Chapter 10
By rights, considering her self-torturing guilt-and-fear attacks, the terror of her nightmares, and the flood of reaction brought by the dog man's call, Elizabeth should have been unable to sleep. But there was something so warm and relaxing about Jeff Brigance's call, and her bodily and mental response to it, that she immediately fell asleep, naked, leaving both her sweat-soaked nightie and the revealing shorty gown on a chair. The warmth of summer protected her; her sleep was deep and dreamless.
True, she awoke sometime in the dark quiet of the night with the pressure of a full bladder, but there was something so warm and human about sitting on the toilet and relieving herself that it gave her a little shiver of pleasure. All of the sweet and intricate apparatus of reproduction, function, and fun were still sensitive after the events of the last two days, so that the expelling of a stream of warm piss was a nice little thrill. And since, as every woman knows, the muscular contractions used in the finalizing of a pee are the same as when an enraptured cunt flutters and squeezes on a cock-or a caressing tongue-there was a mild but delicious enjoyment in that humble act.
But she had a strange awakening.
She heard it first as if in a dream. A small voice crying: "Hey, Miz Cantrell! Help!" And then, as she struggled up through layer after layer of sleep, it came louder, clearer: "MIZ CANTRELL, PLEASE! HELP! HELP!"
In a haze of half-awake confusion, and with the voice seeming to be just outside her bedroom window, which was preposterous, Elizabeth snatched up the first garment at hand, which happened to be the ultra-short, see-through nightgown. As she pulled it over her head, the pleading voice came again. Definitely, the plea for help came from outside her second floor window.
There was a balcony along the side of the house, and the windows were, in fact, French doors, so she stepped out, still not completely awake, onto the small porch.
Just below her, desperately hanging to the fork of a big old elm tree that shaded her windows, was the heavy-shouldered youth who had rung her bell yesterday. Lex Gregoe, wasn't that his name? All that she remembered clearly was his evident ownership of abundant life and virility, his sharp, clean male smell.
Below him, there was the big dog, Coley, whose snarls, while low in volume, were deadly in intent. Every few seconds, the dog would gather his haunches into knots of muscle and leap, in frightening intensity, as high as he could toward the hanging figure of the big boy. Each time, as the terrorized youth drew himself up as far as he could go, the hot breath of the ferocious animal must have touched his broad, tightly-clad ass, for each time, the boy screamed again.
His arms were tiring, and the tree and its fork were too big for him to swing and get his leg over the big limb to safety. He looked at the suddenly appearing woman as at a guardian angel, and his voice weakly cried, "Oh, God, Miz Cantrell, please help me!"
Elizabeth leaned over the balcony rail, unaware or uncaring that her warm, wet, sleep-swollen cunt was so plainly visible. She waved an arm at the dog and shouted: "Coley! Quiet, damn you! Stop it! Sit! Sit, damn you!"
Her voice, established yesterday as that of his owner-as well as a strangly motivated friend-gradually got through to the animal. He was, like most well trained guard dogs, schooled to look and sound more vicious than he actually was. So that, in fact, his emotions were less violent than they appeared to be.
In fact, when he sat, looking up at his mistress fondly, knowing he had done his job, his big, heavy tail was wagging. And, when Elizabeth said, "Go back, Coley! Go in the house," he obediently arose and trotted toward the rear of the big home. "All right, Lex," the woman said kindly, "you can slide down."
She had stepped back from the balcony rail, and now she realized why the big boy, his arms still desperately clutching the tree, was staring. At her own level, he would have seen all of her fine legs, with perhaps one or two stray cunt hairs hanging below the hem of her nightie. But now, holding precariously to a limb three feet lower than she, he could look up directly into the pink, warm crevice of her twat.
She felt a slight rush of giddy blood throughout her body, and a strange sense of wonder that a man, so recently saved from the attack of a strong and vicious dog, could not take his mind from the sweetness, the comfort, the rewards of a warmly living pussy.
He let go his hold and dropped to the ground, his weight bringing a "whoosh!" of breath from him, and it was then that Elizabeth saw the other boy, the slender, dark Jorge Leyes. And her warm and sympathetic heart went out to him.
He must have escaped the first rush of the dog, but not entirely. When Lex had raced for the tree, the Mexican boy had, as her first guess, dodged the dog and made a run for the stacks of chain-link fence wire. He was lying on top of it, holding his right arm with his left hand, and watching a bright stream of blood drip down across his palm and off his fingers.
Elizabeth cried, "Help him!" and dashed inside for the stairs. By the time she had gotten to the porch, the Gregoe boy had pulled his co-worker down from the pile of wire and the two were walking across the lawn. "Thank God!" the woman said. "He's not hurt too much!"
She insisted that both boys come upstairs where she had more first aid supplies, and she totally forgot the fact that her very admirable femaleness was covered only by a very sheer, very short garment. But the boys did not forget it.
They were behind her on the stairs as she hurried before them, and as her softly muscled ass cheeks moved in counterpoint, they could see the richness of her cunt, the thick lips pulling this way and that with each step up, and the pink inner lips, shiny with her cunt goo.
As it turned out, poor Coley was innocent. Young Leyes had gashed his forearm as he scrambled up the rolls of fencing. The cut was not deep, just a ragged, ugly wound that bled profusely. When it had been sprayed with an antiseptic, and bandaged with gauze and tape, however, he remained on the bed, and put out a hand to Elizabeth as she knelt by him.
"Oh, thank you, Miz Cantrell!" he groaned. "At least the bleeding's stopped. But can you get me to a doctor? Mister Lacey brought us this morning, and we don't have wheels."
Behind Elizabeth, the Gregoe boy spread his hands and raised his eyebrows, but young Jorge closed his eyes, made a fumbling clutch at his crotch, and moaned in anguish.
The tender-hearted woman grabbed his hand. "What is it?" she asked. "Where are you hurt? I'll get a doctor here!"
The boy's dark head rolled on the pillow. No! No!" he grated. "I don't think it's that bad. Is there any blood?" and he opened his strong, slender thighs, showing the imprint of a large male organ and a thundering big pair of balls out-lined by the fabric. Elizabeth's breath became faster.
"It's in my groin," the boy said brokenly. "I don't know how bad it is. But it's hurting me!"
"Just a minute," Elizabeth said huskily, all efficiency. "If it's a cut, we have to bandage it. Let me see!"
With skillful fingers, she unfastened his belt and the flat hook of his jeans. She pulled the zipper down, the pungent scent of a male crotch, warmed by hard work under a summer sun, and not too recently bathed, swept up to her nostrils, almost crazing her with lust. She looked around at Lex Gregoe and snapped: "Get me a towel from the bathroom!" and inserted one smooth, warm hand into the darkness of the enclosing slacks. When she felt the size of his cock, her heart thudded, and she quickly brought it out. In another tender movement, she brought his balls out, loving the way they felt in her hand, their wrinkled skin, their stubby hairs, the dampness of boyish crotch-sweat.
To help her with whatever she had in mind, the boy raised his hips, and Elizabeth, acting automatically, reached under him to pull his Levi's and shorts down over his lean hips, along his thighs.
She had held his cock in her left hand all this time, and, as she felt a ripple of feeling throb in it, and saw the head peeping out from his thick foreskin, she licked her lips in avid lust and raised the big tool, sucking it deep into her mouth.
At the same time, she ran her other hand up and down on the inside of each thigh, caressing him with a firm pressure, and a dawning appreciation of these two tough kids swept her as the Mexican did not flinch.
She heard the other kid, the broad-shouldered blond, come into the room, and she took the cock out of her mouth. "Pull his pants off, quick," she ordered. "I think he's badly hurt. We have to help him!"
She was sitting with her bare, smooth rump on her naked heels, feeling the warm air in the room play in the sensitized hairs on her cuntlips, and she choked back a laugh as Lex tugged his partner's Levi's down. Both boys were silent, neither of them yet understanding the implications of what was happening. If there was some sort of trouble they could get in, neither of them wanted it.
"Oh, I think he's hurt himself. This thing seems to be swelling!" the woman cried, and once again she went down on Jorge's cock, now hard and reaching toward her mouth at an angle. It's taste was as delightfully man-like as any woman could have wanted, and as she pushed the thick foreskin back with her lips, her tongue picked up little semi-solid lumps of some cheese-like substance. Smegma! she thought rapturously. There was a raunchy scent, a hard, masculine savor as she went all the way down, burying her nose in the dense tangle of black pubic hair. But now the Mexican boy had lost his nervousness. His body relaxed, his slender hands held her head as he fucked up deeply into her throat.
But she had not lost her awareness in all this quick rush of lust. She was deeply tickled at the boldness of the slim Mexican, and now she wanted to put Lex at ease. And to work. So she pulled her head away, laughing, and slapping at Jorge's bobbing cock.
"Shame on you, both!" she cried, looking around to where the big Gregoe kid stood, his big prick straining out painfully against his tight work pants. "Taking advantage of a poor, homely old widow like this!"
The big boy gulped, his face redder than ever, but Elizabeth's tone was so bright, her smile so merry, that he realized he had nothing to fear.
He swaggered toward her, thrusting out his crotch. His hands were at his belt buckle, and the woman ran his zipper down just as he got himself freed from the cincture around his waist. She looked up at him, seeing the intensity of his young passion, and said: "Show it to me, big boy, and I'll show you how to suck a banana!"
He pushed his slacks and shorts down, letting his cock stand up straight and hard. He had had a lot of pussy in his short life, but he had never made it with a grown woman, especially a woman with the beauty and warmth of this one. His voice was trembling as he said: "Can you suck two cocks at a time, Miz Cantrell?"
In Elizabeth's heart, a great warmth had been growing from the moment she had let these kids in. She remembered Tommy's name for them-"a couple of cunt-heads"-and their strength, their youthful maleness, had made her aware again that she was a woman. That she owned something wonderful. That it was hers, to do with as she wished.
But, she had told herself, it's no fucking good unless you share it!
Sitting on her heels, and turning as she had to face the beautiful, shiny-stiff prick of the Gregoe boy, one heel slid up and mashed against the drippy, quakingly tender cuntlips, forced inside by the weight of her body. She jerked as the hard sweep or orgasm flicked at her raw, red-veined inner lips, and in reflex, she clutched the hard stem of Lex's cock. The ache of need and desire deep within her made her tremble, and for a moment, she felt so weak that she had to lay her head on the boy's groin. He smells like a goat, she thought happily, and then, boys are so sweet!
She swayed back and looked boldly up at Lex, licking her full, red lips. With the delicate care of a wine taster sampling a new vintage, she sniffed at the uncovered head of his cock, finding it every bit as tasty as Coley's had been last night, and arched her head so that she could impale her face on the big tool. It went back hard against her tonsil area, choking her with its delicious, rankly masculine savor, and she ran her tongue up and down it, giving the head a good tonguing.
"Oh, my dear!" she gasped as she pulled her head away, "that was so sweet!" And then, with a challenging smile: "Can you fuck?"
She let him go and turned back to the hard cock of Jorge Leyes. The dark and slender boy had his head raised, hungrily watching what was happening, and his prick was throbbing. He let out a low moan as she once more went down on him, and this time when he held her head, it was to slow her down. "Watch it, Miz Cantrell," he gasped, "this is so good, I don't want to shoot it too soon!"
As she had bent to take the long, sweet tool into her mouth, Elizabeth had raised her body so that she was kneeling with her thighs straight, and she had spread her knees so that Lex, dropping to his knees, had a gorgeous view of her cunt, its thick lips open so that the sloppy-lovely inside showed red and slick. As he gaped at it, Elizabeth pointed a free hand to her rear, wagging her butt in warm invitation as she sucked hard on Jorge's prick.
She felt the burning inside her again, felt the juice run down her thighs as her cunt had popped open. I'll cum the minute he sticks that big, hard thing in my poor little pussy, she said in the secret quiet of her mind, enjoying each word as she formed it mentally. She was moaning with anguished heat, and the vocal sounds, smothered by the size of the Mexican cock which stuffed her drooling mouth, made a vibration that set Jorge to plunging and screaming: "Oh, suck it, lady! Oh, you're so good! OH, WOW! SUCK ME, BABY! SUCK ME!"
He had not yet begun to cum, but he was thrilling from his asshole to the ruby tip of his tender cock, wanting the release a good suck would furnish his overstrained balls. He saw his pal, from the comer of his eyes, drop out of sight behind the lovely woman who was gargling his tightly-strung penis so well, and he reached quickly for one of the bobbing titties which looked so intriguing in their see-through lace and chiffon.
As he squeezed with long, strong fingers, pinching Elizabeth's sex-swollen breast until the nipple stood out like a bullet, the other boy, blind with heat, touched his cock to the open cunt with its wealth of female lubricant, and rammed it in with all the power of his muscular body.
It was long and thick, and it filled the woman with hard meat and a joy almost unbearable. It struck her womb with a jolt that shot marvelous pain deep up her, twisting her guts, making the iron grip on her breast feel even more glorious.
She clung to the cock in her mouth, the thumb and fingers of one hand around its base, and had freedom to whip her responsive ass from side to side, keeping her soft asscheeks against young Gregoe's belly, making his hard cock thrash from side to side in the tender walls of her cunt.
He was stabbing it into her as hard as he could, and now he was sitting on his own heels, and the woman's lovely ass and cunt were shoving back as if she were sitting in his lap for a back-seater, the lazy-man's fuck-style. If she's a poor, homely old widow, he thought with hard glee, I hope she knows some others just like her. His hands were around her strong body, and he pushed his pal's hands away from those long, full breasts, heavy now with the weight of passion-pumped blood. Even while his cock was probing her, even while her cunt was caressing his dick with lovely, muscular pressures, he warmed his hands on the smoothness, the firmness of her titties, squeezing the nipples between his fingers in brutal love.
Later, Jorge Leyes, laughing, told the other two that he had been squeezing his ass together so tight-"to hold it back, to make the lovely feeling last longer"-that his butt was tired. But for now, he had to let it go, and it was too much, too great.
That sweet face going down, then coming up, the soft cheeks sunken so deep with her desire to blow him thoroughly, the sweet lips wet with her spit, shaping themselves to his throbbing peter. He felt the hard, painfully beautiful expansion of his cockhead as the hot seed burst up out of his nuts. He screamed again: "SO GOOD! OH, GOD, IT'S SO GOOD!" and he felt the woman's throat close each time his cock went all the way in, giving his nerve-taut cockhead such a sweetly ferocious massage that it seemed she would suck his young balls right up through his pumping cock.
In his own passion, he could not hear the gasping cries of his companion, and of course, his thick, heavy tool choked off this tender, lovely woman's cries of joy and love's pain. But he felt her slender, strong body leap in a convulsion of delight as her own orgasm wracked her so sweetly.
To Elizabeth, there was something so lovely about this odd three-way pleasure that she let it flow from each end, sucking up each lashing spurt of the dark boy's thick, sweetly rich jism, loving every salty-slick drop, even while her kinked vagina was plunging up and down on the long, strong dick of the Gregoe youth.
She felt him pumping it into her, felt each jarring thrust as her position and his power rammed deep into her tenderest spots. Every muscle in her vibrant cunt seemed to be pulling the seed from his loins, and the slick, thick juice was spreading over her bottom and his thighs as they both let their shuddering bodies go.
When she finally lifted her streaming mouth from Jorge's cock, quickly lapping up each drop that she could reach with lips and tongue, she reached behind her to clamp her arms over Lex's and whispered: "Don't take it out of me! Let it stay! My pussy loves it so much, baby!"
And then they both gave way and fell on their sides, laughing, with the big boy's cock still embedded in her juicy split, which told him, with its last flutters, that she was well fucked.
When his dick eventually slipped out from her tightness and its wilting, she moaned: "Please bring it up here so I can suck it!"
Her hunger for male semen did not seem, to her, a part of the wildness of fucking, even a factor in her uncontrollable need to mouth and lick the dicks of teenagers. It was a deeper, kinder sensation, a need to have them, in truth, for her mind considered a boy's seed as the essence of the boy. It was him, this pearly-white thickness that poured, hot and sweet, from the depths of his young balls. one held Lex's cock carefully between her forefinger and thumb, not wishing to lose any part of the lovely treat by smearing with her hands. She licked deeply into the crisp and mossy pubic hair, sucking up the juices which had spilled out of her cunt and spread all over the base of his belly. It gave her a feeling of warmth and closeness to take a mouthful of this crisp adornment into her mouth, sucking on it, getting up the sweat as well as his cum and hers.
Still holding the limbering cock away from its next of hair, she gently sucked up first one ball, then another. The Gregoe boy's gonads were much larger than Tommy's, and much hairier. In a flash of recollection, she thought of the huge, rankly perfumed balls of the dog trainer, and the mental picture gave her a new twist of feeling in her vagina, a new wave of warmth around her cuntal spread.
The sight of the gleaming fluid on the boy's prick tempted her appetite as no food delicacy ever could. In spite of the growing warmth in her pussy, she licked calmly and carefully, getting every last, stray drop of the rich mixture of his-and-her cum goo.
She became conscious of a gentle touch in the creases of her ass, a voluptuous feeling that raced new fire through her body. Without releasing her hold on Lex's dick, she reached her free hand down and felt the head of the Mexican boy.
He was licking vigorously between the cheeks of her ass, and she turned completely on her tummy and spread her thighs so that he could reach her cum-oozing pussy from the rear. To aid him, she humped her loins up from the floor, and he got an arm under her, holding her tender cunt up to his sucking mouth. As he rooted hard in this cum-flooded area, she felt the piercing sweetness of his strong young tongue stab at her quivering asshole.
She thought at first that it might have been an accident, and giggled as she held the warm, soft mouthful of peter in her mouth, working the skin back with her tongue. But the feeling came again, and then, a glorious burst of sensation which seemed to turn her inside out, and she knew he was sucking her ass and digging into it with his tongue. And, when he moved the hand under her belly to pry into the upper slot of her newly aroused pussy, she sucked Lex's young cock deep into her throat and began to hammer her loins up and down on the deep shag carpet, cumming as hard as she had only a few moments before, releasing all her sex-needs and cuntal hungers, feeling the hard knot of desire burst far up inside her like rockets exploding in the dark sky, an almost unbearable pleasure tingling in her clit, her fuck-hole, even up around her womb and ovaries.
The two boys tenderly lifted the happily exhausted woman up onto the bed, and the Mexican boy, in some ancient sense of propriety, tried to pull the shortie nightgown down so that it would cover the throbbing, swollen pussy. The gesture touched Elizabeth so that she held his hand and kissed it, while tears poured down her cheeks. "You're so sweet," she whispered. And then, reaching for Lex Gregoe's hand, she said, "I wish you could stay longer."
He had pulled on part of his clothes, and he grinned as he pointed at her clock. She rolled off the bed and stood up.
"After eight o'clock," he said. "Old Man Lacey might be here any minute. He wants this wire up and finished by noon. No way, far as I can see." He prodded Jorge Leyes with his toe. "Come on, Brother George," he admonished. "Let's get it on."
The slender boy got up and fastened his pants. He put an arm around Elizabeth and hugged her. "You're just the greatest," he said fervently. "The greatest. D'you know that?" There was no doubting his sincerity.
"For a homely, wornout old lady-was that what you called yourself?" Young Gregoe picked her up with his powerful arms. "I wish some of the young chicks around this town were as sweet and good as you are," he declared. "You really know something, Miz Cantrell." He set her down and squeezed her pliant ass with the same pressure that Jeff Brigance had used, giving her the same sense of being opened. She recalled what Jorge had done for her.
With shining eyes, she put her arms around both of them. The feel of young manhood-of boyhood, really, but they were men, too-gave her a deep thrill. "You'll have to stop for lunch," she said.
"Yeah," Lex laughed. "And a break for a drink of water. Or something refreshing." He gave one of her tingling breasts a hard, affectionate squeeze.
"Or something," echoed the dark boy.