Chapter 3
Once she was safely in her home, Alice sat at the kitchen table and tried to think. Alice couldn't understand her attitude. She had always dismissed the idea of an erotic sex act as a sign of insanity. She never thought that "normal" persons responded to that sort of thing. To her, the idea of putting a man's penis in her mouth-putting her mouth to the sexual organ of another woman-much less that of a child-was an insane idea. It was totally repellent to her moral and religious training. Not only had she done it but she had done it with children! She had even sought out the last two and she had to admit to herself that she hadn't put up much of a fight over the first.
She was afraid for herself, afraid for her sanity. As she bathed and cleansed herself, she resolved to fight this thing. She would refuse to see the children, to allow Jack or the others any further intimacy with her. If necessary, she would make her husband move on and remove herself from the entire town to escape this mess.
Her fervent decisions soothed her troubled mind a little. When she heard Jim in the driveway she was tempted to go to him and confess the entire story, but as he came through the door and she opened her mouth, she changed her mind and said nothing.
During dinner she kept her silence, answering his talk with as few words as she could manage. After dinner he told her he was going downtown to see "the boys" and go bowling. Alice hated bowling. Normally she would have fought the idea but her inner self insisted on letting him go without a word of protest. It was eight-thirty when he opened the garage and heard the car going down the street.
Inside the house she was in a turmoil. She wanted to stay where she was, to read a book, to watch TV, to sleep, anything. She knew that in a few minutes she would pick up her sweater and go up the hill to meet Jack. The idea of meeting the big boy in the dark excited her. Thoughts of his hard organ, images of semen spurting from it came to her. The unwanted excitement quickened her pulse. Once again the image of the woman with a penis in her anus haunted her. She felt repelled by the idea. It frightened her, but she felt drawn to the idea and despite her feelings she could see her own face on the kneeling woman. She could see herself submitting to a powerful, forceful Jack. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the vision, she hurried to the door. She picked up a sweater and started out, hesitated, walked to the hall cabinet and took out an old clean towel.
The towel in the shack was so filthy she might have caught something from it. Once she thought-that she was ashamed. Taking the towel was as if she was admitting that her purpose for going was to get more of that hard penis! Still she stuffed the towel in her purse and hurried up the hill and to the spot where she left Jack at noon. As she got there she saw a shadow and heard Jack call softly to her.
"Hey, you came. That's groovy. I do have something to show you. This goes on every Wednesday night. Walk quietly and don't say a word."
Puzzled, Alice followed him along the slope of the hill until they came to a fence. Just inside the fence there was a lighted window. Quietly they came to the window and Jack helped her to step up on the fence. She found that they could look into the room. It was a playroom and as she looked in the room it seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. During the walk in the dark she had become confused and had lost her bearings. Just then the door opened and in Sally Harris walked wearing only a dressing gown. Now she knew Alice had been to parties held in this room. Sally was a housewife down the street and a nice person, just a little on the quiet side. She was about thirty-five, thin and angular in build. Alice was puzzled as to why they were looking in here, but Jack motioned her to be quiet so she couldn't ask. Sally looked around the room, put a few things away then nodded to herself. Then she went to a small bar by the door and poured herself a stiff drink. Sipping the drink, she sat down on the sofa bed. Her robe fell open and Alice was surprised to see that she was naked underneath. Sally looked down at herself, pulled the belt free and let the robe fall open. She was thin, but Alice was surprised to see that she had well-endowed breasts. Sally ran her fingertips across the exposed nipples and smiled as they instantly swelled and grew into hard dark points. Alice was amazed and felt the slow rise of excitement spreading through her own body. Slowly Sally ran her free hand down her belly and to her crotch. She parted the hairs, running her forefinger between the lips. Alice could see Sally's belly jerk, knowing that the finger was tormenting the swollen clitoris. Alice felt her own clitoris twitch with enjoyment.
Suddenly Sally stopped and seemed to be listening to something. They heard footsteps in the driveway. Quickly, Sally sat up, tied her robe, and went to the door to open it. Two men came in. For a moment Alice was uncertain, then she knew who they were. They were partners in the auto repair shop at the end of the street. One was a large man, not fat, but bulky. He was about forty years old. The other man was younger and slim. Sally carefully locked the door and turned to the big man. Moving up to him, she stood on tip toes and kissed him. Alice could see their tongues meet and shivered. The slim one moved up to the couple. As Sally continued to kiss the larger man she reached out and patted the other's face then dropped her hand to his groin and cupped his bulge, feeling him through his trousers. Alice was shocked! Sally had always been such a mousy woman, so quiet and modest. That she would have two men so familiar with her amazed Alice. Alice tried to remember what Mr. Harris looked like. A vision of a stuffy, fifityish, balding man with glasses came to her. Then she remembered that he was going bowling with Jim! He was one of "the boys"!
Well, Alice thought, she's certainly solved the lonely bowling night problem!
The three people moved to the couch. As the big man sat down, the slim man stopped by the arm of the couch. Sally smiled at both of them, finished her drink, slipped the robe down her shoulders and let it drop. She stood naked in front of them. She smiled again and moved to the standing man. Quickly she pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. She moved closer and kissed him and pushed the clothing to his feet. She knelt and helped him pull the clothes off and put them on the chair. Still on her knees she turned again to the slim man.
They were in profile now. Alice couldn't tear her eyes from his semi-hard penis. It drooped down, almost touching Sally on the nose.
Sally looked up at the man and gave him a knowing smile, then slid her pink tongue out and bathed the head of his penis, leaving it glistening wet in the light. Alice caught her breath as his penis rose swiftly until it was full and hard, almost laying flat on his belly. Sally licked the shaft and nuzzled his testicles.
Alice was certain that she could see the other woman's tongue buried in his pubic hairs.
The big man laughed as he watched them, then quickly undressed himself. His organ was huge! Alice was awed at the length and width of the shaft. The head was a deep red in hue, almost purple. She had never seen such a large organ. It swung stiffly as he walked over to the couple and stood, by the slim man. Sally was still busy sucking and licking the other's testicles when the big man spoke.
"Sally, don't spend all your time on that toothpick when there's a roast waiting for you!" She giggled and scuttled over in front of the big man. She raised herself slightly and licked the head of his big rammer.
"Ahhhhhhhh, that's good honey," the big man sighed. "Now give my balls a bath. They have waited almost a week for that hot little tongue to visit them."
Alice was completely aroused now as she watched the woman suck and lick the big man and felt a real sense of envy! Alice still found it hard to match up the Sally Harris she knew with the one she was watching.
As she served the big man, Sally's hand held the slim, long penis of the other and slowly ran her hand up and down the shaft. Suddenly the big man pulled back from her mouth and sat on the sofa.
"Here now, Sally girl, stop the games! Climb up here and show old A! how much you missed him." As if she were waiting for the words as her cue Sally stood and straddled the seated man, her back to the window. Reaching down, she felt his massive penis and slowly sat down on it, driving it up into herself.
Alice quivered as she imagined that shaft forcing itself up into her own body and felt the urge to run in and join them! As Sally slowly raised and lowered herself on the massive rod, the younger man moved to her shoulder and reaching down caught a breast and pulled and toyed with the nipple. They were in a sort of profile now. Alice could see the large shaft buried to the hilt in Sally's lean groin. She saw the flesh roll and twist as the organ pushed up into the woman. Alice felt the desire to lift her dress and touch herself but was afraid that she would fall from the fence. Instead, she pressed herself against the fence harder and tried to ease the twitching fire against the rough boards. The young man moved closer and rubbed his long penis against Sally's face as she pumped up and down on the other man. After a few seconds of this she opened her mouth and allowed the organ to slip in. Alice's own mouth ovaled as she watched. She saw wetness on the shaft as it eased in and out of the woman's mouth. She saw a trickle of moisture running down Sally's cheek.
The big man shifted his position until he was laying on his back. Sally had to let the young man's organ slip out of her mouth in order to stay with him. He lay on his back, she crouched over him, raising and lowering her buttocks. She was loving it!
Alice could see the naked pleasure in her face. She felt an envy for the other's complete and open enjoyment of sex. She felt the wetness seeping through her panties and down the insides of her thighs. Then Sally spoke and what she said shocked Alice. It was almost as if she was in a living dream.
"Frank, your prick is still wet. Please put it in." The young man grinned at her.
"Put it where, Sal? Al seems to fill you up pretty good. I don't think there's any room in there for me." She only shook her head and panted.
"Oh God, Frank, don't play games. You know where!" The other man only shook his head.
"Nope, I don't know where, Sally honey. You'll have to tell me where you want it." Sally almost screamed in her frustration.
"Oh you bastard! ... Please. Oh all right! Shove it up my ass. Fuck my ass please Frank!"
Alice was staring so hard that her eyes were watering. She sucked in her breath as Frank got up behind Sally. Spreading her slender buttocks, he nudged up close. Sally's hips twitched and rolled as if she was trying to entice him to enter her. Suddenly, he gripped her hips and shoved up into her. Alice could almost feel the pressure of his penis as it jammed up into the woman's tender anus. She almost screamed with Sally as the pain of the sudden unnatural penetration threatened to split her. "AIIIIEEEE ... Frank, please go slow. Please, it's tearing me up ll!"
But Frank only grinned and began to saw away at her. Alice sensed that even if it was painful Sally didn't actually want him to stop. She sensed that it was sort of a game, a ritual. Instead of trying to get away from the double intrusion, Sally hunched over the big man and began to rotate her hips, helping both of their cocks to worm deeper inside her.
Alice was almost in a frenzy now. Whoever said that women don't get turned on by watching sex is a madman or a monk! she thought. She was hanging on to the fence, trying to press her inflamed groin against the wood, trying to gain some relief from the itching heat between her legs. She was aware that Jack was watching her out of the corner of his eye, but she didn't care if he did see her doing this! The boy slid down from the fence and moved to her. She was aware of his nearness, but continued to watch as the two men battered Sally into a whimpering mass of wet, quivering flesh. Sally stiffened her body and made groaning sounds and Alice knew she was climaxing. She could hear the wet sounds under the sighs and moans.
She felt hands on her own buttocks and then her skirt was being lifted from the rear. Jack slid a hand up against her sex from the rear and she spread her feet a little to allow him more room. His fingers toyed with the folds of her sex. She could feel his body heat through her thin, filmy panties. The touch was maddening. She wanted more but was afraid to say a word for fear that the people inside would hear her. Jack knew what she wanted and hooked his finger under the crotch band of her panties and began to finger her in earnest. Alice gave herself up to his wonderful finger and watched the three in the room. Sally was limp, her body jerking like a puppet as each man in turn pumped into her. The big man, Al, came first. He grunted and sighed as he shot up into Sally. Then the young man came and Alice could see the white fluid seeping out around his pulsing rod as he plunged it deeper into the woman's anus. Finally, all action came to a halt in the house as the three relaxed.
Alice was trembling as Jack sawed his fingers in and out of her streaming wet vagina. Slowly, so as not to tear his fingers away, she lowered herself until she was standing on the ground, leaning against the fence. Jack worked her faster and she knew her own climax was near. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"Mrs. Murray, you look groovy in the moonlight with your dress hung up like that." Alice knew she must look like a drunken whore as she allowed the boy to masturbate her like this. When her climax came, she had to bite her lips to keep from yelling out loud. Her legs became so limp that she almost fell. She would have if the fence hadn't held her up. When it was over, she turned and sat on the lower runner of the fence and held her head. The boy whispered again. "We better get out of here before they hear us." Slowly she got up and quietly followed him up the hillside.
They came to the little circle of bushes. Even in the moonlight Alice knew it was the place where she had found Teresa. Jack went over to the nearest bushes and pulled out the old blanket and spread it out and they sat down together. Alice was a bundle of questions.
"How long have you known about Sally Harris? Has this been going on a long time? Are those the only two men she sees?" The barrage of questions had to make him laugh. Jack held up both hands in a surrendering motion.
"It's been a long time, ever since I've been coming here. That's almost a year. I never see any other men but I guess they are enough for her, they always give her hell!"
Alice lay on her back. The calm sleepy feeling of her recent climax soothed her, making her drowsy. She stared at the stars and thought about Sally. She could still see the three sweating, naked bodies in their unnatural copulation. She knew she should be repulsed, but even so she felt a deep thrill thinking about the double penetration. She was drawn to the anal penetration like a moth to a flame. She knew it was horrible. It was wrong. But her own anus twitched as she thought of it. She wanted to talk about it and reached out to touch Jack's arm, not sure of how she could bring up the subject, but her hand fell instead on his trouser front and she felt his big penis straining against the fabric. Alice felt a strange sort of guilt-she knew she was going to have to stop this relationship with the boy but she also remembered that she had allowed him to bring her relief and had done nothing for him in return. The idea of asking him to mount her from the rear occurred to her, but she was instantly terrified and knew she could never ask him for such a thing. He took the action out of her hands again. He undid his trousers and pulled his stiff penis out. She could see the head glisten in the moonlight, a white stalk with the darker head staring blindly at the moon. She was ashamed when she felt her mouth water at the sight of it. He spoke as if he could read her mind.
"You were doing something for me when we had to leave this noon. Do you want to finish that?" Quickly Alice got to her knees and edged over closer to the boy. Reaching out she took the penis in her hand and gently pumped it up and down.
"Do you want me to finish?" she asked in a husky voice. All afternoon she had thought about sucking the boys off, the feel of hot semen squirting into her mouth, the feel of the hard flesh rubbing her lips had never really left her mind! She was mortally ashamed but knew that she wanted to suck the boy again, to learn how to do the act well.
"Wow!" was all Jack had to say. He lay back with his arms under his head and looked up at her, a contented smirk on his face. Slowly she bent forward and let the tip brush across her lips.
Jack reached down and brushed her hair back from her face. "I like to watch," he said in a quiet but excited whisper.
Alice felt a deep thrill at the thought of being watched as she did this. The moon came out from behind the clouds and she raised her head a little and smiled at him. Then, licking her lips, she opened her mouth and slowly sucked in as much of the white stalk as she could. In a few minutes she was bobbing her head, sucking, licking, rolling the shaft in her mouth. As she sucked, her fingers explored his hanging testicles. She felt a deep satisfaction as she sucked. She knew he could see her bending over him, like she was praying. It touched a deep nerve to know she was being watched as she performed this base act! All her life she had wanted something like this and had fought it until Jack and his silly camera took her will from her. She felt the twitch and knew that she would be swallowing in just a few seconds; and when it came she was afraid that she not only didn't mind his coming in her mouth, but that it satisfied some bitchy quirk in her. He was in charge. He was forcing her to do this. All that seemed to make it a good thing, as long as she didn't have to decide, she loved it! As she worked her tongue up and down his pulsing rod, she knew that she had always feared and yet wanted to be raped, to be violated in the real meaning of the word. She knew that she couldn't break this off, that he was stronger than she and knew that she liked that.
Finally, when she had sucked the last drop, she rolled over and lay beside him, her mind a complete blank. She felt satisfied, full, almost as if she had just had a nice dinner.
They lay quietly for a while, then he stirred and placed a hand on her breast and slowly rolled it under his palm. She didn't move, just relaxed and let him lead the way. After touching her breast for a few minutes, he leaned over and kissed her. Alice felt a true thrill. She opened her mouth and sucked his tongue. She felt warmth for the boy. He had trapped her, had forced her into vile acts, had enticed her, but she still felt affection for him. She was surprised to note that she almost felt grateful. She put her arms around him and they kissed hard. He pressed up against her and she felt his damp penis swell and grow against her bare thigh. She was impressed. Jim could never get hard again this soon. The feel of his flesh growing and pushing along her flesh ignited the fire in her and she wanted him!
"Please," he pleaded gently, "I want to feel your breasts again." With her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse. Rolling against him for a second, she undid the clasp of her bra. He released her and she sat up pulling her blouse and bra off. He lay there looking up at her full breasts as they dangled above his face. She wished that they were fuller, that they didn't sag quite so much, but he seemed to like them and that pleased her.
"Lean closer," he whispered and she bent her elbow and pressed a nipple to his lips. He sucked the nipple and the thrill shot through her breast and straight to her groin. They played like that for a while. She held her breast for him and fed it to him, like a baby, then an impulse struck her and she pulled back a little, shifted positions, and pressed her bared breast down against his stiffening organ. Slowly, she rubbed her breast against his penis and felt it go completely hard. Jack pulled her skirt up to her waist and squeezed her wet, fleshy sex together. She could feel her wetness oozing out and over his fingers, wetting her panties again. Suddenly Jack took charge again! He pushed her flat on her back, then pulled his own trousers off and before she could ask what he wanted, he straddled her. But instead of joining with her, he hunched up her body until his periis lay between her breasts. Catching her hands, he pressed them against the sides of her breasts and forced them up. He made a tight channel for his pulsing organ. Then he began to move his hips back and forth and she understood.
She lay under him, cupping her breasts, folding them over his moving shaft, making it tight for him. He had reached back and was slowly fingering her. She raised her hips as much as she could and spread her thighs, holding them open for him. The feel of his sex sliding up her chest excited her. She could see the red, wet head as it pushed up. His finger in her vagina taunted and aroused her. It made her mind think of wild, animalistic things. She was in a real state of excitement and knew that soon he would come there and she wondered if the spurting cum would hit her face. Secretly she hoped it would, enforcing the rape fantasy. She just wished that Teresa could be here to see the awful things that Jack was doing to her. Just as she was thinking this, he came! She saw the head swell and the split open and the white fluid shot out at her. It hit her eyebrow, her cheeks, her lower lip and splattered over her breasts and heck. As he was filling her body with his cum, his finger continued to bore into her and she joined him in their gasping, moaning pleasure!
When she was more calm, Jack slid closer to her and she knew what he wanted. Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked his wilting penis clean. Later she cleaned them both with her towel and they dressed. Jack hid the blanket again and they walked down the hillside. With each step her wild feelings cooled and she could see what had been done during the evening in a clearer light. With each step she took, she became more and more aware that if she couldn't break off this association she would soon be a wild animal-a hungry slobbering beast!!
What urill I do? I'm afraid that I'm going insane. Oh dear God, help me!! she thought frantically as she stumbled along with him. They stopped at her back gate. Jack had been thinking too. He mumbled and hung his head.
"Look, Mrs. Murray ... I'm sorry ... you've been great and I just wanted ... What I started with the camera ... I mean, I won't send anybody the pictures ... In fact I ... Well, I tore them up or I'd give them all to you, right now...." He was tense, as if he expected her to attack him. She did consider it for a moment but the relief was so total that she couldn't really get angry, not even at him. She couldn't say a word. She just stared at him. "Well, I guess that's all I wanted to tell you ... I wasn't going to tell you but I guess I kinda like you and don't want to trick you anymore." She continued to stare at him, incapable of speaking. "Well? Will I get to see you again? I mean I want to but I guess I'd understand if you said no."
Alice swallowed and slowly said, "Jack, I am a full grown woman, an adult Jack! What we have done is a crime.-I can't see you anymore. I suppose you know that I have ... enjoyed what we have done together but I simply can't risk seeing you anymore. I really have to ask you to leave me alone and never bother me again! Do you understand?"
The boy nodded sadly and without a word, he turned and walked away into the darkness. She stood by the gate and watched him go. Instead of being happy she felt a marked sense of loss.