George Perry

The willing wife

CHAPTER ONE

Charles moved up the bed and between her legs, lowered himself slowly, entering her cunt as he came down. No foreplay. No tender wards or kisses. Just business as usual, she told herself. Never changes a fuck stroke or move for anything.

Jan hated the robot-like performance of her husband, but surrendered to the fact that she desperately needed a fuck, regardless of the quality. Even his sterile approach was satisfying, she realized, when the entire week was spent fantasizing about fucking.

She even daydreamed of making love to Charles, showing him the sensations her full, moist lips could produce on his cock. And she hungered for the sensations and tastes she would discover while doing it.

"Mmmmm…" she cooed, slipping into her fantasy world. "It feels so good," she whispered in his ear, twisting and grinding furiously to reach the peak of excitement. The throbbing cock did feel good, she admitted. "Ohhh… harder… harder."

"I'm coming," Charles said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhh! Harder!" shea gasped. "Fuck me hard… harder… mmmm…" She reached the summit and was over the top when Charles began his climax. She arched off the bed to meet his thrust, enjoying the spray of his juice on the flaming walls of her pussy. "Ahhhhh…"

Moments later Charles withdrew his cock. She knew he would. Then he'd go straight to the bathroom to shower. He did. She waited to hear the shower running before turning on the lamp next to the bed and reaching for a cigarette. Charles didn't approve of smokiig. Come to think of it, Charles didn't approve of much. But his sterilized lifestyle got him the vice presidency at the bank and a comfortable life for her. And he was only forty-two! Plenty of time to become president… if his loving wife kept her nose clean. If? That was a laugh. One false move and the whole town would know about it.

Janice Latimer started to open the door to the toolshed. Her thoughts had, nothing to do with the task of gardening she was about to begin. Instead she fantasized about the neighbors she knew would be watching her body as she pretended to work. An ego-trip for a frustrated, thirty-four-year-old suburban housewife.

But it was important for her to know that men still found her sexually attractive. The mirror told her she hadn't changed much with age… tall, with dark-brown hair to the shoulders, doe-like eyes and sensuous lips, fully developed, firm tits and well-turned legs…

Her episodes in the garden started by accident. She was planting a few geraniums when she caught her neighbor gawking over the hedges. A flush of delight filled her body and gave her something to think about all week. If he liked what he saw when she was wearing old slacks and an old baggy sweater, what would he do if she wore something a little more revealing?

It became a game. And she noticed her other neighbors straining their eyes too. So, while Charles spent his Saturdays at the bank, she put on a little show for the boys.

For today's performance she had chosen a cotton halter and a brief pair of tight, white shorts. It would drive them out of their minds, knowing her nipples were clearly protruding in the halter and her panties could be seen through the shorts.

She pulled open the door of the shed and walked quickly into the semidarkness.

"OH!" A startled gasp rang out from a corner of the shed.

Jan blinked her eyes, trying to adjust them to the darkness. Her heart was pounding furiously, but she didn't run. She could distinguish the couch in the corner with two naked forms squirming nervously.

"Larry?" she asked. "What are you…" She cut the question off. It was obvious what her neighbor's teenage son was doing – a naked girl was under him, with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Gee, Mrs. Latimer…" he gulped apologetically. He had just completed his penetration into the velvet softness of the girl's cunt when Jan entered.

"Is that you, Mary?" Jan asked.

"Yes… Mrs… Latimer…" a meek voice answered.

Instinctively, Jan closed the door so her other neighbors couldn't see into the shed.

"Gee, Mrs. Latimer…" Larry repeated, gingerly lifting himself off the girl and withdrawing his hard, glistening, throbbing cock. Even in the musty, mildew odor of the shed, Jan could smell the combined juices of fucking. "Please don't tell our parents," the boy muttered sheepishly.

"I don't know what to say," Jan said. She was trying to sound composed. But her eyes were locked on the boy's genitals, amazed at the size and hardness of his cock. She had never known any cock but her husband's and thought his prick was large. But this eighteen-year-old was huge by comparison. And the sight and smell of his cock took her breath away, driving her wild with desire.

As scared and nervous as Larry was, his prick stood defiantly. But his erection seemed to embarrass him more than even being caught with the girl.

"For now, Mary McCarthy, I think you'd best get your little ass out of here and go home," Jan said. "The way you came – through the back. All the neighbors are out front."

"Please don't tell on us," the girl whimpered, pulling up her tight jeans and quickly getting into her sweatshirt, with the high school insignia stretching across her firm, fully developed tits. Jan couldn't get over the bodies these kids had.

"Just go home," Jan said.

The girl shot a quick glance at her embarrassed boyfriend, who seemed helpless before Mrs. Latimer, then slipped out the door.

Now Jan realized she was standing between the boy and his clothes and he did'nt know how to get around her. "How old are you, Larry?"

"Almost nineteen," he answered, avoiding her eyes.

"Almost nineteen. And popping all the young cherries in town. Probably wind up getting your ass in trouble as a result."

"I guess…"

"You guess? You know damn well you will! But that big cock of yours is all you care about. I'll bet you're proud of that… that…" She couldn't think of anything else to call it that would sound vulgar. And she wanted to sound vulgar, like a tramp. Just let it all out in these precious few moments. Get all the frustrations out now, while the opportunity was here.

Larry was stunned to hear her using such language. In this well-bred Connecticut town, adults were careful not to use profanity in the presence of youngsters.

He wished his erection would go away so it wouldn't emphasize what he had been doing. And there wasn't anything he could find to do with his hands, so he kept them behind, his back, clasping and unclasping them. When he looked at the floor, all he saw was the swollen head of his cock. When he looked at Mrs. Latimer, pangs of excitement stirred in his groin and he knew that didn't help to kill his erection.

"I don't know what to do," Jan said, taking an uncertain step in his direction. "If I tell your parents you were fucking Mary McCarthy in my toolshed, Mary will be the only one to suffer in the long run. But if I don't say anything, you'll think it's all right and end up getting into all kinds of trouble."

"Oh no, Mrs. Latimer. I promise, it'll never happen again."

Jan laughed coyly. "I find that hard to believe."

She looked up into his eyes, realizing for the first time that the little boy from the house behind hers wasn't a little boy any more. The little blond kid was suddenly a handsome young man. And she found herself getting closer to him.

"I find it hard to believe you'll never look at another girl," Jan said with a smile.

Larry swallowed hard. "You… know… what… I mean. I won't mess around… you know… until I'm… older."

Jan reached up and touched his cheek. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No! Well, maybe a little," he stammered.

Her hand moved down and over his shoulder, stopping on his arm where she tested the bulge of his muscle. "I'll bet you're on the football team at school."

"Basketball," he gulped. "And track."

Her head was really swimming now. She could smell the maleness coming from his stiff prick. It made her legs weak and her heart pound harder. "Very nice muscles," she said. "But I guess you've got other things on your mind. It seems you've got more than one problem too. What are you going to do about that?" She pointed at his erection with her left hand, while she continued to squeeze his arm with her right.

"Nothin'. It'll go down once I get dressed."

She was smiling up at him and her left hand accidentally touched the head of his cock. They both jumped with surprise. "I'm sorry!" she gasped apologetically, but her hand was back on the hot meat.

Larry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to move.

"You must think I'm terrible," Jan whispered, stroking the cock with her fingers. "I just wanted to put a little fear into you so you wouldn't get yourself in trouble. I wasn't going to tell your parents… I just wanted to make sure…"

Her fingers closed around his prick and she realized that she had access to the very thing Charles wouldn't let her touch. And the boy didn't seem to mind. No, he actually seemed to be enjoying it.

Slowly she bent her knees until her watering mouth was close to the mushroom head, of his prick. Her lips puckered and came into contact with the heat of the throbbing meat. Then it was in her mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat, swished her tongue around it, swallowing the drops of nectar that escaped from the cock-slit. In one swift move she removed her shorts, then released his cock from her mouth and slipped out of the halter.

"Oh, Larry, I want you to fuck me!"

He opened his eyes and saw her standing before him without any clothes. Ever since he was ten he had eyed Mrs. Latimer with thoughts of lust. And here she was, naked and just as beautiful as he imagined. He stared at the tits he had longed for.

Jan misinterpreted his startled look. She thought he was about to bolt out of the shed. "Please Larry, I need it… I want you… fuck me…"

He pulled her against his chest. His mouth covered hers and his tongue dove between her lips. He picked her up and carefully placed her on the sofa. "I want you too," he said as he slipped between her legs.

The blunt end of his cock nuzzled at the entrance to her pussy. His hand was squeezing her tit and she watched him suck the quivering nipple into his mouth, while the long cock-shaft drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. He didn't give her time to catch her breath, going from one breast to the other, squeezing, sucking, licking, while his other hand slipped under her and searched her ass for the crevice, then the little bud that was hidden there.

She went wild when his finger tapped at the entrance to her asshole probing, testing, then snaking into it.

"I've wanted you for years…" Larry whispered through clenched teeth.

She mumbled something. She was riding on a tidal wave of orgasms. It was difficult to think straight as her orgasms broke one after another.

Charles, you sonofabitch! Why couldn't he give her this?

She spread her legs wide and brought her heels down on his ass, forcing his cock deeper into her cunt and locking him there.

"Mrs. Latimer," he breathed in her ear. "I've wanted you ever since I can remember…"

"Mmmmmm…" she replied.

His eager hands never stopped feeling her; squeezing her tits, exploring her ass and massaging every inch of her. And she loved it, offering him everything he could reach. But even then he didn't seem content, because his mouth was working at the same time, tonguing her ear, biting her shoulder and licking her neck, while his ballooning cock stretched her cunt without a hint of reaching a climax.

"Are you all right?" he asked as she trembled uncontrollably.

"Ohhh yesss… I'm fine," she purred, opening her eyes. He smiled down at her. "You make me tingle all over. I could fuck with you forever…"

"I just can't seem to get enough of you," he grunted, suddenly pistoning in and out of her with a vengeance.

"Then keep fuckin' till you do!" she screeched, meeting his cock with bucking hips. "Fuck it as hard as you can… take what you want!"

His tempo quickened and she could feel his prick huffing and puffing inside her. The explosion was near, and she was delighted to find herself building to another orgasm.

It felt like a giant volcano rumbling inside her. The fucking motion stopped, the blunt prick penetrated to its fullest, locked there by her vise-like grip. She had one breathless moment of anxiety, waiting for the eruption, then the hot cum shot into her.

"Ohhhh… ohhh… OH!" she cried. "More… more… ahhhhh… that's it! Fuck me hard… I love it… you fuck so good."

"Yeah!" he gasped between shots of cum. "And you're so fuckin' good…"

"Oh… Larry!" she cried as her orgasm peaked. Their bodies jerked and bounced. Their sweating bodies clung together and their sex juices mixed into a frothy lather. The squeaking, creaking sounds of the sofa were drowned out by the incoherent, guttural sounds they made.

"Aannnnggghhh… ohhh… mmmm…" she groaned, "…cock feels sooo good… mmmmmm… bustin' my cunt so full… cock me more and more… oh, yeah… I love it!"

Slowly their bodies settled to a motionless, exhausted state. Jan opened her eyes and managed to return a weak smile to the beaming face that grinned down at her. She enjoyed the lingering feeling of his stiffness inside her pussy.

"You've just made me the happiest guy in the world, Mrs. Latimer," he said with bubbling enthusiasm. "I'll remember this the rest of my life…"

Her body was so exhausted she could barely lift her arm, but she forced herself to put a finger over his lips. "Shhh," she whispered. "You've said all there is to say."

They remained silent and motionless for what seemed to her like hours. She felt the stiffness seeping out of his cock, but he still didn't make a move to withdraw it, giving her a dream-like sensation of contentment.

"We'd better get dressed," she finally sighed, then watched him reluctantly rise, leaving a void between her legs that made her wish she hadn't spoken.

Larry was already dressed when she finally started to get up. He was standing before her, devouring her body with his eyes.

"Can I see you again, Mrs. Latimer?" he asked awkwardly. "I mean… can I… see you again?"

"We'll see, Larry," she answered, knowing exactly what he meant. "But for now, you've got to get out of here without being seen by the neighbors."

"That's no problem," he said confidently. "I'll slip out the window, like I came in. The apple tree hides it from view." He was already moving in the direction of the window.

"Oh, Larry," she said, bringing him to a halt. "Not a word to anyone about… and I won't mention what happened with Mary."

"Thank you, Mrs. Latimer. Thank you."

He was so anxious to please, she thought, but added, "Just remember, if you say anything, it'll hurt you more than anyone else."

"Don't worry. I won't tell a soul. And if you let me see you again, I'll try not to be in such a rush… you know… I'll spend more time kissing you… you know, on the ass and all."

Her legs almost buckled at the thought and she felt weak all over. "You're a doll, Larry," she managed to add as he started out the window.

At this point she didn't have any heart far gardening and wondered if anyone saw her going into the shed. She peeked out the door, didn't see anyone in front and quickly slipped out. She went straight to the house and felt relieved to be inside again. She closed the back door and leaned against it for a moment, trying to straighten out the confusion in her head, where a hundred different thoughts fought for attention at once. But the sound of the front doorbell shattered her moment of composure. She rushed through the house to see who was there, suddenly realizing she was a bundle of nerves.

"Oh," she said with relief when she opened the door and saw it was only the paperboy making his collection.

He waited on the front step while she went for her purse. She was still fumbling in her purse for the money when she returned to the door and was about to give him a little smile for being so patient, when she noticed his attention was focused on her body. He got embarrassed when he realized she was holding out the money and had caught him ogling her. But while he fumbled in his pocket for her change, she gave him a closer look.

Couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen, she told herself. Just a cute little boy… But there was a bulge in his pants! She was gving all the kids in the neighborhood hard-ons!

She took the change, gave him a smile and quickly closed the door. The move was to protect him from her lecheious thoughts, she told herself. But she was flattered and aroused by the thought of his sexual interest in her body. There was a certain charm about these boys, she decided. Perhaps it was their innocence, or fear that turned her on, she thought. But the prospects ahead dazzled her mind…

CHAPTER TWO

The room seemed extremely dark and strange to Jeff and he wondered if he'd ever manage to get any sleep. The teenage boy would rather be dead than do something embarrassing in front of Mrs. Latimer. What would she think of him, he constantly worried, if he accidentally did something wrong? He couldn't bear the thought of her seeing him do something stupid. She might frown on him, or worse, she might laugh at him! That would really be crushing, he thought. Because Jan, as he secretly referred to her, was his idol, and he wished his mother hadn't arranged for him, to stay in her house for the night. His parents were spending the night in New York and Mrs. Latimer had practically insisted he stay with her. For a moment he wondered if she felt the same about him as he did about her. Ridiculous! he told himself. She just wanted company, because Mr. Latimer was also going to be away for the night.

So far he had managed to get through dinner without making a fool of himself. The few hours spent in the living room watching television went smoothly, he admitted. Now all he had to do was make it through the night. But he mustn't sleep! he told himself. Because to sleep would risk having one of those wet dreams… and she'd see the telltale spot on the sheet and be angry.

Then suddenly he was aware that something had changed during the last few minutes. He could not be sure if the door had opened or not. No light had been evident, yet he knew there was another person in the room with him. He knew it had to be Mrs. Latimer, so he wasn't really scared, but he wasn't sure what he should do.

Apparently she was checking to see if he was asleep, he thought, feeling her presence now in the form of breathing. She must be bending low over his face to determine if he was asleep. He remained motionless, making sure to breathe evenly and deeply.

He felt a light touch upon his lips and thought she had put her fingers there, but realized the soft moistness had to be her lips. She pressed her lips harder against his and he hoped she couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. The touch of her soft, full, warm lips sent pangs of excitement through his body and he lay there in rapt anticipation, wondering what she might do next.

The bed moved and he could feel that she was next to him. She had lowered her body as carefully as possible into a sitting position close to his head. Then she began to touch him, first on the cheek and around his ear, and slowly down his neck, all with the lightest of finger touches. The total darkness of the room made it easy for him to conjure up a vision of her sitting beside him, recalling with vivid detail how sexy she looked at dinner and how difficult it had been to take his eyes off her full, high, taut tits.

He felt the coven being drawn down and the same delightful touch of those fingers toying with his chest. She was unbuttoning his pajama top and her fingers danced all over his bare skin, once even going past the tie-string on his bottoms. It was delightful and at the same lime terrifying. What should he do if she opened his pants? He had often thought of doing this to her, but having it done to himself was never part of that dream.

"Are you awake, Jeff?" she whispered directly into his ear, her hot breath sending chills through his body.

"Uh-huh," he mumbled, almost inaudibly, I holding his breath to keep from exploding. Over and over he told himself not to be scared. But only his fear of looking, foolish in her eyes kept him from bolting out of there. He had often dreamed of slipping into her bedroom to explore the full, round softness of her body, but never in his wildest dreams expected it to happen in reverse!

"I hope I didn't frighten you," she breathed in his ear.

"Naw," he said, trying to sound composed.

"I was lonesome and thought you might be lonesome too," she said, finding his hand in the darkness and lifting it to her tits. "But I didn't mean to disturb you…"

"I was awake," he reassured her, realizing his hand was being pressed between those perfectly matched globes of flesh that had tantalized him during dinner.

Still holding his hand against her chest, she reached down with her free hand and let her fingers tiptoe down his stomach to where his pajama bottoms began. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked, but continued without waiting for a reply. "I love to play 'touch' with strong boys… and make them tingle all over. But I'll stop if you don't like it."

"It's okay…" he gulped. "I don't mind."

Jan was glad he couldn't see the devilish look in her eyes as she used his innocence to gain her own rewards. The thrill of it caused a flush of moistness to escape into the crotch of her panties. The urge to just attack him was checked by the knowledge she must proceed slowly or frighten him off.

Deftly she opened the string on his pajamas and her fingers slid down to the curling, wispy hairs above his hard-on. Then her fingers slid around the base of his cock and slipped lightly over and around his balls. He felt weak all over as her teasing fingers weighed the tight sac, then moved down to his anus, where she toyed at the opening with a tapping finger.

"Did anyone ever play with your asshole before?"

"No," he answered, grinding his teeth together to keep from screaming. He hated and loved it at the same time. But when her finger attempted to enter the small bud, his sphincter muscle spasmed into a tightly closed ring, making it difficult to force her way in. Then she did something that made him surrender completely to the invading digit: she moved his hand inside the negligee, onto the firmness of her breast. A rock-hard nipple quivered in the palm of his hand.

Jan trembled at the touch of his inexperienced hand and the thought of what the touch of it must be doing to him.

"Let me slip out of this nightie, so you can really feel my tits," she said, at the same time popping her finger from his ass, causing him to grunt from the unexpected move. She added softly, "And you kick off your bottoms."

Jeff did as he was told, not wanting anything to spoil his chance to feel her beautiful body.

You lucky sonofabitch, he told himself as he anxiously waited for her to return. The vision of her naked body quickened the tempo of his throbbing cock. Oh shit! Don't come now, you fuck!

Jan knelt on the bed next to him again, but he pulled away. "Is anything wrong?" she asked with surprise.

"Mrs. Latimer… I'm afraid I'm going to shoot all over the place if I touch you."

"The first thing you have to learn," she said in a reassuring voice, "is not to worry so much about things like that. It's only natural to be so excited that you want to come or can't hold it back. And I wouldn't get mad if you shot your load all over the ceiling. Just don't let it worry you."

Her voice took the edge off his urgency and gave him the confidence that was missing before. In the darkness he could make out her kneeling form and he reached over to squeeze her hand.

"I've been so selfish," she said softly, "doing what I wanted and not even giving you a chance to do what you want to do. Now tell me what you'd like to do."

"Just touch you," he mumbled.

"My tits?" she asked, lifting his hand to the task. "Or maybe my ass?" Then she pushed his hand down her side and placed it on her asscheek. "Or my legs?" Again she quickly moved his hand to a point between her legs, a few inches above her knees.

The touch made his head swim. It didn't occur to him that she was only teasing him with those quick touches. "Everything," he groaned in agony.

"Okay," she chirped, but added in the same breath, "but on one condition. Whatever you touch, you have to kiss. How's that sound?"

"Sounds okay to me."

"Since I've already touched your balls and asshole," she said, "I'll begin by going back and kissing them. And I'll expect you to kiss me the same way."

He moaned as her hot breath came down between his legs. She was actually kissing his nuts! Then her tongue was going down, and she was licking his asshole!

Jan slithered her tongue around the sensitive opening, making sure he got the picture of what she expected from him when it was her turn. She hooked her elbows under his knees and forced them wide apart, exposing the target even better, then darted her tongue into the hot little opening. He gave out a moan of agony. But she didn't stop. Her tongue snaked deep into his squeezing shit chute and whipped around the tight passage, then slowly slithered out.

"Your turn!" she gasped, collapsing beside him on the bed.

His mouth quickly covered her quivering nipple, sucking it in as he hand-fed more of the firm flesh into his hungry mouth. It was all he dreamed it would be and more. His mouth swept across her chest to sample the matching globe of flesh on the other side, while his hand massaged away the spit from the first.

Not wanting to disappoint her in any way, he slithered his tongue down her stomach, circled her navel, then jumped that unknown area to the spot on her leg he had touched.

"Err… you'll have to roll over," he gulped, "so I can kiss your cheek… I touched that too."

Jan accommodated his meek command, sensing that he was getting down to business. He gingerly pressed his puckered lips to the soft, white flesh of her asscheeks. Then he cautiously licked the spot on her left cheek that his hand had touched.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "my asshole is itching to have you poke a finger in it."

"Oh… well," he gulped. "I'd sure like to do that… but I don't know if I could kiss it."

"Afraid?" she taunted. "You might find it tastes better than my tits."

He plunged his hand into the deep crevice, sought the hidden opening and drove his index finger in to the hilt. Jan wiggled and squeezed his finger with the strong muscles there, thrilled by the thought of the sensations she knew she was giving him. He left the finger embedded in the sucking tunnel until he could summon up the courage to lower his mouth to the spot. Minutes passed as he wiggled and twisted the digit, then suddenly popped it out and covered the spot with his open mouth.

"Aauuuunnngggghh…" she groaned when his tongue snaked into the small hot opening. His warm breath and wet tongue gave her twinges of an oncoming orgasm. "You take my breath away… and it feels sooo good."

Higher and higher his snaking tongue drove, wanting more than anything else to please his playmate. And Jan responded with a frenzy of wild gyrations of her hips, making it almost impossible for the horny eighteen-year-old boy to keep his tongue seated.

"More… more!" she cried. "It'll only take a minute… whatever you do don't take your tongue out."

Quite by accident, to gain his balance, he placed his hand between her legs and she snatched it up immediately, forcing his fist into the moist hairs of her panting cunt. She held his clenched fist there as he continued to snake his tongue into the tight tunnel that grabbed and sucked for more.

"Yeah… yeah… YEAH!" she cried. "I'm coming, Jeff! Screw that tongue deeper… and deeper… OH! Hold it there… 'til… I force it out… Mmmmmmmmmmmm…"

The strong muscles of her rectum squeezed his tongue out, but she kept his fist locked between her legs until the last juices of her orgasm flushed out onto it. Then she sighed with relief, released his hand and rolled, over on her side.

"Did you get everything you wanted?" she asked.

"Yeah! It was great!"

"I think you forgot something," she said, lifting herself to a sitting position.

"What?"

"Your cock is still loaded. And we don't want to leave it without some reward now, do we?"

With that she placed her hand on his shoulder, signaling him to lie down, and quickly moved between his legs. One sweep of her hand from the base of his standing cock to the head of it told her he was ready. She swooped down and captured the rubbery knob in her hot mouth and began sucking feverishly, first sucking the full length of it into the depths of her throat, then sliding it out so just the very tip was in. She managed to bring him to the peak of excitement quickly. But Jeff was so taken by surprise that it was difficult for him to sort out the sensations and realize he was about to reach a climax.

Then she felt the flrst spray of cum on the back of her throat and started to gag. Instinctively the boy grabbed her head and pulled her down on him, forcing his thick meat deeper into her throat. She swallowed furiously. Her tongue was involuntarily pumping the squirting hose, bringing forth more and more of his creamy cum.

"Oh, man!" he screamed, throwing his legs up in the air and pulling her tighter against his groin. "It feels so fuckin' good!"

Jan gulped, swallowed, gasped and tried to get air into her lungs. His juice trickled from the corners of her mouth and she suddenly realized that somewhere in the last few moments the boy had turned into a man and was taking his own rewards. She was helpless with his strong legs wrapped around her neck and his hands pulling her down, down, down.

"Wow!" he yelled, releasing her head just as she thought she was going to pass out.

"Mmmmmm…" she moaned, then laughed and swallowed all of his cum. "How was that?"

"Fannntastic! I really mean it! It was Fannntastic!"

Jan slumped to the bed, still breathing deeply. "Be a good boy, Jeff," she sighed. "Slip into my bedroom and get my cigarettes. They're in the drawer of the night table on the right side of the bed."

She giggled like a teenage girl at the sound of him stumbling in the darkness. She twisted her body to reach the lamp on the nearby table.

Jeff returned with her cigarettes, came to a sudden halt in the doorway and gaped at her naked body. He couldn't hide the delight he experienced at the sight of her. Even the exhausted, limp noodle between his legs thumped with pleasure. His eyes widened and he stared at the triangular clump of hair between her legs. The spot his fist had recently pressed against. He approached the bed and awkwardly reached out to hand her the cigarettes, then climbed in bed beside her.

Jan propped herself up on the pillow to light the cigarette and eyed the lean, masculine form beside her. He was on his back, staring at the ceiling, with his hands folded under his head. But one flexing muscle told her he wasn't casually relaxing and thinking of faraway places.

Jeff moved his left arm down to his side, between them, wondering if he dare touch her again. Jan noticed his fingers tapping nervously on the bed between them and suspected he was trying to get up the courage to touch her. She was delighted to see the rising cock between his legs.

"How'd you like to play with my cunt, Jeff?" she asked, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray she held on her stomach and then stretching over him to replace the ashtray on the night table.

"I'd like that," he gulped, eyeing the big tits as they passed just inches from his nose. He quivered from a delightful chill that was caused by the sensation of those short, curly hairs between her legs gently brushing against his hip. A reflex action caused his left hand to lift a few inches off the bed and brush over the fluffy hairs, giving Jan a chill similar to his own.

She was already above him as she placed the ashtray gently on the table next to the bed, but she discovered her leg had completed the follow-through and she was straddling his stomach. His eyes were wide with anticipation and he stared open-mouthed at the bushy triangle of hair.

"There's no need to be scared," she said with a smile. "It's just a velvet-lined pocket for boys to nestle their cocks in. So soft and delicious you'll never want to be without one. Go ahead, touch it."

He wanted more than anything to touch it… but for some insane reason, he was also afraid. His fingem began combing through the thicket, spreading the foliage to reveal a soft pink entrance that beckoned him on.

"Ohhhhhh… Jeff," Jan sighed as his finger came to the sensitive lips. Her eyes closed, but she knew he was spreading the lips with his thumb and forefinger to look inside, and the thought drove her wild. "Put your finger in, Jeff. Feel the softness… no, no, the middle finger… that's the way! Just think how nice it would feel to dunk your great big cock in that sweet softness. Mmmmmm."

Jan placed a hand on his, guiding his thumb to her clitoris and showing him how to stoke it while exploring her insides with the other finger. And it convinced her more than ever that the secret to her sexual desires was with young boys. She could mold them so easily. Make them do whatever she wanted.

"Mmmmmmm…" she cooed, encouraging him to explore and probe deeper into the sucking, squeezing cove. "It feels so good," she added, opening her eyes to watch his delighted, intent expression as he whipped pleasure into her cunt.

For a few moments she rocked back and forth on his finger, but suddenly realized a rubbery, ball-like object was pressing into the deep crevice between her buttocks. The sticky sap that oozed out of it warned her that he'd built to a climax in the warmth of that cleft, rather than where she wanted him to explode.

With a gentle press of her hand on his, his finger slipped from her cunt. She moved back a few inches, took his throbbing cock in one hand, and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, watching the expression on his face at all times, she impaled herself.

She marveled at the length and fullness of his cock. The exciting new position, with her on top for a change, excited her even more. And she loved the control she had over the penetration.

"Oh, Mrs. Latimer, I love you." He forced the words through clenched teeth and tried to keep his muscles from lifting him off the bed to meet the invading warmth and moistness slowly sweeping over his throbbing, panting cock.

"It's not me you love," she whispered. "It's the sensation surrounding that big cock of yours. You love the hot thrills my drooling cunt is adding to your virgin prick… making your balls ache with desire."

"Oh, yes, I love it… I've never loved anything better… in all my life."

"Then say what you mean," she said, tantalizing him with a slight withdrawal. "Tell me you want to fuck me… tell me you want to fuck the ass off me."

"I do… I do," he groaned.

"Then say it!"

"I want to fuck you, Mrs. Latimer. I want to fuck your fuckin' ass off… and suck your fuckin' tits off… and stick my cock up your asshole and… and everything else…"

"Mmmmm… I love to fuck and suck too," she cooed, once again slipping down the pole and loving the torture she created for both of them with her slowness. And she loved to hear them call her "Mrs. Latimer" too, she decided. It was a reminder of the difference in their ages. She didn't want to be a squeamish little girl again, afraid of every touch because she didn't want to get in trouble. She wanted to be just what she was: a housewife cheating on her husband and tricking young boys into fulfilling her wanton desires.

"Your legs are so smooth and beautiful," he began again, this time stroking her thighs as he spoke. "And I can't get enough of your ass. I wish I could tongue your asshole right now… while we're fuckin' like this."

The boy surprised himself with what he was saying and doing, but found it wasn't really difficult with Jan.

"There!" she sighed. "That big love-stick is seated deep in my belly… feel good?"

"You fuckin' well better believe it does!" he gasped. His groin hit hers as he bounced off the bed to make the point, forcing the air from her lungs with the extra penetration and almost setting off his stick of dynamite in the process.

But in that instant, when he thought the ultimate climax was about to take place, Jan lifted herself high off his groin, causing his involuntary withdrawal to the very tip of his cock. The fear of losing the prize was enough of a shock to halt the explosion. Her hands on his hips kept him from arching off the bed to seat his prong again.

He saw her eyes were locked on his cock and decided to see what she found so fascinating. For the first time he realized why she kept calling it a "big cock". It even seemed gigantic to him, with her sitting on the tip of it. And he tried to imagine what it must feel like to her when it was seated inside her. His eyes widened at the sight of her impaling herself again, watching the thick meat, with veins popping, slowly being devoured by her cunt. He quickly clamped his eyes shut. But even with his eyes clamped shut he could, vividly see the triangle of black, curly hair parting, and the pink lips nibbling away at his stiff cock.

Jan watched every inch of the thick, white, throbbing meat penetrate into the sucking sleeve of her pussy. The sight was almost as breathtaking as the feeling it created inside her. In her mind, fleeting thoughts flashed about, causing a frenzy that brought her to the peak of excitement. She bounced up and down, bringing her full weight down on his groin, sending his cock deeper into her cunt each time.

"Unnnngggg…" he groaned each time her full weight came down on him. "Unnnngggg… unnnnnggggg… unnnggg…" Then in a high voice, with a note of panic, "I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no you're not," she shot back, lifting herself high, withdrawing his cock to the tip, pausing long enough for him to overcome the crisis of ejaculation, then swiftly impaling herself again when the threat subsided.

"Let me come, Mrs. Latimer," he moaned. "Please! My head will blow up if you don't let me come! Unnngggg… unnnngggg."

"Mama knows best, honey-child," she managed to say. "Mama tells you when to fuck and when to suck and when to come."

"Unnnhhh… my balls hurt… can't hold it… oh! Please don't take it out! You're driving me crazy!"

But Jan paid no attention to his pleading and quickly lifted herself again. "Oh Jeff!" she cried, suddenly caught in her own trap and finding herself losing control of her own orgasm. "Fuck me now, Jeff!" she cried, coming down on him hard, then flattening herself on his chest. "Fill me with cum… fuck me forever! Ohhh, Jeff, I want it… I want it… all that creamy cum splashing around the hot, burning walls of my cunt… I want that, Jeff."

His hands gripped her buttocks, forcing her down with all his might, while he lifted himself up with as much force. He could imagine her nice thick black bush of hair pressed tight against his groin. He grunted, sweated. Jan was actually crying, gurgling, moaning and groaning in his ear. And he could feel her trying to mash that bush of hair into his groin. Then he felt the hot lava cum up through the shaft of his quivering cock. The first spurt rushed up the tube and found freedom in a waiting well of warmth. Again and again he shot his hot cum into her spasming cunt.

Jan squirmed and wigged, riding her orgasm like a giant wave, not knowing if or when the wave would fold over and engulf her. She clung to him with all her might, bumping and grinding until the balloon suddenly broke and she was swept away by the folding wave of relief.

Jeff had to rush off to school right after breakfast, leaving Jan with pangs of loneliness. They had slept through the night, completely exhausted and barely capable of responding to the distant sound of the alarm ringing in Jan's bedroom. She would have liked to have sent him off with one last remembrance, but there just wasn't time. And when he was gone, she thought about how it must feel for a young boy to go off to school after his first experience with a woman. She wondered if he'd tell any of his friends, even though she warned him not to tell anyone. She suddenly felt warm and contented.

By getting involved with her housework, she managed to wipe the thoughts of Jeff from her mind. She was satisfied. There wasn't any need to start fantasizing again. And just before noon Charles called from the office to tell her he was back from his business trip. Back at the bank, that is. The bank was home for Charles. Hearing his voice swept away the last twinge of fear she had about getting caught. Everything was back to normal.

The doorbell rang shortly after one o'clock, and when Jan went to the door to answer it, she was surprised to see a young boy standing there. She guessed he was no more than eighteen years old and she was certain he wasn't one of the local boys.

"Yes?" she asked in a slightly cold tone.

"Er… you Mrs. Latimer?"

"Yes I am."

"Well… er… I'm with the Boy Scouts and we're… er… trying to get donations for new uniforms."

His clothes were cheap and shabby, she noticed. And even his speech hinted that he wasn't from the area. As he spoke his eyes darted around her to see into the house and he seemed unusually nervous. She was equally puzzled by the fact he knew her name. As a precaution, she kept the screen door closed between them and talked through it.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" she asked.

"Naw. We got the day off to collect far the Boy Scouts."

She didn't believe that at all. "Well, I think you'd better come back when my husband is home. He already gives to the neighborhood clubs."

"Gee, even a quarter or a few cents would help. We need anything you can spare," he persisted.

"I guess I can spare a few cents," she said just to get him to leave. "You wait here and I'll get it."

As she turned her back on him and started back into the living room, she caught the sound of the latch on the screen door moving, then the door opening.

"I said wait there!" she said, turning to face him. But it was too late! She caught sight of two older boys coming through the door, blocking her from slamming the front door on them. She was filled with panic.

"Just keep quiet and you won't get hunt," the oldest said, grabbing her by the wrist and pushing her into the living room. He was followed by the other, slightly younger boy. Then two more boys entered behind them. They all seemed to be different ages, from about eighteen to twenty, she guessed.

"What do you want?" she gasped.

"Close that door, boy," he said to one of the last boys to enter. Then he looked her in the eyes and squeezing her wrist until it started to hurt, added, "Don't panic. We ain't going to do nothing to you. If you do as you're told."

"I don't understand," she said, almost in tears. "You're already hurting my wrist and you break into my house… and I'm not supposed to be scared?"

"It's not you we want… or your money." His eyes suddenly surveyed her body and made the statement difficult for her to believe. "Your husband is a big-shot at the bank. Right?"

"Well… yes."

"That's all we want then. Just some of the bank's money."

The shock was too much for her and she couldn't think straight. But if it was only the bank they wanted to hurt, she could live with that. The second oldest boy was tying her hands with a piece of clothesline.

"Shit, Bill, do your stuff. We ain't got all day," the one in charge said.

Jan watched the boy take out a can of spray paint, then, starting at the front door, spray a thick black line across the wall. He walked as he drew the line at eye level, in the foyer, around the corner and into the living room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she cried.

"Just keep your mouth shut," the leader growled.

When the boy with the spray paint got to the middle of the living room wall he stopped, shook the can several times and started to write a message: "DON'T CALL COPS. NOTE ON TABLE."

Then he made a squiggle of an arrow to indicate the coffee table in front of the couch, where the leader was placing an envelope. As an afterthought he swept everything else off the table with his arm.

"Hey, Al," he called to the second oldest. "See if Mike has the car in the driveway."

"Yeah, he backed it in so nobody can see from the street," Al answered.

"Then we better get out of here."

"You better tape her mouth," Al said.

"Yeah. Almost forgot. And you better check to see that nothing is on the stove or anything to start a fire. We don't want any accidents to bring the cops."

"Hey, Tom," the young boy that originally rang the bell said. "Can I ride in the trunk with her?"

"Are you crazy?" Tom snapped back. "There's no room."

"She's nice," the boy added. "Real pretty, huh?"

They were all staring at her now and Jan felt terribly uncomfortable and helpless, with her hands tied and mouth taped.

"You know," Al, the second oldest, said. "We should really take off her slacks… so she don't get ideas about trying to run away. You know… just in case…"

"Maybe you've got something there," Tom said. "We'll strip off her pants so she can't go running down the street or something…"

Al and the young boy didn't wait for Tom to finish his sentence. They quickly jumped to the task of removing her slacks, pulling her panties off in the process. Jan struggled to fight them off but she was overpowered when Tom held her while they slipped her slacks off her feet. She felt small fingers, the little boy's she realized, squirming all over her buttocks. His little fingers were poking in the crack and going wild with delight back there, while the others stared at her naked front.

It was Tom who slipped his hand down her stomach and slithered it between her legs. She realized their original plan was slowly slipping to the background and a new set of ideas was taking over. Suddenly the urgency was gone from their actions and they seemed to have all the time in the world. And her own panic was taking a back seat to the constant movement of fingers all over her.

CHAPTER THREE

She squirmed and twisted, trying to avoid some of the pawing, grabbing, squeezing hands, slipping to the floor in a kneeling position, which seemed like a good idea. But they quickly rolled her over an her back and lifted her legs high in the air, exposing everything to their greedy little hands. And when they couldn't get her sweater off without untying her hands, they pulled it, along with her arms, up over her head. Her bra was twisted in there too, she realized, frightened by their hungry attack.

"Tom," Al said in a whisper, pulling the older boy by the arm, to get away from the others. Then, as they moved out of hearing range, he said, "Why don't we get rid of the kids and you and I give her a fast fuck?"

"Knock it off," Tom said sternly. "We've got a job to do. And we'd better get the hell out of here before we get caught."

"Awwww, come on," Al pleaded. "It'll only take a few minutes. And they didn't say nothin' about not porkin' her… so we can't get in trouble for that."

"They didn't tell us to strip her either. When we rehearsed the plan, we just tied her hands and got out fast. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah… but what's a few minutes?"

"Don't be a shithead. If someone knocks on the door we're in big trouble. Come on, let's get out of here fast."

"Balls!"

"Okay," Tom called to the others. "That's enough. Let's put the show on the road. And fix her clothes… and put her drawers back on… I don't want to get my ass chewed out. Let's go. We've been here too long already."

The younger boys obeyed his commands without hesitation. They dressed Jan quickly as best they could. Hooking her bra gave them the mast trouble and they put her slacks on backward, but Jan felt a sense of security just being covered again. Her whole body seemed to sigh with relief and she felt more relaxed now.

"Now get her out in the trunk of the car!" Tom snapped, taking one last look around the house to be sure they hadn't forgotten something.

"Hey!" Al said. "Maybe they've got some money laying around the place."

"Forget it," Tom answered. "We haven't got time to go searching for it. But get her purse. We may want her identification." He went to the kitchen window and watched as the others packed Jan into the trunk of the old Chevy. Tom was satisfied. He turned to give the kitchen a last check and saw Al at the refrigerator filling a brown paper bag with food. It reminded him of his own hunger and the fact that they had had only a hamburger each for the past twenty-four hours.

"Nice going," he told Al. "See if there are any cookies and other stuff too." He took Jan's purse from Al's arm and quickly searched it for money. His eyes widened when he found over a hundred dollars in her wallet. He'd never seen that much money before.

"Is there enough there to buy gas, for the trip back?" Al asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Tom answered, pocketing the money. "We'd be in some fuckin' trouble if there wasn't," Al said, his head in the refrigerator. "Shit. There's enough food here to feed an army."

"We ain't got all day, so take what you can and let's go."

"That's it," Al answered, closing the refrigerator and picking up the three paper bags he had filled. "The kids are gonna shit when they see all this stuff," he added as he started out the door.

"Yeah… and when we get the ransom money we'll all start eating like human beings."

Once Jan resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't do anything about her predicament, at least at the moment, she reined and settled into a comfortable position in the semidark trunk. Without thinking, she reached up with her bound hands and removed the tape from her mouth. The simplicity of the act brought her attention to the fact that she could just as easily untie her hands too. But she hesitated, considering the possibility that if they stopped the car and opened the trunk they would realize their mistake and tie her hands behind her back. She decided not to take any chances at this point and left them tied.

Gradually the panic and fright eased from her body and mind, leaving her remarkably calm, she thought with surprise. She was relaxed, composed and probably less nervous now than her captors, she decided.

"This is unbelievable," she said in a soft whisper, wishing she had a companion to share the experience with. "So far they've bungled everything! I've seen their faces and even know their first names. They tie my hands in front of me so I can remove the gag and even open the knots with my teeth, or wait until they stop the car and start screaming for help. They're so bad at kidnapping that I expect to awaken at any moment and find it was all a stupid dream. They could have done better by just following the script of even the worst television plot!"

The sound of her own voice was reassuring and made sense. She decided she would take her own advice: wait until the car stopped, then start screaming and kicking to attract attention. The only drawback in her plan was the realization that she might only get one chance to try it. If it didn't work the first time, she was certain they would gag and bind her so she couldn't try it again. So she'd have to wait until she was absolutely certain someone was close enough to hear her. A parking lot, if they stop to eat, or if they stop for gas, she decided.

Confidence surged through her and she was certain she'd be back home before nightfall. Within minutes she realized her opportunity was probably about to materialize. The car turned, and the motion of it seemed to indicate they were entering a parking lot or gas station. The car stopped and she strained to hear the sound of voices. She forced herself not to be impatient and it paid off, she realized, because the first voices she heard were the boys. There were three or four of them, talking, whistling and making noise right outside the trunk.

Gas! her mind screamed. They were getting gas! There were other voices, but she couldn't tell how far away they were with all the noise the kids were making outside the trunk. Then the noise stopped abruptly and the car was moving again.

Gradually she talked herself out of the depression this setback had created, telling herself there would be other opportunities. But she never quite gained the confidence she had had before they stopped. She was nagged now by the fact that her captors were a little more clever than she had given them credit for being. And as the trip dragged on and on, her loneliness began to work on her nerves.

After what seemed to her like hours and hours, the car began to slow down and pull off the road. She was suddenly alert again. She wondered if this was the last stop. The end of the trip, where they would either kill her, or possibly hide her until the ransom was paid and then kill her. She quickly placed the tape back on her mouth and waited, knowing the place was secluded simply by the lack of any sounds of traffic. The trunk opened and she was blinking at the sudden brightness that rushedin. She looked up into the faces of Tom and Al.

"We thought you'd like to stretch your legs," Tom as saying as they helped her out of the trunk, holding her up until her legs regained circulation.

"Yeah. And maybe take a pee, like the rest of us," Al added with a grin.

Jan shot him a look of utter disgust. She hadn't liked him from the moment he had entered the house. His face had a rodent-like appearance, and his straight, stringy, dirty-blond hair kept falling across his beady eyes. She judged him to be about nineteen years old, five-foot-six and skinny. Tom, on the other hand, was lean in an attractive way, about twenty close to six feet tall, with black wavy hair.

"Don't pay any attention to him," Tom was saying as he led her away from the car. "If he doesn't knock it off, I'll have to show him who's boss."

They had certainly picked a deserted place to stop, Jan noted as they walked toward a field of grass and clover. The trees and landscape suggested northern Massachusetts, or possibly New Hampshire. Then were too many trees to see any great distance, but in the area she could see, there wasn't a structure in sight. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the other boys grouped around a big oak tree. They were obviously emptying their bladders, she decided.

"Look, Mrs. Latimer," Tom said, taking the tape from her mouth. "If you have to go, you better go now. We've got a good trip ahead of us and I'm not stopping again."

She realized he was talking with a normal, sincere voice now and she felt better. "Yes," she answered softly. "I would like to… go… but not with everyone watching."

"The other kids will be in the car, but me and Al can't let you out of our sight."

"You're too fuckin' soft." Al cut in, taking Jan by the arm and pulling her to a nearby tree. "You gotta piss, lady, piss!" He pulled her slacks and panties down in one fast jerk and stepped back. "We all saw your goodies back at the house, remember?"

Jan stood motionless, facing the tree with her slacks down around her ankles. She deliberately waited until she had control of herself before saying in a calm, even voice, "Girls don't urinate against trees."

"Yeah," Tom growled at Al. "If you had half a brain you'd be dangerous."

Jan turned to face them and couldn't help but notice the bulges in their pants. If Al wasn't there, she told herself, she was confident she could handle Tom without any trouble. With the right bait, she could twist him around her little finger.

And he was staring at the bait she had in mind, she noted, amused by the wide eyes on both of them as they stared at the hair covering her cunt.

"Don't give me that shit!" Al retorted. "How many broads have you fucked? You know your next will be your first."

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll put my fist in it!" Tom growled.

"Would you at least untie my hands?" Jan asked softly.

"Can't," Tom mumbled. "Just do what you gotta do and let's get it over with."

"I'm not trying to be difficult," she said, "but my slacks will get wet this way."

Tom weighed that thought for a moment, then stepped closer and knelt before her to help her step out of the slacks. His nose and eyes came within inches of the triangle of hair that fascinated him so much. An aroma swept into his nostrils and startled him a little. It caused havoc in his pants, where his cramped cock throbbed and flexed with sudden excitement. He wanted to linger there longer, to breathe in the smell of girl-juice, but he knew Al was already getting impatient. He figured Al was probably thinking the reason it was taking so long was because he was too gentle. He forced himself to complete the task and moved away quickly.

Using the tree as a backrest, Jan slowly lowered herself to a squatting position. She stared at Tom and Al as they stared at the junction of her legs. A chill of delight swept through her and she realized the act was also arousing her sexually. It occurred to her in that instant that she got her greatest thrill from the delight she gave innocent, inexperienced boys. The way men crave young virgins, she decided, for the sake of watching their reactions to the taste of forbidden pleasures.

"I can't take it any longer," Al said to Tom through clenched teeth as Jan was almost finished. "I gotta do it, Tom. You gotta let me. It might be the last chance I'll get far years… and I dream about it day and night…"

Tom just nodded his head, never taking his eyes off Jan. Al rushed to her side, grabbed her under the arm and pulled her away from the puddle she'd made, forcing her to kneel while he dropped his pants. The sight of her smooth, white buttocks convinced Tom he couldn't resist the invitation either. Al was already on his knees, moving up behind her and squeezing the firm flesh of those perfectly matched globets.

Jan didn't resist, fight or complain. She yielded willingly, almost as anxious as the boy. The heat of his cock against the cool skin of her ass gave her a chill. It slithered between her legs and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together to feel the length and thickness of it. The boy missed the lips of the entrance he sought, but she didn't realize that he was unaware of this fact. Her squeezing legs around his throbbing cock was enough to bring him to the peak of excitement. She could feel the throbbing, hot meat sliding back and forth through the crease of her cuntlips, tantalizing her to a fever pitch.

"Mmmmmmm…" she found herself cooing as he pistoned between her legs. "…mmmmm, it feels so good."

His groin slammed harder and harder against the cheeks of her firm ass. Jan was reaching an orgasm just from his rubbing, teasing shaft in her cunt-slit.

"Ohhbh… mmmmmmm…" she purred as the juices flushed from her aching cunt. She squeezed him tighter to savor the feeling, and knew by his sudden grunt that he was about to reach a climax too. She opened her eyes in time to see his sperm shoot from the ballooning, mushroom-shaped head of his cock into the grass below her. As the third wad of cream spat out, she felt the strength seeping from his body and the full weight of him coming down to rest on her back. She squeezed her legs together to satisfy his last, but futile attempt to prolong the climax. Then she held him there until his cock relaxed and went limp.

As Al backed away, she noted that the only moisture between her legs was from her own climax. The poor boy, she thought as she moved from the spot where his cum had been deposited in the grass and turned to see if Tom was still anxious to have his first woman. He was standing in the same spot she had last seen him, but he was stripped from the waist down. His cock was ready, she observed with delight. And her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boy's enormous hard-on.

She slipped to a sitting position and gave him an invitation with her eyes. But he remained motionless, just staring. She smiled and pleaded with her eyes for him to fuck her.

"I want you," she finally said in a sexy, throaty voice. "And I can see you want me…"

He mumbled something to Al, who was pulling on his pants and the boy started walking toward the car. Then Tom started to move in her direction. With each slow, deliberate step he took, his large cock swayed menacingly. Her eyes grew wider as he got closer.

"It's you I wanted," she managed to say, not taking her eyes from his cock.

"I shouldn't have let Al go first," he mumbled.

"Al didn't have me first," she whispered. "Al didn't have me at all!"

"Huh?"

"Al was so anxious to just rape me, that the minute he put it between my legs he thought it was in," she explained as Tom knelt between her legs. "Actually, he missed the goal by a mile and only had it nestled between my legs."

His lips curled into a slight smile. "I'm glad," he said. "Al doesn't deserve you. And I'm glad the joke is on him."

"I knew you wanted me when you were taking my slacks off," she said. "I could feel your hot breath down there. And I wanted you."

"I never smelled anything as… as… beautiful before," he said, knowing he was stretching the truth by calling it "beautiful". He found himself lowering his head to smell that strange fragrance again. This time his nose touched the soft hairs and he closed his eyes to shut out everything but the smell of her.

Jan watched with growing excitement, as his breath swept through the hairs and over the soft, sensitive lips of her cunt. Then she felt his dry lips touch her moist, pink lips and she found herself gently lowering her back to the ground. His strong hands were spreading her legs wider apart and his mouth opened to surround her cunt. She held her breath, waiting, hoping, and then feeling his tongue tiptoe around the sensitive cavity.

"Oh, Tom!" she cried. "I love it! You make me tingle all over… and feel soooo gooooood…"

His tongue slithered between the soft pink lips to the inner well that was the source of the nectar he found so delicious. And the walls seemed to flush a fresh supply of nectar on his invading tongue.

For Jan, the licking, snaking tongue swept all the fear and anxiety of being kidnapped from her mind. She couldn't focus her attention on anything but the havoc his tongue was causing in her body. At the moment, the only violence in the world was happening between her legs and she loved it. And when her mind did bring the thought of her abduction, and the possibility of what they may do to her, into focus, it was pushed to the back of her head by the promise of pleasure his large cock offered.

"Unnnnggghhhh…" she groaned. "Unnnggghhh… oh! Oh! AH! AH! Harder, harder… HARDER! Oh yes… mmmmmmm… you've done it… mmmm… I love it, I love it!"

Jan saw the faraway look in his eyes as he paused to catch his breath. She remained silent, too exhausted to break the spell he seemed to be in. He was still kneeling between her legs and she assumed his upright cock would dive into her at any moment, to fill the den his tongue had prepared for it. But when the glazed look in his eyes didn't change and his thoughts seemed to be a thousand miles away, she became puzzled.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked finally.

"Huh?" he gulped. "Oh… yeah… sure."

He lowered himself, pressing the large, blunt cockhead at the entrance to her drenched honey-jar. Jan arched up to meet him, trying to suck his big cock into her hot cunt. The huge shaft moved slowly into the velvet-soft den, driving her wild with its thickness. She imagined it was stretching her insides to the limit, which added to the sensuous effect of its slow penetration.

"I never knew anything that felt this good," he whispered in her ear. "It feels so hot and delicious in there… and you're so beautiful…"

"Unnngggghhhh," she groaned. It seemed like a giant spear had pierced her body and was coming up her throat. When she tried to speak, her voice seemed to be a series of gurgling sounds. And when his thick cock throbbed, her whole body screamed with delight.

When Tom felt her legs swing up and over his hips, and her heels come down on his buttocks, driving him deeper into her, he suddenly realized it was Jan who held them captive. His sexual fantasies hadn't prepared him for a situation where the girl actually wanted him. Somehow he had developed the idea the act was painful for girls and only men enjoyed doing it. But now his young mind was convinced he was in love with her and that she loved him.

"INnnnggggbhh," she groaned, gurgling deep in her throat and feeling him respond with greater lust. "Ahhhh… ooowwwww… OH! Unnngggghhh… mmmmm… good, good mmmmmm."

Tom didn't understand what was happening to her. He suspected he was actually inflicting pain. But her squirming, bucking body excited him even more and he could only grit his teeth and try to get it over with as fast as possible.

As Jan's orgasm peaked and she slid breathlessly dawn the other side of the mountain, she picked up the tempo of his throbbing cock. And suddenly she was faced with another mountain to climb, another peak to be reached and another gratifying ride down from the top. Without hesitation, she started the climb.

Serious doubts were creeping into Tom's head. He had been at the point of exploding for so long, he began to wonder if something was wrong with him.

"Come, you bastard," he mumbled. "Come, come, come… you sonofabitch."

Jan thought he was coaxing her on and she was lifted to the peak of excitement. She hung there breathlessly, waiting for the signal that he was going over the top so she could ride the thrill with him.

"You fuckin' bastard," he groaned helplessly. "Come, you sonofabitch."

At that she realized he was having trouble. When she opened her eyes, she could see the anguish on his face. It almost triggered her own climax, but she managed to hold it in check.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered in his ear. "Just relax and let me feel that delicious cock inside me." The tip of her tongue circled his ear, then darted in teasingly. "You're the greatest," she purred, emphasizing the point with a slight squeeze of his captured cock by the aching muscles of her cunt.

"I want to come," he moaned, "but I can't…"

"Mmmmmm, that's okay… the longer it takes the better."

The fear of failure suddenly slipped from his mind and he relaxed, convinced she was the most wonderful woman in the world. He concentrated only on the sensations she was producing on is body: the slow grinding of her hips that caused a sensuous massaging on his deep-seated prong, and the teasing, tinging feeling her tongue was creating in his ear. Then he felt the volcano rumble and the hot lava starting to rush up the center of it, burning the inner tube with a stinging pain that brought relief to his tortured mind. That burning sensation told him there was really nothing wrong with his sex equipment after all. And the moment that first squirt of hot lava cleared the volcano tip his whole mind washed clean of any thoughts of frustration and concentrated on the delights the girl under him was working on his body.

With the first spray of his cum on the white-hot walls of her cunt, Jan slipped from the peak of her orgasm and joined him in the convulsions of a combined climax. His juices mixed with hers and they were both gasping for air, grunting, moaning and lost to the excitement of the moment.

Jan had to lock her legs around his waist to keep from losing him as he pumped his cock harder and harder into her. Shen she had him fully seated and securely held in place, she found herself on a breathtaking roller coaster ride of orgasms. The warm sun and gentle afternoon breeze, along with the trees, the open space, the sky and even the blades of grass tickling her bouncing ass, made the whole thing dream-like. It made her feel so young and carefree, she thought with delight.

"Ohhhhh, Tom," she sighed happily. "Ohhh… Tommmm… it feels sooo good… I love it, Tom. I love it."

"I love you, too," he gasped, squeezing out the last of his climax.

"Mmmmmmm…" she purred, and suddenly found his open mouth covering hers, with his tongue darting around the cavity in search of her tongue. The escape from reality was over, she realized. She could feel his huge cock soften in her juice-filled cunt. And she knew her ordeal would resume when that organ slipped from her clutches. But there was no holding the limp meat now, she told herself as she tried to respond convincingly to his passionate kiss.

"We'd better get going," he said, lifting himself back to a kneeling position.

As he helped her to her feet, she asked in a pouting voice, "Do I have to get back in that dirty, cramped trunk?"

"I'm afraid so," he answered. "But it's for your own good. Believe me. As long as you don't know where we're taking you, we can let you go when we get the money from the bank."

"Do you expect me to believe that I'm going to be freed, when I've seen all of you?" she asked with a sulking voice.

"I give you my word," he said. "I won't let anything happen to you. You know that."

After Tom hastily pulled on his pants, he helped Jan into her slacks, allowing her to give him instructions so they didn't go on backward this time. Then he led her back toward the car. The kids in the car stared at her with wide, questioning eyes. Al was leaning against the back fender, pretending casualness, but she knew he was anxious to ask Tom what had happened. She could only hope now that Tom wouldn't tell the boy about his error in judgment.

"How much time did we lose?" Tom asked as they got to where Al was standing.

"Almost an hour," Al answered.

"Then we'd better get the show on the road."

"I put some cookies and stuff in the trunk for her," Al said a little sheepishly. "I figured she'd be getting hungry before we got there."

"Thank you," Jan said, before Tom could say anything. She noted that Al avoided her eyes and felt that was a good sign too. She had even gotten to the tough guy, she told herself as they helped her into the trunk. It was a reassuring thought and she felt she could use him to her advantage when the time came.

As soon as the trunk was closed she began eating the cookies, trying to concentrate on some kind of a plan to use when they got to where they were going. But as the car began to move and she settled back into a comfortable position, she realized she was so exhausted she couldn't concentrate on anything. She found herself dozing off to sleep and tried to fight it. Then she decided a little nap might not be a bad idea. She'd certainly want to be alert when they got there, she told herself, and realized the muffled sounds of the car on the road had a hypnotic effect.

CHAPTER FOUR

Charles Latimer's thoughts were back at the bank when he opened the front door of his house. He had decided to go home for lunch today so he could change his clothes from the trip and tell Jan about his plans for working late that night. It seemed natural, he told himself, that being away for a few days would require him to catch up on his work.

"Janice," he called out, dropping his suitcase in the living room and walking quickly to the kitchen. "Are you home, Jan?" he called out again, annoyed that his little scheme might go to waste simply because she decided to go shopping.

When he didn't find her in the kitchen, he went to the basement door, hoping she might be down in the washroom. But he didn't have to go any further when he saw there weren't any lights on in the basement. He turned quickly and started back, knowing his last hope was that she might still be up in the bedroom. He almost made it back through the living room before his eyes caught the words painted on the wall. He stopped with a jolt.

"DON'T CALL COPS. NOTE ON TABLE."

The shock of seeing graffiti on his living room wall was enough to daze him completely. He felt as though he was moving in slow motion now as he walked toward the coffee table. He picked up the envelope, noted the pile of broken knickknacks on the floor, and tried to guess what this was all about. Could Jan have done this? he wondered. He watched his hands tear open the envelope, take out a sheet of white paper with a montage of words that were obviously cut out of newspapers and magazines. The words were a hodgepodge of sizes and colors. He had the distinct feeling he'd been through all this before… perhaps in another life, he thought.

His eyes gradually focused on the words and he read the message: "We have your wife. Will not harm if you don't call police. Will call with instructions tomorrow at 10 a.m."

Charles found himself sitting on the couch, reading and rereading the note. It must be a joke, he told himself. But the graffiti on the wall made it more than a joke, he decided. Then he got up and started to search the house for some clue as to what was really going on. It only took him a few minutes to discover that whatever it was, it wasn't a joke. And after a few minutes of deliberation he reached for the phone next to the couch and dialed the bank's number.

"Laura," he said, when his secretary answered, "something has come up at home. I won't be back this afternoon. I'd like you to come directly here after work."

"Is anything wrong?" she asked.

"I'll tell you all about it when you get here. I don't want to discuss it on the phone." Then he hung up before she could ask any more questions.

The attractive, twenty-two-year-old redhead pretended to go about her business as usual. But behind her cool outward appearance, she was exploding with curiosity. The hours seemed to drag unbearably. Then, as four o'clock approached and she prepared to leave, she found herself getting nervous. She wondered what her role would be at the Latimer house.

It took less than ten minutes to maneuver her sports car from the bank's parking lot to the Latimer driveway. Then she spent almost as much time getting out of the car and making her way to the front door, making sure she gave the appearance of complete composure. But the door opened before she got to the front steps and Charles was in the doorway waving her into the house. He looked different in slacks and a sports shin, she noted, and he didn't seem upset. But then you could never tell with Charles, she told herself.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Latimer," she said in her best businesslike voice.

"It's okay. There's nobody here," Charles said as she walked past him.

"What's going on?" she blurted out nervously, suddenly relieved that she wouldn't have to carry on some pretense in front of his wife.

"See for yourself," Charles answered with a sweep of his arm, indicating the words was on the living room wall.

Laura gasped at the sight of the graffiti, and before she could say anything, Charles handed her the note.

"I… I… don't get it," she stammered.

"It simply means my dear wife has been kidnapped. Just as the note states. No tricks. No gimmicks. Someone has kidnapped her and is holding her for ransom."

"Phew! For a minute there I thought you had devised a scheme of your own."

"You should know me better than that," he answered seriously. "I don't believe in taking chances with my future at stake."

"But… now… if you call the police…" She couldn't bring herself to say what she was thinking.

"If I call the police, the kidnappers will kill her."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well… if I call the police and the kidnappers do indeed carry out their end of the bargain, it won't look good in the press. It leaves me open to too much criticism. However… if I do as the note says and wait for the call, then go to the bank with their demands… the bank will definitely call in the F.B.I. This of course will be over my objections. As you know, the bank never does anything without first checking with the authorities. The F.B.I. will tell the bank what should be done and the bank will follow their advice to the letter. And the whole matter will be out of my hands. I'll simply be an actor, playing my role to the best of my ability… more or less. However, I feel certain the F.B.I. will insist on calling in the local police. And by tomorrow afternoon the place will probably be swarming with troops."

"Suppose they come up with a plan that gets your wife back?"

"That's a chance we'll have to take," Charles said flatly. "But it isn't llkely. My role will be crucial, you see. One little slip on my part and the game is over."

"Oh, Charles," she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and covering his mouth with her parted, moist lips. Her tongue teased him into opening his mouth, but quickly retreated when his tongue tried to catch hers. She fended off his right hand with her left arm as he tried to cup her tit. And she used her elbow to keep his other hand from her ass.

"We won't have much time together," he said with frustration. "After tonight, the place will be swarming with the police and F.B.I. And I'll have to be very careful about every move I make… so please don't tease me."

"Well… maybe a little fooling around," she teased. "But not here…"

"The guest room," he gasped, pulling her toward the stairs.

"Remember, just a little," she laughed.

She loved to dangle the bank's vice president like a puppet on a string. The thrill was in watching him crumble from his ivory tower into a pleading, begging puppy-dog, she decided. And when she rewarded him with a goodie, he quivered all over with appreciation.

When they got to the guest room, Charles began pawing at her clothes, anxious to feast his eyes on her pure white skin. He wanted to see that patch of hair between her legs that matched the red hair on her head and drove him wild with excitement. Not to mention her pear-shaped tits, with their quivering, hard nipples.

Laura let him strip her to bra and panties, then pushed him away and grinned into his drooling, panting face. "Mustn't get too greedy," she said in a tantalizing whisper. "And you're getting way ahead of yourself."

Charles heaved a sigh of disappointment when she slipped from his grasp, but remained bolted to the spot where he was standing. Meanwhile, Laura went around the room turning on all the lights, while his eyes devoured her through the sheer, black panties and bra. It was an agonizing game for him. His throbbing cock was cramped in his pants and pounding to the tune of a premature ejaculation. Then his eyes flashed wide as she climbed on the bed and knelt there smiling at him. "Isn't that better?" she asked coyly. "Now we can see what we're doing."

Charles nodded agreement, but really didn't approve of the way she had the room lit like a stage. She had turned on every light in the room: the bright ceiling lights, the lamps on the two night tables, the dresser lamp and even the flexible reading light over the bed.

"First you have to strip for me, so I can get all hot and bothered," she said.

Charles reluctantly started the ritual. She had made him go through this before in a motel room and he wondered if it really did excite her. He thought about Jan as he stepped out of his pants and threw them to the heap on the chair. Jan was turned on at even the hint of sex, he told himself, wondering why this little tease had to be entertained. He also wondered if that was what attracted him to Laura and turned him off with Jan. Or was it the fact that he felt obliged to "service" Jan once a week, just to keep her contented and so she wouldn't get suspicious of his working late so often, that turned him off? He wasn't sure.

"Hold it there," she said, when he was finally naked and heading toward the bed. Then she reached back and aimed the reading light, like a spotlight, on his stiff cock. "Mmmmmm… that's better… much better."

The sight of her wide, dancing eyes devouring his cock made it all bearable, he told himself. And those full, pouty-red lips suggested a sensational thrill as he pictured the mushroom head of his prick entering the moist cavity of her mouth.

"Now take it in your hand and massage it," she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh really, Laura," he groaned.

"Stop being so difficult," she cut him off. "I want to see you hold it and shake it. Then when it's in me, I'll go wild with the thought of how it looks."

Charles took the shaft in his fist and quickly jerked it several times. He was so close to the point of ejaculation that he feared he might trigger the climax with his hand.

"More," she said, crawling to the foot of the bed where her face was only inches from his throbbing organ. "Turn sideways." Her hand reached out to turn him by the hip, giving her a profile view. And as he turned, her fingers lingered on his cool buttock, pushing him closer to his unwanted climax.

"In another second I'm going to pop off and come like this," he pleaded.

"Oh, yes!" she gulped. "Yes! I want to see you shoot cream from that giant cock!"

"Please, Laura…"

"Don't get your balls in an uproar," she said, smiling up at him. "I'll see to it you get what you want. And it will be twice as good when you're not so anxious."

He felt her fingers groping over his buttocks to the deep crevice and slithering down it, searching for the sensitive opening there. Then her other hand was cupping his balls and he lost track of everything.

"Oh, Charles," she purred, squeezing his balls tightly and cutting off his climax for the moment. "It's going to explode… and I love it…"

Her finger found the small opening of his asshole and squirmed into the tight tunnel. Charles found himself pumping his hand furiously now. Sweat was pouring from his body and his cock ballooned bigger. He could see her pretty face, just inches from his stroking hand, staring intently at the head of his cock. Her hands were busy creating havoc with his senses. Then her lips puckered and her tongue made a tantalizing sweep from one corner of her mouth to the other, suggesting she wanted to kiss him and then lick him.

"Make it spit, Charlie!" she shrieked. "Make it spit for me! I've gotta see that big gorilla-prong shoot… so I'll know what's happening… when it's inside my slit! Mmm… you big stallion, you bull… show me how it works."

Charles closed his eyes and felt his legs grow weak. The juices seemed to be getting a push from her twisting finger in his rectum. Then his knees buckled slightly as the cum started gushing up the throbbing meat. He felt her finger drive deeper into his ass and realized it was the way he had come down on it, like sitting on a spike, that caused the penetration. All the strength seemed to flush from his body, bringing him down further on her twisting digit. He loved and hated that finger all at the same time. It was an unusual sensation that he had to keep testing to see if he liked it or not.

"Ohhhh, Charlieeee!" she shrieked as his cock fired its first volley of cum. "I love it! I love it!"

Charles watched helplessly as his sperm shot across the room, landing on the green carpet that was only a few months old. He groaned at the thought, but couldn't stop. Another, then another glob fired in the direction of the first… four… five… six, he counted helplessly, while Laura's "ooowwws" and "ahhhhs" rang in his ears.

"Terrific! Terrific!" she cried, popping her finger out of his ass so fast it gave him a stinging sensation.

"Nnnnnnngggghhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhh… it hurts… so damn good…"

"You're great, Charlie! Terrific!" Laura exclaimed. "Wow! You really turned me on with that performance. You've got me all twitching and drooling inside."

"Great. Now it's too damn late," he moaned like a sulking little boy.

"Don't be silly," she purred, coaxing him onto the bed, where they knelt facing one another. "The best is yet to come. We've got all night… and you'll be begging for more before you know it."

At the moment he couldn't believe a word of it, but watched as she reached back to open her bra. She moved with deliberate slowness, her eyes dancing with delight as she watched the intent interest in his expression. When she unleashed the pear-shaped orbs, she saw the hungry look come into his eyes as he stared. Her protruding, hard nipples quivered.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, swooping down to capture a pink, bouncing nipple in his mouth, then hand-feeding the firm, smooth white meat in with it. His tongue fucked at the rock-hard tip before sucking as much of the tit into his mouth as he could, while feeling its twin with his free hand.

"Mmmmmmm…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head and stuffing his mouth with more of her aching breast. His tongue made a pulsing motion on the underside, while he sucked the ache from it. Then she eased it from his mouth and moved his head to the other side. "You make me tingle all over," she whispered.

Pangs of frustration began to build in his groin. Just moments ago there was only numbness in that region. Now there was some feeling. A new sense of confidence seeped back into him. This redheaded wildcat had a way of bringing out the beast in him, he thought, and he began sucking harder on her tit.

Laura leaned back, her legs still tucked under her, and supported herself with stiff arms. "Lick me all over," she moaned. And he immediately released the saliva-soaked tit from his mouth to lick a path up to her neck, around her neck, under her chin and back to her neck.

"Down… down… down…" she gurgled breathlessly.

Like an obedient dog, he licked his way back to her breasts, painting them again with a fresh supply of saliva.

"More… more," she coaxed. "Go down further… further."

His tongue traced a path over her stomach ann toyed with her navel. He lingered there. She had thrown her head back and closed her eyes, he noted with a quick glance, and was obviously delighted with his work. But he also realized he was running out of lickable skin. Then his mouth went dry! It suddenly occurred to him that she expected him to go further down, bullshit! he told himself firmly. There was a point where he drew the line…

"Take off my panties," Laura was saying. She was looking down at him with those saucer-big eyes and he went limp. "Take them off with your teeth… I want to see you take them off without using your hands."

Again he found himself obeying her without question. His teeth gently closed on the top of the black panties and started pulling them down. She straightened up to make it easier, but he still couldn't get them down without using his hands, he realized. But when he reached behind her to help the situation, she stopped him.

"Use your teeth," she giggled. "No hands."

He couldn't even bring himself to show his annoyance. He crawled behind her and started pulling the back down with his teeth. As the sheer garment moved down, he found his nose entering the cleavage between two mounds of glistening, white flesh. It caused her to shiver and make noises deep in her throat. With one hard pull he managed to get the panties completely over the mounds.

"Oh, Charles… lick my ass," she moaned in an almost pleading, begging voice.

He was breathing harder, he realized, and there were signs of life flushing into his groin. And the two matched globes of flesh seemed inviting enough to kiss, he admitted, pressing his burning lips against the firm, cool flesh. When he opened his mouth he could sense she was holding her breath in anticipation. He licked the spot, then all over one cheek of her ass, repeating it again on the other.

"Lick the crack!" she cried, bending forward to give him better access and pulling her panties down to her knees, to get them out of his way. "Please… Charles… lick it! I've gotta feel your tongue slither down the crack of my ass…"

Starting at the top, he slithered his tongue quickly down the crevice, stopping about three quarters of the way down. He was surprised that he had done it. It also surprised him that it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. He repeated the sweeping stroke to convince himself.

"Ohhh… yeah…" she cried over her shoulder. "More… lick it more! Spread my cheeks and lick it all!" She was panting with excitement. "You're driving me wild! I want you to lick it from top to bottom… then lick it back up again… right across my asshole! Please… I've got to have it!"

Charles placed his hands on the mounds of flesh and spread them, eyed the small blinking bud with indecision, doubting he could bring himself to lick it. But he closed his eyes and began the trip from the top of the crease to the bottom, just as she wanted, not skipping the little pink bud. Then he licked his way back to the top. Laura screeched and wiggled with delight.

He puckered his lips and, keeping his eyes open this time, planted a kiss on the little pink bud, opening his mouth to let her savor the warm, moist sensation of his breath. Then the tip of his tongue circled the opening.

"Oh… yeah!" she cooed, knowing he wouldn't disappoint her now. And when the tip of his tongue touched the ultra-sensitive opening, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The floodgates holding back her orgasm seemed about to burst open. She could feel his wet tongue curl into a thin tube and penetrate the hot, tight tunnel of her ass. She held her breath, fighting off the rushing tide of her climax, to see how far his snaking tongue would penetrate. But the twisting, wet serpent was driving deeper than she could bear.

"Oh… ohhhhh… OH!" she cried out. "Give me all you've got. Fast… I'm going out of my mind… I can't wait any longer! Give it to ME! YEAH!"

He felt the vise-like grip of her muscles in that tight tube grip his tongue and hold it, while she bounced and wiggled with delight. And he loved it. He felt strong and confident, having driven her to a climax with his own manipulations. But the best part of all, he told himself, was the new erection building between his legs.

Laura squeezed his tongue from her rectum, turned over on her back and pulled his face into the flaming red hair of her drenched cunt. It took Charles by complete surprise and he tensed up as she buried his nose in the damp patch of hair. His lips were clamped shut as she started to grind her juices across his mouth. The frenzy of it, the aroma, the wild gyrations and the animal-lust sounds she was making swept away his inhibitions and he found himself opening his mouth to lick at the dew oozing from her panting cuntal lips. The girl's cries grew mewling and frantic as his warm lips encircled the clit, then his tongue penetrated her cunt with tantalizing stabbing motions. Laura tossed and heaved madly, tortured by the thought of what he could do with his snaking, twisting tongue.

And for Charles the intoxication increased. He'd never before felt such an insatiable need tearing at his loins and welling up in his chest and throat as he lost himself in the hot, clinging whirlpool. He stretched and flung her thighs even wider apart to fully open the way for his tongue.

With a frenzied convulsion of legs and pelvis, Laura screamed out the breathless warning to him. "Oh Charles, Charles… CHARLES! I'm coming I can't hold it back. I'm coming!"

Suddenly grateful for this signal, Charles reared back on his knees and lunged his body down and forward, sending the full length of his throbbing cock in and up to meet the gushing flood of her cunt.

"Nnnnnnnn…" she sighed in his ear, grateful for the sudden switch to the only instrument that could truly satisfy her.

Charles lifted his chest from her flattened tits and clutched her hips with his hands, digging his fingers into the flesh, and gave her every joyful inch of his long cock. He basked in the warm fluid rushing from her cunt, knowing that her first explosion was already giving birth to another. He slid his cock out again until only the swollen head of it remained to prod and tease her cuntal lips, the way his tongue had. But she quickly pressed her legs around his haunches, jamming him firmly inside her again. And he had to concede that he was in love with the feel of this girl.

He roamed his hands up over her heaving breasts, seized her by the shoulders and plunged his searing thickness straight up into the gurgling nest. She shot her little bottom upward, arching off the bed, moaning with hunger for his throbbing thick meat. But he forced her body lower in the bed and flipped her legs high over his shoulders, steadily spearing his cock more deeply into her.

Charles rode up and down on her, going crazy with the burning feel of his cock in her cunt. His concentration was total now as his hips pounded and slapped against her yielding flesh… faster and faster now… feeling her wriggle more fretfully… hearing his own cries mingled with hers… a tidal wave rushing at them that would soon engulf and drown them. Then he was coming, shooting his load of cum into her hot cunt, feeling her milking it from him, like she'd die without it.

They clung in silence for a long moment, letting the tidal wave sweep by. Then Charles slowly moved back and away from her, to gaze at the beauty of her face. He leaned down and kissed the warm, full lips. Without opening her eyes, she smiled.

"That was the greatest," he said, heaving a sigh of total exhaustion.

"But only the beginning," she purred back, opening her eyes wide and causing his groin to heave one last throb of delight. The fire and sparkle in her dancing green eyes told him she meant what she said.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jan awoke with a start. The car had stopped and she heard voices. There was no telling how long she had been asleep, she realized with alarm, frightened now that she hadn't worked out a plan for this moment.

The trunk opened and she immediately spotted Tom, then an older man. Much older, she noted, with a thin, wrinkled face and balding head. He stared down at her with a stern expression that suggested meanness. Then a woman stepped up alongside him to stare down at her with the same stern expression. Judging by her age, she was probably the man's wife, Jan decided. She too was very thin, with gray hair pulled straight back in a bun. Her housedress was so old, Jan noted, that the print in it was almost completely washed out.

Tom reached in to help her out of the trunk, but Jan suddenly didn't want to leave the security of it. Then Al appeared and they practically lifted her out bodily, holding her by the arms while her legs wobbled uncertainly under her. She ached all over and was famished, which probably explained why she wasn't as frightened as she should be, she decided.

"Everything went just as planned," Tom was saying with a proud grin.

"You're late," the man said dryly. "Shoulda been here about two hours ago."

"She had some kid in the house overnight," Tom began to explain. "We had to wait for him to leave. And we didn't see her husband at all, so we weren't sure if he was still in there."

"Did she give you any trouble?" the woman interrupted.

"Naw," Al answered for Tom. "We took her by surprise and she didn't let out a peep."

The man and woman eyed her from head to toe as the boys continued to tell about the adventure, and Jan felt as though they saw her as an object on a shelf. There was a critical, almost angry look on their faces and it never seemed to change. Good news, bad news, it didn't matter, Jan told herself. They were suspicious people and didn't show their emotions to anyone.

"I'd like to use the bathroom," Jan said softly, directing it at the woman. For a moment she wondered if the woman heard her, the way she seemed to ignore the request. A noise distracted Jan from repeating the request and she turned to see a group of young children in filthy clothes gathering alongside the car.

"Did you have enough money for gas?" the man asked Tom, still staring at Jan.

"Made it there okay," Tom said. "But we had to use her money to get back."

"And eats?" the man asked.

"Got hamburgers last night, like you told us," Tom answered. "Cost a dollar and a quarter each. Ask Al. That's why we needed her money for gas."

"Don't matter," the man said. "Just as long as everything worked out right."

"Sounds awful dear for chopmeat," the woman added.

"Ask Al… or Mike… we didn't even have enough to get something to wash it down."

"You mean they charge for water too?" the man asked.

"Naw. I meant coffee or…"

"Water's just as good," he said, cutting Tom off. "At least you had meat. We had potato soup again."

"The bathroom is inside," the woman finally said to Jan. "No sense standing out here. It's getting dark."

As they led her toward the house, Jan noted how run-down the place was. The whole scene sent a cold chill through her. There must have been close to thirty children, she, told herself, still unable to understand what kind of place it was.

"Don't expect nothing, fancy," the woman was saying over her shoulder as they entered the almost dark house. "Can't afford electricity… but then we usually go to bed when the sun goes down and don't notice it anyway."

Someone lit a kerosene lamp and Jan realized they were in a room that resembled a living room, but without all the furnishings of a living room. Candles were being lit in the next room and Jan followed the woman's lead toward the fuckering lights, while someone brought up the rear with the kerosene lamp. It was a larger dining room and she couldn't see much more than the large table, surrounded by an assortment of wooden chairs. Then the woman turned and started to untie Jan's hands.

"Bathroom is in the hall," she said. "You'll need a candle to see."

A young boy stepped up with a candle. "Think I should keep an eye on her?" he asked the woman seriously, handing Jan the saucer that held the candle.

"Just leave the lady be," the woman said. "Ain't nothing she can do and no place to run… so give her some breathing room."

The boy backed off without comment, though Jan could see a look of disappointment on his face. Then he led her out into a large hall and down to a door at the end of it, which he opened for her. Jan found herself giving him a slight smile as she walked into the dark bathroom. She closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the door had a hook and eye to lock it closed.

She lingered in the bathroom for as long as she felt she dared, not wanting to do anything at this point to aggravate her situation with the old couple. When she opened the door her little admirer was standing there in total darkness, waiting patiently. He led her to the kitchen, where the others were gathered.

"You must be hungry," the woman said.

"Yes. I'm famished," Jan answered politely.

"We don't have any of that fancy food," the woman said from the stove, where she was preparing something. "But you're welcome to eat the same as we eat."

Tom indicated her place at the kitchen table, while Al and the old man began shooing the younger children off to bed. Then the woman placed a bowl before Jan which contained a thick, white, lumpy mush. Jan swallowed hard, trying not to display the sudden rejection her knotted stomach was signaling.

"Potato soup," the woman announced flatly. "Cheap but filling."

"Won't kill you," the man said, seeing Jan's apparent reluctance to try it.

Then Tom added his encouragement by saying, "Tastes pretty good. Especially when you dunk the bread in. Ma's bread is delicious all by itself… and dunked in the gravy it's really great."

Jan ventured a taste, taking just a little on the tip of the tablespoon they had given her. It wasn't too bad, and she ate with more confidence. As she ate, they offered her some of the facts leading to her abduction.

"Ma" and "Pa", as they referred to themselves, were trying to operate an orphanage for these "poor young things". However, they ran out of money and couldn't get aid from any outside source. They got the idea from the newspapers that the best way to get what they needed was to kidnap someone. "They're all doing it," Pa added. "All them Commies and weirdos are doing it for causes that ain't right to begin with. All we're asking for is enough money to feed and clothe these young children."

However, whenever Jan asked a question to probe a little deeper into the problem, they cut her off by telling her they'd already said more than they should. But one fact was made very clear to her. Regardless of whether the plan worked or not, she would be released unharmed.

"We never planned to hurt nobody," Ma said. "That's why we picked someone connected with a bank. The bank can afford to lose money because nobody gets hurt. We even feel bad about the inconvenience we caused you and your husband… but we just had to do what we did. When you get home, though, you'll still have a house and all your money."

Shortly after she finished eating they showed her to her room. A small room on the third floor, with a bed and two wooden chairs. In the dim candlelight it appeared to be clean enough, she noted, grateful for small favors. The door didn't have a lock, but they warned her that it was useless to try to escape. Then they left her with a candle, some wooden matches and a large aluminum pot that was to serve as a bed pan.

Once alone, Jan checked the room more closely. She wasn't the least bit tired, she realized, remembering the long sleep she had had in the trunk of the car. But the room didn't offer anything to pass the time, not even a book or magazine to read, and she finally decided to get undressed and climb into bed. She knew she'd have to live in the clothes she had on for the next few days, so she carefully folded them on one of the chairs. As an after-thought, she took off her bra and panties too.

As she climbed into bed she wondered if she shouldn't go back for her underwear. The bed only had one sheet over the mattress and she wasn't used to sleeping with a rough blanket against her soft skin. She sat up straight, tucked the pillow behind her back and tried to think out the dilemma she was in. There was a sound at the door and she saw it open slowly, and she quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin to cover her naked breasts.

"Who's there?" she called out.

"Me," a low voice answered, followed by the appearance of her little admirer.

"What do you want?" she asked softly but sternly.

"I couldn't sleep," he answered, closing the door behind him so the others wouldn't hear them. "I wanted to see if you needed anything. I brought you a glass of water… just in case."

"Thank you, but I'm fine," she said as he put the glass of water on one of the chairs. "What's your name?"

"David," he answered, standing beside the bed and looking at her with sad, puppy-like eyes that seemed to be begging for some attention.

"Why do you always want to follow me around, David?" Jan asked.

"I like you… and you're the prettiest girl I ever saw."

Jan reached over and patted him on the head, taking care to hold the blanket under her chin with the other hand. "You're a very sweet boy, David. And I like you too." She had the urge to laugh, seeing him standing there in an old, baggy nightshirt that made him look like Dopey from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". When he stretched on tiptoes to kiss her, she found herself bending to meet him. And when her warm, moist lips touched his, he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her harder.

"I love you," he gulped.

The light from the candle was too dim for her to be certain, but she thought his eyes were filling with tears. Letting the blanket drop to her waist, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, kissing his cheeks and lips, feeling as though she wanted to give him all the attention and love he so desperately wanted. She felt his small hand on her breast and it sent a chill through her, causing her to release him from the bearhug she had him in. He was already on the bed, she realized, and as she moved back from him his mouth suddenly lowered to suck in the tit he was stroking.

Jan found her head swimming with conflicting thoughts. She wanted to send him back to his room, because that would be the proper thing to do. But at the same time felt the instinct to fill his craving mouth with her aching tit. The mother instinct prevailed and she gently hugged his head tighter against her breast, filling his warm, moist mouth and feeling him milk the ache from it with his tongue. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't a sexual experience, but her body told her she lied.

Then she felt his little fingers comb through her pubic hair and it took her breath away. His sucking mouth never released her throbbing breast, and his hand could have slid between her legs accidentally, she told herself. When his hand failed to linger there she was satisfied that it was just an accident. She realized ber hand was resting on his bare leg now and she stroked the leg slowly, moving higher and higher with each stroke, causing him to suck more feverishly on her tit. The boy trembled when her hand swept up over his buttocks and gently massaged the smooth globes of flesh there. He quivered when her finger slithered down the crack and she knew it was tickling him.

"Hey!" he laughed. "Don't do that! It tickles!"

"I'll stop goosing you if you'll promise to say good night and go back to your room."

He had to think that over for a minute and Jan coaxed him with another stab of her finger on his asshole. That made him giggle and squirm and she felt something stiff and familiar brush against her arm. When her hand swept over his hip and encountered his hard cock, the boy suddenly became silent and she could tell by the way he swallowed and held his breath that her touch was giving him the thrill of his life. Without hesitating she pushed the guilt from her mind and guided him between her legs, holding his stiff prick until it was at the door to her cunt. His boy-sized cock slipped easily and quickly into the welcomed warmth and velvety softness of her pussy.

Jan was amazed at the delight his small, rigid prick created inside her. It tantalized, teased and delighted her with its probing little head. She reached down to seize his buttocks and force him deeper into her cunt, driven on by the thought that he would remember this experience for the rest of his life. It didn't matter how many women he would have after her, she knew he would always remember this fuck and go through life thinking it was the best. Then the telltale throbbing of his cock signaled his eruption was near and she held him firmly locked inside her, waiting for the explosion. When the first spray of his cum hit the walls of her cunt, she felt her own release rushing to meet his.

"Mmnmmm…" she sighed, releasing her grip on his buttocks and slowly rubbing her hands up his back. "Now you're a man… satisfied?"

"I… I… don't know," he gulped. "Nothing like this ever happened before… except, sometimes I have a wet dream…"

Jan hugged him tight against her body so he wouldn't see the laugh she was holding in. David kissed and licked her neck and shoulder, hungry for the taste of her soft, smooth skin and the feel of her flattened breasts against his young chest. He would die before he'd let anyone take her away from him, he told himself as he felt Jan's soft hands massaging his back.

It came as a bit of a surprise to Jan when she realized his cock was still stiff and probing inside her. And his gentle rocking motion gave indication that he had every intention of reloading it for another volley.

"Feel good?" she asked in a whisper.

"Oh yes!" he answered, suddenly inspired to pump his piston harder into the squeezing, juice-soaked sleeve.

"Mmmmm… you'll drive the girls wild when you get older," she purred, meeting his pistoning rod with bumps and grinds of her own.

"Unnnngggghhhhh…" he moaned, straining every muscle in his body as he tried to deliver his package on cue, thinking she wanted it now and he had to give her what she wanted.

"Owwww… easy," she breathed, "mustn't try to force it. Just let the sensations work naturally… feel the thrill of it building inside you… feel my breasts… let my fingers tingle and tantalize you…"

"Nnnnggg…" he groaned, seizing the firm, pear-shaped orbs in his hands. He felt her fingers slither down his back to the cool skin of his ass again, licking a path of heat over the fleshy mounds. He enjoyed it now just like she said he should. And it didn't tickle when her finger slithered down the crack there either. It tingled and created a throbbing desire for more. His world began to focus on the touch of that slender finger blindly exploring the sensitive valley, not aware that she was having an orgasm in the process.

"Oh! Owww… AHHH!" Jan grunted as she scaled the peak of excitement and squeezed out her orgasm.

For David, the experience was breathtaking… almost frightening. He had no idea what she intended to do with that dancing digit, nor how he would react to whatever she did. But he rode out the anxiety, captivated by the desire to have whatever that tantalizing finger gave him, knowing it was the only way to release the painfully knotted feeling in his balls. It was the slow, teasing way she held him in suspense that made it unbearable.

"Please don't touch that!" he screeched as her finger circled his asshole. "You're driving me crazy!" he whimpered, feeling the finger slowly circle the little bud again… and again… posing a real threat to the safety of it, at the same time causing his cock to huff and puff with new vigor. "Ohhhhhh… please…" he groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts tighter and driving his cock deeper into her. He felt the finger tapping at the door to his anus and knew his time had come. Butterflies fluttered in his balls now and he was ready to give up the contents. In fact, he thought he had already started, the way his prick was jerking so violently. But he realized he was firing blanks. "Stick it in!" he cried. "Stick it in!"

His begging cries brought Jan to the summit. She would hold him there a little longer, make him suffer and beg for more.

He felt her fingernail prick the sensitive opening, and it hurt. But the finger continued to force its entrance into the tight tunnel, stretching the walls with a thickness he suddenly craved.

At that moment Jan's orgasm broke. She wiggled and plunged her finger deeper into him, triggering his climax and filling her cunt with churning juices. She felt his rod whipping around her insides, bringing the cream to a buttery thickness.

"Woooa… woooa…" he called out.

"Shhhh…" she warned. "You'll wake the whole house."

"Oooowwww…" he groaned quietly.

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed.

"Oooww… your finger…"

Jan eased her finger from the squeezing sleeve and his body went limp. She gently eased him from on top of her to a quivering mass of flesh beside her on the bed. The candle was fickering wildly, she noted, about to run out of wax. Then the room went black, and she closed her eyes.

As she started to doze off she felt his small hands warning back over her tits. She turned her back to him wanting sleep now more than anything else. But the boy didn't seem to mind. His hands were already exploring her ass and his little finger was searching for her asshole. She remained motionless until he found what he was searching for and screwed his finger in, allowing him a moment to explore the cavity to satisfy his curiosity. Then she reached back and removed his hand.

"Better go back to your room now, David," she whispered over her shoulder. "It's late… I'll still be here tomor…" And she was asleep before she could finish the sentence.

Jan awoke with a start. Without her watch she had no idea of the time, but front the dim, gray light filtering through the only window in the room, she decided it couldn't be much past dawn. There was a great deal of activity in the house, she realized, and assumed it was the noise in the hall that had awakened her. As she slipped out of bed and hastily pulled on her clothes, she glanced out the window and saw there was a thick fog hanging in the air. She shuddered from the chill it gave her to see the spooky effect it created around the house.

Still pulling on her sweater, she rushed to the door and out into the hall, wanting only to be with someone now to ease the fear in her mind. She walked down the hall toward an open door where most of the noise seemed to be coming from.

"Oh!" she said with a start as she found herself looking into the boys' bathroom.

"Didn't mean to wake you," the old woman said, sitting on a stool just inside the door. "it's after nine and we have to get things done though."

"I didn't… realize… it was so late," Jan stammered, her eyes scanning the room full of naked boys.

The woman saw the puzzled look on Jan's face and said, "Have to watch them, you know. Can't afford to let them get sick or anything."

"Yes… of course," Jan answered absently, her mind still confused by all the naked flesh moving about the room. She noted the embarrassment – her presence caused for the older boys as they tried to shield their nakedness from her view.

"Have to check that they wash good, brush their teeth and move their bowels," the woman explained, holding up a record book for Jan to see. "It's all part of the job. All that bread, oatmeal and potato soup can really bind you up, you know."

Jan was fascinated by the procedure: a monitor checked the bowl to make sure the occupant left a deposit, then he signaled the woman, who put a check in the book next to the boy's name. The boy then showered, brushed his teeth and presented himself to the woman for inspection.

"Spread your cheeks," the woman was saying to the youngster before her. The boy turned, bent slightly and spread his buttocks for her. "Hmmmm," she muttered. The boy flamed and she took his cock between her thumb and forefinger and examined that, pushing the foreskin back to eye the purplish head. "Okay. Next," she said.

Even though she was mesmerized by the scene before her, Jan managed to force herself away from the doorway and quickly moved toward the stairs to the kitchen. Over a cup of coffee she managed to clear her swirling, dizzy head and put things into place. At precisely ten a.m. the phone ran and Charles bolted for the phone. This was it! he told himself, letting the phone ring once more to be certain he hadn't just imagined the first.

"Hello," he said, his hands trembling with nervousness.

"Mr. Latimer?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes."

"Listen carefully. We have your wife. If you want to see her again, get one hundred thousand dollars from the bank and wait for instructions. Got that?"

"But…"

"No buts! You can get it. And you'll get a call tonight… eight sharp… make sure you have the money. And if you want to see your wife again DON'T call the police! Do you understand?"

"Yes," Charles answered quickly. There was a click, and Charles returned the phone to the cradle. He spent the next few minutes rehearsing what he was going to say to the president of the bank. Then he got his jacket and started for the door. So far everything was going just as he had hoped, he told himself over and over, to calm the nervous feeling in his stomach.

At the bank he spoke his words exactly as planned and his boss listened attentively. Charles was a little surprised at how calm he took it.

"The first thing I want you to do, Charlie, is relax," Bill Cassidy said in a fatherly tone. "Getting yourself all upset isn't going to help matters… and you're shaking like a leaf… we'll work this out. Don't let it get you down. As a matter of fact, this very subject was discussed at that seminar I went to in Miami. The F.B.I. sent an agent to the meeting to explain exactly how we should handle this sort of thing. As a point of interest, he told us to expect it to happen and I've been thinking about it ever since."

"I was warned not to contact the police or… F.B.I.," Charles said in a nervous voice, giving the impression he didn't want to put Jan in danger.

"Don't worry about a thing," Bill said in that same fatherly tone. "The F.B.I. won't do anything to jeopardize Jan's life. They'll handle this in such a way that no one will know they're in on it. But we have to call them, Charles. It's the rule."

All Charles could do now was sit back and watch as the call was made to the F.B.I. It wasn't hard to pretend nervousness, because he was nervous, and it made everything look that much better. Before he realized it, two F.B.I. agents were in the office with them and he went over the details with them, including Laura's visit, which he offered before they could ask.

"I won't ask you not to worry, Mr. Latimer," the older of the two agents said: "Your wife's life is in danger, but no more so because we're in on the case. She stands a better chance now that our experience is behind it. We'll handle this just as they say, with only a few minor additions. For instance, your neighborhood is being checked right now to see if the house is being watched. We're putting a tap on your phone, but no one will know. And the ransom money is ready. Of course the bills are marked."

"As soon as we get word that no one is watching the house, Ed and I will go home with you to wait for the call. We'll play the rest according to the call. But we won't endanger your wife's life in any way. You can count on that."

Charles gave a sigh of relief, realizing he had completed his act without mishap.

The agents called Laura into the office, and while they were swearing her to secrecy, Charles was asking himself if it wouldn't have been easier just to get a divorce. The sight of Laura caused his pulse to quicken and he desperately wanted to take her in his arms and walk away from the whole episode. But he sat in silence, watching and putting any thoughts of divorce out of his mind… knowing it would hurt his career.

Jan found herself rushing to finish her coffee, anxious to get back to the bathroom. Something was driving her to return to the room full of naked boys, but she couldn't explain what it was. Then as she reached the open doorway again she spotted Tom and Al standing in line, waiting for their turn to be inspected by the old lady. Their faces flushed with embarrassment at the sight of Jan and she suddenly realized why she was so anxious to return to this room… to give these two boys a taste of the discomfort they had given her the day before.

"Back so soon?" the woman asked over her shoulder.

"I just had a cup of coffee," Jan answered. "I wasn't very hungry… and I thought I might be able to give you some help."

"Pa and I usually have this done by now… but he had to go out this morning," the woman said, thinking over Jan's offer. "I guess you could do this while I do the enemas."

Jan forced back a grin and kept from looking at the expressions on Tom and Al's faces, knowing they must be in agony. Instead, she listened attentively while the woman told her what to do. It really didn't amount to much, she told herself, but she played the part of taking it all seriously. The woman watched as Jan inspected the first boy's teeth, ears, asshole and cock. Satisfied that Jan could handle the job, the woman moved off toward one of the stalls, where she would administer her next operation an even less happy boys.

"Spread your cheeks," Jan said, mimicking the woman. The boy in front of her was about eighteen, she guessed, and he blushed from head to toe. "Good," she said, and he turned to face her again. She reached out her hand and took his limp cock between her thumb and forefinger, just as the woman had done. But before she could pull back the foreskin, the fleshy tube flexed, expanded and rose to a standing position, all stiff and throbbing.

She was about to give the boy her stamp of approval when she got another idea. Since the woman couldn't see her anyway, she decided to make a little game out of it. She slid her hand down the underside of the ballooning cock and cupped the hanging sac at the base.

"Hmmmm…" she said, weighing the package in her hand. "Fine," she added, releasing him with a big smile. "Next."

There was some commotion building in the line, she noted as the hoarse whispering got louder and she caught some shoving going on. The fact that the older boys all had erections now amused her. But she realized the boys were arguing in whispers and pushing one another.

"Hey!" one said, loud enough for her to hear. "Stop poking me with that thing!"

"Shhhh!" someone else scolded.

"He's poking me in the ass with his cock!" the first shot back angrily.

"Knock it off!" from another.

Jan shot a questioning glance in the direction of the old woman, saw she was too absorbed in her own task to notice the ruckus, and went back to her own game. It was fun making the shy, modest boys remain there before her, agonized by the delay and embarrassment.

She recognized the large, stiff cock before her now without having to see Tom's face. The skin on it was already stretched tight, but she took it in her fist anyway and pretended to pull back the foreskin. "Hmmmmmnm… you better go back and scrub some more," she said in the sternest voice she could manage without laughing. Then, using his large cock as a handle, she turned him in the direction of the showers, adding a slap on his ass as she released him. That brought snickers and muffled laughs from the others and infuriated Tom even more.

The next in line was Al, who Jan felt compelled to repay for the arrogant disregard he had shown her the day before. As he turned his back and bent, she drove her finger into his ass so fast it took his breath away. She popped the finger out just as quickly and saw the red eye blink furiously at the shock of it.

"Hmmmm…" she said, her hands moving all over his private parts as he turned to face her. "Hmmmm…" She fisted his erection, eyeing it with a questioning look on her face. "You'd better scrub it again also… wait! I'm not finished…" she said as he tried to rush away. Then she cupped his testicles with one hand, while holding his cock with the other. "Hmmm… strange… rather small, isn't it?"

That brought a howl from everyone within hearing range and Al suddenly felt his masculinity drain from his body. His once-proud cock turned into limp spaghetti in her hand and he wished he were dead.

"Scrub it good," Jan said, releasing him. "But not too hard… you need all you've got."

By now everyone was laughing and Jan was beginning to have second thoughts about the cruelty she had infficted upon him. The fun was gone from the task now and she completed the job in a businesslike manner. When Tom returned she sent him on without looking. She had finished the last of the inspections when Al appeared again, head lowered, dragging his feet with a great effort as he moved toward her.

"I was only kidding," she said, getting up from the stool and taking his face in her hands. "I was trying to get even for the way you treated me yesterday."

Without looking up, and sounding as though he were choking back tears, he asked, "Is it true… that I… you know… didn't even… get it in?"

"Who told you that?" she asked, forcing his face up and seeing tears well up in his eyes.

"Tom…" he mumbled.

"Did it feel good?" He nodded his head.

"Then what difference does it make? You were all hot and bothered… too anxious… and only interested in shooting your load anyway. Which you did. And it felt good. So why the long face?"

He shrugged his shoulders and Jan saw there wasn't much time to talk now. The old woman was finished and getting ready to leave.

"We can't talk now," Jan whispered. "I'll see you later… and don't pay any attention to what I said. It was only a joke… and you have everything you need to drive girls wild."

As he shuffled off, she realized the worst part of his punishment would be the taunting his friends would give him. And she hated herself for being so thoughtless.

"Pa's back," someone called from downstairs, and the air was suddenly charged with new excitement. She was anxious now to know if he had any news that would affect her.

"Spoke to your husband," he said as Jan and his wife met him in the kitchen. "He's worried about you and I think everything is going to turn out fine."

"What did he say?" Jan asked nervously.

"Well… I didn't let him say much… didn't want the call to be traced," he said in his usual dry, flat voice. "But he said he was worried… so I guess he'll do what he can to get the money. But don't you worry, nothing is going to happen to you no matter what happens."

"You didn't tell him that, did you?" Ma asked. "Of course not. Had to tell him he wouldn't see her again if he didn't get the money."

"Pa hates lying," his wife said to Jan. "That was the only fly-in-the-ointment, when we decided to do this. We didn't know if Pa could bring himself to tell your husband you're life was in danger, when it really wasn't."

"Only did it for the children, Ma," he injected with sadness in his voice. "As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather starve to death than do what we're doing."

"What happens now?" Jan asked.

"Well, we have to wait to see if he gets the money," the woman said. "Then make arrangements to pick it up if all goes well. May take a little time… but it's just a matter of waiting."

"But don't feel bad about having to stay here," Pa added. "You've got the run of the house. Or you can stay in your room if you want. We've troubled you enough already… I just hope you understand that we had to do it."

Jan told herself that somehow she felt as though she was on their side. Perhaps because she wanted to see the bank give up some of its precious money, she thought. And let Charles suffer a little.

CHAPTER SIX

After lunch, Jan found herself with nothing to do and started roaming listlessly through the house. The sun had finally burned off the fog and many of the kids had gone outside to play. As she passed the bathroom on the second floor she glanced hi, wishing the room were full of naked flesh again. But the room was empty now and she moved on, her own room the only place she could think of to go. When a young voice came from one of the bedrooms she was passing, she peeked in, thinking it was David. She realized she hadn't seen him all morning and wondered where he had been. But neither of the two boys in the bedroom turned out to be her admirer. At the next door she saw someone lying face down on the bed and was about to walk on when she realized it as Al.

"Have you seen David?" she called in to him.

Al lifted his head and stared at her for a moment, then answered, "He's in his bed. Been up all night throwing up… probably all that rich food we took from your ice box."

"Oh… and how about you? Feeling all right?"

"I guess so," he mumbled, dropping his face back into the pillow.

"Then how about coming to my room and keeping me company?"

The boy took his time deciding, but finally pulled himself to a sitting position on the bed and slowly got up to follow her.

"I already apologized for what I said this morning," she told him on the way. "But I'll say it again… I'm sorry. It was a bad joke." When she realized her words didn't change his mood, she tried snapping him out of it by tickling his side. "Come on now, let's forget what happened and laugh a little."

"I don't feel like laughing," he mumbled. "I feel… sick! Like my stomach is all tied up in knots… and I'm going to die or something…"

"You're just upset and we have to do something to take your mind off yourself." She closed the bedroom door as they entered the room and watched him pad over to one of the wooden chairs and sit down. "Well, you can sulk all you want," she said with new life in her voice, "but I've got problems of my own. I have to rinse out my undies and I don't have anything to wear while they're drying."

Al lifted his eyes from the floor at that remark and saw that Jan was, slipping off her sweater. His eyes bulged at the sight of her fully packed bra.

"You're not supposed to be watching," she teased, thankful that he finally seemed to be coming out of his depression. "I suppose you're going to watch me take off my slacks too."

With deliberate slowness she pushed her slacks down over her hips. His eyes few wider as he stared at her tantalizing, scantily covered body.

"Still hate me?" she asked coyly, folding her slacks.

"Then I guess we're friends," she chirped, and began opening her bra, slowly revealing her tits and letting him feast his eyes an the full, smooth white orbs. The hard, quivering nipples reminded her that she was also getting a thrill from the performance. Then in one quick, graceful move she slipped off her panties.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, moving to within a few feet of where he was sitting. "See? Clean teeth, clean ears," she teased him, mimicking the morning inspection. "Spread my cheeks… see? That's clean too."

Al was on fire now. The sight of her bending, just out of his reach, with her ass extended toward him, drove him wild with desire. But he had lost all his nerve and was no longer the arrogant, bold person he was the day before. This tigress had claws, he painfully recalled, not wanting to do anything to make her turn on him again. And the throbbing cock in his pants reminded him of its inadequacy in size and staying power. He'd never again let a girl see it, he swore to himself as the torment grew more unbearable. Then she turned to reveal her front to him again and his mind went blank, knowing all at once that this female could strip the meat from his bones and he wouldn't complain.

When Jan reached out to unbutton his shirt he pulled away. "It's no use," he said, knowing he would only disappoint her. "I know I'm no good at it… I can't take this… this stuff. My pecker's too small… and I come before I can…"

"You may be right," Jan cut him off, but continued to open his shirt. "But I think we should just make sure before you decide to give sex up for life."

It was a delicate situation, she told herself as he stepped out of his pants. But if she handled him correctly, she knew she could restore his confidence. Only the biggest problem at the moment was his attitude. She hated sulking, uncooperative people to begin with, and Al was pushing her to the limits.

"Just forget everything that's happened and let me show you some tricks you've probably never thought of," she said, pulling him to the bed. "And the first one is doing it the French way."

"I… don't… know…"

"Do you know what the 'French way' is?"

"Sure! Well, I think so…"

"Trust me, Al," she said, coaxing him onto the bed. "I'm going to show you how wrong you, were about yesterday… that it doesn't matter if you missed the target."

"But I wanted… you know… to be able to say I did it."

"You will… you will. But first things fist. Your head is all mixed up about your manliness… we're going to straighten all that out. One step at a time. Now straddle my stomach and just trust me."

Jan could feel her own cunt juice swirling inside her, craving to be released. But she patiently held back her own urges to tend to the boy's needs first.

"Now take my tits in your hands," she said softly. "That's it… cup them gently…"

"Oh… please…" he groaned, closing his eyes as though praying for help. "I can't hold…"

She saw the puffing, purplish head of his cock jerking to the tempo of a climax. "Put it between my tits!" she said, pulling him down by the hips at the same time, then quickly bringing her hands over his and pressing the mounds of tender, smooth flesh together, sandwiching his cock in the warmth of her tits.

"Mmmmm… isn't that nice?" she purred, enraptured by the feeling of his pulsing, throbbing cock created there. "Now you can come whenever you want…"

"Mmmm… I love it," he moaned.

Jan slid her hands back down to his buttocks and massaged the balls of flesh, letting him enjoy the sense of being driven to a climax, rather than thinking he was having it prematurely. She could see he was straining to hold back the explosion, to savor the delight of it all, and was surprised that he managed to hold out as long as he did. It made her job easier, she told herself, because now she could set off the explosion for him and relieve his mind completely.

"OH!" he cried as her finger slithered down the deep crevice of his ass. "Yeeeooow!" he screamed when her finger toyed with his asshole. "Oh yeah… OH YEAH! OOOHHHH!"

Jan felt the frenzy of his cock pumping, throbbing, swelling bigger and bigger on her chest, firmly locked there by his squeezing hands. The pulsing meat presented a delightful sensation to her building passion, giving her a new awareness of its potential.

Al trembled from the shock waves reverberating through his body from the intense heat of the moment. His head felt like a balloon, filling with steam and about to burst. Even with his eyes tightly closed, he couldn't shut out the image of her beautiful face and exquisite body, the mind-shattering sight of her tits suddenly released from the prison of her bra, and the devilish way she presented her body for his personal inspection.

"Unnnnnggggghhhh… nnngggg… ahhhh!" he gasped as his balls unloaded explosively. "OHH… YEAH!"

Jan felt the first spurt of hot cum land on her chest. Then more and more as it trickled between her breasts and oozed down to her neck. And between her legs her cunt screamed with urgency for the feel of his cock there. Her body could feel every ripple, every inch of what her panting cunt wanted, but was being denied. The torture of it brought her to the threshold of an orgasm. However, she managed to keep her finger dancing down his sensitive crack to give him as much encouragement as she could.

When the last of his sperm was spent he grunted and rose, coming to a squatting position over her stomach. The look on his face was a combination of relief, delight and questioning as he stared down at her cum-covered chest.

"They tell me it's as good this way as it is in a girl," she lied.

"I wouldn't know," he breathed. "I've never had it the real way."

"You will… oh, you will," she promised, squeezing her legs together to hold back the tide of an orgasm.

The boy saw a slight twinge cross her face as she closed her eyes, and he realized for the first time that she was all hot and bothered too. He gently slipped from his position over her to her side and eyed her body again, wishing the fog in his head would clear so he could figure out what to do. The only certain thing in his head was the fact that he should have saved his cum and put it where she wanted it.

"See? You've got me so excited I can't think straight," Jan sighed.

"But I shot my load," he sighed. "I can't satisfy you now!"

"You will in a few minutes," she purred. "You'll be all charged up before you know it. And you'll satisfy my needs like never before. Mmmmm… but in the meantime, get between my legs and touch me down there."

He moved swiftly to comply with her request.

Then, slowly, careful not to hurt her in any way, be reached out and placed his hand softly over the triangle of hair that intrigued him so. When her hips rose off the bed to meet his touch, he became bolder, combing his fingers through the forest of hair to see what jewel was hidden there.

His eyes became glued to the soft, moist, pink lips that answered the question for him. At the same time he was filled with uncertainty about what he should do to entertain her. But as she lifted her knees back to her chest, his eyes feasted on the other opening he craved to touch. He slid his finger down to the little bud, circled it and tapped on it just as she had done to him.

"Mmmmm…" she cooed.

His finger lingered at the opening, desperately wanting to poke its way into the heat of it, but held back by an impulse from his swimming, foggy head. Lick it, you fool! his brain shouted, and he lowered his head toward her crotch.

At the touch of his wet tongue on the hot bud of her asshole, Jan felt a flame lick up through her body like a bolt of lightning. She felt the tip of his tongue swirl around the entrance, then flatten suddenly and lick a path from there up to the panting lips of her cunt. Again he lapped at the sensitive skin from her asshole to her cuntal lips. She had to brace herself for the flood that was about to break loose from the well of her cunt, trying at the same time to contain it. But another pass of that hot slab of wet tongue told her she couldn't take another pass without coming. She reached down and held his head between her legs, locked over her panting cunt.

"Oh Al!" she gasped when he opened his mouth over her pussy and sucked the breath from her. "Tongue it… tongue it!" she cried, but he sucked instead.

Her panting, screeching, lustful moans suddenly made Al feel like a giant among men. He drove his tongue into the panting, sucking depth of her cunt, snaking and whipping it wildly around the dew-lined walls, making a meal of the nectar his tongue brought forth.

"More… more… I can't stand it…" she cried over and over, holding his head firmly locked at her cunt, wishing she could swallow his whole head and more. "Oh Al… twist it around in there… yeah… yeah… further in… more, Al… more! You're the greatest… the best… the wildcat tongue in the world!"

Even with her thighs pressed tightly against his ears, he could hear her pleas and they fanned a new spark between his own lop. The thrill of feeling strength and power seeping back into his cock washed the old world from his mind and replaced it with a new world of intoxicating colors, tastes and smells. A world made of soft, smooth flesh, with pink tunnels and forests of silky soft hair.

"Whip it around… oh… oh… OH! Give me that juicy tongue of yours…" Then she lost count of the orgasms that rolled on and on, one after another. "Oooowwww," she cried, when his tongue finally escaped her clutching trap, then, "Ahhhhh…" when his body suddenly covered hers and his cock filled the vacancy left by his tongue.

"Ohhhh yes," she cooed.

There wasn't a trace of fear in Al's mind now. His cock flexed with strength, but he had complete control of the situation now. No chance of a misfire this time, he told himself confidently, driving his cock in and out of her to prove his new-found control.

"Next time," he grunted between breaths, "I'm gonna give it to you… Al's way… up the ass!"

Jan went into a frenzy of gyrations at that thought, feeling the agony of it already.

"Too big," she groaned. "It's too, too big!"

Both felt the big splash of their juices meeting in perfect timing. For Al, the moment was even better than he had dreamed it would be.

Charles waited nervously for the next phone call and his new instructions. The pressure of having the two F.B.I. agents at his side unnerved him. The thought that everything he said on the phone would be monitored, made it almost unbearable. He was chain-smoking now and even making trips to the liquor cabinet for whatever courage it was that alcohol gave a person. Other than an occasional highball, he never drank anything hard and the taste of straight whiskey came as a shock to his system. And just getting it down gave him courage.

Then shortly before the call came, he made what he considered a big decision. There was no sense pretending his scheme would work, he told himself. The best, the safest course was to put the whole idea out of his head and do what he was pretending to do be – a loyal husband – and get Jan back safe and sound.

The phone rang just as the living room clock finished the eighth chime. The two agents added to the charged atmosphere now as they all jumped at the sound of the phone.

"Hello," Charles said, calmer than the last time. "Do you have the money?" the man's voice asked.

"Yes."

"Do exactly as I say and don't talk. Go directly to your car. Drive north on Route Seven until you reach a gas station called 'Pringles' on the right… it's about a two-hour drive. Go to the phone booth there and wait for instructions. The place will be closed, so don't try to bring the police. Just be there by ten… alone… with the money."

There was a loud "click" and Charles looked at the agents for help. He felt weak all over and one of them had to take the receiver from his hand to replace it an the cradle.

"Okay," Jim, the older of the two said. "Get yourself together now, Mr. Latimer. Do exactly as he said. We'll have to stay out of sight, just in case they've got spotters. But you take this two-way radio and stay in contact with us as we planned. I'll contact you, first when we're all on Route Seven and fill you in on what's happening."

Charles took the radio and the suitcase with the money and dashed out of the house, while the agents made another call.

As he drove north an Route Seven the agents explained over the radio that the station was being checked out by other agents, who were rushing to the scene from a town nearby. They assured him, however, that no one would be able to tell they were on the case.

A few minutes before ten o'clock Charles pulled into the dark, lonely gas station and went to the phone booth. The call came right on time.

"Mr. Latimer?"

"Drive north now until you hit Route Twenty-eight, the Mohawk Trail… turn east and you'll find another station called 'Phil's'. We'll call you there."

"Listen!" he blurted out. "I couldn't help it… the F.B.I. is in on this."

"We expected that… just do as you're told. Be at Phil's by two. And tell those agents we'll kill your wife if we see any of them near our check points."

When Charles returned to the car he called in to report his new instructions to the trailing agents, leaving out the part about his telling of their presence in the case. He had done it on the spur of the moment, he rationalized now. Besides, they already knew, he told himself.

He had been on the Mohawk Trail before, he remembered. It was when they were on vacation. And it was a narrow, winding scenic road. Beautiful during the day, but he imagined it would be terribly lonely and desolate at night. He was suddenly grateful that he had the two-way radio and the agents were close enough to help him if the car broke down or something went wrong.

Jan was having tea in the kitchen with the old woman when her husband returned. He looked dejected, she noticed.

"Well, Ma," he said with a sigh. "I guess we'd better call it all off."

"What happened?" the woman asked with alarm.

"Her husband was afraid we'd find out, so he told me the F.B.I. was in on it. Probably thought we'd kill his wife if we found out. He's really worried about her safety, you know."

"What should we do?" the woman asked.

"Only thing we can do. Let the woman go and forget the whole thing."

"Did he get the money?" Jan asked out of curriosity.

"Yep. Got it with him in the car."

"So close, yet so far away," Jan said wistfully.

"Just feel bad for the kids," the woman said sadly. "Been telling them things were going to get real good pretty soon. Now we'll have to tell them our plan didn't work."

"The money is probably marked anyway," Jan offered.

"We figured that from the start," Pa said. "Knew the bank would mark the money so they could try to get it back. But we had that all figured out. Read in the papers how people 'wash' money so it can't be traced. It's complicated, but we figured it wouldn't be too hard in the small amounts we'd need."

"Then your only problem is getting the money," Jan said.

"That's about right," the old man said. "Had planned on sending one of the boys into the car to snatch it, while your husband was on the phone with me. But it's too risky now. If they stake out the phone booth, the boy will be caught. And you know how kids are when they get scared. Blow they whole thing… besides, I wouldn't want one of the boys to get in trouble anyway."

"We tried, Pa," the woman said. "Can't say we didn't try to give them a better life."

"Listen," Jan said as a thought crossed her mind. "I may have a plan… suppose I dress up like one of the boys and snatch the money from my husband's car?"

"What difference would that make?" the woman asked. "Then you'd be in trouble instead of one of the kids."

"But I can tell them you made me do it at gunpoint. And I thought you were hiding behind me. So I had to do it or get shot."

"You know, Pa?" the woman said, hesitating as she weighed the idea. "It just might work."

"I don't see how," her husband said. "They'd wonder why the minute she got in the car she didn't duck down and hide."

"That's easy," Jan shot back, bubbling over with enthusiasm. "I didn't know the F.B.I. was there… and besides, you also told me that if I tried to escape you'd shoot my husband in the telephone booth!"

"Wel, I'll be…" Pa said with a twinkle in his eye for the first time since Jan had seen him. "It just might work at that?"

"Of course it will," Jan said. "And you have nothing to lose if I get caught… because you were ready to call it quits anyway."

"What do you think, Pa?"

"It might work at that," he answered. "It's worth a try, since we ain't got nothing to lose."

"Then you'd better get some sleep, Mrs. Latimer," the woman suggested. "You'll have to be at the drop-off place by four in the morning."

Jan felt wide awake and too excited to think about sleep, but they were already putting out the lights in the kitchen and she didn't seem to have a choice. Then she remembered she had been sleeping most of the afternoon, exhausted from her session with Al. She took the candle from the woman and started up to her bedroom. She was flled with the thrill and excitement of her new role in the plan. It tickled her just to think that she was going to have a chance to get even with the bank.

As she entered her room, the light from her candle fell on a shape in the bed and she realized it was Al. He was fully dressed and obviously had been dozing while he waited for her.

"How do you feel?" she asked softly, closing the door.

"Great," he said, getting up and stretching. "I couldn't tell you at dinner how much you helped me. So I came back… to say… err… I guess… what I mean is…"

"I know what you mean," she said. "Let's just be friends… okay? No more hangups or crazy notions."

"I'm going to miss you," he said softly. "I've never known anyone as beautiful as you… inside and out."

"I'm going to miss you too," she said, adding, "and all the others too."

She knew instinctively that he had taken their relationship too seriously. As did Tom and David. She noticed they even avoided her eyes when they were in the same room and she wondered if they'd be all right after she was out of their lives.

"Well, I guess I'd better go," Al said, standing and lowering his head for a dash to the door. He didn't want her to see him all choked up again.

"Why don't you stay for a few minutes?" Jan said. "I might need someone to talk to… I guess I'm a little nervous."

"All right," he mumbled, and remained standing at the foot of the bed.

"I have to get some rest," she said. "Have to get up early. But I should see you again tomorrow. I don't think I'll be leaving right away."

The sad expression on his face and the way he stood there with his head drooping, forced her to go to him and put her arms around him. She wondered how long he'd been an orphan. And the thought crossed her mind that she was probably the only person to show him any affection in years. It certainly wasn't the nature of the old woman they called "Ma" to show any feeling, she told herself, understanding for the first time why they all had acted like animals back in her house.

"Come on now, cheer up," she said, going to him and hugging him. They were both about the same size, she noted, her mind suddenly jerking back to the reality of what she must do in a few hours. The fact that she had found the right size clothes to wear on the mission gave her some satisfaction. "How about a smile? That's better."

When his hands slipped around her waist to the small of her back, she wanted to back away from him so he wouldn't become involved again. But he held her securely pressed against his groin. Jan lifted her hands to his neck, her fingers interlocking behind him and her arms stiff, putting her lips at a safe distance from his.

"Things are really going to get better around here," she told him in a convincing voice. "After tomorrow… well, the whole world will be a better place for all you kids."

"Yeah… I know… but it'll still be lonely," he answered. "The kids will be better off, but the older guys… well, they need… you know… girls and dates and places to go…"

"Well maybe that will all change too," she said, feeling one of his hands slip from the small of her back to enter the top of her slacks. He was testing, she knew, but couldn't bring herself to flatly reject the attempt. "As a matter of fact, I'm even going to help with the plan. Now isn't that a laugh? Who ever heard of the victim helping to pull off the crime?"

"Hey! Why don't you stay with us then? You know… be one of the gang!" he offered hopefully, his hand quickly slipping further inside her slacks to gain more ground.

"I couldn't do that," she answered sadly. "It would turn you all into fugitives. My picture would be in all the papers and sooner or later someone would find me, then all of you."

His hand was kneading the firm balls of flesh, deep in her slacks now, and she could feel his cock stir in his pants. He kept her pressed tight against him, and her cunt began to throb in answer to his cock. But she kept telling herself not to risk any further involvement. It would only hurt him more if she let him think she wanted him, she told herself.

"It's getting late and I don't have much time to get some rest," she said in an attempt to change his thinking.

"I went out of my mind when I saw your bare ass back at your house," he said, massaging her now with both hands inside her slacks. "It was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. And that's probably the reason I dropped my load so fast out in that field. Seeing you kneeling, with your ass sticking up for me just drove me crazy."

"I'm flattered, Al, but you'll find other girls with asses even better than mine. The problem is… we can't get… involved again."

"Yeah. I know. But I had to tell you."

"Hey!" she exclaimed, relieved that he understood the problem. "I need boys' clothes. You're about my size… how about lending me yours?"

"Sure…" he said with a puzzled look.

"Then why don't you take them off and let me try them on?"

"Okay," he answered, releasing her from his grip.

"But remember… Look, but don't touch! Let's just have some laughs and call it a day. Fair enough?"

"Yeah. I guess so." He agreeded reluctantly, but in a good-natured manner.

Jan slipped from his arms and went back to the chair she used as a clothes hanger and quickly removed her sweater and slacks. When she turned, Al had taken off his shirt, but was still untying his sneakers. As she watched, the thought crept into her mind that she desperately needed a shower. The prospects of an ice-cold shower didn't particularly thrill her, but she felt so unclean and clammy that she decided it had to be suffered.

"Do you think it would be safe if I went down and took a shower?" she asked him.

"Sure," he answered, stepping out of his pants. "No one uses it at night."

"Then how about getting me some soap and a towel?" she asked.

"Okay. And you'll need a few kerosense lamps so you can see what you're doing in there," he said, stripping off his shorts. "But first I'll sneak downstairs and connect the hot water line… then I'll meet you there in about ten minutes."

Jan's body tingled at the thought of a hot shower. It was more than she dared hope for. She just hoped he wouldn't get into any trouble, especially if he was caught running around the house naked that way. Then she sat on the edge of the bed to patiently count off the ten minutes in her mind.

As she waited, she realized she hadn't had a cigarette in two days, and she longed for one now. But she forced the thought ftom her mind and began to fold Al's clothes to take to the shower. When she picked up his pants her heart skipped a beat when a pack of cigarettes dropped on the bed from one of the pockets. The coincidence frightened her for a moment as she stared at the almost full pack on the bed. But she quickly got over her shock and took one, lit it with the flame from the candle and sat back on the bed to enjoy the burning sensation of the first puff entering her lungs.

Time was no longer important to her as she leisurely smoked the cigatette almost to the filter. Then she picked up Al's clothes and started for the door, had second thoughts about walking through the halls in only her bra and panties, but decided she didn't feel like getting dressed again. She almost dropped one of his sneakers down the stairs and had to pause to catch hee breath from the near calamity that would have created.

"I stole one of your cigarettes," she whispered to Al as she slipped through the crack he opened for her in the door.

He laughed at that, then admitted, "We bought them with your money… so they're really yours."

"Hot water?" she asked hopefully.

"In the last shower stall," he answered, lighting the kerosene lamps. And Jan watched the large room gradually go from pitch black to a deep orange color. She waited while he barricaded the door closed with a chair under the doorknob, then followed him to the dark stall as he carried the lanterns.

"I guess I can wash my underwear in the shower," she thought out loud as he hung the lamps, lighting that corner of the room brightly. She could see every muscle in Al's naked body ripple as he stretched on tiptoes to hang the lights.

"How's that?" he asked, turning to face her now.

"Just fine," she said, hesitating and wondering how to tell him to leave her now. "Here… you hold your clothes… maybe you'd better stay at the door to make sure no one tries to come in."

He took the clothes without saying anything and walked back toward the door. Everything else was right there, she noted, turning on the water and feeling the warmth build in the spray as the hot water replaced the cold in the pipes. She stepped under the shower with her bra and panties on and soaped herself all over before taking them off. It wasn't until she turned to hang them over the partition that she realized Al was there watching.

"You shouldn't be watching, you know," she said, facing him and seeing his stiff cock pointing in her direction. "It'll only get you excited… which I see has already happened… and we agreed…"

"I know… I know," he cut her off. "I'm just watching. Thought you might need someone to wash your back."

"Oh Al." She tried to stop him with the inflection of her voice, but he was already in the stall with her. "Just my back," she said, turning to face the shower.

He soaped her shoulders and back thoroughly, using the flat of his hand to massage it to a rich lather. And each stroke brought his hand closer to the mounds of firm, smooth skin he wanted to touch most, until he finally swept down and over the twin globes, unable to control his urge any longer.

It felt good, Jan admitted. And there, was no way to stop him anyway, she decided as he meticulously soaped her ass. She grinned to herself and washed her front while he enjoyed the back.

"Al!" she cried out when his finger lingered momentarily at her asshole and suddenly poked its way in.

"Please," he begged. "I can't help myself…"

She remained motionless as his soapy finger slipped deeper into the tight tunnel and she allowed him a few minutes there before saying, "You're only making things worse, Al. Now take your finger out and let me rinse off."

She felt the finger slip begrudgingly from her asshole and turned to rinse the soap from her back. It did feel good, she told herself now as she saw the sad look on his face. But she managed to fight off the temptation to give in to him. It was a matter of doing what she felt was best for the boy, she convinced herself. It just wasn't fair to leave him with hangups about her, she told herself, turning off the shower and reaching for the towel. Al's hands were immediately there, drying her back for her.

"Now let's see if your clothes fit me," she said, turning to step out of the shower stall.

"One last kiss," he breathed heavily. "Just let me kiss your ass one last time. Please?"

"Now, Al, we agreed…" she started, but he had already dropped to his knees and was turning her by the hips. The warmth of his open mouth on her freshly scrubbed asscheeks turned her on, and she could feel the intense hunger he had for the taste of the white meat there.

"Your ass drives me wild," he gasped between kisses. He sucked as much of the firm flesh into his mouth as he could, gently sinking his teeth into the flesh and licking the spot as he released it. "That's all I can think about…" Another sucking kiss. "When I close my eyes I can see your ass so clearly that it drives me crazy knowing I can't touch, it."

Jan felt his fingers spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. Then his tongue touched the sensitive skin at the top of the valley and began its trip down the crevice. When it arrived at the puckered pink bud, she lost her breath from the feel of it and had to grab the shower faucets for support.

"Al!" she cried in a desperate attempt to stop him now, while she had the strength and presence of mind. "Don't do tha – ooowwwwwww… ooohhhhh…" The drooling, tongue was painting the sensitive opening with saliva and she felt the tip of it forcing its way in as she tried to clamp it shut. "AAALLLLL… you're driving me crazy…"

With his steaming hot breath and slick wet tongue on her asshole, Jan felt outnumbered and she surrendered to the invasion, relaxing the muscles there and sucking the twisting tongue into her ass. She had to bend lower and spread her legs wider to get as much of the tongue as possible. She used the faucets to keep from falling.

Then, during a brief interval when her mind cleared of the fog and dizziness, she wondered why she had never fantasized about this when her days were filled with dreams of every other sex, act. But Al's driving tongue seemed to be reaching up through her body and was almost reaching her brain now, and the fog rolled in again. The thought of his tongue reaching straight up from her asshole to her head drove her to the brink of a breathtaking orgasm. She felt the tongue wiggle and squirm up into the red-hot walls of her shit chute.

"More… more… MORE!" she cried out, suddenly addicted to the sensation of it, then suddenly stunned by the realization that it was retreating, not advancing. "Oh Al! I want more… more… more…" And it was gone, leaving her grasping frantically for the feel of it, slipping backward from the peak of excitement.

There were a few moments of nothingness. But his fingers remained firmly pressed into her fleshy mounds, still spreading them wide apart, giving her reason to believe he would return to the meal when he got another breath. It seemed to take forever, she thought, but she finally felt the touch of it again on the puckered mouth of her whole and she sighed with relief.

It took several seconds for her mind to sort out the facts, but she suddenly realized the tongue was blunt and thick now, stretching the little opening much wider than before.

"Oh no! NOT THAT!" she cried out as it pressed into the too-tight sleeve. "Don't do it! It's too big! AL! It's too big!"

"I gotta do it," he moaned in answer to her plea, watching the thick mushroom head of his cock stretching the little bud of her asshole.

"You'll split me apart!" she cried back over her shoulder.

"But I gotta do it," he grunted, finding the task more difficult than he had imagined. But he continued to force the blunt cockhead forward, not gaining any ground in the process and getting a little frustrated.

"Soap it up first!" Jan cried, realizing he was determined to have her this way. "Soap it up, Al, so it slips in!"

He thought about that for a second, then released his gritp an her buttocks and turned to lather his thrbbing cock with soap. As an after thought, he dipped his finger in the soap dish, gathered a supply of the melted lubricant and, turning back to her, ran his finger up her ass.

"OH!" she screamed at the sudden invasion. "Please don't…" the finger popped out, "… hurt me!"

He planted the knob of his cock at the sucked-in bud and began again. Her sphincter muscle opened easier now and he watched intently as his cock penetrated the tight opening. The shaft slowly disappeared into the heat of her and he watched every inch slide breathtakingly into the furnace of her ass.

For Jan, the snail's pace advance was agonizing, filled with doubt and fear. The fit was so snug she could feel the popping veins and the throbbing pulse in his thick cock. Her throat began to constrict, and the further it entered the tighter her throat got, until she thought she was going to gag.

"Ahhhhh…" he sighed with pleasure, releasing her buttocks now that his cock was in the hilt. He slid his hands to her hips, forcing her tightly against his groin, enjoying the cushiony feeling the mounds of flesh created there. The muscles in the globes of white meat gave him the feeling they were sucking at his loins.

Jan sighed with relief too, realizing the cock was fully seated and she wasn't going to be split in half. She breathed normally for a few moments, giving her a chance to survey the situation. It was a filling experience, but she admitted the strangeness gave her pangs of excitement. She slowly straightened up from her bent position and the sensations it gave Al were expressed in animal-like sounds in his throat.

"How's it feel?" she breathed over her shoulder, squeezing his cock as she asked.

"Ohhhh… FANtastic…"

She reached down and lifted his hands from her hips, bringing them up to her breasts. Her body responded with pangs of new excitement as he milked the ache from her. Then, holding one hand on her breast, she slid his other hand down her stomach to the patch of hair between her legs, then deftly taught him how to bring delight to her clitoris.

"Ohhhh, yeah!" he groaned with new delight.

"Mmmmmm…" she answered.

"I'm… gonna… come," he gasped. "Don't move… don't move… I can't hold it if you move…"

Her attention shot to the thick cock filling her ass and she tried to imagine how it was going to feel when he released his juices in there. It drove her wild with the lustful need to know.

"Give it to me!" she cried, bending forward again, his hands still clutching at her, still milking her tit and toying with her clit. "I want it… I want it… give it to me!"

"Yeah! Yeah! It's… it's coming… yeah! Now!"

She felt the spray of his cum add new delights to the inner depths of her body, his toying finger bringing her quickly to the peak of her orgasm. But she held back the tide for one moment of final enjoyment, savoring every sensation and then giving in to the urgent need to release the flood of juice from her body.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried as she squeezed his cock harder than she realized. "Wow! It's great!"

"Mmmmmm…" she answered, grinding out the last drop of pleasure. "Take it out… fast."

Al gripped her buttocks and quickly withdrew his cock, watching with fascination as the little eye blinked furiously at him. "Man! That was something!"

Jan turned the shower faucel and they both came down to earth when the ice-cold water shocked their senses. She quickly turned off the cold and turned on the hot water. And they got under it together to stop the chills from the first spray.

"I should have done that when you started to get ideas," she laughed.

"I've had enough cold showers to last a lifetime," he answered seriously. "But today well, you made everything worth… you know… worth living."

"It was fun," she said. "But now we have to think about tomorrow. Let'see if your clothes fit me."

"You know…" he said as Jan began getting dressed in his clothes. He paused for a second before continuing. "Tom is upset about what happened out in that field… He says you're too nice a person, to do what we did. I shouldn't even be telling you this… He's sorry. And it was my fault anyway."

"If anything happens and I don't get back tomorrow, you tell Tom that I understand."

CHAPTER SEVEN

Just before three in the morning, Jan, Tom and the old man got into the front seat of the old car and headed south. The air was charged with excitement and danger, she thought as they began their trip to rendezvous with Charles. She was dressed in Al's clothes and held a ski-mask on her lap for the final disguise. But the darkness that surrounded the car and the droning sound of the engine began to make her drowsy. Back in her room she couldn't sleep and now she couldn't stay awake. Within minutes her head began to dip and Tom slipped his arm around her so she could doze on his shoulder. The next thing she remembered was Tom nudging her to wake her up.

"You know what to do?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, suddenly alert. "I hide in the bushes until my husband gets there. He opens all the doors on the car and goes to the phone booth. When the phone rings, I snatch the suitcase with the money, dump the money in the laundry bag and put the suitcase back. Then I sneak back to the bushes and into the woods behind the station."

"It shouldn't take him more than five minutes to drive from where he is now to where you'll be," Pa added. "So the police won't have time to check the place out first. But you can be sure they'll be there by the time he leaves. That's why it's important that you get away from there as fast as possible. The fact that he won't know the money is gone will work for us. And I'll give him instructions that will make them think the next stop is the money-drop. They'll be more anxious to get to that point."

"All you have to do is cut through the woods to the road behind the station," Tom added. "And start walking east."

Jan was nervous now. She could see the station up the road and the reality of the situation hit her all at once.

"Put on the mask," Tom said, "and these gloves."

The car eased into the station and they pointed out where she was to hide. "The other road is just behind those trees," Pa was saying as she pulled on the mask. "If anything goes wrong, just stay away from that road and we'll know."

"Don't get nervous waiting," Tom said, helping her from the car. "It's going to take about a half-hour before he gets here. So stay hidden and be quiet."

Jan nodded and ran toward the spot where she was to hide. She heard the car drive off behind her and was suddenly filled with fear and loneliness. It was much darker than she ever imagined it would be and she wondered how she'd ever manage to find her way through the woods in total darkness. But her eyes gradually adjusted and she found she could see a little better as time passed. The dead silence slowly gave way to the sounds of life present even in the loneliest countryside. She heard a car and thought her heart would pound out of her chest. It seemed to take forever before she saw the headlights flickering on the trees and even longer until she actually saw the car on the road. But it drove by without stopping.

The sound of the second car coming from the opposite direction wasn't noticeable until it was almost there. She felt her skin crawl as it pulled into the station a few feet from where she was squatting in the bushes and she recognized it as her own. The sight of something familiar again, something that was hers, gave her a sense of relief. Then she saw Charles opening the doors of the car, and she wanted to rush out to let him in on the excitement and thrill she was experiencing. But she remained motionless, grinning from ear to ear as she watched him walk to the phone booth.

All the doors of the car were open now and she could see the suitcase on the back seat. The headlights were focused on Charles and the booth and she realized he couldn't see past the bright lights and wouldn't see her slipping out to get the money.

The sound of the phone suddenly shattered the silence. The moment Charles picked up the receiver Jan rushed to the car, opened the suitcase and dumped the money into the laundry bag. As she replaced the suitcase on the back seat again, she took a moment to enjoy the safe, familiar feeling and smell of her car. Then she slipped away and began her trip through the dark woods. Her ears were tuned to the sounds at the station, but nothing changed until she was out of hearing distance and she figured they were keeping Charles on the phone as long as possible.

A few minutes later she emerged from the woods onto the dirt road and found the old Chevy waiting there for her. She wondered how they got there so fast. She saw Tom behind the wheel but the old man wasn't in the car. She realized they hadn't told her the car would be waiting for her, just in case she got caught.

"Be quiet," Tom said as she got in. "Close the door as easy as possible." Then he drove slowly down the road without putting on the lights.

"When can I start breathing again?" Jan asked in a whisper, laughing with relief. "My heart feels like it's in my mouth."

"I know what you mean," he chuckled. "I'm holding mine until we pick up Pa and get out of the area."

The sky was beginning to get light, she noted. A new day was beginning in more than one way, she told herself with a sigh as Tom navigated the car over a maze of back roads without benefit of the lights. Then suddenly something flashed on the road ahead of them and he stopped for Pa to get into the car.

"How'd it go?" he asked, slipping in beside Jan.

"Just as planned," Jan answered. "There's the money," she added, pointing to the laundry bag on the floor.

"I told your husband we'd call him to tell him where to pick you up," the old man said as he examined a handful of bills from the bag. "At the last minute I figured we'd better wait until tonight to set you free. It'll give us a chance to settle our nerves a little… never been so scared in all my life."

"That makes two of us," Jan laughed. "And I'm exhausted anyway. Couldn't get to sleep last night, I was so excited."

They drove on in silence then, arriving back at the house as it started to get light. Jan saw the old woman waiting on the porch for them. Over a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, they relived the details of their adventure, each telling of their own nerve-racking experiences. But Jan was the one with the star role and everyone listened when she spoke, giving her ego a tremendous lift. She finally asked to be excused so she could get some much-needed sleep. Once again the old couple surprised her with a rare display of emotion as they tried to express their gratitude.

The room was bright with sunlight when she awoke, and it added to her new feeling of contentment. She was wide awake, alert and anxious to do something physical now, to use up some of her rekindled energy. The thought crossed her mind that she'd like to go out and play football with the kids… in the nude… running and laughing… being tackled… and grabbed…

Then her eyes locked on the empty chair by the door and she remembered she had left Al's clothes there. She wondered when he had come for them and wished she had been awake to see if he had any lingering thoughts about joining her in bed. But the door moved slightly and she forgot about Al and wondered who was peeking in at her.

"Are you awake?" Tom whispered.

"Yes. Come in," she chirped happily, pulling the blanket up under her chin in an automatic reflex.

"I've been wanting to tell you something…" he whispered as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "It's about what happened in that field the other day… I didn't mean to do what I did…"

"You mean you didn't like it?" she teased.

"Oh no! I mean… yes. Yes! I liked it!" he stammered. "But I didn't want to rape you like that."

"That's a shame. I thought you wanted me so bad you just couldn't help yourself. Now I feel disappointed."

"I did… I couldn't help myself… but but… you're confusing me. I wanted to tell you I was sorry for raping you… but I wanted you…"

"Then why don't you come over here and tell me how much you wanted me and not how sorry you are for taking what you wanted?" she said softly.

Tom approached the bed and tried to figure out how he was going to manage this situation without her seeing the bulge in his pants. Then as he got to the side of the bed she reached out for him and the blanket slipped to her waist, revealing her tits to his popping eyes.

"I couldn't help myself!" he blurted out, and dropped on the bed to bury his head between her tits.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Jan purred, locking her arms around his head and clutching him to her chest. "And to prove it, I'm going to rape you now."

His handsome face lifted to look into hers with surprise. He didn't believe his ears, and now he didn't believe she was opening his pants. The shock left him speechless, helpless and motionless. It wasn't until he felt his erection escape from the cramped prison of his shorts that he gained his senses and feverishly tore off his clothes and climbed back in bed with her. Then she squirmed out from under him and he found himself being pushed over on his back.

"I said I was going to rape you," Jan said with a grin, lifting her leg over him and sitting on his stomach to hold him down. "You may be stronger than I am, but if you try to resist I'll… I'll… do something. So don't try to resist."

Grinning with delight, she rose to a kneeling position, holding his arms locked against his sides with her legs, and inched forward until she was positioned directly over his face. "Scared?" she teased.

"Don't do it," he gasped, trying to make it sound like a desperate plea.

His hot breath swept through her pubic hair and she lowered herself to rub his nose in it. And she could feel his tongue stretching out of his mouth, trying to get at her cunt, but she kept it just out of his reach, tantalizing herself as much as it tantalized him.

Then, still pretending it was all a game, she quickly turned her body to face his cock. Her eyes locked on the giant prong and she found she had lowered herself onto his protruding tongue without thinking and was being drained of her strength by the invasion of it. Then, slowly, without disturbing the sensations he was whipping into her cunt, she lowered her body and reached for his cock.

She could feel him say, "Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmmm…" into her cunt when she touched his hot, throbbing meat, and she got chills from the vibrations his voice caused in her pussy. A glistening drop appeared at the tip of his cock and she brought her puckered lips down to sip it away. His mouth and tongue instantly communicated the delight she was causing and inspired her to see how much more of a tonguing he could deliver.

"Mmmmmmm…" she breathed, slithering her tongue down the throbbing length of his shaft, curling on the way to get an idea of the thickness. "Unnnnggggghhhhh," she groaned when he whipped his tongue furiously around her dew-lined cunt.

Her silky hair was cascading down the throbbing meat and his body quivered from the touch of it. Then his tongue withdrew so he could catch his breath. She knew that at any moment be would release his cum and she quickly slipped her satiny lips over the cockhead to catch every drop of it.

Tom was gasping for air, his lungs burning from the moist heat he was sucking from the well of her cunt, and his brain was going numb from the need for oxygen. Then he worked his mouth and nose like vacuum cleaners, sucking up the taste and smell of her cunt and asshole.

The heat of his breath on her asshole and the suction of his open mouth on her panting cunt bathed Jan in pleasure she tried desperately to repay on his swollen cock. She kept her eyes wide open as she fed his sword into her mouth and reached fingers down to feel the big sac at the base of it. The tempo of his thumping meat quickened as she cupped and weighed the package in her hand, the short hairs fizzing out straight at the tingling sensation of her touch.

Then his cock recoiled and fired, filling her throat with his thick syrup, causing her mind to record everything in slow-motion. And with the first squirt of mouth-filling cum, she felt his tongue penetrate deep into her weeping cunt, gagging her at both ends. She wanted to scream out to let him know how good it all felt, but that was impossible to do with her cheeks puffing out from the flood of his spurting cum.

"Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm," she gurgled, taking the last of his cum and grinding his face into the junction of her legs for the last drop of her own orgasm.

"How was that?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I've never felt anything like that before," he replied, trying to put enthusiasm in his words, but finding his tongue too thick and fuzzy.

"See? There's no reason to go moping around with your tail between your legs any more."

"I won't," he laughed.

The sound of the door opening caused Jan to freeze where she was. She felt sure it was the old woman coming in to find her corrupting one of her boys. And there was little doubt about who was doing what to whom, she had to admit, sitting on Tom's stomach and waiting for the worst to happen at ahy moment.

"I just wanted to say goodbye," David's voice finally broke the silence.

"Oh, David," Jan sighed, turning to see him standing in the doorway. "Come give me a kiss, doll."

He ran to the bed, kissed her quickly and turned to leave. "I'll always remember how nice you were to us," he added before opening the door. "You're the greatest!" he exclaimed, and was gone.

The door closed and Jan felt a warm glow come over her. It was great to be alive, she told herself. Especially when everything turned out as well as it had with her. Though she did have some pangs of guilt about the selfish pleasures she got from her acts of kindness.

"You are the greatest," Tom was saying as she started to drift off in her own thoughts. "And I'm not just saying that because you're beautiful you're just great about everything. The way you treat everyone… the way you… err…"

"The way I let you seduce me?" she laughed.

"You always confuse me when I try to tell you how much I like you… other than for sex reasons."

"I know," she said. "I love to see you try to talk your way out of it and always end up back where you started."

"So you were trying to take advantage of me all along," he said, sliding his hands up her smooth legs to her hips. "The next time I rape you I won't feel so bad."

"Mmmmmmm," Jan purred with a twinkle in her eye. She lifted herself off his stomach to have a look at his cock, and was pleasantly surprised to see it standing at attention. "Come to think of it, I believe I was sidetracked in my attempt to rape you. But now… I'm back on the track."

Tom gulped when her fingers wrapped around his prick and his eyes widened as he watched her move into position above it. He longed to reach down and run his hands over her body now, but he knew by the intent look on her face that she wanted to be alone with his cock. The love affair was apparent by the way she handled it and stared at it with such longing.

"Mmmmm… my turn…" she purred, "…to take what I want!"

"Don't tease it!" Tom said, swallowing hard as she pressed the knob into her cunt and circled the entrance with the lightest of touches. "It's yours… take it. Rape it. Do anything you want… but don't tease it! Please don't tease it!"

"Shhhh," she whispered back, never taking her eyes off the blinking eye at the tip of his cock.

"This is my rape… suffer…"

From her position over the upright organ, it seemed much longer and thicker than she remembered it to be. Her fingers circled and measured it, and her slow-motion moves fanned the flames of desire within her body and made her hunger for it almost unbearable. This self-inflicted punishment, she told herself, would triple the final reward when she devoured it.

For Tom, the agony of her slowness was laced with fear. The fear of not gaining entrance, the fear of not being able to hold back his building climax and the fear of ultimately disappointing her. But he remained motionless, paralyzed by the sight of her intense longing for his throbbing cock, displayed in the way she looked at it and handled it.

"Mmmmmm…" she breathed, talking to the shaft in her hand as its blunt knob massaged her puckered, sipping cuntal lips. "It's going to be like sitting on a flagpole. A giant flagpole, with a big brass ball at the top. Mmmmmm… I can't wait… to sit… on this flagpole."

The waiting was nerve-racking for the boy, who was now convinced more than ever, by the apparent agony she was displaying, that it was a painful act for her. Then he found himself holding his breath as she started to impale herself on his cock.

"Ohhh!" she cried when the knob was consumed. "Unnnnngggg… unnn… unnnnnnggghhhh," she groaned as she slid lower and lower on the shaft. "So big… oh so big! And more to go… have to get it all… every last inch…"

She couldn't stand the torture any longer and brought the full weight of her body down on the pole, sending it scorching up her insides in one swift thrust, to satisfy her need to know its total length right now.

"Don't take it out!" he yelled with panic when she lifted herself back to the tip again.

"Ooooawwww," Jan sighed, not hearing his plea, feeling only the void inside her. Then she came down again with all her weight.

The panic of thinking he was losing her was too great for Tom and he didn't want it to happen again. He tried to reach down to capture her, to hold her down on his cock so he could release his juices. But Jan squinned out of his grasp and pushed him back on the bed, adding to her pleasure when she realized the control this position actually gave her. She lifted herself to the tip again, watching the agony on his face at his involuntary withdrawal, and the sudden relief as she slid down on it again. She slipped back up to the tip and down again, faster this time… and even faster the next.

"Oh, Tom," she sighed, and dropped to his chest, pressing her body tight against his and locking him firmly inside her. "Oh Tommmm… Tommmm…" she repeated over and over, gritting her teeth as she tried to squeeze the explosion from his cannon without success.

"What the…?" she said with alarm as two hands pressed down on her buttocks, driving Tom's cock deeper into her body. "Oh no!" she cried, knowing instinctively that it was Al behind her, but not knowing what he had in mind as he forced her into his favorite position.

The urgency of her present involvement with Tom became uppermost in her mind. She wasn't going to let anything deprive her of the treat she had worked so hard to build. She began a feverish assault on his cock to set off the explosions she wanted. Every muscle in her body seemed to be squeezing and jerking to reach a climax as fast as possible, fearing that Al would do something to make her lose it.

At that moment, as she teetered at the peak of excitement, she felt Al's moist tongue stab at her anus. She bit Tom's shoulder to keep from screaming at the sensation of it. And she found she was able to hold back the tidal wave of her orgasm by sinking her teeth into Tom's flesh… just long enough to let Al snake his tongue into her rectum… secure it there… and release the floodgates!

Al became more of an asset than a liability, she realized as his hands pressed down on her buttocks, forcing Tom's throbbing meat into her right up to the hilt. And Al's tongue worked that strange magic of his on the sensitive opening of her ass.

"OH AL!" she screamed as his tongue reamed the walls of her rectum. "I can't breathe!" she gasped, grinding her pelvis harder and faster on Tom, whose ballooning meat felt like it was stretching her insides to the very limits.

At the peak of excitement she felt Tom's huge cock roar inside her, the first shot of it drenching her insides and washing everything from her brain. She answered his volley with her own, giving it all she had, finally relieved of the pent-up tension in her aching muscles.

When she finally found herself breathing normally again, she wondered if she had passed out at the height of the battle. Her mind went blank, she told herself, but she vividly remembered the flood of Tom's cum meeting the tide of her own and the snaking tongue in her ass that was present throughout it all.

She felt Al's hands kneeding the firm flesh of her buttocks, reminding her that he was still there. And she could feel Tom's cock slipping limply from her cunt. Al's fingers dug into her hips and she felt him pulling her up and back.

Jan's ass rose as Al lifted it to the right height, while her head rested on Tom's chest. Al eyed the fleshy mounds, then separated the smooth, white globes and stared at the buttonhole he found so captivating. He loved the way it blinked at him, frightened by his threat of invasion. Without hesitation, he planted his blunt cockhead at the entrance and smiled at the increased fear his knob created there.

The pink bud opened as he pushed forward. It was a slow, agonizing penetration that came to an end with little more than the very tip of his cock seated. He panicked, realizing he'd never accomplish this feat without lubrication, and he was already feeling the surge of his cum boiling and bubbling in his balls.

Again he tried to push forward and couldn't. The thought of spending his cum with his cock precariously locked at the entrance to her deep dark tunnel was more than he could bear, and he quickly plucked it out, hoping to ward off the explosion. Then his eyes fixed on another bull's-eye a few inches lower and he buried his throbbing shaft to the hilt in the heat and moisture of her cunt.

"Mmmmmm… that's better," Jan cooed, pressing her cheek into Tom's chest and breathing heavily again.

But for Al, the swishing sounds of the combination of her juices and Tom's, stirred by his pistoning shaft, reminded him that it was the other entrance he longed for, and he could settle for nothing else. He jerked his cock out swiftly, taking Jan's breath away, and planted it back at her unsuspecting asshole.

Al's cock glistened with lubrication now as the spear ran up the tight sleeve with much less resistance. He groaned, watching it disappear between the globes of white meat.

"Oh Al," Jan sobbed, once again finding the strength to flex the muscles in that tight sleeve, to massage and milk his pulsing cock.

Tom's mouth closed over hers then and she heard Al's panting, animal-like sounds ringing in her ears as he delivered his sperm up inside the depths of her clutching ass.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jan felt a strange, empty feeling in the house when she went downstairs to see about getting something to eat. It was getting dark and she realized she had slept past dinner. When she got to the kitchen, Tom and Al were going over some maps on the table and there wasn't any sign of anyone else in the house. Tom offered her coffee and toast, explaining that it was the only thing left.

"Pa thought it would be best if Al and I drove you to a spot where you could contact your husband," Tom said with a note of seriousness in his voice. "Everyone appreciates what you did, but Pa and Ma didn't want you to get any more involved in this than you have already. You know how Pa feels about lying. So he felt it would be best if you told the police everything… and just a little white lie about getting the money at gunpoint."

"Just don't tell them you did it on your own," Al added with concern. "Otherwise you'll get in trouble as an accessory."

"That's right," Tom said. "And Pa said it would be best if you didn't ask any questions or… anything… so you won't have to cover up or worry about getting caught in any lies trying to protect us."

Jan was too choked up to speak. She had dreaded this moment and wished now that she could remain with the group as David had suggested. But she listened in silence, taking the edge off her hunger with a piece of dry toast and the warm coffee. She knew there was no possibility of her staying with them and put the idea out of her mind.

This was it, she told herself as they drove in silence, feeling thankful that she was sandwiched between them for the last moments of her adventure.

Their final farewell came on a deserted road south of the old house. Jan's eyes filled with tears as she kissed Tom and Al for the last time and got out of the car.

"Just walk straight ahead," Al said through the car window. "You'll come to a gas station with a phone and there's some change in your purse to call your husband."

Then the car drove off quickly, leaving her at the side of the road alone, frightened by the darkness and crying. She remained motionless, watching the red taillights disappear in the distance.

The state police picked Jan up about an hour after she stepped from the car. She had called Charles and he sent the police to the phone booth to get her and take her to a nearby station. She went over the details of her captivity for the police, who knew nothing about her abduction, while they waited for the F.B.I. agents to pick her up.

Then she called Charles again, who had seemed too upset to talk when she had called him the first time. He was so anxious to send help that he almost hung up before she could tell him where she was. But on the second call he seemed to have gained his composure and sounded like the Charles she remembered.

The real test of her strength came during the long trip home with the F.B.I. agents. They wanted to know everything that had happened and the debriefing dragged on and on until she began to worry that she would tell them something she didn't want them to know; like how she really felt about the boys, or the details of their sexual relationship.

"Look, I'd prefer to just let it go at saying they molested me a little," she sighed, trying to put an end to that line of questioning.

"We'll be back tomorrow, Mrs. Latimer," an agent told her as they pulled into the driveway of her house. "You'll feel better after a good night's sleep. Perhaps you'll be able to tell us more then. It's important that we know the details of just how they treated you."

"Please don't make a big deal out of them molesting me a little," she sighed again, seeing Charles waiting at the front door for her. "You know how kids are… they're curious about… but I don't feel it would help anyone if I went into all the details of how these little kids… you know… tried to satisfy their curiosity."

As she got out of the car, Charles started down the walk to meet her. "Are you all right?" he asked before putting his arms around her and kissing her cheek.

"Yes. I'm fine," she sighed. "Just a little hungry."

"Great. I have a frozen chicken dinner in the oven," he said, leading her to the house. "I'll just pop another one in for myself and you can tell me everything that happened while you eat."

Jan was jolted to a halt and gave out a gasp at the sight of the graffiti on the living room walls. She had forgotten about that, and it came as a shock to her system to see it again.

"Did they… err… abuse you, Janice?" Charles asked feebly.

"Huh? Oh… no… er they were kids."

She fumbled for the right words. She knew that would be the first thing Charles would want to know, but she wasn't expecting it so soon. "Just little boys… the oldest wasn't more than eighteen…"

"Are you sure they didn't… well, you know… violate you?"

"Oh, Charles," she said, brushing off the question. "They were only young boys from an orphanage. They were tickled just to see a girl…"

His relief was apparent in his expression, she noted. Charles would never be able to adjust to the idea that his wife had been "violated", she told herself. And as she told him the rest of the details over dinner, he became more relieved to discover the couple in charge were very old and strict… forced into this crime out of desperation, and really nice people. "…Why they almost decided not to go through with it because Pa, that's what they called the old man, didn't want to lie to you about killing me if you didn't get the money."

Charles somehow seemed changed, she thought to herself, wondering if the experience hadn't been good for him too. He was very attentive for a change, trying to do everything he could for her, even rushing off to draw her bath when she casually mentioned it was the one thing she needed most.

Then he did something he hadn't done since their honeymoon. He remained in the bathroom as she undressed! He was chatting away, telling her his side of the story and not paying any attention to the fact that the room was brightly lit and she was undressing. She remembered how she had to practically beg him to take a shower with her on their honeymoon, and here he was staying in the bathroom without any coaxing. Very strange, she decided as she slipped into the bathtub and felt the warm water lick luxuriously around her body. And Charles watched every move she made, until the phone rang and he had to leave to answer it.

Once she was alone, Jan slithered deeper into the tub until the water covered her up to the neck. The warm soapy water was so sensuous, she told herself, she could almost feel it arousing her sexually. And the thought grew stronger as the warm water licked at her breasts and up between her legs like a tantalizing tongue. Her hands glided softly over her breasts, and then down to tease her clit.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught Charles returning from the phone call and she quickly eased her hands away from their chores. She got a twinge of a thrill from the thought that Charles had almost caught her with her fingers in the cookie jar.

"Who was it?" she asked softly.

"The F.B.I. wanted to know if you were feeling any better," he answered as he approached the tub and eyed her body in the soapy water. "They called their report in to Washington and it seems you weren't the first victim of this sweet old couple."

"You're kidding!" Jan gulped, sitting up straight in the tub, suddenly alert. "What did they say?"

"Washington says your description fits a couple they call the 'Ma and Pa Kettle Gang'. They've pulled the same routine six times before, in various parts of the country."

"I don't believe it!" Jan gasped.

"It's true. The other women gave practically identical stories as yours. Seems the old man and woman played on the victims' sympathies to get their cooperation. And since no one wanted the kids to get in trouble, they withheld information until it was too late for the F.B.I. to do anything."

"I still can't believe it," she said, her mind racing back over the events and hearing Al say something about her being an accessory. But she wanted most of all not to think it was a hoax.

"As soon as they get the money," Charles went on, "they leave the region. But the F.B.I. thought you gave them the break they needed when you described the car and the approximate location of the house. The other victims withheld those details at first."

"Will it help?" Jan asked, remembering it was Pa who said she should tell everything but the part about her snatching the money on her own. She had imagined he had a getaway plan and she had done exactly what he told her to do. But now she wondered if he hadn't brought about his own undoing.

"Not at this point," Charles answered. "They found the car a few miles from where they dropped you off and it didn't seem to have any clues."

Jan was relieved to know Tom and Al weren't in it at the time. She didn't want to be responsible for their capture.

"It was quite a well-planned operation," Charles added. "The old Chevy was stolen from a junkyard in New York about an hour after the original owner brought it in as junk. It was never, even reported as stolen. They probably had another car ready to pick them up as soon as they set you free."

"I don't see how they can get very far with thirty kids though," Jan offered her thoughts.

"Well, the F.B.I. found the house. It was an old abandoned military academy," Charles said, noting the surprised look on Jan's face, and finding himself enjoying the presentation of the facts to her. "They almost knew what to look for, since the old couple followed the same routine each time. So it wasn't hard to find the house with the information you supplied. But there wasn't anything of value there either."

"Then they must be hiding in another abandoned house close by," Jan said. "It would be too risky to move that many kids without drawing attention to themselves. And they must know the police will be looking for them."

Charles just smiled, pausing to give her time to think of another way to solve the problem of moving all those children. When it was obvious that she was unable to come up with an answer, he said, "That's what I thought. And you probably heard the F.B.I. agents calling in your details as they drove you home, because that's what they thought too. In fact, an alert went out to the police in every state they could possibly have reached since this morning… or more precisely, last night when you last saw all the children at dinner."

Jan's heart was in her throat as she waited for him to explain what he knew. She knew by the smirk on his face that he was saving the best part of the story for last and the suspense was killing her. "Well?" she finally asked.

"Well… Washington has come up with a pretty conclusive theory on how they manage the impossible task of getting out of a region with all those kids and not being detected… and the fact that you cooperated with their agents more than the other victims contributed immensely to their investigation. And I want you to know I'm proud of the way you handled yourself during this whole thing…"

"Charles!" Jan interrupted him.

"Oh yes… But first I should point out that the other victims were much, much older than you. They were all in their late fifties or sixties which is probably why they withheld information. They were more concerned with protecting the children than catching the leader…"

"…Anyway," his voice droned on, "Washington has the theory that the man and woman are actually related in some way to all the kids. They break into an abandoned home, make it barely livable and then their kin deliver the children. The parents then take off for nearby resorts… the lakes and what-have-you… When the job is completed, the signal goes out and the parents rendezvous with the old couple and pick up the kids and drive home. The police can't stop every car with kids in it… and everyone is safe."

"I don't believe it," Jan said, sinking back into the water. "Then it's almost impossible to catch them."

"I'm afraid so," Charles sighed. "They've even been able to dispose of the marked money in such a way that it can't be traced."

Jan got up and stepped out of the tub, noting that Charles ogled her naked body again, but finding herself suddenly more concerned with her own thoughts. When she got to the bedroom, she decided she didn't feel like putting on a nightgown. She felt Charles wouldn't object to it in his present state of mind. Then she began to wonder if this was the night for Charles to satisfy his weekly sex urge, but remembered it wasn't.

She propped the pillow up against the backboard, so she could sit up in bed and go over these new developments in her mind and try to sort out the truth from the lies. The feel of her own bed gave her pangs of delight. Then she quickly turned to the night table and took out her cigarettes. The first puff reminded her of Al again and she inhaled deeply, remembering the shower that had followed her last cigarette.

Charles had gone downstairs when she had finished her bath. He entered the bedroom now to give her another surprise; he was smoking a cigarette and carrying a drink.

"Janice," he said, as though addressing a board of directors meeting. "These past few days have had an effect on me that… well… has changed my whole life in a way. While you were suffering from the lack of decent food and your very life was at stake… I was indulging in self-pity. I just want you to know how proud I am of the way you conducted yourself. It took the F.B.I. to point out to me what an outstanding person you really are and I hope you will forgive me."

"Please, Charles," she said, trying to keep him from saying any more.

"As you can see," he continued anyway, "I started smoking and even drinking under the stress of it all…"

"Really, Charles, this isn't necessary," she tried to cut him off again. "Haven't I always told you you should let yourself go a little?"

"Well… I just thought you should know…"

With that he emptied the whiskey glass and walked into the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later he was naked. And the shock of seeing Charles walk around naked, with the lights on and in full view, left Jan speechless.

"Perhaps I cracked under the strain," he said, approaching the bed. "But I suddenly discovered I enjoyed a bit of self-indulgence."

"We all…" Jan started to say, but his hands came down to her face and he lifted it, choking off her words with an open-mouthed kiss. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she found herself coming to a kneeling position on the bed to alleviate the awkwardness of his position over her.

Still holding her face in his hands, he moved away from her mouth and, staring into her eyes said, "I've gone through hell, Jan. I only hope you won't hate me for giving in to these self-indulgent habits… but I couldn't help myself."

"Don't be silly…" she began, but found his stiff cock coming to her lips, then pressing tightly against them.

Charles looked down at the surprised look in her wide eyes and found himself forcing her jaws open with his thumbs. His cock slipped easily between her pouty red lips and she was suddenly entering the warm moistness of her mouth. He thought of Laura as his prong slipped deeper into Jan's throat and wondered what the great attraction had been for her. This was a real delight, he told himself as he watched her lips slip over his slowly sinking cock. That was the best part, he decided. To be able to see the shock on her face. Her wide eyes tantalized him with their helpless expression and fear of what he might do.

In all the years they had been married, Jan never realized that Charles was actually endowed with such a large cock. Until recently, she hadn't had the opportunity to see anything to compare it to. And she hadn't seen it close up in so long, she wouldn't have recognized it anyway, she told herself. But more important than the size was the way Charles was acting. A totally different Charles was now cramming his cock down her throat and she was taken aback by the sudden change in him.

"You probably think I'm an animal," he said, pulling his prick from her mouth.

"Oh no…" Jan said, choking on the sudden void in her mouth. "You've been through hell," she reminded him, trying to recapture the meat in her drooling mouth.

"You're right. But so have you," he said, gently pushing her back an the bed. "And I can't express the way I feel… about you… But turn over and I'll try to show you."

Jan found herself being turned over on her stomach and couldn't imagine what Charles was up to. She wanted his cock in her mouth again. Now he was making her turn over. It just wasn't like him to act this way, she thought, as she felt him coming up between her legs on hands and knees. Then she felt his cock poking at her cunt and realized he was going to take her dog-style.

"If you want me, Charles," she called back over her shoulder, "you'll have to kiss my ass first. Not on the left cheek. Not on the right cheek… but right in the middle."

"Do you mean like this?" he asked, dropping down and planting a kiss at the spot he considered to be down the crack far enough to cover her hidden asahole.

"Not quite, dear," she cooed. "Spread the cheeks and put it on the bull's-eye."

Charles did as he was told, though it wasn't easy for him to submit to her demands. He did manage to plant a tight-lipped kiss on the small pink bud and felt he had won his reward with that endeavor. But as he began to resume his position at the entrance to her cunt, she wiggled away from him.

"Tongue it, Charles. Tongue my asshole," she said, waving her ass before his eyes to make it more exciting. "If you want me… you've got to work for it… and you can start by French-kissing my asshole. Then if you're a good boy, I may let you kiss my honey-jar."

"Oh Janice," he sighed, dropping back down to the bud buried between the firm cheeks of her ass. "Whatever you say… I'll gladly do whatever you say."

"Tongue it, Charles. Give it all you've got…"

Charles twisted his tongue into a thin tube and snaked it into her ass, twisting and whipping it around the dry tunnel and buttering it with saliva. He could feel her body jerking and squirming and knew he was driving her wild with his recently discovered talents. And he decided to add a few new tricks to the act by slipping it out of her anus and driving it into her cunt, then out again and back to the blinking eye of her asshole.

"Ohhhh Charles… do that with your cock!" she cried, no longer giving orders, but actually begging for it.

"Like this?" he growled, jabbing his cock into her cunt first, then into the small bud of her asshole. But the tight tunnel offered enough resistance to make him linger there a little longer and he suddenly became fascinated with the tight fit of that orifice.

"Ohhhh yesss," she moaned, remembering a boy and his hunger for the feast her body offered at that opening.

"I'll be damned!" Charles mumbled as he watched his stiff rod sinking into the tight-fitting sleeve of her body. "Damned if it don't feel good… in there… never imagined it could be… done like this befoe… oh! Don't squeeze it like that! Stop that, Jan! You're squeezing the life out of me! Ohhh… Jannnn… what are you doing to me?"

"How's it feel in there, Charles? Does it make you want to show me what a terrible time you've had these past few days?"

"Your sucking the breath right out of me!" he groaned.

"Pull it out if you don't like it!" she cried back.

"I… I… can't! You've got me locked in there…"

"GO on, pull it out," she breathed, releasing her tight grip on his throbbing cock and straining her muscles now to expel him from the depths of her ass.

"No! No! Not yet… don't… oh, Jan! Why'd you put me out?"

Jan turned and pulled Charles onto the bed, pushing and pulling him until he was on his back and she had managed to straddle his waist. "You're an animal, Charles. But I'll tame you if it kills me!"

His eyes grew wide as he watched her fist his cock and start to impale herself on the threatening spike. He wanted to tell her how beautiful her body was, but couldn't swallow hard enough to get rid of the saliva that kept filling his mouth as he watched his cock being devoured by the hidden well of her body.

Jan smiled down at him and brought the full weight of her body down in one last, quick thrust, seating his cock to the hilt. She suddenly realized that she was experiencing Charles for the first time. Perhaps, she told herself, their sex life was just beginning. Like meeting someone new each night.

Content

George Perry
The willing wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT