Chapter 2
Once in the house, she hurriedly washed herself and made dinner for Jim. All this was done in a semi-daze. Despite her shock and revulsion at what she had done, she felt a certain languor-a certain physical well-being. Half images of naked bodies, dripping semen, young faces contorted with lust hung over her.
Jim came home, washed and ate. He made some short conversation but she could hardly respond, her mind was in a whirl. The evening wore on and later he made a half-hearted pass at her. She shrugged his advances off and he knew better than to press the matter any further. At last it was time to go to bed.
She slept deeply that night and awoke feeling gay and excited. Jim ate his usual breakfast and left. When she was alone she showered and douched twice, but she refused to think about the hill and she refused to let herself go out of the house.
No! she told herself harshly, no I won't go up there. What has happened, happened, but it was evil and wrong and I won't let it happen again! No matter what they do to me! She told herself all this, but deep inside she had a sick feeling, thinking of how her husband, her friends, the neighbors here on Walnut Street would act, what they would say if they ever saw that filthy picture!
About four in the afternoon there was a knock at the back door. She hurried to the door, but there was no one there, just a small package. She took it into the kitchen and opened it. Her knees went weak and she almost fell before she could sit. On top was another picture! Not the one of her with Teresa, but one of her naked, sprawling on the dirty bunk, her legs crossed over Teddy's back, her fingers digging deep in the boy's skin. Her face in the photo was frozen in a grimace of ecstasy. She knew Jack had taken more pictures! She didn't know how many more. The thought that there were more of these awful pictures sickened her! In a nervous frenzy she opened the other part of the package. It was a thin book. There were a few pages of print and then a color shot of a blonde young woman, nude, kneeling in front of a young man, his hard penis buried in her mouth! Alice almost gagged. Quickly she turned the pages. There were pictures of every type of copulation known. Several were of Lesbian love and as she lingered over those, her mind pictured the plump, hairless sex of Teresa. Then there were two shots of a woman on her hands and knees. Puzzled, Alice looked at them closer until she realized that a man's organ was buried in the woman's anus!! She threw the book down and then she saw the note. It was from Jack.
"Mrs. Murray, the book is my dad's so don't throw it away. Bring it to the shack tomorrow morning at ten. Be there or you know what ... P.S. Take a good look at page thirteen." Fumbling with the book she found the page and saw another shot of a woman sucking a man. She felt a strange tingle as she stared at it.
"How filthy! How degrading!" she thought to herself. She tried to think of a way out of this mess, hoping that she would find an answer that she had missed yesterday. There was no answer! She felt like a criminal, like a beast. But no matter what track her mind took it always led back to that shack and "ten tomorrow morning."
She went thru the day slowly, trying to lose herself in meaningless household tasks but it didn't work. Her mind continued to think!
That night, after supper and TV, Jim was more forceful and once in bed she gave in and had sex with him. As he humped and plunged in her, she couldn't help compare him with Jack. She was ashamed of herself but she had to admit that he didn't compare well against the boy, not well at all. Long after he was finished and had rolled over and gone to sleep, she lay awake and her mind was a jumble of "dirty" thoughts. The images of naked boys and girls ran through her mind, making her sleep, when it came, a long erotic wetness.
The next morning she tried to clean house. She was determined to stay home, to ignore Jack's threat. She knew he wouldn't send the pictures to Jim, but at nine forty-five she was climbing the little hill!
I'll demand the pictures and if he gives me any trouble I'll slap the little beast into the ground! Her mind promised all this but when she came to the shack she was excited and more than a little afraid. As she came to the door it opened and the boy stood there. Slowly she entered and was surprised to see that they were alone. He led her to the bunk and she sat down.
"I'm glad you came," he said hesitantly. She didn't answer, but just looked at him. He was nervous and tried his tough guy act. "It's damn good that you came or your old man would get some hot shots in his office mail tomorrow!"
That made her angry. She started to call him names, "little boy creep...." and he got mad, pushed her down on the bunk again and punched her in the breast. The pain was terrible-he wasn't nervous now!
"Don't you ever call me names again, girl sucker! You do as I say or else! You understand me?" Sobbing with the pain, Alice nodded her head in submission. "Okay ... now strip! I said strip, Mrs. Murray, or I'll do it for you and your clothes won't be worth wearing home!" Quickly she did as she was told and soon she was naked again. Despite their previous meeting in the shack she felt shy with him, defenseless. He stripped at the same time and sat down beside her.
"Did you read the book I left for you?"
She could only nod and reaching down to her bag, handed the book to him. He opened it to page thirteen and stared at the picture. His young organ grew. It swelled until it's very size awed Alice. She was ashamed of herself, sitting naked on a bed with a boy. Ashamed of the tingles that were spreading thru her body as she stared at his up-thrust flesh!
"I think we will try this today," he said, calmly glancing at her.
Without looking, she knew he was still looking at the picture of the woman sucking the man. She had known all along that he would want that. She had known it the instant she had seen the picture. She had known that it would come to this moment but she had refused to let her mind picture it. Now she stared at the boy and his naked throbbing organ and tried to imagine it in her mouth! She had always refused to touch her husband with her mouth, even to kiss his organ. She had never considered allowing a penis to enter her mouth and now she was faced with it. Her eyes were locked on the red tip-it was so big, so swollen and almost purple in color. She felt herself tremble and she refused to think about it any further.
"Please ... Please Jack, don't make me do that. Just the thought of it makes me sick. I've never done that before and I think it's nasty and awful!" The boy just grinned at her.
"Oh, sucking a cock is nasty-but sucking a cunt is okay, eh? Come off of it, Mrs. Murray.
Teresa told me you worked her over good yesterday, so you can do the same for me today."
Alice was shocked. Doing what he wanted and what she had done with Teresa had never seemed to be the same, but now...
"Wake up, Mrs. Murray," he teased in a loud voice as he stood by the bunk. "Here, sit up." He helped her to a sitting position and moved closer until he stood between her knees. He held his swollen penis by the base and rubbed it across her closed lips. Her heart pounded. She was excited and repelled at the same time!
"God, it's a bad dream," she thought to herself, but the pressure of his flesh against her mouth was real!
"Open up, Mrs. Murray. Open up and get your lunch," he teased again. She clamped her lips even tighter, refusing to be used like this. His free hand caught her jaw and his thumb pressed against the muscle at the hinge. Her mouth popped open and before she could protest his hard shaft slipped into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue! The feel of his hot flesh in her wet mouth shook Alice. She felt the urge to be sick. She wanted to scream, to run away and hide, but in spite of all this, she felt a tingle of pleasure run down her curved back. There was a small seed of real pleasure along with the disgust she wanted to feel. The pleasure frightened her more than all the other feelings. Jerking her head back she tried to reason with him. "Please Jack, don't force me to do this. I don't want it. . . Umphhhh Ulpppp lllllllup!"
He hadn't waited for her arguments. Clasping his hands behind her head he pulled her face back to his dripping penis and forced it deep into her mouth. He began to pump it in and out. She felt the hard butt of his head against the back of her mouth and tasted the salty tang of his flesh.
"Don't play games, Mrs. Murray," he panted. "Do it right! Suck! Suck it hard and run your tongue around the head ... Do it or I'll jam it down your throat!"
She felt his muscles tense and knew he would do what he said and she hurriedly began to suck and lick at his rod of flesh. He was panting and sighing and she knew he was loving every second of her servicing him. Her mouth was full of collected saliva mixed with his sticky lubrication. She didn't want to swallow, but was afraid she would choke if she didn't. Her throat worked and she swallowed the mixture. She was surprised that she didn't mind the taste and the feel of it. She felt moisture running down the corner of her mouth and over her cheek as she continued to suck. It felt so strange, his hand on the back of her head, holding her prisoner as his flesh invaded her mouth. A fantasy of being a captive woman taken, by some wild invader crossed her mind as she felt her own lubricating moisture seeping out of her own sex. She pressed her thighs together to try to stop the flow. He rolled her head in his hand, watching her tightly pursed lips as they clung to him. The thrill of seeing the full grown woman below him-her naked breasts swinging back and forth as she sucked him nearly made Jack erupt but he gritted his teeth and held off. He wanted to prolong this moment!
He slid one hand from the back of her head and reaching down, caught a breast and toyed with her nipple as her head bobbed over his penis. Alice shuddered and groaned as the feel of his hand on her breast registered in her swirling brain. The touch was pure pleasure and she wanted to tell him so, but the flesh in her mouth kept her from speaking.
In a gentle rhythm he pulled and stretched the nipple and her enjoyment mounted. He no longer had to hold her head to his belly. She sucked the rod as if it were candy. Her lips were wet and slippery and, as she pulled back, strings of moisture clung to the flesh.
He had an idea and, moving closer, he said, "Open your legs. Open up, Mrs. Murray!" Without thinking, she did and was rewarded when he forced his bony knee up against her wet, hairy mound. The jolt of pleasure from the contact shook Alice and in seconds she felt her pelvis grind up against his knee. It ground and rotated as if it were detached from the rest of her. It sent waves of pleasure up her spine. She sat on the edge of the bed, his leg pressed between her thighs, her back curved as her head bent to take his swollen flesh deep in her watering mouth. The shack was quiet. The silence broken by slobbering, wet sucking sounds as she mouthed, nibbled, licked and soothed his rampant prod. Her pelvis jerked and pressed against his knee and she felt the climax rising. Suddenly it came! Her mind swirled and bucked. The pleasure was so intense it was almost pain!!
"Ohhhhh Umppppp Ghnnnnn!! ! ! ", she groaned as her joy flooded through her body, plucking at her nervous system like a harp. Watching her writhe in her climax was more than Jack could stand and as she relaxed, his climax began!
The first flood of hot cum that hit the back of her throat shocked Alice. She had almost forgotten what she was doing and what the outcome would be. The idea that he was coming in her mouth made her want to cry in outrage, but she swallowed and licked and sucked instead. She was forced to continue sucking and swallowing because he spurted jolt after jolt of hot sticky fluid down into her slobbering mouth and she had to swallow or drown. When the spurts stopped coming he left it in her mouth, urging her to milk and suck him till he began to soften. He felt his penis wilting and pulled it out without warning. It made a dull popping sound as the head pulled free of her pursed lips. Moisture ran out of the corner of her mouth. Strings of semen clung to her glistening lips and swung back and forth as her head moved. At first she didn't say a word, or even move. She felt good-degraded, humiliated and used-but still GOOD! What she had just done reached some hidden person in her and that person loved what she had just done for the boy. Then, as she bent forward a drop of semen fell from her lips and lit on her bare thigh. She stared at the pearl of white fluid and the actual meaning of what she had done came home to her. Silent tears welled up in her eyes and she wanted to die S
There was a grating sound at the door! Panic rose in her heart as she looked, expecting to see an outraged parent. A vast sense of relief rose in her-it was only Jerry and Teddy. The boys stood at the door, their eyes gleamed in the semi gloom of the shack. She knew that they were remembering the last meeting here. The moment stood still. She could tell they were lusting after her naked woman's body. She remembered that she had had intercourse with these boys-that they had been on her body-their young hard shafts had plunged into her own straining body.
She was confused. She was terribly ashamed. The whole situation was a mockery of all her ideals, yet she was aroused at seeing them. She knew now that they had watched her sucking Jack. She could see the swelling in their trousers. She also knew that they could see the other boy's semen drying on her lips. Jerry was the youngest ... but the boldest. He walked over to her. Bold or not, he was no animal. Seeing her stunned, dazed look, he tried to be nice. Picking up an old towel, he gently wiped her lips and the smeared thigh.
"Uh ... do you feel okay, Mrs. Murray?" She could only nod. He hesitated and then, "Well, ... I mean, you want to go home or...." She knew what he meant! She tortured herself with images of the picture that Jack had of her. She tried to convince herself that it was the threat of exposure that was forcing her to do this, but a warm sensuality came over her. Her hand reached out and her ringers traced the outline of his young organ and she felt the excitement rising again.
"I feel fine, Jerry. Do you want this?" As she spoke, her fingers found the zipper tab at his crotch and slowly pulled it down. Her fingers fumbled and found the opening in his shorts and closed around his hardness. Her hand shook as she pulled it free. Bending slightly, she let the head slip between her lips for a moment and gently sucked it. Then she looked up at him. "Is this what you wanted. Is this it Jerry?" She slowly licked the head of his penis. He groaned and she felt his legs tremble. Pulling her head back for a moment, she undid his belt and slid his clothing to his knees. Then, pulling him closer to her, she sucked his penis back into her mouth and began to slowly bob up and down on it. Her tongue wrapped itself around the slim shaft while she wound her arms around his legs and hugged him close as she fellated him. The flesh part of her was warm and happy and she refused to allow her moral thoughts into her mind. The slick, wet feel of his hard cock in her mouth gave her a strange thrill. She found that if she rubbed her thighs together they massaged her clitoris!
Alice had masturbated a few times in her lifeshe had always felt ashamed before. Now it was glorious and wonderful! She felt full, warm and close. It pleased her.
Jerry started to shake and she knew he was about to come. For a moment she wanted to pull away. The thought of sucking his emission into her mouth and down her throat frightened her. The last time she had had no warning-now she knew what was coming. Her strict moral ideas fought to the surface but the feel of his slick hairless flesh against her tongue put the morality away tor good.
As he began to quiver and press deeper into her mouth, she sucked as hard as she could, feeling the strain on her lips and jaws. Hugging his thighs up against her breasts, she allowed him to penetrate all the way to the back of her throat and let him come deep in her mouth. He grunted and moaned. She sucked the spray of cum, licking and rubbing the big vein at the bottom of his shaft. When he was done he almost fell when she released him. Her own state of excitement was high. She fell back on the bed and rolled her thighs over and over trying to bring herself to a climax. Her wet mouth was slack. Semen dribbled down her chin. Her slimy tongue lolled in her mouth. She felt a movement on the bed and opened her eyes to see Teddy beside her. He touched her pulsing mound.
Spreading her legs she grasped his hand and guided it where she needed it. She masturbated herself with the boy's hand. She lay there with her legs spread, jabbing the boy's fingers up into herself. The pleasure rose higher and higher and at last she had her orgasm. Jolt after jolt of agonizing pleasure rolled over her and when the climax had passed she lay for a long time, almost asleep. A half smile was on her face. The taste of the boy's sex flooded her mouth. Then she remembered Teddy and looked at him. "Are you sick or something, Mrs. Murray?" His face showed concern. She almost laughed.
"No, honey. I'm not sick. Do you want your turn now?" The boy suddenly seemed embarrassed.
"Oh ... well, I...." She reached down and touched between his legs. He was limp! Puzzled, she sat up and looked at him.
"What's the matter, Teddy?"
The boy only shrugged. Tenderly she unbuttoned his jeans and rolled them down, pulling his shorts with them. The boy was so excited that he trembled, but he had no erection! Gently she pulled the trousers from his feet and knelt beside the bed. "Now relax, Teddy. I'm sure you'll love it. . . the others did." Even as she spoke she couldn't understand herself. It was one thing to be forced into this mess, but she wasn't being forced now. She WANTED to suck this boy! She felt disappointed when he wasn't hard. She even felt challenged! Slowly she bent over his middle and with more instinct than skill she licked his limp little noodle. The organ gave a twitch and she felt a thrill of victory. With slow, even strokes she licked the full length and around his balls. Her tongue felt his sparse pubic hairs. As she bathed his penis with her tongue she could feel it swelling and knew she would have it up soon. His flat belly flexed and sucked in as she licked the tip. She decided that it was time to suck the head. Just as she started the now familiar bobbing motion, she felt someone behind her!
"You're doing better and better, Mrs. Murray. Practice, baby, practice, eh?" It was Jack. He reached around her and cupped her hanging breasts, pulling at the nipples. Alice shuddered and sucked harder. She felt his stiff penis brush against her buttocks and for a long moment, the image of the woman kneeling, just as she was, with that huge penis buried in her anus, flashed into her mind. Fright came over her and she almost bolted. Then she relaxed when she felt him slip down and rub between her hairy lips and enter them.
He began a slow pumping motion and Alice was in heaven! Again she had to compare him with her husband and again he won going away! As Jack pumped and pressed harder, Alice sucked harder. In a very short time Teddy stiffened. His legs shot out stiff and for the third time she felt his hot spray spurting into her waiting mouth.
When he was done, Teddy pulled free of her and got off the bed. She continued to kneel. Her upper torso lay across the bunk, her face ground into the dirty blanket. Jack worked like a madman. Alice climaxed easily and still he went on. She lay there being buffeted by his slamming flesh until he gave a coughing grunt and filled her aching flesh with his emission.
For a long time afterward she lay like that, still half across the bed. She heard Jerry and Teddy saying goodbye but couldn't answer. When she could finally sit up, Jack helped her dress and wipe up.
Without another word they left the shack and walked down the gully. They stopped on the hillside above the houses and he finally spoke to her.
"Can you meet me here tonight about nine? I'll have something wild to show you. Naw, it isn't more pictures, it's something else."
She thought for a moment. She should refuse, but she was just too tired to protest. "I don't know," she mumbled. "It'll be hard to get out alone."
She saw that determined look come over his face and added quickly. "But I'll try."
He smiled at her and she felt strangely pleased. Then she had an even stranger thought. "Jack, would you kiss me? I think I'd like that." He was surprised, but he tried. He came to her awkwardly-but the kiss was gentle and nice.
"Wow," he whispered. "That's great. Here, feel." He put her hand over his groin and she could feel it stirring and swelling again. As she felt it, she was amazed that he could get hard again so soon. She felt a sudden firm pressure on her shoulders and before she could think about it she was on her knees in the wild grass. She heard the rasp of his zipper. He fumbled with his shorts then she saw his semi-hard penis jut up in his hand as his other hand went to the back of her head. His hand pressed against her and she sucked. Her common sense was outraged, for out in the full view of anyone who chose to look up, she was performing an act of perversion on a minor! Still, she didn't want to pull away or protest. She just wanted to go on sucking until she felt that sweet seed spurt into her mouth again.
Seeing that she wasn't fighting, Jack relaxed and watched the woman mouth his organ. Just then they both heard a new voice on the hillside!
"Jacky, Jacky ... Lunch time, dear." It was his mother calling! The realization that they were in the open came to Alice again. She was letting him stroke in and out of her mouth in the open and his mother was coming!
"Okay, Mom, coming," he called and pulled free of her mouth. He jammed his hard shaft back into his pants. "Remember, nine o'clock. Here." Then he was running down the hill.
Putting her clothes in order, Alice stumbled down the hillside in a daze, the taste of the boy's organ lingering in her mouth.