Chapter 1
Alice Murray sat on the couch and thought about how it had begun. She had to. On her lap was the letter from Larry, her fourteen-year-old son, and she suddenly realized how it affected her. She closed her eyes and could see him in her imagination. He was tall for his age, pretty with big, brown eyes and shaggy long black hair and sweet, full lips. She thought about his lips and sighed. She was wet between her thighs and she knew she shouldn't be that way, but she couldn't help it. Ever since she'd started thinking about him coming home from that boarding school...
It wasn't right, she told herself, thinking about her son's hot flesh or how well developed he was between the legs...
She should have blushed at the thought. She told herself that. But then she thought about how the whole mess had started a week ago, in one unguarded minute, in just sixty seconds in which, she had let her strange, inner, twisted self ruin her. It had ruined her life, her ideal of herself until she was panting for her son to come home. For his body to come home to help feed the hunger she had developed. She recalled the start...
It was a bright sunny afternoon. She had felt restless and went for a walk on the hillside behind the house. The walk took her around the base and up the little canyon, the canyon where the neighborhood children had played since she could remember. It was a drowsy, dreamy afternoon and after a while, she stopped and sat in the shade of a tree. She hadn't been there more than a few seconds when she heard some whispering and giggling to her left. There was a small clump of willows that formed a little circle there. She started to get up and go away, not wishing to intrude in the children's games, when a girl's voice cried out.
"Stop it, Teddy. It's too big ... It hurts!! " Then the girl cried and Alice knew that she was in real pain.. Quickly she went to the opening in the willows and stopped dead. In the circle was a naked girl! She was laying on a ragged blanket and two older boys, about fourteen or fifteen, were kneeling by her. One, the biggest, was kneeling between the girl's legs and was trying to force his hard prick up into her hairless split. Alice almost fainted. Her breath stopped and she wanted to run, but she couldn't. She felt rooted where she was. The other boy glanced up and saw her. He jumped to his feet and yelled to the other boy.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" The boy between the child's legs looked up and, seeing Alice, pulled up his pants and they both broke out of the bushes on the other side, leaving the crying little girl laying on the blanket.
Alice rushed to her and knelt beside the child, helping her to sit up. She sat there for a few minutes, hugging the sobbing girl. Her arms held the naked body close and after her sobs died down, Alice wiped her tears with a hanky. The girl was so pretty!
"There, there, honey, it's all over now. What is your name dear?" The child sniffled and answered: "Teresa ... Teresa Jones. Oh please, Mrs. Murray, don't tell my mother!" Alice knew the girl now, the daughter of Mary Jones, down the hill. She held the child out at arm's length and stared at the tear-stained face, the heaving shoulders. The girl had just the smallest start of breasts and her round little belly and crotch had only a trace of fine down.
"How old are you Teresa?"
The girl cried some more and finally blurted out her answer, "I'm fourteen, Mrs. Murray ... almost."
Slowly Alice got the facts from the girl. She came up here two or three times a week with the boys. They had always played "doctor" or other games before. Today was the first real attempt at adult sex. Teresa admitted that she had agreed to try it, but that Teddy Marshall's penis was big and it had frightened her. She started to calm down and tried to get up, but she winced with pain and put her hand between her slender legs.
"Does it hurt dear?" Alice asked. The girl nodded. Alice was strangely agitated. She didn't know why she felt so excited.
"Here Teresa," she said quietly. "Lay back and I'll see if the boys hurt you."
The girl lay back and slowly spread her plump little thighs. Alice saw the little lips were red and sore looking. Teddy had been ramming his horn against her hard. Alice's hand shook as she reached out and then, almost against her will, she laid a soothing palm over the girl's little sex and gently rotated it. Alice was upset with herself, she had never had a homosexual or Lesbian thought in her life, but at that second her own crotch became alarmingly wet and hot!
She acted on instinct and one of her slim fingers slid between the little lips and began to rub gently. She did that four or five times and the girl sighed.
Blushing, Alice glanced up at her and said, "Does that feel better Teresa?"
The girl smiled innocently and whispered, "Yes, better, but it's still so sore Mrs. Murray."
Terrible nightmare images flooded Alice's mind. She tried to get up and walk away, but the awful hunger held her and she took her finger away and moved around the reclining girl until she too knelt between the plump little thighs.
"I can make it better, dear, so much better. But we have to keep it a secret. Will you tell anybody, even your mother, if I fix it?"
The child seemed to know that this was to be a deep secret and she whispered, "No, I'll never tell, Mrs. Murray. How are you going to fix it?"
She seemed so trusting and gentle. Alice trembled and didn't answer. Instead she spread the child's legs wider and bent forward. After moving back a few inches, she was able to place her mouth directly over the puffy mound of child flesh. Her slender fingers reached out and spread the little lips and the baby-pink flesh inside the fold was dry. Alice had seen pictures and read stories of Lesbians when she was a teenager, but she had thought the idea unnatural and obscene. Now the images pushed back into her mind and the idea was compelling! Her mouth opened and her suddenly eager tongue dipped between the folds and gently bathed the pink tissues with warm saliva. As her firm wet tongue laved the child, the girl sighed and twisted.
"Oh, Mrs. Murray. That's groovy! Uhhhhhh, OHHHHHHH! The girl's eager response spurred Alice on and she began to suck and nibble the tender flesh. Her tongue racing up and down the tiny slit. The girl's hips began to writhe and twist. Alice felt the small hands press hard on the back of her head, urging her on and she doubled her efforts. At last the child began to buck her little torso up and down, her fat little sex ground against Alice's open mouth and she came. "Aghh Umphhhhh Ohhhhhh Mrs. Murrayyyyy. Aieeee!" The girl's voice rang in her ears as she sucked and licked on.
After the child stopped bucking and twisting her body, Alice sat up and slowly wiped her wet face on her own hanky.
Teresa lay back eyeing her, a slack smile on her contented face. "Wow ... that was great, Mrs. Murray!" Alice stared at Teresa, stricken with the awful idea of what she had just done.
"No kidding, I mean it, Mrs. Murray. Nobody's ever been so nice to me. I liked it, really!"
Alice began to sob, burying her face in her hands, she crumpled over onto the blanket and almost shrieked her shame. Never, never in her life had she done anything like this. All her life she had felt that sex was nasty and even since she had married she had allowed sex only when there was no way out of it. Now she was a pervert who lusted after small children! Dimly she could hear Teresa talking to her, asking what was wrong. The girl touched her, her hand rested on her shoulder. While attempting to pull her arm, Teresa's hand brushed against her breast! The touch of the child's hand on her breast fanned the fire between Alice's thighs and it raged out of control!!
"Mrs. Murray? Don't cry, please. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise!"
Slowly Alice sat up and dried her eyes and tried to smile at the worried child. In laying down and then sitting up, her skirt had ridden up to the top of her thighs. The girl stared at her full woman's body. "Can I ask you something, Mrs. Murray, something personal?"
Alice shuddered and replied, "Y ... yes Teresa. What is it?"
The girl squirmed a little then blushed hotly. "Well ... I've always wondered what a full grown person looks like ... and all ... I mean ... down here." She shyly placed her little hand between her own legs.
Alice trembled and without knowing exactly what she was going to say, whispered back, "Do you want to see me there? Is that what you mean?"
The girl giggled. "Oh yes, may I?"
Without a word Alice lay back on the blanket. The child didn't move so she reached down and quickly pulled her dress up to the middle. She felt the filtered sunlight on the soft flesh of her thighs, there was a silence that drove Alice mad with suspense, then Teresa spoke again. "Well ... I can't really see anything, I mean with these on."
Alice felt a shy ripple of fingers across her thin panties. Almost crying, she lifted her hips and tugged at the panties.
Teresa came to life and helped peel them down to Alice's ankles. Alice kicked them free and, taking a deep breath, she slowly spread her thighs. She heard Teresa suck in her breath and she could almost feel the heat of her gaze as she studied her.
Alice peeped out at the girl from her almost closed eyes. The girl was gazing intently at the full grown sex of the woman. The bushy cunt hair partly concealed her opening and the child tried to see but couldn't. Her hand reached out, but stopped without touching. Alice was unable to stand the wait and, seizing the girl's hand, placed it on the wet, warm mound! Teresa's little fingers parted the hairs and touched the trembling flesh. Alice sighed and shuddered at the delicious feel of it.
Teresa looked up into her now open eyes and whispered, "Do you want me to do that for you? I mean what you did for me. Do you, Mrs. Murray?"
Once again Alice wanted to jump up and run, but instead she lay back down and spread the lips of her aching sex and arched her back, pushing the hairy mound up, as if it were begging.
At first, Teresa just rubbed and toyed with the wet folds of flesh. Alice caught the girl's hand and showed her the rhythm and soon the child was stroking her in a maddening rhythm. Alice was lost in a world of sensation. All reason, shame, moral sense had left her.
"Please, Teresa, please honey. Kiss it! Kiss it like I did for you ... Please honey, put your little tongue in deep!" She felt the child's warm breath on her pubic hairs, and then the hot little tongue slipped up against her clitoris and she almost screamed at the good feel of it. She was on the trembling verge of her climax when she heard a clicking sound and then someone spoke aloud.
"Wow! Look at that will you!"
Knocking the girl aside, Alice jumped to her feet and saw them. There was Teddy, the boy who had been with Teresa, and Jerry Arnold, a neighborhood boy about fourteen, and standing with his mouth open was Jack Thomas.
Jack was the oldest boy in the group. He had a camera in his hand and Alice knew from the look on his face that he had taken a picture! Her mouth opened and closed. She was crushed. She tried to talk to them twice, but no words would come out. Images of public shame and arrest, the total scandal of it flooded her and she almost fainted. Jack seemed to know what to do, he took charge of the moment.
"Teresa, you get dressed. You guys take her over to the club and wait. Now listen, you guys, and Teresa, you too; nobody says a word about this until I come, Okay?" The children nodded. Teresa scrambled into her clothes and, looking sadly at Alice, she trailed after the boys.
Jack stood there for a minute, looking at Alice. Then he spoke. "Sit down, Mrs. Murray."
Her legs felt like butter and she almost fell down on the blanket.
Jack pulled the. film from the camera and peeled back the paper, looked at it, then smiled. He held it up for her to see and even from a distance Alice saw the image of herself sprawling on the blanket, her legs spread. Teresa crouched down on her, the child's tongue buried in Alice's sex. Alice made a lunge for the shot, but Jack laughed and pulled it back. He was uneasy, unsure, but he knew that the picture was his ticket for something.
"Please give it to me," Alice begged the boy. "I don't have much money that I can give you, but please, I'll pay anything I have for that picture!"
Jack set the picture and the camera down and moved closer to her; an idea was forming and he wanted to think it over for a little.
Alice shrank back from him. Jack was only sixteen years old but he was well built, large for his age.
"Oh ... I don't want any money, Mrs. Murray, so don't worry. That's not it."
"W ... Well ... what do you want? Please Jack, don't tease me. I'm so very embarrassed. Please, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
She was sobbing and as she shifted on the blanket, her skirt had ridden up again. He could see the firm white globes of her naked buttocks and his penis jumped up.
"Mrs. Murray ... uh ... well you see it's like this. Teresa is the only girl around here and she's too chicken to do much ... and well you know...."
Alice was stunned. The boy wanted sex with her! What had she gotten into? Was she going to have to submit to this child? Her glance strayed to his belt and she saw a man-like swelling there and she knew that this was somewhat more than a child but ... still...
The boy stared at her and knew that she was confused and with some inner wisdom, said nothing. He just let her think it out. After a while Alice had to admit, even to herself that she saw no other answer. She spoke in a dull voice.
"What do you want me to do?"
Jack was uncertain. He had won so easily, now he thought for a few seconds, then he decided.
"Well, let's go over to the club first." Alice looked at him, her eyes growing wider with horror.
"You mean, where the other children are? Oh please, Jack, do I have to do that in front of the others?"
The boy smiled.
"Teresa won't be too surprised, do you think?" Alice blushed and wanted to cry as the boy continued. "Besides, Jerry and Teddy are in with us too, remember?"
Alice stood up and was ready to go. She hated herself but she could see no way out of this horrible mess.
Jack grinned and held up her panties. "You forgot something."
Alice snatched them from his hand but made no move to put them back on in front of him. Jack picked up the picture and the camera and led the way.
They walked further back into the canyon until they rounded a bend near the top and Alice saw an old shack. Jack put his finger to his lips and motioned her to come quietly. They tiptoed up to the window and looked in. Alice sucked in her breath. There was a bed in the shack and Teresa lay on it, naked again. Jerry lay beside her, his pants were open and the girl was holding his rigid organ and laughing. Jack and Alice watched as the girl toyed and teased the boy's shaft, then Jerry pushed open the door and he and Alice went into the room. Jerry jumped up, red in the face. He stole a glance at Alice.
"All you guys wait outside until I call you," he ordered. The two boys went out. Teresa stayed. She was uncertain.
"Jack, can I stay?"
Jack looked at her for a moment then nodded and. spoke. "All right, you stay. You can help Mrs. Murray take her stuff off." Alice knew it was coming but she almost cried when she heard it. It seemed so final, like a death sentence!
"Wow ... Really?" Teresa said.
Alice sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She made no move to remove her clothes.
"Go on Teresa. Help her get started." The girl needed no other command. Quickly she unbuttoned Alice's blouse. She was still curious to see Mrs. Murray nude. She had tried to see her own mother naked, but the woman was very modest and had always frustrated the girl.
Alice felt the blouse being slid down her arms and then the clasp of her bra was undone and she felt the bra being drawn down to har elbows. She looked up and saw Jack staring at her naked breasts with wide open awe. She glanced to her side and saw Teresa looking intently at them also. She almost smiled. She wasn't that well-endowed, but it was more than they had ever seen, apparently.
Teresa undid the hooks on her skirt and Alice stood up obediently and the child pulled the clothes to the floor. She kicked off her own shoes and sat back on the rough bunk. She wanted to cover herself with her hands but it was no use. She was naked!!
She sensed a shadow and looking up saw the other two boys staring through the dirty window at her. Jack walked over beside her and quickly pulled his clothing off. She stared at his aroused penis. It was almost as if she had never seen one before. It was big-bigger than her husband's. She saw a drop of lubrication glistening on the tip.
Jack jerked his head and Teresa got up off the bunk and watched. He sat beside her but didn't touch her. She felt his tension. His body trembled, but still he didn't try to touch her.
He doesn't know how to go about it, she thought to herself. At first she was hopeful that he would lose his nerve and let her go, but he spoke to Teresa.
"Teresa, come here. You do her again ... you know, what you were doing when we came up." Teresa moved towards Alice and he spoke again. "Lay down, Mrs. Murray."
Almost as if she were dreaming, she lay back on the blanket. Teresa blushed a little and, glancing shyly at Alice, got up on the bunk and bent over her middle. In seconds Alice felt again the wet, hot, little tongue gliding over her tender flesh. At first she tried to ignore the child, but soon she felt the warmth spread across her belly. Against her will, she started to respond! She felt the touch of Jack's nervous hands on her bared breasts and the tingle grew greater. She sighed and trembled as the little girl began to nibble her clitoris harder.
She shut her eyes tightly. In the very back of her mind a voice was trying to tell her to resist, but the electric shocks of pleasure overrode the voice and stilled it Jack took one of her hands and closed the fingers over his ridged stalk. The warm flesh seemed to burn her palm and for the first time in her life she felt the urge to have a male enter her-to penetrate her as deeply as he could go!
He seemed to know that she was ready. He gently pushed Teresa away and slid between Alice's already spread thighs. His body spread them even wider, leaving her stretched and helpless beneath him. He tried to enter her but missed on the first two attempts. Terribly aroused, Alice shuddered each time the blunt cockhead banged against her aroused flesh. She couldn't wait. Reaching down she found his penis and guided it to her open fold.
With one hard shove Jack was in her to the hilt. Alice almost cried out because it felt so good and she drew her thighs wider and up, to get him deeper in her. She was going mad with the slick, sensuous feeling of his meat deep in her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other two boys. They were in the shack now, watching closely. She knew that they could see Jack's prick buried in her, her legs flopping up and down as the older boy pistoned in and out of her shaking body. She knew that they could see, but she didn't care.
"Let them watch," she muttered to herself and ground her pelvis up against the boy's hard rod. With each stroke she felt her climax rising, coming nearer and nearer. She had been frustrated earlier when they had interrupted Teresa licking her pussy and now her body, was demanding release. As she was nearly there, Jack began to sob and jerk faster.
"No, no! Not yet, Jack! Please wait for me!" She cried out to him, but then she felt his hot seed spurting up into her, the warm jet wetting her, making her feel slick and oiled. The disappointment was intense as she felt him grow soft and pull away from her.
Before she could say a word, she felt Jack roll off and then felt new thighs between hers. Shocked, she looked up and saw it was Jerry! As she was about to order him off and tell them she was no cheap whore, no gang-bang girl, she felt his young shaft butt against her wet opening and then slide up into her. She opened her mouth to protest, but only sighed. With a half sigh, half groan, she relaxed and wrapped her arms around the boy. Hugging him deeper inside of her and moments later the sweet rise struck her and gasping and sighing she felt the long-delayed, hard-won climax wash over her. It left her gasping.
Jerry continued his plunging, hurried attack on her and she felt his slender organ ram and probe in her body, sending down showers of sensation. Jerry was excited and she felt him stiffen and then heard his sobbing breath as he, too, shot his warm sperm up into her.
In a half daze she watched him crawl off and saw Teddy standing beside the bed, his own stalk standing hard. The bed shifted and she was aware that he was on her and reacted as the boy's penis speared her and those rocking and jabbing motions began again.
It seemed like hours. One boy off and another on. Climax and pain taunted her-exhausted her flesh. She was aware of her own grunting, sighing pleasures-aware of her own thighs clasped over one back after another. Her head swirled and turned and she slipped into a haze, a dark blood-red haze.
When her senses settled, she opened her eyes. She saw the dirty unfinished ceiling slowly spin to a stop. She lay there streaming semen from between her legs. Jerry, the youngest boy, and Teddy were laying at the end of the bed, their reddened young pricks laying wilted on their thighs. Jack lay beside her, propped up on his elbow. As she came to, she realized she was holding and pulling at his semi-ridged penis. He whispered to her, "It's no good, Mrs. Murray. It's been three times now and I don't think it'll get hard again." Slowly the orgiastic haze fell away and she realized the vile way that she had behaved.
She jerked her hand away and sat up. The tears welled up and she sat sobbing. That upset the boys and they knew that the party was over. Talking in whispers they quickly got dressed and went out the door, leaving her with Teresa.
The girl dressed and went to a large can and dipped her hanky in the water. She helped Alice wash up and then dress. Dazed, Alice looked at her watch. All this had taken only an hour and a half!
Teresa led the way down the hill and they stopped just above the row of houses. "Mrs. Murray ... are you mad at me?"
Alice looked at Teresa quickly.
"Well ... you got involved in this cause of me and I don't want you to think I'm the cause of ... well you know ... Jack's picture of us...." Alice smiled sadly and touched the girl.
"Teresa, believe me, it was all my own doing. Now you run on home and please remember, this is our secret." The child glanced as Alice stood looking after her. Her mind was at war with her body. Her mind screamed that she was a total whore. She wanted to kill herself or run off the hill and away-far away from all this. But her body wouldn't move. For the first time in her life, she felt satisfied-as if she had just fed some deep hunger in herself.
Shaking herself mentally, she went down the hill and entered her house in the back.