Chapter 4
She stayed by the gate watching him until he was swallowed by the night. Shaking off her feeling, she almost ran to her house.
Once inside the house she felt virtuous and pure; she had survived the terrible temptation and the lust. She felt as if a heavy weight had fallen off her shoulders. She hurried to the shower and bathed. She stood under the shower, scrubbing herself raw, feeling as if she could scrub off the experiences of the past few days. After the shower she was exhausted and went to bed early.
"Let Jim take care of his own needs tonight!" she muttered to herself as she drifted off into a troubled sleep.
The next morning Alice tried to go about her business as usual but it was difficult. At first she tried to think of excuses to walk along the hillside behind the house. There may be some wild flowers, her mind said to her, evading the real reason. Each time, each excuse was examined and then discarded. Finally her mind went directly to the shack on the hill. She tried not to think of the boys but every time her mind would relax she would find herself thinking of them, and the inner flesh of her thighs would grow warm. Angrily she tried to shake her thoughts. The terrible fear of the pictures was gone. She could go back to being herself now!
Alice was sitting by the front window as she saw Jerry walking slowly down the sidewalk. He had a ball and was throwing it up and catching it as he walked down the sunlit street. Instead of just seeing a boy walking on a summer morning, Alice was shocked with herself because she saw a naked young man with whom she had had sex. She remembered his strong young body, his panting enjoyment as he lay on her body. She even recalled the taste of his organ when he had taken his turn at her mouth.
She began to tremble for she knew that despite all her pride and virtues she was tempted to call the boy in and entice him into her bed. She could feel him between her legs again and knew that she wanted him. Trying to force herself back to reality, Alice reasoned that her sessions with the children had awakened an appetite in her-a need that she had never been aware of before. Now that she knew that it was there she could fight it. If she ignored it, forced it out of her mind, she would be able to make it go away. Despite her thoughts, she was much happier when the boy was out of sight.
The morning passed slowly. Alice felt uneasy and restless. The house was clean. All her work was finished. She was sitting on the sofa trying not to think at all when the phone began to ring. For a second she had a bad feeling and almost decided not to answer it but she brushed the feeling aside and hurried to answer. She would be glad to have someone to talk to. Talk would help get the images out of her mind.
"Hello," she said cheerfully.
"Alice? This is Mary Jones." The woman's voice rang in her ear. "You know ... Teresa's mother." Cold fear gripped Alice. She had the visions of outraged parents, police, newspaper stories, arrest. Her mouth was dry, her mind in a whirl. She couldn't answer. She almost hung up and ran from the house. The other woman didn't notice the pause but went on. "Look, Alice, I have a big favor to ask you. We have to be out of town for the next few days. We are due back on Monday but we have a problem. This is a business trip and Teresa can't come with us. She told me that you and she have had some nice talks and went walking together on the hill and she thought that it would be nice if she could stay with you this weekend. Do you mind? I know that it's a strange request since we aren't that close, but Teresa seemed sure that you wouldn't mind." Alice sat still as death. The phone in her hand weighed a thousand pounds! She didn't trust herself to talk.
Oh my God! She doesn't know. It's all right!! That little minx Teresa set this up, just to get in with me. She doesn't know that I've slept with them ... but if I say no it will make her mother curious. Before she was really aware of what she was going to say, she heard herself, "Why no, Mary, I'd love to have her come! She's a very sweet little girl. It would be a nice idea."
The details were discussed and agreed upon. Alice put down the phone slowly. She sat stunned. Mary was getting Teresa's things together and she was driving her over in a few minutes. Alice went to the guest room and tidied up a little. Her thoughts were in a whirl. This would give her time to explain to Teresa what a big mistake all this had been and time to try and get the relationship back to an adult-child plane. But as she reassured herself, she sensed little quick flashes of other plans forming deep in her mind, in that deep corner of the mind that hides. Images of the little naked girl with her legs spread popped into the woman's mind, but she wasn't remembering the past. She could see the child on this very bed-naked and smiling. This hadn't happened yet, but it was what her subconscious mind wanted for the future! Trembling, she tried to force the lewd ideas out of her head and calm herself. She heard a car in the drive and hurried out to help bring the girl and her little bag in the house. Mary was very friendly and happy that she had solved her problem. She chatted to Alice but Alice was uneasy. She found it hard to look the other woman in the eye. What would she say if she knew all about those walks on the hillside? She'd kill me!
"I'm so grateful. It was this-or Teresa was going to have to stay with her grandmother and she hates that. Thanks so much!" Almost like a whirlwind, the other woman helped Alice settle the child in the room and then she was gone. The door slammed and the car was going down the street. Teresa laughed and ran up to Alice. Before she could stop her, Teresa hugged Alice and pressed her face up against the woman's breasts, nuzzling them.
"This is great!" She giggled. "Isn't it a groovy deal. A whole four days! We can do a lot. Do you think you can teach me some new games in four days?" She was teasing. Alice was fumbling for words, trying to explain the new situation to the child, but Teresa was quicker than she. Her hands reached up and felt the woman's breasts, squeezing them through the blouse and bra fabric. Her firm little body wiggled up closer. Her flat little chest pressed between Alice's thighs, up against the moist mound. Alice intended to reach down and gently push the child away, but when her hand reached the girl's shoulders, she pressed her closer!
No ... okay God, no! Her mind screamed at her, but she didn't pay any attention to her inner voice. She ripped open her blouse and unhooked the bra and pulled it up. She caught a breast in one hand and forced it up to Teresa's eager mouth. "Suck the nipple, Teresa. Please, suck the nice, hard button!"
The girl wiggled and hugged back as she sucked the older woman's breast. Alice glanced up and saw their reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Seeing herself like this made her mind whirl. The two of them clinched together, her milk-white breast contrasting against the girl's summer-tan face. The girl's naturally red lips pursed around her nipple. Alice's body shuddered and quaked as the child went on sucking and rolling the nipple in her mouth.
Alice had lost all reason again. She ran her hand down between them and over the girl's belly and was rewarded by a prompt pelvic bump as the child responded to the feather-light touch. Alice pulled back and looked down. She could see the tip of her breast. The nipple and the flesh around it was wet with saliva. She shivered and pressed the child down on the bed while silently they both undressed, then turned to face each other. Alice was panting. The girl was flushed. Alice knew that deep inside she had remembered their interrupted session on the hillside and now she wanted it to play through to the end. Teresa was staring at her, her eyes shining. Then she got an impish gleam in her eye and slowly lay back on the bed and spread her little thighs. Instantly Alice remembered seeing the same pose in her mind earlier and it frightened her to think about it. The child's pink and red little split winked at Alice. The girl hooked her forefingers in the lips and spread them.
"Oh please, Mrs. Murray, it still hurts. Please make it all good for me!" She was trying to imitate the crying sound she had made on the blanket when they first met. Trembling, Alice bent forward and covered the little split with her mouth. Pushing her fingers aside, she began to suck the whole area. Her tongue darted between the lips and bathed the little clitoris. As she sucked it, she felt it swell and grow hard.
So young, but so hot! she thought. Alice was surprised that the little girl had such a sexual capacity. She was certain that she couldn't have had a sexual response when she was eleven years old, but then she also admitted that no one had tried" to arouse her to it. Then she cursed them for not having tried.
Alice let her free hands roam up and down the child's hairless thighs. Over her round little belly, one hand toyed with the tiny bumps on her chest. Tweeking the little unformed nipples, she enjoyed the softness and the satin smooth texture of the girl's flesh. Soon Teresa was squealing and twisting and making little cries deep in her throat. Alice began to suck and lick with a firm rhythm. Almost instantly, the child responded and climaxed, filling the room with her soft cries.
When the child relaxed, Alice sat up and tried to think. Her own sexual needs-that dreadful appetite was back. She hadn't been able to ignore it. It had never gone. She knew she needed it. She wanted to feel Teresa's little mouth bathe her own mature labia. The rational part of her mind was clamoring for her to explain, now that there was still time to back off, to let the issue drop before she went any further. Teresa broke the mental stalemate again as she bounced up and ran to the bathroom to find a towel. She stood in front of Alice and wiped the saliva from between her legs and then moved up until she was standing in-between her thighs. She reached down and caught a breast and slowly pulled. She bent a little at the knees and pressed it between her legs, the nipple forced between the reddened little lips.
"I saw this in one of Jack's books," she said. "Does it make your titty feel good?"
The childish question almost made Alice laugh but in fact it did make her titty feel good--GREAT in fact! Teresa gently pushed Alice back until she lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Teresa knelt between them and parted the hairy lips. Alice looked down and saw the child dip her face down and felt her hot little tongue race up and down the opening. Alice couldn't resist the invitation and reaching down, she pressed on the child's head pushing her tongue deeper into her cunt. As the taunting touch of the tongue raced through her, she raised her thighs a little and began to thrust her pelvis up to the tongue and little lips and was rewarded by feeling it hitting a wider surface. She rolled and thrust. She was almost afraid that she would smother the child, but she couldn't stop! She was running wet now as she saw the child's flushed face wet with lubrication each time she let her up for air. Her need for an orgasm was intense. That animal hunger was loose again and it must be fed! Her belly undulated and she could feel the tension between her eyes. Teresa reached up to cup a breast and toyed with it as she continued to suck. The added stimulus made Alice's senses soar and her much needed, much wanted climax came. She almost cried tears for the sheer joy of it!
When she was done she was almost faint. She lay on the bed like a rag doll. The girl wiped her with a towel and blotted her dry. At long last she sat up and Teresa climbed up on her knees as they rested and snuggled.
"Teddy told me that you sucked all of them yesterday. I wish I could have seen that. I had to go do some stupid shopping with my mother."
Alice blushed. The memory of the animal-sucking of all three boys came back and she wanted to try to explain why she had had to do that for the boys but the words wouldn't come. She really doubted if she could explain it to the child. Instead, she got up, dressed and took the girl into the kitchen and showed her how to make supper. She called Jim to explain about the visitor and asked him to bring some ice cream when he came home. Jim was puzzled that a near stranger would "dump" her child with them but offered no argument.
The afternoon passed quickly. Teresa had a long string of questions about cooking and housekeeping and Alice was relieved that sex didn't come into the conversation. About four in the afternoon, it arrived. Alice had been breading the meat when Teresa spoke.
"Mrs. Murray, how does it feel when you have a thing put in you like that-a prick I mean?"
Alice almost dropped the plate.
The child continued. "I mean ... does it feel great?-after you're used to it and all-and it doesn't hurt anymore." Alice felt herself blush and stammer but the child still wasn't done. "You know, I see the look on the faces of the women in Jack's pictures and I watched your face and heard you yell when the boys were doing it to you in the shack." The child's forthright, matter-of-fact discussion of the sex act flustered Alice.
"Well ... you see, Teresa, it feels ... well to tell you the truth it feels wonderful, once you get used to it being there ... the man's thing. Well ... you know what I mean ... Some feel better than others, I guess." There was a silence as Teresa thought about it and then she asked another bomb.
"How many have you had put in you, Mrs. Murray? Pricks I mean." Alice was still so flustered that she told the truth.
"I was a virgin until I got married. I had never tried any others until the boys the other day." Teresa seemed disappointed.
"Only four? When I get bigger I think I'll try more than that. Are you going to try some more soon?"
Just as she was about to try an answer, Alice heard Jim drive up and only had time to say, "Here comes my husband. Now remember, all this is our secret. We can't tell him about any of this." Teresa shrugged and gave a scornful grunt.
"Sure, I know that. He'd get mad if he knew you were using other guys like that. I know better than to let him know!"
Dinner went well and once they became acquainted, Alice and Jim enjoyed Teresa's company. The evening wore on. They had popcorn and ice cream, watched TV and talked. At bed time, Alice tucked Teresa in and gave her a kiss that was a little warmer than the occasion warranted.
"Goodnight, Honey."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Murray. Mrs. Murray?" she whispered, "when your husband puts it in you, do you like it better than when Jack does it to you?"
Alice didn't dare answer but shushed her with a finger to her lips and went out closing the door and turning off the light. A little later Jim yawned and got up.
"I'm really tired, honey. Had a bad day. I think I'll go to bed now." Alice wasn't tired but she knew that he liked her to come to bed with him and so she nodded.
They had been in bed for about a half an hour. Jim was asleep when Teresa came into the room. She was crying softly. Jim stirred and looked up as Alice got up quickly.
"Go back to sleep, Jim, she's just a little homesick. I'll go stay with her for a little while." He nodded and drifted back to sleep. Alice took Teresa down the hall and into the room. Once the door was closed the sobbing stopped and she heard a giggle.
"Boy, what a gas!" The girl laughed. "I bet he'll never guess why I wanted you to come in here."
In spite of herself, Alice had to smile and felt like joining in the laughter. Teresa climbed under the covers and Alice joined her.
"When I asked you which you liked better, Jack or Mr. Murray, you didn't answer me." The girl challenged in a loud whisper.
"They're about the same honey," she whispered, wishing the girl would change the subject.
"How big is Mr. Murray's prick?" The girl wouldn't give it up. Alice pretended not to hear. "How big is it?" Teresa insisted again, louder. Alice gave up and thought for a moment.
"About seven inches, I guess, Teresa. I never measured it." They both had to giggle at that. Alice felt a movement in the darkened room. It was the girl. She had her hands apart. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to figure how long seven inches would be," was the answer. Alice adjusted the child's hands to about the right distance. The girl gave a nervous giggle. "Boy, that's long! Is it longer than Jack?" Giving up, Alice had to answer.
"No, I think Jack must be about eight inches or longer. And I have to admit that his is more fun than Mr--. Murray's." Alice snuggled closer to the little girl, hoping to distract her and get her to stop talking. Looking to make certain the door was closed, she loosened the draw string at the top of her nightgown and held a breast up to Teresa's mouth. Gently the girl sucked the swelling nipple. Alice raised the girl's gown and placed her hand over the fleshy little mound. She tried to be gentle and slow. She wasn't in a hurry to bring the child to a climax. She liked the warm, close feeling of the firm little mouth on her body. Pulling her head back, Teresa substituted her hand on the breast and pulled and rolled the nipple.
"Can I ask you another question? Promise me you won't get mad?"
"What is it?" This time it was Teresa's turn to be flustered and uncertain.
"Welllll ... how ... how do you suck a prick? Does it feel bad or taste bad? How does it make you feel?"
Alice was feeling the rise of sexual excitement from the loving of her breasts. The excitement gave her a new boldness and she threw all her prudish thoughts aside.
"To be honest, Teresa, the boys are the only ones that I ever did that for." Teresa thought that over for a few seconds then as she asked her questions, she reached down and pulled up the woman's gown. She brought it to her waist as her little fingers toyed with the moist hairy flesh.
"You mean Mr. Murray never wanted you to do that for him?" she seemed puzzled.
"Well, honey, on our honeymoon I guess he hinted at that, but I was so shy that I would never have done it, even if I had understood what he wanted. In fact, I wasn't ever going to do that for the others until Jack forced me to do it."
"Do you swallow that stuff?"
Alice could feel herself blushing, even in the dark. "Yes ... I guess I do. It doesn't taste bad ... or anything like that." Teresa was beginning to respond to her finger and pressed her fat little belly up against the woman.
"Jack told me he wanted me to do that for him the other day but I was afraid. I thought the idea was yucky. I'm still a little afraid. Would you show me how, the next time we see the guys?" The question left Alice breathless. The idea of being a teacher, showing a child how to mouth and suck a penis both excited and sickened her.
"We will see."
Instead of talking any more, they kissed, and quietly, sweetly masturbated each other. Each came to a very good climax and they lay hugging each other tightly. After a while they relaxed. Teresa got drowsy and Alice lay looking down at her. The child had rolled over on her stomach and fell asleep. Alice soothed and stroked the round little buttocks. Her finger slid between them and gently nudged the tiny anus. Teresa made soft, happy sounds in her throat...
Alice finally went back to her own bed. Once she was in bed, she thought of Jack. She could see his nice hard organ. She could almost feel him inside her. She thought of sucking him, feeling the climax spurting up into her waiting mouth. Then the image of the woman on her knees came back to her. Alice stiffened in the bed. The idea of having to take a penis up in there teased her. The idea was frightening, but she was still drawn to it. She could just imagine the pain but ... still ... She rolled over on her side facing Jim. Slowly, so as not to awaken him, she tugged her gown up a little and put her hand on her buttocks. All her life she had avoided this part of her body. Now she was enjoying the forbidden thrill of pleasure from that area. She decided to experiment a little and slipped her finger between the cheeks. The tip of it toyed with her twitching little hole, and ever so slowly, she forced the tip through the ring of muscle and wiggled it a little. There was pain, just a little, but there was also a strange, warm pleasure. It came over her and she knew! She knew that it was going to happen to her. That now that the evil hunger was back out in the open, she would let someone go up there. No matter how much it would hurt, no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she would submit, just like that other woman.
She pushed her finger in deeper and had to swallow a soft groan at the pleasure that the movement gave to her. She pressed even deeper and felt her muscle clamp down on her finger. The spasm made her gasp and her finger moved deeper. Just then Jim stirred and she knew that her motions were moving the bed. She felt guilty.
Then her guilt turned into a form of anger. She wouldn't be laying here tormented if he had shown her the real meaning of sex and love-if he had ever given her more than a quick stab and poke in the dark! She was too tired to go on with this mental tirade. Quietly she slipped out of the bed, washed her hands and climbed back in beside Jim. Her little adventure with Teresa had eased her body and she fell into a cool exhausted slumber.