Now holding her by the waist, balancing his feet and getting into the proper position, he positioned his penis at the entrance of her cream-coated anus.
Bracing himself, gritting his teeth, he slammed his coated cock so deep up into her freezing hot asshole, he was positive Mrs. Griffin could taste the peppermint.
When Jeff's third orgasm exploded deep up her anal canal and Mrs. Griffin was grunting like a stuck pig, the exhilarating and very refreshing aroma of the toothpaste mingled with the musty odor of the closed room and the rich, vibrant smells of hot vulgar sex and acrid human sweat.
Chapter 17
After Jeffrey cleaned out Mrs. James' bathtub, he sat on the toilet seat. He used her hair dryer. When he glanced around and saw all of Gloria's frilly underthings and negligees hanging; on the clothes drying rack, perhaps half a dozen pairs of ultra sheer nylon stockings and pairs of frilly, silky colored and very feminine panties, he marveled at the femininity of the female.
It sounded corny, he said to himself, but there was a tremendous difference between the sexes. He was just beginning to realize this at eighteen although since childhood and doll-playing days he was well aware of the vast differences between male and female.
Too lazy to go back into the living room to get his bathrobe that he'd forgotten to take with him, he picked out one of Mrs. James' silky, transparent negligees. It was pale green and so light when he put it on that it felt like a breath of balmy summer air instead of a garment.
Creeping silently through the bedroom so as not to awaken the sleeping beauties who were now both flat on their backs, their lovely naked thighs wide apart and their delicious cunts completely exposed to his appreciating eyes, he went into the kitchen through the parted curtains.
He sat at the table for a moment trying to make up his mind what he'd drink. He lit one of Mrs. James' cigarettes. Putting out the match he looked up. He could see both his sister and Mrs. James perfectly through a slit in the curtains. Instantly, his fingers curled around his limp penis and it gave a slight jolt.
Deciding he'd make himself a Bloody Mary, he thought about the recipe for a moment, then made one. Shaking it up, pouring it, he sat back down at the kitchen table. Sipping from the glass, his fingers once more curled lovingly around his thickening penis. The fact that he was wearing Mrs. James' sexy, diaphanous negligee was doing something to him. And he liked the unusual sensations!
Contentedly, feeling great after the bath and washing and drying his hair, he sat quietly masturbating as he stared absently at his nude sister and Mrs. James lying so peacefully on the bed in the other room.
When his cock became rock hard, he began to use the material of the pale green negligee, rubbing it over his naked prick, closing the silky material around his balls, rubbing the hem of the negligee over his face. It smelled of Mrs. James' exotic perfume. As he continued doing this, smoking, sipping from his drink, the thoughts of her being naked in it were very thrilling.
His thoughts flashed back to an experience told to him by one of the many boys he met in the last institution he and his sister, Beth had been placed in temporarily by their stepmother.
This fellow's name was Robert L-.
"My mother," Robert had told Jeffrey one afternoon they were sitting in the deserted cafeteria way in the back where they were accustomed to meeting for their private conversations the nuns couldn't interrupt, "well, she had this very good job as a seamstress for a theatrical company in the city. It paid terribly well and she loved it. You know meeting all the famous people, actresses, actors, all kinds of different celebrities who came back stage to shake hands with the actors in the plays.
"One day, she tripped and fell. She had a lot of trouble with her ankle from then on. It got so bad she finally had to have an operation.
After this, it never repaired the way it should have.
"So," Robert continued, "she had no choice but to leave this wonderful job. You see, she just couldn't keep up with the commuting. It was all too painful. Then she also had to soak her ankle different times each day and this was a pain in the ass in the theatre.
"She decided to take her savings and open a small custom, you know, specialized dress shop sort of thing right in our house. She converted the front room into this. Got mirrors, had a small dressing room built and a place for her sewing machine and all that junk that goes with a dress shop for elegant people. There was even a place where men could wait for their wives or their girlfriends while my mother fitted them, or watched as they tried things on and took in a stitch here and there, if you know what I mean?
"Well, I was going to school then. Things were pretty good. She was making money. We were getting along quite good after my Dad had taken off, see. I used to come home from school, do the supper shopping, do other things around the house, then get down to my homework before it came supper time and Mom would make dinner.
"One day I came home early from school. Mom was in what we called the "shop" with a rich customer. It was Mrs. Eckersly, wife of the biggest lawyer in our small town. Very pretty, even beautiful, and wow, very sexy. she was much younger than her husband and there were lots of nasty jokes about her running around with different men because the lawyer was too old to fuck her.
"Well, just out of curiosity, I peeped through the curtains. Her first name was Joan. Joan was standing next to my mother. Holy Cow! She was wearing only her brassiere and a tiny pair of white panties that only half covered her bottom. It was the prettiest half naked behind I'd ever seen, even in magazine photographs. Just looking at it made me real hot," Robert said.
Under the table (at the time) Jeffrey knew that Robert was fondling his penis as he told this story. Robert was just full of sexy stories and this was why the two of them often hid in the deserted rear of the cafeteria.
"Well," he continued, "I watched and watched. Pretty soon I was jerking off and having the greatest time. Then my mother put the dress over her head. As she kneeled alongside this Joan Eckersly, Mom said something about a "panty line" meaning that the ridge of Joan's tight panties showed through the material of the slinky dress and this wasn't in good taste. Something like that.
"Well, my eyes popped when Joan reached under the slinky dress and pulled down her panties. She tossed them onto the chair that sat in front of the kind of roomy booth Mom had as a dressing room. I could feel my heart pumping knowing that under the slinky dress, Joan was nude. I could imagine her little pussy, the hairs, her pussy lips. I could "see" her bare behind clearly. I jerked off and jerked off, having a wonderful time.
"After a few minutes, my mother told her to take off the dress. This time Joan went into the dressing room. I couldn't see her but I imagined it all. When she came out she was wearing one of the robes Mom kept in the dressing room for her customers to put on while they were undressed and she was fitting them. Manys the time I saw girls and women parading around with nothing on under this robe, the robe open lots of times and me staring at their titties and their hairy cunts.
"Well, there was a way you could see into the dressing booth and not get caught. Long ago I'd figured this one out and Mom never caught on to it. I could sit comfortably on a little kid's chair in the room next to the dressing booth (our dining room) and through a deep crack in the plaster see right in. I had a full view depending on whether I sat on the chair, kneeled down or sat down on the floor, depending on how the woman or girl was inside, you understand?
"Anyways, about Joanie, that night she left. And she forgot her panties. She left them in the dressing room on the little stool. I couldn't wait for a chance to get in and steal them. Mom had no idea they were there.