Dangerous, Deceptive Webs

Chapter 1

“Come on guys it’s a quarter each if you want to see!” Randy told the boys gathered around him on the playground when the after-school program had ended. The grass was all dead and brown with lots of mud spots where the water hadn’t all dried up. They were all about the same age; 11 or 12. There were some other kids hanging on the fringes not ready to go with Randy. There was a soft breeze blowing and it scattered the dust from the playground in a circle around the boys next to Randy as if selecting them.

Randy couldn’t remember when he’d started or how long he’d been doing it. He sensed almost unconsciously that the kids weren’t his friends and didn’t really like him, but he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He remembered one of his teachers saying something about reality being what tell your self. He didn’t fit in, but at least this way he could feel like, and tell himself that he had some “friends.”

He collected the quarters from the kids. “You in, Butch?” he asked a bigger boy, who just shook his head and ran away.

“You’d better not tell!” Randy yelled after him. The rest of the kids began to drift off too. They all knew what Randy and the other kids were going to do.

“Okay, let’s go. And remember you have to keep quiet, or you can’t come back,” Randy told them as he led them into the gathering dusk that was fast becoming night. There was a feeling of excitement and anticipation as the boys play-punched each other as they tripped over trees’ roots in the path or stepped on twigs that snapped.

“You guys have got to be quieter!” Randy hissed out in a low whisper. Randy really wasn’t interested, but it was a way he could pretend that he had some friends. Most of the boys were dressed in better and cleaner clothes, short-sleeved sports’ shirts, and khaki pants, compared to Randy’s dirty old coveralls with one suspender held together with a safety pin.

Randy led them single file through some woods behind the school, across the railroad tracks, to the “bad side” of town. There was some nervous laughter from the boys, with the ones who had gone before joking and teasing the new guys.

Jerry, one of the new guys, asked, “Do you get to see them doing it, I mean you know?” he stammered. “Are they naked?”

“Can you see her tits?” another one asked excitedly.

“Hey, you can see her tits and they really do it just like dogs. You can see his dick going in her. And she moans and says she’s cuming,” one of the old timers said with that self-satisfaction that comes from knowing something the others don’t and that made him feel more important, as an insider.

“What’s that mean?” asked Erin.

“You’ll see,” Randy said. “We’re almost there. Quiet or they’ll bust us.”

As they got to the edge of the woods they looked out on a campsite that was only 20 feet from the line of trees and dense brush that hid the boys. A Coleman lantern on the other side of the couple gave a warm glow of yellow light so that the naked couple was clearly visible.

Randy had the boys spread out and told them to keep their heads low. They could hear the sounds from the couple on the sleeping bag. The boys raised their heads up and peeked over and through the bushes. The woman was on her hands and knees parallel to the line of trees. The man behind her was doing it. They could see it all.

The boys, especially the new ones, were awe-struck, their eyes wide in disbelief, wonder, and excitement. Some of them were stroking their own hard dicks.

“Oh! God, I’m cuming,” the woman screamed as she pushed her butt back to meet the man’s thrusts.

“Holy cow!” Erin shouted out loud.

The woman’s head snapped around and she looked at the tree line, her long, dirty blond hair hanging down and blocking her view. She couldn’t see them, couldn’t even focus her eyes due to the drugs and alcohol she had been taking, but she shouted at them, “Randy, you get the hell out of here. And you’d better not come back. I’ll get you!”

The man continued holding her by the hips and banged into her with a growing sense of urgency; he didn’t care about some boys watching; actually, it heightened his excitement.

Chapter 37

Hart and Alison got married shortly after she had passed the bar and he had graduated with his Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology. They never got any pre-marital counseling; there was just too much going on with the wedding plans. The ceremony was small, just close family, her parents, and his mother, and a few friends. He didn’t know where his dad was and really didn’t care.

The sex continued to be great and varied. Alison had sex the afternoon of the wedding with Hart’s best friend. Hart’s best friend was shocked when Alison seduced him and would have been appalled if he had known that Hart had been complicit in this seduction. That night Hart was eager to hear about the details of the seduction and to enjoy sloppy seconds before they left to go on their honeymoon.

On the plane trip over to Kona on the Big Island, they were comfortable in their side-by-side first-class seats as the plane cruised at 35,000 feet chasing the setting sun. Alison got a blanket and snuggled into Hart’s chest, her body covering him, as she jerked him off. Later, she had him finger her to orgasm.

“Is everything okay,” a young flight attendant had asked when Alison had moaned out loud enough to be heard over the aircraft

Alison just smiled up from the blanket covering them and said, “Everything’s fine. We’re on our honeymoon.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll just leave you two alone,” the flight attendant said with a knowing smile.

Chapter 38

The Big Island was a sybaritic paradise for their honeymoon where they indulged their sexual pleasures. Alison’s only complaint was that she had only been able to find one married man she felt was safe enough to have sex with. She did fulfill one of her and Hart’s fantasies by inviting Jamie, a woman she knew from college, to join her and her new husband for a threesome. Jamie was in Hawai’i for a post-divorce celebration. Hart was beside himself when Lisa brought Jamie into their suite and instructed him to undress, and that she and Jamie were going to ravish him. He couldn’t believe “every guy’s” fantasy was about to come true for him.

Both women had shapely bodies and Hart just couldn’t believe what was going to happen. Alison and Jamie started undressing each other, kissing as they proceeded. Hart was aroused as he watched the two nude women and eager when they invited him to a three-way kiss. Their tongues were twisting and swapping from mouth to mouth and bodies pressed together. Hart felt two hands on his already hard-as-steel dick and he was fingering two different vaginas. Hart was pumped with excitement as he watched the two women entwined, their lips licking each other’s nether lips.