Frederick Laughton

Bookstore for boys

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer Watson drummed her fingers impatiently on the counter and with a sour expression regarded the expensively bound hardback book, featuring on the cover a statue of Aphrodite, that lay out before her. Then she lifted her eyes to the swarthy and somewhat shifty-eyed distributor who stood waiting before her. She was briefly but acutely aware that his attention had been focused not on the book, nor on leer face even. He'd been leering lasciviously at the fully upthrust mounds of her breasts, breasts whose inviting shape could not be concealed even in the most modest of blouses.

The twenty-four-year-old blonde scowled in irritation, and across from her Lou Kelly smiled.

"I've told you, Lou," Jennifer began tiredly. "I don't know how many times I've told you. I'm not turning this bookstore into some kind of Scandinavian sex shop. And that's that."

"Honey," Lou said, slurring the word slightly to reveal not surprisingly that he'd done more drinking than eating during his lunch. "This is different. This is the hottest selling item in town right now."

"I don't care. And don't call me 'honey'. Moby Dick hardly even sold while Melville was alive and it's the American classic. Sales mean nothing. I mean, there's no relation between appeal and quality. I opened this shop because I wanted to offer good literature to this neighborhood, and God must know as well as you that that's something these people have rarely been subjected to. There's a junior high school a block down the street and this store is full of those kids every afternoon. That's not the kind of book I want them to find here."

"It's not that kind of book," Lou said with conviction. Then he grinned, wickedly, lecherously. "And anyway, if you think those little fuckers come in here because they're interested in high class literature…"

"Lou!" Jennifer hissed, again conscious of the man's eyes roving over her voluptuous young body as though to illustrate the meaning of his remark. But the telltale flush that heated her cheeks would have been enough to let him know that she recognized the truth in what he'd said. And it was true. She'd grudgingly admitted that some time ago. Evidence made the fact inescapable. Every afternoon around three, the shop was flooded with thirteen and fourteen-year-olds. Most of them were boys. They rarely bought books, and many of them displayed little interest in even looking at them. But they did look at Jennifer. Sometimes she even overheard their crass remarks. It was at times embarrassing, at times infuriating, and commonly the young owner felt almost like a piece of meat on display in a butcher's showcase.

But ever since she was a young girl, devouring everything of taste and quality she could find to read, Jennifer had regarded good writing almost with a reverence. And she told herself that if, as a result of their prurient interest and curiosity in her, even one of these generally lower-middle class youngsters was able to develop an appreciation for literature, all the discomfort she suffered would be worth it. She carried out this rationalization somewhat as a stern missionary's sexy looking wife might allow herself to be goggle-eyed by a band of heathen savages, rationalizing her becoming the object of their impure thoughts and desires with the trust that their proximity to her scripture-touting husband would lead eventually to the saving of their eternal souls.

Yes, Jennifer realized, it was with a reverence that she regarded great writing. It was indeed partly that reverence that had lead her to marry a young man considered by many critics to be the most promising American fiction writer to appear on the scene since the 1920's. And though this was something she'd tried to avoid admitting to herself, it was to some extent her feeling that by commercializing his last and most successful novel he'd violated the trust of his God-given talent and had precipitated the two of them into a premature divorce.

"Hit a little too close to home with that one, huh?" Lou Kelly asked to interrupt her reverie.

"No, Lou, you did not hit close to home. I was thinking about something else."

"Stephan, maybe. You know, there's some pretty sexy stuff in his book."

Again Jennifer's face flushed. She followed the distributor's gaze to the display of her ex-husband's latest novel, and as she did so she remembered something that caused a little flutter of nausea to begin deep in the pit of her stomach. That, she thought. My God, I wonder if I will ever be able to forget that.

"Look, baby," Lou said, reaching across the counter to put his hand on Jennifer's bare arm below the sleeve of her blouse. "I've got a big nice display poster for The Joy of Sex. Let me set it up for you in the front window, with six sample copies. Just see how it goes. Then next week you can place your order. If you're going to keep this place open you've got to sell something every once in a while. Okay?"

There was a certain truth in that, Jennifer remarked mentally to herself. But that had nothing to do with her answer. She was just tired of arguing, and now she had something else on her mind anyway. "All right, Lou. Set up the display. I guess if my adult readers want to read that stuff I have no right to say they can't."

"Thatta girl," Lou said.

But the man made no move toward the task. He stood where he was, his eyes again roving hungrily over Jennifer's young shapely body.

"Well?" she said after a moment, her irritation showing in her voice.

"Let me treat you for dinner and… uh… you know, a good time."

"No! Can't you get that through your thick skull?"

"You'll come around. You're just playing hard to get," Lou paused, smiling lecherously. "What's the use of starving yourself for what every woman needs? Your ex-hubby's sure not missing out on any fun with those movie starlets hanging all over him."

"Set up that damned display of yours and get out of here!" Jennifer hissed. Then, to the raucous laughter echoing behind her, she turned and stalked through the door into the back of the shop, where she maintained a little living room-kitchenette in which she could cook or even sleep on the fold-out couch, should the impulse strike her. She passed on through into the bathroom, seizing a brush from the cabinet and beginning to tear almost viciously at her long blond hair.

Damn that creep, Jennifer thought bitterly. But it was true, what he'd said about the movie starlets. She knew that only too well. She'd seen it with her own eyes and even now she trembled to recall the shocking scene she'd encountered the night she'd come back to their suite in the Ambassador, where Stephan was negotiating the sale of his second novel to the movies, and found him in bed with the two young screen hopefuls. It hung now before her eyes, a stark and shattering vision of squirming naked bodies, trembling breasts and waggling buttocks and wildly scissoring thighs.

And that had been the catalyst. That had been the last straw that had driven her to leave, to break off their marriage.

"Sure you won't reconsider dinner?"

Jennifer started at hearing the voice behind her. She turned and peered through the open door to the curtained entrance of the bookstore proper, where she could see that Lou Kelly had come behind the counter and stood again leering at her, seeming to relish the glistening tears that streaked her cheeks.

"Get out of here, Lou," Jennifer said in a low, cracked voice. "Just get out of lore and leave me alone."

Kelly shrugged and turned and left. Seething with bitterness, Jennifer pivoted back to the mirror. She took a towel from the rack beside the washbasin and carefully dabbed the tears from her cheeks, then applied just the most conservative amount of make-up to mask her red eyes. As she was finishing, she heard the jangling of the bell that warned the front door of the shop was opening. The following chatter of young male voices informed her that the first of the afternoon school crowd had arrived.

Jennifer took a deep breath, then walked through back into the shop, frowning as she saw that a number of young boys had gathered outside on the street to look through the window at the advertising display for The Joy of Sex. But she knew she shouldn't have expected different. Managing to regain some of the composure she'd lost during her conversation with the book's distributor, Jennifer walked briskly across the store to the front entrance and emerged into the street. She paused, hands on her hips, staring sternly at the boys gathered there. The little group fell silent and several of the youngsters looked at her somewhat resentfully. Then they moved on away down the street.

The voluptuous blonde divorcee waited until they reached the corner, then moved up to take a look at Kelly's display for herself, blushing as she saw that the six copies of the book were accompanied by a tall cardboard full-color poster of a naked man and woman, locked in warm embrace. They were photographed in profile and it was only the tight fit of their naked bodies that served to partially conceal the woman's lusciously rounded breasts and the forbidden little nipples that crowned them.

For an extended moment Jennifer stared through the glass at the photograph. In spite of her indignation at finding it displayed in her own showcase, she had to admit that it was tastefully done. And the taste wasn't in the appeal of two extremely attractive models who'd posed for it, nor in the fact that it did not go out of its way to be vulgar or more revealing. The taste lay in the fact that a moment seemed to have been captured, revealed in the look of warm satisfaction in the man's eyes and the loving gratitude of the woman's. It was intended to depict a man and woman who had just made love, Jennifer realized with a sudden intensification of her breathing, and they had made love very well together, each to the other's satisfaction. And that was something she hadn't known for so long. She could hardly even remember that feeling. But she had experienced it. She had experienced it exquisitely and wonderfully, but oh so long ago.

But this still wasn't the kind of display she wanted in her show window, the young woman reminded herself, snapping out of her wistful reverie, and suddenly she turned and walked back into the shop, down along the bookracks to the window. To the astonishment of several of the young boy's gathered around, she reached over into the display window and retrieved the poster. To the half playful protests of the youngsters she carried it back through the curtain to the rear of the shop. Then she paused for a moment, a wave of nostalgia passing over her as she looked at it again and remembered. With a sigh she turned and moved back into the shop.

Most of the rest of the afternoon passed in comparative peace. The schoolboys lingered for a half hour or so and gradually filtered out. A few adult customers came and left. She sold two copies of her ex-husband's new novel and an elderly spinster bought a copy of The Joy of Sex. It was almost closing time when the lone and somewhat nervous young boy came in.

"Hello," Jennifer said cheerfully. "Can I help you with something?"

The boy stopped just inside the door and for a moment Jennifer thought he was going to retreat. He was cute and dark-headed, thirteen or fourteen, she would have guessed. In his hand he was carrying a small brown paper sack.

"Oh… no, ma'am," he said after a moment. "I just want to look… around."

"Please do," Jennifer said, returning her attention to the order list she'd been examining before the boy arrived.

A moment later the attractive blonde was disturbed again by the shy-looking youngster. He had approached the counter and he was staring at her almost fearfully. As she leaned over to look down at him Jennifer noticed that he was holding something behind his back.

"Yes?" she asked with a slight frown.

"Seven dollars and ninety-five cents?" the boy blurted, plopping the paper sack onto the counter with a jangling that indicated it was filled with coins, and producing from behind his back a copy of The Joy of Sex.

Jennifer's mouth dropped open with surprise and for a moment she could think of not a word to say. Before her the young boy's face gradually reddened and again she had the feeling he was on the verge of fearful flight.

"What is your name?" she finally croaked, realizing as she asked it how stupid the question sounded.

"Skip."

"Skip who?"

"Skip… Palmer," the boy said, fidgeting nervously. "You can… you can count it. I broke a piggy bank I've had since I was a… a kid and there was over eighteen dollars in it."

Almost absently Jennifer weighed the sack of coins. "I wasn't doubting your honesty. I just wonder why a boy your age would want to spend that much money for a book like this."

"Because… because… I…" the cute teenager's voice faltered.

"How old are you?" Jennifer persisted.

"Fifteen. Well… fourteen and a half."

"And what do you think your parents would say if they knew you were buying a book like this?"

"They wouldn't… they wouldn't say anything," the boy replied even more defensively and nervously than before.

"Would they disapprove?"

"No."

"You mean to say they would approve?"

"No. I… I didn't say that either."

"Then what do you mean exactly?"

Skip Palmer swallowed hard. "They're dead."

Jennifer felt the color drain from her face. Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding furiously and before her the young boy was almost visibly squirming. "I'm sorry," she managed at last. "I'm sorry, I couldn't have guessed."

"They got killed in a car wreck last year. Down in New Mexico where we lived. Then I was sent here to San Francisco to live with my grandmother. And that… that's why I want the book."

Jennifer blinked. "I don't know if I see the connection." Then the story came flooding out, as if the boy thought he could win her consent by keeping up a steady conversation.

"See, I'm sort of… sort of a freak in school here, because these kids grow up a lot faster than we grew up back there. Most of the guys in my class know everything about… about what's in that book. And I don't know anything. I don't even know where to start with… you know, with a girl. And if I try to ask some of the other guys they think I'm a queer or something."

Even Jennifer blushed at hearing the innocent-looking teenager use that crude word. But at the same time her heart went out to him. She was almost running over with empathy and compassion.

"And I can't ask my grandmother. She doesn't talk about anything but sin and hellfire and ever-lasting damnation. So I've got to have the book, don't you see?"

"But… Skip. This book was not intended for boys your age." Jennifer leaned forward and took the book gently from the young boy's hands. "This was designed for married couples. To help them… get more out of their lives with each other."

"But that's what I want to know about. What married people do. That's what the other boys talk about and even some of them… do it sometimes."

"Oh Skip!" Jennifer gasped. "Don't talk like that." She paused, observing the youngster's desperately pleading face. Then she pushed the sack of coins slowly back across the counter. "And I can't take your money. I can't sell you this book. Can't you imagine what your grandmother would say if she found it?"

"But I won't let her find it."

"That's not the point!" Jennifer snapped, surprised at the irritation in her voice.

But the edge to her tone was enough to take Skip aback. He retreated a step from the table, hanging his head sadly, blinking fast as though he would cry. Then he seized the paper sack and turned and stumbled hurriedly for the door. He was about to go out when Jennifer stopped him, hardly able to even believe the words as they burst spontaneously to her own lips: "Skip. Come back tomorrow about the same time. I'll look through the book tonight and select some passages I think will be suitable for a boy your age, if there are any. The material you need to know. We can go over it together, and I'll do my best to answer whatever questions you have."

CHAPTER TWO

It was with increasing apprehension that Jennifer awaited her after-closing engagement with Skip Palmer the next day. She still wasn't sure what it was that had prompted her to make her offer to go through The Joy of Sex with him. She hadn't even thought about the lack of wisdom in her proposal until the words were out of her mouth, and by then it was too late for her to back out.

Nor had she been encouraged by her hasty reading, last night, of the book itself. Though it was not really dirty, at least not in the sense of a dirty joke, it was explicit. It left very little to the imagination, and in spite of her own high moral standards even Jennifer had found some of the passages hard to resist. She could not help remembering the happier times in her own married life, when she and Stephan had made each other happy, when they'd done little things almost exactly as they were described in the book. And the recollection tapped an unfulfilled source of longing deep within her body. The Joy of Sex, she had to admit, was a compelling piece of literature. But she still didn't have the slightest idea how she was going to bring herself to go through it with Skip Palmer.

As six o'clock neared, the blonde divorcee found herself hoping that the young boy would not make his appearance, hoping he would be just as nervous as she and would finally not have the nerve to come back. But as the hour came and passed, she felt a twinge of inexplicable disappointment. Instead of seizing the opportunity to close the shop and leave, she sat mutely, still waiting. Perhaps fifteen minutes passed, then she started as the door opened and the handsome youngster came rushing in.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he blurted. "My grandmother had some errands for me to do."

"That's… all right, Skip," Jennifer said slowly. She was sitting on the stool behind the counter, her legs crossed and her modest length skirt smoothed gently down over her sensuous thighs. Skip was standing across the counter, waiting in silence. She thought a long time must have passed before she realized she was staring at him. "Oh!" the older woman said suddenly, shifting on the stool. "Let me close up and then we'll get to… to the book."

Conscious of the boy's eyes on the curves of her shapely body, Jennifer moved from behind the counter, went and locked the front door and drew the shades over the windows. Then she hesitantly led Skip back through the curtain and into the little room at the back of the shop, where the book The Joy of Sex, lay already open on the coffee table before the couch, turned to a chapter entitled Caresses for Building Excitement.

"All right, Skip," the nervous blonde said. "I suppose we should both sit on the couch so we can… so we can look at the book together."

"Yes, ma'am!" Skip replied with almost too much enthusiasm.

Jennifer looked at the teenager apprehensively for an instant before moving to take a seat. He came quickly around to join her, his eyes eagerly taking in the color photo of a man kissing a woman on the neck on the page to which the book was opened.

Crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt down to her knees, the uneasy blonde cleared her throat. "All right, Skip. I must admit I hardly know where to begin but…"

"You can begin wherever you want to. It's all interesting to me."

"Yes, I'm… sure it is." Jennifer glanced down at the photograph, then started to skim over the introduction to the chapter she'd selected. "As I told you yesterday," she began, "I'm afraid most of the material in this book will be irrelevant to your situation."

"My situation?"

"I mean, most of this is for married people. As a junior high school student, you're just not going to be going that far. But this chapter does describe what I think you call petting, and I suppose it would be futile to attempt to discourage even a boy as young as you from wanting to try that."

"Petting?" Skip asked, momentarily puzzled, then quickly added: "Oh, like making out, you meant."

"Yes," Jennifer replied. "I guess that's what you call it now." She coughed self-consciously. "All right… uh… tell me, Skip. Have you ever done that? Have you made out with a girl?"

Skip's mouth opened. It appeared he was about to speak, that the words faded on his very lips the moment they would have been voiced. His face reddened slightly and as she glanced down Jennifer saw that his hand was trembling. "Almost," he said at last in a croak.

"Almost? I don't know if I understand."

"That's the real reason I came to buy the book."

"What do you mean?"

"There's a girl I know… she's fifteen because she failed a year. Her name's Ramona Sawyer, and I don't think she's too good looking, not in the face anyway. But she's got… she's got, you know, titties and everything."

"Skip!"

"And she… she goes out with Tony Jackson and Fred McGuiness and some of those guys. Sometimes she even goes with a couple of them at once."

Jennifer blinked, shocked at the implications in that remark. She could remember hearing one of the more aggressive and flirtatious of the boys who'd come into the store being called Tony, and she was pretty sure that that was the boy Skip was referring to.

"Anyway," Skip continued, "she invited me to go down into the basement of the gym with her one day during lunch. I knew Tony and those fellows took her down there sometimes to make out with her and everything so I figured it was my big chance. But when we got there, I didn't know what to do."

Skip shook his head, then angrily slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. And the look in his eyes as he lifted them to Jennifer's face filled her with such emotion and compassion it was all she could do to keep herself from taking him immediately in her arms. "She just stood there with her arms open, grinning at me, and said, 'Let's do it!' And I couldn't figure out what to do. I sort of tried to kiss her. I could remember the way I used to kiss my mother when I was little, so I did it that way. But I know that's not the right way, and when I was through she just laughed at me and asked if that was all I was going to do. And I asked her what she wanted to do. And then… and then they all started laughing. All the guys. They were hiding down there watching me."

"Oh Skip, they're so cruel!" Jennifer gasped. "But don't you let that upset you. That was really nothing and…"

"And I'm a nothing. I'm a big fat zero and all the guys know it. Everybody in the whole darned school!"

"That's not true."

"That's what all the girls think too."

Jennifer couldn't resist reaching over to touch Skip on the wrist as she spoke. "I'm a girl, Skip. And I don't think that."

"You don't?" Skip gasped, staring up at her in disbelief. His heart was suddenly beating wildly in his chest, but he shook his head miserably, certain the attractive older woman was just saying what she'd said because she felt sorry for him.

"And I bet there are a lot of girls at that school who really like you. They just don't know how to let you know. You've got to learn to spot them, and then when you find one of them that you like, you encourage her to make her feelings known." Jennifer paused, her hand now dropping to Skip's knee, her blue eyes luminous under her thick lashes as she stared into his surprised face. "And when you find a girl you like, really like, you won't have the problem you had with that Ramona what's-her-name. You'll know instinctively what to do."

Skip's eyes again revealed a ray of hope. And again he shook his head. "You're talking to me like I'm a kid, because that's what I am to you. Just a stupid little kid."

"No, Skip. And I'm not that old. I'm only twenty-four." Jennifer fell suddenly silent. How old would twenty-four seem to a boy Skip's age? "Or maybe you do think I'm old."

"Heck no!" Skip exclaimed. The surprised teenager gaped in confusion at the ravishingly beautiful blonde who sat beside him on the couch. Almost against his will, his eyes began to search over the inviting curves of her sensuous body, lingering on the full firm mounds of her breasts before descending to her smoothly tapering waist and flaring hips, her long beautiful legs outlined under the gently clinging material of her skirt. His breath seemed to have caught in his throat, and it was a moment before he could find the means to go on: "I didn't mean that you were old, only that you were a woman, and you must think of me as just a silly kid. That's all I meant."

Jennifer nodded and smiled. She was aware of the boy's eyes curiously exploring her figure, and also very uncomfortably aware of a little excited tremoring deep in her own belly. Skip was so innocent, so sweet, and she knew he had suffered so unjustly for that innocence. But at the same time he was eager. And for reasons even she couldn't understand, she felt now that it would be a thrill to touch him, to hold him, to show him how to kiss and caress a woman, to teach him what he wanted to know in a way it could never be learned in a book. But she knew it was wrong to even be thinking like that, and she sat up suddenly stiffly on the couch, vowing to keep a close grip on herself and to rid her mind immediately of such insane fantasies.

"Now I've made you mad," Skip groaned, misunderstanding Jennifer's sudden movement. He twisted toward her on the couch, his eyes blazing with sincerity. "I think you're fantastic. I do. And… and I know you wouldn't let me do it, but I wish I could kiss you and find out what Ramona Sawyer meant for me to do."

"Oh Skip, you little sweetheart," Jennifer cried. Then, almost before she knew what she was doing, the voluptuous blonde woman had turned sideways to face him on the couch, her arms wrapping eagerly around his slim frame, her fingers combing softly through his dark brown hair. He was so cute and so sweet, and she knew he needed her so badly. He needed her the way she longed to be needed by a male. He had as much as admitted that he'd never kissed a girl, and she could feel him quivering in her arms, his teenage body rigid with excitement.

Jennifer took a deep breath and leaned forward, placing her cheek against his, listening to the youngster's boyish breath whistling raggedly past her ear. For a moment she recalled another young boy, a boy she'd known so long ago, with whom she'd first discovered the happiness of sex and love. And then she thought of something else, a dimly lit room in a Los Angeles hotel, where she'd come upon three nakedly writhing bodies, where she'd found her husband performing cunnilingus on one young starlet while another one licked and sucked at his rigidly pulsing cock. Then suddenly her whole mood was shattered and she abruptly released Skip from her embrace and rose hurriedly from the couch. She was aware of the boy staring at her in confusion, and she fidgeted nervously before him. Then she sighed and sat down again, though now leaving a considerable space between them.

"I'm sorry, Skip," she said with a hyper little laugh. "I don't know what came over me. But I know that wasn't what you came here for today. Nor was it why I invited you."

She hesitated for a moment then suddenly reached for the book and began to read aloud the introduction to the chapter she'd chosen to explore, a rather technical piece of material describing the relation between stroking, as a baby or small child being stroked and caressed by its parents, and the first sexual stroking experiments conducted by adolescent and pre-adolescent aged children, which subsequently went on to relate these two phenomena to adult sexual foreplay.

The perplexed youngster listened to her read, but though the subject matter seemed to be at least partly connected to what he had on his mind, he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts were jumbled by what had just taken place. He was vaguely aware that something strange was happening between him and the beautiful woman who but moments ago had held him in her arms. It was something he'd never experienced before, completely different from being held by his mother or by his grandmother, and he could hardly fathom the feelings it inspired in him. His whole body was still tingling from the warm softness of having had her arms around him, from feeling her big warm breasts pressing firmly against his chest as she'd pulled him to her. It seemed like something he'd only dreamed, but he knew he was wide awake. The nearness of her softly curved female body, and the scent of her sweet musky perfume was like a drug playing tricks with his mind and body. He knew he'd been on the verge of having his question about how to kiss a girl answered in a way he'd never dreamed.

Jennifer read a few more lines, then her voice faded. Beside her on the couch Skip was staring intently down at her thighs, teasingly outlined in the loose clinging material of her skirt, and suddenly she realized what was happening. He was excited. She was exciting him, and the realization of that sent a galvanic surge of tingling little shocks prickling in her belly and a trembling chill running up her spine. Hardly able to control herself, she reached over and touched his arm to attract him to look her in the eye.

"Do you… do you understand what I'm reading about?" she gasped, desperately hoping that her own urgently rising excitement had now shown in her voice. She had not been alone with any male like this since she'd left Stephan, and young as he was, Skip was still a male. She was acutely aware of that fact. She could feel the nearness of his supple young body, and it was having a very strong effect on her. All the months of loneliness she'd endured had taken their toll on her, and she realized she was in a very vulnerable condition.

"Do you understand?" she repeated, her voice quivering.

"I… I guess so," Skip stammered.

Jennifer's mind was racing wildly, and she desperately tore her eyes away from the enchanting sight of the boy's excited face. She tried to seize control of her thoughts, to think about anything other than the forbidden images flitting through her mind. But the unexplainable nervousness and excitement now mounting inside her was more than she could control. She felt almost like a teenage girl out with a boy for the first time, and she didn't think she'd been this shaky since the night she'd lost her virginity.

God, what was she thinking of?

Horrified at her wanton thoughts, Jennifer rose from the couch and moved around to the other side of the coffee table. She still held the book tightly in her hands, but unconsciously, she'd closed it. Now, becoming aware of this, she began to search hurriedly through for the passage from which she'd been reading. Then she stopped, letting the covers fall together, and bent and replaced it on the low table. Why was she getting so nervous about nothing? she asked herself. After all, Skip was only a boy, somewhat frightened of girls and over-excitable as any young boy who'd never even been kissed would be. She was an adult woman, almost twenty-five. Maybe she should simply kiss him and let him get past that barrier. It was really an inconsequential thing, and certainly a little practical experience would make it easier for him to understand the technical passages in the book they were supposed to be studying together.

"Come here, Skip," she said suddenly, the strain in her voice even more pronounced, though she refused to let herself think consciously about the possible results of what she was about to do. "There… there's something I want to show you."

Jennifer watched through narrowed eyes as the young boy hesitantly rose and walked around the coffee table to stand before her. It was crazy, she knew. It was insane and irresponsible on her part, a tempting of the devil. But she felt a compulsion now to give this innocent teenager at least this much, a kiss, a single simple little kiss, and as he stood nervously before her, she lifted her hand to touch his boyish cheek with her fingertips. She watched his eyes open wide as she leaned closer to him and touched his lips with her own, pressing her mouth lightly and softly over his, lingering for a brief but exquisite moment.

"There," she murmured with an uncertain smile as she lifted her lips from his. "Now you've kissed a girl, Skip."

Jennifer was able to meet the boy's delighted smile for but an instant longer; then she felt compelled to avert her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't face him now, and she couldn't bear the thought that he might be feeling the same thing she was now feeling. For even that brief and innocent little kiss had done something to her, to her body, that she would never have expected. It was horrible and unforgivable, nothing higher than crazy animal lust, and yet in spite of her revulsion and moral indignation at what was happening to her, Jennifer was becoming more excited with every passing instant.

"Th-thanks," Skip mumbled belatedly, his quavering voice confirming Jennifer's worst suspicions. He was still staring at her in astonishment, and he could feel a strange and pleasant kind of heat beginning to surge through his body. Even now, when she was refusing to look at him, he could sense the same wild excitement that moments before had been mirrored in her eyes. And he knew this was the time to say something cool, to say just the right thing that would attract her to continue with the crazy physical thing she'd started. But he didn't have the courage or the knowledge, and he could only gulp nervously at the sight of her full rounded breasts rising and falling heavily beneath the clinging material of the blouse she wore. He felt at this moment that she was the most gorgeous female he'd ever seen, and he still could hardly believe she had really kissed him.

"M-maybe we could do it again?" the thrilled young boy suggested falteringly, his face eagerly hopeful, flushed with excitement.

Before him the aroused twenty-four year old blonde hesitated, torn between her body's unnatural hunger to feel the sweet softness of the teenager's eager lips once again and the awful knowledge that she was now really flirting with danger. But just when it seemed she was going to win the battle with herself, the decision was taken out of her hands as Skip moaned lowly and lunged toward her, gathering her voluptuous body into his arms, standing on his tiptoes to again lock his mouth ardently over her parted lips.

The startled divorcee trembled, trying weakly to struggle free as the delicious erotic sensations rippled through every nerve in her body. She felt half-drunk with the sensual delight of the youngster's frantic boyish embrace, and his sinewy young arms held her tight until her breasts were crushed against his chest. Tingling sparks of rising lust seemed to be shooting crazily between their two intertwined bodies, and Jennifer's mind was suddenly filled with visions that bordered on shameless dreams of seduction. For a moment, she was completely lost in the mounting desires rushing through her body, and she allowed her lips to part yieldingly before the violent hunger of the teenager's inexperienced kiss.

Then, as she continued to squirm her body against Skip's as her hungry lips sucked ravenously at his eagerly exploring tongue, Jennifer realized what was happening to her. She knew now she was allowing herself to feel the same kind of wanton and unrestricted desire that had always engulfed her before she made love to her husband Stephan during the happier days of their marriage. But she knew at the same time it was absolute madness for her to let herself experience these feelings where this untouchable young boy was concerned. She couldn't have him, couldn't let herself have him, and she knew that by going on like this she was only increasing the frustration she was going to experience later. But she couldn't stop herself. Her body was aching with a need she'd almost thought she'd forgotten forever.

Now Jennifer felt absolutely shameless and she pressed her sensuously curved body even tighter against the trembling adolescent, delighting fin the sensations of his muscles rippling against her as he clenched her tightly to his heaving chest. Her leg pressed urgently against his thigh as she moved even closer, desperately trying to feel and touch more of his vibrant young body. Then suddenly she gasped as a surge of passion tore through her like a sheet of flame, and with a desperate groan she drew back and pushed the disappointed youngster away from her.

"That's enough, Skip," she gasped. "I want you to go now."

"But…?"

"I said that's enough! We have to stop! Get out of here. Get out of here this minute!"

Skip backed away from her, a thoughtful look appearing on his disturbed face. "But," he began finally. "If I go now, can I comeback tomorrow to continue with… with the book?"

"Oh Skip!"

"Please!"

"All right, all right! But now just go. Go before we both do something we'll regret."

CHAPTER THREE

"I want to read a chapter about doing it," Skip said stubbornly. "The real thing, I mean. I'm tired of all this kid's stuff."

Jennifer turned on the couch to gaze desperately down into the youngster's earnest face. This was the fourth time Skip had come to the shop after closing time for the purpose of going through the book on love, and they had already covered all of the material that she could in clear conscience bring herself to treat upon with the innocent teenager. And though Skip had learned quite a lot, as she knew all too well from the way he kissed during the nerve-wracking but still innocent sexual play that had accompanied their discussions, that these sessions had only served to whet his appetite.

"Come on, Miss Watson," the boy insisted. "I'm ready for that. I know enough now that I can understand it. I do!"

More as a distraction than anything else, Jennifer started to shuffle lightly through the pages of the sex manual, momentarily blushing as she found her eyes settling on a sketch of a man and woman sitting naked across from each other in the half-lotus position, obscenely caressing themselves with their hands. Beneath the picture was an italicized caption: "Mutual auto-eroticism as a method of building trust." Then abruptly she closed the book.

"I know you know enough to understand, Skip," she said firmly. "And that's why I think… I think these sessions have gone far enough. You've certainly learned everything you need to know at your age."

"But I haven't. I want to know about the real thing. About… fucking!"

"Skipper!" Jennifer gasped, standing up suddenly and moving away from the couch. "The fact that… that you would use that kind of dirty word to me demonstrates just how out of hand this whole business has gotten."

"I'm sorry," Skip mumbled. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, you know, sexual intercourse. I want to know about that." The tightness in the youngster's throat made him feel as if he were being choked and he stared at the sensuous but now disturbed blonde in passionate plea, quickly devouring every firm contour of her ripe female figure. All he could think of was that he had to convince her to keep going with what they'd begun. His whole life had changed during these last few days and he felt like an entirely different person from the nervous and uninitiated boy who'd arrived with the bag of coins from his piggy bank to buy the book that would teach him about sex. But he felt that he'd still only explored the tip of the iceberg, and he couldn't bear the thought of having her break the whole thing off now when they were just getting started good.

Suddenly convinced that he had to take some kind of positive action on his own behalf, the dark-haired young boy rose suddenly and lunged clumsily around the coffee table. Then with lightning quickness, he stepped forward and reached around Jennifer with both hands to catch the twin half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her to him and planting several awkward kisses on the sensitive white flesh of her neck just below the ears. "God, ma'am," he groaned heavily. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself. You're too beautiful and I like you too much."

Jennifer could feel the blood raging deep within her body and she suddenly realized the full extent of her lust toward this virgin young boy. She wanted more than to just kiss him and hold him. She wanted him kissing and sucking her naked breasts. She wanted him to make love to her, to ravish and fuck her, to thrust his hard little cock into her cunt, to find and quiet the source of the lustful thunder that was building through her loins. But it could not be. She had to stop it somehow before they went too far, but already his hands were tugging up at the hem of her skirt to massage her panty-covered buttocks under her dress, squeezing and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot.

At the same time she could feel his precious boy-cock thrusting up against the yielding flesh of her belly and pubic mound, causing her nylon-encased pussy to throb insanely in its own passionate welcome. She had to do everything she could to fight the illicit impulse to plunge her hand straight down under her clothing to rub the hotly tingling ridges of her vagina and her nipples were growing simultaneously hard, pressing impatiently against the suddenly abrasive material of her brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved and swelled with the sweet torment of her mounting excitement.

More and more the insane desire that had been building in her body was taking control of Jennifer's mind and emotions and she wriggled her torso provocatively against her young aggressor, a wild thrill coursing through her as she felt his swollen hardness jerk lewdly in his trousers. She wanted him now even more than she'd ever wanted him before during the times they'd made out together, and she knew that if they didn't have some kind of release they would both go out of their minds. But how? What?

The question was asked and it was answered in her mind with such shocking impact that her legs almost went weak beneath her. Into her mind flashed a memory of the drawing she'd briefly glimpsed a moment ago, and she knew in spite of all her rising guilt that that was the answer. That was the answer for both of them: masturbation.

It was too obscene for words, and yet in its very perversion it became now all the more irresistible. And she knew now that she had to have it. She had to be touched, down there, down between her thighs on the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She had to touch herself there, if necessary, or even better, she had to be touched by Skip.

Suddenly Jennifer wriggled free of the groping youngster and pulled back, staring narrow-eyed down at his questioning face. "Listen, Skip," she gasped. "Listen. Let's sit down on the couch for a minute and pull ourselves together and then…"

"Then what?"

"Then…" Somehow in spite of her shame she managed a smile. "Then, you'll see."

Almost deliriously Jennifer took Skip's hand and led him back to the couch. But as she turned and looked at the sofa's soft-cushioned surface, her courage almost deserted her. What was she doing to this trusting and vulnerable boy? To what perverted end would she be leading him by teaching him this obscene practice at his tender age? Even if he'd been seventeen, even sixteen, there Piglet be some way to justify that he was ready for serious sexual experimentation. But Skip was only fourteen. And as she felt his awestruck gaze drifting up and down her body from her high proud breasts to the invitingly full curves of her hips and thighs, she searched her brain for the wisdom to abandon her lewdly compelling scheme. But she knew it was too late to turn back. Once her mind had seized on the idea of satisfying her lust, she'd relinquished the hope of gaining control of her senses, and she barely even recognized as her own the husky voice she heard begin to speak.

"Come on and lie down on the couch, Skip. I am going to show you something… something more interesting that you still might do… with a girl your age."

Even in his adolescent innocence, the excited young boy recognized the suggestive tone in her words, and with a gasp of breathless delight he pulled the coffee table aside and took a seat. As she sank down onto the soft cushions beside him he fell eagerly into her waiting arms. Skip was so excited he could hardly believe what was happening to him, but he willingly kissed the older blonde, first on the lips and then on flee neck and throat with a fumbling youthful fervor that made her beautiful and voluptuous body tremble in passionate acceptance.

The teenager's virginal young cock jerked crazily against the tightness of his trousers every time the older woman wriggled against him. His whole string of experiences here in this store had been like a long crazy dream, and now it was getting even better than before. She was kissing him even more passionately than she had the times they'd done it in the last few days.

"Is it good?" the aroused woman murmured hotly into the teenager's ear. "Do you like it? Do you really like it?"

Jennifer's body was almost visibly shaking now from the force of her emotions. Erotic sensations were rippling through every nerve of her flesh and a long sigh of relief passed her lips as she saw the boy nod his wide-eyed affirmative response to her question. She felt almost drugged by the intoxicating closeness of the boy's tender young body and she knew for certain that this time she was lost. Really lost, wandering in a whirlpool of dizzying sexual energy that was beginning to pulse like a savage drumbeat through her tortured flesh.

"Do you want to learn, Skip? Do you really want to learn? Do you want to go through the whole book and discover and understand everything it has to tell?"

The excited older woman blinked. Had she said that? Had she really said that? She knew she had. She'd intended only to think it, and somehow she'd spoken aloud.

Skip stared at her with astonishment, feeling almost nauseous with the excitement churning in his stomach. For a moment he couldn't help being afraid she was only teasing him, but the way she'd kissed him just then, the way she was holding him just now, was enough at least to nurture his desperate hope.

"Would you like that, Skip darling?" Jennifer purred huskily, straining forward to plant little butterfly kisses all over his cheeks and lips and nose. "I could show you all the things you want to know about girls. Do you want me to?"

"Crap, yes!" Skip managed to croak. "Just show me what to do. I'll try anything."

The boy's stiff young cock was aching tightly under his trousers with each word she uttered and he felt almost delirious with his joyful disbelief at what was happening to him. Chills of wild desire were rushing madly up his spine as she kissed him again and he felt her darting wet tongue begin to play tauntingly over his lips, prying them apart to probe experimentally into the warm cavern of his accepting mouth.

Jennifer kissed him with a forbidden passion, her tongue working furiously against his. She knew she must be out of her mind to be making the promises she'd just made Skip, but her lecherous excitement had totally taken over her body and mind. It didn't matter in her present state, and she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. And as she recognized this truth again, her hand slipped around his waist, gliding over his belt to the hip of his trousers, caressing the firm curve of his boyish buttocks as she kissed him even more greedily. Her fingertips lingered lovingly on the juncture with his thigh as she savored the sweet torture of slowly moving her hand over his lean young body and then suddenly centering in on the source of her unnatural longing.

"Oh!" Skip gasped. "What are you doing?" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he felt her hand graze the length of his lustfully hardened cock through the material of his trousers.

Jennifer was too involved in the warmth and hunger surging through her own body to give him any answer but another long sensual kiss. Her brain was whirling in ever-widening spirals of sensual need and she stabbed her tongue between his lips again as her hand smoothed eagerly over the bulging front of his trousers. Tentatively she explored the tensely swollen outline of his penis, drawing her fingers tightly in to trace its length and breadth before beginning to fumble urgently with the zipper itself.

God, she thought he was so beautiful and so helpless and so vulnerable. And she gloated in the deranged joy of discovery as her fingers at last began to work the zipper down to open his fly.

Skip's throat constricted until he felt as though he would never catch his breath again. He could feel Jennifer's cool fingertips delving into the opening of his trousers until they made sudden naked contact with the throbbing hard shaft of his virginal penis. The sheer sensation made his whole body tremble and he felt just then as if at any minute he might explode into a million pieces. This beautiful and experienced woman was actually touching him there inside his pants! And she was smiling and panting as if she loved it! This was more than he could have dreamed of and he thought he was going to faint with delight as he felt her fingers tighten hungrily around his pulsing hardness.

Skip didn't resist as Jennifer pressed him back into a reclining position on the long couch, and another gasp of excitement and surprise burst to his lips as he felt her slip her hand gently into the fly of his trousers to pull out the hard slender rod of his lustfully erected cock. He watched avidly as she began a bold stroking of his stiffly distended penis right in front of his own gaping eyes, sliding the loose outer skin up and down in her eager grip, slipping her fingers inside his pants to tease at his sperm-loaded testicles with her nails. He felt as though he'd die if she didn't stop it, but he silently prayed that she would keep doing it for a long long time.

Then suddenly the aroused teenager stiffened as he felt himself beginning to lose control. "Oh-oh!" he groaned. "Miss Watson, I can't take much more of that. I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

Jennifer ceased the teasing movement of her hand, letting it rest still and light around the boy's straining cock-shaft as she smiled tenderly down into his eyes. "I know what you're going to do, Skip. You're going to cum. And that's what I want you to do. But I want to cum too. I want to cum with you and I want you to help me with your hand. All right?"

Then Skip's astonishment increased as the trembling woman scooted up the couch until her ripe buttocks were cushioned against his elbow, and raised up to suddenly tug her skirt up off the tightly rounded mounds of her panty-clad ass-cheeks. And then, to the boy's even greater surprise, she raised right up off the couch and slowly tugged the panties down to her mid-thighs, completely exposing her naked buttocks and belly and golden haired mound of her cunt to his hungrily leering eyes as she tuned to sit sideways on the couch against him.

Jennifer smiled down deliriously, her tongue flicking automatically out to moisten her lips as her hand tightened about the straining shaft of his cock. "All right Skip," she moaned. "Now we're going to make each other cum. Put your hand between my legs and play with my pussy while I finish jacking you off."

In spite of his inexperience, Skip needed no further encouragement. But even as he reached eagerly to do Jennifer's bidding, the now half-naked blonde seized his wrist to guide his young hand up between her sensuously parted thighs. She gasped aloud at the sudden contact of his middle finger on the tingling flesh of her lust-moistened pussy and, never taking her hand from his wrist, she began to guide it in an up and down stroking motion along the length of her little hair-lined cuntal slit.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Jennifer gasped, beginning to squirm her buttocks on the couch and simultaneously resuming the up and down skinning movement of her hand on Skip's twitching cock. Then she groaned as the boy's eagerly searching fingers instinctively parted the yielding pink folds of her cuntal lips and began to probe experimentally straight up into the sensitive and tender flesh.

"Uuuggghhh!" she gasped, her whole body jerking from the short stab of slight but pleasing pain, a shiver racking her voluptuous torso as his thumb brushed against the hotly erected little bud of her clitoris.

Beside her on the couch Skip was grunting and groaning with equal eagerness. He hadn't masturbated a single time since he'd begun coming here to the book shop after closing hours, and the repeated titillation he'd derived from the petting sessions that always occurred with Miss Watson had pushed him already to the brink. And now the sensation of having the woman's hand on his cock, the sheer newness of the feel of having a female jack him off, was more than he could resist. His balls were about to burst and his cock was already twitching spasmodically in anticipation of its lewd but unpreventable ejaculation.

"Oh!" he gasped again. "I can't hold it. I can't hold it much longer."

"That's all right, Skip," Jennifer managed in her own delirium. "Just finger-fuck me while you're doing it. Finger-fuck me as fast as you can."

An instant later she looked down through lustfully narrowed eyes as the first hot white droplets of Skip's juvenile male cum began to spurt from the little slitted glans at the tip of his cock. It shot up and hung in the air like sparks from a spewing volcano, falling back to shower on her own forearm as she continued the hasty workings of her hand on his hotly jerking little penile shaft.

Then she returned her gaze to her own lower abdomen where, below her bunched-up dress, she could see his fingers working frenziedly in and out of the soft clinging opening of her blonde-fringed cunt where it nestled so invitingly between her wantonly scissoring thighs. She gritted her teeth, relishing the anticipatory spasms of her lust-aroused little clitoral bud, straining for her own release as she felt the increasing tremors of excitement surge through her belly and loins.

"Yes, Skip, oooooooh yes!" she murmured hotly at the promise of sensual release welling up in her tormented genital flesh. Then gradually it began, a sudden fluttering, a little series of mild but gratifying pleasures, a seeming lightening of her whole body, a momentary blanking of her mind as the little waves of ecstasy went coursing through her belly.

And then, as suddenly as it had started it was finished. A low sigh heaved out of her throat and she slacked the movements of her hand as she felt Skip's cock twitch one last time and become still. Then with her other hand she gently pushed his fingers from her loins and away from her sensitive inner thighs. She looked tenderly down at the panting boy for a moment, then got up suddenly and went to the bathroom for a towel, her panties still spanning her thighs. It had been so good, she thought. But not nearly good enough. It had come too quickly, too easily. It had been far short of what she was capable of when she climaxed. But there was only one way she could obtain that real and maximum release. Only actually being fucked could give her that.

"Are we really going to do what you said?" Skip asked almost pleadingly as Jennifer returned and used the towel to wipe up the droplets of white slick cum that stained his shirt and trousers and the cushions of the couch.

Jennifer stared back at him in shameless silence for a moment. It was wrong, it was so wrong, and she knew if she had a brain in her head she would stop this affair now before everything was lost. But the mildly relaxing orgasm she'd just achieved had served to whet her appetite and even now she found herself longing for more and more. She wanted this young boy, she wanted him in every way she could have him, and even as she was trying to tell herself to tell him no, another more lascivious-minded portion of her brain was constructing the lewdest scenario of which she could even have conceived. It was a scenario that would build relentlessly through three lustfully shocking acts to the climax of this innocent teenager's initiation to the act of sexual intercourse itself. And the first act of the scenario had already been played.

"Yes, Skip," she nodded at last. "We're going to do it all. And if you're sure you can keep your grandmother from seeing the book, I want you to take it home with you tonight and start reading it yourself. Read chapter six, then come back tomorrow and we'll practice what you've learned."

"You mean we're really going to do it, tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

Jennifer smiled, almost sadly. "Yes, we're really going to do it. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have another surprise for you."

CHAPTER FOUR

Jennifer looked up breathlessly as Skip's face appeared at the bookstore's glass front door against the background of the falling twilight outside. All day long she'd been waging an inner struggle with herself, considering and rejecting and considering again the possibility that when he arrived she should just send him away in the hope of salvaging what remnants remained of her own self-respect. But she'd known deep down inside that it was a losing battle from the beginning. The die had been cast in yesterday's lewd but titillating episode. She was like a gambler. She was hooked, even if it meant her doom.

"Hello, Skip," she said as the young boy opened the door and came inside, the book that had been the catalyst to this whole bizarre experience fucked under his arm as an unnecessary reminder of why he was here.

"Hi, Miss Watson," the boy answered excitedly, his eyes falling to her slender shapely thighs revealed by the short miniskirt she'd chosen especially for him.

Jennifer pulled the blinds over the window and locked the door, then led her young friend behind the counter and through to the cozy little room in back. She turned and smiled down at him tenderly, her eyes hungrily taking in his cute small figure as she mused over what he must be thinking now, regarding that chapter she'd told him to read from the book that was serving as the text to her decline and fall.

"Did you read the chapter I told you to in the book?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Well… uh… I think I must have. I forgot which chapter you said but I read the whole first half of the book. And boy, some of that stuff really sounds like fun. Are we gonna do all that? Which chapter did you say for me to read?"

The questions were coming rapid-fire from the eager teenager's lips, furthering evidence of his genuine excitement. Jennifer moistened her lips in building anticipation. "It was chapter six."

"Chapter six," Skip mumbled, opening the book and starting to thumb hurriedly through it. Then as he found the sketch of the naked man and woman lying in reverse embrace, each partner's head nestled obscenely in the other's loins, and read the chapter heading Oral Stimulation as a Means or an End, his mouth dropped open wide. He stared at the page in shock for a moment, then lifted his eyes slowly to Jennifer. "Wow! Are we going to do that? I've heard some of the other guys talking about it. They call it sixty-nine. Are we going to do that?"

Jennifer smiled. "I don't know, Skip. I don't want to force you into anything. Do you think you would like to do it?"

Skip's face paled momentarily. "Golly! You really mean it? Eating each other?"

Jennifer almost squealed with joy at the boy's slight display of apprehension. It was the clearest signal he could have given her of her innocence, and it only increased her own perverse anticipation.

"We'll see," she said after a moment. "We'll see how you feel about it, because I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do." She paused, taking a deep breath, wanting to see the look on the boy's face at her next statement. "But I am going to suck your cock, the way it's described there in the book."

"Jesus," Skip whispered under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the smiling woman. Just the thought of her taking his cock in her mouth almost drove him out of his mind and even now he could feel his penis beginning to twitch hurriedly to a full tingling erection inside his trousers. He'd read chapter six and he'd found it one of the most exciting chapters in the whole first half of the book. But even as he was reading it he'd hardly been able to bring himself to believe that people really did the things that were described in it. He certainly hadn't imagined the sexy blonde owner of the bookstore would ever do anything like that to him. And now she was proposing that very thing. She was going to suck him whether he was willing to do the same thing for her or not. And though he wasn't sure about the latter, he sure didn't have any objections to letting her do the former.

"That doesn't make you nervous, does it?" Jennifer asked lustily, as if she'd read the boy's thoughts.

"Gosh no!" said Skip almost too eagerly. "Heck, I'd really like that!"

"Then help me get undressed," she told him, again relishing the response on his face.

"You mean naked?"

"I mean naked," said Jennifer. "Have you ever seen a naked woman?"

Skip swallowed with momentary embarrassment and shook his head. "But I really would like to."

"Then unzip me," the blonde divorcee said, turning her back to the eager teenager.

Skip's hands shook as he reached toward the older woman to undo the zipper down the back of her dress, the excitement surging through his body making him awkward as he tugged at the tiny tab so Jennifer finally reached back with one hand to open the garment before he ripped it forcibly from her body.

Without a moment's hesitation, the teenager's fingers dug deep into her skin as he got a hold on the clasp of her brassiere, his breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn hook. Again it was Jennifer who finally undid that, then abandoned her body to his eager fingers as they tore the garments down over her cream-white shoulders. His hands still shaking with his urgency, Skip grasped her shoulder, turning her until she stood facing him, with her firmly quivering nipple-peaked breasts completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

The young divorcee's face radiated an almost fierce pride as she smoothed her hands up over her softly contoured rib cage to cup the full rounded melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts. She leaned tantalizingly toward him until she held her nipples right before his incredulous face and squeezed them toward his eyes.

"Do you like them, darling?" she asked softly. "Would you like to kiss them?"

A sigh of childish delight whistled from his parted lips and then suddenly the youngster's head bobbed forward, his mouth fastening greedily over the rigid pink tip of her thrusting left breast. Jennifer moaned and swayed as she felt his boyish lips begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive mounds of flesh. His hands trailed over her body, excitedly discovering her soft curved buttocks and thighs, and at the same time his lips danced lightly over her breasts, licking and kissing the silken white flesh pressed smotheringly over his face. She basked in the ecstasy of the teasing contact for a moment, then reluctantly pulled back to disengage herself.

"Wait, darling, wait," she laughed softly down at him. "Don't you want to see the rest of me? Now I'm going to take everything off."

Skip could only nod his assent, his eyes fixing hungrily on her beautiful, half-stripped body, consuming the lushly inviting contours she was about to reveal completely to his curious gaze. He still didn't dare believe it was really about to happen. The salacious smile that curved her lips as she bent over and her pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively downward taunted him, and he watched her push her dress off her wide-flared pelvis and down off her thighs. Then she pressed her thin blue panties down over her rounded hips, exposing her tiny indented navel, the small bowl of her belly, and then finally the naked blonde triangle of her pussy hair. And seeing it now was still every bit as good as seeing it last night for the first time had been.

The lewdly aroused older woman turned away from her ardent pupil and with a barely managed casualness stooped to pick up the garments she'd shed. As she performed the gesture her smoothly rounded buttocks spread slightly and Skip gulped dryly at the first sight of her pouting hair-fringed cunt from behind and the forbidden little hole centered in shadow in the deep crevice between her ass-cheeks. And though he hadn't forgotten her vow that they wouldn't really have sexual intercourse tonight, Skip felt nonetheless that he was at the turning point of his life. Simply after what he'd seen tonight, he would never be the same again.

Jennifer pitched her clothing onto a chair and led the panting youngster around the coffee table to the couch. Still standing before it, she pressed her breasts again toward his face, taking his hands and placing the palms of them right over her rigid little nipples.

"They feel nice, don't they?" she purred. "Play with them, sweetheart. Squeeze my nipples. That's one of the things women like most."

Skip followed her directions with a shaky precision, rewarded almost instantaneously by the tiny cry of delight that rose in her throat as his hands seized both of the full mounds of her throbbing breasts and pushed them together like two straining honey melons until the pink-hued nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident every minute, the virginal fourteen year old rolled the pointed tips around and around on his swabbing tongue as her hot breath panted excitedly down the back of his neck.

Sparks of crazy lust shot through the blonde divorcee's naked loins and into her lower belly as the boy's hands slipped down from her bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the white full swells of her buttocks. As his hands moved, he kissed and licked all over her heaving breasts, his breath rasping into her naked cleavage as his fingers searched lower to touch tentatively the soft blonde hair of her cunt. Then, drawing experience from the night before, he slid his fingers up into the forbidden valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen outer lips of her pussy and feeling her clitoris stiffen. Jennifer quivered weakly against his shoulder, the contact sending delicious shafts of pleasure piercing up through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.

"Are we going to do it?" he groaned hoarsely. "Are we going to do what you said?"

"Ooooooh God, yessss!" Jennifer cried mindlessly as her arms loosened their hold around Skip's neck and she began impatiently to undo the buttons of his shirt. She was a complete slave to the unnatural urges of longing that coursed through her body, and already she could almost taste the slick little shaft of his cock in her mouth. She had promised to suck him off, and tomorrow night she would fuck him. Then, after that was done, she would try to find a way to extricate herself from this doomed affair before all was lost. At least that's what she continued to tell herself.

She tore his shirt away and bent to kiss his chest, taunting the little hard nipples of his developing torso with her flicking tongue tip. Then, her lips never leaving his skin, she pushed him down to lie prone on the couch, dropping to her knees beside him and trailing her slavering tongue lower on his body, down over his shuddering belly to dart it teasingly into the little hole of his navel.

Yes, she thought deliriously to herself. Yes, this was ecstasy. And if she deserved punishment for her obscene act, she would wreak it on herself right as she was doing it. She would humiliate herself in her sucking of his cock in the depraved hope of at least partially expiating her guilt. And with that in mind she hurriedly tore at his trousers snap and unhitched his belt, tugging them quickly down over his slim hips and buttocks to leave them finally clutching obscenely at his ankles. Then she paused for a moment, feasting her eyes hungrily on the upthrust and stiffened cock that speared outward from the thin sprinkling of his dark pubic hair and the crinkled sac of his virile young balls that lay softly between his legs.

God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be seducing this vulnerable teenager like some sort of carnivorous woman who preyed on the flesh of the innocent. And yet he was so handsome and she was in such desperate need of love. She couldn't help herself, and from that point of view it didn't really even seem wrong. And anyway, it was far too late to back out now.

With a low gasp Jennifer leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Skip's hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of the bluish glans at the tip to flick up a tangy tasting little drop of seminal fluid that had already seeped forth.

"Ooooooooooooh!" the teenager groaned.

Gripping his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger at its base to pull down on the foreskin, she gazed hungrily at the completely exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening staring back at her like a single all-seeing eye. Then with a soft moan of surrender to her irresistible urges, she dropped her head lower and let her lips envelop the rubbery nub-ended head.

Skip gasped out a low cry, his cute young face turning a deep pink as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman whose sweet curving lips were holding his erect cock so warmly between them. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cock-head and sending unbelievable charges of shock rippling through his loins. He couldn't understand why or how this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a dream. It was really happening. This beautiful blonde adult woman was actually naked and kneeling on the floor beside the couch, her big cushioning breasts bouncing and swaying softly as she nibbled hungrily on the end of his aching cock like a kid with a lollipop.

And as his excitement almost overcame him, Skip suddenly lunged his buttocks up from the couch in a gesture of instinctive aggression that drove the palpitating rod of his penis all the way to the hilt in Jennifer's lewdly stretched mouth.

The obscenely sucking woman could feel the youngster's fingers crawling eagerly over the flesh of her naked body as her head rose up and down over the young surging shaft that invaded her lips. Though Skip's sudden seizing of the offensive had almost gagged her, she took a masochistic delight in his merciless use of her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd encouragement as his hand drifted lightly over her upthrust ass-cheeks. Then again he thrust his hips upward, impaling her mouth even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she was certain she would really choke. She gagged again, struggling to regain her breath on the out stroke before once more he pistoned hard between her lips. Then the youngster's hands moved up to the back of her neck and he seized her by the hair to hold her face against his loins as he rammed eagerly upward again and again until he was battering her nose with his shattering upward thrusts.

The shameless blonde moaned in wanton desperation as she felt his hands tense and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly increase in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging up and down in a staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper up into her slavishly sucking mouth. She could feel it pulsing against the sides of her cheeks and she realized with a sudden rising desperation that the end was fast approaching. He was going to cum in her mouth. And she knew there wasn't a way in the world for him to stop it.

Her own body trembling in masochistic bliss, Jennifer reached down with one of her hands to thrust it up between her thighs, her middle finger finding the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris to begin to stroke back and forth swiftly across it. And despite all her shame and indignation at the thought of submitting to what was about to happen, she began to work even harder to please the excited teenager with the obscene ministrations of her lips and tongue. She twirled her tongue around the lust-bloated glans at the end of his cock, tightening her lips around the thick hot shaft like a rubber band, scraping softly with her teeth to elicit little incoherent gasps and cries from his throat. She knew that she couldn't expect Skip to control himself when she was doing this to him. So if he was going to climax, she was ready for it. She began to long for his cum and hunger for it with just the thought of it squirting into her mouth and spilling down her throat.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Skip's loins as he again raised his head to watch the blonde's face with his cock sunk deep up between her ovalled lips. He could see tiny droplets of sweat rolling in thin rivulets down the side of her body as she bucked and writhed like a she-demon over him. The muscles of his stomach tightened as he arched himself up from the couch, ramming farther and farther into her throat as he pulled her head down even tighter with both his hands. And then suddenly it began. His cock gave a series of violent jerks and the dam burst in obscene torrent as the wetly searing droplets of cum came squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release.

Jennifer groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing stream, her finger continuing to work in rapid frenzy up between her thighs. She gurgled as the slick male semen squirted down her throat, clasping her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly lurching member, her tongue swirling swifter and swifter around the throbbing head. In her masochistic delight, she was determined to suck him dry, to completely milk his youthful essence in obscene completion of her own richly deserved humiliation and disgrace.

And as she threw herself whole-heartedly into her task, Skip's husky groans of pleasure only drove her to greater effort. Drop after drop of his life-giving sperm surged up from his tender penis and down her throat, the excess dribbling from the corners of her mouth in spite of all her efforts to prevent wasting it, and it seemed like an eternity before the hands holding her head finally fell away and the throbbing cock gave a final spurt of its salty hot fluids and stopped. Then it slipped from her mouth and Jennifer raised up to gaze through lust-glazed eyes at the young boy to whom she'd just given pleasure like a sacrificial slave.

Skip stared dazedly back at her, his eyes descending her glistening torso to the blonde-haired mound of her pubis, where he could see her hand still pressed tightly over her unfulfilled genitals. And beyond all his inexperience, he was sure he understood.

"I'm sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't hold it back. You were sucking me too good."

"I know, Skip," said Jennifer weakly.

"But I can get it up again. I know I can. We can go ahead and fuck tonight."

Oh how wonderful that would be, Jennifer thought in the delirium of her maddening need. But she was determined to save that moment, to relish and anticipate it until she could hardly stand it, and almost sadly she shook her head.

"No, Skip. Not tonight. When I… fuck… I mean, let you fuck me, I want you new and fresh. We'll wait until tomorrow night and then it will be even more fun. And tonight you take the book and read about it so you'll know what to do."

CHAPTER FIVE

Lou Kelly had been caught in a traffic jam at Mission Dolores and it was five minutes after six when he finally pulled to a stop across the street from the bookstore.

"Damn it," he cursed softly to himself, gazing across at the shades drawn across the window. He'd gotten himself half drunk during the process of killing the afternoon in a bar in the Tenderloin, intentionally wanting to put in his appearance at the shop just before closing time in the hope that he'd have a better chance of getting somewhere with the sexy blonde bombshell who ran it. And now, because of that damn traffic jam, he'd missed her.

Lou was just about to pull away from the curb when the three boys walking down the opposite sidewalk toward him caught his attention, though it was not so much the boys that interested him as what the smaller and younger looking of the three was carrying. And even at this distance the book distributor recognized it unmistakably. It was a copy of The Joy of Sex.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense that told Lou to wait where he was. He watched the boys approach, then stop, the three of them gazing across the street at the closed shop. Though he couldn't hear the exchange going on between them, he had at least a vague idea of what they must have been saying. The two older boys were razzing the smaller one about something evidently the fact that the shop was closed. And the younger one seemed very defensive about it. Then Lou narrowed his eyes, watching with even greater interest as this boy, book tucked under his arm, started briskly across the street. The other youngsters moved into the shadows of a doorway, and Lou waited where he was, sliding low down in the car seat so he could just peer out the window. He watched the young boy knock hesitantly at the door. His eyes widened as the shade was pulled aside and he saw Jennifer Watson's sensuous face peering out. Then the door opened, the boy went in, and the door closed again behind him.

"I'll be damned," Lou Kelly whispered softly to himself. "I'll just be Goddamned!"

***

Inside the little room in the back of the bookstore, Jennifer smiled as she saw Skip's surprised reaction to the fact that she'd folded the couch out into a bed in anticipation of his visit tonight for what was, she had vowed, to be the culmination of the lurid affair they were having. "We'll be able to move around better this way," she explained lustily.

"But where did you get it?" he asked.

"Get it?" She frowned, then smiled as it dawned on her that he didn't understand. "Oh. Skip, you silly boy. It's just the couch. It folds out to make a bed."

"Oh," Skip croaked.

Jennifer's eyes were glossy with desire as she reached up and began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. Skip lifted his gaze slowly toward her, watching with building excitement as she parted the material off the high upthrust mounds of her brassiere-clad breasts, then pushed the dress from her shoulders to let it drop lightly to a heap at her ankles, leaving her naked except for the brassiere and her thinly revealing panties. She flicked her tongue sensuously from her mouth, a mischievous smile of anticipation playing on her lips. "Aren't you going to get undressed too, Skip?" she said softly. "You can't fuck me with your clothes on."

"Yes, ma'am," Skip said with slight embarrassment, beginning hesitantly to undo his shirt.

Jennifer watched the boy undress even as she reached up behind her back to deftly undo the snap to her brassiere. She shed the flimsy little garment down her arms and the full high-set mounds of her voluptuous breasts burst suddenly into freedom, their contact with the air causing her ripe pink nipples to swell almost instantly to tingling rigidity. Then she wriggled teasingly out of her panties to stand totally naked before the young boy just as he began to squirm out of his trousers. Then, when Skip was finally also naked, his hard cock looming up already in pulsating erection, she took his hand and urged him gently onto the fold-out bed.

"Now come to me, my little lover," Jennifer purred softly as the teenager reclined beside her. Slowly she began to explore his tense young body with her hands, feeling the sleekly developing muscles draw hard and tight as she caressed the secret hollows and crevices of his form. Her soft lips that had last night nurtured and sucked his cock to lewd ejaculation now clasped hungrily over his young mouth and her searching tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thighs over his slender hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly against him with a provocative undulating motion. Then greedily she pulled him toward her until the length of his insistent boy-cock was prodding up against the soft-haired mound of her pussy.

Jennifer sighed deeply, squirming even tighter against the hotly breathing young boy until the gleaming blood-swollen head of his cock was twitching right up against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Delirious with lust, she kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting young mouth as her hand caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even closer against her.

"Oh my darling Skip… my sweet baby," she gasped breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against him in a prematurely abandoned fucking motion. She wriggled up on the bed until his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even greater pressure with the flushed entrance of her vagina. "I'm going to make you so happy, Skip. This one last night we'll have together I'm going to make everything we've been through well worth your while."

Skip blinked, too aroused to comprehend what she was saying. "Oh yessss, please," he pleaded, barely able to even speak in the rising torment of his almost unquenchable need.

His twitching penis felt as though it were a stick of dynamite about to explode against the hair-fringed softness of her cunt-lips, and her obscene writhing motions only made it throb and ache all the more. It was jammed hard against the furry warmth of her vaginal furrow while her fingers were beginning to play down into the crack of his buttocks, over the sensitivity of his defenseless little anus, until he could hardly stand it.

"Do it to me," he groaned in submission. "Do it to me now."

"Yes, lover, very soon," Jennifer purred. "But you have to get me ready." Refusing to think of the moral considerations of the act she was about to commit, the naked blonde slid higher up on the bed until her swollen, tight-rippled breasts were even with his face. She cupped his chin in her hand to draw his mouth closer to one distended rosy tip and pressed the full cream-white mound in toward him with her other hand. "Suck it, darling, suck it," she groaned. "I just love it when you take my breasts in your mouth and suck."

Maddening sensations raced through her belly as she watched Skip's lips part from the contact of the bud-like nipple points brushing lewdly against them. Then, with licentious delight, she pressed it forward into his mouth.

"Ooooooooh yes, that's beautiful my darling," she gasped as the boy's lips closed over the tingling pink nipple. She whimpered and moaned in unrestrained passion as his tongue swiped eagerly around it, as unintelligible whimpers of encouragement issued from her sultry lips she inched her own soft palm down his chest and flat belly to fondle his thrusting cock and squeeze his tight young balls.

Skip was so excited he could have screamed. Her hard rubbery nipples were jabbing into his mouth as he sucked at first one and then the other, his skill growing with practice as he clenched his fingers around the resiliently yielding softness of the rounded mound it peaked. Her hand had started pumping up and down on his cock, and it felt so good he thought he was going to cum before he could even get it in her if she kept it up much longer.

Jennifer basked for another few moments in the joy of the boy's hungry sucking and licking of her breasts. And then, when she thought she could no longer bear the exquisite teasing sensation, she tore her breast out of his mouth and wriggled back down beside him on the bed again. Her hand stroked forcibly up and down the smooth taut flesh of his penis for a last instant, feeling its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm sticky fluids oozing from the lust-engorged tip. Then, with a deep moan, she reached out with her arms to entwine them around his back, pulling him over on top of her until his smooth chest flattened down heavily against the fullness of her breasts.

Jennifer waited breathlessly, feeling the awkward youngster uncertainly trying to pry her thighs apart. She yielded eagerly, then lifted her pelvis joyfully to meet the welcome weight of his hips as he slipped down between her legs and situated himself in a trembling push-up stance over her now spread-eagled form.

"Yes. Now we're going to do it," she groaned. "Now we're going to fuck!"

In his whole short lifetime, Skip had never heard an adult woman talk as dirty as Jennifer Watson did. And yet there was something about the sugary sound of her voice that made the four-letter words sound like poetry recited to soft music, and they sent further crazy jolts of outrageous stimulation raging through his groin. Voiceless, he held himself poised above her, his eyes taking in hungrily the titillating spectacle of her spread out in surrender beneath him with her thighs splayed wide apart to completely expose the moistly glistening little slit waiting there just before the tip of his eagerly surging cock.

As if in a dream, Skip's boyish face swam before Jennifer's lust-glazed eyes and she felt the virile hardness of his quivering young penis slipping down the full length of her excitedly dampened vaginal crevice. The lurching head of his rampant hardness rested almost straight up between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself slowly and teasingly up and down the desire-moistened slit between her legs as the boy's hips began to move forward between her thighs in a desperate effort to jam it inside her.

"Oh baby, here… let me help you," she gasped finally in her own desperation. Reaching down between their lewdly poised bodies, Jennifer grasped the full length of his slender rock-hard penis and with a choking moan she guided the arrow-shaped head into the cleft of her loins, carefully positioning it between the hair-framed lips of her inflamed vagina. She secured it there with one hand and placed the other eagerly on the boy's excitedly clenching buttocks, drawing down with all her strength in an effort to pull him into her, to let his young penis fill her and quench once and for all the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly.

The spread-eagled blonde's whole slavishly surrendered body twitched and trembled from the sudden increase of pressure against her tender pussy orifice. Then her glittering eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt just the hard round head pop up between the sensitive ragged lips. She held her breath, lying for what seemed an eternity in utter wantonness beneath the teenage boy waiting for him to complete the torrid impalement of her wetly lubricated pussy.

"Oh Skip, do it now!" she pleaded. "Thrust into me as hard as you can."

That was enough to evaporate the youngster's inhibitors and he was overcome in a hot wave of sheer masculine lust as he heard the gorgeous older woman's urgent plea. He could never have dreamed an adult woman would be talking to him like that while he was still just a stupid kid, and the idea of her actually begging him to put his penis inside her gave him a feeling of power and strength the likes of which he'd never known. With a wild thrill of conquest, he drove his narrow hips down against her frantically squirming loins, hearing her gasp as his tingling cock-head wedged deeper up into the tightly resisting mouth of her open-splayed pussy.

Slowly the boy's straining cock-shaft wormed its was up into Jennifer's tightly clasping vaginal sheath, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her cunt so that she winced at the sharp sensation of mingled pain and pleasure as he surged up into her desire-inflamed loins. He seemed to burrow into her forever, filling her to the hilt as she lay helplessly quivering in the raw and tantalizing promise of incipient ecstasy. She groaned hoarsely as at last she felt the hard rubbery head lodge tightly against her cervix and Skip's swollen balls gave a light bounce into the cheeks of her quivering buttocks.

"That's right, darling," she purred huskily. "Oh yessss… just like that. Now, give it to me, darling. Screw me until I'm screaming for it."

To Skip, Jennifer seemed to have gone out of her mind. Her beautiful mouth was loose and panting and she was wide-eyed and wild as a lust-crazed animal, her thighs scissoring open and closed on his flanks, her head flailing gently from side to side on the pillow, her hands kneading and clawing his naked buttocks.

"Do you want to fuck me, Skip?" she hissed through clenched teeth, revealing even further the depravity that gripped her. She was lost now in the deluge of her unspent passion and she tightened her secret inner muscles warmly around his buried cock as she continued in a voice that sounded completely delirious: "Look down between us, darling. Look down and tell me if you are excited by what you see."

"W-what?" the lust-dazed youngster mumbled, more concerned at the moment with the new sensations of the caress of her cock-hungry pussy on the shaft of his flexing penis.

"Look at your cock, darling," she urged him silkily. "Look at it sticking in my pussy."

Levering himself up on his elbows, the bewildered teenager gazed down between their naked bodies and gasped at the unbelievable spectacle of the beautiful older woman lying flat out beneath his body, his adolescent cock immersed all the way to the base in the hair-framed slit of her pussy. Right below his face he could see her swollen milk-white breasts heaving with each breath she took, and suddenly he knew he could remain still no longer. Something about the way her cunt was clinging and working around the deeply buried shaft of his cock called for movement, for friction, for fucking the way he'd seen dogs doing back home in New Mexico.

"Wow!" he gasped. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck you like all hell!" he gasped down into her face, the lewd words making him shiver with lust.

"Oh yesss darling," she breathed ecstatically, her eyes glowing with her building desire. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."

Enough of this talk, Skip thought as he felt Jennifer's squirming breasts pressing up against his hairless chest. Her lips found his mouth to kiss him as he began to flick his slender hips back and forth, thrusting with every stroke deeper and deeper into her moist inner tightness. He couldn't restrain the little whines of excitement that squeaked out of him and his hips bucked madly up and down. He was panting heavily, and perspiring with excitement, his whole young body trembling as he watched his desire-lengthened cock-shaft pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her hair-fringed cuntal orifice. The sight of her full white breasts joggling beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips sticking up in mouth-watering tightness, was almost more than he could stand. Because it was all his. He possessed this gorgeous blonde's body and his eyes bulged wide as he gaped down at the wet pink flanges of her pussy, the soft fleshy folds drawing back with each slow out-stroke, than swallowing in again as he thrust up into her with the smooth rhythm he'd instinctively begun.

Below him, Jennifer's blue eyes opened and closed in dazed passion and the young boy dimly wondered if he were hurting her by screwing so hard into the hot little hole of her cunt. The sounds she made sounded almost like cries of pain, but they were not that much different from the sounds she made yesterday when he was finger-fucking her while she jacked him off. Not yesterday, he reminded himself with a surge of inner pride. Yesterday she'd sucked him off and let him cum in his mouth. It was the day before yesterday when he finger-fucked her. But if he was hurting her she sure hadn't said anything to that effect, and he wasn't going to stop unless she forced him to.

"Oh lover, yes! Fuck me like that! Fuck me like that!" Jennifer spewed as if to free him of his concern. Then she groaned lecherously and thrust her pelvis up in a squirming motion to meet his driving strokes. Her loins and belly were a boiling inferno of erotic sensation and she felt as though she were sinking forever into a nether world of perverted pleasure. The deliciously frenzied movements of Skip's innocent cock were pushing her every instant closer to an orgasm she felt sure would tear her apart. God, he was so charmingly gentle and light on her body, so angelically beautiful and so helplessly entranced by her, and her eyelids fluttered with happiness as she twisted beneath him, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement as she held his cock tightly clenched in the most sensitive recesses of her swollen vaginal tightness.

Skip could think of nothing but what the naked older woman was doing to him, and he knew that any moment now he was going to have to shoot his cum into her or his balls would blow apart. He tensed his muscles and moved suddenly into a series of longer and more swiftly plunging strokes that brought his pulsing rod of flesh almost all the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and then sent it slipping in her again to the hilt. He could feel his sperm-bloated balls slapping against her puckered little anus and with his every lunge she thrashed even more rampantly beneath him. Her voluptuous writhings obsessed him, blotting all else from his mind but the whirlwind of animal lust that consumed him. The wet flat smack of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded through the room, and he dazedly dropped his head to take one of her taut-pulsing nipples into his mouth to suck on it urgently and prompt even further moans of servile longing and submission to rise to her lips.

Then suddenly, Jennifer gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her cunt. The hard rubbery head seemed to flare out until she feared it would tear straight up into her belly. For a moment she didn't even know what was happening, then it dawned on her that the youngster was about to cum. He was about to shoot his warm cream-like young semen into her voraciously accepting cunt, and just the thought of it made her shiver with lewd delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his driving buttocks and pull him forward as she thrust her open loins up higher onto his expanding cock, urging him on, ready to take everything he had.

She was going to cum soon too and at almost the same moment the blonde store owner felt her own long-awaited climax begin to surge through her body with the force of an earthquake. Wrapping her arms and legs hotly around his pumping body, she waved her buttocks from side to side on the couch, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his burrowing young penis. The straining bed springs squeaked loudly in time to the two bodies' rocking movements, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts and groans filled the little room, mingling with the moist noises of the beautiful woman's wetly sucking cunt.

Suddenly Jennifer's whole body began to quiver out of control and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "Oh my God, my baby! I… I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"

Her sobbing moan rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began vibrating, her female secretions oozing wildly from her rippling vagina, drowning the boy's impaling member in its sweet sticky warmth.

Startled by the older woman's sudden convulsive rapture, Skip paused a moment, losing his rhythm as she gasped out the last of her orgasm. Then suddenly he felt his own climax begin to boil up from the depths of his bloated testicles and he lost all control of his thundering passion. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way to the hilt into the hotly contracting depths of Jennifer's pussy, feeling his sperm erupt deep up into her widely stretched vagina to mix deliciously with the juices of her equally shattering release.

***

Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes, looking tenderly at the cute young boy nestled beside her and breathing the rhythmic breath of sleep. She'd slept also, she realized. She'd even dreamed, though she couldn't remember what about. For an exquisite and ecstatic moment she let herself bask in the recollection of the wonderful thing they had just shared together. Then a lump came into her throat as she remembered her vow. Now, she thought, filling suddenly with despair, it was all over. The little interlude was finished and the mere idea of that made her feel empty, as if she had nothing left to live for. But she knew it had to be. She couldn't continue with Skip. She'd already corrupted him, but she knew that, as much as she would have liked to, this couldn't go on between them.

"Skip," she said softly, trying to control the quivering in her voice. "Skip, honey, wake up and get dressed."

"Huh?" The teenager opened his eyes and looked at her as if he didn't remember who she was or where they were. Then he smiled. "Did I do all right, for my first time?"

"Yes, Skip." She hugged him quickly, then slid from the bed and went to the closet and pulled a bathrobe over the soft curves of her body. "Now, you better be getting home."

"Yeah. I guess it's night," he remarked, sitting up and stooping to retrieve his trousers. "But I'll be back the same time tomorrow and we can do it again, huh?"

Jennifer bit her lips and shook her head. "No, Skip. That was the last time. If you want to do it again you'll have to find a girl your own age."

"But I thought you liked it?" he gasped, the hurt mirrored in his face.

"I did, Skip. Maybe I liked it too much. But this has to stop between us. It would never work and sooner or later we'll just get into trouble. You… you can keep the book as… as a present from me. Now, good-bye," she blurted suddenly. Then she got up and went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

Jennifer stood looking at herself in the mirror, hearing Skip's footsteps as he scurried to the door, flinching each time he knocked with his fist. "Miss Watson? Open up," he called. "What's wrong? Open up."

"No, Skip," the broken-hearted woman said, tears filling her eyes.

He knocked some more, and called her name half a dozen times. Then at last she heard him leave, softly closing the door to the street behind him. Her eyes still filled with tears, Jennifer emerged at last and went out to lock it. Still clad only in the loosely clinging robe, the incriminating fold-out bed unchanged from before, she stopped in her tracks as the door opened and Lou Kelly appeared.

"Hello, baby," he said, leering as his gaze roved over her barely concealed curves.

"What are you doing here?" she gasped, her eyes wide with horror.

"Sort of get the feeling I've been standing in line," he said, still grinning lecherously.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about that kid," he said, now looking suddenly dead serious.

"Oh my God! Skip, you mean. He… he helps clean up around the shop."

Lou shifted his position slightly to better observe the fold out bed. "Place doesn't look very clean to me," he remarked dryly. Then he smiled again. "Look, baby. Don't play any games. I know what you were doing. I know it as well as those two street punks who were listening with their ears pressed to the glass. We all heard it. You want to hear it again?"

Oh my God, thought Jennifer. What on earth was he talking about? Who heard what, and who were the street-punks and just what had they all heard? Then she almost fainted as Kelly called out in a loud falsetto that was an obscene and exaggerated mimic of a cry she herself had made but a few moments ago: "I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

Jennifer was spellbound and speechless for a long moment. She felt as if she were drifting out of her body, lost in purgatory. And then she came back to herself, drawn back by a sudden wrath that made her forget her own now terrible problem and be aware of nothing but her own deep hatred for this man who had caught her.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "You bastard, get out of here and don't ever come back!"

"Aw baby, I just want a little of that good pussy before I go."

"Get out of here!" Hardly even thinking of what she was doing, Jennifer seized a heavy, hard-bound book off the nearest shelf and hurled it with all her might straight at Lou Kelly's face. It struck him directly on the nose and fell to the floor at his feet, and from his nose the blood gushed forth brilliant red.

As Jennifer glared unrepentantly, the half-drunk man stared dazedly back at her. He reached up and touched his nose, his face flushing red with anger as he took his hand away and saw the blood. Then he lifted his eyes slowly back to Jennifer. "You bitch," he said in a voice that was almost calm. "You're going to pay for that."

Without another word he turned and left.

CHAPTER SIX

Jennifer sighed and consulted her watch. It was almost closing time, almost closing time four days, to be exact, since her last satisfying encounter with little. Skip Palmer. And those four days, she thought, had been as miserable as any four days she'd ever spent in her life. It had begun with her guilt, and then as the temporary satisfaction her body experienced as a result of the shattering climax had faded, her guilt was replaced by loneliness and finally, raw lust. Her life had become a constant struggle with lust. She almost went out of her mind every afternoon as the kids from the junior high school came pouring in, and at six o'clock on the first two days as she'd sat here behind drawn curtains and listened to Skip bang on the door and plead for her to let him in, she could have died.

And that wasn't the extent of her trouble. She'd begun, in her frustration, to think a lot about Stephan. It had been she who'd left him, and now after everything she had done she couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't been too hasty in leaving for Reno to get a divorce. She'd begun to dream of the long nights of lovemaking they'd experienced together, sometimes the images from that now distant-seeming past mingling with more recent memories of the fourteen year old boy who'd been her only lover since her husband. And then she'd read in the gossip section of the Chronicle that San Francisco would be the location for the filming of Stephan's second book. The filming would begin in a week and Stephan, as special consultant to the director, would be here in town. And Stephan knew Lou Kelly. And Lou Kelly knew…

He knew everything he needed to know. Jennifer could have cried right there for shame and horror at the thought Lou might tell her ex-husband what he'd heard the night he'd come here. And right that minute she might have done just that if she hadn't been startled by the opening of the door. Looking up suddenly, she saw a tall, rather mature looking redheaded boy she recognized as one of the kids from the school come in. He was followed by a shorter stockier kid, a classic fat-boy type with a very heavy stomach. Though she'd seen these boys numerous times before, their arrival now caused a stirring of apprehension that she couldn't immediately identify. Then, as both boys looked at her, she understood. These were the boys Skip had mentioned the first day he came to study the book The Joy of Sex, unless she was mistaken. Tony Jackson and Fred somebody. It was just that unconscious association with Skip that had troubled her, she told herself. But for some reason it gave her little relief.

Acutely aware of the presence of the two young but quite mature males in her shop, Jennifer pretended to be busy by totaling up the sales for the day. But her eyes kept drifting furtively back up to them. She remembered what Skip had said about them and one of the girls at school, and she couldn't help but wondering how far they went with her when they took her out. Skip had implied that they both took her out together, and the sheer suggestion of the possibilities of that was almost enough to make her tremble. And they were cute enough boys, handsome almost, she thought. But what were they doing in her shop at closing time? They hardly seemed to even be paying attention to the books, and she couldn't remember either of them ever actually buying a book. They just seemed to be browsing around as if they were killing time, waiting for something.

"Can… can I help you?" the blonde store owner asked finally.

"Maybe later," said the taller redheaded boy, the one whose name, she thought, was Tony. "We just want to look around a little while first." He paused, looking her straight in the eye. "If that's all right, that is," he added.

"Of… course," Jennifer said nervously. "But I should remind you that I'm closing in about ten minutes."

"Six o'clock, right?" said the other boy.

"That's correct. Six o'clock," Jennifer answered, finding their attitude confusing.

Now feeling somewhat nervous, she returned to her figures, periodically consulting her watch, though it seemed the minutes would never tick off. And the boys just continued to browse, occasionally chatting softly among themselves in voices so low she couldn't discern a thing they were saying. She waited until three minutes till six, then rose and cleared her throat, attracting both youngsters to look at her.

"I… I have to close now," she said, trying to control the nervousness in her voice. "If you boys have found… anything you want, would you please make your purchases now so that…"

"There's not but one thing in this shop I want," said Tony Jackson.

"And I bet I want the same thing as you?" his companion answered leeringly.

"But where's that damned Skip?" Tony grunted. "I put five till six on the note. The little runt should be here by now."

"Skip?" Jennifer gasped, suddenly fearing that she understood.

"That's right," said Tony. "You remember Skip, don't you? Skip's been so miserable since you cut him off? I've been afraid he's gonna get an inferiority complex, or whatever you call it."

"An inferiority complex," Jennifer remarked absurdly.

"Yeah, that's right." Tony agreed. "You know, when a guy don't think he's no good in the sack. Well, me and Fred here are gonna try to get things patched up between the two of you. And if he couldn't satisfy yourself, maybe we can help."

"Skip did satisfy me," she said, her face blanching as she realized her mistake.

The two boys looked silently at one another. "So he wasn't lying," the stockier of the two said finally.

"Nope. And I never thought he was," said Tony. Then he returned his gaze to Jennifer. "So why don't you go back and roll the bed out, and me and Fred'll wait here for Skip and lock up when he gets here."

Jennifer tried to control the trembling of her lusciously contoured body as she looked the boy in the eyes. "You get out of here right now," she said, "or I'm going to call the police."

"You're gonna call the fuzz, hunk?" Tony retorted. "And what are you gonna tell 'em?"

"Oh my God," Jennifer whispered. They were right. They had her. They could blackmail her if they wanted to. They could do almost anything, and she had no way of defending herself against them. Physically they were too strong for her, and after what she had done to Skip, she could appeal to no one for help.

"Hey Tony," Fred McGuiness said, gazing out the glass window. "There's Skip now, running up the sidewalk like a first-grader late for school."

"Skip's coming here?" Jennifer gasped, almost mortified.

"Sure he's coming."

"He knows you're here?"

"Naw, of course not," said Tony. "We got Ramona to type him up a note that's supposed to be from you. But we like Skip. That's why we tried to fix him up with Ramona. And there's enough of you for the three of us so it ain't no reason for cutting him out."

The three of you? Jennifer thought, unable to even speak. Then the door opened and fourteen year old Skip Palmer burst through, panting, face sweating. "I'm sorry I'm late," he gasped, not noticing his two classmates who stood on either side of the door. "My grandmother made me do the laundry. You sent me a note that…" His voice trailed off for a moment, then he turned to stare first at the stocky boy, then the tall redhead. "Tony! Fred! What are you guys doing here this time of the afternoon?"

"We came to get a little pussy," Tony said absently as if he was talking about playing pinball. "But we figured we'd cut you in, maybe even give you some pointers on how to satisfy a nymphomaniac."

"You little beasts!" Jennifer hissed.

"But I don't want you to touch…" Skip began. "I don't want you to touch her. She's… she's mine!"

"She's not yours if you haven't had her in four days. But she can still be part yours if you want in on the fun. Think of it in terms of that last chapter about group sex. We're gonna gang-bang her."

Jennifer gasped aloud and Skip could only croak: "Gang-bang her?"

"That's right. So are you in or out?"

"But…" Skip gasped.

"Look," said Tony. "She cut you off just when the fun was getting good. You expect us to stand by and let her go to waste. You can have your share of the fun too, and she's not objecting. Look at her."

Skip turned his eyes suddenly to Jennifer. She couldn't miss the anger welling in them, an anger she realized was directed at her though she couldn't understand why. Then Skip looked back at the taller of the other two boys. "You're right," he said, as if in admission of self-defeat. "She's not objecting." He turned his gaze back toward Jennifer before he added: "Count me in."

After that it happened almost too fast. As Jennifer stared, immobilized by her shock, the boys drew the blinds across the store window and threw the latch on the front door. Then they approached her like three hungry wolves approaching an abandoned lamb. They guided her through the curtain into the little room behind the shop. She listened to the squeaking of the joints as the couch was folded out into a bed. She said nothing, and she thought if she tried to move she would faint. Then, the bed prepared, the boys turned back to her.

"All right," said Tony. "Let's get her clothes off and fuck her."

Oh my God, Jennifer thought. It this really happening. She watched the teenagers step toward her, forming a triangle around her in the cluttered little room. "Please," she managed finally to whimper in a failing voice. "I don't want it. I don't, really!"

Her desperate gaze met Skip's, and there was a moment of silence as the two of them looked each other in the eyes. At last he broke it with a whisper: "Yes, ma'am Miss Watson. You do want it. I can see it in your eyes."

That, Jennifer thought, was really the last straw. What had she turned Skip into? Where was the innocent boy who'd come to her, so long ago it now seemed, with his piggy bank savings to buy the sex manual Lou Kelly had talked her into stocking in the store. But by that token she almost deserved what was about to happen to her. Better that she be raped by these three sex-crazed teenagers than some innocent virgin girl at school, and now she could almost laugh, bitterly and ironically, at the justice of that cruelty.

Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness as the menacing trio moved closer to her. She looked at them, her eyes pleading for mercy and finding no sign of it in their leering stares. And then suddenly the three boys were on her, pawing her with their hands, tearing at her clothing. She was completely demoralized, completely outnumbered, and there was nothing she could do to resist. She stood almost passively as their boyish fingers moved demandingly over the softness of her half-naked flesh, until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could do nothing but gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield her full swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp the full meaning of what was happening to her.

Then the boys retreated and began pulling off their own clothes. The sight was too much for Jennifer's shattered nerves, and she stepped back, gaping in stunned horror as one after another of the three young bodies were revealed to her. She gasped as she observed Fred McGuiness' rippling torso noting that his penis was almost twice the size of young Skip's. Then, turning her eyes furtively toward Tony, she saw that the taller boy was still wearing his shorts. Seeing he'd caught her attention, the big freckle-faced, redheaded youngster winked. Then slowly he pulled his jockey shorts down. And as he did so an involuntary gasp of shock burst to helplessly naked woman's lips.

"Oh my God! No, it can't be true," she whispered brokenly.

Even Jennifer had never seen anything like this. Tony's cock was breathtakingly large, hanging still limp and dangling against his thigh, surrounded by a thick bush of curling red hair. It was too big. No woman could ever take that inside her vagina, and with conscious effort Jennifer forced herself to look away as she desperately tried to get her panic in check.

"One of us other guys'll fuck you first to loosen it up before Tony starts," Fred said soothingly, sensing Jennifer's trepidation.

"Oh no, please," the blonde begged as the naked boys moved back to her, their hands grasping her shoulders and pushing her down onto the bed.

"She's a little nervous," Tony remarked. "Somebody better eat her pussy first and see if we can get her to relax a little bit."

Skip took a deep breath. "I'll do it. That's something I still haven't tried."

"Good boy," said Tony with genuine admiration in his voice.

Jennifer was lost in a shocked state of drunken numbness as she reclined down on her back and watched the young boy she'd so recently initiated into the arts of loving climb up between her already lewdly parted thighs. For a moment their eyes met and she hardly even recognized this wild little animal of a male as the innocent kid who'd come to the bookstore with the money from his piggy bank. Oh my God, she thought. He was really mad. Mad at the fact that she'd refused to let him continue his afternoon visits to the store, and he genuinely did believe that she was raising no objection to the cruel rape to which the three of them were about to subject her. That had only further pricked his ego, and she knew instinctively now that he was going to wreak a vengeance on her the likes of which she had never known. She was about to have her pussy eaten – eaten alive.

The fearful blonde shuddered and clenched her eyes shut against the sensation of Skip's hands dancing with surprising lightness over the sensitive surfaces of her exposed inner thighs. A slight uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through her flesh at his gentle touch, and she was torn between passion and shame and utter mortification as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in anticipation of the cruel lashing it was about to inflict on her helpless pussy.

Savoring her discomfort, Skip began a slow tortured outward movement with his hands, drawing her rosy cuntal lips slowly apart until the moist, gently pulsing slit of her vagina was exposed to the excited gaze of the other two eagerly watching teenagers. Then with a low animal-like groan of lust, the small dark-haired youngster dropped his head and buried the full length of his searching tongue up into the slippery depths of Jennifer's widespread cunt.

The beautiful bookstore owner's whole voluptuous body jerked suddenly and a low groan escaped her lips. Shocks of unwelcome pleasure began to purl through her belly and she lifted her head up from the bed to stare down in undisguised dismay at the sight of the young boy's head wedged between her open thighs. My God, why was she letting them do this to her? she asked herself. The answer, of course, was that she was being raped against her will. Wasn't she?

"You can't, Skip. Please don't do it to me, please don't do it," she chanted over and over again as her head fell back onto the softness of the bed. She couldn't let herself be conquered by the tantalizing tongue that was plundering without mercy in and out of the involuntarily dilating depths of her cunt. Yet even against her will she could feel the traitorous excitement building in her body until it felt like her nerve-ends were exploding in tiny bursts of flaming desire.

The captive woman was finding it less and less easy to remember that she was being raped, being forced into cooperating with an obscene sexual orgy being perpetrated by the trio of lust-driven teenage boys. Her straining muscles began to relax into a soft receptiveness as she felt Skip's hot young moistly sucking even more eagerly on her naked pussy. She could feel him drawing the tingling folds of her vagina deep into the thrilling warm cavern of his mouth and a long low sigh escaped from her throat to signal the beginnings of willing submission to the unwanted oral assault.

Smiling in lewd self-satisfaction, Skip pressed his face lower, pushing his open mouth against the desire-swollen wetness of Jennifer's defenseless cunt. He began to nibble gently at the quivering bud of her clitoris, and at this even more devastating sensation the spread-eagled woman's hips began a writhing of their own and soft mewling animal sounds leaked sensuously from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Her gasps of pleased surprise echoed through the little room, causing the other two boys to glance at each other with knowing looks before they crowded in closer for an ever better look at the lewd tongue-fucking that was being inflicted on the woman's pinkly palpitating pussy. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an instinctive spasm of delight, screwing her buttocks hard up against Skip's grinning face, and now her vaginal passage began automatically to expand and contract, clenching tightly as the slavering tongue continued to burrow deep inside her. Her breath exploded into the air in quick small gasps as he curled and flicked the darting tip all along the trembling hair-lined slit of her cunt, his nose rutting her clitoris to prompt a repeated involuntary arching of her nakedly churning ass-cheeks up from the bed.

Skip basked in his own personal triumph and the admiration of his two classmates as he worked hungrily over the twenty-four year old blonde on the bed, his tongue assiduously thrusting in and out of her flowering cunt, plunging again and again to make a wet sluicing noise with each limber penetration. His face dove deeper into the warm moist crevice between her thighs, and his lips sucked and teased hungrily at her clitoris, tantalizing her with the sharp tips of his teeth while she writhed and churned her upthrust buttocks in a lewd dance of aroused desire and want. At last, he chuckled obscenely right between her thighs as he felt Jennifer's hands move down to begin to claw desperately at his hair to pull his face even tighter against her loins.

All her inhibitions were lost and the lust-demented woman groaned in shameless desire, grasping her young lover's head tighter with both her hands and pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her impassioned vagina. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased with each additional second that his sucking mouth worked at her wide-split crevice. The fragrant wetness of her impassioned flesh began to course in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks, causing them to shine in the soft light.

"Jesus," Fred gasped. "Look at her go. Skip was right. She's really a wildcat."

"Give her hell, Skipper," Tony echoed in encouragement to his friend.

Jennifer barely heard the boys' obscene comments, but their general admiration of the job he was doing seemed only to incite Skip to greater efforts. His tongue licked even more gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy and her up-drawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around his laboring face. The wild abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to the only recently initiated youngster that she was almost ready to cum, and his own small stiff penis was throbbing with anticipation as he worked his mouth and tongue furiously over her pulsating cunt-slit, keeping always in mind the fact that very soon he would quit eating her and actually drive his cock deep up into the maddening softness of her wetly craving pussy.

Then suddenly Skip felt he could wait no longer. He was so excited that if he didn't fuck her pretty quick he was going to cum all over the bed, and with a sudden groan he withdrew his glistening face from her loins and drew himself up in a kneeling position of her nakedly spread-eagled body.

Jennifer gasped at the ceasing of the youngster's thrilling oral caress on her loins, and she was about to protest before she saw him lowering himself in between her thighs. She stilled the cry on her lips, issuing instead a soft cry of passion as she threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him down onto her. She had been so close to orgasm she'd almost thought she would die when he stopped eating her, but she realized he was going to fuck her, and the way she felt now, she thought that would be even better.

As the excited blonde woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy hips, the trembling teenager thrust his pelvis forward toward the gaping slit of her lust-throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, he grasped his rigid little cock and guided it straight up into her excitedly waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms again, then drove his granite-hard penis as deep as it would go up into her hungrily clasping pussy. His balls smacked with a thud against the crack between her upturned buttocks before he flexed deeply and withdrew and then rammed his whole skewering cock-length all the way into her again.

"Oooooh," Jennifer moaned ecstatically beneath him as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling cock-shaft like a tight-fitting glove. Skip's thickly distended cock raced in and out of the hungering depths of her belly, her heated wetness surrounding him, lubricating his every stroke. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her writhing flesh, Jennifer strained back under him, arching her quaking loins, lifting both their pumping bodies and almost tossing him off her with her wild backings up from the bed.

This was what she had needed since she'd quit seeing Skip. And it was so good. It was the best thing she'd ever known: being fucked. The wantonly aroused woman chanted in lewd incoherence to the hard-fucking youth as his jerking cock pistoned again and again into her mercilessly stretched pussy. Skip's mouth covered hers and his tongue rammed deep between her lips, his saliva drooling down her throat as Jennifer sucked with an insanity born of lust, savoring the musky flavor of her own sex on the teenage boy's mouth. Then she moaned even more deliriously as she strained her body toward the peak of sensation that was now so near.

As she continued to buck with abandon beneath the boy's slamming body, she felt his cock stiffen without warning and suddenly begin to spew its white-hot liquid far up into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Spurt after spurt of the sticky cum ricocheted against the walls of her expanding passage, almost drowning her in its creamy flowing warmth. And then she jerked and writhed even more wildly, trying to go with him, trying and trying and… failing.

Jennifer groaned aloud in frustration and agony. At the last instant something had happened. She'd lost the thread and missed her chance to cum. And even now, though she continued to strain for it, she could feel it slipping away. Then Skip's weight fell heavily across her still-writhing body and she felt his spent penis begin to slither back out of her desperately clasping cunt. Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but Skip's now half-limber cock evaded her anguished upward thrusts. He rolled from her body, breathing heavily, looking shamefully up as he realized what had happened. He had failed her. He had failed her right here in front of the other guys and she hadn't even cum.

"I guess I screwed up," he said looking in embarrassment at Tony.

"No, Skip. I did," Jennifer gasped. "It wasn't your fault. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. I just tightened up at the end."

"That's right," Tony said. "You really laid it to her good. Get yourself a few minutes rest and in a little bit you can let her have it again."

Jennifer closed her eyes, still squirming in unfulfilled need on the bed. She waited for a moment, exerting all the self-control she possessed to keep from reaching down and fingering herself with her own hand. Then she opened her eyes again and through the haze of her passion she made out the face of Fred McGuiness leaning over her, grinning in obscene amusement. "But what do you want now, Miss Bookstore Owner?" he said mockingly.

"I want someone else to fuck me! For God's sake, do you have to ask such a silly question?"

Jennifer's unsatisfied cunt was twitching like a nerve out of control, a steaming oven aching to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she was afraid they might snap if someone didn't put a cock in her right away, and she began to sob shamelessly in pleading for a continuation of the ravishment her desire-ridden body so desperately needed.

"Tony," Fred said with a grin. "I think she's hot enough she'll even take you on now."

Jennifer gasped, holding her breath as she watched the tall redheaded boy levering up onto the bed and stretching himself out between her widespread thighs. Her blue eyes traveled slowly down his muscular body, her cries of hunger dying in her throat as she perceived the giant cock that reared out from his belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled below it. It was so large that she couldn't at first imagine if it was really real. Then Tony flexed and it jerked obscenely before her eyes, causing her to cringe back against the soft cushion on which she lay.

As Jennifer closed her eyes against the terror-inspiring sight, she felt Tony lower himself down upon her naked body. For a moment she thought she would blank out, and then suddenly she felt him seize her arms and pinion them up above her head, and as the terrifying shaft of his cock brushed threateningly along her inner thigh, the seriousness of her plight suddenly dawned on her.

This was no dream, no mere sex fantasy. This was really happening. He was really going to try to fuck her with his monstrous young cock, and even in her all-consuming lust she knew that was more than she could bear. It would split her apart at the seams.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Get her legs," Tony snapped as Jennifer suddenly tried to clasp her thighs together.

"No!" Jennifer cried. "You must be joking. I can't take you. I can't!"

Ignoring her apparent terror, the other two youths seized her ankles and pulled them out far apart. The delicate sensitive pussy-slit nestling in the soft blonde hair flowered into full view between her thighs as Tony levered higher upon her prone and helplessly pinned body. Writhing in mortifying terror, Jennifer shook her head back and forth in fear and disbelief. It just couldn't be true. This young boy was a freak, half-human and half-stallion, and she knew that if he fucked her with his over-sized cock she would be ruined forever. Even her husband Stephan hadn't been so well-hung.

But she couldn't get away and suddenly, following Tony's hoarse directions, the boys holding her ankles drew the slenderly quaking columns of her legs up off the floor and back over her shoulders until her very toes were touching the head of the bed. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond belief, and now the flat plane of her hair-fringed pussy was offered up to the hulking giant of a boy like a sacrificial offering. There was nothing she could do to defend herself – her loins were his to plunder at his will.

Tony grinned down at her pussy with undisguised lust, stroking his immensely dilated penis with his hand as if in greedy preparation for the brutal assault he was about to launch. His powerful body inched slowly forward, his impatient cock jutting out obscenely, the great trunk of hardened male flesh bouncing and springing as he flexed.

Jennifer peered up through blurred eyes, awed and terrified as she watched the muscles bulge on the young body advancing on the exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her gaze away from the heavily jouncing instrument that was about to rip into her tight little pussy in vicious and brutal rape, and now the sight of it hypnotized her into abject stillness. She could do nothing but lie panting as she awaited the beginning of this devastating attack.

Then suddenly and without further warning or preparation, Tony jerked his hips back and in spite of her fear she lunged her pelvis upward, searching with her gaping hot pussy for the monstrous pole of flesh that was about to rip her belly asunder. As though she were under some kind of spell, she watched the great fanning cock-head find her moist warm cuntal opening and hold itself poised for an almost unbearable moment before nosing threateningly at the hot clasping flanges of her hair-fringed cunt.

The muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself up higher over Jennifer's upturned loin. The thick palpitating head of his cock remained posed at her quivering pussy entrance for what seemed an eternity before he suddenly jerked his pelvis forward and with one brutal lunge shoved the huge, blood-filled tip of his penis up between her legs into the soft fleshy folds of her inner cuntal depths.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" she moaned, tossing her head insanely from side to side at the agonizing pain of the junior high school giant's obscene penetration of her loins.

The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his lust-inflamed hardness another tortuous inch up into her aching cunt as she tried to free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhuman impalement to which she was being subjected. But the two other youths held her firm, determined not to let her go.

"Nooooooooo," she cried fearfully. "It's too big! Stop, my God! Stop before you kill me." She was certain she was being ripped right up the middle from anus to cunt. The pain was almost unbearable, searing her cruelly stretched body as though she were lain out on an inquisitors rack.

And as the lewd penetration continued with relentless force, she felt the hot breath of the other boys leaning closer to her helpless body. She felt their hands clutching at her breasts, their fingernails scratching and mauling every accessible inch of her flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with tiny crawling insects, all feverishly working to penetrate every opening of her defenseless body.

"Nooooooo! Please no!" Jennifer wept hysterically, tears of anguish pouring out from her wide, unseeing blue eyes. Her struggling protests seemed only to incite Tony onward and with a knowing grin, the hefty teenager pushed forward to plow his lust-swollen penis deep up into her narrowly resisting passage, forcing rippling waves of lewdly stretched cunt-flesh out of its way as it burrowed brutally in.

The suffering woman quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged nonstop into her belly. Her mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as the hard-driving cock filled her loins, crowding out inner organs as it tunneled deeper and deeper. She feared it would burst through into her throat if it didn't stop soon, but still his rampaging penis drove farther upward, tearing her soul almost out of her body in its overwhelming barbaric sensuality.

Then it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt the boy's pelvis slammed against the stretched cheeks of her upturned buttocks and the immense sperm-filled testicles slapped into the wide split crevice against her sensitive little anus. The lust-inflated cock was sunk all the way to the hilt in her quivering pussy, filling every part of her tortured inner cavern.

Tony groaned, hovering motionless for a moment over the imprisoned woman's deeply skewered body, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of the huge throbbing cock-shaft planted in her belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began to relax, her tightly clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the initial agony of his intrusion gradually faded.

"Jeeez, will you look at that?" Fred gasped, bending closer to peer at the hair-fringed lips stretched out pinkly around the pulsing base of his friend's outlandish cock-shaft.

"She's tight, all right," Tony grunted. "Ramona probably doesn't even remember the day her pussy was as tight as this babe's."

Laughing softly, he flexed his giant rod inside her and a deep groan escaped Jennifer's throat. She clenched her teeth against the maddening titillation, but he flexed again and again, grinning broadly at his two partners as the blonde woman flinched in uncontrolled spasms beneath him. Already he could feel her throbbing cunt-passage beginning to adjust to him, and he started to move his hips in a slow sensual rhythm, grinding his huge member tightly into her naked pussy, stretching the cringing walls until the rigidly pulsating shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.

Jennifer felt young hands moving lewdly over the twin half moons of her ass-cheeks and her flattened breasts. She felt fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy hair-lined lips of the cunt clamping so tightly around the solidly embedded penis. And then the skewered woman stiffened in shock as she felt an anonymous fingertip venturing down to explore the sensitive little hole of her anus, teasing at the puckered opening like a tiny cock, pressing harder and harder. She winced as it suddenly popped up into the tightly surrounding ring of flesh and wormed its way gradually up and up in the squeezing tightness of her rectum.

Angry moans of protest burst from the young divorcee's lips. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair and the added insult of this additional penetration seemed more than she deserved. And at the same time she felt another of the boys' hands mauling and crushing over her breasts.

Above her, Tony groaned. Then, kneeling over her jackknifed form, the heavily muscled youth began a slow fucking motion in and out of Jennifer's wide-stretched pussy. The torturous agony that she had felt only a few moments ago was now gradually fading, and though she was sure she had been damaged for life she still couldn't quell the little tingles of pleasure that were fluttering through her loins. The outrageous debasement to which she had been subjected had begun to create a strange masochistic excitement stirring through her tortured flesh. She was being fucked. She was being fucked again even if it killed her, and she began to forget everything else but the rejuvenated promise of release it inspired. Attempting movement for the first time since Tony had impaled her, she started to cautiously rotate her buttocks. And as she discovered this did not increase her pain, she allowed herself to begin to follow the rhythm of the big cock skewering in and out of her and the hot finger-fucking of her anus. She ground her hips upward with increasingly lustful speed, and in moments she was matching the obscenely wracking lunges of the grunting adolescent above her.

"Oh yes," she gasped out in final surrender. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me like that."

Jennifer squirmed her body hungrily beneath the dancing hands clutching at her sensation-maddened nakedness. Her eyes opened and she gazed dazedly up into Tony's face. On either side of her she was aware of the other two naked bodies, one of them mauling her breasts and the other's finger working in and out of her clenching rectum almost in time with his friend's enormously violating cock.

She was a prisoner, surrounded, defeated, but no longer with the will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and breasts and anus. She was trapped, helpless, and she endured her punishment with shameful relish.

"Oh don't stop, don't ever stop," she chanted huskily, rotating her up-tilted buttocks faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of teenage flesh, penis and finger, pummeling up into her fiery belly. Her entire being was centered around those two skewering instruments and nothing else was important, neither shame nor fear, nothing but the wildly pulsing reality of the hard male flesh riveting into her belly.

Then gradually Jennifer became aware of a movement near her head and she opened her eyes to see Fred, his cock again fully erected, moving to a kneeling position almost over her face.

"I can't wait any longer," the fat boy explained to Tony. "You don't mind if I fuck her in the mouth while you're getting her pussy, do you?"

"Shit no, help yourself," Tony said generously. "But it'll be easier if we turn her over."

Jennifer was too dazed from the force of her passion to actually understand what the youths were getting at. She groaned in feeble protest as she felt the out-sized cock being withdrawn from her now yearning loins, but she didn't resist as she was rolled forcibly onto her belly.

"Kneel up," Tony commanded, then impatiently grabbed at her satin-skinned flanks to jerk her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt there on all fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with all the effort of keeping her body balanced as the boys maneuvered into position fore and aft. Sloe smiled weakly as she felt Tony's gigantically pulsing cock again being wedged tightly up between her open thighs from behind and unconsciously she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the huge head of his penis pressing against the lewdly dripping furrow of her cunt. With a loud grunt the redhead behind her surged forward again, impaling her body once more on his massively hardened penis, causing her to jump forward with surprise from the sudden ruthless thrust.

Her startled face ran head-on into young Fred McGuiness' impatiently waiting cock and it shoved without warning between her moist, parted lips and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping out of it to fill the cavern between her cheeks with its pungent taste.

She gagged as it rammed halfway down her throat, the full length of the boy's long hard penis disappearing between her firmly availed lips. And as the two youngsters began to thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Jennifer was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time Fred shoved forward into her mouth. She fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air on the out-strokes as the fat boy instituted a rapid thrusting rhythm between her lips.

"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they would pump their building sperm. Slowly the very debasement of her situation began to flicker through her mind, and the obscene humiliation of being used by the three young males buffeting her viciously between them began to excite her even more. The desire in her belly blossomed to full bloom and she began to roll her upthrust buttocks in luxuriating circles, tightening her cruelly ravished cunt muscles around the huge driving penis pummeling her from behind, sucking warmly on the one in her mouth, wanting to milk them both dry until she overflowed from both ends with lewdly flowing cum.

Behind her, Tony was building swiftly toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the soft yielding crevice of her upturned buttocks. His big hands gripped her wildly jerking hips, and her tender flesh was squeezed into random shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at her in obscene triumph, the sight of her bucking and squirming before him as she was impaled from both ends sending chills up his spine.

"Jeez, look at her go," Fred groaned, ramming hard in between her lips.

The saliva in Jennifer's contorted mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluid that seeped from the end of Fred's cock sunk to the hilt into her warm oral depths. She could see the boy's muscular hips straining in front of her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure, and his strong fingers wound tightly in her shining dark hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting rod of flesh.

The ravished woman felt her own excitement mounting to impossible heights as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater hardness in her lewdly sucking mouth, driving forward almost to her tonsils as though in unconscious effort to join and fuse with the mammoth cock pistoning up into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer and closer to the brain-reeling orgasm she craved. She sucked with her mouth and waggled her upturned buttocks in frenzied abandon as she felt her peak approach. There was nothing else in the world now but to please these two lust-crazed teenagers to the best of her ability, and to wallow obscenely in her own lurid pleasure as she did so.

Then simultaneously with the rising tide of her oncoming climax, Jennifer sensed the cock fucking into her pussy beginning to tense and inflate even harder. She felt her thighs being swept apart as the red-haired youth drove powerfully up into her, shoving his relentlessly hardened penis as far as it would go into her belly to spew suddenly his hot teeming load of cum into her wildly contracting cunt.

Jennifer hunched back in sensual frenzy as she felt the seething sperm flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her forever-stretched pussy jammed back against Tony's muscular loins while his bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her clitoris to cause her to lunge spasmodically forward and bury her face even more tightly in his loins.

Then Fred's cock burst forth as well, filling her cheeks with his boiling semen until she was forced to swallow to keep from choking on the fiery gushes of sperm. Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching cock-shaft and she was fearful of losing even a drop of the precious flood. But there was too much. She could never have swallowed it all at the speed that it was being pumped into her gagging throat, and in spite of all her efforts little driblets of it spilled out from the corners of her mouth. Thin glistening strands of the viscous milk-white liquid connected her lips to the now deflating cock as it was withdrawn and slipped away from her flushed and panting face.

The impassioned blonde continued to hungrily thrust her hips back onto the monstrous penis that was still slamming its load of jism up into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt. And with a wail from between her now tightly clenched teeth, she felt her own body soar up and explode into what seemed like a shower of tiny blazing stars with wild raw ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily in the orgasmic passion of release.

A moment later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she fell forward wearily on the bed as the spent cock popped lightly from her passion-drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the now empty but forever stretched opening as her body lay tired and blissfully satiated on the bed.

But she should have known the boys would not be that easily satisfied. Skip was already excited again, his lust completely rejuvenated, and he was determined to get everything he could out of the night. The other boys would have erections again almost as soon as she could have batted an eye. There were many other combinations for them to try. Fred was determined to fuck her in the cunt and Tony equally anxious to try her mouth.

Jennifer didn't even count the times she was fucked that night. She didn't count her orgasms. But by the time the boys were satisfied and dressed and gone, leaving her to lie in a nakedly sobbing heap on the bed, she was sure she had been satiated forever. And she was sure of one other thing. She couldn't stop this from happening again if she were here and available for these boys every night at six. She would have to close the shop, for a while at least, and write off the loss to sick-leave.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jennifer had had enough for a while, as it turned out. The morning after she was subjected to the cruel gang rape, her pussy and anus and jaw were so sore she could hardly walk. But she didn't feel now that she'd been severely and permanently damaged, and there was a certain relief in being free from the constant want and frustration that had previously nagged her. She remained free of this want for several days, though after that time she felt it creeping back over her. But she didn't return to the shop yet, as she had determined to take a full two weeks off, even if it did hurt her business. Then she would figure out how to face the rest of her life.

***

The following Sunday was rainy and San Francisco lay almost in darkness beneath a thick blanket of clouds. But Jennifer liked rain, especially on days like this when she had no intention of going out. It seemed an added insulation from the outside world, and she found it immensely pleasurable just to laze around her apartment and watch it patter against the window. She had picked up a bottle of whiskey for medicinal purposes, to help her sleep, but she decided that in celebration of the rain it wouldn't hurt her to have a little nip in the afternoon. She had, in fact, several nips before rallying the willpower to put the bottle away, and she was feeling rather light-headed as a result of the alcohol. Then she remembered that the next week her husband would be in town working on the film version of his new book, and suddenly her good mood turned to bad.

Jennifer wondered what her life would be like now if she hadn't left Stephan. Their breakup had come just when he was on the verge of getting into the big Hollywood money, and though he was certainly a rich man by now, he hadn't been rich when she lived with him. In fact, they had gone through some pretty rough times, though she had never objected because of her faith in his writing ability.

"Oh well, what's the use of worrying about it now?" she asked herself aloud as she watched a scrawling of lightning slash across the clouds. But Stephan was no worse than she for what he had done. Any man would be tempted by the kind of women that were available if he had a connection with the movies, and at least he wasn't a child molester. But at the time Jennifer had left him in a rage, she'd operated under a different set of morals, a set of morals which were forever lost to her now.

Sighing, the sensuous blonde stood up, smoothing her hands softly down over her bulging breasts and sleek shapely thighs outlined in the light housecoat she wore. She was wondering what she might do next to amuse herself when she was startled by the chiming of the door bell. Automatically she turned to go answer it. Then she hesitated, perhaps stopped by an intuitive warning. She couldn't imagine who it might be, but she could hardly think of anyone she would want to see in her present solitary mood. Then the chimes rang again and she shrugged and went on down the hall and undid the chain latch, her mouth dropping open wide with surprise as she opened the door and found herself confronted by the tall, handsome man of thirty who had once been her husband and lover.

"Stephan? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, baby," said Stephan Watson, moving through the door before his wife could find the presence of mind to close it, should she have been so inclined. "I came to see you."

"But… but how did you find my apartment?"

"Your store was closed. I got hold of the landlady and gave her an autographed copy of my book in exchange for the information." Stephan stared at her in silence for a moment, then shook his head. "You're a real cunt."

"Stephan!"

"You duck out on me just when things are about to get good, just over one slip with a couple of girls who came to the suite and threw themselves at me. And then I come back here and find…"

"Oh no," Jennifer gasped, realizing that Stephan must have already talked to Lou Kelly.

"I find that you're screwing around with some stupid high school kid." Jennifer's ex-husband's eyes were burning with sudden rage as he stepped toward her and reached out with both his hands to seize her shoulders, shaking her until she thought her neck would snap. "You leave me, you bitch, without a word and get a divorce and don't tell me where you are! You are a Goddamned fucking idiot. Do you know that? An idiot!"

"Yes, I know it," Jennifer sobbed, feeling his fingers digging painfully into her thinly covered shoulders. "But what happened with that boy was an accident."

"So it's true?"

"Yes, it's true," she sighed, breaking loose and turning away as the tears filled her eyes.

"Well, I'll be Goddamned. I halfway thought the creep might have been lying. All right I'll leave you to your Goddamned little punk friend."

"He's not a punk."

The young writer laughed softly, his eyes roving hungrily over the rounds of his wife's buttocks under the robe. "But first, I just want to pay my last respects. There's one thing I always wanted to do to you when we were married and never quite got around to. Now it'll be something for you to remember me by."

Hardly comprehending, Jennifer slowly turned, her eyes widening with dismay as she saw Stephan begin to strip off his clothes. She barely suppressed a gasp as she caught sight of the rigid shaft of his cock standing up in obscene erection from between his thighs. His long hard penis was visibly throbbing as if with a kind of violent passion, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She had never seen it look so big, never seen it look so thick and heavy and threatening.

"Well, kid, do you think that will suit you? A little of this up your hot little ass?"

Jennifer blushed, averting her eyes, and in a sudden swift motion Stephan moved forward and yanked loose the sash that held her robe together in front, shoving it from her shoulders to drop on the floor before she had time to catch it. She was completely naked, completely vulnerable before him, and she had never felt so ashamed of herself in her life. And she knew that now her marriage really was ruined forever. There could never be anything again between them, and that was a fact she hadn't even faced when she was filing for her divorce.

"Into the bedroom," Stephan growled, his eyes devouring her naked flesh.

"Stephan, not like this," Jennifer whimpered in feeble protest.

"I said into the Goddamn bedroom! And onto the Goddamn bed!"

Looking into his maddened eyes, she realized suddenly that it would be futile to even try to resist. He looked like he had gone completely crazy and, feeling a sudden surge of real fear for her safety, Jennifer turned and walked quickly through to the bedroom, hearing her ex-husband's bare footsteps shuffling behind her. Her heart pounding furiously in her chest, she dropped down onto the bed. Then a moan welled in her throat as Stephan climbed up beside her, his hands reaching out to grab brutally at her fearfully trembling nakedness, his fingers digging into the soft mounds of her quivering breasts. He stroked over her hips in rough abrasive gestures which evoked, in spite of their gruffness, a familiar tingling response through her suddenly throbbing vagina. A thrill of remembered excitement rippled over the entire surface of her naked skin, and for a moment she tried to let herself imagine that this was going to be like the lovemaking they had experienced before, before their marriage and her life had fallen apart.

Then, just as she was almost beginning to relax, the hopeful blonde felt Stephan's fingers cruelly tighten on her hips, and against her will she found herself being turned over face-down on the mattress. He forced her to kneel up on her knees, her head pressed down into the pillow, and the bewildered beauty began fearfully to struggle, a remark he'd made earlier flashing back into her mind with a chill of terror as she got the first inkling of what he wanted to do to her. But in spite of all her efforts to resist, her face was pressed further down until her nose and mouth were buried in the pillow, and she couldn't even have screamed. And her back ached painfully as her naked ass-cheeks were jerked into a high defenseless position.

Jennifer felt her former spouse's hands working cruelly at her quivering buttocks, and she gasped with pain as his fingernails dug like claws into her skin. "Oh Stephan. Please! You're hurting me!"

The strain on her body was agonizing as he used his thumbs to separate the satin-skinned mounds of her buttocks, and she heard the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between them came into view. For a moment, she dared hope he would be satisfied with simply this piece of humiliation, but then she cried out involuntarily as she felt the flickering tip of his tongue licking hotly and wetly up between the widespread mounds behind her. She gasped, wiggling forward in a frantic attempt to escape the teasing sensation.

"Keep still!" Stephan hissed, digging his teeth into the yielding flesh of one upturned buttock.

"Aaaagghh! Stop it, please," she wailed. "It hurts."

At last he stopped, leaving her ass-cheeks sore and raw from the angry nips of his teeth. Once again, Jennifer thought she had been spared, but seconds later she realized she should never have dared to hope it.

Again she felt her quivering buttocks being forced painfully apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs. And then her eyes bulged in disbelief as she felt the distinct prodding of his outstretched finger right against her defenseless anus. Dear God! What was he going to do? She tried to edge away from the intolerable pressure against the tiny rubber-like opening, terror creeping like cold fingers up her spine. Fear numbed her brain and paralyzed her limbs, and her mouth felt suddenly chalky dry.

"No, Stephan, noooo!" she wailed as she felt his finger press harder and suddenly slip with a pop up into the crinkled little orifice.

Stephan stared hungrily down at the smooth white moons of his former wife's subserviently spread ass-cheeks and the exciting view of his middle finger half-embedded in her tight back passage. He grinned savagely to himself as he relished the act to which he was about to subject her. "This is one for you to teach your little boyfriend," he growled, rotating his finger around in the narrow passage, pushing it forward past the second knuckle and all the way to the third.

Ignoring her cries of fear and pain, Stephan dug into Jennifer's cringing rectal depths, intent on shaming and humiliating her in punishment for having betrayed him. Her tightly puckered rectal opening was warm and throbbing around his finger, and it was only as he felt its thrilling caress that he became fully convinced to carry through with the fantasy that had seized his consciousness. He was going to fuck her back there, right in the little brown puckered hole of her anus.

Jennifer was in an agony of mortification and pain. It was too much. What he was doing to her was inhuman and sick, and desperately, she tried to crawl free and dislodge his painfully skewering finger from her rectum and free herself from the terrible impalement between her wide-held buttocks.

"Keep still, Goddamn it, or I'll ram my whole fucking arm up your ass," Stephan snarled venomously behind her.

The petrified woman was suddenly motionless. There was no hope in struggling. She was afraid to risk angering him further, afraid of what he might do to her. Hot tears of misery coursed down her face onto the pillow as she remembered the happier times she'd spent with him, the wonderful and exquisite nights of lovemaking. And now he hated her.

Her abjectly kneeling body felt cramped and her tiny anal opening was throbbing in pain, but that was nothing compared to the mental agony she was enduring. She was being degraded beyond belief by the only man she'd ever loved, a man she still loved more than anyone in the world, and she didn't care if she lived another day after it was over. After this, she thought she would never feel like a human being again.

Jennifer was so lost in her remorse that she hardly noticed when Stephan finally withdrew his finger from her cruelly stretched anus and began rubbing the pulsating head of his cock up against her parted rectal opening. His long surging hardness throbbed like a living thing against the tiny puckered opening, but she didn't care what happened now. No pain he could inflict on her could match the heartache she was already experiencing.

The lust-crazed author gazed down leeringly at his thick throbbing penis poised at Jennifer's tightly clenched anal ring, and he breathed deep and flashed a grin of obscene satisfaction. Then he positioned his lust-swollen cock-head even harder against the small, fearfully closed ring of flesh, noting with a swell of satisfaction the glaring difference in size between it and his anger-thickened cock. His penis was going to hurt her, going to stretch her rectum until she couldn't sit down for a week. And she deserved everything she was going to get. Beyond all his lust, revenge was still uppermost in his mind, revenge for her having left him and divorced him, revenge for what Lou Kelly had told him about her and the teenage school kid.

Then, with an enraged growl, Stephan surged forward to force his blood-heavy penis against the slavishly clenching little opening of her rectum, trying with all his might to insert its menacing thickness into the tiny aperture.

At first it seemed that no matter how hard he pushed he wasn't going to be able to get it in. It blunted against the tightly resisting orifice or slipped downward toward her wetly dripping cunt. He heard Jennifer's muffled gasp of pain turn to a feeble moan of alarm as he rammed forward a second time, but still found it futile. He hesitated, cursing in frustration, and then blinded by his perverse lust and insatiable fury, he drove his hips forward with all his strength to shove them straight against her clenching anus. Heedless of her cries of terror, he lunged all the way up against her, ignoring everything but his overwhelming need to inflict this cruelest punishment upon the nakedly cowering woman before him.

"Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhh! My God, Stephan. Stop, pleeeeeeaaasse!"

Her shrill scream reverberated loudly through the room as he succeeded in popping just the massive head of his palpitating cock up inside her vainly resisting anal opening. Grunting, he held his blood-swollen shaft there for moment before flexing his hips forward again. He began to push relentlessly inward, ramming his long hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing anus.

"Stop, you're killing me," she moaned again as her gleaming white buttocks levered up, impaled by the brutally surging rod of male flesh. Pain jolted through her body like high-voltage electric shocks, and nothing mattered but ridding herself of this thrusting pole of punishing male flesh that invaded her hideously stretched buttocks. But her thrashing struggles were fruitless as Stephan continued to plow his thick penis ever deeper into her tightly resisting back passage, his fingers digging like talons into her tender ass-cheeks to hold her still and kneeling helplessly before him.

Inch by agonizing inch, he fucked his long hard cock up into her hotly clasping rectum, his eyes closed in exertion and beads of perspiration breaking out all over his face.

"Oooooooooh God! Stop, please stop!" she groaned in anguish, her beautiful face twisting in torment until she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the quaking softness of her buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried in her to the hilt, and now there was no escape.

Behind her, Stephan snickered sadistically and flexed his heavily swollen penis deep within the confines of Jennifer's no longer virginal rectum. "How do you like that, babe?" he asked in sarcastic delight. "Ever get anything like that from your little boyfriend?"

Jennifer heard him laugh harshly and she groaned again in anguish and humiliation. The small excitement she had felt before was ripped away by the reality of the overpowering presence of that rigidly pulsating shaft of cock sunk deep up in her rectum. She had never felt so soiled in her life and Stephan only added insult to injury as he began to saw rhythmically in and out of the unnaturally impaled rectum.

Sobs of pain and misery began to fall from her lips as he lunged the full length of his punishing rod again and again up into her throbbing nether passage with smooth searing strokes. Stephan gloated over the sight of her pinkly clasping flesh pulling out with the thick base of his cock every time he withdrew for another violent lunge up inside. This was it, he thought triumphantly. Now he had the bitch.

To her amazement, Jennifer suddenly realized that the agony she'd initially experienced was beginning to cease. The pain was becoming strangely pleasurable and she was beginning to derive a weird masochistic enjoyment from his skewering thrusts into her ass. Tentatively she moved back to meet him, and as she began to respond she felt the first stirrings of the kind of passion she'd always known before with him being rekindled in her body. Suddenly she was twisting and waving her slavishly upthrust buttocks back violently against him as if in lewd invitation for him to fuck into her even deeper and harder. Her ass-cheeks were swinging in tiny rotating circles, clenching tightly around his cock with a slight throb of her rectum every time he lunged against her.

Sweat poured freely down Stephan's face now as he stared in sadistic delight at the sight of his balls smacking resoundingly against her moist cunt every time he sunk his penis into her wide-split nether-crevice. He had dreamed of this moment for months before their divorce, but he'd never had the courage to try it. And now he had done it and she was loving it, he realized as he watched the wiggling of her buttocks and the blonde locks of her hair whipping over her naked shoulders as she bucked in frantic effort to get more and more of his lewdly vanquishing cock embedded up in the tight little hole of her rectum.

"Oh, fuck me, Stephan. Fuck me," she moaned beneath him as he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide apart to better reveal her anus to his gaze. He shoved deeper into her, holding it far up inside and flexing it teasingly to prompt an impassioned squirming of her buttocks back against his loins.

With long smooth strokes, Stephan resumed the lewd pistoning into his ex-wife's quivering anus. He rammed into her hard and deep with powerful lunges that buffeted her body down against the bed. The sweat from his forehead spilled onto her lovely hollowing back, glistening on her soft white skin. His breath came in short gasps and he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his might to pull her back over his hotly expanding cock as though he were fitting on a boot. And he relished the animal groans of mixed pleasure and pain with which she responded to his assault.

Jennifer waved her buttocks joyfully back against Stephan's pounding thrusts, her mind blurred by the intensity of the sensation. She felt no pain now, only an exquisite warm wetness in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she was filled as she'd never been before. She was her husband's wife again and even this cruel anal rape was a joy to submit to. She was loving it. She wanted him to cum in her, to shoot his great load of seething sperm deep up into her virginal rectum, and she strained back against his burgeoning penis as she felt it throb to an ever greater size and hardness, stretching the muscles of her anus almost beyond endurance.

"Oh cum in me, I love you. I love you, Stephan, cum in me!" she cried deliriously as she felt him thrust the full length of his rock-hard cock up into her rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.

Then Jennifer screamed with delight as the first hotly churning droplets of his thick-shooting cream began to spurt into the furthermost depths of her ravished rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly like a tingling hot whirlpool bath as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust that made his bloated balls dance maddeningly over her stiffened clitoris, setting off her own answering explosion of climax.

Jennifer's body tensed and shuddered as the long-awaited peak of orgasmic sensation was finally achieved. Then she gasped as she felt his limply deflating shaft being slowly withdrawn from her flooded nether channel. There was a slight wet sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full clenching moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping noise. Then a sudden rush of cool air washed over her loins as Stephan rolled off and sagged on the bed beside her.

It was a long time before either of them could catch their breath as they lay panting beside each other on the rumpled bedspread. Even when she was breathing normally again, Jennifer couldn't bring herself to speak. The horror of the revenge Stephan had taken on her had become one of the most wonderful experiences of her life and she was afraid to talk for fear of spoiling it. She was afraid he might get up and leave her without a word, and if he did so she thought she would die. She opened her eyes, gazing tenderly over at his handsome face, peaceful now in sated repose. It almost hurt her to look at him, knowing how he must hate her now, and finally she closed her eyes again, silently trying to prepare herself for the moment when he would leave – this time forever.

"Jennifer?"

She stiffened at the sound of his voice, dreading what was to come. "Yes, Stephan," she said softly.

"I'm working on a new book."

"What?"

"I started a new book. At least I'm trying to start it. It's like nothing else I've ever written in the past. I don't think anybody's written anything quite like it." He chuckled softly. "I don't think it will sell to Hollywood either." He paused, and Jennifer stiffened as his hand reached over to touch her breasts. "I'm sorry I did that to you. I was really angry."

"It's all right. It turned out well."

"Did you mean what you said then?"

"What?" Jennifer managed, her heart suddenly pounding rapidly as a desperate hope crept into her bosom.

"You said you loved me."

"Yes. I love you. I always have."

"Then come back with me. Sell that store and forget that… that kid you're involved with. After we finish this movie I want to go somewhere to the country and do some work." He paused, his hand stroking softly at the taut little bud of her nipple. "Will you come?"

Jennifer sat up on her elbow, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazed at his handsome face. "Oh my God, will I come? Of course I'll come. Of course I'll come anywhere."

Then they were coiled in embrace and as he rolled on top of her she felt his obscenely slickened cock twitching to new hardness up between her parted, lust-moistened thighs.

Content

Frederick Laughton
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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT