Chapter 1
It was mad and she knew it, but as well had Janice Arlen known all along that she would eventually give in to the inevitable temptation. She hadn't changed in nature, only environment, and the latter was hardly strong enough to accomplish what her feelings for Ken Rivers had been unable to do. Anyway, she didn't want to think of that, or him, nor anything of a nature which might destroy her plans ... not now ... and not ever again!
She sipped at her third vodka-tonic, placed it silently on her vanity and began to remove her blouse. Wild tingles of aroused anticipation began to excitedly ferment in her belly and loins. Throughout the morning, in the back of her mind as she'd sat beside each of her little piano students giving them their lessons, the lurid scheme had formulated, as if of its own instigation and she had actively played no part in it. Of course, that too was ridiculous, but at that very moment it was logical because she wished it so.
He was her next student, a half-hour away and the last one of the day! God, had she actually planned that, too ... those three-months back when she'd first arrived in Shale Canyon and opened her studio? Was it possible that her lecherous young mind was even conniving then toward the forbidden seductions it knew were unavoidable? Of course ... of course ... what else? Sweet and loveable Dickie Edwards ... what a beautiful boy he was at fourteen ... so fair and bright-eyed, his young body visibly developing beneath the clean white T-shirts and tight blue jeans he wore ... Yes, they were always tight weren't they ... the obvious swell of his youthful genitals ever present to taunt her!
An erotic little shiver rippled over Jan's soft; incited flesh, causing the resilient mounds of her rounded white breasts to quiver in their nakedness as she slipped off her bra. Sensuously, she cupped them, smoothing her slender hands upward from her waist to provocatively lift their firmly pointed fullness in a narcissistic caress, sensing their tiny pink nipples hardening, and she leaned closer to watch the secret process in the vanity mirror. Once more, a little hedonistic tremor fluttered over her.
Quickly, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then rolled her tiny nylon pan ties down over her smoothly curved hips, letting them puddle at her feet. She stepped back to better observe the near-entirety of her satiny white nakedness, brushing her long blonde-hair back to tumble in a halo around the oval of her face and behind her gently sloping shoulders.
She had always derived titillating pleasure in admiring her undeniable voluptuousness. At twenty-six, she viewed her body as being at its most enticing and curvaceous peak, dwelling on the perfect formation of her breasts and slender waist, the generously sweeping arch of her hips and the long white columns of her rounded, full thighs and shapely calves. There was something alluring and personally secretive in the white outline her bikini halter left across the pliant spheres of her up tilted breasts, and cupping at her smoothly ovaled buttocks. Though, it was the milky-white of her hips and lower abdomen where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little mound and vaginal lips that always inspired the tingling hi her belly.
Ken had loved her body ... had reveled in its soft, smooth warmth when he held and caressed her ... had gasped open-mouthed when she let him explore its intimate hollows and hotly moistened passages ... had begged for her promise to always love him when he had passionately slithered his thick male hardness in and out of her those few tunes. God yes, she'd never deny that! He was a thoughtful lover and she'd intended to marry him, certain in her heart that at last her desires would find their norm ... but at that point, how could she have anticipated his younger brother, Russ?
The unwanted remembrance of that scene flashed quickly through her mind ... Easter holidays ... the boy joining his older, bachelor brother in the big city ... the several nights she had sat alone with the fifteen-year old waiting for Ken to finish a late business deal ... and finally, her uncontrollable seduction of the boy, frenziedly sucking him as unexpectedly Ken walked in on them ... !
God, the horror of it all ... to see a man cry like a heartbroken child! What else could she have done but escape ... remorsefully slink away in the night, bag and baggage? They were men, or at least males and brothers; they would eventually find peace between them, but there could be no forgiveness for her! That was invariably the double standard a girl was expected to live by ... !
A movement outside the window caught her eye and the naked, blonde beauty quickly glanced to see the stripped-to-the-waist figure of young Felix Ronson, the boy she had hired to do the yard work for the summer. She moved forward, picked up her drink from the vanity and walked over behind the protectiveness of the bedroom draperies. She shouldn't be taking this time, she realized. Dickie Edwards was due shortly, and his mother was a stickler for punctuality ... had made that point quite clear when she'd agreed to his lessons ...
"Very well, two o'clock on Thursday is fine, Miss Arlen, but I expect it to be precisely two and not two-fifteen, etcetera. I certainly want Richard to have the rounded education of music, but only to enhance his more superior abilities, not as a vocation. I feel that our young people shouldn't have a moment of their summer vacation-time taken from them, don 't you agree!
The bitch! She could still see the severely attractive woman's belittling sharp eyes looking down her pointed nose at her, subliminally advising that her husband was a dentist and their social stratus were incompatible. Even then, Jan remembered, she'd wondered what the woman's sex hang-up was ... Just as she'd begun to wonder about the rest of the neighborhood and its inhabitants ...
Arousedly, her tiny pink tongue peeked out to trace her lush lip-line and she sipped again at her vodka-tonic. Damn, if Felix wasn't such an oaf ... he was so tall and thick chested for a sixteen year old boy, she lecherously thought, her greyish-green eyes feeding on the breath of his teenaged shoulders, the rippling of his developed muscles, and the taper of his youthful back to his lean waist. She could only imagine the rest of him, and that merely added to her excitement ... !
With a half-smile and shake of her head, Jan pleasantly shuddered hi her nakedness. Her mind contemplated as she moved away from the window. She drained her glass, pullover with its tiny, mini skirt on the hanger where she'd left them the night before. These were her chosen tools for today's conquest, she lustfully thought, quickly slipping into them without benefit of under things as she recalled her strategically placed mirrors for the umpteenth time.
The beautiful young darling ... he'd made it all possible with his terrible timing and use of the pedals. Now, he had only to look down at the mirrors to see what his feet were doing ... and what she enticingly had hidden between her legs to excite him ... !
"Will you need me anymore today, Miss Arlen?" Shelly Carter's husky voice sharply broke the silence, startling Jan. She hadn't heard the teenager knock, or ease open the door; her mind had been too busily involved with forbidden thoughts! God, she had entirely forgotten about the girl still being in the house! Quickly, she attempted to keep the glass of needed, mid-day indulgence from the other's view as she turned to vacantly meet Shelly's large, penetrating dark-eyes.
"Excuse me ... but will you be needing me anymore today?" the fifteen-year-old, curvaceous brunette repeated, brushing her forward swept bobbed hair into its casual look with a tomboyish finger-combing. "I-I've finished all the cleaning and the kitchen is done."
"Ah ... no, I don't believe so, Shelly ... that is, if the house is in order," Jan stammered, wondering if she'd closed the door tightly when she'd entered the bedroom. She was amazed that she had heard nothing until the abrupt sound of the supple girl's throaty voice had shattered the tensioned stillness her own lecherous meditation had woven. She swallowed tightly as she continued to gape at the teenager, an odd feeling that the shapely young girl was easily reading her mind through the off-guard windows of her own widely staring eyes.
"I'm sure it is ... but if you'd like to look ... " Shelly confidently suggested.
"N—NO, that's hot necessary, dear," Jan managed, favoring the younger girl with a forced smile of assurance as she sensed those keen, youthful orbs sweeping rapidly over her, undoubtedly noting the clothing change she had made. "Y-You go ahead ... I'm sure you have many things you'd rather be doing than housework on such a beautiful summer's afternoon."
Shelly nodded, her striking young face expressing her appreciation and lessening Jan's discomfiture. "Thank you, Miss Arlen. I'll see you tomorrow then ... "
Self-guilt could be one's worst enemy, Jan fleetingly thought. "AH right, dear," she said, letting her recomposing gaze brush candidly over the flowing, youthful curves of the rather tall, willowy girl. She, too, obviously wore no bra beneath the loosely fitting boy's shirt, undoubtedly the insurgent renunciation of the establishment by her generation, a gesture that Jan understood and felt sympathetic toward. The faded shirt's scalloped tails nearly covered the skin-tight, cut-off jeans snuggly hugging the teenager's rounded hips and full, young buttocks. Their homemade, hot-pants brevity were all the more enticing in that she had the long, perfectly contoured legs for them, Jan subconsciously decided. Actually, her ripe, feminine loveliness belied the careless, boyish mien she unconcernedly projected, and that, too, the blonde piano teacher could appreciate ...
"Bye bye, then," Shelly said, her little smile seeming wise and seasoned beyond her years. "Same time tomorrow ... ?"
"Yes ... I think so ... the same time, dear ... "
Alone again, Jan retrieved her drink, swallowing its remaining contents before sitting down at the vanity. The liquor burned warmly, pleasantly in her belly. She smoothed her tiny mini skirt over the soft white flesh of her full, naked thighs, her mind still partially taken up with the teenaged memories Shelly had revived. She heard the front door close behind the girl and an uncontrollable sensation of private carnality rippled through her.
God, she remembered, hadn't she herself, been the greatest tomboy of though ... avoiding the frills and prissy company of girl-friends for a rousing good baseball or football game with the guys ? How old had she been then? ... thirteen ... fourteen? Yes, and so ignorantly innocent ... that was how it all began ... the constant bodily contact ... the grabbing, rolling and tossing ... boy-hands clutching at her budding young breasts, her swelling buttocks ... until that day ... ! How many had their been? Five ... yes, five, if she remembered right ... all of them suddenly opening their flies and unleashing their hardened young penises!
At first, they'd held her, one on each leg and arm while the fifth climbed up over her face and forced the spongy, blood-filled head of his thick hardness between her teenaged lips, demanding that she lick it and suck it! And she had ... too helplessly frightened to refuse as he sawed its long, pulsing rigidity in and out of her mouth. And then, suddenly, as the fear had begun to be replaced by an unheralded sensation of strange excitement in her belly and between her legs at what they were doing to her, his youthful cock had begun to jerk and spit! Wildly, hot issues of thick liquid squirted from it, filling her mouth until she was forced to swallow, the horrifying -thought that he was peeing right down her throat nearly driving her frantic!
She had tried to fight him that first time, insanely writhing and squirming beneath all of diem, but it had been useless. They had easily held her, their youthful lust bonding them as each one took his turn, climbing up over her face to thrust his hardened teenaged cock between her sperm-coated lips and emptying their hot, cum-filled young balls one after the other into her flooded mouth and belly!
That had been the first time and she'd been too ashamed to tell her religiously steeped parents, or confide her terrible secret to anyone. Instead, she had lived with it, incessantly experiencing the lewd ordeal in both her dreams and waking hours, vividly tasting the sweet, male piquancy of their young semen again and again, until unbelievably, the nauseating abasement she had felt soon passed. She found that the same strange excitement she'd briefly enjoyed while they were making her suck them, returned to saturate her belly and loins each time she remembered, and that she grew wet between her legs from the moisture hotly seeping from between her young, tingling pussy-lips. It was then she had teamed that a massaging finger against the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris not only multiplied the sensual tension a thousand-fold in her churning belly and tight young cunt, but also when the building pressure became almost unbearable, it suddenly exploded in an ecstatic shower of blissful pleasure, bringing a heavenly, soothing release to wash exhaustedly through her.
Of course, it had happened again ... over and over, because she had gone back to eagerly make it happen. And from the second time to the too numerous occasions thereafter, they never again had to hold her. To suck the delicious hot cum from their virile, teenaged balls became an almost insatiable obsession with her, and sometimes they would finger her pussy for her while she nursed their hardened young cocks in turn; yet never once did any of them try to fuck her.
That in itself seemed amazing to her now as she thought back on it, but it was true. They had respected her one wish, perhaps fearing right along with her the danger of her getting pregnant, and she had loved them all the more for it. Not until Ken had she known the piercing sensation of having a mature penis thrust into the hot, wet channel between her legs! She had given her virginity to him and he'd taken it without pain, the filling presence of his long, thick hardness in her tightly seething vagina a frightening, if, pleasure-bringing new experience to her. Yes, he'd been a good lover ... had always brought her to orgasm, but just the thought of sucking his huge, thick cock, even had he begged her to, revolted her. But he hadn't; sex was a singular, straight forward method of intercourse with him, which had made it all the more tolerable for her. The ridged, heavy-veined enormity of his penis had been designed for one place and purpose ... procreation.
Even so, she had wanted to love him ... had tried ... and perhaps she did in her own way ... but had he made even the slightest effort to understand her unrestrainable passion for his younger brother? God, did any man ever comprehend anything other than his own lustful desires? Regardless of their warped male-nature, the woman was almost duty bound to forgive them ... the glorious double standard once again!
Damn them! Damn them all with their his and her unwritten set of by-laws! She wasn't going to think any more about it ... wasn't going to work herself into a rage and spoil her carefully laid plans!
She went to the small cabinet where she kept her private liquor supply and made herself another vodka-tonic. She sipped at it and paraded back and forth several times before the mirror admiring the unhampered contours of her lush body which the black jersey pull-over and tiny mini skirt provocatively enhanced. She thought of the effect her appearance should have on Dickie Edwards once he realized that she was not wearing a bra ... and later when he would see that she had no panties on. She smiled to herself and her eyes bore their excited glitter once more as the sensual stirrings began to revive in her belly.
God, denial, like the drug addict's torment, was an agony she couldn't cope with too long, and it had been almost three months ... actually since Russ! She had never gone this long in the last dozen years ... !
The door-bell gave her a start! She glanced at her watch! Yes, he was punctual to the minute, a requisite of his hypocritical mother! The bitch ... what would she think if she knew the manner of lesson his piano teacher had in store for Mm ... ?
"Hello, Dickie. Come right in ... I've been waiting for you," she warmly greeted, stepping one side to let the handsome young teenager enter.
"H-Hi, Miss Arlen," he finally managed, staring at her, his pale blue-eyes widening in silent appreciation as they quickly brushed over her. Jan sensed their youthful caress lingering on the revealed, lightly tanned skin of her thighs below her tiny skirt, and again on her full, pointed breasts where their hardened little nipples stood out in bold relief beneath the thin, knitted material.
"Go right in to the studio, dear, and set yourself up," she said, employing her moist winsome smile. "I'll be right with you ... "
Dickie followed her instructions, but did so in an awed state of confusion. Crap, in the three months he'd been taking lessons from her, he'd never seen her dressed like that! Wow! That skirt, it was shorter than some of the chicks wore at school ... and ... and man, she just didn't have any bra on at all! He'd actually seen the nipples of her tits poking that sweater-thing right out!
He sat down on the piano bench and found his music book in the case he hated to carry because the guys always teased him about It, Crap, if he'd had his way he'd never been taking piano lessons in the first place. At least, that's the way he'd felt in the beginning, but his mom had insisted, and there was no use trying to go against her wishes. Then, he'd seen Miss Arlen. Man, he'd even have taken up dancing if she was the teacher.
She was really the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life, Dickie thought as he opened to his lesson, placed the book on the music-rack and stiffly began to fumble with the keys. She always looked sexy no matter what she wore, but he'd never seen her dressed so terrific as she was today! Imagine, no bra on at all, and ... and her tits punching that sweater-thing right out at him! Crap, he knew he was going to do lousy on his lesson. He wouldn't be able to keep his mind on it with her sitting beside him and not realizing she was brushing them right against him the way she always did! Shit, his pecker was getting stiff just thinking about it ... along with her cool legs and the swelling roundness of her ass ... Oh man, he shouldn't be thinking of such things at all! He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the last year or so his mind seemed to fill up with all kinds of dirty ideas. He just couldn't keep them out, no matter how hard he tried!
He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if his mom hadn't found the handkerchief he'd been using for months to squirt. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if his morn hadn't found the handkerchief he'd been using for months to squirt his stuff into. He'd been certain that behind the mirror of his bureau was a safe place, too, and it would have been if she hadn't decided to rearrange his room. God, it'd been awful the way she'd carried on, holding the yellow-stained, stiffened thing right up in front of his face and screaming that he was going to go crazy if he didn't stop. Of course, from sex-ed at school, he knew that wasn't so, but he guessed there were certain religious views against it, and his mom was all gone on church stuff. His dad wasn't so bad. At least, he drank liquor and played poker, things like that, but on Sundays he always made it to Mass, looking and sounding pious as hell when he talked to Father Reed. Sometimes, he couldn't understand the way either one of them acted, say nothing about his own self ...
"Well, darling, are you ready?" Jan's entry into the study interrupted his thoughts. "Have you practiced well for me this week?"
"I—I tried, Miss Arlen, but I have trouble with the right pedal," the teenager said. "When I have to use it I get all mixed up in my time."
Jan laughed in a soft, understanding manner, the gesture meant to set him at ease, while simultaneously the sensuous excitement within her tingling belly and loins increased at his admission. Everything was going just perfectly, she thought, even to the added fortification of the warming vodka-tonic she had just finished in the bedroom. Actually, she had nothing but a base plan ... no set formula that was foolproof. They were all so different in response. To play it by ear had been her secret of success, and this sweet young darling should offer no particular problems. Yet, there was always that horrifying possibility that they would run in terror to their parents, or worse, to the police ... !
"Look beneath the piano," she said, conscious of his youthful, pale blue-eyes sweeping admiringly up her tauntingly dressed curves as she stood beside where he sat on the bench. "See the mirrors?"
"Yes ... what are they for?"
"So you can watch your feet without moving your head ... just your eyes," Jan replied, having really used the method for its effectiveness before in overcoming his problem. "Just rest your foot against the sustaining pedal and read the music, Darling. If you feel that you must look, simply glance down with your eyes, not your head. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes ... I think so."
"Fine. Then, let's begin," Jan said, slowly moving down onto the bench beside him, pressing her entire warmth of hip and thigh against his firm young lower body.
Dickie swallowed twice at the hot contact, trying desperately to concentrate on the white page and its lines and bars of music before him. She leaned forward onto the upper shelf of the piano with one elbow, her other white, slender hand holding a pencil that was pointing to the notes and meant for him to follow. He tried to focus his eyes and complete attention on what he knew was expected of him, but on the very first chord he blew it.
"No, Darling," she softly reprimanded, covering his left hand with hers and properly replacing his fingers. "There ... now you have only to move your third finger to '£' on the second bar. Remember to count and keep time ... That's ... it ... one ... two ... three ... "
Crap, he hardly knew how he was doing it! Her right tit was practically laying over his left arm! His crazy pecker was as hard as a rock inside his shorts! And ... and there came the pedal thing ... He glanced down, not moving his head as she had instructed, just his eyes, and he never saw his feet!
Crap all mighty! He was looking right up her skirt between her legs! And ... and ... she didn't have any panties on! Oh ... oh man! He could see the soft blonde-hair on her pussy! He could! He could see every bit of her secret place between her full white thighs that were spread almost wide open to him! Man, oh man! He could even see the pink separation of her cunt ... !
"What's wrong, Dickie? You're not reading the music right at all. Are you sure you practiced this lesson?" Jan asked, straightening upright and facing him directly, intensive fermentations churning inside her at the realization of his problem. It was working ... all too perfectly!
"Y—Yes ... honest, I did, Miss Arlen ... honest! I—I don't know what the matter is. I just can't seem to find keys ... " he stammered, his young hands beginning to tremble and his fair complected cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson. "Why, darling ... don't you feel well?" Jan questioned with concern. "You look as if you might be running a temperature ... and your hands are trembling ... Maybe, you shouldn't bother with a lesson today ..."
"No, no, I—I'm fine, Miss Arlen ... really I am!" he protested, unable to keep his eyes from glancing down at the mirror again. And man, there it was . ! Her pussy ... with its soft, golden hair curled all around it ... and her smooth, milky-white thighs spread wide open because of the way she was sitting on the edge of the bench! Crap, he could even see the rounded firm cheeks of her ass ... and ... and maybe that little pink spot washer ... her asshole ...
Jan could hardly control the lecherous passion racing through her. It was time ... time to make the critical move! The front of his jeans were swollen with the rigidity of his teen aged hardness! Her tiny pink tongue darted out to moisten her lush lip-line.
"A—Are you sure you're all right, dear?" she huskily questioned, slipping an arm around his young broadening shoulders and slowly drawing him against her. She let her hand go to his brow as if to feel for temperature, the movement pressing his flushed cheek against the soft resilience of her full, warm breast. "Maybe you should lie down for a little while. You may have gotten too much sun. Would you like to go into my bedroom ... or would you rather go home ... ?"
Dickie couldn't speak. His voice had dried up to a choking knot in his young throat. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he didn't want it to stop! Man, she was holding him with her arm right around him, pressing his face against the fleshy, braless mound of her tit, until he could actually feel its tiny hardened nipple burrowing into his cheek! Crap, what could he say? His cock was as stiff as a ball-bat! He didn't want to go home ... he wanted to stay right here and look at her pussy again ... !
"Come along, dear," Jan tenderly insisted, rising from the bench and drawing him up with her. "Maybe after you lie down for a few moments you'll feel better," she went on, leading him unresistingly toward her bedroom, her hungry green-eyes glancing eagerly down at the sizeable protrusion his hardened young cock was causing at the front of the tight jeans. God ... . what a delicious seduction he was going to make ...