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                         The Seduction Of Mommy

                            By Foster Davis



                               Chapter 1

     It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the
refrigerator and an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house
was quiet.
     Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High
School until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from
work. These next precious hours she had to herself.
     Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin.
Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked
stomach. Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting
weight.
     Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder
than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times
she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her
afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn't normal for a
thirty-three-year-old housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges.
Or was it? What about Madge down the block and Karen across the street.
It was no secret that they were having extramarital affairs. And what
about Barbara next door? Judging by the clothes she wore, you'd think
she was a hustler. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so
mussed and disheveled that Arlene and everyone else watching knew what
had happened. The mere thought of adultery made Arlene cringe. It was
something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were
often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing
clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her
thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside her
seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was
her husband Hal's, the man she loved. And she was determined that his
would always be the only one.
     It wasn't Hal, though, who filled her mind at the moment. It was
Ralph, a friend of her son's, a muscularly overdeveloped sixteen-year-
old. It had been he who had bagged her groceries yesterday, and when he
had helped her take the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally
brushed against each other. The fleeting contact had meant nothing to
Ralph, but Arlene had been dismayed to find upon arriving home with the
groceries that her panties were soaked clear through. Though she had
struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing, she had finally been
forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had gone into the
bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of vigorous
masturbation.
     Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning
to perspire slightly as her fingers neared her vagina. Scattered
untidily on the pillow, her blonde hair reflected the thin stream of
sunshine that leaked between the shutters.
     In her fantasy, Ralph had come over for some undefined reason. She
was alone in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost
immediately, she had smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and
whispered, "Fuck me!" in his ear. They had rushed into the bedroom,
stripped naked and now lay side by side on the bed.
     Arlene's mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger
touched lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue
lashed out and made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her
eyes, and whispered sexily, "Oh, Ralph!"
     She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy
puffed-out lips of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she
made rhythmic in and out strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her
tightly drawn stomach to touch the undersides of her ample breasts. She
pushed one breast up as far as she could, bowing her head down to it.
Catching the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she aimed the
bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue out as far as she could,
she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a sexual tingle grow
within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing nipple.
     Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her
steadily probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She
straightened her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes
and feeling the silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.
     Her finger ... Ralph's finger ... became more savage as it seesawed
in and out of the now flooded vaginal passage. A very low, throaty moan
came from deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing
louder and more intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual
abandon.
     She pretended it was young Ralph sucking her breast and pinching
her nipple into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at
herself, watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and
perspire as her finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping
cunt. It gave her lewd fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the
hidden cave within the forest of coarse blonde hair. She imagined that
Ralph was hovering above her, his brown eyes peering down at her wanton
nudity, his cock hard and swollen and throbbing.
     The normal Arlene - the shy, inhibited, proper housewife - was
nowhere present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in
this juvenile hour of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously
sexual, wonderfully whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking
all over the bed climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and
tomorrow she would do it again because she couldn't help it.
     "God!" she whispered. "God, it's so good!"
     She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each
time she drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her
vagina, stimulating her swollen clitoris.
     She knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which
excited her so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She released
her grip from the breast she'd been feeding into her mouth, allowing the
tit to whip back into its natural position. Rolling onto her side while
still finger-fucking her vagina, she reached out and opened the drawer
of the nightstand. She probed to the backmost part of the drawer,
shoving aside the various paperback books and cosmetics. Her fingers
found the silk scarf. Wrapped inside were a phallic-shaped battery-
powered massager and a candle two inches wide and ten inches long. After
a short hesitation, she opted for the candle, leaving the massager
hidden in the scarf where sometime soon - perhaps tomorrow - she would
remove it and use it against her wet and pouting cunt lips and around
the sensitive edges of her quivering clitoris.
     While she extricated the candle from its hiding place, her finger
played frantically within the sloppy wet recess of her vagina.
     A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she gazed at the thick
candle with lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her
mouth, her tongue lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax
phallus because she deliberately held it just out of reach.
     Between her legs, her hand was making energetic plunges into the
sucking well of her vagina. Her legs were spaced so widely that the
pressure on the inner portions of her muscular thighs was almost
unbearable. But still she kept them painfully stretched because the
exertion reflected the intensity of her lust.
     She continued to fix her gaze on the flesh-colored candle. She
envisioned that it was Ralph's penis, and the very nearness of it to her
wide-spread lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.
     She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while
inhaling, squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed
vividly.
     Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her
anxious lips. She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so
thick that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the
waxy shaft entered her mouth she couldn't keep from scraping her teeth
against it. She lavished great amounts of saliva on it and twirled her
tongue around the semi-blunt end where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were
forced open, straining the muscles around her ears. But she licked and
sucked feverishly, gulping down the flood of saliva in an effort to keep
from choking. The swampy folds of her cunt were likewise flooded, and
she relished the delicious feel of her juices gushing out to dribble
along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and below her pussy, to
stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the spread beneath
her.
     Feeling the walls of her vagina clutching madly at her lone finger,
she knew that she could bring herself to orgasm without much more
effort. She withdrew the candle from her mouth, giving it several
circular sweeps with her agile tongue as it exited.
     She removed her hand from between her legs, leaving her cunt to
suck angrily at the sudden nothingness. But she didn't leave herself
empty for long. Immediately she was on her knees facing the head of the
bed. She waved one hand in the air rodeo-style for balance while
clutching the massive candle in the other. She locked her ankles
together as she positioned the candle with its base on the bed between
her thighs and its wick end pointed straight up at her hotly aroused
vagina.
     Slowly she lowered herself. The end of the candle, wet with saliva,
brushed against her vulva. She rose up again on her haunches, came down
then until the wick tickled her clitoris, rose up, down, up. More
moisture gathered at the entrance to her already saturated cunt. But wet
as she was, she knew that it would be a delicate process getting the
instrument inside her vagina. She had had the candle inside her dozens
of times, and each required tender determination because her pussy had
to stretch so much to accommodate the intruding wax object. But it was
worth it, every time had been worth it. Every time had resulted in one
or more heaving, draining climaxes, leaving her too weak to move.
     She circled with her hips, the wick teasing her inflamed cunt lips.
Lower. She felt the pressure of the wax surface against her flushed
outer vagina. She sat down until the stress was too much to endure, then
retreated slightly.
     She kept the candle in place with her left hand, her arm bent
behind her back, her wrist up under her buttocks. Her right hand came to
rest just above her vagina, and with two fingers she tried to spread the
opening enough to admit the candle.
     As she squirmed against the wax vertex, the fingers of her right
hand pressed her erect clitoris and caused her to groan hotly.
     "Oh, Ralph!" she murmured, gazing passionately at the spot where
Ralph's head would be had he actually been there. "Oh, Ralph, we
shouldn't!"
     She pretended that the youth was arching his hips toward her, that
he was determined to sink his cock into her depths no matter how much
discomfort it caused her.
     In response to his imaginary lunges, Arlene lowered herself
suddenly, feeling a storm of pain as the candle pressed her pussy lips
inward, feeling a searing agony as her hot flesh was stretched and
folded and several of her pubic hairs were violently uprooted.
     She surrendered to the pain and backed off. Then she lowered
herself with greater determination. The pain was less severe, and the
entrance seemed to be more receptive, but still she had to retreat.
     With a sudden mad frenzy of activity, she made sweeping circles
with her hips, her firm breasts bouncing as she gyrated. While circling,
she pressed downward. The end of the candle seemed to angle into her
squirming cunt, and she was surprised at the absence of pain.
     "Oh, oh!" she groaned from deep within her. "Oh, my God, it's in
me!"
     She then emitted a series of harsh, breathy gasps as she became
accustomed to the feel of the foreign object inside her lewdly stretched
cunt.
     "Oh, Ralph, this is so wrong! I shouldn't let you ... but, but ...
oh, God, let's fuck each other!" She whispered so lowly that she could
scarcely hear her own words. She was madly excited by her hot
utterances. She had never said those dirty words to anyone, not even to
her husband in the heat of passion. But she said them freely during
these afternoon sessions. She said them even though she felt ashamed
afterward.
     She lowered herself until her buttocks rested on her locked ankles.
The candle eased its way deep within her vagina. She deliberately
squeezed her vaginal muscles, imprisoning the staff in her moist well.
She began to slowly ride up and down on the intruding shaft, gripping
the candle tightly with her left hand as she did so.
     Mewling outbursts of passion streamed from her parted lips. She
rubbed briskly on her hard clitoris with her right hand, feeling the
shivers of ecstasy pulse throughout her body. Trickling rivulets of
perspiration made their way across her forehead, stinging her eyes and
running along the edges of her dainty nose to her lips. Sweat flowed
from between her breasts, from her buttocks and forearms, from her tense
and straining back. She felt as though she were in a steam bath, even
though the room temperature was comfortable.
     Her toes clenched so tightly that she felt pain along the top part
of her feet. Her heels dug into her buttocks as she sat down upon her
crossed ankles, one heel splitting her ass and keeping the cheeks lewdly
open. The lower part of the arm which held the candle was imprisoned
between her left thigh and calf. The candle filled all of her vagina,
spreading the inner walls as far as she thought possible. Her juices
gathered more than ever within her throbbing cunt, oiling the wax
surface so that it slid easily as she ground her pelvis downward.
     Orgasm was a certainty. She could feel it approaching, her whole
body quivering, her mind dead to everything but erotic sensations and
lewd images, her clitoris tender and swollen.
     "Ralph, Ralph, Ralph!" she chanted.
     She churned, increasing her tempo.
     Then she came, howling dementedly as she did.
     Faster and faster she rocked on the candle and flicked at her
clitoris with her finger until a second and third spasm rocked her. A
fourth and fifth in rapid succession. More, one spasm every second, each
seeming more powerful than the last.
     "Oh, fuck it, Ralph! Fuck it really hard!" she screamed.
     Sweat bathed her entire body now. Her eyes, glazed, fixed heatedly
on the imaginary boy lover. She threw herself forward, her hands
abandoning their previous positions and stretching far above her head as
she lay stiffly on her stomach. Her fingernails dug brutally into a
pillow, her tits throbbed against the bedspread. She kept her legs
widely spaced as she ground her cunt into the sweat-soaked bedspread,
the candle remaining lodged inside her quaking channel. She drew her ass
tightly inward, forming dimples on the outer sides of the cheeks.
     "Oouu, ohh! There, there!" she cried.
     Then the contractions of her vagina began slowly to diminish in
intensity, and a minute later she was gasping in the stunned aftermath,
satiated and unmoving, whimpering softly.
     Tears filled her eyes, and five minutes later she was sobbing.

                             *     *     *

     She felt empty, alone, ashamed, disgusted. Fifteen minutes ago she
had masturbated to orgasm, but that wasn't what troubled her most. A
simple, swift fingering of her vagina to bring on the physical release
her body craved - that wouldn't have been so terrible. But she hadn't
been satisfied with so simple an act. She had conjured up in her mind
the fantasy that her son's friend was fucking her, fucking her better
than her husband ever had. And that seemed dirty and perverse, even
though in actuality she would never let the boy, Ralph, so much as touch
her. If he ever made even the mildest of advances toward her she would
slap his impudent face and banish him forever from her son's company. Of
course, it wasn't a likely occurrence since Ralph was the politest of
Bill's friends and had never indicated any sexual interest in either
Arlene or her daughter.
     Arlene showered.
     Afterward she felt cleansed and absolved of wrongdoing. She was
somehow able to drive all thoughts of her recent transgression from her
mind. It had to be that way, because if she continued to dwell on the
disquieting matter of her daily self-abuse, she would be unable to
function normally. She had to go on living. She was Arlene French, Hal's
wife - Mrs. Harold W. French - and she had a designated role in life.
Faithful spouse. Respectable housewife. Dedicated mother. After dressing
modestly in slacks and blouse and pinning her blonde hair behind her
neck, she began her housework. She washed the dishes, vacuumed the
carpet, planned the dinner for that night.
     It was just before her son and daughter arrived home from high
school that Arlene found the brown legal-size envelope. It had been
tucked between two seldom read volumes on the top shelf of the bookcase.
If she hadn't accidentally jarred one of the books loose while dusting,
the envelope would not have been exposed. Now she examined it with
trembling fingers. Even before she opened the unsealed flap, she knew
what was inside. Money. And she knew it was stolen. Money stolen from
her husband's office. It wasn't the first such envelope she had happened
upon. There had been two others, one containing two-hundred dollars in
twenties, another holding two fifty-dollar bills. Now she stared at this
third envelope, fearful of what its contents might be, remembering how
strange Hal's voice had sounded when he tried to relate matter-of-factly
that money was missing from the office. Even then, Arlene had suspected.
A dark, terrible hunch was followed two days later by the first envelope
- the first evidence? She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn't. She
could no more speak to her staunchly proper husband about his crime than
she could tell him about her masturbation. She nervously squeezed the
envelope open and counted five-hundred dollars worth of tens and
twenties. She returned the cash to its secret place, arranging the books
so that the bulging envelope could not be noticed.
     Ten minutes later, Arlene was still shaking. She was in the kitchen
staring out the window as she sat at the table. She gazed out into the
yard, but she saw nothing, not even Barbara, the wife next door, who was
uprooting tiny spring weeds from her still brownish lawn while her ass
jutted up in the air, her skirt rising high to reveal her diaphanous
panties. At any other time Arlene would have felt irritation at the
sight of the tasteless young neighbor, but now she thought only of
herself and her situation. She felt guilt - guilt because day after day
her lust was driving her to longer and longer episodes of self-
indulgence, guilt because the man she loved, the righteous, self-
assured, moral man she had married, had for some unknown reason stolen
money from his employer. Her hands trembled and she had to grip the
edges of the table to still them.
     The front door opened and slammed shut. Judy came prancing happily
into the kitchen followed by her brother Bill.
     Judy's first words were, "What's wrong, Mom? You look nervous."
     Fifteen-year-old Bill (who had never been as perceptive as his
sixteen-year-old sister) seemed unaware of his mother's emotional state.
He uttered a short "Hi," and went to the refrigerator to pour a glass of
lemonade.
     "Nothing," Arlene said in response to her daughter's question.
"Nothing's wrong, Judy. How was your day?" She forced herself to smile
and to look directly at the girl.
     Her eyes passed from daughter to son and back to daughter. The
sight of her children was just what she needed to calm her feeling of
depression. She had a beautiful daughter with long blonde hair the same
shade as her own. A daughter who was intelligent and out-going and eager
to explore the life that lay ahead, the way Arlene had been seventeen
years ago. Arlene's eyes lingered momentarily on the hem of her
daughter's skirt. She frowned, thinking that the skirt exposed too much,
that it was far too sexy, but she decided to say nothing. She had been
quarreling with her children too often, she reasoned. Watching her son
gulp down the glass of lemonade, she felt pride in his physique. He was
budding into a strong, impressive man, and even though she disliked the
way he dressed and the length of his hair, she was momentarily proud of
his good looks. No matter what else might happen to threaten her
marriage, she still had her children to believe in.

                             *     *     *

     Arlene avoided Hal's eyes all through dinner. She found it
impossible to accept the fact that despite his tireless sermonizing
about honesty winning out in the long run, he was himself a thief. What
if Bill or Judy found out? It seemed to Arlene that his was the ultimate
of hypocrisy. If only she knew what had caused him to steal the money.
But she would never know unless she asked him ... and she could never do
that.
     At midnight, with Bill and Judy sleeping in their respective rooms,
Hal had got up suddenly from the sofa beside Arlene. He had virtually
marched to the TV set and flicked off the Tonight Show.
     "I want to go to bed!" he announced in his deep, even voice, a
voice in harmony with his husky, virile build.
     "All right, darling. You go ahead. I'll be there in a little
while," she said.
     He stood glaring down at her, weaving slightly because he'd been
drinking vodka all evening, and she detected a savagery in his eyes
totally unlike him.
     "I want you to come with me, Arlene. I want us to make love like
normal married people! Or are you going to put me off again?"
     She didn't think she'd been putting him off. In fact, she felt he
was the one who had been neglecting her. Several nights she'd been
desperate for a good fuck, and he'd been too tired to oblige her. It was
true that she wasn't in the mood for it at the moment, but she could
tell by his fierce expression that argument would do no good.
     In the bedroom they stood at opposite sides of the room and
stripped. He came over to her then, and yanked her against him. Without
even kissing her, he shoved her away from him so that she landed on the
bed. He was upon her instantly, staring into her fearful eyes as he
forced her legs apart and drove the head of his large erection against
the unprepared fringes of her vagina.
     "No!" she whispered.
     But he pushed harder. She was hardly aroused at all, and the
forceful jabbing of Hal's throbbing cock burned against her vulva. He
pulled her thighs more widely apart, gripping the fleshy back portions
as he shoved himself at her.
     "Hal, no, not yet!" she whimpered, but already the head of his
organ was inside the pained lips of her cunt. Tears filled her eyes;
under the savage assault she felt defenseless; she tried not to sob, but
she couldn't help it. Hal had never treated her this way.
     "Open up, bitch! Fuck up at me!" he shouted.
     "Shh! Please don't shout, they'll hear us!" she wept. "Please stop,
it hurts!"
     He paid no attention to her. He shoved his erection all the way in.
Arlene clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. The almost-dry walls
of her vagina rebelled against the rude intrusion, sending waves of
agony to her confused brain.
     She knew that he was drunk, and she knew why he was acting so
cruelly. The stolen money, the terrible psychological strain. He was
tormented and somehow this savage act ... this virtual rape ... was
medicine for his inner wounds.
     Even after the pain subsided, she felt little pleasure. But she
spread her legs wide and lunged beneath him, bucking and churning like a
mad whore. He was her husband and she loved him and this was what he
needed. Three minutes after penetration he spewed his full load of
searing sperm into her cunt. She was just beginning to feel the wild
sexual urges start within her, but it was too late to reach an orgasm.
     After another two minutes of gasping recuperation, he rolled over
and immediately slept. Arlene remained awake for another hour trying not
to cry, trying to understand.



                               Chapter 2

     The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling
league. A half hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled
out on the couch to wait for her boy friend. They were going to the
movies.
     Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her
daughter on the sofa and stopped short.
     "You're not going to wear that?" she admonished, scanning Judy's
skin-tight stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed
between her midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair
hung straight, cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl
anywhere.
     "What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to
look at her mother.
     "It's god-awful!" was all Arlene could say.
     There would have been a heated argument - the two often fought
about what constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl - but
the doorbell rang before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a
tall, skinny kid with a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The
boy barely stood inside the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her
jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed "Glad to meet you" at Arlene.
     Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting
ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as
Bill prepared himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph
being a year older and having a driver's license.
     Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She
hoped Judy wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did
her daughter have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious
girl, but would she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The
way Judy had been dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she
dated was trying to get between those lovely young legs of hers. Would
Judy let them do it? Arlene remembered how she had acted herself at her
daughter's age. Frequently she would park with a boy and kiss for hours,
and a few times she had let a guy work his finger around the outside of
her panties (once she had even come that way!). But that was the extent
of her sexual activity, and she hoped it was the extent of Judy's, too.
Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she wondered whether her son had
ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he might get serious about
a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there was always the
danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was concerned about
her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a partner; it
was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly unlikely
that her son had ever experienced intercourse.

                             *     *     *

     Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had
told his mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a
lie. He couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next
door to fuck Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter ... Jesus, what a piece
of ass! Up until she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl
and the lone experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara
and he had been screwing - they met an average of twice a week - his sex
life had reached explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently
than he could count, not just high school chicks, but a few college
girls and a couple of married women as well. All thanks to Barbara and
the technique she'd taught him. In spite of the incredible variety of 
female sex partners he'd had of late, he never tired of fucking Barbara.
He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to be away on business so
often. Good old Sam!
     He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.
     He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was
and how much he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his
chest outward. He was well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten,
one hundred sixty-five pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on
his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful
appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his
father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.
     He was ready.
     In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He
nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned
down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and
going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had
warned him not to knock because the sound might rouse the neighbors.
     There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home,
but then he heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the
point of its origin.
     "Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"
     When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing
softly beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps
the cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her.
All of her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his
penis into an instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle
draped over the back of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the
deep pile carpet. Her pussy was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening
hint of moisture there. Her nipples were already hard, standing out atop
her firm white breasts. Her long black hair was scattered about on a
throw pillow, and her face looked young, younger even than her actual
twenty-six years. She blew out the match, leaving the impression of her
lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.
     She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it
out in an ashtray.
     "Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.
     He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the
edge of the couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her
moist, parted lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their
tongues slid wetly against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip
of his tongue, Bill wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of
her mouth, over her small straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down
as deep as it would go, aggressively, the way she had taught him. They
sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as
she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from
her.
     While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand
across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly
he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple.
Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around
recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.
     God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!
     Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him
back, breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I
got so hot waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you
put it in me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest
and talk for a while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does
that sound?"
     While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his
fly. With able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had
worked her hand softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and
smear her palm.
     "Fine," he said in response to her question.
     He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick
wild fuck sounded like just the right way to get the night started.
     He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly
commanding, "No, leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me,
hurry!"
     She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his
underwear. She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other
end of the couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her
entire hand now, and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm
aching in his balls and wondered whether he would accidentally come in
her hand. One thing he knew for certain - this fuck wasn't going to last
very long. But that was apparently what both of them wanted. A quick
fuck. No preliminaries. No holding back.
     Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up
and grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He
repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the
sofa. Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely
between her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now,
his eyes having become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open,
emitting harsh gasps of anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above
her head, the other extended toward him as she still fondled his stiff
penis.
     Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind
each of his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward
her vagina. She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full
weight rest on her back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her
head came to rest just above her vulva, and she used her long, slender
fingers to spread her cunt lips. With the other hand she pulled his
erection toward her soaked entrance. Her heels dug more forcefully into
his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.
     The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of
her cunt caused her to cry out - a long wailing cry of lust and abandon.
Bill fell forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on
either side of her head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping
lightly against his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between
their flesh.
     Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while
grasping the base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery
head teased its way into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.
     "Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved.
"Now, now, now! Jam it in all the way!"
     Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the
abrasive cloth of his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.
     The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge
into her heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself
at her, a furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap
against the bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear
preventing injury to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against
hers, and she howled in pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully
clothed boy against her hot naked skin. She was even aroused by the cold
feel of his open zipper rubbing against her moist inner thighs.
     Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of
her clasping sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his
hardened organ. Her hand was wedged between their groins, having had to
release his penis when he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so
that his cock was only an inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the
hand up to join her other which had just begun to fondle and tease her
breasts.
     Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew
back and plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her
hips jamming up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping
against her. His pace quickly built to the maximum possible and he was
thrusting into her once every second.
     A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips.
"That's it, Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me
go crazy! Yes, lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck
me, fuck me!"
     Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more
fervently beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his
timing, without faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions
bounced like ocean waves, and several times their frantic movements
almost sent them tumbling to the carpet.
     Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or
so away. Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched
for her anus. It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just
reached beneath her with her own hand and that one slender forefinger
was already imbedded in her tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed
the back of her hand, lingering there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle
as she stirred her rectum with her deep-thrust digit.
     His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat
that radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the
thin sheen of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were
wet as a result of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the
faint outline of her mouth as it opened and closed like that of a
gasping fish on the beach. Hot words continued to flow from her lips,
less distinct now because of her raging passion.
     "Ffaaa ... yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh,
I'm going to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck
fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa ..." she wailed, her whole body beginning to tense
and tighten.
     She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing
them stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped
hotly into Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her
breasts while one finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching
anus. She gritted her teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so
shrill that it echoed in Bill's ears.
     She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of
pending release.
     Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for
ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess
of Barbara's cunt.
     "Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww!
Nownownow, give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me,
yesyes! Oh, gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"
     After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad
bitch, rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.
     Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast
after another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her
convulsions continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and
mixing with the boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust
liquid overflowed from the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming
her thighs, trickling warmly over the finger which she still held
imbedded in her ass, dripping to the cushions of the sofa to join
several other such blotches which had been deposited by the same couple
over the past year.
     With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis,
Bill collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several
minutes before Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful,
Billy, just beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"

                             *     *     *

     A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their
heads were propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was
the usual subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately,
how and where. Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate
details of his sex encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant
brain, he had been shy and withdrawn. But when he discovered what an
explosive erotic effect his accounts had on her, he became more willing.
And by now he enjoyed recounting his sexual exploits almost as much as
Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.
     She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five
days (it had been five days since they had been together, but now
Barbara's husband was scheduled out of town on business for the next
week, and she and Bill planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill
confessed that he had been intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.
     "Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that
stuck-up bitch to spread her legs for you?"
     Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway
8 Thursday night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had
asked to borrow Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was
on his way to a girl friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car
stranded on the side of the road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle.
Since there was so little traffic on the old road at night, Molly had
been pleased to see the car stop to assist her. She had been frightened
though, because she was alone and defenseless and she had no idea what
sort of stranger had stopped to aid her. When she recognized Bill, her
good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety subsided. Molly's problem
was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She had evidently run
across a long board with nails which they found several yards down the
roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front seat of
Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed
her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded
when she actually returned the kiss.
     "Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She
reached into his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect
penis.
     "Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started
complaining about how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but
she never tried to stop me. I guess she needed it real bad."
     While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and
practically raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock.
In the midst of his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand
between her thighs, toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.
     She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was
crying awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even
say good-bye."
     "Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to
her. Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."
     There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to
say something that was on her mind.
     "Billy?" she said in a whisper.
     "What?"
     "I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-
factly, studying his face to see what his reaction might be.
     Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital
thrills with any other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask,
but had never mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the
confession from her, he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The
jealousy was short-lived, though, and in its place came a surge of
arousal. His cock hardened fully in her delicate hand.
     "You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.
     "I don't care," he mumbled.
     "Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because
it excites you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to
think about you. Tell me you want to hear about it."
     He almost spoke, then held silent.
     "Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail."
She felt his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.
     "Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.
     "Yes!" he whispered.
     "Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."
     Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.
     "Who'd you do it with?"
     "Some salesman. I don't know his name."
     The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't
know sent waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips
beneath her expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her
warm hand. In a voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal,
he said, "Wh-where did he do it to you?"
     "Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious
passion which her confession was lighting in her young lover.
     "Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.
     "He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last
statement was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she
hadn't experienced for years.
     "Did he make you come?"
     Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up
her spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and
across her excited clitoris.
     "Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she
had nearly fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her
to orgasm. Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more
controlled voice, "Yes, he made me come."
     "How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were
becoming more breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He
ran his fingers briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her
vagina adding to his incredible lust.
     "We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his
questions and didn't want to volunteer any more information than the
queries called for.
     "Did he ... did he fuck you in the ass?"
     "Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the
tremors of excitement peppered her heaving belly.
     This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed
Bill to take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was
teasing and rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.
     He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to
duplicate for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.
     "Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.
     "Yeah ... no, I want something else?"
     "What else?"
     "I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."
     She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it.
"What do you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.
     "I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly
into her face.
     They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen
times in the year they'd been having the affair.
     It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and
Barbara whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."
     They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed,
rounded the mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled
forward until the corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs.
Then, still kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts
rested on the bed. Her head lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft
against her cheek. Her raven hair was tossed above her head as she
waited for Bill to come around behind her. Suddenly he was there,
kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on the carpet. He
leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She squirmed,
and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress
rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
     Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its
tightly closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its
center.
     "Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.
     Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of
her asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he
thrust his hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during
their earlier fuck, she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis
ground into her.
     She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."
     But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the
invading phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in
me! Fuck!"
     Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into
her rectum. Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry,
convulsing and trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.
     Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately
began to squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She
deliberately rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and
the sensation caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her
go mad with sexual frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And
for Bill and Barbara this was just the beginning of a long week of
excitement.

                             *     *     *

     While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was
alone next door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in
search of her vagina.



                               Chapter 3

     It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.
     Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing.
Arlene answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she
felt her head begin to grow light and she knew that the color was
draining from her face. She knew why they had come. It was because of
the money Hal had stolen from his office. The two men were polite to her
as they stood in the entrance hall, but their voices seemed remote,
their words sounding as if they were coming through a cold steel tunnel.
When Hal came out of the bedroom, the police arrested him. As they
escorted him from the house, his head was cast downward. His eyes failed
to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a single word. His
usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing, his slow walk
marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched incredulously as
their father left.

                             *     *     *

     Judy stretched her legs out on the floorboard of the old Ford
convertible. She threw her head back happily. The top was down, and even
though the April night air was a little chilly she felt warm. She sat in
the middle of the seat, her boy friend Jack by her side alternating his
attention between her and his driving. She felt carefree. The past two
days had been unbearable. Her father had been freed on bail almost
immediately, but his presence around the house had not been pleasant. A
deadly gloom seemed to pervade the household, making all but the most
essential of speech taboo. Her father had been fired, and the family's
financial situation was in doubt. At school, Judy's friends had been
tactful enough not to mention Hal French's arrest - but they all knew
about it. There was a time when her world would have been shattered by
this unexpected nightmare - a time when she looked upon her father as
the only man in her life. But during the past years Judy had discovered
a new side of herself, a carefree, guiltless, happy, hedonistic side of
her personality which conflicted with her parents' middle class values.
It was for this reason that she found the trauma of her father's arrest
tolerable. She knew her brother shared her feelings - that he, too, knew
better than to feel personally degraded by their father's predicament.
It was her mother, though, that caused Judy the most worry. Arlene was
walking around the house like a zombie. Her eyes had been puffy from
crying for two solid days. Judy wondered what could be done. If only her
mother wasn't so wrapped up in her phony pretense of respectability.
Didn't she realize that there were other things in life besides family
pride?
     Judy kissed Jack on the cheek and turned on the radio.
     The stores and houses seemed to be spaced progressively farther
apart as they journeyed from the city. Soon they were on the highway
which led to Scotch Lake where Ralph's parents owned a cabin. His
parents were unaware that their son, a girl and three other couples were
going to use the cabin for an all-night party.
     Judy smiled devilishly as she remembered the party she had attended
last month at the same cabin. There had been just three couples that
time - Ralph and her brother Bill with their girl friends, Jack and
herself. For six people they sure had done a lot of balling, she
recalled. It had been one of the wildest nights she'd ever known. She
had come with Jack and ended up spending most of the hours locked in a
small bedroom with Ralph. She smiled now as she thought about how her
mother was always hinting that Ralph would make such a nice boy friend
for her because he was such a fine shy kid. Mom sure was naive! Still
thinking about last month's party, she remembered staring in fascination
while her brother fucked Ralph's girl. It had been terribly exciting for
her, and she regretted that Bill wouldn't be there tonight. It promised
to be a wild party - even wilder than the last one, she speculated.
     Her lustful memories were turning her on. She scooted closer to
Jack so her shoulder was snug against his. Her pulse was racing and
moisture was gathering stickily in the crotch of her panties. She guided
her hand to Jack's thigh and began to slowly caress his trouser leg as
he drove toward Scotch Lake.
     Jack's cock had been erect almost from the first minute Judy had
got into the car next to him and its throbbing stiffness surged against
the restraining fabric of his trousers. His driving became erratic and
the car drifted slightly. He was forced to slow down for reasons of
safety.
     Judy used her hand cleverly, creeping up his pants, circling his
groin, walking her fingers across his lower stomach. She never once
touched the bulge of his penis, but she still managed to start him
squirming around on his buttocks, panting.
     She loved to arouse a boy that way; it gave her a sense of power.
     The drive to the cabin was only about five miles, but by the time
they arrived, both were excessively aroused. During the last two miles,
Judy had unsnapped her slacks so Jack had been able to slip his fingers
inside to feel her mound through her rapidly moistening panties. Her
caresses had become more aggressive, too. When they pulled in front of
the cabin, Judy's hand was inside his pants, her fingers warm against
the taut pulsating flesh of his penis. Her hand had been working
vigorously, causing Jack to slump low in the seat and gasp loudly while
struggling to keep the car on the road. Once parked, they quickly
disengaged their hands from each other's crotches. Judy zipped up her
slacks and smoothed the rumpled material of her blouse which had become
bunched around her stomach. Jack's erection still pushed forcefully
against the front of his pants as he and Judy got out of the car.
     They were walking the short distance between the car and the cabin
when Judy stopped short.
     "Wow, look at that!" she exclaimed, giggling wantonly and nodding
toward a car parked some twenty yards away. In the back seat, two
silhouetted figures were entwined, rocking back and forth vigorously.
Judy recognized the car - Ralph's. It was his girl friend Vita, she
assumed, whose legs were stretched upward, heels locked on the ledge of
the open rear window. The speed of Ralph's buttocks rising up and down
indicated the couple was at the most heated stage of intercourse.
     Judy felt Jack behind her. He placed a hand on each of her
shoulders and hugged her back against him as he, too, stared at the
erotic sight. His erection surged against her, pushing at the lower part
of her back.
     As her eyes focused more steadily on the fucking pair, Judy felt
her warm juices seep through her panties and creep along her inner
thighs. She'd been thinking about the party all day, getting hornier and
hornier as the hours went by. If someone didn't fuck her pretty soon,
she was going to go out of her little mind. Jack was welded to her from
behind, and his presence there did nothing to still her rampaging lust.
Suddenly she wheeled around, breaking his grip on her shoulders.
     With sex-maddened eyes gleaming in the faint light of the moon, she
groaned, stood on her tiptoes, and threw her head back to present her
soft lips up to him. The tall youth bowed his head and their lips
joined, tongues briskly licking into each other's mouth. She reached up
and entwined her arms around his slim neck. She could feel the tip of
his upthrust penis against her belly, and the contact sent an earthquake
of longing through her body. Their kiss continued for several minutes,
growing wetter, more wanton, more active. Her own breath came in harsh
gasps, harmonizing with Jack's labored breathing - and the sound of
Vita's passionate murmurs from the back seat of Ralph's car added to
Judy's sense of total lustfulness.
     She pulled her mouth from his and said, "I can't wait much longer!
I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm just so awful horny tonight!"
     She could see the lust gleaming in Jack's eyes. The feel of his
tall, thin, athletic body against hers was turning her on fast and she
felt like fucking him right there on the ground among the leaves and
pine needles. Instead, she took Jack's hand in hers and started toward
the porch. They passed within a few feet of Ralph's car, and the sight
of the copulating couple was much more graphic from this distance. Judy
stared right into the back seat of the car as she passed, and she saw
Jack was doing the same. Unconsciously her pace slowed so she could have
more time to take in the frantic action. Ralph's white ass was squirming
around, his buttocks clenching as he drove again and again into the
wildly gyrating Vita. His pants were down around his thighs, his shirt
unbuttoned as Vita ran her hands hotly across his heaving chest. He's
only sixteen and already he's got as much hair on his chest as Father!
Judy thought excitedly, remembering how his hairy chest had tickled her
erect nipples the last time they had fucked. Vita was squealing insanely
now, her bare feet sticking straight out the window, toes clenched and
pointing at Judy. The sight was too much for Judy, and she headed for
the cabin, tugging Jack behind her.
     The only light inside radiated from a fireplace in a far corner of
the main room where several logs were burning brightly. Lying on their
stomachs side by side facing the fire, a blanket beneath them, were
Connie and Linc. They were dressed and unrumpled. Even though they had
been alone in the cabin, they were not in the midst of any sexual
foreplay. Their voices were low and serious, and Judy realized they were
talking philosophy, as usual. They were an intellectual pair, and it
often seemed they didn't fit in with the rest of the gang - yet they
were two of the most likeable seniors at Washington High. Sometimes Judy
thought that Connie would rather discuss Plato than screw, but once
Connie got turned on, she really got turned on and it took a lot of sex
to cool her off. Judy knew from experience that Linc was an able stud
once he got sexually aroused.
     The two on the blanket turned and uttered brief, friendly hellos.
Then they returned to their conversation, ignoring the new arrivals who
made their way into the only bedroom. Jack closed the door, and they
were alone in the dark room. They stood kissing passionately. Then, as
if by secret signal, they made their way arm in arm toward the bed. They
sat on the edge and kissed again, this time holding the embrace for a
long while, their tongues making frantic circles inside each other's
mouth.
     "Want to get undressed?" Jack asked when the kiss was broken.
     "Yeah!" Judy responded in a throaty whisper. "Oh, yeah, baby, do I
ever want to get undressed!" The thought of his nude flesh against hers
sent waves of insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her
palm cupping the bulge of his penis through his pants. Then her hand
went quickly up to his belt, undoing it. She considered undressing him,
peeling away his clothing bit by bit in a slow, teasing manner like she
had so many times in the past. But she was too hot, her panties already
like tissue glued soggily against her quivering vagina. Her hand came
back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed briefly between her thighs, and
she smiled a little as she felt how her juices had leaked through her
slacks to form a warm circle around her crotch.
     She began to unbutton her blouse with one hand while freeing the
snap of her slacks with the other. She kicked off her sandals, then
stood and worked her pants and undies down over her young hips. It was
too dark to see much, and Jack could barely make out her silhouette. But
even that was exciting to him - the outline of her nude hips and thighs,
her blouse hanging open, no bra beneath, her slacks and panties bunched
at her feet. He stood and began stripping frantically. Judy watched him,
finding his haste thrilling; the mad way he was stepping out of his
pants excited her. He practically ripped his shirt off.
     They were both naked.
     They melted together, their mouths fusing. Judy stretched up on her
tiptoes, her head tilted, Jack's tongue firm and aggressive inside her
lips. Oozing from the head of his erection was an abundance of sticky
liquid. His seminal fluids clung to her belly as his cock was sandwiched
between their heated bodies. She squirmed against him as the kiss
continued. Her tits were crushed against his lower chest, nipples
hardened and throbbing savagely. She groaned into his mouth like a woman
ready to come at any second. She felt it all gathering within her, a
great storm of excitement, a furious raging river of passion. Her toes
clenched against the hardwood floor. She pressed her body still more
forcefully against his until the pressure was delightful and agonizing
at the same time. Their kiss became combative - a miniwar fought with
nibbling teeth and thrusting tongues. She tightened her lips and began
to suck hard, causing Jack's tongue to plunge deep into her mouth,
almost to her throat. No gentleness left in him now, both his hands
pulled viciously at the back of her head. She couldn't stand it any
more. She was too hot. Somehow she managed to free her lips from his and
turn her head to one side.
     Hotly she whispered in his ear, "Let's get on the bed now, I've got
to ..."
     "Got to what?" he teased.
     Long ago she had learned how Jack liked to hear crude words and
phrases uttered from her trembling young lips. She didn't mind; it
excited her, too. What could be more exciting while fucking than to
speak honestly and passionately from the soul of your sexual being?
     She spread her legs a little wider and licked his earlobe, making
him squirm and rub his penis against her stomach. She whispered, "I've
got to get fucked! You've got to fuck me, Jack, or else I'll die! I'm so
hot it's running down my legs! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!"
     Her voice was gaspy and uneven. They crashed to the bed together,
the old mattress acting like a trampoline beneath them, causing them to
bounce nearly off its surface. Jack ended up flat on his back sideways
across the bed, his feet hanging over one side, while Judy straddled
him, her legs doubled under and her knees at the sides of his hips. His
erection was grazing her wet cunt, and she wasted no time reaching for
the hard cock. She guided the long, slender erection into the opening of
her vagina and immediately began to circle her hips, until the staff was
imbedded all the way into her tight young channel. She sat still
momentarily, savoring the feel of his penis. She squeezed it with her
muscular cunt. Then she hissed loudly, her lips parted, and started a
feverish up and down tempo.
     "Jack!" she cried. "Oh, Jack, it's so fucking good!"
     She could see the outline of his face, his lips widely parted,
great gusts of breath heaving out of him from his straining chest. Now
and then his eyes reflected what little light there was in the room, and
Judy knew his hot gaze was fixed on her wildly pumping hips. Her own
eyes were wet with lust, glazed over and pleading, and she wondered
whether Jack could see the same aroused sparkle in her stare that she
saw in his.
     Her fluids filled her cunt, causing less and less friction as his
cock plummeted into the depths of her pulsating vagina.
     "Jack, I'm going to come right away - right away, baby, I'm so
hot!" Her voice was an outpouring of alternate high and low tones,
garbled sounds and sobbed syllables. She felt a powerful orgasm welling
up within her.
     She sat down heavily on his hips and the feel of his throbbing
cock, shoved up her cunt as far as it would go, sent her mind spinning
in erotic delirium.
     "Aaaa!" Jack groaned as Judy began to move her hips in an increased
circular tempo. "Judy, don't stop!"
     She had him crazy for it now, and that knowledge - the knowledge
that she was driving him insane with her wild whorelike motions - made
her incomprehensibly hot. She had such power. She could slow her pace
and make him plead. She could jerk her groin around furiously for thirty
seconds and make him shoot his load of scorching sperm right into her
dripping cunt. Beneath her was well over six feet of muscular male
animal, and she could control it. Sex seemed so glorious to her. Two
people dependent on each other to achieve the single most rewarding
experience in life. Sex was beautiful - and right.
     Her hands moved to her breasts, her palms rubbing briskly across
her hard young nipples. The buds were alive with sensual ticklish
delight, sending waves of arousal all across her body. Her whole being
seemed sexually ignited. Every part of her seemed to tingle with sexual
awareness. She felt like she had never been so hot - and yet she knew
better. Every time she fucked, she felt hotter than she had ever been
before. That was the beauty of fucking.
     Jack reached up and placed his hands atop Judy's. He rode the backs
of her hands, feeling her tease and fondle her pretty young breasts. He
tightened his thighs, arching his hips upward and lifting the twisting
girl with him. Her juices leaked from her cunt to the base of his
erection, puddling there, acting as a glue which united their wet and
tangled pubic hair.
     There was no up and down rhythm now. Jack kept his hips arched
high, and Judy ground down against him as hard as she could. Each of
them felt a thundering climax approaching. All movement was stopped.
Jack let out a deep, loud animal groan as he felt the sperm boiling in
his testicles. Judy held her breath, then hissed violently. Jitterish
jerks began in her thighs and belly and spread.
     "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh ... oh ... oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, Jack,
it's happening right now! I'm coming! Aaahhhh!"
     She tore her hands out from under his and pressed them against his
sparsely haired chest. She leaned down, supporting her weight against
him with her outstretched arms. Like an enraged mare, she threw her head
back and bellowed her lust toward the ceiling. Jack's body was rigid.
Only his feet and shoulders anchored him to the bed. Judy's knees were
no longer on the mattress; she was being lifted up, way up. Her cunt was
contracting, great clutching spasms one after another. Her buttocks
tightened and loosened in time with her orgasm.
     "Shoot it into me!" she begged, and just then he did.
     The first jet of hot sperm left his balls and shivered up the
length of his staff. It hurled forcefully from the split in the tip of
his cock and slammed against the quivering insides of her climaxing
cunt.
     "It's coming out!" he blustered. "Want me to pull it out of you?
Want me ... shit, it's too late! Fuck, oh, fuck, I've got to give it all
to you!"
     Jack's cry sent new thrills to Judy's brain as her climax
continued. Sometimes she and Jack had broken their connection at the
moment of his ejaculation, and he had come all over her breasts and
belly. They had done that to avoid the chance of pregnancy. She realized
now, though, that her boy friend couldn't withdraw even if he wanted to.
And it didn't matter. The time of the month was right for her - no
chance of conceiving. Not that she would have let him pull it out,
anyway. Her orgasm was too intense.
     "God, I'm still coming!" she shouted, not remembering the last time
an orgasm had lasted so long.
     There was a momentary pause between the first hot blast of Jack's
semen into her vagina and the next shot. He still kept his hips up high,
straining in blissful agony as the next cannonball of jism fired from
his tautly drawn balls. His feet pushed down on the side of the
mattress, his curled toes dangling over the edge. The second fiery blast
of sperm jetted from his cock, joining the sticky pool of secretions
already in her cunt. The third and following spasms came more rapidly
from his penis, flooding Judy until the sperm poured like a river from
her vagina, along the upper parts of her thighs, and dripped to the
blanket.
     As if by some mysterious mutual signal, they both abandoned their
frozen positions. They began to gyrate intensely, Jack falling back to
the mattress, Judy jerking and twisting madly like a spineless puppet.
She threw herself flat on top of him, her breasts bulging and smashed
into his chest, her legs stiff above his, her toes scratching across his
shins. He lifted his head to her, turning it sideways to find her mouth.
Her tongue was dancing wildly between his teeth as she twisted her
pelvis frantically against him, sapping the last of his sperm and
feeling the final tremors of her own orgasm ripple in her belly.
     He grabbed her ass tightly in both hands and pulled her down harder
against him while spearing up at her with his still-spouting erection.
They kissed and groaned and fucked until the terminal convulsions ebbed.
Then they lay glued together with sweat and sex juices until they
finally rolled apart.
     "I'm so tired, Jack, so tired!" Judy whispered happily as she began
dressing.
     "Not too tired, I hope! The party's just starting!"
     She smiled, a wickedly satisfied smile that went unseen by Jack
because of the darkness. "You don't have to worry about me," she said.
"I'll be ready for more fun when the time comes!"
     It wasn't just the sex that made her feel wonderful. There was
something overwhelmingly exciting about fucking - but, then, everyone
knew that. It was more than the fucking, though, that turned her on. It
was the whole scene - everyone balling without anyone being exploited,
nobody uptight, no one feeling ashamed and dirty. It was so obviously
beautiful that she wondered why there were so many people in this world,
people like her own mother, who couldn't see how fabulous sex was.

                             *     *     *

     As soon as Jack and Judy had left the bedroom, they discovered that
a squabble of sorts was in progress. Ralph and Vita were in the cabin
now, standing with Connie and Linc by the fireplace. The four of them
were in a line with their backs toward the fire. Facing them, waving his
hands irately as he spoke, was George Benson, a physically well-
developed but mentally immature youth who had been invited to the party
for one reason only: to furnish the marijuana. Usually grass was easy to
come by. But several of the group's pot-supplying friends had left the
city recently. For the time being, George was their only contact.
     "A virgin!" Connie exclaimed, lifting her oversize thin-rimmed
glasses to stare cutely at George. "This isn't the kind of scene to
bring a virgin to - you know that!"
     "Yeah, you were supposed to bring Bobbie," Ralph reminded him.
     "Bobbie's old lady is sick, so she had to stay home," George said
flatly. He obviously felt ill-at-ease, and he shuffled his feet
nervously. He scratched his head several times, messing his long,
disorderly hair even more. He made a deliberate point of looking no one
in the eye.
     "You're a fucked-up kid, you know that!" Connie said, shaking her
head in disapproval and bewilderment.
     Line leaned over and elbowed her gently in the ribs as if to say:
Easy, baby, this dude's got the grass!
     George's mouth fell open. His expression became shocked, then
defensive, them embarrassed. His eyes mirrored the hurt he felt at the
unexpected rejection coming from a girl he had considered a friend.
     Judy clutched Jack's hand tighter. She felt sorry for George.
George was a fucked-up kid, but he was a human being with feelings, and
Judy disliked the way Connie had addressed him. She clung to Jack's hand
as the scene before them unfolded. There was a long silence, George
staring at the others and those four looking right back at him. Connie
glared defiantly, taking on the appearance of intellectual superiority.
Linc was expressionless. Ralph and Vita had their arms around each
other's waist. Their clothing and hair were disheveled. Both were
flushed, evidencing the wild fuck they had just had in the car outside
the cabin.
     George was fighting back tears when he finally whined, "Well, do
you want me to bring her in or not? You don't have to act no different
just 'cause she's cherry! She ain't a prude!"
     "You bring the grass?" Linc asked.
     George nodded.
     "Okay," Connie said more softly. She stepped forward and touched
George affectionately on the cheek. It was a sincere gesture, because
she was obviously feeling a little ashamed of her earlier hostility.
Hostility did not become her philosophy of love and, like all the others
in the group, she considered herself a loving person. "Bring your virgin
inside, George. This might be interesting."
     Jack and Judy looked at each other and smiled uneasily.
     Susan was the virgin's name. She was a pretty blonde who didn't act
at all timid. When Connie and Linc stripped in the center of the main
room, everyone was watching Susan, expecting to see her show signs of
shock. But she merely leaned against a wall, her eyes riveted to the
couple as they disrobed. Just as George had said, Susan was no prude.
She was a sophomore who simply hadn't had the opportunity to shed her
virginity under circumstances which she felt were appropriate. This
gathering of eight young people in a cabin, all of them frank and open
about sex, was just the situation in which she had always dreamed of
surrendering her virginity. When Connie lowered her nude body to a
blanket in front of the fireplace and the naked Linc descended upon her
with a gigantic erection in his hand, Susan realized that she was being
watched by those around her. George was watching, and Jack and Judy and
Vita and Ralph. What did they expect her to do? Go screaming from the
cabin? Did they think every virgin was a reluctant prig who had to be
raped that first time? Susan was eager to experience her first act of
intercourse. The sight of Linc rubbing the head of his penis in the wet
hairy slit between Connie's long legs made her own passion boil within
her. It had been fifteen minutes since she'd sat in the car outside with
George, welcoming his crude but impassioned advances upon her almost
fifteen-year-old body. He had kissed her savagely and rubbed her tits
and worked his hand up under her miniskirt, and she still felt the heat
of sexual longing throughout her body. She watched as the lean, handsome
Linc steered his erection into the opening of Connie's vagina.
     "Aaahh!" Connie moaned as Linc's cock slid into her passion-
drenched orifice. She threw her hands against his shoulders to brace
herself as he lowered himself toward her. She spread her legs wide, feet
flat on the blanket, knees pointed upward. She made brisk, involuntary
sweeps with her tongue around her lips as Line's cock worked deeper and
deeper into her saturated vagina. He hovered over her, supporting
himself with his arms above and to each side of her head. His hair,
longer than hers, cascaded down to tickle her forehead, his blond hair
tangling with her jet-black tresses. Line sunk his groin between the
open thighs of the mindless girl, his cock sinking into the churning
warm depths of her vagina. Connie was so hot for it that she began to
jibber, crazy insane sounds pouring from her mouth, exciting her young
lover as well as the other six people in the room who were watching. Her
belly began to flutter. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, gliding
down along his back to his ass where she grabbed his flexed buttocks and
drew him closer against her.
     Without anyone giving a signal or saying a word, the six young
voyeurs gathered around the blanket where Connie and Line were fucking.
First Ralph and Vita fell to their knees at the blanket's edge. From a
distance of about two feet, they glared with obvious erotic interest as
the couple began to twist and strain in an initial effort to establish a
fucking rhythm. Vita threw her arm around Ralph's waist and leaned
against his strong young shoulder. She was perspiring, her thin blouse
clinging to her skin, her clothing rumpled badly from her earlier act of
intercourse in the back seat of Ralph's car.
     As if drawn toward the blanket by hypnotic command, Judy stepped
trancelike across the room, pulling Jack along behind her. They reached
the blanket and slowly fell to their knees directly across from where
Vita and Ralph knelt. Judy's eyes feasted on the writhing, perspiring
forms of the copulating Line and Connie. The flaring, unsteady light
cast upon the couple by the fire made the sight seem even more erotic
than it would have been had the light been constant and brighter. The
shadows crawling across the fucking couple, the fingers of gold
firelight, seemed somehow to dance in time to their now leisurely
strokes. But the motions wouldn't remain cautious for long. Everyone in
the room sensed that Connie and Line were on the verge of losing
control, that any second they would give up their teasing, tentative
movements and start making wild, abandoned sexual lunges.
     Judy noticed that George was now kneeling at the head of the
blanket, and at the lower end, where Linc's and Connie's feet were
planted, knelt the virgin Susan. All six of the onlookers virtually held
their breath as the two on the blanket continued to make slow circles
with their glued-together pelvises. Everyone knew it was going to happen
any time now. Explosive, animal, frenzied sex. At any second there would
be a thunderous surge of activity. The young voyeurs were eager and
apprehensive.
     Judy gurgled in spite of her efforts to kneel quietly as she
watched. Her panties were flooded, not just with Jack's spent seed, but
with a renewed flow of her own lubricants. It was so thrilling to watch.
Her eyes focused on Connie's face. The girl's large-lensed funky-looking
glasses were falling across her forehead exposing her eyes which were
glazed over with mad lust. Her mouth was twisted, her firm pink tongue
licking frantically across her lips as if she were practicing fellatio
on an imaginary cock.
     Judy groaned again. She couldn't help herself. Her own tongue
licked across her lips in a manner just as feverish as the girl on the
blanket.
     Jack was breathing heavily now. The couple kneeling on the opposite
side of the blanket was becoming restless, too. Ralph was working one
hand playfully up and down Vita's thigh, and she was reciprocating by
letting her palm cup the bulge where his erection thrust against the
front of his pants. At the head of the blanket, George was almost
wheezing as he watched Connie squirm more heatedly while working her
cunt up around Linc's implanted erection. At the other end of the
blanket, George's virgin girl friend was going out of her head with
lustful longing. It was the first time she'd ever seen two people
fucking, and she couldn't restrain her own hand from making soft contact
with her inner thighs up above the hem of her miniskirt.
     Judy shifted her gaze from the slowly copulating pair on the
blanket to the virgin. Susan was really turned on, Judy knew. The girl's
young, firm breasts bulged against her flimsy blouse, surging and
retreating as she breathed laboriously. She's so hot! Judy thought. Just
the way I was the first time I watched two people making it! I'll bet
her panties are really hot! I'll bet she's dying to get fucked! Suddenly
Judy realized that the girl was staring back at her. Their eyes met and
they smiled warmly, a silent affirmation that they were both women and
they both knew exactly what sexual feelings the sight of the couple on
the blanket was arousing in their respective young bodies.
     Suddenly Connie cried, "Oh, God, fuck me hard!" Her voice was
hoarse and desperate. Her eyes were coated with a thin film of temporary
lust-inspired insanity. She was bucking up at Linc, and suddenly her
movements were crazy and abandoned, and the force of her sexual feeling
was transmitted to everyone gathered around the blanket.
     Everything exploded.
     Linc frantically began to raise his hips and slam himself into
Connie's sopped hungry cunt. The brisk, rapid smacking sound as their
bodies collided was an erotic spur to the other six people. Judy began
to strip, unconsciously aware that everyone around her was doing the
same. Clothes were flying in all directions - shirts and blouses and
pants and skirts and shoes and panties and underwear. On the blanket,
Connie and Linc were fucking like crazy.
     "Watch me, everyone!" Connie screamed. "Watch me get fucked.
Please! Please, watch me!"
     Connie's hot words served to incite the others in the room. Naked
now, they grouped around the blanket, male hands reaching for cunts and
nipples, female fingers beginning to touch stiff penises.
     Judy felt someone grab her breasts from behind. She wheeled to
throw herself at whatever male was fondling her, only to find herself
kneeling into and french-kissing George. She didn't really like George.
He was always making an ass out of himself at school, striving to get
attention. Maybe in a few years he would mature socially and ... and ...
Geez! she thought, feeling his cock spear against her belly button.
Geez, he's got a beautiful body - so big and firm and I want him to fuck
me! She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth. She gasped, she ground
against him, her hard nipples digging into his hairy chest.
     The sound of Connie getting fucked thrilled Judy. Con was always so
high and mighty with her Socrates and Plato. Hearing Con beg for it,
groaning and screaming like a mindless female animal, Judy felt a
certain smugness sweep over her. When it gets right down to it, Connie
baby, Judy said to herself as she dueled aggressively with George's
probing tongue, you're just horny like the rest of us!
     Connie was babbling incoherently. Her hips were arched off the
blanket, her vagina frozen to Linc's well-oiled cock. They ground their
groins tightly together, and Con threw her arms over her head and waved
them frantically. "Yesss!" she wailed. "I'm coming already!"
     Judy glanced over George's shoulder as she continued to kiss him.
Susan was on the hardwood floor near the foot of the blanket. She lay on
her back with her legs widely spread. Between her thighs was Ralph's
head, his tongue teasing her pink pouting cunt lips. Susan raised her
feet off the floor and locked her heels behind Ralph's neck, drawing his
whole mouth flush against her passion-soaked labia. Her head rolled from
side to side, sending her straight blonde hair flying about. Her mouth
was twisted in a lewd grin, her hands on her lower stomach, fingers
straight out pulling her vagina open. God, Judy thought, for a virgin
that girl sure doesn't waste any time!
     Across the blanket from where she and George were kneeling and
kissing, Judy saw her boy friend Jack being expertly mouthed by pretty,
short-haired, athletic-looking Vita, whose tongue made swift circles
around the crown of his penis, her lips sucking at the foreskin as she
knelt between his thighs. A series of hot murmurs crept from her throat
as she sucked avidly on the groaning, squirming Jack's upthrust penis.
     Still kissing George hotly, Judy fastened her eyes upon the
strenuously copulating pair on the blanket. Connie was howling shrilly
with each thrust of her boy friend's huge cock into her cunt. She bucked
up at him like a wild whore, her belly tightening and untightening
spastically as she experienced the last crests of her orgasm. Her heels
hammered brutally into the rough wool blanket, her arms stretched above
her head, her hands made into tight fists of passion. Linc managed to
maintain control through Con's hot, straining climax, and as her
convulsions ended, he increased the tempo of his fucking, secure in the
knowledge that he could bring her to many more orgasms before he pumped
his scalding sperm into her insatiable little cunt.
     The sights, the smells, the sounds all around her made Judy crazy
with lust. She sucked hungrily on George's tongue. Everyone was so hot.
Everyone was so near to her, just a few feet away.
     George mumbled into her mouth, "You're really hot to fuck, ain't
you?"
     Instead of answering, she returned his kiss more vehemently. She
could feel his seminal fluid spreading from the tip of his cock against
her stomach. His penis, sandwiched between his belly and hers, throbbed
forcefully, making her eager to have the erection deep inside her juicy
vagina.
     She grabbed the bottom of his buttocks in both hands and yanked
upward. He bellowed his displeasure as her fingernails raked his ass,
but then she lessened the pressure. Using only the palms of her hands
now, Judy yanked up on his ass. He got the idea. Slowly, in time with
her insistent tugging, he began to fuck his cock against her belly, up
and down, spreading his gooey emission around the area of her navel.
While he continued this rhythm, she withdrew her hands from his
buttocks, placed one on each of his shoulders and pushed him backwards.
He yielded, throwing his arms behind him to catch his weight as he
sprawled to the floor. His legs unfolded and shot out straight, his ass
crashed loudly onto the floor. He was flat on his back with his
shoulders jerking harshly from the contact with the cold wood. But
within a few seconds, he became accustomed to the feel of the floor, and
he lay there submissively, gazing up at Judy who knelt between his legs.
     She wasted no time. She leaned forward until her head was hovering
over his hard-on. Her lips opened. She lowered her head more, feeling
the heat of his erect penis as it neared her lips. Then she opened her
mouth as wide as she could and bowed down lower. She tried to take the
end of his cock into her mouth without having any of his flesh touch
her. She succeeded at first, surrounding the first two inches of his
tight flesh and breathing hot, tickling gusts of air onto it. The feel
of Judy's warm breath against George's tingling penis caused him to
jerk. Judy's tongue was forced against the burning skin at the crown of
his cock, the salty taste of his semen driving her mad. She closed her
soft lips tightly around the quivering staff. Her tongue went round and
round and she began to slurp greedily.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah! You sure know how to blow a guy!" George praised,
swiveling on his hips while pulling her head down farther against his
cock with both hands.
     She almost choked as the full length of his penis was jammed to her
throat, but she managed to continue the sucking, working her tongue
still faster.
     "Oh, yeah, baby, I ain't never had my cock sucked so good!" George
hollered.
     What bothered Judy most about George's utterance was that it was
more a cry for attention than a cry of passion. He was plenty hot, and
he was squirming around so frantically that she expected him to shoot
his load into her mouth any second. Still, she knew what kind of a
person he was, and she knew he was getting a childish delight in yelling
out so everyone else would look to see that he was, indeed, getting his
penis sucked. If Judy hadn't been so damned turned on, she might have
been angry. As it was, the feel of his cock thrust deeply into her mouth
was making her crazy with desire. She wanted to fuck - fuck like she
never had fucked before. All around her the sexual actions of horny
couples added to her runaway stimulation. She gurgled against George's
erection and hoped that he wouldn't squirt his load into her mouth. She
wanted to fuck him. Now. Maybe a good fuck would do this socially ill-
adjusted male a lot of good.
     She gave the tip of his cock a final flick with her tongue. Then
she withdrew her mouth.
     "Wh-whatsa matter?" George said in a complaining voice.
     She crawled over him, her arms stretched down with one hand to each
side of his head, her knees resting at opposite sides of his hips. She
gazed straight down at his face, a bitchy smirk written across her lips.
Her young breasts dangled enticingly above him.
     "Whatsa matter, yourself, Georgie!" she mocked, loud so everyone
would hear. "Don't you want to screw - or are you afraid I'm too much to
handle."
     Ralph, whose mouth was busy lapping at the virgin Susan's steaming
cunt, let out a happy snicker.
     Feeling his young manhood had been unfairly questioned, George shot
back, "I'm gonna fuck you, Judy! I'm gonna fuck you good for saying
that! I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before!"
     She bent down to kiss him, mumbling, "Promises, promises!"
     She let her knees slide back so that her hips automatically lowered
toward George's straining penis. The tip of his cock brushed the top of
her fluffy pubic forest. She squirmed until the crown was touching the
sloppy-wet slit of her vagina. She kissed him madly while working her
hips circularly so that his cock excited her puffy flesh just below her
clitoris.
     She was aware of the action around her. On the blanket Connie was
having another orgasm, her legs lifted up and pointing straight out away
from her body, her stomach tense, a loud scream of pleasure beginning to
trill from her throat. Linc still kept his pace as he fucked the girl,
still determined to make it a long, pleasurable ride during which he
intended to bring Connie to as many climaxes as he could. Across the
blanket from where Judy was straddled over George's cock, Jack and Vita
were still engaged in a sixty-nine. Jack was grunting heatedly from on
top as he thrust his cock rapidly into Vita's receptive lips. Below,
Vita was swept up in sexual madness. Her hips jumped up again and again
to meet Jack's tongue. She twisted and strained as his lips washed the
plane of her vagina, bathing her hot cunt in saliva and making her erect
clitoris throb with her every heartbeat.
     The sounds all around Judy were purely sexual and increasing in
volume with each passing minute. What most caught her attention as she
rubbed her cunt back and forth across the tip of George's swollen penis
was the sight of Susan and Ralph. The couple was only a few feet away
from where Judy and George lay, and Judy realized that she could reach
out and touch the other twosome if she wanted to. No longer was Ralph
kissing Susan's vagina. Now he had taken a pillow from a chair and
wedged it beneath Susan's buttocks. He was on hands and knees above her,
ready to jam his abnormally large erection into the sopped confines of
her virgin pussy. Susan was willing and ready to receive his cock. She
was eagerly anticipating being fucked by the strong manly body of the
experienced Ralph. Her legs were stretched out wide apart, making her
vagina easily accessible. Ralph had one hand on top of his penis,
pushing the stiff organ down slightly to line it up with the babbling
girl's vaginal entrance. The hot, crazy sounds that were pouring now
from Susan's lips were louder than any others in the room. She was sex-
crazed and desperate. Her hands were locked behind Ralph's shoulders,
pulling him toward her. Her nipples pointed up erectly toward his chest.
She twitched and quivered, ripples of anticipation making her stomach
bulge and retreat in time with her labored breathing. If ever Judy had
seen a girl more ready to be fucked than Susan, she couldn't remember
when.
     The sight had Judy so hot she felt she was going to come any time.
The soft, circling contact of George's thick cock against the outer area
of her cunt was more than she could endure. With a long, tortured hiss,
Judy used one hand to guide the groaning youth's penis into her humid
channel. She fell down atop him, her whole body resting flat on his. The
penis jammed all the way into her in one easy thrust.
     "Give it to me!" she whispered urgently in his ear. "I've got to
have it now! Please, please fuck me good!"
     She gripped his shoulders and began to slide back and forth, their
perspiring flesh supplying a slick surface for Judy to slither. Her cunt
began to contract harshly, gripping his cock time after time as she
struggled to skewer herself more deeply than was possible. She felt his
hands on her ass, then his fingers curling around the sides of her
buttocks. First his fingertips were playing with the flowered-out lips
of her pussy where his penis was jammed into her. Then he danced his
fingers the short distance to her anus. Without any show of tenderness,
he jabbed a finger all the way up her rectum. She cried out, searing
pain blinding her because of the unexpected entry.
     She stopped all movement, but George picked up the rhythm when she
ceased her fucking. He made short punches with his hips, screwing into
her until the pain diminished for her and she gleefully joined him in
striving frantically toward a climax.
     "God! God, it's good!" she cried, not caring that her voice was
piercingly loud. She wanted everyone to hear just how hot she was.
"Fuck, fuck! Move your finger around in my ass! Yes! Fuck yes, baby!"
     She sucked on George's tongue while she twisted her pelvis around
like a demented bitch. Her clit was pulsating like mad, rubbing around
on his groin, becoming more and more sensitive to the excruciating
contact with his genital hairs.
     "Fuck, fuck!" she continued to rant. Her mind grew dizzy with lust.
     She broke the kiss and gazed madly at the nearest couple, Susan and
Ralph. Ralph had inserted his cock into the virgin's cunt and was slowly
feeding the full length of it into her.
     "Aaahhhh! No ... go slow!" Susan whined up at Ralph.
     Sensing that he was hurting her, Ralph withdrew several inches,
then pressed into her again, more slowly.
     Susan's pained cry alerted George. He twisted his head and saw that
his virgin girl friend was getting fucked.
     "Stop!" he shouted. It was tormenting for him to see Ralph easing
his cock into the virgin he himself had hoped to fuck first. "Let me
have her first!" he groaned.
     Ralph ignored George. He slipped his cock deeper into the ultra-
tight passage of Susan's never-before-fucked vagina. When Susan heard
George's shout of protest she had looked over at him, seen that he had
his erection squarely inserted into Judy's hot vagina, and turned her
attention back to Ralph.
     Judy, sensing that George was considering withdrawal of his penis
so that he could pull Ralph away from Susan, began to fuck more
vigorously. As obnoxious as she found George sometimes, she didn't want
to quit fucking him now. She needed him. She was within minutes of a
shattering orgasm and she couldn't deny it to herself. She craved it,
she had to have it.
     "Oh, don't stop!" she screamed. "I have to come! Please, please
don't stop!"
     Her stomach was glued to his by perspiration. She remained
stretched out on top of his bulkier form, bucking and squirming so
wildly that he lost interest in the sexual gymnastics of Susan and
Ralph. He began to lunge back mightily at the groaning, gasping girl
above him. His finger played wildly in her ass.
     "Keep fucking!" he shouted. "Oh, wild, wild! You're a wild little
bitch, ain't you!"
     She answered him by making several powerful clutching contractions
around his cock with her saturated vagina. She hissed fervently, and she
knew her orgasm was getting near.
     Across the blanket, Jack and Vita had broken their sixty-nine. The
tan-skinned Vita had rolled onto the blanket and was now kissing Connie
wetly on the mouth as the latter went rigid and experienced another
climax beneath Linc who still seemed to be in control of the situation.
Vita was wildly massaging her clitoris.
     Even in her insane state of arousal, Judy noticed that Jack and
Vita had separated. Since she hadn't heard Jack's familiar groan of
orgasm, she wondered why they had dissolved their sixty-nine. Then
suddenly she knew.
     Her hips were being tugged up. Jack had wedged his fingers between
her body and George's and was gripping her pelvic bone with his strong
fingers.
     She slowed her fucking momentarily, then found that she was too
aroused to curtail her twisting actions. George's cock was driving into
her, inciting her lust-maddened body to a state of absolute sexual
bliss. Even as Jack lifted her hips until her stomach was separated from
George's by a full foot, she kept churning around. Beneath her George
arched off the floor, slamming his tightly stretched erection hard into
the quivering confines of her pussy.
     "What are you doing?" she managed to gasp as she felt Jack's hand
prying George's finger out of her rectum. The digit slipped from the
elastic passage, and she felt a cooling emptiness. She tightened her
buttocks, wanting desperately to have something plugged into the hot,
convulsing passage of her ass. While still twisting about crazily,
savoring the feel of George's thick, fucking cock, she removed one hand
from his shoulder and reached behind her. Her fingers crept across her
buttocks into the deep separating valley. But when she touched near her
anal opening, Jack gently, but sternly, pushed her hand aside.
     "What are you going to do?" she gasped loudly.
     Beneath her a smug George supplied the answer.
     "He's going to fuck your cherry ass, that's what! And you're going
to love it!"
     It was true, her ass was virgin. Often it had been invaded by a
boy's deep-thrust finger during copulation, and frequently she drove her
own finger up her ass while masturbating. But it had never been fucked,
and the thought that her usually gentle Jack was about to jam his big
erection into her rectum was too much. Her mind spun out of control with
a mixture of fear and eagerness.
     "Yeah," she heard herself choke excitedly. "Yeah, Jack, I want it!
Fuck me, fuck my ass!"
     She twisted even more aggressively on George, and the boy grunted
heatedly as he surged up at her flooded cunt. So much juice was pouring
from her vagina that Judy could feel a great sticky mass of it running
down her open thighs. Suddenly she was aware of another wetness. Without
slowing her pace, she turned her head to look back over her shoulder.
Jack held a bottle of lotion in one hand and was spreading the gummy
cream around her anus with the other. The cool contact of the lotion
with her sensitive ass made her cry out harshly.
     George fucked up at her furiously, his hands on her ass cheeks,
spreading them wide while Jack applied the lubricant.
     She was going to come, but she didn't want to. Not yet. Not until
her boy friend's cock was imbedded in her anus.
     Things began to happen so suddenly that her mind couldn't keep up
with it all. Jack's fingers played around in the tight opening of her
ass, stretching her entrance, rubbing the lotion around the orifice.
Then, while she bucked down insanely upon George, Jack was up above her,
his hands on her elbows to steady himself. She felt his stomach flush
against the top of her buttocks, his penis brushing back and forth in
her anal canyon. Then he removed one hand from her elbow and she felt
him guiding his cock against her puckered, tight anus.
     She cried out in fear.
     For a short moment she ceased all movement, but then she felt
unable to restrain herself, and she squirmed and twisted more wildly
than ever. While George held her ass cheeks wide open, Jack made the
penetration. The blunt end of his erect cock pushed her flesh inward.
Even with the abundance of lotion, the entrance was difficult.
     "Uunngghh!" Judy wailed as the first quarter-inch of her boy
friend's penis entered her tight ass.
     Jack leaned over her and breathed hotly on her neck. Then he kissed
her shoulder lightly, a kiss meant to assure her that everything was
going to be all right. And she felt less afraid. She trusted him.
     George was nearly ready to ejaculate. She could tell by looking
into his glazed-over eyes and hearing the way he was wheezing and
bellowing his breath up at her. He was no longer disciplined in his
movements. His lunges had become untimed and choppy as he struggled to
climax. It didn't matter to Judy. She realized that her movements were
just as frantic and uncontrolled. That was what fucking was supposed to
be, and it was beautiful.
     "Ah, no!" she shouted as Jack's cock sank a full inch into her
ravished rectum. The pain was searing, her anus stretched out beyond its
intended limits.
     He stopped his intrusion, leaving his cock imbedded in her by
scarcely more than an inch. She stopped completely in her gyrations, but
her cunt still made voluntary contractions around George's penis.
     Jack's lips were near her ear and she could hear his heavy,
unsteady breathing as he began to lose control of himself. All at once
he gasped, "It's all right, Judy, it won't hurt for long!" And with a
deep groan of pure lust, he thrust his pelvis at her.
     "Ahhh!" she cried as she felt the walls of her tunnel splitting
apart. His cock was going deep, deeper, and tears of pain came instantly
to her eyes as his staff forced its unwelcome way into her virgin
asshole. "No, no, no!" she wailed, but it was too late.
     His phallus was jammed all the way in, the pain shooting in hot-
cold flashes up her spine.
     "Don't move," she whimpered. "Don't move, please."
     And he didn't, but beneath her George seemed to have less pity. He
continued his wild pumping, fucking her quaking, nearly climaxing cunt
more vigorously than ever.
     "Oooo! Oh, no!" she sobbed as the intense pain still throbbed
throughout her abused rectum.
     At the same time, Susan groaned in pained ecstasy as Ralph rammed
through her hymen. Susan's hot cry sent shivers of lust raging through
Judy. Judy remembered how it had been when she herself had surrendered
her virginity - that hot, angry pain, the diminishing agony replaced
quickly by rampant desire. It had been so lovely. And there, not two
feet away from her, Susan was experiencing it at this very instant. And
over on the blanket Connie was still engaged in a long, hard fuck that
had already brought her four orgasms, and Vita was hotly sucking Con's
breast while Linc panted above. Everything was so sexy.
     Jack's aggressive thrust into Judy's virgin ass had sent her back
down upon George. Jack had caught himself on both outstretched arms and
now rested half of his weight upon Judy. She felt utterly helpless and
surrounded as she was sandwiched between the two sweating young males.
Crushed as she was, she found breathing difficult, but she didn't care.
Nothing mattered except the absolute, undeniable fact that she was about
to come.
     Slowly, with measured caution, Jack began to make rhythmic strokes
with his penis. Her ass still ached, but the pain had lessened. Her anus
contracted again and again around his cock in an effort to expel the
invading staff, but gradually these contractions lessened, too. Soon the
cock was sliding easily, the lotion having provided ample lubrication.
Then a new, more intense feeling began to build within her. Judy could
only whimper as the thrill of her dual fucking sent her mind reeling
crazily.
     "Fuck me, both of you!" she shouted.
     Jack increased his pace, drawing his cock out two inches, and then
slamming it back again. He repeated this over and over, his balls
slamming against her juicy outer cunt where George's cock was inserted.
George and Jack were both grunting fitfully. Neither could hold out for
long, particularly Jack who had been sucked just short of ejaculation by
Vita and who now was being held tightly by his girl's never-fucked
rectum. Judy's whimpering became loud and feverish. She was going to
come - one more stroke, one more.
     Her attention was drawn to Susan who suddenly cried, "Yes, come
inside me!" and went completely rigid, her heels drumming into the
hardwood floor, her buttocks squirming down into the pillow as Ralph
unloaded.
     Susan was wild. Her head was rolling around as if it weren't
attached to her neck. Her thigh muscles were bulged out, the cords in
her neck were prominent.
     Ralph jerked mightily as he groaned and pumped his seed into the no
longer virgin girl. His expert technique had been more than Susan had
expected, and now she panted and strained without a trace of sanity.
     Beneath Judy, George was coming. He let out a deep grunt and
stiffened as his cock swelled and shot his sperm up into the girl's
vagina. The slamming semen triggered Judy's climax, and she shouted,
"Now, now, now!" and reached across to Susan. She grabbed Susan's hand
and squeezed tightly, and the squeeze was returned. While the two girls
came together, hands locked, a woman-to-woman bond was formed between
them.
     "Oh, God!" Susan cried. "It's still happening! I'm still... coming!
Oh, oh, oh!"
     Judy felt the novel sensation of Jack's sperm jetting into her
rectum. George was still spouting the last of his semen into her cunt,
her own climax making her entire body shudder. Jack's juices overflowed
her rectum and poured along her thighs, joining with George's gushing
out of her vagina. She kept coming, and Susan kept coming, and Ralph and
George and Jack.
     A boisterous male sigh told her that, on the blanket, Linc was
finally ejaculating into Con's vagina, and Con was coming again. Vita,
still sucking Con's breast, had fingered herself to her own orgasm and
was squirming around all over the blanket. Everyone was coming at once.
Everyone's lust had been ignited by everyone else's. And it was
beautiful, Judy thought, beautiful.
     She was actually sobbing out her joy as finally the spurting cocks
in her cunt and rectum calmed and began to shrink slowly.

                             *     *     *

     The whole night was wild and wonderful. It was beautiful for Judy
to see how hotly Susan responded to Linc and Jack and George after
having been a virgin only hours before. It was beautiful for Judy to
have fucked Ralph and Line. Connie had kissed her vagina until she had
come, and that had been beautiful. All the twosomes and threesome and
foursomes were beautiful. Sex was beautiful and natural, and Judy
wondered why some people thought it was dirty and perverted. While
sitting with her friends late that night, smoking pot and recuperating
from the wild hours of steady sex, Judy thought of her mother. If only
there were some way to make Mom less uptight. Her father's brush with
the law was really turning Arlene French into a pathetic human being,
and Judy wanted to do something about it. Why couldn't Arlene become
turned on to life and to sex and to beauty the way her daughter was?
Judy tried to picture her puritanical mother in bed with a man other
than her father. The concept seemed shocking, yet ...
     Judy passed the joint to Jack who sat naked beside her. She giggled
out loud. A wicked, monstrous, devious, but beautiful plan was forming
in her sweet little head!



                               Chapter 4

     Hal French, his head hung down in silence, listened as the judge
passed sentence upon him. The trial had taken only a few hours; the
judge's guilty verdict had come swiftly. Because Hal's employer was
somewhat sympathetic toward the plight of the long-time servant, only a
small portion of the money stolen was reported. The charge had been
petty theft rather than grand theft. Hal heard the judge decree a term
of one month in the county jail and an additional ten-month period of
probation. It was a less severe sentence than he or Arlene had expected.
     Arlene rose from her seat in the courtroom upon hearing the
sentence. She went forward to where her husband stood and threw herself
in his arms. They kissed briefly, and she wondered how she was going to
survive these next thirty days without him. Moreover she wondered how
she could face her friends and neighbors, and she wondered whether Hal
would ever be able to get another job. What would become of him? What
would the future be like? Would they ever be a proud mother and father
again - proud of their children and themselves? She said good-bye to Hal
softly, trying not to show just how shattered and undignified she felt
standing in the middle of the courtroom. She promised him she would take
good care of their son and daughter, and, of course, she promised to be
faithful.
     It was shortly after midnight, less than a week after Hal had begun
spending his month in jail. Arlene lay in bed, restless, trying to
sleep. Judy was in her brother's room, sitting on the edge of his bed,
talking while his hand rode delicately up and down her soft inner thigh.
     This wasn't the first time Bill and Judy had been in bed together.
Frequently they shared intimate caresses, stroking, kissing, hugging
each other. Never had they experienced intercourse, and neither of them
had ever expressed a desire to do so. But they both felt something warm
and rewarding about their open, loving relationship. They talked often
of their most personal problems and feelings. For Judy, Bill was the
only person in the world to really communicate with on a deep level.
They had always been close to each other, squabbling less than the
average brother and sister, showing compassion and empathy even years
ago. It seemed only natural to them both the first time they had fondled
each other - and it seemed natural now.
     "Mmm!" Judy purred at her brother's touch.
     He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style, the mattress creaking
beneath him whenever he shifted his weight. Judy had her feet on the
carpet, her legs stretched out leisurely in front of her as she thrilled
to Bill's gentle stroking of her thigh. They were facing the same
direction, Judy staring across the room, glimpsing herself and her
brother in a mirror which was mounted atop a dresser. The very dim
nightlight seemed to make everything sensuous and erotic.
     Bill leaned forward to breathe down the back of Judy's neck,
causing her to shiver happily.
     Judy fixed her gaze into the mirror, admiring the way her fifteen-
year-old brother's muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his
pajamas. His long hair really turned her on. God, she thought, he's
going to make some girl one hell of a husband some day! He really has a
gorgeous body. And then she stared at herself, too, noting how sexy she
looked with her legs outstretched, and the transparent nightie clinging
gently to her hips and breasts. She breathed hotly.
     "She's a fantastic lay," Bill whispered in answer to an earlier
question. He was referring to Barbara, the wife next door. For the past
fifteen minutes he and his sister had been freely discussing each
other's recent sex experiences. It was no secret that they both got
turned on hearing about those intimate things which the average uptight
brother and sister never talked about.
     "I'll bet she is!" Judy said, squirming suddenly as Bill's finger
went higher, nearly touching the bushy hair around her vagina. She
wanted him to touch her cunt. His teasing caresses were making her
crazy.
     But he continued to tease while describing in detail his most
recent fucking of their neighbor. During the account, his fingers dipped
several times into the sopping-wet clutching lips of Judy's cunt. But he
never left his hand there for more than two seconds. He was tormenting
her deliberately, and she knew that sooner or later she would beg him to
rub her clitoris, just the way she had begged so many other times. They
would probably end up like always, their hands busy on each other's
genitals, bringing each other to orgasm.
     There was something special on Judy's mind, though, and she wanted
to talk to her brother about it before her lust made her too hot to
think.
     It was the reason she had slipped into Bill's room so late at
night.
     These past several days she had witnessed further deterioration of
her mother's emotional state. The woman never smiled, she bitched more
about the way Judy dressed and the length of Bill's hair. Her whole 
world was broken into tiny bits, and she seemed to have nothing left to
live for. She never talked about Hal's arrest, yet that seemed to be the
only thing on her mind. But she's so pretty, Judy thought, and so young
just thirty-three - and it's not too late for her to live a more
rewarding life! Despite the ideological differences between her and her
mother, Judy truly loved the woman. Tonight Judy had thought again of
the outrageous scheme she had devised at the recent party by the lake.
The way to broaden her mother's mind was through sex. She had learned
from a psychology book the importance sex plays in developing a well-
balanced personality. And she knew from observing the girls in her
class. Those who were leading open, honest sex lives were always
happiest and more tolerant of other people and things. Those who were
still virgins or who felt guilty about their sex experiences were
unhappy and insecure about other things. Her mother, Judy felt, fitted
into this latter category. She was unhappy, bitchy, conservative and
strict because she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience.
And Judy intended to do something about this. She knew exactly the right
male to seduce her mother - Ralph Young, handsome, experienced Ralph.
Judy had taken careful note of the sex-hungry way Arlene had eyed Ralph
whenever he visited Bill. Judy would bet a month's allowance that her
mother thought about Ralph when she masturbated. And her mother did
masturbate. Several times at night when her father was away, Judy had
heard Arlene alone in bed gasping in sexual heat. Yes, Ralph was just
the person to fuck Arlene right out of her uptight mind and into sensual
awareness.
     "Bill, I've got to talk about something serious!" Judy said, half
panting as she brought her legs tightly together in an effort to stop
her brother from petting her for the time being.
     "What is it, Sis?" His hand was trapped between the overheated
flesh of her thighs. He stopped his movements and waited for her to
answer.
     "It's about Mom," she whispered.
     "What about her?" Bill grumbled, somewhat irritated at this sudden
and unexpected change of subject.
     Judy shifted around, drawing her feet up off the floor and
repositioning herself on the bed. She sat facing her brother, her knees
drawn up to her breasts and her arms wrapped around her shins for
support. Bill's hand had been forced to leave the area of her thighs,
and he now sat cross-legged, his hands limp and to his sides, looking at
his sister in her see-through nightie.
     "Don't you see how unhappy Mom's been lately?" Judy probed.
     "Yeah, I guess so."
     "Why do you think that is?"
     Bill didn't like it when his sister took on a pretense of
superiority and peppered him with probing questions, but he knew she was
trying to get at something, so he answered. "Because of Dad's being in
jail and her being alone ..."
     "No!" Judy interrupted. "That's only a small part of it. She isn't
getting enough sex, that's her problem."
     A small frown gathered on Bill's forehead as he considered this
last statement. He never thought about his mother's sex life. In fact,
the concept of his mother in bed fucking made him uneasy. And yet, here
was his pretty sister bringing the subject right into the open as if it
were the most natural thing in the world. He thought about what Judy had
said. His mother wasn't getting enough sex. Yes, now that Judy had
blurted out the words, it seemed perfectly obvious to him. But where was
this conversation leading? What would his sister say next?
     She said nothing at all for a while. Bill's eyes timidly traveled
up from her legs where he'd been staring. His glance crossed her jutting
breasts and lifted more until he was looking her straight in the eyes.
There was a certain electricity passing between them. They had always
been able to talk guiltlessly about sexual matters. But this - this
sexual matter about their own mother presented a new barrier. But the
barrier was crumbling. As they stared deeply into each other's eyes, a
new understanding formed between them. Simultaneously, knowing smiles
formed on their lips.
     "What our mother needs is ..." Judy said at last, letting her voice
fade into silence.
     They giggled then, happily, suddenly, and together they finished
Judy's sentence: "A GOOD FUCK!"
     They began to laugh hysterically, trying to stifle their gleeful
giggles, but barely succeeding. It was all so outrageous and wicked, but
they had said the words together, and now it was right out there in the
open. Their mother needed a good fuck. They had agreed on it. And now it
was easy for Judy to tell Bill about the plan she had, how she and her
brother would go somewhere tomorrow night, and how Ralph would come to
the house to seduce their mother.
     Even as she was spilling out the plan to her somewhat uneasy but
attentive brother, his hand had again gone between her legs and she had
opened her knees to let him play with her. His fingers did not tease
around her inner thighs this time. Instead he placed a finger directly
on her vagina. She gasped as she felt his touch against her wildly
excited clitoris, and she spread her legs still wider. She reciprocated
instantly, her hand going to the front of his pajamas and finding his
cock pushing up at the thin material.
     She squeezed tightly.
     "Ah, Sis!" he cried.
     "You want to make me come, baby brother?" she teased.
     He hated to be called baby brother except at times like this. Under
these circumstances, his sister's words meant something different. She
meant baby brother in a loving, deeply sexual way, and he thrilled to
the hot tone of her voice.
     "Take your pajamas off, baby brother!" she whispered, her eyes
still fixed heatedly on his. Her lips were open, her tongue making
sexual circuits of her mouth.
     Bill withdrew his hand from Judy's warm cunt. He undid the buttons
along the front of his pajama shirt. Then he discarded the garment and
rolled back onto his shoulders, his legs in the air while he worked his
pants up across his knees, over his feet and off. As he stripped, Judy
pulled her nightie over her head and flung it aside to join his pajamas
on the floor.
     Again they stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes
magnetized by passion.
     Judy's gaze dropped. She saw his hugely erect penis and couldn't
restrain a hot gurgle from forming in her throat. She reached for the
cock, felt it ooze sticky liquid into her palm as she stroked it. Her
brother lay flat on his back, and she crawled up beside him while
continuing to hold his penis. She kissed him. It was a wet, savage kiss
that conveyed to him exactly how horny she really felt. Judy couldn't
remember ever feeling so turned on. It always got her excited when she
touched her own brother's erection, but tonight she was especially
horny. The long discussion with Bill during which he had told her how he
had fucked Barbara next door and she had related the way in which she
acted at the cabin - that made her plenty hot. And his skillful petting
coupled with the lewd talk about getting Ralph to fuck their mother - it
was too much. She was one solid hunk of seething, tingling female flesh.
     While she kissed her brother, she leaned into him. She straightened
her legs to parallel his. Her pelvis pressed against his hip, her vagina
slid against the top of his nearest thigh. The sensation was
overpowering. Like a feverish whore she began to rock up and down
against him. The pressure she exerted caused her cunt lips to open and
suck onto his flesh as she squirmed.
     She squeezed his cock harder and moved up and down against his leg
with wilder determination. She wanted to fuck herself against her
brother's thigh, fuck fast and furious until she came. The bed made
crazy noises of protest which blended with her gasps and his.
     "I'm so hot! Oh, Billy, you'd never believe how hot I am!" she
murmured into his open mouth.
     He responded by looping his hips madly off the mattress, fucking up
at her clutching hand.
     Her cunt lips grew more puffy as she rubbed them against his thigh,
and it seemed like the syrupy liquid would never stop flooding out of
her vagina. She thought, God, I've never been so wet! What's happening
to me? She positioned herself more on top of him, mashing her breasts
wildly into his chest. She threw one leg up over his thigh so that one
knee was between his legs. She was now able to grind straight down upon
his thigh, applying more pressure. Sparks of erotic sensation danced in
her brain. She french kissed Bill so hotly that they both found trouble
breathing.
     Then she wiggled up a little higher and worked her way more to the
center of his body so that his cock touched the hot edge of her cunt.
     Had it happened accidentally? Judy wondered. Or had she done it on
purpose? Was it possible that in her madly aroused condition she had
deliberately guided her brother's erection against her cunt? Had she
subconsciously wanted her brother's hot young penis pressed against her
passion-soaked vulva?
     Did she want to get fucked by her own brother?
     She didn't have any answers. She only knew she was going crazy with
the feel of his penis touching between her legs. She told herself
silently to move away, to reposition herself so she could again work her
cunt up and down against his thigh. But she felt physically unable to
comply with her own wishes. She held her body perfectly still, only her
hand moving. As she squeezed along the thick trunk of his cock, she felt
the crown bulging out against the swollen lips of her sensitized vulva.
     Wrestling her tongue aside with his own, Bill managed to blurt,
"Put it in, Sis!"
     Her brother's direct plea only served to augment her already
incredible lust. A throbbing dizziness engulfed her brain. Still, she
couldn't put his penis inside her - she just couldn't. But why not?
She'd done everything else with Bill besides fuck him. Why not that,
too? Why not ...
     Incest! No, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though her
body craved to be fucked, ached and lusted as it never had before, she
couldn't make the simple twist of her wrist that would have guided her
brother's rock-hard cock into her flooded and tingling vagina.
     He lunged up at her, and her instant response was to push down on
his cock until it was mashed flat against his belly with no chance of
making the penetration. She felt more of his semen escape onto her
fingers as she pressed hard.
     "Please, Sis!" he whined.
     She pulled her mouth back from his and stared into his desperate
eyes.
     "I can't," she gasped.
     "Why? Fuck me, Sis, please, fuck me! Why not?"
     That same question - why? Why did she feel so reluctant to initiate
the act? Intellectually, she saw nothing wrong with it. Was she being
prudish? If it wasn't wrong, why was she denying herself something she
wanted so badly?
     "I can't wait, Sis! I gotta fuck you! Please!"
     Beneath her he arched his body, struggling to free his imprisoned
cock from her hand. His fingers went behind her thighs, then around,
then up until they slid around the gooey rear area of her vagina.
     She hissed hotly down on him. She whimpered, and her hips began to
squirm from side to side.
     "Please, just this once!" Bill begged.
     "I'll jack you off instead," she said, her words coming in broken
wheezes of passion.
     "No!"
     "Yes, let me jack you off, baby brother, and you can come all over
me and ..."
     "Please!" His voice was becoming higher in pitch. "Put it in! I
just gotta fuck you, Judy!"
     She continued to shift her weight. The thick bottom end of his
erection rubbed back and forth against her cunt lips, making her gasp
hotly. The pressure was teasing her clitoris, making the knob ache for
release.
     "We can suck each other!" she whispered as a last resort, her voice
almost obliterated because of her harsh panting.
     "Fuck!" he hissed. He had tried to utter a full sentence, but that
was the only word that had come out. He said it once more, more
forcefully.
     "You're my brother!" she said.
     "So what?" His response was immediate.
     So what! The words cut like a hot sword into Judy's brain. Why was
she being so irrational? She prided herself on her logic; her classmates
looked to her for leadership. And here she was acting like her mother -
putting restrictions on herself without any logical reason. And here was
her own brother, whom she considered less mature than herself mentally,
making a mockery of her inhibitions. So what, he had said. So what if he
was her brother. She did want to fuck him. She was hot out of her skull.
Her whole body was alive with desire, her breath coming in chaotic
spurts, her vagina soaked with the evidence of her need.
     She repositioned her body without really thinking about it. She
slid up several inches and loosened the firm downward pressure of her
hand against Bill's penis. Once again, the head of his cock brushed the
puffed-out folds of her vulva, as an ultra-hot surge of lust swept up
her spine.
     "Yeah! Do it, Sis! Shove it in!"
     She was almost beyond control now. Yet, from her quivering lips
came the words, "Just around the outside! I'll let you rub it around the
outside of my pussy!"
     But Bill was too aroused to compromise. He twisted his hips in an
effort to jam his penis into his sister's overheated channel. His wrists
were tight against the backs of her thighs, his fingers holding the lips
of her pussy wide open.
     Despite Judy's whimpering protests, she held her legs wide open and
secretly hoped that his cock would thrust into her cunt - maybe just an
inch or so, and then she could expel it right away.
     His erection battered against the opening of her vagina. The whole
head of it sank in for a split second. The agonizing thrill was more
than Judy had expected, and she cried out hotly. But then, because they
were both squirming so frantically, the crown slipped back out and
rested against her vulva just below her clitoris.
     She looked down at her brother's face and saw the raw, twisted lust
written on him. His mouth gaped open once, but he said nothing.
     Then he was pleading, "Judy! Please, oh, Sis, let me fuck you! I'll
do anything! Please!"
     The feel of his cock raking back and forth across her clitoris as
he swiveled his hips was too much for Judy to endure. She knew the fight
was over, and she was glad. She splayed her legs still wider until her
toes were digging into the sheets on each side of his ankles.
     "All right!" she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you, little brother!
I'm going to fuck you like crazy! Just tonight, just this once and never
again!"
     Then she threw her whole weight down on him, covering his mouth
with a jamming soul kiss while her hand helped his erection slip into
the unbelievably wet pit between her thighs.
     "Oh, yes!" she groaned as the staff glided into her slit.
     He was all the way in. They froze for ten seconds, growing
accustomed to the feel of each other. Then Judy began to move. She
lifted her ass and slammed her belly down against him. She screwed hard
and briskly, panting both from arousal and exertion. She was powerless
to oppose the storm of sexual bliss that consumed her. All her energy,
her every twitch and quiver, was directed against her brother's hard
young cock. She wanted it. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to overflow
and mingle with her own juices. She wanted to give Billy one hell of a
ride; she wanted him to know just how good a fuck she really was.
     Their tongues stirred about in each other's mouth. They moaned with
their lips sucking together. Judy's tits tickled deliciously as she
brushed them against Bill's soft, sweating chest.
     "Give it to me, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck your come right up into
me!"
     He was jerking spastically beneath her. It thrilled her to know how
hot she was making him. She clutched with her cunt, making him moan
louder and squirm.
     She spread her legs wider than she thought possible, the muscles
screaming silently in her thighs. Her toenails scratched viciously
across the sheets. Her arms flung up above their heads, her fingers
curling into the pillow.
     "Keep fucking, Sis!" His cry was followed by a long, inhuman groan
that sent a thrill sailing up Judy's spine.
     His fingers still spread her cunt open wide while he jammed himself
into her. His thumbs played with her anus, one wedging into the spongy
opening and making her scream in tormented ecstasy.
     "Ah, ahh, aahhh! Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck me, fuck me! I'm going
to come already! You, too! Yes, come too, Billy! Come, come, come,
come!" The sound of her own heated words mingling with Bill's bellowing
gasps excited Judy beyond belief. She had never known such sexual
hunger. Her whole self seemed aflame; every inch of her quaking,
perspiring body seemed to crave release.
     Then her orgasm was upon her - a thunderous, straining climax that
sent her bucking around like a demented whore on top of her horny
brother.
     She stretched out stiffly, her fingernails ripping through the
pillowcase, her hair hanging down into Bill's contorted face,
perspiration running wildly from her forehead. Her cunt clasped and
contracted, milking at the rapidly driving penis.
     Bill cried piteously and arched his body rigidly at her. He came.
     "Oh, Sis, now! I'm shooting it in you!" he grunted.
     She bit lightly against his lips, feeling the blast of sperm crash
with great force against the inner walls of her convulsing pussy. She
whimpered, then screamed.
     "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she sobbed. And she kept coming.
     His sperm spilled out of her pussy in a hot river, gushing down
over her thighs and his testicles, dampening the sheets. And she
continued to climax right along with him, her mind oblivious to
everything but sex as she made stiff, jitterish movements with her hips
and blurted out her passion in throaty sobs. She clenched her buttocks
around his probing thumbs and howled in pleasure as his fingers played
around the edges of her throbbing cunt where the juices spilled out.
     "It's so good!" she finally managed to say when the heat of her
climax had ebbed somewhat. The last waves of their orgasms faded, and
they were left lying limply, gasping, their muscles lifeless.
     They parted finally, but she didn't leave his bedroom. They talked
about the plan, scheming how Bill would approach Ralph with the request
that the boy seduce their mother. It was so deliciously thrilling, lying
naked in bed with her younger brother, talking about it.
     Ten minutes after they had finished their first fuck, Judy spread
her legs so that Bill could climb above her. She hadn't really believed
they would never do it again.

                             *     *     *

     Arlene had thought she'd heard strange noises coming from Bill's
room, but she was too wound up in her own lust to investigate.
     Her dirty little fantasy was recurring, causing her to drive her
fingers powerfully into her aroused vagina as she rolled between the
sheets. She couldn't help herself. It was happening again and she
couldn't stop it.
     "Ralph!" she whispered hoarsely, tossing about beneath her own
expert caresses. "Fuck me, Ralph! Fuck me!"



                               Chapter 5

     Arlene tried to pretend her husband was merely away on business,
but her mind refused to be tricked. She felt empty and lonely.
     Hal was in jail.
     She couldn't imagine how he was coping with the situation. Such a
proud, upstanding man. Did he exchange friendly talk with the other
prisoners? Or did he simply keep his eyes cast low and never speak at
all? These thoughts pained Arlene so much that she forced her mind to
wander to images less disquieting. She forced herself not to worry about
her community standing, forced herself not to think about how she and
Hal would feel toward each other when he was released from jail in three
weeks. What she thought about was Judy. How warm and loving her daughter
had acted today. And it wasn't a special sort of day at all - no
holiday, nobody's birthday or anniversary. Judy was such a wonderful
daughter. Perhaps Arlene worried too much about the girl's manner of
dressing and her obvious flirtations around boys. She should put more
trust in Judy, Arlene decided. Her daughter was too bright and too self-
respecting to let those boys have their way with her. The more she
thought about it, the more certain Arlene became that Judy wouldn't let
any boys get into her pants.
     Even though she was certain of this, the mere thought of some boy
between her daughter's legs sent strange shivers storming to Arlene's
brain.
     Were they shivers of revulsion? Or were they shivers of excitement?
     Arlene was in bed. It was eight at night, and both Bill and Judy
were at a party. The fact that her children were partying on Monday
night with school tomorrow struck Arlene as odd. But Judy had been
especially sweet and thoughtful ever since she got home from school this
afternoon. It would have been awkward for Arlene to have objected when
her daughter had mentioned the party tonight at dinner.
     Arlene's hand had seemed to slip between her thighs of its own
accord. Realizing she was beginning to masturbate, she yanked her hand
away and flushed the image of Judy and an unknown lover from her brain.
What's the matter with me? she scolded mentally. Thinking about her own
daughter like that. And... and enjoying it.
     Aloud she grumbled, "And what the hell do you think you're doing in
bed, anyway, Arlene French?" No sooner had Bill and Judy gone out the
door than she'd stripped, got into her housecoat and flopped onto the
bed.
     She made what she thought was a legitimate effort to get out of
bed. But she managed only to turn onto her side. She felt her clitoris
hammering one lustful throb after another. As her hand once more crept
down toward her vagina, she ordered it to stop. She willed her hand to
fall limply to her side - but it didn't. It was as if two separate parts
of her brain were waging war, the decent, rational part against the
forces of lust. And lust was winning.
     Her fingers danced up under the hem of her housecoat, going
directly to the ultra-slick, distended lips of her cunt.
     Quivering tremors of excitement shot through her. Her legs opened
automatically as she rolled onto her back again. The tip of one wiggling
finger stabbed the cunt's threshold, the hot flesh lubricating the
invading digit. Arlene groaned hotly. She rocked on her hips. Her other
hand went quickly to join the first. Several fingers now teased around
the edges of her orifice. She fucked up at her fingers, babbling
throatily, squirming.
     She knew she had no control. She was going to make herself come
again, just like that night. Just like the night before last. Just like
always. She was going to fingerfuck herself again because she couldn't
help it.
     Expelling a harsh, lustful sigh, she spoke aloud. "Damn you,
Arlene! All right, all right! You want to make yourself come, so let's
get it over with! For God sakes, don't spend all night playing with
yourself!"
     She kept one hand busy against her crotch as she rolled on one side
and reached for the nightstand drawer. She quickly fumbled to the rear
of the drawer, finding the scarf which held her cherished tools of
masturbation. She unwrapped the candle, set it aside and grabbed the
battery-powered vibrator.
     She wasted no time. Flicking the switch at the base of the five-
inch long, one-and-a-half inch wide, phallic-shaped vibrator, she
slipped it beneath her housecoat. She didn't linger around the edges of
her cunt. She jammed it right in - all the way. It buzzed, a low-pitched
buzzing that accompanied the lightning-quick tremors. God, what a
thrilling sensation. No hands could ever duplicate the fantastic effect.
And it would go on and on as long as she could endure the exquisite
pleasure.
     Sometimes she could come within a minute of inserting the smooth
plastic shaft into her vagina. She felt now that she was going to be
able to climax almost instantly.
     While one hand clutched the base of the vibrator, holding the
object firmly, her other hand played around one side of her clitoris,
making the mini-erection throb wildly though she never touched it.
     The intense vibrations seemed to draw the juices from the inner
walls of her vagina in a never-ceasing flood. The glue-like substance
poured out of her cunt, sticking to her fingers and thighs, matting her
pubic hairs. She danced around helplessly on the mattress, striving,
striving, striving ...
     The doorbell rang.
     "Damn it!" Arlene moaned, and for several seconds she made no move
to get off the bed. She merely continued to fondle her lust-aching cunt,
shoving the vibrator up her passage as deep as it would go.
     Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as
she stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were:
unbelievably intense, and she had to come. She had to.
     Again the doorbell.
     "Oh, damn!" she almost shouted. She rolled to the edge of the bed
and sat up, her brain dizzy and confused. Reluctantly, she switched off
the vibrator and, pulling the slick object out of her vagina and placing
it beneath her pillow, she stood up.
     Her legs were shaky. She adjusted her housecoat and staggered out
of the bedroom, down the hall, through the living room.
     She cracked the front door open slightly, and said, "Who is it?"
Her voice was hollow and annoyed.
     "Ralph," came the reply.
     She opened the door fully. She tried to smile. She really liked
Ralph. He was so well-mannered, so polite. She wished that all of Bill's
friends were like Ralph, that way she wouldn't have to worry about her
son. Sometimes she had hinted to Judy that Ralph would make a good boy
friend. Then there was the disquieting thing about Ralph. Ralph, Ralph,
Ralph. His name seemed to sing through Arlene's mind all day long. But
it wasn't his fault. He was just a bright, personable boy, and he had
never done anything to encourage Arlene's perversion. Perversion? Yes,
what else was it? A grown woman constantly masturbating and often
thinking about the handsome sixteen-year-old Ralph as she fingered
herself.
     She could hardly look him in the eye as he stood in the doorway.
She felt guilty. She had used the mental image of this boy while she
made herself come. That was ugly, dirty, unnatural. How could she ever
look Ralph in the eyes with this terrible deep secret burdening her?
     "Hello, Mrs. French. I came by to borrow Bill's science textbook. I
lost mine, and he said I could borrow his."
     "Bill's out at a party right now," she told the boy. Then she
added, gazing down at her bare feet, "But I'm sure it would be all right
if you just went into his room and got it."
     She stepped aside and let the smiling Ralph enter. He closed the
door behind him, and Arlene felt a hot shiver in her groin. God, I'm
alone in the house with Ralph!
     For some reason, unclear even to herself, she followed Ralph to her
son's bedroom. She trusted Ralph, and it would have been perfectly
natural for her to let him go into the room unescorted. But still she
stood in the doorway while the boy rummaged through Bill's drawers and
closet.
     Arlene realized with amazement that she was getting more aroused.
Watching Ralph was turning her on, and she tried to fight it. But the
mere nearness of the boy sent undeniable waves of lust through her.
Several times Ralph turned to look at Arlene.
     Could he tell she was aroused? she wondered. Did he know she was
completely naked beneath her housecoat? Could he sense that her nipples
were firm and aching? That her thighs were smeared with her own seeping
passion juice? That she was deliberately contracting her vagina again
and again while she watched him?
     Despite her revulsion, her mind conjured up the lewd, lewd image of
her and Ralph tangling naked on her son's bed. She pictured herself
fucking the surprised Ralph, bucking around like some cheap gutter
whore.
     "No!" she gasped aloud.
     "What?" Ralph asked, turning to face her.
     "Nothing, oh, nothing!" she said. "I was just talking to myself."
She tried to breathe normally, but she knew that Ralph had detected the
shrill excitement in her voice.
     She couldn't stand there any longer.
     Fighting to control herself, she said, "You'll have to excuse me,
Ralph. I was taking a nap when you rang the doorbell, and I'm still
pretty tired. You just look until you find the book, and lock the door
behind you when you leave the house."
     "Okay, thanks, Mrs. French." His voice sent ripples of pleasure
through her whole body.
     My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such
dirty thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?
     Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to
her bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly,
leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.
     A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size
mattress, her housecoat open down the front, her hands slipping down
across her belly. There was no reasoning left in her. She had to finish
herself now. Right now, and it didn't matter that Ralph was still in the
house.
     She rubbed hotly around the edges of her cunt, her fingers dancing
and fluttering as both hands worked in tandem to excite every nerve
cell.
     She tried to quiet her breathing, but the task was impossible. Her
hot breath was coming in swift, forceful gasps, tiny moans of passion
escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. The index finger of
her right hand went into her vagina, first as deep as the middle
knuckle, then all the way. She made a sweeping, stirring motion with the
finger, round and round until she couldn't stand it any longer. Then she
began to stroke briskly in and out while her thumb applied off-and-on
pressure just below her engorged clitoris.
     "Mmmm!" she purred. "Oh, mmmm, oh, oh!"
     Her left hand was fanned out on her groin, two fingers spreading
the top of her cunt lips wide. Then she removed that hand from her lower
belly and fumbled under the pillow above her head. She extracted the
vibrator, flicked it on, and brought it without hesitation to the lips
of her hot, creamy cunt. She touched the rounded end to her clitoris,
leaping up off the bed because of the excruciating pleasure.
     She whimpered aloud. She hoped that Ralph wouldn't hear the humming
of the vibrator or her hot, ceaseless moaning. She passed the vibrator
from her left hand to her right. With the latter, she worked the
instrument into her madly pulsating cunt. She spread her legs wide and
arched off the bed again and again, laboring toward the climax which
seemed so vital to her.
     She lunged, hissing great sobs, perspiration beginning to shine on
her body, wetting the housecoat which was open and hanging to her sides.
One hand busied itself by brushing across her hot nipples, kneading the
rubbery hills of her breasts, violently pushing at the sexually tingling
flesh.
     The vibrator droned on. And then, as she squirmed and jerked her
hips in ecstatic abandon, she heard the front door open and slam, and
she knew Ralph had left.

                             *     *     *

     Ralph was no fool. The minute Mrs. French had answered the
doorbell, he had a pretty good idea what she'd just been up to. She was
disheveled, and panting like crazy. Her eyes were hazed over. She was
flushed and perspiring. And the real clincher was her hands. Her fingers
were glistening and coated over with a clear, sticky substance.
     Yes, Ralph guessed right away that Arlene French had been
masturbating when he'd rung the bell. He decided it was going to make
his seduction of the inhibited housewife a whole lot easier.
     He had hardly believed it today when Bill had approached him with
the plan. Bill, his best friend, wanted his services. Bill wanted his
own mother seduced. Of course, Ralph knew right away that it wasn't
Bill's idea. Such a wild, incredible scheme could only have been
conceived by Bill's sister Judy. That beautiful young nymph. When Bill
had shyly approached him with the idea, Ralph had pretended to be
reluctant. But it required some pretty tough acting, because he was more
than eager to fuck the beautiful, blonde, prudish mother of his best
friend. He liked fucking older women, especially uptight, horny older
women who craved his young cock but were ashamed to admit it. Twice he
had made it with mothers of girls he had dated. Once he screwed his
father's secretary. But those times were different. The fucking had been
secretive. What he would try to do tonight was fuck Arlene French with
her children's blessing. Of course, his intended copulation with Mrs.
French wouldn't have Hal French's blessing. But he was in jail, and
couldn't do a thing.
     Ralph hadn't acted any differently than usual when Mrs. French had
opened the door. He had noted the tell-tale signs of masturbation
without giving himself away. He was polite, too polite - the way he
always was around adults. He was a young prince, an angel. Maybe it was
his well-bred aura that turned older women on. Or maybe it was just his
body - his manly, muscular, overdeveloped physical form.
     Anyway, he had long ago discovered that the adults in his middle-
class community responded to him a lot better when he was overbearingly
polite. So that's the way he always acted in their presence.
     While he scouted Bill's room for the textbook (which he had no
interest in finding and which Bill had securely hidden), he couldn't
help noticing the way Arlene's breasts pushed against her housecoat.
Every time he cast a glance in her direction, she was looking directly
at him. But each time, she quickly, timidly shifted her glance just as
soon as their eyes met. She must have been even hotter than he'd guessed
she was, because she suddenly had excused herself, saying she had been
interrupted in her nap and was returning to bed. No sooner had she got
into her bedroom than Ralph had tiptoed down the hall to her door and
listened. Soon there came harsh gasps, murmurs, groans. Then the bed
creaked. Ralph supposed the humming sound was some kind of vibrator.
     "Mmmm!" came a strangled sob from the bedroom.
     Then Ralph walked briskly to the front door. He opened it noisily,
then slammed it hard. The sound of the door crashing closed echoed
thunderously. He was sure that even though Arlene was concentrating on
satisfying her lust, she had heard the door open and slam. Now she would
be thinking she was alone in the house.
     Ralph tiptoed back to the closed door to Arlene's bedroom. He
crouched and listened.
     Through the door filtered the woman's hot sounds. "Mmmm! Mmmmfff!
Oh, God! God, oh, oh, oh!"
     The bed was creaking so loudly Ralph was mesmerized. It was almost
musical, the creaking bedsprings mingling with her hot gasps and the
faint buzz of what Ralph judged to be a vibrator.
     His cock was surging up and out, pressing against his pants, nearly
erect now. He wanted to see the woman. He wanted to get a glimpse of her
face and body as she struggled toward orgasm. Should he crack the door
open? Did he dare? Would she notice? Probably not. She was too excited.
Besides, if she did notice, it wouldn't matter. Ralph was going to make
his presence known to her soon anyway.
     Slowly he reached for the door knob and turned it. Then he pushed
in. A narrow crack formed through which he could see into the bedroom.
But he couldn't see the bed. The door opened at the wrong angle. Then he
noticed the mirror, and it was positioned perfectly. The reflected image
of the masturbating Mrs. French was clear, the bedside lamp supplying
just the right amount of light to cast an erotic gleam over her body.
     She was certainly a sight. Her housecoat was wide open, flared
beneath her like a cape, only her arms covered by the material. Her legs
were drawn back against her breasts, her thighs spread apart so she had
easy access to her vagina. One of her hands kneaded her breasts wildly
while the other held the vibrator deep within her cunt. Her pussy juices
were smeared all over her inner thighs, and the sheet beneath her was
stained with her passion flow. Her movements were frantic. She rocked
back and forth, doing the first third of a backward somersault again and
again.
     Deep gurgling groans came from within her. Then she was spitting
out words, words that startled the boy who crouched in the doorway and
peeked at her reflection in the mirror.
     "Oh, baby!" she blurted. "F-fff-fuck! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's
so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, Ralph, I need it! I'm
going to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!"
     Ralph's fully erect penis now thrust painfully within the confines
of his trousers. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Mrs. French
was thinking of him while she diddled. She was pretending she was
fucking him. Shit, this is going to be easy! he thought.
     He watched as her leg muscles made tiny spastic ripples. She
groaned deeper, and he knew she was ready to get her relief. This was
the perfect time for action.
     He stood, shoved the door wide open and strode into the bedroom.
His gait was that of a young, self-assured conqueror.

                             *     *     *

     Now that she had heard the front door slam and was convinced that
Ralph was out of the house, Arlene began to fuck herself with wilder
abandon. She no longer tried to muffle her outcries or to control her
movements. The visit of her imagined young lover had really set the
fires blazing within her body. She was building toward a climax more
shattering than any she had ever experienced.
     She was irrational, and she made no effort now to control herself.
She didn't try to expunge the image of Ralph from her delirious mind.
She welcomed it. She pretended that he hadn't left the house, that
instead he had come into her bedroom and was fucking her silly.
     The vibrator was tremoring relentlessly inside her incredibly
drenched cunt. She became wilder and wilder, one hand playing havoc with
her tingling breasts while the other anchored the massager. She brought
her legs up, doubled, and pressed her knees almost against her tits. She
nearly somersaulted backward. Then she began an insane, rhythmic
rocking.
     Words and garbled moans escaped her lips. Finally she was almost
coming, and she ranted, "Oh, baby! F-fffk! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's
so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me Ralph, I need it! I'm going
to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!"
     Her legs quivered. Her stomach trembled. She was sliding toward her
climax, her brain numb. And then ...
     God, she thought, there's someone in the room!
     Even as this ominous truth blanketed her brain, Arlene continued to
writhe. Instead of immediately halting all movement, her fingering of
her breasts and vagina began to taper off slowly until finally she was
able to remain relatively still - the vibrator still humming deep in her
vagina - and turn toward the unknown intruder.
     It was Ralph. The boy she had just pretended was fucking her now
stood two feet from her bed, a smoky lust in his eyes.
     She should have felt rage, but she felt nothing of the sort. The
blood swirled like a tornado inside her head. She wanted to faint.
     She'd been caught. Caught. Caught.
     A grown woman. Playing with herself. And this teen-age boy gaping
down at her, staring at the vibrator that still buzzed within her
vagina. God! she thought. Don't let this be real! But it was real,
terribly, unchangeably real - and she felt like dying.
     She had been on the verge of coming, and now her lust seemed to be
frozen right on the edge of orgasm. She was neither cooling off nor
getting hotter. Her clitoris went right on throbbing. But her brain
would have no part of her sexual excitement. All she could think about
was the ugly trauma that confronted her.
     Her legs lowered and came to rest on the mattress. The vibrator
slipped halfway out of her cunt, still buzzing.
     She drew her thighs together, and somehow had the presence of mind
to reach down and flick off the vibrator. She tore the instrument from
her vagina and threw it asides if this ridiculous gesture could help
make things right again. She began buttoning her housecoat, hardly
realizing what she was doing, putting the top button in the wrong hole.
     He stood over her, a partial smile on his lips.
     Arlene's thoughts had no consistency, they merely floated around in
her brain. She felt only shock and guilt and distress. A horrible,
creeping shame swept over her. It was worse than a nightmare.
     She finally managed to fit the last button into a buttonhole. Her
housecoat was uneven, but at least it was on - at least Ralph couldn't
stare at her depraved nudity any more.
     She looked away from the boy, her eyes open and fixed on the
ceiling. If she remained perfectly still, if she said nothing, perhaps
he would slip out of the room and go away. Perhaps he would leave her
alone to suffer.
     This hope was quickly shattered.
     "Were you having a good time, Mrs. French?" His voice was cocky,
assured, so unlike the normally polite tones he used.
     Tears of shame and humiliation formed in her eyes. She threw the
top sheet over her to give her still another shield against his stare.
     When she failed to answer, he said, "Must be real lonely with your
husband in jail, huh, Mrs. French?"
     "Ralph, don't! Please, don't!" His words were cruel, terribly
cruel. Surely this wasn't the same mannerly boy she thought so highly
of.
     "Want me to get in bed with you?" he asked coyly.
     "No!" she sobbed. "No! No! No! Please get out!"
     "If I get out, you'll just finish what you started. Would you
rather make love to that vibrator or to me?"
     His words stung her. "I ... I could never make love to you," she
whispered. "You must leave!"
     He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.
     "No!" she screamed, suddenly aware of what his intentions were.
     He wanted to fuck her.
     Before she realized what was happening he had wormed his hand
beneath the sheet and between two buttons of her housecoat. Without
hesitation, he shoved a finger up into her cunt.
     "Oh, oh, no!" she cried. Her hand gripped his wrist firmly, trying
to pull him away. Her thighs remained locked together, and this only
served to imprison the finger she was struggling to expel.
     She sobbed in frustration. He was so strong. And now he was
wiggling his finger around in her vagina. And it felt good. Oh, damn,
don't let it feel good! she thought.
     "Get away! Get out, damn you!" she screeched.
     "It feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed, leaning over her and
pressing his lips to hers.
     She kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to have anything to do
with the kiss. Waves of shock continued to engulf her, but she couldn't
deny that his probing finger was reawakening the explosive lust she had
felt when he entered the room. She had to stop him. He was going to make
her come. She had to make him leave.
     His mouth still pressed to hers. Involuntarily she uttered a hot
gasp, and her lips parted slightly. He took the opportunity to lick his
tongue across her straight white teeth.
     Then his thumb was up against her clitoris, and she couldn't
prevent herself from lunging with her hips. Her thighs opened slightly.
     "Please don't!" she begged. "Please, please, please, please, please
don't!"
     When she was finished with her plea, her mouth remained open. She
couldn't help herself. He wedged his tongue into her mouth, and her
tongue tasted his.
     "No!" she mumbled. "Nnnooooo!"
     Her legs shot wide apart, acting without any instructions from her
brain. She realized he was unbuttoning her housecoat, and she didn't
stop him. Then his hand left her cunt and he quickly stripped his
clothes away, heaving the garments carelessly onto the floor.
     She was horrified. This was going too far.
     "Oh, no! No you mustn't!" But she watched him disrobe, and when his
huge young cock was unveiled, she gasped. It was bigger than her
husband's. Much bigger. It was even bigger than she had imagined in her
hot fantasies.
     Then he was naked and he pulled the sheet off her body. Her
housecoat was open now, showing her flawless breasts, her vagina wet and
slippery, the cunt hairs gathered into unnatural sticky curls.
     Her mind froze. Suddenly he was over her, his cock held in one
hand, aimed at her vagina.
     A dizziness clutched her mind. She couldn't let him. She'd never
let anyone except her husband. It was wrong, dirty, perverted, and her
clitoris was throbbing like crazy.
     What's wrong with me? Those same haunting words jolted her mind
again and again. She couldn't let herself be fucked by a teen-age boy.
     "I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. French!" His calm words sent the
ultimate shock through Arlene's already tormented head.
     Then his hand was no longer guiding his cock, but was teasing her
cunt and clitoris. She squirmed despite herself. She groaned.
     He kissed her more feverishly than ever, and she returned his kiss
with a savage tongue.
     But then the true horror of what she was doing dawned on her, and
she broke the kiss, crying, "Oh, we must stop! Oh, don't do it! Please,
don't!"
     But his hand was working her into a frenzy of lust she couldn't
control. She spread her legs wider. She bucked beneath him.
     Ralph smiled to himself. He had her now. Only her mind was
fighting, her body was his to fuck.
     She said, "Go away, Ralph!"
     He almost laughed out loud at her silly plea. She no more wanted
him to leave than she wanted to die. She wanted to live and fuck. He'd
never seen a body more desperate for it. Just to prove his point, he
rolled away from her. He even got up off the edge of the bed and began
slipping into his underwear.
     "Wh-what ..." She left her thought unsaid.
     "You told me to go away, Mrs. French!"
     My God, has it come to this? Arlene thought. Does he want me to beg
for it?
     Suddenly she knew she must speak to save her sanity. She couldn't
let him leave, not now.
     In a whispering voice, choked with passion, she said, "Come back!"
     "What for?" he asked coolly.
     She knew what he was hinting at. He wanted to hear her say that
awful debasing word. He wanted to hear her beg crudely like some street
whore.
     "Say what you want!" he demanded.
     She couldn't possibly. She sobbed in agony as his cock was buried
within the fabric of his shorts. He began to step into his trousers.
     "I can't ..." Arlene whined. "I can't say it!"
     "Yes you can," he retorted. "You can and you did! I heard you. And
you used my name, too! So why can't you say it now, Mrs. French?" He
spat the words at her as if he were enjoying her torment.
     He continued to dress.
     Arlene's legs arched, her thighs quivered. Her whole body pulsated
in excruciating arousal. Her hands danced down to her belly, but she
didn't touch her vagina. She didn't dare.
     And then nothing seemed to matter except her hot, rampant desire
and she groaned, "All right! God, I can't help it! I want it! I want you
to. Come back! Come back and fuck me! Hurry, Ralph! Hurry and fuck me!"



                               Chapter 6

     Her crude, urgent cry was exactly what Ralph had wanted to hear. He
stepped out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his undershorts
down over his hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Arlene
had begged him to fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working
vigorously between her hotly open thighs.
     She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed
incredible to her that she had actually spoken the words. But she had,
and they couldn't be unsaid now.
     It wasn't a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of
the situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb - numb
mentally - uninterested in all the social taboos that declared her
behavior wrong and indecent. She only knew what she needed. Sex.
     It was happening. Her dark, dirty fantasy was about to come true,
and she wasn't even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the
mattress and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her
housecoat. She heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet
on top of the vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes
ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.
     She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.
     His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.
     "Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.
     She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis pressing into her
thigh. His hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of
her vagina with his young able fingers.
     "Mmmfff!" she groaned into his mouth. "Oh, Ralph! I need it, do
whatever you want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come."
     Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn't stifle them. It
was as if a dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled
through the broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had
no power over her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more
and more liquid to flow out of her vagina onto Ralph's skillful fingers.
     "Fuck, fuck!" she moaned hysterically.
     "Roll over," he demanded, and she was surprised to hear how
controlled his voice sounded despite his obvious arousal.
     He's experienced! she realized. He's been fucking a lot of women!
His authoritative tone made her all the more eager to obey. She turned
all the way over, her hot, hard nipples now pressing into the sheets
below. At first she held her thighs locked together. Ralph's hand had
been forced from her pussy when she'd turned, and now there was no
physical contact between them - only his hot breath crashing against the
back of her neck as he hovered above her. Then she felt compelled to
spread her legs, and she did so. She felt wicked and excited, the
knowledge that his lecherous young eyes were feasting on her buttocks
making her wild with desire.
     "Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, God, oh!"
     "Kneel up," he ordered.
     Again she obeyed instantly, thrusting her ass up and folding her
knees beneath her. Her shoulders remained on the mattress.
     He positioned himself behind her, his knees inside hers. He gripped
her waist, pulling her hips higher. His stiff, throbbing cock rubbed
between her thighs. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She squirmed
and moaned hotly. He made several jabbing lunges with his pelvis,
stabbing at her cunt but not entering.
     "Don't tease!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything, but don't tease!"
     She felt him move back away from her, and she loosed a hollow groan
of disappointment.
     Then she felt something hot against her vaginal lips - his breath.
He had his mouth near her exposed cunt and he was breathing harshly.
     "No!" she whimpered. She hardly ever let her husband kiss her
there. It was wrong, sordid, unnatural.
     But Ralph's lips were almost touching her vagina. He was gazing
hotly at the elongated, glistening slit - and his mouth was getting
nearer, nearer.
     "Oh, no, don't!" she hissed. But his breath felt so good.
     And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her
lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft
pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited
flesh.
     "No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"
     He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully.
     "Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young boy
praised, continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.
     His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more depraved? she
wondered. She was on her husband's bed letting a mere boy slurp and suck
at her vagina while making lewd comments - and she wasn't even fighting
him. Worse than that, she was beginning to saw back and forth, pressing
her cunt right up against his open mouth. It all seemed so evil to
Arlene.
     "You want me to stop sucking your cunt, Mrs. French?" he teased,
confident of what the now crazy woman's answer would be.
     The words poured out of her; she couldn't stop them. "No, don't
stop! I want you to suck my cunt! I-I love it!"
     Now she was rocking madly back and forth. Her head was turned
sideways against the mattress, her blonde hair falling across her face
and nearly obliterating her contorted features.
     He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing
the entire length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited
by the feeling of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and
shifted in response to his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill's
mother to be this hot in bed! he mused.
     His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra
and up to tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his
head going right with her as she lunged back and forth. His cheeks
brushed against her sticky thighs, his nose buried itself between her
clasping buttocks.
     What fun it was tormenting this uptight bitch, Ralph thought. But
his cock was aching for release and he could hardly contain himself any
longer.
     "Want me to make you come?" he mumbled, his voice now uneven with
lust, less masterful than before.
     "Yes!" she wailed, and just at that very instant she felt her
muscles ripping apart. She threw her arms fitfully out to her sides, she
tightened her leg muscles, she sucked her stomach in painfully then
thrust it far out, she groaned laboriously, and she came. And came, and
came.
     While the incomprehensibly delicious spasms continued to rock her
body, Ralph came up flush behind her and slipped his cock into her
contracting vagina.
     Arlene was so delirious that it took her several seconds to realize
he had made the penetration. When it dawned on her that he had slipped
the whole massive bulk of his penis into her and that she had felt no
pain, she became still wilder. Her dream lover was fucking her. All
those afternoons and nights of masturbating and thinking of Ralph. And
now it was true. She ground her hips back at him while her climax
consumed her. The lubricants oozed from the spasming walls of her cunt,
surrounding his erection in a juicy ocean of female come.
     "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she ranted. "Ralph! Fuck!"
     He had known he was hot when he'd inserted his cock. But he hadn't
realized how close to coming he was. Mrs. French was jerking around
tumultuously, her cunt clutching desperately at his erection, making his
balls tighten and sending him to the very verge of ejaculation.
     He tried to warn her. "Not so hard! You'll make me shoot!"
     Her only response was to stare back between her legs through the
hair that had fallen across her eyes. She saw his cock slicing in and
out of her, the staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd,
wonderful sight. She cried, "Yes! Come inside me! I want all of it!
Fuck!"
     She kept coming.
     She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His
cock had been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his
stroke as he readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw
his skin work back tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft
trembled and she could almost see the path his sperm took as it shot
from his balls up the length of his erection.
     He jammed it in all the way, burying himself into her humid
passage, his balls slamming against her clitoris as the first searing
jet of sperm splashed from his cock.
     Her climax had begun to ebb, but the first spurt of semen crashing
against her cervix gave renewed life to her orgasm.
     She screamed out again and again, her wails broken by gasps and
sobs. Her eyes remained opened. She continued to stare between her legs
as Ralph fucked his load into her. He pressed his belly harshly into her
tensed buttocks and rocked furiously with her, the bed groaning beneath
them.
     A second shot of sperm collided with her womb, a third, a fourth.
One jet after another sent her to the farthest limits of lust. She
watched the sperm seep slowly out of her vagina, at first milky white,
then clearer and more glittery as it trickled down her thighs, mingling
with the juice and perspiration already coating her flesh.
     "You're a great fuck, Mrs. French!" he praised with an exhausted
sigh after the last of his semen had been emptied into her.
     She collapsed to her stomach, stretching out flat on the sweat-
soaked sheets, his cock shrinking but still inside her. It was over.
     Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her
brain. Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.
     She lay perfectly still, not wanting to speak or be spoken to - not
even wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt
suddenly empty. She hoped he would go away and never come back. She
wished she could sleep and wake to find it had all been a dream - like
all those others.
     But then, she wasn't sure how many minutes later, his hands were
touching her again. He was tugging at her shoulder, trying to coax her
onto her back.
     She fought him, twisting her shoulder back down against the sheet.
She didn't want to face him. She couldn't possibly face him, not now
with his sperm still swirling hotly around in her just-fucked cunt. She
could never face him again.
     In a whisper savage with conviction, she said, "Get out of my
bedroom!"
     "You sure change your mind in a hurry," Ralph observed. "Five
minutes ago you were begging for it! Now you got what you needed, so you
think you can act snooty again!"
     His words stung her.
     "Please leave," she gasped.
     But he ignored her and said, "You'll never be the same again, Mrs.
French. You've done it now, and you can't take it back, so you might as
well have some more fun. I know you want some more!"
     She couldn't believe these were the words of a sixteen-year-old
boy. She felt oddly as if he were the mature one and she were just a
naive young girl. But she must fight against him - she must!
     Unexpectedly he rolled away from her, and she felt the mattress
bounce as he got off the bed. Could he be leaving? Had her ordeal ended?
Then she heard the drone of the vibrator. He had picked it off the
carpet and switched it on. He had the tool of her masturbation in his
hand. Her brain swam through a sea of humiliation.
     Then the mattress sank beneath his weight as he knelt onto it. A
second later she felt the head of the phallic-shaped massager wedging
between her buttocks.
     "No! Don't, Ralph, stop!"
     "Why stop? You did it to yourself, so what's wrong with me doing it
to you? This vibrator's still gooey from your cunt," he said.
     His terrible lewd words tortured her mind, but she couldn't deny
that she felt a surge of excitement as the vibrator pressed against her
anus. Then Ralph worked lower, working the buzzing staff between her
tightly locked thighs, slipping it against her spermy vagina.
     Another spasm of pleasure shot through her. It was happening all
over again and she couldn't control it. It was true what Ralph had said
- she had done it once and now it didn't really matter if she did it
again. She had fucked another male. She had cheated on her husband. Her
legs spread slowly as Ralph rubbed the vibrator against her soiled
vagina.
     She whimpered, then bit her lip to silence herself as the object
was forced into the lips of her pussy. He jammed it all the way up, and
it slipped in easily.
     "Please ... don't," she begged, but her plea was a dying whisper
lost beneath the harsh sound of her own breathing.
     Protest was futile. She wanted to be ravished by her boy-lover. She
needed it, more of it, more sex, more fucking.
     He was tugging at her shoulder once again, and this time she
allowed him to roll her over. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face
him. He held the vibrator tightly, pushing it all the way into her
vagina. She threw her legs farther apart, moaning, twitching.
     Suddenly he was straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts. She
didn't understand what he was contemplating until she felt the hot crown
of his erection brushing against her mouth. She groaned in revulsion.
     She couldn't ... she would never ...
     But even as she cringed in disgust, her lips opened and sucked the
stiff, pungent rod into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip hungrily.
She closed her lips tightly around the shaft, lifting her head off the
mattress to align her mouth with the erection.
     "That's good, Mrs. French! Suck! Oh, you give a good blow job!" he
praised.
     Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she choked, "Yes, I love to
suck it!"
     She held his hips in her hands, pulling him nearer and mashing her
breasts up against his loins. He began to shift his weight, crushing her
to the bed while he still reached behind him, keeping the vibrator
stuffed up Arlene's vagina.
     Just when she hungered for him to shoot his jism into her avidly
sucking mouth, he twisted off her body, pulling his cock from her mouth
with a swift sideways motion. A drooling string of saliva now trailed
from the corner of her empty mouth.
     Suddenly he was rolling her onto her stomach. He scooted downward,
placed his hands on her waist and lifted her hips. He was going to fuck
her the same way he had the first time, she thought. But what about the
vibrator still implanted in her cunt? Wasn't he going to remove it?
     Then she knew the answer. She felt his cock pressing against the
tight hard entrance to her anus. He was going to try to fuck her there!
     "Oh, no!" she screamed. "Anything, anything else!"
     "Too damn dry," was all he said.
     He touched her ass with the tip of a finger, then let the digit
trail down to her vagina, playing circularly in the swampy curls around
the edges. He then traced his way back to her rectum, inserting his now
lubricated finger. He repeated this process often, each time driving his
finger farther up her anus, feeling the hot tight elastic ring become
less and less resistant to his touch.
     Then he was pressing his cock against her buttocks, wedging his
oversize member into the orifice of her ass.
     "Nnnoooo!" she shrieked as she felt the searing pain of her virgin
rectum being abused.
     The puckered opening was forced in, her own flesh being stretched
and pushed up into her ass. And then the ring gave little by little. She
was being split open, she felt.
     "Oh, no! Please, no!" she whined. And she jerked furiously, trying
to dislodge him.
     But he was strong, so very strong, and he kept his cock pressed
against her ass, pushing until her rectum had no option but to open and
admit more of his huge cruel cudgel.
     Her physical agony encompassed her while she buried her face in the
mattress, biting desperately into the sheets while tears of shame
streaked from her eyes.
     "You love it, don't you, Mrs. French!" she heard him groaning
excitedly. "You love being fucked in the ass, don't you? Tell me, tell
me!"
     "Nnooo!" she shouted. "No, stop! I can't stand it! Please, I'll do
anything else!"
     But her sobbed plea only caused him to surge more cruelly against
her ass. The pain was like fire, hotter. She was being torn apart, and
she was sure that further agony was impossible, that she had reached the
known limits of torture.
     But then, because her ass was growing accustomed to the continuing
pain, she was reawakened to the feel of the vibrator which was working
her pussy into a seething cavern of excited nerve endings. The conflict
between her cruelly ravished ass and her hotly excited cunt was
ludicrous. How could a woman possibly be aware of both these sensations
at once? Arlene wondered dizzily.
     And then the white hot pain in her rectum diminished rapidly. She
was bewildered. He was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking madly, and
the pain was fading. How could the change happen so suddenly? A minute
ago she'd been dying from pain and now ... and now ... God, she was
actually working her hips back against him.
     "Ah! Mmmm! Mmmmfff!" she moaned.
     Her anal passage was gripping at his cock, great muscular spasms
making her feel sensations unknown to her until now.
     She bucked up at him willingly, loving it now, longing for him to
fuck her more harshly, wanting him to send his sperm sailing into her
expanded rectum. The vibrator was driving her crazy. She was going to
come - any second.
     Her orgasm rocked her suddenly - her stomach tensed, her back
strained, she ripped through the sheets with her fingernails.
Spasmodically her buttocks clenched. Never before had she been so
excited. Her anal tunnel contracted with such force around his hot penis
that she feared she might crush it. He continued to fuck into her,
continued to hold the vibrator within her cunt.
     She reared up madly with her buttocks, bucking crazily as she
rocked on her knees. The bed creaked harshly, the sound melting and
blending with her crazed groans and Ralph's excited male grunts.
     "Oh, darling! It's wonderful!" she wailed in her delirium.
"Wonderful! Keep fucking! Fuck me forever, Ralph!"
     Nothing mattered now except her enduring orgasm. Her toes curled so
tightly that she sent a flashing pain up the soles of her feet - a
delicious deliberately induced pain that enhanced the electric sensation
of climax.
     "Fuck, fuck!" Her words were more than mere groans now - they were
shouts, unashamed screams of joy.
     Her climax diminished, but Ralph was still fucking her ass
savagely. He leaned up over her back, his belly impaled on her upthrust
grinding hips. Her buttocks dug into his groin. He was nearly out of his
head with lust, and his breath exploded in bursts as he kissed the back
of her neck. His long hair tickled across her perspiring back as he
twisted his head from side to side.
     "You're a great piece of ass!" he whispered.
     Strangely, his words didn't shock her. She was beyond shock. New
waves of arousal were teasing through her loins. The vibrator kept on
relentlessly. Ralph never faltered in his rhythmic pace.
     "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me more! Make me come again!"
     He shoved his cock up as far as it would go and held it there. She
was doing all the fucking now, and it felt delicious. Her hips were
churning and rotating so wildly that he wondered how long he could
contain his orgasm.
     "I love it! I love it! I love to fuck!" Arlene choked as her son's
best friend teased the sloppy wet edges of her engorged clitoris with
able fingers.
     Everything was blurry. She thought the room was spinning. White hot
flashes of passion sliced into her brain as she felt another climax
approaching. She could feel the vibrator and his penis pushing against
each other through the thin partition between her ass and cunt. She
cried out, a garbled insane wail. She screamed mindlessly and came.
     "Oooohhhh! Aaaaggghhh! Oh!" she yelled as her clitoris throbbed
harshly and began to drum out another orgasm. She raked her fingernails
across the sheets, her hands trekking to her spasming cunt, pressing her
fingers around the sides of her quaking clitoris. She felt Ralph's
fingers beside hers holding the vibrator. Their fingertips met and
danced juicily against each other. She screamed louder.
     Then Ralph groaned in deep passion. His words were high-pitched and
excited when he said, "I can't hold back! I'm coming, too!"
     Her wildly contracting anus sucked the first jet of sperm from his
quivering penis. She could feel the hot spurt collide with her inner
rectum, oiling her channel and smearing around his tight-fitting cock.
     "Give it to meeee!" she screamed as the subsequent shots of semen
escaped his balls and leaped up his staff and out the tip of his
erection. The milky substance filled her ass quickly, overflowed and
trailed warmly along the short distance from her rectum to her vagina.
     Ralph bit lightly at her neck, bruising her sensitive skin as his
sperm kept billowing out of him. His groans spurred her lust, and she
came harder than she ever had before. It was wicked and wild, and she
couldn't stop.
     She thrust her legs out stiffly, collapsing flat onto the mattress.
The ejaculating young Ralph fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing
his cock into the farthest possible depths of her ravished rectum.
     When her climax ended, Arlene felt drained.
     She was in a stupor, a satiated trance, and she hardly realized
that Ralph had pulled his penis out of her rectum. She vaguely heard him
dressing, and she was aware that he was saying good-bye. Hardly above a
whisper, she said, "Good night." She said nothing else to the boy who
had just fucked her silly - the boy who had slipped into her room and
found her at her perverted little game of masturbation and taken her to
peaks of sexual ecstasy higher than she thought possible.
     He was gone.
     She lay unmoving on the sperm-stained, ripped sheets, hardly
believing that it had really happened.
     And she didn't know whether to die of shame or feel happy.



                               Chapter 7

     When the alarm woke her the next morning, Arlene was dazed. Had
last night been merely a dream? Then she became aware of the dried sperm
matting her thighs. It was true. She had been fucked by young Ralph.
     She shook her head rapidly, chasing away the lingering sleep. She
wanted to shower, but she didn't have time. First she had to fix
breakfast for Bill and Judy. Her children - how could she face them now?
How could she ever face her husband Hal again? She felt overcome by
guilt. She had been unfaithful - she was no better than a whore. She
struggled out of bed and slipped into her housecoat.
     She was amazed to find that her feelings of revulsion were not
nearly as strong as she felt they should be. Nevertheless, she resolved
that she would never repeat last night's experience. Hal would never
know - and she would make it up to him somehow.
     Later, after Bill and Judy had left for school and Arlene had
finished a lengthy shower, the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could
be so early in the morning.
     She was surprised to see her neighbor, Barbara, standing in the
doorway. She hardly ever spoke to her next-door neighbor. Arlene
resented the flashy, cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious
way she carried on in the presence of men. Then she mentally chastised
herself. How could she possibly be so critical of Barbara after what had
happened last night?
     Barbara stayed only long enough to drink a cup of coffee and invite
Arlene over to a party that evening. The last thing in the world Arlene
felt like was attending a party - especially one of the typically
raucous kind the Carters gave - but she politely accepted, figuring that
she could put in a quick appearance and slip quietly home.

                             *     *     *

     She arrived at the party a little before nine. She wondered if she
had dressed too sexily. Her dark green, one-piece dress had a hemline
halfway up her thighs. The neckline dove all the way down to her navel,
exposing the white cleavage between her lovely breasts. She wore black
nylons held in place by a frilly garter belt, the snaps becoming exposed
whenever she sat or bent low. She had applied more make-up than usual
and dabbed herself with an excessive amount of perfume. She told herself
she had dressed this way because she knew all the other women at the
party would be similarly attired. She wondered if that was really the
reason. Had last night's carnal experience with Ralph incited something
dark and relentless within her? She refused to give any credence to this
idea. The terrible thing that had happened between her and Ralph was
history. She would be haunted with guilt for the rest of her life. It
was a despicable thing, and she wished she could erase it from her mind.
     Yet when she felt Sam Carter's arm slip around her waist an hour
after she'd arrived at the party, she was stunned to feel an unwanted
wetness gather in her panties. He was just being friendly and she was
getting turned on. What was wrong with her?
     She drank more Scotch than she should have. Despite feeling giddy,
she was able to turn aside Sam's increasingly forceful flirtations with
flippant comments. Still, her arousal kept mounting until she was
fighting herself more than him. She found his straightforward but light-
hearted manner appealing, that and his undeniable manly good looks. He
was no more than thirty years old, younger than Arlene. Tall, muscular,
rugged features, always casting a virile but somewhat condescending
smile.
     All around her couples were casting knowing glances, not at their
spouses, but at the man or woman they were paired off with at the
moment. Arlene wondered how the husbands and wives could let their mates
carry on so blatantly. She would never let Hal. Hal would never let her.
Once she caught herself leaning hard against Sam, thrilling to the feel
of his hip against her waist. It was a definitely sexual sensation, and
she quickly pulled away.
     Then came two shocks within five minutes of each other. The first
was the sight of her friend Madge copulating in the bathroom with
someone else's husband. Arlene had been surprised to see them in the
semi-dark room - the door hadn't been locked. She stood frozen for
several seconds, leaning against the door while watching the fully
clothed, perspiring twosome batter each other on the bathroom floor.
What kind of a party was this getting to be? Minutes after tearing her
excited eyes off the lascivious sight, she encountered her second shock
- this far more appalling to her than the first. She had gone alone into
the backyard for fresh air, and there she had spied the incredible
embrace of her own son and Barbara Carter. They were standing in the
shadow of the garage, their mouths open and locked to each other, their
tongues dueling. And Barbara was grinding her body against Billy like a
common prostitute. It can't be true! Arlene thought. This evil woman
with my own son! She almost cried out in rage and disbelief, but somehow
she managed to retreat into her neighbor's house unnoticed.
     For the next ten minutes she felt numb. She defended herself
against Sam's pawing advances again and again. She noted with dismay how
other men at the party were fondling friends' wives. It was ugly,
depraved. Arlene felt sexually aroused, and she couldn't understand why.
The horrible image of her son in Barbara's arms kept flashing through
her brain.
     "The filthy pig!" she whispered aloud.
     "What?" quizzed Sam.
     "Nothing, nothing at all!" she replied bitterly to the man who sat
beside her on the couch, tapping his fingers on her thigh in time to the
stereo. She felt like telling him where his wife was - or had been. What
kind of man would let his wife wander off and seduce a teen-age boy?
Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he enjoyed having his wife make love with
boys. She knew nothing about the way any of these guests thought or
acted. She felt so alone, so very, very out of place.
     Later she managed to feign a headache and excused herself.
Bewildered, dizzy with resentment, she walked across the front lawn to
her own home. A dark part of her was comparing the rather harmless
embrace between Bill and Barbara with her own bout with Ralph only
twenty-four hours earlier. How was she any better than Barbara? She
entered her house, unprepared for what awaited her.



                               Chapter 8

     Arlene stood in the shadows beyond the wide beam of light that came
from the open door of her son's bedroom. Never had she felt so lost and
alone.
     Fucking side by side on the bed were Bill and Barbara, and Judy and
Jack! Her own son! Her own daughter!
     None of the four was naked. Obviously they didn't intend to spend
much time on the bed. They were fucking fast and hard-fucking for
release only.
     A choking sob of self-pity flared from deep within Arlene. Only a
few months ago her life had been in perfect order - and now it had come
to this. How quickly her house of security had crumbled. First her
inability to refrain from increasingly hot hours of self-abuse, then the
startling discovery that her moralistic husband was stealing from his
company, then Ralph's seduction of her own body, the sight minutes ago
of her son embracing the neighbor slut, and now ... it was just too
awful to comprehend.
     The bedspread and blankets were tossed back over the foot of the
bed. Bill was stretched out beneath Barbara, his cock sticking up
through his open fly as she squirmed crouchingly down on him. Bill's
impressive young erection glistened as the housewife, her miniskirt
bunched up around her hips, fucked madly. Judy's worn blue jeans - the
ones she continued to salvage from the throw-away box whenever Arlene
tried to discard them - were lowered to her hips. Jack's jeans, too,
were pushed down. His trousers bunched at his knees while his
undershorts clung by their elastic waistband to his legs just below his
jutting penis. Judy's bare feet were raised, shaking lustfully in the
air as her boy friend drove his cock into her faster and faster.
     Arlene wanted to burst into her son's bedroom and put a halt to the
sexual madness. Three teen-agers and that tramp Barbara. How Arlene
hated the woman. She had caused it to happen. Arlene's children would
not have discovered such perversion on their own accord.
     The hot gasping passion stung Arlene's ears. The four on the bed
were bellowing out a storm of lust, and Arlene hated the sound more than
she had ever hated anything. She hated Barbara Carter more than she had
ever hated anyone. She watched as, beneath the grunting bulk of Jack,
her daughter Judy moved her hips in a way only experience could have
perfected. Experience? Her daughter?
     Arlene fell heavily to her knees in the hallway. For some reason
she could never understand, her hand slipped under her skirt to touch
her soaked panties while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the
activity on the bed.

                             *     *     *

     Unaware that they were being watched, Barbara, Bill, Jack and Judy
lurched and twisted in a frantic race for climax.
     Barbara circled her head excitedly, sending her black hair twirling
about as she jerked her hips and dug her knees into the mattress.
     "Oh, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Oh, look! Look how your sister's
getting fucked!"
     Bill gazed with hazed eyes at his sister, two feet away, who was
lifting her buttocks far off the mattress and mashing her pelvis into
Jack's.
     "I'm going to come!" Judy cried. "I feel so crazy - it's going to
start! Oh! Oohhh! Keep fucking!"
     The bed sang in agonized rhythm as the two couples slammed their
sex-maddened bodies into the mattress.
     Judy threw her legs out wide and teased her short-clipped
fingernails across Jack's biceps. His arms were straight pillars
supporting himself so his weight didn't crush the writhing girl beneath.
     "Oh, oh wow!" Judy cried. "Jack! It's so good!" Had she known her
mother was watching her at that very moment, she couldn't have stopped.
     Nothing could thwart her orgasm which was almost upon her. She
raised up fiercely off the bed, grinding her gooey pubic mound against
Jack's. She whimpered mindlessly. His hot erection throbbed within her
pussy, and she could feel each involuntary spasm of the rod as he drove
it into her. His face was twisted in pleasant agony, and Judy knew from
past experience that her boy friend was going to come any minute. She
wanted his hot sperm to splash into her seeping crevice. Her thighs
ached, her belly screamed for release. Her own wheezing breath mixed
with his, and with her brother's and Barbara's. It was all so
fantastically exciting.
     Now oblivious to the teen-age couple next to her on the bed,
Barbara concentrated on her own blazing lust. She gazed down at the sex-
crazed face of Bill. This was an especially exciting fuck for him, too.
His eyes opened and closed alternately. His mouth gaped hotly open.
Sweat washed across his cheeks and forehead in an endless flow. His
breath was blasting out of him in chaotic bellows, the scent heavy with
sex because he had sucked her vagina only a few minutes earlier. Barbara
noted with intense pleasure that she was driving her neighbor's son
crazy. Never had she seen him so hot - not in the fifty or so times they
had fucked together. His hips were working up at her with such youthful
determination that her clitoris was blazing under the hammering of his
pelvis. Her knees remained folded beneath her, and she clamped her
nylon-covered thighs vise-like against his sides as she ground around in
hot furious circles. The sweat flowed from her pores, staining her
minidress as she struggled for her inevitable climax.
     "Billy, Billy!" she cried in breathless elation.
     Judy heard the older woman's cry, and the quavering sound triggered
cannonballs of desire in her young straining body. She was experiencing
the tentative muscular spasms that foretold her orgasm. It was the first
time she had ever shared a bed with a woman as old as Barbara, and the
lewd thrill of being fucked alongside a married woman made her own lust
all the more savage.
     Judy dug her bare heels into Jack's buttocks, sliding her feet
around in the slick perspiration that rained from beneath his shirttail.
     She heaved her teen-age body up off the sheets one final time. She
held herself suspended, her groin crushing against her boy friend's, her
thighs bulging as she strained to keep all but her head and shoulders
thrust upward at his deep-thrust erection.
     "Jack, now!" she screeched. "Now, now, now! Oohheehhhaaaa!
Aaaahhhhh!"
     Everything seemed to be pulling apart within her, muscles straining
against muscles, tendons stretched tight, jerking tidal waves of tension
ripping through her stomach.
     "Give it to me!" she hissed, her teeth mashing together as her
climax drove her to the farthest heights of insanity.
     Jack jammed his cock into her harder, grunting and perspiring
because of the exertion. He watched Judy's eyes fog over with the
intensity of her climax. Around her lovely, flawless face her hair was
strewn in chaotic blonde sunbursts against the white sheets. His groin
tightened. His balls constricted. His stomach felt inside out, his
thighs quivered madly like the flanks of a stallion being bothered by a
fly. Then he was frozen and rigid and growling out the beautiful agony
of climax. He shot his load into her convulsing cunt, shot a series of
hot jets into her already drenched pussy.
     He battered her back down to the mattress and collapsed atop her,
his tall body blanketing her smaller form as the sperm gushed from his
taut testicles.
     "Oh, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Judy chanted as the shots of sperm
splashed against her womb.
     While a white, creamy geyser of mingled male and female juices
gushed from Judy's pussy to coat her inner thighs and stain the sheets,
her brother was blasting his sperm into Barbara's convulsing vagina.
     Barbara sat down heavily on the boy beneath her. She fell forward
across him, snapping her legs out from beneath her. She fitted her
lovely twenty-six-year-old body flat atop the perspiring teen-ager. She
kissed him fiercely as the spasms within her vagina milked every drop of
semen from his ejaculating cock. She wore no bra, and the fabric along
the top part of her one-piece minidress sent electric tingles through
her as she ground her thinly shielded tits into his sweat-soaked shirt.
     "Billy, I'm coming so hard for you!" she gasped. A particularly
shattering spasm shook her entire body and made her black out for a
second.
     Bill said nothing, nothing intelligible. He garbled hotly, groaned,
gasped. The sperm kept ripping from the sensitive tip of his rock-hard
penis. His eyes were fastened to the couple next to him. His sister was
grinding and straining just as hard as she had the night he had fucked
her.
     Their fourfold simultaneous orgasm took more than a minute to die.
Barbara finally heaved a long sigh of fulfillment and collapsed. Judy's
whimpering ceased. Jack and Bill struggled to get their breathing back
to normal. Muscles relaxed, movement stopped, the creaking bed fell
silent. There was nothing left now except the smell of animal sex in the
air, the sticky thighs and sheets, and the unspoken desire to engage in
one more quick repetition of what had just occurred.

                             *     *     *

     Arlene's eyes were fixed on Judy while her daughter climaxed. It
was too horrible, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Her own hands
busied themselves beneath her minidress, clawing harshly - sometimes
teasing gently - at the slick gooey flesh around her clitoris. Her
fingers pried around the edges of her frilly panties, tormenting her
cunt lips as she knelt watching the depraved scene on her son's bed.
     She knew she should be physically ill; she knew she should be
horrified beyond reason by the vulgar, debasing sight. And, indeed, a
part of her was horrified, a part of her did feel sick. But there was
another part of her character, and that second part had complete control
over her at the moment.
     When she saw the hot grinding climaxes of the four on the bed, she
suddenly found that she was stretched out on the hall carpet going
completely rigid, quaking. There were five of them coming.

                             *     *     *

     Ten minutes later Arlene witnessed something far more hideous than
the mere copulation between her son and Barbara, her daughter and Jack.
She crouched in the shadows, spying. She wanted to vomit, but she
watched. And once again her disgusting fingers wandered up under her
skirt and began to play. Jack was getting ready to insert his penis into
Barbara's spermy cunt. And ... and ... God, no! Bill was about to
penetrate his sister's vagina with his fully erect penis. Brother and
sister! Her son, her daughter! A groan, deep and quivering, escaped from
within Arlene. She watched. She didn't want to, but she watched, and her
hands were making her pussy hot all over again.

                             *     *     *

     "Do it to her!" Barbara said in a lewd and excited voice. She was
watching Bill position himself above Judy. The girl was lying on her
stomach, her buttocks tight in anticipation, her thighs wide open.
Bill's pink-purple erection was held in his hand, aimed at Judy's tiny
anus. Then he lowered the angle, guiding the fanned-out crown of his
cock against the foamy lips of her stretched cunt. "Yes, fuck her!"
Barbara continued to rant, feeling Jack's massive cock sliding up and
down against her inner thighs. "Fuck your sister, Billy! I want to see
it!"
     Barbara had been lying on her stomach in a position similar to
Judy's. Now she jacked herself up onto her hands and knees and reached
behind her thighs to guide Jack's cock. His staff slipped quickly into
her hot wet passage, slicing all the way up until his pelvis ground
against her buttocks. They were both filmy with perspiration, and their
bodies made a wet sound as their flesh rubbed. Her head turned to the
side, her eyes fixed hotly on the adjoining couple, Barbara began to saw
back and forth on her knees. She gasped madly as she felt Jack's strong
hands gripping her shoulders for support. He began to lean over her,
breathing down on her neck and matching her thrusts as he fucked her
from behind. Bill's penis was squishing around in the sucking lips of
Judy's pussy, and the sight was driving Barbara to a pitch of desire
never before experienced. "Oh, fuck me, Jack!" she whimpered at the boy
who was mashing his pelvis against her own ass while his penis worked in
and out of her clutching vagina.
     Right beside the frantically rocking housewife, Judy was howling
inhumanly, hissing pleas of gibberish as her brother continued to tease
and torment her. His erection was only touching the outermost part of
her cunt - and she wanted all of the long shaft stuffed within her. She
made rippling motions with her buttocks, fighting to get the whole of
his staff inside her. But her position - flat on her stomach beneath him
- didn't allow for much maneuvering.
     "Please!" she shouted.
     And then she felt Bill pull his cock entirely out of her. She
moaned in mixed anger and disappointment. Then she felt him tugging at
her hips, and she knew what he wanted. His cock was being repositioned,
the tip of it now pressing against the resisting ring of her anus.
     "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, I want it!"
     Ever since her first experience with anal intercourse, at the party
at the cabin, Judy had been eager to partake again of this newly found
thrill. Jack and she had done it a lot recently, and she had learned to
come as quickly as the regular way. Now it wasn't Jack who was about to
ram his penis up her ass. It was Bill. Her own brother.
     "Oh, oohhh!" she groaned.
     She reached behind her, stretching her arms down behind her back
and separating the cheeks of her ass with her fingers. Her anus was now
completely available to her brother.
     "Wet it!" she hissed. "Reach down into my pussy and spread it
around my ass! Make it good and wet and then fuck me, fuck me, Billy!"
     Judy's hot cries were turning Barbara into a seething animal. The
housewife kept her eyes attached to the brother and sister, grinding her
own buttocks back madly at the youth who was fucking harshly into her
vagina. She bucked back and forth with such force that the action sent
waves across the mattress, bouncing Judy's head about.
     When Bill worked the head of his cock into his sister's pliant
rectum, the girl wailed a long, agonized, "Aaaggghhh!" Nearby, Barbara
began to fuck back against Jack more furiously. Jack grunted, trying to
hold back his orgasm, but the woman was jerking so crazily he was losing
control.
     Bill slipped his penis deeper into his sobbing sister. The pain was
engulfing her, but now it was easing. She was whimpering hotly as he
gently slid his stiff cock up her ass. He moaned deeply, bellowing,
groaning. He began to fuck in smooth strokes, becoming more savage as
Judy became accustomed to his presence. She began to buck up at him,
impaling herself eagerly on his deep-thrust cock.
     "Oh, Sis!" he whined.
     "Fuck it!" was all she could say. Her breath wheezed from within
her, giant forceful gasps and exploding gusts.
     "Fuck your sister good and hard! Make the little bitch come!"
Barbara ranted, dazed with her own blazing need as Jack pumped into her
grinding hips, putting her near the edge of orgasm.
     A thick aroma of sperm and perspiration saturated the room. The
fucking continued wildly, the bed being battered beneath the crashing
forms of the foursome.

                             *     *     *

     In the hallway, Arlene was coming. Never before had her own fingers
brought her to such a devastating climax. Her legs were thrust out in
front of her, her buttocks bouncing all over the carpet as the juices
flooded out of her convulsing vagina to smear her fingers and further
drench her sheer panties.
     She supported herself by leaning against the wall. To have
stretched out flat on the floor while this orgasm swept her would have
denied her the opportunity to watch the fucking in the bedroom.
     Her big, wide-open eyes feasted on the depraved sight of her son
and daughter engaged in anal copulation. Both had their jeans pushed
down around their knees, their exposed groin areas slick with sperm and
perspiration, their young bodies mashing hotly together.
     Arlene kept her fingers dancing across the sensitive lips of her
pulsating pussy.
     From the bed, the wicked Barbara cried, "Make her come, make your
sister come, Billy! Make her come all over the bed! She's such a hot
little bitch!"
     The evil woman's ranting caused the climaxing Arlene to shift her
gaze momentarily away from her son and daughter. She looked at the
perspiring housewife on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth
acrobatically, her miniskirt soiled and bunched up over her ass, her
dark nylons rubbing against Jack's trousers.
     Slut! Arlene thought. Dirty, slimy whore! In her confused state of
arousal, her orgasm tearing through her mightily, she didn't know
whether her contempt was aimed at Barbara or herself. Her own appearance
was equally lewd as the woman's on the bed - legs spread, fingers up her
cunt, minidress rumpled and disarranged.
     Again the obscene sound of Barbara's impassioned voice stung her.
"Oh, look at those two fuck!" the woman on the bed exclaimed. "Oh, look
at Billy feed her his cock! She's going to come! She's going to come
like crazy and ... and ... so am Iiieeee!"
     Judy reached over to touch the older woman's dangling breasts.
While Barbara began to tremor in climax, Judy rubbed her palm briskly
across the housewife's nipples, causing the woman to groan even more
heatedly. Judy's other hand left her own ass and went beneath her,
sliding up toward her cunt. She crossed the bottom hem of her blouse and
found the golden-lined mound of her vulva. She fingered her clitoris
frantically as her brother continued to fuck her squirming young ass.
     Arlene kept coming. Her fingers dug into her panties, squeezing
inside the fabric, through the fabric, around the fabric, driving her
own body wild with sexual fulfillment.
     She leaned heavily against the wall while sitting on the carpet.
Her legs stretched painfully in front of her, toes curled within her
shoes. She began to drum her heels against the floor as the final spasms
shook her. Horrified by her own words, she found herself whispering,
"Yes, Judy! Come! Come like a bitch! Make your brother come! Yeah, make
him squirt it ... up your ass!"
     Her sideline comments ended abruptly as her orgasm died. She felt
numb for several seconds, then horrified as she watched her darling
daughter stiffen and scream out in orgasm. Her son's white hot sperm
gushed out of Judy's asshole in a sparkling river, rolling down her
thighs onto her panties and blue jeans.
     Arlene picked herself off the floor, tearing her eyes away from the
perverted spectacle. She heard the harsh sexual sounds, tried to ignore
them, tried but failed. Now that she had satisfied herself, the hot
sounds of lust seemed hideous and unwelcome.
     Even after she entered the sanctity of her own bedroom and closed
the door, the creaking of Bill's bed and the mingled male and female
groans continued to haunt her.



                               Chapter 9

     She had taken pills to make her sleep, and now it was morning.
     Bill and Judy had fixed their own breakfast and left for school
without waking her. The emptiness of the house seemed only to compound
the tangled state of her emotions. Last night she had seen her teen-age
son and daughter fucking each other. Yet it didn't seem to shock her as
much as she felt it should. Perhaps so many things had happened lately
that she was becoming stupefied. But she wouldn't, she couldn't let last
night's incident slip from her mind as if nothing had happened. She had
to do something. She had to at least say something.
     She drank a cup of instant coffee, then dressed herself
conservatively in slacks and a boyish blouse.
     It was clear to her now what she must do. She would go next door
and give that fucking whore Barbara a piece of her mind.
     Arlene applied only a bare amount of make-up. She looked
disapprovingly in the mirror, studying the disarranged, slept-on hair
that surrounded her pretty face. She pulled the blonde strands straight
behind her neck and slipped a rubber band around the knot. She looked
pretty, she knew, but not as pretty as she was capable of looking. It
didn't matter. She was going next door to tell Barbara exactly what kind
of a sluttish pig she was. Why should she make herself beautiful to do
that?

                             *     *     *

     Arlene stammered when Sam Carter, not Barbara, opened the door.
Wasn't he supposed to be at work? Wordlessly, he left the door open for
her, and she followed him through the entrance hall and into the living
room.
     He looked like he had a hell of a hangover. He was wearing a
wrinkled robe, tied loosely around his waist. His hair was in shambles.
His eyes were red and not fully open.
     "I came to see Barbara," Arlene announced coolly, remembering how
vulgarly Sam had pawed and fondled her at last night's party.
     "Out shopping," he said.
     His terse response left her with nothing to say, and she felt
suddenly deflated. She feared she would have second thoughts about
telling off Barbara, and she never would get the courage again to
denounce the evil neighbor to her face.
     "I'll ... I'll come back later," Arlene said.
     Then she felt Sam nudge her. He stood beside her, wrapping his long
arm around her shoulders.
     "Stay. I'll fix you a drink."
     Just the touch of his arm started curious tingles of desire racing
to her brain. She stepped away from him, saying, "No, I better leave."
     "For God sakes, Arlene, stay and have a drink. No reason for you to
be rude." Despite his unkempt appearance, Sam's tone was authoritative
and charming.
     "Just one," she responded, the strange passion still raging in her
belly. "I really shouldn't, but ..."
     He went to the bar to prepare her drink. Damn! What's wrong with
me, anyway? she mentally scolded. I'm hot! I'm sexually aroused! But
why? Get a hold on yourself, Arlene French! Don't you dare let him
seduce you! He's going to try, so don't let him! That one dirty little
episode with Ralph the other night ought to be enough to last you a
lifetime! Now don't get horny, Mrs. Harold French! Don't you dare get
horny!
     What astounded Arlene most about her mental state was the weakness
of her convictions. A week ago the mere thought of getting seduced by
Sam Carter would have sent her reeling in genuine horror. Now the
seduction seemed naughty, something to be avoided. Naughty. But not
sickening. Was it true what they said - that after the first time every
infidelity got easier and easier? She hoped not. She still had her sense
of morality. What Barbara and Bill had done last night was wrong. And
what Bill and Judy - brother and sister - had done was horribly wrong.
But why, while she observed it happening, had Arlene felt only lust? And
why now was she less outraged than she wanted to be?
     She knew a basic change was occurring in her character, and she
felt she must fight the change with all her might. But did she have the
resolve to fight it? Was the new Arlene which now struggled for power
any different than the old Arlene? Had she always been potentially
promiscuous? Had her supposed prudishness been a disguise by which even
she had been fooled? She had to stop thinking these thoughts.
     Sam brought her a drink and guided her to the sofa. He sat beside
her.
     She realized she had an excuse for leaving soon. It was eleven, and
at one she had to go to the jail to visit Hal. It would take her at
least an hour to get ready.
     Five minutes after she'd positioned herself modestly on the sofa,
she was wrapped in Sam's arms, kissing him hungrily. She couldn't
remember exactly how it had happened, and she didn't care. She knew only
that she was good and horny, and she wasn't fighting.
     He placed his palm on her slacks just above her knee. The contact
electrified her. Her breath was already irregular, her tits ached to be
touched, her pussy was wet and impatient.
     "You're a pretty damn hot bitch today, Arlene. Hotter than you were
at the party." He mumbled the words around her tongue.
     His kiss was more intoxicating to her than the drink she had only
half finished. She ran her hand across his rugged, handsome face,
unshaven since yesterday. His muscles felt good against her. He was so
damn good-looking it was driving her crazy. If he only knew just how
awfully hot she was, he wouldn't be wasting all this time on
preliminaries.
     A last pang of guilt stabbed her mind. She wrestled it aside by
thinking that she was getting revenge. Barbara had seduced her son and
... No, no. What a bunch of crap. It had nothing to do with revenge; it
had everything to do with her natural physical need for sex. When
finally she admitted this last fact to herself, she was stunned - and
she broke the kiss.
     She felt suddenly that she had been imprisoned all her life, and
now she could be liberated. All she had to do was break the last
barrier. She formed the words mentally, the words she wanted to say. But
she wouldn't dare. Women aren't that blunt. But she had to say them. She
felt so close to freedom, all she had to do was speak out and decree her
emancipation.
     Sam had no idea that a mental war was raging in Arlene's mind. He
planted his lips back on hers, thrusting his tongue far into her open,
eager mouth. After ten seconds, she again pulled away.
     The words seemed to flow from her now, and they came far easier
than she'd expected. "Sam, this is silly. I only have a few minutes, so
let's not waste them sitting here on the couch. Take me into the bedroom
and let's fuck each other! That's what we both want, isn't it?" Her tone
was free of guilt.
     She felt suddenly relieved. It was as if she were floating. Finally
... finally she had spoken aloud and admitted to herself who she really
was. A sexual being. And it felt just beautiful.
     The happily stunned Sam took her hand and led her promptly to the
bedroom. She giggled joyously.
     She wondered how it was that she was thirty-three years old and
just now discovering herself.



                               Chapter 10

     It wasn't until she was stripped nude and centered on the bed that
Arlene thought to ask, "Will Barbara be home soon?"
     Sam discarded his T-shirt, the last item of clothing separating him
from nudity. Then, his erection pointing out stiffly from his black-
haired groin, he stepped toward the bed, knelt on the edge of the
mattress, then crawled between her open thighs.
     "I don't know," he said in answer to her question.
     "You certainly don't sound too concerned about it," she said.
     He placed one hand beneath each of her thighs, raising her legs
slightly. Then he pushed down on his cock, aligning it with her wet-and-
ready pussy.
     "If we get caught, we get caught," he said in his most charming
manner. "What's to worry about?"
     Just then the tip of his penis touched the puffed-out lips of her
vagina, and she sighed in hot excitement. She no longer worried about
whether or not Barbara might come home. She cared only about getting
fucked. And, for once in her life, she wasn't trying to con herself into
believing something different.
     To assist him, she reached for her cunt with both hands and spread
her dampened vulva. His cock slid about an inch inside.
     "God, do it, fuck me!" she whispered.
     "You're very beautiful," he praised, keeping his penis in a fixed
position, not driving it in any deeper.
     His inaction was tormenting her. She didn't want to be slowly
aroused, she simply wanted to get the hell fucked out of her. She
started making whorish rotations with her pelvis, arching up and
skewering herself on his penis.
     If he wouldn't take the initiative, she would.
     "Oh, Jesus, Sam!" she groaned, feeling his cock enter the deepest
parts of her pussy.
     He knew what she wanted now, and he began to fuck her wildly. He
collapsed upon her, letting his full weight mash her against the
mattress. Her aroused nipples rubbed against his perspiring chest as he
took up her rhythm. Back and forth they rocked. She drew her knees up,
then lifted her feet completely off the bed. She waved her feet in the
air while their bodies grew accustomed to each other's hot strokes. Then
she bowed her legs outward and dug her heels into his muscular buttocks.
Her hands still rested on each side of her vagina, mashed between her
grinding pelvis and his, her palms pressed against her hot inner thighs,
her knuckles digging into his groin. She could feel his tight balls
rubbing against her fingers, and the slickly coated staff of his
erection brushed her fingernails each time he withdrew.
     His lips covered hers, and she opened her mouth wide to receive his
tongue. They groaned loudly, their lips sucking.
     It was too good. She was going insane.
     "God, I think ... I think ... Oh, God, yes, I'm going to come!" she
screamed. "I'm coming!"
     "So you are," said a calm feminine voice.
     Arlene pitched wildly beneath Sam's heaving body. She pounded his
buttocks with her heels. She slipped her hands to the top of her vagina
and touched her triggering clitoris. She was dimly aware of the
intruder, and she knew it was Barbara standing beside the bed, but she
didn't stop fucking.
     Obviously embarrassed, but too aroused to stop, Sam kept pumping
into the gasping, quivering, climaxing woman beneath him. "Jesus
Christ!" he grunted. "Don't stand there watching!" he told his bemused
wife.
     Barbara had always suspected her husband played around, and it had
never bothered her. She hardly had a legitimate gripe since she had been
screwing around for years. But this was the first time she'd ever caught
him in the act, and despite Sam's insistence that she not watch, she
stood there frozen, excitement building up between her legs.
     Arlene couldn't contain her lust. She knew her legs were jerking
about obscenely and that Barbara was watching, but her climax continued.
     Neither could she prevent the words that seemed to seep from her
lips of their own volition. "Fuck it, Sam! I'm still coming!
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"
     Sam suddenly pumped his load of sperm into the quaking woman. It
escaped from the tip of his cock in jetting spurts, washing her womb.
     While this twisting activity continued, Barbara could not resist
bending over and cupping her husband's balls in her hand. She let her
thumb touch his anus and felt his convulsions registered there.
     Sam and Arlene finally finished their orgasms. Their muscles
relaxed, and they lay limply entwined in each other's arms, panting and
perspiring in the exhausted aftermath of a perfect fuck. Only when their
senses began returning did they realize that Barbara was now naked and
on the bed beside them.

                             *     *     *

     When, a few minutes later, Barbara started touching Arlene's
breasts, Arlene made no move to defend herself. Strangely, this new
sensation seemed to her like a natural extension of her sexuality.
Although she felt somewhat apprehensive, she was not disgusted.
Yesterday she might have been repulsed. But not today. Everything seemed
so different now; she had resolved something within herself, and she was
happy.
     "Just relax," Barbara said. Her mouth fastened itself to Arlene's
nearest breast, her tongue making swift circles around the aureole and
washing the tight nipple.
     Arlene began to squirm. She was flat on her back, Barbara lying
beside her but a little lower on the bed. A foot away Sam watched
intently as his wife sucked his neighbor's tit.
     "Feel good?" Barbara asked.
     "Y-yes!"
     Still licking Arlene's excited nipple, Barbara mumbled, "Did you
enjoy fucking my husband?"
     "Oh, Barbara, I'm sorry! I couldn't help ..."
     "Don't apologize. I understand, and I'm not mad."
     "Mmmm, oh, Barbara! How can you be so understanding?" Arlene
whimpered. She had never had her breast sucked so expertly.
     "I've known Sam's been playing around all along," Barbara mumbled.
     "You knew all along!" Sam said incredulously.
     "That's right, darling. But there's something you should know."
Barbara released Arlene's nipple from between her teeth. She faced her
husband, keeping her eyes on him while she repositioned herself. She
straddled Arlene's face backward, leaned forward, mashing her tits into
the woman's belly and planted her lips squarely on the pink vaginal
mound.
     Arlene groaned protestingly, but Barbara ignored the woman. She
flicked her tongue out and lapped hungrily at Arlene's sensitive cunt.
     Arlene squirmed madly. "Oh, don't," she protested weakly. Barbara's
tongue was getting her so excited she could hardly stand it. And
hovering only two inches above Arlene's mouth was her neighbor's vagina.
Suddenly she tickled Barbara's pouting cunt folds with her tongue. She
just grazed it timidly, but then the lewd contact of the soft feminine
genital flesh against her own tongue made Arlene tingle with fierce
excitement. She began to lick savagely, the taste new and arousing.
     "You said there was something I should know," Sam reminded his
slurping, churning wife. The two women were moaning and twitching around
like a couple of true Lesbians. His wife's vaginal juices were mixing
with Arlene's saliva and running down the latter's cheeks.
     "There is something you should know," she mumbled. Then, to Arlene,
she said, "Jesus, you taste good, baby! Of course, it's mostly Sam's
come, but it really turns me on!" She gripped the genital flesh tightly
between her lips, pulling it up, sucking mightily while teasing the
clitoris with her tongue every now and then. Again addressing her
husband, Barbara said, "While you've been fucking all those skirts,
darling, I've been fooling around with more men than you could begin to
count!"
     While this revelation didn't actually shock Sam, it did send a
surge of anger through him. How could she confess so blatantly? She was
throwing it right in his face. But suddenly it didn't seem to matter.
Suddenly it was funny, and he began to chuckle. Then the chuckle grew to
a laugh, and soon he was bellowing outrageously, muttering, "Jesus,
Jesus, both of us fucking around all along, Jesus!"
     At another time Barbara and Arlene might have shared in his
laughter. But right now they were too aroused. Barbara's tongue was
slopping all over Arlene's clitoris, and Arlene was trying to mimic
every move of the more experienced woman.
     Their bodies teetered from side to side, spastic twitters playing
across their thigh muscles.
     In lewd delight, Barbara continued to speak. "Not just men, Sam.
I've been fucking boys, too! Teen-age boys like Arlene's son!"
     Arlene stopped licking. Her body continued to rock from side to
side despite her efforts to calm herself. "Don't talk!" she begged.
"Don't say anything now - don't spoil it for me! I'm too hot! Please,
please ... suck me!"
     Barbara's voice was coy but not peevish. "Why should my fucking
Billy upset you? You fucked Ralph!"
     Arlene wondered how Barbara knew about her and Ralph.
     Arlene struggled to make herself be still. But the woman's tongue
was working hard as ever at her sopped vagina, and Arlene's muscles
seemed to throw her body about without her permission.
     "H-how do you know about Ralph?" she managed to gasp out.
     "Bill told me. Your darling son and daughter asked Ralph to seduce
you. They thought... for God sakes, use your tongue, Arlene! Don't give
up on me now! There, yes! They thought you needed a good fuck! Oh, oh!"
     Arlene's legs lifted stiffly in the air, and she knew she was about
to climax. Nothing could prevent this orgasm, nothing. She curled her
toes, aimed her feet outward. She groaned hotly again and again as her
neighbor's cunt was jammed tightly against her working mouth.
     "You really owe your children a lot!" Barbara gasped.
     "Yes!" Arlene screamed. She knew she was a new and beautiful person
- and she owed it all to her children.
     She came, crying, "Now, now, nownownow!" She heaved her buttocks
off the bed, carrying Barbara's face with her.
     Barbara moaned louder and louder, then screamed and came. The bed
creaked hysterically under the bouncing weight of the sucking women.
     Sam didn't understand all of what had just transpired. He only knew
that he had an erection and that some new meaning had crept into the
relationship between him and his wife. He positioned himself behind his
climaxing spouse and rammed his cock suddenly up her ass. She was so
crazy with coming that she didn't feel the pain.

                             *     *     *

     A half-hour later, Arlene staggered from the bed, leaving the
couple peacefully asleep. She didn't want to leave, but she had to visit
her husband. Hal was in jail, and he needed her. And although Arlene was
not the same person she had been, she needed him, too.



                               Chapter 11

     The long month was nearly over. Tomorrow Hal would be released from
prison. Arlene wondered if he would notice the change in her. She
awaited the next day with growing excitement. She loved her husband, and
she could make him understand that life didn't need to be a phony
masquerade of social propriety. If their love was strong, they didn't
need to be continually jealous and possessive. She'd had long
conversations with her daughter these last few days, conversations which
had made her feel closer to her children than she ever dreamed possible.
She no longer felt ashamed of her sexuality - that was probably the
biggest change. She was a sexual creature. Not a slut or a tramp, but a
woman with normal sexual drives who needed to express them. She was
alike in this respect with her daughter and with Barbara next door and
with her friends Madge and Karen. She was more tolerant, more loving -
and she liked herself better. Arlene felt she had more to offer Hal now
than she had before his arrest. She had so much to give.
     She would help him. He'd get another job, and maybe she'd work,
too. They'd move somewhere - to the country, maybe. Judy and Bill would
be off to college in two years and ... the prospects seemed wonderful to
her.

                             *     *     *

     It was late afternoon. Arlene was on the bed naked and four teen-
age boys were nearby, two standing on each side of the mattress. They,
too, were nude.
     Ralph was one of the boys. The other three were members of the same
baseball team. Earlier that afternoon, Bill had invited a dozen members
of the team to the house for hamburgers and Cokes. Judy and Arlene had
done the serving. Ralph had asked if he could see her afterward, and
she'd told him yes. Yes! She'd been dying to get into bed with him again
ever since that first time. The boy had asked if he could bring some
friends along. Arlene had balked at that idea. But then, after Ralph had
sworn that the others would all be discreet, she'd relented. The idea of
having several boys in the same bed with her was fantastically arousing,
and since this was the last day before Hal's release from jail, she
thought she should allow herself this one wild fling. Bill and Judy had
left to visit a friend.
     "What do you want to do first, Mrs. French?" Ralph asked, his
erection held in his hand. His was clearly the biggest of the four
cocks.
     She fitted her hands behind her head and bowed her legs outward in
a gesture of submission. She began to roll rhythmically from side to
side, her eyes dancing around the bed to watch them fondling their
penises. She noted with mild disappointment that one of the cocks was
only partially erect. It belonged to a small boy named Alan who seemed
very shy and ill-at-ease. It was because of this that Arlene had taken a
special liking to him.
     "Come here, Alan," she whispered.
     The young boy froze while the other three and Arlene looked at him.
He was at least a year younger than the other boys - fifteen, she
guessed. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that turned Arlene on.
     "Get on the bed, Al!" a stocky youth named Tex urged. "She wants
you first. You're real lucky!"
     Alan made a jerking movement as if trying to lean onto the bed.
Then he changed his mind and stood rigidly, his hand hooked around his
limp cock. His face became flushed.
     "I can't," he sobbed, trying to fight back real tears.
     Arlene felt filled with compassion. "All right, later then," she
said. "Just watch. Ralph, get on the bed with me, I'm so hot!"
     About thirty seconds later, Ralph's man-size cock was stuffed into
Arlene's hotly aroused vagina. She was bucking wildly, almost throwing
him off her. Every few seconds, her eyes fixed on Alan standing beside
the bed. She wanted to see if her hot movements were exciting him.
Sadly, his cock still was only half erect.
     Arlene threw her arms around Ralph's shoulders. She locked her
heels into the backs of his thighs. She fucked. She fucked more
strenuously than ever before, and the perspiration poured off her like
rain.
     "Jesus, Mrs. French!" Ralph grunted. "You're going too wild. I
can't ... keep up ... with you!"
     Despite his cry, she kept her constant, chaotic pace. He gripped
her waist cruelly in an effort to hold on. He flexed his buttocks in an
attempt to prevent an ejaculation.
     Tex and a tall youth named Bob were masturbating unabashedly. Their
excited comments of, "Look at her fuck!" and, "Shit, she's going out of
her head! Shit, she's a fucking tornado!" were almost unheard by the
gasping, wheezing woman.
     She noticed that Alan's hand was no longer on his penis. His arms
hung limply at his side; his cock hung limply, also. Poor baby! Arlene
thought. She'd tend to him later. Right now, her lust was blazing. Her
clitoris was being excited by her pelvis mashing against Ralph. Her cunt
lips were sucking hard at the bulky staff of Ralph's erection. She
wanted to come ... she would come any second.
     She no longer felt concern for Alan. She felt only the fiery need
within herself. The sweat flowed from Ralph onto her. He struggled to
match her pace but failed. She was just too fucking wild.
     "Fuck!" she cried, this single word uttered over and over with
greater and greater intensity as her passion began to peak.
     The slippery sounds from the two masturbating boys thrilled her.
Suddenly Tex knelt onto the mattress, and said, "Touch it! Jack me off,
I'm going to come!"
     Arlene knew the lad was on the verge of ejaculation, and she
removed a hand from Ralph's shoulder and fumbled for the prick beside
her. She rubbed back and forth briskly, taking up the same rhythm Tex
had used on himself. The foreskin slid in her palm, the gooey lubricant
wetting her hand.
     Then Bob was on her other side, and she gripped his cock with her
remaining hand.
     "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Arlene continued to rant as she jacked off the
two boys while rotating her hips frantically up at Ralph in an effort to
initiate her own climax.
     Tex and Bob were grunting madly while she played with their
slippery cocks. "Man, Mrs. French, where'd you learn to give that kind
of a hand-job?" Tex praised. Bob merely hissed his agreement.
     She was ready to scream out her climax when Ralph emitted a long,
shattering groan and pumped his load into her.
     "Not yet!" she moaned hysterically. "A little more, just a little
more, please!" But it was hopeless.
     "Somebody fuck me!" she screamed, feeling Ralph extract his
shrinking cock with a sloshing smack. The sperm spilled slowly out of
her cunt, smearing her thighs and dripping to the already soggy sheets.
     Tex pulled his swollen cock from Arlene's hand and positioned
himself between her open thighs. Ralph rolled to one side of the bed,
panting exhaustedly.
     "I can't last very long," Tex said almost apologetically as he
jammed his organ up the soggy channel between Arlene's legs.
     "Aahhh! I don't care! That's it, fuck, it will just take a minute!
I'm almost there! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
     His cock was smaller than Ralph's but adequate. She ground at him,
bucking, lurching, almost dislodging him. She continued to stroke Bob's
penis.
     Suddenly Bob cried out, his muscles tensing. "I'm going to shoot
it! Shit, you better let go of me, Mrs. French! Let go, it's going to
splash all over you! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"
     She gripped the boy's cock hard with her hand. The first jet of hot
sperm caught her on the chin, the second grazed her lips leaving a salty
taste on her tongue, a third and fourth smacked against her arm and
belly, a fifth glued itself to her disorderly blonde hair.
     She loved it! She was taking a bath in sperm and it made her feel
lovely. Just then Tex's cock began to expand and then throb. His semen
shot deep into her already spermy cunt, blasting against her cervix and
making her scream. Her legs were thrust up in the air waving as she too
began to climax.
     "Oh, now!" she cried. "Fuck hard now! I feel you coming - both of
you! Smear it all over me, Bob, with your hands! Oh, yes! Smear it on my
face! Yeah! God, Tex, it feels so good in my cunt! Now, now! There! I'm
coming so hard! I'm commmiiinnnggg! Aaahhhhh! Aaahhhh!"
     She squeezed viciously on the still-spurting cock of Bob, feeling a
shot of sperm splash against her eyelid, momentarily blinding her.
     She writhed and sighed and bucked until finally Bob fell backward
to lie next to Ralph. Tex's cock grew limp within her, and finally he
withdrew it.
     When she regained her composure, grabbing some Kleenex from the
nightstand and dabbing away the sperm on her face, chest and between her
thighs while lying on her back, she gazed once more at Alan who was
still standing timidly beside the bed. His penis was not quite erect.
     With a sigh of empathy, Arlene said, "Everyone leave except Alan.
He and I want to be alone for a little while."
     During the next hour, Arlene managed to crack Alan's shell of
shyness. She learned the thrill of being a seductress. And she fucked
the boy until he screamed for mercy.



                               Chapter 12

     Judy and Bill had gone to a friend's house so that their parents
could be alone. On this first night together, Arlene was especially
loving.
     They had dined alone by candlelight. Afterward, they sat holding
hands in the living room and she had assured him that she still
respected him just as much as always.
     Now they were in bed together. The same bed where Arlene had
discovered so much about herself. The same bed where she hoped to teach
Hal what she'd learned. Hal was nude, his cock sticking up in the air as
he lay on his back watching Arlene strip.
     She peeled off her nylons while sitting on the edge of the
mattress. Then she unsnapped her bra and twisted slightly so Hal could
get a good look at her lovely breasts. Playfully, she tweaked the
nipples into firm arousal. Then she slid her pale pink panties down her
legs and kicked them aside. Now completely naked, she threw herself out
flat on the bed alongside her husband.
     He grabbed for her, trying to pull her immediately atop him.
     "No," she sighed. "I want to do something else to you first."
     Without further explanation, she crawled between his legs, making
him spread his thighs out. She lowered her head and kissed his navel.
She kissed lower, touching the top part of his hairy groin with the tip
of her tongue.
     "God, Arlene, what are you ..."
     "Shhh!" she told him. "Just be quiet."
     She pulled several strands of his hair between her teeth to show
him she meant business. Then she cupped his balls in one hand and began
to nibble at the base of his cock. Slowly she worked up the erection,
dragging her tongue along the underside.
     "Oh!" he exclaimed.
     She retraced her path, down the cock, up again, down.
     Suddenly she went up all the way to the crown and engulfed the tip
with her soft lips. Her tongue circled briskly, tasting the seeping
fluid that had escaped the tiny slit.
     She sucked harder, more expertly, and Hal began to squirm beneath
her. His grunts pleased her.
     "It's so good!" he gasped.
     "And it's going to get better," she promised.



                                The End

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