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CHAPTER FOUR

Harriet was sorry her daughter was ashamed of her. When Renee's pregnancy had started showing, Harriet had shown her daughter all the love and concern possible, explaining to her why she was going to have a baby. The older woman saw the mistake she had made in not educating her daughter in advance, and she had wanted Renee to educate Idrine, but Renee, as stiffly Victorian mentally, as Harriet had been, felt it was better Idrine know nothing of such thing until much later in life.

Though Harriet did nothing to encourage Renee to follow in her own footsteps, she was surprised at the disgust her daughter showed when Renee learned how Harriet made her living. She was also hurt when, on Idrine's tenth birthday, Renee had moved out of the house.

Renee made a decent living as a secretary, it didn't begin to compare with what Harriet was earning. She already had enough money on which to retire, but Harriet had taken such a liking to her profession, she decided to continue. The grandmother was never harassed by the police, though certain members of the force did visit her from time-to-time, for servicing. Harriet gave them her cunt, gratis. It was good public relations.

Renee had called earlier in the day, saying she was sending Idrine over with a roasted chicken. She, Renee, had wrapped the chicken up tightly in a small package. Harriet, who hated to cook, thanked her daughter, knowing if Renee didn't send things over from time-to-time, she would be eating all her meals out of cans. In return for the food Renee sent over, Harriet always gave her daughter and granddaughter expensive gifts.

Idrine was due over at four o'clock, so Harriet knew enough not to have any men around. She always shooed Idrine out by five, because that was when homecoming businessmen would start stopping in. Harriet usually worked by appointment, and handled as many as eight different men a night, an hour apart, giving each man forty minutes, thus allowing herself plenty of time to clean up for the next client. Her rates were considered reasonable. However the quantity of customers always assured her of never less than two hundred dollars each night, half of which she declared to Internal Revenue.

It was three-forty-five when her doorbell rang. Thinking her granddaughter had arrived early, the young grandmother opened the door and found herself facing Brian Wolfe.

"Hi," he said. "I was wondering if I could see you on some business."

"Brian," she chastised, "you know I work by appointment. Now if you'd like me to arrange an appointment, providing you have the money, I think we can set something up for tomorrow."

"I gotta have it now," Brian told her, taking out his wallet. "Come on, Ms. Pembroke. It won't take long."

"I'm expecting company at four," she told the boy.

She took money from boys simply because she couldn't let it be, known she had a fetish for them, but the truth was, Harriet would have fucked for any teenage boy – for nothing. But if it got around she was giving her pussy for nothing, then men would be trying to make the same demands of her. No, she had to charge. But her rates for boys were much less than for men. Brian's handing her twenty-five dollars assured him of being able to do anything he wanted, whereas a man had to settle for a pipe job for that kind of money. No man ever got her cunt for less than thirty-five dollars. Fifty assured the man of two orgasms. Anything over fifty allowed a man complete leeway with Harriet outside of bondage and domination. She disliked whips and branding irons.

"All right, Brian," Harriet nodded. "But you'll have to be out of here in twenty minutes, understand?"

"Sure," Brian nodded, a twinkle in his eye. Twenty minutes was all he needed. He had never made it with Harriet Pembroke before, but there were a few girls in school with whom he had scored. And he had discovered he had amazing stamina. Not only could he outlast the girls, but he could wear each of them down in a matter of minutes. Since Harriet Pembroke was an older, more experienced woman, Brian figured it would take twenty minutes to wear her down.

Harriet led the boy into her private room, a room her granddaughter had never seen. It was brightly lit, with a large bed right in the middle of the room. It was a circular bed which one could climb onto from any side.

Brian had been after Harriet's cunt for a long time. But he was more interested in Idrine, the virgin granddaughter. And the path to Idrine was through Harriet, though the older woman had no idea what was going on in Brian Wolfe's mind.

Stripping down, Harriet let Brian look her over, and the boy audibly whistled. Though Harriet was thirty-nine, she took excellent care of her body, exercising every day. Her breasts, each now the size of a honeydew, looked as firm and as solid as any melon. The nipples were long, thick chocolate stems each protruding from what appeared to be a chocolate puddle of aureole.

Harriet's hair was always tied in a bun at the of her neck. It was still a rich brown with no silver threads in it. She would have let her hair down, but Brian felt aroused at the idea of fucking this older woman, made to look even older by the way her hair was formed, and so he asked her to leave it alone.

Brian hesitantly stripped down. With the girls he had never completely undressed, usually because he was screwing them in someone's basement, and he needed to keep his clothing on in case he had to run in a hurry. He was on the skinny side, though Harriet could see the boy was solid.

There was a mirror on the ceiling, letting Harriet and the boy see themselves. Harriet liked the idea of a ceiling mirror. It excited her to watch herself being fucked. And now with this young boy, who sent a rush of heat into her loins, she wanted to be fucked more than ever. Had Brian not been so young, Harriet would never have allowed him to come in at this time. But she was so hot for the young boy's youthful body, she had broken her own rule.

She lay on the bed, and the boy came over and laid down next to her. Her arm swept him close to her, and she was kissing his youthful lips. His mouth was wide open, and his tongue met hers between both pairs of lips in a headlong rush. Even as young Brian's tongue made contact with the roof of her mouth, she looked up and saw their close bodies in the overhead mirror, and felt more aroused than ever. Yes, she wanted to watch herself being fucked by the boy. Soon she would have his juices swirling around in her hot vagina, a pussy she continually exercised.

"Come on, Brian," she urged. "I'm more than ready. Come on and fuck me."

The woman twisted her lips against those of the boy, feeling him respond. She could tell she wouldn't be Brian's first lay, and in a way she was sorry. She would have loved to have taught him everything, her way. Even so, she would teach. She enjoyed the pressure of his hard, youthful body, and she could sense his young prick battering away at her thigh. For a young boy he was distinctly well-hung. The blood-bloated cock rubbed hotly against her flesh, and Harriet could see the boy was as eager as she. She was going to enjoy this boy, she could tell.

For his own part, Brian was intent on fucking this grandmotherly whore as she had never been fucked before. Being young and eager, he was also overconfident in his abilities.

Staring at Brian's well-endowed cock thrilled Harriet. It looked much larger than the reflection in the mirror. And soon it would be skewering into her tight pussy. She could barely wait.

Whenever she became involved with a male, Harriet became mentally detached from, everything happening to her. She knew it was all happening to her own body, yet she felt like an onlooker. Her hot, liquid pussy was ablaze with lust, and she could feel her bubbling lubricant sloshing out from between her labia and dribbling down her thighs onto the bedspread. When she wasn't looking up into the overhead mirror, she knew she would be looking down between her thighs, watching the boy's solid beef roll slide into her tight quiff.

The sight of the strong penis sliding in and out of her vagina excited her more than Harriet could recall. It always brought back memories of Murray, the ambulance attendant, and though she had forgotten his cruelty for the most part, she still remembered how good his driving penis had felt in her, once the pain had dissipated.

Harriet wanted that feeling again and again and again, and no one male would ever be enough to satisfy her. That was one of the reasons why she had become the village prostitute. She knew what people called her, and she felt somewhat proud.

She felt young Brian pushing her thighs wide apart, then he doubled her knees back until the caps were practically pressing into her bulbous breasts. Her hot vagina was open and totally exposed to the gaze of the young body, and the look on his face thrilled her. She could see how excited he was at the sight of her dripping gash, and it made her that much more aroused. Yes, she loved doing things with young boys.

"I wanna lick your pussy, first," Brian Wolfe told her. "I wanna lick it and suck it and bite it and drive my tongue all the way up inside you. I wanna see if I can make you come before you make me come."

"That sounds nice," Harriet nodded. There were almost no men willing to lick her pussy because it was constantly in use. Yet Harriet knew how foolish the men were, because she always cleaned her cunt out after being with a man, and it was fresher and tastier than if no cock had fucked it at all.

"And I want you to suck my cock while I'm eating your cunt," Brian told her. "And I'll fuck you another time."

"Okay," Harriet agreed. "I'll credit some of the money you've paid me for a future time, at your convenience."

The boy had spelled out his demands, and they were more than Harriet had expected, yet because he was a boy, she was willing to go along with what he wanted. But all through this, her mind remained detached from the physical action, and she felt a kind of hypnotic pleasure run through her, as if she were a voyeur. It would be fun to see how this callow youth could take her body on some spiritual journey through sexual nirvana. It would be a re-enactment, in part, of the many scenes she had played in this bed, only the boy was offering to give more of himself than most men.

Leaning across her body, Brian sucked the chocolate tip of her breast into his young mouth. His teeth sank into the vibrant, sensitive flesh, sending electric shudders coursing through the young grandmother. She felt delightedly aroused, basically because he was so deliciously young, and she clung to each marvelous sensation as his mouth covered her entire nipple, aureole and breast with hot, burning kisses. After a moment, she felt him start to slide his lips lower and kiss her ribcage. The boys lips worked even lower now, licking into her navel. Yes, yes, he was going to do everything he had promised. Harriet was the kind of person who always did twice as much for someone who did things for her. And since this boy was so avid to munch her pussy, she'd give his cock the sucking of a lifetime.

His lips were now pressing into her bare pelvic flesh. Her on looking mind seemed suspended in that instant in time; that moment of anticipation prior to the glorious pleasure she knew would definitely be forthcoming. His tongue was about to seek the division between her slavering labia, and his lips were about to plant oral kisses all over her seething nookie.

"Yes, Brian," she gasped, "yes, yes, do it, now. Kiss my hungry pussy. It's more than a pussy. It's a tigress waiting to devour your sweet, young mouth. Shove that wonderful tongue of yours all the way into my cunt, right now."

Her voice had taken on a demanding quality, as a teacher instructing a pupil. Her observant mind looked on her body as a totally different individual issuing commands, even though the vocal sounds were coming from her own mouth. And when Brian Wolfe finally slithered his hot, long, wet tongue between the soft, tender folds of her seething cunt, it was the voice of that other person who yelled. She felt the reaching lingual digit make contact with her simmering clitoris as it reached out from behind the membrane where it had been hiding.

"Aaaaiiiiggghhh… oooooh… aaaarrrrgggghhhh… yessssssss…" Harriet hissed out at the boy, sounding like steam coming from a radiator. Her mouth unleashed the wicked pleasures bursting through her womanly body when his tongue electrically collided with her tingling clitoris. And when the boy's teeth surrounded and closed in on the oversensitive nubbin, she gasped and screeched, her hands reaching out and tugging on his brown, frizzy hair. She wrapped strands around her fingers and pulled the young boy's face deeper into her seething cunt, feeling an entire series of mini-orgasms blister their way through her.

It was good, really good. It was more than good, it was great. It had been a long, long time since Harriet had felt a tongue caress her clitoris. She liked this Wolfe boy. It showed he wasn't afraid. And now that he was munching on her clit, she wanted more and more and more.

Brian sucked the tiny cocklike clitoris up against the roof of his mouth, using his tongue to rub the clit into his palate as his teeth sank into the delicate membranes surrounding the febrile organ. The boy's tongue worked around and around and around, moving in ever-diminishing circles, stroking wickedly across the seething clit.

Harriet was rotating her hips, rubbing her asscheeks into the firm, foam-rubber mattress. Her asscheeks moved as if receiving messages from her clitoral nerve center, which in turn was instructed to do these things by Brian's working tongue. She felt the boy running his hands up over her belly to gather and crush her full, rounded breasts, almost brutal in his handling of them.

Harriet responded by sighing and gasping, loudly. With some clients she did this as an act, but she wasn't acting at the moment as she tugged his face all the deeper into her frothing cauldron. His lips and tongue continued their driving assault on the simmering depths of her viscid pussy. The boy was making obscene sucking noises which carried throughout the room.

Harriet's head whipped wildly from side to side in total wanton abandon, and Brian's mouth opened even wider. The boy slid his tongue down through her vaginal groove, then slurped back up again, tickling her clitoris. Once again the tongue sank down through the hairless groove of her bare pussy, then slithered into the hot, steaming hole of her anxious cunt. It licked in, then out, then slashed across her perineum to lick at the crevice between her dimpled asscheeks. A moment later, the tongue was back, lapping through the hot, steaming cunt again. He ran his tongue around the elastic rim of her seething vagina, licking and teasing, making her inwardly scream for him to bury the lingual length inside her again.

Harriet felt the boy restrain himself for what seemed like an eternity, and then his tongue began wildly fucking into her slurping nookie, moving with the same speed a woodpecker uses to drive his beak into the bole of a tree. She felt Brian nailing his tongue hotly, wetly into the slavering depths of her clasping vaginal hole.

The young grandmother heard herself muttering a stream of unintelligible curses as the boy's tongue now spiraled through her frothing fissure. His lips sucked each of her inner labia, then caressed each of her outer labia. She felt his fingers moving up to the undersides of her knees, and now he was pressing her knees back until they were all but touching her shoulders, lifting her ass even higher.

Her vaginal and anal openings were upthrust and totally exposed to the wild lickings of his tongue. His hands came down and sank into the soft cheeks of her buttocks as he extended his tongue as far as possible into the searing temple of her inflamed cunt.

Harriet found herself grunting and sighing as she had often done when first starting out in this life. Attaining orgasms was something she had always found easy, even as a young whore with an infant daughter to support. Now, with this boy sinking his tongue into her vaginal pit, she felt transformed into the young girl she used to be. Not that she was unhappy about it.

From the time she first decided to become a prostitute, Harriet had always enjoyed life. She'd turned her back on her Aunt Cecile and had screwed the local judge to prevent him from issuing a court order sending her back to her aunt's after the birth of her child. The judge was so delighted with the way she had behaved, he had secretly kept her under his personal guardianship until she reached twenty-one. And it was he who had issued orders to the police not to get in her way when she had "gone public".

It had been such a long time since she had been orally fucked. The judge had been one of the few men who did things like that, and after him there were less than a half dozen. But here was Brian, making her grind her asscheeks like a teenage twiff. The pounding rhythm of his tongue thrilled her pussy, and the electric charges shooting through her body had taken over command of her dizzying thoughts.

Harriet's head was filled with a million delights as she stared at the reflection, envying herself for being able to see and feel it all. The wonderful reflection enjoying the same sensations as herself looked more enticing than any previous reflection she had ever seen. It had been such a long time since she felt she was genuinely feeling something new, different, and fresh. There was no doubt about it, the boy had a way with his tongue. Her inner emotions felt raw, exposed, open, and delighted.

"Oh Christ!" she yelled. "Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck my cunt with your tongue and don't ever stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The hot, wet tongue continued boring into her vaginal sinkhole. What she felt from the boy's licking was total, complete, undiluted enchantment, and she wanted more and more, aching to feel every last little bit Brian Wolfe had to offer. Harriet could feel the oral digit slurping through her feminine cave at breakneck speed, her asscheeks twitching with each wonderful, thrilling stab into her fiery vaginal orifice.

And then, when she was at the peak of her enjoyment, Harriet felt the boy pull his tongue out of her teeming pussy and lick at her asshole. He lapped at the tiny, secret, puckered ring. Many men had fucked her ass as an alternative to her cunt, but this was the first boy to lick at her anus. This was a first for Harriet, and the boy's sizzling tongue sent sparks shooting straight up her spine, into the base of her brain, making her mind re-join her body and thrill to the fullest erotic pleasure she had ever known.

Brian's tongue struck out like a wild snake moving after its helpless prey. The oral extension licked against the tiny clenched hole, sending more sizzling thrills through the young grandmother. His licking was a constant flame shooting fiery rumbles into her rectum.

"Annnnnhhhhh!" the woman gasped, squirming and writhing with new, heretofore unknown thrills as far as she was concerned. No wonder men always trembled and shuddered so when she licked their bumholes. The sensation of contact – his tongue with her anal center – sent spasms of blistering electricity cloying through her anguished body.

Thrills crashed against Harriet's brain with the intensity of a mile-high tidal wave. Little by little the narrow point of his tongue was working its way into the tight, restricted area of her anus, opening it up so more of his tongue could fit in. The stabbing digit was worming its way deeper and deeper.

She was sure it was a good two or three inches into her, yet Harriet knew that was physically impossible.

The truth was, Brian's tongue was no more than a quarter of an inch into her ass, but it kept her at the peak of her frenzy. Her womanly body trembled beyond all control as spasms furiously rippled through her with currents of electrical pleasure, making her twist and squirm like some helpless fish on a hook.

Brian was getting a bigger kick out of it than even he had dreamed. To think, he was arousing this much feeling in the village prostitute; the one woman he was certain had been beyond feeling. Well, the fellows in school were certain of it, anyway. He had wanted to find out for himself, and that was precisely what he was doing. And to his wonderment and enjoyment, he could see she was a long way away from being beyond feeling.

Brian wanted to feel her mouth surround his cock. He had heard from others that she was so fantastic she could suck a man's soul out through his cock. She would do it anytime he wished. Of that much, Brian was certain.

Harriet's thoughts were concentrated on what the boy was doing, but she could see by the way the boy's ass was twitching that he was feeling tremendously aroused. His throbbing prick was probably hurting him by now, and it probably felt as tall as the Empire State Building.

Brian felt the pressure of his excited blood filling the throbbing machine, making it twitch and shudder, filling it with circulating passion until it seemed ready to totally explode. Shee-it! He wanted to cram his meat all the way down her throat so she could feel it deep down in her quivering belly. And while he was bringing on a major orgasm in her body with his mouth, he would let her continue to suck his pulsing dingus.

But Brian didn't want to come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her cunt and at the same time bring on another climax. He wanted this woman temporarily pooped. He would teach her that a young boy like himself knew more about fucking than most mature adults.

Harriet felt him stabbing his tongue deeper and deeper into her anal cavern, pressuring it into her until she thought she would scream. And then, when he had pushed the wriggling digit in until it was almost three-eights of an inch into her, he suddenly wrenched it free.

Twisting around on the bed, Brian positioned his pulsing, wet, anguished cock directly over the young grandmother's mouth. He raised his face from her anal depths, his saliva-covered tongue dangling over her bare pussy, its tip resting teasingly right near her clitoris.

"Now!" Brian Wolfe gasped to Harriet Pembroke. "Now you start sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow, got me?"

The young boy was actually ordering Harriet, and the woman smiled to herself. Let him think he's in command, for now.

Brian, certain she would obey his order, sank his dripping tongue into the furnace of her vagina again, feeling the boglike flesh suck his oral digit all the way inside. Her pussy muscles were so finely turned, she actually was able to yank on his extended lingual probe, pulling it ever deeper into her creaming depths.

Harriet was thrilled with all this. It had been so long since any male had actually catered to her body. True, there were clients who got their kicks from being forced to do things to her, but that was no fun for Harriet. This boy was willingly trying to please her, as if his own enjoyment hinged on hers.

Totally lost to the passionate licking tongue in her womb, she decided she wanted to swallow the boy's meaty cock all the way into her belly, and she would have, had it been feasible. In any case, she wanted to suck his dingus and keep on sucking it until her stomach was filled with the boy's seething glue. Her wide-open eyes were now staring at the boy's throbbing dork, noting how it trembled in anticipation of being sheathed inside her mouth.

As Brian's tongue sank into her creaming depths, Harriet shouted a thrilling gasp and reaching out, grabbed the boy's hovering pidookie. She held it tightly and yanked it, headfirst, toward her gaping mouth. Her tongue stabbed out, flicking at the cockhead and licking off the colorless brandy pouring from the slit in the shuddering tip. The hard, rubbery flesh of the thick head jerked and twitched as her tongue licked all over it, once again making Harriet realize she was in control of the situation, as she had always been in control of the situation, even when she had been a teenaged hoyden.

There was power in being able to control a man by sucking his cock, just as she had felt the power temporarily go over to Brian when he had licked her asshole. Harriet's power was in the dealing of pleasure, and because Brian had been able to give her pleasure, he had gained a measure of power over her no male had enjoyed since that first time Murray had raped her.

Lilting, tingling spasms were building in her belly, and she sucked with greater intensity as she felt his tongue drill through her junketlike vaginal center. Because of the great intensity of delight in her cunt, Harriet reacted with stronger oral pressure, licking Brian's hot, blood filled member as if it were a fleshy lollipop. She used the point of her tongue like a stinger, lightly touching the delicate corona here and there, making it wildly leap.

Then she extended her tongue like a support beam and brought the boy's hard cock down until the top lay flatly against her oral digit. Her lips formed a hot, round circle around the pulsating glans, and then she tightened them, making Brian gasp as he sank his tongue through the bog of her pussy.

This was the first time the boy was being eaten with such finesse. Now her oval lips sucked the red, rubbery head between them. Brian slammed his hips down as his massive throbbing tip began plugging into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. And then the thick glans pushed against the soft, pulpy back of her throat, and Harriet felt as if her flesh was accordioning back there and ramming into her gullet.

Her esophagus, used to even thicker penises, opened wide and tugged the pulsing member in as her lips tightened their hold on the bole of his pushing member. Her teeth edged their way along the flesh of Brian's throbbing cock as her tongue lapped and swirled around the expanding crimson cap.

She jerked her head back with her teeth still tightly clamped to the pulsing meat, and there were little white streaks where the blood had been momentarily forced away from the surface of his penile flesh.

Forcing her head forward, Harriet sucked the heavy rod into her throat, wanting to swallow even more of his rigid length. The strong, manly scent of his groin assailed her nostrils, making them quiver, and Harriet felt internally excited. She savagely rammed her face down along the length of his column of rigid muscle, plunging the head right back into her narrow gullet. She wanted to suck the jism out of him.

Brian thought her sucking mouth felt like it was filled with hot, melted margarine as his hard penis drove into the burning liquid depths to its full length. The pressure of her teeth on the outer skin made his testicles shudder with the need to release his churning semen.

The young boy's face pressed tightly into the older woman's slick, narrow corridor as Harriet wriggled and trembled under the workings of his masterful young tongue. She was reaching for her climax, and she knew this one would be a dilly. She could tell the boy sensed her orgasmic approach because of the rapid way he was driving his penis in and out of her sucking throat. He was as excited for her as he was for himself, which was another good sign. When he grew up, he would make some woman a fantastic sex partner, if nothing else.

The young grandmother's lips tightened all the more solidly around Brian's thrusting cock. Harriet was shivering with excitement as she realized she was on the brink of a glorious climax. Her hand reached up between the taut, smooth thighs around her face and cupped his balls, holding the twin marbles in the warmth of her palm. She massaged this latest prize, careful not to apply too much pressure.

The whore's lips were grotesquely distended and stretched by the rigid presence of the young boy's cock. Each time she took it into the hot, swirling depths of her sucking mouth, her lips folded in on the thick pike. Her tongue ran wildly around the bulbous head as quickly as possible, teasing, tantalizing, and stroking it into total submission, in the hope of forcing it to explode its white contents into her mouth.

The swollen cock became thicker as it pushed into Harriet's throat. The blood-red color of the glans seemed to drift to the thick stalk, feeling it swell to greater and greater thickness. Though she didn't know why, the young grandmother felt the need to make this boy spurt his seed down her throat.

Her fingers massaged his tight, swollen testicles all the faster, silently pleading for him to release his hot, sticky load. At the same time, her own belly seemed to take flight into an ecstatic dimension she had rarely reached before as her head continued its insistent up and down bobbing. She sucked the boy's hard, pulsing cock with more powerful tugs of her lips.

The orgasm in Harriet's body was almost there. She could feel the gathering billows rising inside her like storm clouds ready to explode at any moment. The woman was sure she would go completely insane if her climax didn't come shortly. It was so near, so near, and yet it wasn't quite there. Her head pumped all the more furiously, as her sucking lips tightened their grip even more. Her nose pressed into his groin, mashing his wet pubic hairs into his body as the young grandmother sucked with all the urgency in her passion-filled body.

Her climax was closer than ever. She could feel it building more rapidly now, rising higher inside her body. She was close to the point of complete crisis, and Brian, sensing her nearness to satisfaction, drove his thick, long tongue all the deeper into the seething pit of her succulent cunt. The hot, clasping walls tried clutching it, but his continuing flow of saliva kept the oral organ completely moist, allowing him to sink it in, then tug it out.

As the full length of his tongue extended itself into the foaming kiln of her burning pussy, her vaginal walls contracted even more tightly, pulling on his tongue, gripping it. And no amount of lubricating saliva could loosen it.

She had his tongue trapped as moans came from deep down inside Harriet's belly. Her shuddering vagina rolled with delight as the tremendous climax for which she had been waiting suddenly erupted through her entire body.

She crammed her pussy solidly against the boy's flushed face, surrounding his nose, his cheeks, and his chin with the folds of her outer lips while her inner walls continued tugging on his stretched tongue. Harriet's juices came spurting out and slamming into the face of the young boy, spattering into his eyebrows and hair, while covering his eyelids and cheeks.

"Aaaaaagggggguuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" Harriet screamed, almost inhumanly, and the sounds of her screeches echoed throughout the room, reaching Brian's ears even though the woman's thighs were tightly clamped around them. She was coming, and coming wildly. He had done it. He had made the town whore come before she could make him come.

Every muscle in Harriet's body tightened, every nerve swelled, every elastic fiber in her stretched to the utmost. Her body was filled with fulminate of orgasm as sensation after sensation tore through her. Soaring, bursting fireworks exploded in her head and in her taut cunt as the screaming release flooded her vaginal interior with washes of hot, blistering fluid. And through the entire time, Brian Wolfe continued moving his trapped tongue spirally in the vaginal vise trapping it, building newer, higher, more powerful thrills in the woman's body.

Brian had tasted pussy before, but never one like this. It was a clean, delicious, hairless cunt like this one that made him want to eat more and more. Like a starving animal he ravenously ate the slavering pussy, feeling his own cock continuing to push through the woman's mouth, working up and down as her tongue automatically continued massaging it all around.

Because her climax felt so overpowering, Harriet's lips released the powerful hold they'd had on Brian's cock. The boy, sensing this, tugged his penis from between the woman's sucking lips, while lifting his face from the steaming trough between her thighs. He whirled around and planted his thighs between those of the young grandmother.

She was too weak to resist him at the moment, still in the throes of her towering orgasm. Brian drew the woman's body close to his, moving his hands down to encase her rounded buttocks in his palms, pulling her wide-open, hairless pussy towards his quivering cock. While she was still recovering from her first towering climax, he intended bringing on another. That would whack her out, for a little while, anyway.

Harriet winced as the rubbery point of his penis pressed between the curtains of her fleshy cuntlips. The hard, stiff, driving pole eased between her labia, and the crinkled inner lips seemed to cling tenaciously to the massive meat, much the way they had gripped his tongue, moments earlier. But the young grandmother, unable to resist at this moment, rotated her hips, her pulsing vaginal folds swirling around his poised cock. Then she felt the young boy lunge forward, driving his hard prong into the sensitive depths of her thrilled nookie.

"Ahhhhhh… uhhhhhhmmmmmm…" she sighed as the tight membranes in her vaginal container closed around the thrusting pole like a custom-made condom.

Harriet continued pressing her surging loins eagerly up toward him, her tight, confining depths easily sucking him deeper. She thrilled to the solid way he thrust into her until the blood-engorged head bounced off the narrower vestibule of her cervical opening, while his tight, young balls barely swayed against the straining moons of her white, womanly asscheeks. She felt the boy flex his thick, masculine flesh inside her, and it felt as if it would inflate until her entire belly was bloated with his masculine probe.

"Ohhhhhh Godddddd!" the young boy moaned, savagely rotating his hips, grinding his cock all the more deeply into her, raising her pelvis off the bed. She was moaning incessantly now, whimpering with frenzied abandon, amazed such a young boy could be so knowing.

"Yessssss…" she gasped. "That feels wonderful. Hurry now, hurry! Make me come again."

She closed her thighs around his young, flat hips, kicking his ass with her heels, forcing his hard cock even deeper into her churning depths. Harriet could feel his throbbing wang working its way around and around in her tight quim, establishing a quick rhythm as he began pounding his penis back and forth inside her. And Harriet responded with wild, crushing spasms of her own, making the boy realize the tremendous difference between this fantastic woman and the few young, inexperienced girls he had known.

Brian felt gratified to know his cock was equally effective with her and thrilled, watching her head chum all over the pillow beneath while her body shone with a coat of perspiration. Her breasts heaved, and she was gasping, letting him know her second climax was there, ready and waiting to come out of her. Christ! The woman's capacity to come was amazing. And it was a damn good thing, because Brian realized he was on the brink, too. A guy could hold back just so long.

Harriet felt the boy increasing his speed as his buttocks rose and fell, slamming his throbbing meat into her creaming depths, drubbing her harder and harder.

She clung tightly to him with her smooth thighs and long legs, fastening them around the boy as if they were tentacles with grippers. Her hot cunt seemed to suck on his male bone right at the base until their bodies seemed hinged at their fulcrums.

Harriet's knees were drawn up now and spread somewhat wider apart, the plane of her open loins forming an altar for his battering pelvis to cling to. She slammed her anxious nookie solidly against him, fucking as wantonly as she could, knowing he was going to come, striving for her second climax at the same time. A continuing scream of wordless utterings streamed forth from between clamped lips.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh… aaarrrggghhh… eeeyyyaaahhh… I'm… oooooohhhhhh… commmiiinnnggguuuggghhh!!!" With a deep, half human series of gasps, her entire body began to uncontrollably shudder as spastic tremblings convulsed her womanly frame. Her face contorted with pure lust as she released a warm, flooding bath of her own orgasmic fluid around the boy's bloated organ. And then the avalanche of sperm came tumbling from the boy's cock as he yelled, "AAAAOWWWAAAGGGHHH!"

Harriet felt the boiling hot liquid stream into her cavernous depths in throbbing cannon blasts of creamy, frothing masculine sperm. She felt his young pelvis continuing to pump as if on "automatic". He rammed without restraint into her welcoming pussy, his penis slowly deflating like a balloon with the air being let out.

The dual orgasm was something Harriet hadn't experienced in her entire life; at least not with such overpowering strength. True, she almost always came with each of her clients, but there was always an hour's rest between each explosion. This time, there had been less than five minutes. And she felt her strength literally drain out of her. For the moment she was totally helpless. And as she felt the boy sprawl on top of her, she was certain he was just as helpless. A moment later she was asleep, and would remain that way for a little while.

But young Brian, after an initial collapse, felt the strength surging back into his body. He lifted himself off the sleeping woman and smiled. Things were working out much better than he expected. Going to a closet, he found a negligee belonging to the young grandmother and slipped it on. He also found a towel cap which he wrapped around his head, as if trying to dry his hair. Then he left the room, shutting the door, and went to the other bedroom, the one Harriet used strictly for sleeping. He pulled back the covers of the bed, climbed in, and waited. He knew Idrine would be along very shortly.