On the other side of the room, just below the yellowed old calendar that hung from a two-penny nail, the month turned to March, 1962, Mark struggled to open his liquor-crossed eyes to stare at the mattress where Lydia was waving her ass cheeks in the air. He reached out his hands on the floor to support himself in one last effort to get to his feet, but everytime he turned his head his stomach started to revolt, sending a shot of warm saliva to his mouth in warning. Tomorrow, he promised himself, his eyes closing. Tomorrow he'd get in on the action.
Lydia wriggled until her knees were wide apart, her smooth white ass cheeks splayed open with the tiny rose of her anus centered above the hotly swollen lips of her wetly dripping cunt, she dropped to her elbows leaving her slowly-churning buttocks elevated high in the lewd invitation. Jim didn't see how he could get his long, thickly throbbing cock up into the tight rectal opening his girl friend offered, but he sure as hell wasn't going to turn down the offer. With a groan he knelt behind her, hovering over her subserviently positioned young body. He took his cock in his hand brought the passion-swollen knob to the little target and pressed forward.
Lydia moaned aloud and tried to screw her anus back onto his prodding shaft, but her efforts only dislodged the impatiently seeking tip, letting the glans slide down the crack of her buttocks and plunge once more into the well-reamed depths of her fourteen year-old cunt. Twice again the nervous youth tried and failed until Lydia, now beginning to grown in frustration, said to Kathy, "For God's sake, help him fuck it to my asshole!"
Filled with dread wondering what would stop these immoral teenagers and deciding nothing would, Kathy, afraid to disobey, took Jim's hot, slippery cock in both hands and held it tightly to the constricting ring of the girl's contracted anus. Jim grasped her undulating hips and held her tight.
Then he lunged forward with all the strength of his muscular young body.
"Eeeeeyyyyeee!!!!" the dark-haired girl yelled as she felt her rubbery muscle expand and yield – and his cock was in!
Almost bug-eyed, Kathy saw Lydia's tender rectum expand to many times its normal sized as the plundering glans of the blond boy's cock forced its way up into her tightly-constricted anal hole. She heard Lydia gasp in pain, yet saw her jerk her hips back to absorb even more of the unnaturally invading cock head. Jim paused for a moment giving the kneeling girl a chance to adjust to the anally-stretching intrusion, then pushed further up into the clenching confines of her rectum and slowly began to fuck in and out. With each outstroke, a ring of pink anal flesh clung to his cock, and then was pushed deep up into the straining girl's buttocks again as he fucked forward.
Back and forth he fucked his stubby young cock, each time going a little deeper up into her wide-stretched asshole, bringing along low moans of masochistic pleasure from Lydia.
The dark haired girl swung her hips from side to side and began to rhythmically rotate the creamy moons of her buttocks, wishing he would fuck his boated cock all the way into the butt of her spine. The initial entry was part that hurt – and it hurt like hell! But she knew that once his cock was fucked all the way up her grasping rectum with his balls flattened against her straining soft ass cheeks and his hard cock pushing almost into her trembling young belly, it would be good, even wilder than being fucked in the cunt! To urge him on she began to sway her impaled buttocks back and forth in time to his slow fucking movements up into her hungrily seething anus.
"Harder!" she gasped. "Deeper! Get it in meeee!"
"You asked for it!" the boy retorted, and put every ounce of strength into one great inward fuck.
Her eyes wide with disbelief, Kathy watched the entire length of Jim's cock slam up into the teenager's widely-stretched anus, and heard his cum-laden balls slap wetly down against the softly curling strands of Lydia's cum-soaked pussy hairs. From the way the raven-haired girl screamed, Kathy was sure she would faint, but instead she began to jerk and fuck furiously back with her hotly churning ass cheeks.
I can't believe it! thought Kathy, bug-eyed. These kids… and they are no more than infants… know more about sex than Art and I could even imagine!
Art…! Kathy clapped her hands over her ears! Art! In her lewd, new found sexual pleasure, as she responded to the girl called Lydia's perverted assault, she had forgotten him completely. Now she dared not think of him, think of how he would react were he ever to find out what had just transpired. Dear God! What had possessed her? What evil demon had taken control of her body and soul, leading her to such unexplainable depths of degradation? What? And why?
Wide-eyed, Kathy watched as Jim's rod of flesh drilled in and out of his girl friend's tautly stretched anus while Lydia tossed her blue-black hair wildly from side to side, her sensuous lips twisted in a grimace of pure animalistic ecstasy. It had taken her a hell of a long time to get this blonde haired boy to concede to fucking her in the ass, but maybe it was worth the waiting and the put-downs – particularly as the way things worked out, she had both Jim and the over-sexed cop's wife at the same time! The girl, gasping out her lustful pleasure, swept all thoughts from her mind except how good it felt to be obscenely fucked in the ass while the woman she intended to make her lesbian partner watched! She'd never thought that Kathy McGuire, wife of the blundering narc, would ever turn on!
Then the savage fucking had its effect on her straining body and she knew she was going to orgasm at any moment. Lydia cried out, "Jim, oh Jim… I'm cumming! Cum with me – fill my hot little asshole with your cum, you wild fucker!"
"You bet I will!" the nearly exhausted boy groaned, speeding his strokes, feeling the seminal fire race the length of his laboring cock and then begin to spurt into Lydia's tightly clenched anus.
Kathy had never seen anything like the way the two teenagers reached orgasm together. Their bodies twitched and jerked against each other, and she saw the boy's cock swell and spasm, and then the super heated gush of his white cum exploded into Lydia's obscenely milking anus, draining her lover of every drop of his adolescent semen. She heard the loud, wet popping sound as Jim finally pulled his flaccid cock from the girl's clenching ass cheeks, bringing with it a long thick string of cum that eventually broke and left a sticky stripe across the upturned buttocks and thighs of Lydia.
The entire lust-inciting performance had been something Kathy had never dreamed possible even in her most obscene dream. It was wild, something perverted farmers did to their sheep and cows, certainly not to women of stature. She covered her head with her arms, and heaved a suppressed sob of complete despair. Images of Art, proud and stern, passed before her eyes, along with an arrogantly leering Lydia, and a cruel, hateful Jim. They whirled in Kathy's tormented brain, chasing one another until at last everything dissolved in a blur of exploding confusion and Kathy fell into a light, troubled sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Art McGuire rummaged through his pockets for a dime and finding none, plunged into it once more and dug for a handful of change. Selecting two worn nickels, he headed for the phone booth for the second time that day. Certainly Kathy would be home by now. He only hoped she wouldn't be too angry when he told her he wouldn't be home until very late that evening… maybe not until the sun was sliding up to the up over the grassy rolling hills outside of Elston.
The coins tinkled into the machine, he dialed the number, staring out of the glass cage, watching a VW van full of teenagers make an abrupt, illegal U-turn in the middle of the intersection. Losing count of the rings, he finally gave up and slammed the receiver back on the cradle, waiting long enough for the nickels to tinkle down into the tray, then, scraping his fingers to retrieve the change, he dumped it in again, this time dialing information for Bill, the horticulturist's number. Repeating it over and over to himself until the coins were deposited a third time, he dialed the number. Helen, Bill's wife picked it up almost immediately.