Chapter 2
The room seemed extremely dark and strange to Jeff and he wondered if he'd ever manage to get any sleep. The teenage boy would rather be dead than do something embarrassing in front of Mrs. Latimer. What would she think of him, he constantly worried, if he accidentally did something wrong? He couldn't bear the thought of her seeing him do something stupid. She might frown on him, or worse, she might laugh at him! That would really be crushing, he thought. Because Jan, as he secretly referred to her, was his idol, and he wished his mother hadn't arranged for him, to stay in her house for the night. His parents were spending the night in New York and Mrs. Latimer had practically insisted he stay with her. For a moment he wondered if she felt the same about him as he did about her. Ridiculous! he told himself. She just wanted company, because Mr. Latimer was also going to be away for the night.
So far he had managed to get through dinner without making a fool of himself. The few hours spent in the living room watching television went smoothly, he admitted. Now all he had to do was make it through the night. But he mustn't sleep! he told himself. Because to sleep would risk having one of those wet dreams... and she'd see the telltale spot on the sheet and be angry.
Then suddenly he was aware that something had changed during the last few minutes. He could not be sure if the door had opened or not. No light had been evident, yet he knew there was another person in the room with him. He knew it had to be Mrs. Latimer, so he wasn't really scared, but he wasn't sure what he should do.
Apparently she was checking to see if he was asleep, he thought, feeling her presence now in the form of breathing. She must be bending low over his face to determine if he was asleep. He remained motionless, making sure to breathe evenly and deeply.
He felt a light touch upon his lips and thought she had put her fingers there, but realized the soft moistness had to be her lips. She pressed her lips harder against his and he hoped she couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. The touch of her soft, full, warm lips sent pangs of excitement through his body and he lay there in rapt anticipation, wondering what she might do next.
The bed moved and he could feel that she was next to him. She had lowered her body as carefully as possible into a sitting position close to his head. Then she began to touch him, first on the cheek and around his ear, and slowly down his neck, all with the lightest of finger touches. The total darkness of the room made it easy for him to conjure up a vision of her sitting beside him, recalling with vivid detail how sexy she looked at dinner and how difficult it had been to take his eyes off her full, high, taut tits.
He felt the coven being drawn down and the same delightful touch of those fingers toying with his chest. She was unbuttoning his pajama top and her fingers danced all over his bare skin, once even going past the tie-string on his bottoms. It was delightful and at the same lime terrifying. What should he do if she opened his pants? He had often thought of doing this to her, but having it done to himself was never part of that dream.
"Are you awake, Jeff?" she whispered directly into his ear, her hot breath sending chills through his body.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, almost inaudibly, I holding his breath to keep from exploding. Over and over he told himself not to be scared. But only his fear of looking, foolish in her eyes kept him from bolting out of there. He had often dreamed of slipping into her bedroom to explore the full, round softness of her body, but never in his wildest dreams expected it to happen in reverse!
"I hope I didn't frighten you," she breathed in his ear.
"Naw," he said, trying to sound composed.
"I was lonesome and thought you might be lonesome too," she said, finding his hand in the darkness and lifting it to her tits. "But I didn't mean to disturb you..."
"I was awake," he reassured her, realizing his hand was being pressed between those perfectly matched globes of flesh that had tantalized him during dinner.
Still holding his hand against her chest, she reached down with her free hand and let her fingers tiptoe down his stomach to where his pajama bottoms began. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked, but continued without waiting for a reply. "I love to play 'touch' with strong boys... and make them tingle all over. But I'll stop if you don't like it."
"It's okay..." he gulped. "I don't mind."
Jan was glad he couldn't see the devilish look in her eyes as she used his innocence to gain her own rewards. The thrill of it caused a flush of moistness to escape into the crotch of her panties. The urge to just attack him was checked by the knowledge she must proceed slowly or frighten him off.
Deftly she opened the string on his pajamas and her fingers slid down to the curling, wispy hairs above his hard-on. Then her fingers slid around the base of his cock and slipped lightly over and around his balls. He felt weak all over as her teasing fingers weighed the tight sac, then moved down to his anus, where she toyed at the opening with a tapping finger.
"Did anyone ever play with your asshole before?"
"No," he answered, grinding his teeth together to keep from screaming. He hated and loved it at the same time. But when her finger attempted to enter the small bud, his sphincter muscle spasmed into a tightly closed ring, making it difficult to force her way in. Then she did something that made him surrender completely to the invading digit: she moved his hand inside the negligee, onto the firmness of her breast. A rock-hard nipple quivered in the palm of his hand.
Jan trembled at the touch of his inexperienced hand and the thought of what the touch of it must be doing to him.
"Let me slip out of this nightie, so you can really feel my tits," she said, at the same time popping her finger from his ass, causing him to grunt from the unexpected move. She added softly, "And you kick off your bottoms."
Jeff did as he was told, not wanting anything to spoil his chance to feel her beautiful body.
You lucky sonofabitch, he told himself as he anxiously waited for her to return. The vision of her naked body quickened the tempo of his throbbing cock. Oh shit! Don't come now, you fuck!
Jan knelt on the bed next to him again, but he pulled away. "Is anything wrong?" she asked with surprise.
"Mrs. Latimer... I'm afraid I'm going to shoot all over the place if I touch you."
"The first thing you have to learn," she said in a reassuring voice, "is not to worry so much about things like that. It's only natural to be so excited that you want to come or can't hold it back. And I wouldn't get mad if you shot your load all over the ceiling. Just don't let it worry you."
Her voice took the edge off his urgency and gave him the confidence that was missing before. In the darkness he could make out her kneeling form and he reached over to squeeze her hand.
"I've been so selfish," she said softly, "doing what I wanted and not even giving you a chance to do what you want to do. Now tell me what you'd like to do."
"Just touch you," he mumbled.
"My tits?" she asked, lifting his hand to the task. "Or maybe my ass?" Then she pushed his hand down her side and placed it on her asscheek. "Or my legs?" Again she quickly moved his hand to a point between her legs, a few inches above her knees.
The touch made his head swim. It didn't occur to him that she was only teasing him with those quick touches. "Everything," he groaned in agony.
"Okay," she chirped, but added in the same breath, "but on one condition. Whatever you touch, you have to kiss. How's that sound?"
"Sounds okay to me."
"Since I've already touched your balls and asshole," she said, "I'll begin by going back and kissing them. And I'll expect you to kiss me the same way."
He moaned as her hot breath came down between his legs. She was actually kissing his nuts! Then her tongue was going down, and she was licking his asshole!
Jan slithered her tongue around the sensitive opening, making sure he got the picture of what she expected from him when it was her turn. She hooked her elbows under his knees and forced them wide apart, exposing the target even better, then darted her tongue into the hot little opening. He gave out a moan of agony. But she didn't stop. Her tongue snaked deep into his squeezing shit chute and whipped around the tight passage, then slowly slithered out.
"Your turn!" she gasped, collapsing beside him on the bed.
His mouth quickly covered her quivering nipple, sucking it in as he hand-fed more of the firm flesh into his hungry mouth. It was all he dreamed it would be and more. His mouth swept across her chest to sample the matching globe of flesh on the other side, while his hand massaged away the spit from the first.
Not wanting to disappoint her in any way, he slithered his tongue down her stomach, circled her navel, then jumped that unknown area to the spot on her leg he had touched.
"Err... you'll have to roll over," he gulped, "so I can kiss your cheek... I touched that too."
Jan accommodated his meek command, sensing that he was getting down to business. He gingerly pressed his puckered lips to the soft, white flesh of her asscheeks. Then he cautiously licked the spot on her left cheek that his hand had touched.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, "my asshole is itching to have you poke a finger in it."
"Oh... well," he gulped. "I'd sure like to do that... but I don't know if I could kiss it."
"Afraid?" she taunted. "You might find it tastes better than my tits."
He plunged his hand into the deep crevice, sought the hidden opening and drove his index finger in to the hilt. Jan wiggled and squeezed his finger with the strong muscles there, thrilled by the thought of the sensations she knew she was giving him. He left the finger embedded in the sucking tunnel until he could summon up the courage to lower his mouth to the spot. Minutes passed as he wiggled and twisted the digit, then suddenly popped it out and covered the spot with his open mouth.
"Aauuuunnngggghh..." she groaned when his tongue snaked into the small hot opening. His warm breath and wet tongue gave her twinges of an oncoming orgasm. "You take my breath away... and it feels sooo good."
Higher and higher his snaking tongue drove, wanting more than anything else to please his playmate. And Jan responded with a frenzy of wild gyrations of her hips, making it almost impossible for the horny eighteen-year-old boy to keep his tongue seated.
"More... more!" she cried. "It'll only take a minute... whatever you do don't take your tongue out."
Quite by accident, to gain his balance, he placed his hand between her legs and she snatched it up immediately, forcing his fist into the moist hairs of her panting cunt. She held his clenched fist there as he continued to snake his tongue into the tight tunnel that grabbed and sucked for more.
"Yeah... yeah... YEAH!" she cried. "I'm coming, Jeff! Screw that tongue deeper... and deeper... OH! Hold it there... 'til... I force it out... MMMMMmmmmmmm..."
The strong muscles of her rectum squeezed his tongue out, but she kept his fist locked between her legs until the last juices of her orgasm flushed out onto it. Then she sighed with relief, released his hand and rolled, over on her side.
"Did you get everything you wanted?" she asked.
"Yeah! It was great!"
"I think you forgot something," she said, lifting herself to a sitting position.
"What?"
"Your cock is still loaded. And we don't want to leave it without some reward now, do we?"
With that she placed her hand on his shoulder, signaling him to lie down, and quickly moved between his legs. One sweep of her hand from the base of his standing cock to the head of it told her he was ready. She swooped down and captured the rubbery knob in her hot mouth and began sucking feverishly, first sucking the full length of it into the depths of her throat, then sliding it out so just the very tip was in. She managed to bring him to the peak of excitement quickly. But Jeff was so taken by surprise that it was difficult for him to sort out the sensations and realize he was about to reach a climax.
Then she felt the flrst spray of cum on the back of her throat and started to gag. Instinctively the boy grabbed her head and pulled her down on him, forcing his thick meat deeper into her throat. She swallowed furiously. Her tongue was involuntarily pumping the squirting hose, bringing forth more and more of his creamy cum.
"OH, MAN!" he screamed, throwing his legs up in the air and pulling her tighter against his groin. "It feels so fuckin' good!"
Jan gulped, swallowed, gasped and tried to get air into her lungs. His juice trickled from the corners of her mouth and she suddenly realized that somewhere in the last few moments the boy had turned into a man and was taking his own rewards. She was helpless with his strong legs wrapped around her neck and his hands pulling her down, down, down.
"Wow!" he yelled, releasing her head just as she thought she was going to pass out.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, then laughed and swallowed all of his cum. "How was that?"
"FANNNtastic! I really mean it! It was FANNNtastic!"
Jan slumped to the bed, still breathing deeply. "Be a good boy, Jeff," she sighed. "Slip into my bedroom and get my cigarettes. They're in the drawer of the night table on the right side of the bed."
She giggled like a teenage girl at the sound of him stumbling in the darkness. She twisted her body to reach the lamp on the nearby table.
Jeff returned with her cigarettes, came to a sudden halt in the doorway and gaped at her naked body. He couldn't hide the delight he experienced at the sight of her. Even the exhausted, limp noodle between his legs thumped with pleasure. His eyes widened and he stared at the triangular clump of hair between her legs. The spot his fist had recently pressed against. He approached the bed and awkwardly reached out to hand her the cigarettes, then climbed in bed beside her.
Jan propped herself up on the pillow to light the cigarette and eyed the lean, masculine form beside her. He was on his back, staring at the ceiling, with his hands folded under his head. But one flexing muscle told her he wasn't casually relaxing and thinking of faraway places.
Jeff moved his left arm down to his side, between them, wondering if he dare touch her again. Jan noticed his fingers tapping nervously on the bed between them and suspected he was trying to get up the courage to touch her. She was delighted to see the rising cock between his legs.
"How'd you like to play with my cunt, Jeff?" she asked, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray she held on her stomach and then stretching over him to replace the ashtray on the night table.
"I'd like that," he gulped, eyeing the big tits as they passed just inches from his nose. He quivered from a delightful chill that was caused by the sensation of those short, curly hairs between her legs gently brushing against his hip. A reflex action caused his left hand to lift a few inches off the bed and brush over the fluffy hairs, giving Jan a chill similar to his own.
She was already above him as she placed the ashtray gently on the table next to the bed, but she discovered her leg had completed the follow-through and she was straddling his stomach. His eyes were wide with anticipation and he stared open-mouthed at the bushy triangle of hair.
"There's no need to be scared," she said with a smile. "It's just a velvet-lined pocket for boys to nestle their cocks in. So soft and delicious you'll never want to be without one. Go ahead, touch it."
He wanted more than anything to touch it... but for some insane reason, he was also afraid. His fingem began combing through the thicket, spreading the foliage to reveal a soft pink entrance that beckoned him on.
"Ohhhhhh... Jeff," Jan sighed as his finger came to the sensitive lips. Her eyes closed, but she knew he was spreading the lips with his thumb and forefinger to look inside, and the thought drove her wild. "Put your finger in, Jeff. Feel the softness... no, no, the middle finger... that's the way! Just think how nice it would feel to dunk your great big cock in that sweet softness. Mmmmmm."
Jan placed a hand on his, guiding his thumb to her clitoris and showing him how to stoke it while exploring her insides with the other finger. And it convinced her more than ever that the secret to her sexual desires was with young boys. She could mold them so easily. Make them do whatever she wanted.
"Mmmmmmm..." she cooed, encouraging him to explore and probe deeper into the sucking, squeezing cove. "It feels so good," she added, opening her eyes to watch his delighted, intent expression as he whipped pleasure into her cunt.
For a few moments she rocked back and forth on his finger, but suddenly realized a rubbery, ball-like object was pressing into the deep crevice between her buttocks. The sticky sap that oozed out of it warned her that he'd built to a climax in the warmth of that cleft, rather than where she wanted him to explode.
With a gentle press of her hand on his, his finger slipped from her cunt. She moved back a few inches, took his throbbing cock in one hand, and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, watching the expression on his face at all times, she impaled herself.
She marveled at the length and fullness of his cock. The exciting new position, with her on top for a change, excited her even more. And she loved the control she had over the penetration.
"Oh, Mrs. Latimer, I love you." He forced the words through clenched teeth and tried to keep his muscles from lifting him off the bed to meet the invading warmth and moistness slowly sweeping over his throbbing, panting cock.
"It's not me you love," she whispered. "It's the sensation surrounding that big cock of yours. You love the hot thrills my drooling cunt is adding to your virgin prick... making your balls ache with desire."
"Oh, yes, I love it... I've never loved anything better... in all my life."
"Then say what you mean," she said, tantalizing him with a slight withdrawal. "Tell me you want to fuck me... tell me you want to fuck the ass off me."
"I do... I do," he groaned.
"Then say it!"
"I want to fuck you, Mrs. Latimer. I want to fuck your fuckin' ass off... and suck your fuckin' tits off... and stick my cock up your asshole and... and everything else..."
"Mmmmm... I love to fuck and suck too," she cooed, once again slipping down the pole and loving the torture she created for both of them with her slowness. And she loved to hear them call her "Mrs. Latimer" too, she decided. It was a reminder of the difference in their ages. She didn't want to be a squeamish little girl again, afraid of every touch because she didn't want to get in trouble. She wanted to be just what she was: a housewife cheating on her husband and tricking young boys into fulfilling her wanton desires.
"Your legs are so smooth and beautiful," he began again, this time stroking her thighs as he spoke. "And I can't get enough of your ass. I wish I could tongue your asshole right now... while we're fuckin' like this."
The boy surprised himself with what he was saying and doing, but found it wasn't really difficult with Jan.
"There!" she sighed. "That big love-stick is seated deep in my belly... feel good?"
"You fuckin' well better believe it does!" he gasped. His groin hit hers as he bounced off the bed to make the point, forcing the air from her lungs with the extra penetration and almost setting off his stick of dynamite in the process.
But in that instant, when he thought the ultimate climax was about to take place, Jan lifted herself high off his groin, causing his involuntary withdrawal to the very tip of his cock. The fear of losing the prize was enough of a shock to halt the explosion. Her hands on his hips kept him from arching off the bed to seat his prong again.
He saw her eyes were locked on his cock and decided to see what she found so fascinating. For the first time he realized why she kept calling it a "big cock". It even seemed gigantic to him, with her sitting on the tip of it. And he tried to imagine what it must feel like to her when it was seated inside her. His eyes widened at the sight of her impaling herself again, watching the thick meat, with veins popping, slowly being devoured by her cunt. He quickly clamped his eyes shut. But even with his eyes clamped shut he could, vividly see the triangle of black, curly hair parting, and the pink lips nibbling away at his stiff cock.
Jan watched every inch of the thick, white, throbbing meat penetrate into the sucking sleeve of her pussy. The sight was almost as breathtaking as the feeling it created inside her. In her mind, fleeting thoughts flashed about, causing a frenzy that brought her to the peak of excitement. She bounced up and down, bringing her full weight down on his groin, sending his cock deeper into her cunt each time.
"Unnnngggg..." he groaned each time her full weight came down on him. "Unnnngggg... unnnnnggggg... unnnggg..." Then in a high voice, with a note of panic, "I'm gonna come!"
"Oh no you're not," she shot back, lifting herself high, withdrawing his cock to the tip, pausing long enough for him to overcome the crisis of ejaculation, then swiftly impaling herself again when the threat subsided.
"Let me come, Mrs. Latimer," he moaned. "Please! My head will blow up if you don't let me come! Unnngggg... unnnngggg."
"Mama knows best, honey-child," she managed to say. "Mama tells you when to fuck and when to suck and when to come."
"Unnnhhh... my balls hurt... can't hold it... oh! Please don't take it out! You're driving me crazy!"
But Jan paid no attention to his pleading and quickly lifted herself again. "Oh Jeff!" she cried, suddenly caught in her own trap and finding herself losing control of her own orgasm. "Fuck me now, Jeff!" she cried, coming down on him hard, then flattening herself on his chest. "Fill me with cum... fuck me forever! Ohhh, Jeff, I want it... I want it... all that creamy cum splashing around the hot, burning walls of my cunt... I want that, Jeff."
His hands gripped her buttocks, forcing her down with all his might, while he lifted himself up with as much force. He could imagine her nice thick black bush of hair pressed tight against his groin. He grunted, sweated. Jan was actually crying, gurgling, moaning and groaning in his ear. And he could feel her trying to mash that bush of hair into his groin. Then he felt the hot lava cum up through the shaft of his quivering cock. The first spurt rushed up the tube and found freedom in a waiting well of warmth. Again and again he shot his hot cum into her spasming cunt.
Jan squirmed and wigged, riding her orgasm like a giant wave, not knowing if or when the wave would fold over and engulf her. She clung to him with all her might, bumping and grinding until the balloon suddenly broke and she was swept away by the folding wave of relief.
Jeff had to rush off to school right after breakfast, leaving Jan with pangs of loneliness. They had slept through the night, completely exhausted and barely capable of responding to the distant sound of the alarm ringing in Jan's bedroom. She would have liked to have sent him off with one last remembrance, but there just wasn't time. And when he was gone, she thought about how it must feel for a young boy to go off to school after his first experience with a woman. She wondered if he'd tell any of his friends, even though she warned him not to tell anyone. She suddenly felt warm and contented.
By getting involved with her housework, she managed to wipe the thoughts of Jeff from her mind. She was satisfied. There wasn't any need to start fantasizing again. And just before noon Charles called from the office to tell her he was back from his business trip. Back at the bank, that is. The bank was home for Charles. Hearing his voice swept away the last twinge of fear she had about getting caught. Everything was back to normal.
The doorbell rang shortly after one o'clock, and when Jan went to the door to answer it, she was surprised to see a young boy standing there. She guessed he was no more than eighteen years old and she was certain he wasn't one of the local boys.
"Yes?" she asked in a slightly cold tone.
"Er... you Mrs. Latimer?"
"Yes I am."
"Well... er... I'm with the Boy Scouts and we're... er... trying to get donations for new uniforms."
His clothes were cheap and shabby, she noticed. And even his speech hinted that he wasn't from the area. As he spoke his eyes darted around her to see into the house and he seemed unusually nervous. She was equally puzzled by the fact he knew her name. As a precaution, she kept the screen door closed between them and talked through it.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" she asked.
"Naw. We got the day off to collect far the Boy Scouts."
She didn't believe that at all. "Well, I think you'd better come back when my husband is home. He already gives to the neighborhood clubs."
"Gee, even a quarter or a few cents would help. We need anything you can spare," he persisted.
"I guess I can spare a few cents," she said just to get him to leave. "You wait here and I'll get it."
As she turned her back on him and started back into the living room, she caught the sound of the latch on the screen door moving, then the door opening.
"I said wait there!" she said, turning to face him. But it was too late! She caught sight of two older boys coming through the door, blocking her from slamming the front door on them. She was filled with panic.
"Just keep quiet and you won't get hunt," the oldest said, grabbing her by the wrist and pushing her into the living room. He was followed by the other, slightly younger boy. Then two more boys entered behind them. They all seemed to be different ages, from about eighteen to twenty, she guessed.
"What do you want?" she gasped.
"Close that door, boy," he said to one of the last boys to enter. Then he looked her in the eyes and squeezing her wrist until it started to hurt, added, "Don't panic. We ain't going to do nothing to you. If you do as you're told."
"I don't understand," she said, almost in tears. "You're already hurting my wrist and you break into my house... and I'm not supposed to be scared?"
"It's not you we want... or your money." His eyes suddenly surveyed her body and made the statement difficult for her to believe. "Your husband is a big-shot at the bank. Right?"
"Well... yes."
"That's all we want then. Just some of the bank's money."
The shock was too much for her and she couldn't think straight. But if it was only the bank they wanted to hurt, she could live with that. The second oldest boy was tying her hands with a piece of clothesline.
"Shit, Bill, do your stuff. We ain't got all day," the one in charge said.
Jan watched the boy take out a can of spray paint, then, starting at the front door, spray a thick black line across the wall. He walked as he drew the line at eye level, in the foyer, around the corner and into the living room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she cried.
"Just keep your mouth shut," the leader growled.
When the boy with the spray paint got to the middle of the living room wall he stopped, shook the can several times and started to write a message: "DON'T CALL COPS. NOTE ON TABLE."
Then he made a squiggle of an arrow to indicate the coffee table in front of the couch, where the leader was placing an envelope. As an afterthought he swept everything else off the table with his arm.
"Hey, Al," he called to the second oldest. "See if Mike has the car in the driveway."
"Yeah, he backed it in so nobody can see from the street," Al answered.
"Then we better get out of here."
"You better tape her mouth," Al said.
"Yeah. Almost forgot. And you better check to see that nothing is on the stove or anything to start a fire. We don't want any accidents to bring the cops."
"Hey, Tom," the young boy that originally rang the bell said. "Can I ride in the trunk with her?"
"Are you crazy?" Tom snapped back. "There's no room."
"She's nice," the boy added. "Real pretty, huh?"
They were all staring at her now and Jan felt terribly uncomfortable and helpless, with her hands tied and mouth taped.
"You know," Al, the second oldest, said. "We should really take off her slacks... so she don't get ideas about trying to run away. You know... just in case..."
"Maybe you've got something there," Tom said. "We'll strip off her pants so she can't go running down the street or something..."
Al and the young boy didn't wait for Tom to finish his sentence. They quickly jumped to the task of removing her slacks, pulling her panties off in the process. Jan struggled to fight them off but she was overpowered when Tom held her while they slipped her slacks off her feet. She felt small fingers, the little boy's she realized, squirming all over her buttocks. His little fingers were poking in the crack and going wild with delight back there, while the others stared at her naked front.
It was Tom who slipped his hand down her stomach and slithered it between her legs. She realized their original plan was slowly slipping to the background and a new set of ideas was taking over. Suddenly the urgency was gone from their actions and they seemed to have all the time in the world. And her own panic was taking a back seat to the constant movement of fingers all over her.