Chapter 10
That had been a wonderful night. And the next morning was wonderful, too. The big upstairs bedroom smelled like warm, lovely sex in every corner. She had not changed the bed. She liked the dappling of Terry's young menstrual tracks on the sheet. It gave her a gut-shaking intensity of love.
Bob, bless him, had hugged her with an especial tenderness after they had gone to bed, slap-happy with the marvelous drunkenness of sex. All because of what she had done for Terry.
"I never even thought you'd accept her," he confessed. "Not wholly and not so soon. She is just a bit-well, what do I say? Far out? Bugged with sex?"
"She's a sweet, warm-hearted kid, Bob," Janet had said. "She needs love."
"Boy, she sure got it!" her husband said, smoothing the sheets where her pussy was so plainly imprinted in deepest red.
"I gave her love because she needed it, partly. But mainly because she's easy to love," Janet murmured, a soft look on her boldly good-looking face.
"You're a sweet woman, my dear," Bob told her. "Sweet and good. And the best pussy I ever knew. That's why I never get tired of you. God, you're marvelous!"
Now he was at work and Janet moved about the house, alert for the thing she so desired. There is something about holding out a gift to youth. It made Janet sad to think how the generations mistrusted each other.
"I hope Roy believed I meant it when I said I'd be glad to help," she murmured, her swollen pussy throbbing slightly. "Damn! Why didn't I promise more! I said 'Just talk ... That's all!' Janet, you dummy! Why didn't you promise your pussy?"
She finally settled in her bedroom. There was a reason. Between it and the front patio below, there was an acoustical affinity. Even a whisper from that tile-flagged court came up to her window as if amplified. Occasionally it amused her.
So, when the smoke and clatter of a trio of motorbikes sounded from the far driveway, she could hear every word as Roy, keeping his voice low, argued with the other two.
"You better forget that tough talk, Ralphie," he said. "Miz Foy's a good lady. You damn fool, her husband's a marriage counselor. She's learned from him."
The tall kid with the blonde hair spat on the tiles.
"I think she's the one you claim you fucked," he said. "If she fucked you, she oughta give all us guys a bang!"
"You're nuts!" Roy almost shouted, and the other boy, as dark as she was, hissed, "Cut it out, you two! Ralphie, you better cool it. If this good-looking cunt want to talk about pussy to us," and he smirked, "I sure want to listen!" He stroked a hand down his thigh and Janet plainly saw a hard-on.
"Okay, okay," the tall boy said. "She's a nice lady. I know enough to behave. Hey, this is a nice place! What's that old place back in the trees? Looks like some old barn. Let's go take a quick look at it. I have to piss, anyhow!"
Janet went through the bedroom into the huge bath that faced south. Her breath was quick and hot. Her cunt, which had been simmering, now boiled over. Cum juice flooded out in a broad, slick smear as she covered the short space to the window. The velvet friction of her inflamed cunt lips was like the prelude to gut-popping cum.
They all had to piss, as it happened. They were in profile to her, and she chuckled as the three young cocks, backed by full bladders, fired their brilliant yellow streams against a broken wall of masonry. The dark boy, Steve, seemed to wear the gaudiest cock, but after all, he was nursing a hard-on only a minute before.
They were in the old carriage house so long that she became impatient. Probably having another of those bullshit arguments, where Ralphie, talking big, angered young Roy.
She had intended to approach the building openly, singing to alert them of her coming. But that idea died of an old, secret ailment. Killed by a memory.
And it was almost history repeating itself.
Oh, they weren't jerking off. Not really.
"After we talk to her," she heard the blonde Ralphie say. "After we see those tits that old baby-face claims she's got, we ought to come back out here and stretch our peckers!"
He laughed, holding out his own cock, rolling the foreskin back to show the shiny red head. Sunlight filtered through cracks and supported dancing motes of dust. She saw them plain.
"You're nuts, Linden," Steve laughed. "Roy, let's get this screwball out of here before he gets us all arrested."
"Oh, shit, he's only talking big," Roy laughed. "But this sure is a nice private spot. Be a good place to jerk around."
"Be a good place to bring a couple of girls," the Linden boy said. "Or even one girl. I tell you guys, I'm not kidding! My sister told me this morning, she's gonna give me all I want! Once
I get her started, I'll work you in on it!"
"Oh, brother!" Steve jeered. "That's a crock of shit! Man, she'd shoot us! But listen-no disrespect, Ralphie. I'd let her piss in my eye just to see where it came from!"
Mechanically, pulled by God knows what weird inspiration, Janet moved in on the three dumbstruck boys, still holding their cocks out in shamed immobility. They heard her voice come out thickly, as if she spoke in violent anger. She heard it that way, too, but knew it came from a fuck-struck mind.
"What's the meaning of this?" she gagged, knowing it came out as a threat. But she remembered that, in that aching yesterday so many years before, she had been a threat. And she had been raped and raped and raped because she was a threat.
"You're in deep trouble," she grated. "All of you! Wait until I get to a phone."
She wheeled, purposely clumsy, and gasped as two hard hands caught at her arms.
"Shut up lady," a hard young voice said. Ralphie, who else? She licked at him and he cried, "Grab her, Steve! Look out she doesn't kick you in the nuts!"
They held her in such a way that her robe, that same gauzy thing she'd had on the day before, fell open. Both the kids turned white and Steve, looking boldly at her shaking tits and big ruff of black cunt hair, said, "Jesus! Roy told the truth!"
Roy raised his voice. "Let her go, you dummies! What the hell is this?" But he had a hard-on sticking out in the front of his shorts, and it gave Janet a fierce thrill.
"Cool it, Roy," Steve said. "We came out here at your invitation. Hell, she was going to give us some sex education! Now she's talking about phoning the fuzz." He looked angry but he sounded troubled.
"She wants trouble, I say, give her trouble. We've got her out here, nobody home, nobody in ten miles. Let's be in real trouble. Let's all fuck her!" He boldly opened his zipper and let the cock he had hastily stowed away pop out again. Janet closed her eyes in such a rush of anticipation that she was afraid her joy would frighten them off.
Somehow, out of a deep instinct, Janet produced exactly the right words. "You haven't got the guts!" she hissed. "A bunch of snot-nosed babies!"
There was a pile of soft old hay, and the boys were considerate enough to dump her there. Over the shoulders of Steve and Ralphie, she saw the anguished face of Roy Benson. She gave him a broad wink and a quick "come-here" nod which said as plain as day: "I like this. Don't be silly. Get in it!"
She was rewarded by his two warm young hands prying up between her naked thighs, and his shout: "Look at the juice! Man, this is some cunt!"
"Be damned," Ralphie swore softly. "Roy, you could have fooled me! Oooh, those tits!" and he bore Janet down under his weight and Steve's.
She had been getting wilder and wilder inside, ever since breakfast. The faint possibility that Roy would come by with his friends had kept her seething. Last night's lovely excesses, the aftereffects of her sixty-nining with that lovely child, Terry, had left a lasting sense of hot life in her pussy.
There were brief moments while each boy, with man-like shouts of joy, shucked off his clothes. And then, like an avalanche of smooth, warm flesh, they were on her. But she had been ready for it, achingly ready, long before the first hard young cock stabbed into her cunt.
It was the dark boy, Steve Arrino, and he seemed self-conscious but eager. He was too hot, really. He could not know that the milking squeeze he got from the slick, hot cunt was a masterpiece of talent and desire. He simply started shooting, and Janet pumped him dry, using the kindly skills of her marvelous pussy to milk out his sticky young sperm.
"I fucked her! I fucked her!" he cried, capering wildly about, until Ralphie said: "Cut out that crap and hold her so I can fuck her!" In the meantime, as Roy sucked alternately on her breasts, she continued to thrash and weave her hips and ass, blindly seeking to allay her fuck need.
And she was so charged up, so nerve-taut and eager, that she began to shake with another gigantic cum as Ralphie quietly slipped his long cock in, banged hard, then expertly twisted and rotated his hips.
He's had some instruction, Janet grinned, thinking of the beautiful young blonde who so loved her brother that she burned to "help" him.
Somewhere, somehow, they lost the feeling of being enemies, and by the time Ralphie was pulling his dripping cock out of her well-used cunt, it was a community affair.
"Roy," Janet said, when she was sitting up with her arms around her knees and straw tickling in her open pussy, "will you run up and get a couple of blankets? And pillows? Take Steve with you if you like."
She turned to the blonde boy left behind and pulled him to her, kissing him, not surprised that his mouth opened and his tongue came to meet hers. She sucked his tongue long and tenderly, holding on to his cum-slicked peter, rolling its loose skin back and forth. His hands came to her, one to fumble with her breasts, the other to go unerringly to the split shining so redly in her mass of dark hair. Under her soft hand, his youthful penis began to swell and rise. She shifted her hand lower, taking his balls in her soft fingers. They had a wiry little rasp of hairs on them.
She thirsted for his cock, any cock, really. She disengaged their tongues and said hoarsely: "Your sister never has sucked you off, has she?"
The boy leaped and almost snarled "No!" but she smiled and kissed him again.
"She will," Janet promised. "She'll do it this afternoon. As soon as she gets home from the office."
The boy shivered. "How do you know so much?" he wanted to know. And then he grinned broadly. "She was over here last night, wasn't she?"
He leaned and gave Janet's tit such a powerful-suck that pain flashed a pleasure signal to her vagina, and hidden muscles contracted in a delightful burst of sensuality.
"Oh, Jesus, she as much as told me she would, this morning! Damn!" He looked at his tool, suddenly become rigid again, and pressed it against Janet's swollen breast.
She leaned and took his hard young organ gently in her warm fist, kissing its red tip and running her tongue around its flaring corona. "I'll suck you off now," she whispered. "That is, if you want me to!"
He was so anxious that he grabbed her head roughly and tried to fuck into those big, thick lips. She said, "Wait, Ralphie, don't hurt me," and he muttered, "Gee, I'm sorry, Miz Foy. But it's so crazy-great! Oooohh!" and he whimpered like a five-year-old, "Please do it to me!"
She opened her mouth and let his cock slide in, running her tongue around it, licking under the head where the greatest sensation flowers. She took it out and held it, whispering: "Finger-fuck me. I'm hot, too. I need to cum! There, that's it. Not so hard. Be gentle, and rub farther up." She hunched her ass along the hay, onto his probing finger, crooning: "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! That spot up high, that's just like the head of your cock."
He realized what she meant. After all, Terry had let him look at her pussy for a long time. She had pointed out the little pearly lump she called her "clitty button" so he knew what it looked like and where it felt best.
Her tongue and lips and cheeks were doing such magical things to his cock. He was almost ready to blow his load again, and it seemed like just a minute or two before that he had poured it into her cunt. Even taking a wet deck from Ralphie, she was tight to his cock. It had been slickly, hotly wonderful, but maybe this was better. He was kneeling, he could watch that lovely mouth around his cock, going down and pulling back. He could watch her gorgeous titties swing back and forth, too.
He had two fingers buried in her pussy, and she was doing something amazing with it. She was sucking his fingers with her cunt! Biting on them! And as he pushed in and pulled out, he was getting a handful of her cum with every hunch of her round, firm ass.
She was highly agitated. She could not cry out as she would have loved, but could only go "Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" as she hunched her body strongly on the boy's hand. It caused a corresponding movement of her head, so that her mouth was fucking his cock as well as sucking it.
She suddenly let his cock go for just a second and cried: "Oh, God! I'm cumming!" and fell on her back.
He felt the itching burst of exploding semen in his balls, and rolled above her, jabbing his cock back in her mouth, pulling her body so that she rolled back, on her side, and took the full length of his bursting prick down her throat. It hurt, it strained, but the shower bath of pearly white jism was enough pay for any discomfort. And his fingers were so understanding, so busy! Even while he was so fiercely pumping his young and heavy load into her mouth, he remembered to push and pull inside her shrieking twat.
She was getting deeper and deeper into the same trance of lust that had always marked her adventures in adultery, and her mind suddenly said: Stop it, Janet! Don't hide from what you've been looking for!
She released the last flutter of orgasm from her swollen cunt lips and let Ralphie's cock slip out from her mouth. She held it softly and looked up from where she lay, smiling. There above her and Ralphie were two youthfully eager hard-ons, trembling between the thighs of two hard-bodied teenagers.
Roy was licking his lips, and Steve, whose cock still shone from drying cum juices, was so obviously in pain from over-packed balls that Janet said to him, "Get down here, Steve, baby, and I'll suck your cock, too!" To Roy she said, "You know where I want it, don't you, honey? Right where I had my finger in you, yesterday!"
He could not believe that this was happening to him. He knew that butt fucking was a lot of fun, although he'd never tried it with a female, and it was a deep, dark secret among him and his two pals. But Ralphie grinned and Steve said, "Hey! I want some of that myself!"
And Janet rolled on her side, smiling up and beckoning to Steve to lie down facing her. Her delightful ass cheeks were primly closed, but the pouting, dark-haired lips of her pussy thrust out. And the eager Roy knew that the other mystery, the ringed and puckered ass-hole, was an inch behind.
He was gasping with excitement as he knead his way to the warm softness of that sensational ass, and his heart jumped when Janet reached a hand back and pulled the upper cheek back to reveal the hidden temptation of her shit hole. She delved in her soaking pussy, too, and rubbed the slick cunt oil all over the browned ring.
With a groan of fevered lust, the youthfully passionate Roy moved to her, rubbing his cock into that flowing fountain with the hairy lips, making her jump as she sucked Steve. He looked nervously around for Ralphie and found him standing just above him, his lower lip hanging slack, eyes glazed with lust.
He grinned and edged closer. His cockhead was pressing on the textured hole which seemed so small. But he thought of the size of turds that squeezed from human ass-holes, and of the wild feeling set off in his own rectum by Janet's finger.
He wiped the cunt-slicked peter back and forth and then, with determination and accurate aim, slid it right into the hole. It seemed to open and stretch as he slid in. It was very tight, and there was a hard throbbing inside. He almost came with that first thrust, it was so hot, such a hot idea to fuck a lady in the ass! He and his pals had tried everything. Well, almost everything, and they had talked about what they hadn't done. Talked about it in snickers, feigning disgust with the idea. But he was so aware of Steve, fucking into Janet's deep throat, holding one of her wonderful tits. And he was aware of Ralphie, wet-cocked, standing at his shoulder.
The pressures around his flailing cock were so good that he stopped fucking into Janet to let her rectal muscles move strongly around his cock. They gripped its base like a strong hand. He pulled carefully back until the tender head of his peter was gripped and cuddled and squeezed. It was so wonderful that he simply turned partly around, not looking up at Ralphie at all, and took the other boy's cock in his mouth. There was a deep understanding in the dusty old barn.
Steve, lying on his side, could see. He smiled and made the okay sign with thumb and forefinger in a circle. Ralphie put his hand on Roy's head in love and understanding. And Janet, busy sucking Steve and gently heaving her ass as it clasped Roy's cute, hard pecker, closing on it with loving strength, saw out of the corner of her eyes. She waved a hand to Roy and he put one of his hands in hers. She squeezed it hard, and he knew she approved.
Having Ralphie's cock in his mouth seemed so right, somehow, that he enjoyed it all more than ever. The motion of the lovely ass, the hard caress of the strong muscles. The sight of the beautiful, voluptuous body, engaged in so much pleasure. And he knew he was sucking Ralphie's cock better than Janet was sucking Steve's. After all, a fellow certainly would know the exact spots where the most intense pleasures dwelt. And the skin was so soft! The head, too, like a very ripe plum. And, like a ripe plum, it would squirt juice all through Roy's mouth. He quivered in love and anticipation.
Never any more frustration! They were all of them committed now to complete love and friendship. And Janet would be the core of it. She saw no harm in sex of any kind. She'd made that clear to him yesterday. He sucked slowly, but hard. He enjoyed exploring the little ridges and valleys of his buddy's cock, knowing how delightful it would feel on him when Ralphie sucked him. Or Steve. Steve, who was fucking so deep and hard into Janet's lovely, full blown mouth. He wanted to say: "Hold still, Steve, and let Janet do the sucking." But his mouth so full and he was so delighted.
He could almost see Janet getting ready to cum. This cock of his, up her ass, was as exciting as if it were in her cunt. He knew about a woman's titties showing her passion. Janet had explained it to him yesterday. How the burning beauty of a heavy cum swelled a woman's breasts and made the nipples hard as bullets. He could see them swelling now.
He could feel his cock getting ready to shoot its load. And he could feel the tensing of Ralphie's thighs, the sudden hard throbs in the prick he was sucking. He reached out and squeezed his lovely friend's warm titty so hard that its pinkness turned a purplish white and her body shuddered with sensuality.
His cock swelled and he felt the start of life in his balls, the burning in his tubes, the shock of cumming.
He sucked deeply on Ralphie's cock, trying to get it all in, back to his tonsils, buried in his throat. And, at the same time, he jammed two or three fingers deep into the protruding twat just by his own cock. They went into the warm slickness clear to the last knuckle. Janet must have had her cunt really relaxed by the butt-fucking. It must have really been sagging open. It felt so good! So damned good!
He felt the hot gush of Ralphie's cum, and it was better even than the taste of Janet's cunt had been. No, his mind said, not better. Different. And he sucked and sucked, whimpering in the delight he felt at giving his pal such pleasure.
He put his arm around Ralphie's muscular ass, holding himself in place as he fucked and shot and creamed into his beautiful friend's ass-hole. She was thrashing and bucking and groaning so hard as Steve squirted his rich wad of cum into her cheeks. She was swallowing happily, the moaning letting bubbles of thick white sperm form at the corners of her mouth. The thick lips were flecked with semen. Beautiful!
They all seemed to sink down together. Ralphie lowered his body, leaving his willing cock between the lips of his friend Roy. And Roy cuddled against the smooth back of Janet.
He reached over her to pat her cheek and felt the drained balls of his friend Steve. He held them for a second, and Steve gripped his wrist to signify love and friendship. He had let Ralphie's cock escape, but now the tall blonde boy's entire body was against his.
"I'll suck you off, old buddy," Ralphie was whispering. "God damn! This has been some day!"
The old carriage house's main entrance faced north. The open door gave the only real light except for sunlight leaking in through cracks between vertical boards.
Something was clouding that light. Where it had been bright gloom, it was dark gloom. And there was a presence among them, a presence of anger. And a harsh voice!
"You dirty little rats! Raping a grown woman!"
There was the sound of a slap and Roy screamed in terror. Then all the boys were up and scrambling for the door, faces contorted in fear. And Janet, stifling reaction easily because of her deep shock, looked up at Irene Benson.
The other woman's face was working, convulsing. Tears flooded her eyes and she dropped to put her arms around Janet.
"Oh, my dear!" the blonde woman sobbed. "What have they done to you? My own son! God! Oh, God! I'll kill them all! I'll see them all in prison!"
She was beside herself, and Janet watched coolly, gradually getting back her lost breath recovering from the hard shock.