Chapter 8
The idea must have come to her mind as she watched the film of the young boy and the dancing, hippie girl. Though she hadn't admitted at the time that it was anything more than a fantasy. But unconsciously she'd compared what she watched on the screen, the young innocent boy fucking the long-haired girl, with what was being done to her: namely Jack eating her pussy while Bill fucked her in the mouth and Clyde played with her tits and fingered her in the asshole. And fuck was the only word for it. Only the bluntest, dirtiest words suited to describe that scene. Yet near the end, she'd been more aware of the film than of what was happening to her, the mingled sensations of pain and pleasure and the degradation and humiliation and outrageous lust that racked her surrendered, naked body. And even then, somewhere in the back of her mind had hovered the thought: If I am going to do these horrible things and now it doesn't seem as though I can help myself why don't I at least do it with someone beautiful and attractive and why don't I at least make it worthwhile?
After she'd left Jack's apartment and gone sheepishly home to face her husband and son and that beautiful intruder, her son's girlfriend, in her house on whom she still placed the blame for all that had happened since her arrival, the thought lingered faintly with her. Even once at night she awoke from a dream about the boy in the film. And at breakfast this morning the presence of her virile young son, Tom, had served to remind her of it again though still only as a fantasy.
Paul had to go to the office and Lys and Tom wanted to get out in the country for the afternoon. They invited her to join them, but she was unable to believe they could really want her along. She had a pretty good idea what they'd probably prefer to spend an afternoon in the country doing. That, plus the fact that she was still unable to hold a civil manner in Lys's presence, and the fact that she already had a vague inkling of her own intentions, prompted her to make her excuses and refuse.
But even then, almost two hours passed before she finally had taken the car and driven with hardly a sideward glance through town and gotten on the Albuquerque highway. It was a brisk, pleasant day, sunny but with tones of gray, early signs of autumn everywhere. Katherine selected a high collared knit sweater she'd picked up on sale last spring and had never worn, and a tightly sheathed blue midi skirt and a pair of rich, maroon stockings. The combination gave her a youthful look. From behind, she thought, she could easily have been taken as a college girl. From the facial view she looked only slightly more mature. She wore almost no make-up; it gave her a fresh, ironically almost innocent look. For some inexplicable reason, she felt very good today. The recollections of the horrible things she'd done yesterday for the most part eluded her. Perhaps it was amental block.
But even when she reached the last small town between her home and Albuquerque, Katherine was only vaguely aware of her purpose for coming. She acted with the attitude that she was only out for an afternoon drive to relax a little bit. It was with a seeming blind, unconscious instinct that she maneuvered the automobile through the small, Spanish-styled town, along the dirt road that led past the deserted high school (school wouldn't commence for about another week) and parked along side the athletic field.
It was then that she saw him and the shattering, horrible idea came to mind!
He was blonde-headed, but cleaner-cut than Tom. He was also a bit taller and even more sinewy, actually built very much like Paul had been when they first started dating. When Katherine first parked the car and started watching him, he was wearing a pair of track shorts, tennis shoes, and a gray warm-up sweater, and he was on the far turn of the track that surrounded the football field, jogging easily with long smooth strides. Her first impulse was to forget her silly idea and start the car and drive back before she made a total fool out of herself, but instead she cut the motor and sat almost breathless, staring at the swift almost musical movements of the running figure.
He rounded the entire track one more time, seemingly with no notice of Katherine, then stopped at the starting marker before the grandstands on the far side of the field. For several minutes he just paced about slowly, heaving to catch his breath, his hands on his hips. Now he did see her, or at least saw her car, but after a short glance he seemed to take no notice of her. But Katherine watched him intently, her eyes taking in his every gesture as he began to limber up, stretching his long, sinewy and deeply tanned thighs. Then, when he peeled the warm-up over his head to reveal his lean, hard chest, she caught her breath reflexively. Subtly came and passed the vision of the three men who had fucked her until she was half-conscious yesterday: drunken, out of shape, sweaty and dirty and hairy. How genuinely beautiful this young man's figure was in comparison!
As if spellbound or entranced, Katherine removed the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. Hesitantly as though the ground beneath her feet were a layer of egg shells, she walked toward the bleachers on this side of the field and the ribbon of cinder track that lay beyond them. Even then she could feel her heart pounding and hear her breath escaping in strained, hoarse gasps. Gradually, as she drew closer to the near side of the field, her pace hastened. She threw off the questions that bombarded her mind: why am I here? what do I think I'm going to do? How do I begin or what do I even say to him?
Just before the straight-away of cinder on this side of the field she encountered a tightly stretched cable barrier. She paused for a moment, wondering whether to try to get over it or to bend down and crawl under. She decided to go over, then wondered when she tried it if she hadn't made a mistake. She straddled the cable and found she could only put one leg to the ground in that position. Her skirt was hiked far up her thighs and the cable tore the crotch of her panty hose. For an instant she teetered and thought she was going to fall, and that was when he saw her. Flushing with embarrassment, she made a supreme effort and managed to extract herself from the absurd position. Then, trying to regain her composure, she traversed the ten yards of black cinder and started across the football turf.
He watched her curiously now. His eyes drifted down the length of her body and returned bashfully to her face. As she drew somewhat closer he looked away entirely, which allowed her the chance to feast her eyes unhesitatingly on his beautiful, deeply tanned young physique that was cloaked only in his thin white track shorts. She could see the outline of his jock strap, and there was a large, tell-tale bulge at the crotch that made her catch her breath. He certainly couldn't have an erection after the laps around that four hundred and forty yard track, and even soft his penis looked enormous.
When she was but paces away from him he looked back at her, then moved to pick up his warm-up sweater.
"No, don't!" Katherine gasped in a tone far too emphatic.
He turned his eyes back to her strangely, holding the sweater ready to pull over his head, yet not quite doing so.
"I mean: don't bother," she said weakly. "I mean, it doesn't upset me and ... I just wanted to watch ... you run."
He seemed to think this over, then with a shrug tossed the sweater back to the ground. Katherine stepped onto the cinders of that straight-away and started toward the bench at the foot of the grandstand. But she caught her shoe heel on the concrete railing that -lined the track and almost fell. The young man fairly sprang to her rescue, catching her shoulders and holding her with his strong lean hands until she could regain her balance. She almost sobbed as he released her and stepped away, again staring at her with a curiosity that made her feel very uncomfortable. They'd been so close for an instant that their bodies had almost touched, that she could smell the clean, yet strong aroma of the body sweat he'd worked up with his running. And now, for a moment after she'd found her balance, they still stood very near each other, Katherine trembling with the embarrassment and self-consciousness and the forbidden excitement that raged already beyond control in her loins. Then sheepishly she turned from him and walked, carefully, to the bench and sat down. When she looked back at him she saw he was still staring at her with the same curious eyes. She shifted uncomfortably and smoothed down her skirt, which had again been pulled indecently far up above her knees, and weakly smiled.
"Hello. I'm ... Katherine." She'd had the strangest impulse to use a phony name, but somehow had seemed unable to think of one. It must have sounded as if she'd forgotten her own. "I ... I just had nothing particular to do and ... my husband was a very good track man when ... we were first married. I just drifted by here and saw you and ... "
Her voice faded. It all sounded so hopeless and ridiculous. And she thought he must surely sense her real motive in coming here, unconscious as it might have been. He must be laughing at her inwardly, ridiculing her.
It seemed she'd almost expected that laughter, certain that at the next instant it would come bursting from his thin lips. But instead he totally surprised her by turning and bounding back onto the track and starting down the straight-away. Katherine watched him hungrily, glad for the chance to do it without him looking back at her. Now he was sprinting, and his speed was astonishing. He rounded the first turn, gliding as if each step was a long swift leap, every muscle on his nearly naked body tautly toned, working in smoothly moving cohesion. He covered the distance of the far straight-away with equal speed, rounded the last curve and came sprinting back toward the finish line. When he crossed it and came to a slow stop twenty yards down the track, he'd still been moving at a rapid pace. Now, panting so that his well defined chest heaved, he walked back toward her.
God, she caught herself thinking. With wind like that he could probably fuck me forever.
And the fact that he might be a little quick to shoot the first time would probably make little or no difference at all. A man in really good shape could probably go again and again, like Paul had wanted to when they were first married. But then, of course, she hadn't been able to appreciate it.
"You're fast," she said, herself almost as breathless as he was.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Not fast enough."
For a moment they were both silent, looking at each other. She was unable to prevent her eyes drifting again down the length of his flawless young body, lingering for a disquietening instant at the enormous bulge in his shorts. And he was looking at her almost the same way, with the same mixture of appreciation and reticence. She thought he was shy and she took comfort in believing he was probably as frightened of her as she was of him.
"What's your name?" she said finally, realizing the silent staring had gone far too long.
"Tod."
"Tod," she said softly. "A healthy ... athletic name."
He shrugged again and Katherine bit her lip. She knew the thing that was in her mind was wrong, more wrong even than the other terrible acts she'd committed during the last several days. But she was obsessed with the fantasy that had been first triggered by the movie, that had lingered in her mind through the night and morning, that now seemed meant to be as she looked at this handsome, innocent and athletic looking creature. She had to have him! She had to at all cost, all embarrassment and humiliation. The urge engulfed her and she was like clay in its cruelly caressing hands.
"How old are you, Tod?"
"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen next spring. This is my senior year coming up."
Katherine moistened her lips and managed a smile, but she thought it must look lecherous as a witch's.
"Do you ... have a girlfriend."
He blushed. She liked that.
"Well, not a steady one." He looked away. "Girls make me nervous sometimes."
Katherine studied his face, his averted eyes, intently for a moment. What she sensed thrilled her almost beyond imagination. He was a young virile virgin. He must be a virgin. That could be the only explanation for his not having sensed and responded to the sordid aspect of her presence and the way she'd looked at him. Again she wet her lips, the anticipation building inside her, shoving aside her reasoning and guilt, blinding her so she could see nothing but the lewdly beautiful vision of the fantasy turning real.
"Maybe you just need to learn a little more about girls," she said in a trembling voice.
He looked back at her sharply, his face blanching for a moment, his clear blue eyes filled with excitement and shock, his brows turned in a puzzled frown.
"Do you understand what I mean?"
"I don't know," he stumbled.
Almost incredibly, Katherine felt a bizarre quality of courage creeping over her. The flutter of nervousness that remained seemed only anticipation of the act that she now knew was imminent beyond anything she tried to do about it. It was inevitable. Somehow, she was going through with what still seemed the impossible, and as she prepared to cross the line of no return, she did so almost without fear or anxiety.
"What do you think I mean?" she said strongly. "Tell me what you think I mean." Now, as she gazed upon his body, she made no attempt to disguise her purpose.
Tod shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He half turned away from her, then looked abruptly back. He wet his lips and swallowed hard.
"What are you trying to make me say? I mean, maybe I understand and maybe I've misunderstood you completely. But it's hard to say ... " She smiled. "Did you ever think it might be just as hard for me to say?"
"Awwww!" Again he half turned away, looked abruptly back. "I thought you might have been trying to suggest ... It sounds crazy! I mean it sounds crazy with me saying it!"
Katherine's eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts, grown appreciably bigger during this last exchange. She knew he was getting an erection.
"I mean, you're a very beautiful lady," he blurted. "I mean it! And I just can't say ... "
"You can't say that you'd like for me to teach you?"
"Yes. I couldn't say that."
"Have you ever had a woman, Tod?"
She wanted to know that for sure. She didn't want it to be just speculation that triggered the even more intense excitement that drove her. But even before he answered she knew, from the mixed resentment and shame that crept into his eyes, that her previous presumption had been correct.
"No," he said at last.
"Would you like to have me now?"
Was that her own voice saying that? she wondered.
He gulped, his eyes rushing over the lush curves of her slender, lovely body. "Y-e-s."
She stood up. "Do you know a place we can go?"
"I know an old house that's empty. Out of town. Nobody ever goes there."
"All right. Then well go."
She walked past him and started back over the straight-away of the cinder track and onto the football field.
Looking back, she saw him pick up his jersey and hasten to catch up to her.
During the ten minute drive to the old vacant farm house they hardly spoke. Her desire causing her whole body to prickle, Katherine dreamed of the act that lay before her, an act she had instigated and would direct, mold as a sculpture to the exact shape and texture she desired. Until now she'd always been a mere object, almost a victim of circumstance. But this would be different. She was going into this with determination, with eyes wide open. She didn't even care any more about the consequences.
Katherine parked in front of the old wood house and they went through the rickety front yard gate, up the shaky steps, and Tod reached through a broken pane in the front door glass to let them in. Inside it was a little dirty and the scattered furniture was falling apart, but in no way did it possess the sordid quality of the place where she'd gone with Bill or Jack's apartment where she'd spent yesterday afternoon in an assortment of lascivious postures.
"The bedroom's back there," Tod stammered. "Some of the boys at school ... bring their dates here sometime."
"But you never have?" Katherine said with a smile.
"He gulped. "I have, but ... "
"You're scared, aren't you?"
"I ... I just don't see why a beautiful woman like you would want to ... go to all this trouble for a kid like me."
She wanted to burst into laughter, but she contented herself with another smile. "It's not trouble, Tod. Trouble it is not. And I'm scared too, a little."
"You are?"
"Yes. Come on."
She walked past him in the direction he'd indicated to the bedroom. It looked pretty much like the rest of the house. The bed frame itself was broken down and the mattress had been pulled to the floor beside it. There were a couple of cloud-shaped stains that attested to its use, but it looked clean enough other than that.
Katherine resisted the urge to bend down and test its bounce with her hand she didn't want to look too professional, as much as she felt like a whore, and turned back to him.
Again he swallowed, shifting nervously on his feet. "I'm afraid I don't even know where to begin," he said, his eyes descending, frightened and eager, to her still clothed body.
"You could start by kissing me."
Nervously he stepped to her and kissed her on the lips, at first cautiously but she opened her mouth, breathing hotly into his, and quickly enough prompted him to insert his tongue. Compared to her recent experiences, he seemed really good at it.
"And you might touch my body," she gasped. "And caress and massage and feel it."
Again there was an instant's hesitation on his part. Then his hands, which during the first kiss had hung astonishingly limp at his sides, moved suddenly to her body, roving forcefully over the smooth contours of her back, down the fine line of her spine, then both gradually beneath her arms to the sides of her heaving breasts.
Katherine squirmed wantonly, fitting her vaginal mound to the gigantic bulge in his shorts so she could feel his hard young maleness prod teasingly at her loins through her skirt and panties. Her own hands moved up beneath his jersey, roving over the long, sinewy muscles of his athletic body. What a contrast this was, she thought, to the bodies she'd spent the last two days with: theirs flaccid and hairy, this smooth and hard and healthy, like Paul had been when they were first married and she was too blind to appreciate it, or like her own son, Tom, now.
Suddenly, Tod's hands began to go mad. He tore her sweater up from her skirt, his fingers fumbling eagerly and clumsily with the cups of her bra, his breath coming in hoarse, strained gasps. In desperation, unable to free her large, swelling breasts from the restricting cups, he ripped them away. Katherine gasped from the sharp pain of the straps cutting into her back before it tore, then the pleasure sensation as his hands began to maul the breasts exposed beneath her sweater. It was with a genuine reluctance that, after a moment, she pushed his hands away.
"Easy," she whispered, trying to catch her own breath. "We have plenty of time, let's don't get in a rush."
He drew back from her, hanging his head almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he croaked.
She laughed softly, gustily. "You don't have to say that. But look: just undress me, slowly. Enjoy yourself at it and let me enjoy it too."
His eyes darted hungrily up and down the length of her body. He looked almost as if he were inclined to clap his hands with glee as he began. He moved toward her again with the bashfulness swept away by his raging desire. Yet when his hands touched her body this time it was gently, with trembling.
Katherine extended her arms above her head and Tod took hold of the tail of her sweater and drew it slowly upward over her slender, flawlessly defined torso, gradually pulling it over the breasts highly arched by the position of her arms. Her nipples tingled with their exposure to the evening air and swelled to sharp hard points. He continued to draw the sweater upward until it had passed over her head, then dropped his hands again to the arched, globular mounds of her breasts, now caressing them softly, cupping them so that the palms of his hands caused a tantalizing friction on the sensitive pink tips. In his eyes, she saw the ravenous appreciation of their flawless beauty.
"Kiss them, if you want to," she said through gritted teeth.
He leaned forward, his hands sliding aside and beneath her arms as he touched his lips to one of the hard, perforated nipples.
Katherine drew in a deep strained breath, her arms dropping to his head to pull it eagerly to her bosom. "Suck it," she moaned. "Take it into your mouth."
He needed no further urging. Greedily he fastened his lips like a suction cup wide around the tingling breast, filling his mouth with it, his tongue flicking wildly over the tip and causing Katherine's whole body to writhe from the intense, blinding pleasure. After a few moments he moved his head to the other breast and repeated the performance, driving her desire to an even more urgent pitch. At last he drew his head back, again looking down at the flawlessly beautiful mounds, the nipples wet and glistening with the saliva from his own mouth.
"Now my skirt."
His hands moved down her spine, sending chills through her body. His fingers fumbled as clumsily with the zipper snap in back as they had with the bra cups, but this time he desisted from trying to rip it. At last he managed to get it loose and drew the zipper quickly down the crevice of her buttocks, pulling the skirt open and easing it off her flaring pelvis and ripe firmly curved hips as she wriggled sensuously.
She stepped out of the skirt and brushed it aside with her foot, then kicked off her shoes. Now she wore only the panty hose. She slipped her own thumbs inside the elastic of these, catching her sheer panties in the process, and began to squirm out of them. Her eyes roved hungrily over Tod's youthful body, still concealed beneath the warm-up jersey and track shorts. She moistened her lips suggestively with her tongue, her eyes glistening as the nylon hose slipped off the black-haired mound of her pubis, nestled in the silken flesh of her slender thighs. She saw Tod's eyes bulge as they feasted upon the black triangle of the hair, the shadowy crack of her vagina only partially hidden by the silken curls.
"Now your turn," she hissed.
His face flushed again and for an instant he hesitated. Then resolutely he whipped the jersey off his head and tossed it aside. In another swift motion he pulled off the shorts and jock strap.
Katherine gasped audibly as he exposed himself completely, her watery eyes descending eagerly to the huge long shaft that protruded up erectly from the thin patch of his own, almost blonde pubic hair. Then mutually they rushed forward, falling into each other's arms, their bodies pressing tightly together and writhing and twisting in distinct suggestion of the act to come even as they both remained on their feet.
Katherine felt her breasts mashed mercilessly by the hard lean muscles of his chest, felt the hardness of his manhood prod threateningly at her crotch, slide angularly up her belly as though to mark the point to which it would reach inside her. His balls brushed at her budding clitoris, his hands roved madly over the yielded flesh of her body. At last, with an agonized whimper, she pulled away from him and dropped to her knees on the mattress. An instant later she was on her back and he was lying beside her, ready to roll on top her.
Against all her own volition she stopped him. "Wait," she purred through her tortured breathing. "Make me ready." Inwardly she laughed. Never in her life had she been so ready for anything. "Kiss me again and run your hands over me."
He needed scarce encouragement. Madly he kissed her on the lips, his hands kneading at her breasts, then moving wildly down the sensitive burning flesh of her belly, between her half-parted thighs, to brush deliciously over her glistening, hard clitoris. He moved his lips from her mouth, again covered one of her breasts, now sucking it ravenously so her whole body contorted with the wanton longing that engulfed her.
Then his finger touched the slit of her vagina and her hips jerked suddenly as she felt the sharp, knifing pleasure. "Put it in," she moaned, already almost delirious. "Put it in!"
He probed experimentally, parting the pink, juice-coated lips of her cunt with his middle finger, spreading the flooding moisture outwards into the softly lining curls of her pubic hair. Then in a swift motion, flicked the finger into the tight, slippery folds. Her body stiffened, jerking again. A wail that sounded as though she were in torment issued from her throat and he hesitated.
"No," she cried. "You're not hurting me! Finger me deeper!"
Reassured, he again shoved the finger, to the second knuckle this time, burying it deeply in the tight, warm crevice. Her hips retreated from the sudden probing, but as he began to move his finger slowly in and out of the liquidly squeezing warmth between her thighs, she thrust them back upward and began to undulate wantonly in response.
His lips moved from her breasts, lower, tracing a trail of fire on her tingling, demanding flesh. She moaned and sobbed, her hands running wildly through his hair. At her navel he paused, his tongue flicking curiously into it. Then he raised his head, gazing toward the beckoning mantel of her pubic hair.
For an instant the motions of his finger in her cunt ceased. Opening her eyes, which had been tightly closed, Katherine watched him.
"What do you want to do, Tod?"
"It sounds so crazy," he said through his strained breathing.
"You want to ... kiss it? To lick me between my legs?"
"It seems dirty, but I want to."
"Nothing you really want to do with all your heart is dirty."
Something in the back recesses of her mind called to her, again asking if that was her own voice she heard, if that was her who'd always considered everything that pertained to the flesh filthy and vile, saying that nothing was dirty.
"Then I want to," he croaked.
His head moved down her body toward her undulating loins. The finger slipped wetly out of her cunt, left her sending stabs of frustration throughout her being. She gave out with a tortured sob, but at the last moment as she felt his lips brush into the sensitive almost ticklish hair of her cunt, she caught his head and stopped him, tugging him desperately upwards.
"Save that for later, please," she moaned. "After you've fucked me the first time."
He looked at her with a curious disbelief, as if he found that prospect somewhat appalling. Then he seemed to forget any anxieties he might have about that and concentrate completely on the invitation for the present. He slid suddenly back up her body, lowering himself between her wide parted thighs. Katherine slipped her hands between them and explored his taut lower abdomen until her fingers found the hard pulsating object of her search.
A moan of dread and fear escaped her as she felt the true size of his cock for the first time. She thought it must have grown more than another inch in length since he'd first removed his shorts and jock strap, and it had increased in diameter as well. For a nervous fluttering instant she wondered if she would be able to take it, wondered if it would not rip her tender body apart at the seams, so to speak. Then her hesitation retreated. She had to have it. The desire that welled in her smothered the fear. No matter how much it hurt and stretched her succulent, tight cunt she had to have it in her. Nothing short of being fucked crazy by his virile young cock would satiate her now, and she knew it.
With a sob of resignation and anticipation, Katherine guided the smooth rubbery head and the long hot shaft toward her hungrily pleading cuntal lips. Above her, the boy grunted, his lean sinewy body trembling as though with last agony of growth.
"Easy," she whispered, gritting her teeth in readiness as she parted the soft resilient strands of her pussy hair with the tip and slipped the head of his penis between the slick fleshy folds of her cunt.
A knife-like stabbing shot through her body and she cried out, again causing Tod to tense and hesitate. For a moment she thought he was going to pull completely out of her, and she grabbed his hips and held his body firmly to her own. Though relief from the pain of the intrusion might have been welcome, her bleary mind sensed that the frustration of the loss would be even more terrible.
"Just take it easy," she gasped again. "Fuck it up into me easy and slow, all the way down to your balls."
Her body stiffened and she gave out with another abandoned cry as Tod thrust again, gently but firmly. She felt another sharp stab of pain, then a faint easing as the fluids poured forth, lubricating the tight inner walls and allowing the excitedly hardened shaft to worm its way slowly inward, inward until at least a heaving sigh escaped her and her body relaxed, sinking down on the mattress, and the pain began to fade.
"God Almighty," he moaned in her ear, sagging on her and flexing his enormous young penis so that a tremor went through the body prone beneath him. "It feels so warm and wet around it I don't know if I can even move."
"Then don't for a minute," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Get used to it."
They both lay still for what must have been a full sixty seconds, the only sound their harsh heavy breathing. Then together they began to move, at first subtle, almost imperceptible gestures of their bodies, slight shiftings of their hips, Tod's flexing of the virile young penis within her. Gradually the movements become more overt. Katherine punctuated the shifting sounds of their bodies with soft, distant-sounding moans of ecstasy. Tod braced himself on his arms, panting loudly as a winded dog, and began to lunge back and forth, piercing her with new stabs of indistinguishable pain and pleasure.
Gradually he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, lengthening the strokes until he was driving all the way up into the bottom depths of her cunt, racking her body until she cried out deliriously and entwined her leg tight about him. Then far too soon for Katherine, an abrupt alteration in his movements signaled her he was going to cum.
"No, wait!" she screamed in desperation, her legs kicking wildly in the air, her hands clawing at his back.
He froze upon her, his body trembling. "I don't think I can hold it," he gasped. "I just can't!"
Katherine's mind raced madly. She'd half expected this would be the case. A boy who never had a woman couldn't be expected to possess the control demanded of a man, but she'd presumed he'd be eager and excited enough to fuck more than once. But what if he couldn't? What if the premature ejaculation and her eager demands that followed embarrassed him to the extent that he couldn't manage another erection immediately? She knew she couldn't stand that with her own maddening desire at the furious pitch she'd reached. But she thought there was one fool proof method of taking his first jets of semen into her and still insuring that his magnificent young cock would be hard for the second. Katherine was almost certain the act of cumming in another woman's mouth would be for this naive adolescent boy far more exciting than satiating. With a little luck he'd be hotter when he finished than he had been when he started.
"Get off," she gasped, shoving him off.
Reluctantly he withdrew. With a soft cry of frustration, Katherine urged him over onto his back. She turned on her side toward him, reaching out with her hand and softly stroking his cock, entwining her fingers around it and beginning to move the tightly stretched skin slowly up and down. But the gnawing in her own loins was almost more than she could bear. She knew she had to have something to appease her own craving while she was waiting. Suddenly she shifted about on the bed, kneeling to extend her firm buttocks toward him almost the same position as when she'd sucked Bill and gotten her first orgasm.
"Put your finger in my pussy," she moaned. "Finger fuck me while I suck you."
With an eager groan the young teenager complied. Katherine sighed at the mild relief and dropped her face toward his hardness, suddenly flicking her tongue forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Another groan issued from his lips. Katherine brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in the warm, moist pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Jesus," he groaned, shoving his finger deeper into the wet, tormented walls of her cunt.
She twitched her hips wildly, looking down her nose at the hard, glistening shaft, still wet from the juices of her own cunt, watched it inch slowly and deeply into her tightly locked mouth. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down.
In a matter of moments Katherine felt the first throbbing reaction of coming orgasm and began to suck harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the taut, resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted position slightly, kneeling lower into his crotch and taking in as much of the giant shaft as her mouth would hold. She slid a hand under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, and she felt him intensify the probings of his finger in her cunt. Her tongue swiped round and round the growing gland furiously until she knew it was reaching the bursting point. Obsessed, she continued the maddening sucking.
He arched his back off the bed, pushing even deeper into her mouth. Greedily, her lips clung to the thrusting cock. He groaned over and over and over again as if in complete incomprehension of the sensations she evoked with the gentle manipulations of her lips and tongue. Suddenly she heard him gasp. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as the hot sticky young sperm began its surge from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams up into her ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his fresh tasting adolescent virility. She went on with the wild sucking even as he'd emptied of the hot white sperm. Sporadically she coughed and gurgled, swallowing it to regain her breath. Slowly his cock deflated in her mouth, but then she continued licking until it was dry.
At last she raised her head, rocking back on her hips until she was in a sitting position beside him, her parted buttocks resting on his hand. With satisfaction she watched the young cock stir and begin to grow again.
But even after it had become erect, standing up like a tall palm out of his light colored pubic hair, it didn't seem to have the monstrous proportions it had assumed before. And she wanted all of it at its best, every inch of its incredible length and diameter. She wanted the tearing pain of it as much as she wanted the pleasure.
Slowly, Katherine settled onto her own back. She could wait if she had something to occupy her in the meantime. She looked at Tod through her watery, narrowed eyes.
"Now it's your turn to lick me, darling." Katherine spread her thighs wide, arching her hips and undulating them in lewd erotic invitation as, wide-eyed, Tod lowered his face toward her loins. He kissed her lightly at the crest of her pubic mound, then without further delay sank his lips onto her tingling bud of a clitoris, sucking it up between his teeth gently, sending ripples of longing to course through her already desire crazed body.
"Move down," she gasped. "Kneel between my legs so you can get to it."
He shifted his body to comply and Katherine parted her thighs even wider. The first touch of his tongue on her dripping nether lips was like the lash of a whip that stung her to a sudden greater pitch of alertness. She cried out deliriously, her hands brushing down over the flesh of her own breasts and stomach, grasping his head to hold him to her gyrating loins. His tongue flicked cautiously along the juicy slit, then suddenly probed deep into the tight warm hole. She cried again, her hips jerking furiously. She lifted her thighs and squeezed them tight around his ears as if she wanted to swallow his whole head into her burning depths. She felt his hands slide beneath her hips, his fingers digging into the vibrant flesh of her buttocks, pulling her loins even more fully against his face.
"Put your finger in my asshole," she wailed desperately, instinct commanding her voice.
At this he also momentarily hesitated, but her continued delirious cries overcame his natural reticence. Suddenly and with no preparation he shoved the middle finger of one of his hands swiftly to the second joint into the tight puckered hole of her anus.
"Aaaagh!" she wailed, her hips contorting from the violent, unexpected agony.
But in his own renewed lust Tod was past considerations of mercy. Relentlessly he shoved the finger onward, deeper until she felt his knuckle mash the cushion of flesh that was the crack between her churning buttocks. In a delayed reflex, she felt her tight rectal walls give way or lubricate, she didn't know which. The pain subsided slightly and mingled with the pleasure of his tongue ravishing her vagina.
Then she felt his penis brush lightly against her leg and she knew it had resumed its full proportion. With a delirious wail she put her hands beneath his arms, jerking him upward. With reluctance he yielded to the pressure. With a last maddening flick his tongue slipped from her spasming pussy, flicked her swollen clitoris, and was gone. Twitching wildly, she tugged him onto her, seizing his hips and guiding him too rapidly down between her thighs, jerking her own hips up in abandon and without course. She felt the giant member just brush the lips of her vagina, then slide downward. Too late, she realized what was happening as the stabbing, unbearable pain caused a shudder to rack her whole body, tears to flood her eyes, an ear-piercing scream to burst in an instant full blown from her lips.
Kicking frantically, she shoved up on his pelvis, at the same time retreating her own hips down into the softness of the mattress. "Wrong hole," she managed to gasp. Her anus had not had time to contract after the sudden removal of his finger and his badly-aimed cock, brushing over the slick lips of her vagina, had picked up enough of the lubricating moisture to allow it to penetrate almost half way into the depths of her tight, sensitive rectum. It had been too sudden and the pain had seemed more than she could bear. But oddly, as the youth hastily withdrew, the rubbery walls had seemed to cling tightly, as if unwilling to relinquish the unwelcome treasure that had penetrated them, and as Katherine felt the pain disappear, she thought she had almost strangely missed it.
But then, as the young seventeen year old thrust again and she felt the smooth rubbery head of his cock slide between her vaginal lips, then slip smoothly along the straight slippery sheath of her cunt, she forgot that. She screamed again in wild abandon, but this time from the sheer pleasure of the rushing she felt begin immediately deep inside her. She threw her arms tightly about the boy, squirming her breasts against him, her hands clawing madly at his back. She sobbed and cried, the tears flooding in torrents from her eyes. She jerked upward violently several quick times in succession, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at the penis that filled them with uncanny dexterity, the velvety vaginal walls spasming madly. Her legs went suddenly limp, and with a fainting moan she dropped her arms from his back. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the waves of passion flood her body, as she felt herself drifting in the strange, unbelievable whirlwind of the release.
She was only half aware of the feeling of the young adolescent boy's fresh virile cum spewing hotly into her. Out of it, she closed her eyes and let her body relax and float as if on a distant, vaporous breeze. She was still except for the involuntary tremors that drifted like gentle wind gusts through her sweat-filmed nakedness.