The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling league. A half hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled out on the couch to wait for her boy friend. They were going to the movies.
Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her daughter on the sofa and stopped short.
"You're not going to wear that?" she admonished, scanning Judy's skin-tight stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed between her midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair hung straight, cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl anywhere.
"What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her mother.
"It's God-awful!" was all Arlene could say.
There would have been a heated argument – the two often fought about what constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl – but the doorbell rang before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed "Glad to meet you," at Arlene.
Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older and having a driver's license.
Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter's age. Frequently she would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it was the extent of Judy's, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was concerned about her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.
Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter… Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been screwing – they met an average of twice a week – his sex life had reached explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently than he could count, not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she'd taught him. In spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he'd had of late, he never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to be away on business so often. Good old Sam!
He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.
He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.
He was ready.
In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock because the sound might rouse the neighbors.
There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its origin.
"Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"
When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young, younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match, leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.
She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an ashtray.
"Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.
He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go, aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.
While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.
God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!
Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back, breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I got so hot waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you put it in me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest and talk for a while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?"
While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.
"Fine," he said in response to her question.
He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck sounded like just the right way to get the night started.
He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, "No, leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!"
She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear. She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now, and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew for certain – this fuck wasn't going to last very long. But that was apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No holding back.
Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up and grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa. Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.
Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina. She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance. Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.
The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt caused her to cry out – a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.
Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.
"Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved. "Now, now, now! Jam it in all the way!"
Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.
The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing against her moist inner thighs.
Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.
Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once every second.
A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. "That's it, Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes, lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to the carpet.
Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away. Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus. It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her deep-thrust digit.
His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her raging passion.
"Ffaaa… yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I'm going to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa…" she wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.
She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in Bill's ears.
She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.
Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of Barbara's cunt.
"Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww! Nownownow, give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh, gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"
After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch, rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.
Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her convulsions continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been deposited by the same couple over the past year.
With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful, Billy, just beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"
A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where. Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate details of his sex encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.
She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara's husband was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.
"Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that stuck-up bitch to spread her legs for you?"
Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had asked to borrow Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car stranded on the side of the road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her. When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety subsided. Molly's problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front seat of Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded when she actually returned the kiss.
"Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She reached into his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect penis.
"Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop me. I guess she needed it real bad."
While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs, toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.
She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was crying awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even say good-bye."
"Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to her. Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."
There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say something that was on her mind.
"Billy?" she said in a whisper.
"What?"
"I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-factly, studying his face to see what his reaction might be.
Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her, he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived, though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in her delicate hand.
"You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.
"I don't care," he mumbled.
"Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you. Tell me you want to hear about it."
He almost spoke, then held silent.
"Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail." She felt his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.
"Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.
"Yes!" he whispered.
"Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."
Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.
"Who'd you do it with?"
"Some salesman. I don't know his name."
The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't know sent waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, "Wh-where did he do it to you?"
"Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion which her confession was lighting in her young lover.
"Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.
"He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last statement was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she hadn't experienced for years.
"Did he make you come?"
Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up her spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her excited clitoris.
"Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm. Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled voice, "Yes, he made me come."
"How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were becoming more breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his incredible lust.
"We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and didn't want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.
"Did he… did he fuck you in the ass?"
"Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of excitement peppered her heaving belly.
This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.
He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.
"Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah… no, I want something else?"
"What else?"
"I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."
She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. "What do you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.
"I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly into her face.
They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the year they'd been having the affair.
It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."
They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her. Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.
"Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.
Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck, she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.
She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."
But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!"
Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum. Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.
Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.
While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her vagina.