Lorraine slipped away and said nothing, but felt her own body tingling with delight.
That night, when Anne went on a date, she called Terry to her bedroom and confronted him. He blushed furiously, unable to deny his incestuous conduct.
“You know your father would kill you,” Lorraine said.
The boy folded and began to cry. He could not find words to plead for forgiveness, but his young stepmother offered him an escape route. Lorraine had thought carefully. There was something she needed but had never dared to ask her husband Paul to do for her, but now she could make Terry satisfy her.
“Stop that sniveling!” she said sharply. “Take your clothes off!”
“Huh?” the boy gulped, bewildered.
“Your father’s going to be gone for two months,” Lorraine said as she peeled her dressing gown off and stood in splendid nakedness before him. “I don’t plan to stay alone in this room and listen to you fucking your sister . . . and I won’t go out and pick up a man. Keep it all in the family!” She began to tear the clothes from the astounded boy, and as his tight jeans slithered down his legs, Lorraine pushed him onto her big bed, and without wasting a moment, ovaled her lips and enclosed his penis in them, sucking on it furiously until he was long and hard and deep in her throat. Her tongue swirled with unbelievable expertise, bringing him to aching rigidity.
And then his beautiful stepmother rolled off the bed as he was coming on fire. She knelt across it, her sleek thighs lewdly splayed open, her pale-fringed pussy swollen with desire as she reached back to spread the quaking cheeks of her smoothly rounded buttocks with both hands.
“Now!” she moaned. “Now, when you’re good and hard!”
The still astonished boy dropped to his knees behind her. He grasped her writhing hips and, with one urgent lunge, drove his cock to the hilt in her wetly heated cunt.
“Not there! Damn it!” Lorraine cried in frustration. She pulled her ass cheeks even wider and thrust a finger deep into her tiny puckered anus, twisting it around. “Up here!
Unbelieving, the boy withdrew from her hotly clutching pussy as her hand grabbed his pulsating cock and guided it to the tight rubbery ring of her rectum.
“Ram it in!” his stepmother moaned. Terry Claff jammed himself forward and felt resistance, and then the parting of her anal flesh. Her puckering little anus was incredibly tight as she squirmed and humped back, and suddenly he was deeply embedded in her hot spongy flesh, and she was screwing back to absorb all of his throbbing cock. “Eeeeeyyaaahh!! Beautiful! BEAUTIFUL!! !”
After that night, Terry knew all he’d ever have to know about sex. But, in time, problems arose.
Anne fell in love with a Marine drill instructor and told Terry bluntly that the D.I. was fucking her so hard and often, she was no longer interested in continuing their incestuous affair. Occasionally she would yield to him, but not often enough.
To make matters worse, his father’s employers had changed his work assignment so that he was more of an executive and could spend most of his time at home, and Lorraine was afraid they would be caught and sorrowfully ended their affair. Terry was bitter and finally went to his father, politely asking permission to live alone for awhile and see if he could support himself.
Paul Claff, who had struggled for his success, felt any boy had a right to fall on his ass, so he gave permission for a studio apartment, providing Terry pay all his own expenses and keep up good grades in school.
The boy had done this, borrowing the first month’s rent and paying it back to him, and his father thought he was learning about life.
What Paul didn’t realize was that his wife visited the studio at least once a week, lay on her smooth belly and begged his son to give her what she yearned for so much . . . in the ass!
But sex once a week wasn’t enough for Terry, and from the first time he saw Sally Sue, he wanted her with all his virile youth . . . and instinctively he knew she was hurting for a man.
Well, in years he wasn’t a man, but Lorraine and Anne had taught him well. He was sure he could do anything she liked and do it better than the next guy!
In the nights he speculated how she was going to respond if he put his cock in her ass, or mouth, or pussy; even as he was balling a teenybopper who was just learning how to fuck and suck.
None of these giggling teenage girls were really worth a shit in the rack, and no matter how pretty they were, sometimes he had a hard time getting it up.
Terry wanted a woman who knew where it all was!
Like Lorraine.
Like Anne.
Like, maybe, Sally Sue!
And, although nothing had ever happened with them, and he made it a point to be pleasant and respectful every time she came into the pizza parlor and got into her show, he was hot as a forest fire in the piney woods of North Carolina. He sensed Sally Sue was as hung up as he was, and with wisdom beyond his years, he held back, looking for the key.
Now as he watched her circulate through the crowd, he loaded the thin crusted pizza with salami, green peppers, anchovies, sausage, eight kinds of cheese, red peppers and whatever else came to hand and slid it into the burning hot brick oven. It bubbled and rose to perfection.
Terry knew she’d take it home. He wished she’d take him home. Ball his ass off!
But the handsome youngster knew it was too soon . . . he would just have to wait, maybe catch the beautiful girl DJ in the right mood.
And then some clown came in and took her and the pizza away. “Shit!” he said.
3
Sally Sue signed off the show and forgot it. The computer would spin the taped yak-yak, and she was starving as Stan Oakes arrived at Rosie’s. The lovely dark-haired girl was salivating as she smelled the delicious Italian specialties; Darn it, she was hungry!
But this wasn’t the place to eat. They would be pestered by the kids and have no peace, and she needed to relax.
Relax? the girl asked herself. “I need to get laid!”
Even as the thought flashed unbidden through her mind, the lissome girl blushed. How could she even think of such a thing?
Yet she needed love so much, and love was a man, and a man had a penis that had to be satisfied.
Damn that fat old bag!
She knew she would yield. And perhaps it would not be too bad, with Stan. He was tall and slender, not exactly handsome but interesting to a woman, with his sandy hair, cool grey eyes and jutting jaw. She could just close her own violet eyes and enjoy!
Forget he was years younger, barely over twenty, while she was twenty-eight!
Sally Sue, with tears welling heavy in her eyes, decided.
“I have to feed the zoo, so I guess we gotta go,” she said. “Here come de pizza!”
At that moment, Terry arrived with a massive box that from the holes in the top exuded aromatic steam, saying “Hope you dig it, Sally Sue . . . it’s really loaded.”
“They’re always magnifico, Terry,” she said with a grin. “I’m bushed. This I will take home and love, cherish and devour like a tiger!”
With hurt in his eyes, the young boy watched her depart with Stan Oakes. He didn’t know Oakes, but he knew even Sally Sue couldn’t eat that much pizza alone in a week! And taking a good looking guy like Oakes home with her at this hour could only mean one thing.
He was fucking her.
“Shit!” Terry muttered, envisioning Sally Sue’s long sleek legs splaying wide, the guy ramming his prick into her beautiful little cunt and then the legs flailing and wrapping around his heaving back and her ass-cheeks wide open while her pussy sucked on his rod! It was getting to be a bitch, with Anne cutting him off and Lorraine showing up so seldom. He looked around the pizza parlor and fastened his eyes on a teenage girl who had been coming in frequently during the past few weeks. She was pretty, with good legs, a budding bosom and a curly mop of blonde hair. He knew her name was Virgie Green and that she had some sort of job at the supermarket down the street. She’d been on the air several times with Sally Sue. She was always alone, which seemed strange because she was a little doll. He had tried to collect her a few times and gotten nowhere.