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The Willing Wife by George Perry

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...hard er...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 didn't 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 for 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 puned, "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 fingers 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
roam, 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. When 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... Tommmmmm...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 shirt, 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."

"We1l... 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 exp1ode...
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 and 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 flickering 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 Cormmies 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 order 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...furthcr 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!Gie 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. "1 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 under-

stood 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 dosed 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," Torn 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 coining 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... mrnmm . . 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," Davids 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 finnly inside her. "Oh
Tommmm ...Tommmmm. . ." 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 aim 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.

CHASER 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.. .aboutyou...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.

THE END

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