Chapter 3
When she aroused herself she felt satisfied, but then the guilt flooded through her body. It was the old story, she told herself. In the heat of passion a person will forget all that they're ever taught; all their moral code disappears, then afterwards they feel remorse.
In her training as a psychologist she knew all about this. Oh, she had counseled so many students at the university in this particular subject.
But who would counsel her? She knew it was not normal, her desire for young boys. Yet, really she could see no wrong in it. Why then should she feel so much guilt?
She pondered the question for days.
There had to be a solution, but there seemed to be none. She began losing sleep.
The first really visible signs of her imminent collapse appeared on Tuesday. She should have recognized them immediately. By Wednesday it should have been apparent to Jo that she had a serious problem to deal with. The respite her secretly lusting flesh had been granted as a result of her interlude with Tim had ended. On a purely physical level, her need had returned. Her body, satisfied once, demanded satisfaction again. And as translated from her body to her mind, this need was manifested in the fantasies. The fantasies returned, they were with her always, even more vivid and perverse and devastating than before.
She would lie naked on her back on the couch, just as she had that first night. Also naked, kneeling over her, Tim would gaze hungrily down at the open invitation of her cunt. Gently, so gently, he would place his hands on the quivering flesh of her white inner thighs, his thumbs on the sensitive edges of her moistened cuntal lips. He would draw them slowly open, revealing gradually the inner treasures of her pussy, completely exposing the little rosy bud of her clitoris.
The agony of waiting would be almost more than she could bear. Then he would lower his head slowly toward her belly. He would slide down on the couch, his face between her thighs.
Suddenly his tongue would flick outward and into lewdly tantalizing contact with the tiny throbbing protuberance there between her exposed pussy-lips. He would lick it, just as that one night he had licked the hard buds of her little nipples. He would kindle again those flames that had consumed her....
Just thinking about it was enough to fully arouse her. The lurid visions were with Jo where ever she went now. At work she would drift away. Something would startle her and snap her back, and she wondered shamefully if anything in her expression had hinted at what was going on inside her. At night, sitting alone in her apartment, afraid to even go out, she suffered hysterically. Her sleep was a series of erotic dreams.
By Thursday a week had passed and she was almost going out of her mind. By Friday evening she could stand it no longer. She started to masturbate; then she changed her mind. She decided in her frenzy, to do something she had never done in all her years. She would go out to a restaurant or maybe even a bar. She would see if she could get herself picked up by a man.
Jo put on her most daring miniskirt and a thin sleeveless sweater. She wore no brassiere, and the material clung almost lewdly to her breast around the little visible protrusions of her nipples. She wore no nylons, just a pair of sandals on her feet. Beneath the short skirt she wore her skimpiest, sexiest lace panties. She applied her perfume generously. She let her hair hang loose and free over her bare shoulders. Before leaving her apartment she had a generous drink of her whiskey. Then she went out, got into her car, and drove toward the main drag that ran alongside the local college campus. She was trying to decide where she should go as she stopped at a red light. She was sure she would have her best chance at a bar several blocks down the street, a place frequented primarily by the college faculty and graduate students, with a few fraternity members on occasion. Then, waiting for the light to turn, Jo's eyes widened as she saw the long-haired, bespectacled boy standing in the crosswalk before her, staring dazedly through the windshield at her.
It was Tim, and, recognizing him, Jo realized that it was only natural enough that she should find him here. It was eight-thirty; the restaurant where he worked was just up the street. It couldn't have worked out more perfectly if she had planned it herself. She hadn't planned it! She hadn't even thought about it, not even subconsciously. It was an accident. A coincidence. An evil twist of fate.
The light changed. Behind Jo's car, a horn honked. Still staring at her, seemingly stunned, Tim moved slowly away. The horn honked again. Then, on sudden impulse, Jo leaned over and opened the door. "Tim," she called. "Come it. I'll give you a ride home."
As the horn beeped again, the boy hurried back and got into the front seat beside her. Jo pulled onto the wider, busier street just in time to make the light. Acutely aware of the boy's presence beside her, Jo stared straight ahead, trying futilely to concentrate on her driving. She didn't think in terms of the direction toward the south side where he lived. She concerned herself only with the fact that she was driving away from her apartment, directly away from it. If she drove toward it, if she got anywhere near it, she knew what would happen. She went for several blocks then was stopped by a light. As she turned, she caught Tim staring at her breasts and her-almost completely exposed thighs. He looked away quickly, embarrassed. The light changed and Jo pulled forward. Then, still not really thinking of what she was doing, she took the right of the fork in the road and now recognized that she was driving toward the small lake at the north edge of town. Self-consciously, she glanced again at the boy beside her, to find him again staring hungrily at her.
"What am I doing?" Jo asked with a nervous little laugh. "I'm going the wrong way, aren't I?"
"Well, you're ... uh ... you're going the opposite way from my house," Tim stammered "But..."
"But what, Tim?"
He was too nervous to even face her. "I don't know. Nothing."
Watching him from the corner of her eye, Jo managed a smile. "I guess, since we've come this far, we might as well drive back alongside the lake and catch the expressway. What do you think?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said. "That's probably the easiest way to get there now."
They drove on in silence. In a few moments the lake loomed before them like a flat, slick mirror reflecting the long beams of moonlight. Jo took the road running along the water, continuing for about half a mile before she pulled off onto a deserted concrete parking area. Knowing what she was doing was madness, she flicked off the ignition. It was crazy. It was insane. Again she was flirting with disaster. But now that she had Tim beside her, she couldn't bear to give him up so quickly. She couldn't bear to take him straight home and drop him off with hardly a word. She needed his company, she longed for and needed it. And here they were alone and the night so beautiful....
The already dangerously aroused Jo gazed in silence out toward the water for a moment. "Well," she said in a soft voice. "Here we are."
"Yes, ma'am. Here... we are."
"Let's ... let's just sit here for a while. All right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said, trembling, hardly able to contain his breathing.
Jo leaned back against the seat, inhaling the fresh cool air of the night. She felt wonderful now. For this brief moment she felt wonderful, happy, felt even as if she wasn't doing anything wrong. It seemed so perfectly innocent, so perfectly natural for her to be here with Tim. And as she turned to gaze out of the corner of her eyes at the young boy, she was again struck by his uncanny resemblance to Mario. Yet strangely, and for a reason she had not quite fathomed, that hardly seemed important anymore. She liked Tim now for himself. She wanted him for himself, for who he was. But tonight she would ignore that, she vowed. She would not further corrupt this young boy tonight. In a few minutes she would take him home. Then, if she still felt the way she had earlier, she would do what she'd come out to do in the first place.
Her body quivered slightly with the intensity of her feelings, and as she thought of Tim, as she dwelled on the emotional bond she now felt with him, she felt a renewed excitement begin to stir of its own accord in her loins. But she told herself that was all right. It wouldn't hurt her. She would control it until she'd taken him home. She could do that in the knowledge that if she needed to, she could attract a man, an adult who did not have to be corrupted, who was not for her forbidden.
But the excitement increased gradually. She was hardly aware of it, or aware of what she was doing as she inched slowly over on her seat toward Tim. She absently dropped her hand to the boy's thigh and stroked teasingly along on the outside of his jeans.
Tim's sudden start of surprised pleasure made the lovely Jo's body tingle with suppressed desire. There was an undeniable warmth spreading through her now. It seemed to start at the very center of her being and flow outward over all the supple softness of her immodestly clothed body, over every tingling, inviting inch of her flesh. Then she became aware that there was a hint of moisture between her legs, and the sudden dawning of that realization caused her to suck her breath in harshly.
"Oh, God," she whispered to herself, aware that the youngster had jerked his head sharply toward her, feeling his eyes descend from her face to her voluptuously straining breasts. She hadn't wanted it this way at all! She'd only wanted to be with him, wanted to prove she could trust herself alone in his company. She'd only wanted to dream that perhaps someday the two of them could be merely friends. But she knew now that she couldn't control what was happening to her body beneath the flimsy seductive sweater and skirt she wore. She had to do something, she had to have some kind of relief from her all-consuming lust. And in her deliriously building passion, she could only justify that realization by telling herself that at least if she didn't do what she'd done before, if she didn't actually let Tim fuck her, afterward she could feel that still she wasn't completely rotten. She couldn't feel that way again, she might lose her mind with sheer guilt. But she had to have something, some kind of contact, dangerous as that might be. And that contact, shocking as the thought was, had to be with his cock.
Then, punishing herself, Jo thought she'd hit upon the perfect solution to her problem. She narrowed her eyes, turning her head slowly to gaze down at the crotch of Tim's jeans. Unconsciously, she flicked out her tongue to moisten her soft inviting lips. Then she looked at his face. "Tim, Tim, I want to do something for you. I want to do something with... my mouth."
He was momentarily stunned. Then a lascivious lust filled his eyes. He nodded. "Yes," he croaked, barely able to even speak. Then, his fingers trembling excitedly, he leaned back against the seat and the opposite door of the car and started to slowly and obscenely draw downward on the zipper of his fly. "Yes," he managed. "Yes, Miss Daniels. Do it to me like that. With your mouth."
Jo closed her eyes, shuddering. Then she eagerly reached out to the boy beside her, slipping her hand into his fly and her fingers inside the cotton fabric of his jockey shorts to maneuver his already rigidly erect young penis out to freedom. She narrowed her eyes, looking hungrily down at the hard throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it softly as her own body was enveloped in the wanton flames of desires.
"Oh, Tim" she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down. Jo stifled a moan, and a little quiver of passion darted through her aching loins as she parted her lips to close them over the blood-engorged head of the squirming youngster's pulsating cock. She felt him tremble from the contact, his movement answering her own growing excitement, and she swirled her tongue eagerly around the stiffened shaft of flesh before she let it slip from her mouth.
"Do you like this, Tim?"
"Golly yes, Miss Daniels," the boy groaned. "I like it more than almost anything."
The teenager's buttocks jerked in a spasm of excitement as Jo's tongue swirled and twirled around the desire-swollen shaft of his slender penis, then found the tiny opening of the glans at the top to flick up a little tangy tasting droplet of oozing seminal fluid. Tim moaned out his ecstasy and anticipation as he watched Jo's long blond hair cascade over his loins, then reached suddenly down to run his fingers into her hair and draw her face even closer to her thighs. He forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her mouth and lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the warm, wet cavern between her lips.
For a moment Jo thought she would choke as the rigid rod of youthful male flesh brushed almost to the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, reveling in her wanton masochistic pleasure, enjoying all the suffering and humiliation the suddenly aggressive teenager was subjecting her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her moist lips ovalled, her cheeks hollowing and expanding, and she was rewarded only by a further arching upward of the boys hips, and even harder thrust of his palpitating cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming hunger of her mouth.
Tim's groans of pleasure were echoed by her own sputtered mewls, Jo knew that he liked what she was doing to him, and she liked it too. But she had to have something more. The fire in her own loins was unquenched. It was not even beingg fought. She had to have contact from him on her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers on her clitoris and pussy.
Still sucking in wild abandon, Jo seized one of the boy's hands from the top of her head. She shifted the position of her body, then guided it urgently down to the hem of the short miniskirt and up beneath it.
"Put your hand in my panties and feel me up," she mumbled around the cock plunging into, her mouth. "Touch my pussy. Finger-fuck my pussy the way you did that first night."
Jesus, Tim thought. She was really begging for it. And he was only glad to give it. Flexing his cock deep in his beautiful partner's mouth, he pushed her skirt completely up off her buttocks, then slid his hand down into the tight elastic waistband of her panties, grazing through the soft golden pubic hairs to stroke up and down the narrow slit of her now wildly throbbing cunt.
Another racking shudder passed through Jo's body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to. She wondered if anything could ever be more depraved than what she was doing now, but she sucked even more greedily at Tim's pulsing penis, swirling her tongue again and again around its hot, slender length. Then she felt his finger begin to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it to quick rigidity so it quivered with need beneath his obscenely stroking fingers to send new thrills of delight streaking through her lustfully excited body.
Now completely lost in her passion, Jo swayed wildly on the car seat, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving as her face met the lunging boy's cock plunging up into her mouth. She felt his fingers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet opening between her thighs, parting the lips as they began to ease up into her sensitive cuntal orifice and match her sucking movements with a deep sawing in and out between the clasping hair-lined lips.
She squirmed back and forth on his invading finger as the flames in her loins burned hotter. Her whole body ached and tingled with desire, her blood seethed and boiled as the young boy's response to her continued masochistic sucking further increased. And she began to long for the imminent moment when the manipulations of her mouth on his' cock would become more than he could resist, when the dam on his desire would break and he would lose the last remnants of control, and his hot adolescent come would spurt forth to fulfill her most depraved and secret longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else except the cock that filled it. Her own warm vaginal secretions were beginning to seep down around her lover's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her own inevitable climax. She increased the gyrations of her lurching buttocks, working back and forth on the boy's violating finger until she knew she could not contain her joy, knew she would have an orgasm within seconds.
And with that realization, Jo encircled her lips even more tightly around Tim's throbbing young cock-shaft. Then she felt a ripple of sheer ecstasy shoot through his body. He groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into her surrendered mouth, his whole body trembling and jerking wildly. And then, not two seconds later, she tasted the first hot, thick droplets of his come shooting into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, gobbling down every drop of his precious sperm.
At the same time, the teenager fucked into her cunt with his finger, displaying an expertise that belied his years, spearing deeper and deeper inside her clasping cuntal passage to-send new waves of excitement rolling across her completely submissive and subjugated flesh, shattering and racking her as she drifted in a state of final consuming oblivion.
Together the two of them rose to heights of ecstasy neither had ever known alone. There was a long final shudder of joy rippling through them back and forth from one to the other before they subsided in exhausted pleasure, and Jo heard Tim's deep satisfied sigh echoed by a deep sigh of her own.
She let his penis slip from her mouth and straightened up, gazing still deliriously out at the moonlight dancing on the lake. It was some time later when she found the presence of mind to pull down her skirt. Then she started the car and pulled back onto the lakeside road, by which they eventually reached the freeway which took them to the southern edge of town where Tim lived. At his suggestion, she stopped a block from his house and let him off after a brief but passionate good-night kiss. Too satisfied and happy to bother feeling ashamed, Jo drove back to her apartment and parked outside.
It was a long time before she went on into the apartment and slept
The days that followed dragged by. She kept telling herself that she would get over her obsession for Tim, but the lust remained, regardless. Her wanton sucking of Tim's cock had proved the catalyst to a profound transformation of the young boy's character. She could see in his bearing an increased confidence. With a twinge of jealousy, she watched him occasionally when she could spy on him. He was flirting with girls now. He seemed more natural in the presence of the other boys around.
It was on Wednesday that the telephone finally rang. "Hello, Miss Daniels. I was thinking ... I might stop by your apartment tonight."
Jo smiled to herself. "Yes, Tim. I'd like to ... see you."
"I'll come around after work."
"Ill be waiting."
The waiting that night was almost unbearable Jo sat on the couch and nursed a whiskey watching the minutes tick away on the clock. She finished the first whiskey, then went to the kitchen for another. Eight came and passed Then eight-thirty. Any minute now, she thought. But it was five minutes after nine before the doorbell finally rang and she got up and hurried to answer it, looking warmly down at the young boy as he came past her through the foyer and into the living room.
They faced each other in the center of the floor. The youth's eyes wandered unreservedly over her body as outlined in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. Then Tim stood on his tiptoes reaching up to seize her shoulders, his nails digging almost painfully into her flesh through the cotton material. He pulled her aggressively to him, crashing her breasts against his chest, letting his hands rove down her back to squeeze and fondle the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Already the slender blonde was trembling with uncontrollable lust, responding eagerly to the teenager's pawing hands, reveling in the rising of her perverted pleasure. Hungrily she lowered her face and pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting between his teeth to eagerly explore his mouth. Then, drawing back, she glanced down and saw the already rigidly looming hardness bulging up in his trousers and her hand moved swiftly down to find his throbbing cock. She stroked it forcibly, lewdly and sensuously, feeling it grow even larger and harder beneath her caress. A wild excitement flowing uncontained through her body, she unzipped his fly and inserted her hand in his trousers, taking his rigid erection in her fingers, squeezing and tugging at it and raking her nails up and down so hard the young boy gasped aloud.
Jo was really breathing heavily now, already longing for the moment when Tim would begin to undress her, unbutton her blouse and reach his hand beneath her white blouse, slip it into the skimpy cups of the lacy brassiere she wore to knead and fondle her soft white breasts, to tease and coax her nipples into hard throbbing buds of desire. But just as she thought he was about to do this, he pulled suddenly from her, looking a her in a way she'd never seen before during the times they'd been together.
"You're really hot tonight, aren't you, Miss Daniels?"
Jo stared at her young lover in shame and anger. What had come over him she wondered Then she smiled, moistening her lips, and nodded. If Tim wanted to be aggressive tonight that was in a sense what she'd been waiting for the last several days. She took it as a sign of progress on his part, of development, and she secretly gave herself the credit for the change to last week's lewd episode when she'd humbled herself to suck his cock until he'd ejaculated his hot load of sperm in her mouth.
"Yes, Tim. I'm really . . . excited for you tonight."
"I call it hot" Tim said.
An image, a warning light, flashed in Jo's mind. She put it out and nodded seductively "All right, Tim. I'm hot."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to make love to you."
"Make love?" Tim asked, staring lewdly down where her skirt fell against the "vee" between her thighs.
A little shiver coursed through Jo's body. She knew what Tim wanted her to do. He wanted her to humiliate and debase herself before him. But the very idea of it only further excited her, and after everything else she'd already submitted to, she couldn't see what would be the harm.
"All right, Tim," she said in a lusty surrender. "I want you to fuck me, ravish me, despoil ... despoil my naked flesh."
Tim grinned. "All right. Go in the bedroom and strip. I'll be there in a minute."
"But I want... I want you to undress me," Jo purred, happy to play the young boy's game.
"Some other time," Tim said flippantly. "Now go do what I told you. Get on your bed and put your ass on a pillow."
Astonished,' unable to imagine where the inexperienced teenager had even gotten such an idea, Jo turned and walked slowly toward her bedroom, looking back over her shoulder at the still erectly exposed penis looming up obscenely from the open fly of Tim's trousers.
She went through the door, pushing it shut behind her though not bothering to slam it. Now she was going out of her mind with the anticipation of really being fucked by the youngster, genuinely taken, violated, used, and her stomach was churning with excitement as she quickly stripped off her blouse and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and completely free her straining breasts. She tossed both garments onto a chair near the foot of the bed, then hesitated, quivering, her full round breasts throbbing and swelling at their contact with the air.
Then she started as she heard Tim's voice and realized he was watching her through the crack in the door. "Take off the rest, too. Drop your skirt. And the panties. I want to see you completely naked." He pushed the door open wide and stood framed in it, glaring at her.
The trembling Jo hurried and shed her skirt, then hesitated but a moment longer, relishing her own passionate and masochistic response to the lewd command, before slipping her fingers into the tight elastic waistband and working the panties down off the golden hair of her pubis with a sexy little wriggling movement of her buttocks. Then she slid them down her thighs, stopping awkwardly to do so, stepped out of them and stood completely naked and vulnerable before the young boy. Cringing with delighted shame, she awaited his next command. But his eyes had spent a long time roving up and down every contoured inch of the front of her body before he ordered, "Okay, turn around and let's see your ass."
Jo shivered almost fearfully. Now he was going too far. Yet she welcomed the indignities her arrogant young lover was heaping on her and, feeling his eyes bore into her, feeling them almost like hands roving over and mauling her body, she turned her back to him, showing him her naked ass-cheeks and the forbidden little crevice running down between them. And now, in a wild flight of fantasy, she could almost feel his eyes stroking at the tiny, puckered circle of her anus.
At last the degrading inspection was over. "All right," Tim said. "Now get on the bed."
Shaking with relief, Jo stepped to the edge of it. She hesitated, looking with narrow eyes back at the fully clothed youngster, then she retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it squarely in the center. She got onto the bed, lowering her naked buttocks to the pillow, reclining on her back and spreading her thighs so that her helpless little pussy was pushed up in the air in total vulnerability. As an innovation of her own she reached up with both her arms spread wide apart to seize the brass bars of the bedstead and completely arch and part -her defenseless, high-set breasts. She closed her eyes, sighting deeply, and when she opened them again she saw that Tim was stripping off his clothes. A moment later, completely naked, he got onto the bed and knelt between her parted thighs.
"Now tell me again," he said, leering down at her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she purred. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The young student reached down to cup the two peaks of her breasts in both his hands, squeezing and kneading them so brutally that Jo whimpered with mingled pain and masochistic pleasure, a pleasure so intense she hardly even dared to imagine it. Then she brought one of her arms down from the bedstead, placing her hand on the back of Tim's head and forcing his face down to the two parted, quivering mounds in an act of aggression of her own, at the same time arching her breasts to thrust the nipple into his mouth. Then again she extended her arm above her head, little quivers darting over her flesh is he sucked and bit at her nipple so furiously that she cried out aloud. A whimper of frustration rose in her throat as he raised his head again, staring at her with wild eyes. She could hardly believe it as the boy slid downward on the bed, his tongue trailing a searing path of fire over the warm skin of her stomach, licking down into her softly curling cunt-hair as he lowered his face between her thighs and right over her pussy. The position of her buttocks on the pillow, and the wide-extending thighs, served to part the pink moist lips slightly, and it was almost more than Jo could bear when she felt his warm breath blowing softly through her hair that fringed them.
Oh my God, she thought, staring down at the boy with disbelief. This was too wonderful to be true. This was the fulfillment of her wildest and most desperate fantasy.
"Oh yes!" Jo cried out, unable to contain herself any longer. "Eat me, Tim. Do it. Eat my pussy!"
The boy leered up at her between the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. He grinned. "Beg me."
"I am begging," Jo sobbed. "I am begging. Do you want me to get off the bed and crawl on my hands and knees? Do you want me to kiss your feet? Just tell me what you want. Anything!"
"I just want you to make a promise. Promise me that tonight, after I eat you out, you'll do anything I tell you to."
Jo experienced a flash of sobriety, rationality. "What?" she gasped, looking at the boy suspiciously. Then she closed her eyes, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as he leaned lower and again breathed between the hair-lined lips of her cunt. "All right!" she gasped. "I promise. I promise I'll do anything you ask if you'll just go ahead and eat my cunt. I can't stand it. I can't stand this waiting any longer!"
Without further hesitation or ado, Tim plunged. He placed his hands on the moistly throbbing edges of her lust-crazed pussy lips. With his elbows he levered her thighs out until they were spread apart to completely expose the narrow vaginal furrow and even the small quivering bud of her clitoris. Lizardlike, his tongue flicked out, trailing slowly along the slit, up and down in the hair and warmth and moisture, worming gradually inward, up between the hotly pulsating walls of Jo's vagina.
The delirious blonde sobbed, basking in the ecstasy of a dream come true, gasping with her building sexual hunger at this maddening titillation of her secret genitals. This was the end of everything. This could have been the end of her life and if she died remembering it, she wouldn't have cared. Nor did she care, but briefly, as she heard the jangling of the telephone on the night stand beside the bed. Without even opening her eyes, she reached over and lifted the receiver before even the first ring was ended. She dropped it back into the cradle to break the connection then lifted it again and let it fall from her hand to dangle by the chord off the night stand and onto the floor.
"Ohhhh, Tim," she moaned.
Then she scissored her thighs suddenly tight around Tim's ears, holding and smothering him between them, squeezing his face tighter and tighter into her upthrust cunt, bucking her hips in violent contortions off the pillow. His tongue wormed further and further up into her salivating pussy as if it were trying futilely to lick at the little nub of her cervix deep within. She moaned in an impassioned, distant-sounding voice as the boy grunted over her loins, his tongue slipping in and out of the clasping vaginal walls, rutting with his nose against the tenderly pulsing bud of her clitoris to urge it to even more desperate hardness.
Then again she spread her thighs wide apart, basking for a last fleeting moment in this most perverted joy she'd ever experienced, before she realized she couldn't stand it another second.
"That's enough, Tim. I can't take anymore. I want your cock. I want to be fucked by your cock in my pussy! Oh God!"
Tim lingered just long enough to flick his tongue out one last time against Miss Daniel's erectly quivering clitoris, then raised his head and began to inch his body toward her, the lewdly flowing juices of her pussy dripping obscenely from his mouth and cheeks down into the nakedly proffered mounds of her breasts. She shuddered as she felt the pressure of his blood-swelled cock poised hotly against her vagina. Then he began to twitch his buttocks frenziedly so the glistening tip of his penis prodded in little tentative, rapid jerks at the small tight entrance of her vulnerable loins.
Jo felt the exquisite and almost unbearable need Tim had awakened in her increase at the rapid jerking of the rigid cock-flesh against her soft cuntal hair and tingling lips of her pussy. Then, when she thought she could stand the waiting no longer, he shoved forward with greater urgency to intensify the maddening pressure. There was a faint stab of pleasing pain, a moment's resistance, then the excited cunt-lips slickly parted and the youngster's aching hardness shoved slowly up into the welcoming depths of her already orally ravished pussy.
Jo groaned with renewed excitement, with a lewd anticipation she had never imagined possible. The young boy probed deeper and harder into the narrow channel of her cuntal depths, ' stretching and widening it until she was gloriously filled. Her face was bathed in perspiration and an even more shattering delight floated through her body as she felt him reach down with both his hands to seize the two tautly clenched mounds of her buttocks and jerk them upward from the pillow on which they rested. Then she moaned as he pulled the two cheeks apart, and even as he began sawing into her vagina with his cock he started to probe down between the naked ass-cheeks with his finger, searching out the most sensitive and forbidden little hole of her puckered anus.
The curious youngster poked cautiously at the tiny tight entrance, reaching across the separating membrane to spread a few droplets of her oozing vaginal secretions over it before he probed again, now harder, and with a surprising little pop, found his finger embedded to the first joint right up into the hopelessly clenching nether hole.
Jo gasped with pain from the sudden unanticipated intrusion as the tight little ring of her anal flesh gave way. Then she lunged her buttocks up from the pillow in spontaneous retreat from the devastating sensation as she felt the finger worming relentlessly deeper, quelling all her futile resistance until it was buried to the joint and seemed to completely fill her all the way to the most sensitive and sacred depths of her rectum.
For a moment she quivered, her buttocks still held completely up off the pillow. Then miraculously the pain began to subside, and partly in exhaustion and partly in perverse curiosity she screwed her buttocks back downward against the. lewdly invading finger. The teenager's thinly haired pubis struck her own with a punishing downward thrust of his hips that drove his swollen cock far into her hungry vagina and sent wave after wave of pure licentious pleasure to course through her trembling loins in contrast with the continued rectal discomfort.
Then, as his finger and his lust-engorged penis began to move in unison, Jo completely forgot the pain, beginning to thrash and buck beneath the teenager in wanton delight, screwing her buttocks down on this humiliating impalement as if she longed to have him thrust his finger even deeper.
Now every nerve of the blond girl's body seemed to tingle and burn as Tim quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out of her obscenely skewered orifices with all the force of his youth, his tight little sac of testicles slapping between the widespread half-moons of her buttocks and against the sensitive membrane that separated the two simultaneously violated openings. She felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down from her obscene cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal visions as the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm of her orgasm appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now. conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And, in her consuming gratitude, she thrust her face down, craning her neck to cover her parted lips over Tim's mouth, shocked and even more perversely enraptured by the taste of her own cuntal lubricant on his breath and mixed with his saliva.
Tim exerted all the control he could manage, spurred to greater heights of accomplishment by the knowledge of the presence of the two boys he'd let into the other room while Miss Daniels was undressing, knowing that even now they were listening to the squeaking of the bedsprings, the gasps and moans, the lewd panting and the slapping of sweating flesh against sweating flesh-knowing this was his chance to prove his masculinity and prowess once and for all to both of them.
But he knew he couldn't hold off forever, it felt too good and already he could feel the orgasm begin to strain and surge up into the canal of his rigidly throbbing, lustfully burning cock-shaft.
"Look out, Miss Daniels," he croaked, jerking his lips away from hers. "Here it comes!"
Jo was too far gone to say anything, to even utter a sound. She was too obsessed with her own building climax to respond with but the basest of answers. "Oh yes," she finally managed, "Fuck me, Tim! Fuck me as hard as you can."
Tim didn't wait a moment longer. With a mighty, violent lunge, he slammed into her spasming cunt, releasing all his controls as the come welled up from his balls, shoved and surged its way up the length of his pistoning cock and out of the opening of the little glans at the tip. It spurted forth in a great torrent of heat and slickness to fill the warm, greedy passage of Jo's pussy, lubricating it more, to even further facilitate his continued inward thrusts. With an animal-like moan he ejaculated all the way up into her hotly sucking vaginal depths, far up into her quivering belly. His cock jerked and twitched in last fantastic frenzies as he felt her echo his release with her own completely abandoned response.
"Oh shoot it off, you bitch!" Jo shouted at herself in the utter confusion of her consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the words to herself. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her loins and rectum and anus, grinding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd finger-fucking that continued beyond her sphincter and the most basic limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing, a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks crushing Tim's hand back down into the now obscenely soiled pillow on which she'd been propped.
She tightened her hands on the bars of the bedstead, stretching her whole nakedly sated body, again craning her neck to smother kisses of gratitude on the youngster's perspiring face. She closed her eyes, sighing.
The creaking of the door was a meaningless sound in her ears. Her eyes were lazily closed now. Her arms had moved slowly downward to entwine tightly about Tim's back, holding him to her in love and obedient gratitude. It was only his stirring, combined with a gasp that sounded as distant as the door, that caused her to open her eyes and turn her head to look. And she could hardly believe, not merely begin to comprehend, the sight that greeted her.
There were two more boys in the room, and even as Jo gawked at them in total confusion they both began to hurriedly shimmy out of their clothes.