Gregory Mason - The helpless captive

Now Jim's hands roved down Kathy's body, caressing the firm flesh of her gently swelling belly, moving on to explore the mass of red, softly curling pussy fleece between her legs. Kathy lay transfixed in her drugged haze, a rising tide of passion surging through her at the delicious touch of the young boy's fingers and the palm of his hand. Tingling with excitement, she opened her knees so that Jim could stroke her thighs and run his hands down the outside of her thighs, over them, spreading them further apart in a slow, methodical movement, running his hands up and down the tender pink flesh of her inner thighs.

Kathy whimpered in ecstasy, and then drew her legs together in shocked surprise as the warm air blew from the open door across the narrow cuntal slit. Again Jim spread her thighs wide, and now his hand slipped closer to her pinkly glistening pussy, gently parting the sensitive fleece-lined lips while Kathy closed her eyes, head hanging backward, gasped with pleasure. She felt the surging desire flowing through her whole body, but converging there, a wild, throbbing sensation that was beyond her control, a desire that turned her narrow cuntal hole into a hot, seeping tunnel of moisture. She groaned softly and lifted her feet up with heels far apart on the edge of the bed and presented the whole of her naked pussy to his lewdly gaping eyes.

Now Jim's finger wormed tenderly into the wetness of it, and Kathy's entire being tingled. He probed deeper, fingering the fleshy lips, withdrew to find the hard, taut bud of her clitoris. He stroked that, too, gently, until Kathy responded with a sudden spasm of delight and sensuous grinding of her buttocks that was visible to all the onlookers.

She remembered them in some dim way, their faces merging with the bright colors and sweet sounds which were the setting for the marvelous sensations she felt, and the music, too. She turned her head to see Art.

She loved him so much, she knew. But he seemed angry. Now why would he be angry? How could anyone disapprove of anything as wonderful as this? Kathy brushed the question aside, lying back now, as Jim's finger eased gently into her hotly steaming cunt, probing deeper and deeper into her moistly welcoming cunt. She moaned and tossed beneath him, then with a sudden movement threw her arms up around his neck, as she began to rotate her hips against his searching finger.

She caught sight of Art's face again, bright red now with fury, with shock at her acceptance. I'll make it up to him, she promised herself. I'll explain, and he'll understand; we always communicated well. He loves children, so I'm sure he must love Jim, too. And I know he loves me. He won't be angry when I tell him that.

She held Jim closer to her, but there was something wrong – something awfully wrong. She didn't know what it was at first and then it dawned on her that Jim's young body, that should feel soft and fresh and warm, was scratchy. She focused her eyes on him, puzzled, and then it hit her that he was still clothed.

It half spoiled the fun. She began to rip the buttons off his shirt, but when her limp fingers slid around them, she reached for the zipper of his pants. That was easier, she found. She pulled and something snapped; she pulled on the metal tab and they rustled open; then she put her hand inside, maneuvering under Jim's jockey shorts to find the hidden, half-hard length of his pubescent flesh.

Kathy clasped her fingers around the young boy's blood swollen cock, massaged it gently, moving the foreskin back and forth, back and forth, until it grew strong and wiry. Then she drew it out, holding it in her hand. She gazed at it, admiring its size, staring unblinking, unwinking at the small hole that was like an eye at the very tip of his cock, noticing with a flash of pleasure the drops of lubricating fluid that gathered there, oozing from it slowly.

"Ooooh!" she moaned, falling back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her heels splayed out over the sides of it. "Ohh, Jim!"

With a quick twist of his wrist, he pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, letting his pants slip down. He'd been kneeling, but now he stood, leaning over Kathy lying limp and waiting on the bed. "What do you want me to do?" he asked coldly.

"Ooohhh," Kathy moaned. "Ohhh… you know!"

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do!"

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I want you to fuck me," Kathy said, all inhibitions wiped away by the exhilarating effect of the marijuana.

Jim shot a quick, evil glance at Art, who watched the scene in complete and utter shock. "Say it again, Kathy," he ordered her, twisting the emotional knife one more time. "Say it again so your husband can hear."

Art wanted to hear her say it, Kathy thought. But of course she would for him. She would do anything to make Art happy. They were man and wife. "Fuck me, Jim," she said in a low, passion-thickened voice. "Fuck me like you did before!"

She heard a scream that sounded as if it came from Art, but she couldn't understand why he would scream when she was doing what he wanted her to do, and then the scream died away and she forgot about it as Jim, kneeling eagerly between her open thighs, used the thick, bulbous head of his cock to part the soft silken strands of her pubic hair, sweeping them away from the pale pink lips of her cunt, leaving the exciting little vertical mouth up between her legs completely open to him. Now he forced the lustfully throbbing head of his pubescent cock into her moistly seeping pussy, pushing inch by inch into the softly yielding walls of her hungrily welcoming cunt. He settled his body upon Kathy, grinding his hips between her open thighs, filling her to bursting, then withdrew momentarily, penetrated her again, deeper this time until the head beat rhythmically, relentlessly against the bottom of her belly up inside.

"Ooooh, darling, you fuck me sooo good," she moaned and mouth open, moved her head from side to side. He rotated his hips, and Kathy moved against them, rotating hers in turn, while beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip. Jim reached down around her hips and cupped her naked buttocks to pull them up closer to his own surging loins, and Kathy was filled with an insane pleasure, a bliss so intense she found it almost unbearable. Nothing was real now, nothing existed except Jim's huge, young cock thrusting in and out, setting her quivering, quaking body on fire with pure passion.

"Oh oh ohooh, God!" she grunted softly as though speaking to herself beneath him.

His strokes quickened now, as Kathy's tightly gripping cunt lips grasped and sucked at his charging shaft hungrily, milking it crazily. His soft, hairless, sperm-filled balls slapped flatly against the naked cheeks of her upturned ass, and Kathy shrieked in wild abandon as she gave herself up to the lewd, obscene fucking she was getting. She writhed beneath Jim's tough, muscular, lean body, her legs jerking back spasmodically to wrap themselves around his torso, ankles locking behind his back, while he ground his fleshy, lust-hardened cock ever deeper into her greedily devouring young belly. And then, before Art's horrified eyes, Kathy began to lurch from side to side, her face contorted, her mouth wide open, in the mindless grip of her great passion. She gasped, panting hard, her breasts heaving, and her mewls of pleasure grew to a frenzied cry.

Jim felt the warm, sticky fluid of Kathy's beginning orgasm as it rose and spilled into her warm, tight cunt, oozed around his plunging shaft, bathing it hotly in its slippery wetness.

"Oh, God, God, I'm cummming!" Kathy wailed, and the satiated Jim thought, Christ, me too, and then he felt the boiling sperm in his inflated balls bubble up and spurt forward, mingling with Kathy's own hot juices, felt it spray the inside of her pussy, felt the incredible tensions of the past few minutes dissolve and disappear in a wildly exploding moment of supreme joy.