Chapter 4
"You!" she shouted, pointing to the man. "I don't know who you are, but get out of here or I'll have you arrested. Now!"
The tone of her voice was so sharp that he immediately sprang from the bed, gathered his clothes, and ran from the room.
"And you two!" she shouted, pointing to the twins, "Get your tails to your room and stay there!"
Erich and Victor raced from the room, snatching their clothes as they went.
"And you," she said, staring a death stare at Miss Manley, "I want you out of here by tonight."
Miss Manley looked Mrs. Stern over from her horn--rimmed glasses to her plain black pumps. She considered the possibility of swinging the argument to her side. She knew Mrs. Stern as well as anyone did, and she knew her weak "spots. What could she lose by trying?
"Isn't that a bit soon? By tonight, I mean," Miss Manley asked.
"What the hell do you mean, 'A bit soon'!" Mrs. Stern retorted. "You come in here and rape my sons, have sex with a strange man in their presence, disrupt their entire psychological welfare, possibly for life, and you say 'a bit soon'!"
"First of all, I did not rape your sons, they requested, insisted upon it. Secondly, that man was no stranger than any other man; in fact, he was quite marvelous in a way I think even you might appreciate. And third, for a psychologist, you sure don't understand young male psychology," Miss Manley smiled sweetly as she finished her reply.
Mrs. Stern was a bit flustered, but managed to respond. "Don't you tell me about psychology."
"Truly I wouldn't," Miss Manley answered, as she thought, "I've got her."
"You're a psychologist and a doctor, Mrs.
Stern, and I don't know much about that, I admit. All I know is what I feel and I follow those feelings. It's always been that way for me. Is that unhealthy?"
"No, of course not," Mrs. Stern replied.
"Well, maybe this is hard for you to understand, but I enjoy sex, all kinds of sex. I think that's what I was born for. Look at me. Don't you think I have a beautiful body?"
Mrs. Stern looked at the naked body of Miss Manley, her rich full breasts, slender waist, long, sleek thighs. Mrs. Stern nodded and mumbled something in confusion.
"And I've never found anything dirty about sex, any kind. I thought I might be able to teach that to the twins. And they're certainly eager to learn, although I know that sounds a little silly. But really, if for example they're eager to learn about chemistry, you give them more information, don't you? Well, why should sex be any different?
"I learned about it when I was 12. You know what happened? I saw a man with his hand up a girl's dress in the park. So I asked my father, and he told me. He told me, and I asked questions and he told me more. Then it occurred to me, father must be the same as all the other men, so I asked him if it was true, and he said it was. So I said, "Can I see what yours looks like?"
Well, he was startled and didn't know what to say.
"No it's not right that way."
"But aren't you the same as all the other men?" I asked.
"Sufficiently so," he said, just like that. I asked him what he meant by that word, "sufficient," but he just said, "never you mind."
"He said he never considered showing himself to his daughter, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't really think of a good answer why not. So we went back into his bedroom and he dropped his pants and sat on the bed. I remember that it looked like an enormous thing, but I saw bigger before too long. Anyway, he took it out and told me all about it and then let me hold it. It was soft and limp, but the longer I held it and played with it the bigger and harder it got. He told me why that was and how it happened when you touched it. I asked him what it felt like to put that in a woman and he said it felt like nothing else. I asked him what it felt like for a woman to have it inside of her and he said he didn't really know, so I asked if he would put it inside me, and he said, no, that I was too young and too small still, but that when I got older he would. Then he said how it always felt good to put it in a woman's mouth, so I asked if I could put it in mine, and he said I could.
"So I sat down in front of him and put it into my mouth. It felt funny, like hard sausage, I remember. He said I was supposed to make it real wet with spit and suck on it, and blow on it also. So I started to suck and blow and he made a moan. I asked was I hurting him, and he said, no, that I was making him feel so good it hurt. He told me to put my hands on it and rub softly, and when the hot juice squirted he told me to swallow it all. I didn't know what he meant, but I kept on stroking and sucking.
"Well, he started breathing heavy, really panting, and it scared me a little, but I kept on and then he stiffened up, shoved himself into my throat, and there was an incredible splash of sticky warmth running down my throat, then another, another, and still more. It was all I could do to swallow as fast as my wonderful old man came.
"Anyway, we kept that up for about a year, and I started to develop real fast. By the time I was 13 I had tits like a girl five years older. I tried to get the boys in school to let me suck them off, but they were all ashamed and afraid. So I just did with daddy every now and then.
"One day, Saturday morning, mom had gone shopping and I was lying in bed watching TV.
I liked to sleep naked, and I was lying there naked when daddy came in. He asked how I was, and I said fine, and I asked if he would like me to suck him off. He said to take the blankets off to let him look at me. I did, and he looked me up and down. Then he said, this was the day, the time was here for me to learn. Oh, it made me feel so happy. I got up and undressed daddy, and I didn't have to play with his prick because it was already hard.
He ran his fingers all over my body, and then he started rubbing my bush, and it started to get warm and wet. Then he took his little finger and pushed it into my cunt. Oh the feeling of that prod! I can still remember it now. He rubbed it all around, then changed to his index finger, then to his middle finger. He went around and around inside me, then he touched my clit and I thought I would faint, but I just lay back and let him do what he wanted.
He put his prick against my cunt, and said that it was going to hurt, but that it was only because it was the first time and the more I did it after, the better it would get. Then he started to push it in, and it was so big it felt like he was ripping me wide open. He got in a short ways, then couldn't go any more, so he ran it in and out until we were both panting, and suddenly he hollered and drove it into me and it felt like someone stabbed me and I cried and cried."
Miss Manley stopped and looked at Mrs. Stern, who was breathing heavily. Mrs. Stern tried to hide her arousal.
"You feel it too," Miss Manley said. You're a woman, the same as me. Only you show it in a different way, that's all. I like it, so I do it."
Miss Manley eyed Mrs. Stern for a moment.
"I'm going to tell you everything," Miss Manley said.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Stern asked.
"I'm going to tell you who that man was. That man was $50 to me."
"A whore!" Mrs. Stern shrieked.
"A woman of pleasure," Miss Manley replied. "I do it because I like it and because it is what I do best, just the same as you."
"This is too much," Mrs. Stern announced.
"As far as your twins are concerned," Miss Manley continued, "they are two handsome and sexy young men. They can either enjoy sex, as I do, or they can be ashamed of it, like you."
Mrs. Stern sat silent for a few moments. She had been hit in her weak spot, her own sexual attitude. She felt confused. She would have to think about what Miss Manley had said, weigh it against what she knew from her own experience and study. She certainly didn't want her sons to grow up sour on sex as she was. She had always been afraid of it, and she knew it came from all the secrecy that her parents used to put on it at home. She remembered how guilty she felt when she first did it in college. The shame was worse than the pain. But Miss Manley didn't feel any shame at all. She would have to think about all what Miss Manley had said.
"You can stay the night," Mrs. Stern said. "But I want you out of here by tomorrow evening."
Miss Manley smiled. She knew she had won. Now it was all a matter of time and strategy.
Mrs. Stern walked up the hall and paused beside the boys room. Of course she would have to go in, but what would she tell the twins? Being a psychologist, she realized the terrible results in the boys' sexual development that the wrong words might bring. She did not want to put her own frustrated sexual attitudes upon them, but she didn't want them to take on Miss Manley's promiscuous attitude either. She dealt with these problems every day-but they were always someone else's problems. Now that it was her own problem, she couldn't decide what to do. "Maybe I need to see a psychologist," she thought to herself and felt how ridiculous that sounded.
She opened the door. Erich and Victor were sitting on their own beds, dejected, waiting for what would come.
"I'm very disappointed in you two," was all that Mrs. Stern could manage. The twins averted their eyes and mumbled "Yes ma'am."
"Sex isn't something you play with so lightly," Mrs. Stem added, realized what she had said, and completed her sentence, "But it's supposed to be fun, enjoyable." That didn't come out right at all, she thought. She felt very nervous and wished that her husband were here to do this explaining.
"What I mean is, you shouldn't be promiscuous."
"What's promiscuous?" Erich asked meekly.
"That's what Miss Manley is," Mrs. Stem ruled. "She doesn't care who or when or where she has sex. That's not good."
"Mom, I feel real ashamed of what happened," Victor said.
Mrs. Stem didn't know what to say to this. Shame wasn't what she was after, it was understanding.
"You needn't feel ashamed."
"But we do," Victor said, "Both of us."
"It felt so good when it happened, but it feels awful now. I feel terrible," Erich said.
"It's because you didn't think what you were doing before you did it," Mrs. Stem said. "Think before you act and you'll always be alright."
"But how can you do that?" Erich asked.
"You'll learn. Now I want you two to go wash up and come to supper."
Mrs. Stem turned and walked from the room. She felt worse than before. They felt ashamed, terribly ashamed. That wasn't right, not at all. She went to the kitchen, fixed sandwiches and set them out on the table for the twins, then she went to her room, undressed, and took a cool shower.
When Erich undressed to shower, the perspiration from his crotch had mixed with the dried come and spittle from his encounter with Miss Manley, and the scent made him remember the feeling of Miss Manley's lips. The thought made his prick stand up straight, and he hurried into the shower so Victor wouldn't see and laugh. Victor was lying on the bed, lost in his own remembrances of Miss Manley, his penis pressing against the inside of his pants. They both felt ashamed of their thoughts.
After they showered, they came to the kitchen and ate in silence. Then they went up to their room to watch TV, but both stared blank-eyed at the set as they thought of Miss Manley. Meanwhile, Miss Manley lay stretched out on her satin sheets, sleeping soundly after an afternoon of satisfying lovemaking. She felt wonderfully relaxed, and the dim light glistened on her silky-smooth breasts as they rose and fell rhythmically, musically. She had a satisfied slight smile on her lips that shimmered like slices of exotic fruit. Miss Manley was wholly unaffected by the entire incident, resting now for the next episode, a sexual machine recharging its batteries.
Mrs. Stern stepped out of the shower and hurriedly grabbed a towel. She dried her face and towelled her close-trimmed hair. She turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She brought the towel down her neck and dried the valley between her full breasts. As she towelled the undersides of each round globe, she pushed them upward, pointing the nipples up. She watched herself in the mirror as she ran the towel down her belly, over the grotesque scar where her sons had been cut from her womb. She placed one leg up on the tub rim and dried the inside of her leg, then brought the towel up her thigh to the dripping black hair of her crotch, and the tiny opening the hair covered. She placed her fingers on the lips of her sex and softly spread them open to gaze inside. She had started this practice originally as an hy genie measure, inspecting herself medically. She had not noticed the process changed to what it had now become: a sexual stimulation. She draped the towel over her leg and ran the middle finger of her other hand around the rim of her opening, then inserted it slightly to feel the rounded node of her clit. She lifted the towel again and completed drying herself, then stood in front of the mirror and observed her own body.
She was still a handsome woman, she thought. This terrible business with the twins and Miss Manley made her recall the past in her own sexual life, her one sexual affair in college, then her dating and marriage, all with John. He was the only man she had really known. One sexual encounter was all she had besides John, and now John was gone. She wished for his help in the present crisis. She began to get nervous again. Had she really handled the twins so poorly? She saw herself in the mirror, her firm breasts and buttocks, and she saw for the first time her narrow harsh mouth. She dried her hair, put on her nightgown, and left the mirror to stare at the bathroom walls.
She paced the floor of her room for some time smoking cigarette after cigarette. When she could stand it no longer, she went to the medicine cabinet and took two sleeping tablets, filled a glass with water, and downed the pills followed by a cool drink. She took a last look at her worried face in the mirror and turned off the light then lay herself in the bed. She stared at the ceiling for some time, seeing over and over the sight as she stood in Miss Manley's room. The twins, naked on either side of Miss Manley, herself sprawled on the edge of the bed with the man on top of her. The scene came back to her again and again until she was asleep.
Some time later, she wasn't sure when, she felt a gentle hand shaking her left shoulder, then another on her right. She opened her eyes dreamily and saw Erich and Victor staring down at her out of the semi-darkness. She tried to get up but felt extremely drowsy. She couldn't seem to move. Erich was whispering something to her, but she couldn't make it out. Victor joined him, and they both whispered in exaggerated breathy voices. Suddenly she froze, flung her eyelids wide and caught her breath up with the realization of what they were saying: "Irene, Irene ... Irene...." They were whispering her name! She jumped from the bed, tried to, but didn't move. She could only move her neck and upper shoulders. She raised herself as much as she could and saw that she was bound to the bed with some sort of thick straps. She struggled violently against her bindings, thrashing as much as the tight straps allowed. She could not get free.
"Irene," Erich whispered. "Irene," Victor followed.
She was terrified. "Stop! What do you want! Erich! Victor!"
She felt a hand touch her neck lightly, then another, and another, and another, then all four hands began roaming over her outstretched naked body.
"No, Please, no! Stop!"
The hands travelled over her breasts, tickled her nipples, cupped and fondled, pinched, stroked. They ran slowly down her stomach and lingered on the scar, all four hands stroking it in turn again and again. They began roaming the mound of her sex, running in and out of her inner thigh, kneading the flesh. She began to sob uncontrollably as the stimulation slowly excited her.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain from her crotch, and a hand floated in front of her face with three or four hairs between its finger. There was another pain, and more hair, then another and another. She cried and screamed alternately, thrashing and moaning as the hands alternated between plucking hairs and stroking. The face of her cunt stood bare finally, and numb from the pain. Gradually the feeling returned and she felt a tongue-no, two tongues stroking the now bare skin of her crotch. She was weeping profusely, but through it all she saw Erich and Victor standing nude on either side of the bed, then climbing up beside her on either side. She could not tell them apart through her tears. One crawled over her and sat behind her, holding her head in his lap. He grasped it firmly, holding her upright so she could see the throbbing stiff prick of one twin moving towards her face out of the semi-darkness.
"No, please no," she pleaded weakly.
The penis moved towards her mouth and she struggled with all her might, but became quickly exhausted as her head became more and more rigid in the grasp of the hands on either side of her face. The tip rested on her trembling lips and she shut them tight, her chest heaving with the sobs. She had trouble getting her breath. She felt she was choking and tried to turn her head away, but it was held fast. The penis pushed against her clamped shut mouth, she struggled violently and finally gasped for air. The penis, stiff and blood-filled, was thrust into her mouth. She prayed that she might lose consciousness, but she couldn't. The prick pushed into her mouth until it touched her Adam's apple, then gushed out with the warm, sticky liquid. She was gagging and had to swallow it. When the throbbing and gushing stopped, the penis slid from her mouth. She felt her head released, and her head dropped to the pillow.
There was a shifting, and then her head was held up again in the same position as another penis approached. She was too weak now even to cry. Her mouth hung limp as the prick slid in, then rotated against her gums and the inside of her tongue. In a few moments she felt it stiffen inside her and the prick pushed against her Adam's apple again as the juices ran oozingly down her throat.
She felt her head drop again. Then the hands began roaming again, slowly, all over her body. Tongues flicked at her breasts, her nipples. The hands ran down to her bare cunt, which tingled now in its bareness. More hands ran down her body, followed by lips that kissed tender places as they went. The kisses commenced on her bare mound, as hands smoothed over the spot each kiss landed. The tongues began making long licking strokes up the length of her slit, and she felt herself growing moist against her will. Each stroke made a deeper and deeper plunge into her vagina. Finally rolling slowly over her clit each time. The whole while hands caressed the insides of her thighs and her breasts and nipples. Her body responded by heaving rhythmically.
The voices began again, "Irene ... Irene...."
She let out a pitiful moan. She felt the bulging head of a penis touch her cunt. It entered briefly and then exited, followed by the same motion again. She did not want to look, but she knew they were alternating, inserting their pricks into her in turn. The motion began to accelerate as each penetration became deeper and deeper, until she felt the hanging sac strike her ass at the culmination of each stroke. The strokes became swifter and swifter until she could not perceive any alternating, only the incredible fast in-out motion, the slap at the bottom of each stroke. She felt the prick growing larger and larger, swelling inside her. She prayed for a fast discharge, but the penis continued to increase in size, swelling until it filled her womb. It grew and grew, throbbing inside her, each stroke becoming like an enormous kick inside her belly. The pain became unbearable, as the thrusts pushed her very pelvis bones apart. Then there was a tremendous jolt as if she were bursting wide open: she flung herself up, snapping her binds as the great scar on her abdomen burst wide open and she screamed.
Mrs. Stern found herself sitting upright on her bed as the morning rays filtered through the window curtains. She was covered with sweat; her hair was in knots; her mouth felt dry and rough. She looked around the bed, trying to orient herself. It had all been a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. She felt utterly exhausted. She brought her hands up to her eyes and felt something like wire between her fingers. When she looked, she found she had cunt hairs in her hands. She went to remove the sheets and realized she had thrown them off during the night. Her nightgown was thrown up over her waist and her cunt was a tangle of wet hair. The bedsheets were sopping. Mrs. Stern felt dizzy, and laid back on the bed.
There was a knock at the door. "Mrs. Stern?" a voice asked. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she managed to reply. She recognized Miss Manley's voice.
"I heard you scream all the the way in my room," Miss Manley said. "Are you sure I can't get you something?" Before Mrs. Stern could answer, Miss Manley quietly opened the door and came in, wearing her cotton nightgown.
Miss Manley looked curiously at the state of Mrs. Stern and the bed as Mrs. Stern hurriedly pulled the sheets over herself.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Miss Manley asked again.
"Yes. It was only a nightmare," Mrs. Stern answered.
"It'll help if you tell someone about it. Would you like to talk about it Mrs. Stern?" Miss Manley asked.
"No, I...." Mrs. Stern began to sob lightly. Miss Manley came and sat on the edge of the bed and took Mrs. Stern in her arms. They rocked together in silence but for the sobs, they continued.
"I dreamed the boys raped me," Mrs. Stern finally said. There was a long silence in the room. Mrs. Stern continued, "It was the most terrible dream. I couldn't move, I was strapped to the bed, and they called me by my first name, Irene."
Miss Manley hadn't counted on anything like this. She sat quietly, then offered to get a cup of hot tea. Mrs. Stern said that would be very nice. While Miss Manley was out, Mrs. Stern called her office and said she was sick and wouldn't be in that day. Miss Manley brought the tea, and Mrs. Stern asked her to fix the boys breakfast for school. Miss Manley went out again, leaving Mrs. Stern alone with her thoughts.
When the boys came down to breakfast and found Miss Manley fixing their eggs, they felt ashamed to look at her or talk to her. She treated them pleasantly and cheerfully and told them their mother wasn't feeling well.
"What's wrong?" Victor asked.
"She's been working too hard," Miss Manley lied. "She just needs some rest."
The boys ate their breakfast in silence.
"How are you two feeling today?" Miss Manley asked.
"OK," they said in unison.
"Feeling bad about yesterday?" she asked.
"Oh, you know," Victor said casually but staring at his breakfast the whole time.
"You're feeling ashamed, I know. Don't. There's nothing to feel ashamed of. If you enjoyed it, it's all right, that's what I always say."
"Mom says that's not right," Erich said strongly
"I know she does. Your mother's a very smart woman, but even she is wrong sometimes. Maybe she's wrong this time."
The boys were silent. They didn't want to look at Miss Manley or talk to her.
"I'll tell you how to decide if you should feel ashamed or not. Do you want to do it again?"
The boys squirmed but didn't answer.
"I think you do," Miss Manley concluded. "And I think that's fine. So do I. I liked it, too. It felt good. You're both strong and intelligent young men."
The boys didn't know what to say. If Miss Manley was right, why did they feel so bad now. And if their mother was right, why did they feel so bad then?
"Get your books now and say goodbye to your mother," Miss Manley said.
The boys went and gathered up their things and then said goodbye to their mother and left for school.
"Mom looked awful," Victor said as they started up the block.
"She sure did. I'll bet its because of us," Erich replied.
"Do you think Miss Manley's right or wrong?" Victor asked.
"I don't know," Erich replied. "It was really something, though, wasn't it?"
"It sure was," Victor said. "And she says she wants to do it again. I'll bet I could put it in her, just like that man did. I'll bet I could do it twice."
"Yeah, sure you could. Did you ever do it before? You don't even know how!"
"Oh, shut up. Neither do you."
"Do so. I've jacked myself off lots of times."
"I'll bet. The last time we all got together, everybody squirted but you. I was the first one to shoot."
"That doesn't mean anything. Jacking off with a bunch of guys isn't the same thing. I bet you never even kissed a girl."
"Have so."
"Have not."
"You know what I think," Erich asked after a pause. "I think Miss Manley's more right than mom. I want to do it again."
"Me too, but I'm scared," Victor said.
"Let's skip school one day. I'll bet Miss Manley will stick around with us. I'll bet she'll let us do it to her."
"I don't know," Victor replied.
"Well, I'm gonna do it. You'll see. You'll wish you stayed home with me."
They rounded the corner and walked into school. At lunch they told all the boys what happened. Word spread, and the boys came up to them all day and asked about their adventure. They each told the story a half dozen times that day.
At the end of the school day, they met at the courtyard to walk home when Bob Wilson strolled up. Bob was fifteen and was known around school for being fast with the girls. He would come to school many Mondays with a large purple hickie on his neck and all the boys would crowd around him to hear the tale of his latest conquest. The twins had never spoken to him alone, and they were surprised when he walked up and spoke to them.
"Hey, I hear you guys been getting some," Bob said as an introduction.
"Yeah, that's right," Erich responded.
"With a woman, I hear, not some young girl."
"That's right," Erich repeated. "What of it?"
"Nothing." John leaned against a post. "I just wanted to congratulate you guys, that's all. If that's all right with you two."
"That's okay with us," Victor said.
"You guys gonna get her again?"
"I don't know," Victor said.
"You're nuts if you don't," Bob replied. "Women like young studs. I know. If what I hear's right, sounds like this lady likes you two. That's good. If I was in your place, I'd know how to take care of her. You bet I would."
"I know how to take care of her," Erich said.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, did she really suck both of you guys at the same time?"
"Sure did," Erich boasted.
"Did both of you guys come in her mouth?"
"Yep."
"Cheez. What I wouldn't give for something like that. You know who I'm screwing these days?"
Bob never talked about his sexual exploits with any of the younger boys, except when he told his stories to the big groups that always gathered.
"It's Sue Ellen, isn't it?" Victor offered. "Yeah, that's right. She's got really big tits, huh?"
"Boy does she," Erich replied.
"Listen, how'd you guys like to make it with Sue?"
"What do you mean?" Erich asked after a pause.
"Just what I said. You fix it up for me with this chick of yours and I'll make it right with Sue. If you think you can handle her."
Erich and Victor looked at each other. They'd never heard of John making an offer like that to anyone.
"Well, maybe," Erich replied.
"Yeah, well you think about it. If you can swing it, that is. See ya latter."
"So long, Bob," the twins said in unison and walked off towards home.
"What do you think about that?" Erich beamed. "I think I don't like Bob Wilson," Victor replied.
"Me neither," Erich answered, "But that's really something."
They walked on towards home. They were greeted at the door by Miss Manley. She smiled sweetly, first at Erich and then at Victor. She had a snack waiting for them in the kitchen, and she set it out and then left to finish some chore she was working on. They ate, went in and said hello to their mother, then went out to play baseball.
When they were gone, Miss Manley walked to Mrs. Stem's door and listened. She heard the shower going. She knocked lightly, then walked in.
"I'll be leaving now, Mrs. Stem," she called out. "What's that?" Mrs. Stem yelled back.
"I said I'll be on my way."
"What? Now? Oh, urn, not just yet, Miss Manley," Mrs. Stem called back.
Miss Manley heard the shower go off and she smiled. She sat down on the bed to wait. After a few moments, Mrs. Stem emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping, with only a towel draped around her. She was startled to see Miss Manley sitting on her bed.
"Oh, I thought you'd gone out," she said.
"I'm sorry, I thought you said to wait," Miss Manley replied. "Don't mind me," she added.
Mrs. Stem felt revived and much clearer after her shower. Her analytical mind was once again clicking and she placed the situation immediately in its proper perspective. She walked to the mirror so she could comb her hair and keep an eye on Miss Manley through the mirror.
"Well, so it's come time for you to leave," Mrs. Stem said in a dispassionate tone.
Miss Manley was somewhat taken aback. "Yes, as you said yesterday."
"Exactly, as I said yesterday," Mrs. Stem replied, eyeing her through the mirror. Miss Manley felt nervous in this strange confrontation. "I've been thinking since yesterday afternoon," Mrs. Stern continued. "I've been gazing out that window and thinking all day. Would you like to hear what I've been thinking?"
Miss Manley did not reply, but stayed where she was on the bed.
"I've been thinking about what you said last night," Mrs. Stern went on. "You remember, if it feels good and all that? I've been thinking about all that. You and the boys and the nightmare. The nightmare is very simple: it's frustration and guilt. Sometimes in dreams, we substitute people for other people, so we don't understand. Have you ever noticed that? No? I don't suppose you have nightmares. That's very good."
"But I do. And I know what this one means. Would you like to hear? Are you even the slightest bit curious? It was not the twins who I wanted to rape me. Can you guess Who it should have been? Can you guess?"
Miss Manley looked away from the gaze in the mirror. She suddenly felt very frightened. Mrs. Stern turned from the mirror and walked towards the window.
"It was a lovely day today," she said, suddenly unwrapping the towel from her body to dry her hair. "I sat and thought all day and gazed out the window. And I came to a conclusion."
She wrapped the towel around her hair in a turban and abruptly turned, facing Miss Manley. Mrs. Stern's breasts were pale and full, and she pivotted slightly on her left foot. Miss Manley saw the just washed hair between Mrs. Stern's thighs glistening.
"I've kept a decent figure, don't you think?" Mrs. Stern asked, as she posed with one hand on her hip and the other cupping one full breast. Miss Manley simply nodded.
The interview was not going at all the way Miss Manley had planned. She had expected to play on Mrs. Stern's guilt on her hidden sexuality, tease her and lead her on. But this was a different Mrs. Stern. There was nothing Miss Manley could do but go along with it and see what happened. She had sex with other women before. But this sudden alteration in Mrs. Stern's character made Miss Manley feel nervous, on guard, frightened.
"I think," Mrs. Stern began as she walked towards the bed, "That you know who it was I wanted in that dream."
As she finished her sentence, she sat on the bed, naked but for the turban, next to the fully clothed Miss Manley. Their bodies were inches apart and the space between them was charged with latent sexual sensations awaiting a catalyst to set them off. With an effort of the will Mrs. Stern broke the space as she raised her hand, letting the tips of her fingers lightly stroke Miss Manley's cheek, coming to rest on her lips. The hand trembled, and Miss Manley covered it with her own trembling hand and then kissed Mrs. Stern's palm. Mrs. Stern took Miss Manley's face in her hands and brought their lips together in a light, sensual kiss. The kiss broke and each noted the other's heavy breathing. Mrs. Stern's breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and Miss Manley reached out and cupped a handful of blue-veined flesh, planting a long wet kiss on the stiffening nipple.
When Miss Manley raised her head again, Mrs. Stern began unbuttoning her cotton nightgown. The first button exposed the deep crease between Miss Manley's breasts, the second exposed two globes of pink-hued flesh. With the third button, Mrs. Stern spread the gown wide, bringing Miss Manley's gorgeous nipples into full view. They were limp and stood out only slightly from the brown ovals capping each mound. Mrs. Stern paused to kiss each nipple softly, then returned to the buttons. She eased Miss Manley down on the bed and quickly opened the last three buttons. She folded one side of the gown back first, laying Miss Manley's body bare on one entire side. She ran her hand down the length of the naked body, feeling the curves at the bust and waist and hips. Mrs. Stern's hand returned up the inside of Miss Manley's thigh, curving up and over the pubis, with its dense forest of blonde foliage, up to the flat waist, then folded the other half of the gown back, exposing the full perfection of Miss Manley's generous endowments.
Miss Manley lifted herself from the bed to a sitting position and sat with her hand resting on Mrs. Stern's lap. Mrs. Stern's lips were moist and her eyes were filled with lust. Miss Manley rose, removed the useless gown, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there a moment for Mrs. Stem's pleasure, stretched herself up on her toes while reaching for the ceiling, then brought her hands down along her breasts, pushing them out and up. She let her hands travel slowly down her sides and come to rest on her thighs. Mrs. Stem sighed and moved back onto the bed, laying her head on the pillow. Miss Manley walked towards the bed.
She approached the bed from the foot, placing one knee, then the other on the bed between Mrs. Stem's open legs. She lowered her head to Mrs. Stem's pubis, planting a long kiss on the just washed bush, then she began moving up the abdomen, planting long, licking kisses along the way. She dropped a kiss square between the breasts and with her hands brought them up against her cheeks, rubbing her face in the spongy softness. She held one full globe in both hands and began sucking the rock-hard nipple. She tickled the tip with her tongue, then sucked harder, taking a huge portion of it into her mouth, biting softly into the flesh so Mrs. Stern moaned. She slowly released the mound, finishing with a twirling motion of her lips on the nipple that made Mrs. Stern wiggle with pleasure. Then Miss Manley descended on the other breast, repeating the process until Mrs. Stern moaned and finishing with Mrs. Stern's wiggling.
She kissed the shoulders and neck, then paused, staring straight into Mrs. Stern's half closed eyes. Mrs. Stern encircled Miss Manley with her arms and brought her down. Their lips met, and immediately the tips of their tongues touched and began performing a sensual dance. Their breasts flattened into each other, and each could feel the other's hardened nipples. Mrs. Stern wrapped her legs around Miss Manley, who began rotating her pelvis against Mrs. Stern. The tongues continued their slow dance, running in and out, touching and twirling.
Miss Manley raised her body from the embrace without breaking the kiss and placed her hand upon Mrs. Stern's moist pleasure dome. She roamed the entire area with her palm in a firm, blunt massage. Then she ran her finger up the length of the slit, feeling the hot moisture gathering along the opening. Mrs. Stern sighed and ran her hand along Miss Manley's cheek. Miss Manley continued her rovings in the pubic region, running her fingers through the spiral hair and all along the vulva. She ran her fingers all along the lips that guarded the entrance to the vagina, feeling the wetness increase as she went. She made a circular motion with her middle finger, as if stirring a glass of wine, then shot the finger deep into the teeming depths like a missile. Mrs. Stern responded with a jolt and a groan of pleasure.
Miss Manley ran the middle finger of her hand along the upper walls of the genital organs, running over the erect clitoris. It was like a miniature hardened penis, and Miss Manley inserted her thumb to massage the clit between the two fingers. Mrs. Stern drew back from the immense feelings of joy flashing through her entire body, causing her to tingle everywhere. With the kiss broken, Miss Manley lowered herself down on the bed, but not without planting a generous sampling of kisses down the length of Mrs. Stern's body as she went. She sucked the nipples and dropped a wet, sensual French kiss on Mrs. Stern's navel. With the tongue touching Mrs. Stern's abdomen, Miss Manley moved her head down towards the steaming cunt.
Miss Manley removed her finger as her tongue rounded the upper rim of the crevice, then descended into the soupy valley. Her tongue caught on the erect clit and flicked in and out, teasing Mrs. Stern into a frenzy. Mrs. Stem was on the verge of coming when Miss Manley eased her tongue out and rested her head lightly on Mrs. Stem's abdomen. Her head rolled up and down as Mrs. Stem's breathing came in violent gulps, then began to die down. When Miss Manley perceived that the breathing had begun to slow down, she resumed her tongue-teasing, flicking and sucking at the still erect clit. She brought Mrs. Stern to the brink of orgasm again, and then suddenly halted again, resting her head on the abdomen. Mrs. Stem was drenched in sweat, and she was clutching her pillow with both hands in a death grip, her hips twisting and grinding. When the breathing began to relax, Miss Manley began a third time.
She plunged her tongue deep into the vagina, holding it firmly against the clit as Mrs. Stern writhed trying to free her erectile organ from Miss Manley's grip. Miss Manley grabbed two handfuls of buttocks and squeezed them tightly, pressing the lips of Mrs. Stern's cunt hard against her own lips, as her tongue swirled around the throbbing clit. Mrs. Stern dug her heels into the bed and drove her thighs up into Miss Manley's face, pawing at the bed and giving out cries and moans pent up for years of solitude, all pouring out in this deathlike embrace of eroticism. Mrs. Stern shook with a groan and thrust herself up and down against Miss Manley as she came in a torrid burst of joy. Miss Manley grabbed the buttocks with all her might and jabbed her tongue in and out while sucking the torrential gush of come. Mrs. Stern rolled completely over, pinning Miss Manley below her, then back again as the jolts diminished. Finally she lay still, drenched in sweat and come, with Miss Manley spread lengthwise across her thighs. They lay like this until both fell asleep.
Mrs. Stern awoke first, about an hour later. She felt in excellent spirits. It was still light outside, she noticed, and she concluded that they hadn't been asleep very long. She looked down at Miss Manley sprawled across her and smiled. Miss Manley certainly was a sexual genius. It was too bad she would have to go. Mrs. Stern reached down and shook Miss Manley's shoulder gently. "Wake up, Miss Manley," she said.
Miss Manley opened her eyes drowsily and yawned. She picked herself up off Mrs. Stem and laid down next to her on the bed. She stroked Mrs. Stem's cheek and smiled as she whispered, "Good morning, Irene."
"It is Mrs. Stem to you and always will be," Mrs. Stem replied coldly. "And now it's time for you to go, as you mentioned earlier."
Miss Manley gazed at her in disbelief. "But...."
"I'm terribly sorry," Mrs. Stem went on. "You've given me a truly marvelous experience, I can't deny that. But it doesn't change anything, actually. You will still have to go. I'm sorry."
"But why?"
"Because I cannot have a whore living in the same house with my sons. I'm sure you can see the logic behind that."
"I cannot."
"Then you will just have to go away angry. But you will have to be out of here by tonight. That's final."
With that, Mrs. Stem rose from the bed. "You'd best get started," she said. "It's getting late."
Mrs. Stem then turned and walked into the bathroom leaving Miss Manley alone. Miss Manley was filled with rage. She threw on her robe and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped short. She couldn't think of anything to say to Mrs. Stern, except things which would make her seem vile and ignorant. She turned and stormed from the room.
In the bathroom, Mrs. Stern heard the bedroom door slam and she smiled. She had beaten Miss Manley at her own game, used her as a sexual object and then discarded her. She hadn't experienced life at this gut-level, and it felt exhilarating to have done it, done it with such ease and expertise, and now be through with it completely so life could resume its old smooth and familiar pattern. Mrs. Stern felt she had dealt with the problem expertly. All that remained was to take the time to let the effects wear off on the boys, guide them towards a more normal and wholesome pattern. Mrs. Stern did not perceive the hypocrisy of her own thoughts, that she had just finished participating in the illicit side of life and was now going to return to the righteous side, guiding her sons down the proper path. Mrs. Stern stepped into the shower.
Miss Manley was at this same moment stepping into the shower herself, feeling spurned and dejected. Her hate for Mrs. Stern increased with each passing moment. The way to get back at Mrs. Stern was through her kids, that much was obvious. Mrs. Stem would be sorry she ever crossed Miss Manley.
Miss Manley got out of the shower and began getting dressed. She packed her bags in preparation for her departure. When she was packed and ready to leave, she made a phone call.
"Hello, John Waters, please. John? This is Cheryl. I've got problems. Can I live with you for a while, or in one of your places. This place has collapsed for me."
There was a pause as she listened, answering questions briefly.
"Thanks, John, Thanks very much. I'm ready now. I'll wait for you," she said.
She sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette to wait. After a half hour, there was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it.
A tall, handsome man in a gray suit greeted her. She led him into the bedroom, they each took two suitcases and went to the door.
"I'll be going now," Miss Manley called out.
"Goodbye," Mrs. Stem called out from her bedroom.
The man closed the door behind them as they left.
The boys returned home a short while later. Mrs. Stern fixed their supper and when they had finished she made the announcement.
"Miss Manley won't be here any longer," she said.
Erich and Victor looked at one another in silence. They understood, they thought, why Miss Manley had gone.
"You boys are too old for a governess now. You will have to learn to take care of yourselves while I'm at work. Do you think you can do that?"
They both nodded.
'"Very good. Do you boys understand what it means when I say someone is a bad influence on you? It means that they don't act properly with other people, and that whey you associate with them, you learn how to act like them. Miss Manley is a bad influence on you. Do you know why?"
"Because she gets naked with men?" Erich offered.
"No that's not it. That's not in itself bad. You know where babies come from. The same thing is fun to do. That's what Miss Manley showed you the other day. But you have to care for and respect the other person. It makes all the difference. Do you know what a prostitute is?"
"A woman who does it for money?" Victor asked.
"That's right," Mrs. Stern replied. "That's what Miss Manley is. That man paid Miss Manley to do it. That's not proper. It shows the two people don't care about each other."
"Would it be better if he didn't' pay?" Erich asked.
"A little. But the idea would probably still be the same. He only wants to feel good, he doesn't care a whit about Miss Manley. And she doesn't care about him. That's very selfish. Do you understand?"
"A little," Erich answered.
"You'll understand more as you get older," Mrs. Stern added. "Now it's time for you to do your homework. Off with you."
The twins went off to their room and Mrs. Stern stayed in the kitchen doing the dishes. She hummed an old favorite tune of hers. She felt quite good.
Back in their room, the twins laid on their beds staring at the ceiling.
"I'm glad Miss Manley's gone," Victor said.
"Not me," was Erich's reply. "That spoils everything. Mom just didn't want us doing it with her."
"But she's right. Miss Manley's a bad woman."
"She treated us all right while she was here. I liked her until what happened yesterday. You know what? I still like her. I wish she hadn't left at all."
"She would have just gotten us into trouble again. I'll bet you wouldn't have liked her after she got you into a load of trouble."
"Oh, you're just scared of her," Erich countered. "I'm not."
"Am not," Victor asserted.
"Are so," Erich repeated. "You're afraid because you don't know how to do it."
"Am not!" Victor shouted.
"Are so!" Erich shouted back.
"Am not and you better take it back."
"Are so. You know what they call guys like you at school? They call 'em pansy-asses."
Victor jumped off his bed and pounced on top of Erich, punching him in the stomach and chest. Erich punched back as best he could while trying to push Victor off. Victor pinned Erich's hands and brought his knees down on Erich's biceps, pinning his arms painfully.
"Ow! get off!!!" Erich cried.
"Take it back." '
"I take it back."
Victor rapped Erich hard on the forehead twice with his knuckles, causing Erich to yelp, and then climbed off. Their mother suddenly came in.
"What's going on here?"
"Nothing," Victor said.
"Nothing," Erich said slowly, rubbing his forehead.
"You boys have been fighting. Now you stop that, do you hear?"
They both nodded. She looked them over again, told them to get at their homework and went out.
"You didn't have to hit me like that," Erich said, rubbing his forehead. "That hurts."
"Don't call me names."
"All right, all right."
Victor went and laid back down on his bed. They both lay staring at the ceiling, finally making an attempt at their homework although a not very serious attempt. They both went to sleep mad.
As the boys laid down to sleep, Miss Manley was pouring the first drink of the evening in John Waters' apartment. John Waters was a business manager and organizer. Like any businessman, Waters served a specific want or need of the consuming public. The service Waters provided was to bring into reality the sexual fantasies of the consumer. His service was much sought after, and his prices led him into dealings with the upper crusts of society. Waters was a hustler. For the proper sum, he could produce nearly anything. Miss Manley was one of his productions. She was a personal favorite of his, partly because of her stamina, partly because of her talent. It was said that Waters could screw ten times in a single day, while carrying out his business affairs at the same time. But rumors are often exaggerated.
Waters was seated in a bright green overstuffed chair, his hands held together in front of him as he watched Miss Manley fixing their drinks. He had a rough and pock-marked face that looked very harsh and severe. Men could have said he was a grotesque looking individual, but women found him attractive, as is so often the case with such men. His eyes were a cold black.
"Kicked out on your ass. That's a real laugh," Waters said.
"Hilarious," Miss Manley said.
She walked towards him carrying two drinks and handed him one. Then she sat on the couch, kicked her shoes off and tucked her legs up under his. She looked fresh and sweet. "I toasted to you yesterday," she said. "I toast you again. To John Waters, friend of the oversexed, the best damn screw in the world."
"To me," Waters smiled.
They both took long drinks, then long drags off their cigarettes, then sips.
"John, I don't know where I'd be without you."
"Yes you do. We both know. That's what I'm here for."
"Are there others like you?"
"Competition? There's some. I happen to be on top now. I wasn't always here. I had to suffer for it. I had to sell my own ass enough times-to deserve what I've got now. I'm a good stud and a good businessman, that's all there is to it."
"I'll vouch for the stud part," Miss Manley said and smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "John do you ever get anyone asking for young studs?"
"Yeah, all the time. Haven't you ever seen the kid farm? No? Wanna see it?"
"What's it like?" Miss Manley said with a shudder.
"Getting squeamish? Don't! It's a decent place. It's an orphanage and a training center. It's just like school. Like a trade school. We take kids on who've got no home, no folks, nowhere to go and give a kind, warm place to grow up, plenty to eat, and practical instruction, an apprenticeship of sorts. There's only one requirement: they got to have good looks or something unusual physically that makes them sexually attractive. Requirements for John Waters University!" Waters chuckled at his own joke.
"What do these kids have to do?" '
"Have sex."
"How young?"
"The girls are easier than the boys. Some girls we can start at eight or nine. We dress them up to the customer's satisfaction and let the John have his fun."
"That's terrible!"
"Horse shit!" Waters replied. "We don't send them straight out into the field. We break them in ourselves, a little at a time, and teach them how to act out what the customer wants. The housemother breaks the cherry. She does it with a little dildo, then she teaches them the ropes. Their first men are their playmates, their boyfriends. We encourage it. It keeps them healthy mentally. I'm the final test before we send them out. I don't send a girl out unless I'm personally satisfied that she's ready. You know I treat all my girls right. Don't I?"
Miss Manley set her drink down and walked over towards Waters. She sat on his lap with her hands locked at the back of his neck. She leaned down and gave him a long, sensual kiss. She pulled back, took the cigarette from his hand and took a long, deep drag, tilting her head back to exhale.
"What about your boys, John?"
"What about them?"
"How do you work them?"
"Same way. Take them on as orphans and train them."
"But who's the final test?"
"Me."
"You mean...."
"No, not that. I watch what they can do, and if I'm satisfied, I send them out. That other I don't deal in."
"That doesn't sound as efficient as your system with the girls. Seems there's room for error."
"There is. What have you got cooking in that head of yours?"
"Let me be the final test for the boys."
Waters took the cigarette from her hand and took a long puff on it.
"You know I'm the best, John," she said. "Does anyone please you more than I do?"
Waters sat in silence. He was not yet convinced.
"I know I don't know as much about this as you do. But I know about sex, you've got to admit that much. Am I right?"
Waters nodded reluctantly.
"So I can teach them as well as test them. I'm a good teacher, John. Hey, I've even worked with kids before. How's that for work experience?"
"I need you for other things," Waters announced.
She got up and walked to the couch. "I know better than to plead with you," she said. "But I'll try one last time. It won't hurt you to try it. If it doesn't work out right, we can chuck it. Look at it like a business investment. I'm your resource and you want to make the most profit off me, right? Well, this way you'll be using your number one product to bring up the grade of everything else. And I sure could get off to all that young cock!" She laughed, walking towards the bar to pour herself another drink. She decided there was no use in trying any longer.
Waters rose and walked up behind her. "We'll try it," he said.
She was surprised and pleased and threw her arms around him. He lifted her off her feet and carried her across the room. She was familiar with the path and reached down to open the door when the time came. The bedroom of Waters penthouse apartment was a fairly standard penthouse bedroom: it had wraparound glass picture windows and deep blue carpeting. The bed sat in the center of the room, and always had fresh satin sheets on it. There were two things out of the ordinary: the small pool built into the floor, with a fountain spilling into it always and the two attendants, a pair of cute redheaded twin girls who roamed the bedroom naked and bathed Waters when he asked. They had pulled a long ostrich feather from the Indian fan on the wall and were tickling each other with it. When Waters came in, they ran to him and tried to tickle his nose with the feather. He set Miss Manley on the bed, grabbed them both and held them over the pool threatening to throw them in, while they giggled and squirmed.
Miss Manley stretched out on Waters' enormous bed and sunk deep into its feather mattress. She got up and began to remove her clothes.
"I want to soak a while," she said.
"Be my guest," Waters said.
The two girls helped her off with her stockings and underwear. She walked naked over the carpet and lowered herself into the warm, swirling water. At the shallow end of the pool, she could sit with her neck just above water. She closed her eyes and rested, Waters watching her with folded arms. He called the girls to the bed and sat as they undressed him. He laid back on the bed, then called, "Come here, you two little rascals!"
They ran and hopped on the bed, giggling and laughing. He lay back with his hands behind his head, propped up so he could watch. His prick lay limp between his legs. It was not especially large, but of a respectable size. Waters reputation rested not on size but on performance.
The two girls began playing with his prick as if it were a toy, swinging it back and forth between them. One girl held his penis in both hands and the other took the feather they were playing with and ran it over his genitals. The tickling sensation made him squirm and laugh and the girls giggled in response. They alternated the feather between them, each one taking her turn running it lightly over his scrotum, along his thighs, over the head of his prick. The feeling was electric and Waters erection grew immediately. He laughed through the stimulation, restraining himself from squirming and moving. He sat still so he could feel the full effect of the light tingle running all over his crotch, then his thighs and chest, and back to his crotch again. The girls were having a wonderful time, using his laughs as a key to the most stimulating spots. His prick grew hard and red and stood out from his prone body, pointing towards the ceiling. One girl leaned over and kissed the tip of his prick lightly while the other continued tickling his balls. The feeling was enough to make Waters squirm.
The girl grabbed his shaft with both small hands and took the head into her mouth. She sucked it like a giant lollypop that took two hands to hold. She took it in and out of her tiny lips and ran her tender young tongue around the tip. Then she exchanged places with the other girl, who now took the shaft in both her hands while the first began tickling his balls, lifting the sack with one hand so the feather would get farther under. They played with his cock, licking it, placing their hands on top of one another as if they were fondling a baseball bat. They both grabbed his shaft and shook and stroked it until he caught his breath. They struggled with the shaft, trying to point it at each other. The first shot of come spurted out and hit one girl square in the chest, and she fought on with it as if it were a pistol, giggling the whole time. The second shot hit the same girl in the forehead, the third hit the other girl in the arm and the fourth went sailing across the room. "Suck it!" he commanded and one girl put her little lips over the head, sucking as the come continued. When he had finished, he told them to go wash up and they ran and jumped into the pool. Miss Manley smiled at them.
Waters lay on the bed a few moments resting and listening to the girls splashing in the pool. He closed his eyes but did not fall asleep. He pictured Miss Manley fondling his young interns, their virgin young cocks, and he smiled to himself. He opened his eyes and looked at his own limp cock. He rose and walked to the pool, lowering himself in next to Miss Manley. He put his arms and shoulders along the side of the pool and rested like this, the warm waters soothing his body. This pool was his most prized posession.
Miss Manley kicked against the side of the pool and glided to the other side. She turned, kicked off and glided back straight towards Waters. She touched the walls on either side of him and let her body float at the surface. Waters reached back and took her hands off the pool edge so she floated from his fingertips. The two girls jumped from the pool and ran for the towels. Waters floated her like this for a few minutes, knowing the feeling of freedom it gave. She kicked her legs lightly to keep herself afloat.
When she stopped kicking, she glided down towards the bottom of the pool. She brought her legs up and linked them around Waters' waist. She wrapped her arms around him and they locked in a tight embrace, Waters still submerged from the waist down. She kissed his forehead and his eyelids, and then his lips. Waters began to tremble under the weight. She felt it and released her legs and stood in the pool with her body pressed against his.
They both stood waist-deep in the water in a tight embrace. She ran her fingers through the wet hair at the back of his neck. He lowered his head and kissed the nape of her neck lightly while gripping her around the waist tightly. They stood like this in the gently swirling waters of the pool, the only sounds being the rippling waters, their own soft breathing, and the constant whir of the central air-conditioner. Occassionally the sound of laughter drifted from the other room and they knew the two girls were getting into some mischief. The mood of it. all soothed Miss Manley's troubled mind, and the thoughts of her encounter with Mrs. Stern and the twins seemed to drift away with the swirling waters, running with them down the drain at the end of the pool.
Miss Manley sighed and felt herself grow limp in Waters arms. He held her in his strong, firm grip, soothing her. She was drifting into a dream-like state. Drowsily, she felt his penis growing stiffer, beginning to press against her thigh. She rubbed her flat waist against his in a movement as fluid as the swirling waters. He matched her movements and their two bodies became as one moving in a slow, relaxed dance, always pressed tightly together. The girls peeked out from the other room and noticed what was happening in the pool. They ducked back in and reappeared in a few moments, giggling and carrying an air-filled water chair. It was a plastic air mattress in the shape of a chair, except the plastic was covered with a soft cotton-like material. They carried the chair between them and dropped it into the pool. Waters thanked them and they ran off again, giggling.
With a single motion, Waters lifted Miss Manley onto the chair so her legs dangled off the front. The chair was floating a little below the surface of the water with Miss Manley in it. Waters pushed her slowly around the pool, then began adjusting a small valve under one side of it. Air bubbles rose to the surface. The chair sank lower into the water until Miss Manley was submerged up to the tips of her breasts. Waters then closed the valve. He pulled himself up on top of Miss Manley, and their combined weight lowered the chair into the water so that only Miss Manley's head was above the surface, and Waters head above hers. His muscular back broke the surface of the water slightly. The temperature of the water was a constant 98.6 degree: normal body temperature. Waters considered love-making to be somewhat of a science, and this pool was his greatest invention. The warm waters swirling and Waters' strong, warm body lulled and excited Miss Manley simultaneously. She stroked the back of his neck and caressed his shoulders. He paddled them around the pool, the warmth of their bodies and the warm soothing waters giving a feeling wholly unique.
In the center of the pool, Waters halted their motion and slowly slid himself from his position on top of Miss Manley. She leaned her head back and felt his tongue running lightly down the length of her body, stopping only once at her palpitating sex to kiss it lightly. Then he disappeared below the water. He rose again, touching the tips of her toes. She brought her legs slowly. He kissed her thighs just above her knees, and she felt his face moving up towards her own shallow pool. He placed his lips on her sexual lips and the touch made her feel herself open up. As she did so, she felt a warm rush inside her as Waters sent a stream of water squirting into her womb. He filled his mouth again and repeated the motion, and the feeling made Miss Manley weak. Waters took another mouthful of the warm water, placed his lips to her crease and sent a stream with his tongue. Miss Manley breathed deeply. Waters ran his tongue around the outside of the opening and could taste a slight hint of the salty juices mixed with water. He placed his mouth full over the mound and performed a sucking gesture, drawing all the water back out of her caverns and bringing with it a mixture of Miss Manley's flowing juices. Her cunt became like a slippery undersea creature, one of the ocean flowers that capture fish in their lovely lips and Waters tongue became like one of the fish that swim unharmed through the petals, luring other game into the trap. His prick bobbed up and down in the water, a curious predator being attracted to the trap that would suck him in and drain all of his vital juices. The head of his penis watched from a distance as the tongue continued the dance, sliding in and out of the pink--rimmed crevice with delight. The soft flesh performed a gentle rolling motion and caressed his tongue, and the little clitoris motioned like an extended finger, beckoning the curious penis to come and see.
Waters grasped the float and hoisted himself up on the dreamy Miss Manley, and in one swift motion his prick descended deep into her glowing blossom, like a fish darting into a cave. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, burying him deep inside her. They rocked forward and back on the raft, only their head and necks above water. It was difficult to feel where the sexual organs ended and their outer bodies began, and where their bodies ended and the water began, so they rocked with closed eyes in an embrace of mystery and sensation. Miss Manley drew her breath in deeply and closed her legs around him. He covered her lips with his and deftly pulled the plug on the valve.
As they rocked faster and faster they slowly sank into the pool until they were completely submerged, thrashing wildly underwater. Miss Manley felt that she was coming with her entire body, as if every molecule was feeling the sensations rising from the tiny area between her thighs. She thought her lungs would burst as Waters pounded into her viciously , rolling her on the bottom of the pool in slow motion. She felt ripples running up her vagina, and then a warm sensation deep inside her, warmer than the water and the warmth of Waters shaft. The ripples came many times and the warmth inside her increased until she felt she had a little pocket of warm coals glowing in her womb. She clung leechlike to Waters neck and waist as she felt herself growing weaker. As the ripples subsided, Waters raised himself up out of the water with Miss Manley clinging to him. They broke the surface with a splash and both gasped and gulped for air. Waters guided them to the side and leaned against the edge of the pool. Miss Manley remained slung across his body like some unconscious mermaid he had captured at the bottom of the pool and wrestled to the surface. They remained like this panting for some time, until Miss Manley peeled herself from his body and slid in next to him. They closed their eyes and fell into a half-dream state.
When Miss Manley had caught her breath again, she began stroking Waters muscular chest. She reached down and began massaging his limp instrument of pleasure. Waters opened his eyes and smiled. "I don't know if I can get up again so soon after that," he said.
"No need for modesty," she replied, and continued her wonderful massage.
He leaned back and felt his balls being rolled gently between her fingers in the lukewarm water. This feeling never ceased, to give him pleasure. He felt how the sack floated lazily through the water, and how his prick pulled up and down to her movements. He tried to maintain his relaxed attitude in order to experience this floating feeling at his groin longer, prolonging it by keeping his mind off it as much as possible. He thought about business affairs, keeping this stimulation at the back of his mind. She would alternate between slow, almost imperceptible manipulations to sudden strong, firm grasps that would bring him back to the erotic present from his mental wanderings. His penis was floating and his mind was floating too.
Gradually he lost his mental composure and could think only of the sensations being generated by Miss Manley. He felt his shaft swelling and his balls drawing up close to his groin. Miss Manley took a deep breath and lowered herself down into the water, holding to Waters thighs for balance. She opened her eyes underwater and saw the upward-pointing penis swaying in the currents. She opened her mouth like a predatory animal and swallowed the entire length in one gulp. Guiding herself with her hands on his thighs, she pushed herself onto him, then slid up the length of his prick then back down again. She let go of his waist and when she began to slide away, caught his prick with her hand and pulled her mouth back down on it. She came up for air, supporting her weight with both hands on his shaft. She floated in front of him, jerking herself out and back with his cock. She let out all her air and sank to the bottom, and sat there with his cock in front of her.
She began jerking it as if she were milking a cow, until it became rigid as steel. She jerked faster and faster and his hips began undulating, then they jutted out. She held his cock firmly and aimed it at her mouth. A jet of milky-white fluid squirted from his cock and drifted in a long streak towards her face. She opened her mouth to catch it, but the motion created a wave and it drifted past. She jerked his shaft again and another shot of the juice squirted out, and she caught half of it in her mouth, the rest wrapping around her cheek and drifting away. She placed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked as the come continued. She did not lose any more of it in the water.
She came to the surface and found a panting, exhausted Waters resting with his shoulders on the edge of the pool. She floated to him and rested her head on his shoulder.