by languorous 
child-women who did their callow best to seduce him. This girl wasn't even 
trying and suddenly the teacher knew with a sinking feeling for his career 
that if she came an inch closer he would be unable to control himself. 

May had first fucked little Gabe almost a year earlier. She was seventeen by 
this time, her firm young breasts an inch fuller, her hips and thighs more 
lusciously edible, and her waistline as small as ever. She and little Gabe 
still continued their midnight games but both of them were becoming slightly 
bored, ready for new fields to conquer. Down the road Jerry Ann Koestler was 
now twelve and possessed of a lovely little pair of incipient jugs. And she 
had the hots for Gabe. May had been wondering how long it would take this 
young gym cum math teacher to decide she wanted him to endless gut-twisting 
orgasm of a moment ago. 

It was almost as if she were reading his mind, sensing what the boy was 
feeling. And her mind was clear enough now to understand exactly how this 
was happening. I'm doing it to him, she thought. I'm deliberately 
controlling him and feeding him every sensation. It's almost as if I were a 
man and feeling what it's like to have a woman kissing and sucking and 
licking my cock and tickling my balls and making me feel so good I know in 
another minute I'm going to cum and fire great gouts of jizz into her mouth, 
into the air, way up to go 'splat' on the ceiling if she starts choking on 
my cum and pulls her head away. 

Without actually realizing what was happening, May slipped slowly out of her 
own cunt-centered female viewpoint and was experiencing this blow-job as if 
she were the boy instead of the full-blown, firm-titted woman who was doing 
it to him. She felt as if she were actually reading his mind: 

This goddamn bitch's been torturing me ever since I came in here. I wonder 
what would've happened if I'd just asked her for something to eat instead of 
grabbing that goddamned rifle. If I hadn't pointed it at her maybe she 
wouldn't be so hard on me. She's mad at me. Maybe she hates all men but she 
needs them and that's why she's torturing me, taking it out on me because , 
something went wrong with her years ago. Hell, I probably won't get out of 
here alive and if I have to go back to that fucking-that unfucking place, I 
don't really care. 

Fuck it all. It was fun to fuck her even if I was all tied up. But it's 
nicer to let her suck my prick. I'm going to just lie here-hell, what else 
can I do? I'll just lie here and think about all the good times I've ever 
had-shit! When did I ever have a good time? This's the first time I've ever 
had my cock in a real live woman....I wonder if they're all like this. 
Sonofabitch! Twelve years old and I never got a chance to do this before! 

Sheeeeeiiiiittttt! 

I'm just going to be quiet and lie here and let her lick it and I'm not 
going to fight it. I'm just gonna let it come whenever it's ready. Shit, 
what's wrong with me? Ever since I started beatin' it off a year ago I been 
able to cum four, five times a day. Sometimes when I get up in the morning 
all I have to do is think about it and just touch it and it goes off. 

Now here I am with a naked woman rubbing her tits all over me, putting her 
cunt right in my face till I have to lick it. I've had my cock in her mouth, 
in her cunt, Christ knows where else I've had it. It seems like I've been 
tied up here a hundred years. And I haven't even cum. She won't let me. She 
wants to keep it stiff so she can play with it. She's getting what she wants 
and to hell with me. I'll fix the old bitch. I'm not going to do anything 
this time. I won't buck or jump or stiffen or quiver or do anything to let 
her know I'm cumming. She'll get a mouthful of jizz before she knows what 
happened and then we'll see what happens afterward. Hell, the way she's 
working and playing with me she can probably make me get it up again. I 
wonder how long she's going to keep me here before she turns me over to the 
fuzz again. Shit! 

I won't let her know I'm ready to cum. Like hell I won't! How can I stop it. 
Every time she slides her mouth down over me I can feel my balls melt and 
run right out my asshole. Jeez, I never knew fuckin' could be this good! 
Shit, she don't need to tie me up. I'd stay here forever as long as she kept 
suckin' my cock. Jeez, there it goes again. She's runnin' her mouth up and 
down my cock and she's ticklin' my asshole and she's got her other hand 
running fingers up and down the shank of my cock and oooooohhhhhhh shit! 
There she goes taking it out of her mouth. Now she's licking the head of my 
dick, running her tongue around it, up, down, over. Ohh, damn! There she 
goes running her tongue right over my balls, up the bottom of my cock, right 
up to the tip. I can feel it swell, shit, I'm gonna cum sure as hell. This 
time I'm gonna cum and she can kiss it all she wants. She can hit it or 
squeeze it or do any fucking thing, but I'm gonna cum! 

Goddamn, I wish she'd put it deep down her throat and swallow like she did a 
while ago. It felt like she was going to tear it out by the roots, but it 
felt so good I didn't care. Ooooooohhhhhh shiiiiiitt, there she goes again 
licking it. Why can't she put it in her mouth again like she had it before? 
Oh-oh, there she goes. I can feel her mouth sliding down over it. I can feel 
her teeth nibbling their way down the shank. That must be her palate I'm 
pushing my cockhead past right now. Sonofabitch, it's tight. But it feels so 
goooood! 

Goddamn, she's really gonna do it! She's swallowin' my cock. Wow, that feels 
good. Feels like the whole top of my head'd gonna come off! She's got it so 
far down her throat now I can feel her mouth clear down there at my crotch, 
touchin' my balls. Ooooooohhhhh, sonofabiiiiiitch! She got her tongue out 
somehow and she's lickin' my balls and she's swallowing my cockhead at the 
same time and ooooooohhhh, Jesus, it feels so gooooooddddd! 

I can feel my cock swellin', strainin'! Shit, am I ever gonna have a strain 
when this's over. This goddamn bitch's gonna wreck me. Who cares? If I gotta 
go this's the only way to go. She's swallowin' again and I can feel her 
throat massaging my cock. It feels a million times better than fuckin'. It 
feels so good I wish she'd turn around so I could lick her pussy too. 

Shit! Me a cuntlapper. We used to make jokes about that counselor with the 
glasses. Everybody called him a muffdiver and now here I'm wantin' to do it. 
Shit! Oooooohh, there she goes swallowin' again. Damn, it feels so good I 
can just feel myself comin' apart, meltin', runnin' right down out my 
asshole. Shit! I wonder if I'll ever be any good again. 

Fuck it. I don't care what she does as long as she keeps on doin' that. 
Oooooohhhh, I can feel my cock hurtin', throbbin'. If I don't cum soon I'll 
blow my balls off with the backfire. Sonofabitch, she's lickin' my balls 
again. She must have a tongue as long as mine if she can do that without 
stoppin' the way she's swallowin' my cockhead. Jeez, it feels so good, I 
never thought anything could be this good. Oh-oh, there it comes. I gotta 
keep quiet. I can feel a little squirt of jizz come out. Another minute and 
I'm really gonna cum. I'll kill this bitch if she don't let me cum this 
time. I gotta be still; she feels me start to cum, she'll pull her head off 
and even if I do cum it won't be any fun shootin' it in the air. Shit, I 
might as well be jackin' off. Oooooohhh, there it comes again. Why can't I 
cum? All I get is these little hurtin' spurts and shoot out maybe half a 
drop. 

OOOooooohhhhh, ow, WOW! Now I'm really gonna cum. I can feel it hurtin', 
squirtin'. Sonofabitch, I bet I cum a gallon. And she ain't pullin' off 
either. I got it down her throat and she's still swallowin' and I'm cummin'. 
Sonofabitch, am lever cummin'. WOOOOOOWWWW! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

May suddenly snapped out of her mind-reading reverie. She wondered how much 
of it was true and what portion had stemmed only from her own vivid 
imagination as she tried to imagine what it must feel like for a 
twelve-year-old boy to find himself suddenly submerged in this sea of 
sensuality. She hoped she was doing the right thing for the boy because if 
she wanted to get any more use out of him, she had to relieve that 
tremendous tension and let him cum at least once. 

She felt the smooth roundness of his golf-ball-sized cockhead filling her 
mouth. She struggled to run her tongue around it and was gratified to feel 
his hammer throb faster, harder. Like every woman, May had wondered what it 
must be like to be a man. Now, feeling this trim hard body thrill beneath 
her, she experienced a vicatious turn-on of her own. But it was a woman's 
turn-on-something that affected her whole body with a warm glow of 
sensuality and not a man's turn-on which is mostly centered in his cock and 
the nerves leading from it. 

But after the destroying, wracking orgasms she had been experiencing for the 
last hour, it was a blessed respite just to kneel there and sense the joy 
she was giving the long-suffering boy's joint. She ran her tongue lovingly 
around its tip, then dedicated herself to the chore of swallowing it. 

To swallow a cock is not easy. It takes as much discipline and practice as, 
for example, learning to play the guitar. But May decided it was time to 
devote her skill to making this homeless boy happy. 

She tried to relax her throat. It was like trying to swallow a giant 
meatball whole, without chewing it up first. She did her best to relax, 
simultaneously letting her head fall forward to drive his dong deeper into 
her mouth, past her soft palate and down the entrance to her throat. It was 
so big she was having trouble breathing. 

But as she felt the boy's cock begin to quiver uncontrollably with the 
premonition of priapic explosion, May knew she was putting stars in her 
crown. If there was any justice in the universe-if there was any fucking in 
heaven the gods of love would surely reward her for the kindness she was 
doing this wonderfully endowed boy. She could feel her whole body enveloped 
in a warm lascivious glow as she let her mouth slide gently down the long 
straight shank of the boy's cock. 

She felt her lips meet with the soft skin of his crotch, her lower lip 
bumping gently into the front edge of his scrotum. The shank of his cock was 
not crowding her mouth as that tremendous golf ball of a head had one. She 
managed to slip her tongue out through the tiny gap between the bottom of 
his cock and her teeth. She ran it lovingly around the boy's just-furring 
scrotum and was rewarded with a lunge as he tried to drive it harder, deeper 
down her throat. 

She swallowed and the boy was seized with a paroxysm of delight. She felt 
the quiver, the tiny preliminary spurt that meant his gallons of hoarded cum 
would soon come soaring in magnificently unrestrained flow. She supposed she 
ought to get her head off his cock in time but ... what the hell? It 
wouldn't hurt her to swallow a little cum. She already had his cock so deep 
down her throat that she wouldn't even taste it. She wondered what cum 
tasted like. 

May realized she had sucked cocks before. There were times when she would 
have done much more than that if it would coax another hard-on out of her 
exhausted partners. But always a certain thriftiness had made her stop in 
time, made her hurriedly switch ends and get that wonderful wand plugged 
into her cunt where it could do some good before exploding into ignominious 
spurting impotence. 

But this time she was going to do it all the way, a pure and perfect work of 
charity for this wonderfully endowed boy with the endless inches of 
energetic phallus. She felt another of those warning spurts. The boy's cock 
stopped dead still in its thrumming, throbbing desire. Then she felt it, 
great gouts of goo went shooting smoothly down her throat. The boy's cock 
was so far into her she didn't even have to swallow, but she did, swallowed 
energetically and repeatedly drawing the last full measure of devotion from 
his throbbing, spurting, hurting, blurting bludgeon. 

"Eeeeeee!" the boy whinnied. May would have moaned her own joy if she hadn't 
had a mouthful. She remembered with a suppressed giggle that her mother had 
often told her never to talk with her mouth full. 

Then suddenly the boy's joy in his release was communicated to her and she 
found herself giggling, then laughing uncontrollably. And each time she 
laughed the motion of her stuffed throat coaxed another tiny spurt of cum 
from the boy's emptying cock. 

He was lunging uncontrollably now, ram-slamming his dwindling dick into her 
throat, straining for the last shred of pleasure before his shrinking member 
subsided to leave him spent and gasping, not really believing that such a 
wonderful thing could have happened to brighten one day in his drab and 
wretched life. 

They fell sideways and May lay relaxing with the boy's still jerking cock in 
her mouth. Gradually she felt it shrink, felt its dying head pull slowly up 
out of her throat, past her palate until it lay soft and wet on her tongue. 
For the first time in her life she sampled the salty taste of cum as a final 
drop dribbled from his dying hard-on. The boy moaned with satiated pleasure 
and moved slightly. His shrunken cock fell from her mouth. May gave a happy 
sigh and mentally ran over her charitable program, remembering that first 
day years ago when she had done a favor for her little brother, bringing him 
the piece that passeth understanding and, only incidentally, breaking her 
own cherry. Ahhhh, but it was a great life as long as she had her health and 
a boy to help her ruin it. 

As she bent across from him to recover a stray paper, she could feel his 
breath in her hair. She knew his eyes were analyzing her blouse, trying to 
divide what was womanly artifice and how much was solid young tit pointing 
defiantly skyward beneath that loose fitting garment. When Mr. Vodkin was 
troubled with a sudden shortness of breath, May knew exactly what was 
happening. She wondered what would happen-if he would emit a soprano shriek 
of panic and go shinny up the flagpole, if she were suddenly to grab his 
cock. 

She could see it swell and throb in the tight crotch of his pants as he 
squatted. It was that bulge that had first attracted her to the young math 
teacher. The other girls all had the hots for him. The boys hated him for 
they instinctively saw a dangerous rival. But May saw something more. She 
knew without knowing how she knew that Mr. Vodkin had never fucked before, 
despite having as he often loved to point out, grown up with four sisters, 
and gone to a coed college. Mr. Vodkin was like many mathematicians, more 
engrossed with theory than with practice. May's sure instinct told her that 
if she could capture this well-endowed young man, she would be capturing a 
cherry. Little Gabe had worked out quite nicely. Now she wanted to see what 
she could do toward education and character forming in a man older and 
supposedly more experienced than herself. 

She gave a sigh and pretended to be stiff. It gave her an excuse to stand 
suddenly in front of the kneeling teacher. She raised her arms over her head 
and stretched, pretending a blissful unawareness of what her two tiny 
nipples were doing to the fabric of her suddenly taut blouse. Standing that 
way, her crotch was within inches of Mr. Vodkin's suddenly rubescent face. 
He gave a little gasp and tried to conceal it with a cough. 

Smiling a secret little smile, May saw from the corner of her eye that he 
had dropped the papers he had picked up. His hands were opening and closing, 
involuntarily curving upward to grab her ass and draw her to where he could 
bury his face in the subtly scented triangle beneath her modest pleated 
skirt. 

Barely in time before he could commit himself and then flee in a panicked 
reaction, May stepped out of reach. Pretending not to have noticed anything, 
she bent once more and began picking up papers. She waited until the 
red-faced teacher had his breathing under control, then let a paper slip 
from her hand. Lunging after it, she dragged a firm-nippled breast across 
his arm. 

Mr. Vodkin stiffened and held his breath again. His face turned redder than 
little Gabe's had the first time her brother had asked if he could kiss her 
pussy. Still pretending not to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, 
May finished picking up the papers. She sat at a table across from Mr. 
Vodkin and they began sorting them out. 

Several times Mr. Vodkin's Adam's apple bounced and he struggled to ask her 
a question. Each time he failed. Just when he had screwed up his courage to 
where he might be able to scuttle his career, May did an academy award 
performance of saying, "Oh, dear, I have to be at Miss Widmer's glee club 
practice. She'll be absolutely furious!" Before Mr. Vodkin could make a 
complete fool of himself, she rushed from the room, secure in the knowledge 
that once more she had "sent him away hungry." There was no need for worry. 
May knew she had the young teacher right where she wanted him. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It was great to have men where she wanted them. Between her legs. The bound 
boy she had bopped over the head and repossessed her rifle from was not 
between her legs right then. After something over an hour of pleasuring her, 
she had finally permitted him to cum-to cum explosively down her throat with 
a violence that had left him wan and shaken, a violence that had even 
startled May at the vicarious thrill she had experienced in helping the boy 
to discharge his first load. 

The boy lay huddled on his side, hands still behind him and bound to his 
ankles with the chenille sash of her robe. She supposed she ought to check 
those bonds soon, make sure they weren't too tight or, more importantly, too 
loose. The boy's look of sullen hatred had disappeared. 

Now he wore a slack-lipped grin of silly satiation. May was satisfied too. 
She knew if the deputies were to come and claim the boy that instant, she 
would never miss him. But it was still dark outside. She studied the 
passion-fogged glass on the east side of the tower and detected a faint hint 
of dawn. 

May knew herself. She thought she knew twelve-year-old boys pretty well too. 
Soon there would be time. Plenty of time. "Hungry?" she asked. "Thirsty?" 

The boy nodded. May rummaged through her ice box. There was no ice and 
supplies came so seldom that she had lost the taste for milk. She poured 
coffee and looked a question at the boy. He nodded. Sampling it first to 
make sure she wouldn't burn him, she squatted to hold the cup to his lips. 

The boy took it in two gulps. "More?" she asked. 

He shook his head. She looked through her cupboard again and found bread. 
After a moment's thought she fried an egg and made the boy an egg and 
bologna sandwich. After cutting it into bite-sized squares, she sat in front 
of the boy again and began feeding it to him. From the way the boy ate she 
knew he was hungry but not starving. When she asked if he wanted more, he 
shook his head. She took the dishes away and then remembered Big Ed the 
ranger had brought her a present the last time he had passed by. She 
rummaged through the box and found a couple of chocolates which she fed to 
the boy. 

As he ate the sweets, she glanced at his cock. It was shrunken to normal 
size. She moved aimlessly about the kitchen side of the tower, putting 
things away and used the opportunity to pose as seductively as possible, 
stretching to reach top shelves and throwing her firm forties out like twin 
searchlights. She climbed chairs to give him a choice view of her shapely, 
well-muscled thighs in action. The next time she saw the boy from the corner 
of her eye, his cock was rising slightly. She studied it openly, marveling 
at the way its unprepossessing shape could grow into that splendidly shanked 
stabber with the round, golf-ball-sized head peeping wetly from a half 
stripped-back foreskin. 

It reminded her of another cock she had last seen a little over four years 
ago. She had lain on her back atop the satin coverlet of her husband's bed, 
fucking him in the ass with a plastic prick, forcing him to fuck her with 
his own somewhat less prepossessing prod. It had been fun in a burning, 
bitter sort of way to get her own back at his expense. 

Then suddenly she had realized that he was going to cum. She turned off the 
fucking machine but it was too late. He was ramming it, slamming his cock 
into her with an eagerness totally unlike his usual lukewarm self. She felt 
her love-starved body reacting. Suddenly it was as if she had not turned off 
the machine at all. 

That old familiar turmoil began inside her belly. Great roiling waves of 
passion sent fireballs up her spine to explode inside her brain. He was 
ram-slamming frantically, pouring his cock into her from every conceivable 
angle as he gripped her body in the throes of a desperate passion. She was 
rising to meet his thrust, whamming her ass up against his crotch with a 
violence that made for crunching, thudding sounds as things came together. 
"Eeeeee!" he shrieked with a sudden access of vocability. 

May felt herself melt, her belly turn inside out. It was even greater than 
the crazy simulated cum she had experienced with the plastic prick. This 
time her whole body was reacting whole-heartedly, whole-cuntedly, to the 
presence of a man's dick deep inside her pussy poking, slamming, shooting 
his load to bathe her cunt in jets of liquid fire. It was so suddenly, so 
overwhelmingly and unexpectedly good that May felt herself slipping right 
over. She was spinning, falling down into the depths of passion's pit, and 
then suddenly everything was blackness. 

When she awoke moments later, he still lay half atop her, his flaccid cock 
peeping from its half down foreskin. It was such a nice cock. Too bad it 
wasn't for her, but May knew there were some things not worth fighting. If 
he wanted boys instead of her....She dozed again in sleepy satiation. The 
next time she opened her eyes he was gone. She glanced at the gaping door of 
his closet. He had cleaned it out. She glanced back at the bed and laughed. 
His departure had been so precipitate she saw he had forgotten to take the 
vibrator. She picked it up, intending to jettison it in the trash. Then she 
realized somebody poking through trash cans might find it and start talking. 
She washed it off and carefully coiled the cord. She knew he would not be 
back. She had been married just long enough to have lost contact with 
available studs. And she didn't feel like another man just then anyhow. 
Maybe that plastic handy dandy would come in useful some day. 

The funny part was it never did. She lay down on the disheveled bed again 
and reviewed her life. Mostly, she remembered little Gabe and the joyous 
year they had spent memorizing each others' bodies. After that she mostly 
remembered the fun it had been giving her teacher an education. 

May had been laying her plans for some time. The essential thing, she knew 
with an instinctive feminine wisdom, was for the young gym and math teacher 
never to realize she was trapping him. That was why she had deliberately 
planned to escape before he could commit himself. Never would that 
unfortunate young man be able to look back and say he had been 
mouse-trapped. 

She had left him alone, red-faced and inarticulate. After a while he was 
ashamed of his lack of self control. He congratulated himself on a narrow 
escape and resolved never to get within grabbing distance of this disturbing 
girl again. Thank God, he thought, she hadn't noticed anything. She was such 
a serious-minded girl that she hadn't even noticed when she had dragged that 
firm young hard-nippled tit over his hand. 

To May's total lack of surprise he had managed 'accidentally' to meet her in 
the hall next morning. She suspected that he had spent half the night 
contriving the meeting, studying out her schedules and knowing where and 
when she would be walking alone down a hall. From his red-faced generalities 
about how lovely was the weather, she also knew that he had forgotten or 
chickened out on some speech prepared with equal care. 

"So you live alone, Mr. Vodkin?" she had finally asked. 

Unable to speak, he had nodded and grown redder about his prominent ears. 

When May saw he was unable to follow this lead through to its logical 
conclusion, she tried again. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you more with those 
papers yesterday," she said. "I'd stay and help you finish the job tonight 
except I have to take the bus." 

Mr. Vodkin swallowed twice and finally managed to speak. "I have a car," he 
said. 

"Oh, that's nice," May said. "I want to get one too. That way I won't have 
to depend on the school bus all the time. It'd be nice to be able to stay in 
town later once in a while." 

"Uh-" Mr. Vodkin hesitated. "Uh, if you'd like to help me with those papers 
I'd appreciate it. The least I could do is drive you home afterwards." 

May almost laughed at the trouble he had getting it out. She only smiled and 
accepted with what she hoped was innocent openness, a serious-minded young 
girl who wanted to help her teacher. She walked briskly down the hall and 
Mr. Vodkin walked even more briskly to his room to scatter the papers he had 
sorted out the night before after May had left him dangling. 

She wondered if he would take his courage in his teeth or if there would be 
another window-dressing session sorting out papers before they could get 
down to business. When she entered Mr. Vodkin's home room she saw the stack 
of papers looking suspiciously as it had looked when she had fled yesterday. 

May had prepared carefully. She wore a tweed skirt that came to mid-calf in 
the style of that year, slit at the sides to give him an occasional glimpse 
of knee. Beneath it she wore the tightest, scantiest pair of pink rayon 
panties she possessed. They were two years old and had been a little too 
tight when she bought them. Now they out-lined every hair and wrinkle of her 
red-furred cunt. The elastic cut most appetizingly into thigh and belly and 
she suspected any male who was permitted to see those tight panties would be 
obsessed with the thought of rescuing her from the possible effects of poor 
circulation. 

Below the panties she wore virginal white ankle sox and saddle oxfords. From 
the waist up May, as usual, wore no bra to confine the natural jiggle that 
had been known to drive deacons apeshit. She wore a high-collared, unadorned 
white cotton blouse whose plain front possessed no ornament to draw 
attention from the twin bulges of those hard-nippled, firmly upward pointing 
tits. After some thought about whether it would be too much, so ridiculous 
that even Mr. Vodkin would know she was putting him on, May had finally 
decided male credulity knew no bounds. She wore a simple white ribbon in her 
hair. 

As she entered the empty room, Mr. Vodkin did his best to be surprised as if 
he had forgotten she was coming to help in this lonely task. He glanced at 
the front of her blouse, glanced hurriedly away, back down at his work, out 
the window, at the wall, anywhere. Soon his eyes were back on her blouse. 

May took the chair from across the table and carried it around where she 
could sit beside Mr. Vodkin. In the course of their sorting papers, one 
occasionally escaped her and she had to reach across him in frantic efforts 
to recover it. Each time she reached, her thigh brushed his. Sometimes her 
tit touched the table or the stack of papers in front of him, causing the 
sensitive young man to wince as it mashed onto an unyielding surface. 

It seemed to him that such irreplaceable natural resources deserved more 
tender loving care than she was giving them. Time passed in companionable 
silence. Once when she reached across him one tiny firm nipple actually 
brushed the back of his hand, sending a spine-tingling suck through him and 
making the hairs on the back of his hand stand as firmly rigid as her 
nipple. 

She reached past him once more for a skidding paper and mashed her tits down 
firmly on the table top. Mr. Vodkin winced. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asked. 

May gave an innocent little girl laugh. "No," she said as she straightened 
and used both hands in cupping notions to brush imaginary dirt from the twin 
bulges on the front of her blouse. 

Mr. Vodkin experienced some mysterious difficulty in crossing his legs. 

May pretended suddenly to notice his discomfiture. "Why, Mr. Vodkin," she 
said and laughed. "I thought you grew up with four sisters." 

"I did," the young man said in a strangled voice. "But all four of them 
wouldn't make one of you." 

"Ooooohhh," she said with an exaggerated coo and fluttering of eyelashes. "I 
bet you say that to all the girls." 

"No!" Mr. Vodkin insisted. "Never." 

It was so easy May suddenly wondered if it was worthwhile. She squared her 
shoulders and faced him. "Mr. Vodkin," she said in a sober voice, "I know 
what this is leading to and I'm sure you do too. Perhaps it would be best if 
we understood each other right now." 

Mr. Vodkin looked as if the priest had caught him jacking off in 
confessional. 

"You don't want to marry me," May continued. "It would cost you your job to 
be involved with a student my age. It may surprise you but the plain truth 
is I'm not interested in marrying you either." 

Mr. Vodkin stared open-mouthed at this surprising girl. His difficulty in 
crossing his legs seemed suddenly to have disappeared. 

"I have to live in this town too," May continued. "So we're going to have to 
be very careful. I'll accept a ride home in your car this evening, but that 
must be the last time we're ever seen alone together." 

Mr. Vodkin looked like he was going to cry. 

"If you're willing to accept those conditions, I'm sure we can have a lot of 
fun together and neither of us'll be hurt. Do you agree?" 

Unable to speak, Mr. Vodkin nodded. His ears were getting redder with each 
passing moment. 

"Now," May said briskly, "let's stop playing paper chases and you can drive 
me home." 

Once they were out of the school ground parking lot, Mr. Vodkin drove with 
one hand and put an arm around her shoulders. May shrugged it off angrily. 
"Do you want somebody to see?" she asked. After a moment she relented and 
took his hand. Sitting decorously away from him, she stretched her own hand 
to his fly and began coaxing it down. Mr. Vodkin tensed. Suddenly he drove 
his hand into May's crotch as if he expected her thighs to close-as if he 
might have to fight for every inch of the way. 

She opened her legs to make room for his hand and continued teasing the 
zipper of his trousers down. Several times Mr. Vodkin nearly ran off the 
road. Finally they reached the spot May had long ago decided on. It lay 
close to home, only a hundred yards from the pond where she and Gabe had 
first explored the labyrinths of love, but there were enough trees to make a 
car invisible from all but the most careful search. May took her hand from 
his crotch long enough to point. 

They parked and Mr. Vodkin wrapped both arms around her. He kissed her with 
an ardor that promised wonderful things to come. May responded, touching 
tongues and knowing from his startled, awkward response that her teacher had 
never before tried this tender titillation. 

Despite her open-handed offer, Mr. Vodkin was a surprisingly timid lover. He 
seemed afraid that any sudden movement on his part would frighten her away. 
May smiled a secret inward smile and waited for the red-eared young man to 
take his courage in both hands. Finally, while still kissing her, he began 
unbuttoning the high neck of her blouse. 

May found it strangely exciting after the matter-of-fact schedule of 
lovemaking she and her brother had fallen into. She knew now with absolute 
certainty that in Mr. Vodkin she had found a virgin even more ignorant in 
the ways of love than she had been a year ago. She held him tightly to her, 
trying not to laugh as he struggled energetically to get his hands between 
his chest and her doubly adorned torsoful of twin volcanoes. Finally she 
relented and loosened her grip enough for him to get his fingers to the 
buttons. 

May thought she had never seen a man so totally unknowing in the details of 
women's clothing. He couldn't undo a simple hook and eye. He couldn't manage 
a button. Finally, lest he tear her blouse to shreds, she undid its 
fastenings herself. 

Mr. Vodkin stared awestruck at the perfect pristine beauty of her 
well-rounded twin peaks, each surmounted like a creamy ice cream sundae with 
a pink little cherry. She let him stare until it became obvious that he 
didn't know what to do next. May opened her arms and brought him to her for 
another lingering kiss. Then slowly and subtly she let him know that his 
face between her tits would not be considered amiss. 

He buried his face in her tits and began kissing, licking frenziedly. 
Finally he learned to fasten his lips over a nipple and dart his tongue 
rapidly in and out until he had coaxed it to fluttery erection. May guessed 
she had not been wasting her time. 

Suddenly Mr. Vodkin underwent some kind of internal crisis between 
conscience and concupiscence. Emitting a strangled roar, he tore clothing 
from his body, throwing it in all directions inside the steamy windowed 
sedan. May bemusedly felt him tear her skirt off. He struggled with her 
panties and finally had them about her ankles. Before May could dispose 
herself for a comfortable friendly fuck, Mr. Vodkin had lifted her, pushed 
and pulled her, dumped her from the front into the back seat and was 
kneeling between her legs. 

Rape, she thought dazedly. He's going to rape me! She wondered what it would 
feel like. Before she had time to think deeply on the subject, Mr. Vodkin's 
cock was poking at her crotch. Like every uninformed male, he was stabbing 
blindly at her pubic patch, assuming girls fucked from the front like those 
stick figures would-be seducers were always drawing on toilet walls. 

May endured it for a moment, then finally managed to cock her knees and 
capture the blind-stabbing tip of his tool and guide it into her slot. She 
thanked the gods of love that she was already turned-on, for Mr. Vodkin's 
first lunge drove his dick in up to the hilt in what could have been 
extremely painful if he had not been dripping with love's lubrication and 
several times readier than she. 

May sighed and tried to relax. Damn, did he ever have a big dick. She could 
feel her cunt stretching to accommodate this rambunctious invader. She 
determined not to let herself become excited. He would explode like a 
jackass-eared rabbit within three more of these lunging prick plunges, she 
knew. Maybe he would do better next time. There would always be a next time. 

As it turned out, there were almost a year of next times, each better than 
the last until Mr. Vodkin had spoiled it all by insisting, kneeling, licking 
her pussy and begging her to marry him. But May had not wanted to settle 
down in that town-not with a schoolteacher. 

She thought of that now as she posed naked, stretching arms high above her 
head to enhance the slim hard lines of her super body. The boy on the floor 
of the tower was watching her. His cock was rising again. May considered 
that prodigious prod and tried to decide what she wanted next. It was like 
being unexpectedly in a candy store with a whole quarter instead of the 
usual penny. Should she squat astraddle that prod and make him fuck her 
again? Or should she squat astraddle his mouth and let him do his damnedest 
with that amazingly long and prehensile tongue? 

She toyed momentarily with releasing him, but the boy had tried to kill her 
once. May didn't mind playing with fire but she still believed in fire 
insurance. It was too bad she couldn't untie him. It would be nice to feel 
him swarm over her body in full-blown maleness, ram-slamming his rampant rod 
into her seething snatch. But it would be still nicer, May knew, to be alive 
the next day and looking forward to another fuck. 

She positioned the boy on his side and arranged cushions around him until he 
was as comfortable as it is possible to be and remain tied-up. Then she lay 
in front of him head to toe. First she slid her long, milk-white thigh 
beneath his head until he was pillowed facing her freshly washed pussy. Then 
she lay her head on his thigh. She inspected his cock, counting hairs and 
running loving fingertips over the taut foreskin until the boy groaned and 
squirmed. She blew warm wet breath on the tip of his tool and waited. 

The boy had learned his lesson well. She felt the tip of his nose against 
the top end of her gaping slit. His mouth opened to seal his lips against 
the gaping lips of her vulva. And inside that air-tight seal, his tongue was 
running in rasping circles around the swollen marble of her clit. She closed 
her soft tender thighs over his ears until she felt their burning heat was 
going to brand their outlines in the milk-white skin. The boy drove his 
tongue deep up her cunt and May bucked in sudden delighted surprise as she 
discovered that trigger deep within her was still good for a couple more 
pulls tonight. She felt a sudden warm wetness and realized the boy had made 
her cum already. 

Gasping for air, she faced the window momentarily and saw that with 
startling suddenness it was daylight. Somewhere in the distance the forest 
reverberated with a whining, droning noise. "OOooooohhhhh, shit!" she 
moaned. It was the helicopter. 

She pulled her head from the boy's crotch, and he pulled his head from her 
cunt. Hurriedly she washed his face. She rushed to the shattered window and 
pulled his pants from the hole where a bullet had removed six inches of 
glass. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the chopper fluttering as it 
searched for a landing place in the half light. 

May looked at the boy. The boy looked back and she knew he was as broken 
hearted as she. She knew that he didn't want to run away then. He wanted to 
stay with her, to fuck her once more at least before they took him back to 
whatever he deserved for past sins. 

She took the rifle from the bed and tied it to a piece of coiled 
clothesline. After checking once more to make sure it was loaded, she began 
lowering the rifle through the hole in the window opposite from the doorway 
where the ladder came up the tower. When she felt it touch ground, she 
dropped the end of the rope out the window too. 

She looked at the boy. He understood what she had done. He remembered that 
he had lost his last wrestling match with this surprisingly muscular woman 
too-and that had been before she had fucked him weak and silly. 

May looked around the tower. Even the kitchen knives were locked up. She 
untied the boy. He stood, swaying as he got back his balance. May kept her 
eyes on him. She walked backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. 
Still watching him, she lay slowly down on her narrow bed. It was getting 
cold in there now that she had taken the boy's pants from the hole in the 
window. 

She listened to the chopper still trying to land. It would be at least a 
half hour before the men could walk up to the tower. She wondered if the boy 
knew it. "There's time," she hinted. 

The boy approached the bed. Tender as a honeymooning husband, he knelt 
beside the bed. He kissed her tits, running his tongue in gentle lascivious 
circles around her rigid nipples. He kissed her torso, worked his way down 
her flanks and stifled her giggles with a deep augering tongue up her navel. 
May took a deep breath, savoring the poignance of this farewell. 

The boy kissed his way down the smooth curve of her belly. He kissed each 
hair of her pubic triangle, gently forced her thighs apart to kiss the 
tender inner surfaces. He ran a burning line of kisses up her thigh and 
finally once more his tongue was titillating the swollen lump of throbbing 
sensitive flesh that was her clitoris. 

May thought she was going to cry. The boy was turning her on, driving her 
wild with the desire to fuck, but he was so tender, so wistful with the 
knowledge that this would be the last time that May could not bring herself 
to hurry him. 

Just as she was giving up hope, he climbed gently onto the narrow bed and 
positioned himself between her opened thighs. May found the covers and 
pulled them up over him tent fashion, and in the warm privacy she felt his 
mouth settle over her tits. He kissed first one, then the other into raging 
rigidity, then put his mouth to hers. May felt her heart would break at the 
poignant tenderness of his kissing. She thought he was breaking her cherry 
all over again when she felt that golf-ball-sized slammer pushing at the 
portals of her pussy. Slowly it slipped in. She felt her insides turn to 
water as the boy began gently, lovingly fucking her with a tenderness she 
had never experienced before. 

Somewhere in the distance she heard the chopper engine slow to an idle, then 
stop. The boy must have heard it too. Imperceptibly, he picked up the rhythm 
of his long deep dick stroking. May came suddenly, explosively, feeling her 
heart and soul turn to peanut butter and flow stickily from her sopping 
cunt. The boy never missed a stroke. 

She felt her insides gathering strength for another storm and then suddenly 
the boy was starting to bob uncontrollably, slamming his barely -haired 
pubic triangle into her well-furred muffin. Each time he slammed it into 
her, the round blunt head of his cock touched some secret trigger deep 
within and May felt her insides melt, twist, transform into new and 
startling contours to shape her passion pouch around the swollen outlines of 
this bumping, thumping, boyfuck invader. 

May found herself wailing, shrieking her joy, her passion, her grief at the 
knowledge that this gloriously explosive cum would be the last she would 
ever experience with this wonderfully quick-learning boy. Then suddenly it 
was over. He came in great blurting spurts mingled with the flowing juices 
of her own dissolution. She bucked her ass up against his thrust in a final 
lunge of passion and they fell apart, still loosely connected by his 
shrinking spear. 

A silent minute passed then May forced herself to get up. She warmed water 
on the stove and washed herself. She washed the boy and helped him get his 
clothes on. A moment later she heard men shouting at the bottom of the 
tower. The boy looked at her. She looked at him. Trying not to cry, May 
opened her arms. The boy flew to her and they exchanged a final passionate 
kiss. Then May stepped to the door of the tower. "He's coming down," she 
shouted. "Don't hurt him." 

A moment later she stood in the tower doorway watching the boy descend to 
the gaggle of waiting deputies. They hustled him away down the hill. 

One deputy climbed the ladder. "He give you any trouble?" the man in cowboy 
hat and pistol asked. 

"Not a bit," May said. "He was cold and hungry. 

I tried to give him a little kindness along with the coffee." She shrugged. 
"You never can tell. Might do him a little good someday." 

"Couldn't do any harm, I guess," the deputy said. "But you're lucky. That's 
the little bastard killed his mother and father and five sisters a year 
ago." 

"I guess I am lucky," May admitted. The deputy sensed she didn't want to 
talk about it any more. He said good-bye and call on us whenever you need us 
and similar things and then May was alone. After they were all gone, she 
realized she had forgotten to ask about the other seven boys who had 
escaped. 

She got on the telephone and told Big Ed what had happened, and that she 
needed a new window if she wasn't to freeze to death up here. Big Ed 
promised to have it fixed that afternoon. "By the way, May," he added, 
"don't let your guard down. They got two more of those kids, but that still 
means five of them are running around loose. And the colder and hungrier 
they get, the meaner they'll be." 

May promised to take care. As she hung up she realized she'd better climb 
down that fifty feet of ladder and get her clothes line and empty rifle 
back. She put on a jacket and pants and slipped into her boots and began 
climbing down. She was already on the ground before she saw the boy. 

This boy was taller than the one she had just turned over to the deputies. 
He looked at least a year older. He held her rifle and, from the way the 
clothesline still dangled from it, she knew he hadn't had time to learn it 
was not loaded. 

The boy was nearly as tall as May. Dark curly hair gave him a Mediterranean 
look. Greek, maybe Italian. She studied the bulge in his tight Levi's. Damn, 
could all that be cock? Suddenly she remembered to look terrified, the way a 
woman was supposed to look when a stranger, a virile stud pointed his rifle 
and his gun at her. The boy waved with the rifle, pointing at the ladder up 
to the tower. 

May began climbing, feeling a warm premonitory glow in her crotch at the 
knowledge of what was going to happen once she got to the top of the ladder. 
She glanced down. 

Behind and below her the unsuspecting boy clutched the empty rifle awkwardly 
in one hand as he climbed up after her into the tower. 

As May climbed through the door and got ready to throw open her coat and 
dazzle him with an unexpected pair of naked tits, she wondered where the 
other four boys out there in the woods were. With a little luck, she could 
fuck them all. 


THE END
