(Mm+/F+, teen, cheat, inc)
by Kysa Braswell with Ian Haas
The rich benignant cigar smoke eddied coolly down his throat; he puffed it out again in rings which breasted the air bravely for a moment; blue, circular - I shall try and get a word alone with Nicolette tonight, he thought - then began to wobble into hourglass shapes and taper away; odd shapes they take, he thought.
"Come on, Rahm baby. The boys won't see. We'll go into the garage!" Nicolette anxiously tugged on her future husband's sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch style house toward the garage.
"I don't know, Nicolette." Rahm Martz hesitated at the door, looking back toward the house where his two teenage boys could quite easily be watching them. Nicolette was so impatient, he thought to himself, almost too impatient for his tastes, and yet he didn't really want to disappoint her. He was too much in love with the girl for that! Still and all, you'd think she might be able to wait until some decent time. Or at least until after the wedding on the very next day.
"Come on, Rahm! Rahm you want me as much as I want you?"
Rahm followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one, almost a teenager herself, and Rahm considered himself lucky at forty-five to have her.
"All right, Nicolette. Of course I do. You know I do!" He was following her into the back seat of the car where the young blonde girl had already arranged herself in the corner. "It's just that...."
But Nicolette's arm snaked out and upward, catching the older man around the neck and pulling him close to her invitingly reclining body. While her moist tongue thrust impetuously in between his lips, her hands fumbled downward, reaching for his to place them upon the already palpitating mounds of her naked breasts. It was not difficult to reach the smooth silken skin of Nicolette's voluptuously large 34G-cup breasts, bare beneath the light summer dress she wore. There they were right inside the low-cut top of her dress, set high and full and tantalizingly firm in their beckoning warmth and softness.
"Oh, God, Nicolette! You're so beautiful... so exciting!"
"And you're wonderful, lover!" Nicolette replied, already giving herself up to the delightful tingling sensation emanating from Rahm's careful manipulation of her naked breasts. "Oh, that's good! I like it like that!"
How long had it been since Rahm had felt a woman warm and responsive in his arms? It wasn't the first time he and his bride-to-be had made love. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth time, and yet the widower still felt like a novice after the long years without a wife, and only an occasional relief during that time from the loneliness he usually felt.
And to think that tomorrow all this would be his! Irrevocably his!
"Oh, Nicolette!" he cried. Already his thickening cock was throbbing in lustful anticipation, knowing that Nicolette wore no panties beneath her dress, already feeling her parted thighs rubbing against him, slowly, sensuously. It was hot in the garage and hotter still in the car. June in northern Nevada was usually not this hot, but there'd been a long dry spell and it was almost as if this were Reno, instead of San Martin.
But the fresh air and the trees, apple and oak and redwoods, fir and elm that surrounded Rahm Martz's property all spoke of the particular atmosphere in Navaho County where he and his twin sons had been living ever since his wife's death some years before. The house itself was large and sprawling, designed by Rahm himself, who made his living as an engineer of good reputation in the area. There was a great deal of wood in the house and a lot of glass, and it was through the largest pane of glass at the side of the house that the two boys now peered intensely.
"Yep, they went inside!" Kevin said with his usual calm.
"Of course they went inside! I told you they would, didn't I?" Devin was irritable, as he was frequently wont to be.
Two small freckled faces pressed against the pane of glass and two tousled shocks of blond hair could have been seen from the outside, had anyone been watching. The twins looked almost exactly alike, although a few years before neither one of them had liked it very much, now they were beginning to enjoy it thoroughly. Not only were they each other's best friend and confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of pleasure by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny resemblance. At thirteen, Kevin and Devin thought themselves to be at the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.
"They're doing it!" announced Devin. "I'm sure of it!"
"Let's go see!" cried Kevin. The boy's blue eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boys' freckles were arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns across their noses, only Kevin had a distinguishing extra freckle on his right ear. But because they wore their hair at almost shoulder length, this freckle was rarely visible.
"You bet!" replied Devin, and they were both scrambling out the door of the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward the garage.
When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls for stealth, Kevin!" Devin whispered. "We can't make a sound or they'll hear us and stop what they're doing!"
Devin was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him being a few minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Kevin replied. "Stealth it is!"
With exceeding care Devin pulled the garage door open just enough so the two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening. Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and sneakers without socks, they looked the picture of wholesome American youth, but within their cunning little minds the boys felt a strong determination to prove themselves to be the very opposite of what they appeared.
"Listen!" Devin cautioned his brother, and they stood stock still there in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of the car came the unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.
"Do it to me, Rahm. Take me now, honey!" She was completely naked and cramped in the confining back seat of the Volvo; before her Rahm, too, had removed the last article of his clothing, except his shoes and socks, which he felt would take too long to put back on. Nicolette knew that in moments she would be writhing in sensual torment beneath her future husband, enjoying the wanton meeting of bodies that had never failed to excite her beyond anything she'd ever known, since the young girl's first complete experience at fourteen in her boyfriend's playroom. She wanted to hasten the moment as she now felt Rahm's heavy legs pressing hers outward, and suddenly pulsing near her nakedly trembling belly, the fiery pole of his lustfully swollen cock.
With one sudden movement, the blonde girl's long legs were parted by the widowered engineer's naked leg, and the smooth soft head of his heated cock slid eagerly up between her spread-eagled thighs until it bumped against the narrow cleft of her sparsely hairy pussy.
Nearby, Devin and Kevin approached, and when they reached the side of the car, they daringly peered into the back seat. There, before their amazed eyes were the quiveringly hard naked buttocks of their father, and below, the wide-spread silken thighs of their future stepmother, separated by their father's thrusting body, while Nicolette's slender calves gripped compulsively around Rahm's back.
"CRICHTON! THEY ARE DOING IT!" Kevin did not have to speak the words, one look exchanged between the twins was enough to send the shattering message back and forth between them. Wordlessly, the teenagers looked back at the most lascivious sight their young eyes had ever seen. It certainly was going to make life more interesting, each thought in his own way. Nothing in fact would ever be the same again. And that was all right with them, considering the dullness they usually had to contend with.
Inside the car, Nicolette chanted, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Her heated cuntal passage ached for the hard length of Rahm's advancing penis. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream if he didn't hurry! Once more his excited fingers were working steadily at the soft fullness of her breasts which were swollen and filled with desire. That was all that seemed to exist now of the former student at Berkeley - her stinging breasts and the moistly secreting pussy that accepted the hard blunt tip of Rahm's surging cock as it rubbed against her straining young pussy slit. The increasing friction was almost unbearable. Impulsively, the young blonde began pushing her hips up higher and higher off the car seat, trying to get him to enter her. But Rahm's sliding teasing cock continued to grace her tortured gyrating pussy until Nicolette began to claw wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.
"Please... Rahm... please. Oh, God, please take me, take me now!"
Outside the window of the car the twins again exchanged glances and with bated breath returned their gaze to the lewd encounter between their father and the 21-year old girl who was soon to be their new mother! The thick sleek head of Rahm's raging cock stopped its incessant rubbing between his fiancée's fleshy cuntal lips and slid downward, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread pussy. As the older man panted a bit in expectation, his hands slipped underneath Nicolette's long legs, drawing them upward so that they splayed outward and nestled higher upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his thick shaft part the girl's sparse blonde pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded her small pussy opening, searching, burrowing, sliding. Rahm's muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push, push hard against the moaning 21-year old, feeling the softness of her pussy give way, the petal-like lips beginning to open wide to admit his hardness deep, deep up inside her. The little hairy mouth between Nicolette's open, cream-white thighs yielded willingly, and in one sudden thrust Rahm rammed halfway up inside the girl's wildly trembling belly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH... AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Nicolette moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her fingernails trailing long red lines along Rahm's naked back as deep within her contracting cuntal walls she felt his heated hardness, the thick rigid cock of the man who was going to marry her tomorrow.
It was good. It was very good. And the young girl thought that once they were married, she would be able to turn Rahm into quite a lover. Just the kind of lover she needed. Everything was going to turn out just fine; she would have the security she always wanted, plus the good loving her body craved. As soon as fall came she would arrange to have the pesky twins sent off to school somewhere, and then her life would be absolutely perfect. But all of this was but a flash in Nicolette's thoughts as, totally unaware that her new charges were watching every sordid detail of her lustful encounter with their father, the young blonde felt Rahm moving up still higher within the already filled passage of her pliant cunt. He certainly did have a good size... a very good size! Nice and hard and big and thick. With a little shudder of delight, Nicolette let herself snuggle downward against the upward grinding of Rahm's turgid cock, enjoying the pressure of her own tightly clasping vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around the older man's surging penis. Rahm knew that he couldn't stop now no matter what happened. The tenderness of Nicolette's inner pussy wrapped itself elastic- like around his upward surging cock, as with a soulful moan, he rammed it up all the way into the depths of her satin-smooth cunt. His dark hair falling forward into his eyes, Martz rocked the full weight of his loins into the young girl's pelvis, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his searching cock deeper upward inside her. He could feel her legs flailing in the air, cramped by the limited space of the back seat of the car, and Nicolette's fingernails dug harder into his back. But he could only grab onto her cushiony soft buttocks and pull the blonde girl's excited loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock.
"OH NICOLETTE! Honey... I LOVE YOU... GOD I LOVE YOU!" he cried.
The two 13-year old hearts beat wildly, and each boy knew that he had never been so excited in as many years. Devin and Kevin stood breathlessly watching, unnoticed while their elders continued the lewd fucking right before their eyes. They dared not look away now for fear that they would miss some minute portion of the lurid action. Everything about this lascivious scene was important to the boys. Instinctively, their own young cocks rose high and hard in their shorts, filled with the exciting twinges of lust that they felt might form a small portion of what their father was feeling.
"Gee, Dad sure is digging it!" Kevin whispered finally, and Devin nodded in solemn agreement, noting that Kevin's hand had gone down to grope tentatively at his desire-hardened young cock, just as his own had.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" Nicolette wailed continuously, and the boys grasped harder at their own tingling pulsating cocks within the confines of their shorts.
In the car Rahm was working his hips up, kneeling into his voluptuous bride-to-be and using her long limber legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops streaked down his forehead onto Nicolette's quivering nakedness.
"Christ, Nicolette, Christ!" the older man gasped. It felt better than any of their previous lovemaking had, and Rahm could only congratulate himself on his own good fortune. To have such a girl in love with him! It wasn't every man who could say this! To have such a creature in his bed, in his house, taking care of things, taking care of him! It was almost too much to believe!
Suddenly Rahm pulled halfway out of Nicolette's blonde-fringed clinging cunt, and as his back arched upward, the boys got a good glimpse of the glistening pink and gold of their future stepmother's gaping pussy. Then Rahm's rigid cock was moving back in, touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny. It was stretching the young girl's pussy tight, giving her a pleasure that made her cry out like a wounded animal. He paused a moment and then started pounding against her, steady and hard, until each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into Nicolette's wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second. Wet, sluicing sounds and soft pounding thuds met the boys' burning ears as they watched the lust-inspiring scene, feeling the hard tingling of their own boyish cocks sending messages of urgent need to their young brains. Nicolette's moans seemed to pierce their young bodies as they watched the young girl mold her nakedly gyrating flesh up to their father's with anxious, frantic motions. Although it was quite warm in the garage the boys shivered as their own fingers played tensely along the outline of their youthfully stiffened cocks, running up and down with swifter and swifter motions that brought greater thrills to their inexperienced systems than any they had ever known. This was no ordinary finger-play. God, they'd done that often enough! No, the keen emotions they were feeling had a reality that no other self-touching ever had!
"Phew!" said Kevin softly to his brother, crouching by the side of the family car.
"Yeah... we're ready for something," Devin agreed, reading his brother's thoughts. "Something else!"
While within the car, their father looked down at Nicolette's tightly screwed-up features, her normally pretty face distorted by the lustful fire raging within her loins as she responded to each strong blow of his advancing cock. Rahm felt like a god. He was lying naked between the legs of one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth moons of the young girl's jiggling white breasts in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the seat of the car, helplessly impaled by his ramming cock.
"Oooooommmmmph!" The blonde moaned feverishly, "Ohhhh Yeah. YEAHHHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAEEHH!"
The middle-aged engineer's handsome craggy face grew purplish from the effort and the strength of his desire, as now with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking that he knew his future wife was appreciating. The very forbidden nature of making love in the family car, with the boys somewhere in the nearby house, made the normally cautious engineer more and more excited. Tides of desire rose and fell between the aroused couple as they writhed together, grinding in the nakedness of their loins against each other with lewd tremblings and groans that rocked the car and inflamed the observing children. Devin and Kevin let their fingers increase the magnificent friction each had built up along the lustful length of their impressively thick young cocks. Now their hands reached within the elastic top of their shorts feeling the naked hotness of their genitals while they watched the frantic lovemaking in the Volvo.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Nicolette sang out, feeling her future husband's naked body pressing heavily down on hers while the tautly stretched cheeks of her quivering buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air, one striking against the front seat, the other against the back as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with a new urgency, and then suddenly began to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of the former student as the older man's driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her seeping pussy steadily back, massaging the sensitive flesh internally with each labored withdrawal. Then Rahm brought his huge lust-swollen shaft all the way out of the young girl's pussy, leaving just the head at the entrance and once more with all his might rammed back into her steaming passage.
"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, DONDONDONDON!" she chanted, bucking up against his savage thrust.
Rahm crooned above Nicolette with delight, knowing she was starting into her orgasm. Gasping for air himself, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of the blonde girl's cunt, while behind him his two sons watched the way his angry-looking cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of Nicolette's straining pussy. His balls ached painfully as his blonde-haired bride-to-be continued to grunt steadily with words of lewd encouragement. He knew that he too was going to cum and the older man only hoped that he could hold out long enough to thoroughly satisfy her! His eagerly throbbing flesh seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the former schoolgirl he was to marry. He had watched her grow more beautiful in the two years she'd worked part-time as a secretary in his office, and now here she was, his - or almost, anyway and Christ, he was going to cum any second! His sperm was crying out to be released into that deep clinging channel of Nicolette's tightly clasping cunt. Devin and Kevin stood transfixed at the sight of the lewdly fucking couple before them, their young penises swelling uncomfortably as they squeezed and pulled at the blood-engorged shafts, their eves filmed over with a desire-inspired glaze. Both boys' youthful cocks had turned a deep red as they slipped the skin hotly back and forth over the soft tips of their moist sensitive organs. Their bright white teeth were bared in a lustful grimace as they saw their future mother expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath their Dad's thrusting hardness, her face sometimes visible to them from their position was almost unrecognizably distorted by passion. A steady wailing moan slipped from her widely separated lips as the young girl clung to their father's back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing loins. Her raging hot pussy clung to the slipping, pistoning cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seemed to seep throughout her system, throbbing wildly through every pore of her being. It was like failing from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying out into space in a million tiny glittering pieces!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH EEEEEEEE!" Nicolette wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her long pale legs quivered by themselves for several seconds and then the boys saw their father quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the wet tenderness of Nicolette's open pussy with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion as well as his.
Every sinew of their father's body was taut, especially those of his arms, neck and thighs as he bellowed out his final cry. Simultaneously, the twins felt the rush of their own young sperm setting forth a zigzag journey that brought with it the acute accumulation of desire and torment of their youth. Two blond heads snapped back with the force of their release as they arched their own cocks back tightly letting the overwhelming waves of pleasure release them from the tension they'd known every since they crept into the garage.
It was probably nearly as good as what their father was feeling, each thought, and yet both boys knew that "nearly as good" was not quite good enough!
As Nicolette lay panting and satiated beneath her future husband, the rushing and pounding in her ears prevented her from hearing any other sound but her fiancee's harsh breathing over her. Neither of them heard the two boys slip from the garage and exit into the bright Nevada sun; and it was some ten minutes later that Rahm and Nicolette, respectably dressed but flushed from their illicit experience in the garage, emerged, arms wound around each other. They smiled and clung close to each other as they walked into the house.
"Wonder where the boys have got to?" Rahm said aloud.
Who cares? thought Nicolette, going to the refrigerator for a snack. She made a mental note to have Rahm get her a self- defrosting refrigerator as soon as she moved into the house, and then set about making cold iced diet-soda and bologna sandwiches for the two of them.
Nicolette smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the beach slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward. Beyond, the sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight. Nicolette had to narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her sunglasses off.
"Happy, darling?" Rahm asked. The wedding had been small but most satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Rahm and Nicolette had headed for the airport where they boarded the airplane for St. Tropez. The twins had been on hand to wave goodbye, and Rahm was satisfied that they would be all right since the housekeeper would look in on them daily and cook them dinner every evening.
Rahm was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone with his new bride. He knew that Nicolette had never been out of the country before, and it was gratifying to be able to offer her the expensive trip below the border.
"I've never been happier, love," Nicolette replied, gazing past her husband's shoulder.
There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring at her since the first day she and Rahm had arrived at the posh resort of Ellisville. The young man and his wife were staying in the adjoining cabin and they shared the same swimming pool. All the guests at Ellisville stayed in little houses rather than in hotel rooms, and each group of houses had a large pool at the disposal of its guests.
Nicolette had nodded to the man and had had a few short conversations with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the other couple only used the pool when the Larsens were not in it, so Rahm and Nicolette refrained from joining them in the warm water. Instead, they had come down to lie on the beach. Nicolette noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was, and thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though that Rahm had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests. They were, after all, on their honeymoon, and Rahm wanted her all to himself. The young blonde had gone along with this for the first few days, but now they'd been at Ellisville almost a full week, and Nicolette was beginning to feel a little restless. It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most beautiful young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel boys gaped in admiration when she walked by in her bikini. The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Nicolette wanted to dance the fast numbers and Rahm only felt comfortable with the slow ones. Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with excitement.
"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Rahm asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.
"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"
Nicolette turned over on her back and gave herself up to Rahm's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.
"Mmmmm..." she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.
"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Nicolette let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Rahm's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Rahm was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Nicolette had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.
She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Rahm. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Rahm was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see! He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together! Rahm was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Rahm, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Nicolette couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy. Nicolette certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the 21-year old girl's veins.
"More?" Rahm asked tenderly.
"No... thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabin. That night she and Rahm would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Rahm wanted to see them. But Nicolette had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at Ellisville and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabin, that is. He was decidedly interesting.
Nicolette lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.
"Looking for someone, darling?" Rahm looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.
"No... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."
"Then you were looking for someone!" Rahm said lightly.
"Yes, I guess I was," Nicolette admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.
"No, he's gone now," Rahm said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"
"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Nicolette said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.
She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Rahm was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabin several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Nicolette felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.
"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"
Nicolette looked up with a start. It was him!
The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Nicolette struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.
"Oh... you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"
"On your honeymoon?"
Nicolette did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am... that is, we are!"
"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Kent Samuels."
"Mine is Nicolette Joh-... I mean Martz.
Kent laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he asked.
Nicolette laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"
"Indeed. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my name away!" Kent was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy looking.
"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Nicolette was astonished.
"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"
Nicolette blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she thought about it and she realized that she was Rahm's second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Kent had had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Kent continued in the same vein.
Nicolette thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.
"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some answering too!
"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"
"Kaitlin? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't still fun, though. Rahm get me wrong!"
Nicolette felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of "Rasberry Red". "She's pretty, your wife," Nicolette said.
"A real beauty," Kent agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad body.
"Well, thank you," Nicolette replied, thinking of her superior legs with pleasure.
"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Kent asked, getting to his feet.
"Yes," Nicolette replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Rahm."
"And I'll mention it to Kaitlin," Kent said as he waved and began to walk off down the beach. Nicolette waved back and then applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that Rahm was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Kent Samuels talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing about it if Rahm didn't mention it.
The Kansas City Club was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Nicolette tried to explain to Rahm that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place. They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses of several rum which the couple could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving shortly. Rahm had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music - or was it all that rum? - was giving him a splitting headache. Across from him, Nicolette sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Rahm nervous every time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed expression that Rahm found irritating. He was glad that his 21-year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Nicolette was gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty Rahm was having in keeping up. Rahm finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Nicolette was still bouncing. Rahm noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously at Nicolette's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.
"Let's get out of here!" Rahm said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Nicolette, he thought to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.
"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Nicolette proclaimed as they were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.
"Cute!" Rahm said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."
"Rahm you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the street?" Nicolette asked.
"Well, yes, but..."
"They're cute, aren't they?" Nicolette said.
"I suppose so," Rahm replied. There was no use arguing with Nicolette about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that place.
Rahm headed back toward Ellisville, and as the car began the mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. Nicolette had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of music, Rahm thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Nicolette had asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Nicolette was happy. They pulled up beside the cabin, the tires crunching in the gravel as their car came to a halt. Nicolette waited until Rahm came around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Nicolette could see that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to Nicolette's and Rahm's down to the last detail. Nicolette looked curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade. Then Rahm guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabin. She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Rahm, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit. To her surprise, Nicolette saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!
"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.
"Well, I... uh..."
"The evening's just beginning!" Nicolette's voice reflected her incredulity at the fact that Rahm was passing out on her.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Rahm said. "Just forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"
"Oh Christ, what a bore," Nicolette said under her breath, as she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.
"Mmm... perfect!" she declared.
She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Nicolette decided to swim in her panties and bra. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabin as she slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself. The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and dove in. Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with delight at her own idea. If anyone could have seen her, they would have noted the gently rounded shape of her pubic mound, clearly delineated by the taut silken fabric of her panties, and behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks that were cupped tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her bra fit over her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or perhaps a mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the center of the thick foliage that surrounded all of the cabins. She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing that her husband was asleep up there, and that Kent and his new wife Kaitlin were probably having sex in their room. She was beginning to imagine what they would look like together, the things they would do. It was fun to visualize their coupling naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would make! She giggled and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the pool, and when she was all the way down, she opened her eyes... just in time to see Kent swimming toward her!
For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt extremely pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard concrete bottom of the pool and, holding her breath all the way, went soaring up to the surface. Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, and looked around for Kent. He came up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to the liquid depths. It was innocent fun, Nicolette felt, and she was completely relaxed as they once more rose to the surface. She shook the water from her eyes, her wet blonde hair flying backward behind her.
"Where's Kaitlin?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her fingers tried to pull up on the bra which kept slipping down to expose her nipples completely. But she figured Kent couldn't see that much of her in the dark anyway.
"Not just yet," Kent replied. "She's busy right now. What about your spouse?"
"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until morning!" Nicolette swam to the edge where her drink was waiting. She decided she'd better not get out of the water just yet with her soaked underwear, so she trod water as she took some more of the potent liquid.
"Funny meeting you like this," Kent said. He was directly behind her, and Nicolette turned, but not quickly enough, to see just how close he was getting. His strong hard body was pressing against hers, and there was nothing else to do but accept the forbidden kiss that he offered her. All thoughts of twisting away from the handsome stranger were lost in the violent thrill that Nicolette felt racing through her entire body, and she thought that she would melt from the heat of the excitement that rose inside her. The contact of Kent's long lean body against hers in the water caused something like an electrical current to race through her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips. Kent could feel that there would be little resistance in the little blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with his tongue, and he took them both down beneath the surface of the water again. Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's bra so that her highly toned breasts swelled free in the water. Gently he massaged the pointed little tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement of his touch. His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year old's naked flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the two newlyweds performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly locked together in each other's arms in the solitude of the blue water. Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than fifty feet away, Nicolette felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of excitement she craved. This was the unexpected happening she'd been yearning for. But what about Rahm? Well, wasn't it his fault for falling asleep on her? What husband would fall asleep on his bride of a few days, no matter how tired he was? It was easy to work up a degree of anger against her sleeping spouse, and to explain away the desire that she could not resist. She could feel the hard ridge of Kent's cock pressing against her bare stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her spine.
After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly explore the inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her... she began to pretend she was another person... she was no longer a wife with a sleeping husband; she was in a living dream and there would be no consequences to her actions whatever they were. And when Kent floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for the stranger. By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Kent's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabins. Nicolette felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Kent's hands began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly glistening belly. He brushed his fingers lightly over her midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the softness of her flesh. Nicolette moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever so slightly as she took a deep breath, and making a decision, she lifted her buttocks up from the ground so that the soaking material could be more easily removed. Kent pulled slowly, and the blonde bride could feel her flimsy bikini panties being peeled off bit by bit, first rolling down her shapely thighs over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay completely naked, fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.
"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first time since he had begun to make love to her. Nicolette, opening her eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes, his wet hair curled in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no turning back now. Besides, no one would ever know. She knew she was going to go through with it. The whole thing! Her sensuous body seemed to be demanding that she indulge in it, as a shudder of desire passed through her. Kent was removing his swimming trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing his eyes from the sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there side by side scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising between them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though they were somehow attached to each other. Then Kent reached out and gently turned the 21-year old blonde girl over on her side away from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss, leaning way over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly against her from the back. She could feel the lust-swollen breadth of his penis pulsing against her cool buttocks while he kissed her, his mouth seemingly glued to her lips. And then the hardness of his penis was sliding downward, parting the natural slit between her soft buttocks until it finally arrived at the pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. The tip of his thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hairy entrance of her moist warm pussy. Kent's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted lips as he started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips, letting the full length of his torso press against her back. Instinctively, Nicolette parted her legs slightly and began an answering motion, making small but insistent jerking movements while she began to suck furiously on Kent's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat as she strained her head back to meet him. Kent's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight cuntal passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with each movement the illicit lovers made. Then Kent pushed against her and, holding onto Nicolette's waist, he pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The upraised cheeks of her buttocks trembled above his cock as Nicolette was forced to assume a kneeling position in front of him.
"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position. Then Kent gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think about that, because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the pliant circle of her pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid shaft into her high-held cunt, until it was in to the hilt.
"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward while he pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was imbedded all the more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of the young wife's yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His excited penis jerked inside of her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her quivering depths at that very second. But he would wait a while before that happened, he thought. Beneath him Nicolette let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her neighbor's cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and began to wriggle her hips, screwing herself back toward him so that he would enter her still further. The young girl acted as though she wanted to devour him, as though she had not been fucked in weeks. Indeed, she felt as though she had not been touched in a long, long while, certainly not like this! Kent's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young wife's straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each steady thrust. He brought the glistening hardness of his penis all the way out of her clenching pussy, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering softness. And then with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against her upturned buttocks. On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring honeymooner, Nicolette crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying the thorough fucking she was getting from behind. Soft wet noises emanated from the young bride's drenched pussy each time Kent fucked into her. They began to move in perfect time together, both gasping for breath as Kent thrust his throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the undersides of her thighs. Kent began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now, sensing that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he felt her moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he could make a perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her type. He'd known girls like Nicolette before, and now he prided himself on his knowledge of women. She was the type who would frantically deny any thought of wrongdoing, but when it got down to the nitty gritty, she would be unable to resist the sensual delights of forbidden sex. While Kaitlin was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace of the cabin for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Nicolette swimming in the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim was something of an open invitation for sex. She was ready for something, he figured, and it might as well be him! Hot little number, this one! he thought as he felt his sperm begging for release into the steaming pit of Nicolette's smoldering pussy. Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt something snap inside him.
"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and gravelly with lust. He could not hold it back another second. His sperm exploded from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Nicolette's hotly raging pussy walls clinging desperately to his spewing penis as she arched backwards into his thrusting loins. As she tried to support herself with her hands and arms, the young wife did an odd jiggling motion against the forward thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet waves of white semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb filled the narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as the 21-year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting excitement drove all thoughts from Nicolette's mind as a low-toned hum came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire- moistened folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme pleasure throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being shattered, torn apart by this man who had known just how to conquer her body in such a short time.
"OH... Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily engulfing Kent's spending cock as he continued to make deep thrusts into the wetness of her hairy cunt. Beneath him Nicolette's face was twisted into a lewd expression of joy as she let herself fall to the ground, letting Kent's strong fingers spread her naked asscheeks as he continued to draw her back to him. The cool of the grass caressed the young woman's tingling breasts as they were mashed downward by her weight.
"Ohhhhh! Rahm stop... don't stop!" she called. It was so good that she could hardly stand it, his big cock embedded deep within her aching pussy.
"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me... give it to meeee!" Kent crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose to its highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He collapsed heavily upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out beneath him as his full weight pressed down on her delicately built body. His deflating penis slid uncomfortably out of the compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and he groaned and rolled over on the grass.
Long moments later, Nicolette stirred. She felt less inebriated than before, and she felt regret now for what she had done. What had made her give in to him like that? She'd only been married a few days and yet she had not been able to resist the good-looking neighbor. It didn't seem right. But of course there was nothing she could do to undo what she'd done. She couldn't change the fact that she'd known such mindless delights with the sandy-haired man while her husband was nearby sleeping!
"I... I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.
"So soon?" Kent lay quietly on his back, staring up at the stars. "The night is still young. Tell you what... I left my cigarettes up there on the terrace. Want to come up for a minute?"
"But... but your wife!" Nicolette replied.
"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something interesting."
He took Nicolette by the hand and pulled her up. As if to persuade the young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips, creating a new arousal within her that sent shudders down her back.
"Come on," he urged.
Nicolette followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabin where her new husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a cigarette with Kent and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.
She'd picked up her panties and now she had Kent wait as she saw her bra floating at the side of the pool.
Chuckling softly, Kent reached in and retrieved the sheer garment. "You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.
"No... I'll just put my dress on, though," Nicolette said, feeling relieved that she'd remembered her bra and panties and that they would not be found respectively floating in the pool and crumpled by the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her nakedness made her feel all the more daring as she walked up to Kent's terrace with him.
Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the ardent lovemaking, and Nicolette walked quietly, breathing in the clean night air and trying to clear her muddled head.
The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabin next door, and Nicolette started to sit in one of the plastic lounge chairs when she paused. Kent was not looking for his cigarettes, but was going toward the window in which Nicolette had earlier seen a light. There was still a light inside and the shade was halfway up now as though someone had gone to bed and lifted it for nighttime ventilation. But Nicolette could see Kent's whole body alert and tensed. He was listening. Nicolette listened too. She could hear voices. Kent turned toward her and motioned for her to come closer. Confused and concerned, the new bride approached the window. There was a nylon screen on it and the light inside was quite dim. She looked up at Kent as if for some explanation of what was going on, but Kent was peering intently inside, a fixed expression that she could not fathom on his handsome features.
Nicolette moved still closer and looked in too. Before she really saw anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios que cono!"
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes, Manuel, like that. Oh, do me like that some more!"
Nicolette's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and the distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath catch in her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could distinguish two naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of lovemaking. She blinked her eyes and opened them once more in disbelief. The woman was Kaitlin, Kent's wife, and she was in there with a Mexican! Nicolette recognized the man as one of the waiters at the resort. The new bride couldn't have been more shocked if she had seen a wild man-eating animal in there! As it was, she had to be supported by Kent's strong arm as she felt her knees weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with incomprehension and a vague fear of something she didn't understand. Kent smiled at her and placed his finger to his lips.
"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he silently pointed back inside the room, and Nicolette found herself turning back to the incredible scene.
Kaitlin was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs raised high in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide down along her body until his head was between her open thighs.
Then she heard Kent's wife begin to murmur words of garbled passion, words that Nicolette found herself listening to as though they were somehow important to her understanding of the situation.
"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"
Nicolette couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with Kaitlin's husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was in there making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel! A tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Nicolette looked again to make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her eyes weren't focusing. Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to drink. Her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was still the redheaded woman whom she knew to be Kent's new bride. Loud sucking noises began to come from the bed as Nicolette saw the Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between Kaitlin's widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Nicolette and she made a motion to step back from the window. There was something terribly... she searched for the word... immoral about the entire thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Kent's arm around her waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her in toward him a bit.
"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Nicolette heard Kaitlin exclaim. The redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of her mind with pure unadulterated lust, and Nicolette felt a violent urge to run in there and stop them. But she tried to calm herself, to think clearly, if that was possible at a moment like this. After all, it wasn't her business. It was Kent's wife, and he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was indulging in the salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it!
The young wife had never seen two people making love before, and even though she had often imagined such things, there was a big difference between imagining and actually seeing with her own eyes! But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and replacing the disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now sensed an odd flickering quivering deep down between her legs.
Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between Kaitlin's writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and seemed to reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone would do that to her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Kent's wife was experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted through Nicolette's mind, and then she immediately submerged it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound Nicolette felt her nipples hardening against the soft material of her dress. She was very conscious now of her nakedness underneath the dress, and of the loving she had just received from Kaitlin's husband. Inside, the Mexican was working like an animal, slobbering over the widespread willingness of Kaitlin's cunt, and Nicolette stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The hard feel of Kent's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window pane beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact with some kind of reality.
"Stick you finger in my ass, Manuel. I like that. Make it hurt. Yes, like that. Hard!... Oh yes, honey, Nnnnnnnnngh!"
The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Nicolette, and she felt her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva. Never before in her existence had she experienced such a repulsive scene, and yet there was something fascinating and exciting about it, too. Something that made her want to touch herself down there between her legs. Her breasts had begun to tingle with desire, too, as inside the room Kaitlin began to croon.
"Shit... I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"
Nicolette squirmed a little, and felt Kent's hand drop down to her buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh there, bunching up her dress with his fingers as he did so. Suddenly an electricity-like jolt coursed through Nicolette as she felt Kent moving around behind her, his arms circling her waist now as he pressed his hard body against her. Even though she knew he had put his bathing trunks back on earlier, the hard outline of his penis was so defined against her asscheeks that she thought for a moment he was naked again. She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window, and she started to speak, but Kent's voice began to whisper in her ear.
"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his tongue swirled within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding flash of desire behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's got an insatiable little pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is too. Bet you can't get enough from your old man to make it through the week!"
The strange, insulting words made Nicolette bristle with anger and resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he could say anything just because she had given in to him like that. Why had she allowed herself to do such a thing?
"Rahm get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know that fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few minutes ago."
Nicolette could feel the hard knob of the tip of Kent's penis throb heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.
"Look," Kent said, "They're really getting down to it now!"
Nicolette looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running through her mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole dirty scene, but something was holding her frozen there.
Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the Mexican waiter was raised up and kneeling in front of Kaitlin's smoldering nakedness. Everything about the man was a picture of anticipation of what was to come as he gazed down at the beautiful naked woman's body.
"Kaitlin's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one you just got!" Kent muttered into Nicolette's ear.
Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she had no one but herself to blame for being in this lewd position. But Kent's hands were slipping upward now, and then down inside the top of her dress to cup her nakedly throbbing breasts as she stared in at the two passionately intertwined people. Kent gave a quick little tweak to one nipple that sent a flash of pain through her that was quickly followed by a pleasurable sensation of relief. In spite of herself, the blonde 21-year old squirmed back against his hard virile penis. Inside the room Kaitlin's long white legs were wrapping themselves up and around the bronzed back of the Mexican waiter. The couple seemed still for an unusual amount of time, so long that Nicolette wondered what could be happening between them. Then Kent's red-haired wife wrapped her hands into the waiter's thick black hair, and Nicolette could see the muscles in the woman's arms standing out tight and strained as she pulled his handsome face forward with a sharp motion. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against the waiter's loins as his long thin penis sank into the deep tightness of her clasping pussy. Nicolette could see the man's buttocks nakedly flexing as he moved with slow deliberate thrusts into the widespread feminine flesh beneath him.
"Oh God," Nicolette gasped softly.
Behind her Kent was making obscene thrusting motions of his own, rubbing his long penis against her trembling buttocks. His own eyes were glued to the lascivious sight of his wife inside the room. He smiled a little knowing smile as he watched his wife begin a familiar rocking motion, and he knew that she wanted the Mexican to change positions.
"Watch this!" he whispered as he lewdly massaged the new bride's soft warm breasts beneath her dress.
He felt the girl tremble and quiver back against him as inside the room his new wife got her message across to the Mexican, and the two of them rolled to the side of the bed. Then Kaitlin scrambled up on top of Manuel and straddled him, the round whiteness of her creamy buttocks poised directly over the hardness of the waiter's pulsing cock. She reached back underneath and between her spread legs to guide him into her, moving the bulbous tip of his penis against the moisture of her pussy for a moment and then with a groan, grinding herself down upon its upright shaft. Kent's eyes were filled with admiration for his wife as he saw the large throbbing cock slide slowly up into her wetly clasping cunt lips, making a wet sluicing sound as it entered. Nicolette whimpered at the sight and he held onto her breasts even tighter, considering cumming up against her buttocks like this with a few good strokes of his excited penis. But he thought better of it and decided to wait until later. Later it would be much more fun. Right now he didn't want to miss a second of his wife's performance. She's really in top form, he thought as he saw Kaitlin beginning a slow up and down motion with her smooth buttocks rising in the air above the waiter until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warmth of her sleekly enclosing pussy. Then with a low rutting sound each time she started downward, she let herself drop heavily back down onto the Mexican's upthrust loins, impaling herself with one complete smooth motion. Nicolette shuddered, feeling a series of conflicting emotions running through her as Kent spoke once more in her ear.
"Want to go inside and join them?" he asked in a silken whisper. "That Mexican looks pretty good. Wouldn't you like to feel that prick up inside your tight little cunt? We could both fuck you, first him and then me. And maybe both of us together! Kaitlin digs blondes too, you know. You girls could have yourselves a ball!"
An electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her breasts and belly at the thought. She had heard of such things, but never expected that she would ever meet any people like this. Sure, she had had plenty of boyfriends but none of them had ever suggested anything like this.
"Oh no... I couldn't possibly... I...."
But in spite of the shock that she felt, the pretty young wife couldn't help wondering what it would be like. An orgy! That was what they called it. The excited young woman realized that whenever she had heard the word before, she had been filled with a sense of hidden, forbidden excitement.
Kent's lips sought hers as he pulled her still closer to his hardness. Her neck straining back unnaturally, she gave herself up to the kiss which she felt was another form of the question or rather the suggestion that Kent had just made to her.
"See how well he fucks my wife?" he breathed into her open mouth.
"Y... yes," she mumbled back. Yes, she saw.
His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing Nicolette's body to squirm against him in an irresistible wriggle of passion.
The idea was shocking, but exciting. Yet she felt she could never, never do it!
"Come on. Let's surprise them. Kaitlin'll love it!" Kent urged.
"Nnno, we can't. No!" she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth, trying to whisper in as low a voice as possible. She tried to break the kiss, but he held her mouth with his until she was lost in a helpless whirl of desire. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of the other couple hearing, and then she felt she might involuntarily be drawn into the obscene activities. Still, the thought of Rahm peacefully sleeping nearby in the adjoining cabin made her feel resentful of her new husband. She wouldn't have gotten into any of this if he hadn't gone to sleep! The very idea of Rahm so nearby while she peered in at Kent's wife making lewd love with a Mexican waiter was too much for her tortured mind. She tried to gasp for breath, her eyes tightly shut as though to block everything out, to make it go away. But Kent's fingers playing insistently with her breasts and the hardness of his lust-swollen cock thrusting up between the mounds of her buttocks brought soft moans of excitement from her throat.
"You'll love it. You're just the type for it!" Kent muttered, and Nicolette was filled with a loathing for the man. To suggest that she was anything but a normal young American girl... a woman now, for she was already married, was extremely distasteful to Nicolette. Even though she realized that she was in a compromising situation, it still seemed that she could somehow justify it to the invisible gods that be.
"I wouldn't! Rahm say such things!" she protested. But the lewd delicious feelings still rippled across the surfaces of her breasts.
"Kaitlin will just love bringing you out, too!" Kent continued, and he chuckled softly as his hand moved from her breast to slide down the front of her dress. Then she felt him beginning to bunch up the material so that his fingers came into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh beneath the dress.
"Bet you'll never be happy with doing it with just one person again!" Kent's low voice seemed to burn itself into her consciousness.
Then a thrill of desire spread across the flesh of her loins as she felt his finger slowly slipping upward to find the narrow sensitive slit of her seeping pussy. Gently he thrust into it, parting the soft hairs that covered it and making sudden exciting contact with the pulsating tip of her clit. She was wet and slippery down there from the fucking he'd given her before, and her new excitation had only created a veritable flood of warm moisture between her thighs. The 21-year old bride sucked in her breath tightly and held back the groan of pleasure that she wanted to emit. She found that her hips began to squirm in involuntary rhythm to his finger slipping within the heated folds of her hairy pussy.
"Open up a little wider. Let me get in," Kent commanded.
It was then that Nicolette felt something like a dam bursting inside her. She could no longer fight the raging desire that Kent's finger was creating in her palpitating cunt, and that coupled with the thoroughly obscene sight of his wife and the waiter combined to set her entire being afire with a lustful rage. Lewdly, the young blonde spread her legs wide for his rummaging fingers, executing an indecent motion with her hips that signaled impatiently to him that she wanted more. Obligingly, she felt her neighbor's fingers increasing their wet slippery tempo within the folds of her seething cunt, and then two fingers wormed their way into the tight ring of her pussy, rising upward into the clasping channel to torment her still further. Then something happened that created an intense alarm within her, but which finally only served to add to her already considerable arousal. Kent got down on his knees in front of her between her parted legs, and while she continued to watch the sensual activities between his wife and another man, he wormed and thrust two and then three fingers into the widening orifice of her streaming pussy! Never had she felt anything like it. He was down there on the floor of the terrace, under her skirt, his lips nibbling at the insides of her thighs while his fingers writhed upward against her clinging cuntal walls. The blonde girl felt overwhelmed by sheer, raw lust as she stood with her long legs spread as wide apart as possible, her own fingers grasping the edge of the window as she peered in and Kent's fingers plundered her secret sex. The fact that he was down in front of her, invisible to her, made it all the more disturbing, for it was as if an anonymous hand were touching her there, making her feel like she was melting inside! The disturbed wife opened her eyes once more and saw that inside the room Kaitlin was riding the waiter's glistening cock with a mad fervor. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches above the prone Mexican and then she would plunge herself downward trying to absorb the entirety of his upward thrusting penis. Her beautiful flexing buttocks began a frenzied attack that made it seem as though the Mexican couldn't possibly last much longer. But still he held out, and Nicolette couldn't help thinking about how nice it would be to feel that rising staff of flesh high up inside her. She couldn't stop a fleeting feeling of jealousy toward Kent's wife who was driving the Mexican waiter wild. After all, couldn't she make him respond even more? Nicolette listened as the redheaded woman inside the room began to mouth obscenities at the waiter while she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion above him. The dirty words made her feel that exciting tingle again; God, it was exciting! The blonde wife began to watch with complete absorption as the waiter's hand curled beneath the redhead's pumping buttocks and the tip of his index finger circled teasingly the puckered opening of her ass. Nicolette remembered that Kent's wife had said she liked to be touched there, and evidently the Mexican remembered it too, for he played there for a long while, titillating the entire area between Kaitlin's asscheeks, until suddenly his middle finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared inside. Kaitlin ground down upon it and the Mexican's hand disappeared as the excited redhead sat on it, wriggling back and forth, her legs kicking out, toes curling with pleasure as she felt it rising into her clenching ass while the waiter's sturdy cock throbbed high against her womb.
"Oh God, oh God!" Kaitlin cried, shaking her head wildly in counter tempo to the writhing of her hips. "Oh Christ, you fucker!"
Now, suddenly, Kent's wife and the waiter started rolling over again, and for several jerking strokes they were gyrating against each other as they lay upon their sides. Then the bronze- skinned Mexican let the long length of his cock slip from the redhead's flaring pussy and he scrambled on top of her, reaching up and thrusting her legs high over her head so that the entire surface of her spread pussy and asscheeks was presented to him. Then he lunged forward with a Spanish curse and began to hammer into the soft giving cunt before him.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! You Mexican cocksucker! You sure can fuck!" Kaitlin cried, spurring him on.
Nicolette through her own haze of desire saw the Mexican, Manuel, quicken his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as Kaitlin thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, and he grunted and groaned, grinding hard and deep so that his frenzied penis bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of the red- haired wife's womb. He was watching as the woman's breasts heaved and quivered below him and then suddenly he shuddered against her.
"AAAaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, pulling back and then surging quickly further forward. Kaitlin shivered beneath him.
"Cream into me. Cream into my cum!" she grunted lewdly.
Then the Mexican felt the woman's burning hot pussy flowering open around his climaxing cock and warm gushes of increased wetness met the spurting jets of his pistoning cock. He thrust faster, wanting the "gringa" to remember this moment for the rest of her life. He felt her jerk up toward him as the lips of her working cunt sucked at his straining penis until he felt milked completely dry. Below him her breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust in deep again and then fell forward onto her nakedly vibrating body.
"Oooh lover... You're good! Verrrry goood!" Kaitlin purred, contentedly.
Outside the bedroom at the window, Nicolette's thighs began to spasmodically open and close against the sides of Kent's head. His tongue had slipped out to lick at her throbbing clit while his fingers continued their thrusting motions into her defenselessly aroused pussy. She knew she was on the brink and she wanted to stop it, knowing she would make far too much noise. But her climax came anyway as Kent gave an extra flick of his tongue and moved his fingers sideways within the tightly clasping channel of the new bride's twitching cunt. Her blonde head snapped backward as the cords in her neck stood out. Nicolette's face contorted as a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp of fulfillment.
She couldn't help herself. "AAaaaaaaah... Ooooooo...!" The young blonde felt that she had come close to fainting as the overpowering climax took hold of her, and as she felt Kent's fingers leaving her moist spasming pussy, she wanted to cry out to him, "More! More!" but as she opened her eyes halfway she saw that the people in the room, Kent's wife and the Mexican, were looking curiously toward the window. They had heard!
Kent stood next to her, holding her around the waist, his face wet from the moisture of her hungry pussy, a brilliant smile illuminating his features.
"Let's go in," he said. And somehow Nicolette knew that she was going to do it. That she wanted to do it. A glance into the room told her that Kaitlin was heading toward the door while the Mexican waited on the bed.
It was then that Rahm's voice startled her.
"Nicolette... are you out there? Are you all right?"
A look of abject fear on her face, Nicolette jumped away from Kent and started toward her cabin, running down the steps and heading for the short flight of her own house. Kent looked after her and shrugged. Looking down, he picked up the wet panties and bra that had long since been forgotten, and handed them to his wife just as she opened the door to see what was going on.
"Here," he said, "This is for our collection!"
Kaitlin handled the flimsy undergarments and beckoned with her head. "Come on in and tell us all about it. You'll like Manuel; he's our kind of people!" she said, smiling.
"Does your toe still hurt, darling?" It was morning and Rahm looked over at his wife with concern. He never should have gone to sleep on her like that. She'd looked all upset when she came in from her walk outside. He should have known Nicolette wanted him to stay awake at least a little longer after their night on the town.
As Nicolette muttered sleepily beside him, Rahm was glad that he had awakened when he heard her cry. She had stubbed her toe, walking out there in the dark all by herself, and Rahm felt that it was somehow all his fault.
He looked at his wife's sleeping features with a mixture of pride and concern. What a lucky man he was, he thought once more.
By the time Nicolette awoke it was long past noon, and Rahm had been up and about for some time.
"Guess what, darling?" he said as she brushed her long golden hair before the mirror.
"What?" she asked, cautiously.
"We're going to have the pool all to ourselves for a while. Our neighbors checked out this morning."
"They never used it when we did anyway," Nicolette replied softly, reflectively.
"Yes, I know, but it makes me feel more alone with you with them gone. I hope nobody else checks in!"
"You're right, love," Nicolette said, suddenly smiling. The best thing to do, she decided, was simply to forget about the whole thing. Nothing like that would certainly ever happen again!
Nicolette waved as the Volvo rolled down the driveway, turned into the road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an irrepressible yawn the sultry blonde turned to go back into the house. Her soft negligee hid very little of her curvaceous figure as she moved lazily through the living room. The remnants of the breakfast that her husband had fixed for himself remained in the kitchen, but Nicolette didn't feel she could face straightening up. It was much too early. All she really wanted to do was to go back to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. Besides that afternoon the first of a series of interviews with prospective maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new Mrs. Martz thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom. It was a beautifully decorated room. Nicolette had requested that Rahm have the whole room done by an interior decorator from Saks, and she could be sure that everything was in the best possible taste. The matching lamps, the landscape over the bed, the soft chiffon curtains. All were just perfect, Nicolette thought once more as she sank into the soft mattress and pulled the silk sheets over her equally soft-skinned nakedness. She hated wearing anything at all to sleep after having read that most movie stars slept without the benefit of nightgowns or pajamas. Gone were the dormitory days when all the girls wore short nightshirts. Nicolette was a married woman now, a woman who would never have to worry again about anything. The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute peace and luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled nakedly beneath the covers, feeling sleep returning to her with its soft hazy touch. Contrary to her mother's opinion, Nicolette had made it. She could truly say that she had succeeded. It was still fun to recall her mother's words, and they came to her now as she prepared for her first dream. "You'll never amount to anything Nicolette Peters! You're much too selfish! Lord knows you didn't get it from my side of the family!"
"Ha!" Nicolette mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive up in the new car Rahm is getting me next week!"
The two-week honeymoon in St. Tropez had been the most sumptuous experience of her young life, sunning by the private pool of the hotel, swimming after dark in the scented heated water, drinking exotic drinks out of pineapple and coconut shells; not to mention that brief, disturbing affair with Kent. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, and now the young bride had been in her new home for a week; during which time she had already made many changes.
As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two other members of the household were discussing some of these very changes.
"Crichton!" said Devin, "Who does she think she is anyway, Princess Catherine?"
They were sitting in the living room onto which all the bedrooms gave, the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the empty guest room. As they watched their stepmother's door carefully they continued speaking to each other in the annoyed tones they had come to use when talking about their father's new wife.
"Princess Catherine's a pretty neat babe," said Kevin. "She rides horses at least, old Nicolette wouldn't know which side was which if she saw one!"
Devin doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and then stopped abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone wrong, do you?"
"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things like that!"
"But Sammy could have crawled out before she got back in!" Devin said, a worried expression creasing his boyish features.
"Have you ever known Sammy to hurry out of a nice warm bed? Warmed by none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"
"You're right!" Devin admitted. "Nothing could have possibly gone wrong!"
Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before the boys were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek coming from their stepmother's room.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT? OH HELP, HELP!"
On cue, Devin and Kevin jumped up from the sofa and dashed into their new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find her stark naked, frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow. When she saw the boys the young blonde tried to cover herself with a sheet, for the boys were standing in absolute awe of the magnificence of her bouncing quivering 34G-cup breasts, as well as the other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.
"YOU... YOU...!" she sputtered. "YOU DID THIS. I... I'LL TELL YOUR FATHER! RAHM THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!"
There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Sammy. Devin rushed forward to rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and together the two boys backed out of the room, followed by the new Mrs. Martz's shrieks of rage.
Once safely out of the room Devin called back in. "It's not our fault if Sammy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything, Nicolette!"
There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom as the boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much impressed with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in their stepmother.
"At least it got her out of bed!" Kevin said, as Devin released Sammy into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got those silk sheets?" Kevin asked. "Yeah, but did you see her tits?" Devin replied.
"Yeah..." Kevin said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"
It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when they'd spied on their father and Nicolette the day before the wedding. That same unsettling tingling feeling all over which nevertheless centered itself in the area of the twins' young loins. By mutual agreement, both boys headed for the wooded area behind the garden, and there they plunged into the thick undergrowth until they found the special place they'd cleared out for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find them, and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely hidden. Devin fished in his pocket and brought out a small book. "Look what I got!" he said holding it up for Kevin to see. "Found it in her night table drawer this morning when I put Sammy in the bed... way back behind her birth-control pills and underneath some creepy love magazine!"
"Whew!" Kevin whistled appreciatively, for obviously the little book was important, very important indeed. The cover itself was interesting enough, for it portrayed a naked man and woman in a torrid embrace and behind them an unmade bed, seemingly waiting for them to fall into it. Excitedly the boys sat down on the soft pine-covered ground and turned the first pages of the book.
"Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around Anderson's hard pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension in the unknown woman's fingers as she began to slide them slowly up and down the heated length of his desire-hardened penis.
"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he said, gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.
"CHRIST!" Kevin exclaimed, and taking the lead from his brother he quickly released his already stiff young cock from his shorts, exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.
"SHIT!" said Devin, "Nicolette reads this stuff! She must be some kind of nympho or something!"
"She's something, all right!"
The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two brothers continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel they'd discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not difficult to imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part of Sally in the novel, and doing so added considerably to the not quite solitary pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the aching shafts of their inexperienced young cocks. The morning passed pleasurably for the twins and by the time they were ready to leave their secret place they had devised yet another way to torment their father's new bride. This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable than the last.
At long last, Nicolette felt less jittery than she had all day long. It was nearing four p.m. and soon Rahm would be home and she wouldn't be alone in the house. It got rather boring just being there without any real company and the presence of the twins only made her a nervous wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was not the first thing they'd done to her, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The blonde was smart enough to know however that the boys would be able to convince their father that once more it was just an unfortunate accident. As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the filling tub, Nicolette reminded herself that she had only the summer to contend with as far as the children were concerned, and then she'd make sure they'd be going off to school. The very thought was comforting, and Nicolette sighed as she listened to the soothing sound of the water which created foaming mountains of bubbles. In a few moments she would sink luxuriously into them and think about all the reasons she had for being happy. She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for Rahm when he returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little lovemaking before dinner either! In fact, Nicolette decided as the foam rose over her nakedly gleaming body and the warm water caressed her secret feminine parts, that was exactly what she needed. Something kinky and exciting, she mused lazily, as the young bride ran the soft sponge over her silken surfaces. Soft tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her neck and the bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, away from the water. A smile played about her lips as Nicolette thought about lovemaking. Rahm was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking about Terry though made Nicolette want to put her fingers down to the moist split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that boy could do to drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the tiny crevices of the beautiful blonde's hairy pussy, making her shiver with delight as her finger plied within the temptingly spread folds.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, slipping down just a little more so that her long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath the water in the large sunken tub. She began to think of all sorts of erotic things, images from the books of which she was so fond formed in her mind as her finger moved rapidly and persistently between the heated folds of her tender open-mouthed cunt. She remembered the time her mother's roomer had invited her into his room, how old had she been 12-13 maybe? And she had gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of it. Every detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's memory as her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the water.
The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous place to the much younger Nicolette; and now, her nakedly quivering body almost covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to still be able to feel the roomer's hands all over her in the darkness, slipping under her dress and sliding down inside her panties, touching the precious tight softness of her young virgin pussy, while the large swollen mass of his excited cock pressed urgently against her belly.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, recalling how she had called out his name, "Mr. Jurgen!" but his sturdy finger had already begun worming its way slowly up into the sticky moisture of her warmly seeping cunt, feeling the minuscule opening throbbing and quivering around it even as he looked her square in the face.
"You like it, don't you?" he'd asked, panting. "You like it!"
She had pressed her quivering lips willingly against the roomer's as she felt the marvelous mushrooming sensation of pleasure build within her young inexperienced body.
"God!" Mr. Jurgen had moaned. But that was the last thing he said for his finger had begun to move again, ever so slightly tickling and slipping into the tiny pink opening of her adolescent pussy, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip of it higher and higher in her hairy cunt.
Nicolette could still feel the way she'd melted all around the strange man's middle finger, her mouth clinging wetly and heatedly to his, her legs trembling with the unprecedented excitement she was feeling. An erotic bliss was spreading inside her tenderly budding young body and she was eagerly rushing to meet it, wanting it to take hold of her, wanting her mother's roomer to continue giving her this marvelous feeling. His finger created a chilling sensation there up in the moistly trembling wetness between her legs and the young girl shuddered, frightened and yet too overwhelmed to stop what was happening. The fact that she had been in her own house, with her mother bustling about downstairs busy with the housework, both scared and thrilled her. Then, when breathing heavily, they both slipped to the floor, little mewls of involuntary delight escaped Nicolette's lips as the cool hardwood floor touched her naked legs and the forbidden nature of what she was experiencing brought more and more pleasure to the unexpected meeting in the roomer's bedroom. How masterfully he had held her lips tightly with his own, and she had smelled tobacco and whiskey as his tongue pressed forward into her mouth, his loins beginning an urgent back and forth motion against hers. They were lying on their sides, the roomer and the young girl of the house, and Nicolette could hardly catch her breath as she felt Mr. Jurgen's insistent mouth covering hers, forcing her to accept the tip of his hungrily searching tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her mouth and throat. But it felt good... It made her unable to think of anything else but the wondrous mounting tension in the heretofore unexplored wetness of her sensitively pulsing little pussy. The roomer's finger made more and more headway, forcing little ripples of softly yielding vaginal flesh ahead of it as it entered the young girl's willingly receiving cunt. Nicolette's pleasure tormented young body was beginning to writhe and squirm around his lewdly impaling finger with an unfamiliar longing, a desire that made her want something more to happen, something she dared not imagine! Gone were all thoughts of her mother's rages, of the English test at school, of the new dress for the party that she could not buy. She was immediately removed from the petty pace of her surroundings, and even then, Nicolette knew that she would not be able to continue living without the miraculous feelings, feelings to which she had willingly succumbed. The aroused older man ground his finger higher and higher into the sweet virginal young flesh up between Nicolette's open thighs.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned into her mouth. "OH GOOD GOD, you feel good down there. I can't stop... I just can't stop!" His hardened virile cock was growing larger and larger, expanding with each further thrust of his finger up into the little girl's tightly clenching pussy. He wanted to release it from the tightness of his pants, wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the sweet, untried pussy of the landlady's daughter, the landlady's little girl.
She wanted it, he knew that much. But would it fit? Or would she scream and make too much noise? His throbbing cock was just about to go... he was going to explode any second. OH! GOD! HE HAD TO CUM SOON OR DIE! Nicolette's tight little cunt was driving him wild and the raspberry taste of her mouth was incredible! Reaching down between them, quickly and nervously, Jurgen unzipped his pants, releasing the swollen mass of his desire-hardened cock. With a gasp, the older man quickly rolled the landlady's daughter over, lying full on top of her slight form, but breaking most of his weight with one hand while the other continued its damp plunder, moving ever upward into the now well-lubricated virgin passage of Nicolette's nakedly yielding young cunt.
"OOOOOOH!" Nicolette cried, throwing her head back as she felt the naked hotness of the older man's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against her flat belly. Her panties had long since been relegated to a strip of torn and flimsy material that left her young loins exposed to the roomer's lust.
Nicolette raised her arms up and was about to try to push him away when the wonderful sensation suddenly became more acute in her tiny, tightly clasping pussy. Above her the roomer began to move with a quick, hard jerking motion against her stomach with the hardness of his stiffened penis, and Nicolette had a feeling as if she were drowning as the mounting desire coursed through her nymph-like body. She groaned softly and squirmed helplessly beneath the man's heavy weight. "OOOOoooooh!"
Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby- like clit, a tiny little hardened bud of flesh was now constantly pressured by the friction of the older man's sensuously writhing body on top of hers. A sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded her, as wild, incoherent thoughts went flashing through the young girl's brain and a fantastically rising feeling increased moment by moment.
"OH MR. JURGEN, MR. JURGEN, FINGER ME FASTER SOMETHING IS HAPPENING... SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!!!"
"OH SHIT, KID! I'M CUMMING TOO... I'M CUMMING TOO!!!" the roomer replied. The white, hot sperm was racing along inside his swollen cock, welling up, ready to spurt out and now here it was slipping from his lustfully throbbing penis, flooding the softness of the young girl's smooth belly with the force of a firehose, and he could feel her wetly exploding little cunt clasping and unclasping all around his middle finger with a frantic rhythm that told him that she was cumming too! If he could just get up the rent for another week, by Christ he'd fuck the shit out of her next time! What a feeling!
Nicolette lay sprawled in the deep, sunken bathtub. Her legs spread wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her thighs her fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to assuage the fire that seemed suddenly about to overwhelm her... coming from her own loins as she relived that strange and exciting day. It was a meeting that had never had a sequel, for the roomer had been forced to move on by her mother when his rent was due and he was unable to pay it. But she had never forgotten her first experience, and her mind often returned to it in moments of stress. Higher and higher Nicolette pressed her fingers up into her nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already desire-drenched passageway, filling her with a longing for completion. The young blonde wife could distinctly remember that first desperately wanted orgasm, and mindlessly she sought to recreate it now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing this to herself in the tub, almost as wicked as that first time so many years ago, almost as wicked as subsequent encounters with boys, and later on with men. It felt so delicious, and soon it would be over and she would feel so much better. Nicolette couldn't tell now if it was the memory of that first experience or her own furiously rotating fingers that was driving her crazy as the excited 21-year old began a steadily rhythmic fucking motion up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish throbbing pussy. The water splashed up and over the edge of the tub with each thrust the blonde girl made. "OH!" Nicolette sighed, "OOOOOOHHHHH, it's goooood!"
A bubbling sensation was building hotly within her nakedly exposed belly beneath the warm tub water. It was spreading quickly and sending thrilling shivers of delight coursing through every vein in her lithe, young body. Nicolette moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the self-violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tightly swollen orifice as she let the joy mount freely. It felt so wet and warm and like the roomer's fingers, so hot and real! With shattering certainty she had given up a depth of emotion to a perfect stranger, a transient roomer, and now, her face was flushed and crimson with desire, a full-grown beautiful new wife, Nicolette sobbed as her orgasm swept through her nakedly quivering flesh.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH... YEEESSSSS!" she cried, flinging her blonde head back against the rubber tub pillow as her hair escaped its hair pins and cascaded in golden curls to her shoulders.
"OOOOOH MR. JURGEN... MR. JURGEN!!" Over and over, she wailed out the roomer's name, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing sexual experience. A curious elation rolled from her widespread pussy to the puffy tips of her nipples as her quivering legs grew taut and wave after wave of warm rushing water carrying a careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. The new wife rode the crest of each wave, fearlessly, thankfully.
"OH YES, YES," she echoed. "OOOOH MR. JURGEN!"
It was already supper time and their father had been home for some time when the boys reeled back the long wire and pulled the small microphone out of the bathroom through the air-duct which led outside. When in the sanctuary of their room after dinner they played the tape back on their cassette recorder, they were both pleasantly surprised, elated in fact, to learn that it did not contain the embarrassing sounds of their new stepmother that they had expected. The sounds they were getting were of quite a different nature from those they'd expected, but they knew that hearing them would prove far more embarrassing to their father's new wife than any others their microphone might have picked up!
It was almost two weeks later when Nicolette lay in bed and sleepily watched as Rahm blew her a kiss and closed the bedroom door behind him. He was leaving for work. She never bothered to get up anymore, since when she'd complained, her understanding husband told her that he could perfectly well fix his breakfast himself as he had for so many years. He was concerned about the effect that his sons were having on Nicolette's nerves, and encouraged her in her own desire to rest as much as possible. The housekeeper came in every morning and took care of whatever cleaning had to be done, so Nicolette felt completely justified in staying in bed until almost noon every day. Life should have been beautiful for the attractive blonde, but in fact it wasn't. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Rahm just wasn't satisfying her. She thought about it now as she lay with her eyes closed in the softly darkened room. It wasn't that Rahm wasn't willing, but sometimes he was so tired that he came right away, and certainly at his best he usually failed to continue the strenuous lovemaking that Nicolette wanted. Five minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what was more, she'd been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little things to her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old boyfriends used to do to send her up the wall.
"I miss that!" she whispered softly to herself, moving her sensuously naked legs slowly back and forth beneath the covers. "I could even put up with those two brats, I bet, if I had the right kind of loving!"
Even though she had promised herself not to think about it, Nicolette's thoughts returned to the cute magazine salesman who'd stopped by the day before. He'd had a cup of coffee, and from the way he looked at her and the things he said, the young wife knew that he wanted more than to sell her a subscription. She'd told him to return later in the week after she'd asked her husband. As a matter of fact Nicolette had mentioned it to Rahm, and even though he'd gagged at the price, he'd told her that of course she could subscribe to any of the magazines she liked. As she turned over in bed, Nicolette realized that she wanted the salesman to return. Anything to break the monotony of the day, to talk a little, flirt a little. What was the harm? If the young man did in fact return that afternoon, it would be perfect, for Nicolette knew that her stepsons were due to go on a scouting picnic in the woods. She'd have the house to herself, free from their spying and prying. Nicolette reached out, letting her hand slip into the bottom of the dresser drawer. There she pulled out a new book she'd picked up in San Francisco the other day. It looked very, very interesting; and the young bride was in the mood for something that would take her mind off her own problems. She flicked the light switch on and began to turn the pages slowly, so that she would miss nothing of the lewd contents of the book.
"Toby felt his own cock swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Sinead O'Hara's licentious performance before the hotly flushed greedy faces of her half-drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming excitement. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait until the beautiful brunette finished her last show! He'd have to find something else and fast!"
Nicolette snuggled down to continue reading and the time passed faster than she thought. She'd heard the vague, indistinct noise of the twins as they made their breakfast, and then a car had pulled up and she'd heard them shouting something and slamming the door as they ran out. With a sigh of relief she'd gone back to her thrilling story. Now, suddenly there was the ring of the front doorbell, and a quick glance at the clock told her that it was already 2p. The housekeeper would have come and gone, the boys were off. The person at the door was more than likely her magazine salesman! Nicolette quickly jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a light-weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It covered her curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in the mirror before she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body to such perfection that it might as well be transparent.
Nicolette shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?" she asked herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the door eagerly, while giving her hair a last pat in place.
"Mrs. Martz! My, you're looking lovely this afternoon!"
"Why... why thank you." Nicolette blushed convincingly. It was nice to be told nice things.
"May I come in? I'm here to offer you the tremendous deal I offered you the other day. You can't go wrong... and I'm sure if you discussed it with your husband he agreed..."
"Yes, yes... come in." Nicolette led the way, aware of the salesman's eyes on her moving, swaying hips as they entered the living room.
"In this deal there are hunting magazines and Popular Mechanics for him, the latest in ladies' magazines for you, and if you have children... I saw two boys playing outside the other day... well we've got some great magazines for them, too!"
"Oh, they're not mine! I mean those are my husband's boys. Listen you don't have to convince me anymore." She was still sitting down across from the young dark-haired man on the sofa, while he poised on the edge of a chair.
"I like all those magazines, even the hunting and fishing kind." The new Mrs. Martz smiled winningly. "Would you like coffee, a drink?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," the young man replied.
Nicolette went into the kitchen, it was spotless, except for a note which the boys had left her, which Nicolette threw into the trash.
"Dear Mom... gone to the picnic. We know you'll miss us, but we'll be sure to be home for another of your delicious meals! Love, Devin and Kevin."
Burning the frozen TV dinners could happen to anyone, Nicolette reminded herself and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She'd make them drinks. There was some Whiskey Sour mix in the bottle in the cupboard. Humming a little to herself she added the whiskey and in a short while returned to the living room where the salesman was now standing and admiring a painting on the wall. He turned to take the drink from her, and Nicolette realized that he was even cuter than she'd remembered. Was it an accident that his hand brushed the tip of her breast as he removed the glass from the tray? A delicious shiver of excitement coursed through the bored housewife as she returned to the sofa and placed her glass on the cocktail table.
"You must get around quite a bit with a job like this," she began, picking up her glass again to sip daintily from it.
"I guess you could say so, Mrs. Martz. May I sit here?"
Nicolette moved slightly making room on the sofa for the young man to sit beside her. The Whiskey Sour tasted really good considering she'd had no breakfast at all, and the scent of the salesman's cologne was a pleasant limy one which she found quite agreeable. The second tray came equipped with a pitcher and this time, as they sat down, Nicolette knew that it was no accident that Leon, that was his name, let his fingers linger a long while over her hand before he let go.
"Are you a model?" he asked. "You're so beautiful!"
"No... no..." Nicolette laughed. "Once a friend was going to get me started but I decided against it." She did not move her hand now when he began to examine her rings.
"Lucky guy, your husband. Married long?"
"He's real sweet," she replied. "No, not too!"
Just how far do I want to go, the young wife of a few weeks was asking herself. It doesn't seem right, but it's so nice, and he is a doll. Who would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a kiss or two and then I'll throw him out! His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire was burning, wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her hand just the slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all right to kiss her. But when he did she giggled and pulled away.
"Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know? Nobody's home is there?"
"No... no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I hardly know you." Nervously, Nicolette sipped her drink, finishing off the glass once more.
"It'll give you a chance to get to know me. I guarantee you'll like me just as much as I like you!" His voice was soothing, convincing. His words were almost her thoughts exactly. Yet she couldn't give into him just like that, and she wasn't sure that she would give in at all.
"I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively. Tossing her blonde hair back, the young 21-year old wife stood up. "I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she announced in a matter of fact, no nonsense tone.
Nicolette started toward the kitchen without turning around and once there at the sink she began to rinse the whiskey sour glasses. Something that she wouldn't ordinarily think to do, but which now would give her time to think. But before she could think of anything he was behind her, tall and strong, his arms enfolding her from behind, circling her waist as the hard column of his penis insinuated itself between the soft mounds of her buttocks through her jersey peignoir.
"OH!" she said, but the magical thrills were too much for her as the bold salesman's fingers searched the opening of her gown and moved inside touching the smooth, white flesh of her slender waist. Nicolette felt her knees momentarily buckle. She whirled to face him and to her surprise, he kept her close to him, his hands once more within her gown, touching her hotly, insistently. The new housewife hadn't anticipated the shock of his hot flesh upon her near naked body, and a giddiness overcame her as with an odd gentleness he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders as the peignoir fell away to reveal her perfect nakedness.
"Christ!" the young salesman gasped. "You're more beautiful than I thought. Hell, yes, beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of Nicolette's facial features while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands.
"A stranger..." she thought. "An absolute stranger!" Memories of the roomer in the upstairs room when she was a little girl returned to her, making her begin to tremble with excitement.
"You're like velvet, so smooth, so soft," he hissed, and Nicolette could see from his expression that the young man was almost mesmerized by the sight of her creamy nakedness.
"Oh God!" she thought, "What am I doing? I'm nothing but a sluttish whore... letting him do these things to me... even wanting him to! But his hands... they're as gentle as a child's. I... I can't help it!"
There in the well-equipped and spacious kitchen with the Nevada sun streaming through the curtained windows Nicolette's breath caught in her throat as the salesman began to massage and knead, stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-like nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new, wild sensations to jolt excitedly through the young blonde's entire body. Then he was kissing her breasts and his tongue was tracing a wet line of excitation along her trembling flesh. Leaning back against the sink, cold and steely at her back, Nicolette closed her eyes in the intoxicating delight that the magazine salesman was giving her. It was enveloping her, until at last as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her love-starved body, she felt him pulling her along, moving her over to the kitchen seats, two long wide benches which framed a wooden table. Nicolette didn't resist; she'd gone this far. Why fight it now? Yet she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoral quality of her actions either, not fighting the brash young man's lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire. She found herself dropping to the bench obediently and lying back along the length of it as he was slithering down her body, rolling his tongue once more along her exposed flesh. The leather of the cushion beneath her back was warm and pliant as she stared up at him, watching the powerful ripple of his arm muscles beneath his casual sport shirt; then he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, moving her up so that he could crawl between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins. Outdoors, it was turning to late afternoon, and Nicolette felt her mind glazed with rapture as the salesman's large, flat palms pressed against the incredible softness of her inner thighs moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.
"OOOOOoohhhhh!" the blonde housewife lurched and groaned as Leon's hot, moist lips closed over the little golden triangle at the base of her belly. Then she felt the wet, taunting kisses being lavished upon the hairy slit of her quivering cunt... delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed, tingling lips of her feverish pussy, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for! And his tongue gently parted the soft clinging tendrils of blonde hair and began to flick snake- like at the delicate quivering opening.
Every single muscle of Nicolette's prostrate body seemed to react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her petal-like vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth. Dear God... don't stop... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this... not really knowing it... and now you've got to fulfill me with it. Oh, please don't stop! Please, please, please! The excited blonde groaned throatily... sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot, probing tip of the salesman's tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow, damp pussy, starting at the creamy, quivering of her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like opening of her now gently clasping pussy, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. Nicolette gasped as she felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then he raised her knees and pressed them up and over her body so that the kneecaps touched her swollen breasts, exposing the whole steaming area of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" the adulterous bride whimpered at the lewd depravity the stranger was subjecting her to, and at her own overpowering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her ass, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God, truly, he had aroused all of the latent, wanton bitch within her! If there had been any shame or guilt before it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her entire being! She was in heaven... or was it hell?
Leon could hardly believe it. This good-looking babe had gone smack-assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him without any real struggle at all! He'd been right to make sure to come back to Mrs. Martz's house today! He wasn't sure about her signals the other day, but now, by God, he knew he'd been correct about the hidden hot streak he'd suspected she had! She was out of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out of his. Hell, there was no question, he'd come back again and again in the afternoons to get some of this good pussy! His cock ached like someone had been beating it with a hammer, he thought as he feelingly released it from his pants, and felt it grinding nakedly into the kitchen cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cuntal lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He'd never had any doubts that he was going to fuck her, not after the Whiskey Sours came out, and now, as his tongue slashed up and down within her slippery pussy, he told himself that she was special, something really special. He'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quickly, and he knew it wasn't all the whiskey's fault that she had. No, she just needed it bad, and now she was getting it, and this was just the beginning! Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering, responsive pussy, the magazine salesman began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with Nicolette's captured body. Just as he used his steady girl, and any other woman he could get to sate his lust.
"Just let us out here, Mr. Jenkins!" Devin and Kevin jumped out at the corner and waved good-bye as the rest of the boys in the station wagon were driven homeward by the scoutmaster. They'd had a good time, but now they were looking forward to returning home, just a bit earlier than expected. They hadn't planned it - far from it. One of the other boys had sprained an ankle and had been taken to the hospital and since most of the fun was over anyway, the picnic was terminated early.
"Rahm make any noise going in. Maybe we can catch her doing something!"
"Like jerking herself off in the living room while she's reading one of those dirty books of hers!" Kevin was delighted with the image. Their sneakers padded along toward their house as the boys' shining faces reflected their anticipation.
Inside the kitchen the salesman rammed his worming tongue up into the tight flesh that was so fully presented to him and listened for Nicolette's groans of delight. Pursing his lips and pressing tightly to her pulsing pussy he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking moans from the depths of Nicolette's being. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the housewife's fully aroused cunt contracted in a rhythmic sucking cadence trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper into it. Nicolette whimpered beneath the unbelievable enchantment of the salesman's voracious sucking and licking. She sensed the imminent loss of all body and mind control. Her brain reeled numbly in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss. Then suddenly the salesman was drawing her throbbing clit up to its full erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. The sensuously aroused area of her quivering hairy pussy was a whirling pool of rapture. And then he was moving up over her and Nicolette felt his tongue trail upward until it found the puffy nipple of the housewife's left breast, then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from Nicolette's parched lips. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and simultaneously forced her smooth white legs and thighs wider and wider apart upon the cushions of the kitchen bench.
"MY GOD, MY GOD!" Nicolette gasped and clung tightly to the stranger she'd admitted to her house. She kissed and sucked at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own sweetness there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of the magazine salesman's long, rigid cock against her naked thighs, its contact like a searing rod of fire prodding her into a violent realization of her wanton carnality, but instead of resisting, she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.
As Leon raised up above her to allow her access, and she clutched at the heavy, solid thickness of him, he could hear the quickening of her breath and feel the heat of her fingers encircling his throbbing hard cock, her long, slim fingers barely going around it.
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Oh... oh, I do. I want it... need it so bad!" Nicolette choked almost tearfully.
Leon bent down and kissed the beautiful blonde once again; then she felt the bulbous tip of him moving up and down, parting the soft, golden pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her seeping cunt, pressing the small mouth of her tingling pussy open. Nicolette held her breath as the lust-engorged head of the salesman's cock pressed into her with a harshness she had not expected. She choked suddenly with the pain from the hard cruel pressure.
"AAAAAGH!" she grunted, automatically resisting the unexpected pain.
Above her Leon felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful grunt, and he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth as he shoved a little further into the pain, knowing that in a minute it would feel good to both of them. But he never did reach that point because of an event totally beyond his control.
"Gee Mom... you should have told us you were going to have company and we would have brought home some ice cream!"
Kevin and Devin stood gaping in the doorway, each with a fixed expression of angelic innocence frozen upon his boyish face. The boys only retreated after having the satisfaction of seeing the magazine salesman's frightened face as he scrambled off of their stepmother, leaving his own naked genitals as well as Nicolette's exposed to their interested eyes.
"Get OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Nicolette was screaming, hysterically and almost apoplectic with rage and frustration not to mention fear at being found in such a dubious position by her new husband's sons. What followed was humiliating and horrid, as the salesman rapidly recovered, grabbed his attache case and slammed out the front door without so much as a good-bye. Nicolette shakily drew on her negligee, and with a trembling hand, poured what was left of the pitcher of whiskey sours into a tall glass and drank it down in one desperate gulp.
"What the hell am I going to do now?" she wondered, dazedly.
"Well, what kind of day did you all have?" Rahm poked at the overdone hamburger on his plate while eyeing the lifeless and limp frozen string beans. A lukewarm dish of instant mashed potatoes was his only solace. He wondered if Nicolette would be insulted if he suggested hiring a cook, maybe just someone who'd come in to do the dinner. He hadn't had a decent meal in weeks!
Nicolette fiddled nervously with her wine glass. She'd insisted upon serving the cool white wine despite the decidedly plebeian aspects of the dinner. While she bit her lip, trying to decide what to answer, the boys helped her out.
"Oh, we had a really great afternoon. All of us, Dad!"
"Yes?" Rahm looked questioningly at Nicolette, who choked on her wine and began to quickly wipe at the spilled drops on her hostess gown.
Devin continued, smiling broadly, "The picnic was wonderful, Dad, and Terry Breaksmith twisted his ankle! It was just great. Mom had fun, too!" he added gratuitously.
Rahm was pleased that the boys had decided on their own to call his new wife Mom and he smiled. "But Nicolette, you didn't go along on the picnic, did you?"
"I... uh... no... I..."
"Mom had company!" Kevin said, moving on from the remains of his dinner to a more satisfying glass of milk.
"Oh?" Rahm turned once more to his new wife for confirmation.
"Yes..." Nicolette replied, desperate for an end to the conversation. "Yes, a friend... an old friend from school stopped by." The disturbed blonde glared fixedly at Devin and Kevin as she spoke.
I'll kill them, she thought, I'll just break their little necks!
"Mom's such a good hostess, Dad," Devin said.
"The best!" Kevin added.
"Yes, I'm sure she is. I'm glad to hear that you had company, my dear. A young girl like you... you need to have fun and friends. As soon as I get the Edson Building over and done with we'll be going out a good deal more, too. I promise you that!"
Nicolette gulped and stared fixedly at her plate. She wasn't hungry. Not at all.
Nicolette had gone to the salon, and the boys felt duty bound to continue their investigation of her private world. Kevin was still chuckling about the way their new stepmother had run out of the house after they'd confronted her in the living room with the lewd tape of her intimate bath of several days before. The stunned young blonde stood stock still, her face a mask of terror as the sounds of her own lewd and obscene moaning came over the living room speakers. Even the sound of the water splashing in the tub had been caught by the boys' indiscreet microphone. The memory of her frenzied self-touching was brought back acutely as she heard the wanton tones of her frantic orgasm.
"But don't worry, Mom! We won't tell Dad. Not yet anyway. We'll give you another chance to get to be a good wife!"
Nicolette's recorded sighs turned to whimpers of lust over the expensive speaker system, and the young blonde could feel her knees trembling as she stood there, staring with disbelief into the young boys' innocent-looking faces.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS... YOU... YOU MONSTERS... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT LITTLE MONSTERS!! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR? I WON'T STAND FOR IT!" Kevin and Devin laughed and laughed as Nicolette whirled and went running out the door. They played the tape one more time before they went into their father's and stepmother's bedroom to see what they could see.
"Hey, Devin, look!" Kevin held up a brown packet that he'd found in the bottom of the dresser drawer. Inside there were several pamphlets, all of them new.
"Looks like we hit the jackpot!" Devin cried.
They carefully closed the drawers and tried to leave things much as they'd found them. but the twins carried the packet of thin books to their own room with them.
There, they went through them with considerable interest, until finally they found one that particularly stirred their imagination.
Drugs and Sex: Chemicals that Seduce.
"Wow is right!"
They settled down to investigate the book, and it was dusk by the time they'd finished reading and studying it. Their stepmother hadn't returned yet, and neither had their father. A short while later a phone call confirmed what they'd suspected. Nicolette had stopped by Dad's office and asked him to take her to dinner.
"Sure, Dad, we'll be just fine. You know we like to cook anyway. We'd just as soon cook for ourselves all the time!"
Devin hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. But instead of making themselves dinner the boys were getting ready to try a recipe they'd never done. An exstasy sex drug which called for a variety of ingredients that could be found in their own kitchen.
"Sure," Devin said, as they were busy mixing and stirring. "It's only fair. It's her book, isn't it? She should be the first to get the benefits of our first mixture!"
"A little more cinnamon. I'll get the clam juice from the top shelf!"
"Listen, why don't we just call the herb store in town and see if they'll deliver the wormwood and ginseng?"
"Great idea, but I'd better get a whole bunch of other stuff, too, so they don't get suspicious!"
"Good thinking," agreed Kevin, "And you'd better tell them to charge it to Dad's account."
"I don't think he has one."
"No matter, that old bat that runs the place would be more than happy to open up an account for Dad. You ever see the way she looks at him when we're just passing by?"
"Yeah... guess you're right. You know Dad sure does deserve someone better than old Nicolette!"
"Rahm worry, we'll be rid of Miss Slut soon enough!"
The mixture bubbled ominously on the stove, and was beginning to thicken. The color was an unappetizing gray, so the twins added food coloring. Finally it turned a pretty raspberry color, but it still smelled god-awful. Afraid to taste it themselves, the boys decided to add honey and vanilla to help the taste and smell, and they let it go at that. The mixture was cooling on the outside of their bedroom window, and the boys were sleeping peacefully, each dreaming of the morrow when they would try out the new concoction by the time Rahm and Nicolette returned home.
"I guess the boys have gone to bed," Rahm said, looking at his watch.
"Thank God!" Nicolette muttered under her breath.
"What did you say, darling?" Rahm guided his pretty bride toward the bedroom. What a large dinner they'd had down at Trader Vic's, and all those Mai Tai's. His head was spinning.
"Oh, I said, 'Thank God, they're getting some rest.' They're so very active. They need their sleep."
"Why Nicolette, you're beginning to sound like a real little mother!" Rahm was touched by his wife's concern for the boys. He was going away to Reno on business the next day and he was glad that the boys would be in good hands with Nicolette while he was gone. Their bedroom was cool and quiet, and Nicolette sank down into the bed without taking off her dress. Her head was throbbing from all the drinks they'd had and from the terrible problems she'd been weighing. She would never be able to continue living with those kids in the same house. NEVER!
"I was thinking, honey," the 21-year old said sweetly, as she watched her husband undressing for bed.
"Uh... isn't there some summer camp the boys could go to. I mean before they go to school in the fall. Maybe they should have more exposure to kids their own age."
"I don't know, Nicolette. It's too late to get them into a camp now. And besides they have their scouting. They seem to get a lot out of that."
"Oh, never mind!" Carol was annoyed. Obviously she wouldn't get rid of them until the fall. Almost two whole months to go. "I was thinking something else!" she said, her tone slightly belligerent.
Rahm was climbing into bed now, his pajamas on, while she lay fully clothed, her head spinning, on the top of the covers.
"What is it, love?"
"Would you fuck me, Rahm? Would you fuck me right now!"
In the morning, Devin went to the back door and whistled. After a few moments the happy sound of barking came from the woods in back of the house.
"Here Cane, good boy, Cane! Come on, boy!"
Cane was an outdoor dog. He very rarely, if ever, came into the house, preferring to spend most of his time out playing or sleeping in his spacious dog house behind the Martz's home. But now the boys wanted to bring Cane into the house. Into their room, in fact. The Labrador Retriever padded happily into their room and the boys just had time to close the door behind him when their father came rushing out of his bedroom. He was carrying his suitcase and wearing his dark gray suit. The boys knew from past experience that this meant that he was going out of town on business.
"Hey, where you going, Dad?" Kevin asked.
"Going to Reno, got to inspect the site again for the Edson Building. Wish to hell this thing were all over, boys. I'll be back in a couple of days. Three at the most. You take good care of Nicolette for me, now!"
"We sure will, Dad. We'll take good care of her. Rahm you worry!"
"I'm late already. I'll grab something out at the airport. Got to get the helicopter in Kerimain to the Tahoe airport. See you soon, boys. Tell Nicolette I'll be calling tonight!"
By the time the twins returned to their bedroom, they found to their amazement that Cane had already discovered the mixture they'd prepared the night before. They'd placed it on Devin's desk with the intention of giving the big dog just a tiny bit, but he himself had found it and they now observed him standing up on the chair, his front paws on the desk while he consumed a goodly portion of what they'd made.
"CRICHTON, CANE! THAT'S ENOUGH!" The boys rushed forward and rescued what was left of the mixture from the hairy family dog.
They then settled down on their beds to watch.
"I hope Cane will be all right!" Kevin said, confiding his fears to his brother.
"Looks okay, so far," Devin replied.
The dog was lying on the circular braided rug that lay between their twin beds. He seemed to be falling asleep, and the boys were distinctly disappointed as time passed and still nothing happened. Carefully they read the exstacy recipe again to make sure that they hadn't left anything out. This particular recipe was supposed to have been one used by Madame de Pompadour as a sauce for venison. The thirteen year olds realized that they had allowed their own "sauce" to thicken quite a bit, but they didn't see why this might have a detrimental effect upon its potency. They had already heard the slow-moving sleepy sounds that their stepmother made just after getting up, when Cane began to stir. At first the dog turned around three or four times as if trying to settle more comfortably on the rug. Then his eyes sprang wide open and he began to pant a little bit at first, and then more and more heavily. It was almost noon then. By the time 2p had rolled around it was clear to the boys by Cane's erratic behavior that their famous "sauce" was a success. In fact, they had to leave the room, locking it carefully behind them so as to keep the thoroughly aroused dog inside.
"What the hell is all that racket?" Nicolette asked. She was sitting in the living room, still wearing her negligee as she had a late breakfast of toast and coffee.
"Oh, nothing, Mom!" Devin said breezily. "Nothing for you to worry about!"
Nicolette looked suspiciously at the boys. "Now you two listen to me. You father has gone away on business and I want you to know I won't take any nonsense from you while he's away!"
"Look who's talking about nonsense! 'Oh, I want it... need it so baaaaaaaad!'"
"'OH, MR. JURGEN, MR. JURGEN,'" Devin and Kevin had to run fast to escape the projectiles that their father's new wife sent crashing after them, but they made the kitchen in time.
"Boy, is she going to get hers!" Devin said, panting as they rested in the kitchen.
"Yeah," Kevin echoed, sitting on the kitchen bench. "In more ways than one!"
The boys looked at each other, each knowing just what that meant! Each understanding the secret unspoken dreams and lusts that had developed within their young bodies and minds since their new stepmother's arrival in the house.
Then the intimate moment was gone and the twins got down to the business at hand.
"What should we put it in?" asked Devin.
"Well, she's eating now. Just toast and coffee, but I'll bet she has some more."
"Let's put some in that jam she's so piggy about!"
"Yeah... that cherry stuff. She's already gone through six jars of the stuff since she's been here. If she keeps up like that she'll be as big as a house!"
"Good deal, you get the jar and I'll stir some in right on top."
"No, fill the whole jar with it!"
Nicolette grumbled to herself in the living room, and then when she heard the twins slam the kitchen door, she rose and went into the kitchen to get some more coffee. What a hangover! And to make matters worse, she still felt a dull sensation of longing in her loins, left over from her unsatisfactory lovemaking with Rahm the night before. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it, what there was of it, it was just that there wasn't enough! One little orgasm hadn't even put a dent in the built-up lusts within the young blonde wife. And now here she was stuck alone in the house with those rotten spying kids. If she wanted to have any fun, she'd have to go out and get it for chrissakes! Nicolette angrily dipped into the jar of her favorite jam. She took a finger full of the sticky liquid while placing two more slices of toast in the toaster. Her blonde curls hung in a disheveled mass about her head as she absentmindedly waited for the toast to come back up.
At the kitchen window, the one where the cheery curtains were parted, Devin and Kevin's heads popped up from time to time to check on the progress of the jam. By this time Nicolette was buttering the slices of golden toast and then spreading them thickly with the jam.
"This batch tastes different," the young woman had noted with the first dip of her jammy finger into her mouth. But the different taste was not unpleasant, and Nicolette decided to enjoy it. Munching on her toast, she headed back to her room. Five minutes later she came out and made some more toast and jam. Devin and Kevin saw that their stepmother was yawning as she took the new plate of toast back to her room, and they looked at each other with knowing blue eyes.
"It's working!" they said in unison.
It was afternoon and each check-up they'd made upon their stepmother proved to them that she was still sound asleep. Disappointed, they nonetheless hoped that Nicolette would soon be coming to. It was getting harder and harder to contain Cane in their room, and in fact they were a little frightened of opening the door at all. They could hear the excited animal inside bumping about against the furniture, whining and barking as he tried to get out.
"Gee, we don't know how long the stuff lasts, I hope old Nicolette gets started before it's too late!"
To while away the time they read more of Nicolette's lasciviously slanted books, one of which detailed exactly the scene they hoped would ensue from their little experiment. It was amazing to find that their imagination had been so closely paralleled by someone else who had gone so far as to describe the whole scene vividly in a book.
"Maybe we should become writers!" Kevin suggested.
"Yeah, we could, you know!" But this little idea was rapidly tossed aside when they heard the unmistakable sounds of stirring inside their stepmother's room.
Inside the darkened bedroom, Nicolette woke up feeling frightened. Something was wrong, but she wasn't sure just what it was. She nervously ran her fingers through the weight of her long blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders and indeed she felt like removing her gown. The frightened young wife jumped up and quickly ran into the bathroom, where she removed her negligee and drew herself a large glass of water. Drinking it down, she noted hopefully that it did make her cooler. She reached up and adjusted the dial for the air-conditioning system in the bedroom and bathroom, turning it on for the first time that summer.,
"A shower!" she thought, "That's what I need!" She stepped into the deep tub and reached up to turn on a jet of cold water. The feel of the water on Nicolette Martz's deep peach-toned naked body began to inflame her, however, rather than cooling her down. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated the young blonde beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING... WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" she wondered aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to the medicine cabinet where she withdrew a small tin of salve. The disturbed young woman dipped her finger into the salve and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged puffy nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her as Nicolette had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and more furious.
Nicolette had known lust and desire before, but never anything like this!
"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered. "OH MY GOD!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. At first she felt light as a feather and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift until she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body and Nicolette finally fell to the floor of the spacious bathroom. She just had to get something inside her... something that would satisfy her! Panic-stricken by the intensity of her desire, the thought entered Nicolette's mind that she might die if she did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread throughout her system. She rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself against the grain of the fiber until she reached the bedroom.
"OH HELP, HELP!" she moaned, "Help!"
Without waiting for a second call, the boys came running into the room and finally spotted their father's new bride nakedly writhing on the floor at the doorway between the bedroom and the adjoining bath.
"What's wrong, Mom?" they asked, their eyes gleaming with excitement. But Nicolette didn't seem to be able to answer them. A tiny bit of spittle had formed at one corner of her lips and she was panting heavily. Her eyes rolled fearfully at them as she pointed to an object on her night-table.
"This, Mom?" Devin asked, picking up an ornamental candle. Devin took the long phallus-shaped object which had never been burned and which was black and purple in color over to Nicolette, and was surprised at her strength as she snatched it from him. The thirteen year olds stood by with interested expressions as their 21-year old stepmother desperately tried to fit the thick instrument up into her raging pussy. The blonde twisted her entire body upwards from the rug, turning it a little to the side, her long legs widespread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yawning hairy pussy.
"UUUuuuuuugggggggghhhh!" Nicolette's terror-filled eyes turned to the boys who stood nearby. She seemed to be imploring them with her eyes to come and help her get the large candle inside her. Devin looked at Kevin and Kevin looked at Devin. Then the slightly older twin stepped forward, his mind made up, and grabbing hold of the candle - thus removing it from Nicolette's frantic fingers - he made a sudden thrusting motion, twirling it in the flooded pit of his new mother's golden-blonde-fringed cunt, pushing it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery noise into the young girl's rampaging pussy. Nicolette felt the cold hard-edged object entering her, filling her with alarm as she realized that it was making her cum. Making her cum in an entirely different way from any that she knew. Her enormously heavy breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own that spread and electrified Nicolette's entire body. Devin was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing stepmother, a pained, contorted expression upon his face that was mirrored by Kevin who stood nearby watching.
"MOREMORE MOREMOREMOREMORE!" Nicolette commanded. It was not enough. No, the twisting and thrusting candle was not enough and the orgasm that was enveloping her at the very moment was not enough. "IT'S NOT ENOUGH... NONONONO... NOT ENOUGH!" she shouted in desperation.
"Go get him, Kevin!" Devin called, and Kevin went flying from the room. Moments later the sound of Cane's heavy panting came from the livingroom, and then the dog entered the bedroom.
Nicolette lay upon the floor, twisting and turning as she cried in desperation trying to satisfy herself now that her husband's young son had stepped away from her.
Devin saw Cane bounding into the room, with Kevin fast behind him and he spoke. "Here, Mom... here's something that will help you out!"
Nicolette, confused and upset, could not believe her eyes when the big dog came into her line of vision. His furry black and brown head neared hers, and his panting tongue touched her face.
"NO!" she cried, cringing away. "I HATE DOGS... I HATE DOGS ... LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
But Devin and Kevin were adamant. "Come on, Mom. You're not in any position to quibble. See Cane sure does like you!"
Already the big dog had smelled the sensuous scent of Nicolette's flagrantly aroused pussy. Already the dog knew what it was that he had to do.
Nicolette seemed to realize the full seriousness of the situation and to understand exactly what it was that the boys had in mind.
"NEVER!" she cried, despite the bursting, building lust within her. "NEVER, I TELL YOU!"
Nicolette tried to get up but Cane, excited by her shouting, pounced upon his master's new wife, his heavy paws pushing against the soft nakedness of her shoulders, pressing her down once more onto the shag-rugged floor.
Devin and Kevin watched their stepmother's fear-contorted face. They were sure that she couldn't fight her own rising desires not to mention the Labrador Retriever's superior strength. The lusty hot smell from between the female's legs incited the big animal, and the boys could see that he was ready as they bent forward to see the rigid animal shaft pointing forward from the beast's hairy belly, hanging like a giant spear, twitching and throbbing with lust as it poised seemingly waiting for a command to sink its massively thick head into the golden trimmed pit of Nicolette's seeping pussy.
"Ready Cane... Yeah, you're ready big boy!"
"Get her now, fuck her, boy, fuck her 'til she screams for mercy!"
Devin and Kevin grinned at each other, and marveled at their evil command. Kevin could see that Devin's hardened throbbing cock was pushing against his summer shorts exactly as his own was. It twitched spasmodically as he, too, waited in lewd anticipation. Our time will come, he thought as he watched the huge animal lift itself; the huge redness of its ten-inch cock hovering over Nicolette's trembling thighs, getting a firm grip now on the rug just on either side of her shoulders so that he could ram his aching cock into her fiery pussy.
"OH NO NONONONONONO nononononoooooooooooo!" Nicolette moaned, fear gripping every portion of her lovely, defenseless body. Yet, the building force of the mixture within her was working against her. Struggle as she would there was no way for her to escape the enormous animal whose teeth loomed so near to her face, whose pawing dug convulsively into the rug beside her delicate exposed flesh. Clumsily the drugged dog probed for the tenderness of Nicolette's aching pussy, pushing the swollen red tip of his dripping cock into the soft smoothness of her widespread thighs again and again in a vain effort to find the pulsating wet opening. But just the touching and the fur that tickled over her nakedness was enough to start the flashes of climax within the drugged young wife. By now she was aware of only a huge hot form hovering over her perspiration glistening body. The dog didn't exist, the twins were mere shadows in the distance, there was only the sensation of the pulsing animal member near her desire- drenched pussy.
Nicolette's orgasm was building again and she had no control over it now as it grew like a huge ocean wave coming down fast over a Nevada beach. The tormented young blonde housewife groaned softly as the dog poked at her and the electric shocks began shooting through every pore of her tortured skin. Impulsively, the excited young wife pushed her shapely hips upward in an effort to impale herself with the thrusting penis, but she failed, and began clutching her buttocks in one final effort to reach orgasm. She had to cum! Had to release the terrible aching want in her soft, quivering pussy.
Devin and Kevin's eyes were glued to their stepmother's sleek, undulating loins as they strained up desperately for the big dog's raging cock. They wanted to see the dog get inside her before she came this time, and of one mind, the boys reached forward and grabbed the Labrador Retriever's fur sheathed penis, pushing it forward as the dog jerked against their fingers. Easily they guided the throbbing dog-cock toward their stepmother's burning cunt and pushed it inward to the background of Nicolette's whimpers.
"Good Cane. Good old boy!" they crooned to the faithful animal. "Do it now... do it... she deserves it!"
The lust-filled dog had never known such excitement. Below him the human female's clasping pussy nearly sucked him in of its own volition before he suddenly took control and drove his massive swollen penis deep into her gyrating flesh, filling her with what seemed like all 150 pounds of his animal muscle.
"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" Nicolette wailed as shocks of pain ricocheted within her tender vaginal walls. But it wasn't only pain, it was pleasure, luxurious pleasure that filled her nakedly longing body and made the wet yearning walls of her desire- maddened cunt palpitate with ecstasy. There was no stopping now, it was too late. Suddenly every muscle in the lithe housewife's drugged body contracted as wild ripples of electricity flashed through engulfing her and a tumultuous rising of climax flooded through her trembling white belly until it reached the madly, pulsing walls of her heated pussy.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHCUMMMMMMMMINGGGGGG I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!" she wailed like an uncontrolled animal herself, her nakedly gyrating body twisting and writhing in the last untamed throes of her orgasm.
Then with the sudden release, she relaxed momentarily, completely exhausted. It was only then that the shivering young blonde realized that something still was thrusting in and out of her ravaged pussy. She felt it thrusting and pulling in and out as she lay prostrate upon the floor of her bedroom, her eyes closed as the massive instrument of lust kept moving within her indecently exposed pussy.
"Who is it? Who is it?" she thought, dazedly. Her mind had protected her from the harsh reality of the situation by blanking out, and now she felt too tired, and perhaps too frightened to look. But then she heard the voices of the twins.
"Good boy, Cane... Good boy... She really dug it, Cane!"
"Great going, old dog!"
THE DOG! Nicolette's eyes flashed open in horror and stared at the lust-crazed form of the panting dog that continued humping her with all its animal fury.
"OHHHHHHH GOD NOOOOOOO!" she clawed and screamed, trying to pull away from the sexually aroused animal. It was too much for her. It wasn't just a person who had aroused and started the tingling of her loins and who had subsided it with his driving cock, it was a dog!
A giant Labrador Retriever was fucking her like a bitch in heat he had found on a street corner! This was the final defeat. The final degradation! Her mother's voice came back to taunt her. "You'll never amount to anything much Nicolette. You haven't got what it takes!"
Yes, that same mother she had tried to prove wrong all this time. The same woman she'd been planning to invite to her new home within a few days. How could she gloat now about her success, how could she even face herself in the mirror ever again. The proud, new Mrs. Martz, wife of a successful engineer, no longer the nowhere student and part-time secretary. No, now she was supposed to be somebody! All her dreams had been dashed in this one terrible moment! She had struggled and connived to become Mrs. Rahm Martz, and now she was a perverted creature, destroyed by the horrible ravishment of an animal! Nicolette's eyes began to roll in their sockets as with horror and shock, she watched the animal above her, continuing in his last gasps of orgasm.
"Get him off me... Get him off!" she wailed pitifully, turning toward the boys. It was too much watching the animal, but when she turned for help to her husband's sons she saw that they had exposed their boyish cocks and were letting their fingers move with determination along the hot rigid flesh as they watched their father's wife being mounted by a dog.
"Oh my God... my God! You've done this... you've done this to me!" she cried out to them. The distraught young twenty-one year old knew that if she didn't stop the dog now she might succumb once more to the lustfully throbbing penis that rammed again and again into her hair-covered pussy.
Already Nicolette could feel the moisture starting to seep from her aching pussy and she knew that she must stop him or she would become aroused again by the devilish fire that lurked in her system. She couldn't stand it! She had to stop him!
Devin and Kevin laughed heartily, but their laughter stopped abruptly as they saw their stepmother succumb once more to the lewd dog-fucking she was getting. Their own desire had crept up on them, and the tingling of their youthful loins became stronger and stronger as their heated palms increased their friction against two hard, desire-filled cocks.
"Make him stop!" she continued to cry, but Devin and Kevin could see that her lovely even-featured face was once more taking on that blank expression that signaled the continued potency of their sauce!
For Nicolette, the ripples of excitement were growing again, trembling through her entire body as the obscene animal passion grew and grew. There was nothing else again but the red-hot throbbing that filled her with rigid muscle, spreading the clinging gold hairs of her streaming cunt wide as it penetrated to the fullest, the dog's lower belly pressing against her nakedly trembling flesh, his open, panting jaws dripping trails of saliva. But now she didn't care. It was all a dream, a bad dream that wouldn't stop until she had brought the excited animal to the end of his strength. There was nothing to do but accept the pummeling cock, the surging hardness within her delicately formed pussy. She had to give in! The trapped housewife's passion had won the lascivious battle as she raised her shapely hips to meet the out-and-in thrusting of the great dog, fighting to defeat him, and to defeat herself in the making, to cum again and again until it was all over.
"Oooooooh! Ooooooooooh! Oooooooooooh!" Nicolette moaned now, deliriously responding to each lewd thrust. "Now doggie, now doggie, further... now doggie! MORE... MORE... MORE!"
The struggling blonde's muscles seemed to be exploding as she let still another crashing climax invade her impossibly tensed body. Finally the big Labrador Retriever had come to the end of his endurance and began squealing like a puppy as he, too, climaxed in a rage of snarling desire, his animal ears hearing the female beneath him as she cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Aaaaaarrrrrr AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she wailed from deep within the tense throat as the final whiplash of potent orgasm reached her flaring hairy cunt and set it a tingling with a final culmination of excitation. It seemed to snap like a whip within the young stepmother's tormented loins, releasing her as well as the dog from their obscene fucking.
"DOGGGGIIIEEEEE! II'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGGGGG! YESSSSSSSSSS... I AMMMMMMMMM!"
The boys couldn't wait a moment longer. Impulsively they shed their clothing and moved forward to remove the exhausted Labrador Retriever from their stepmother's trembling form. Kevin quickly dragged the stunned satiated dog out of the room, not knowing how much longer Cane would be manageable. Cane allowed himself to be led, and as Kevin let him out the back door he saw that the big dog was showing signs of being sleepy again, heading directly for his dog house several feet away.
Kevin's boyish face and body were flushed with excitement as he rushed back to his waiting brother and stepmother.
Inside, Nicolette lay in a semi-swoon upon the floor, anguished thoughts and feelings mingling with the strange sensations that the boys' special mixture had aroused within her. Just as she was about to sink further into the much wanted oblivion that reached up for her, Nicolette felt two small, hot palms slowly pushing her knees apart. She jerked and tried to stop them, but behind her other hands caught hers and held them out on either side of her unprotected body. THE TWINS! Devin's hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her nakedly quivering thighs, and their new stepmother moaned and twitched as they reached the softest, uppermost portion of her creamy flesh and began to toy with the smoothly sensitive skin there. She heard Kevin's heavy breathing behind her, and Devin's in front of her, and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by the hateful little boys. But she felt weak and helpless, a pawn caught in their lewd little game. She could only hope that it would all be over soon, that somehow she would be able to continue a normal life after such perverse treatment! She was still but dimly aware of what was real and what wasn't, and the tremors that traversed the fragile surfaces of the young bride's nakedly exposed skin were of a confused and indefinite nature at this point. Through half-closed blue eyes, the blonde housewife could see Devin's golden head of hair below her, as he peered intently at her secret genitals; and above her, Kevin looked fixedly down at her face as though studying her reactions! Devin peered greedily at his father's new wife, a beautiful luscious blonde creature whom he had already watched in the most intimate of postures, the lewdest of acts. The 13-year old feasted lustfully upon the tight hairy opening between his stepmother's legs until he saw tiny tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. Nicolette moaned as she felt the boy's middle finger slip suddenly upward to flick at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed involuntarily before him. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her legs, prey to whatever horrible things her husband's sons might think of to do to her! Devin was surprised at how still the older woman lay now, almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new shaft of excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his own audacity. AFTER ALL, HE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER CUNT! He felt his brother's bright eyes on him as he observed everything that happened, knowing that his turn would come and that both boys' wildest dreams would soon be realized.
Then Kevin whispered to him, "HURRY!" and Devin knew that that was what he wanted too. They had waited long for this moment, and now that it was here they would act! Clearly the longer they waited, the more danger there was of their special 'sauce' wearing off. The young blond boy bent over the helplessly spread loins of his father's wife, and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her womanhood. The perfume of her body, strong and heady after her excitement, exhilarated him and Devin felt he was no longer a 13-year old boy, but an ageless man, a man born for this very moment. Hesitantly, beneath Kevin's approving gaze, Devin flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the trembling hair- surrounded slit of Nicolette's quivering cunt. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that protected them. Nicolette jumped against Kevin's restricting hands and might have escaped but for the fact that her movement made the young boy's tongue probe deeper into the moistly trembling split of her hairy pussy. She fell back with a grunt, feeling the untoward desire rising once more as though there were no end to it. But how could she allow this? Allow two young children to do such a thing to her! Devin knelt up between the long spread legs so that they would remain apart, feeling his mind bursting with lust at the sensations his tongue was relaying. Greedily, he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue moving slowly up and down within his stepmother's secret pussy, pausing at what he soon came to recognize as the most sensitive areas by Nicolette's increasing squeals of delight to rotate his tongue about in small titillating circles against the bare, moist flesh.
"Oooooooooh God!" Nicolette knew now that she was going out of her mind. Never had she felt more horrible and degraded and yet, the ghastly fact was that she wanted this incestuous sucking to continue. She couldn't even cry out to her precocious stepson to stop. But inwardly she screamed, I can't stand it, but I want it, I want it! Low guttural moans rose in the drugged housewife's throat but nothing stopped the onslaught against her nakedly exposed body. The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes as Devin continued his hungry lapping at Nicolette's helplessly aroused pussy. His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Devin looked beyond the golden curled mounds of his stepmother's writhing cunt toward his brother. He nodded for Devin to continue. "She's just getting hot again now!" he mumbled excitedly, his hands moving irresistibly down to fondle the taut, swollen breasts that bobbed so temptingly near his face as Nicolette began to buck up and down, to arch her back with the pleasure she was receiving. His two hands smoothed and manipulated the big, firm mounds of flesh, toying and exploring the fascinating nipples, amazed at how puffy they were like two smaller breasts that had grown from the normal one. Her nipples had grown so stiff and hard while he watched.
"OUR FIRST WOMAN!" he called down to Devin, and saw Devin nod his head imperceptibly as he brought wicked tingles of pleasure to his stepmother with the lewd motions of his tongue. Nicolette felt control slipping farther and farther from her as the tender caresses to which she was being subjected continued. What if her husband were to return and find them like that? Find her enjoying immensely this depraved licking down between her legs by his own child? But her flaring pussy was throbbing unmercifully, and the hands upon her breasts only served to make the pleasure greater still. Her quivering pussy was like a hot, glowing coal being fanned to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry! Put it in her now... NOW!" Kevin cried breathing over the soft breasts that were warm and moist in his hands. Kevin could take no more. His own boyish cock was so stiff that he knew he could cum at any moment. Only sheer willpower kept him from doing so. Devin raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately that the moment had come. He and his brother had been virgins long enough, but after this night they would have graduated to a different status. No one would know it yet, but they would be men! To his tentatively touching fingers, his own penis felt hard as granite in his hands, and it seemed to swell bigger by the moment, bigger than it had ever been before. Before him he saw the small pink opening of Nicolette's straining pussy, just waiting and ready for his cock! HE WAS GOING TO DO IT. YES, HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK A WOMAN, AND THAT WOMAN WAS GOING TO BE HIS NEW MOTHER!
Nicolette cried out at the sudden loss of delicious contact at her yearning genitals. "God," both boys thought simultaneously, "She really wants it. She really digs it!"
As the young 13-year old hesitated Nicolette called to him, "Please! Please! Oh God, do it to me. DO IT TO ME NOW!"
The drugged housewife had to quench the horrible desire that had risen in her loins, had to know physical peace before she could even think straight again. Then it would be over, she hoped. It would be all over! Devin kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath and trembling a bit himself. His still virgin penis was going to know the soft insides of a woman's willing cunt for the first time in his life! And that woman was his father's wife! Both boys' cocks were a very healthy size at just over eight-inches each. The boy took another look at the shapely, wildly opened legs and bent forward to ease them still wider. The lusciously hot pussy seemed looser and moister than ever before and despite his doubtful feelings for Nicolette herself, he thought her shivering cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. The excited twin pushed his rampant young cock forward then and made the first exquisite contact with Nicolette's velvety cuntal flesh, worming the smooth soft head of his slender penis further and further upward as he advanced.
"Ooooooohhhh...!" Nicolette responded, the boyish cock tantalizing her tormented cunt until the young blonde's helpless whimpers filled the entire bedroom. And then finally, Devin thrust the thickened tip of his surging penis into the flowering entrance of his stepmother's vaginal passage, pushing upward, further and further, continuing the slow, constant act of penetration until his boyish young cock was finally and triumphantly buried completely up inside the hot depths of the older woman's quivering white belly.
Devin gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation and refrained from crying out, listening as his father's wife began to chant with desire.
"Ooooh yessss... oooh... UNNNNHHHHHH... UHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!"
The young boy inclined his body backward from the excited 21-year old, arching his raging penis upward, attempting to reach the farthest height of the tightly clinging feminine channel, and although it did not seem to go to the very end, it went sinking in completely out of sight, buried deep inside Nicolette's snugly hugging cunt so that his tender young testicles hung flush against the mewling woman's smooth, naked buttocks. From his position above his stepmother, Devin's twin, Kevin, could see that the older woman was completely enraptured. Her mouth opened and closed gaping fish-like as sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a steady stream. Nicolette began to rotate her hips up to meet the boy so that Devin had to hold onto his stepmother's thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. His rigidly penetrating shaft felt fabulously pressured by the stimulating ripples of Nicolette's cuntal sheath. Again and again now, he shuffled forward in toward her on his knees, forcing his fiercely aroused penis deep up into his father's wife's hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hotly accepting pussy swallowed his virginal young cock, pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have. Kevin watched, entranced, his fingers still kneading his stepmother's wondrously soft breasts. He was fascinated by the sight of his brother's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body. It was like watching himself, looking at his identical twin, and even without the full experience, Kevin could feel much of what his brother was feeling. His upward thrusting cock was still and hard, throbbing with each inward thrust his brother made, and Kevin gave a slight moan with each of his brother's, while letting his agile fingers play freely with the woman's flesh beneath them. Devin watched his own powerfully driving cock appear and disappear like a well oiled piston into their stepmother's straining and welcoming pussy. The skin of his slender young cock was reddish and swollen, and each time Devin wormed upward into the spread blonde pussy, Nicolette gave an excited grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily beneath Kevin's manipulating fingers.
Nicolette's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up higher so that the boyish cock could enter her still deeper. Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's penis was arousing her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows, and the perversity of the position of being fucked against her will, but wanting it desperately, of being taken by her own husband's sons, was beginning to appeal to her drugged senses. She had the sudden and overwhelming desire to cum. But the boys didn't want that at this time, not yet. "Come on, it's your turn, Ben!" Devin cried suddenly, just when he felt Nicolette beginning to go to pieces beneath him. Kevin did not have to be asked twice. In a flash he bounded into position, and Devin moved reluctantly but swiftly. Almost without losing a stroke, Kevin had slipped his own virgin cock high into the receptive womb of their stepmother.
"OH DEVIN IT'S SO DAMNED GOOD!" he cried out, his head snapping back with the pleasure of it all.
Devin stood by, hesitant at first, and then he acted. "I think there's a way we can both do it at the same time, Kevin!" he cried, slipping behind Nicolette and turning both the older woman and his brother so that they were on their sides. Kevin continued his tremulous, rhythmic fucking, enjoying now what his brother had enjoyed so well before.
"Ooooh God, good, good, good!" he chanted, half out of his mind with the bliss of his surging cock.
But within moments he felt something happening, and knew that Devin was thrusting his own cock from behind the writhing nakedness of their stepmother. She was so much bigger than the two of them that it was like making love to a big, beautiful soft mountain of flesh, and Devin easily thrust his anxiously throbbing cock between the two large mounds of Nicolette's buttocks, sliding down the moist wet crevice of her ass, and finding the slippery hair-ringed opening which was now occupied by his brother. He pushed at first against his brother's ardently fucking penis, and then, getting the knack of the direction, adjusted himself, clasping Nicolette's huge, swollen breasts from behind and pulling backward with all his might. It happened! His own cock slid in right beside his brother's, snugly, and now both of them were rising high inside the clinging orifice of their stepmother's gyrating pussy! The two boys' cocks rising high within her were larger together than one enormous man's cock, in addition to the fact that one was arched slightly forward, while the other was arching slightly backward within her tight vaginal passage. Her orgasm, on the verge of exploding, was suddenly thrust away by the vicious, hot pain of this cruel dual-entry. Yet, the two straining and thrusting cocks moved smoothly once the boys got their rhythm going together.
The harassed blonde housewife, lying on her side in her own bedroom, sandwiched in between her twin stepsons, flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance, and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the boys more, and abruptly they were lunging against her, rocking her nakedly quivering body back and forth between them, their cocks speeding higher and higher inside her defenseless pussy. She tried to relax, growing limp between the two thirteen year olds until they began to fuck in and out of her in an established rhythm that she forced herself to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls stretched desperately in their attempt to achieve a dual ravishment. She could feel Kevin's tongue searching for her lips and automatically she returned the boy's kiss, while Devin's hands kneaded feverishly upon her sore and tender breasts.
They returned then, those first sensations of passion... galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through every vein she had, arousing licentious chills that crept along the base of her spine as she felt the lewd, evenly measured cadence of the twin boys who were fucking her simultaneously.
"DEVIN! KEVIN!" the tormented blonde sputtered out, and then her mouth sucked in hard taking Kevin's tongue back within the warm, moist depths of her mouth, and spontaneously it seemed, the new bride's body began once more to twitch and writhe of its own volition between the teenagers. She could hear small mewling noises escaping her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of Kevin's mouth as they kissed. Unconsciously, the overwrought 21-year old let her passionately aroused cunt contract with wanton abandon as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with every stroke.
Both Devin and Kevin could feel their father's wife responding to their ardent fucking. They could feel the urgent answering throbs of her surrendering pussy around the lengths of their buried cocks. Her smooth cunt-flesh began a spasmodic opening and closing around their pulsating members creating an experience which neither one of them was likely ever to forget. Nicolette's pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were once more filling the room, and her tousled blonde head lolled from side to side on the rug while her hips began a slow rotation between the two naked boys. The thoroughly aroused stepmother's quaking buttocks ground backward into Devin's loins while her smooth silken belly and breasts moved voluptuously against Kevin; meanwhile the two hotly skewering cocks rose higher and higher within her seething pussy. Nicolette didn't even try to understand the new wave of entrancement that was saturating her whole being. She was only aware that all the pain had left her, and given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ending of her velvety flesh. The drugged young wife was a mass of exquisite moisture between her full creamy thighs as her hips and buttocks undulated and rotated around the two impaling 13-year old cocks.
First Kevin, and then Devin moved his hands down between them to better conjure up the image of their stepmother's moist grasping cunt as it slid up and down their thickened shafts, picturing the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh, pulling out and clinging to both cocks as the wildly aroused young woman screwed backward and forward between them. They seemed to be able to see the silken pussy lips between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her as they swallowed the slippery glistening length of their vital cocks on each slow tantalizing upstroke. The twins listened to their father's wife as her whimpers of uncontrolled delight continued while she labored with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted into a half-smile of sheer joy. She was gone now, completely lost, completely conquered by their superior knowledge, by their vindictive fucking! Wetly sluicing noises rose from their combined loins as Nicolette's secreting cuntal channel received the 13-year old boys' lustful fucking. Her hungry gyrations were making them mad with desire, and they knew they could not go on much longer. Then of a common accord they each pulled their deeply buried cocks from their stepmother, until only the two tips were still penetrating the flushed and swollen lips. Then they plunged forward with every ounce of strength between them, ramming the adulterous housewife with the full aching lengths of their penises, thrusting them high up into Nicolette's helplessly exposed pussy.
"UUUUUUuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhHHH!" Nicolette groaned as they thrust against her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of the twins' excited loins, the one in front of her, the other behind. The lust-hardened cocks rampaged into her receptive pussy like twin jackhammers pushing the unresisting folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before their smooth soft heads. There were long hard plunging strokes into the golden-haired wife's seething vaginal passage now, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped feverishly around the fleshy forms of the twin cocks as they slithered up moistly to defeat her. Nicolette groaned loudly at the complete filling of her stretched passage as the powerful dual thrusting into her grinding cunt continued. Her head rolled wildly now from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight that was lifting her to the very heavens. Nicolette realized suddenly that this was it. She was going to ... yes, it was going to happen, with such unprecedented force that it was agonizing, it was enormous! The sweet build-up inside her mushroomed, spreading to become an immense and overpowering force.
"OOOOOOOH! OH GOD! OOOH! I-I'M GOING TO CUM OH DARLINGS I'M GOING TO CUM YES BOYS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, DARLINGS! I'M CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGG!"
Nicolette pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing at Kevin's tensed driving buttocks, pulling him in a near demented frenzy deeper and deeper within her widespread legs, while Devin pulled against her breasts from behind her, forcing himself upward into the seething pit of her climaxing pussy. The crazed stepmother's obscenely spread cuntal walls opened into a myriad of seeping cells, inundating the sliding pistons within and making their way easier. She grew wild inside with the orgasmic climax that shook her, and her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as it continued, sparkling fireworks of pleasure within her. And then she felt the twins tense and jerk and her head reeled as two hot and powerful jets of boyish sperm burst, filling her entirely with warm wetness, making her streaming pussy clasp and unclasp desperately, milking at the twin cocks like a sucking starving mouth. For a long, long moment there was nothing but their breathing filling the room and then the boys fell away from her, releasing their grip upon their father's wife. Stunned by their first true orgasm, they lay limply on the floor beside Nicolette's soft and still trembling nakedness. Moments later the boys stood up and looked down at the woman their father had married.
"Gee, Mom... you were great!"
"Thanks, Mom! It was the nuts!"
Nicolette blinked as she heard the twins words. The mixture was at last wearing off, and the first acute waves of shame and anger engulfed her. She turned her head in time to see two pairs of naked young buttocks disappearing from the room. The door was closed softly behind them. The full memory of all she had done since the odd feeling had come over her earlier in the bathroom rushed over her, and a giant sob wracked her chilled body. Suddenly the phone was ringing shrilly in the darkened room, and tearfully, hysterically, she was stumbling toward it.
"Hello, Nicolette, my love, this is Rahm! How are you? And how are the boys?"
"Fine... oh fine... We're all just fine!" Nicolette said, holding back bitter tears of terror.
It was another bright sunshiny day in Northern Nevada, and the boys looked forward to it with their usual enthusiasm. They had made several decisions since the day before, and one of them included modifying the formula for their special sauce. They planned to make it a liquid for one thing, and for another, they wanted it to last for a shorter length of time. That way they could be free to use it almost any time, not just during the times when their father was out of town. All day long they worked in the kitchen, and never once did they see Nicolette. Her door had been closed the entire day when they finally hit upon what they decided would be a proper mixture for their aims.
"I didn't get straight A's in chemistry for nothing," bragged Devin to his brother.
"Well, I only got one B myself, and let's just test it out to make sure it's right before we get carried away!"
The boys squabbled as they usually did, but there was an even greater bond between them than before. They had really managed to take themselves over the brink from childhood into manhood, and each felt a special glow about that fact, and self-congratulations were certainly in order. They smiled a lot during their 'work' and seemed to still feel the delightful tingle in their youthful loins that their stepmother had so agilely inspired. Although neither had mentioned it really, they both knew that they had further things in store for their adulterous stepmother, and already a final plan, more drastic than any yet devised, was a promising speck on the horizon.
"Okay... go get the cat!" Devin said at last. "We'll try it out!"
"What's the matter, lover, are you shy? Rahm you like my looks?"
"No, no, it's not that!" Rahm protested. As a matter of fact he liked the exciting brunette's looks quite a bit. What's more they were alone in his hotel room. A present from the contractor. It seemed terrible to think of a human being in this manner, but that was most certainly what Ellen Monsantos was. He thought about Nicolette, his new, young wife, wanting to be back in San Martin with her, not stuck in Reno on business. Before his recent marriage it hadn't seemed hard to travel, but now that he had something special to go back to, it was only annoying to have to spend time away from home.
"Your wife! I bet you're thinking about her, aren't you?" Ellen had noticed the new wedding band on Rahm Martz's ring finger.
Rahm blushed. "Yes," he admitted, "Yes, I guess I was."
Ellen took in the craggy good looks of the middle-aged engineer. She'd been paid, and it looked like she wasn't going to have to do anything for it! But she liked Rahm's looks and thought him a considerable change from her usual clientele. The least she could do was talk to him!
"I know lots of guys think about their wives," she said confidentially, toying with the little pieces of lace that stuck directly between the large shapes of her breasts, breasts that were barely covered by her low-cut dress.
"But most of the time, you know, they think it's not taking away from their wives, it's really adding to the relationship!"
Rahm was really missing Nicolette now, he wanted to call her again. Yesterday's call had been strange, oddly unsatisfying. Even though his new wife had told him she'd been napping and so was a little groggy, she'd sounded odd.
Ellen was continuing, and Rahm was wishing she would leave soon so that he could call Nicolette.
"Yeah, you know some wives are, how do you say it, a little cold. A real hot-blooded guy now, he wants more action than that. Suppose he was to get involved with some other babe, well that's no good. This way, you got no hang-ups, and you get a little fun, too!"
"I'm afraid I've got to make a phone call," Rahm said.
"Gonna' call her huh? Well, that's okay... listen I won't even listen. Who knows, you ever think she might be having a little fun, too?" Ellen chuckled. Her pride was hurt. If this guy thought he was just going to throw her out, he was crazy. She'd leave when she was ready. She had a heavy date later on, but that could wait if necessary.
Rahm felt embarrassed and slightly confused. He didn't want to be downright rude to the girl who'd suddenly appeared at his hotel room. He hated unpleasant scenes.
"Fine," he said in an exasperated tone.
He picked up the phone and asked the hotel operator for his home number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.
"Kevin? Devin? This is Dad. How's everything?"
"Devin, Dad. Everything's just fine."
"What's all that squealing I hear in the background?"
"It's the cat, Dad. Kevin gave her some catnip and she's freaking out!"
"Oh, well, put Nicolette on, will you?"
"Mom? Oh, I don't think she's here, Dad. She went out a little while ago."
"OUT... OUT WHERE?"
"Oh, I don't know... some friends of hers."
"I see, well tell her I called. She can call me later on when she gets in."
"Swell, Dad, I'll be sure to tell her. We'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, around 7:30, I guess."
"So long, Dad!"
Rahm hung up the phone. He felt vaguely uneasy, and somehow depressed and seeing Ellen's svelte figure across the hotel room did not reassure him at all.
For the first time in their short marriage, Rahm was really worried, even though he knew he had no good reason to be. Nicolette certainly had a right to go out with a friend. But the fact that she had made him think about the difference in their ages. Perhaps marrying a girl so much younger than he would have its problems after all. Even if the problems were only in his head, they were still problems.
Ellen turned and came back with two full glasses.
"Bourbon and soda," she announced, "Out, huh?"
"I thought you weren't going to listen," Rahm replied, taking a glass.
"Oh, you didn't believe that, did you?" Ellen asked sitting down beside him and laughing close to his ear. It was a soft, sensuous sound that caused a chill to run up and down Rahm's spine.
"No... I guess I didn't," he replied pleasantly.
The orange cat streaked past Nicolette and out the front door, bumping into her legs and just narrowly avoided running into Tina's. The two women entered the living room and nervously Nicolette turned on the lights. She'd persuaded her old girlfriend, Tina, to return home with her after meeting her for a drink in a tavern in town. It was clear to Tina that her old school chum was in some kind of trouble, but she had never quite gotten out of her exactly what it was. Something to do with her husband's twin boys, but Tina couldn't imagine that the boys would cause Nicolette that much trouble. But then she knew very little about children, so she was willing to go along with Nicolette's request to sleep over with her one night until her husband returned from Reno.
"Gee, Nicolette!" the pert redhead exclaimed, "What a swell house! You sure are lucky!"
Nicolette was too upset to secretly gloat over her friend's envious statement. Somehow what once might have been a moment of triumph left the disturbed blonde bride cold.
"What would you like Tina, a drink, coffee... anything..."
"I could go for another drink. Hey, I'll bet that TV's color ... right?"
"Yes... turn it on if you want to!" Nicolette disappeared into the kitchen. It was spotless. No sign of the extensive hours the children had put in there.
"How about a daiquiri?" she called back from the kitchen."
It was the first bottle that Nicolette spotted, and it seemed easiest just to grab for it. She didn't realize. of course, that any of the bottles in the liquor cabinet would have created the same effect for her.
"Say, where are those two little monsters anyway?" Tina asked as Nicolette returned to the room with the drinks.
"I... I guess they're in their room. Asleep, I hope!"
"Gee, it's terrible that you don't get along! I mean everything could be so perfect! Say, this drink is great!" Tina settled into the deep sofa, her short skirt revealed almost the entire length of her sleek, tanned thighs. She could have gone out with Paul tonight, but this was proving more fun. Just hanging out in such a beautiful place, Tina couldn't help but hope that some of the elegance would rub off on her. The daiquiri tasted really good and the prospect that before the evening was out she might hear some interesting tidbits of gossip from her friend was decidedly titillating.
"So tell me more about your husband. What's his name again, Rahm?"
Nicolette was distracted. Her head had been fuzzy all day long and now it was beginning to throb again the way it had when she'd first awakened around 2p that afternoon. The same doubts about her sanity were returning even though her friend was there. Had she imagined everything? she wondered for the umpteenth time that day. But the soreness between her legs and the scratches on her smooth creamy body were evidence enough to tell her that everything that she remembered was real. But what had come over her? What strange lapse had made her succumb to such horrible desires? She knew that she'd been feeling frustrated, but certainly not to that extent? Or had she suddenly turned into some kind of nymphomaniac?
"Hey, Nicolette, I'm talking to you!" Tina suspected that there was really something wrong between Nicolette and her new husband, but that the pretty blonde was shy about coming right out and saying it. The television set droned on in the background as the two women sipped their drinks and Nicolette tried to assure Tina that there was nothing wrong between Rahm and herself.
"Say, Nicolette, how'd it be if I brought my boyfriend over here to meet you one night. You and Rahm I mean. It would be nice, huh?" Tina was beginning to wish that she had gone out with Paul. She could feel a mellow warmth in the pit of her belly that signaled the start of desire for the ardent caresses she'd come to expect from Paul. He picked her up every night after work usually, and they'd go to her apartment and make passionate love until it was time to go out and get something to eat. Sometimes Tina would make them spaghetti or something like that and they'd stay in, and on nights when Paul didn't have the early shift at his job he might stay over.
The small redhead had a compulsive urge to talk about Paul now since she couldn't be with him.
"And he's real cute, Nicolette," she said.
"That would be nice," Nicolette said running her fingers through her blonde curls. "You two could come to dinner. Maybe next week, Tina." That funny pulsing deep in her well-used pussy was starting again, and Nicolette's throat felt dry, and as she drank more of the daiquiri she found that she was salivating too much. Tina was going on and on about her boyfriend and Nicolette hardly listened. She was having trouble focusing again, and she felt she ought to go into her bedroom, but she didn't feel she had the strength to stand. Suddenly snatches of Tina's conversation were reaching her, and the young girl's words struck her with the impact of tiny arrows which stimulated and teased wherever they hit.
"And Nicolette, trust me, he has got THE biggest cock you'll ever see! Oh god, you'd have to see it to believe it! And you know, he knows just how to slide it inside me. Not too fast, you know... nice and slow, and by the time he's all the way in, for crissakes, I'm nearly out of my skull! And he can go on for hours... really, I'm not just making it up. I measured him once and his cock is 11.25 inches long and 8.75 inches in girth - no exaggeration!
"Boy, what a workout! Whenever I see him... just see him, Nicolette, you know? He makes me get all sticky down there just wanting him, and all I can think of is spreading my legs wide and saying, Paul baby, come and get me!" To Nicolette's distorted vision it seemed as if the young redhead were writhing about on the sofa next to her. The girl's words seemed to be exciting her and her fingers had begun to move up and down the trim outline of her tightly encased body. Tina's dress left little to the imagination, and Nicolette could see the outline of the other woman's breasts, the hard, little nipples, and the full round forms that surrounded them. Her soft little belly seemed to quiver as she spoke, and between her long, exposed legs, Nicolette could imagine a tight redheaded little cunt, not unlike her own.
"Jeez, Nicolette, I feel so... so funny! All horny-like, you know?"
Although she did not answer, Nicolette knew what her guest meant, for she herself was having a hard time keeping her hands from an intimate self-caress not unlike what she had attempted the day before.
"JEEZ... HEY, MAYBE I OUGHT TO SEE IF I CAN GET AHOLD OF PAUL ON THE PHONE!"
Nicolette spoke then. Her voice was hazy, low and smoky. "Why call him. We don't need him, do we? We've got each other!"
Nicolette's fingers moved slowly to the other woman's breasts, two hands that were soft and feminine cupping the twin mounds of flesh eagerly and holding their warmth as the blonde housewife stared into her friend's grey-green eyes.
"Oooooooh!" Tina cooed, her hands covering Nicolette's, moving them as she squirmed beneath the other woman's touch. "That feels nice, Nicolette. I never thought I would like a woman before... but you... you're so... so pretty..." Tina's words were slurred and jumbled together, but Nicolette wasn't paying any attention anyway. She was undoing the back zipper of the other woman's dress, and finding that Tina was just as eager to help her as she was to get the restricting dress off. As the dress came off, the creamy, brown-tanned flesh of Tina's breasts became fully visible, and then the thin, indented waist that gave onto full shapely hips, a soft curving stomach with its deeply indented belly-button, and below the curl fringed red hair, the same color as that on her head that formed the triumphant triangle of the young girl's quivering pussy. Nicolette's head dipped low as she compulsively took one cherry tipped nipple into her mouth, beginning to suck ferociously upon it as she slowly squeezed and massaged the other with her fingers. It felt so good to be with a woman! It was something that Nicolette had never even considered before, but now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world! And what was more, the desire she felt had an extra bittersweet aura about it that Nicolette could not resist.
"Ooooooh... ohhhhhh!" Tina's fingers were moving, reciprocating as she pulled against her friend's sweater, and finally lifted it up over her head. Nicolette shook her blonde curls out as the pink cashmere sweater came off. She reached back herself to undo her bra clasp and as the lacy white cups fell away her tingling naked breasts were exposed to the other girl's sight.
"Oh, lovely!" Tina cried, leaning over to kiss Nicolette's full, soft mounds of flesh. Nicolette felt the heat rising in great gusts inside her, and even as Tina was kissing her, she wriggled impatiently out of her skirt and pants, and with one tormented lunge, found herself sprawled over the redhead's petite body upon the wide sofa. Breast to breast, belly to belly, Nicolette squirmed and smoothed her nakedness over the other woman's. It felt like heaven. Nothing she had ever experienced with a man could so compare with the soft roundness of another woman's curves against hers.
"Ohhh, baby, baby, baby!" Tina was cooing, as the softly quivering flesh over hers made her grow more and more excited. Nicolette's pink lips parted to meet hers, and the redheaded girl opened her mouth wide in acceptance, her tongue sweeping out to encompass Nicolette's in a delicious mingling of wetness. Slowly Nicolette began to grind her loins against Tina's as the rising excitement between them told her that satisfaction was on its way for both of them. Her golden-curled cunt spread and closed with each ardent rub against Tina's redheaded mound, and the sheer pressure created a friction against the steadily blossoming little clit that each woman owned. Tender inner flesh spread against tender inner flesh, coral and pink hued, the women close as twins, mated their glistening and undulating pussies with a rhythmic joy that grew more and more voluptuous as the moments passed. Neither one of them noticed the two young boys who had silently taken their places across from the sofa, each sitting in an easy chair, naked as the day they were born some thirteen years before. The twins' hot burning eyes took in the sensuous scene between the two women, and silently, but excitedly, they stored the knowledge they were gaining for future reference. Their already stimulated penises gave a jump as they saw their stepmother under the influence of their newly modified drug slide down along the little redhead's trembling form to look down between her parted legs. Judging from the cat's reaction to the new mixture, this 'sauce' ought to be a softer experience, and ought to not last as long. Time would tell.
Tina was moaning soft words of encouragement to her married friend, and the boys could see the vulnerably displayed vaginal slit that seemed to glow between her legs beneath the reddish gold of her pubic hair. Obediently, Tina kept her shapely legs apart, looking up starry-eyed at the slightly older woman. Nicolette was twenty-one and Tina had just turned twenty. The young redhead felt a strong outpouring of love for Nicolette, a love she'd never thought herself capable of for anyone, much less another woman. She cried out with delight now as Nicolette's fingers tentatively touched her keenly aroused vaginal lips. Then the young housewife's fingers began to explore the moistly seeping pit of Tina's warm, soft cunt, making hotly searing contact with every little cranny of the young sensitive organ so used to Paul's huge raging cock. With a tickling touch, Nicolette's thumb smoothed over and around Tina's tiny sensation-filled clit, as her other fingers began to slip tantalizingly up into the nakedly exposed tightness of the redhead's curl-trimmed pussy.
The boys could see their beautiful stepmother's passion- distorted features, those gently swaying breasts with tips like tiny strawberries, that brightly curling 'vee' of her vitally moved pussy. God, she was magnificent, they had to admit, despite the lack of affection they felt for their father's new wife. Nicolette was warming to her task, her shamefully probing and worming fingers were now moving all the way inside Tina's acquiescing young cunt... sliding higher and higher up between the younger girl's nakedly quivering thighs. Eventually she wedged her entire naked body in between Tina's shapely legs, pressing her big, firm breasts up against Tina's moistening genitals as she did so!
"IT'S WONDERFUL!" Nicolette murmured to herself surprised that she could think of the sensuous feel of another woman as so pleasurable. So soft... and so wet! she thought, twisting and teasing her fingers within the tightly contracted hairy pussy of her school friend.
And then a spark ignited between the two women, stronger than what had gone before. Tina began to cry out with delight feeling her aching pussy feverishly responding to the gently twirling fingers high up inside it. There was something subtle and yet strong about the feeling and it awakened inside the aroused redheaded girl incredibly thrilling spasms of lust that soared and climbed up and down the length of her body. With a small shiver of surrender, Tina's legs suddenly relaxed even more and voluntarily stretched wider apart. As she gazed into Nicolette's face, she read upon it an unmistakably lewd expression. Yes, Nicolette was enjoying it as much as she was! The feelings were growing more and more intense and Tina only wanted to feel more and more of her old chum's fingers high in her softly tingling cunt. Helplessly she writhed, wantonly enjoying the erotic attention of the other woman.
"Look at them go!" Devin whispered to Kevin, an excited gleam in his eyes.
"They're really getting at it!" Kevin replied, huskily. Glancing sideways the 13-year old saw that his twin had the same enormously rigid erection he had. But he quickly turned back to the sensually stimulating play they had instigated between the two women. It had been pure chance that Nicolette had brought a friend back with her, but they had counted on her having a drink of something that evening. The fact was that they'd both downed a goodly portion of the 'sauce' in the daiquiri bottle. The sight of their adulterous stepmother and her friend, two luscious women with passionate expressions upon their faces, writhing obscenely upon the sofa started incredible aches in the boys' testicles as their heavily swollen cocks pulsed licentiously. They felt as though they couldn't breathe, their sweet boyish faces bathed in perspiration as they gazed mesmerized at the incredibly exciting scene before them. They heard Tina moan softly and deliriously as Nicolette continued her ardent finger-fucking, probing the warm, moist recesses of the younger girl's willingly splayed cunt! Strangled gasps came from Tina's lips as the tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the sofa, and her passion-flooded red-haired pussy began to quiver with a stormy release of steaming orgasmic moisture. Unconsciously the boys began to let their clasping fingers move up and down the blood engorged shafts of their wildly aching cocks.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH... OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Tina cried. She gave herself up with shattering certainty to Nicolette's wildly slaving fingers, at last at the breaking point. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting fingering of her nakedly climaxing pussy pushed deeper and deeper, pounding repeatedly against the redhead's wildly sucking cuntal walls. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, overflooding and overflowing. Her mind and her soul and her body were swallowed in swirling hot flashes and drowning in a blissful pool of ecstasy. Long moments later as the two women lay sweetly entwined and Tina came to groggily, she whispered up into Nicolette's shell- like ear, "Now me... let me do you now!"
"Please!" Nicolette replied, "Please!"
Ellen sensed Rahm Martz's throbbing reactions and began to suck at the older man's hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they scraped the skin. God, she thought, I practically had to force him into it, and I'm really getting a charge out of it. It was unusual for the young call girl to feel anything when she was out on a job, contrary to the excitement she felt when she was with her own boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. But tonight something was different. She guessed it was just her pride, but still and all, she was getting an inordinate amount of pleasure from Rahm's thrusting cock. The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she sucked and she could feel the tension mounting in her loins as she longed for completion down there.
Rahm looked down at the girl's lust-twisted face, and at her dark hair curling against pale cheeks. His fingers lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his own hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovalled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. It was wrong to be doing this, to have let her persuade him, and yet he wouldn't stop what was happening for the world. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly and expertly with one hand while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base and she sucked rhythmically up and down. CHRIST! He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at its tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Rahm Martz, flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call girl's head moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she was simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in little gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from behind. She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt and stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an impromptu striptease a short while before. For a moment Rahm wondered if Nicolette would do such a thing to him. He'd never dared ask her, but just the thought that his wife might be persuaded to do such a thing sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins. He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Ellen would not leave until something happened, and when she'd noted his hesitancy to touch her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on the sofa and started it, kneeling between his legs, sucking his half-aroused cock until it was ablaze with desire. Now she slipped her hands beneath Rahm's tense buttocks, cupping them in her palms, pulling his loins tighter to her face as her tongue slipped around and around the swollen tip furiously. Rahm felt it pushing near the bursting point while Ellen took nearly all of his ten-inch cock as far back in her throat as was humanly possible. It had occurred to him before that by doing this he was not exactly unfaithful to his wife, but now this strange dream was to be shattered as Ellen suddenly gave a wild cry and let his bobbing cock slip from between her lips. With a swift and graceful movement the young dark-haired girl had positioned herself upon his lap, and with one well placed thrust, the full blunt-tipped shaft of his cock sank high up into her receptively clenching pussy. Ellen's arms wound tight about him, her lips pressed intensely against his, her tongue moving rapidly as again and again she slammed herself up and down upon his rising penis, hard, long strokes, letting Rahm's ever expanding cock caress the smooth inner walls of her cuntal channel.
The bluntly pounding tip found its mark as she thrust herself down upon it, forcing the rock-hard penis deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss for both the call girl and the newly married engineer. The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through the young girl's soft, white body to the core of her very innermost being. Rahm began to grunt and groan along with his visitor as he pumped harder up into her downward spiraling pussy, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his testicles. Rahm could hear his own strangling noises forcing their way from his throat. Christ, she was making him cum! He writhed his hips furiously. NOW! NOW! He felt the needle-thin stream of white hot sperm rush from his balls along the length of his fiercely fucking shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into the girl's greedily accepting hairy cunt. Ellen thrust her buttocks down onto the beautifully expanded cock within her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her trembling body contracted when her orgasm hit, and she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. A squeal came from deep inside her chest and the unleashed pressure inside her exploded in torrents of bliss as she convulsively clutched at Rahm. Together they ground out the final spasm of desire until at last there was no more left.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Ellen said at last when several minutes had passed.
Nicolette awoke with the vivid memory of the evening before imprinted upon her brain. She blushed once more as she thought of the passion her old school friend had brought out in her. It was so strange, and so upsetting. Still, Nicolette could not deny that the experience had been something completely out of the ordinary ... something completely special that would haunt her for a long while to come. She was thankful that only she and not Tina had seen the twins tiptoeing from the living room, returning to their own rooms after having watched their fill. Her hatred for their meddling seemed to have grown a hundredfold and it was with difficulty that she even thought about them. How she had ever allowed the perverted little bastards to touch her, let alone force her into a lewd act of submissive intercourse was beyond her, and once more the doubts about her sanity, the confusion of wondering what on earth she ought to do, besieged the twenty-one year old bride. She'd known many friends who were in analysis, and now she thought of calling one of them to get the number of a psychiatrist who might be able to help her. Still, this morning she didn't feel nearly as groggy as the day before, and Nicolette hoped it meant she would not have any more of the disturbing spells! She rose around noon, her usual time, and took a cold shower. Beneath the jets of cool water, she could not help remembering Tina's fingers at her breasts, and she wondered what the other woman was doing that day. Nicolette didn't have to wait long to find out, for when she got out of the shower the telephone rang and it was Tina. Would she want to come over for lunch at her place? Nicolette accepted, unable to shake the pleasurable memory of the other woman's body close to hers. Perhaps it would happen again, only this time she would be away from the house, away from the dreadful twins! A short while later she was dressed in a becoming summer pants-suit and a straw hat for the sun. Instead of going into the kitchen to make coffee she decided she would have some at Tina's. She would stay out late, and that way Rahm would be home by the time she got back. But before she got out the front door she heard a small voice behind her.
"Going to get some more pussy, Mom?"
Nicolette whirled. Both Devin and Kevin were standing in the doorway to their room, grinning ear to ear like Cheshire cats.
"I'll get even with you spying bastards!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her normally pretty face distorted by an ugly grimace. "I'll get your father to send you away. You'll be lucky if you get back even on holidays when I've finished. God, how I hate you little runts!"
But the boys' laughter echoed in her ears even after she had slammed out the door, and her threatening words seemed hollow and meaningless. Nevertheless she rushed toward the waiting car and her friend's house and warm welcoming arms. Inside the house the boys lounged around for some time before Kevin finally spoke. "You hear what she said about sending us away?"
"Sure I heard it. I'm not deaf," replied Devin, he was cleaning a pair of his old tennis shoes.
"Well, we gotta do something, right?"
"Right!" Devin agreed.
Together they slowly developed what seemed like a good idea to them, and then they set off for the local swimming pool to cool off.
"We'll see who sends who away!" Devin giggled as the two boys bicycled down the road.
At 7p the helicopter landed at Kerimain airport and the tired engineer got off. His car was waiting in the nearby parking lot and he headed wearily toward it. He felt oddly old and defeated, even though the building plans were going well. The encounter with Ellen had profoundly depressed him, and after the aggressive girl had left his hotel room, the middle-aged husband had felt used, and one question had burned hotly in his mind. What was Nicolette doing that night? He still thought about that as he drove home on the freeway, and Rahm was glad that soon he would be home seeing Nicolette and that soon all his fears would be allayed, and his new wife would be close to him again. He scolded himself for being so apprehensive. Surely everything would turn out just fine, despite the growing awareness that his new bride's sexual drives were somewhat stronger than his. He felt that tonight he would certainly be ready for her when he got home. A sense of anxiety and guilt encouraged his desire for Nicolette as he made the turn for San Martin and headed for his home. It was a considerable disappointment to him to find when he arrived at 7:30p that his wife's temporary car was not in the driveway. His heart pounding anxiously, Rahm let himself into the house.
The boys had dinner waiting.
"Hi Dad... welcome home!"
"Where's Nicolette?" he asked. The last thing he felt like doing was eating, but after washing his hands, he sat down at the table anyway.
"Oh, Mom's out with a friend. She ought to be back soon!" Kevin replied.
"What friend is this that she's seeing so much of?"
"Oh, I think she has lots of different ones!" Devin replied ambiguously.
Rahm tried some of his lamb chop, cooked to perfection by the twins, but he still wasn't hungry. There was an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if there were a hole there.
"Have you seen any of these... uh... friends?" he asked, fearful as to what the answer might be.
"Well, last night she brought one of them home with her. He was kinda weird, named Nathan I think," Devin mumbled while chewing his chop.
"Uh..." Rahm choked and stood up. "Listen boys, I'm not much in the mood for eating. I think I'll just go in and lie down until Nicolette comes back. Thanks for fixing dinner though. It's pretty good!"
"Well, Dad, we were hoping to get a chance to talk to you about Mom. She's been acting strange lately, and we thought you ought to know."
"Strange... how strange?" Rahm asked, halfway toward the living room.
"Uh, well, it's hard to describe, Dad!"
"Well, perhaps I'd better wait then and discuss it when Nicolette returns."
Rahm just couldn't bear discussing his pretty new wife with the boys. All he wanted was for her to return and to tell him that everything was all right, that there was no reason for this terrible feeling of impending doom that he had.
The door closed behind him and Devin and Kevin looked at each other. Now that Dad had gotten back before Nicolette it was going to be a little harder, but somehow they would manage anyway.
A short while later Kevin knocked on his Dad's door and entered the room. Rahm was lying on the bed, but was not asleep.
"Forgot to replace the toothpaste for Mom, Dad. I'll just put it over her sink."
"Fine, son." It was touching how devoted the boys were to Nicolette. Rahm closed his eyes once more and sighed. Why didn't she come home?
The toothpaste securely in place, Kevin exited and said good night to his father.
Rahm was suddenly very tired... the plane trip, the helicopter, the bustle of Reno, all had conspired to make his return home a let down, especially since his wife hadn't even been there to greet him. It wasn't that he'd been that far away or away all that long... it was just the principle of the thing. He drifted into a half-sleep, and just as he was on the brink of a profound sleep, the door opened and Nicolette came into the room. For some reason he lay still as though he were sound asleep, watching her as she moved.
Nicolette paused over the bed and thinking her husband to be asleep yawned and went into the bathroom. Christ, that girl could go on forever! Not that Nicolette was complaining about Tina, she had thoroughly enjoyed her lunch, and had stayed on until now, renewing the intimate contact the two women had known the night before. Thinking about Tina, Nicolette began to undress, taking off her pants-suit and revealing the total lack of any underwear underneath to her husband on the bed. Never suspecting that she was being watched, Nicolette rubbed her palm appreciatively against the golden mound of her pussy, and then turned to go into the bathroom. The light flicked on, and she stepped into the shower, rubbing away the traces of her female companion's perfume as quickly as she could.
Then stepping out of the warm water, Nicolette opened up the new tube of toothpaste she found over her sink and began to brush her teeth.
The taste of the toothpaste was oddly familiar, but pleasant, and Nicolette brushed lengthily, knowing that there would be alcohol on her breath as well as the familiar scent of another woman's excitement.
Refreshed and ready for bed, Nicolette padded barefoot back into the bedroom, and slipped between the sheets on the other side of her husband.
"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Rahm asked.
Nicolette jumped. "Oh, Rahm, are you awake? You seemed to be sleeping so well that I didn't want to disturb you... How are you darling, welcome back!"
Nicolette's voice sounded false on Rahm's sensitive ears, and as Nicolette leaned forward to kiss him, he roughly pulled her to him.
"What the hell have you been doing? Why weren't you here when I got back?"
"Rahm, you're hurting my hair. Let go!" Nicolette felt frightened. She'd never heard Rahm use this tone of voice with her and a new side of his personality was making itself known to her.
"Answer me! Who is it you've been out with?"
"Tina... my old friend Tina, you've heard me talk about her. I was lonesome... cooped up here with those... kids. I needed someone to talk to!"
The tingling began in the lower pit of Nicolette's belly and she knew she was having another attack. Desperately, she tried to persuade Rahm that he had nothing to be upset about. She apologized profusely for having been late in getting home, and when her husband let go of her hair she could not help beginning to rub her naked body licentiously against his clothed form.
Before much time had passed, she was begging and pleading with her husband, "Oh, Rahm, fuck me... fuck me, quick... please, please, do something!"
In spite of the many doubts he had about Nicolette, Rahm was aroused by the beautiful young woman's agitated motions upon his prone body, and he began to fondle and kiss her, feeling the sleek, white nakedness of her flesh responding to his touches and hearing her urging him to do more. Hastily, Nicolette helped Rahm out of his clothing, and while he lay back she moved swiftly and surely over him, letting his hard cock penetrate the widespread lips of her besieged cunt, rising rapidly up and down over and over again, squealing and gurgling as her lust was satisfied again and still again, and still Rahm managed to remain hard and to refrain from cumming.
"Oh, baby, oh honey, oh Rahm, oh sweetheart! Oh, it's good, it's so good... oh can you do it more and more and more... I've got to cum one more time... just one more time!"
Rahm continued to give his young wife the hard thrusting that she demanded, as she wildly spun and flung herself down upon him over and over again. And then finally, exhaustion overtook him, and the strain of withholding his orgasm had drained all desire and excitement from him. Still, he climaxed with an unsatisfactory feeling, knowing for sure that something was wrong now. His ejaculation over, the tired engineer fell into the relief of a deep and dark sleep.
"Oh no, lover! No... no... not yet... not yet!" Nicolette cooed. But she saw that it was too late. Rahm's limp penis slid from the seething orifice of her flooded pussy, leaving the drugged wife with a horrible need still untouched within her straining loins.
Hurriedly, she climbed from Rahm's still body and stood in the middle of the room. She knew what she had to do, no matter how distasteful it might have seemed to her under ordinary circumstances.
Slipping from the room, she padded out into the living room. Her naked body glistening with perspiration, her breathing coming in jagged, uneven bursts as she tried to deal with the mounting desire within her drugged system. Knowing that within the house there was only one answer to her immediate problem, Nicolette headed for the twins' room. Utterly ignoring the dark interior of the room, which she had never even really seen before due to a complete lack of interest in the thirteen year olds, Nicolette headed directly toward the two still forms that lay in the twin beds on the opposite side of the room.
"BOTH OF YOU WAKE UP! I'VE GOT TO HAVE BOTH OF YOU!"
"What are you doing, Mom?"
"Oh, Mom, we couldn't possibly do anything like that!"
"Stop it, Mom, stop it!"
"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT! GOT TO! YOU LITTLE BRATS! DO YOU HEAR ME!"
"Stop, Mom! Stop!"
Even through the deep sleep that had overcome him in the next room, Rahm could hear the loud noises. They seemed, in fact, to be right in the room with him. Almost as if there were a speaker system there leading from one room to the next. Rahm woke up in a cold sweat, hearing his sons' strident calls for help, and his wife's words becoming more and more lewd. At first it seemed a terrible nightmare, and it was clear that there was no one in his bedroom, Rahm ran outside into the living room. The door to the boys' room was open, and he dashed inside.
Devin and Kevin in varying states of undress were clearly attempting to defend themselves against their new mother's attack, as they scampered to the opposite ends of the room to try to escape Nicolette's clutching hands. With one excited lunge, however, Nicolette reached forward and grabbed hold of young Devin's leg, pulling him over and down onto the mattress of his bed, and quickly reaching inside his pajamas to find his youthful penis. Her head darted down, her parched lips widened to accept her stepson's swelling cock in her mouth, her seeking, hungry, sucking mouth. While Kevin leaped upon her back in an attempt to pull her away from his brother.
"Help! Help!" Kevin cried, as Nicolette turned on him and managed with her superior strength to get him down on his back. The excited 21-year old blonde then pushed her nakedness forward and began to writhe lewdly upon the twins on the bed. While her husband watched in an abject state of shock, Nicolette cried out to the boys, "Oh fuck me, oh suck me, oh do anything to me! Just do it! God, I think I'm going to die! Rahm just lie there! Do something!"
Incensed by the obscene sight before him, Rahm's face grew redder and redder. The lewdly writhing twin surfaces of his wife's totally exposed buttocks before him enraged him still further. He had to take some sort of action, and the first action that came to him was brutal and hideous, but fitting for a woman who was trying to debauch his young sons, he thought.
"I'll do something!" he cried, advancing upon them. "Devin and Kevin, you get out of here! I'll take care of her!"
"Gee, Dad!" Devin and Kevin declared innocently, in unison, slipping out from under their momentarily distracted stepmother's enormous swaying G-cup breasts.
They scuttled away easily, themselves frightened by the look upon their father's face. In all the time they'd known him they'd never quite seen him like this!
Devin and Kevin went to the door, but instead of leaving as they'd been told, they remained, too curious to miss what would happen next.
Nicolette saw the awful look her new husband's face bore and she knew despite the terrific lust brewing in her veins that she had erred hopelessly. Somehow everything had gone wrong, and this was the moment of truth!
Everything she'd worked so hard to attain was now really down the drain, and what was more she felt that she was in great danger of being physically harmed by the normally gentle, understanding middle-aged man she'd married.
"Oh, God. Oh God... let me explain... Rahm, please let me explain!" she wailed.
"I've had all the explanation I need," Rahm replied, tight- lipped, his face now ashen white. Nicolette tried to be sweet, charming, alluring. "Oh, Rahm... darling... please..." Her fingers went up to Rahm's face, but her touch enraged him so that Rahm twisted her arm around, until she was forced to turn her entire body about, until she was lying on her breasts and belly on one of the boys' beds.
"NO, RAHM, NONONONO!" she cried. "Oh, let me go... please let me go... I PROMISE YOU IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!"
"Get up on your knees and I'll give you something that you'll never - God, no, never forget!" Rahm cried out.
Cringing helplessly forward, Nicolette obeyed slowly, her knees quavering as she raised her creamy mounds high on the bed. She looked back at her husband with an expression of sheer terror, feeling that she was about to receive the thrashing of her life. But Rahm had other things in mind. Beating was too good for Nicolette, he felt, and only something particularly suited to her crime would suffice.
"You thought you had a good thing going, didn't you?" Rahm asked, his voice bitter and his eyes filled with loathing for the beautiful young creature who knelt lewdly upon the bed in his sons' room.
From her uncomfortable position on the bed, terror struck deep in Nicolette's heart. "Oh, Rahm, please don't say things like that to me... Oh, Rahm!" she whimpered.
Everything was muddled in her mind. It didn't seem possible that she could be finding herself in this situation. And yet didn't her wanton actions indicate that something was wrong? Still, even before the strange spells, Nicolette had to admit to herself that she had been restless enough to accept the magazine salesman's intimate embraces, and if she had not been caught by the twins, it would have been fun having him back, time and time again. Rahm was right to be furious with her, but God, what was she going to do now? How could she ever start her life over again? Without Rahm's benevolent protection, without anything? Rahm peered down at Nicolette's white, widespread buttocks deciding that he would punish the lovely young girl he'd been so in love with in a manner which she would never ever forget. How many times had she betrayed him in the short weeks of their marriage. Rahm hesitated to even wager a guess. He'd been so anxious to keep her happy, so hopeful that she would return the deep love he felt for her. But she had been insatiable, so insatiable that she had gone into his sons' room to attack them when he had fallen asleep! It was unspeakable! Unthinkable! Perhaps she'd even been in their room before! The boys had said something about their new mother acting strange, and he'd paid no attention to that!
"YOU SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He was naked behind his adulterous new bride, his once dormant penis now bulging thick with big veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened ten-inch shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of the 21-year old's full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and licked the small pink opening of her tiny, puckered ass.
"NNNNNNNNNN...!" Nicolette shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back there. It seemed so obscene that Rahm should be doing such a thing to her, and yet, deep inside the little thrills created by the 'sauce' she'd consumed in her toothpaste began to sprout once more. How could she protest when she knew that she deserved this from Rahm. He was her husband, and she could not deny that she had been unfaithful... more than that, she had committed an unforgivable act of bestiality, fornicating with a dog! And the family dog at that! More than that she had known mindless delights with her husband's children, accepting their slender boyish cocks high up within the moist, willing confines of her womb, and had made passionate love with another woman, not once, but twice. Now her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her defenselessly spread asscheeks sent chills running through her.
"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Rahm withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown opening. Nicolette's long, beautiful legs were spread far apart, so far that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined at her loins. Then suddenly the new bride felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her ass and she realized with alarm that Rahm was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden surge of fear Nicolette realized that he was going to push it all the way into her. She tried to wiggle away from him as his middle finger began to turn in the deep channel of her tightly clenched ass, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.
"NNNNNNnnnnghhhh!" Nicolette groaned. The pain in her unused passage was indeed horrid and even worse was the very idea of what Rahm was doing!
But Rahm pulled her buttocks back up in the air, when she tried to scramble away, or lean forward to escape his touch. He made his guilty young wife remain in the humiliating position that made her rear passage so wide open to his lewd fondling.
"What's the matter? Rahm you like it? You were begging for something... for anything... well this is something!"
The watching twins cowered by the door, wondering if perhaps they had gone too far in their little trap. To their amazement their father had turned into a cool, appraising madman. They had not quite expected that. But they decided to watch it all to the very end, in case they might be able to be of some assistance in one way or another.
"NnnnnnnNNNNNNGHHHHHH!" Nicolette grunted, more softly now, and the boys could see that their father had removed his finger from their stepmother's back passage, and that he had replaced it with the hard knob of his pounding cock. They could see that his penis was beet red from the effort of trying to slip into the tight cringing little hole that nestled between their new mother's pale and trembling buttocks.
"Jeez!" said Kevin.
"Goddamn...," Devin whispered under his breath.
Nicolette's face reddened. She seemed so very exposed, so vulnerable. Tears ran down her cheeks and her long, blonde hair fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows but every now and then she would pitch forward, propelled by Rahm's huge hammering penis. It was only in about a quarter of an inch, but the pain in her virginal back passage was more than she could bear.
"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life... fuck you in that tight little ass of yours; the one you sit on all day long except when you're shaking it for someone else!" Rahm whispered, huskily.
Rahm's words stung and echoed in Nicolette's ears and her pink, flushed body trembled uncontrollably from the pain in her ass.
Rahm let his fingers roam teasingly all over Nicolette's beautiful legs, her hips and her belly, and both of them sensed that it was for the sake of memory... that it was perhaps the last time he would be touching her. Nicolette felt her skin crawling everywhere Rahm touched. She whimpered softly now, wondering if he would ever be finished with her, and yet not wanting it to end, for at the end, she felt was an abyss of darkness in which Rahm would not care what happened to her.
Then his hands slipped into the warm, hairy lips beneath Nicolette's pale white belly, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her hairy cunt.
Simultaneously, Rahm began to rock and to push, rock and push, worming forward all the time, pulling Nicolette's helplessly exposed body back to him so that within moments the hot tip of his penetrating penis surged forward all the way up into the depths of the young girl's tightly resisting ass.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Nicolette twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red-hot searing pain in her ass, but Rahm's thick cock was cruelly sinking further and further into the tight, dark virginity of her back passage and the shameful pain flared up to include every portion of her being.
The young woman felt weak and debilitated as though she would never be able to hold up under this lewd assfucking. Behind her she could feel Rahm beginning to warm to his task, moaning out lustfully behind her in a voice she'd never heard him use before.
"UUUUuuuuuughhhhhh! Fuck back... fuck back!" he growled out.
Weakly at first, and then with more and more assurance, Nicolette did as she was told, while nearby the twins watched with increasing interest. With each vicious stab from behind, the young wife tried to screw her quivering buttocks back into the pain. Perhaps, soon, it would be all over. Perhaps then this one would be the last, horrid stroke! But it was not over, and Nicolette's cries of distress began to trail off as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to ignite a masochistic spark deep within her. The drugged wife's belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening and something about even this ghastly punishment released that hidden torrent of lust that had lain buried inside her. She could visualize herself almost as though she were someone watching herself lewdly kneeling, her full firmly-rounded asscheeks quivering high in the air while her angered husband thrust mercilessly, over and over again, into her once-virgin passage.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn! OOOOOooooohhhhhh!" Nicolette began to cry and the sounds were quite different now. At the door to their room, watching the entire scene the boys were relieved to hear their stepmother's cries and to know that she was enjoying the brutal act that their father was committing. The disheveled blonde's arousal was most apparent, even to Rahm, who was himself mesmerized by the sight of his hugely swollen penis as it entered and exited from the tightly stretched nether ring of his wife's anal passage. Nicolette's straining mounds had begun to twist and bounce beneath him, offering him encouragement as the haunted woman wagged herself back at her husband in open invitation to ravishment. Rahm was slithering deep inside her, deeper than he had ever thought that he could go. And it felt damned good and tight!
"Rahm stop, Rahm! Rahm ever stop. I love it... I love it!" Nicolette suddenly blurted out in helpless surrender. It felt incredible. Like no pleasure she'd ever known... different from regular lovemaking and satisfying in every way.
"OH MY GOD RAHM... OH RAHM DARLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT..." Nicolette's wild entreaty was interrupted. For the first time in her life she was experiencing something very rare, an anal orgasm. But that was what it was. It spread most definitely from the filled nether passage of her ass to the tingling inner passage of her pussy, and then began to spiral and grow as Nicolette moaned and danced obscenely back toward her husband's wetly skewering cock, her knees quaking, and her heart palpitating as the frenzied delight spread to every portion of her nakedly gyrating body.
"Oh my God, yes... oh yes..." Nicolette hissed softly, and Rahm's fingers dropped down around the keening, blonde wife's thighs to manipulate the passion moistened prissy, toying teasingly, increasing her orgasm with his fingers.
At the door, the boys watched as their father thrust one more time, then again, and then another time into their mewling stepmother's spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled with hers as his heavy cock grew stiff with desire for release. And then Rahm pumped his heated sperm high up into Nicolette's wildly contracting anal passage. Together they felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them and moaning and gasping for pleasure they both collapsed heavily on the bed. As they lay there stunned, the adulterous young wife could still feel her husband's spending penis emitting its last few drops of semen high up with the compressed mounds of her flushed and heated asscheeks.
"Wow!" cried Devin.
"You said it," Kevin agreed, and both boys left the room. They were hungry and a midnight snack was just what they needed.
Rahm greeted the mailman, and noted with pleasure that he had received a letter from the twins. He was lonely in the big house all by himself, and now most of his pleasure came from the weekly letters the boys sent from their boarding school farther north up near Billings.
He sat back down in his reclining chair and opened up the envelope to read the letter:
We were sorry to hear about the divorce, but glad to know that "Mom" is okay and living with her friend Tina now.
As you will see from the enclosed report card we are making good grades here. We have a neat chemistry teacher, Mr. Madison, who allows us to do our own special experiments whenever the lab is free.
All in all the school is pretty nice and we like it so far.
Devin and Kevin
P.S. Sure hope you get married again Dad, and if you do, we'll be ready to love and accept anyone you choose!
Rahm smiled to himself. What a miracle that the boys were not scarred for life by the terrible things they'd experienced. God, he felt himself to be a very lucky man, indeed!
At Yarmouth School for Boys, Devin and Kevin hurried to the lab. Mr. Madison had told them it was available, and they had a very important experiment in action. When they entered the room, Kevin went over to their private locker. Inside was the cage with the guinea pigs.
Devin took out his stopwatch and they settled down to observe and make notes. By the time two hours had passed, it was clear that the new timing action they'd created for their special 'sauce'... the 'formula', they called it now... was working splendidly. They would have to return periodically to observe the guinea pigs, but so far it seemed as though the formula would work over a twenty-four period, going on and off approximately every two hours. In a few days it would be ready for testing on a human being.
When Devin and Kevin left the lab, carefully cleaning up and turning out the lights before hand, they were elated by their own brilliance. Flushed and excited they walked briskly down the hall toward their dorm room. Several students and teachers passed them, for it was the end of the class day, and one of them stopped to congratulate the twins on their last English composition.
Pretty Miss Sweeney was enthusiastic, and the boys liked the way her perfume smelled, and the pretty dark brunette hair that was always coming undone from its prim chignon at the back of her lithe, long neck.
"I'm very proud of you boys," Miss Sweeney said, her blue eyes sparkling, for she took her work very seriously. "Both of you. I'm hoping you will read your compositions in class tomorrow morning!"
"Sure, Miss Sweeney!"
"Right on, Miss Sweeney!"
They stood to watch the young teacher clicking away on her high heels down the hall. The soft curve of her hips and buttocks was definitely exciting, they both agreed, and by the time they reached their own room, each twin knew just who would be the first recipient of their new 'formula'.
"Imagine doing it to Miss Sweeney." Devin mused later on after lights out.
"That's just what I'm imagining!" Kevin replied.
Miss Sweeney carefully pinned up her long dark hair before leaving her apartment for her first class of the day. Reflected in the mirror, she saw a pretty oval face with deep-set blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. Her creamy complexion needed almost no make-up, and Emily contented herself with applying just the slightest bit of lip gloss to her small but perfectly formed lips. The somber-toned charcoal-grey dress molded well to Emily Sweeney's curvaceous figure, but not too closely. Emily preferred the more conservative approach to everything, and she knew that she was admired at the school because of it. She was an excellent teacher of English, and the young 23-year old took great pride in her work with the boys of the Yarmouth School. This was the attractive brunette's second year now at the school, and Emily felt that she would like to stay for a long, long while. It was easy to spend most of her time studying, planning lessons, and correcting papers. That way the pretty dark-haired teacher had little time to think of the past. Even so, however, there were moments when that past pressed into the present, bringing with it unwanted memories.
This was one of those disturbing moments, and Emily blinked her eyes rapidly at her own reflection in the mirror, when she realized that she was no longer thinking of the class that was to come, but of him. Justin's hands running over her soft exposed skin, there in the fresh night air; the feel of the blanket beneath her; the longing in her loins as she felt him pressed closer and closer to her trembling body. How good it had been to lie back, her head feeling the bumps of the grass against the blanket and up above, beyond Justin's hovering form, the night sky and the stars, and then the feel of her skirt being pulled up, the sound of her own acquiescent sigh as her flimsy silk panties were eased down over her trembling thighs, and she knew what was going to happen. The way her legs had parted - or had he parted them with his own - and then her closed eyes, the naked heat of him against her, and the awful pushing pain. Her cry of fear rising to the night, and then the pleasure, the powerful, moving pleasure filling every portion of her quivering young body, making her know that she could, indeed she would live forever as long as she remained in Justin's arms.
"OH GOD!" Emily turned away from the mirror and scurried into the small bathroom that all the teachers' apartments had. There she dabbed witch hazel on her face with little cotton squares, feeling the cooling liquid bring her back to normal. The trembling of her legs had ceased, and Emily felt she would be able to go to her class now. She reminded herself firmly that Justin and all that was finished, far behind her. She was no longer a foolish eighteen year old, silly enough to fall for the phony promises of a man older and more cunning than she. No, there were no men in Emily's life now, and there had been none since Justin, and that was the way she wanted it. Much better to enjoy her quiet but rewarding life as a teacher, than to risk everything for a man's unfaithful caresses.
Refreshed and determined, Emily made her way from her apartment in the left wing of the main building of the private boys' school, the central portion of which housed some of the boys' dorms on the top floors and most of the classrooms on the lower floors. The left wing was in reality a recently built extension to the main building, designed specifically to house the faculty members who lived on campus.
"Morning, Miss Sweeney."
"Nice day, Miss Sweeney!"
"You're looking lovely today, Miss Sweeney."
Emily blushed and said thank you to Mr. Madison who was the last person she passed in the corridor that lead to her classroom. A fellow-teacher, she couldn't bring herself to be rude to him, even though she often wanted to tell him that his personal remarks were unnecessary. For some reason, though, today Miss Sweeney didn't mind Mr. Madison's remark as much as she might have. He was harmless enough, and there was no danger whatsoever that the chemistry teacher would seek a more intimate relationship with her. Yes, Miss Sweeney felt quite safe at the school, and it was a relief to know that she was secure at all times. There was a special little lift to her feelings today, however, as Emily entered her classroom. She was a few minutes later than usual, it being her habit to arrive a good fifteen minutes early in order to greet the boys on their arrival and prepare her papers and books. Today several of her students were already in their seats, and Emily was pleased to note that the Martz twins were among them. Such good boys! she thought as she greeted them with her sunniest smile, a smile reserved only for her best students, and never, for example, for a teaching colleague. As she sat down at her big oak desk, being sure to pull her sensible-length charcoal-grey skirt down over her knees, Emily thought she knew why she was feeling that little lift. It was certainly because of the papers that the Martz twins had handed in, and which she had read pleasurably the night before. Miss Sweeney had had them read their composition papers to the class two weeks before, and as she bent her pretty dark head over the current assignment, Emily decided that she must have them repeat this performance.
Gradually the classroom filled, and Emily pretended not to notice the little whispers and scuffles that always were a prelude to the final bell. When the bell rang however, the students were always forced to observe the most rigid silence, as Emily Sweeney stood and seriously surveyed them from behind her desk.
"Good morning, boys!" she said now, taking them in one by one, noting by each boy's expression whether or not he was likely to have shirked on his homework.
"Good morning, Miss Sweeney!" the boys chorused back.
Miss Sweeney was in her element.
"First of all," she began, strolling over to the large windows that lined one side of the room, "we will collect your homework assignment... the two descriptive paragraphs about an art work of your choice."
Knowing that the art department of the school was particularly poor, Emily had enjoyed taking her class to the local museum, and she was looking forward to their comments on the paintings and sculpture they had seen there.
"Do I have a volunteer?" she asked, turning away from the pleasant view of green fields and trees below to face her class. "Yes, Devin, you may collect the papers," she smiled, an absent- minded, thoughtful smile that made it clear to all who observed her that she was thinking of many important things related to her teaching.
A short while later, Emily was once more seated at her desk. She looked up as Devin arrived carrying the sheaf of papers. Devin's blue eyes held Miss Sweeney's for a brief second before Emily turned away.
"How many did you count, Devin?" she asked.
"Fourteen, Miss Sweeney," Devin replied.
"Fourteen? There are fifteen students in this class. Will the boy who did not do his homework please raise his hand?"
"I didn't, Miss Sweeney," Devin admitted. He was looking at the soft swelling of his teacher's breasts, two huge mounds of flesh that seemed to want to escape the drab coverings that Miss Sweeney always gave them. He thought about them now with considerable interest, comparing them mentally with what he knew his father's ex-wife's breasts had looked like. Of course, it was all imaginary at the moment, but Devin was confident that soon he would be able to make the comparison, yes, he and Kevin both would know whether Miss Sweeney's breasts were prettier than old Nicolette's had been.
"You, Devin?" Emily was shocked, and the glasses that she had been about to place on her pertly upturned nose fell to the desk. "But... I don't understand. Do you have a good reason Devin? I've never known you to shirk your duty!"
"Uh... not really Miss Sweeney," the blond 13-year old replied.
The class sniggered and Emily looked up sharply. Recovering her composure, she spoke with renewed authority. "We'll have to discuss this after class, Devin. You know that."
"Yes, ma'am," Devin replied, turning to go back to his seat.
Throughout the rest of the class, Emily felt flushed and perturbed. It was so unlike the Martz boy not to have done his homework, and then not to have a decent excuse at that! The whole thing was very unsettling, and Emily hurried through the day's lesson, postponing her suggestion that the twins read their short stories to the class until another time. When finally the last bell rang, Emily gave a particularly long homework assignment which was greeted by groans from her students. Ignoring the groans, the pretty 23-year old bid the boys good-day and began to leaf through a poetry book that was usually on her desk. The title swam before her eyes, Love Poems of William Shakespeare. The title was decidedly embarrassing, Miss Sweeney decided once and for all as she waited for the classroom to empty. But there had been something special about the book when she'd first seen it in the bookstore, that had made her buy it. Perhaps, she thought, she would cover it, and that way she would not be faced with the rather blunt title every day.
"Miss Sweeney?" Devin waved good-bye to his brother Kevin and stood watching Emily Sweeney with curious interest. How long he had been standing there observing her, Emily could not tell, but she decided that she was angry. Yes, she was angry with Devin Martz, and she was going to let him know it in no uncertain terms.
"Devin Martz! What do you have to say for yourself? I must say I am terribly disappointed in you. As you know you and your brother have been at the head of this class, and I certainly expect you of all people to set a good example for the others!"
For the first time in his thirteen years, Devin understood the expression that he'd read and heard on television couched as a joke: You're beautiful when you're angry! For Emily Sweeney was most certainly beautiful at this very moment, Devin thought, far more beautiful than his former stepmother who had never been pretty when she was angry, which was quite often.
No, Miss Sweeney was something special, that was for sure, and Devin was glad that he and Kevin had chosen her for their little experiment. She would make a perfect subject!
"Well, you see, Miss Sweeney..." Devin began, then hesitated. He would have to make this turn out just right for his purposes.
"Yes, Devin? Yes?" Emily was anxious to hear something, anything from the boy that would help restore her faith in him.
"I... uh... Well, none of the paintings and stuff turned me on enough to write about them."
Miss Sweeney was genuinely worried. "But... that's just not possible!" she declared. "A boy so sensitive... so..."
"My stepmother always said, art is bunk!" Devin was stealing it from something he'd learned in history. It was Henry Ford's infamous remark that "history is bunk". Actually old Nicolette had never opened her mouth to either one of the boys about a subject as lofty as art, and Devin had no idea what his father's ex-wife thought about the subject. His statement produced exactly the right effect, however, for Miss Sweeney replied, "Why, you poor boy... I... I mean... Didn't I read in your record that your father is, uh, no longer married to... uh... your stepmother?"
"Yeah, they got divorced just a little bit ago... that's when we came to this school!" Devin guessed what Miss Sweeney was thinking, and he was quite accurate.
Poor children... no decent guidelines. What kind of woman must their stepmother have been? And now to have no one at all. I've been neglecting my job. Devin and Kevin both need special care... special attention and guidance. Such bright boys... but undoubtedly there are other areas in which their education has been lacking. Why, I might be able to influence these boys so that they go on and do great things.
By the time Devin left Miss Sweeney, it had been all arranged that he and Kevin were to have private tutoring sessions with their English teacher twice a week during their usual study hour.
Devin rushed to the cafeteria where he found Kevin in line for the early lunch shift.
"She bought it! We're in!" he declared to his identical twin.
"Great, we'll activate the formula this afternoon!" Bernie was enthusiastic, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood in line for the luncheon of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and peas that was offered by the school that day.
Without speaking another word about it over their lunch, each twin knew that the other was thinking about the manner in which their father's ex-wife had reacted to the first crude version of the 'formula' they made, using a recipe they'd found in one of her erotic books.
There was no doubt about the success of their own primitive aphrodisiac, as the still smoldering memories of each boy were enough to spur them on to a more perfected version, a perfect formula, in short!
Later on they passed Mr. Madison in the hall. "Going to the lab, boys?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Madison, we still have some notes to take on our experiment."
"Great, boys, that's just fine! One day you'll be great scientists."
"Maybe, Mr. Madison!"
Luke Madison looked down at the two serious faces that were upturned to his. Such dedication he read in their eyes. "Perhaps, one day you'll do me the great honor of letting me in on the details of your current experiment!" the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher said with a smile.
The boys retreated down the hall, and Devin waved back at their congenial teacher. "Maybe someday we will, Mr. Madison!" he called.
The next afternoon, Emily brought to school her big beautiful Yosano art books, and she'd already marked out several sections that she planned to discuss with Devin and Kevin. She knew that she was correct in planning these little special sessions for both of the twins because of Kevin's paper. Why it was almost worse than no paper at all! The boy said such disparaging things about the masterpiece they'd seen that day in the museum that it was clear he needed some guidance. The pretty dark-haired teacher sat in the empty study room, at one of the small desk seats designed for the students. They were all in a row and connected to one another in a pattern that stretched back, filling the entire room. When not used for study, this room was used as a small lecture hall and sometimes movies were shown there rather than in the larger auditorium. Emily was looking forward to seeing the boys even though she'd already seen them earlier that morning in English class. But this was different... more meaningful, really, and she felt the odd little lift to her spirits that made her feel more alive, more vital than usual. When at last the door opened and the two blond youths walked in, Emily was surprised to feel her blood racing in her veins. They were such handsome children, and she in a sense represented their salvation. Much later they would go out into the world as much more complete human beings, as men, because of her tutoring.
"We brought you a present, Miss Sweeney!" Devin and Kevin said in unison as they approached Emily's seat.
"Oh! How sweet," Emily cried, "An apple for the teacher... but this one is glazed isn't it?" Emily took the large bright shiny fruit and turned it in her palm. Little tears of gratitude formed in her eyes. Obviously the boys realized what she was trying to do for them.
"Yes, we glazed it ourselves, Miss Sweeney, in the kitchen. The cook let us."
"What enterprising children... uh, I mean, young men!" Emily said, placing the apple on her arm rest.
"But aren't you going to eat it?" Kevin asked, his blue eyes wide.
"Why... uh why yes, of course. Now you boys sit down... one on either side of me. I've brought some books for us to look at. I'm sure you'll find them fascinating as I do. My, this is delicious."
The twins' eyes met triumphantly as Emily took several large bites from the specially glazed apple.
"It's a special recipe, Miss Sweeney," Devin said, "Oh... what's that picture there?"
The tutoring session was going so well, that Emily felt her head swimming. The exquisitely reproduced photographs began to blur before her eyes, and sometimes she was seeing the images in triplicate. In addition the twins were crowding in close to her on either side to see the book that was spread before her, and on more than one occasion one of their small hands brushed hers as she turned the pages or as they were admiring a picture. On her right side, Miss Sweeney became increasingly aware of Devin as he moved closer and closer to her, his arm pressing against hers, his soft, hairless cheek almost touching hers; while on her left side Kevin began to rub his arm slowly along the length of hers.
Abruptly, Emily stood up, letting the expensive book fall to the floor of the study hall. "Oh... I... I think I must go back to my apartment boys... I'm not feeling terribly well. Something ... something seems to be wrong!"
The twins leapt to their feet and insisted upon accompanying their teacher back to her room. Students weren't normally allowed in the section reserved for faculty, but Emily's obvious pallor and the fact that her students were assisting her in a moment of malaise sufficed to satisfy the one guard they encountered, who was in reality a kind of glorified switchboard operator. Emily was grateful for the boys' help, for she was not at all certain of herself. For one thing she kept getting hot and cold flashes and then there was the blurred vision. A strange and ominous tingling had gotten hold of her arms and legs, and on her high heels her numbed feet would have made many false steps had it not been for her solicitous students. When finally they arrived at a dark corridor and Miss Sweeney indicated that the door to her apartment was at the end of it, she attempted to persuade them to leave, but they were not easily put off. Devin and Kevin insisted upon seeing her safely in.
"I... I'll be fine boys I just have to lie down... right now!" Emily stumbled forward into the small living room with its walls lined with books, and fell upon the studio couch that pulled out into a bed. Her dark hair had become unraveled and the deep blue of her dress contrasted pleasantly with the plaid bedspread as the boys stood eagerly by.
"Are you sure there's nothing we can do for you, Miss Sweeney? A glass of water... an aspirin?"
Emily lay sprawled upon the studio couch, painfully aware that the boys were watching her in this disheveled state, and embarrassed that she did not seem to be able to get up. Her heart pounded and palpitated, and the tingling that had begun in her hands and feet was spreading rapidly to the rest of her body. At first the tips of her breasts, and then the dark silky triangle hidden high between her thighs were the recipients of the insane tingling. It was all she could do at first to stop from touching herself to ease the irrepressible sensations that were overcoming her. And then the pretty dark-haired teacher knew that she could no longer hold out. She would go stark raving crazy in a moment if she didn't do something! In a sudden burst of energy that frightened her two prize pupils, Emily jumped up, running toward them, her eyes with a dazed expression of incomprehension.
"OUT, OUT!" she cried, "You've got to get out!" Furiously she pushed at them, and the boys, try as they might to resist, found themselves forcibly evicted from their teacher's apartment.
"But... but..." they stammered, but it was no use. The effects of the formula within her system were only beginning and although strong, Emily's sense of the propriety was at the moment still strong enough to protect her from the curious stares of the scheming 13-year olds. Standing outside in the dark hallway, Devin and Kevin felt completely defeated. How on earth were they going to find out the results of their experiment if they couldn't be around to see that was going on?
Kevin's hand ran along the length of his hard-swollen penis, and he saw Devin do the same as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.
"Maybe we can see in, the keyhole!" Devin suggested hopefully, and he bent down to look. The keyhole did afford a glimpse into the brightly lighted apartment, and Devin could even see a portion of the studio couch inside.
"But I don't see Miss Sweeney anywhere!" he said aloud to Kevin.
"Probably doing it to herself in the bathroom!" Kevin offered by way of explanation. He wanted to do it to himself right now too, the way he felt. It was a terrible disappointment, getting all excited like that and then being locked out! Neither he nor Kevin had known that splendid sensation of a woman's softly clinging cunt since the last time they'd made love with their father's wife right in her own bedroom. That had sure been something!
Devin continued to stare through the keyhole, hoping for a glimpse of Miss Sweeney at some point anyway. Kevin spoke softly to his brother while he kept watch.
"Remember old Nicolette, Devin? Remember how it was fucking her?"
"Yeah, sure," Devin replied. "But I'll bet Miss Sweeney's even better!"
"Yeah, Emily has class... old Nicolette was a nowhere babe!"
"Too bad we had to get rid of her, but it was really for Dad's sake as well as ours!" Devin mused.
There was still no sight of Emily through the keyhole, but both boys had begun to massage their lustfully aching young penises in an attempt to soothe their emotions. Just thinking of how they had tricked their former stepmother, by putting some of their more primitive formula into her toothpaste was making them even more excited than before.
"Yeah, Dad didn't like her trying to get us to fuck her, did he?" Kevin said softly. Up and down his hand rubbed harder and harder as he leaned against the door to steady himself as the rising tide of desire took hold.
"If only he knew that we'd already fucked her... but good!"
"HEY!" Devin suddenly cried. "I see her... cripes... she's stark naked... what a pair of tits... what a...! My god, they're HUGE!"
"Lemme see... lemme see too..." Kevin crowded against his brother, but was prevented from seeing anything by a deep voice that suddenly spoke behind them.
"Who's there?" Heavy footsteps approached, and the boys were soon standing and trying to look as innocent as possible under the circumstances when Mr. Madison appeared out of the dimness.
"Uh... good afternoon Mr. Madison," the boys gulped.
"Why, what are you boys doing here?" Luke Madison asked. "Rahm you know you aren't allowed in this section?"
"Why, yes," Devin began. "We... uh."
"Miss Sweeney wasn't feeling very well, so we helped her to get back here," Kevin added.
"Not feeling well?" Luke Madison thought about how fine Emily had looked when he'd seen her earlier in the day. He'd thought he'd stop by to borrow a book, just so that he could get to see her again, in fact, and perhaps talk to her a little, break down some of that frigid reserve of hers.
"Well, you boys run along. I'll just check and see if there's anything I can do for her!" The chemistry teacher was thinking that he knew precisely what he'd like to do for Emily Sweeney, and that was probably precisely what she needed too!
"I said run along now, boys!" For some reason, Luke wanted the boys to leave before he knocked on Emily's door. Probably because he didn't feel like being a teacher just then, after all, he was in the faculty wing and he had completed all his classes for that day. He was a 'civilian' now, so to speak.
Devin and Kevin hesitated for as much longer as they dared and then reluctantly turned to walk back down the hall.
"And by the way, boys... you left the cover off your guinea pigs this morning. Got to watch that kind of thing, you know!" One last reminder that they were lowly students in the faculty wing and the boys hurried away from Mr. Madison's sight.
The knock at the door was terrifying and yet Emily had the wild feeling that help was at hand. Whoever it was... whatever it was... somehow she would be better off than she had been so far, locked in what had become the claustrophobic walls of her small apartment, all of her terrors and desires loosed as though she had been drugged, or as though she had suddenly lost her mind. In her frantic attempt to ascertain what was wrong with her, she'd recalled reading an article about hallucinogenics and their effects. What she was feeling now was a lot like that, and yet there was more to it, much more.
Her clothing lay strewn throughout the apartment, and in the bedroom, lay the brush, the horrid, wicked hair brush which she had just withdrawn from the peculiarly unassuaged depths of her dark-curl-covered pussy.
"Oh God, oh God... the door... I've got to... got to get something on!"
The knock came again as Emily looked desperately for something with which to cover her cream-white nakedness. The terrycloth robe tied in front and was easy to put on, but Emily was in such a state that she didn't even realize that she hadn't closed it all the way. So that when she opened the door to Yarmouth's chemistry teacher, Mr. Madison, Emily presented a picture so outrageously stunning that Luke was left speechless for a long moment. The tall dark-haired teacher of chemistry could see nothing but the absolutely wanton beauty of the female whom he had previously known as pretty and prim, but had never, not even in his wildest fantasies, envisioned like this. Worthy of the most avant-garde French film director, Emily's dark hair tumbled to her shoulders in sharp contrast with the stark white of her terrycloth robe. The robe was fastened, but it hung loosely so that Luke could see the full tantalizing plump mounds of Emily's H-cup breasts in the open "vee", including half of her dusky right nipple, as she stood there gazing at him. Then below, for his eyes could not help but wander over the vision of loveliness before him, Luke took in a fascinating glimpse of white midriff flesh that led to a deeply indented navel, and then continued down to a shiny dark triangle of pubic hair shaped in the "vee" of Emily's totally revealed and mesmerizing cunt.
"Christ, Emily!" he gasped, and that was all he could manage to get out.
Emily didn't even notice Mr. Madison was calling her by her first name whereas she had specifically asked him on more than one occasion to address her as Miss Sweeney. Instead, she felt herself operating on some subconscious level, and even knowing that he was Luke Madison, the chemistry teacher, she spoke at last.
"Justin... I've been waiting... what's kept you so long?" The maddening desire that quivered throughout her lusciously endowed body shimmered just beneath the surface of her body, beneath the surface of her mind. It seemed to Emily to be dripping from her words as she spoke.
"Are you... all right?" Luke asked. "Who's Justin?" She was certainly acting weird, he thought, but Christ what a body... what a face! He entered, and closed the door carefully behind him, then stood uncertainly near it, nervously observing Emily Sweeney.
"Come... come sit with me... be with me... I've been so lonely!" the dark-haired beauty pleaded.
Drinking... she's been drinking... Christ... Emily is a lush and I never suspected it! Somehow the thought that the prissy English teacher drank made Luke feel just a trifle surly. All those airs she'd been putting on with him for two years now ... and all along, if he'd had the guts to come to her apartment, he'd probably have been fucking her all along. Just the way he used to fuck the last English teacher, Cindy Leighton, before she finally married her fiance and left the teaching profession.
Luke sat on the sofa close, very close indeed to Emily, and tried to see if he could smell whiskey on her breath. He couldn't. There was only a sweet smell, like candied apples, and Luke decided she must be a vodka fiend. But it was difficult to think about anything now, with her being so close and acting the way she was.
"Justin..." she said slowly and her fingers were working at his jacket sleeve, compulsively, kneading almost like a cat as her big blue eyes looked deeply into his, seeming to plead with him.
Luke felt as though he were in some kind of science-fiction movie. Emily Sweeney bore so little resemblance to the person he was accustomed to meeting daily in the halls and from time to time in the faculty lounge, that he was completely taken aback. The thick tip of his penis throbbed impatiently as the loosely tied white terrycloth robe came completely undone, and Emily didn't seem to notice or care.
"Christ, Emily!" he repeated. Christ he wanted to fuck her ... This usually stuck-up little bitch, this tight-assed little cunt and her high-minded dedication!
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Justin? Please hurry and take them off!"
He was Justin... Emily convinced herself of it briefly. Who else could it be... who else could she feel this way about but her darling Justin, come to his senses at last, and returning to her from that awful woman he'd married instead of her. "I knew all along you'd leave her, Justin... I knew you'd remember the good things we did together... what we meant to each other!"
The words were slurred and the image of Luke Madison who was now rapidly tearing off his clothing was dim at best. A raging fire was out of control in the middle of her trembling loins, and God, Justin was here at last to take care of it, to love her the way he had taught her, to touch her where no other man but him had touched.
The drugged teacher flung off her robe revealing the startling beauty of her totally naked hips, breasts and thighs. Voluptuously proportioned, the young brunette teacher lay back as if to flaunt her perfection before the man she supposed to be her erstwhile lover.
"Oh darling, darling, darling," she moaned over and over, the heavy eyelids closed now, fluttering nervously, but closed, as her trembling white thighs parted sensuously, and her fingers moved down to the silken black hairs that surrounded and protected her desire-drenched cunt.
She could sense the naked man coming closer to her, and her eyelids fluttered open just the slightest bit and she knew that it was not Justin. Yet, she had to imagine that it was, that this desire she felt in her fully awakened breasts and belly and in the soft fleshy folds of her tingling pussy below were all for him... all for the one and only man she had ever loved in her short lifetime. Luke was slowly stroking his throbbing hard penis, reaching down now to caress her soft exposed flesh, so fragile, so beautiful, so cock-stirringly splayed beneath him. He groaned and began to let his hand rove nervously and excitedly across the tender feminine flesh. Beneath him Emily closed her eyes once more as she felt her body growing more and more responsive to the clumsy caresses that were turning her flesh into a sheet of white-hot passion. A rash of goose-pimples covered the sensitive skin of her arms and legs as she moaned with growing desire. Yes, she wanted him. He was Justin... He was! The normally subdued young teacher's nakedly exposed body ached to be touched gently the way Justin used to do, but touching, any kind of touching, would do at this point! Her brain swam, and her senses reeled as she felt the thunder building up deep inside her aroused by his maddening fingertips moving steadily over her defenseless white nakedness.
"Oh Justin... take me take me... take me, my love!"
"Justin, my foot!" Luke Madison muttered, his eyes feasting lewdly and greedily on Emily Sweeney's half-conscious body as she writhed obscenely on the sofa.
"It's my turn... it's my turn to see now!" Devin declared, shoving Kevin to the side and, on his knees, placing his eye over the keyhole where his twin brother's had just been. Behind him he heard the familiar slap of his brother's fist against his tensed loins as he furiously masturbated in sympathy with the erotic scene they'd been watching since the beginning. Devin stayed on his knees there and commented on what he was seeing so that his brother could know what was going on.
"I think he's gonna screw her now!" he whispered. "I can just see the bottom half of them. Can't see her face or anything. But she's spreading her legs... Crichton, Kevin, that should be us in there!"
"Never mind, it'll be us soon enough!"
The lewdly aroused chemistry teacher edged around on the studio couch and, animal-like, crouched on all fours over the young woman's unresisting body as he climbed onto the sofa-bed with her. With his knee he pushed Emily's willing white thighs farther apart than before. Then he slithered nakedly in between them, his knees pressed her slender ankles apart and his handsome face but a few inches above the hair-curled "vee" of her openly glistening cunt.
Jesus! He'd never seen anything as lovely as this surprisingly sexy English teacher. His mouth watered as his eyes gaped down at her wetly welcoming pussy rotating sensuously, expectantly, only inches from his drooling lips. Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her womanly juices that were already secreting warmly from the wet pink slit of her cunt and trailing down between her widespread white thighs.
Emily wanted everything to be perfect for her Justin. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating hands clapped against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and suddenly she wanted to be even more open, more vulnerable for him. Her most inner secrets must be completely open and available to his every wish. Oh, Justin... Justin, you've come back to me ... you've come back to me. Then suddenly, she watched as his beautiful face lowered slowly... second by agonizing second coming closer and closer to the very center of her passion.
"Oh yesssssss..." she hissed from between clenched teeth as she felt his hot, moist lips close over her openly splayed pussy. And Emily's vision blurred as her lover planted hot, wet, tingling kisses on her lust-fired pussy flesh, his tongue slashing insanely at the tiny quivering opening.
Emily's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly along her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lewdly bobbing head. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her own inner thighs. Then, slowly, with her own fingers, she spread open the fleshy pillows of her young cuntal mouth to allow his hungry mouth complete access to her yearning inner cunt.
Every muscle in the drugged teacher's body seemed to react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her aching vaginal slit, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her parted lips.
"Thank God, you've come back to me... oh Justin... Justin ... don't stop. Oh my own wonderful lover. I've waited so long for you to come back to me... go on... go on... yes... this is what I've wanted... wanted for so long... yes..."
Nothing else mattered... Insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment. Suddenly Luke's tongue probed deeply into her open pussy and Emily gasped out louder, moaning and twitching beneath him on the studio couch. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smoothly flicking tip circling her quivering little clit. Then he sucked the warm, soft folds of her inner pussy lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering lashes against the tiny nerve plexus between her thrashing legs.
Emily groaned unashamedly from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip of Luke's tongue worked its way obscenely up and down the length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, starting with the tiny pulsating bud of her swollen clit and pressuring his way down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping pussy and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, and then up again. Her hips ground wildly down into the sofa, while soft mewling sounds of animal pleasure escaped pitifully from between her passion- clenched teeth. She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the lewdly searching tip of his tongue wriggled in and out of her hotly clasping pussy. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out luridly wide on either side of his head, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her heaving breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her desire- wracked loins to his eager mouth. Then the gasping 23-year old's hands were tangled in his hair, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue deep into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking teasingly for a moment, then withdrawing to taunt the fluted pink edges and force soft little half-screams from her desire-contorted lips. Her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around his moving head, and he could feel the wet velvety flesh of her vaginal passage slip moistly around his extended tongue and begin opening and closing in a lewd sucking motion of its own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper up inside.
Luke could hardly believe what was happening. Little Emily Sweeney, stuck-up bitch that she was most of the time, had obviously gone over the deep end! In his most warped sexual dreams, the incredulous chemistry teacher could never have imagined the chemistry of Yarmouth School's frigid English teacher! It was incredible the way she was giving herself to him. Every babe had some hidden sex streak inside somewhere, but this was fucking unbelievable. Emily was out of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out of his. Luke worked with a frenzy, feeling her soft wet pussy curls brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks as Emily strained her loins up against him, her body completely lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle she had was tensed as she strained toward the slippery probing between her parted legs. She had never dreamed that Justin could wring such pleasure from her body... it had been so long, so very long since she had been touched. Her deep love for her fiance drove her wilder than ever as her updrawn legs and thighs opened and closed in convulsive response to his lewdly driving tongue.
"Oooohhuuuu!" she moaned softly. "Rahm stop. Rahm ever stop. Oh God, lick it there... lick it harder. Faster!" And then there came a rushing of lust in her ears as Luke answered her urgent requests. And then the ceiling seemed to cave in as with a great resounding crash she gave herself up to the sweet intolerable delight of this tongue-fuck, wanting it to go on forever and forever! It endured for a long, long while, and sensuously, Emily writhed and twisted, her face a mask of unbearable ecstasy as her desire-tormented limbs went though the intense spasms of climax and her own hands pulled the man's head deeper into her receptively spread pussy flesh.
And then when it was over and she lay gasping for air and slowly recovering, she opened her eyes and saw Luke Madison's lewdly kneeling form before her. The lascivious way in which the chemistry teacher was regarding her helplessly exposed flesh made a shiver of fear run through her naked body, and she wondered, what am I doing. I'm nothing but a slut... a whore, letting him do these things to me. Wanting him to do them! But... but I can't help it... I just can't seem to help it!
"Luke..." she squeaked, finally jolted out of her drug-induced reverie.
Emily's breath caught in her throat now as her fellow teacher, a man to whom she had spoken only a few brief words - a man to whom she had felt a revulsion beyond that which she had felt for most men since Justin - this same man began to massage and knead, to stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny hard tips of them and causing new and rousing sensations of desire to jolt excitedly throughout her entire system. With a shudder, Emily could only close her eyes again and hope that it would all be over shortly... that this lust she felt would soon know its course, for it was beginning again as strong and compulsive as it had been before, despite her recent orgasm. Luke Madison could barely contain the excitement that he felt at the realization that within moments he was going to be fucking prissy Miss Emily Sweeney's little cunt good! He'd give her something to remember all right! Abruptly he brushed the long rigid shaft of his penis against her parted thighs, seeing by her tremor that it seared her hot flesh and prodded her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality. To his amazement, though, Emily reached her hand down to grasp the throbbing shaft of his penis, blotting all else from her sex-famished mind. Luke raised himself up above her on the studio couch, and she clutched harder at his lust-heavy thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily at the feel of the hot penis in her hands.
"MY GOD!" she gasped. "Oh!"
"Is it big enough for you, baby? Nine and a half fucking inches for you!" Luke hissed down at her.
It was big... bigger than Justin's had been, and Emily wondered about its size, as appealing as it might seem. It had been a long while since... But there was no time for second thoughts now as Luke bent to kiss her lips and she found herself responding wildly, thrusting her tongue as far back into his mouth as she could. Then once more she felt the bulbous tip of his lustfully swollen cock moving up and down, parting her soft passion-wet pubic hair and nudging between the throbbing lips of her moistly heated cunt. And all of a sudden the small mouth of the drugged 23-year old's tingling pussy was being pressed open and the tight elastic entrance put up a near-virginal resistance as she felt the tip pushing hard into her, making her suddenly choke with the pain from the hard cruel pressure.
"OOOOH!" she cried trying to resist, even though what she wanted, what she had to have, was a long thick penis pistoning relentlessly in and out of her wildly hungering pussy.
A wave of sadistic pleasure washed through Luke at her soulful protest, and the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher couldn't conceal a twisted grin of pleasure as he shoved a little harder, causing Emily to emit another long low groan from deep in her throat.
"Oh please... please..." But Emily didn't know if she was asking him to please continue or to please stop, and Luke continued to grin over her, watching the young woman's beautiful face as she reacted to his thrusting, burrowing penis inching its way deeper into her tightly contracting cunt.
Emily whimpered pitifully as the blunt tip of Luke's insistently worming penis thrust harder and harder against the little hairy opening between her thighs. Then with a little rush, the blood-engorged tip slipped inside, just beyond the sensitive ring, and it spread her open so far that she felt as though she were going to split wide apart! To ease the pain, she slithered downward on the sofa, and without warning, Luke thrust forward again, sending the entire shaft of his heavily throbbing cock plunging high up into the moistly accepting recesses of Emily's little-used pussy. The lewdly skewered teacher's mind reeled as the pressure spread within her belly and she found herself hopelessly filled, every inch inside of her unprotected little cunt filled with Luke Madison's lust-swollen hardness! Luke could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering was causing him at the slow relentless penetration of her defenseless pussy, and again and again now he flexed his hips to sink farther into her stretching vaginal passage until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck her fast. He had to fuck her right now! He thrust forward unmercifully, dropping his full weight upon the small voluptuous shape spread beneath him on the narrow studio couch. Beneath his hard chest he could feel her full firm breasts pressed warmly against him while he thrust his long thick penis slithering forward into the school teacher's captive vaginal flesh, moving the soft flesh in rippling waves before it in its quest for satiation. There was no holding him back now, and soon Emily lay groaning beneath her wildly aroused school colleague. The hot pain of his entry still tore fiercely at her loins, yet his massively throbbing penis presently began to move in and out of her tingling depths at a steady tempo, causing the drugged brunette to flex her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt to elicit pleasure from this crazy experience. Deeper and deeper Luke sunk, fucking in and out between her legs with an established rhythm that Emily forced herself to adjust to, the pain receding while those first sensations of passion returned, coursing through her veins, arousing all the licentious little chills that began once more to creep along the base of her spine as she felt the even-measured cadence of Luke Madison's urgently plunging penis. As he surged into her she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his cum-bloated testicles where they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass- cheeks. Emily ran her tongue around the parched edges of her feverish lips, and spontaneously, it seemed, her nakedly defenseless body began to twitch and respond of its own volition beneath him. She could hear the small mewling sounds that were coming from her own constricted throat as they filled the entire apartment. Her dark curls spread outward, and her head rolled from side to side on the plaid couch cover in her intense lunges upward to receive his pleasure-giving penis. The desire-ridden teacher's shapely hips had begun a slow rotation beneath Luke's penetrating hardness sunk deep in her soft white belly. And above her Luke clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt the young brunette's growing response. Christ, she was sure getting with it now!
Emily didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement that saturated her unwittingly drugged body. She was only aware of the maddening sexual electricity that spread outward from deep inside her cock-filled womb and moved relentlessly over the raw nerve-endings of her naked flesh. The aroused young teacher was a mass of exquisite pleasure between her cream-white thighs as Luke undulated and rotated her hips with the lewd motions of his impaling thickness, feeling her hungrily pulsing pussy dilating and shifting in tempo to his own rhythmic throbs. The delicate folds of her nibbling pussy seemed to swallow the slippery glistening length of his masculinity on each slow and tantalizing upstroke. Luke let her work and strain against him while he continued to run his heated fingertips over her trembling nakedness, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored now with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a crazy smile of sheer pleasure. She was all gone now, completely lost, and Luke gloated above her, feeling the usually repressed schoolmarm's naked body increasing its hungry gyrations beneath his lusting body, grinding her loins faster and more frenziedly with each passing moment. The urgency of Emily's thrusts against him were more and more pronounced as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. Obscene wet sluicing noises created by the in-and-out motion of his skewering penis rose to his ears, and it was then that the chemistry teacher reached back to grasp her slender ankles and lever her legs brutally up over her shoulders, causing Emily to cry out in surprise. In spite of her protest, he held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her well-shaped thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lustfully driving penis. Half-crazy with desire, Luke began long hard strokes into the dark-haired 23-year old's seething vaginal passage. The wetly quivering inner walls clasped hungrily around his hot fleshy shaft, slithering up moistly to devour its rigid length to the hilt. Emily groaned softly in relief at the complete filling of her wide-stretched passage as Luke began a more powerful deep thrusting into her. The drugged young woman's head rolled wildly now and her mouth gaped in abandoned ecstasy as the unbelievable delight of their lust-driven coupling took hold of her. Then Emily realized that this was it! This was really it! Luke's ever-expanding cock drove deeper and faster into her lust- swollen cuntal passage, hammering away at the tenderness of her softly giving inner flesh, making her neck tighten, and her lips quiver as her first total orgasm with a man since Justin swept undeniably upward from the pit of her belly.
"Ooooooh... darling, darling... ooooooo Justin, Justin... I'mmmmm... cumming... oh yes, do it, do it!" The urgently whispered words were filled with passion as her hands drew Luke's driving buttocks closer in a fervent desire to have as much of him as possible inside her salaciously opening cuntal walls. Emily chanted her former lover's name almost religiously as the seething overflow of her cumming wracked every inch of her climaxing body. Her brain seemed to whirl with the full impact of it, although her legs were still forced into a painfully contorted position. Yet the powerful release that continued its work within the desire- maddened teacher's loins was enough to make her forget everything ... everything but pure sensual pleasure!
Above her she felt her co-worker jerk, tense and curse, and then hot jets of his milky semen were pouring into her openly receptive channel. It was a wild, depraved feeling as the powerful spurts filled her almost to the bursting point, while the hotly clasping walls of her flowering pussy accepted... accepted, accepted. And through the keyhole, young Kevin Martz could see it all, having just changed places with his brother for the sixth or seventh time since they'd started peeping. For a long moment the couple on the bed was silent and then Mr. Madison released his grip on Emily Sweeney's full white thighs. Their teacher's long legs seemed to collapse limply down onto the couch, her soft, still- trembling body suddenly drained of all energy. The stunned and ecstatically satiated brunette lay lewdly spread-eagled on the bed, as the heavy weight of Mr. Madison lifted from her sweat-drenched nakedness. As Luke raised up, Emily could see his obscenely deflating penis, and the first waves of shame rolled over her. She turned her head to the wall as the sated chemistry teacher swung his feet to the floor and stood up.
"You know what, Emily...? You're a pretty good fuck!"
This insensitive statement was enough to make her horrid feelings of self-disgust grow deeper still, and Emily began to sob quietly on the couch. What on earth had happened? What on earth had made her do such a thing?
Outside the door, Devin checked his watch. "Precisely one hour and forty-five minutes. She's about out of it!"
"We'd better scramola!" Kevin replied, and without wasting another moment, the two scheming teenagers, emotionally and physically exhausted from their own self-induced pleasure outside their teacher's door, hurried down the hall.
Anxiously, the Martz twins looked at the clock. It was early morning - 8:45a to be exact, and according to their calculations their English teacher, Miss Sweeney, should have experienced recurrent flashes of the formula they'd given her in a carefully dosed glazed apple. If all went well, Miss Sweeney ought to be appearing for her class and then just after the class was over, the formula would reactivate within the pretty brunette's system.
Devin and Kevin waited in the classroom. They were early and very nervous. Unable to return to the faculty wing of the private school after having left, they had no idea how things had gone after the licentious scene they'd witnessed between Miss Sweeney and Mr. Madison, the chemistry teacher. Hopefully, now they would be able to find out if Miss Sweeney was feeling well enough to come to her first class of the day.
Further down the hall, Emily Sweeney was making her way to the classroom. It wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done, attending this class as though everything were perfectly all right. In fact, Emily felt perhaps it was the most difficult thing she'd ever accomplished in her life. Still stunned from her lewd experiences of the night before, Emily was unsteady on her feet. The memory. The dreadful shameful memory of what happened with Luke Madison struck terror in her heart, and yet Emily felt it was therefore all the more important that she not cancel her English class this morning, that she continue her life as normally as possible under the circumstances, and most of all that she not let her students down.
What had happened to her after her special tutoring session with the Martz twins was a mystery, and one which she could only hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Emily knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown accustomed to that... or had she? A shiver of horror ran through the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the night - long after Madison had left - and feeling still sore down there from what he had done, yet having to use only the utmost willpower not to go out looking for him... or anyone else who could soothe her still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the night... how was a vague memory which Emily endeavored to keep that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed mind.
"Good morning, Miss Sweeney!"
Emily jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty, and now she was forced to face the twins. But how could she even look the darling boys in the eye? There was no question about it. She had to. It was her duty as a teacher.
"Good morning, boys," she replied weakly, sitting down behind her desk as rapidly as possible.
"Are you feeling any better, Miss Sweeney?" Kevin asked, carefully inspecting Emily's drawn features from his vantage point in the first row of seats.
"Better? Oh yes... thank you... a bit... but I think I must have a touch of flu, boys. You mustn't come too close or you might catch it."
"We've had our flu shots, Miss Sweeney," Devin replied. But the boys remained in their seats in any case, all through the long period which proved to be one of the most difficult lessons that Emily Sweeney had ever given. Several zeros were placed on boys' records when they did not know the answer to a particular question or when they could not adequately complete a sentence. It was torture for the pupils in the class and everyone wondered what had happened to turn Miss Sweeney into such a horror. Everyone knew that she was strict, yes, but no one had ever seen her like this.
In the rear of the class 'Bull' Jurgen groaned a loud noise of relief when the final bell rang. He'd already gotten two zeros, and knew that if the class continued much longer he was on his way to a third. His father, a wealthy industrialist in nearby Billings, would kill him if he flunked English again.
Kevin and Devin could see that Miss Sweeney was perspiring heavily even though it was not at all warm in the classroom.
The twins lingered after the others had gone, and then flanked their languishing teacher as she prepared to leave the room.
"I... I think I must go down to the cafeteria, boys, for some fruit juice..." Emily stammered. Her tongue felt thick and the cafeteria was the closest place to get something fast.
"We'll go with you, Miss Sweeney!" the boys volunteered, and Emily let them help support her downstairs where they sat her at a far table in the empty room and rushed to get her some fruit juice. Gratefully the disturbed young woman drank the pineapple juice they brought her, and then she knew that it was happening again, knew by the trembling of her inner thighs where they lay sleekly together beneath her knee-length skirt. Then deep in the pliant warmth of her hidden pussy, the molten desire simmered to the boiling point.
"Oh!" she gasped, her normally pale features turning crimson with the recognition of what was going to happen and within moments! "I've got to leave boys... got to get back to my apartment!" But both Emily and the boys knew that the drugged 23-year old would never have time to make it to her apartment. Nevertheless it had to be attempted. The trio left the empty cafeteria and headed for the stairwell. There they could hear footsteps of scores of pupils coming down beading for the early lunch period. Devin tugged at his teacher's hand and Kevin encouraged the dazed young woman to follow as they ducked beneath the stairs where no one could see them and they could see no one. The space was large enough for them to stand up and the thunderous sound of footsteps and shouting boys echoed around their heads.
Emily was aware of the two boys crowding close to her, of their lithe young forms pressing warmly against her as she backed against the cool wall for support.
"Oh God," she gasped, "oh!" For she had just realized what she wanted to have happen. And yet it went against every moral principle that the normally prim 23-year old had.
Her face glistening with nervous perspiration, Emily struggled valiantly against the forces of depravity within her. Then it happened. The nightmare began. The boys were whispering kind remarks to her, asking her what was wrong, telling her to relax, feeling her forehead, holding her hands. And then Kevin's fingers slipped down from her face to her neck and then to her shoulder. Through the wool of her sweater he tenderly squeezed her breast, creating such a wealth of lurid excitation within the older brunette's drug-sensitized system that she had to moan out loud, letting her arms hang limply without protest to her sides. She could feel Devin's hands too now on her other breast and the boys were talking to her, their breathing coming deeper, almost as deep as hers. And to her utter consternation, she did nothing at all to stop them.
"Does it hurt here, Miss Sweeney?"
"Does it feel better when I do this, Miss Sweeney?"
"Ooooh, ohooohhhhh!" Emily felt hypnotized into mobility as the sensuous touching continued and she sensed that it was too late to stop the impetus of her own excitement, too late to pretend to herself that she did not want these lewd intimate touches from these teenagers, her innocent young students! It was lewd and exciting, but so immoral that Emily's contorted face was the image of torment, alternately mirroring the desire and the dismay that she felt about what she was allowing, indeed encouraging to happen!
Then the boys' fingers began to slip back and forth upon her thinly clad breasts, searching out the lust-swollen tips of her nipples and squeezing hard, making her want to cry out with delight. In a few seconds, she told herself she must stop them! At all costs she must stop them! And yet, as the thundering steps above them continued, Emily emitted the deep-throated sounds of rapidly mounting pleasure that betrayed her uncontrollable passion.
Sensing this, Devin unbuttoned the top buttons of his teacher's sweater, and without difficulty, both he and Kevin let their small agile fingers insinuate themselves under Miss Sweeney's lacy bra to cup the soft resiliency of the drugged young woman's naked flesh. Hopelessly aroused by the drug they'd fed her yesterday, Emily could not resist.
"Yyyyyesssss!" she hissed, in spite of herself. "Ooooh yessss!"
Then suddenly she squirmed back hard against the wall. The swiftly moving little fingers had now surged lower, dropping to the hem of her skirt, and inching tantalizingly up her stockinged leg toward the curvaceous fullness of her thigh, one hand at each leg until they reached the naked spot of flesh where her stockings ended and were held by the snaps of her white lace garter belt. Momentarily Emily froze at the contact of their fingers, crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Looking down she could see but the tops of their blond heads, for they were watching the progress of their own fingers upon her helplessly displayed thighs. Oh God, oh God, what were they doing to her? Once more her conscience came back to haunt her and to struggle with what the drug within her told her she must allow. She had to act! Had to stop this terrible sensation of excited helplessness! But her persistent students had no intention of stopping now, even though Emily's hands moved down feebly to protest, grabbing at their wrists in a futile attempt to keep them from going any farther. The distressed teacher tried desperately to hold their hands away from her, but they moved with force, pushing relentlessly upward past her hand and beginning to knead at the softness of Miss Sweeney's belly under the silky material of her panties. Then to Emily's great alarm she could feel them teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her fluttering abdomen, their fingers rotating steadily and maddeningly against the mound of her panty-hidden pussy, while she cooed softly, "Ohhhhh nonononononono!" Desperately, Emily pressed backward into the wall of the stairwell behind her, pressing her legs together in an effort to prevent the lewdly worming fingers from reaching the sanctuary of her most private flesh. Yet the dark-haired 23-year old realized dimly that although she was trying to escape the twins she was also at the same time rubbing her thighs excitingly against the secret area of her own deeply troubled and quivering vaginal slit. With the most acute embarrassment, Emily could feel herself growing more and more moist between her quivering thighs, and she pressed harder and harder to feel the wild forbidden pleasure burning there.
Then as the ardently preoccupied twins' fingers worked more and more insistently at her panty-protected pussy, indecision arose again within the captive teacher, and the pleasure she was receiving gained the upper hand and enabled the drug to do its insidious work. Suddenly it felt wickedly good to abandon herself to the dangerous pleasure, and Emily closed her eyes tight for a long moment, letting the rolling sensations of delight course through her trembling body. So long as this was all that happened, what was the harm? She had to know this divine excitation that the boys were giving her, no matter what! But suddenly Emily gasped in surprise. Above them the thundering noises of students going to the cafeteria had died down, and in the distance their combined voices could be heard coming from the rows of tables within the large dining room. Kevin had moved so gradually to her side that she hadn't noticed, and his hand was moving up to the soft cushiony surface of her panty-covered asscheeks, and he was searching fervently for the crevice between her buttocks, while in front of her Devin was making steady headway as his fingers pressed down, down, moving hers away so that he could penetrate the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Then it happened. Kevin's fingers probed lower in unison with Devin's, the one behind her the other in front, and as Devin's fingers penetrated the slippery wetness of her lewdly exposed pussy, within the narrow confines of her flimsy panties, Kevin's slipped up under the legband and found with unerring direction the seeping wet warmth of her pulsating pussy. A wave of shame passed over Miss Sweeney at the sudden gush of indecent pleasure that overcame all desires she might have had to resist the thirteen year old boys. Her moistly pulsating pussy was penetrated, covered from all directions, and she had never ever felt anything so wonderful in her life. Oh God what can I do? she cried. This was pure sex, pure lust on her part, and she was warping her prized pupils, what would ever become of them now? Emily bit down hard on her full lower lip. She could feel their wonderful squirming, worming fingers, moving delicately, upward, and back and forth, sliding and flicking, teasing and toying, driving her wild with joy! She was growing more and more troubled, more and more abandoned, and was no longer able to help herself. "Yessss..." she breathed. "Like that... lieeeke... thaaaat... oaaahhhh ah ah ah ah!"
Down below, Kevin's slender middle finger was worming upward within her passion-soaked cunt, beneath the elastic legband and up into the tightly clasping vaginal passage of his English teacher, feeling the smooth moist walls of her flowering pussy! From time to time his twin brother's fingers would meet his as Devin played with the swollen little bud of Emily's desire-tormented clit and then moved downward against the pliancy of the inner lips to the well-spread finger-penetrated orifice of the keening brunette's softly yielding cunt. Emily's whole body quivered as her impaled pussy felt the invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hairy pussy cover the palm of Devin's obscenely searching hand. All the fingers moved upon her intimate flesh as she writhed downward to meet them now, almost out of her mind with bliss, as the three of them crouched there beneath the school stairs. Emily didn't think that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked. Something had to give!
"Shall we do it to her now?" Kevin whispered to his brother. "I want to... bad!"
Devin looked down at his watch without ceasing his deft manipulations beneath Emily's skirt. "No... we can't... she'll be out of it in a few moments. Finish it up... finish it up!"
But the boys had little to do other than what they'd already accomplished in the searing hot pit of their teacher's desire- tormented pussy. While they worked feverishly within the temptingly spread area of their victim's loins, they felt the lithe young brunette's entire body tense, the tendons of her limbs taut as her head snapped back, hitting hard against the wall behind her, and high up inside her streaming pussy, the already open walls widened, sucking voraciously at Kevin's finger as he wormed and pressed ever upward, ever round and round, while Devin's slippery fingers rubbed more and more persistently at her quivering little clit that jerked and trembled with the onrush of completion.
"MMMmmmmmmm!" Miss Sweeney moaned, and then whined pitifully as she began to tremble and then to melt against him, her entire body slacking toward their boldly penetrating fingers.
"Aaaaaa!" she sighed, as though she were a recently punctured balloon. "Cumming! Cumming! Yesssss!"
It was good, so very good that Emily felt herself lifted to some heavenly orgasmic height, a place she had never visited before, but which she knew she would like to return to again and again.
"Oh boys... boyssss...!" she gasped, still quivering, a helpless butterfly palpitating against them. "OOOh boys! Thank you... thank you...!"
Slowly the moistly churning fingers were removed. Slowly and reluctantly the boys stood back from Emily Sweeney. She seemed stunned, still leaning against the wall, her passion rapidly receding. Her closed eyelids fluttered open after a long moment of silence.
"What... what?" she stammered.
"Are you feeling better, Miss Sweeney?" Devin asked.
Tears welled into Emily's eyes. She knew full well what had happened, full well what she had allowed, and worse, how it had been... how absolutely divine it had been!
"Oh!" she cried as the tears streamed forth. And then she was running past them, her heels clattering as she reached the front of the steps and began clambering upward. The flushed teenagers stood and listened until she was out of ear-range.
Miss Sweeney was not seen for several days and the substitute teacher was not nearly as pretty as she. Devin and Kevin began to grow restless. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the formula. Perhaps Miss Sweeney was seriously ill. They knew that she would have had no recurrent action from the formula, not after the last one, the drug working itself away after a period of roughly twenty-four hours.
It was difficult to decide what to do, and the boys finally asked Mr. Madison after chemistry class if he had spoken with the pretty English teacher.
"Miss Sweeney? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had visited Emily earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall weather held. Luke Madison refrained from telling the boys that Emily had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness" of the other day.
"Thanks, Mr. Madison. You know things just don't seem the same without Miss Sweeney."
"You're right about that, she certainly does add something by her presence among us." And I'd sure like to get a taste of that tight little ass of hers again too, he thought to himself, trying to figure out just how he could arrange it. Her illness indeed! he chortled to himself as he returned to the classroom to put away the experiment he'd been showing his class that day.
Devin and Kevin returned to their shared dorm room. That morning they would join the other boys outdoors for the picnic. Already as they lay resting upon their beds, the twins could hear the excited sounds of the other boys as they got ready to go outside. But other things were on their minds as they wondered whether or not Miss Sweeney would appear. As the time drew near, Devin started changing into his jeans and sneakers and sweatshirt, and Kevin followed suit. "We'd better take a dose of the formula along just in case," Devin muttered, while he tied the last knot of his sneaker.
"Yes... Emily may need a little of the hair of the dog!"
The Nevada weather was splendid and some 350 boys spread over the hillside behind the private school, yelling and shouting and laughing at their freedom from the comparatively dreary walls of the classrooms and dorms. All the boys had a gym class every day, and some of the seniors got to have special sports privileges. There was a school football team and in spring a baseball team, badminton, tennis and field hockey as well as volley ball were practiced. Now at various spots some of these sports could be seen taking place, and later on there would be relay races and the broad jump and running jump competitions. The picnic lunch, provided by the school kitchen, would be brought out after the heat of the games, and consumed at long wooden tables set up for that purpose down by the little creek that bordered the vast school property.
Devin and Kevin wandered despondently from game to game, greeting the boys with whom they were friendly, and being greeted by their teachers, all of whom admired the twin honor students. Mr. Madison was in charge of organizing the three-legged race, and the twins wandered past him without speaking. They felt slightly resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they might never get another chance to complete their 'study'. Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent 13-year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field. Automatically the twins jumped to their feet, as they watched the somberly attired Miss Sweeney making her way through the cavorting students. They saw her avoid Mr. Madison by several feet and continue walking toward the tennis lawn. The English teacher had been posted as one of the judges, and she had already missed one of the games, so she hurried along in her sensible brown loafers. Even from where they sat the thirteen year olds could see that Emily Sweeney was not herself. Instinctively Devin felt in his pocket for the small vial of formula he and his brother had prepared. Somehow that day the boys knew that they would find a way to administer it to their favorite teacher and subject. If they were successful this time it would be the last time, for they were uncertain of the long range effects of the formula on humans. Their guinea pigs were still thriving, but who knew what might happen with a real live human being, such as Miss Sweeney? Emily Sweeney smiled wanly as she left the judge's stand. The picnic lunch was coming up, and Emily was glad. She hadn't been eating very well at all during the days of her illness. But now for the first time she was hungry and looking forward to eating something. She had been examined by the school doctor who had told her in essence that Nevada was very hard hit at the moment by the London flu, and that it took various forms and sometimes lasted for a period of two weeks. He recommended complete bed rest, and aspirin, since antibiotics were not effective against the flu.
By the time the doctor had left her, Emily was almost convinced that it was the flu... the flu, of course, combined with her odd mental state. Somehow the combination must have had disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one good thing, if it could be called that. At least Emily had finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would have to be done so that she never ever had another of those terrible lapses! She had done a lot of reading while confined to her apartment, most of it in the field of psychiatry and psychoanalysis. She'd read countless case histories, and in one case, somewhat similar to her own, the patient had been restored to full health by a lasting and permanent relationship with a new man.
For the first time Emily admitted to herself that she did not want to find someone, and that the only way that would happen would be through a defrosting of her attitude toward everyone she met! The primary thing that concerned Miss Sweeney however was the effect her erotic spell that day under the stairs might have had upon Devin and Kevin Martz. And it was out of concern for them, that she made a specific effort to maintain her sanity and her self-assurance. No matter what happened, she must talk to the boys and try her best to negate the shameful actions that had taken place outside the school cafeteria! And if she felt that the boys needed some kind of special psychiatric treatment because of her, Miss Sweeney was prepared to sacrifice her career to make sure that their lives weren't permanently ruined. Therefore, it was with a great sense of anticipation that Emily went to the picnic ground, for she hoped to run into Devin and Kevin there. She was not disappointed, for midway between her first and second bite of a double cheeseburger, the blond twins rushed up to her with effusive greetings.
"I'm glad to see you too, boys..." Emily admitted, although she did not add that she had felt a disturbing sensation within the first sight of the attractive young teenagers. "I must talk with you, boys! I'm sure you must want to talk with me too!" she added.
"We sure do!" Devin declared, and he and Kevin stared at Emily's face with such open and unabashed admiration, that the dark-haired teacher had to blush and turn her eyes away.
"There... there must be someplace quiet where we can go," she said softly. Why did she feel so much confusion, when she'd already thought this out so carefully in her mind? Something about the mere presence of the slender adolescents was disturbing.
"We know a place!"
The principal of the school, Mr. Redding, was addressing a group of seniors when Miss Sweeney and her two prize pupils strolled by. Hayden Redding watched their progress without seeming to take his mind off what he was saying to the students. Qualities like these had helped put him in his present position of authority. Hayden was happy to see Miss Sweeney up and about again, and once more he congratulated himself on having hired the good- looking English teacher. It was hopeless, of course, to think that anything could ever happen between Emily Sweeney and himself. Then on the other hand, he had felt the same way some years before about his faithful secretary Miss Marshall. She had certainly come around, even if it had taken six years to melt down her initial reserve. There was always hope, Mr. Redding decided as Emily's shapely figure disappeared down the sloping grassy hill. The main element was time, he reminded himself, time and his own persuasive personality. These were two things in which the older man had the utmost confidence.
"And so as I was saying young men. It's faith in yourself that will carry you ahead in this world. Yes... it will take you wherever you want to go!"
But many members of the group of six boys had also noticed Miss Sweeney walking by. Most of them had had her in their earlier English classes, and many of them talked about her whenever the opportunity arose. It wasn't difficult pretending they were hanging on Mr. Redding's every word while watching the provocative sway of the pretty 23-year old instructor's hips as she moved past and away from the group. When finally the principal's attention had been diverted, and he wandered away, Mike 'King' Simpson grinned lewdly at the others, "Did I ever tell you about the time Miss Sweeney came on to me?"
"Naw... aw... go on, King... What a loud mouth!"
"A lot of hot air!"
"Go on... tell us about it!"
The boys gathered around. George and Jerry and Tommy, freckle- faced Billy and Marv. Even though they knew King was lying, they all wanted to hear a good story about Miss Sweeney. It wouldn't be the first one he'd told, and many of them had enjoyed themselves much later far into the night in their own beds, remembering and pretending that it had happened to them.
"She comes up to me, see..." King was bigger and stronger than the others, in fact, no one would have taken him for just a high school senior because of his height and muscular build. Yet King was only eighteen and although not a sterling student, a fine athlete who had helped the football team immensely.
"Where?" Billy asked, a classic expression of disbelief on his face.
"After class one day... this was last year, you know. And she says to me, you know in that sweet voice of hers. 'Kent...? Would you mind staying a bit after class? I have some things I'd like you to help me with'."
"Yeah... that's what she said. But I could tell right off just by the look in her eye... that she didn't have just any old thing on her mind... if you know what I mean!"
"So what happened? Get on with it, King!"
"So she's got me carting these book boxes, right? Putting them in the closet. And then when I'm straightening up after the last one and we're in the big closet, she comes up to me and starts running her hands over my muscles and saying things like how strong I am and all that shit! And then she starts rubbing on my cock... and man I've got a raging hardon you can't believe!"
King was warming to his story. He knew he had his audience right where he wanted them, and the attention fed his enormous ego to perfection. The red-headed boy took a deep breath and continued, squatting on his haunches in the middle of a circle of fascinated teenagers.
"Well, first thing I know she takes it out... zip... pop! Just like that!"
"You bet it was! And then she's looking at it like she's never seen one before, and she's holdin' it and touchin' it like she's seen plenty! Before I could say a word she'd down on her knees poppin' it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop!"
"Wow... Miss Sweeney gave you head!"
"Shit, I wish she'd blow me!"
"Man, she was puffing and blowing and she just wouldn't quit. I'm holding onto the closet door for dear life, and feeling like the top of my head's gonna go any minute!"
"Did you cum? Did you cream in her mouth?"
"What happened next?"
"Did I cum! Well, she kept making all these little cooing noises and her tongue was all slippery and her mouth was wide and wet and DID I CUM?! She had it drooling out of both sides of her mouth, and she was gulping and swallowing like she couldn't get enough of it, and at the end I had to push her head away... you know... like it was getting too much!"
The circle of boys was quiet now, all of them breathing heavily as they waited for some kind of punch line.
"What'd she do then?"
"Well, this is the part you've got to hear. She says to me, still on her knees... looking up at me with those big blue eyes ... she says, 'Oh Kent, how I'd like to have it inside me'!"
"Did ya do it?"
"Naw... just then somebody comes into the room and we have to act like nothing was happening. I didn't get inside her till later one..."
"Tell about it!"
King appeared to be thinking, trying to come up with an even more salacious fib, when he spotted Devin and Kevin Martz, clad in their identical blue T-shirts and genuinely faded jeans and sneakers. The boys were hurrying toward the refreshment stand it seemed, and King suddenly got an idea.
"Say... I'll bet she was down there fooling around with those creepy twins!"
"Aw come on, King, you got to be kidding!"
But King thought it might be fun anyway to go find Miss Sweeney, especially after all the things he'd said about her. He'd just chat a little bit in front of the other boys, and then afterward, he'd turn anything she might have said into something dirty. Rubbing his large ham-like hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, King led the way down the hillside toward the thicket he'd seen Miss Sweeney and the twins go to.
Emily lay sprawled on the soft grass, anxiously waiting the return of the twins. She'd sent them off to get a cold drink for her in hopes that the spell she felt coming on would have passed by their return, but now Emily knew that she wanted them to return for another reason, to assuage the yearning she felt, that insistent desire that erased all other considerations from her mind with its pulsing madness! In her mouth, the drugged young teacher could still taste the raspberry flavored jelly that the boys had given her in a sandwich, and for some odd reason this taste seemed to add to her licentious state of mind. It was also reminiscent of something else, but Emily couldn't think of what. She couldn't think of anything, in fact, but the burning, tingling torment down between her legs. Fortunately she was in a secluded spot, and while she still had a measure of self-preservation in her, Emily rolled still further into the bushes, carrying with her a discarded tennis racket that she'd been carrying, hoping to give it to the rightful owner. Now, however, Emily had other plans for the tennis racket, and as she felt its thick handle in her perspiring palm the tormented woman knew for certain just what they were. Scrambling out of her panties took a split second, and with a moan of terror combined with longing, Emily spread the cream-white nakedness of her thighs as her stockings dropped limply down to her calves, unhinged from their garter snaps. Holding the unwieldy racket in both hands, Emily bared the dark curl of her quivering cunt, revealing the glistening inner coral of her tender pussy lips. Within those tight petal-like lips an inferno was raging, and with a little groan of self-pity, Emily lowered the oddly shaped pole between her lewdly widespread legs until it reached the desire-drenched entrance to her aching pussy. It felt cold and hard, and yet Emily had to try to get it inside her... somehow or other she would get the surcease she needed from this obscene instrument, and perhaps it would be over and she would be fine by the time the 13-year old twins returned. The leather grip covering on the handle made little headway within the passion-drenched opening of Emily's widespread pussy, and yet, with determination and more muscle than she thought she had, the drugged teacher was able to insert the oddly shaped handle just a fraction of an inch up into the wide-stretched orifice of her hairy vaginal passage.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she crooned, "Uuuuuuuuuugggghhhh!"
Miss Sweeney's whereabouts would have gone completely undetected by the searching seniors had they not heard the rising tones of the wildly thrashing brunette's lust. It was King who first heard them. They were passing right by the little clump of bushes. And then the others heard them too, and within moments they had moved into the brush to investigate the strange sounds.
Emily opened her eyes wide as she heard the noises. She hoped it was only her imagination, for the obscenely inserted tennis racket handle was twisting and turning within the heated confines of her fully presented pussy, bringing her to the wild climax that she needed in order to survive at all!
"Christ, will you get a load of that!" It was Billy speaking, for the others - even King - were absolutely speechless in front of the most licentious display any of them had ever seen or dreamed of! King was the first to recover his voice, however, as his eyes met the terrified eyes of his old English teacher, Miss Sweeney, as she lay half-naked in the bushes with the tennis racket shoved up between her legs. Nothing he could have invented about her would have matched this moment for pure obscenity, and yet, to the tall overgrown senior, it seemed suddenly that every lie he'd ever told about Miss Sweeney had been true. That she had indeed propositioned him, that she was in truth a hot nympho who would do it with anybody who came along... especially him! His thick lips parted and King smiled, a cocky self-assured expression set itself on his irregular features and he spoke. "Hey, Miss Sweeney... all you had to do was tell me... if its screwing you want... I'd be happy to oblige! Me... and maybe some of the other boys, too!" He might just as well have struck the mortified young teacher. The impact would have been no greater. As King came down over her, she raised her hands between them, planting them against his broad chest as if to hold him away. But he grabbed hold of the tennis racket, and began to thrust it deeper inside her than she herself had gone. With a cry of alarm, Emily stared at the big boy with horror while the delicious sensations continued to torment her entire being.
None of the circle of boys even saw Devin and Kevin as they came running up behind them, and throughout the entire unprecedented event no one ever noticed that the twins were standing on the borderline, observing everything.
"I told you we never should have left her!" Devin cried. "You could have gone and I could have stayed here!"
"And let you get in on everything first? Just because you were born first doesn't mean you have to get everything first!"
"What difference does it make now?" Devin replied angrily. They'd done it... fluffed their big chance again, and now they dared not get involved with what was about to happen. The best they could do was to hang around to make sure that nobody got caught. The best they could do was to hope that they would have better luck next time!
"Dear God, no, no, no!" Emily was crying, but she watched in an unwanted, suddenly inflamed, half-stupor while the others moved closer, encircling her and King. To her dismay they were at King's suggestion unbuckling their belts, letting down their trousers, exposing their lust-hardened shafts of varying sizes wherever she turned. They were jutting out from the boys' youthful loins, pointing at her almost accusingly, rigidly ready and poised to punish her for what they had found her doing in the bushes!
"It can't be! It just can't be happening!" Emily whined, shaking her dark curls in utter disbelief as the burly senior rose before her, pulling with him the offending tennis racket, making her feel the harsh scraping of its exit from her delicate vaginal interior. But she saw that he too was unfastening his pants to let them slip to the ground, baring his thick projecting rod of flesh to her horrified eyes.
"No... you're mistaken... No you've got to let me alone. Boys, please... please go away!"
A wave of sniggers and chortles came down to her burning ears as if in answer to her plea, while Emily gaped incredulously at the grinning young seniors, looking from one face to the other for some assistance, a spark of pity. But she found none. The boys had been too well convinced... first by King's made-up stories, and then by her own lewd circumstances. They stood above her with legs spread apart, each boy obscenely stroking his individually lust-hardened penis.
"We got time!" King declared, answering his own mute question. "You want to take your clothes off yourself? Or shall we help you. A lot of the boys ain't never seen an English teacher naked, you know! Won't take a second!"
As she read the obvious enjoyment that King was deriving from his brutal words, Emily tried to speak. But she couldn't. The words seemed to stick in her throat. Still, she raised up to her knees groggily, looking up at King, her tearful eye pleading for mercy. At the same time, King caught hold of her long unpinned hair, and with a short yank, pulled Emily's face toward the soft wet-tipped end of his penis. Emily cringed back in pure revulsion, feeling nausea overcoming her.
"Aw come on, King... she's sucked your dick enough... let's get her clothes off!" Teddy spoke, and Billy, Jerry, Tom and Mel agreed.
"But King fucks her first!" King said with a snarl.
"I want her to suck me off like she done you!" Teddy added.
The boys seemed to derive pleasure from letting their grammar grow progressively worse, as though this would further humiliate the captive English teacher.
The ugly words circulating around her suddenly gave Emily the strength to jump to her feet, her passion-weakened body and drugged brain reacting in a vain attempt to escape them. She lunged forward, but they caught her easily, two of them holding her while King's hands pulled at her clothes. "She's already got her panties off. That's a help. But let's get a look at those boobs!"
Emily stood helplessly shivering while they stripped her, their hands pawing obscenely at her breasts, buttocks and loins as they became completely exposed to the teenager's depraved eyes. There was nothing that the terrified young teacher could do against their number and strength. She was completely at their mercy.
Then they were pushing her backward, and she felt the grass cold and almost refreshing beneath her naked buttocks. Then she was flat on her back, and it seemed as though at least four of them were holding her, but she couldn't be sure. Everything became a blur and jumble of assorted scents and words and boyish hands, obscenely touching hands! The boys bent wild-eyed over her to drink in the beautiful young woman's cock-rousing nakedness. Many of them had never seen a naked girl before, and most of them had certainly never touched one. But this was special. This was no ordinary girl. As King reminded them, "remember who she is. I've been telling you about her, boys. She loves it. Rahm be fooled. Would she have been out here doing it to herself with a goddamned tennis racket otherwise? This is Miss Sweeney, the English teacher, the one who gives out all them zeros... remember?"
Everyone remembered, and a lustful groan of agreement went up from the naked teenagers.
"Just look at those tits!" someone said.
"Man... that soft black-haired little cunt... look at it!"
Momentarily Emily thought she might faint, but she was not to be so lucky. In spite of all the terror and revulsion at the horrible way her helplessly defenseless body was exposed to the lustfully crouching students, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure still whirled deep down within her quivering belly, and her fully rounded H-cup breasts jiggled sensuously with each jagged breath she took. Then through the sea of faces above her, she once more distinguished the wickedly leering face of King Simpson, and she knew that within moments she would be his victim. She shut her eyes tightly while the whirlpools of unwanted yearning shot through her. Dear God! She had to fight it with all the strength she had! She couldn't succumb to the awful betrayal of her body the way she had with the twins... the way she had with Luke Madison! She had to resist them! But suddenly she felt the thick naked cock touching her vulnerable pussy split, starting at the top and wriggling determinedly into the sensitive folds of her outer pussy. Shock spiraled wildly up Emily's spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly scintillating rockets. Hot meteors of irresistible desire were raining down over her whole body as her moistly heated cuntal lips quivered and her shamefully exposed loins jerked involuntarily upward, wanting this thick weapon of masculinity to speed deep inside her aching pussy, no matter who it belonged to!
"See... see... how she wants it!" King bragged, teasing, moving his lust-swollen cock in tormenting little motions against the open crevice of Emily's dark, hairy pussy.
Emily had never felt so blatantly wanton in her entire life. The way she had felt before was nothing compared to the way she felt now! She had come alive spontaneously, and demons seemed to be dancing wickedly just below the surface of her smooth silk-like flesh. Her nakedly gyrating asscheeks ground desperately down into the hard grass-covered earth beneath her, as she saw in blurred outline and felt the fingers moving all over her body, touching her breasts and hips, and legs moving at her lips and tongue, along her neck and arms. A low soul-stirring moan came from the depths of her lungs as she clutched upward, pulling King Simpson down against her, and grinding her straining, upthrust cunt onto his hammering penis.
GOD WOULD HE NEVER ENTER HER? She had forgotten all her humiliation, all her fears, any and all obligations she had ever known. She needed but one thing now and that was this boy's cock! More than anything, she had to have the full width and depth of it churning within her tingling, desire-tormented pussy! King grinned down at Miss Sweeney as she yanked his head down to hers, kissing his lips, his nose, his cheeks, while down below, she guided the thickly engorged head of his long rigid member straight into the fully spread entrance of her cuntal sheath. King's powerful young body smashed nakedly down upon her as Emily Sweeney's soft asscheeks sank into the earth. The boy levered up, and rammed the full hardness of his eagerly throbbing penis as deep as it would lunge into his former teacher's upturned pussy. He could feel her hot and soft and tightly clasping around his pulsing hot member as his testicles smacked heavily into the crevice of her gyrating buttocks. For Emily had convulsively drawn her legs upward, straining against the young Yarmouth student, lifting her feet to place them upon his tensed and massive shoulders.
"Deeper... deeeeeeeper..." she moaned softly, "Deeeeeper!" For deep as King Simpson had sunk into the tight elasticity of her hungry pussy, it wasn't deep enough! The drugged English teacher was caught up in an insane vortex of naked raw lust and now, surrounded by the young boys of the senior class, she could only realize that one was not enough! She had to have them all before she would be satisfied! Madly, wantonly, Emily bucked beneath the boy, waiting for the pounding of his thrusting hard cock to give her the orgasm she needed, and then, impossibly, as she clung to him in desperation, teetering just on the brink of final ecstasy, she abruptly sensed his plunging rod of boy-flesh stiffen without warning, spewing its white-hot semen far up into the lustfully milking walls of her tormented womb.
Emily groaned and gasped out with disappointment. "Too soon ..." she murmured, "... You were tooooo sooooooon!"
Then the bright sunshine was shining down on her again, and the weight of King Simpson was lifted from her desire-steeped nakedness. Angrily, she thrashed upon the ground, feeling empty and lost, wanting, wanting, wanting. Then she felt them crowding in, leering, gaping at the delicate coral slit nestling in the softness of her semen-soaked pubic hair, its intimacy flowered open into full view of all who were there. Someone else was well positioned between her widespread white thighs. Her ankles were being held, and now raised, bending her body backward until she gasped with the stretching pain.
Billy looked down at the first woman he'd ever touched. He could see Miss Sweeney's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her nakedly trembling body straining beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her luscious hair-covered cunt was presented to him, as if on a silver platter. He smiled down at it, listening to the others who were urging him to hurry, for their turn came next. Then he commenced to stroke the long shaft of his rigid young penis, aware of the eyes of the others glued upon him. They were waiting breathlessly for his contribution to the lewd spectacle, and he was determined not to disappoint them or himself. His body swayed on his knees as his sweat-glistening face shone in the brilliant glow of the Nevada autumn sun. Awkwardly, his pelvis thrust forward. Then savagely, he lunged forward, not knowing that there were any tender means of taking a woman, thinking that brutality was the best. Far more animalistic than his buddy King had been, his slender cock plowed forward into the deep, suffocating folds of Miss Sweeney's tight cuntal passage, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh rippling before it, believing that this was what she wanted and endeavoring to fulfill both her wish and his, not to mention the wishes of the panting group of students around them. Beneath his thrust Emily Sweeney's body quaked spasmodically as the full length of yet another thick male cock plunged headlong into her unresisting belly. Her mind raced. Here was the length she needed, here it was... Billy's lips nibbled and bit at her own, and she felt herself nibbling and biting back. She thought of him with love now, knowing that he would bring her to mind-shattering completion, knowing, as the teenager began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his nakedly plunging cock as deep into her open cunt as he could, that she would soon receive the solace that her helplessly drugged body so desperately needed.
"Oh yes... yes..." the dark-haired English teacher cooed, and as the wondrous sensations began to swell within her, she raised her eyes. She could see all the lustfully peering faces ... and in the distance, she thought she could see the twins. She was proud in some strange way she could not understand. There in the secluded grove, during the school picnic, she, Emily Sweeney was experiencing the greatest excitement of her life! Beneath her she felt a fingertip probe roughly at the opening of her defenseless puckered ass, teasing at it like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused and then probed again, and suddenly penetrated her secret nether flesh, worming deeply around at the tender spongy insides. It felt uncomfortable at first, inside her back there, and then as it rolled around and around, enlarging the tiny opening until the palm of the invading hand could lay flat against her writhing asscheeks, Emily began to like its added sensation. Mercilessly above her, Billy commenced a raping sawing motion in and out of the pretty young teacher's sensitive little cunt, plunging and withdrawing, slamming and pummeling, while below the finger sunk deep in her ass united with the penetrating cock in a steady rhythmic team, wringing whimpers and sighs of joy from Emily's throat, making her wiggle and turn sensuously in cadence with their obscene dual fucking. The outrageous debasement and subjugation aroused deeply hidden masochistic delights, causing Emily to tingle with delight at what was happening to her. From all around her, hands groped upon her lushly mounded breasts and stiffened nipples, smoothed at her trembling belly, and she was loving it... loving it! She saw that some of the other boys were masturbating, beating their hands wildly and rhythmically upon their desire- swollen penises. Then Teddy was kneeling over her face, and a pair of obscenely looming buttocks obscured her vision as a large hot cock was stuffed unceremoniously into her gaping mouth. She was a helpless, defenseless prisoner who could do nothing whatsoever to stop the deliciousness rape of her open-splayed pussy, and her deeply imbedded ass, and her wide open mouth!
Oh RAHM stop... don't ever stop! she thought.
"JEEZ... get a load of that... Everything King said about her was true!"
"I told yuh! I told yuh!" King cried.
"What a hot number!"
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Emily now, setting her raw nerve-tingling body on edge as she listened to the degrading obscenities pour from their lips. The softly heaving mounds of the English teacher's breasts quivered voluptuously up against the pressure of Billy's chest, or was it someone else's hands. Nothing was clear now, nothing certain, only the tidal wave that was coming over her like a breathtaking indescribable elation, roaring through the 23-year old's drugged body. The tightly stretched lips of her writhing cunt worked and sucked at Billy's hard-driving penis, while her lips and tongue pulled urgently upon the sliding cock that plugged her mouth with its lewdly slithering bulk. Powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her head down to her desperately flexing and unflexing toes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt hard cocks being placed in her empty hands, and she jerked and pulled at them until they began to spew forth their white liquid, letting it fall and splatter all over her quivering and exposed body. And then she was cumming too, cumming simultaneously with all the others, feeling Billy's plunging shaft of hardness expand and pour still more lust-heated sperm deep up into her quaking womb. Then another mounted her, and then another. Probably another, but Emily couldn't tell. It was too good and too crazy. She was debased as she had never been debased before, and her mind was a befogged mass of clay. And then after rising to still another height and plunging again from its wondrous depths, Emily stirred from the blackness of unconsciousness. They were gone. All of them gone! How long it had been over she could not tell, except that now, the sky was darker than it had been before, and now she lay fully clothed upon the grass, even her hair had been pinned up in a make-shift way. Only the dazed memory and the soreness of her limbs and delicate feminine flesh attested to what had happened. With infinite care Emily Sweeney rose from the ground and staggered out of the thicket.
What now? she thought. What now?
"A leave of absence, Miss Sweeney?" Hayden Redding sat behind his desk, his paunch partially hidden by the papers in front of him.
"Yes, that's right, Mr. Redding. You see... I... I haven't been myself recently. I need time to recover my health so that I can be a good teacher to the boys and a credit to the school."
"Well... I suppose we can arrange it, Miss Sweeney." Hayden was thinking. Supposing he told her she'd have to get down on her hands and knees and suck him off before he'd let her go! That would be something all right! But while nothing prevented the middle-aged principal of the Yarmouth School from thinking about such a thing, he knew that he wouldn't suggest such a thing.
"Yes... we can certainly arrange it," he added. "May I add that we will miss you sorely, my dear! You must hurry back to us!"
Emily was grateful. She stood up. "Oh thank you Mr. Redding. I will... I certainly will. A month should be sufficient!"
As she turned to go out the door after shaking the principal's hand, Emily was confident. She hurried out of the office, unaware of Hayden Redding's lascivious stare on her ripely swaying asscheeks and long shapely legs.
She'll go way, get laid by someone and come back feeling a lot better, he thought to himself as he sat back down at his desk.
"Good day, Miss Marshall!" Emily sang. She was free, free ... and she would recover... she would!
The principal's secretary bid Miss Sweeney a frigid 'good day' in return, curious and jealous about why the younger woman was in such good spirits after leaving her boss's office, and thinking she'd better find out!
"Oh, glad you came in, Connie. I've got a little dictation."
"I thought you might need me, Hayden!" Miss Marshall cooed, sitting down in the dictation chair beside Mr. Redding's desk.
"Before we begin, Connie..."
"Yes, Hayden?" Connie looked up hopefully. It had been a long time... she was beginning to wonder. Her heart thumped in her throat as she waited.
A twinkle came into Hayden's normally stone serious eyes as his tone changed completely.
"Come here, gorgeous!" he said, holding his arms open wide.
"Oh Hayden!" Miss Marshall flew into the offered embrace. It was wonderful to love and be loved in secret by the Yarmouth principal. It made up for all the work she had to do... for the low salary, and for the impertinences of the various teachers.
"Go lock the door, Connie. I want to see you... really see you!"
"Oh Hayden... yes, yes!" Connie ran to the door, her flesh thrilling as she thought of how she would be nakedly pressed against Hayden's masculine chest, she would know these delights which he and only he had brought out in her. Oh they might think she was a 'professional virgin' all right, but she knew different!
"Leaving, Miss Sweeney?" Devin and Kevin Martz couldn't believe their ears. The bitter memory of how the other boys had taken advantage of the aphrodisiac they'd given to her still burned in their minds. They recalled all too well the pleasures the others had reaped from their own dear Miss Sweeney, when they should have been the ones! They had been the ones to go and carefully dress their unconscious teacher after the others had had their naked fill of her drug-stimulated body. They'd pinned up her hair and made her look as respectable as possible under the circumstances.
But now, they honestly felt the pain of the young teacher's departure, and tried desperately to think of something they could do about it.
"It's for you, boys," Emily said earnestly. "I'm leaving so that I can be in perfect health and return to teaching you the way I did before!"
"Gee, Miss Sweeney," Devin pleaded, thinking quickly, "would you give us just one more of those special study sessions again before you leave?"
Emily agreed to show the boys all of her art books on the night before she was to leave the school. She arranged a special 'stay up' pass for them, and at 7:15p they were to meet in the empty study hall.
However, before Emily was ready to leave, at precisely five minutes after seven, she heard a light tapping at her door. Opening it, she discovered the two eager thirteen year olds, hair brushed and faces shining clean, dressed in their best vest sweaters and shirts, long pants with cuffs and brown oxfords. All of this constituted a kind of school uniform, but on Devin and Kevin the familiar outfit looked more special than usual. Emily was taken aback by their presence, and when she wondered aloud how they had been able to get into the faculty wing, they told her the truth. They had shown their special pass, plus the large important-looking bunch of flowers that they had gone to town that afternoon to buy for their departing teacher, and the old man on duty had indulgently let them in.
Emily sat down on the studio couch, somewhat nonplused. Her eyebrows knit together in consternation at the realization that she was alone with the boys in her small apartment. Evidences of her packing were all around, and all the knickknacks and special mementos that had been placed about before, were now temporarily gone. It gave the small apartment a forlorn air, and Devin and Kevin were the first to feel the stark reality of Miss Sweeney's leave-taking.
Devin thrust the bouquet of flowers into Emily's arms and the boys stood back, admiring the beauty of the red and white carnations below their teacher's lovely flower-like face. They were striking together, the colorful flowers and dark-haired Miss Sweeney, and seeming to sense this and the dramatic sadness of the moment, Emily began to cry.
She didn't want to leave the school. She had never wanted to leave, not for a moment, not even for summer vacations. So far she had spent the summers tutoring boys who were failing, and looking forward to her regular students in the fall. Now, she was going away, forced into leaving really by the terrible shame of her own unexplainably lewd behavior. She would be leaving these wide-eyed young creatures, both so beautiful really that they didn't quite look human... more like some kind of woodland animal. Yet she couldn't remain to corrupt them. She must be someone the twins would always remember with affection and... yes, respect, despite her obscene lapse under the school stairwell that day. As far as the tragedy that had taken place on the day of the school picnic was concerned, Emily was not at all sure that she hadn't imagined seeing the Martz boys' faces looking earnestly on while she took on the entire bunch of rowdy seniors. Yet deep down inside she knew that they must have seen it all, hadn't they been due to return any moment with a cold drink for her? If only she hadn't sent them away, she might have been with them instead of those disgusting boys who would now spread ugly rumors about her to the entire class. Just the thought of the things they'd say made Emily blush fiercely, and as Kevin took the flowers from her trembling arms and went in search of a vase, she continued to sob softly to herself. It was all crazy and mixed up, and it didn't seem fair that any of this should be happening to her. What had she done to deserve such suffering?
By Kevin's return, Devin had moved to comfort his teacher, sitting close by her side and gently stroking her arm.
"There, there..." he muttered.
"Rahm cry, Miss Sweeney." Kevin sat on the other side and soothed at Emily's pretty dark hair, brushing it back from her face. Both boys knew that what they were attempting was an experiment beyond any they had previously thought out. They had not brought any of the infamous "formula" with them. Not a single drop. It had been too awful watching Miss Sweeney go through those body-and-mind-shattering torments at the picnic. Too painful to see that something usually went wrong and they were thwarted from their amorous goal.
Emily felt Devin's lips gentle upon her neck, and then the young boy's breath was blowing warm on the exposed area of her upper chest, his chin moving the fabric of her soft blouse downward toward the hidden cream-whiteness of her firm full breasts. Emily continued to sob softly for a time, letting herself become completely limp in their arms. Her two prize pupils held her and petted her, kissed their teacher gently, ardently while in her mind Emily thought of what might have been ... the long-ago lover that might have become a loving husband, had he not chosen to take her virginity, all her young passion, and then move on... the career that might have been spotless, untarnished by the lustful necessities of her body! But this was what she wanted, desired like this. This was what she needed from her two young boys! Her long dark eyelashes fluttered wildly as she felt Devin's flushed face pressing now against the heated surface of her breast. How had her blouse come unbuttoned? How had she let this happen? And the clasp of her bra seemed to have melted to nothingness! Deep in her trembling belly the aroused young teacher felt the strongest surge of lust she had ever known. This was different from before - much different. Her motivation seemed to be coming from her mind as well as her body, rather than originating with her body and eventually clouding her mind. This time she wanted to give herself up to love... not to the shadow of her long departed lover, but to these beautiful children! Her own students. Now it seemed as though it had been these tenderly caressing fingers she'd wanted all along. On some subconscious level, they were the ones she'd felt would give her just what she needed!
"Incredible!" The 13-year old boys murmured over and over. Moving slowly, they easily and without the least bit of resistance removed each delicate article of Miss Sweeney's clothing. Gracefully she turned to allow them each withdrawal, each uncovering of her splendid nakedness. It was all right, it was perfectly all right! She kept telling herself. It had to be, didn't it... for she was going to do it anyway!
Devin and Kevin were overwhelmed as never before by the sight of their teacher's pale, almost translucent skin, gleaming like a rich and exotic jewel against the dark plaid couch cover, for they knew that her arousal this time was real... not forced by the drug they'd originally invented from a book of aphrodisiac recipes. Their flesh burned at the sight of the lovely creature who decided to give herself to them without the benefit of the precious "formula"! Already they could feel what it would be like to possess this willingly waiting woman ten years older than they. Shortly they would know the delights of her secret flesh, the way they had known those of their father's unfaithful second wife. But this time love would be their motivation, rather than hatred! It was better... much better!
Leaping up simultaneously, the boys quickly peeled away their own clothing. The sweaters, shirts and T-shirts came off almost in one piece over their heads, and the rest soon followed suit. As their two boyish penises thrust into view, Emily sighed audibly. Already she seemed to feel the hard young shafts buried deep inside her rapidly moistening pussy.
"Come... come..." she whispered huskily, holding her arms up. "Come to me, hurry!"
Devin clasped his wildly throbbing penis firmly in his small strong hands, feeling it alive with a will of its own, pulsing hotly against his fingers, anxious for the long awaited moment. As he watched his teacher's desire-wracked body squirming around on the couch as she waited for him... waiting for both of them, Devin felt a moment of elation. He knew and he knew that his brother knew it too. This was quite different from old Nicolette, his father's ex-wife. The feelings the scheming thirteen year olds had for Miss Sweeney were far deeper than that. Where they had hated the blonde woman their father had married, and with good reason, they loved the dark-haired Miss Sweeney.
Unconsciously, Kevin beside him began to pump up and down on the blood-engorged shaft of his wildly aching penis.
Emily lay back, her body trembling from the strong emotions within her. Only the boys knew that she had had none of the formula. Not even the smallest bit of it. The sensations of lewd desire she was experiencing felt just the same as before, but this time they were real! Devin's mouth was dry and he too felt overcome with a surplus of emotion by the sight of the nakedly waiting teacher. But while he hesitated, he saw his twin brother move in front of him. It was like watching himself. The trim naked buttocks, the strong lithe back. The boy moved up onto the studio bed so that he was kneeling directly over the dark-haired older woman, his knees parting hers.
"Wait for me!" Devin cried, impatiently, moving quickly toward his brother and the sensuously reclining twenty-three year old. "We can do it together... sort of like before!" he said, pulling Kevin away as he added his own slender boy's body to the voluptuous milk-white curves and indentations of Miss Sweeney's receptively waiting form. Devin had an idea, and he wasn't sure it would work, but he was determined to try. He lay down on the studio couch and reached out for Miss Sweeney.
"What... is it... what do you want me to do?" Emily asked in a quavering voice.
"Come lie on top of me!" Devin hissed. Already his young cock had quivered to rigid attention, anticipating the imminent approach of Miss Sweeney's sweetly pulsing cunt.
The young boy felt slim and smooth beneath her as Emily lay obligingly on top of him, separating her legs and feeling the staff of his boyish cock pressing against the outer hair-covered mound of her supple pussy.
"Oh..." she gasped, as Devin's tongue reached up for hers, and his fingers began a deft manipulation of the breasts that were pressed to his undeveloped chest.
Emily could see everything that was happening with the 13-year old adolescents as though she were looking on at herself from a great distance. A sane, self-appraising inner eye was watching and saw a woman who was lost in the throes of passion, responding blindly, groping out for the most perverse fulfillment! Way in the back of her mind, Emily recalled the Greeks and their great love for young boys, and although she was not yet that old herself, she could understand why! Oh yes, there was definitely something to be said for young boys! It was as though a key had been turned in the lock that had been waiting all these years to be opened again, and the formerly repressed school teacher found herself thoroughly aroused, her thighs and softly trembling belly afire against Devin's eager young form, all the forbidden desire and excitement and longing welling up inside her belly and chasing away the despondency of a short moment ago. Behind the lewdly intertwined duo, Kevin could see the long white spread-eagled limbs of his favorite teacher, and temptingly, her full and quivering asscheeks. Then, as if on some kind of signal, he saw Miss Sweeney rise up slightly on her knees, presented the fully puckered entrance to her anal passage back to him just as she placed the tiny orifice of her silken pussy upon his brother's raging hard cock. Kevin knew what his job was, and understood with what delight he would undertake it. Miss Sweeney was theirs... at long last, completely theirs. And he moved up behind her on the couch, and pressed the blunt bulbous head of his throbbing hot penis to the small virginal opening of her ass.
"Unggh," Emily groaned, as her student pressed forward. But Kevin didn't stop his relentless drive up into her wide- stretching ass, shoving forward with all the might of his young athletic frame.
Devin thrust upward, and felt the thickly rounded head of his young cock moving with youthful urgency upward into the soft clinging pink folds of the older woman's cunt. As he thrust, Emily groaned against him, and he felt that Kevin's skewering, worming penis had penetrated the young teacher's futilely resisting anal passage! Devin could even feel his brother's cock surging parallel to his through the thin membrane that separated Emily's raging pussy from her fire-filled back-passage.
"OH GOD!" Emily crumpled forward onto Devin, only to be buffeted back again against his twin brother by the boy's brutal upward thrusts. The English teacher's long legs jackknifed out wide as she felt her two private orifices invaded by the most feverish delight. Her nakedly presented body was suddenly liberated by the pleasure of the two illicit invasions, and sandwiched between the teenage twins, she let a low moan of satisfaction escape her lust-contorted lips. The whimpering brunette lay trembling between two tightly imbedded hardnesses, equal in size and equal in eagerness to please. They felt so very good way up there inside her, filling her totally, so that there was no way to turn without knowing the hard masculine presence dually thrusting into her velvety depths.
"Ooooohhhhhh goooooood, goooood!" Devin cried. At last his youthful cock was penetrating his beloved teacher's hotly clasping pussy, making all his dreams come true. Crichton, they'd been planning this for so long. Now the second woman in the twins' young adolescent years was thoroughly impaled by their lustfully driving cocks. Devin gasped as he felt the older woman squirming above him, clutching at his shoulders and hips to draw him even closer. Her breasts, full and silken-textured, brushed against the flat of his chest and he grabbed the straining cheeks of her greedily trembling buttocks, spreading them wide for his brother's every sodomistic downward thrust, simultaneously driving his own aching penis far up into the tight slippery wetness of the mewling woman's hairy pussy. Between the two of them, the boys gathered more and more strength with each rhythmic thrust, keeping Emily pinned squarely between them as they rammed their lust- engorged members eagerly inward.
"Oh, Miss Sweeney... your cunt is so far out!" Devin groaned, licking his tongue in Emily's ear.
"And your ass is squeezing my cock so tight! Jeez... it's so GOOD!" Kevin slipped his tongue into Emily's other ear, swirling it wetly and sensuously around until he could feel the excitedly wriggling teacher begin to shiver with new delight. Kevin was slithering inside her back there deeper than Emily had ever thought anything would go. But instead of being ashamed and feeling guilty, the flushed and excited 23-year old felt elated. She wanted to be obliterated by her students' love, smashed between them and fucked until she could take no more. She moaned helpless surrender as the slender rod of Kevin's penis entered and withdrew from the tightly clenched orifice of her ass, feeling his young cum-inflated testicles swinging under her, perhaps brushing inwardly the upward-screwing cock that belonged to his brother, as it plundered the furthest depths of her flaring pussy. For Emily, the pleasure she was getting back there was different, completely different from regular lovemaking, and it was such a revelation that she could actually enjoy such a lewd act that the young teacher felt herself going half crazy with excitement. To think that the two of them could make love to her at once like this... almost as though they had practiced! With consummate skill the thirteen year olds manipulated her tender feminine body between them until Miss Sweeney undulated and jerked nakedly against them, her dark hair flying in all directions as obscene wet skewering noises filled the small apartment.
"Oh boys... where did you learn this? What are you doing to me?" Emily gasped. She was lunging obscenely back onto Kevin's in-rushing penis, her heart palpitating as Devin's spiraling cock- head surged hotly upward into her widespread cuntal passage. The frenzied delight spread to every portion of her desire-wracked body, and Emily could feel it taking hold with not unprecedented strength, filling her streaming pussy with shocks of tremulous passion that ricocheted fiercely between the shuddering channel of her ass and the clasping undulations of her simmering cunt.
"Ohhhhhh yessss, boys... yesssss!" she sighed, transported to a world of ecstatic passion that grew more and more uncontrollable, relentlessly carrying the young teacher to an intoxicating climax. Leg and arms trembling and pressing against each other in disjointed spasms of smoldering excitation, the trio of lasciviously intertwined lovers entered the throes of a triple orgasm, mouths hanging open in passion, eyes closed, slippery hairy pussy rubbing against smooth hairless loins, while full feminine asscheeks were spread and plundered by the rock- hard staff of a second adolescent's cock. All three of them felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them, and writhing with pleasure, they rolled and twisted in each other's arms. The twin spears that penetrated her tensing and sucking passages grew stiff then burst with two heavy loads of desire, releasing pools of boyish sperm deep and flood-like up into the pulsating depths of Miss Sweeney's most intimate womb and tightly clenching ass. Many long and peaceful moments later, Emily stirred between her two teenaged lovers.
"Oh... how I'm going to miss you..." she sighed softly.
"How we're going to miss you!" the boys echoed.
"What do you brats want now?" Connie Marshall did not bother to hide her extreme dislike of the Martz twins. Why should she? It was clear they were over-privileged, smart-mouthed little brats, spoiled rotten! The fact that she knew they managed to pull the wool over practically every teacher's eyes in the entire school only added to her desire to treat the boys with the ill- humor she felt they truly deserved.
"Teachers' pets!" she thought ruefully, thinking of all the special privileges that she knew the twins had received since they'd been at the school.
Devin and Kevin looked askance at the school principal's secretary. They were each thinking that the time had come for an all-out war between them. Nobody got away with calling them brats ... not to their faces anyway, and Miss Marshall was no exception.
"We'd like to see Mr. Redding, please," Devin said politely, taking in Miss Marshall's pinched features, the drab, colorless hair piled atop her head, still containing a shade of red that hinted at a prettier color in days gone by. Her spreading figure might have been good once, but lack of exercise and overeating had sent it to the borderline, and certain parts of her once trim hips spread opulently over the edge of her chair, despite the long-line girdle that she wore.
"AGAIN?" Miss Marshall cried. "You boys just can't keep on coming up here like this. Mr. Redding is the principal of this school. He's a very busy man. He hasn't got time to keep answering your questions!"
The secretary's voice became so shrill that a shadow appeared at the ripple-glass door that had the word Principal neatly lettered on it. Hayden Redding peered outside and looked questioning and, the boys thought, disapprovingly at his secretary.
"What on earth is the trouble, Miss Marshall?" he asked. Then spotting the twins who were standing with their hands politely clasped behind their backs, he realized what the commotion was. "Oh! It's you boys again," he said. "Well, come on in. I've got a second to spare."
Triumphantly the Larsens marched past Miss Marshall, and just before closing Mr. Redding's door, Kevin, who was the last inside, turned to flash a brilliant smile at the thirty-five year old secretary. Connie spluttered and returned to her typing. The nerve of them, she thought indignantly.
Hayden Redding turned to face his freshman students, once he'd returned to his position behind his desk. He cleared his throat and tried to look benevolent.
"I told you two that I'd let you know as soon as I have word about Miss Sweeney's return. More than that I cannot do!"
"But she was due to be gone only a month!" Devin said, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Yes... well she called in to ask for an extension of that time, and she could be gone for as long as another month." Redding said with an annoyed tone. He was sick of them coming to ask about their teacher. Obviously a schoolboy crush, and in Miss Sweeney's case, thoroughly justified. She was probably out there getting herself screwed silly every night, he thought, and the very idea of it irked him no end. All he was getting these days was Connie Marshall, and his interest in his secretary was beginning to decline, to say the least, since those first days several years before when she had been a "semi-beautiful" young woman, a virgin, whom he had delighted in debauching. But even debauchery with Miss Marshall had its limits and there were only a limited number of things she could be counted upon to do.
Besides, her giggling at crucial moments was beginning to get on his nerves.
"Now run along children... just run along. And I don't want to see you here again, unless it's for a good reason!" Unceremoniously, Hayden ushered the disconsolate teenagers out of his office, and Miss Marshall looked smug as they passed her desk.
Once back in their room, the boys lay brooding on their twin beds.
"We've gotta do something about them," Devin finally said, breaking the long silence.
"Yep," Kevin agreed, knowing perfectly well that his brother was referring to Mr. Redding and his ugly secretary. Yarmouth boys were never referred to as children, for one thing. The accepted term was "men" or "young men". Their principal's reference to the teenagers as children only proved something the boys had long suspected about the grey-haired head of the school. He was insincere, and pompous, unfit to be the head of Yarmouth School. What was more, no one had called either of them a "brat" since their father's former wife, 'old Nicolette', and they knew what they'd done to her! She was the ex-Mrs. Martz before the marriage was two months old, but not before she had endured the most stringent of tribulations with the twins under the influence of the formula. Devin and Kevin still chuckled when they thought of their former stepmother and the family dog, Cane. Certainly Cane would never forget the first and perhaps only female human being he'd had the good fortune to mate with! Then there was Nicolette and her girlfriend. Shit, that had been most interesting to see, when the boys made sure that both girls got a good dose of their special aphrodisiac sauce in the daiquiri mix. Both the adolescents were pleased about the resulting divorce. That had been their only goal; after all, they'd not wanted to ruin the pretty blonde adultress' entire life, only her life with their father. All their actions were justified they felt by Nicolette's naturally lascivious nature. The way they'd caught her carrying on with that magazine salesman. And right in the kitchen of their own house! Yes, they were both proud of how they'd made things turn out then, and the silence between the boys now was an indication that they felt that certain measures needed to be taken again! It was very difficult being without their dear Miss Sweeney, and especially hard since they'd heard not a word from the charming 23-year old since her departure from the school over a month ago. The fact that she was staying away beyond the period of her original leave was alarming to say the least. Dealing with people like Mr. Redding and Miss Marshall only made life that much more horrible and frustrating. Yes, definitely something would have to be done. After all, it wasn't only a question of honor... it was a question of amusement! After the supper that evening the boys began to plot out their latest plan. A surge of excitement reanimated their innocent-looking faces as they set to work again. Soon, things would be jumping again!
Connie Marshall set the tray down on her desk for a brief moment when she heard her name being called from outside her office. She'd been on her way inside with it, having fetched it from the cafeteria at the usual time: 10:15a Hayden always wanted his coffee then, and Connie was particularly sure to stir in the correct amount of sugar and cream herself. The coffee ritual was very important to the faithful secretary because this was most frequently the time when her boss would be in need of her services ... her 'other' services.
She stepped outside into the hall, puzzled that someone would be calling her out there. Who on earth could it be. Outside she saw no one, and deciding that it must have been her imagination she returned to the tray on her desk.
Just one last look in her compact mirror before she entered Hayden's office, and she would be ready. She didn't want the coffee to be cold, after all!
Connie tugged a bit on her long-line girdle. They weren't supposed to ride up, but for some reason hers did. Hopefully she would soon be removing it... hopefully Hayden would be in a loving mood that morning!
The faded redhead tapped lightly on the inner office door and then entered, bearing the small tray with its coffee. The principal was seated behind his desk, reading a book. Connie admired the older man for a moment before he looked up. He was so studious, she thought, so scholarly!
When the silver-haired principal looked up, Connie smiled her best smile and chirped. "Here it is... piping hot, and just the way you like it!" Connie blushed when she felt her boss's eyes lingering at the level of her well-developed breasts. She was glad she'd gone out to that sale the day before even though it had been raining pitchforks, to get one of those cross-your-heart bras. It had done wonders for her full breasts, and she felt sure Hayden was noticing now.
"Thank you, Connie," he said in his deep baritone. Such a lovely speaking voice he had. Connie never failed to be thrilled at the Graduations and other occasions when Hayden got up to speak.
"Is there... anything else I can do for you?" she asked, almost shyly. How good it would feel, his wonderful male hardness surging into her belly! His warm encouraging words of tenderness ... intimate words that he would use when touching her where no one had ever touched but him! It would be especially good today, Miss Marshall felt... especially good since she was so much in a mood... a romantic mood!
"No... no, that will be all for the moment, Connie. Thank you very much."
Connie could hardly believe her ears, and yet she returned Hayden's pleasant smile and exited from the office in a suitably humble manner. Yet as she sat back down at her desk, the thirty- five year old secretary felt crushed. Her boss was definitely losing interest in her, and their exciting secret meetings were becoming less and less frequent, and she was beginning to see the writing on the wall. It was all the more distressing therefore when the intercom buzzed and Hayden Redding's voice came booming out. "The coffee is lousy, Connie! Did you make it yourself or something?"
All of her protests were to no avail. The coffee, as far as she knew, was the same that the cafeteria always made. She offered to get him another cup, but he told her no thanks, he'd finish it anyway, even though it was sickeningly sweet and disgusting.
Connie was crestfallen. She knew that she had put the same amount of sugar in that she usually did... exactly one and a half lumps. Whatever had gone wrong was certainly not her fault, but Hayden would never believe that, and somehow Connie sensed that their entire clandestine relationship had been ruined by the particularly unfortunate mistake.
She sat despondently at her desk, listlessly typing some reports for the next parent-teachers' meeting. She had to have at least one advance copy ready by 11:30a when the head of the association was due to stop by to discuss the upcoming meeting with Mr. Redding.
Mrs. Edwin Vanderbilt III had her chauffeur wait downstairs. Then she briskly walked up the impressive stairway of the main building of the Yarmouth School for Boys. Her own son was a senior there, and due to graduate that June. It would be her last year as head of the parent-teachers' association, but as with everything, Denise Vanderbilt planned on doing an excellent job. Her slender figure and soft pretty features belied the fact that she was a woman past 35, a woman older than Miss Connie Marshall for example, who could have easily passed for Denise's mother. It was not only the money that helped. Good genes, helpful beauty hints passed on from her own beautiful mother... all these things made Denise Vanderbilt the most sought after young matron in the Billings Valley area. Her son Edward, nicknamed Billy because of his happy go-lucky personality, was not exactly an honor student at the school, but neither had he disgraced himself in anyway, and for this Mrs. Vanderbilt was grateful in this age of adolescent strife. She was pleased to have chosen Yarmouth School for her son, and glad that her judgment had proven valid. Mr. Vanderbilt had little to do with his family, being far too busy most of the time running his interlocking corporations and expanding them so eventually they had become a mysterious international cartel. So just about every facet of home life was left to Denise, and the attractive dark-haired woman was proud of the strength and talent she'd shown in these fields.
Sometimes it was a bit lonesome, being isolated by both her beauty and her money from others, especially since she found these wealthy people who were most nearly in her income bracket to be a good deal older than she, and for the most part boring as paint. Reading was Denise's primary source of true pleasure when it got down to it, despite the gala balls, the box at the opera, the attentive homosexual escorts. Curling up with chocolates, and her records playing, and a good best seller, was her idea of real relaxation.
In fact, Mrs. Vanderbilt thought as she made her way to Mr. Redding's office, she would much rather be at home at this very moment than going to see the principal of her son's preparatory school. However it had to be done, and Mrs. Vanderbilt would do it cheerfully, and of course, she would do it well.
"Good morning, Mrs. Vanderbilt!"
Just before entering the outer office, Mrs. Vanderbilt passed the cutest set of twins she'd ever seen. She replied, wondering just how they knew her name. She didn't believe that they were friends of her son; they were quite a bit younger, or at least appeared to be. The wealthy socialite had forgotten that her picture had been published in the weekly student paper, and that her impending visit had incidentally been mentioned. What nice boys, she thought as she closed the door behind her and encountered the glum countenance of Miss Marshall.
"Good morning. Mr. Redding is expecting you, Mrs. Vanderbilt. You may go right in."
Connie glowered at Denise's back as the other woman entered Hayden's office. How she hated that woman, with that figure and every hair in place and that perfume and those legs and those clothes that Connie would never be able to wear. God, she was annoying! Just the fact that women like her existed was enough to ruin Connie Marshall's day, if she chanced to think of it. It was similar to her feeling for Miss Sweeney, Connie thought as she glared at the closed office door. Except that Miss Sweeney was at least a working woman like herself, and not born or married rich! Nevertheless, there was a disturbing similarity in Connie's feelings toward both attractive women, and just as she hated a certain look that Hayden got in his eye when he looked at the pretty young teacher, she hated the similar, though more guarded look that he got when he looked at Mrs. Vanderbilt. How long since he had looked at her that way? It had been several years, and it seemed forever!
Devin Martz looked at his watch. "It should be fully activated by now."
"Great!" Kevin replied. He'd been the one to call Miss Marshall's name in the hall, while his twin brother, already hiding in the outer office, had easily slipped a good portion of their special "formula" into Mr. Redding's coffee.
Now it was only a matter of waiting to see what would happen. Whatever happened, though, the twins were sure that they could and would turn it to their advantage!
Inside the office, Hayden Redding paced nervously up and down. He'd been perspiring heavily for several minutes, and now he felt suddenly cold. There was another disturbing factor too. He had a raging erection. Now that Mrs. Vanderbilt had arrived, Hayden quickly sat down behind his desk again to prevent the influential matron from seeing. But God, how he longed to rub his stiff and throbbing member! For some reason he was having trouble focusing on Mrs. Vanderbilt's patrician features. Yet, he knew from memory how she looked. She was probably one of the most beautiful women in Nevada, he thought now, his mind racing feverishly, while his lips struggled to carry on a conventional conversation... about what? The disturbed principal wasn't even sure... oh yes, about the coming PTA meeting, and the topics that would be presented to the members of the association.
But instead, Hayden thought about Mrs. Vanderbilt's thighs, and how they would wrap tightly about his neck while he plundered the deep passage of her unresisting pussy, how she would moan and call his name, and just exactly what it would feel like to be fucking Mrs. Edwin Vanderbilt III!
Christ... what a thought!
"Is... uh something wrong, Mr. Redding?" Denise noted that the principal's eyes appeared to be glazed and he was staring at her in the most peculiar way. He appeared to be looking directly at the modest cleavage of her blue silk blouse, and from the look on his face, Denise wondered if something might be wrong... that is, if he could see anything out of the ordinary there.
Nervously her fingers went to her breast, lingered a second and then fell back to her lap. What an odd man!
"N-No, nothing's wrong," Hayden stuttered. "I mean... it's you... it's just you!"
"I don't quite understand!"
Hayden's head was whirling. He had to stand up, his aching cock was so constricted that he could no longer remain seated. Without even thinking, the drugged man precipitated his substantial form around the desk, coming very close indeed to Mrs. Vanderbilt's chair.
"You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in Nevada!" he blurted out, and his sudden lunge toward Mrs. Vanderbilt made her topple over sideways in her chair.
"Help!" she gulped, "Oh help!" But the drugged principal couldn't stop now. He had to cover those perfect lips with his own... to stifle the sounds that came from them and also to savor the sweet taste within.
As she struggled blindly with Redding's superior strength, Denise's thoughts ran wild. "My God, he's a maniac... he's going to kill me!" She'd always had a terrible fear that something might happen to her, and now it was happening! What could she do? What would save her?
"I've got to have you... got to have you!" Redding cried. "No matter what!"
Denise felt as though she were going to faint at any second. Weakly, she rolled her head back and forth in protest, and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue sliding wetly between her lips, past the barrier of her small white teeth.
Sex... all he wanted was sex... she thought... he would not kill her if she gave in! Sex had never played an important part in Denise Vanderbilt's aristocratic life. In fact she rarely indulged in it these days, what with her husband away so often, and then when he was home, it was usually such a bother... for both of them really. But Denise was not about to let an inconsequential thing like sex stand between her and life! Given the choice, which she honestly believed to be the fact at this moment, she would gladly choose sex! It was far from comforting, nevertheless, when the president of the Parent-Teachers' Association felt the school principal's hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, lewdly pushing her dress up with it and exposing her stocking-clad legs to the air. Denise's breath caught in a strangled gasp in her throat as Redding's fingers slid quickly inside the elastic band of her panties, and without further ado parted the sensitive hair- fringed lips of her pussy, slipping into its hot wetness and moving disturbingly upward to find the soft inner lips surrounding her clit.
Denise froze, feeling the horrid intrusion of this man's fingers in her secret flesh, her private world, and finally she came to life again to squirm and struggle with renewed vigor against what was happening. She raked her long well-kept fingernails against his face, drawing blood. Hayden was enraged by the pain Mrs. Vanderbilt had caused him, and the drug coursing through his system made him make a sudden decision. It was as though it were a matter of life and death to him, possessing this woman! "Damn you... you snooty bitch!" he cried, "I'll fuck you and I'll fuck you good!"
"You animal... you..."
But Hayden reached out, catching Denise's wrists and holding them fast, throwing his entire weight on top of her and almost crushing her with his heavy body, until she could not move a muscle. The principal emitted a low growl and reached down between their struggling bodies to hook his fingers into the wispy material of her panties and rip them away with one jerk.
"My secretary's gone to lunch by now," he hissed down into the socialite's terrified face. "You can howl all you want. Nobody's gonna rush in here until we're through!"
"Oh God... no! Please let me go... don't do it to me... how can you? How CAN you?" The wealthy socialite pleaded, hot tears of fear and shame streaming down her cheeks as the principal grabbed her roughly, slipping her skirt upward until it was over her hips and bunched up around her waist. The full ripeness of her voluptuously formed thighs, the soft dark triangle of pubic hair covering her small and trembling pussy, and the flatness of her quivering white belly - all were nakedly revealed to the principal's lurid gaze. Then the horrified woman felt the older man fumbling with his pants and saw them slide away down his hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick hard penis brandished in his hand. She closed her eyes against the thought. Rape! She was going to be raped! He was forcing his knees roughly between her fear-tensed legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his lust- engorged member forward. Shoving her long slender legs behind the knees to raise them high from the floor of his office, he used the thick soft head of his urgently pulsing cock to part the soft fleshy lips of her vulnerable cunt. Denise tossed her head wildly, thinking of her husband... of the first night he'd made love to her, some twenty years before. How crude he'd been, how ugly! It had taken other subsequent lovers in the early years to teach her about sex, to show her how good it could be. This... this was just like Dan. Just like the terror of her wedding night when she'd been a virgin!
"Oooohhhh, Dear God!" she gasped. She shuddered with horror as she felt the soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her tightly clenched pussy. Denise held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under the principal of her son's school. Then there was the first hard pressure of his blood-heated cock against the tight elasticity of her vaginal lips.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned as he pushed and the thick knobby tip slipped through. Above her she could see his face, twisted into a grin of sheer raw lust, as though he could barely stand it any longer.
"Oh Jesus!" he blurted. "I've got to fuck you quick!"
Before he'd finished the words, Hayden Redding had come down heavily upon the hopelessly trapped matron, thrusting his hips forward with the same motion, sending his long raging penis sliding mercilessly upward into the soft moist flesh of Denise's vaginal walls, moving onward until with a loud groan, the principal's hanging testicles slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the dark-haired socialite cried. Never had she been taken against her will like this... even with her husband, she had consented to his insensitive love-making. Now she was filled with a near-stranger's surging penis, she was speared by the chunky knob of its fleshy tip, and now its desire- bloated shaft lay sunk deep in her helpless belly, filling every part of her insides with fury. There was not one tiny ridge of Redding's hotly pressuring cock that she could not feel pressed tightly against the soft tender walls of her defenseless pussy.
Stunned by his own success, Hayden lay unmoving for a brief moment, his face directly above hers. He had conquered Denise Vanderbilt!
"Christ!" he muttered feverishly, his eyes wild with lust, "How many times I've thought about this! How many times I've wondered about your sweet little pussy... your gorgeous cunt!" As if to emphasize his words he throbbed the tip of his penis deep inside, letting it jerk maddeningly within the trapped PTA president's wide-stretched pussy.
"Nnnnnooooo," she moaned, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Rahm you like it? Rahm you like it?" the principal cried, grinning down at her in dazed and drugged delight. "Tell me you like it... God, it feels good! I know it's got to be feeling good for you too!"
"Yes... yes..." Denise cried, afraid to offend this madman, lest he truly hurt her, maim or kill her. Anything was better than that! She thought of her house, of her son, even of her husband. The tickets for the theatre she had that night, her chauffeur outside waiting with the sleek gray car. She wanted to return to all of that! She wanted to live!
"Tell me... beg me for it then!" Hayden hissed down at her. This was a little game he enjoyed playing even in more normal circumstances with his secretary. He loved forcing Connie Marshall to plead with him, once he'd gotten it inside her. He'd leave it motionless until she was going wild for a good fucking. But this... this was far more exciting, far more stimulating, and although Hayden couldn't even recall just how he'd gotten into this intimate position with the beautiful and poised society mother, he knew that he had to play it out to the glorious end!
"Whhhhhaaaat?" Denise breathed. "I... I don't understand!"
"You understand... I said beg me for a good lay. Ask me to screw your pussy good!" He thrust downward, creating a searing white pain deep inside of her quivering belly.
"Please... please have mercy. Please!" Denise tossed her dark shining hair from side to side. She could feel tears of humiliation sliding down her face. She was so helpless, so alone!
"Do it... do it!" The incensed principal slammed down onto Denise Vanderbilt's softly yielding body, his teeth grinding together as he felt her shuddering against him, the inner muscles of her tightly clasping cunt rippling involuntarily.
"Screw... screw... SCREW ME!" she cried suddenly, through clenched teeth, tears inundating her cheeks as she hissed out the lewdly degrading words. She was feeling the utter depths of degradation. All of her self-respect was being stripped away in this one hideous moment. What was left? Nothing... nothing but to get it over with as quickly as possible. As she gave up her last remaining ounce of resistance, the fine-figured matron could feel him clamping his wet mouth hotly against hers. Between her spread-apart thighs, the agony of her soft sensitive flesh being ground into by his quickening strokes made her groan out loud.
She would show him! the aristocratic Mrs. Vanderbilt thought wildly. She would finish it, and defeat him in the process. Nobody conquered Denise Vanderbilt! Nobody! A wave of defiance seemed to spring from the very depths of despair. The mere thought of what she was about to do sent chills along the base of her spine; and she felt the unsuspecting principal of the school commence a slow rhythm as his probing cock skewered wetly into her. The straining socialite's whole being began to twist and writhe beneath him, and she began to moan incessantly up into the obscene moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue furiously and with deep abandon down his throat, feigning mewls of animalistic acceptance, a light film of perspiration burst out on her forehead as Denise felt his hands slipping down over the naked curves of her hips and sliding beneath the soft smooth mounds of her undulating asscheeks. Cupping them harshly with each hand, Hayden began to thrust with greater frenzy. Denise thought of the beautiful young Mexican lover she'd taken down in St. Tropez. Yes, it had been entirely her decision. A decision she made in the hot noon of the sun, there on the beach. How many years ago had it been. No matter... it was clear in her mind, every last detail of it! The deep brown of his skin and the coal-black hair and eyes, a body firm and muscular that spoke of his youth. Eighteen, perhaps nineteen. She'd never known for sure. She'd left her husband home napping and gone to meet him down by the azure sea, in the astounding heat, her crocheted bathing suit touching at the nakedness of her body beneath. She could taste what it would be like before it happened, and during the long passionate moments, she had lived a thousand lifetimes. The way he rose above her while she drank in the marvel of his sun-bronzed body, broad chest and slender waist and hips, his hair long and falling in his eyes until he was back upon her and within her, the hardness of him forcing her to melt, a total animal, cumming again and again around the shattering piston of his driving masculinity. Yes, she had been loved and loved well. Denise would always have that memory, no matter what. She would have that despite all the pettiness of her daily life of the moment, and perhaps one day she would choose to have it again. For something was beginning to change inside her, she knew. No longer would she be as sensually calm and composed as she had been recently. Now that she was enduring this gross attack, she would use this to make her a better woman.
Lasciviously, Hayden Redding flexed and unflexed his fingers on the firm white flesh of Denise Vanderbilt's exposed buttocks. He jerked her harder against his thrusting loins and made her pull her thighs back a little more, spreading the moist wet aperture of her hairy cunt to his eagerly thrusting penis. But for Denise the maddening pain, and humiliation was passed now, and her lithe legs on either side of the principal's impaling cock-shaft were jerking and quivering in an abandon that she had no wish to control. She was with the boy Miguel again, and the beautiful dark-haired woman closed her eyes, slavering her tongue up into his mouth, as low hums of satisfying pleasure rumbled deep in her throat. She writhed lewdly under his massive body, aroused by the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this boy, this incredibly beautiful boy, who was fucking her so well as she gave back to him what he gave to her! She could feel Miguel slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lovely lust-hardened cock nearly out of her clasping pussy on the backstroke, and then plunging forward into her uplifted asscheeks again until she felt the harsh slap of his sperm-swollen balls against the crevice of her ass. Instead of the coarse rug of the principal's office, she felt the shifting sand of the sheltered cove there on the beach. Instead of Hayden Redding's lustfully ugly features, she could see the dark brown Mexican boy. The thought raised further mewling and moaning from her chest and the PTA president began twisting and squealing wantonly under the ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins.
"That's more like it!" Hayden panted lewdly, "Fuck back, fuck back!"
Connie Marshall sat dismally over her tasteless tuna fish salad. The slices of hard boiled egg on her plate seemed to stare back at her with hateful eyes. She'd been down in the lunchroom for about ten minutes now, having left her office shortly after Mrs. Vanderbilt's arrival. She would stay for the entire hour she decided, until that awful woman had left, and then perhaps she could find something... some small favor perhaps that would put her back in Hayden's good graces. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope. With a deep sigh, she took another bite of her tuna salad.
Devin and Kevin finally spotted the solitary figure of Miss Marshall sitting in a corner of the lunch room. They moved quickly, without at the same time appearing to rush, in her direction. Devin carried the cup of juice carefully so as not to spill a drop.
When Connie looked up and saw the two thirteen year olds, she groaned.
"What do you want?" she asked with ill humor. "If it is about that Miss Sweeney of yours, I haven't heard a thing and neither has Mr. Redding, so don't go bothering him!"
As far as she was concerned, the drab secretary hoped that Miss Sweeney never showed up again. Besides, she'd heard rumors about the pretty young teacher. Very compromising rumors. She'd overheard some of the older boys talking one day and she'd gotten quite an earful before they spotted her and shut up.
"Whoa, Miss Marshall, it's not about Miss Sweeney!" Kevin said, pleasantly. But inside he was seething at the way the principal's secretary spoke the name of their most favorite person in the world.
"No," Devin added. "We've just brought you some juice, Miss Marshall. To go along with your salad."
Connie looked at the paper cup full of juice. Her mouth was rather dry, she realized, due to the uncompromising nature of her salad. "Well, thank you," she said, tasting the liquid. It tasted good, different from the grape juice she'd expected it was. It was about time she got a little service in this school. She hoped that some of the teachers who were sitting at a distant table had seen and noted that the twins had brought her something to drink! Maybe people would begin to take more notice of her. She was tired of being kicked around like an old shoe, when she knew she deserved more, much more! Silently, Connie downed the entire cup, thinking her own resentful and spiteful thoughts as the odd-tasting grape juice slid down her throat and into her stomach.
"Oh by the way, Miss Marshall," Devin said, when he saw that the cup was empty, "Mr. Redding was asking for you. Said he wanted to see you right away!"
"WHAT?" Connie stood up. A bit of tuna fish clung to her mouth, unnoticed, as she glared at the twins. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell me right away?"
Neither Devin or Kevin got the chance to answer, for Connie flew out of the cafeteria and headed for the stairs. The twins looked at each other and smiled. Soon things would be swell. Things would be perfect!
Inside the principal's office, on the rug before his desk, two figures writhed, oblivious to time or place. It was a kind of struggle for life for each of them, the one driven by a drug's devious turnings in his system, the other driven by self- preservation.
Mrs. Edwin Vanderbilt's palpitating pussy widened and flared with animalistic desire. It was swallowing the whole of Hayden Redding's huge ten-inch penis as it plunged mercilessly all the way to her womb. The beautiful woman, who had headed the local best-dressed list for the last five years, accepted each and every fierce thrust into her softly accepting cuntal depths, for she was thinking of that day so long ago, feeling the hot sand, the taste of the salty sweat from the Mexican's brow as it dropped to her parted lips. He had brought his hand around to where his firmly and deeply ensconced penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her desire-drenched pussy, and she felt him begin to fondle the tender hairy lips of her cunt, milking at his own rampaging hardness, continuing to play there until softer groans of unrestrained lust formed in her slender throat and escaped to the sea air. The widening sheath of her grasping pussy accepted the quickened stroke, now as hot and pulsating and deep, it moved within her, causing a tormenting agony of pleasure that caused her to thrash insanely beneath him. And then he was pressing his hands under her knees and moaning along with her as he ground down hard and deep until she was like jelly beneath him. Her straining loins burned, blazing at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building inside her. His hands were like fluttering angel's wings as they ran over her, creating friction and desire wherever they went. This was loving! This was life!
Connie Marshall could hear the groaning and moaning, the wet skewering thrusts clearly as she opened the door to her outer office. They were coming from inside... inside where Hayden had been meeting with Mrs. Vanderbilt! As she raced inside, the effects of the formula the Martz twins had mixed in her juice was already making itself felt, and this, along with her normal thoughts and feelings added to the fact that she was completely ignorant of the fact that the two good-looking thirteen year olds were right behind her. As in an old Bette Davis movie she had seen, whose scenes still lurked in her subconscious, Miss Marshall flung open the door and stood stock-still in horrified dismay.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Miguel, darling!" Denise Vanderbilt moaned lustfully, just as she had that day on the beach, calling to him with the obscene words that were necessary to describe her great pleasure. "Wonderful! So wonderful! Harder, harder, my darling. Make me yours... no one but yours!"
Connie Marshall could see the PTA president writhing and panting obscenely, while above her the purplish face of her own dear Hayden puffed savagely with each mighty rocking thrust of his loins. Lewdly, they were both dressed - above the waist that is - while below, their naked loins ground lasciviously together, Redding's pants and shorts having been thrust down to his knees while Mrs. Vanderbilt's skirt seemed to be completely missing for the moment. Oblivious of the intruder, Denise felt the principal's deeply fucking penis swelling within her like a huge, unrelenting animal, raging and hurtling into her trembling belly, making her loins tingle in the grips of a heavenly dream. Oh, it was fabulous, the most incredible thing she'd ever done. And Dan would never know how much she'd enjoyed the peasant boy's nakedly thrusting loins, how she'd spread her legs so willingly, so wide for him, knowing that he'd fuck her hungrily aching pussy better than it had ever been fucked before!
It was a perfect cover, the perfect solution to this unheard of rape, this degrading humiliation of her private self, for Denise could bring back Miguel's touch to the "nth" degree, and it was this depth of feeling, this imprint of a stranger's lust that saved her now. For she was cumming. Yes, she was cumming, and she didn't care that the sand was grating against her nakedly gyrating back. Her lips bared back against perfect white teeth as wordless sounds emanated from somewhere within her. "Mmmmmmmnnn!" And even as she jerked and bucked upward against him, she could feel his vitally throbbing penis swelling and growing rock- hard, harder than before, deep within her womb. And now it was beginning to pump hot thick sperm far up into her softly quivering belly, even as she felt every portion of her body tense and rise to meet the molten lava with her own blissful passion. This passion would have remained unspoiled for another few moments at least, as Denise's legs went limp, and the principal sprawled heavily on top of her. But Connie Marshall was consumed by fury at the sight of her darling Mr. Redding and the beautiful matron fucking on her boss's floor, and what's more, there was a wild pounding in her head and loins that made it impossible to stand still any longer. She ran blindly forward at this point, tearing at her dress, undoing the zipper and pulling the garment quickly up over her head. Compulsively, she wriggled out of her new bra and the long-line girdle too. Defiantly, the apoplectic secretary kicked her shoes across the room and slid off her stockings. When at last she stood amazingly stark naked before the uncaring couple, she cried out loudly enough for all to hear, "YOU BASTARDS. WHAT ABOUT ME? IF THERE'S ANY FUCKING TO BE DONE AROUND HERE, I'M GETTING MINE, TOO!"
It felt so good to be the object of their attention, to be uttering each ugly, lewd words that the faded redhead continued. Her brain was spinning with a million things she'd always wanted to say and do, and at last, suddenly she had the courage to speak her mind.
"COULDN'T FUCK ME, COULD YOU, HAYDEN, BUT MRS. STILTON'S PUSSY IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, EH!" The school principal was staring in utter amazement, coming to some extent to himself, he was astonished to see his secretary's big bobbing breasts and nakedly trembling white thighs above him, while below him, he seemed to have just enjoyed the most delightful erotic moment of his life with Mrs. Edwin Vanderbilt III, who, he recalled, had thoroughly enjoyed it, too!
"Christ, Connie... what are you doing... I mean, what the hell is going on?" He rolled regretfully from the limp body of Mrs. Vanderbilt, and as he got to his feet, Connie replied, "DO ME TOO! SUCK MY TITS. FUCK MY CUNT. GIVE IT TO ME UP THE ASS!" She turned lewdly around, displaying the large, work-spread cheeks of her full buttocks. "I'M NO FOOL, HAYDEN REDDING! MY CUNT'S BEEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU THIS FAR, AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'LL LET YOU GO WITHOUT A FIGHT!"
The group arrived just in time, the boys thought. They couldn't have timed it more perfectly, really. There was Mr. Madison the chemistry teacher, Miss Stroud the mathematics teacher, Miss Serenson the unattractive substitute English teacher, and even the gym teacher Mr. Munson had seen the notice in the faculty lounge requesting their presence at the principal's office at a specified time. As for the kids, word of mouth had been enough to get them to come, and they straggled in in greater and greater numbers as things progressed. Most of them were just in time to see Hayden Redding leaping on top of his naked secretary and throwing her down on top of his desk, scattering papers to the right and left before he began the frantic humping that made Connie Marshall croon and cry, calling him her darling this and her darling that while her legs kicked lewdly out and her hips thrust upward in wanton need of his thickly penetrating penis. Practically the entire school was there to see Mrs. Edwin Vanderbilt getting to her feet, dazed and scratched, having obviously just been through some great physical ordeal. They saw her seem to get hold of herself, and as Mr. Madison rushed forward to help, she began to cry.
"A maniac! He's a maniac!" All eyes turned to the humping and thumping couple on top of the desk. "He just raped me! Oh my God, I've got to see my doctor!"
"MOTHER!" Billy Vanderbilt rushed forward to comfort his mother, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the lewd gyrations of the principal and his naked secretary on the desk. Crichton, he thought, didn't think old Marshall and Redding had it in them!
"PUT IT TO ME, BABY!" Connie Marshall cried, as Mrs. Vanderbilt was helped half-dressed, out of the office.
"Obviously they've been having some kind of affair," she said quietly. Then, "Come along, son. You're not spending another moment in this horrible school!" But as Denise climbed into the back of her limousine, assisted by her chauffeur and followed by her son, she was feeling a dull throb of satisfaction in her loins and still recalling her Mexican lover. Perhaps she should make another trip south of the border... to calm her nerves.
The next car to pull up in front of the school was the local police van. Lt. Bonds was to talk for some time afterward of what he'd discovered upon walking into the principal's office at the Yarmouth School. For a couple of middle-aged academic types, Hayden and Connie had dutifully impressed the police by the force with which they clung ecstatically together, despite the efforts to separate them by faculty and students alike. It was rumored that they were carried out still joined together, but in reality, they walked to the police van and only continued their salacious activities inside the vehicle. They were handcuffed together, and despite their urgent requests to be freed from the manacles, the attending sergeant refrained. He was sufficiently aroused, however, by the couple to break several regulations there in the back of the van where his partner couldn't see.
As he was to say to himself much later on, after all the charges had been filed, "Whatever they say about that old gal, Connie can sure suck a mean cock - and all the while getting it up the ass from that horny principal!"
The ski resort seemed unimpressive at first, and Emily Sweeney rushed past all the young people who were gathered downstairs in the main hall. She felt self-conscious and ill at ease. After all, she was here to get the good clean air, the total change which she hoped might bring her back to some semblance of her former self.
The nervous brunette unpacked and neatly put her clothes away in the drawers of her room. Outside the bright snow sparkled in the sunshine and small figures could be seen in the distance, sliding down the beginner's slopes. The higher slopes were farther off, and Emily was looking forward to getting to them the following day. Meanwhile, she would get acquainted with the grounds, have an early dinner and go straight to bed. The trip had been tiring, and the young English teacher was already in a weakened state. But all this she hoped to change by the time she left the resort. By the time she returned to Yarmouth School, she would be in top form. She would be the teacher that her students deserved! After taking a long, hot bath during which she soaked luxuriously the silken surfaces of her milk-white skin, Emily stepped from the deep tub and dried herself with a big fluffy towel. Already she felt much better, and getting hungry as a wolf! At first the young teacher contemplated having her dinner sent up to her room, but she was feeling so much better that she decided that she would go down to the dining hall. A pamphlet on the dresser told her that dinner was being served at 7:30. Carefully she dressed, putting on a simple dress of beige wool that covered her ample figure completely, but still made her look beautiful. Then after making sure there were no runs in her stockings, she put on her brown high-heeled pumps and turned about, examining herself in the full length mirror. She looked fine, she decided. It was the perfect thing to wear for the occasion. Then she sat down and leafed through a magazine while waiting for the time to go downstairs. The magazine was one of several left in the room, and she had chosen it because it was one she had never read before. A man's magazine, it had a pretty girl on the cover dressed up in a white jumpsuit. She was supposed to be skiing, but judging from the fact that her breasts were nakedly thrust through two circular openings in the front of the jumpsuit, Emily deduced that the pretty blonde was in a studio rather than on the slopes. Curiously the young teacher turned the pages, becoming more and more engrossed by the sensual images she found inside. There were actually pictures of people nakedly making love! Also, when she started reading one of the stories, Emily had to put it down because it contained so many four letter words. Obviously, she realized, she had been leading a very sheltered life up until now. There was a new attitude toward sex in the world, one of which she had not even been aware, tucked away as she was at the Yarmouth School.
She read a whole section of letters to the editor which contained requests from readers for advice, and one in particular caught her eye:
"My wife and I have a wonderful and satisfying sexual relationship, and we have tried just about everything we can think of to whet our considerable appetites. The other evening at a dinner party another couple, old friends of ours, seemed to be coming on to us, and for the first time we visualized them not just as old friends, but as exciting sexual partners. My wife and I discussed the idea after the friends had left, and we both decided that we would be very interested in taking them up on what appears to be an invitation to swap sex. How do you think we should let them know that we are more than ready to participate in a foursome?"
It was certainly the most unusual thing that Emily had ever read in any magazine, and the answer was even more startling:
"Call your friends and invite them to dinner again, this time making it clear that you're inviting them for more than the usual fare. Several large bottles of champagne, some soft slow dance music and low lighting should then accomplish both your friends' and your own designs. Good luck!"
Emily thought that she ought to put the magazine down, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from its shocking contents. It was like getting a whole new sexual education just reading it! By the time she had read about three quarters of the slick magazine, Emily felt as though she had been given a whole new outlook on life. All of her misadventures at Yarmouth School could be looked at with a new perspective.
As Emily brushed her long dark hair before the mirror, she was very thoughtful. With each stroke of the brush in her glossy tresses, new meaning dawned upon the pretty young woman. Perhaps the reason for her strange lapses was merely due to all those years of repression. She had made herself ill by removing herself from the world of sensuality around her! Abruptly, Emily decided to leave her hair down, instead of pinning it up the way she usually did. Her hair seemed to be a symbol of that very repression which had caused her to go so very far astray! Common sense dictated that she must strive to lead a normal life, rather than the prim stultifying existence that she had led since her tragic relationship with Justin which had eventually caused her to go off the deep end, right in the middle of the school term! Emily blushed at the memory of all she had done, but for the first time since the odd lapses had begun she had a sense of real hope. Something she could really cling to! By setting up a real relationship with a man, someone nice and pleasant, she would be able to re-establish the chemical balance within her system. Her dark hair glistened with life as Emily put the magazine on her bed, promising herself to finish it when she returned from dinner.
"Heavens!" she cried, looking at her watch. It's almost eight o'clock!" Before she had been so hungry she couldn't wait, and the magazine had made her forget that completely. Now Miss Sweeney had a hunger of a different kind. She wanted to have a boyfriend, just like any other normal young woman her age!
Perhaps something of her decision showed in her walk as Emily made her way down the wide stairway that led to the lounge and the dining room. In any case, she felt a new assurance in her beauty, and a new desire to be admired. She congratulated herself silently for the good fortune of having picked up that magazine. "All I needed was a little help, a little advice," she thought.
It seemed as though all eyes turned toward her as she entered the dining room. Men as well as women looked up with interest as Emily stood poised in the doorway. A young man came to greet her.
"Hi," he said casually, "I'm something of a Maitre d' around here. My name's Sandy. May I call you Emily?"
Emily was startled that the young man knew her name, and then she realized that it was in the hotel register, of course, and that it was probably resort policy to try to get every one on a first name basis.
Emily smiled back, noticing what nice teeth Sandy had. "Oh yes. That's fine with me," she replied. Suddenly, it seemed as if it was all going to be very easy. It was nice to be free and easy and informal.
"Come right over here; I've just the seat for you!" Sandy declared, and Emily followed him through the crowded tables toward a corner seat by a window. There were already three other people sitting at the table, and as Emily approached, she saw them look at her with appraising eyes. The two men and a young woman greeted her in a friendly manner, however, and as she sat down, Emily thought that Sandy had made a good choice of tables for her.
During dinner, the trio chatted with her in a casual way that made Emily feel right at home. The girl named Candy was pretty and a blonde, and she reminded Emily a little of the girl on the cover of the men's magazine she'd been reading. As for the men, the one named Dan seemed to he Candy's boyfriend, the way they were looking at each other, and the other... Emily's heart beat a little faster at the thought, seemed completely unattached. Besides that, he was much better looking than the man Candy was interested in and - what's more - seemed very attentive and interested in her!
The dark-haired young man was called Marcel, and he was a French Canadian, a doctor, interning at the Medical Institute in Tahoe. Emily was very impressed, never having met a doctor socially before, and she was pleased when Marcel seemed impressed with her own status as a private teacher in a boy's school. Emily felt a certain trouble whenever her eyes met the dark thickly lashed eyes of the young intern, and she couldn't help thinking that he was just perfect. Her stay at the resort would be a pleasant and exciting one as well as one that would put her on the road to health.
"Allow me to show you around after dinner," Marcel said in his thickly accented English. It was a deep and charming voice that sent shivers of delight up and down Emily's spine. She noticed that Candy and her friend Dan were sitting very close to each other as they all had their coffee and brandy. So it was no surprise to Emily when, arm in arm, they wandered away from the table, seemingly lost in each other.
The contented English teacher looked at Marcel's fine profile as he drank the last of his brandy, a prominent but beautifully shaped nose, sensuous lips and a strong chin that spoke of his character. Emily, too, wanted to have that same distracted look that had lit up Candy's face, and she thought it would be easy to look at the young intern that way. Very easy indeed. The walk around the extensive grounds of the resort proved to be very interesting. The number of activities available to the clientele was amazing. There were films to be seen, a bowling alley with its own bar, indoor tennis courts, an old fashioned ice cream parlor where Emily and Marcel stopped to have hot fudge sundaes. Later on they went to the small cocktail lounge where a piano player dispensed liquid melodious music, and they drank hot buttered rums and told each other brief and edited versions of their life stories. In short, Emily Sweeney was having a wonderful time. By the time the young medical intern escorted her to the crowded discotheque, the 23-year old brunette was feeling on top of the world. She observed the other young women there, all of them attractive, glowing fine specimens of modern young womanhood. It was clear that none of them had complexes of the sort that had marred Emily's life for the past few years. And Emily wanted desperately to be as much like the pretty "snow bunnies" as possible. Therefore, when Marcel's knee pressed close to hers beneath the small table, and when his hand stroked hers gently as though in a questioning manner, Emily displayed no gesture of shock or refusal. She would betray no signs of the horrid nervousness that had driven her to distraction, driven her to the terrible displays of overt sexuality at the Yarmouth School. No, but she would try to find that happy medium between total repression and uncontrollable desire!
"There are Candy and Dan," Marcel said, nodding in the direction of the dance floor.
"Rahm they look nice together!" Emily declared. Candy was a good head taller than Dan, but nevertheless, the couple had something about them that "clicked." Emily was lost in admiration for her new friends as she watched them dancing smoothly together to the longest set of dance music she'd ever heard.
"We could look like that," Marcel suggested. His eyes were a deep velvety black as Emily looked at him. Already he was rising and taking her with him toward the dance floor, and then she felt his arms around her, his strong lean body hard against her softness as they swayed together, their bodies making a mounting interior music that created a building excitement in Emily's loins.
"So you read "Mating" magazine!" Marcel picked up the men's magazine from Emily's bed and began to leaf through it.
Emily blushed. She was feeling the effects of all the drinks she and Marcel had had in the discotheque. Then she decided to reply boldly. After all, she was an adult, and she had made new decisions about the course of her life. No sense in breaking down now, just when it looked as if she was winning out against the puritanical principles that had led to her recent downfall!
"Yes, Yes I do." she said, "Well, it was here when I came. And I must say I found it very interesting."
"Like those naked girls?"
"Uh... well, some of them are very pretty. There were some naked men, too." Then Emily felt herself really turning a bright crimson. It seemed like an open invitation to Marcel to take off his clothes. But she was pleased when he didn't pick up on the statement and instead changed the subject completely.
"Say, I'm not sleepy at all; are you?"
"Well, no... but it is quite late, I think," she was trying to look at her watch, but her vision was blurred, and she gave up.
"Tell you what, I'll go get some drinks. Too late for room service, but there's always a way around this place."
"Well, I don't know."
But Marcel took her gently up in his arms and kissed her with such tenderness combined, that the dark haired teacher felt herself melting against his strong young body. "Yes, some drinks would be nice," she agreed breathlessly when he finally let her loose.
Marcel blew her another kiss and exited rapidly. When he was gone, Emily felt terribly alone. Suddenly, she had to think about everything, the prospect of his coming back, of what might - what would - happen between them that night. Should she change her clothes or not? Emily paced nervously about the room and then paused and looked out the window. The night lights illuminated the grounds below. She felt a loneliness inside her that made the moment extremely melancholy. Yes, she would change from her dress into something else, the beautiful young teacher decided.
When at last a soft knock came at the door, Emily was clad in a softly clinging gown of pink silk, and beneath her naked body it quivered with each motion she made, creating a shining shimmery effect that enhanced her already considerable beauty.
"How lovely you look!" Marcel declared, and Emily was glad she had put on the provocative gown.
The glasses tinkled pleasantly as Marcel put them down, and on his arm were the bucket of ice, a towel, and in the bucket a large bottle of champagne. The champagne was so easy to drink that Emily allowed Marcel to pour five or six glasses for both of them, which they sipped between long warm kisses. As they were both sitting on the bed, Emily felt herself wanting more and more to lie down. It was growing increasingly difficult to remain upright.
Finally, she lay back upon the pillow, and as Marcel put his glass down on the nearby dresser, he stretched himself out over her reclining figure, speaking softly in her ear.
"I want you, Emily. You know that!"
Emily shuddered. He was so close. "Yes, yes, I know!" She wanted to add, And I want you too. All of me wants you! But she was silent. It was so hard to talk anyway, and now his tongue was so hot and wet in her mouth, his hands moving surely and easily over the soft curves of her willing body!
Marcel looked down at the quivering young woman beneath him. He let his eyes roam at will upon the open cleavage of her soft silk gown. The smooth cream-white swell of her nakedly exposed breasts showed clearly, and he began to touch them, feeling their soft firmness mold to his hands. Freeing one from the material of the dressing gown, he bent to suck upon the throbbing little nipple, feeling Emily shiver beneath him. She was an exciting one! he thought. Just the type he liked. There was something fine in her, a hesitation that excited him. The swinging resort life was obviously a little new to her, but she was ready to learn! Well, he'd teach her a few things. She wouldn't be the first babe to learn a whole new variety of tricks from Doctor Marcel!
"Take this off!" he announced, sure of himself now.
"Oh!" Emily replied. But she needn't have said anything, for Marcel began to strip her of the peach-colored material, pulling it down until she lay naked and defenseless beneath his lustful gaze. His fingers moved, creating hot sparks of lust along Emily's yielding flesh, tracing desire along all the heated silk surfaces of her trembling body.
Take me! Emily thought. Oh take me!
Marcel left her for a brief moment, and while Emily closed her eyes discreetly, she heard the unmistakable rustle of his clothing being removed. Soon! Soon his hard-throbbing rod of flesh would be insinuating itself deep into her warmly waiting vaginal slit!
But just as she was sure he was returning to her, the aroused young teacher heard something.
"What... what was that?" she asked. The sound came again. It was without any doubt, a knock at the door! Emily sat up, drawing her gown from where it lay crumpled on the bed beside her, as she instinctively sought to cover her nakedness.
To her horror, she saw that Marcel was going toward the door. The sight of his strong naked buttocks moving away from her startled her and made her feel that something had gone wrong somehow.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a piercing voice.
Marcel poised with his hand on the doorknob. "Why, somebody's knocking. I was going to answer!" he replied, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
"But, Marcel, I don't have anything on. Why, it could be anyone."
"Well, if it's someone you don't know, I'll just send them away!" Marcel said, his voice carrying an unmistakable inflection of mirth.
"RAHM!" But Emily saw that it was already too late, even as she was scrambling off the bed, intending to flee into the bathroom. Marcel opened the door and greeted whoever it was, and then they were coming into the room!
"Look, darling; it's Candy, and she's brought Dan along!"
It was true. Her eyes showing the terror and confusion she felt, Emily looked up to see the handsome couple entering the room.
"Oh, no," she stammered, "You mustn't... you mustn't come in now... I've got to..."
"Rahm worry," Candy said. "We're just part of the family! You look lovely. Doesn't she, Dan?" The tall blonde girl turned to her lover for confirmation. Dan was clearly enjoying the glimpses that he could get of Emily's vulnerable nakedness. "I'll say!" he replied enthusiastically. Marcel moved back to the bed, and put a deceptively protective arm around Emily.
"See - it's just a little party, darling. We'll have a good time!"
Emily watched with alarm as the others helped themselves to champagne. They were talking excitedly to each other for a moment, ignoring the obvious fact that she wanted them to leave, as though they did such things all the time! Marcel's arm around her shoulder was far from reassuring, and the steady stream of comforting words that the French speaking Canadian whispered in her ear did nothing to help the situation.
As she sat wondering what to do, the letter in the magazine came back to her. Marcel expected her to participate in some kind of orgy! It was perhaps a very ordinary thing in such resort circles. Here she had been hoping for an ordinary affair, and she put herself right in the middle of what Mating Magazine had termed "swinging singles!"
"Oh God!" she said aloud, realization of the full ramifications of the strange trio in her small room reaching her consciousness.
"You'll have a wonderful time, my cherie!" Marcel said unctuously, and for the first time, Emily noticed what terrible teeth he had.
"But I don't want that kind of good time!" she replied indignantly. "I want a plain ordinary evening with just one person!"
If only they knew what I've been through! she thought with dismay. But of course she wouldn't tell them; they would only be all the more convinced that she would want to go along with their perverted desires!
"Oh, come on now!" Marcel said. She was developing a distinct dislike for him. Why hadn't she noticed before how sallow his skin was?
"Never!" Emily declared. "Now I want you all to leave, please!"
Marcel's face grew purplish. He looked at Emily with anger. He'd set the whole thing up a short while earlier, certain that Emily would go along. His friends, Candy and Dan, were all for a little excitement and had willingly agreed to a foursome. They had often participated in foursomes as well as threesomes and moresomes with Marcel and knew that he was a most desirable bed- partner. And now Marcel felt that his reputation as well as a certain kind of "honor" were at stake, and he decided he wasn't going to let Emily get away with it. "Silly bitch!" he declared, suddenly reversing his smooth tactics.
"What's going on!" Candy asked pleasantly, approaching the bed. "You don't really want us to leave, sweetie, do you?"
"Yes!" Emily replied. Candy was now sitting on the bed beside her, centering the nervous brunette between herself and Marcel.
"But you came to the resort for a little fun, didn't you? A little something different?" Candy asked. Emily could smell the other woman's heady perfume. She tried to shake off Marcel's arm, but as she did, he held her tighter around the shoulders so that she couldn't move. Beside her, Candy smiled knowingly.
"You wouldn't want to miss Marcel. He's something special. Can go on for hours!"
"Hey, what about me?" Dan said. He was standing in front of them, fiddling impatiently with his belt. "Hey, is this show going to get on the road or not? If not, Candy and I can go make it in her room, or mine for that matter!"
"Rahm be so impatient!" Marcel snapped. "Of course it's going to happen. Emily here just doesn't know how good it can be with more than one person!"
The irony of his words made Emily want to cry. Tears sprang to her eyes at the realization that she was once more so very far from the innocent love that she had originally hoped to have with her long lost boyfriend, Justin.
"Yeah, don't be in such a rush, Dan!" Candy added. "She's just a little nervous. I was a little nervous, too, my first time!"
"That was a long time ago!" Dan replied.
"So what?" Candy's eyes flashed in brief anger.
Marcel realized he had to take things in hand rapidly, or his whole evening would deteriorate into a stupid brawl.
"Listen," he said, "You can convince her, Candy! Dan and I can stay out of it until she's ready. How about that?"
"What... oh you mean you want me to..."
"Yes. Rahm tell me you don't like it. I've seen you in action too many times!" Marcel replied. Emily listened in horror as they talked about her as though she weren't even a human being.
"This is obscene!" she announced. "You've got to get out of here! And now!"
But the others only laughed at her, and suddenly it seemed to Emily that they were all of one accord, instead of squabbling clients of the resort. They were all bent on making her do what Marcel wanted.
Candy was stripping off her clothes, and Dan was already totally naked before her, his chunky penis bobbing lewdly in full erection.
"Did you ever make it with a woman?" Candy asked, whispering close to Emily's ear.
Emily jumped. "NO!" she replied, "God, no!" Of all the terrible things she had done, this was one area she had not experienced. She cringed at the thought. If there was anything she did not want to do, it was "make it" with another woman!
"It's nice," Candy said simply, letting her fingernails trace shivery little lines along Emily's bare arm. Emily was still trying to hold the silk gown up over her, but it was difficult with them surrounding her this way. Marcel's fingers were drifting down toward her breasts, and now so were Candy's!
"I don't care if it's nice or not," Emily declared. "I don't want to do it; don't you understand???"
"Of course you do!" Candy replied firmly.
"Yes, of course!" Dan and Marcel echoed. "NOW START IN!" Marcel commanded.
"Okay!" Candy said. "Listen, Marcel, you've got to help me though. You too, Dan! Get her down on her back at least!"
"No... no!" Emily pleaded. But no one listened. Together they forced her back upon the bed, and the covering protection of her gown was whisked away and she lay, totally uncovered, lewdly spread-eagled upon the bed. All three of them peered at her child-like nakedness, and Emily turned her head away with shame, letting the tears flow freely down onto the pillow.
Her head ached and chills spread throughout her nakedly exposed body. She could feel Candy moving close to her and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the statuesque blonde who wanted to make perverse love to her. She felt more disturbed than she had ever been and knew that there was no use in fighting them. The easiest way now would be to get it over with!
"Get between her legs!" Marcel ordered.
"Sure, sure!" Candy replied. "I know what to do!"
Marcel watched Candy's smooth white buttocks presented lewdly up to him as she knelt in between the young teacher's widespread thighs.
"That's right, honey; don't fight it!" Candy cooed, and Marcel said, "Yes, she's getting used to the idea of it. Rahm worry; she'll love it."
"Who wouldn't love Candy?" Dan asked, speaking to no one in particular. She was his girl, after all, he thought, resenting Marcel's taking over the way he was. He watched with pride as Candy moved over Emily. He could feel his hardon growing in proportion as Emily cringed in horror. Candy's fingers were touching her tender, pinkly splayed vaginal lips. The young blonde's fingers began to explore the fully revealed furrow of Emily's soft warm hairy cunt, making searing contact with every smooth surface of the sensitively responding flesh. With a tentative, but expert touch, Candy's thumb smoothed over and around Emily's tiny sensation-filled clit as the middle finger of her other hand began to slip into the tightly clenched circle of the moaning brunette's pussy.
"NNNNoooo!" Emily groaned.
"Yeah, touch her clit!" Marcel said, unnecessarily, for Candy was proceeding without having to be told what to do. Marcel lewdly fondled his own hotly stiffening cock as he watched the two women locked obscenely on the bed.
"Relax, honey, you're too tense," Candy said. "Come on, I'm not as rough as some of the fellas. Am I now?"
Emily groaned. Certainly, she had never sunk this low before! But she wanted it to be over. Anything to get it over and have them out of her room!
"I don't mind!" she said bravely. "Do what you like!"
"We will; don't worry!" Dan replied for the group. God! His babe was magnificent, he thought. What a woman! Candy's voluptuously swaying breasts brushed against Emily's open thighs as Candy began to sway over the prone girl, and Dan could see the nipples hardening at the contact with Emily's helplessly captivated flesh. He watched his girl friend warming up to her lewd task, her shamefully probing middle finger now working all the way up inside Emily's acquiescing young pussy, worming high between those invitingly open thighs. Eventually Candy had wedged her entire naked body between those scissored-open thighs as she stretched out upon the bed, her own long legs dangling over the edge because there was not enough room.
"She's really getting wet now!" the lust-driven blonde announced, writhing with her own pleasure as she felt the other woman beginning to respond. Candy rubbed her breasts upward so that they could touch the nakedly hairy slit of the brunette being held on the bed. A woman was so nice, she thought. Maybe even nicer than a man. Sometimes anyway! So soft and wet, she thought to herself as she twisted and teased her fingers upward within the tightly contracting cuntal passage of the full-breasted teacher. Then the moment came that Candy was hoping for. A definite shiver of delight coursed through Emily's exposed body, and Candy shivered in response. It was going to be good! Even though the two men were watching, it was going to be as if they were alone in the room on the bed. Defenseless on the bed, Emily began to moan with delight, feeling her tingling pussy respond to the gently moving fingers high up inside her. There was something so different about the other woman's touch that she couldn't help responding to it. It was awakening a whole new set of desires inside her!
With a small grunt of unwilling surrender, Emily suddenly relaxed her legs and involuntarily stretched them still wider apart.
She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into the other woman's eyes.
Candy smiled, and without moving her fingers from their high position within Emily's seeping pussy, let herself down upon the moaning brunette, feeling her breasts pressing warmly against Emily's warmly trembling mounds.
The feel of the other woman's breasts on her own, coupled with the mounting excitement within her besieged vaginal walls made Emily sigh. She was enjoying it!
It was awful, but fighting it only made the lustful sensations within her tingling belly grow more intense. Now Emily only wanted to feel more and more of the girl's fingers thrusting high inside her softly clasping pussy! Helplessly, she writhed in a combination of humiliation and lust. She turned her head away again to avoid Candy's eyes but responded with her body, making it clear that she wanted more.
"Great going, Candy! She's turning on. Look at her go!" Marcel declared.
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Candy asked bluntly, shoving a second finger up into her dark-haired captive's passion- drenched cunt.
"Yeah, Candy's an expert!" Dan said. Both men were fondling their rock-hard penises, smoothing back the flushed skin and arching their aching members with pained expressions of lust on their faces.
Dan wanted to move in and fuck Candy from behind while she was doing it with Emily, but he knew that they were supposed to let the two women alone, for a while anyway. As long as Marcel didn't make a move, he would stay out of it too, Dan decided. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sensually stimulating play that the two women were indulging in. Emily's unwilling, yet definite yielding to the intimate touches of his girlfriend ignited a flame of desire in his loins that made his lust-swollen cock clamor painfully for satiation. Two luscious women writhing passionately together on a bed was one helluva sight! Maybe Marcel wasn't such a bad director after all!
Marcel could feel a definite ache in his testicles as his fingers moved up and down the blood-thickened shaft of his cock. The lubricated tip of his member pulsed licentiously, and he could hardly wait. In a little while, he'd be fucking both of the girls. The night was going to be a success. And it was all the more exciting because the good-looking brunette teacher had resisted at first. He knew he'd pegged her right though. She was really going at it now. Strangled gasps of pleasure escaped from between Emily's tightly clenched teeth as her tormented young body twisted and flailed in helpless submission on the bed. Her passion-flooded pussy was just about at the point of climax.
Candy could feel the unmistakable signs.
"CUM!" she whispered hoarsely to the other woman. "Cum against my fingers. Let me feel you cum!"
"OOOOOoooooh yesssss!" Emily moaned. "Yessss... I willl!" She gave herself up with a shattering certainty to Candy's obscenely worming fingers, at last at a breaking point where she was no longer aware of the two gaping men in the room. On and on it went, and the obscenely exciting fingers moved deeper and deeper, slipping ever upward against her climaxing cuntal walls.
"Noooowwww! Now... I'm cumming now!" she coughed out. It was happening, flooding her mind, her soul and body, and especially her wildly thrilled pussy with mind-shattering pleasure.
"MMMMMMMmmm!!! MMMmmmmm..." she moaned, realizing that this sensation was one which she would want to know again and again. No matter how lewd and perverse it was!
Still moaning, her body trembling from the subsiding storm of violent orgasmic release, Emily nodded assent, as the others moved in. The two men could hold back no longer. Nobody had asked her, but she nodded anyway. Why not, after all?
Emily smiled when she saw the old school. It was like coming home again, she thought as she entered the big downstairs hall. Even though she knew there would be changes, it was still good to be back.
The skiing she'd done up in the mountains, the nice friendly mountain hotel with its young clientele, all seemed far away now, as she began to look for familiar faces. Several boys said hello to her as she made her way to the new principal's office, and Emily was already looking forward to her first class the next day. Her pretty dark hair hung to her shoulders now, and there was a light touch of mascara on the long eyelashes that shadowed her bright blue eyes. The 23-year old's dress was pink, and its soft jersey material clung enticingly to the generously proportioned curves of her young body.
None of this was lost on the new principal, Mr. Dwight Yarin. As Emily sat across from the young man, he could feel that there would be a close relationship between himself and the charming English teacher. The way she smiled at him, and the way her hand lingered in his as she said good-bye were indications to the handsome new principal that his own charm was not completely lost on Miss Sweeney. The tall blonde man held the door open for Emily, and sniffed appreciatively at her perfume before she exited. "Mmmmmm, Ma Kosar?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Why yes!" Emily was pleasantly surprised. Mr. Yarin was disturbingly close. She could smell his cologne. "Vetiver?" she asked, realizing that both were made by the same French company.
"That's right," Dwight replied.
"We have a lot in common, Mr. Yarin," Emily said smiling. She moved on past Mr. Yarin's male secretary, who smiled at her broadly, a refreshing change from the sour Miss Marshall. As she left the outer office, Emily could sense both their eyes upon her smoothly swaying buttocks, but she closed the door without turning around. She had the distinct feeling that she would be seeing plenty of the new principal before long.
She moved easily through the halls, making her way to the faculty wing, greeting her fellow teachers, including Mr. Madison.
"You're back, Emily. God, it's good to see you again! I haven't stopped thinking about you for a moment since you've been gone!"
"Eat your heart out, Luke!" she told the startled chemistry teacher, and leaving him gaping as she continued on, she giggled happily to herself.
That time spent up on the ski slopes had been so good for her. It had enabled her to see everything in perspective, and she'd never felt more sure of herself, more positive about life. Life had been a chore before, and only her books and her career had helped her to get through it. Well, that was all changed now. A man had almost wrecked her life once - Justin, her first lover. But now she knew a lot about men. She'd seen to that. There'd been quite a few that she'd invited to her bed, up there in the mountains. She'd lain on the big double bed, nakedly reclining, looking out at the fresh fallen snow of the slopes, a snow-tanned male figure always by her side, or sometimes behind her, over her, under her. Savoring their lean and lanky bodies had been a pleasurable study, like no other she'd undertaken, and she'd learned in an almost oriental manner how to please and be pleased by a man. There had been another woman, too, in addition to Candy - the pretty daughter of the lodge manager. Only sixteen, blonde and blue-eyed, but no novice. Certainly her soft tongue-kisses and caresses had been knowledgeable enough, and she had been the one to teach Emily the true delights of feminine love. Later, with her male lovers, Emily had found her sensual experiences with the other woman an enhancement of her erotic possibilities. There were deeper and better orgasms, more orgasms, and longer orgasms lurking within her that she hadn't known about before, and which she could now bring out at will. What's more there were total and partial orgasms, breast tingling orgasms for example, and kissing orgasms where the only touching portions were two mouths joined together in ecstasy.
But Emily was far from the slopes now, and she knew that although she would always have pleasant memories of that time, her life would never ever be quite like that again. She had not forgotten her dedication to her students, and the rewards of the academic life were still important to the raven-haired beauty. As she opened the door to her apartment, however, Emily was not so much thinking of the books she had left behind, but of other things. The apartment was dark and cool and Emily felt a heightened sense of anticipation as her fingers groped for the light switch on the wall to her left. Before she found it, however, something else found her. In the dark a hand was slipping up under her dress, while another was moving at her breasts, crawling inside the top of her dress to reach the nakedness of her bra-free breasts. Underneath, she wore no panties at all, only the briefest of lacy garterbelts to hold up her stockings, and now as the intimate touches continued, she pressed her back against the door to close it, and spread her legs wide. Little hums of delight tumbled from her throat, and she could hear tiny grunts of pleasure from those who were touching her.
"My boys!" the returning English teacher gasped, as small adolescent fingers wriggled up into the willingly spread aperture of her pulsating pussy, spreading the silky dark hair and moving with delightful friction in a knowing manner that made her want to cry out with pleasure. Her breasts were aching and sore as the other fingers kneaded the hard little pebbles of her excited nipples, pinching and rubbing until she thought she would go mad!
"Miss Sweeney!" Devin and Kevin Martz knew that this was one of the happiest moments of their lives. The nakedly pulsing cunt and breasts of the beautiful young English teacher were right there at their fingers. Slowly they undressed the young woman, and there in the darkness, she lay down with them, feeling their own naked satyr-like bodies rubbing and pressing smoothly over her own. She could feel their young cocks touching her everywhere, sliding up between her full breasts while other hands held them close, sliding between her armpits while she writhed luxuriously on the floor of her apartment, moving into the indentation of her belly button while she made her stomach alternately hard and soft to tantalize them. Other things touched her, too, and Emily realized that the boys had brought along other things to tease her with.
"You little devils!" she scolded, and then she moaned out loud, for she felt something warm and wet and wonderful worming up into her slippery pussy. It certainly wasn't the two teenagers' penises, for those she held lovingly in her hands. It was a strange shape that she could not figure out, but it was long and lean and hard and soft at the same time. It penetrated and wiggled its way upward within her quivering cuntal passage, assisted by the two boys' hands, and despite her curiosity, she writhed downward to meet its licentious thrust. The uneven side of it rubbed and tickled at her tender insides, inflaming her already raging pussy, and making her croon out with desire. Faster and faster, the twins fucked into their pretty English teacher, welcoming her back to school in their own fashion with this present they'd made especially for her. And now that she was moaning lustfully enough, they knew it was time to add the second feature. The double-sized instrument when turned about in the dark was able to begin a two-pronged attack upon both of Emily's erotically stimulating orifices. Her already tried ass gave way readily, and there was only the slightest squeak of pain from the happily dazed 23-year old, as she felt both her softly seeping cunt and her tightly clenching ass filled snugly with the oddly shaped foreign object.
But there was more. Although she could not see them in the dark, Emily could make out the 13-year old siblings' shadowy outlines as they moved against her. They were turning, even while their hands manipulated the skillfully churning object inside her. They were fucking her magnificently with it, even while they knelt over her face, supporting themselves on their knees while facing each other they dipped the slender staffs of their throbbing hard young penises toward her willingly parted lips.
"Can you take them both at once?" Devin asked in a strangled voice, but he already had the answer. As he clung to his brother for support, both their desire-hardened cocks were licked and sucked and finally engulfed in the widening cavity of Miss Sweeney's tender mouth.
For as long as they could keep their balance, they dipped and churned their own boyish cocks into the obscene wet opening that seemed to want to gobble them up, and then while they felt Emily cumming for the first time, they too spent the dual build-up of their sperm deep into her gasping throat. But then it was time to rest a moment, amid Emily's sighs of contentment, and their own choked cries of fulfillment. Tenderly, they removed the object they'd created in art class, after hours, of course, and with the permission of the art teacher. Then Devin lit a candle that they'd brought along for the occasion, and in the flickering light, Emily examined the thing that had given her so much pleasure only seconds before. To her amazement, it proved to be a statue, or rather two statues, each about seven inches long and joined at the feet. Made out of a specially treated latex that had been carefully dipped and redipped, the statues were amazing replicas of the twins and included every life-like detail, including miniature penises that stuck out, and which Emily could now recall feeling along the insides of her seething inner walls.
"They're beautiful, boys! Just beautiful!" Emily sighed, thinking of the genius that the twins possessed. But her eyes were already glazed again, and she knew just why she had had to return to Yarmouth School for Boys. Miss Sweeney knew as she drew the young boys to her, that she could never, ever leave the twins, not until they graduated anyway, and after that... well, time would tell. Meanwhile, however, the young teacher stretched her lithe naked form out upon the floor, and gathered them both between her legs.
The boys each sandwiched her hips, and working together as they always did, pressed their two cocks together and began to push their incredible combined thickness inside her tortured pussy. Up, up into the snugness of the lovely teacher's hairy cunt, fervently slipped the two boys' thick young cocks, making the size of one enormously oversized male penis larger than a thick forearm, until Emily began to cry from happiness. Rhythmically, fervently, the two youngsters were able to fuck her simultaneously, giving her the most intense sensation she had ever known. Her straining vaginal passage could feel the twin staffs, each with its thickly throbbing head, reaching for the heights of her womb, reaching to conquer her as no one ever had before. Still fluidly directing the amorous choreography, the twins rolled over on their sides, with Emily sandwiched between their slender young bodies. This way their rhythmically thrusting penises still entered her flowering pussy, but deeper, much deeper! Rivulets of perspiration covered their nakedly glistening bodies as they continued their loving embrace. Again and again, Emily felt her young pupils bring her to a dizzying climax, each orgasm somehow topping the last in some subtle way. Still tasting the pungent tang of their seminal fluids in her mouth, the excited young English teacher felt enchanting ripples of sensual pleasure coursing through her wildly tingling flesh. While kissing Devin, she ground her nakedly thrusting asscheeks backward against Kevin's battering body.
When dawn finally sent it shafts of light into the windows of the small apartment, and the twins and their teacher were still intertwined, Emily whispered to them, "This is what I was born for! This is why I came back. You boys have made me what I am today, and if we keep this up, I'm going to have lots of babies!"
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