Chapter 4
There was only one way to describe Gail's present state of mind: frustration. After watching Madge fuck the messenger, bringing him to climax, after realizing that she would have to walk away unsatisfied, after wanting to get fucked, all of this had flooded her mind and her body with that one sensation-frustration.
She was now walking aimlessly about. There was no pattern to her walk, and she thought that she would just keep walking. Somewhere deep inside of her, there was a vague instinct for her to walk towards home.
Her apartment actually belonged to her aunt, who had given her the run of it during the summer. She knew that the best thing for her to do would be to return to the place. There she could take a nice shower, relax, and logically think things out. Sensible was the best way to describe what she should do, but somehow she didn't feel like doing the sensible thing.
It was as if there were two parts of her warring against each other. One was the more sensible part and the other was longing for cock. She had been taught that ladies, that proper people only had sex after they got married, and as of yet she had not fucked.
Oh, there were plenty of times that she had wanted to, like this afternoon, but each time she had restrained herself. Now she was flooded with the desire for fucking. She decided then that she would screw convention and do as she wanted. It was high time that she really started living.
In her southward progress, Gail had also been wandering westwards. Now she found herself on the edge of Central Park. She decided to go inside, find a quiet bench in a secluded corner of the park and sit there while she tried to collect her thoughts. The park was not as crowded as usual. Storm clouds overhead were causing most strollers to desert its open spaces for the shelter of bars and restaurants.
Gail did not care if it rained or not. She slumped into the first empty bench she .found and tried to pull herself together. Besides suffering from an itchy pussy, she was also hungry and tired. More tired than she had at first realized. Maybe it would have been wise to head for home. Still, though, it was so peaceful here in the park. She could relax here just as well as at home...
Bang! The heavy basketball caromed off the side of Gail's head with force enough to send whole constellations of stars churning across her field of vision!
"What the hell!" she gasped, staring wildly around her. "Who, what-" Then she saw the boy running toward her.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he was crying. "I-I didn't mean to do that, honestly I didn't! Did I hurt you bad?" He was a slightly-built blonde boy about twelve years of age. Genuine concern flashed from his eyes. He came to where she was still slumped on the bench and put his arm around her shoulder. She almost had the feeling that he was prepared to give her first aid if she turned out to be genuinely injured!
His humility and sincerity melted her at once. "It-it's all right," she smiled. "Accidents will happen. Don't give it a second thought." He really was a sweet boy! Gail smoothed her brown hair and wiped the smudge the ball had left on her cheek. "Don't worry about it."
"Sure there isn't something I can do?" His eyes were still wide with alarm.
"Yes," Gail smiled. She fished in her purse and took out some coins. "You can buy us some ice cream. There's a vendor right over there-see him? Get me a chocolate popsicle. Get whatever you want for yourself. Okay?" She dropped the coins in his hand.
Relieved at being let off so easily, the boy scampered along the path. He was back with the ice cream in only a minute. Gail patted the seat alongside her. "Sit down and keep me company," she suggested. "You're really a very nice-looking boy. What's your name? Do you live around here?"
"My name's Allie," the boy responded shyly. "I live on Madison Avenue. My mother lets me come here to play sometimes. She says it's all right if I talk to ladies. But she doesn't want me to speak to men. She says there are so many queers and perverts around."
"Oh, that certainly is so!" Gail quickly agreed. "No, you certainly should steer clear of any men that might approach you. Have any of them ever bothered you?"
"A couple of times," he admitted uncomfortably.
"What did they do to you?" Gail felt her heart beating faster as she posed the question.
"Oh, they-they showed me their dicks and tried to talk dirty to me," the boy stammered. "It made me feel awful strange!"
"Oh, it certainly should!" Gail agreed. She seemed to reflect for a moment. Then she said, "Allie, take a good look at my cheek. It feels bruised. The ball didn't break the skin, did it?"
"Gee, I hope not!" the boy exclaimed, instantly sympathetic. He leaned close, minutely appraising Gail's cheek. "Hmmm ... " he murmured, "no, it's not bleeding or anything-"
Gail couldn't understand at all how she could have been so careless. At that very moment, with the boy's leg close against her thigh, she dropped her popsicle. It fell, making a squishy puddle in his lap. "Oh!" Gail cried exasperatedly, "now it's my turn to apologize, Allie!"
Hastily extracting a tiny handkerchief from her purse, she commenced to dab at his lap. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she repeated over and over. "Your mother will want to kill me for this!" She dabbed harder and harder. Then she felt his crotch with her hand. "It still feels wet," she declared ruefully. "How does it feel to you?"
"Wet," he admitted. "And kind of sticky!" Gail boldly zipped the boy's fly down. "We'll just have to go beneath the surface!" she exclaimed with a wink. Then she jumped as if shocked. "Oh!" she cried, "I'm sorry, Allie! I didn't realize you weren't wearing any underwear!"
"I never do," he informed her calmly. "My mother says underwear is for sissies. Real men don't wear it, she says. So that's why I'm all bare underneath."
Gail cupped her handkerchief beneath his balls. Her heart pounded and her throat felt so dry she couldn't speak above a whisper.
"Am I embarrassing you?" she asked, as she slid her hanky up and down the pinkness of his solid shaft. "If I make you feel awkward, just say so, Allie."
"No," he said, fastening his pure, clear gaze on her scarlet features. "Mom would get real sore if I came home with my new pants all stained! And I don't have a handkerchief. So you might as well do it."
"All right," Gail acquiesced. She gulped as she took his little cock in her bare hand. "It still feels a little sticky, but it's dry, at least. Goodness, Allie-I just-I just can't help wondering what your mother would say if she came along right now and found a strange woman fondling her son's cock. Not knowing about the ice cream and all, you know? What do you think she'd say." Gail stammered at practically every other word.
The boy shrugged and smiled a crooked little smile. "I don't see why she should say much," he declared. "She's always got her hands inside my pants anyway."
"What!" Gail was aghast.
"Sure. Whenever we're alone, she's always opening up my pants and taking out my thing. You'd think it was some kind of toy or something." As he spoke, Gail could feel the member grow rock-stiff in her hand. Relinquishing it only with the greatest effort, she took the boy's hand and led him into a clump of bushes.
"Show me what else she does, Allie," Gail urged. They were perfectly alone now, shielded by the bushes from the prying eyes of spectators in practically every direction. "Show me some of the other things you and your mother do when you're alone together. Don't tell me. Show me!"
"Well..." the boy began awkwardly. "You won't get mad, no matter what I do?"
"I promise," Gail swore. "Honest to shit, Allie, you can do anything to me you like and I promise not to get the least little bit mad."
"All right," he said. Allie calmly reached up under Gail's skirt and :commenced to fondle her pussy. "She-likes to have me do this," he explained. His slim young fingers mauled her sopping pussy hair and one finger tentatively probed her outer cunt lips.
Gail jumped as if stung with an electric current. Her eyes narrowed. "You're making this up, aren't you?" she exclaimed. "I'll bet your mother doesn't let you do any such thing!"
"Yes she does!" the boy vowed, his voice rising. "Of course, there's something you should know. Maybe I should have told you before. She's not my real mother. My real mother died. Phyllis is my father's second wife. But she's wonderful. She's like a real mother to me."
"I-I see what you mean," Gail said, a great light suddenly dawning. She flopped down on the damp grass. Her miniskirt was well above her hips as she said, "What happens next after your mother feels your dick and makes it nice and hard and stiff the way it is now. Does she do what I've just done?"
"You mean, lie down and show me everything she's got between her legs? Yes, she's always doing that. Do you want to see what I do then?"
"Yes! Show me!"
The boy knelt down alongside her and began to lick her pussy. The inner surfaces of Gail's ass-cheeks were also exposed to the boy's gaze between her wide-split legs and he began to lick these also. His nose felt good and kind of tickly between her buttocks.
"You and your mother play some pretty exciting games together, don't you?" Gail laughed. She caressed the back of Allie's head as he mouthed her intimate parts. "Do you like doing that?" she asked him. "Don't you mind the pissy smell?"
"Oh no," he replied, "you smell sweet between the legs. My mother really smells pissy! But I don't mind-it makes me feel all funny inside. It makes my dick get hard. I like that!"
Gail took his hand and made him sit beside her. She took Allie's dick in her fingers and said, "It feels very hard now. You have a nice penis, Allie. It's not very long and it's not very thick, but it's pretty. It's the sort of penis a girl wouldn't hesitate to put in her mouth-it's so pink and clean-looking! Does your mother ever take it in her mouth?"
Allie nodded "Lots of times."
"Does she let you come in her mouth? Do you know what I mean by 'come' ? "
"Yes," he replied bashfully. "That's when I shoot that white stuff out the end of my dickie."
Gail hugged him, laughing. "You know quite a lot!" she praised him. "I'll bet you have a lot of little girlfriends in school, don't you?"
"No," he shook his head unhappily. "I don't go to a school like most boys. I was very sick with meningitis three years ago and the doctor said it would be better if I had a private tutor. I'm not really strong. I need lots of naps and special food. I'm home practically all day. With Mother."
"How nice for your mother!" Gail remarked. She was still caressing the boy's privates. "But you haven't answered my question, Allie. Does your mother let you come in her mouth?"
"Oh sure! You know how she-likes me to do it? She-likes to he down on the floor and have me kneel over her with my legs spread. Then she jerks my cock until I come. She-likes to watch the drops oozing from my dick from a height of about a foot over her face." The boy gestured with his hands to show Gail the distance he meant. "She-likes to watch them dribble out and then she tries to catch the gobs of come in her mouth. She always talks about how hot my come feels when it splashes against her face."
"What becomes of the part that she doesn't catch in her mouth?" Gail asked slyly. Now she had her hand all the way inside his pants and was ecstatically feeling his butter-soft young ass through his fly, making her hand creep up between his legs. She had been fearful that he might become nervous and embarrassed and set up a cry. But he seemed perfectly at ease. He didn't even flinch when she impudently pinched his ass with her nails.
"The part she doesn't catch in her mouth? Oh, she scrapes it off her face with her hand and eats it," the boy replied nonchalantly.
"Hmmm ... " Gail murmured reflectively, "so you're home all day alone with your mother, except when your tutor is there. How many times during the day does she jerk you and suck you and things like that?"
"It all depends on how she feels. She already made me come twice today."
"Twice already! Well, your mother certainly gets a lot of action out of her little boy, doesn't she? How did she-I mean, what did you and she do so far?"
"Well, when I woke up this morning, she was already in bed with me. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her, huddled under the covers. It felt wonderful, waking up like that with my dick sloshing around in her mouth! I just lay there quietly, pretending not to notice, trying to make the enjoyment last as long as I could. She didn't know I was awake. Gradually she straightened out her body until her hips were right in my face. The bunch of hair between her legs was all wet and smelly. It got me excited right away. Then I saw that the hair was wet from that white stuff that comes out of a boy's dick. So I figured Mother and Dad had been fooling around together before she came into my room.
Something came over me as soon as I saw it. I-I guess I went out of my head for a second! I gave up trying to pretend to be asleep. I leaned my head over and began to suck the white stuff and the sweat and everything else off the hair. There was a lot of it between her legs, and I licked that off too!"
"You ate your father's sperm?" Gail asked incredulously.
"I wouldn't do such a thing ordinarily," the boy explained. "But honest, Mother is so soft and squashy between the legs and this white stuff looked so good the way it was smeared into her big clump of hair and some of it was dribbling out of her hole and running out over her legs-it just looked so good-like tapioca pudding-that I had to eat it!"
"Allie, dear," Gail said, "would you mind dreadfully if I take your pants down? Your ass feels so good in my hands, I'd like to see what it looks like. I'll bet it's a real beauty!"
"Go right ahead," the boy said unselfconsciously. With trembling fingers, Gail unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and dragged his trousers down to ankle level. She kissed his buttocks. Then, cuddling his genitals in her hand once more, she said, "Well, go on, Allie. What happened next?"
"Well, I got so excited while I was licking Mother's pee-hole that I couldn't control myself and I shot my sperm into her mouth right away. We lay there for a few minutes, then Mother raised her head from under the covers and asked me, 'Did you enjoy eating Daddy's sperm, dear?' I told her yes. She smiled at me and said, "Well dear, there's more where that came from! Your father fucked me twice before he left for work this morning. Once he came inside my pussy. The next time he just stuck his cock between my legs and came between the cheeks of my ass. If you like the taste of his come, you'll find plenty of it smeared all over my ass. Why don't you lick my ass, dear? Go ahead-enjoy yourself!"
"So I did. Her can was still wet and slimy from where Dad had shot his load all over her. So I licked it all up and then I began to chew on this thick mat of hair she has between the cheeks of her can. It was all soppy from Daddy's sperm and all sweaty besides, but it tasted real good. Mother-likes me to take a firm grip on her hair with my teeth and then yank it and chew it. She says she-likes the way it hurts!"
Still maintaining a steadfast grip on Allie's dick, Gail moved his right hand between her legs. She held it there, loving the feel of his small, tender hand on her twat. "Did you suck your mother's ass-hole?" she asked.
He giggled. "Yes," he replied. "I sucked it and sucked it! It was real juicy. Mother was crouched over me on her hands and knees. She was moaning arid sometimes almost screaming and once the maid knocked on the door to ask if something was wrong. Mother calmed down right after that and she told the maid to bring in my breakfast. After breakfast, my tutor arrived and I studied with him until noon. I always have a two-hour lunch break before I have to go back to my studies. The doctor wants me to take a nice long nap every day right after lunch, but lately I've had to skip it."
"Why is that?" Gail wanted to know.
"As soon as I lie down, Mother comes in and sits on the edge of my bed and asks me if I've fallen asleep yet. Of course, I have to say no. Then she asks if it would calm me down to have my dickie stroked. And I say yes. It does calm me at first and I can feel myself drowsing off. But Mother is never content to stop there.
"She handles it and handles it till it gets real hard. She can see it poking up inside my pants. So then she acts real indignant and says, 'Well, there's no sense wasting a perfectly good hard-on!' She opens up my pants and lifts her skirt and the next thing I know she's lying on top of me and my dickie is inside her. She grinds her bare stomach against mine until I come. Sometimes I'm so tired afterward I fall asleep with the full weight of her on top of me."
"So you've already climaxed twice today!" Gail observed. "What happens during the evening?"
"She leaves me alone mostly in the evening, at least the early part," the boy replied. "Eight o'clock, though, is when she gives me my bath. She fills the bathtub with nice, hot water and soaps me all over. Then she works up lots of nice, warm, gooey lather in her hands and soaps my dick and my balls. She takes a long time about it ... she's always saying a boy can't be too clean around his privates. She makes me stand up in the bathtub and she sits on a low stool alongside the tub. And she massages my dick continuously with warm soapsuds."
"She's just giving you a final jerk-off for the day, you realize that, don't you?" Gail remarked rather acidly.
"I know. But it feels so good! And I always fall asleep right away after my bath. Sometimes I even fall asleep right there in the bathroom while she's drying me off. It's such a wonderful feeling, resting my head against her soft breasts while she dries me with a big, fluffy bath towel. She's awfully good to me. Nicer than my real mother was." The boy hesitated for a moment. Then his features clouded slightly and he said, "I-I just hope I don't get like Brian, that's all!"
"Who's Brian?" Gail asked.
"He's my brother. He's a year older than I am.
"I didn't realize you had a brother! Does he live at home with you?"
"He used to," Allie replied, grimacing slightly. "About three months ago they took him away to the hospital. Now he's in a nursing home. The doctor says he may have to stay a long while."
"Why?" Gail asked. "What's the matter with him?"
"He got real nervous and they had to put him away. You see, he used to be Mother's favorite. She never used to play with my dick or crawl into bed with me or anything while Brian was still at home. Sometimes-I'm not sure about this-but sometimes I only think Phyllis married Daddy so she could be near Brian. When she thought they were alone, she was always calling Brian 'honey' and 'lover' and 'sweetheart.' Sometimes I would come home from playing here in the park and I'd find Brian and Mother dancing in the living room. They'd have the lights turned down real low and it would be real romantic..."
"How old is Brian?" Gail asked.
"He's only thirteen," Allie replied. "Only a year older than me. like I was saying, they'd be dancing together with the lights real dim. He'd have his hands up under her skirt, feeling up her bare can while they kind of swayed together, real close. They didn't know I was watching, but I could see everything.
"Anyhow, they were so wrapped up in each other, like, that you could have set off a bomb in the room and they wouldn't have noticed it! Sometimes he'd feel up her ass with one hand while they danced, while his other hand would be inside her dress handling her breasts.
"Once, I noticed his naked dick was sticking out of his pants and poking through her legs while they danced. But she wasn't feeling him up or anything like that. She had both arms around his neck and was kissing him on the mouth and saying, 'Fuck my thighs with that hot cock of yours, Brian. It feels so good having your wonderful young prick sliding between my legs. I could dance forever in your arms, lover!'
"Well anyhow, that's how it was. Then one day Daddy had to go off on a business trip. He was gone five days. During that time, Mother had Brian in bed with her every night. All night. I could hear them giggling and moaning and making the bedsprings squeak like crazy! Brian always looked a wreck the next day. I don't know how he managed to get through the day at school.
"The day before Daddy was due to come back was a Saturday. Mother drove us out someplace on Long Island so we could have a picnic. It was sometime in April and the weather had just begun to turn warm. Both Brian and I were sitting in the front seat with Mother. Brian was sitting right next to Mother, of course, and as soon as we got out on the open road, she ripped his zipper open and started to jerk him off. Brian seemed to enjoy it, all right, but I noticed he didn't come as much as usual. Other times when we'd be out driving, Mother would jerk his cock and his sperm would shoot so high it splashed all over the windshield!
"But not this time. It just oozed out over her hand. She kidded him about it and he smiled, but he didn't say much. When we got to the picnic grounds, we had a nice lunch and afterwards, Mother suggested I go for a walk. I knew what that meant. I went a little ways into the woods, then I turned around and watched them from behind the trees. Mother already had Brian down on his back and was fucking him like crazy. I'd never actually seen people fuck before. I'd watched Mother and Brian do other things but this was the first time I really saw her put his dong inside her. It got boring after a while, though, so I went and had a nice, long walk.
"When I came back, Brian was sitting on the grass with his back up against a tree. Mother had her face buried inside his fly. Brian was sort of crying and laughing at the same time. 'No more, Ma!' he kept saying, 'I can't take any more. Please, Ma-take your mouth off my dick, it's no fun any more!' He was laughing and thrashing around the way a person does when they're being tickled too much. Ati first Mother didn't seem to pay a lot of attention. She kept on sucking him off. She was holding him by the ass so he couldn't get away. Finally, though, Brian began to holler and scream. Mother took her face out of his fly and looked at him. I could see her chin and mouth were all scummy and glistening with Brian's sperm. She had a dazed look in her eyes like she couldn't think of anything but my brother's cock.
"When it finally dawned on her that something was really wrong with him, though, she snapped around in a hurry. Between the two of us we managed to drag Brian into the car even though he was still crying real hysterical-like and thrashing around like a wild animal. I held him still while Mother drove. His pants were still open and his dick was dangling out. All of a sudden, he started to shoot sperm. Honest, I've never seen anything like it in all my life! He sat there between us on the front seat and every couple of minutes his dick would give a big twitch and a gob of thick, yellow scum would shoot out the end and plop onto the floor! Without anybody touching it, I mean.
"That's when Mother really got scared. 'We're not going home, Allie," she told me, 'we're heading straight for the hospital.' And we did. They kept Brian there for three days and then took him to the nursing home. He still acts silly and laughs a lot. He doesn't seem to recognize us when we go to visit him. The therapists have tried to get him interested in basket weaving and wood carving and things like that, but all he wants to do is play with his prick. Sometimes they have to put him in a straightjacket. They have to inject novocaine into his cock to make it numb. It's awful! I hope I never get that way."
Gail was mute as the boy finished his story. He seemed on the verge of tears. She kissed him on his eyelids, saying, "I hope you don't either, dear. You're a wonderfully sweet young fellow and I'm glad now you bounced your basketball against my head. Otherwise we would never have met!"
But, deep inside, she was thinking: Why should his mother have exclusive title to his cock? She isn't even his real mother! There's not a reason in the world why one woman should have so much when others have nothing!
So she drew Allie down beside her on the grass. Her skirt was almost at the level of her breasts and the boy's pants were down around his ankles. Sliding her body atop the boy's, Gail said, "Just he there awhile, darling. I want to see if your cock fits my cunt. Oh, it does! You have a sweet needle-dick, do you know that? Lie still, darling, I know you're tired. Let me do the work. You've never been fucked by anyone but your mother, have you?"
Allie's eyes were glistening as he shook his head.
"All right," Gail went on, "this will give you a chance to compare. You can play with my tits if you want to, dearest. That's right, don't be shy..." Gail began to pump her ass up and down over the boy's slim, fragile form. Her tits were dangling out of the front of her dress, slithering merrily over the boy's face, tickling him and making him laugh.
Suddenly, completely out of nowhere, Gail felt a sharp-pointed woman's heel gouging her backside and she heard a woman's harsh voice exclaim, "What the fuck do you think you're doing to my son? Get up! Get up this instant, or I'll call the police!"
Gail rolled off the boy. She stared bewilderedly up at the young woman who stood over her. The woman, an ash-blonde in her late twenties, was literally trembling with rage as she cursed and spat at Gail. "Get up!" she screamed again, "what kind of a country is this where a mother can't send her son out to play in the park without having him attacked by all sorts of degenerates?"
"We were only playing," Gail mumbled sullenly as she stood up and adjusted her clothing.
"Some play!" the woman screamed. Turning her attention to Allie, she cried, "Did she hurt you, Allie?"
"No," the boy replied, sitting up, "We were only having fun."
"I never heard of such a thing!" his stepmother cried indignantly. "A brazen bitch like this, stripping a boy out here in the public park so she can take advantage of him!"
Gail opened her mouth. She was on the point of saying, "You'd prefer to take advantage of him at home, wouldn't you?" But she realized only too well there was nothing she could say that wouldn't betray the boy. So, darting a final angry glance at the women, Gail stalked out of the bushes and quickly made her way out of the park.
If her pussy had itched before, it was a roaring blast furnace now! Twice this afternoon she had come to the very verge of having her steaming pussy hosed down with the cool stream from a male cock. Twice she had been frustrated. Gail wandered through the increasingly crowded streets and avenues, her mind turbulent, her eyes unseeing. Suddenly the storm, which had been gathering all through the late afternoon hours, struck.
Abruptly roused from her daze by the cold splash of rain, Gail gazed agitatedly around for a place to take shelter For the first time she realized she had walked all the way to Times Square. She stood there, bewildered by the intense commotion of thunderous traffic. The careless throng elbowed her remorselessly as it sought refuge from the downpour. The cold flicker of multi-colored neon signs that screamed unceasingly their invitations to squalid pleasures hurt her eyes.
The rain was now descending in a torrent. Gail was wearing only a flimsy, thin cotton dress with absolutely nothing underneath. She flared scarlet at the abrupt realization that the soaking rain had plastered the gauzy garment flat against her body, revealing every cleft, every protuberance, every outswelling curve in its full, prick-tingling voluptuousness. "Goodness!" she murmured, gazing down at herself, "why-why you can see my nipples right through the fabric as if I were walking down Broadway stark, bare ass naked!" Even the individual strands of her pussy hair were outlined with startling clarity against the whiteness of her skin.
Gail was standing right outside one of the cheap movie houses that line Forty-Second Street. She decided to step inside and risk a boring hour or two till the rain ceased, rather than risk pneumonia. The theater was nearly deserted-only a sprinkling of patrons dotted the orchestra section. It was very dark. Gail quickly found an isolated seat about halfway down, over against the left wall of the theatre. She settled gratefully into its plush softness ... she was really very tired. Only then did she turn her eyes on the screen.
Gail realized instantly that she couldn't have picked a worse place to take her mind off her problems. She cursed herself as she saw that she had inadvertently stumbled into one of the innumerable grind houses in the midtown area that feature "adult films" of the lowest order.
"Oh shit," she murmured as she recognized her mistake. On the screen, a burly man was stripping the clothes from a well-stacked brunette. He brandished a whip in her face. The brunette moaned and pleaded for mercy as she cuddled her lips against his fly...
Gail closed her eyes and settled her head against the back of the seat. She slumped all the way down into her chair, her slim, delightfully sinuous legs stretched out in all their wetly gleaming loveliness. "I'll just close my eyes for a few moments," she promised herself. "I'll rest a short while and then be on my way. This rain can't last more than a half-hour or so." She was bone-tired. The long walk and the nagging frustrations of the afternoon had wrung every last ounce of energy from her fragile body. It was only a matter of seconds before she sank into deep, oblivious slumber.
Gail came awake with a jolt. She had no idea how long she might have been asleep. It must have been more than just a few minutes, judging from the crick she had in her neck.
Shit, she thought, shit, shit, shit.
It took her only the briefest fraction of a second to realize that she was completely bare from neck to shoes! Someone, somehow, had taken a pair of scissors or a knife and neatly slit her dress right down the front, carefully laid back the folds and completely exposed her treasures in plain view! In the flickering light from the screen, the melony ripeness of Gail's tits, the pancake flatness of her dimpled belly, and the coy invitation of her sweetly puckered pussyflesh were a spectacle that far outshone the contrived drivel that pranced across the screen itself!
She did not dare move. Someone in the next seat was having a field day with her pussy. His fingers warily prowled the intriguing landscape of her crotch-sneakily roving the steamy marshes of her wide-gaping cunt, slyly yanking at the spun-glass softness of her downy muff, ecstatically reveling in the delirious slide-chute between pussy and ass-hole. She could hear him breathing hard. She suddenly realized what he was up to. He was actually scooping the intoxicating juices from her generously creaming vagina and licking them off his fingers!
Gail dared to steal a sidewise glance. There-now she could see him. Why, he didn't look as dangerous as she feared! It was a boy about her own age. He was poorly dressed. His tousled red hair probably hadn't seen a comb in weeks and he could have used a deodorant. But there was nothing fierce about him as he hunched over her.
Now he was feeling her tits, cupping them in his palms, and gently squeezing them as a housewife will squeeze the tomatoes when she thinks the grocer isn't looking. She felt her nipples stiffen. They turned to hard little thimbles of succulent flesh right in the young man's fingers. He sensed immediately that she was aware of his hands. He stopped. His startled gaze met her level stare.
In that instant Gail's groping hands met something cold and sharp-edged that had been slid beneath her bare ass. As her fingers closed around it she realized it was the knife he had used to slit her dress open. Suddenly, instinctively, she knew what she had to do. Gail calmly stretched out the knife and slashed the boy's pants from beltline to crotch! The ravaged garment fell to his knees.
"What the-" he began. He was abruptly silent as Gail poised the cold steel knife blade at his balls.
"Come closer," Gail bade him sternly. "Step between my legs-that's right."
The boy was visibly trembling as he stood shamefacedly between Gail's outstretched legs, his pants now tangled about his ankles. She bounced his balls a couple of times on the width of the knife.
"If you so much as try to yell or make one move to get away, I promise you the sweeper will find your marbles on the floor with the rest of the trash when he comes around tonight," Gail .hissed. She touched the point to his crinkly brown bag just to make sure he got the idea.
"Now..." Gail went on, "just what the fuck is the idea of cutting up my dress? Do you realize I spent a hundred dollars for this dress? It was a special pattern, designed to cup my tits so that my nipples would show up very boldly against the fabric. The back was designed in such a way as to make my ass look bigger and to emphasize the crack to make it look irresistible. I can't tell you how many men have come up behind me on the street and goosed my ass just because it looked so enticing in back!"
"I'm sorry-" the boy began. He looked agonizedly down where Gail was menacingly testing the edge of the knife against the base of his dick.
"Sorry isn't enough," Gail replied. She stole a look about her to make sure no one was watching. No one was-the place seemed even emptier than it had earlier. "You filthy degenerate! Do you make a habit of sneaking around to movie houses and slashing girls' dresses? Is that your idea of a good time?"
"N-no!" the boy gulped. "I work nights in the garment district. I unpack shipments. I use the knife in my work. I carry it all the time now, ever since I was mugged on Thirty-Seventh Street. When I came in here this afternoon I had no idea of molesting anybody, honest I didn't!"
"What did you come in here for, then?" Gail sneered. "Not to see this stupid, crummy movie, I'm sure!"
"I came in her to jerk off," he replied, not daring to meet her gaze. "What!" Gail laughed.
"That's right. You must know what kind of place this is. They show sex movies here, nothing else. Guys come in and jerk off and play with themselves while they watch the show. When I saw a young, beautiful girl in here, I couldn't believe my eyes. Usually it's nothing but men. I sat next to you because you made a better show than they got up on the screen. The way you were sitting, your pussy was hanging out below your skirt. I could see it. I could smell it. I-I could even taste it!"
"You could taste it!" Gail blurted, unbelieving.
"Yes..." he murmured. "I-while you were asleep I crept between your legs and licked your pussy. The taste kind of drove me crazy, I guess. I wanted to feel you all over ... I especially wanted to feel your bare tits. I tried to raise your dress up, but you were sitting on part of it. So I got out my knife and slit it up the front. Then I felt you up. That's how it all happened."
"Well, you've got one hell of a nerve!" Gail blazed. She took the knife between his legs and touched the razor-sharp point to his ass-hole. "You certainly have one hell of a nerve! Do you realize you've got me so hot I'm about to throw a fit? You come in here and rip my clothes off my back and then stand in front of me with your bare cock staring me right in the face and the best you can do is apologize! You must do better, than that, young fellow!"
"What can I do?" he asked miserably.
"You can take me to where you live and screw me, that's what you can do," Gail snapped. "Do you live near here?"
"I can't," he replied desperately. "I've got to be on the job in fifteen minutes. I told you I work nights."
"Then you'll fuck me right here in the theatre. Now! Get down on the floor!"
"I can't!" he gasped. "I'm too nervous. You've got me so scared, I can't get it up."
"Oh, you'll get it up!" Gail assured him. Her features were twisted sardonically as she said, "You'll get it up now or you'll never get it up again as long as you live." She tickled his balls with the blade. "Understand? Do something to make it hard. Think dirty thoughts. Jerk your prick. Come on, let me see you jerk your prick!"
Sweat began to pour down the boy's face as he strove frantically to obey. Seizing the pitifully limp lump of flesh between his legs, he commenced to masturbate there in front of Gail. "Come on!" she urged sneeringly. "Jerk it hard! Let me see you wobble the head like the idiot you are. Drool from the mouth! Is this how you do it when you watch the movie? Come on, let me see you play with yourself like you really meant it. After all, that's what you came to this place for, isn't it? Get it up! Oh, you're not jerking hard enough at all. I've seen two-year-olds that could do better than that! No wonder you need a movie to inspire you. Oh shit, you're pitiful. Your cock looks like a slimy little worm-like something you'd find under a rock somewhere. I can see you're going to need help!" Leaning forward, she thrust out her tongue. "Here, masturbate against the tip of my tongue!"
The boy was more than eager to comply. He began to slide his penis against the flickering pink of Gail's tongue. His penis came to full erection almost immediately.
"All right now," she said. Sliding from the edge of her seat, she drew the boy down to the floor with her, maintaining the tip of the knife against his ass-hole all the while. "Now . , . . " she breathed in his ear, "ball me good. And I warn you if I'm not satisfied with your performance I still might cut your dick off and feed it to my cat. Fuck me hard! Make your dick come out my ass-hole!"
Oooh shit, that felt good! Once aroused to full erection, the boy's tool proved to be a ruthless pile driver. Gail's body began to quiver all over, as if she were in the grip of malarial fever. It was filthy on the floor where they grappled. A single glance convinced her of that. It was littered with cigarette butts, crumpled candy wrappers, and semen-soaked handkerchiefs, relics of the day's activities. She even saw sperm dripping to the floor from the hand-held cock in the row ahead as a patron amused himself solitarily-completely oblivious of the live action immediately behind him!
Gail didn't care. The one thing that mattered was that after hours of frustration a man-sized prong was rampaging mercilessly up and down the length of her pleasure pit. "Oh shit yes," she whispered, wrapping her thighs around his bare ass. She forced his head against hers, forced open his lips and compelled him to fuck her mouth with his tongue just as his spring-steel dick was fucking her snatch!
Oh shit, she was finally coming! She could feel the spring steel vibrating ruthlessly inside. Now! Now the gush of his sperm as wave after wave flooded from the tip of his dick and battered against the screaming flesh of her womb. In that instant, totally crazed by desire, spun into delirium by the orgasmic wallop of her climax, she rammed .the handle of the knife all the way up the boy's ass!
It was only the handle, but he sucked in his breath with an intensity that was almost a shout. At that very moment, Gail was conscious of a dark shadow lowering over them. She heard a man's voice exclaim roughly, "Hey! Hey, what's going on in this frigging row?"
Gail and the boy quickly disengaged themselves and struggled to a sitting position. A bald-headed man in his fifties stood over them, shaking his fist with a rage that bordered on apoplexy. "I thought I seen everything since I started managing this theatre," he hollered, "but this takes the cake!" His fist came within half an inch of Gail's nose. "You little whore!" he exclaimed, "if you want to solicit, solicit outside. Get out. Get out!"
Clutching their ravaged clothes about them, they made for the exit. Just as they were about to step into the lobby, however, Gail noticed something that cracked her up completely. She doubled over with laughter.
"What's so funny?" the boy demanded to know, indignantly.
"Feel behind you with your hand," she bade. "Watch it! Be careful! See? You've still got the knife stuck up your ass!" Before the boy could cut himself trying to remove it, she drew him into the ladies' room. It was empty. It looked as though no woman had set foot inside it in a very big time.
"Here," she said, "sit on the edge of the toilet seat. Draw your knees up to your chin. I'll take it out for you." The boy did as she ordered. Perching himself on the very edge of the seat, he leaned back and drew up his legs. Protecting her fingers with a heavy wad of toilet paper, Gail slowly worked the smoothly ribbed handle out of the boy's anus. She wiped it off and handed the knife to him.
"I was just fooling inside there," she confessed with a smile. "I wasn't going to cut your balls off or anything like that. I-I've just had a very trying day and I took my temper out on you. I'm sorry."
"That's okay," he returned her smile. "I'm sorry I cut up your dress. How will you get home?"
"I'll grab a cab. Don't worry about it. How will you get to your job? Your pants are a total loss.';
"Only in front. I'll buy a newspaper right outside the movie house and hold it in front of me all the way to the factory. It's not far-what are you looking at?" He tried to follow the line of her stare as he sat, still doubled up, atop the toilet seat.
"I'm looking at your ass-hole," she replied. "I never realized a man's ass-hole could look so beautiful ... " Seized by a sudden impulse, Gail suddenly swooped her head down and planted her luscious mouth squarely against the pinkish-brown pucker of his totally exposed anus!
"Oh shit," he whispered, clamping his eyes shut in ecstasy. He yanked his knees right up against his chin and slid down a little further on the seat so Gail could have unlimited access to his orifice. She was smothering it with kisses, licking it frenziedly, moaning piteously as she attempted to force her tongue further into the boy's forbidden tunnel. . .
Now, instinctively, he dilated his ass-hole and Gail's tongue dived deep, uttering a grateful little cry as she felt the boy quiver and respond to her urgent advances. While her tongue quested ever more boldly within the hot, tight tunnel, her hand groped for his cock, found it, and began to massage it lovingly. His balls crashed and tumbled unheeded against her cheek as she loudly sucked the hair-rimmed volcano between his buttocks.
At last, Gail raised her head and, with tears in her eyes, said, as she cuddled his dick against her soft, white cheek, "I'd rather kiss your ass than the mouth of any other man I've ever known ... , "
In that instant, his cock exploded, spewing a hot, gluey mass of pearly-white scum against the side of her face. It flooded up nearly to her ear, then began to ooze downward. Gail clutched the spastically-throbbing organ to her cheek as it continued to vomit forth spurt after spurt of hot, syrupy come. She could feel the strong muscles of his splendid rod contract and expand...,contract and expand ... each time gushing another great gob of glistening jelly. She pressed her lips to the virile tool just as the last gob erupted.
"Shit, I love your prick," she moaned, her eyes blinding with joyful tears. From out of a dark void she heard him say, "It's just been beautiful-but I gotta go! I'm already late for work. Do-do you think we could meet again some time?"
She smiled. "Who knows?" she replied. "I'll look for you around this neighborhood if I ever get down here again, all right?"
"All right." Then he was gone.
Gail found a couple of safety pins in her purse. She managed a makeshift repair of her dress so that at least her pussy was covered and her tits weren't more than half exposed. Then she boldly marched past the glowering manager and went out into the street.
As she flitted along Seventh Avenue, trying to hail ,a cab, she noticed that people were staring curiously. At first she thought it was her mangled dress. Then she realized her cheek and chin were still dripping with the stranger's come!
She couldn't repress a blush as she took a hankie from her purse and wiped it away. That night, as she fell exhausted into bed, she thought, what a wonderful day this has been! This is how life should be like, unpredictable, exciting. I can never thank Madge enough for opening my eyes!
She giggled as she pictured Madge's reaction to her recital of the evening's adventures. She just couldn't wait!