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Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 01

By: cantdog



"Now this is a check for the 'paper," she said, bending it and ripping it from the pad. She held it between fingers, though, and rummaged in her purse rather than handing it to him, so he waited. "And this," she went on, "this is another twenty for you, for doing such a good job. All right?" Both the twenty and the check passed to his hand.

"Wow, thanks."

"No, thank you!" She flashed a brilliant smile. "It's so cold out there in the morning all the time. Now, before you go, I have to show you something; come on." She led briskly to the front door, where he delivered the News. For Mrs. Gilbert, he put it between the doors, shutting it behind the screen door every morning. She was demonstrating.

"I get the door open, like this, and then look!" Mrs. Gilbert bent down and stretched an arm in on the jamb by the screen door. Her housecoat, pale pink and featureless, shrouded her bottom, which was up in the air. So there was nothing to see but pink cloth and a pair of feet at the base of the structure. "Do you see?" came her voice from behind the pink mass.

"I guess I don't; what's the problem?"

She straightened up, puffing air to lift a strand of hair off her face. "Well, for one thing, it's always cold and, ah..." she fluttered a hand at her chest, "you know." Mrs. Gilbert grinned at him as though they were sharing a little joke. "I'm still in my nightie, and the chill hits, you know?" His blank look told her plainly that he did not.

"Never mind, then, um, look! You do it! Open the door and go down to get the 'paper." He hesitated. "Just do it, it can't hurt or anything! Bend down and when you get down all the way, stop."

Mrs. Gilbert came up behind him and placed a hand on top of his hips, which made him jump a little. "My legs are longer than yours," she remarked, "even though I'm shorter. So I probably have to bend more. Don't you feel it, the stretch right back here and just there, excuse me, right there at the top of the thigh?" 

She illustrated, pushing fingers over the small of his back and then tracing a line between his buttock and thigh. He straightened again, pretty fast, a little pink in the face.

She turned her bottom to him and traced the same line on her own body with a slow fingertip, pushing her hip out. "Right along there, just at the very top of my leg..." Now I got him looking! she exulted. "Here, let me show you again."

Down she went again. "Come over and compare, I bet my legs are taller than yours."

He stepped in next to her. "Yep."

"Now feel right where I showed you. Put both hands on! Good, now I'm going to bend over again, and you hold on right there. Feel it? Feel the muscle stretching?"

"Uh..."

"Grab right on firm so you can feel, and I'll go again. Feel it?"

"...Yeah." 

"Want me to do it some more?"

"What? Sure..."

"Spread your hands out and cover the whole area. Now hold on, here I go."

As she bent her hips seemed to open and her pussy pushed bluntly out against his hand. He pulled his hand away so as not to be handling her there, but she reached behind and held his hand in against it with a cool palm.

"The whole area stretches," she said. "Moosh it."

"What?"

"Moosh it, move the flesh around. Good, one more time... Okay, now stay right there while I stand up some. There, that's about halfway, moosh it again."

"Like that?"

"Great, yeah, feel how it's soft now?"

"It was soft before, too."

"But it was taut when I was bent down, firmer than it is now. I'll do it again, moosh everything and feel the difference." A whole minute passed while she bent and came up a few times with the boy's hands all over her, probing and feeling carefully. 

"Anyway! You see what I mean, right?"

She stood and turned and he withdrew. He was agreeing, but in truth his brain had put out a sign, BUSY NOW, TRY AGAIN LATER. She concluded by requesting the 'paper be put entirely inside the house on the little table by the door, and eased him out the door and away.

Mary skipped upstairs to masturbate right then, not wanting to wait even a second. Poor Glenn had to wait until he got home. But there would be a next time, when he came around to collect again, and they both were looking forward to it.

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Glenn was eighteen, a little old to be a paperboy, but his little sister had scarletina and he was being a hero. There were some creepy characters on the route, some strange smells, and some hostility. But Mrs. Gilbert was in a class by herself.

Mary Gilbert heard the knock and recognized the shape in the doorway when Sunday arrived. Glenn was red-faced and tongue-tied, so sweet! She took her time fetching the money for him, basking in his avid gaze, conscious of his concupiscent attention. It was easy to feel that she could ask him to do anything, no matter what.

"Do you have something to say to me, Glenn?" she asked innocently as she passed over the money, but he denied it. "I'm sorry I confused you last time--"

"Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Gilbert!"

"Did you ever figure it out, what I said about the cold air down between the doors?"

"The cold air...?"

"Remember? I said it was always cold and the chill hit my chest?"

Something of the sort percolated up from the welter of emotion; Glenn was imagining he might be able to remember what she was asking about if he could only think a little better. "Mm." he said.

"Let me show you the nightie, you'll see what I mean. Come on upstairs, it'll only take a second." She chatted about the paper route as she led him up to her room. 

On the way up, he finally formed a good memory of her talk the week before about the chill hitting. At the top of the stair he told her he remembered, but he never did figure out what she had been talking about.

"Well, this will show you. My bedroom! And here on the chair is the nightie. See, this sort of thing is all I have on," she held the filmy gauze up to her chest, "when I come down in the morning. I was wearing this very one, the last time I talked to you! Just this and a little gauze panty to match, nothing else, under the housecoat... 

"Anyway, you see," she ran a hand inside it, "it doesn't cover much, and I don't have a bra on, of course, when I'm in bed. Understand?"

"I see, but what about the cold?"

"Well, it always makes my nipples stand up!" She laughed to see his face. "Don't you ever watch, in the frozen foods aisle at the supermarket? I thought all boys knew that trick! All the ladies bend down and their nipples get hard!"

"I didn't know..." he blurted.

"Well, you do now! I'm sorry, don't be upset--"

"Oh, I'm not!"

"Oh, good." She beamed on him. His eyes kept sliding away from her. What could he be looking at?, she wondered. She turned her head to follow his gaze. On the floor next to the bed lay her dildo! "Oh!" she exclaimed. But inwardly she was delighted. He'll be a while getting to sleep tonight, I bet! I'll tell him what it's for, it'll drive him nuts!

With an evil joy in her breast she bent down and plucked it up, holding it to her chest along with the nightgown. "I'm alone now, since my husband died, so I use this quite a bit; I'll put it away. It goes here in the nightstand, where I can always reach it if I want it." She spoke as calmly as she could, but he was shaken. He could only nod, not speak. She shut it in the drawer. "Haven't you ever seen one?"

He shook his head, eyes wide.

"They're called vibrators, they have a little motor that hums and makes them vibrate. Well! That's it, I guess! You have anything you want to ask me, now?"

With a sweet smile she took in the spectacle. Glenn was speechless. Looking at him, so disoriented and malleable, pushed her on to the next step.

"Poor boy, I've been talking over your head, haven't I?"

"No, I.. I get ya."

"So you know what I do with the vibrator?"

"Yeah."

"So where do I put it?" He made a strangled noise. "When I use it, what do I do?"

"Jeez, Mrs. Gilbert..."

"Go ahead! I take it in my hand, turn it on, and then..?"

"You put it up, up, into your, uh... vagina."

"I like to say pussy or sometimes box."

"In your pussy," he stammered.

"It's pretty realistic looking, but it's not as nice as a real one," she informed him. "Shall I show you?"

"What?"

"You heard me! Would you like to see me use it sometime?"

"Yeah, I guess... yeah."

"If you say please and call me Mary, I can do it right now. Glenn?"

"Please, Mary, show me."

"Naked or in the nightie?"

"Naked. Please, Mary."

"All right, this'll be fun! But you have to talk to me, answer my questions, okay?" He'd have hopped on one foot the whole time or chewed nails, if she'd asked for that.

"How old are you, Glenn?" she asked, "seventeen?"

"Eighteen."

"I'm going to take these jeans off, now; watch me." No snake ever held the attention of its victim more completely. "Am I pretty? You like the panties? I thought so. I liked your hands on me the other day. Put your hands on me again. Oh. Touch me, it's all right. Get right down on the floor and feel me.

"That's nice. No, be firmer but gentle still. Give me a little spank, baby. Kiss me right there. Firm. Moosh your face in, like this." She held his head and ground his nose into the strip of lace. "Ahhh. Now you do it... Nice." She let him nuzzle a while in silence.

"I'm going to take the sweater off. Do that again first, though... yeah. Are you getting hard yet?"

"What?"

"You said you'd answer my questions, Glenn. Please."

"Yes."

"Real hard?"

"Yeah."

"I want to see you hard, and play with it. Take your things off!"

She watched him get naked. He was perfectly hard and aiming almost at the ceiling. "Oh, Glenn, that's a nice one." 

Transfixed, Glenn avidly watched her get down and stroke him, cooing. She rubbed it in her hair, she slid it over her neck and cheek, she rubbed her breasts on it! "I adore it," she said, and it seemed to be true.

"Ask nicely and I'll kiss it," she offered. Then she made him ask her to lick, and finally to suck. She licked his balls without waiting for an invitation. 

Releasing him and standing again, she told him to take off her panties and lick her. He did pretty well. She kept up a stream of little instructions, customizing his efforts, and got a good glow from his mouth.

"I want you to put your fingers inside, too. Tell me what you are feeling; what's it like?"

He babbled a description. "Fuck me with your hand, Glenn. Lick at the same time. Yeah... you like that? Is it sweet?"

"I want to really fuck you, please Mary?"

"I'd love that but I can't get pregnant, you know. We'll need condoms, and I don't have any right now. I'll buy some for next time." 

Glenn made a vow never again to be without condoms. Never.

She extended herself on the bed and had him hand her the dildo. Telling him, quite needlessly, to watch, she fucked herself slowly with it under his fascinated eyes.

"You need to come, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mary, please, I--"

"Come up and put it in my mouth."

The conspirators satisfied themselves and then made a plan for the following week's collection day. Both felt they were taking great risks, and both felt the quality of their lives had improved by them.

The first Sunday had little effect. It was just a quick feel, after all; moving, but not changing anything fundamental. After the second Sunday, when so many virginities had been shattered, Glenn began acting differently. He was less tolerant of his father's ideas, for instance. He spent most of Monday looking at the girls in his classes in a new light, hearing nothing of his teachers; and, starting Tuesday, it made a big difference with Nan.

Nan, truth be told, had a secret thing for Glenn. She watched him doing track and field and lusted. She heard him read and speak in their English class, and thought him wise. But he was so comically awkward in her close presence that she had been reduced to teasing, mocking him and laughing at his discomfiture.

Leaving English class, she hung by the doorway and intercepted him. "Glenn, do you read poetry all the time?"

"Not really, but I like poetry." Glenn had read in class from Andrew Marvell, and done a creditable job, but Nan was sure she had a way to make him squirm.

"Do you read poems to your girlfriend?"

"I might even write new poems for a girlfriend."

"What?" This was Nan's friend Jackie. "Write poems for her? Who is it?"

"Who is it, Glenn?" mocked Nan.

"I haven't found a good one yet, but I wouldn't mind trying you."

"Holy shit," laughed Jackie. "He loves you, Nan!"

"Me?"

"I don't know if I love anyone yet," he told Jackie, "but if you're not busy," he asked Nan, "can I see you Saturday after breakfast?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"The only way to find out about someone is to see them more. Can I see you Saturday?"

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" She was still mocking.

"I can't tell yet. Maybe. But I do want to go out with you."

"What do you want to do?"

"He wants to make out with you!" Jackie announced.

"What's he doing? Is she dating him?" A circle of ten or so of their classmates had gathered.

"I got a chance to go sailing with my Uncle Doug on Green Lake. It'll be fun, and I'd love to have you go with me."

"The lakes are all frozen, Nan! He's lyin', he wants to make out in his room!" Jackie was always so helpful. The circle of onlookers giggled and waited, holding their breath to hear Nan reply.

"Okay. Has he got one of those ice sailing things?"

"He's got three of them, we can have one all to ourselves if we want."

"All right. I don't think we're going anywhere Saturday."

The little crowd buzzed with discussion.

"You'll need serious warm clothes. And bring slippers too, because there's a Franklin stove in the camp and we always warm up by the fire after sailing. I can just stop at your place and get you on the way out, okay? It'll be maybe nine or nine-thirty. Here's my number. Let me know."

As they left, Jackie asked in a scandalized tone, "Are you really gonna go out with him?"

Glenn was amazed to find that it went very well. He even got a couple of kisses by the woodstove-- you can't ask fairer than that.

He was still thinking about Nan the next morning, so that he had to actually see the Gilbert house in front of him before he remembered. 

Nan faded from his consciousness. He was so avid he hardly waited for invitation, but shouldered inside as soon as the door opened wide enough to let him by. Mary murmured a welcome to his back, and as she shut the door they faced each other.

"Kiss me," invited she, and he stepped into her arms. "More softly, relax your lips," she suggested, and gave kissing lessons for a minute or two. "Now let's get your coat and boots off, I want to play."

Mary considered her conquest with a critical eye. Nice looking kid, husky. And definitely

a virgin! Mary, you are such 

a lucky little slut! She exulted over the shoulders and hips on the kid, his soft smooth skin, and especially his utter obedience to her smallest wish.

Glenn had difficulty believing in his good fortune. He took the opportunity while removing his coat to drink her in. She must be thirty-five, he estimated, striking rather

close to the real figure. She really is gonna do it with me. Look at the legs! She's all right! I'm so fuckin' lucky!

"Want to go right upstairs and get started, baby?" she asked.

"Yeah!" She froze and looked disapprovingly at him. He caught on, though. "Please, Mary!"

Her smile opened up and she led the way up the stairwell. He was headlong and his face came right up behind her, so she stopped on the landing. "Reach under the skirt," she ordered. His hands slid up the thighs, one onto the smooth curves of her cheeks and one into the neatly trimmed hair. "You like that?"

"Yes, Mary. You're so beautiful."

"You're going to lick it and fuck it today. I'm going to take your cock, little boy. Lick me. On the asshole, right here on the stair."

"Yes, Mary." Just turning up the hem to expose it was a thrill; he performed this duty reverently. She told him to keep going, and he stood beneath her lapping her anus like a trained dog for a minute. She luxuriated in the sensation and in the feeling of dominance it gave her. She thought about Roxanne. "Tell me you love to lick my asshole."

"I love this. I love everything about you."

"If I brought you another woman like me, would you let us both fuck you?"

"What?"

"Would you let me share you with another woman?"

"Uh, sure! Please, Mary! Are you serious?"

"Certainly. You will do it?"

"Yes, I'll do that." 

"Wonderful! Next week, then, all right?"

"You'll have her here?"

"Yes, and you'll do whatever we say, won't you?"

"Anything!"

She nodded. "Good, then. Lick it some more, and then we'll go up." He rooted in between her glutes and she sighed happily. "You lick very nicely. Such a good boy! I want your cock now, though."

And he acted just as she would have wished, like a combination lap dog and dildo, for the next hour. Nothing was beyond his scope; she draped him over her naked lap and pushed the greased vibrator up his ass. After fucking him with it, she told him to hold it in while he licked her pussy. 

He had to keep it inside the whole time, humming, while crawling on his knees to the edge of the bed to eat her, but he took it all in stride, and when she had him lie across her again, he grunted his pleasure to be fucked once more.

Roxanne will love him! Mary thought, sliding the hummimg plastic cock in and out of the teenager's ass. And she's got a strap-on! It'll be delicious!

"Glenn, honey," she called gently.

"Yes, Mary?"

"Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Please, yes, Mary."

"I was sure you would."

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Monday the word had spread that Nan was going out with him. He had to confirm it a dozen times, but Lisa Fein surprised him. She cornered him at his locker.

"Renee says you're going out with Nan Helprin."

"We went sailing this past weekend."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Not yet, we only went out one time."

"So you could still go out with me if you wanted?"

Glenn had to reorient. "I could, we haven't decided anything. You want to go out?"

"You could come to my house tonight. I'll tell Mom you're helping with ancient history, and we'll go to my room. You got indie CDS? I got a stereo up there."

"I got some good music. Okay, tonight is good."

"So you'll come over?"

"Give me your number. I'll call if I can't make it. This is great."

"After supper. Bring Ancient History books."

"Awesome!"

So Glenn studied ancient history after school, up in his room. He made up a wallet of indies and accepted a ride from his dad. He went to the back door, because that's what you do in Maine if the house is expecting you.

Her mother Roxanne let him in, and he kept it bland and polite. Nothing must show that he was eager to be alone with her!

The older woman seemed snide, as though she wasn't buying it for a minute. She also asked, out of the blue, if he delivered papers. He confirmed it, and she gave him a searching look before releasing him to go up the stairs. She stood at the base of the staircase looking up at him as he climbed, and called Lisa's name to let her know he'd arrived. She was watching him all the way up until he passed out of sight.

It was a little spooky, but he lost track of the problem almost immediately. Lisa had plans.

They consulted over his CD wallet and her shelf of disks, and set up the music, first of all. Then she asked what he'd brought for ancient history.

"Let's set it up on the desk and the nightstand, so we can jump right up there if we have to," she suggested.

The decoy looked good, and they smirked at each other. "Gimme a kiss," he demanded in a gentle voice. She did it right away, and he gave her kissing lessons the way Mary Gilbert had done the day before. She reached in behind and unsnapped the catch on her bra, but he'd already snaked a hand in under it to palm the firm small tit.


Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 01



He proceeded as if she had signed up to be a slave, calmly demanding that she do things. "Pull that up and I'll suck your tit." Okay, she said.

"Now give me the other one." Okay, here.

"Mm, they're so sweet and pretty. Unbuckle my belt and unzip me. Now reach in and feel it. You like that?" Yeah! Can I...?

"Let me lie down, you come kiss it for me." Okay.

The evening was roaring along. Perhaps Mary Gilbert had createwd a monster. "That feels so good, Lisa. I want you to let me into your mouth. Just open and let it fuck right in..."

"Liii-sa!" came the voice up the stairs. Lisa's lips popped off the end.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Turn that down a little, hon."

"Okay, sorry!" She gave him an anxious look. "I gotta fix that, I'll be right back, okay?"

"That's cool," he reassured her. She smiled and got up to adjust the music. He watched her slim hips as she did this. "Lisa, I want to kiss your pussy one time, then you can suck me some more."

"I can't take everything off, Mom might come up."

"Okay, just pull them down and let me kiss it a minute."

"I can't believe you really want to do this."

"Open your knees more."

"Oh..."

"...That was nice," he told her after a long moment.

"Yeah."

"I'll do it more, but first you gotta suck me. I'll show you how."

Lisa pulled her pants back on and lay down again to suck. He gave her gentle guidance and soon she was driving him to a peak, bobbing steadily up and down.

"You know this will make me come."

"Good! Go ahead, do it!"

"You won't mind?"

"Nope, just come!"

"Okay, just lick the head and suck, oh just like that... oh Jesus, oh Jesus..."

Her brows knitted, she squeaked but clamped on and caught the unimaginable sprays of semen. What a weird flavor! And so much! This is so fucking hot! she thought. Look at him! He looks so funny!

"Oh! Fuck..." Spurt after spurt splashed on the inside of Lisa's willing mouth. "Get it all, Lisa, oh God that's nice..."

After a while, the spasms stopped. Lisa was entirely absorbed in the challenge of dealing with the flow, swallowing and sucking. She felt heroic.

"Come kiss me now, Lisa, that was fantastic."

"You really came a lot!" she blurted. They kissed. He tried to make his kiss expressive of his gratitude. He hugged her tight. She told him she'd never done that, which he already knew, since he'd had to teach her. "It tastes good, but it's different from just about anything."

He complimented her with sincere appreciation, but she was hearing only her own thoughts.

"You were, um... you really liked it, didn't you?"

"It's an incredible good feeling. Let me lick you and you can come too."

"Girls don't come!"

"You get the same good feeling though. Better, even, the books say."

"I getcha now, but get dressed in case Mom comes. What books?"

He told her some of the books he'd looked through at the library. She peeled her pants down to her ankles and let him inside her thighs, lying propped up on her bed with her heels hooked behind his shoulders. This is awesome, she thought. His tongue is all over it.

"I'm gonna lick you and use my fingers until you feel so good you lose all control! Wait and see, it's absolutely cool."

"Oh, careful, oh. Mm. Mmm!"

"Shh!"

"Okay. Oh golly, Glenn."

"Just relax and let yourself get into it."

To be penetrated is what girls do. She adjusted quickly and soon had eased into a monomaniac state, eyes glazed and mouth slack. He went intrepidly after it, using everything Mrs. Gilbert had taught him. Her pussy was hairier, shaven just along the sides and thigh tops for a bathing suit, and quite tight, but stretched just fine. She tasted sweet, fruitier and less musky than Mary had. He listened to her breathing getting shallower and swifter, and worked with a will.

All the same, it took almost thirty-five minutes to bring her off. It's something you have to learn, and it takes a lot of trust. He would have done it indefinitely, though; he never put pressure on her to hurry it up because he loved being there. And she relaxed, ultimately, and gave her pussy over to him, bucking into his face and bruising his upper lip. 

When it looked like Glenn would go with Nan, she'd stepped in. Trusting him wasn't hard; they'd been friends since second grade. Their sexual experiments this evening had progressed so far in such a short time, but Glenn made her comfortable with it, and the feeling of being kissed and licked was very sweet. The electric and almost sizzling twinges he caused made her pull away at first. But the more he did, the more it was like being suspended, effortlessly, in air, but over a hot surface. 

Each time she relaxed, that is to say, she'd contact the heat again. The strength of it would tense her up, but relaxing again would bring the hot feeling again. Her deep knowledge that Glenn meant her nothing but good let her embrace the heat and have a huge and unexampled ecstatic moment of utter beauty. It caused her to make violent, almost convulsive greedy clutches at his head and face with her whole body.

It shocked her to be taken over altogether by a feeling in that way; it robbed her of breath, she had to come back to the familiar room from some other space. 

And there he still was, making love to her. Lisa was hooked.

After a certain peak seemed to Glenn to have passed, he disengaged and lay stroking her baby-smooth thigh. Her soaked black pussy hairs stuck up crazily around the stretched and open slit. He was happy and smug. Her scent filled the room, or seemed to; was it just that his face was covered in it?

"You dug it, didn't you?"

"I never knew...!"

"I'm so glad you got one."

"You just keep right on reading those books! That was amazing."

"Rest a bit and you can suck me again."

"What time is it? Oh. That's not bad." She pulled her panties on, presenting a charming picture of squirming girl, but it was sad to see it covered up.

"Wo," he exclaimed, checking the clock in his turn. "It did take a while, didn't it?"

"We still have a lot of time before you have to go." She zipped up and straightened her clothes, still tingling with remembered pleasure.

"Mm." He grinned into the starry brown eyes, feeling heroic.

"Let's make another date!"

"I don't mind. When?"

"Tomorrow?"

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"Excuse me!" There is a tone these words can have which makes them sound just like an upper-class Hey, you! The dark woman, nearly forty perhaps, who spoke them to Glenn made them sound that way. 

It was forty long minutes after the newspapers had hit the pavement at five in the morning, and it was dead cold and still. In the leafless landscape, someone would have had to be hiding on the ground behind a snowbank to escape being seen, and there was no one in sight. All this, and being earnest, and being on the job, so to speak, convinced Glenn to turn and give his attention to the woman. 

A soft blow, as if guilt were wearing a boxing glove, struck his belly. It was Lisa's mother, in a car with the motor running. She was sixty feet away, but where was he going to hide? He walked over toward the open window trying to project an air of friendly helpfulness, but she had him go around and get in on the passenger side.

Great, it's Lisa's mom. I'm hip deep and goin' down. So ran his thoughts, which were

defeatist, but one is young. It didn't appear to him that this could possibly be a good time, and he might be in real hot water.

"Mrs. Fein! I'm Glenn Svoboda. What can I do?"

"Glenn. That's the name." She pursed her lips tight and then took a breath. Looking him in the eye again, she drove his optimism away in shreds. "I'm Roxanne Fein. Did Mary Gilbert give you my name?"

"Mary Gilb." He was sure she had to hear the whirr; his mind was racing and an impulse to flee came over him. "No. She said another woman. Just 'another woman like me.'" 

He saw the situation all at once, but he couldn't foresee the consequences.

It would sure be easier to have a lot of mindless sex with her and Mrs. Gilbert if she wasn't his girlfriend's mother, and he was trying to cast the problem into her point of view. He was sitting immobile, trying to think in spite of the adrenaline.

"You got ice in those veins, don't you? So now you know, what are you thinking? What do you have to suggest?"

If it bothers you why not just tell Mary, "No, thank you"? "Didn't you tell her no?"

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Listen, you little ape! I have a fairly good idea what sort of pervert you are when you're with Mary! And now you're seeing my little girl! Well, not any more! Is that clear enough for you?"

"All right. I'll have to tell Lisa I can't see her any more." Glenn was capitulating, so her reaction surprised him.

"Don't you threaten me!" Roxanne drew herself up, enraged. But the boy was stung by her tone of mastery, because he didn't feel he was under her authority. His eyes narrowed and he, too, straightened in his seat and met her eye. It gave her doubts. 

Maybe he really means it, she told herself in sudden anxiety. He kept eyeing her defiantly. Her flush left her face and she went pasty, wide-eyed. "You wouldn't dare!" she quavered. She slumped away from him; her shoulder came up against the window opening behind her.

Watching her wilt, the nonplussed paper boy tried desperately to imagine what had caused it. Then he knew, and it showed in his eyes. Roxanne misinterpreted him again and drew new fear from them.

"You can't tell her, you can't," she blubbered, confirming Glenn's ideas completely. She was afraid he'd tell Lisa the reason her mother didn't want him to see her, that he'd blow the whole thing wide open. It had never occurred to him to do anything of the kind, but he decided to use her fear.

"Let me tell you what I want, Mrs. Fein." The words sounded so firm! He was feeling new confidence just hearing how steady his voice was. She looked rabbity, hunkered against the door. 

The body language of victims brings on more victimization.

"I want everything to carry on. I want you to be there at Mary's this Sunday."

"No!"

"Oh yes."

"How can I do that?"

"You were going to do it, weren't you?" he sneered.

"Yes, but...now..."

"I'll pretend I don't know you, if you like. Then just carry on!"

She appealed to him without speaking, a novel thing from someone his mother's age. But her sad little expression bought her no mercy. 

"Well?" he prompted.

She cast her eyes down, about at his knees. "All right," she whispered. The sound of that whisper stirred another emotion in the young man. 

He felt it especially as a sexual surrender. In fact, she was agreeing to let him have her! A flush mounted his cheek, he tingled with it, his cock stirred.

"It's nice and warm in here, if you shut the window," he said with a tight throat. She darted a glance at him like a doe in the headlights. "And the street is empty."

"Please, no, not here!"

"Show me your tits, then, and that will be enough until Sunday." He'd learned the tone from the commanding voice of Mary Gilbert as she'd put him through his paces.

"Oh, please!" she whispered, but she was already fumbling to unbutton herself. He sat and waited eagerly. She exposed her bra and pulled the cups down, looking away in her humiliation. He fondled them and then moved his hand to her chin. She turned her head to face him.

"Do I know you when we see Mary?"

"No," she replied. He let go of her chin and opened the door behind him.

"Okay, good," said he. He got up and left the car while she covered herself.

He had a lot of thinking to do, but he held his breath. Once she drove off, he could allow himself to feel his enormous relief.

____________________

That afternoon he rode the bus home with Lisa, and walked into her kitchen with a hollow, suspenseful feeling in his gut. What if it occurred to Roxanne to call his bluff, talk to his mother or something? All she had to say was I just don't believe that he is suitable for her and he'd need a new girlfriend. But when Lisa called out gaily to her mother, bringing her in from the front rooms, Roxanne's haunted eyes told him clearly that he still had the upper hand.

"I gotta put my books away upstairs, Glenn," said Lisa. "Have a coke or something. Get me a glass of white grape juice, m'kay?"

"Sure," he said, smiling at her. He watched her little bottom as she swiftly stepped away, unworried whether her mother saw him or not. He addressed Roxanne in a polite tone. "Excuse me, Mrs. Fein, I'd like to get into the 'fridge."

"I'll get it for you," Roxanne said, and she inserted herself in front of him.

"Thank you," said the young ape, and he stepped in closer. She was slightly bent over to get the bottles out, and she was wearing gray serge slacks. Insolently he palmed the ample curves through the gray wool. She stiffened and the bottles clinked, but she held still for it, not even turning to look at him. 

He held her warm hip steady with one hand, and the other slid purposefully downward and poked at the top of a thigh. Her foot moved over to open her stance, and she braced herself with a hand on top of the refrigerator. Unhurriedly he cupped her pussy and felt the lips of it slide against each other under his hot fingers.

She whispered a small blashemy, but stayed still. He worked her some more, then gave her buns a little spank and stepped back. He set about removing his coat, looking at her body openly.

She said nothing but prepared the drinks. Setting them before him, she took his coat and hat and hung them in the closet in the front room. Looking up the stairway, Glenn called, "Want me to bring them up, Lisa?" She brightly said yes. The scene with Roxanne didn't seem finished, yet, though. He spoke to her in a low voice:

"Come here."

"What?" she whispered, coming closer.

"Rub my cock, make me hard. Right now."

"Oh! Why? You're not--" Horrified, she pictured him using it on her little girl after she'd prepared it. She felt helpless and overwhelmed, but also there was a tingle of satisfaction. Something about it met a deep need in Roxanne.

Not the details, especially not the idea of her daughter's debauchery, so much as the simple fact of being forced-- of having to take it, as Roxanne would have put it. If you aren't making

the decisions, the sin belongs to somebody else. And you can do anything with never any blame, never any guilt-- freedom, and absolution. 

Roxanne was a sub. But she felt guilt about her girl.

"Roxanne! Rub it with your hand!" He used a louder stage whisper, and with a swift glance up the stairs, she quickly leaned in and did as he said.

"I do look forward to Sunday," he remarked in a satisfied tone as she worked on him. "Don't worry, Lisa is still innocent, Mrs. Fein." Leaning in, he spoke very low and lied very earnestly. "I don't need to do anything like that if I have you."

She met his eye, filled with a sudden hope. It was in fact a very kind thing to have done. Even little weasels like Glenn may be kind, evidently. Not that it cost him anything-- au contraire. But then, why do you expect a kindness to always have to cost something?

"Tell me you'll suck that this Sunday," he went on.

"I'll suck it, I'll lick your balls," she whispered.

"Oh yes," he said. They had locked eyes.

"You can fuck me," she told him, slit-eyed, her hand slavishly stroking his crotch. Her voice was husky, she swallowed in a dry throat. Suddenly she was quite aroused. "You can spank me."

"Where the heck are you?" came a youthful voice from above. Both of them were looking at her when she stepped into view. "C'mon up! It's okay, isn't it?"

"Oh, sure," replied her smiling mother. She patted Glenn on the bottom and watched him ascend to her little girl. He had a raging erection, but she was filled with relief from the specters she'd been imagining, all the same. 

She just had to believe, because she wanted to so badly.

"Gawd, Glenn, look at you! You're hard as a rock!" Lisa whispered. "My Mom will see, if you can't control it any better than that!"

"Sorry!" he said.

"I got just the thing for that, though," she said, ardently eyeing the tented trousers.

"Oh, good, we can't have me walking around like this," he whispered back, and they shut the door of her room in happy conspiratorial laughter. 

She took the drinks and laid them on a little chip table, then dropped to her knees and sucked.



Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 02



Glenn was not distracted by visions of Nan this time. His imagination never left the Gilbert house. He could hardly keep himself from starting his collections first thing in the morning; and when he did start he went through them impatiently.

Finally, he was knocking on the pivotal back door, having seen the Fein car in the drive. A shadow appeared. The latch clicked. He looked up.

"Hello, Glenn. It is Glenn, isn't it?" It was Roxanne in a sheath dress, slit high to the point of the hip, a deep purple red with moiré swirls in it. She was absolutely purring.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in a high, clear, boyish tone. He had selected his role: the boy being initiated. "Is it okay to come in?"

"Please do!" Roxanne stood aside and gave his hand a grateful squeeze before turning to speak to her hostess. "It's the paper boy, Mary," she said mockingly.

"I love the paper boy!" exclaimed Mary. She arose and came over close to him. Don't I, Glenn?"

"Yes, Mary," he replied. He looked at Roxanne again, and Mary introduced her as Roxy.

"Now, if you could have us, both of us, do anything at all, what would you want, baby? Don't be shy." Mary watched him flick his gaze back and forth.

"Well, first... I want Roxy to lick my balls... and my ass, too, like especially... while you suck me!" 

"Aren't you bold!" Roxy exclaimed.

"He's blushing!" cried Mary, delighted with her amusing pet boy.

"I can do that," Roxy said. "Take your clothes off and let's get started, little man. You want a tongue in your ass, you want your cock sucked?"

"Please, Roxy. Please, Mary."

They laughed and led him into the living room. "Put your clothes on the wooden chair, there," suggested Mary. "We were having a drink, would you like one? I mixed margaritas!"

Glenn disrobed before the two women, considering, but vetoed it.

"Margaritas make me thirsty," lasciviously amplified Roxanne, "I wind up wanting to suck something, every time." They laughed again. Roxanne, especially, was pretty loaded. They both sipped and eyed the increasingly naked boy with unbridled lust. 

Glenn, completely nude, stepped one leg up on the sofa cushion and set his fists to his hips. "Come and suck me," he said.

Mary reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, which had been blue satin, as elegant as Roxanne's but less sexy. She didn't want to wrinkle it, but Roxanne was eager to satisfy and just dropped and crawled under him. She lapped across his anus and probed with a rough tongue at the back of his bag. Mary stood in hose, heels, thigh garters and a necklace of little aquamarines and draped her dress over his jeans. Instead of stooping to suck she put one leg on the couch, herself.

"Lick me first," she requested. Her auburn hair was trimmed to frame the dark pussy lips, which hung slightly open. Her hand touched the back of his head, the perfume of her greedy sex rose into his face, and his mouth in response closed on her tightly.


She felt the first rapid flicks of the little tonguetip strum her clit. "You are a marvel, Glenn," said she. Roxanne was striving meanwhile to abase herself; she was sensuously reaming him in and out with her stiffened tongue, clasping his hips in both hands. He could never have imagined such a thing before.

After a minute, Mary stooped and took his cock to the root in her mouth. It was angled so stiffly upward her forehead pushed into his belly. Glenn put a hand on top of each head and closed his eyes in bliss.

Before long he had to lie down. He put a leg over Roxanne's silk-covered shoulder and mewed with pleasure as the two old sluts devoured him. "I'm gonna come, Mary!" he gasped.

"Come," she told him around his cock, and so he let her have it with Roxy up his ass, drooling on his leg and grunting. Mary whined in her nose and swallowed, while he made his own animal noises with each shot of cream. Glenn's orgasm came in freight-train spurts, the sensation was so strong he shrieked aloud with each one as it rocketed out through him. Roxy's tongue seemed to have found his weak spot. It was a fine beginning and they were all ridiculously pleased with themselves, but Glenn lay panting for some time, tingling and reluctant to move.

"You got that vibrator, Mary?" Glenn wondered. He wanted to explore further the connection between his ass and that kind of almost unbearable come. 

"I got better than that! Wait'll you see! Can I get it, Roxy?"

"Okay."

Mary rose to her feet and storked out in her heels. "Suck me a little, Roxy, and let me see your pussy," Glenn said. Roxy complied at once and let him finger it while she worked. Mary came in with the strap-on all buckled tight, bobbing permanently stiff at the front of her hips.

"Now we can fuck you right back, Glenn. Like it?" Mary stroked it like a cock with her hand and turned sideways to show it off.

"It gives me an idea," Glenn said. Mary laughed, mocking.

"I just bet it does," she said. Roxy kept up a steady blowjob and her hips writhed on his meaty fingers.

"I'll lick Roxy's ass until it's wide open and soft and then I want you to fuck it with--"

"It was your ass I had in mind," chided Mary, clutching the plastic strap-on and standing akimbo.

"No, I want it!" said Roxy, but her face was red with shame.

"Really?" Mary was not expecting to hear that.

"And I'll lick her while you fuck her up the ass," continued Glenn. "In your room, in front of the mirror so we can all watch it going in."

Mary ignored his idea completely, and frowned a little. "Are you sure, Roxy?"

"Yes. There's lube in my bag."

"You can fuck me with it afterwards. Please, Mary?"

"All right; sure. Why not?" She clicked off to get the lubricant.

Glenn tapped Roxy gently on the thigh. "Up on your knees so I can lick you," he ordered in a soft voice. She braced herself and pulled the dress up out of his way, then lay her head on the rug with her ass high. 

"Pull open a little," Glenn said. Both hands laid enameled nails on her cheeks, which she pulled away from each other to reveal her defenseless trembling anus. Glenn just looked at it, letting the moment of her submission extend. "Is that ass mine?" he whispered.

"Yes. It's yours, I'm completely yours. Fuck me any way you want. Please. I'm all completely yours, in every way."

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Roxanne."

"Oh, yes. Oh, thank you."

He leaned languidly forward and ran his tongue over it. Twice, three times. Mary came back in and stood watching for a beat. Glenn looked up around the curve of Roxy's buns. "Make her suck that while I get her ready, Mary! Please?"

Mary was a little bit puzzled, but given a dominant task to do, she set her doubt aside. Dropping to her knees in front of her friend, she told her, "Suck me, slut," and Roxy gave head to the plastic with tears on her closed eyelids. Mary's eyes narrowed. 

"Get it nice and wet, 'cause it goes right up your ass next, understand?"

"Yes."

"Pull that ass open more," barked Glenn.

"Yes. Mmp."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass raw," spat Mary.

"It's almost ready, Mary," said Glenn. "Relax it, slut!" He was taking his cues from Mary. It seemed unnecessary to insult the woman, but it did seem to make Roxy hotter.

"Suck," breathed Mary.

"All right, give me the lube. I'm greasing you up, Roxy, just relax, baby, and I'll lick you while you take it from behind. Come on around, Mary, she's all ready."

Roxy's mouth popped off the end of the thing and Mary came around, finding a place to put her knees and holding on to her friend's hips. Glenn scooted in under Roxy, moved the silk aside and got up on an elbow. "Can you reach my cock and suck it, Roxy?"


They didn't have the mirror but it was quite a sight. Mary swived her with an enthusiasm Glenn didn't know she had in her, watching the two of them eat each other.

Glenn found Roxanne's black-haired pussy to be much like her daughter Lisa's sweet dark equipment, and it gave him heavy flows of slick musky juice. He came in a spurting flood inside the woman's warm throat watching the cock-toy slam into her ass deeply, over and over.

After he'd come, Roxy kept sucking and Mary showed no signs of letting up. "I'm jealous," complained Glenn. "I want Roxy's place! Let's you and me flip over, Roxy, and Mary can fuck me for a change! Please Mary-- lube me up and fuck me?"

Mary agreed and fell to opening his ass by hand as soon as it turned upward. She rolled lubrication into the target between the plump rosy mounds and placed the strap-on. He lifted his head from the dark pussy. "Do it, Mary," he said. The plastic cock slipped in and Mary got her wish.

Roxy came soon after the insertion, with his cock in her mouth, watching Mary's hips and stocking-clad legs pump the enormous shining thing into his insanely stretched rectal passage. At the moment she came, her thighs clutched Glenn's skull hard enough to make it creak! She shuddered helplessly, choking on her own spittle and grinding her pussy onto his nose and mouth.

When they disengaged, her purple silk had pulled a seam open, but she removed it without comment. For the first time her breasts came to view. 

The dildo levered out of him and Mary straightened up. "If you take that off, I could eat you, Mary," he offered. "I want to fuck Roxy's ass, anyway."

"Can we take a break first?" asked Roxanne.

"I think Mary's ready to come, but rest if you want."

"Thank you."

"Come let me eat that poor neglected pussy, Mary, please?" Mary was already letting fall the straps, and came forward eagerly. He tenderly guided her to sit on the couch and crawled in between her knees to give her a climax. Roxy watched and rubbed her anus with her fingers, sipping another margarita.

From her point of view, things had gone well enough. She was coming to love the boy's hard little body, but her anus felt a bit abused. If I'd thought it through, I could have accidentally left the thing at the house. But Mary wanted to fuck the kid really bad. 

She shrugged the whole problem onto Fate's shoulders and watched him driving Mary into a better place with his talented mouth. The kid can eat a girl out, for sure. Her daughter would have said the same.

Mary came with abandon, aquamarines rattling, sucking on her lower lip with her fingers tightly hauling on Glenn's hair. Her breasts shook and heaved. His cock was very hard again and pulsed with his heartbeat as it hung angled strongly up along his taut nearly-hairless belly. Like a dog's, Roxanne mused.

It looked pretty fine. And Lisa's safe. Life is good, she told herself, stroking a nipple and taking a tongueful of salt off the rim of her glass. He'll want to fuck me soon. I guess I'm ready; it's a lot smaller than the dildo. Look how hard he is. And what a pretty little bottom!

Glenn sat back on his heels, his cock pointing up, watching Mary catch her breath with a big smile of triumph on his young face. "Can you take it in your ass, Roxy?" he demanded. She nodded. 

"Then, after that, I'll want a break, but I haven't fucked any pussy yet. I'll have to fuck you both before I go."

"Let me take the couch, Mary," Roxy said. Mary swapped seats with her. Roxy lubed her ass with one slim leg held somehow far back behind her shoulder, then lifted the other leg, crossing her ankles behind her head with her shoulders wedged in behind her knees. It's the pose called the Oyster. 

Her butt hung just over the edge of the couch and she smiled invitingly at the boy as he stepped up to her.

I'm fucking her ass, whether she likes it or not, he told himself. Right now I can get her to do anything! He placed his rock-hard spike and slid it into her rectum with a soft push of hip. 

The lubricated tube of gut clung deliciously to it, the woman's mouth opened and a hint of alarm came into her expression. He walked it forward and back and savored the luxury. Oh, yeah: I'm gonna come fast in there!

"Roxy! Tell me what you want!" his voice held mockery, but she crooned rhythmically I want! my ass fucked!  Fuck me! in the ass!  Oh, God!  I love this, fuck me in the ass! And before long she believed it herself; she began to hump herself onto him deeper with a rocking motion, her eyes went blank.  Oh please, just do it; fuck my ass, fuck me!  Fuck me in the ass!  I love your sweet! sweet little cock...!

The boy's whip-tight young muscles responded, sweat flew off his hair. He jammed his slim cock to her hard and fast. 

He panted, open-mouthed. Mary took a turn comparing him to a dog, from her place on the chair across from them. Fuck! my ass! Slam-slam! So fast-- and almost mechanical! Mary congratulated herself again. The paper boy was a hot ticket.

It was disquieting how Roxanne had turned into his slave, though, and right off the bat, too. Mary had imagined the scene with the boy submitting utterly to the two of them, and he'd been in charge from the first. 

How did he get her to cave in like that? was the way the question formed in her mind. She didn't take as much note of the fact that she, too, had done only what the boy asked her to. But the sight before her on the couch distracted her and she shelved it. 

The boy was coming, noisily; grunts and groans announced each wad of cum he sprayed into Roxanne's slave asshole.

"Oh fuck, Roxanne! Uhh! Motherfuck! God, your ass is so fuckin fine!"

"I'm glad, Glenn, come in me, come hard." Roxanne gazed devotedly at her youthful conqueror and accepted his sodomizing as release. She'd hypnotized herself into utter slavish abasement, folded into a pretzel for him and prepared to do whatever he needed her to do.

She wasn't entirely alone. When he pulled his wet cock from her friend's gut, Mary held her breath, waiting without realizing it for the eighteen-year-old's next command.

But all he said was, "Whoosh! I need to rest a minute." His gaze turned to Mary, who straightened up and looked expectant. "Wanna lick?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, and she crawled on her knees to him. He stepped across her and guided her head with a casual hand. From underneath his straddled legs she twisted herself to be able to tongue-bathe his crotch. 

Roxanne uncoiled and stood to stretch. She was much happier getting buttfucked by a real cock, especially a nice slender one like the boy's. The dildo had been brutal by comparison. She watched Mary lap him, feeling well-fucked and languid. Glenn reached for her chest, so she bent to offer her left breast to his mouth.

"Sweet boy," she murmured.

Quite shortly he dismissed his harem and sat to rest. He planned to fuck both women for the finale, and he idly fantasized various ways of doing that. In the meantime, the women took a breather and mourned Roxanne's cocktail dress. 

Women look so good, just lying around naked, he luxuriated. Wouldn't it be nice to always... no wait. His aunt Hannah, all rolls of fat, came to his mind. You'd wanna pick 'em, I guess. 

And he went through his classes at school, picking them. Nan. Tanya. Nan's friend Jackie, whoa, that'd be nice...

"Enough lollygaggin!" The voice was Mary's, but both women were back from the bathroom and feeling restored. They surrounded him and invited him to eat pussy.

Last round!

There had been a small conspiracy during his break, instigated, of course, by Mary. The women firmly guided the final fuck session, ordering him from cunt to cunt, urging him to fuck hard, gleefully using their boy to get themselves off a final time. Drained and spent, he watched them dress. Roxanne left.

Sighing, he managed to arise and don clothes. He had to be reminded, though, to take the newspaper money. He was leaving without it when Mary called him back. 

______________

"When are we gonna be able to really do it?" complained Lisa, wiping her chin.

Glenn squeezed a glob out the end and she licked it up. "We can do it right this minute, anytime, but we gotta have condoms," he told her.

"What are you saying?"

He explained the situation in better detail. During his description of them a light went on. "Don!" she exclaimed.

"What?"

"My brother, he had those in his room, I saw them! How many do we want?"

"You're supposed to use a new one every time. We need as many as we can get." Glenn was excited right along with her. "Can you actually get some from your brother?"

"I don't know. I could steal 'em, I guess."

"Yeah, but he'd hide them better then, and he might not be real happy..."

"God, I don't wanna ask him a favor, he's such a jibroney."

"Jibroney, right. Is that a Yiddish thing, jibroney?"

"Irish, I think. In Yiddish he's a shlemazel. Ruins my life. You don't have older brothers, do you?"

"No."

"Lucky for you, they suck."

"I could go to him, real manly-man, and say, geez I need some condoms, Don, so I can fuck your little sister..."

"Wait a minute, he gets them free." Another light went on. "I remember now, he was talking to Hank Diehl on the 'phone. He gets them at some clinic for nothing!"

"What clinic?"

"I don't know, he just said 'the clinic.'" She frowned. "Damn."

"You could blackmail him, tell your parents he's got 'em if he won't share."

"Yeah right." Lisa was not going for that idea.

"It ain't like it's costing him any money, but I can see maybe that wouldn't work."

"He'd blackmail me! It'd be lots worse for me to have 'em than for him."

"Whoa. Think about it. Your mom: 'What are these for, Lisa?'"

"No thanks."

Gloom descended. But it dawned on Glenn that Mary always had some now, and she might be willing to get some for him. Roxanne would be out of the question, of course!

"Let me try something, I might be able to do this after all. You keep thinking. You know, about getting them off your brother some way. Especially see if you can find out what clinic. I bet in 'way less than a month we'll be fuckin'."

"Aren't you the optimist."

"The universe doesn't dare resist me!" he intoned. That drew a chuckle. "Let me lick that thing in the meantime!"

"What a great idea!" She reached her fingers under the gym shorts to push down panties and all, and he replaced his jock. 

At that moment the door opened, and Seth Cummings was suddenly staring at two half-dressed classmates. Lisa's bottom was exposed but turned away from the doorway; she just reversed the course of her shorts and covered up again. Glenn already had the jock on, and pulled his shorts up while Seth was checking out Lisa's ass.

"Holy shit," Seth breathed.

"Hi, Seth," they both said. Seth was the manager of the JV ballclub and helped out the instructor during gym classes, because he knew where all the equipment was stored.

"Sorry!" Seth said. "Lemme have the blocks right there and I'm gone." Glenn wordlessly passed them over, and the door shut again. There was an implication to be drawn that Seth wasn't going to turn them in, but they decided to rejoin their classes just the same.

And of course he told people. It was too good a story. 

___________________

Glenn never saw the books coming. Completely without warning, every book and notebook being carried under Jackie's arm swung up high behind him and came crashing onto his head where he sat. That kind of thing will sometimes happen to weasels.

Well, it hurt! It hurt enough so that Jackie felt bad. "Oh! I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you listen, I didn't mean to really hurt you." 

Three big textbooks and a couple of notebooks, wham! Glenn's neck locked up from catching the strain of it.

"Listen!? To what?" came his choked voice.

"First, please forgive me, okay, I'm really sorry, I mean it."

"Okay. You are forgiven." His eyes were closed and he was massaging his neck and writhing.

"Really?"

"Yep, I said so. I like you, anyway, so I gotta figure you had a reason. Even though I don't think I ever did anything to hurt you, did I?"




Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 02



"No, it wasn't me. I just thought you were nice, you know?, and then you went and broke Nan's heart!"

"I did?"

"Well she liked you, didn't you ever think of that?"

"I liked her, too!"

"Well you never asked her out again, and then I, then there's Lisa Fein!"

"I don't have her number. She's got mine, but I don't have hers, there's a lot of Helprins and Helperins. She ran off real quick in English, too."

"She what?"

"You know we have English third period; poof, she left almost before the bell stopped ringin'. I got to the hall and she was gone. You too."

"Me?"

"Well, when I didn't see her I looked for you, but you weren't there like you usually are."

"We were in the girls' room, looking out at you through the crack in the door." 

"I didn't see you."

"You weren't supposed to. We were hiding."

"Well how am I--"

"You didn't call, like ever! She was so hurt and mad at you."

"Jeez, is she still hurt? I never wanted... she's great! How can I fix it? Do you have her number?"

"She made me promise to never be nice to you ever again."

"But I--"

"You should have asked her for her 'phone number, you nitwit."

"It all... oh damn."

"I know, I see it now, I'm sorry, Glenn." Wheels were turning in Jackie's head.

"Is there any hope at all with her?"

"I don't think so, I told you what she wanted me to promise."

"Please tell me her address? Or maybe her dad's name, or whoever it is in the 'phone book? Wow, my neck really aches."

"So she can yell at you?"

"Well, no."

"Just give it up, Glenn. Maybe it was fate, and you and Nan are never fated to be together."

"Maybe." He thought about it a second. "Nah, Fate made me too stupid to get her number? I don't believe it." He thought again. Did Jackie want him not to go back to Nan for some reason?

"Could be," she insisted.

"Can I have your number, Jackie?"

"What a bozo! Why should I give you my number?"

"'Cause I can call you up on it and ask you out!"

"You want to break my heart now?"

"I didn't break her heart, I tried to find her and she hid in the bathroom! All I did was not ask for a number! C'mon. Go out with me, Jackie? Or at least let me call you up!"

Jackie replied with seven rapid-fire digits.

"Thank you."

"I'm not sayin' it again."

"You don't need to," he said, and rattled them right back to her. "If Nan can't forgive me for such a silly thing, maybe I need someone like you, I can tell you're loyal."

"Loyal?" Jackie wrinkled her nose. "Like a dog?"

"You were loyal to your friend and you tried to help her hate me. You even hit me on the head!"

"I see. I guess I'm loyal. Well. Okay, you can call me. But you better treat me good!"

"I really never meant to hurt anybody. Honest. I'll call."

"You better!" Jackie bounced up, caramel hair flouncing. She smoothed down her kick pleats. "Tonight about six-thirty, once Wheel of Fortune starts. Okay?"

"I'm honored, Jackie."

"Honored!" Jackie laughed and went off down the hall, but she turned and waved at him before she turned the corner out of his sight.

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"That ain't the story I heard!" Jackie told the receiver. "I heard you were both practically naked in there."

"That's crazy," responded Glenn. "That's all out of proportion."

"Nobody goes in a closet with someone for nothin'."

"It's a big storage room, not a closet. It's never dark, even."

"And you had to find a dodgeball, I suppose?"

"I told you, we talked! Well, I did try to kiss her."

"I bet."

"I was so upset when I couldn't call Nan. She was sympathetic."

"Uh huh."

"I know it was bad.  Nan will never forgive me, I guess, and I have to face it that it's over; but I hope you can."

"You hope I can forgive you?"

"Can we be friends, do you think? I always thought you were a really nice person. You won't hold it against me, will you?"

"You're so fulla shit!"

"Yeah, you're right!"

They both laughed.

"Seriously, Glenn: what did you do in there?"

"I really hate that kinda question. I don't think I wanna answer, Jackie."

"You said you kissed her!"

"I said I tried to, I never said she did it. I don't like it when people tell other people what they did. And they lie about it sometimes too. I ain't sayin anything about any girl I ever speak to, what she did or what I did."

"I know you kissed Nan."

"You ain't gonna hear that from me. I never told a soul anything but we went sailin'."

"If we were going out, wouldn't I have a right to know?"

"Not according to the way I see it. Wouldn't you hate it if I went around-- like say we broke up-- if I went around saying I broke up with her, but she let me touch her or she has really pink nipples--!"

Jackie snorted a laugh.

"Wouldn't it creep you out if someone said that sorta stuff about you, though?"

"A'course! So you ain't sayin'."

"Sorry, nope. I ain't."

"That's sweet."

A silence fell, but they'd done a number of those already. They were still both quite comfortable.

"You ever hear Oblong?"

"The group Oblong?" inquired Jackie. "No."

"They're doing that dance over at Hampden Friday. Wanna go hear 'em?"

"With you?"

"Wanna?"

"...Okay. What kinda dance is it?"

"They do club stuff, dance stuff, sometimes 'way distorted and spacy, sometimes hot and driving but very controlled. They're okay."

"What do I wear, though?"

"Wear cool club clothes, but not the very coolest, 'cause it's only Hampden."

"What do you mean, cool club clothes?"

They planned how they were going to get there and when. They may have both been weasels, but Jackie was curious as well as flattered.



Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 03



Author's note:

This is the conclusion of the story of Glenn Svoboda, the paperboy. Mary Gilbert and Roxanne Fein are middle-aged reprobates who took an opportunity to seduce a young man for their pleasure. In the meantime, Glenn went out with a classmate named Nan and later her close friend Jackie Reiner. Between dating Nan (only once) and dating Jackie (we see their first date in this chapter) he met and began a steamy relationship with Lisa Fein, before he realized he would be engaged in an affair with her mother.  

Lisa is his fuck bunny. That's what I call it, that kind of relationship. The two don't really love one another, but they constantly have sex. I had a girl like that. Instuctional, no end. Glenn is still fucking Lisa every way he can and he's about to have his first date with Jackie. 

He meets the older women on Sundays, collection day for the newspaper route. Our chapter opens with the older women discussing him in his absence. 

You may as well know that hogs have sexual pheromones in their breath vapor. It makes sows turn their hips toward them and brace for sex. Now you know why that bar was called Hog's Breath.

Please vote! I enjoy knowing if the story is engaging people. Thank you!

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"Speaking of the paper boy," Mary said suddenly, "my god, you're like a slave to him!" 

Roxanne Fein froze. How much does she know? My God, Glenn's talked! She forced a nonchalant "What do you mean?" and felt her confidence drain into a puddle on the floor. 

It was Thursday and Mary had come to visit and have lunch. Her arrangement with Glenn was very much as Mary described it; she hoped he hadn't told Mary why.

"I watched you. He says anything, you jump right up there!" 

Understanding now that she was talking about the Sunday session, Roxanne drew breath again. She doesn't know, oh thank God!

Mary warmed to her theme. "You did it right away, right from the first second, too, even though you're not quite so spineless now. What has the kid got, some kind of hog's breath?"

"Well, you know me, Mary," she said, "I always fall hard, and Glenn just stole my heart. I wanted to do things for him. Don't you?"

"Not like you! But I suppose I do want to make him amazed, or whatever you say, amaze him. He was so funny when he was unsure what to do!"

"So you love him right to death, just like I do." Roxanne argued.

There was some justice to her propositions, and it made Mary think. "I still say you act very slavish, sometimes. But he loves it!"

"He loves licking, too, doesn't he?" The change of subject went through and they discussed his technical merits for a while. But she thought afterward I never saw him unsure what to do. She couldn't imagine what it would be like, even. Mary must have been fooled somehow.

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Jackie's dad had made her change. Her club clothes had been a shade too cool, so she was now in blouse and skirt. But once they got to the dance, she pulled a skein of black lace out of her purse. 

"Look! Black lace gloves! I got some other things, I'm gonna hit the ladies' room. But I gotta change back before I go home!"

"You want this?" He untied a satin scarf, white and figured with black, from his belt and held it up. "To play with while you're dancing, let me put it on you, here." 

He looped it over her head and gently pulled her to him. When she let him do it, he gave her a kiss on the side of the neck, low.

"What are you doing?" She meant it to sound stern and accusing, but she continued to stand body-to-body against him. He smelled good.

"You don't hafta take the scarf if you don't want it."

"You kissed me!"

"Kissing the neck is a sign of passion."

"Uh huh." But she took the scarf with her into the ladies' room, and wore it with her outfit. They had a good evening dancing and flirting, and she met Deanna, the bass player for Oblong. 

Deanna's mother had always been Aunt Cheryl to Glenn, which made her his sort-of cousin. Deanna was twenty-four; but she'd always been amused by Glenn and she gave his date the benefit of the doubt. So they talked with the band between sets. This raises your cool titer.

While they were watching out the school window for their ride back, Jackie pulled the scarf out. "Want this back?"

"Will you take it as a gift?"

She looked at it, then she had an idea. "Let me try it out first." She draped it behind his neck and tugged his head close enough to kiss his neck.

"Passion," she said. He put a hand behind her nape and kissed her, then they stood in each other's arms a while. White light, from headlights, was cast across their faces through the window.

"It's your dad. Will you keep the scarf, Jackie?"

"Yeah. Thank you. Look, my dad's all weird about this, don't even touch me when we go out there, okay?"

"Sure. Can I call you again?"

She nodded. "I'd like that."

So he called the next day, and she invited him over, and they listened to music and petted a little-- he rubbed her very sweetly through her panties and she let him play with a breast for a while. It was a truly fine breast, Jackie was a sweet package. Then it was Saturday evening and he visited Lisa. And Sunday he had a date with Mary!

Lisa wanted some consolation, she'd been having to defend herself from the storage closet story.

"It'll be all right in a week," he promised her. "Something else more exciting will happen and they'll talk about that for a while, until the next thing after that."

She wasn't so sure, but Glenn talked dismissively of it and she became convinced enough to quit worrying. Then they got playful and did a sixty-nine until they both came. It hurt his neck, which was still tender under strain, but it was wholehearted. 

The two got dressed and talked longingly about when they'd be able to fuck. It had to be soon! They vowed to get condoms if they had to shoplift them.

He was leaving her house to walk home when Roxanne offered him a ride.

"Glenn, Mary wants to do a threeway again tomorrow afternoon," she began. "She also wondered how come I started right in doing whatever you said, but I think I explained it well enough. Can you please not ask for too much this time, so she won't be too suspicious?"

"Are you refusing to do certain things?"

Refusing could be unwise; her first dom had liked to use pins. "I'll do anything, you know that. I just-- I'm friends with Mary, we go back a long way. She's not dumb; she'll begin to think we have a thing, and I couldn't face her if she knew about you seeing Lisa. Please. Just go easy and follow Mary's lead or something, it's only when Mary's there, I'll make it up to you!"

"Will you meet me alone, just the two of us?"

"Yes, and you can do anything then! Just not so much with Mary tomorrow, I'm begging you."

"Let me think about it. When would we meet? And what about Lisa? I can't ask her to just let you have a turn."

"Lisa's going to Eddington, to a stables, Wednesday, all afternoon. I can pick the two of you up from school, send her off in half an hour. And then I'm yours for, let me see, a little over two hours before you'd have to be home to eat. I'll call your mother and make the arrangements. Please, Glenn."

"Two hours..."

"Okay! Longer! Lisa's coming back after eight, she helps them tend the horses. Don will be off that day with the basketball team to Howland. We can do three or four hours! I'll tell your mother I want to have you eat with us! You can have me any way at all, all evening, or spank me all you want."

"Get condoms," he said. He was thinking about spanking, the idea interested him. 

"I'll pick up a bagful at the Planned Parenthood."

That was a bingo. Planned Parenthood! Glenn was very pleased. Vistas of fucking Lisa opened in his mind.

"And suck me on the way home right now."

"Um, yes, let me think. The parking garage on Pickering Square!" She drove there, parked up above, and blew him in the car, very devotedly. Glenn was assured how grateful she was for his leniency, Roxanne wanted to thank him somehow. 

"I promise I'll make it up to you," she said. "Not just Wednesday. I'll find more times for us."

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"Paper boy, ma'am!"

"Get in here!" said Mary Gilbert. She took him by the shoulders, kissing him greedily. He resisted the offer of champagne, set his things on a kitchen chair and followed his hostess.

Roxanne was waiting with two flutes in the living room, but one was hers and one Mary's. She passed them both and embraced him. Both women wore cocktail dresses again. Mary returned her drink and they sat closely on the couch on either side of him.

"Glenn, I hope you've been sensible," Mary began. She needed reassurance that he never bragged or discussed their Sunday afternoons. That topic taken care of, she began stroking his thigh. "Let me take those off you, you can get comfortable..."

Roxy wanted to know, now that he'd done a few things, what parts were his favorites. He said the best was to eat the pussy. (Then he quibbled a little; anal sex with Roxy had been every bit as good.) 

So, getting plenty of pussy fed to the young man became the theme of the session. Hardly a minute passed between one and the next! The middle-aged sex predator who was not on his face played with other parts of him. 

It makes for a good party, don't knock it!

Midway through the session, Mary was watching his head nod and circle in Roxy's depilated crotch. He probably hasn't seen much today with his head stuck in there all the time, she observed idly. It gave her an inspiration.

"Roxy, let's blindfold him," suggested she, "and see if he can tell whose butt he's fucking." This experiment consumed the balance of the afternoon. 

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Lisa couldn't take the bus home with him Monday. It was tryouts night for the musical. So he made a date for after supper.

When he got to his house, his Dad called him into the garage. He said a woman named Mrs. Fein had called. "She said you'd offered to help her around the house sometime, and she says, can you come today after school? She'll pay. Interested?"

Why, yes, he was.

"Glenn, darling. I couldn't wait. I hope you're not too angry." Roxanne was wearing dark green worsted slacks and a white crepe-de-chine blouse, with lace on the placket and cuffs, translucently revealing the lacy bra beneath. The outfit aimed at femininity, not seductiveness, despite the heels. "I got the condoms and kept thinking of you; it made me bold. I'm willing to take any punishment you wish..."

This was new to Glenn. "Look, I need to know how to... Tell me about the spanking." 

Roxanne leaned over the back of a chair and made a little show out of peeling her clothes to her knees. "Just try it. Spank me."

He tried a few, slapping the lovely, pale-olive bottom. She asked him if it was getting red. "Yeah," he reported. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Well, of course, but after the sting it feels hot and it tingles. It makes me very obedient and very, very juicy! Tie me up for it, too, if you want; I have a big metal loop hidden in my ceiling light in the bedroom! It's strong enough so you can hang me up and whip me, while I'm completely helpless. There are ropes, a blindfold, even handcuffs in my room. I'm yours, Glenn; I'll do anything at all."

"Show me this stuff." On the way upstairs he asked her how much to spank, how long.

"Use your belt, or your hand, or anything you think of! I have some canes and things, too. Be hard so I don't dare disobey. Make it really red. Then--tell me how I can redeem myself!"

Glenn looked the equipment over. "Stroke it with your hands, Roxanne," he requested casually. It let her know her role as instructor was ended; he had a working idea what he wanted to do now. 

He surveyed the equipment while Mrs. Fein, on one knee, paid loving attention to his cock. "A towel. A bath towel," he said, and off she went, imagining with familiar and delicious fear that he was going to roll it up and whip her with it. 

Standing on a chair, he threaded the smooth hard rope through the big eye bolt. He wadded up the towel, however, between her ankles, wrapped them a little to pad the rope and then tied them together. He tied the other rope, from the ceiling, into the chain of the handcuffs.

Pulling the other end he could hoist her hands, which were cuffed behind her. He hoisted slowly and stopped when there was some strain. She was bent at the waist, her hands were high up behind her and her ankles bound. The rope held her taut

enough so that she had to stay in that pose and balance there on her high heels. 

He cinched off to the bed frame and saw that it was tied to the floor by little brackets, screwed down. He removed his clothes, retaining his belt in one hand. He sauntered into view; then, stepping up close, he demanded she suck him. 

She couldn't reach, although watching her try anyhow was hot. He adjusted the system until she had more freedom of motion and could suck him effectively. 

"Take it into your throat, Roxanne." She whimpered and strained to swallow the boy's cock.

He stepped out of her mouth's compass then, and circled out of her sight. She gasped and slurped, swaying. 

He fetched his pocket knife, came up behind and cut her slacks and panties away in shreds, exposing her completely. She was thrilled. She began to beg him not to whip her, to promise to obey, to lick his feet, to clean his asshole with her mouth! She was going always to be good.

"Yaas," he drawled sarcastically, "you are."

The belt wrapped around her when he used it, though. It slapped her with the far tip in the belly and the front of her legs. He tried getting some distance, but he didn't have the hang of it. Doubling it up was good, though. It gave him control so it hit her ass pretty much where he wanted, and it made a very satisfying loud crack. 

She very shortly had lots of red marks crisscrossing her buns and upper thighs. He filled in the whiter places between them methodically and then came around to be sucked for a minute. Her tear streaked face took his cock; her lips and tongue were exquisite. Fear and her stinging buns brought out her devotion; she was sucking with utter abjection.

It was giving him a little charge, he admitted to himself, especially visually, watching her buns dance and redden in the frame of her shredded clothing. But on the whole he felt he could have simply asked her to suck or whatever, and skipped the whole big thing. 

She was sucking a little too enthusiastically. He turned around and made her lick ass, then let her down and took the bindings all apart.

"Take the clothes off, but keep the jewelry. Lie down a while. I get that upper corner."

He hitched the hardback chair over near the head end and sat on the bed's edge. Folding his arms on a pillow on the seat of it and resting his head on them, he asked her to lick him anally some more. She slid up, of course, and did it. It was good to relax her legs and arms; Glenn was being kind.

The position was less comfortable than he had thought it would be, but he liked the tongue sliding along his anus, probing. He took her downstairs on a leash. On the big leather easy chair in the living room, with his hips draped over the arm, he could have her kneel and reach it nicely. He let her lick and kiss awhile, which she loved; ultimately, he requested a good tongue fuck. 

She stood and braced her hands on the chair arm; she drove her stiff tongue deeply into him. A wave of lust struck her; real degradation always drove her into a fever. Dropping lower freed her hands to fondle his buns and milk his slender cock. He looked so beautiful; his skin felt so soft and so young. She was squirming. "Please, Glenn, I'm burning up, I need it! Fuck me! You have to, I can't stand it!"

He allowed her to rub herself on his leg. She whimpered in her eagerness and thrust her tongue urgently, humping his leg like an ill-mannered dog the whole time. He called her off shortly, asking her to suck him. It had been tiring for her (though it felt perfectly luxurious!), so he wasn't going to make her do it too long.

So, in broad daylight in her own living room, the sweat-drenched Mrs. Fein sucked off her daughter's boyfriend. She was naked except for a dog leash, a bracelet, and a pair of earrings, kneeling on the floor before her easy chair. Her ass was a troubled red from a mild whipping and the heat of it radiated through her loins. When he stiffened his lithe body to spray her throat with his seed it was the high point of her day.

He made her squat over him and feed him pussy while he recovered his erection. He wouldn't let her push into him, despite her urgent need, but licked the swollen lips fiendishly slowly. She closed her eyes and felt every move, whining in desperation, panting and writhing. She begged him to let her come.

"Very well, you may rub it on the chair."

A blush of shame mantled her cheek, but she masturbated herself to orgasm humping the arm of the chair. He stood, stretched, and watched the thirty-eight-year-old rub on the furniture. When she'd come, she was mortified, exquisitely ashamed. 

"Well!" He stretched the moment out for her. "I hope you're feeling better? Up, stand right there," he said. He took the leash, then kissed her. "I'm going to fuck you, Roxanne, but I believe you need to have the belt again." She begged pro forma to be spared the lash, but she flushed in anticipation. He unclipped the leash from her collar and sent her upstairs to put on the heels again and bring the belt down.

He spanked her over the chair arm. Her eyes were streaming and she'd been crying softly and piteously, but he noticed somthing. "You're enjoying this too much!" he accused her. "Go up and bring the long whippy cane to me!" Sniffling and once again fearful, she fetched it. 

He set her with her legs wide, face up, and blindfolded her. "Let's see," he drawled. He swung it in the air, and the sound alone made her suck air hissing through her teeth. He brought it down on her shaven pubis. She hissed and whimpered and a red line appeared. He whipped her nipples and her pussy, maybe five strokes, then sodomized her relentlessly in several positions. After his second orgasm of the afternoon, deep in her soft rectum, he demanded money, because she had told his dad he'd be paid.

And they still had the four-hour date Wednesday yet to come. 

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Nan had called him; she'd had the word from Jackie. Officially Nan's hatefest of Glenn was off. They didn't arrange for a second date, though. And Nan seemed to have no idea he was talking to Jackie and asking her out.

After supper, he requested permission to visit Lisa, and got it because he'd been doing work around the house for Mrs. Fein all afternoon. He had taken a handful, eleven when he'd counted them, of Roxanne's condoms earlier in the afternoon, and he showed them to Lisa as soon as he could. "Check this," he said.

"Wonderful! Let me have some!"

"Take 'em all, the only place I need them is with you," he lied. 

She took eight, which was all he'd happened to pull from his pocket. He could still use some with Jackie or even with Nan, if it worked out that way, so he was content. Besides, he was confident he could get more through Mary.

Lisa's initiation was face-to-face, woman on top. Putting the condom on him somehow had given her a feeling of finality. Her decision taken, Glenn spoke encouragingly in soft murmurs. She straddled him and guided the strangely packaged cock into her; a movement of her hip sent the young man's cock solidly up into its new home. Glenn was transfixed by the organ's tight grip; he had never felt anything like it.

She took a few experimental strokes, eyes closed, feeling every curve and hard ridge. Glenn's palm stiffened a nipple. She wriggled herself down onto him and his hairs tickled her clit, sending a spark between it and the nipple between his fingers. He was deep inside her body, and it felt like an affirmation.




Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 03



I'm going to like this a whole lot, she thought, and reached for her orgasm. His own happened along the way and hardly slowed her up. She rode him astride, stropping her clit against him, feeling the slow, certain crescendo building in her pussy. She babbled to Glenn how great it was-- "I love your cock, my God!"-- and slammed onto him in incoherent joy. It was going to be a big one. 

When it ripped through her, Glenn saw her flush pink all the way to her navel in a blotchy pattern, and her tiny cunt squeezed him hard in a pulsing spasm, released and gripped again. She was open-mouthed and grunting; her fingers sank into his shoulder muscle. She opened her eyes and looked at his sweaty face, breaking into a silly, wide grin of triumph.

"That was cool!" she said, beaming. He was still up inside, and it felt wonderful. "That was the best thing!"

It was his first regret, that this day was such a milestone for her and a mere event for him. He felt like he'd lost something irretrievable. But coming inside the high school cooze, by far the finest of his life, had driven the pang from him as if it had never been.

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Jackie met Nan, and then Glenn, coming out of his English class. Shared secrets, flashing through the air, made contact eye to eye. They walked along chatting and parted with more hot, loaded glances. Glenn never referred to his date that night with Jackie. There was no see you tonight from her, either. 

She's hiding it from Nan, I guess, he concluded. Good.

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The rec at the Jewish Community Center never held big crowds except for special events. They were able to talk freely in an empty hall about half the time, and could still murmur quietly even when other kids were there. There was much to discuss.

Felix Caccioppo came in the door and lounged against the doorpost. It made Jackie stop talking. In a very small whisper, she asked him how much money he had. He told her, and she asked him for some. "Wait here," she instructed him.

She went to speak with Felix, and the two of them drifted out the door. Shortly she stepped in again and lightly across the room to his side. "I got some weed, let's go to the gully behind the laundromat."

"You bought a joint from Felix?"

"More than one, silly! Come on!"

Dating is very educational. She was less inhibited after the joint. It was she who put his hand there to begin with and she let him finish it with his nose, just because he wanted to. He could smell it and hear the moist flesh smack and move behind the cotton barrier. And she let him see and suck both superb breasts and keep the rest of the dope besides.

On the other hand, she never touched Glenn even though he was always fully dressed. The pussy was sweet, though, and the sensation of the drug was extremely interesting. He wondered how Lisa would like it. 

Later, they revisited the little gully so she could go home stoned. When he could feel the new level in his intoxication he went to reach into her panties and feel her directly, but she said she'd rather he didn't.

"Please, no, Glenn."

He accepted that. "You can touch me if you want, though. Maybe next time...? It would be all right."

"Kaylie says it makes boys nuts and they want all kinds of stuff if you do that."

"Kaylie picked the wrong boy, that's all. But if you don't trust me... I guess it's just kinda sad. Let me take you home, then."

"I don't mean I don't trust you," she protested.

"Sure you do. Come on, I'll get you home." He sounded as if the subject was closed, but she couldn't drop it.

"No, wait." Jackie was not reasoning well, but it was clear that he was right about not trusting him. She thought about the wrong boy, which would have been Carl, in Kaylie's case. Carl was a different sort of guy from Glenn. She picked apart a defenseless milkweed.

"Really, Jackie, I told your mom we'd be back before eight-thirty," he said after more than a minute of her silent cogitation.

"Will you hold right still and just... just not do anything?"

"I guess so. Would it help if I closed my eyes or something?" He chuckled and touched her shoulder and she looked up. "This is pretty silly, Jackie. It's not a big deal, it just feels good." He shrugged slightly. "You're stoned right now. Save it for next time. We had a really nice day, everything's fine."

"No, I can do it."

"You don't have to, though! Relax! Don't worry so much."

"Really?" 

He nodded. 

"Everything still isn't fine, Nan will hate me."

"Nan?" Nan was one of the issues that needed to be discussed, but even though they'd talked all afternoon, she'd avoided it. He rose and put out a hand, and she stood with him and brushed off.

"Nan doesn't, uh, Nan likes you again," she began. "And I feel like I never should have started with seeing you, because now, now she'll think I tried to steal her boyfriend behind her back!"

"But when we started she hated me. And even wanted the whole world to hate me!"

"Will you be going out with her?"

Well, that one cut through to the nub. "If she wants to, I guess. She hasn't made any dates with me." Focusing on it, he realized she likely never would.

"You kind of have to; if you don't have a second date, it's like an insult. I just don't know what to do! What if I did want you for a boyfriend, then Nan would hate me, and if I don't then what if..."

She's really stoned! Glenn remarked to himself. She let herself be led up onto the street. "I getcha," he said. "You maybe ought to talk about me, bring me up, as a topic. She may say something without your having to ask."

"Yeah. It depends what she wants to do..."

"But if you want me, are you gonna just never say? Let Nan play around with me and wait until she's done or something? I don't think I would like to watch someone go out with a girl if I really wanted her, saying, well, he saw her first, you know. Not if I were serious about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Sometime when you aren't wrecked you should decide what you want, I guess, that's all. 'Cause for me, I don't think it would depend what anybody wanted to do. If I wanted someone, I'd just try my best to get her."

"I like Nan! We've always been best friends! This isn't easy!"

"I can see that. I can sympathize, really. And if we're going to get closer, we will have to tell Nan, absolutely."

"I hate this!"

"You're trying to be fair to everyone. You'll do the right thing--"

"What about you, though?" Right into the center of the problem. "Are you just playing, or do you want me for a girlfriend?" Holy shit, girl, she thought, appalled at herself, what have you gone and done now?

The answer was just playing, thank you, but he decided. It was a decision of sexual advantage. Nan was a dead end.

"I--I want you, not Nan. I was hoping you'd want me enough to--"

"Oh!" It was a swift inarticulate noise, as if she'd sat on a tack.

"What?"

She smiled a slow smirking one like the cat you always hear about, the one who ate the canary. He felt premonitions of doom, seeing it. Jackie had always been so eager to tease his shyness, before; and he knew she could be cruel.

He turned away and moped, "You don't feel the same way; I understand." 

"Glenn..."

"It's okay, don't worry about it, I can deal."

"Glenn, I want you, too."

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Wednesday was Lisa's day at the Eddington riding stables. The buses with the ball team and their fans and cheerleaders left at one in the afternoon, and her brother Don was on one of them. Roxanne met the kids after school and took Lisa across the river to the place, which is in the second town you come to if you go north along it. Then she and her young master drove south again, toward a house empty of witness and full of sex toys.

It's a lovely thing when a plan comes together.

She was in a blouse and skirt. He made her stop the car and remove her underwear, then teased her with his fingers the rest of the way home. She was nicely wet and he liked watching her face while he played with her.

At a stop light she twitched his hand out of her skirt.

"Roxanne, you don't get to do that," he said, reaching toward her hem again.

She compressed her thighs together. "Please, Glenn, there's a truck driver in the other lane, he can see in!"

"Open them now."

"Please! Please..."

"Rox-anne!" he warned her in a rising tone.

"Oh God!" The woman spread open her thighs.

"That isn't enough, not now. You've been disobedient and wilful. Pull the skirt higher. Do it!"

Whining but secretly trembling with her own mix of shame and joy, she lifted her hips and pulled the skirt up four inches. Half her thigh length was exposed, but he poked her wordlessly and she did it again. Her sex was still in the shade but sunlight gleamed, reflected onto the naked pink ruffles. Her pale olive thighs were entirely visible to anyone. Men on the sidewalk could have seen them. The driver of the semi could have seen the ruffled lips, maybe, if he was looking.

She jumped and stifled a little scream when he let out and reapplied his hydraulic brakes with a sudden loud honk and hiss, but she didn't dare look to see if he'd noticed. Glenn did look. He was entirely oblivious, watching a couple with a baby on the opposite corner by the drugstore. On the other hand, she seemed to believe the man was feasting his lustful eyes on her every secret. She trembled and blushed furiously.

Glenn reached across, and her sudden twitch revealed that she had been about to stop him. He captured the hem of the skirt in front and lifted it, inviting the sunlight to strike her pussy. She bit her lower lip but didn't look up toward the trucker. He scissored his fingers to hold the lips of it open. 

The light changed and the car shot out into the corner and made for the bridge rapidly. Glenn released her and laughed. The driver never even suspected, but the effect on Roxanne was just as if he had.

"The truck is following us!" she bleated. It had made the corner in the same direction.

"I'll have to offer the man some coffee or something if he comes to the house," Glenn remarked. "Would you like to suck him?"

"Oh God, no! No, please, Glenn, he'd come by for years!"

"We could have a cup in the kitchen with you under the table sucking us off."

"Thank God! He's going straight!"

"Too bad, he'd have loved your mouth."

"Did he see? Glenn! Do you think he saw?"

"I don't believe anyone did. You're very nervous today."

"He wasn't looking, was he?" she seemed to relax with the thought.

"No, I think he never knew."

"You're so mean."

"If you think you want to end it with us, you can just drive me home," he responded callously.

"No, please, don't! I'm sorry..."

He was getting the hang of the game now, and he had hours of it to play yet. He spanked her bottom up red-- twice-- because she expected and loved it, but that part was the least fun for him. This time he gave a lot of play to the vibrators and other items she'd collected. They helped him come up with ideas to degrade and humiliate her. He found making her explain what she did with them was traumatic for her.

"This end?"

"Yes, that end goes in my cunt." She hated that word.

"It just goes in your cunt?" he used an insinuating voice, he made her speak instead of demonstrate.

"I take it in my, ah, hand and I push it up there."

"You push it--?"

"I push on it until it goes up my cunt." Saying these things to him plunged her into exquisite shame. Her ears burned.

But of course he expected a long relationship with her, and that wouldn't work every time indefinitely. Late in the session he made her masturbate in front of him, ("Just look at you!" he said, sneering; "Don't you feel dirty doing that?" It drew tears!) and he filed it away for the next time.

He was already feeling the strain of endless creativity borne by doms everywhere. He had to come up with interesting and satisfying activities for two people, only one of whom he knew very well! His instincts were startlingly good, from time to time, as when he had cut her panties off with his knife, but he needed to come up with one every minute sometimes.

When he could, he would take her anally. It gave him time to think and her anal channel really was the one thing he loved most to fuck. It was exceptional. The woman used lotions to soften it; she depilated and worked constantly on muscle control! Even Lisa's little virgin pussy was just slightly ahead of it. It was decidedly gourmet ass. If the kid had somehow managed to have that much jam, he'd have done nothing else every second he was with her. He was young and he actually did a lot of it. 

Roxanne was utterly captivated. He was by far the best man of any age she'd ever enslaved herself to. He was precious to her.

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"God, Glenn, we're going through those things like water, but I can't help it, I love this!" Little tits bouncing, Lisa pulled her tight pants up and spoke over his shoulder as he drove the condom down deep into a carton marked HEAVY CREAM and replaced it in the trash. It was Thursday, and Roxanne would soon be back from shopping.

They'd developed a routine of covering their tracks which was paranoid in its thoroughness, and the condoms added another step. They'd used two in one day, so that three were gone now out of her eight.

But the sex was copious and first-rate. "I believe I can get more," he told her. He resolved to see Mrs. Gilbert on an off day, a weekday.

He skipped lunch the next day in order to use the pay 'phone in the corridor outside the main office. Mary was puzzled once she realized who he was.

"What on earth could be wrong that you'd call me, Glenn?"

"I'd like to come see you tonight after supper sometime, Mary. We'd have two hours easy if I came over at six-thirty."

"Do you need anything special? I mean, is there something I should be sure and have here? Beer? Perhaps try and get Roxy?"

"No, just us, if you don't mind, and I guess ginger beer and lots of condoms."

She exploded in a laugh. "You need lessons in how to seduce a woman, Glenn! We may do that."

"I'm sorry, you did ask and I, uh, just said, I guess."

"I'll be here. I'll be delighted to receive a gentleman caller."

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Nan called him that evening. She was chatty at first and that was fine, but she began to be confidential, so he interrupted her.

"Jeepers, Nan, I gotta go, my Dad wants me to work," he said, and goodbyed her off. It was a gamble, but he wanted Jackie to break the news. Besides, he had to walk part of his paper route!

Mary opened gladly to his knock. The untiring stud had come back because his appetite wasn't to be slaked merely once a week, she had decided, and she wore a devastating bustier outfit under her little drapy scoopnecked dress of green watered silk.

In that essential she was quite correct. He had planned some things to say, but her seduction was so forthright and businesslike that he put his project aside without a qualm, and let himself be speedily seduced. 

Her hungry flesh engulfed him, drawing his first come from him in just minutes. He slammed into her so fast! He was like a machine set on high. It was delightful and awe-inspiring, such ravenous youth.

To follow this, she demanded some worship. "You see the ankle chain, Glenn? Please lick my ankle under it, and then work your way up the stocking to the top." 

He licked her leg all the way up while she stood hipshot and stroked his head once in a while. He saw it as a source of ideas to use with his own bottom, so he took her direction. Under her orders he tongued both legs and everything else below the waist; during the process he conceived a lust to buttfuck his hostess. He'd been crawling on the floor at her feet quite a while.

"You're very hard, sweet boy," she remarked, stroking it with languid fingers.

"I want to fuck your ass, please, Mary, I need it."

"That would be wonderful," she assured him. "But I want to spank you a little first."

"Please Mary," he repeated.

"You still want it, don't you? You may have it. My ass, bent over the chair here or however you like it; you may lubricate and fuck it, but you must be spanked and fucked beforehand. Will you do that?"

"I don't like the spanking thing, Mary."

"Lick my asshole, little boy! Taste it. Very nice, isn't it? You like the taste of my ass?"

"Yes Mary, please have mercy and let me fuck it!!"

"I want to fuck you with my new strap-on. And I want you all red and hot when I do it. Indulge me."

"Yes, Mary. Please spank me and especially please fuck me."

"Tongue again, little man. That's very nice. Now! Fetch that red rope behind the chair and tie it to your ankle." He complied resignedly. "Hand me the end."

Roxanne seemed to find a good spanking so fulfilling, he thought he should know about it; besides, he had no gym class all weekend. Perhaps he could get away with it. Docilely he allowed himself to be tied over the back of a chair.

Unlike Roxanne, Mary had no collection of canes and straps; she pulled his own belt out of his jeans, the same tool he'd whipped Mrs. Fein with. She showed him the technique he had lacked, too, when he had tried and failed to use the belt full-length. She stood to the side a distance off. So simple!

Many men under the whip gain impressive erections; they find in the experience a wild stimulation and can come from merely being whipped. Glenn was not so lucky. But they all feel the pain.

Whack! whack! One across each cheek, strong and sharp! He howled at the sting of it. The injuries continued to sting, radiating sting, giving it off into the air. 

Her cool hand stroked his small buns. "Your ass is very beautiful, Glenn," she murmured. "I love it intensely. I want to always have it to play with and look at all hours of the day. It is a lovely, pretty bottom, soft like a girl's but so completely a boy's." She stroked his scrotum lasciviously. "Today I'm going to possess it."

She moved back and he knew the belt was coming again, but all he could do was clench, there was no avoiding or amelioration possible.

"Please don't squinch it like that, Glenn. You can delay me, but you will sooner or later take every bit of the whipping you're due to receive. Relax it and keep it relaxed and it will go much quicker. Thaaat's it... No! That's better. Remember I love it very dearly--" Three deliberate strokes stiffened his spine and made him shriek. "Ah-ah! Relax it. Good." Another!

That belt in Mary's expert hands really stung! Glenn howled and mewed, he whimpered, he sobbed. Screaming and crying, he wheedled and pleaded and begged outright to be plowed up his ass.

"It's useless to hurry me, you beautiful little boy." The belt snaked whistling through the air, landing with a sharp sting, building up as it struck already reddened flesh. "Oh, I can't stand it! It's so lovely." The tip sang and pain shot into Glenn with each blow. He lost all dignity and wailed like a little child.

His disconsolate crying had no effect that he could discern, but nothing could have stopped him short of a gag. She left off hitting him after a while, and the area just shouted at him with persistent sting and deep ache. Almost ninety seconds went by before she started again.

He could turn to his left, tears and snot all over his face, and see her with the bustier and, now, the stiff plastic cock. For the first time he saw and deprecated the gray roots in her hair, the stretch marks marring her belly, the fleshy sag her years had given to every part of her body. Until her assault, he had seen none of it; he'd thought her glamorous.

He detested her more now with every thwack of the belt.

Mary was pleased with his first howls of pain. "It looks like I surprised the little fuck muffin," thought she. But as the red marks mounted up and blended together she began to think him less than stoic. None of the other people she'd spanked had kicked up a fuss to this extent. She deliberately kept it a restrained sort of whipping, since it was his first, but he sounded like nothing on earth.




Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 03



His mottled-red little ass looked beautiful, though. A bit dark and congested in color.

Another moment came when at last, for however long, he wasn't being tortured. She had stopped just in time, because he felt very close to vomiting. He swallowed his bile; snot was all down his chin. Time stretched out. Her voice came again, from in front of him, this time.

"Look up, Glenn."

There she stood with a big cock, a curved one molded with veins and made of a gel plastic, held by a strap harness to her hips. It possessed ridiculous little balls which ruined its symmetry. She was manipulating it. He could see it was soft outside by the way it deformed to her fingertips. It stayed firmly erect, though, so it probably had a more rigid core.

"Thank you, Mary, please fuck me now," he blubbered, although his breathing was becoming more even.

"You really do seem to want this thing inside you, darling. You want to be penetrated like a girl?" He agreed with all of it and begged to be sodomized. 

"I'm naming you Tiffany," she went on, "because you cry and want to be penetrated by people's cocks, and because you have such a soft sweet little bottom. Are you really like that, Tiffany? Cock-hungry?" He agreed. "You like to have cock stuffed in you, precious girl?" He did. "You're a girly-girl, I think." 

She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, then clenched her hand and pulled him up. "Suck cock, Tiffany-girl. Yes. That's it, but more tongue!" This was humiliating. "My my, sucking cock! What would people say?"

After enjoying his shame, she slid it out of his mouth, bent down and kissed him. During the kiss she stole a hand in and teased his nipple erect. "Sweet little tits! You're so pretty," she said, and moved around to the side again. He spat. He was still in agony and now feared more of the belt. He didn't dare look. 

"Is your little brown cunt all juicy? Oh, no. I better fix that." Her finger slid along his anus and then a nozzle took its place. A slug of lube shot into him and the excess dripped down his leg. "You're all wet, sweet pussy."

"Now, here it comes, baby girl, the cock you wanted. Your cunt is opening for it. Feel that, pussy baby? Nice. Oh, so beautiful. You aren't saying thank you, Tiffany." He was now! "Do you love it?" He loved having cock in him, he was a flouncy cock-sucking quiff all the way. But every thrust zinged him afresh when her thighs struck his injured skin. She came around then and made him suck again and taste his own ass. 

He had set himself to endure it until she finally let him loose. His dull and complete misery admitted no sparkle of enjoyment of any stripe. The entire thing had been beastly from the first knot she'd tied, and he now had crippling pain to go with it.

She caught a signal, belatedly, from his streaming eyes, resentment it seemed like, and she pulled the thing from his mouth and untied him, cooing at him, asking him if that wasn't so bad after all, offering him her ass as a reward. He didn't meet her eye, though, and the only thing he said was excuse me. Off he went, moving like an eighty-year-old, down the hall to the bathroom.

Mary wiped things up and removed the prosthetic. "That boy was sulking," she said aloud. "I don't think he was happy at all." She was lubricating herself when he came back in. "Are you okay, Glenn? Come fuck me, baby."

"I can't," he said. "I'm going home, I guess."

"What?"

"I can't concentrate to do anything, the way this hurts." He set about slowly getting dressed again, even though they had the best part of an hour's time left before he had to leave. 

Turning down sex! This must be serious, thought Mary. What if he turned her in somehow? 

"I really hurt you, didn't I?" Oh God, help me! she said to herself in a panic, make him feel good about me again!

"I gave it a fair shot, but I'm never doing anything like this again," he said. "I hurt too much. I can't even get hard, I'm so miserable."

"I'm so sorry, Glenn! I hope you're not angry. It wasn't that bad a whipping, really, I never knew I was hurting you so much! I promise I'll never whip you again." She knelt before him. Her fear of exposure had put genuine tears in her eyes. "I'm beastly sorry, but it was so lovely! It was supposed to be good for you, too!"

"I liked the buttfucking, actually, except the part where you touched the hurts. It looks like a lot of bruises in the mirror." He straightened from tying his shoes and met her repentant regard. "I know--"

"Oh my Lord, Glenn. I really overdid it." 

Bruises! The word rebounded in her head. They can take pictures of bruises. But he shouldn't have bruises, I swung slow!

"No, overdoing it is not the problem. I don't believe there's a smaller amount of this that I will ever enjoy. I just don't intend ever to do it again. I hope that's all right."

"Don't you feel it tingle, though, now that it's over?"

Every touch of his clothes hurt him again. The ache went clear through. "Not to speak of. Maybe in a few hours it'll be tingle, I don't know. It just aches now, unless something touches it, of course. Then it feels like a bad burn. I really don't find it sexy at all. I can't imagine why anyone ever fucking would!"

He was speaking now through clenched teeth, but Mary was analyzing and missed the cues.

"Maybe it's a male thing," she conjectured.

"Yeah!" he snapped in sudden annoyance. He still hated her quite a bit.

"No, really, I've only done women, before today! That was mild to medium as whippings go, for a woman--"

"I took it! I went through the whole thing!" Glen clamped his lips.

"Yes, but--!"

"I never asked you to let me loose, did I?" 

He was stung in his pride now. His hatred of her had him on the very cusp of leaving. He was not a vengeful person, but he would have made her very sorry if she'd used the occasion to triumph over him.

Mary felt she'd lost ground. She hastened to reassure. "I really don't mean anything bad about you, you were superb. You gave me so much fun! But I feel so bad, now."

"It was as much my fault as yours, I agreed to it. I wanted to know what the thrill was, but I don't get it, I guess. Pain hurts, in my view."

It struck her funny and she tittered. She was nothing but a bag of rats now. Her wide eyes flickered over him, trying to read his emotions. "Well! Please, tell me you won't just leave for good, I'd hate to lose you!" She put a hand out for his; he accepted the contact. She slathered it on.

"Now that it comes to it, Glenn, I want you to know that I am very fond of you. I admire your wit and inventiveness. As a lover you are one of the very best. I respect you, despite your age. Roxanne, Roxy I mean, absolutely dotes on you, and I can't remember a nicer man. Believe me, if I had any idea it was so awful for you...! Oh, I do hope you won't leave me over this!" She leaned her head against the front of his legs, hugging his knees.

"I know I'm supposed--"

"Glenn, please, tell me you won't just leave me!" She turned her face up to him, weeping. 

She had to know. She was prepared to act very desperately; much depended on his answer to this. She seemed stagey and unreal to him, but he certainly had an answer for her, so he gave it. 

"I want to keep on, Mary; I just feel like I let you down over this, now." He extended his other hand and guided her to her feet. She trembled all over with relief.

They hugged each other and she needed his support to stand. "Hold me up, Glenn! God, I'm a wreck!" she said, shaking, "I was so afraid to lose you!"

"Mary, this was bad, but it's just pain." She fussed over him a little and smoothed his hair, while he protested that he'd be all right.

The whole thing was smoothed over, it seemed. But she watched him through her windows in great anxiety. He tottered cautiously up the street until he passed out of her sight. 

He got home earlier than he'd planned, of course. His brother had a 'phone message: Jackie had called; she'd seen Nan, and told her the news. His family knew about Jackie, too. He might have been in the mood for his sister's ribbing, but his ass hurt like hell. He got loose after a little while, and was able to return Jackie's call.

She felt better. Nan was sulky and resented Glenn and even Jackie, a little, but the girls' friendship was still alive.

"It'll never be the same, though, not really. We used to always tell each other everything and never even think about it." This wasn't strictly true.

"And a boy has come between you," he summarized. "I'm sorry it was me."

"Nan will be all right. Maybe when she has a boyfriend..."

"So we ought to try to get Nan laid?"

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Saturday morning he spent on a chaste, supervised "date" with Jackie. Absolutely no progress got made on the sexual front. They didn't so much as kiss. Jackie's father was being very protective.

He was free in the evening and called Lisa. At first he was unable to come over; his parents wanted him home, they said. On the other hand it didn't seem like they had any particular reason for it. 

He cooled it awhile, kicking around and doing homework, but after an hour he made a call to Roxanne, who "hired" him for "a few little jobs" around her house again. She, too, could make 'phone calls, though, and he hadn't been there with Lisa very long before Lisa was asked to come over to her grandmother's.

"Oh, go ahead, Lisa, I'll get Glenn home. Just go and have fun."

Well, there was nothing for them to do now but bear it. Roxanne bundled them into the car, dropped the girl off and went directly back. Don had left for his own Saturday night out.

"I've missed you so much," she told him, although he'd had nearly a four-hour session with her only the Wednesday before, pounding her de luxe rectum enough to leave him sore overnight. "I've wanted you every hour of the day."

"Have your lips missed me?" They had! A lot of other parts of her had missed him, also. After she'd exhausted the boy, she paid him for his "odd jobs" and delivered him home. 

She saw, of course. It made her jealous. Mary has been taking extra innings with him. Those were bruises. But I don't dare ask either of them. Oh, Glenn.

The next day Glenn was again up to the hilt in Mrs. Fein's consummate rectum, at Mary's this time, for the traditional collection day orgy. The atmosphere was different. An estrangement, nothing so frank as a rift, had developed between Mrs. Gilbert and her paper boy.

Glenn, to Mary, seemed less reliable. Where before she had seized him and kissed him as soon as the door opened, she hesitated this time. It was essential not to drive him off by some misstep. He had to open his arms and move to her to make it happen.

His memory of hating her so thoroughly hadn't erased itself. She looked nearer her age now. Mary had lost her glamor for good.

But everyone had always had an agenda of their own, after all. There were still hot moments of wholeheartedness, usually when somebody was up somebody's ass.

Roxanne was accepting him on her back, her legs up and spread, holding her hairless sex open with her hands for Mary to lick. Mary had been asked very diffidently and sweetly to do this by the boy, but in fact, before he'd been drawn into their orbit, she'd been licking it. Having the boy was much more to their tastes, though.

Mary had curled her body toward him to invite his hand into her. Glenn looked down at it, and saw her anus, stretching taut over the top of his hand, now deep inside her pussy. He wanted that. I gotta fuck Mary's ass next, he told himself, but not right now...!

His cock slid in and out in Roxy's ass, an ostinato beneath the improvising tongue of her friend. She was breathing so hard her toes and fingers had started to tingle. Closing her eyes, she felt her giddiness flow seamlessly into her orgasm. The wave started from his sweet cock and from her swimming head, and met in the middle. The other two watched Roxy's spine straighten and then arch upward. She uttered a piteous wail and shook with the power of her come. 

To feed Roxy's obvious peak, Mary worked her tongue harder. Glenn felt Mary push herself even more deeply onto his hand. As his own orgasm approached, he called, "Mary, open your mouth!" 

Pulling out of the experienced anus, he peeled the condom and thrust into Mary's open throat. He let her have him. Roxanne slumped gasping onto the couch, languid and smiling. She opened her eyes again to watch Mary accept his roaring come with her brow drawn together. The young man clutched Mary's hair and his muscles stood out on his thighs and arm. Mary had a palm pressed to his hip to cushion his thrusts and she was swallowing and slurping. 

Roxanne loved to watch him come hard like this; his fierce expression thrilled her every time. Her master's comes always confirmed her devotion to him. His belly muscles under the light soft hair curled and bunched with every jam of cock into Mary's greedy mouth; taut muscles were straining in his neck and young legs. He looked so strong and so beautiful.

Mary immersed her senses in the animal smell of him, the power of his firm hips and splashing sperm. His balls whipped her chin. His hand pushed her head against him; his slim cock was stone-hard, jetting. He howled as he fucked her like some personified male force. 

When it ended, he seemed to have had all his force sucked from him, all in her belly now. She guided his hip tenderly as he sat bonelessly beside Roxanne, knees weak and eyes unfocused. She had followed him as he dropped, and now, with a contented expression, she ran her mouth in long strokes up and down his softened cock. Mary knew he was still good for one more; she settled in between his knees to make him hard again.

Glenn turned groggily and caught sight of Mary's face, still sucking, and then Roxanne's naked cunt, the clit still uplifted from between the lips. Idly he fingered it, bringing a pampered sigh from Roxanne. He looked at Mary again, and remembered what he'd decided to do. He pictured Mary's anus, teased Roxanne's clit, and let his cock return to hardness for a while before telling Mary what he wanted.

"Yes, lovely!" Mary exclaimed, agreeing. She turned to present her ass to him on her knees. Roxanne arranged herself beneath her within reach of her cunt.

"Lick her now, and then I'll come in." The boy lubricated her, but he was distracted watching his fingers sink in. He slid three in at once, then lubed his hand more and did it again.

"Glenn, why don't you put the whole hand in!" suggested Roxanne, who was watching with fascinated interest from under her friend's belly. Those bruises she'd seen were once again coming home to roost; Roxanne wanted Mary to pay. 

Mary swore but didn't explicitly object, so he tucked his little finger and thumb and pushed. The whole area deformed inward around his hand. Glenn slitted his eyes in pure lust to see it.

"Keep licking her!" he said tersely, and while she did, he spiraled his invading hand to ease the strong clutch of the muscle ring and worked it a centimeter deeper. Mary Gilbert's mouth was wide open, she panted and groaned.

Another notch, and then a slow, steady slide, beautiful to see. "Oh Lord, lick me, Roxy! Oh, fuck!" cried Mary, and she groaned again deep in her chest. He and Roxanne watched her ass swallow him almost to the wrist. "Ah, you little bastard, fist me good!" Mary's cheek lay against the carpet; with closed eyes and open mouth she let herself be taken.

Roxy had shifted to the side to allow Mary to drop her chest and improve the angle. And the young man took a measure of revenge, driving his meaty hand deeply and repeatedly into his hostess's warm ass. Roxanne slid up and licked his cock unbidden to be able to watch him doing it. 

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Aquiline

by Glenn T. Svoboda

My new love lifts herself onto the air

In one supple leap and wingbeat, up

in the sunlight from her resting place 

beside me very close. I can still taste

the scent of our passion and I'm awed.

Will this be the mother of my sons? 

I see the underside of her wings heave;

the sun glints from her strong body, so proud.

Will this be the mother of my sons? 

In her incomparable beauty do I see

my own future rising to the air?

My deepest heart knows the truth of it.

I hear muscular beats of sweet wings:

Will this be the mother of my sons? 

"Glenn, this is so good!"

"You like it? I'm so glad."

"You said you'd write a new poem for your girlfriend. I love this! Can I--"

"It's for you, keep it."

"Can I show it to people?"

The two of them stood close, facing a blank corner of the school building, early in the morning, right off the buses. Most people went inside, so they had relative privacy of speech out there.

He said he had another poem that he was working on. "I call it, Up In Jackie's Tights--"

"Don't you dare!"

"It's an ode."

"I bet! Are you serious?"

"You couldn't call it serious entirely, but I really do have half the poem done."

"No! An ode?! To what's up in my tights?"

"Yep. I like it already, but it's not finished, like I say--"

"My dad would kill me if he saw it!"

"Nah, he'd kill me! You he'd put in a convent or something, 'til you're eighty."

"I know! God, Glenn." She looked at him with his hair whipping his forehead, grinning in the wind. "I gotta see it, though," she admitted, "Just as soon as it's done."

"Naturally. Then we'll put it on the bulletin board by the office."

"Ha ha. Look, I'm sorry I ever told people I was your girlfriend; ever since, my dad has been watching us like a mama cat. If we ever did get in bed, he'd get in with us, I swear. It's a real pain."

"I hear ya! My mom and dad have made a bushel of new rules. It blows. There's only one thing to do. We have to lie." 

"Yeah, I guess." She sighed, perhaps for lost childhood. "Okay! What's the plan?"

"Let's try an old traditional lie. I saw this on TV lots of times. The girl says she's going someplace with a girl friend, only she meets the boy instead. If we don't do it every time it should go smooth." 

You can get away with nearly anything if you don't make a habit of it.

"You know what'd be nice, is warm weather. We could go anywhere!"

"I know! It'll be months, though. What about the girlfriend lie?"

"I'd want to tell the girlfriend so she'd lie to back us up."

"So you'll get it all set? There's other ways, too, but let's at least try that one."

"Yeah. I can trust Nan. I'll see her today and set one up. What day?"

"How about tonight? There's a dance at the rec."

Oblong and Diablerie were rocking the JCC rec, and they'd danced a little. They were sitting the third tune out, resting. No one could possibly have heard them unless the power went off; it was so loud the kids from the School For the Deaf had come downstairs and were dancing to the vibrations.

"I brought the last two doobs," Glenn told her, "wanna take off a while?"

"Oo goody! Where can we go?"

"The Methodist church; it's practically next door."

"How can we get in the church?"

"Watch me. I got the touch." He had a key, too. He was in the MYF.

They went through the darkened church to the MYF room, where there were two dilapidated couches in a windowless space behind the auditorium stage in the basement. Lights wouldn't show from there, so they had illumination as well as soft beds. The heat was down low, but you can't have everything.

The first thing was a good solid kiss and grope, and then another. "Smoke," Jackie said.

They passed it back and forth and took their coats off. Jackie sat on his lap and unsnapped her bra with a smirk. During the petting session that followed, two things happened: the dope hit them and Jackie could feel his hardened cock pushing into her flesh.