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The Family Bed (family, inc)
Anonymous Author - 1991


                            Chapter 1

     It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted
for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas
vacation.  Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that
the day had been so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the
lights in her classroom before the usual last minute gossip
wandered in, keeping her from leaving on time.  It happened often
during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde
teacher didn't mind in the least, as she wasn't happy about going
home to an empty house.  But this day she had good reason to get
home early, as she was expecting a phone call from her daughter.
     Before the last of the lights were turned off, the young
teacher checked to be sure the list of instructions for the
janitor were firmly attached to the bulletin board.  Everything
was in order, so she picked up her purse and coat, then walked to
the door.  After looking back at the small room, she closed the
door and locked it from the outside.  She glanced up and down the
familiar, but now unusually quiet, corridor, then walked briskly
out to her car, remembering that tomorrow she would be meeting her
daughter and son for a much needed holiday.
     "Good grief!" she exclaimed out loud to scold herself for
having forgotten why she was in a hurry.  Sheri was due to call in
half an hour, and Donna knew her daughter would worry if she
wasn't there to receive the call.  Sheri had become so mature in
the past few months that it was almost frightening.  In fact, when
both the children had arrived home for a weekend last month, she
had been amazed at how grown up they had become since their last
visit.  They seemed more worldly wise; a look about them that she
wasn't sure how to interpret, and in some ways, she had been even
more conscious of the changes in her son.
     Kevin was no longer her little boy, but instead he was a
young man maturing rapidly.  Yet there was still that special
gleam in his eyes that made her feel proud, and as always she had
a hard time keeping her emotions in check.  He was her boy, and
she would always want to hold and squeeze him, maybe even more
than a mother should.  In fact, she had even trembled when he had
walked into the house, greeting her with an innocent childish kiss
on the cheek.
     Her immediate concern was for her daughter, however, as she
had never really taken the time to discuss the things a mother
should pass on to a daughter.  After Sheri had announced that a
boyfriend was coming to visit them during Christmas vacation,
several times in the few days that followed that statement, Donna
had wanted to call her daughter and talk about it.  Yet she
hadn't, and somehow she felt that Sheri was more aware of sexual
matters than she.
     It took fifteen minutes to drive from the school to her
Pasadena home at a safe speed, and although she was in a hurry
that evening, Donna drove at her usual pace.  She knew that she
would be there in plenty of time, yet she still felt apprehensive.
As always, there was that little nag, that tiny feeling of guilt.
It was her biggest regret in life that she didn't have more time
to be a mother to her children, instead of their sole support.
     Donna Howell, long ago, had decided that her children should
have the best education possible within her means, and to her way
of thinking this meant private schools.  Her decision, influenced
by the necessity to teach in order to support herself and her
children, was also predicated on a belief that they would benefit
from the close ties and relationships of a private school that
would hopefully fill the gap left by her absence.  This thinking,
however, was far from what either Kevin or Sheri really needed,
and while it was true that they both had developed intellectually,
physically and socially in the private school environment, there
was a glaring lack of parent-child love.
     Donna Howell, in making her choice, had not only neglected
her own personal life, but had inadvertently alienated her son and
daughter from a family life of love and understanding they sorely
needed.  Now that Sheri was in college, it only compounded Donna's
financial responsibilities, and on the rare occasions when they
were together, she found that the gulf between them had
perceptibly widened.
     It had been Sheri who had first suggested the Christmas trip
to Yosemite, and when Donna had eagerly agreed to the reuniting of
the family, she had no way of knowing what had really precipitated
her daughter's motives.  Nor at the time could she have imagined
what would actually happen--and happen in such a way that went far
beyond the bounds of family unity the young mother envisioned.
     It was only on rare occasions like this that Donna Howell
questioned the way things went in her life, as she wholeheartedly
believed her main function as a parent was to do whatever was
required to provide for her children, a belief fostered by the
problems she had had to face at a very young age.  She had been
the only child of a policeman, her mother having died shortly
before Donna's tenth birthday, and although her father did
everything possible to create opportunities for her betterment,
she was left on her own shortly after she turned twenty when he
was slain trying to avert a bank robbery.  Donna had been a junior
in college and dating Walter Howell at the time, but not until her
father's tragic death did she attach any significance to Walter's
romantic intentions.  Shortly after graduation they were married
and Donna divided her time between teaching and making a home for
her husband, but with the birth of her daughter the following
year, all of her attention was required at home.  A year after
Sheri was born they had their second child, Kevin, and Donna had
pretty well settled down to being a mother and housewife, a life
she was willing to accept.  But then, when she was only twenty-
two, tragedy struck again--her husband was the innocent victim of
an automobile accident.
     Donna, already twice hardened by fate, rebounded quickly from
the shock, knowing full well that she had two young children to
support, and the only avenue open to her was teaching.  During the
next few years, she had many male admirers, one of whom even asked
her to marry him, but she became completely absorbed in the task
of supporting her children, and in the process neglected her own
personal life.  She told herself that she would never marry again
and risk the chance of losing another husband, but the truth was
that although her short lived marriage had produced two offspring,
she had been young and naive and unable to cope with the sexual
requirements that went with it.
     To her way of thinking, dating exposed her to risks that she
couldn't afford to take, especially if it meant taking her time
away from earning income for herself and the children.  Yet, her
startling good looks attracted many men, and she was constantly
put in the position of finding excuses to spurn offers of dates.
At first she used her children as an excuse, but later, when they
were older and away at school, she fooled herself into believing
that male companions would only be after her small, but hard
earned savings.  And, next to the children, teaching was her life.
Yet there were times when she had feelings she didn't want to
recognize.
     Late at night when she was lying in bed, unable to sleep,
tingling little flames of sexual desire would creep forth to dance
enticingly over her long-denied body; her loins would begin to
throb with a burning consciousness that dominated her mind, making
her want to touch herself everywhere, to be covered with the hard
muscular body of a man.  Sometimes, in a dreamlike state, she
would answer the demanding fires, stroking and probing between her
thighs with hungrily searching fingers.  But what always remained
was a constant gnawing hunger, a desire for a close, intimate
relationship, and she had to force herself to put it out of her
mind.  The security that she had worked for so diligently, the
years of teaching, none of it was to be wasted away for some brief
moment of weakness.  Over and over again, she told herself there
would be time for personal pleasures when her children were
educated and grown to adults, able to stand on their own, and when
they were home from private school, and now college for Sheri, she
was constantly worried that she wouldn't have enough time to spend
with them.
     Turning off the street to the long driveway that led to the
house, Donna slowed down, then finally stopped the car.  She shut
off the engine and sat quite still for several minutes, realizing
that she had been day-dreaming, driving automatically.  Of late,
when her thoughts had dwelt for too long on the opposite sex, she
discovered that a warm moisture quite unexpectedly dampened the
narrow crotchband of her panties, and as she got out of the car,
she found that such was the case now.  Self-consciously she walked
up the path, her mind in search of the cause for the effect
between her thighs.  This state of affairs--her reminiscings of
her long departed husband, her son, and her daughter's unseen,
undescribed boyfriend--perplexed her, but when she finally had the
front door open, the insistent ring of the telephone brought her
back to reality.
     "Hello?"
     "Mom?"
     "Yes, dear."
     "You okay?  You sound sort of funny."
     "I ... I'm fine.  Just a little tired.  I was finishing up
some paper work at school and I just got home."
     "Are you sure?"
     "Sure."
     "Okay.  Everything's set here.  Kevin will be here any
minute.  He's going to spend the night here at the apartment, and
we'll be leaving about noon tomorrow.  We'll meet you at the
Ahwahnee as planned.  Okay?"
     There was no answer for a minute.
     "Mom?"
     "... Sheri ...  There's something I want to talk to you
about."
     "What's wrong, Mom?"
     "It's ... it's about ... Ward."
     "Oh, mom!  Don't be silly.  He's really very nice.  You'll
like him."
     "I ..."
     "We can talk about it tomorrow.  I've got to go now.  Kevin's
due any second.  See you tomorrow.  Bye."
     The line clicked dead with finality, but Donna Howell held
the phone to her ear for several seconds longer.  Finally, the
unspoken questions still choking in her throat, she replaced the
receiver in its cradle.
     She stood quite still for a long minute, then finally with a
shrug, she headed for her bedroom and the unfinished packing.
Tomorrow, she thought.  Tomorrow I've got to talk to her.

                           *    *    *

     Kevin Howell gave the address to the taxi driver, then sank
gratefully into the security of the cab's seat cushions.  He
looked upon the busy, late afternoon streets of San Diego with
apprehension, his thoughts of that day more than a little
bewildering; first the bus ride from Riverside that had seemed
unending, then the arrival in this strange city, and now the cab
ride itself.
     At sixteen Kevin was nearing physical maturity, but having
lived a rather cloistered life, he was not fully prepared to cope
with adult decisions and adult anxieties in a suddenly adult
world.  His six-foot frame, still youthfully slender, was the only
feature that did not bear a startling resemblance to his mother
and seventeen year old sister; a resemblance that bore very little
likeness to the man in the old and wrinkled photograph in his
wallet.  In the past there had been many times when Kevin removed
that photograph and studied it intently, but of late this practice
had all but disappeared.  It was the only picture he possessed of
a father he had never known, and along with the fragments of the
past passed on by his mother, it had ceased to hold much
sentimental value for him.  Yet, he did not discard it.  Nor did
he fail to inquire on the rare occasions his mother mentioned his
father.  The fact that these occasions were rare was not a
deliberate attempt on Donna Howell's part to suppress any
knowledge about her long-dead husband, but stemmed more
realistically from the absence of Kevin and his sister Sheri from
their Pasadena home.
     Kevin sat forward in the cab, his attention drawn suddenly to
row after row of carefully sculptured lawns lining the residential
street.  At the last intersection the cab had swung onto a wide
palm-lined avenue, and Kevin deduced that his sister's apartment
building was only eight blocks away.  The apprehension that had
been dogging him all day abated somewhat with the realization that
he would soon be there, and he began to take note of his
surroundings.
     The neat houses, row upon row, and identical except for
color, appeared staid and lifeless, cold and unreal, colder even
than the towering palms rustling in the winter breeze.  This
appearance reflected Kevin's own feelings.  It seemed that of late
even his free time away from school was becoming routine, dull,
painfully boring.  The activities that had once dominated his
thoughts, had somehow lost their importance.  Sports, movies, card
games--all failed to fill the vacant hours with meaningful
pleasure.  Life had suddenly seemed to have become useless child's
play.
     He hadn't put it into conscious thought yet, but his boyhood
was steadily and surely slipping away; he was becoming a man.
     Six blocks to go; his sister would be waiting.  He knew, she
had told him so last night on the phone.  But the apprehension
would not end there--that he also knew.  Irrefutably.  At the
apartment he would learn whether it was on or off.  Sheri had
tricked him into it, and now there was no escape.  Deep down,
though, he hoped it was on.
     It had all started with his sister's kidding, had built up
from there until there was no backing out, and he knew that he
would soon be faced with it.  It--was to be his first real date
outside of the supervised dances at school, and he had pressed her
for details, but all she would tell him on the phone was that the
girl was "something else".
     Four blocks to go.  He wanted to lose his virginity, but such
a happening had seemed to be such an impossible task in the
restrictive private school environment that he found it hard to
believe it was really going to happen now.  He was certain he'd
have been far more experienced with the opposite sex had he gone
to public schools, but then, that just hadn't been possible.  His
mother had to devote too much time to supporting them, and he
understood that.  It wasn't her fault that co-educational boarding
schools didn't exist.
     Two blocks to go.  As far as he was concerned, Sheri had it
made.  She could just about have her pick from thousands of boys
at San Diego State and get laid anytime she wanted to.  Hell, all
girls could probably get screwed if they went out with the right
guy, but his older sister was popular and sexy enough to have an
even larger choice.  He didn't know how much experience she had,
maybe none, but he couldn't help feeling a bit envious of her
position at times.  She seemed so wise and experienced, like a
free spirit able to get what she wanted, when she wanted, and he
wished he could feel that way too.  Yet, it was because of this
feeling about her that he worried.  He was constantly thinking she
might get into a situation she didn't want, and then not be able
to back away from it.
     No blocks to go.  He was paying the cab driver when the
clicking of high heels reached his ears, and he turned to watch
his sister coming quickly down the walk toward him.  Even from a
distance she looked sharp, her long blonde hair flowing in the
breeze like a golden halo around her pretty face.  She had become
a young woman in such a seemingly short time that every time he
saw her he was amazed.  She was wearing a dress that accented her
figure, and he couldn't help wondering how she would look naked.
It was as if she was too sexy to believe; her breasts firm and
full, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and long
tapering legs, and her trim young buttocks--sexier than any young
girl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm ripe melons
waiting for someone to come along and squeeze them.  He'd be happy
if his date looked half as good as his sister!
     With a smile on her lips, Sheri watched her younger brother
approach.  He was handsome, and even more than that, physically
appealing.  Kevin had been the athletic type for some time, the
kind interested in sports and nothing more, but she noticed with
satisfaction that he was changing, and she liked what she saw.
His character and motion had mellowed into a smooth appearance,
and he exuded an intense physical sexuality that seemed to boil
from within.
     "Hi, good looking!" she said fondly.
     "Hi, Sis!" he responded casually.  The tone would have hidden
his anxiety to anyone but her.
     "Right on time I see," she said trying to look forlorn.  She
wanted to keep him guessing for awhile.
     "Yeah."  He wanted to stay cool, but he was having a hard
time containing his disappointment.  "You look nice ..."
     "Thanks.  So do you.  How are you fixed for money?" she
questioned without explanation.
     "I've got ten bucks left.  You need it?"  He started to reach
for his wallet.
     "No," she answered, then dropped the subject.  She looked
past Kevin and up the street.  He turned to see what she was
looking at.  "Ward's picking me up.  He should be along soon," she
said looking back to her brother.  His expression was strained,
and she couldn't go on torturing him any longer.  She reached into
her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it to him.
     "What's this for?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the money as
if it contained some mystery.
     "You'll need it tonight ... for your date!" she smiled,
seeing his eyes widen.
     "Oh ... thanks," he said, but his voice was strained, giving
away his excitement.  He wanted to know more; what the girl was
like!  "You ... ah ... sure you won't need this?" he asked,
indicating the money in his hand.
     "Her name is Susan Hatton," she replied, shaking her head
negatively to answer his question.  "You're taking her out to
dinner, so you'll need more than ten dollars!"
     "Oh, great, swell!  Susan Hatton, huh?"  He wanted to come
right out and ask his sister if the girl was a willing type, but
he didn't have the nerve.  He was excited enough just knowing that
the date was on, and he had a million other questions.
     "It's quite simple," she said seeing that he was still
confused.  "Susan is going to pick you up here ...  She'll be
driving a white Cadillac.  Anyway, I told her to meet you here at
five-thirty!  She'll probably be late, so don't get antsy and
leave."  There was a burning question in his mind, and she knew
it.  But she was determined to leave it for him to ask.
     So that was it.  The girl, a big car, it was all perfect, and
he hoped he was ready for it.  His seventeen year old sister was
far wiser and aware of such matters, and her reassurance would be
a big help.  It was a question of time enough to discuss it, and
he looked at his watch, seeing it was five-fifteen.
     "What time you expecting Ward?" he asked trying to sound
relaxed.
     "He's late now."  She waved one arm toward the apartment
building.  "Sorry I don't have time to show you around.  It's 8-
A."
     "Great.  It's okay."  Kevin swallowed, then cleared his
throat.  "I guess you've had a lot of experience these past few
months ..."
     Sheri cut him off.  "I'm still a virgin if that's what you
mean!" she said, and when he started to nod his head, she
continued.  "But I don't intend to stay one much longer!"
     He didn't know what to say then.  He could only stare at his
pretty sister, wondering what came next.
     "When I meet the right guy ... well, you don't have to look
so worried," she protested on seeing her brother's expression.
"Ward isn't the one!  At least I don't think so ... I just don't
believe virginity is a prize I should cling to forever," she added
defensively.
     He was impressed by her decisive attitude, and actually
surprised that she still was a virgin.  Most important at that
moment, it gave him the opportunity he was looking for.  "Is that
the way Susan Hatton thinks?" he said unable to disguise a
sheepish expression.
     Sheri laughed out loud, realizing that he had succeeded in
getting to the point.  "Maybe she doesn't have to worry about it
anymore," she said to stimulate his imagination.  "You'll like her
well enough, I'm sure.  Just let things happen as they will."
     He wanted more details, but she spoke as if that was all she
would give him.  Maybe knowing too much was bad, at least that was
what she seemed to be getting at.  "I sure appreciate your fixing
me up this way ... if there ..."
     "Just have a good time and get what you want!" she
interrupted hurriedly, and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
"I see Ward's car coming ... come on and I'll introduce you."  She
walked to the curb pulling him with her.
     Kevin looked up the street, and his eyes followed the
expensive sports car as it pulled up along side them.  He was
impressed by the car alone, but the guy behind the wheel really
surprised him.  He was sharply dressed, "suave" was the word that
came to his mind, but Kevin guessed the man had to be at least in
his middle thirties.  Probably old enough to be his and Sheri's
father, he thought.
     Sheri didn't wait for Ward to get out of the car, but opened
the passenger door and slipped onto the seat.  "Ward Murdock ...
my little brother, Kevin!" she said motioning toward each.
     Since there was no top on the car, Kevin reached out over his
sister's blonde head to shake the older man's hand.  "Nice to meet
you."
     "Your sister has talked about you so much, I feel like I
already know you," Ward answered the greeting, shaking the boy's
hand firmly.
     He had a pleasant, sincere smile on his face, and Kevin
couldn't help but like the man immediately.  "Well don't let me
hold you up.  Thanks again Sheri!" he said giving his sister a
meaningful look.
     "Just have a good time, little brother!"
     "See you later." Ward said, and he started to pull away from
the curb.
     "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kevin yelled after the
car, but he guessed they didn't hear him.  He watched as the car
disappeared from view, his mind placing himself behind the wheel
of an expensive sports car.  With a machine like that, he thought,
making out with chicks would be easy.
     He moved back away from the curb after looking up and down
the street, but there was no sign of a Cadillac in either
direction.  The idea of him being picked up by his date made him
feel a little self-conscious, but he knew that the chances of sexy
things happening were far greater in a car than walking.  He
looked at his watch, and as there was still several minutes left
before Susan Hatton was due to meet him, he walked toward the
apartment building, wondering what she looked like.  He reached
the apartment and, after quickly glancing at the furnishings,
moved to the front window with its view of the street.  His gaze
followed the direction the sports car had taken and he wondered
how much longer his sister was going to remain a virgin.  Not
long, he finally concluded.  Not long at all, judging by the look
in Ward Murdock's eyes.
     And not long for himself either--he hoped.



                            Chapter 2

     "What is it your brother wouldn't do?" Ward had to raise his
voice above the noise of the freeway as he shifted into fourth
gear, the sports car running smoothly in the direction of his
apartment.  He had carefully arranged everything before going to
get Sheri at her apartment, and he felt certain the steak dinner
and candlelight setting would provide just the right atmosphere
for an intimate seduction.
     "He's young and adventuresome.  Does that answer your
question?"  Sheri was used to his attempts at guiding their
conversations toward sex, and she recognized the implications in
his question.  Usually she squelched his efforts, though she did
enjoy discovering his different approaches.  Dating him was like a
continuing lesson in the techniques of seducing a girl, and in
some ways she was proud of his failure to win her over.  Yet he
never pushed, but instead was cool and mature, and she liked that
in him too.  Though convinced she would never give in to his
advances, the young teenager also became more and more sure he was
the type of man she would eventually want to lose her virginity
to.
     "Well, I hope you feel like an adventuresome dinner tonight,"
he said after a moment, "I'm going to treat you to the experience
of my own cooking ..."
     Finally he's going to take me to his apartment, she thought.
Since they started dating, Sheri had been curious about how a
thirty three year old bachelor lived, and she wasn't at all
worried over the idea of being alone with him there.  It was
simply another opportunity to learn more about him, and therefore
men in general.
     "Do I have a guarantee that I won't have to do the dishes?"
she asked, her voice casual and undisturbed.
     "Well ..."  He acted like he was thinking about it, and he
was pleased that she had accepted his dinner plans so readily.
     "Say yes or I'll refuse to eat!"
     "I have a dishwasher ..."
     "Male or female?"
     "Female of course!"
     "O.K. then," she said, and they both laughed.  She felt it
was going to be an interesting evening, and she relaxed, letting
the wind blow her long blonde hair as the car sped down the
highway.
     It seemed only a few minutes before Ward was pulling up in
front of a large apartment house, and she was impressed at how
luxurious the building appeared.  They got out of the car, and he
led her through the archway into a garden courtyard.  It was
nicely landscaped, and in the middle was an inviting looking and
lighted swimming pool.  They walked past the pool to the rear of
the building, and after climbing a short curving stairway, stood
before a single door.  Sheri turned around to look out over the
courtyard, and she noted that the building was arranged in such a
way as to give the illusion that each apartment was separate.  She
guessed the rent had to be high, and after being ushered inside
the apartment, she knew her judgment was correct.
     Off to the right of a large entry hall was a spacious living
room like she had never seen before in her life.  The lush
carpeting was almost pure white, and it all seemed to focus on a
sunken area in front of a huge stone fireplace.  In the center was
a low, black table, and it was surrounded by large colorful
pillows.  The table was already set for a candlelight dinner, and
it looked so cozy, she was ready to start eating right then.
     Walking through an arched passageway, they were in a kitchen
completely equipped with all the modern conveniences, and Ward
slipped off his jacket, draping it over a chair.  "This is where
the magic begins," he said as he pulled up his sleeves to get
ready to work.
     But certainly not where it ends, she thought, wondering where
his bedroom was.  She figured it had to be on the opposite side of
the entry hall, a distance that would give time for second
thoughts in a heated situation, so she guessed he would make his
play on the large pillows and plush carpet.  Now that she was
there in his apartment, she wasn't sure if she would refuse him or
not?
     "Are you going to do all the cooking?" she asked, noticing
the makings of a dinner spread out on a counter.
     "Absolutely ... been doing it for years," he answered with a
wink.  "But first we can have a couple of martinis.  There's a
limit of two, because I have an excellent wine to go with the
steaks."
     Sheri liked the way he treated her when it came to drinking
liquor, and she knew that he thought her older than seventeen.  In
the beginning, he had believed her to be a young student teacher
at the college, and she never bothered to correct his notion.  She
felt he might be reluctant to take her places she wanted to go if
he knew her to be underage, and she was fortunate to look mature
enough to avoid questions from bartenders.  She had considered
telling him her true age on several occasions, but her real
reluctance was a fear that he would just stop taking her out.
Since he had never tried to ply her with drinks, she didn't see
any reason to destroy the good times she had, nor the chance to
get away from schoolwork at every possible opportunity.  She had a
good thing going with no obligations, and she was glad to keep it
going as long as she could.
     Ward made her take her second martini into the living room as
he busied himself with the final preparations for the gourmet
dinner.  He had music playing on the stereo, and Sheri was glad to
make herself comfortable by the table in the sunken area.  The
large pillows were soft, and as she lay back luxuriously against
one, she couldn't help feeling excited.  Her first martini had
made her feel a warm sensation flowing through her body, and the
second one seemed to amplify it tenfold.  She seemed to be more
aware of her whole body than she had ever been in her life, and
the contact with her surroundings was very pleasant.  Then the
thought occurred to her that she was alone in that alien
environment with a man, and there was nothing she could think of
to convince herself to say no to him when the proper time came.
     She had taken the last sip of her martini when Ward entered
the room carrying a large tray, and when she started to jump up to
help him with the food, she felt like her blood had suddenly
rushed to her head.  She had to sit back again to shake the
dizziness away, and she was pleased to discover that he hadn't
noticed her slightly tipsy condition.
     "Sit back and relax.  It's prepared to perfection, so we'd
better eat it right away," he said as he stepped down into the
sunken area with her and placed the tray on the low table.
     Sheri was embarrassed by the way such a small amount of
liquor had affected her, and she felt she should hide it from him.
Seeing the food reminded her that she had skipped lunch that
afternoon, and two martinis on an empty stomach had obviously been
too much.  But the food looked good, and she felt terrifically
hungry.  Eating, she figured, would help curb the effect of the
liquor.
     "I have to admit, it certainly does look good," she said
seriously, and it tasted good too.  With candles on the table
glowing with a softly dancing light, they both sat on the pillows
eating the rare steak and drinking a good red wine.  It didn't
dampen Sheri's mood in the least, but rather her reverie increased
with each passing moment until she felt herself floating with
excited anticipation.  It was an uncommon sensation of tantalizing
warmth that took control of her mind and body, and when they had
finished eating the meal, it seemed perfectly natural for Ward to
move slowly in her direction, his mouth moist and slightly open as
it met with her lips.
     Like a continuing gesture of unique indulgence, the kiss
thrilled her to the very depths of her aroused young body.  He
drove his tongue deep between her parted lips, and she sucked on
it as her nerves tingled with growing excitement.  In her pulse-
quickened state, the dinner had been like foreplay to an
extraordinary seduction.  The factors behind her stimulation were
not important to her at the moment, but instead she knew that she
was ready right then and there to resign her body, her virginity,
to the older man kissing her so passionately.
     In the open space in front of the fireplace, Ward turned her
body against his, no longer willing to contain the urgency of his
desire.  He had set the stage for the seduction of this voluptuous
young woman, and now his penis was throbbing with lust.  Still
kissing her deeply, he moved his hand down over the smooth curve
of her buttocks, and pressing hard against the firmly rounded
cheeks, he ground his rigid shaft against the softness of her
thighs.  Her fresh young female scent, her figure, everything
about her was sexually exciting, and he was determined to have her
sensual young body squirming under him in passion once and for
all.  Sliding his hand lower, he pushed his fingers in toward the
narrow hidden space up between her thighs as his lust-engorged
cock throbbed with tremendous pressure.
     "Darling," she said, twisting away from his kiss.  She put
her mouth close to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even
more as she spoke.  "Wait, darling, please!  I ... I want ..." Her
belly was burning with a passion that grew more intense from
thinking about what she had to say.  She knew resisting was
hopeless, as her own mind and body wanted sexual fulfillment now
more completely than ever before.  "Undress me, darling!" she
exclaimed, partly surprising even herself.  "I want to be
completely naked when you do it to me."
     His blood-filled cock jerked as her words came hotly into his
ear, a clear and concise indication of her acquiescence.  She
wanted to be naked!  Moving his head back, he looked directly into
her liquid eyes, but she only looked down, almost shyly, he
thought.  He didn't want to give her the opportunity to
reconsider, so he raised up on his knees, turning her so that he
could loosen the zipper running down the back of her dress.
     It seemed only right to remain somewhat proper, even after
having requested to be stripped of her clothes, so she couldn't
look into his eyes.  She wanted him to make love to her, to have
him gently caress her naked young body, kiss her lovingly from
head to toe until finally her virginity would melt away in heated
passion.  But, he didn't know that she was a virgin, and she
wasn't sure she wanted him to know about it either.  Being
seventeen and still totally inexperienced in sex was almost
shameful these days.
     After numerous rejections, Sheri's sudden willingness was
hard for Ward Murdock to believe.  It was as if she had become a
different person, but one that was very obviously ready and able
to be fucked.  It seemed apparently that the dinner and drinks had
worked in compounding her true emotions and making her finally
ready to be taken by him.  He was so anxious for it, that he
didn't really care what the reason behind it all was.
     Reaching out hurriedly, the suave older man pulled the zipper
of her dress down toward her narrow waist.  His hard, pulsing cock
was ready to burst with the intense excitement of finally
conquering her previously reluctant young body.  The idea of
shoving his cock up into the soft wet folds of her hair-lined
vagina was more arousing under the circumstances than would
normally be the case, and his lust-tightened balls pounded with
unbearable pressure from his churning sperm.  In one swift
movement, he unhooked the back of her brassiere, then pushed both
dress and brassiere forward leaving her naked to the waist.  She
shyly bent her head down as he turned her, the golden strands of
her hair cascading down over her shoulders so that the taut pink
tips of her full, firmly set breasts were just peaking out from
behind her silken curls, and he knew then that he would have to
hurry or he wouldn't last a minute.
     The inexperienced young teenager was suddenly aware of a
desperate kind of energy from the older man, as his hands seemed
to move over her body with vibrating quickness.  Yet, for the
moment she was more concerned with her vulnerable nakedness, and
she looked at his face for an indication of his approval.  He bent
forward suddenly, and she caught her breath as his mouth closed
wetly over the bud-like tip of her naked breast.  His arms held
her pressed tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around
the pinkly puckered flesh of her hardened nipple, and his teeth
nipped at the sensitive tip, sending thrilling little surges of
pleasure through her tense young body.  She was totally absorbed
by the lewd sensations, hardly aware of his fingers working their
way teasingly into the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon
panties.
     "Ooooohh, darling ... we ... I ... Ohhhh!"
     The thirty-three year old businessman was only sampling what
he had wanted and waited for for so long, so very long, and the
tenderness of her soft young flesh in his mouth was as bittersweet
as the first taste of unrequited desire.  Too often he had been
held off by this voluptuous young blonde, and now with her half-
naked body in his grasp, he was not to be denied anything.  He
wanted all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-engorged cock
deep into her smooth, trembling little belly until she begged and
pleaded for his heated sperm to gush out and fill her seething
vagina with its milk-white thickness.
     Lifting Sheri up with one arm, he pushed her dress down from
her flaring hips, trying in the same motion to remove the lacy
material of her panties.  Her dress dropped at her feet, but her
panties remained half-on, the tight waistband clinging to her firm
full thighs just inches below the lightly curling little hairs of
her blonde pubic triangle.  He didn't bother with her panties
then, but pressed her tantalizing nakedness back down on two of
the large pillows, positioning her so that her buttocks were
raised up and her long, well-tapered legs sloped upward like an
easily climbed hill.
     The sudden and unexpected manner in which she was placed on
the pillows frightened the teenage girl, and her natural instinct
to protect herself took hold of her mind.  It was too sudden, too
real, and she felt terribly open and vulnerable with her panties
pulled half-way down her thighs.  Her position was humiliating,
not romantic as she had expected, and she wanted to object, to let
her boyfriend know that she felt wronged.
     "Please, Ward ... be gentle ... not like this ... please!"
Sheri cried as his mouth on her breast suddenly seemed like it was
sucking the inside out of it, his teeth nipping hotly at her
nipples and leaving tiny impressions like a lewd physical symbol
of his lust.  She was pinned helplessly beneath his strong
muscular body, the pillows beneath her making any movement
difficult, and she couldn't twist out from under him as he locked
one knee between her whitely trembling thighs.  Slowly and surely
her girlish fantasies were crumbling down around her, and the
final blow to all of her dreams of the first time with a man came
with the ripping sound of her white lace panties being torn away
from her now totally naked body.
     Ward could hear her cries of protest, but his passion was
unleashed, refusing to give heed to anything but complete
possession of her vibrant young body.  She had teased him on other
dates, acting coy and innocent, and continually putting off his
advances.  He had let her play her game, but now that she had
committed herself, he was going to show her what fucking was all
about.  He wasn't interested in preliminaries or childish
rhetoric, and he was intent on making up the lost time from their
other dates.
     Running his hand up between the soft inner flesh of her
quivering thighs, he felt the silken curls of her pubic hair, and
he squirmed his fingers slowly into the soft warm folds of her
pussy, searching for the tiny clenched opening nestling in
between.  The heated young cuntal flesh was already moist, in
spite of Sheri's terror, and he parted the narrow, hair-fringed
slit with his middle finger, working it relentlessly toward the
sensitive little opening to her cunt with experienced skill.
     A state of hopeless confusion engulfed the teenager's mind as
she felt his fingers working their way relentlessly into her naked
vagina.  She tried to clamp her legs together, wanting nothing
else but to close off any access to her trembling virginity, but
he had her legs held wide apart.  Her efforts were futile as she
felt her defenseless young pussy being ravaged as his fingers
probed hotly into the thin, hair-lined cuntal lips, seeking like
tiny insects the virginally hidden passage to her womb.  Even when
his fingers brushed across her pulsing clitoris, still hardened
from her previous anticipation, her fear outweighed the bolt of
electric-like pleasure.  This wasn't the way she wanted her first
sexual experience!  She wanted to reach the sexual heights that
she had imagined so many times in recent years, heights that her
own fingers had failed to bring her when she had played with
herself, but her older boyfriend's aggressive method was not what
she had planned for, not the way she wanted her deflowering to be.
     "Oooohhh ... noooo!  Pleaseee, darling!" She moaned when
Ward's middle finger wormed hungrily into the tender flesh around
the opening of her tight moist cunt.  She wanted to tell him she
was a virgin in hopes of making him understand her cries, but the
words caught in her throat as she felt his fingers searching
spider-like up between her legs.
     Sheri was every bit the sensual woman Ward Murdock had
expected to find, and just the sight of her nakedly curved young
body made his blood race with lust.  Her cunt was tight,
virginally tight, and he worked his finger in between the soft,
hair-covered lips, worming it up inside the warm fleshy passage in
a hurried attempt to prepare it for his waiting cock.  Her moans
went unnoticed in his frenzy, and he drove his finger in and out
of the tightly restricting passage with savage thrusts.  Her
efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his knees
placed firmly on the carpet between her thighs, and he stayed bent
over her body, his mouth kissing and nipping voraciously at her
throbbing young breasts.
     Yet, in spite of his unthinking assault upon her naked flesh,
the blonde teenager still felt the lewdly rising thrill of
seduction swirling through her loins as his middle finger
slithered full length up into the tight wet passage of her cunt.
It was his abrupt manner that bothered her, but despite her shame
and humiliation, she felt the familiar tingle of excitement from
her aching clitoris.  Her virginal pussy was becoming moist with
her own secretions, and she tried to focus her attention on the
erotically growing sensations from his obscene finger-fucking, but
before she could firmly grasp the lewd feeling, he pulled his hand
from between her open thighs.
     She knew that he was frantically groping with his pants, and
the thought of what he was preparing to do excited her in spite of
his rough, almost uncaring treatment of her.  A shiver ran the
entire length of her spine when he crawled up between her
widespread thighs, his arms placed firmly on her shoulders to pin
her back against the pillow.  She saw the blazing lust in his eyes
then, and she looked away only to see his turgid penis standing
out huge and menacing from the tangled growth of hair covering his
loins.  It was pointing directly at the sparsely curling triangle
of her own pubic hair, throbbing and jerking like a hungry animal
about to devour its prey, making Sheri shake uncontrollably with
fear.
     "Wait ... pleaseee, Ward ... I'm a virgin ... a virgin!" she
cried, the words finally finding their way out of her throat.
Yet, they seemed to fall on deaf ears as her thirty-three year old
bachelor stared down between their poised bodies, not lifting his
eyes to meet her pleading gaze.  It was apparent that he wasn't
listening, and she prepared herself for the worst.  She felt
certain that his thickly distended penis would split her in two,
and the thought made her anxiously examine its throbbing length.
The tip was thick and purple, a rubbery-like head that seemed to
bulge with his frenzy.  She could clearly see the long shaft lined
with a network of blood-filled veins which pounded with his
heartbeat, and the entire lust-engorged shaft protruded like a
huge sawed-off telephone pole from the tight tangle of black pubic
hair at its base.  The heavy, sperm-filled sacs holding his balls
below were drawn up tightly between his thighs, and she knew the
semen within was stirring hotly, anxious for release.  As much as
the sight frightened her, the young blonde suddenly had visions of
the huge cock spurting out its white-hot cum from the dilated tip,
and she couldn't help wondering how it would feel erupting and
spewing out its liquid deep inside her naked belly.
     Feasting his eyes upon her openly spread vagina, Ward felt
like cumming all over her milk-white body, and drenching her white
sensuous little belly and pussy hair with his sperm.  She seemed
helpless and pure, unlike any other girl he'd had before, and he
hesitated to take in a moment longer the sight of her tight young
pussy nestled so warmly up between her long trembling legs.  The
silky, pale-colored pubic hair lining the narrow pink slit of her
cunt was like cornsilk and where it parted around the tight,
mouth-like opening, there were tiny droplets of moisture clinging
to the curling strands.  The fleshy outer-lips looked absolutely
untouched, like a brand new glove made for his cock alone, and he
knew it was ready and waiting now to absorb up inside the
throbbing length of his penis, and hold it there until it had
sucked and milked all of the eagerly waiting semen from his cum-
filled balls.  He had to fuck her, and right away!
     Shifting his weight to one side, he reached down with his
free hand and grasped his long hard cock, moving his hips forward
until the smooth, rubbery flesh of the tip made light contact with
the soft-fleshed warmth of her seeping cunt.  With her pelvis
slightly elevated by the pillow beneath her buttocks, he was able
to work with ease, and using the lust-hardened cock-head like a
wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit, parting the
thin fleshy lips that hid the tiny opening to her virginal little
belly.  She moaned when he brushed the tip of it across her
pulsating clitoris, and he teased over it several times until he
couldn't wait to fuck her any longer.  With his blood-filled cock
positioned right at the opening of her cuntal passage, he raised
himself higher over her spread-eagled young body to ready himself
for the thrust of his lust-hardened cock quickly and deeply up
inside her defenseless belly.
     The flanges of her virgin pussy were parted outward, the soft
hair-lined cuntal lips spread open and wrapped tightly around the
huge bulbous head of his cock, poised and ready to drive far up
inside her helpless body, tearing her well-protected young
virginity into useless shreds as it passed.  She cried for mercy,
but the words only echoed in her head, unable to get out past her
choked-up throat.  She wanted to plead with him to have mercy,
that he was much too big for her, and she knew that all the
excitement and anticipation she had felt would be destroyed by a
flesh-tearing lunge into her unyielding little vagina.  The
pressure against the tightly clenched little opening became
greater and greater, and she was sure the huge rod of flesh could
never fit inside her.  It just couldn't.  Not without killing her!
     "Noooooooo!  Pleaseeee!  Ooohh!"
     Her cringing little cuntal mouth was like a tight elastic
band that refused to give way under his insistent force, and he
continued pushing his hips forward with all his strength.  His
aching cock was ramrod hard and stiff, and the thrill of finally
having it pressing nakedly against her seething pussy-lips made
his penis swell even larger.  Pushing his knees out to force her
legs wider apart, Ward gave a heavy shove forward, and the huge
rubbery head of his cock popped suddenly up inside her
excruciatingly stretched cunt.
     "Aaaaagghhhh!" she screamed as a great flashing pain seared
through her captive loins, and her vagina was stretched wide to
take the giant head of his lust-hardened penis inside.  She felt
like she was being impaled by a red-hot poker iron, and this was
just the tip of his cock!  She couldn't imagine how it could hurt
more when the rest of his pulsing hardness was pushed up into her
belly.  Desperately she tried to squirm her naked body out from
under him, but to no avail.  She was held too securely by his arms
and legs, and looking down over the tops of her full round
breasts, she could see that only an inch of his blood-engorged
cock had penetrated her impossibly stretched vagina.  Her
situation was hopeless.
     The tightly clasping flesh around the head of his blood-
filled penis served only to excite Ward more.  He had to have his
cock buried all the way up inside her moist young cunt before he
jetted his impatiently churning sperm right then and there.  He
was aware that she was fighting him, her narrow unstretched vagina
not yet adjusted to his massive thickness, but he couldn't keep
himself in control any longer and only shoved deeper into her
hotly squirming body.
     "Ooooohhhh!  Aaagghh!  Nnnoo!"  It was terrible, worse than
Sheri had imagined it could possibly be, and she sank her teeth
into her lower lip to stem the pain.  He was like a maniac in his
lust, and she thought he would kill her without ever knowing he
was doing so.  Worse than the pain was his apparent lack of
concern for her feelings, and she felt humiliated and shamed for
having led him on earlier.  But when he shoved forward again,
sinking his heavily throbbing cock in another few inches, the pain
in her vagina was gone.  The hurt that remained was in her mind,
an accumulation of the suddenness of his approach and methods with
her body, and for the young teenager, the last vestiges of her
dreams about virginity lost, shattered with undignified force.
     The warm glove-like feeling of her tightly clinging cunt
around his pounding cock-flesh was sending such wild tremors of
enjoyment to Ward's brain, that he knew he would have to do
something quickly or he would cum at any second.  Only a few
inches of his swollen, raging cock remained outside the helplessly
clasping mouth of her wide-split pussy, and he shoved hard forward
with all his strength to sink the full length of it to its maximum
depth up between her trembling legs.  The lust-bloated cock-head
ploughed up into the warm moist passage, parting the futilely
resisting cuntal flesh like a massive pile-driver racing out of
control.
     "Uuugghh!  Aaaaagghh!"  Sheri didn't know what hit her, the
suddenness of his penetration catching her unprepared.  She felt
as though the handle end of a baseball bat had been plunged up
into her naked belly, and the surprise of being so suddenly filled
by his mammoth penis made her tense up in a desperate effort to
stop the final debasement of her body.  She felt the hard rubbery
tip of his cock pressing into her cervix deep inside, and she
raised herself slightly on the floor cushions to look down between
their lewdly joined bodies.  His dark pubic hair was tangled with
the lighter hair covering her wide-splayed vagina, and it
staggered her imagination to think that his huge cock was now sunk
all the way inside her no-longer-virginal belly!
     Ward was almost beside himself.  The fact of finally having
his cock sunk deep in her snooty little belly was overwhelming,
but the older man fought off his desire to cum, flexing the huge
bulging head deep inside her quaking belly in an attempt to ward
off the growing urgency of completion.  She moaned as it stretched
her wider still, her eyes dazed and unseeing from his cruel
assault, but he couldn't wait.  He wanted to fuck her for all she
was worth, and immediately!
     Pulling his hips back slowly, Ward withdrew his lengthy
hardness from the depths of her constricted cuntal passage until
only the thick, lust-swollen tip remained inside, and then with
smoothly accelerating speed, he plunged heavily back into the
warmth of her newly deflowered pussy.
     "Oooohhh ... Pleeeeease!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" The young blonde
teenager chanted her displeasure to no avail as he began to fuck
unmercifully up between her open thighs with long hard strokes.
     Sheri was feeling nothing but shame and frustration, unable
to understand why her boyfriend was acting so cruel and selfish,
and the thought dominated her mind to such a degree, she didn't
notice the reigniting sexual flame in the pit of her cock-filled
belly.
     The tight wet walls of her cunt seemed to flower open and
then wrap warmly back around his hard driving cock as he shoved
his hips forward in a powerful upward thrust.  He was fucking her
as hard and as fast as he was able, anxious to make up for all the
frustrating nights he had longed to do it to her.  Each deep,
swift plunge of his lust-hardened penis was like a blow that
released his pent-up emotions, and the strain of having to act
like the perfect gentlemen all those times before now, was eased.
It was as though he was finally completing an act that had started
weeks in the past, and he was furious in his efforts to make up
for lost time.
     Sheri was squealing and squirming about beneath her boy-friend
with each shattering lunge of his pistoning cock, and he gazed
down hungrily over her writhing young body as he fucked his way in
and out of her upturned pussy-flesh.  Her thighs were pressing
hard against his hips, making it more difficult for him to fuck
her as fast as he wanted to, but there was little resistance as
his cunt-moistened cock sluiced wetly in and out of her wide-
splayed vaginal depths.  The outer ring of glistening pink cuntal
flesh seemed to flow inward with his rigidly sinking penis, and
then it would roll back out as he withdrew again.  Her tight
little hair-lined slit was clasping around his inflexible cock so
hard that he felt as though he could actually feel the blood
swirling around deep inside it.  His semen-filled balls swung
freely below, slamming against the widespread crevice of her
buttocks with a loud wet smacking noise, as her full, sensuously
formed young breasts quivered and jerked on her chest from the
impact of his lunge.
     Her long blonde hair was spilled out all around on the
carpet, twisting and tangling as she rolled her head from side to
side.  Her eyes were staring blankly upward, but her tongue was
flashing out through her full red lips like a tiny pink phallus.
Aroused by the sight of her moistly flicking tongue, the older
bachelor pushed his hand beneath the rounded cheeks of her
buttocks to lift her loins up higher to his vicious thrusts.
     The incessant pounding in her ravaged young vagina was like
thunder reverberating through her entire body, and she wanted to
cry from the confusing emotions that darted through her mind.  She
couldn't let herself enjoy it even if she wanted to, because that
would be like showing Ward that she approved of his violent
methods.  The inexperienced young teenager didn't want to believe
that was the way sex was performed, so she tried to shut out the
lewdly building little fires in her belly, a self protest to the
way she was being treated.
     Yet, she had to lift her head again to look down between her
thighs at the huge, wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of
her widespread vagina.  It was angry red and slick with her cuntal
secretions as it pulled out from between her milk-white thighs,
and when it plunged into her belly again, she could feel his
swollen testicles smack into her buttocks a moment before his
unyielding cock hit the end of her ravaged young pussy.  He fucked
into her now with such savage force, she felt it like a shock wave
pulsing through her entire body, and her firm young breasts
quivered and danced lewdly from the force.  Sheri thought she knew
how a common whore must feel, used for sheer sexual gratification
and nothing more.  Her own no-longer-innocent cunt was now being
fucked as though it were nestled there between her legs for Ward
Murdock's lust alone.
     But in spite of his savage attack on her naked body, the
absence of any response was beginning to bother the older man, and
he wanted to bring at least some sign of pleasure from the
subjugated young girl beneath him.  Her buttocks felt warm and
soft cupped in his hands, and he could imagine the look of the
tiny anal orifice tucked between her ass-cheeks, like another
mouth just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt.  Extending
his middle finger, he pushed it in between her buttocks and
touched the hairless valley that led to her tiny puckered anus.
Running the tip of his finger along the heated crevice, he felt
certain that this one final action would get her to respond the
way he wanted.  The moment his finger made contact with the
rubbery flesh of the nether opening, he pushed hard against it,
causing her to moan in surprise.  The elastic-like ring of warm
anal flesh seemed to loosen and tighten as he pistoned his blood-
engorged cock in and out of her clasping cunt, and twisted his
fingertip around inside the tightly clenched lips of her anal
passage.
     "Ooooohhhhh!  Uuuuugggghhh!  Oooohhhh!" she groaned from the
sensation of his unnatural probing at her defenseless anus.  It
seemed like she was again about to feel the pain of virgin entry
as he worked his finger around and around inside the tiny orifice,
but at the same time she was oddly stimulated by the notion of his
violating her back there too.
     "Oooohhhhh!" she gasped when he suddenly shoved his middle
finger hard into the tightly resisting passageway, sinking it in
to the first knuckle and feeling it held there by the warmth of
her rectum.  He could feel the hardness of his cock grinding in
and out of her cuntal passage, through the thin membrane
separating the two channels, and he probed deeper, driving his
middle finger into the rubbery depths of her rectum to the second
knuckle.
     "OOOO ... uuuuuuggggghhh!  Oooohhh!!"  She reacted to the
initial pain of his foreign entry, but there was something new,
something almost masochistic in the pleasure that poured through
her lewdly pinioned body.  Her total mind and body were bombarded
with the wild sensations of this new erotic experience, and the
blonde teenager grunted softly and ground her buttocks back down
onto his finger without actually being conscious of it.  He
accommodated her growing desire by worming his finger upward
between her widespread buttocks until his palm was pressing tight
against the nakedly quivering ass cheeks.  Immediately, he began
to slither his finger in and out of her clutching anal passage, in
time to the intense motion of his pistoning cock in her now
hungrily squeezing cunt, and she squirmed on the pillows beneath
him, her anguish suddenly taking second place to the sensual
delight filling her trembling belly.  He was debasing her, using
her, as if she were willing to do anything he wanted her to do,
but the hard, long thrusts into her ravished young vagina were
forcing her, in spite of her hesitation, to fuck back violently
beneath the older man.
     An unexplainable transformation in thinking suddenly engulfed
the young girl's mind, as if she were oddly tuned in on the
correct wavelength of her sexuality, startlingly aware of her body
for the first time.  She had known the pain of being so lewdly
double-fucked, and now she wanted to know the heights of that
pleasure too.  The fire in her belly seemed to pulsate through
every level of her dually impaled flesh as it became more and more
intense.  Sheri thought she could sense her swollen clitoris
beating like a snare drum roll as its signals of lewdly spiraling
desire danced electrically over every nerve in her lusting young
body, and she knew that it was only going to get better and
better.  There was no question in her mind but that she was
approaching an orgasm, and almost wantonly, she began fucking her
hips up and down at his deeply embedded penis and finger in the
frenzied rhythms that her thirty-three year old boyfriend had
instigated in her seething cunt and anus.
     "Aaaaaahhhh ... oohhhh ... yyeesssss!"  She mewled like a
lust-crazed she-devil, crying her newly discovered ecstasy to the
mindless room.  She was more now than just the hot, sensual young
woman the bachelor had expected to find, her response to his
fucking growing as though it were all that mattered in the world.
The warm rubbery flesh of her rectum seemed to pull and suck at
his skewering finger, wanting it deeper and deeper up inside her
as he drove it through the tight, greedy grasp of her tiny anus.
Her whole body was coming to life, her buttocks grinding smoothly
under the long hard plunges of his throbbing cock, raising up to
swallow hungrily his deepest drives, then gripping his hips
between her straining thighs as if not wanting him to pull out of
her again.  She raised her legs up, opening her thighs even wider
to his thrusts, and she arched her nakedly grinding hips up to
meet him, writhing and twisting around the lust-knotted rod of
flesh shoved to the furthest reaches of her wildly churning cunt.
     "Ooooohhh, Godddd!  Yessssss!"
     He couldn't stop himself.  Sheri looked and felt so
explosively sensual as she moaned and squirmed passionately
beneath him, his desire-bloated balls could no longer hold back
the insistent pressure of his sperm.  Then, like a boiler about to
explode, the white hot cum began its wild dash toward the blood-
filled head of his swollen penis.  Slamming his hips forward to
completely bury his bursting cock inside her fiery young belly, he
arched his back and threw his head up as the first gratifying
surge of his climax shot deep into her hungrily clasping cunt.  He
couldn't stop it, and his penis swelled to massive proportions as
it fired out the raging semen with wild staccato jerks.
     "Oooohhh ... ohhhhh!  Goddddd!  I'm cummmmiinnnngggg!"  The
young teenager twisted violently on the pillows beneath her body
as she felt the blast of searing male cum splash into the wildly
spasming depths of her cunt.  Her mind swam with a thousand lewd
images as she kicked her legs out wide and ground her lust-heated
young vaginal passage up hard against his loins, her belly seeming
to explode in violent answer to his hotly spewing sperm.  The
wickedly forbidden feeling of his middle finger buried deep in her
burning rectum seemed only to intensify everything she felt, and
she wanted it all, again and again and again.
     "Oooooohhhhh, fuck me!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she
chanted the obscene words mindlessly beneath him.
     His emptying balls seemed to dash right past the head of his
squirting cock, his mind deep within the liquid depths of her
crazily sucking cunt, and her heated orgasmic secretions suddenly
gushed back out around the thick base of his throbbing penis.
Tiny pearl-like drops of cum clung briefly to the curling blonde
strands of her pubic hair before slowly running down the
widespread crevice of her buttocks to moisten his finger buried
deep in her puckered anus below.  He bucked insanely over her
sweat-slick body, filling her steadily milking pussy with his
boiling cum until it overflowed again and again out her tightly
locked cuntal lips and down onto the cushions beneath.
     "Ooohhhhhhh ... uuugggghhhh!  Ugghh!" Sheri groaned as her
belly rippled nakedly with the passion she had so long tried to
deny herself, and she was lost in the frenzied heat of total
sexual abandonment.  For several moments she hung suspended on the
peak of ecstasy, her newly matured young cunt welded hotly to the
fleshy shaft squirting out its liquid fire into the hidden
recesses of her now unquenchable pussy, and there was no way on
earth she could deny the sheer animal pleasure it gave her.  She
was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred,
and she wanted it to go on forever and ever.
     For several long moments, Ward's heavily jerking cock
throbbed out the last of his steaming cum, filling her satiated
little cunt, with the final rippling spasms of his orgasm.  But
then he was exhausted, spent, and his arms trembled, feeling like
they could no longer hold up his sperm-drained body.  He fell
heavily on top of her still slightly jerking body, pulling his
middle finger from her heated anus as he groaned and gasped for
air.
     It was over, but she didn't want it to stop.  Wiggling her
buttocks sensuously up against his deflating cock, she tried
desperately to milk more life from his cum-drained balls, but then
her muscles, too, felt the strain of their wild, uncontrolled
lovemaking.  Slowly the spasms in her belly died down, and for a
brief moment she remembered how she had come to be in her present
position.  She knew she should be angry with her boyfriend, but
the newly discovered pleasure of sexual passion had dissipated her
initial fury.
     The ceiling stopped spinning above her, and Sheri remembered
that she was lying on her back, her body naked beneath the
partially clad man that she had promised herself would not be the
one to take her virginity.  His limp penis was still clamped
inside her cum-flooded pussy while the combined secretions of
their mutual climax trickled slowly down between the cheeks of her
buttocks, warming the tiny puckered opening to her rectum.  Sheri
tried to make herself angry again, working up steam to tell him
off for the way he treated her, but all she could do was laugh to
herself.  She had lost her virginity, but she never considered
that a big prize, had she?  What was important was the experience
of sexual involvement, and now that she had a taste of it, she
knew that she had to have it often.
     When Ward began to stir, his breathing coming more evenly,
her only thoughts were concerned with him.  She hoped he'd liked
what he had just taken, as she could think of no other way to get
him to spend Christmas vacation with her, and now she couldn't
imagine going through those three weeks without getting fucked,
often and hard!



                            Chapter 3

     Walking back toward Sheri's apartment in the darkness of late
evening, her brother Kevin felt an entirely different atmosphere
from what he had experienced late that afternoon on the same
street.  The tall palms, dark and bulky against the night sky,
should have seemed foreboding, but he missed that aspect of the
street completely.  Where earlier it had seemed staid and
lifeless, the lighted houses now appeared warm and inviting, and
there was no doubt in his mind about the human qualities of the
people within.  The surroundings radiated with warmth, matching
the almost iridescent waves radiating from his satisfied ego ...
to say nothing of his body.  It had been quite an evening!
     He had asked Susan Hatton, wonderful Susan, to drop him off
several blocks from his sister's apartment, as he needed time to
think before returning to the unfamiliar apartment and the certain
questions from his sister.  He walked in a semi-daze, his gait
somewhat buoyant, as if his feet were hardly touching the ground,
and in his mind, he recounted again and again the events of the
past few hours, imagining far more significance in each turning
point than was actually deserved.
     Susan had been late, more than half an hour overdue, and he
had considered his waiting of major consequence.  Had he become
angry, nervous, or simply given up and left, the whole thing would
never have happened!  Actually, he had considered giving up after
the first fifteen minutes, but it was because he had little else
to do and nowhere to go that he remained standing in front of the
apartment window.
     He was watching the undulating hips of a young female
stroller when a large, expensive Cadillac came speeding up the
street and suddenly U-turned in the middle of the street.
Immediately his heart began to pound in his chest, but in spite of
his overwhelming curiosity, he held back from going out to the
curb, waiting to be sure the car was going to stop.  It did, and
when he saw the girl behind the steering wheel, he stayed frozen
to the spot, taking in a vision he had not anticipated.
     She got out of the car on the driver's side, and for a moment
he figured she was someone else, possibly someone just visiting
the apartment building, but as she came around the vehicle, there
was no doubt that she was staring up at him.  He silently thanked
his sister as the girl came into full view, her appearance far
better than he ever would have expected.  In fact she was
downright sexy!
     Her pretty young face was smooth and unblemished, a face that
could easily be taken as that of an innocent young girl, but there
was something more, something in her look that implied experience.
Her reddish-brown hair was straight and long, the purposely uneven
ends falling at least six inches below her shoulders, and its
thick lushness was such that he thought it would be a joy to
touch.  He was relieved to see she was wearing a casual outfit,
the cardigan sweater with large buttons down the front, and a
short skirt of material similar to the sweater, and his eyes
roamed excitedly over the lush young figure her clothes revealed.
     "You must be Kevin, Sheri's brother?" she said, her voice
soft and pleasant when he reached the curb, slightly out of
breath.  She extended her right hand as she came up beside him,
and he touched it lightly, feeling the warmth of her flesh against
his palm.
     "Right you are.  And you're Susan of course!"
     She nodded in answer, her bright blue eyes flashing as she
openly looked him over.  He held her hand a little too long to be
a simple greeting, and the moment that they stood face to face
seemed like hours of intense wonder.  He remembered it as being
the time of decision, the second major event of the evening.
     As he thought back on it while walking home to the apartment,
he couldn't clearly remember what he had said after the initial
meeting, but instead it had seemed like he took command so to
speak, guiding her to the expensive Caddy, then sliding behind the
wheel himself.  He didn't think he had even bothered to ask if she
minded his driving her car.  One thing had been certain however,
and that had been his total unconcern about where they went for
dinner.
     "If you're really hungry, we can go to a restaurant, but what
do you say we just grab a hamburger somewhere?"
     It was the right thing to say, though he wasn't aware of it.
Susan liked his manner, because he obviously wasn't trying to
impress her with money.
     "Hamburgers sound fine."
     Her reply had made things simple for him, and he happily
drove the expensive car toward one of the nearby drive-ins.
     They conversed along the way, but it was mostly small talk,
the kind that feels out the other person without being too
blatant.  As he had surmised, the car was her father's, but he was
surprised to learn that she had lied to her parents and was
supposed to be out with other girls from her high school tonight.
     "It was the only way I could get my father to give me the
car.  I didn't want to go into any long explanation.  He was late
getting home, and I was afraid you wouldn't wait," she said
smiling mischievously.
     The prattle continued while they ate hamburgers and French
fries, and they became so engrossed with each other, they got
hungry all over again.  Kevin was first to suggest having
something else, and she readily agreed.
     "You know, I'd like another hamburger!"
     "Me too!" she replied, and they both laughed.
     They ate their second "dinner" in an even more relaxed mood
than the first.  They joked about each other's schools, and
compared notes on the types of teachers each had.  Through it all,
however, he couldn't keep his mind off Susan's sexy body.
     The top two buttons of her sweater had been left unfastened
and just enough of her young firm breasts was exposed to keep him
somewhat distracted.  The lush fullness filled her sweater nicely,
and he was pretty sure that the small pointed impressions in the
middle meant she was wearing no brassiere.  When she leaned
forward across the narrow table, he could look in the open top of
her sweater and see the upper part of her hugely-set breasts and
the narrow valley plunging down into darkness between their firm,
full roundness.  When that happened, it was difficult for him to
hear what she was saying.
     Several times during the meal his cock jerked hotly in his
pants from just looking at her, and, as chance would have it, when
they finished eating he was painfully hard.  He stayed seated,
waiting for his hard-on to recede, and the moment he thought it
would no longer be noticeable, he jumped up and suggested they
leave.  It wasn't until they were back in her car that he realized
he didn't know where to go next.
     "Anything special you'd like to do?" he asked, putting the
burden on her.  He knew what he wanted to do, but he felt it might
be a little too early to just drive somewhere and park.
     "We're near a place I know.  You drive, and I'll give
directions," she answered, her smile telling him more than he
understood.
     He realized later that if he had known where she was guiding
him, he most probably would have been too nervous to take
advantage of the situation when they got there.  He had believed
she was talking about an ice cream parlor or something, and had
driven innocently along according to her directions, all the time
wishing that he had a private place to take her.  In retrospect,
it was his success at covering his surprise when they reached "the
place," that had to be the final significant turning point on the
road to his achievement of the evening.  What remained was etched
clearly in his mind as an event he knew he would never forget.
     He had driven the car without conscious concern where her
directions were taking them, but instead, he thought about the
places he might go later in the evening.  He was frustrated by his
lack of knowledge of the area, and he was unable to come up with a
satisfactory conclusion to his thoughts.  There was no place he
knew of that would be private enough to make him feel comfortable
in his efforts to conquer her luscious young body.  But his
frustration was quickly replaced by excitement when he realized
where Susan Hatton was guiding him.
     "Turn left there ... on the other side of that big oak tree!"
she said.
     It suddenly dawned on the teenager that they were headed
toward the low coastal hills, and when he saw the narrow dirt road
beyond the large oak tree, he realized she wasn't talking about
just any old place.  In the rear view mirror he could see the
shimmering lights of the harbor area, spread out below ... a
carpet of colored jewels.
     "Stop here!" she said suddenly.
     "O.K., you fooled me.  I haven't the slightest idea where we
are," he said, looking around the deserted area.  Once the car
headlights were shut off, the nearest light he could see appeared
to be miles away.
     "Simple.  This is the beginning of a new suburban housing
development.  Out there about half a mile is where the first
buildings are going up," she said pointing over to her right.
     It was too dark for him to see what she was pointing at, but
he nodded to imply that he understood, though he didn't.  If it
wasn't for the dull glow from the city lights far below them on
the hill, he thought he wouldn't even be able to see her sitting
next to him.
     "That's very interesting.  How did you know about this
place?"  He made the comment lightly, but he was seriously
interested in knowing.  He still wasn't sure how much experience
she had, and if she had been in that spot with others in the past,
he would have some idea of what he could expect to get from her.
     "That's easy, my father engineered this whole thing!"  She
gestured with her arms as if to indicate everything around them.
     He was impressed, but he didn't show it, as he was more
interested in why she had led him to that spot.  It certainly
wasn't just to show him her father's development!
     "I don't think I could ever get any work done having a view
like that to look at all day ... Kinda spectacular, huh?"  He
wanted to get the conversation back to themselves.
     "I thought you'd like what you could see up here," she
stated, her double meaning unmistakable.
     "I do," he said turning to look at her.  He was still sitting
directly behind the steering wheel, and she was across the wide
seat, almost against the door.  But her eyes seemed to beckon to
him, an invitation to slide over next to her voluptuous young
figure.  Her long, tapering legs were stretched out in front of
her, but not crossed, and in that position, her already short
skirt seemed even shorter to him.  The smooth white flesh of her
thighs was almost completely exposed, and he felt a twitch in his
pants as he imagined what was nestled a few scant inches up from
the hem of that tantalizingly short skirt.
     He hesitated, not realizing that his pause had a dramatic
effect, and when she rolled her tongue slowly over the soft red
oval of her parted lips, he moved over toward her.  Her eyes
stayed fixed on his, as if she were overcome by his intense
physical presence, and it was enough to give him all the
confidence he needed.  She was willing and ready, of that he felt
certain, but for how much, he didn't know.
     His mind was filled with questions as he leaned close to her,
his mouth slightly open as he pressed it against her parted lips.
He didn't really know very much about Susan Hatton, and he was
wondering if she was actually only interested in some innocent
petting.  But then he felt the warm, wet flesh of her tongue
slipping between their tightly joined lips, and the unusual thrill
that danced through his loins made him decide to go for broke.
     A feverish sense of urgency took hold of him, and he answered
her kiss, driving his tongue deep inside the warm moist cavern of
her mouth in a plunging search for heightened pleasure.  She
responded by opening her mouth wider, and her reaction encouraged
him to explore her sensually curved young body with his hands.
     Caressing her softness through the warm, smooth material of
her sweater, the eager sixteen year old found that even limited
contact with her body made his blood begin to boil.  His desire-
engorged penis was painfully hardened in the restrictive
confinement of his pants, and he twisted on the car seat in an
effort to get comfortable.  He wanted to open his fly to free his
rigidly lengthened cock, but it was an action that he couldn't
bring himself to do.  It had to wait until he was sure she was
ready to let him put it to work, and while letting his hands roam
more intimately over her, he still was afraid of moving too
quickly, too soon.
     He kissed her harder, his tongue teasing at the sensitive
inner flesh of her mouth, believing his action would distract her
from his real purpose as he ran the palm of one hand up over the
tips of the full rounded mounds of her breasts.  Even with the
sweater between, he knew that he was feeling the erect bud of her
nipple, and the idea of seeing her breasts naked made him even
bolder.  With the fingers of one hand, he unfastened the buttons
running down the front of her sweater, unaware that she was
sloping her shoulders forward to make his efforts easier, and once
the last button was undone, he pushed the soft material to either
side.
     He was surprised to find she was wearing no brassiere, even
though he'd thought before that she probably wasn't.  The direct
contact with her warm smooth flesh made his heartbeat quicken, and
he cupped his hand over one soft resilient mound, feeling the
hardness of her tiny nipple.  His fingers instinctively squeezed
the pliant flesh, rolling the bud-like tip between his thumb and
forefinger, and the provocative brunette reacted by twisting her
lips from his, then moving her mouth close to his ear.
     "Let me kiss your thing," she had whispered, and then for
emphasis, she had moved her hand over the excitedly rising bulge
in his pants.
     Reflecting on it as he walked along the quiet street, Kevin
wondered what exactly had gone through his mind when his date for
the evening had spoken those stimulating words.  What had followed
occurred quickly, though each second of it was as vivid in his
memory as if it had just happened.  He knew that Susan's
suggestion had without a doubt appealed to him, but he had it in
his mind then to fuck her, and he guessed he'd thought to take her
up on her offer at a later time.  He wished he had her sensual
young mouth around the head of his cock right now as he walked
along the street, but somehow he had the idea that he would never
see her again.  The earlier events of the evening now seemed
almost unreal, as even the place they were parked had been too
good to be true.  It was so isolated that he didn't have to worry
about someone interrupting them, and he thought perhaps that was a
help in what happened next.
     His sensitive young penis had jerked in his pants as her hand
rubbed against its hardness, and he thought he would be unable to
hold back his boiling sperm when he realized her fingers were
unzipping his fly.  Christ, he had to get into her pussy, and
fast!  Dropping his hand from her breast, he reached under the hem
of her skirt to slide his fingers up between her soft inner
thighs.  He was anticipating difficulty with her panties in the
close confines of the car, but as his fingers moved closer to his
goal, he felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair against them.  For
a second, he hesitated, but then, as his hand moved on up between
her slightly parted thighs, he suddenly felt his fingers pressing
into her warm, naked cunt.  Susan wasn't wearing panties!
     Trembling with excitement, he traced the unfamiliar outline
of her wetly waiting pussy, running his fingers over the soft
hair-covered mound that was divided by the narrowest of slits up
between her legs.  Her pubic hair was soft and silky in texture,
and he parted it with his middle finger to feel the warmly
pulsating flesh of her vaginal lips.  By that time she had his
zipper down and was working with the fastener at the waist of his
pants while he slowly and carefully worked his finger up into the
hair-fringed folds of her moistly seeping cunt.  She stopped her
frantic groping for his penis for a moment and clamped her legs
together, trapping his hand tightly between her inner thighs.  It
was like he was directing her thoughts as his middle finger
pressed against her clitoris, and she moaned aloud from the wild
stimulation it created.
     "Ooooohhh ... yesss ... Oh, Kevin, rub it there!"
     Feeling the hardened little pleasure bud under his fingertip,
he rolled it back and forth, and each movement of his finger
seemed to be amplified through her twisting body like great
crashing waves.  She intermittently groaned and gasped as he
massaged her clitoris with quickening motions, and her entire body
seemed to be guided by his middle finger, suspending her in
thrilling ecstasy.  Then, as if she had never stopped, she again
started working with the clasp of his pants, only her actions now
were more frantic, creating a tantalizing new feeling of mystery
and urgency.
     With his mind already imagining the stirring excitation of
having her hand on his nakedly upstanding penis, Kevin moved his
middle finger down the soft, curl-covered furrow of the brazen
girl's pussy until he felt the warm moisture around the tight
little opening of her cunt.  Screwing his finger into the smooth,
butter-soft flesh, he wormed it unhesitatingly up inside the
narrow passageway until his palm was pressed flat against her
naked pubic mound.  At the same moment that the slick wet walls of
her pussy flesh clamped tightly around his middle finger, she
succeeded in getting his rigid cock free of his pants.
     Clear of the confining material, his blood-filled shaft
swelled even larger, purple veins throbbing with pumping blood as
she grasped it in her hand.  He was anticipating the contact, and
when it came, his whole body tensed with exhilarating desire.
After a moment of exploring its rigid shape with her fingers, she
began to tease and stroke his excitedly pounding member while
grinding her own widely spread pelvis down against his lewdly
buried finger, and a flood of passion took over his mind and body.
He had to get inside of her ... had to ... had to fuck her until
every drop of his cum was drained from his sperm-bloated balls.
     "Now," he groaned, twisting across the car seat to position
himself on the floor in front of her.  It was awkward as his pants
dropped down around his thighs, but there was enough room in the
large car so that he could position himself on his knees between
her wide-spread legs.  His erectly jutting cock was pointing
toward the spot his finger had probed only seconds before, and
that was the way he wanted it.
     The floor of the car felt hard under his knees, but he did
not concern himself with the minor discomfort.  It was his first
real chance to see what he had been fondling with his fingers.  He
stared with excited anticipation as the teenage girl, her eyes
glazed with lust, pulled her skirt up and bunched it obscenely
around her hips.
     There was no question about her being aroused, and yet at the
same time her slow, deliberate hip movements were driving him
crazy.  It was the most sexually stimulating sight he'd ever seen,
and it was all he could do to hold back and not lunge for her
immediately.  Her open sweater was a soft frame for the twin
mounds of her proudly quivering breasts, and the dark pink nipples
that crowned the lust-inciting flesh were hardened like raised
buttons.  But more important to him at that moment was the simple
fact that her hot young pussy was completely exposed to his gaze.
Her naked lower torso was a glowing white expanse of warm feminine
flesh, and nestled right below her flat belly, there between her
soft inner thighs, was the silky smooth curve of her curl-rimmed
little pussy!
     He looked up, awe-struck for a second, and his heartbeat
quickened as he saw the tip of her tongue roll slowly and wetly
around her full sensual lips.  Her breasts seemed to quiver with
her heavy breathing.  Then she was sinking down, squirming her
naked buttocks across the seat toward the smooth, rubbery flesh at
the head of his throbbing cock.  She hesitated for an instant, but
then gasped as if having to resign herself to a craving need.  As
she slouched down, her wide-splayed knees rising, she moved her
glistening pink pussy lips to the edge of the seat, close enough
so that the wisps of her dark pubic hair were brushing lightly
against the tip of his rigid penis.
     "Ooooh, do it to me ... Fuck me, Kevin ... NOW!"
     Her lewd words reverberated through his lust-crazed brain, a
mixture of sensual pleading and positive demand.  Groaning with
unleashed passion, the young teenager arched his hips forward,
thrusting at her open little cunt mouth with urgent abandon, but
she held him back with her hands on his shoulders as if cautioning
him to go slowly.  Feeling ashamed of his display of over-
eagerness, he slowed down, but his testicles throbbed with the
pressure of swirling sperm as she used the tip of his blood-
engorged penis to teasingly part the thin hair-lined slit of her
pussy.  It was all he could do to keep from spewing his cum all
over her naked belly right then, as the smooth, tickling contact
of her pussy hairs sent shock after shock of violent pleasure up
the length of his rigidly swollen cock.
     Then it was there.  The lust-thickened cock-head was pressing
into the tight wet mouth of her vagina, and she raised her
buttocks up off the seat as if signaling that she was ready to
suck him up inside her desire-inflamed flesh.
     Kevin's only thought was to get his painfully aching young
cock buried in her heated cuntal depths, and nothing could have
stopped him then, including the girl changing her mind.  He
pressed forward, feeling the resistance of the elastic-like outer
lips give way to his rock-hard penis, and for a moment the pink
flesh of her tight young cunt rolled inward with his thrust.  But
then, the path was suddenly clear, and he snapped his hips
forward, driving his long hard rod of flesh deep up inside the
tightly clasping passage until the whole pulsating head was caught
in the unyielding grip of her cunt mouth.
     "Ooooohhh, darling!  You're so biggg!" Susan moaned through
passion-tensed lips, and she spread her legs, pulling her knees as
far apart and as far back as was possible in the close confinement
of the car seat.
     Kevin was in complete control of the situation now, and he
knew it, although this was the first time he'd ever fucked a girl.
She was at his mercy.  He ground his heavily throbbing cock
forward a fraction of an inch at a time, and each tiny advance
brought a squeal of pleasure from the depths of the wealthy girl's
throat.  His pounding cock seemed to grow even larger as it
gradually unfolded deeper and deeper in her tight warm pussy
flesh, and he could feel the walls of the flowering passage
parting before him and sucking wetly and warmly all around the
sensitized shaft of his cock.  It was almost more than he could
stand, yet the apparent mastery he experienced over her body and
mind at that moment kept him from ramming the whole length of his
cock up into her quivering belly with one vicious thrust.  As he
ground his buttocks around, fucking deeper and deeper, she seemed
to become more and more frantic with lust, and finally with all of
his senses stimulated, the youth could no longer proceed bit by
bit.  The sight, smell and feel of her sensually squirming body
was just too overwhelming, and with nearly half of his rock-hard
cock still protruding from her tautly locked pussy, he thrust
forward to drive the remaining length all the way home.
     "Ooooohhh ... God!  Uuuuggghhh!"  She cried out as the
fullness of his thickly pulsating flesh drove mercilessly up the
desire-moistened passage of her resisting cunt until the blunt tip
smashed heavily into her cervix.  His almost hairless young loins
slapped up against her cock-pierced loins with a loud thud, the
impact causing the full twin mounds of her breasts to jiggle on
her chest.
     For a moment he was afraid to move, as the sensation of her
tight vagina rippling warmly around his flaming cock made it lurch
perceptibly close to orgasm, and he took several quick breaths in
an effort to still the sperm in his pounding balls.  Jesus!  In
her own car, he was fucking the most sensual female animal he'd
ever known in his life, the first woman he'd ever fucked in his
life!  He had to get on with it, and quick!
     She began to moan softly in his ear, grinding her naked
buttocks up hungrily against his loins, and the tantalizing motion
made his cock jerk several times deep inside her burning womb.
     Feeling every inch of her contracting cunt around his deeply
imbedded shaft, he withdrew with a long even stroke until only the
huge, bulbous head remained inside the clasping mouth of her
pussy.  Her obscene undulations seemed even more animated now, as
though begging him to plunge back up into her, and he acknowledged
her unspoken plea with a vicious forward thrust, ramming into her
belly with agonizing force.
     "Aaaaaggghh ... Oooohh ... Yesss, lover!  Like that!  Like
that!"
     The silken hair-covered lips of her cunt seemed to snap up
his lengthy cock as he drove it to maximum depth, the smooth wet
walls rippling before it as the thick head skewered even deeper
into her quaking belly.  What a fuck ...  What a wild, ecstatic
fuck, he thought, better than he'd ever expected his first time to
be.  Her eyes, wide open, looked down over jiggling breasts at the
thick rod of male flesh ramming up between her milk-white legs,
and the harder he drove, the wider her eyes became.  Her tongue
flicked wetly out of her sensuous mouth again and again, as if
tasting some invisible pleasure that clung to her soft parted
lips.  Her breasts, ripe, round and pointed, were rising and
falling with her excited breathing, and the dark material of her
skirt bunched at her waist served as startling contrast to their
pale form.  It was a sight he had dreamed about many times.
     He fell into an easy rhythmic motion, his hands gripping her
smoothly flaring hips to control the violent pace, and he too
stared in awe at the glistening pussy that seemed to be perfectly
made for his rigid penis.  On the long instroke his pubic hair
would entangle with the thin dark wisps of her sparsely growing
pubic curls, his cum-heavy balls slapping into the deep crevice
dividing her ass-cheeks.  Leaning back, he could watch the pink
flanges of her tightly gripping cunt roll outward with his
withdrawing penis as if wanting to hold on, keeping it from ever
leaving her hungering cuntal depths.  The sight was exhilarating,
and the lust-crazed young teenager drove his cock deep into the
very core of her loins on the verge of exploding with his growing
need.
     Susan was grinding back and forth beneath his long hard
thrusts, her knees lifted up and out wide, spreading her
vulnerable young cunt to his will.  Her deep throaty groans became
louder and louder, and she pulled at his waist with her hands,
seeming to plead for her final and complete submissive debasement.
     "Oh yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, lover!  Fuck me hard like that!
Fuck me!" she chanted, the lewd lust-inciting words intoned to
each of his frantic yet rhythmic strokes.
     There were so many things he wanted to do to her while he had
her like this, numerous images of sexual fantasy filling his brain
so quickly that he didn't know where to begin, and the thoughts of
those pleasures were so intense, he knew he was destined to finish
before he ever really got started.  She was just too arousing, too
animalistic in her sexual frenzy, and he was unable to contain
himself any longer.
     "God ... going to cum ... I'm ... uugghhh!"
     He jerked his hips forward with hard urgent thrusts, the
swollen, blood-filled head of his cock buried deep in her burning
cunt, and he gasped again and again as he struggled to hold back
his boiling sperm another second.  An electric sensation at the
tip of his deep-sunk cock sent pleasure signal after pleasure
signal up the turgid length of his thickly distended shaft, and
his balls released the heated cum with swift reply.
     Groaning, Kevin shoved his full quivering length into her
wide-splayed cunt as the sperm dashed wildly through his heavily
jerking young penis, and he groaned again as the first shattering
burst of thick male cum shot out with tremendous force from the
dilated tip and splashed deep into her receptively waiting vaginal
channel.  She was ready for it, and she shoved her hips up to meet
his forward lunge, locking him tightly against her pelvis with the
backs of her calves wrapped serpent-like around his hard-driving
buttocks.
     "Oooohhh!  God, lover!  Give it to meee!  Give it to meee!
I'mmm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
     The soft wet walls of her spewing cunt seemed to ripple
crazily up and down the full length of his jerking cock, flash
after flash of her orgasm exploding from deep in her naked belly.
Her sensuality was all consuming, and Kevin felt the overpowering
sensations might last forever.  She squirmed and writhed against
his squirting, swollen cock, gasping and moaning alternately as
the thrills of her own orgasm racked through her luscious young
body, and the combined juices of their mutual climax dripped
slowly back out around the thick base of his penis, soaking their
tangled pubic hair with its warm, clinging stickiness.
     What a way to go ...  What a beautiful fucking way to go!
Kevin thought, realizing that his cock was half-hard again, trying
to put the images of young Susan Hatton out of his mind as he
neared the entrance to the apartment building.  His date had ended
abruptly after his still jerking young cock had pulled from her
satiated vagina.  She had hurriedly buttoned up her sweater and
pulled her skirt down, and without speaking had slid behind the
wheel and started the car.  A bit confused by her actions, he had
held back saying anything until they were close to his sister's
apartment, and then he had simply asked her to drop him there.
She had said something earlier, but he'd paid little attention to
her.  He was totally overcome by his own reaction to the evening,
and since he would be returning to Santa Maria after the Christmas
vacation, he doubted there was much chance of seeing Susan again,
anyway.
     When he entered the apartment grounds, he stopped for a
moment to look at the building, dark against the night sky, and as
he'd expected, everything around him looked different.  Everything
looked different to the young teenager now that he was no longer a
virgin.  But the most important element of his adventures that
evening was that they held out the promise of other, more daring
experiences, and he made a mental note to keep that fact foremost
in his mind.  By doing so, he felt certain that even the Christmas
vacation might prove to be as exhilarating as tonight.



                            Chapter 4

     The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's
radio her sole companion.  Understandably, Donna Howell was weary.
Add the facts that she had slept restlessly the previous night,
had left much later than anticipated, was now traveling over an
unfamiliar road, and it was not hard to understand that the blonde
schoolteacher was slightly irritable as well.
     It was an exhausted Donna Howell who finally stumbled into
the lobby of the Ahwahnee Hotel, inquired about her family, and
dutifully followed the bag-toting bell captain across the terrace,
over a rough-hewn bridge, and up to the door of a large, single
story cabin tucked under stately pines in the shadow of the
towering main building.
     And it was a bubbling, stretch-pants and ski sweater clad
daughter who answered the bell captain's knock.
     "Mom!  There you are!  We were worried."  Donna smiled a
greeting to her daughter, then followed the bell captain inside.
Her eyes widened in surprise at the handsome man who rose from his
chair and followed the now empty-handed hotel employee back to the
door, filling it with a single crisp note.  Donna's mouth must
have been gaping open because when the stranger turned, his eyes
suddenly crinkled with matching incredulity.
     "Mom.  This is Ward Murdock," Sheri said cheerfully.
     Donna was too stunned to speak.  Good God, she thought, he's
nearly my own age!
     "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Howell," he replied
expectantly.
     A short, but definitely awkward silence followed.  Finally
Donna managed a crisp: "Mr. Murdock."  Then, swinging around, her
eyes challenging Sheri's, she asked: "Where's Kevin?"
     "He met another boy," Sheri answered, "who's staying at the
hotel and they've gone over to the Camp Curry ice skating rink
with the boy's family.  He said not to worry, they invited him to
dinner, and not to expect him back until nine."
     Donna was too stunned to think clearly, but sober enough to
wonder what was happening to her close-knit family.  First this
strange older man and then Kevin not being here when she arrived.
The exhaustion of the day caught up with her, and she suddenly
felt giddy.  Stretching out one arm, she steadied herself against
a nearby chair.
     "You look tired, Mrs. Howell," Ward Murdock said pleasantly.
"Can I fix you a drink?"
     "A drink?"
     "Ward makes excellent martinis," Sheri interjected.  "And
just wait until you see all the groceries and things he bought
us."
     Donna glanced at the coffee table and noted the martini
glasses and pitcher.  It was apparent that he had been about to
prepare drinks.  Maybe a drink would steady her nerves, she
thought.  She nodded yes, and then realized that, by her own word,
Sheri had experienced this man's martinis before.
     "I was about to mix a batch, but if you'd prefer something
else?"
     "No.  A martini sounds fine.  Thank you."
     Donna moved to the couch and sat down next to Sheri as Ward
began busily mixing the drinks.  When he served them, she took a
sip before remembering she hadn't eaten since breakfast.  Being
tired and not having eaten was a dangerous combination, she
realized, but the drink did taste good and she quickly drank it
down.
     "Would you care for another?" Ward asked.
     "I really shouldn't, Mr. Murdock."
     "... Ward," he interjected.
     "Ward," she repeated.  "But it was very good."
     He needed no further incentive, and the confused young mother
did not object when he refilled her glass.  The three of them sat
sipping their martinis, interspersing the consumption of alcohol
with small talk.  Ward was very suave and polite, asking Donna
questions about school, and he proved to be surprisingly
knowledgeable about teaching.  It came to her as no great shock
when he explained he was an assistant professor of English
Literature at San Diego State, and Donna, with the aid of alcohol,
began to warm to his easy banter.  After a half hour and one more
martini, Ward abruptly asked:
     "I was planning to take Sheri to the hotel for dinner.  I
hope you'll join us."
     "Thank you," she said rising, "but I really can't tonight.
It's been a long day for me, and to be quite honest, I welcome the
opportunity to go to bed early."
     "Oh, Mom!  You need to get out more, and you can't have eaten
already.  Won't you change your mind?" Sheri asked.
     "No, really, I can't, but don't let me hold you two up.  I'm
sure you must be famished."
     "Maybe tomorrow night then?" Ward said, rising.
     "Perhaps ..." Donna replied indecisively, weariness clearly
evident in her tone.
     "Well, if I can't change your mind, we'll be going ..."
     Donna walked with them to the front door, then stood in the
open doorway until they had disappeared over the bridge, across
the terrace, and into the hotel.  Closing the front door, Donna
walked slowly back into the living room, staring vacantly at the
coffee table, her mind whirring with concerned thoughts.
Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the
remainder into her empty glass, and drained it in one gulp.  The
burning sensation in her throat seemed to suddenly bring her to
her senses.
     "Damn!" she exclaimed aloud, then set the glass down and
walked uncertainly toward the kitchen.  She was hungry and opened
the refrigerator, searching, but nothing looked appetizing.
Confused and upset, she decided the best thing to do was to go to
bed.
     She walked down the short hallway that led to the four
bedrooms and sitting room, checking each one as she passed.  Three
of the bedrooms, like the sitting room, were fairly small and each
contained partially unpacked suitcases, but the fourth bedroom,
the one next to Ward Murdock's, was quite large.  It had a
separate dressing room and bathroom, and she was pleased to note
that they had left it for her use.
     Donna returned to the living room for her own suitcase and
carried it back to her bedroom; the effort bringing into sharp
focus her weariness.  She did not often drink alcohol and the
effect of the four martinis left her gasping at even this
slightest exertion.
     She walked straight into the dressing room, and began to
disrobe, trying to keep her mind off her daughter.  It was too
much to believe that she might be involved with a man old enough
to be her father, a man that should more fittingly be dating a
woman her age instead of Sheri's.  Putting her dress on a hanger,
the troubled young mother then closed the closet door, and in the
process saw her own full reflection in the mirror mounted on the
outside.  Whether it was making a mental comparison with her
daughter, or just seeing how much her own age showed, she stood
there for a moment examining herself.
     She looked younger than thirty seven, that much she was
willing to concede, but she didn't think of herself as being very
attractive.  This opinion was part of her defense mechanism, and
she couldn't have been more off base.  Her body was still like
that of a girl in her early twenties, soft where she should be
soft, and firm in all the tight places.  She loosened her
brassiere, letting it fall away from her full, rounded breasts,
and though she wouldn't admit it, she was proud of the fact that
they still stood out high and proud without support.  Lowering her
hands to the elastic waistband of her panties, Donna shifted her
gaze down over her flat, still taut stomach, watching the smoothly
curved flesh of her buttocks come into view as she lowered her
white nylon panties.  An instant later she was staring at her
naked figure, and her eyes looked again and again at the soft
triangle of light blonde pubic hair.  It looked silky smooth and
untouched, a condition that had been the case for some time, and
she allowed herself to wonder for a moment if she really looked as
young as she appeared, or if it was just her imagination.  She
decided it had to be her old weakness asserting itself, and she
turned away from the mirror, grabbing a nightgown on her way to
the bathroom.
     After brushing her teeth, the young mother turned off all the
lights except the one by her bed, then turned down the covers and
stretched out between the cool sheets.  Once again feeling tired,
she switched off the bedside light, closing her eyes to wait for
peaceful sleep.  But it didn't come easily, as she couldn't stop
worrying about Sheri.
     Donna knew that she was going to have to find more time to
spend with her children.  Ward Murdock had aroused her protective
instinct.  Her daughter was young and innocent, and a man nearly
twice her age could quite easily get her to do things she might
later regret.  Yet, Donna thought, Ward was certainly acting like
a gentleman, and it was possible that he was only being kind,
taking the place of the father Sheri had never known.  Perhaps she
should give him the benefit of the doubt, Donna thought.  He
didn't seem the type to take advantage of a seventeen year old
girl.  Keeping that in mind, she began to drift off into a restful
void where sleep was not very sound.
     What exactly made Donna awaken with a start several hours
later, she didn't know, but suddenly she was sitting up in bed,
listening intently to the silence of the vacation cabin.  The
clock on the bedside table said one o'clock in the morning.
     It was unusual for her to wake up like that, and she listened
for some odd sound that might have disturbed her, but all she
heard was the hush of a winter morning.  She got out of bed and
started toward the dressing room to get a robe, when an odd
creaking sound made her freeze.
     It had seemed like it was right there in her own room, and
she listened intently, hearing faint, but distinct voices.  She
thought somebody was still up and the sound might be coming
through the heater vents.  But when she heard the voices again,
she realized they were not coming through the heater vents, but
from the next room, the room where Ward Murdock was sleeping.
     There was something wrong, something about it that made her
nervous and tense.  It was faint, but she was certain that it was
a female voice she was hearing, and her curiosity aroused, the
young mother moved carefully to the wall.  As she pressed her ear
against the wall, another creaking sound came through, and what
she heard kept her frozen to the spot.
     "Ohhh, wow!"
     It was Sheri.  There was no mistaking her giggle, and she
wondered what her daughter was doing in the next room, especially
considering the hour!  Then she heard a second voice, and it was
unquestionably Ward's.
     "Hey, ssshhh!  What about your mother?"
     "Don't worry, silly ... she was sound asleep when I looked
in.  Nothing wakes her up!"
     Were they only talking?  What was that other sound she kept
hearing?  Was it the bed?  Donna wanted to move away from the
wall, to go back to her own bed and put the whole thing out of her
mind, but she couldn't make her legs move.
     "Oooh, God! You're so hard, so big I'd like to take it into
my mouth and suck it ... let me kiss your cock, lover!"
     Donna was stunned, unable to believe that she had heard the
words correctly.  Her daughter, talking about that man's penis,
about taking it into her mouth and it was too horrible and
repulsive to believe!
     "Oooooohhhhhh ... ooohhh, honey! Your mouth ... breath ... so
warm ... ohh, yes!  Lick it like that," she heard Ward's voice
saying.  "Aaaahhh ... the way you make your lips ... so tight
around it!  Yes, yes, yes ... ohhh, Sheri ... your tongue!  Yes!
Oh, suck it, baby, yes, ohhhh!"
     "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
     "God that feels good!  Ssshhh!  Don't suck so loud ...
ooooohhh, wait ... no you don't ... get that beautiful little ass
over here ... there!  Your cunt's so warm and wet ... I want to
finger-fuck it while you suck my cock!"
     "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
     "God, ohhhhh!  Yes, like that!  Oooohhh, suck it baby!"  His
voice rose to a gruff whisper, and on the other side of the
bedroom wall, Donna stood petrified, unable to move.  She was
fascinated by the sounds of sheer lust coming from the next room.
"Oooohh, God!  Your hot little mouth is like butter ... ooooohh!"
     Donna's hands began to tremble, and she ran her tongue around
and around her lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she
suddenly felt.  She wanted to back away from the wall, from the
cabin, and escape the terrible obscene sounds that were so near.
Her mind was filling with vivid images of what was happening in
the next room, and it seemed so clear, so precise, she felt like
she was looking right through the wall.  It was awful.  Her own
seventeen-year-old daughter ... certainly not the innocent girl
she had believed her to be ... doing things that she herself had
never even imagined doing!  The horrified young mother was
immobilized by the sounds, by the involuntary thoughts of that
older man's muscular body stretched out nakedly on the bed, his
penis erect, its blood-swollen head sunk up inside the moistly
sucking oval of her daughter's mouth, and her long blonde hair
lying across his stomach, kneeling over him and performing the
terrible, unnatural act of fellatio while he finger-fucked her
innocent young vagina.
     His voice, gasping and groaning seemed to echo through the
wall, "Oooohhh ... don't let it slip out of your mouth ... ohh,
God, honey!"
     A lewd slurping noise seemed to penetrate the entire cabin.
"Ooohhh, lover!  My cunt's on fire ... let me get up over your
face so you can lick me ... lick it!  Ohhh!"
     "MMMmmmmmmm ... uuuugggghhhh!"
     "Like that.  Yes, yes!" Sheri wailed.  "Oh, God, your cock's
so hard, so warm and wet against my tongue ... Mmmmmmm, that's so
nice!"
     Donna's mind was screaming at her to run away, but, her body
wouldn't obey her mind.  She was transfixed by the words her ears
were hearing, the obscene sounds of sexual pleasures she hardly
knew existed!  It made her feel strange, as if she wasn't standing
there at all, but was somewhere else, dreaming that she was
hearing all this.
     "God!  Oooooohhh ... your teeth ... so sharp ... ooooh!"
Sheri was crying out in ecstasy now.  "Yesss, oh, oh, oh!
Yeeessss, lover, yeeessss!"
     "Sheri ... I've ... got to ... fuck you ... NOW!" Ward
Murdock was gasping, his voice coming unevenly, slurring out his
words.  "Got to ... put it in!"
     "Yes, yes ... do it to me like in the film, lover ... from
behind like the dog in the film ... slowly!"  And Donna gasped
again as she heard the lewd, unmistakable squeak of movement in
the bedsprings.
     "From behind?"
     "Yes, yes!  Put it in my cunt ... there!"
     "Oh, baby ... your ass ... cunt ... so goood!  Looks so good
with you kneeling in front of me like that!"
     "Ooooohh ... slooowwwlllyyy ... oh, God, yes yes yes!  Fuck
me good ... ooohh, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
     Donna could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body
beneath the folds of her nightgown.  And between her tightly
clenched thighs, she could feel her pussy tingling, quivering in a
strange way, like it had never done before.  It was beyond her
understanding, her mind, body, every nerve and fiber mesmerized
into a state of sensual shock.  It hadn't been like that even on
the nights she had succumbed to her own weakness.  These sounds
were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and reason somehow was
not important.  As if controlled by an outside force, the confused
mother moved automatically, her own intense and demanding physical
need all that mattered.
     Her left hand began to move down along her body to the narrow
curve of her waist and across her stomach to rest on her own
swollen pubic mound, then exploring, rubbing back and forth across
the soft material of her nightgown and then up underneath it as
her fingers searched lewdly between her trembling thighs.  A
strange exciting wetness seeped from her cuntal lips, running
freely from her lust-inflamed pussy.  Her right hand came up to
cup one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny nipple into
painful tautness through the restrictive nightgown.
     The moaning from within the next room was almost incoherent
now, as daughter and boyfriend thrashed about wildly on the bed in
sinful intercourse.  Donna gathered up her nightgown, bunching
fold upon fold of its silky material in her left hand and drawing
it farther and farther up around her firm, white thighs to expose
the lightly curling pubic hairs covering her pulsating cunt.
Holding the gown bunched at her waist, she lowered her right hand
slowly over her stomach to her hotly steaming pussy and began to
massage it as she had done before, knowing it was perverted and
wrong, but powerless to stop herself.  Pressing harder and harder,
her middle finger sliding wetly along the moist hair-lined slit,
she found her clitoris and gently began teasing the erect little
nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-consuming
sensual pleasure ripple through her body.  She dipped her finger
still lower, insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist,
inflamed cunt, and began pistoning in and out while her thumb
rubbed rapturously across her swollen clitoris.
     "Ooooohhhh, keep on, lover.  Don't stop!"  Sheri's voice
seeped through the wall.
     "Something new ... you'll like it ... wait!" came Ward's
muffled reply.
     There was a small cry of protest and the unmistakable
squashing sound of an erect cock pulling from a passion-drenched
vagina.  Donna heard them moving on the bed, or were they merely
moving up and down?
     "I'm going to fuck your tight little ass-hole, baby.  You'll
like it!" he said, his voice tense and straining.
     "Oh, God, yessss!  Put it in my ass-hole.  Fuck my ass-hole,
darling!" Sheri cried.
     "Uuuugghh.  God, you're tight back here!"
     "Aaagghh ... it hurts ... hurts, so good!  Don't stop!
Aaagghhhh!!"
     Trembling, Donna shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was
transpiring on the bed in the next room surging through her mind.
She could picture her young daughter bent over, kneeling with her
buttocks waving high in the air, her hands spreading the twin
cheeks wide and exposing the little brown ring of her anus to the
lewdly waiting cock.
     "Ooohh ... yesss, ohhh, yesss!" Sheri groaned.  "All of it,
lover.  Hurt me.  Jam your cock all the way up into my ass!"
     How could she?  How could her own child allow such an obscene
and unnatural act to be done to her?  Donna groaned in helpless
torment.  She heard the older man's lunging gasps as he drove deep
into Sheri's defenseless ass-hole.  She imagined his stiff cock
ramming into her teenage daughter's tiny puckered anus, skewering
it mercilessly as the full length of his heavily elongated cock
fucked in and out of the tight rubbery little hole.
     "Oooohhh, yesss.  Oooohh, ooohh, oooohhh!" came the terrible
sounds from the next room.  But as much as those sounds and the
lewd images in her brain were shocking her, they were also
stimulating her beyond reason.
     The bewildered young mother was caught up in the frenzy of
the moment, her entire body trembling with unwanted excitement.
She dropped down onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom, her
glistening thighs splaying wide.  A rush of cool air moved across
her steaming cunt, giving her a new thrill of ecstasy, and she
squirmed a second finger in next to the one already working there.
The wet sucking noises of her desperate finger-fucking pervaded
the master bedroom, as her voluptuous body heaved and jerked in
time to the rhythmically moving fingers between her open thighs,
and the tight flooding walls of the passage pulled and sucked
hungrily at her buried fingers.
     She cupped one breast almost brutally, squeezing the supple
flesh, pinching the tender nipple with wild, animal-like abandon.
Her whole lust-incensed body was writhing about on the floor in a
turbulence of self-induced passion.
     "Oh, baby, reach back under your cunt and squeeze my balls
... oh, God, yes!" Ward cried suddenly.  "Your ass ... so tight
... so tight!"
     "Ooohhh, yes, lover ... so good, so good ... I love your
cock, love it, love it!"
     Donna wanted to scream, to wail in unison with the two
nakedly locked bodies in the adjacent room as she hung on the edge
of her own release.  She was near, so near that mysterious peak,
delirious with her own sizzling passion.  She removed her hand
from her breast with conscious intent, and licking her left
forefinger, reached around under her smoothly rounded buttocks to
probe the tiny puckered ring of her own anus.  She shut out the
guilt, the knowledge that she was doing wrong.  Her mind was
caught up in her own depraved sexual hunger, and she didn't care
about anything else.  She wormed her finger slowly into the
resisting nether ring, and nearly went out of her mind with the
excitement of the entrance.
     "Your cock ... harder ... ooohh, God, lover, hurt me!  Fuck
my ass-hole harder!"
     "Can't hold back ... uuugghh ... I'm going to cummm!" Ward
groaned in response.
     Yes, oh, yes, Donna thought, me too, me too!  Insanely she
plunged her fingers into her wetly heated cunt, rubbing her
clitoris with her thumb, the middle finger of her other hand
impaled deep in the tight little opening of her anus, buried to
the second knuckle.  She too was going to cum!
     "Ooohh, lover, yesss.  Fill my ass-hole.  Give me your hot
cum.  Fill meeeeeee!"
     It almost seemed as if it was her voice crying out instead of
her daughter Sheri's and Donna drove harder and faster, deeper and
deeper, her body undulating under the pressure, gasping for
imminent release.
     "Aaagghh!" Sheri gasped, then her voice rose in pitch.
"Oooohhh, ooohhh, noooowwwww!  I'm cuummiinngg!"
     Ward's deep-throated cry of pleasure vibrated through the
wall as his sperm cascaded far up into Sheri's cock-split rectum.
"Yessss ... ooohh, yessssss!"
     It was as if she were controlled by the wild passion in the
other bedroom, and Donna felt her own body automatically react.
She strained, flaying her legs wide in spasmodic jerks and the
floor seemed to rumble beneath her.  Lifting herself up in a
convulsive arch, her fingers reaching for maximum depth in her
moisture-drenched cunt and burning rectum, she gasped out her own
climax.  Its tremendous force, rebounding through her quivering
belly, spilled out of her churning cunt around her deeply
implanted fingers, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to
where her other finger rotated deep up inside her rectum.
     How long it lasted, she didn't know, but suddenly spent and
exhausted, the young mother collapsed to the floor, her legs
trembling from effort, her breathing ragged.  She could still hear
noises in the next room, though they were no longer wild sounds of
passion, but now only soft sighs of contentment.  She lay there
for several minutes, waiting for strength to return so that she
could make her way back to the bed, and when finally her heart
stopped its wild pounding in her chest, she stood up and moved
cautiously on shaky legs.
     Stretching out on the bed, she felt the nightgown clinging
stickily to her inner thighs, a lewd and obscene reminder of her
self debasement.  She sat up abruptly, pulling the garment off
over her head, then slipped between the sheets naked, wanting to
sleep, wanting desperately to escape the thoughts that were
running wildly through her mind.  There was no longer any doubt
about her daughter's relationship with Ward Murdock, and it was
far worse than she had dared to imagine.  But what bothered her as
much as her teenage daughter's lost innocence was the fact that
her own lewdly inspired sexual experience had been so obviously
pleasurable.
     Trying desperately to block these images from her mind, Donna
lay perfectly still and waited for sleep to overtake her body.  As
she waited, another, more persistent thought emerged.
     Knowing now what Sheri had done, was it possible that her
little boy, too, had experimented with sex?  He had changed, his
tall, muscular body now that of a man's, not a boy, and in spite
of her efforts to resist, she couldn't help imagining him naked
and sexually aroused.  She shuddered with a mixture of revulsion
and excitement, ashamed with herself for having such thoughts, but
her dreams that night allowed her no escape.



                            Chapter 5

     Stepping out of the shower and feeling better, Donna Howell
hurriedly dried herself, being careful not to linger too long on
sensitive places.  It was late, almost noon, and she hadn't slept
that late in the day since she could remember.  She had concluded
that her feeling tired was the result of too much sleep, having
successfully put her restless dreams out of her mind.
     Once dry, she walked quickly into the dressing room, put on
brassiere and panties, then slipped into a comfortable shift.  The
cabin had been quiet since she awakened, and although she was not
anxious to face Sheri or Ward, she was curious to know what was
happening.  The incident she had overheard in the middle of the
night was far enough away now that she could look upon it with
some degree of objectivity, and she knew that it was essential for
her to become more of a mother than she had been in the past.
Somehow she had to make her daughter realize that a relationship
with Ward Murdock, a man old enough to be her father, was wrong.
How she might succeed in doing this, Donna wasn't sure, but she
did know something had to be done.  Why it could even affect Kevin
in some way, and that was totally unthinkable as far as she was
concerned.  It was too late to salvage Sheri's innocence, she had
to keep him from discovering their shameful relationship.
     She left the bedroom quietly, walking down the hallway
without looking in the bedroom where Ward and Sheri had performed
their indecent perversion the night before.  The thought of the
bizarre act made her spine tingle, though she wasn't able to
interpret her reaction as repulsion or wicked excitement.  She
just knew that she didn't dare even think about it.
     At the doorway of the living room, she hesitated, listening
for voices or some sound that would indicate what her children
were doing, but she heard nothing.  It seemed that she was alone
in the cabin, and she walked to the kitchen, seeking some sign of
activity.
     Breakfast dishes were placed in the sink, and the electric
percolator light was on, indicating that some coffee was still in
the pot.  The scent was pleasant, and she went to the cabinet
where cups were kept, taking one out.  When she picked up the
coffee pot to pour out the steaming liquid, she saw a note that
had been left beside it.  She finished pouring out a cup of coffee
before she picked up the note to read it.
     "Mom, didn't want to wake you, so hope you don't mind my
taking your car.  Have gone up to Badger to go skiing.  Expect
Sheri and Ward to join me.  Will be back by five.  Kevin."
     She smiled to herself as she reread the note.  An afternoon
of skiing was certainly innocent activity, even if Ward Murdock
was to be with them!
     It wasn't until Donna had finished cooking and eating some
bacon and eggs, that she began to feel rejected.  Normally after
eating breakfast she would be hurrying to school and to work, but
with the children gone, she felt the day would be wasted.  She
could only find solace in the fact that Kevin had said in his note
that they would be back by 5 p.m.  While cleaning up the breakfast
dishes, she decided to spend the afternoon working on term papers,
hoping that she would be able to stop feeling sorry for herself.

                           *    *    *

     It was shortly after one in the afternoon, and Ward felt
certain he would find Donna Howell up and about.  More important,
she would be in the cabin alone, and Kevin and Sheri wouldn't be
returning from skiing until after five.  It meant he would have
four hours, and that was enough time to do what he wanted to do.
     Everything had worked out well, at least Sheri had appeared
to believe his story, when they reached Badger.  He was a bad
liar, so he had telephoned the lobby of the resort hotel and left
a message for himself at Badger to call his business partner.
Amazingly, it had worked.
     Now, turning back into the parking lot of the resort, Ward
was humming to himself, pleased and convinced that it would be a
very interesting afternoon.  The moment he had met Donna Howell
the night before, he knew that he had to fuck her, and she was
certainly the equal of her daughter in beauty, if not superior.
More important, she was a woman, not a young, budding girl, and if
he sized things up correctly, she would provide him with pleasures
that would even outweigh those he had had with Sheri the previous
night.
     The front door of the cabin was unlocked, so he walked in,
listening for sounds that would indicate where Donna was.  He
heard nothing, so he called out her name.
     "I'm in here ..." came the reply, and following the sound of
her voice, he walked through the living room and down the short
hallway.
     "Am I disturbing you?" he said as he entered the sitting
room.  She was seated at a desk, her back to him, and he quickly
sized up the room.  At one side was the desk and on the opposite
side was a sofa and chair set with a table lamp set between.  He
thought the sofa was the convertible type that made into a bed,
but the room was fairly dark with the drapes closed, the only
light coming from a lamp on the desk, so he wasn't sure.
     "No, I was just ..."  She turned in the chair to see Ward
standing at the doorway, alone.  "Are the children with you?"  She
thought it odd that he was alone, and she spoke without thinking.
After she had said it, she was sorry she'd referred to Kevin and
Sheri as children.
     "They're on the slopes ... I had an errand to run, so I
missed out ..." he answered, smiling as if he was making a joke.
Then he added, "But I'm glad for the opportunity to visit with you
... if you have the time, that is."
     He seemed sincere and so polite, she didn't know what to make
of his sudden arrival.  She had thought she wouldn't be able to
look at him after overhearing the wild sex scene the previous
night, but now that she was talking to him face to face, it wasn't
so difficult after all.
     "Certainly ... I was just going over some term papers.  Can I
get you something to eat?" she said, standing up from the desk
chair.
     "No thank you, but perhaps ..." he looked at his watch.
"It's a little early, but it's such a cool day, suppose I fix up
some hot buttered rums?"
     She wasn't sure whether to say yes or no, but reflecting on
it, she thought it might calm her nerves.  "If you like, that
would be fine ..."
     "Be right back then," he said, and he turned and disappeared
down the hall connecting the sitting and bedrooms with the living
room.  She followed him, going as far as the hallway, and walked
into the small bathroom off the hall to wash her hands.  Almost
unconsciously, she looked at herself in the mirror over the basin,
making sure that she looked presentable, then drying her hands
with a towel, she returned to the sitting room.  She switched off
the desk light, and going over to the sofa, turned on the lamp
placed between it and the chair.  She sat down on the sofa just as
Ward entered with the drinks.
     "How do these look?" he asked holding out one of the steaming
cups.
     "Perfect.  Thank you," she replied as she took the offered
drink.
     Ward held his cup up, looking across the rim at her eyes.
"To my gracious hostess, and an exceptional parent!" and he sipped
down some of the heated liquor.
     She felt flattered in spite of herself, and she knew that her
face reddened slightly.  "You exaggerate, but thank you ..." she
said, then drank from her cup to hide her embarrassment.
     He sat down beside her on the sofa.  "Not at all ... Kevin
and Sheri are exceptional kids, especially considering that you've
raised them all by yourself!"  He wanted to put himself in proper
perspective by reminding her that he was her age too.  He knew he
wouldn't get anywhere if she thought of him as Sheri's boyfriend.
     She was suddenly remembering the scene that she had
overheard, and again her protective instinct was aroused.  This
was her opportunity to possibly save her daughter from him, though
at the moment she wasn't sure how.  She could only smile
pleasantly, as if gracefully accepting his blatant compliment.
     He sat quietly, watching her sip down more of her drink, and
he was convinced that he was taking the right track.  "I suppose
kids today are young adults much sooner that when you and I were
young, but I can't help feeling that they shouldn't be allowed to
grow up too quickly."  He hoped that statement would make her
think he had no sexual relationship with Sheri, but instead only
took her out to give her the things she missed not having a
father.
     Donna nodded and smiled, but inside she was seething.  Yet
she wondered what he was getting at, and she remained quiet,
waiting for him to get to the point.
     "I suppose I do have paternalistic feelings ... I hope that
doesn't disturb you?" he added, expecting his words to drive the
message home.
     It disturbed her tremendously, but she nodded her head from
side to side, then gulped down more of her drink in hopes the
liquor would keep her calm.  "I don't see anything wrong in that,
Mr. Murdock," she answered.  She certainly didn't want him to know
that she was aware of his true relationship with her daughter.  At
least not then, she thought.
     "Good ... I'm relieved to hear you say that, Donna." he
replied, and then he turned toward her, looking directly into her
liquid eyes.  "Sheri is a beautiful girl, and there is no question
about where she got her looks ..."
     It suddenly dawned on her what Ward Murdock was after, and
her initial reaction was anger.  Apparently this thirty-three year
old Lothario had the nerve to make a play for her too, and that
kind of gall infuriated her.  But before she reacted openly,
something else entered her mind, and it showed her the way she
might possibly protect her teenage daughter.  Yes, in fact, it
might be the only way she could protect her!
     "You're too flattering, Ward," she said softly, and she
lowered her eyes as if to be coy.  But her mind was going rapidly
over the situation, and she thought if she did go along with his
advances, it would keep him away from Sheri.  The only question in
her mind was whether she could tolerate a sexual encounter with
him.  Yet, if it was the only way to save her daughter, she knew
it was a sacrifice she would have to make.
     "To be direct and honest, Donna, the moment I saw you, I was
captivated.  You are beautiful!" he said in deep, whispered tones,
and taking the cup from her hand, he leaner closer.  She didn't
back away nor show any sign of resisting him, so setting the
drinks aside, he leaned over and kissed her full on the lips.  She
seemed to open her mouth willingly, and he was somewhat surprised
at how easily he had won her over, but he dismissed the thought,
completely absorbed by her sensuality.  He kissed her long and
deeply, pushing his tongue into her warm wet mouth in the ultimate
French kiss.
     Donna felt it was then or not at all, and when he made his
move, her decision was final.  She was going to allow him to take
her, but for one reason only, and that was to keep him away from
her daughter from that moment on.  She was unsure of her actions,
it having been a long time since she was kissed like that, and her
pride was such that she couldn't allow him to think she was easy
either.  After a moment, she twisted her face away from his, but
he stayed close, his lips covering her bare neck with kisses.
     "Please ... I ..."  She was feeling tensed up from the
thoughts that were passing through her mind, lewd thoughts that
made her wonder why she was really letting him touch her.
     "I want you, Donna ..." he said, his voice a deep, raspy
whisper, and he began to unfasten the buttons running down the
front of her shift.
     Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her, and she wanted
to run away, escape his searching hands.  But she didn't move as
she remembered her plan to save Sheri from him.  If she kept him
busy, then at least he wouldn't have the opportunity to corrupt
her young daughter any more than he already had, so she took a
deep breath, knowing that she was committed to the complete act.
     "I don't know ... please, Ward, let's take time to think this
out ..." she said, wanting him to believe she was thinking him
serious.  Her statement made him want her all the more, and his
voice took on an urgent tone.
     "Donna, you know you want me too ... I'm going to fuck you
... now ... admit you want me to fuck you!" he said his voice
sounding hoarse and dry.
     His use of the crude word made her shiver, from excitement or
disgust, she wasn't sure which, and before she could think what to
say, his hand was suddenly moving into the open front of her
dress, heading for her brassiere.  She was momentarily spellbound
by the uncommon sensation, and she realized she was enjoying it
too much.
     "Wait ... please ... not like this ..." she said as she moved
away from him.  Then she saw that he was confused, and she
believed that he might not proceed but instead actually give up.
"I want it to be right!" she added to keep him interested.  She
stood up then, the front of her dress falling open and exposing
the white raciness of her brassiere and panties underneath, and
she held out her hand to indicate she wanted him to stand also.
He did, but he immediately began to undress, and to avoid looking
at him, she leaned down to the sofa and began opening it out into
a bed.
     So it was a sofa-bed after all, Ward thought as he pulled off
his clothes, and seeing her so casually opening it for them made
his blood speed through his body even faster.  It left no doubt
that she was ready and willing to let him fuck her, and his thick
penis was fully erect as soon as he stepped out of his shorts.
Jesus Christ, he thought, a mother-daughter twin score right in
the same cabin!  Before Donna could turn around to face him, he
moved to her, pulling her shift away from her shoulders to let it
fall in a heap on the floor.  She turned, her eyes directly on
his, and placing his hands on her slim waist, he pulled her close
to his naked body.  His hard, erect cock slid easily between her
smooth inner thighs, a rigid reminder of what she was about to
get.
     "You haven't told me how you want it ..." he said softly.  As
he spoke, he reached behind her back, and finding the hook of her
brassiere, unfastened it, letting the material fall away from her
full firm breasts.  The voluptuously rounded mounds of flesh stood
out high and proud, and the pink nipples on the tips began to
harden as he brushed against them with the dark curly hairs on his
chest.
     She told herself over and over that she was doing it for
Sheri, doing it to protect her daughter from him, but it was hard
for her to ignore the pleasures pouring through her nearly naked
body.  She couldn't allow Sheri's seducer to possess her mind too,
so she turned her face away, trying to control her emotions.  She
could feel the full rigid length of his throbbing cock rubbing
hotly between her smooth thighs, and the thick rubbery head seemed
to be pressing into the flimsy fabric of her panties as if it
could drill right through it.  She had to get it over quickly
before she succumbed to the heat of her wickedly rising passion.
     "Fuck me ... yes, just fuck me lying on my back with my legs
spread open," she said softly, surprising even herself with the
choice of words.  Yet at the same moment she was telling herself
that it was vile and crude to be fucked by the same man who had
done it to her teenage daughter too.  It was an act that she could
never let herself enjoy.
     But her lewd words were all the encouragement the depraved
older man needed, and he pulled Donna tightly to him, kissing her
deep and hard.  The contact with her body was overpowering his
senses, and everything about her seemed to smell and taste like
pure, unadulterated sex.  Lifting her up without breaking away
from the kiss, he carried her to the sofa-bed and laid her panty-
clad body gently down on the soft mattress.  She seemed a little
tense, in fact enough so that he was unsure of how much he could
get away with, as it was hard for him to believe she would fall
for his line so quickly and completely with little or no effort on
his part.  Yet, having her voluptuous body so close was
stimulating beyond reason, so he proceeded slowly taking care not
to disturb her reverie.  Reaching down across her smooth,
trembling belly to the elastic waistband at the top of her
panties, he pulled the filmy material slowly down over her flaring
hips.
     Though believing she felt no passion, no arousal, the
voluptuous mother unconsciously arched her buttocks off the bed to
make the removal of her last remaining garment easier for him, and
as her blonde curling pussy hair was exposed to the cool air, she
realized her cunt was moist and warm beneath it, despite her
resolve not to feel anything.  The moment was totally different
from any previous experience with a man, and Donna wondered if it
was what she had overheard the night before that made her feel so
stimulated and free.  She knew that maintaining objective presence
of mind was going to be difficult, as she lifted her legs up so
that he could slip her panties all the way off and leave her
completely naked and vulnerable to his advances.
     His excitement growing with each passing second, Ward traced
the line of her smooth-skinned thighs with his fingernail, and
when he felt her lightly waving pubic hair brush against his hand,
she seemed to let her legs go limp as if inviting him to go
further, but he held back.  He wanted to look at her closely,
tease into her moist pink vagina with his tongue, and explore
every inch of the heated passage.  He wanted to be assured of her
total submission to his demands, and he felt certain that his
tongue worming around up between her legs would do the trick.
     Easing his lips away from her open mouth, he ran his tongue
down the sensitive flesh of her long, shapely neck, and hesitating
there for a moment, he licked and nipped at the taut muscles.  She
moaned quietly, a humming sound which started deep in her throat,
and he felt the transmitted vibrations against his lips.  He
wanted her to groan like that until she had to scream out for his
throbbing, hard penis, and he moved on down her body with his
tongue, pausing at the full round flesh of her breasts.  The tiny
pink nipples at the tips were hardened into erect little buds of
pleasure, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe hot air over
them.  Kissing one of the desire-hardened nipples, he took it into
his mouth, laying his warm, wet tongue under it as if he were
testing the temperature of some succulent food, and then he licked
wetly around it and closed his mouth to suck and nip it gently
with his teeth.
     "Oooohhh ... that's ..."  She caught the words before they
came out, trying to resist the growing excitement in her body.
The pleasure from his teeth biting at her nipple seemed to travel
down to the pit of her belly, and the fire ignited there seemed to
burn more brightly.  It was arousing to experience such sensual
delights, and the hard-working mother reminded herself again that
it was only to save her daughter that she was allowing him to take
such liberties with her nakedly stripped body.
     Her smell and feel were unbearably sensual, and what the
bachelor was finding seemed almost unreal.  He found it hard to
believe that a woman with two teenage children could appear so
virgin-like and innocent, yet that was precisely the impression he
got.  Though warm and willing, Donna Howell reacted like it was
all new to her, and he was anxious to show her what sex was all
about.  Raising his head up from her breast, Ward traced the
smooth flatness of her belly with his tongue, and it left a wet
trail to the sparse beginnings of her triangular-shaped pubic
mound.
     Donna had become so engrossed in the pleasure from his lips
on her breast that for a moment she was unaware of what he was
leading toward, but suddenly she realized that he intended to
continue his sucking, only instead it was going to be down between
her legs--there in her defenselessly naked pussy!  He had
slithered down upon the arching slit of her quivering vagina, his
head just at the junction between her thighs, and knowing what he
was about to do made her recoil in sudden fear.
     "No, no, no!  Please ... not that ... ooohhh!" she groaned,
afraid that her already tortured mind could not take such a lewd
act.  She twisted her hips around in a futile attempt to escape
his grasp, but he had taken a firm grip on her legs and was
holding her fast.
     "You're going to love it, baby!" Murdock said with demanding
authority, and she was so surprised by his colder tone of voice
that she stopped struggling.  He was staring up between her
widespread thighs, looking hungrily at the thin vertical slit of
her vagina, edged so delicately with soft blonde pubic hair.  Tiny
gleaming droplets of her excitedly seeping cuntal moisture trimmed
the blonde curls, then more was visible as her cunt began
pulsating gently like a flowering rose blossom covered with dew.
Her clitoris stood out rigidly, a tiny pink bud of quivering
pleasure, and he placed his thumbs on either side of her yearning
pussy-lips, spreading the soft curls of pubic hair apart with
deliberately hesitating action.  The coral-colored flesh of her
throbbing vaginal mouth was completely exposed to his gaze.
     "Oooohhh God!" Donna moaned, turning her head to the side.
It was horrible and humiliating that she should be so excited by
his actions, and she closed her eyes tightly as she groaned out in
helpless shame.  She was petrified for having given in to such a
debasing act with hardly a struggle, as she knew exactly what her
own inaction meant ... that she actually wanted this!  His breath
was grazing hotly against her sensitive flesh, and she drew in her
own breath as she felt his head move closer to her helplessly
exposed vagina.  Then it happened!  Her whole body jerked
convulsively as his tongue shot out to probe her glistening cuntal
furrow.  She was lost!
     "Oh--oh--no!" another groan escaped from her throat as she
ground her hips shamefully down into the sofa, but the bestial
outrage continued down between her nakedly quivering legs.  Her
stomach churned with the terror filling her mind, and she cried
out an animal-like wail of unwanted passion as his tongue licked
hotly at her inner thighs, then shot up into the thumb-spread
folds of her vagina lips to swirl teasingly around the hardened
bud of her throbbing clitoris.
     "Ooooohhh ... Gooodddd!  Pllleeassee!"
     She tried to draw her legs together in an effort to keep the
lusting tongue from driving her insane with passion, but Ward was
too strong for her, holding her legs wide apart as he dipped his
head toward her openly spread cunt.  His tongue wetly covered her
throbbing clitoris with heated sensations, and his lips closed
around it to suck the bud-like nerve center up inside his mouth.
Electric-like bolts of excitement thundered through her as she
felt his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud, and like a wanton
whore from the streets, she threw out her legs, kicking them wide
apart and open to his lewd oral assault up between them.
     "Aaaaggghhh ... oooohhh!"  Tilting her head up, the helpless
young mother stared with tear-filled eyes at his devouring of her
thumb-spread pussy.  She was stunned by the recognition of the
depravity of such an act, and it was one that she had never
permitted previously when her husband was alive.  But she couldn't
stop the violent bolts of pleasure that were permeating her body
from the tip of her toes to the top of her blonde head.
     Slipping his hands under her softly rounded buttocks to lift
her pelvis up tighter to his probing tongue, the heartless
bachelor squeezed the pliant flesh, holding the twin cheeks
tightly with his fingers while he ran his tongue around and around
in the soft wet valley of her wide-splayed cunt.  Her thighs
raised so openly to his face made him press deeper in the juicy
flesh, and slowly and deliberately he ran his tongue down to the
tiny clenched opening of her vaginal passage.  The elastic-like
orifice seemed to flower open to his touch, and with absolute
sureness, he thrust his tongue deep up inside the passion-drenched
walls.
     "Oooohhh!" she wailed, her mind vaguely wondering why she had
not let such a thrilling thing happen to her before, but she still
insisted to herself that she was submitting to this man for her
daughter's sake, and nothing more.
     Driving his tongue like bolts of lightning, Ward felt her
giving in completely to his lewd cunt-licking, and he roamed with
his hands around the crevice of her arched buttocks.  Finding the
soft curving nether valley with his fingers, he spread the cheeks
wide apart as he orally fucked her with his hotly swirling tongue.
Her firmly tensed inner thighs held his head locked against her
burning vaginal passage, and he could feel her pushing her loins
up against his sucking mouth with increasing intensity and
abandon.  Prim Mrs. Donna Howell was giving in to his oral
fucking, and with that knowledge adding to his confidence, he
shoved his middle finger into the parted cheeks of her buttocks,
seeking the tightly clenched circle of her puckered anus.  Finding
the elastic-like orifice in the narrow hairless valley, he wormed
his finger around to screw it slowly up inside the rubbery ring,
and she moaned out deliriously into the silence of the room.
     "Uuuggghh, ooohhh!  Aaaaggghh!"  Donna was confused by the
strange new pleasure that streaked through her lust-inflamed body.
It was like she was being assaulted by two different men at the
same time.  His finger explored the rubbery opening to her rectum,
and then suddenly, his tongue was pulled from her seething cunt to
flick out wetly at the edges of the stretched nether opening.  She
wanted to scream out her rapture as the fiery sensations danced
through her body with multiple, wickedly growing explosions.
     "Ooooh, God.  Please ... don't ... oooh!" She protested
weakly, as all the while she was raising her hips up to the tongue
endeavoring to rape her tight little anus.  She cried out again
and again, her complete degradation overwhelming her thoughts, her
blonde head tossing from side to side while the horrible
realization of shattered control flooded through her, her body
quaking with self-reproach at its lewd, uncalled-for reaction.
She sobbed in shame and humiliation as the pleasure-giving tongue
kept licking on and on, flicking obscenely from her vagina to her
anus and back again with complete freedom.  Her loins began to
quiver, to jerk with a frenzy of raw nerve ends.  The love-starved
young woman could no longer fight the intense ecstasy she was
experiencing, but gave in totally to his lewd demands.  She began
to cry, and moan profusely now, but now ... now it was for the
fulfillment she had so long denied herself.  She ground her
desire-soaking cunt in to his face, her only wish to submit to his
slightest whim, and she circled her naked loins against his mouth,
thrilling in the wanton lust of his lewdly stabbing tongue.
     Ward wanted to make her cum with his tongue before he fucked
her, and he went at his oral fucking like a machine gone mad.  His
girlfriend's mother was hotter and wilder than he ever would have
hoped, and he was elated over his decision to try and get inside
her panties.  Working his tongue furiously in the heated depths of
her seething cunt, he stroked and teased until he had to come up
for breath, and then he bent down to it again, parting her tightly
clenching little passage with his slickly pointed tongue.  Her
body began to grind and roll with the deep slow agony of a
mounting climax, and she twisted her head while moaning loudly.
     "Oooohhh, God, keep it up, keep it up!  Fuck it!  Oh, God!
Fuck it--harder!"  Donna wasn't fully aware of what she was
saying, as she had never before been so close to release in her
life.  With his mouth sucking on her lust-maddened pussy-flesh,
the young widow was experiencing for the first time in many, many
years the real sensual gratification of desire, and she writhed
and jerked with faint mewls of passion rising from her chest, her
face tensed with animalistic abandon.
     She was almost there ... she knew she was!  "Oooohhh, God!
Fuck ... oh, fuck it hard!" she chanted as he screwed harder up
into her inwardly sucking pussy with his long tongue.  His hands
seemed to touch every sensitive part of her body like a raging
sheet of flame; her breasts, anus, clitoris, all aroused beyond
the point of reality.  Her cunt was pulling his tongue deeper and
deeper up into her, sucking and draining at the warmly flowing
saliva as she tingled from one end of her writhing body to the
other.  It was heavenly ... better than anything she had ever
known ...
     Ward worked furiously, sure that his new conquest was on the
verge of orgasm, and suddenly she moaned again, her voice sounding
like the depths of lusting passion transcribed into a wailing
sigh.  "Ooohh ... oooohhhhh ... yessss!  Now ... now ... now
Now!!!!  I'mmmmmm cuuummniinnnGGG!!!"
     She jerked and heaved against his relentlessly sucking mouth,
twisting crazily as the hot spasms of orgasm flooded through her
body, carrying her to the heights of unbelievable ecstasy.  Heated
secretions from her viscously clasping cunt ran slowly out of her
vagina to be sucked up by Ward's greedily working mouth.
     She groaned out her joy over and over again, mouthing out the
path of her new-found pleasure that would lead inescapably to a
life of total sensual depravity.
     It was done, he thought, his self-praise enlarged by the
taste of Sheri's mother's wild, uncontrolled orgasm.  Donna fell
back onto the sofa-bed after a moment, her body still jerking with
the last of her climax, and he raised his head up from her wetly
quivering cunt, a wide grin of triumph spreading across his face.
It was his turn now, and he was more than ready to begin.
     Opening her eyes, Donna was confronted with the sight of
Ward's lewdly grinning expression, and immediately shifted her
gaze down in order to avoid the obvious glee in his eyes.  Her
gaze fell on the dark tangle of his pubic hair, and she gasped as
she saw the huge throbbing cock that stood straight out from his
loins.  It had grown even larger, the purple-colored head like a
clenched fist on the end of a vein-covered arm.  It looked
menacing--and dangerous.
     Seeing the wonder in Donna's glazed eyes, Ward wanted to
shock her, and he grasped his blood-engorged cock and began to
stroke it lewdly.  It was obvious that the size of his long thick
penis was frightening her.
     "Now, it's my turn ... you're going to get a fuck like you've
never had before!"  His grin widened and he thrust his hips
forward to add physical emphasis to his statement.
     The woman on the sofa-bed gaped at the giant, lust-stiffened
cock in complete misery, and her naked body jerked in convulsive
anticipation.  She was filled with shame, yet she was excited,
stimulated, and the thought of what he was about to do made the
fire in her belly burn even brighter.  A new sense of wantonness
was now a part of her being.  She stared at the tip of his
throbbing penis, studying the dilated end-slit with its drop of
moisture tucked just inside, then shifted her eyes down to the
shaft, realizing what it could to do her.  It would split her
tiny, unused cunt apart!
     "You're ... you're so big!" she gasped, her eyes wide with
terror.  "I ... can't take it ...!"
     "My turn now, baby ... your cunt is ripe and ready for a good
fucking ... and it's high time you found out what it's like having
a real cock fucking you again!"  He watched for her reaction as he
spit out the lewd words, and the change in her expression
indicated that his crude choice had had its effect.  He could see
that she was frightened, and he intended to again change her
whimperings of fear into cries of passionate lust.
     He laughed openly, narrowing his eyes to look down at her
freshly assaulted cunt.
     "I want to fuck you dog-fashion!  Turn over!  Get up on your
hands and knees!"
     "No!" she gasped, a faint memory of what she had heard
through the wall last night suddenly coming back to her.
"Pleeassee ... I can't take it ... ohhh, God, pleaseee!"  But her
words were muffled by the sofa as he forced her over onto her
stomach.
     "I'm going to fuck you from behind ... now!" he said with
certain finality, then grabbed her by the waist, lifting her into
a slave-like kneeling position that left her buttocks waving
lewdly in the air behind her.
     Ooohhh God she thought helplessly.  He's going to do it to me
like he did to Sheri, my baby!
     It was like she was bent over in total subjugation before a
master, an object for his lust and nothing more, even worse, she
was convinced he would certainly injure her with his massive cock.
Looking back beneath her swaying breasts, she saw his knees
holding her legs widely apart, then forcing them out still
further.  She saw the hairy sac containing his cum-filled balls
swinging freely beneath his long rigid penis, and the thick purple
head of his penis was pointing menacingly up between her thighs,
its tip almost pressing against her moist pink cunt.
     "Take it in your hand and put it in!" he ordered, all the
while thinking how differently he was treating her in comparison
with Sheri.  Mother and daughter were similar in appearance, but
there the likeness ended.
     "No, please!  Oh, God ..." Donna moaned helplessly, knowing
she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.  She trembled,
realizing that the reason for allowing this sexual encounter had
now taken second place to the overwhelming desire in her body.
She wasn't doing it to protect her teenage daughter anymore.  She
was doing it because she wanted it ... she wanted to be fucked by
this man, her own little girl's boyfriend!
     "Do it ... now ... damn it, I can't hold off forever!" he
commanded, squeezing the soft flesh of her white inner thighs with
his strong fingers, and cruelly pulling them wide for an easier
entrance into her tight, pulsating cunt.
     Lust conquered fear as her body instinctively reacted to his
demands.  Donna reached back between her legs and wrapped her hand
around the thick fleshy cock, feeling the blood pounding hotly
through it.  Guiding it into the passion-drenched opening of her
fearfully quivering cunt, she moved the thick cock-head back and
forth to part the moist hair-lined slit of her vagina, and when it
made contact with her clitoris, she felt a tantalizing shock of
further pleasure coursing through her nakedly kneeling body.
     "There ..." she sobbed, feeling the completeness of her
humiliation.  She was no better than a whore, she thought, wanting
his cock more than anything she'd wanted before.
     The warmth of wet cuntal flesh around the head of his
throbbing cock was like a blanket of soft delight, and the
stirring pressure in his balls began to build even higher.
Shifting his hips forward, Ward pressed his painfully pounding
cock-head against the tightly restricting mouth of Donna's desire-
moistened cunt, and to his surprise the smooth rubbery tip sank
easily up into the tight warmth.
     "Oooohhh ..." Donna moaned.  Her face was mashed heavily down
against the mattress as she lurched away from the giant penis
driving into her cuntal slit, but Ward's hold on her was like a
steel vise.
     He pushed harder, the rubbery flesh of his cock-head slipping
up inside her palpitating opening another inch until the clasping
tightness of her unused pussy resisted.
     "Oooohhh ... no, no, no ... don't fuck me too deep, please
... I can't take it!"
     Firmly then Ward continued pressuring into her heated cuntal
depths, ignoring all pleas of mercy.  Inch by inch he thrust his
way into her nakedly squirming belly, slowly filling her virgin-
tight passage with the length of his huge throbbing penis.
     "Aaaagghh ...!" she cried.  It felt like she was being
stretched to the bursting point by his entry, the walls of her
stretched vagina so tight that she could feel every wrinkle and
ridge of his massively thrusting cock.  She didn't think he could
possibly fuck up into her any deeper and she was relieved when he
hesitated for moment.  Her relief was short-lived however, for
seconds later he grunted and slammed his hips forward, his
unyielding rod of hard male flesh tearing through her until the
spongy head struck with sickening agony deep against her cervix.
     "Aaaagghh!" she grunted from the pain, sure that she had been
ripped apart.  When Ward flexed his cock several times, she
whimpered like a hurt dog, and in answer received yet another
painful thrust, his sperm-filled balls swinging like a leaded
pendulum up between her widespread thighs.
     The tight wet warmth of her quivering cunt felt too good, and
Ward didn't wait to give her a chance to adjust to his massive
size, but immediately began to fuck in and out of her vaginal
passage, his long hard strokes pounding relentlessly deep into her
belly.  His lust-contorted eyes stared without mercy at the
helplessly subjugated form bent over on the bed before him, seeing
her buttocks begin to wiggle in time to his driving rhythm, seeing
the smoothly curving back sloping down to her flailing blonde hair
and twisting head, a picture that made the sperm in his balls
churn with lusting passion.
     "Ooohhh!  Ooohh!" Donna now began to chant in time to the
long hard strokes, her upturned buttocks grinding back and taking
up the demanding pace he set.  She fucked back wantonly now,
rising to each of his forward strokes, spreading her thighs wide
apart to take him as deep as possible between them.  Nothing else
mattered except the hard thick cock pistoning deep into her
hungrily clasping cunt.  There was no purpose or plan now, no
sacrifice for her daughter's sake, but only the ultimate lusting
desire of being fucked, fucked good, fucked hard and deep.
     "Ooohhh ... good ... so good ... give it to me, darling ...
fuck me good!" she groaned as her sexual frenzy took full control
of mind and body.  The lewd words streamed from her mouth in
unfamiliar cries of passion, a passion she had not realized
possible, a passion magnified by the lust-inciting tongue-fucking
she had gotten earlier.  Nothing had ever been like it before, and
she loved it!  Loved it!
     Ward Murdock's sudden, almost strange success with Sheri's
mother was forgotten as the bachelor engrossed himself in her
gratifying reactions.  The only thing that mattered now was the
way she thrust her buttocks back against his driving cock.  His
grip tightened, pulling her milk-white buttocks up to his loins
with violent strength, then pushing her away again as he fucked
rhythmically into her.  He wanted to make her scream with the
pleasure of his assault, to beg him to pump his hot sticky cum
deep inside her belly, to drain his aching balls dry.  Her
writhing cuntal flesh was like hot melted butter around his
throbbing penis, the slick walls clasping every part of it like a
rippling wave of heat.
     "Oh, oh! OOOh ... ooooohhhh ... OOOOhhhHHHHHH!" Donna began
to chant, her lovely face contorting with sensuous passion,
bearing no resemblance to her normal expression.  Then, words
spilling from her mouth incoherently, she cried: "Hard!  Harder!
Oh, Ward ... Ward, darling!  Fuck ... me ... hard!"
     Ward grunted deep in his throat in an effort to drive his
throbbing cock even farther up into the tender vaginal flesh.  He
watched her heaving breasts that quivered salaciously with the
shock of his punishing cock in her cunt, and the tiny rivulets of
perspiration that ran down between the berry-tipped mounds.
     Then suddenly Donna began to convulse under him!
     "Oh, my God!  My God ... it's going to ... to happen ... to
me again!  It's almost here!  I can feel it!  Oh, God!  Ward ...
I'm going to cum!  Oh, yes!  Yesss ... Ward!  That's it!  I'm ...
I'm ... cuuummmmiiinnGG!  AAAAaaaaauugghhh!"
     He pounded deeper and faster into her, with every ounce of
his strength.  And as he felt her spasm wildly under him, her
cuntal lips sucking voraciously at him, he felt his own white-hot
sperm begin to race the length of his cock in welcome release.
His lust knew no bounds then, as his body convulsed in one final,
slamming plunge far up into the hidden recesses of her still
cumming pussy, the semen jetting from him through the tiny slit in
his cock-head in a seemingly endless stream.  And she ground her
buttocks back at him, to take all of him, to receive all of his
steaming fluid deep into her wildly contracting womb.
     Donna moaned aloud.  Her soft white thighs quivered and her
belly quaked with the intense pleasure of her orgasm.  She could
clearly feel the expansion of his cock buried in her and the warm
moistness of his sperm as it splashed into the depths of her
nakedly spasming belly.  Dear God in heaven!  Never had she
realized that such pure joy existed on the face of the earth.
With a final convulsion, she ground back against him, her heart
pounding in her breast, her mouth open wide and gulping air into
laboring lungs to forestall the dizziness that tried to overcome
her.  Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as wave after wave of
relaxing euphoria swept through her, and for the first time in her
life she was fulfilled, completely satiated.
     Ward collapsed then, pinning her down to the sofa-bed under
them.  Donna tried to think clearly, but no coherent thought came
to her.  Every fiber of her being was concerned only with the
physical part of her.  Later, she would be rational and try to
think through what had happened, but for now she found it
impossible.
     One thing she did know for sure: She had really and truly
been fucked!  Ward's cock was still buried deep inside her and she
could feel the liquid warmth of his semen as it began to run in a
tiny, viscous rivulet from the mouth of her vagina down her
thighs, pooling on the bed beneath her.
     "How was that?" he whispered breathlessly.
     "God, Ward!  It was really ... unbelievable," she murmured,
her breath still coming hard.
     The young mother's mind began to whirl with thoughts of lust,
not trying to decipher the perverted events that had put her there
on that sofa-bed naked with her teenage daughter's thirty-three
year old boyfriend!  She didn't care what her reasons had been,
but she knew that there had to be more of this, much more.  She
would arrange it, and if she could judge by the way Ward was
gasping over her, she wouldn't have any trouble at all convincing
him.



                            Chapter 6

     Kevin's heart was racing wildly, pounding in his chest when
he got back to the Ahwahnee Hotel's parking lot.  He took several
deep breaths to help calm down before walking to where his sister
was waiting for him in his mother's car.  He wasn't sure that she
should know what he had discovered.
     He had gone back to the cabin to pick up his ski goggles, and
what he had heard while in the cabin had left him stunned and
dazed.  He had hoped he was wrong, he hoped, too, that his sister
hadn't seen Ward Murdock's car tucked in a far corner of the
parking lot.  He had gone in the cabin expecting to find his
mother and Ward in conversation, probably about Sheri he'd
guessed, but instead he saw no one.  He'd just about decided to
call out when he heard a noise coming from the sitting room, and
when he went to investigate, he was half way across the living
room before he heard the wailing cry from his mother.
     "Oooooohhhhh, God!  Keep it up, keep it up!  Fuck it! ...
Fuck it harder!"
     He had been stunned, frozen to the spot as the chilling
reality stung him to the quick.  His mother was being fucked by
Ward Murdock, Sheri's boyfriend!  He had been unable to move for a
long moment, and when he finally did, he thought to investigate
for his sister's sake.  He had to be sure, didn't he?  Trembling
with excited fear, he had moved quietly to the short hallway, and
he didn't need to go further.  From where he stood, he was able to
see his mother lying on the sofa-bed naked, her shapely white
buttocks drawn up--and waving lewdly in time to Ward's rutting
thrusts.
     "Ohhhhhhhh, God!  Fuck it!  Fuck it!" his mother had cried,
and he had watched with mixed emotions flooding through his mind.
The sight of his mother being fucked by his sister's boyfriend was
arousing as well as a shock, and when he had realized his penis
was becoming erect with excitement, he had turned and ran out of
the cabin, completely forgetting the ski goggles he had returned
to get.
     His sister was still sitting in the car, and she looked up as
he approached, his mind still undecided about what to tell her.
He didn't know himself what to think about it.
     "What took you so long?  Where are the goggles?" she asked
good-naturedly.
     "Couldn't find them ..." Kevin answered hesitantly, and
hoping to avoid further questioning, he quickly opened the car
door and got in.
     "Was Mom there?" she asked the moment he had the motor
started and was heading out of the parking lot.
     "Yes ..."  He watched his blonde sister who looked so much
like his mother, as she sat casually, one arm stretched along the
top of the seat.  He was torn with conflicting emotions, undecided
whether to tell her what he had seen.  His perceptive sister,
however, spared him the agony of a decision.
     "Listen, little brother, what is it that's bothering you?"
She moved her hand down to his leg, and Kevin looked up quickly,
nearly jumping away.  "What happened in the cabin?  Must have been
something, you forgot the goggles.  Come on!"
     Her touching his leg had surprised him, especially since it
was so near his half-hard penis, but he looked at her, knowing
that he would have to tell her all.  Quickly, then, he pulled the
car onto the shoulder of the road and turned to face her.
     "Remember what you told me about Ward Murdock?  I mean about
his not being the one ..."
     "I remember," she answered, her expression unchanging.
     "Is that still true?  I mean when you invited him up here, I
sort of suspected ..."  He was sure that Sheri would be hurt to
learn what he knew.
     Sheri smiled, a questioning look behind it, and she nodded
her head.  "Well, no ... it's not still ..."  She stopped seeing
the look of consternation on her brother's face, and somehow her
intuition told her the rest.  "He was with Mom!  That's right,
isn't it?" his sister said suddenly.
     Kevin nodded and his expression filled in the gaps.  "You can
say that again!" he said, unable to think of any other way to put
it.  He glanced quickly back toward the cabin.  "I'm sorry ...
they ... were really going at it!" he said, and his voice seemed
to travel in the quiet surroundings.
     "I guessed as much.  It's not surprising after the way he
looked at her last night," Sheri said, and then she turned her
attention to her brother, thinking he must have been terribly
shaken.  "Don't be upset on my account, Kevin.  I don't really
care!"
     She reached out, putting her arms around her young brother,
and her closeness was both tender and arousing.  He felt confused
by her contact, and it only made him feel even more aroused than
before.  "It being him ... it didn't seem right.  His ... he was
..."  God, he thought, I wish it'd been me!
     "I'll make it up to you ... I brought him here, so it's my
doing ..." she said suddenly, and he jumped as he felt his
sister's hand glide slowly between his thighs to touch the bulge
in his pants.
     "Sheri ... I ..."  He was embarrassed by his excitement, yet
it seemed to dominate his mind and body.  It seemed right that his
sister should touch him, that she knew how he really felt.
     "Let's go back to the cabin," she said seductively.  "There's
no reason why they should have all the fun."
     Kevin was shocked at his sister's implicating words, but the
memory of his mother's naked body and Sheri's enticing fingers on
his throbbing hardness were all the encouragement he needed.
     The clarity of his actions after that were lost in a swirl of
rising passion, and several minutes later it was a dazed and
unsure Kevin who found himself inside the cabin moving across the
living room.  The pause before the open sitting room door was
short, and before he realized what had happened he was stretched
out on his sister's bed.  He didn't resist when she removed his
pants and shirt, nor when she inserted her fingers into the
elastic top of his underpants.  Moments later they were down
around his ankles, his virile young penis standing straight up in
the air from his naked loins.
     Sheri was kneeling on the bed beside his hips, staring down
at his throbbing, blood-filled cock, and he kicked the underpants
off his feet, still wondering why he didn't resist but instead
wanted to have her naked too.  He'd thought a lot about his
experience with Susan Hatton, and now with an attractive, sexy
girl bending over his naked body, it didn't seem to matter that
she was his sister.
     "What ... are you going to do?" he asked in a near whisper,
but he had a pretty good idea already.
     She smiled mysteriously without answering his question.
"You're so big, little brother!  I'm going to like sucking it for
you ..." she added, and she unhesitatingly reached out and grasped
his erectly pulsating penis.
     Her touch was like an electric shock, and seeing her wetting
her ovalled lips with her tongue, his excitement grew tenfold now
that he was fully aware of her intentions.  He felt suspended on a
bed of needles as he watched her hunch over his rigid shaft, her
long blonde hair spilling lewdly around his hardened, young cock,
her hand slowly stroking its full blue-veined length.  When her
fingernails dug lightly into the base of his fleshy penis, they
left tiny electric trails as she traced the long thick form up the
underside and beyond to the very tip.  Joining her thumb and
forefinger, then, she encircled his youthful hardness just below
the swollen, purple head, and ran her hand down to the base.  Her
open mouth was but inches from the bulbous tip, and he could feel
her warm breath blowing across it.  God, he thought he'd cum and
squirt it right up in her face if she pumped her hand one more
time.
     She moved her face closer and closer then to the rubbery
cock-head and her tongue suddenly flicked out, sliding wetly
across the dilated slit in the end several times.  Then, bathing
his straining penis with her heated saliva, she licked hungrily up
and down its turgid length.
     "Oooohhhhh God!  Don't stop.  Don't ever stop!" he crooned.
In answer, his sister's mouth pressed down over the tip of his
blood-swollen cock-head as if kissing it, her mouth slowly
widening to conform to the thickness of his desire-hardened flesh.
Slowly then, so slowly he could hardly stand it, she lowered her
head.  It was unbearable!  He jerked his hips up off the bed,
thrusting the head of his licentiously pulsing penis up into her
warm moist mouth.  Sheri's teeth pressed softly down, nipping
immediately at his hardness, and her tongue swirled around and
around, leaving no portion untouched.  It was so stimulating that
he didn't notice her wriggle out of her clothes, but moments later
when he opened his eyes her firmly rounded breasts and milk-white
buttocks were quivering madly only inches from his feasting gaze.
     The sight of his own older sister's nakedly voluptuous body
and her mouth around the blunt, blood-filled head of his cock was
almost as stimulating as the contact of her warm, wet lips, and he
had to make an effort to keep from ramming the full length of his
excitedly swelling shaft all the way down her throat.  But he
resisted the urge both from fear of choking her and possibly
shooting out his cum before he even had the chance to fully enjoy
the experience.
     She crouched lower then, her full breasts swaying slightly
over his loins, her body twisting seductively, the hardened
nipples brushing across the sensitive flesh of his thigh.  One
hand moved down to cup his cum-swollen balls, the other gripped
the thick base of his cock, while her tongue rolled around and
around his lewdly pulsating cock-head.  Then, without
encouragement, she bobbed her face down, taking an unbelievable
amount of the lengthy shaft up into her throat.
     Kevin gasped and it seemed like the whole bed rolled with his
sister's lunge, the sensation making him think he would cum in her
mouth right then.  When she finally raised her head again, her
teeth bit down, leaving trails of white lines along the fleshy
column where the blood had been forced from the surface and the
young teenager thought he was going to explode from the excitement
that titillated his entire body.  Sheri bobbed up and down on his
firm pulsating cock several times in rapid succession, her cheeks
bloating and hollowing as she sucked with powerful force on his
throbbing shaft, then paused to move around on the bed so that she
was lying beside her younger brother.
     She nearly choked when she moved, the change in position
forcing Kevin's hard fleshy cock deeper and deeper up into her
throat, but her nakedly seeping cunt was on fire with a lusting
need brought on both by the taste of his youthful penis and a
mental picture of the erotic act she was performing.  She wanted
to be touched too, and she knew if she was tongue-fucked like her
boyfriend had done to her so many times, she would have an orgasm
immediately.  She moved her body around without stopping the soft
sucking motions of her lips, and straddled Kevin's head with her
knees.  Her fiery pussy was then only inches from his mouth, and
she felt he would understand, even though she had an indication
when his blood-engorged rod of flesh jerked upward in her mouth.
For added incentive, she bobbed her head downward, taking nearly
the full length of it up into her hungry throat.
     Having his older sister's naked pink vagina so close to his
nose was all the arousing enticement Kevin needed.  He stared
wide-eyed at the moistened pussy flesh above his face, it's silky,
hair-covered edges tinged with tiny drops of her vaginal
secretions, and the tight cuntal mouth that seemed to open
hungrily before him made him boil with unquenchable desire.
Reaching up and around her firm, white thighs, he placed his hands
just below the cheeks of her buttocks, spreading the soft yielding
flesh wide apart as he pulled her juicily pulsating cunt down to
his face.  He lifted his head slightly and snaked his tongue out
at the thin hair-lined little slit, driving directly toward the
hardened little bud of her clitoris.
     "MMmmmmm!" Sheri moaned around his saliva coated penis, then
began to bob her head up and down with renewed passion.  The first
taste of her fresh young pussy was all the encouragement Kevin
needed to go further, and he flicked her burning clitoris with his
tongue again and again, evoking further grunts of rising sexual
pleasure from deep in her throat.  Then, running his tongue along
the narrow pink valley like a wedge, he reached the tightly
clenched little mouth of her vaginal passage.  When he circled it
several times, it drove her into a frenzy, and she began to wiggle
her buttocks desperately in an effort to capture his tongue with
her sensuously quivering cunt.  This response so pleased Kevin
that he continued until he thought his sister would scream.  He
wanted her to cum with him, but her sucking of his thickly
extended young cock was driving him insane with passion, so he
thrust his tongue into the heated passage of her cunt, stretching
it out full length.  The scent, feel and taste overwhelmed his
senses, making him even more enchanted with his beautiful naked
sister's lewdly suspended pussy, and he drove his tongue
relentlessly up into her clasping cunt.
     The quick stabbing sensations churning in Sheri's belly drove
her wild with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward an
orgasm at breakneck speed.  Her cheeks, bloating and hollowing
from the intensity of her efforts, slaved over her younger
brother's firm, virile cock in an effort to make him cum with her.
She had to taste his semen, to suck his blood-filled penis until
his eager young balls went dry.  And as his tongue unraveled its
length in her burning, clasping cunt, then pulled back again like
a lapping dog, she forced her widespread pussy down against his
sucking mouth, thrilling with a new, more joyous pleasure that
grew with each hard thrust of his teasing tongue.
     Kevin could feel the sensitive tip of his cock slither up
along the inner roof of his sister's warm mouth as she sucked
harder and harder on it, and a moan began to build deep in his
chest.  The hand that was fondling and massaging his balls
suddenly moved up between his thighs, the middle finger pressing
into the crevice of his buttocks to make contact with his tingling
anus.  He didn't expect the jolting shock of pleasure that
followed, and for a moment he was stunned by its sheer force.
With all her incestuous manipulations gripping his aroused body,
Kevin knew he couldn't hold back his climax for long, so he
started sucking at her pussy like it was the last moist pink cunt
on earth.  In response her heated pussy flowered open wider,
secretions of wild arousal running down her thighs and onto his
chin.  He ran his tongue around her excitedly clenching vaginal
passage, then he dug his fingers into her firm buttocks, searching
for the opening of her own tiny puckered anus.  Finding the
fleshy, interfolded ring, he screwed his middle finger into the
tight little nether mouth, forcing it up inside her anal passage
to the first knuckle.  In answer his older sister moaned around
his ramrod stiff cock, and the spasms in her trembling body told
him she was nearing release.
     With her brother's finger implanted deep up into her
defenseless rectum and with his tongue worming salaciously inside
her burning cunt, Sheri felt like she was going to explode.  She
sucked even harder on the hotly throbbing hardness in her mouth,
and clenched her soft warm thighs on either side of his face,
while rubbing her palpitating young cunt hungrily against his
lips.  When his tongue seared even deeper into her widespread
vagina, she pulled savagely on his swollen penis with ever
increasing speed and felt the first spasms of a shattering orgasm
begin.
     Her entire body seemed to explode over his face, and she
began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her lips locking
around his rock-hard cock as though she were trying to suck it
from his loins.  Her back arched and the juices of her desperately
contracting cunt flowed forth in torrents of feminine cum that
spread sticky wet warmth over his face.  Unable to contain his own
climax any longer, Kevin convulsed with the explosion of hot semen
that churned upward from his balls.
     Sheri bobbed her head furiously over his jerking shaft,
sucking each erupting jet of hot cream-like semen into her throat
and belly, as her younger brother bucked and groaned beneath her
in wild abandon.  Her lips locked tight around his jerking penis
so as not to loose one precious drop of his fresh spurting cum,
and she gulped continually to keep up with the flood that steamed
up and out, again and again from his wildly throbbing cock-head.
     Kevin moaned over and over into the wetly clasping cunt above
his face, his body warped with the sensational heat of orgasm.
Each spasmodic burst of white hot cum sent vibrant thrills
flashing through his entire sixteen year old body, and he rammed
his finger in and out of his sister's anus as if answering the
pleasure he was receiving.  Even after the final splash of semen
fired from his slowly deflating cock, and he felt totally drained,
Sheri continued licking at the soft flaccid flesh until every drop
of the sticky white fluid was gone.  When she finally lifted her
head, his half-hard penis slid from her cum covered lips with a
small wet sucking sound.  She glanced back under her breasts to
see his tongue stab once more up into the soft blonde curls of her
satiated young pussy.  Then, as if signaling his satisfaction, she
felt him pull his finger slowly from her still tightly clenched
little anus and saw him fall back in exhaustion.
     It was several moments before either stopped gasping for
breath, several moments before either realized what they had done.
They knew then that it was not enough, that it had to go further,
but it was Sheri who first put it into words.
     "Tonight," she gasped, "after ... midnight ... in the ...
sitting ... room."
     Her words, delivered as she raised up onto her elbows,
brought a smile to her brother's lips, an affirmative nod from his
head, and a newly acquired glint of perversion into his eyes.



                            Chapter 7

     It was only a few minutes past midnight when young Kevin
Howell walked quietly down the hallway, heading for the sitting
room where he had seen his mother with his sister's boyfriend,
wrapped in the throes of passion earlier in the day.  It was his
sister's idea that they should meet there, primarily because it
was the only room not adjacent to either Ward Murdock's or their
mother's bedroom, and therefore the safest.  But he felt there was
more to it than that, as it was the same place his mother had been
fucked half crazy by Ward, and he was going there now to fuck his
own older sister.
     He and Sheri had left the cabin before the older couple had
finished their own lewd fucking, and when they returned later they
found Ward and their mother sitting in the living room, talking
casually while sipping hot buttered rum and presenting a perfectly
innocent appearance.  Kevin found it a little difficult to act
like nothing had happened, but he was assisted in keeping up an
act by the feigned coolness of his sister.  Fortunately, everyone
in the house wanted to retire early, and they were all in their
respective bedrooms by ten.
     Kevin had spent the time waiting for the prearranged meeting
reading a book, but he had grasped very little of what he read as
his thoughts kept straying to his sexy sister.  He was sure that
Ward and his mother would be fast asleep by midnight, so all he
had to do was stay awake and slip into the sitting room naked.  It
had all the makings of a good plan, and he had become
progressively excited at the prospect of sinking his already
hopelessly aroused cock into his sister's liquid cunt.
     He moved slowly along the darkened hallway, feeling his way
toward the door that led to the cabin's sitting room.  He figured
he would arrive there ahead of Sheri, but when he reached the open
door, he heard soft sounds of slow, but excited breathing.  So
she's as anxious as I am, he thought, moving quietly into the
room, his throbbing young penis half hard beneath his robe.
     It was so dark inside that he thought of turning on a light,
but he had second thoughts, remembering that it might attract
attention and bring on a discovery they certainly didn't want.
     Instead he had a better idea.  It was easy for him to recall
precisely where the sofa-bed was located, and slipping out of his
robe so that he was fully naked, he followed the wall around to
where the bed should be.  It wasn't very far from the doorway, and
feeling ahead with his hand extended, he found it quickly.
     Even as his eyes became adjusted, he could still only make
out a vague form stretched out under a blanket on the sofa-bed,
and listening carefully, he heard nothing changed in the excitedly
low breathing.  He thought Sheri might even be playing with
herself a little, and grinning to himself, he lifted the end of
the blanket and slipped under it head first.  She was turned on
her left side, her back to him, and he reached out with his right
hand, gently touching her smooth skinned thighs.  She stirred, and
he moved closer, running his tongue up the tender flesh toward her
nakedly exposed buttocks.
     "Ooohhhhh!" she moaned very low, controlling the volume of
surprise in her throat.
     "Sssssshhhhh!" He made the sound of silence with his lips
still close to her warm flesh, a reminder that they both needed to
keep quiet.  He was crouched down beneath the blanket at the foot
of the bed, and his proximity to her naked vagina gave him an idea
of how to get things started.  Turning her unresisting body over
onto her back, he placed his hands between her thighs, and pushed
her legs wide apart, then knelt up between them.  It was so dark
under the blanket he could see nothing with his eyes, but he could
feel her smooth naked curves with his fingers as he moved them to
the warm silky mound of her pussy.  He traced the outline of her
warm damp cunt, finding the soft hair-lined slit and spreading it
gently open with his thumbs.  Then bending close until he felt the
tickle of her pubic hair against his cheeks, he flicked his tongue
out lizard-like, directly against the hardening bud of her
clitoris.
     "Ooohhhh, Goddddd!" she hissed quietly through tightly
clenched teeth, then, squirming her openly spread pussy up from
the bed, tried to capture his tongue deep inside.
     The smell and taste of her naked cuntal flesh made his
aroused young cock lurch fully erect, and he knew he couldn't wait
much longer before slithering up her sexy body and driving his
impatient cock into her moist cunt.  Nipping at her lust-hardened
clitoris, he moved his hands to bend in her knees, pushing her
legs back until they were nearly touching her shoulders, and
leaving the entire vaginal plane open in naked abandon to his
will.  Then moving his tongue down along the smooth, heat-
moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her
vagina, he licked his tongue hotly across the elastic-tight little
mouth.  He wanted to tease her, to drive her to the point of
insanity, but he couldn't hold back, his youth and impatience
wouldn't allow it.  All control was gone, and immediately he began
to tongue-fuck her, driving deep up into her already greedily
clasping cunt.
     As the depraved young teenager swirled and flicked his tongue
around in the velvety interior of that softly throbbing pussy, his
mind's eye was seeing a different time.  A time when his
beautiful, sensual mother was being fucked by Ward Murdock, and
somehow he couldn't help imagining himself in that place, doing
the same thing to her passionately writhing body.  Sheri was so
much like her, he just couldn't help thinking those thoughts, but
he recognized such thinking was insane.  Yet the images in his
mind were so intense, so incestuous, he licked and swirled his
tongue through that searing hot pussy-flesh with fevered urgency.
He couldn't wait much longer to crawl up between those widespread
legs and have his blood-filled cock ramming into that velvety
sheath.

                           *    *    *

     It was so much like it had been earlier to the woman writhing
erotically on the bed that she wanted to scream out obscenities,
to beg for the male flesh that would give her release, but she
couldn't run the risk of making too much noise.  It would be
horrible if the others in the cabin knew of her indiscretions!
She was here, and although she hadn't had to beg the man between
her wide-splayed legs to come, she still felt like a wanton whore.
With her legs drawn up and splayed out obscenely wide, her naked,
burning pussy was fully open to his ravaging tongue, and she
ground it shamelessly into his face, thrilling to the agonizing
passion it brought her.  A sigh caught in her throat as he
suddenly withdrew his tongue, but moments later it returned to
trace along her naked curves, snaking across her quivering belly,
then slowly up to her breasts, until finally his face was hovering
over hers and the blunt, thick head of his rigid throbbing cock
was pressing against her desire-enraged cunt.
     "Put it in!  God, hurry.  Put it in!" he groaned half
inaudibly in her ear.  He had to fuck her.  He had to!
     Donna suddenly felt as though she had stepped on a high
voltage electric wire.  For a moment she thought she was imagining
it, and she almost convinced herself it couldn't be true!
     It couldn't be.  It just couldn't be her own son!  Or ... or
could it? ...  Was that what she really wanted?  Did she really
want it to be him?  But then, the smooth rubbery cock-head
throbbed enticingly against her spread vagina again.  It didn't
matter.  Her body was on fire.  She had to have that wonderful,
hard cock.  She had to!  It was Ward Murdock, absolutely, as she
could never in her right mind allow such a horrible shameful thing
like incest to occur.  Closing her mind to any further rational
thought, the young mother groaned and wrapped her hand around the
pulsating cock at her loins, its lust-hardened mass jerking to her
touch, and knowing what she was about to do could be horribly
wrong she guided the blunt searching head to the thin, vertical
mouth of her vagina.  Then as if to clear her conscience, she
spoke to the heavily panting form lying over her in quick pleading
tones.
     "Fuck me!  Oh, darling, whoever you are, fuck me!"
     "Oh, God ... MOM!" Kevin said, his heart leaping to his
throat from the shock.  It was her!  It wasn't just his dream, it
was her!  His own mother!  But he couldn't stop!  "Mom ... I ... I
want to ... I have to ...  Oh, God, I'm going to fuck you!" he
cried, and in lust-aroused excitement jerked his hips forward with
all his strength, driving his long, rigid penis with a heavy
stroke deep into the forbidden depths of her cunt.
     Oh, God!  It was true!  It was her own son she was fucking!
But Donna couldn't stop him, didn't want to stop him, and she
arched her hips up to receive him.  "Oh, God ... God, it's a
mistake.  Wrong!  Oh, God ... God!" she cried as the virile young
shaft of hopelessly excited cock-flesh tore into her, stretching
the slick walls of her hungry vagina and plunging deep into its
seething depths.  She didn't understand how he happened to be
there instead of Ward Murdock, but all that was unimportant for
the moment.  The important thing now was what was done and what
her lust-driven mind wanted done.  The head of his massive
adolescent cock smacked hard against the cushiony tip of her
cervix deep inside her raging belly.  She loved it, loved it like
nothing before in her life!
     Ward Murdock, entering the room moments later, understood the
soft sucking sounds immediately, but moved to the low table light
to be sure.  Something had obviously happened to cross up their
plans, but he wasn't one to mind sharing a piece.  When he turned
on the lamp, he grinned in the dimly filtered light at the
incestuous coupling on the sofa-bed, and stripped off his robe
quickly.
     The strange reverie that had overwhelmed Donna's body delayed
her recognition of the other man in the room, her mind intent only
on the wonderful fucking she was getting from her own son.  But
when Ward was on the bed beside them, speaking softly to her, she
was confronted with the reality of the situation, and a wave of
shame swept over her.
     "I'm going to fuck your ass-hole!" Ward repeated as he knelt
down beside her, his hardened cock fully erect in his hand.
     Kevin was cognizant of Ward's presence and started to
protest, but his mother spoke first and he could only grunt out
his agreement.
     "Yes.  Do it.  Fuck my ass-hole, darling!" Donna groaned in
helpless passion, not totally unconcerned with their sudden
discovery.  It was her punishment for allowing this incestuous act
to proceed, and she knew the older man's words were a perfect
solution.  Such a bizarre act would certainly be debasing, but she
deserved to suffer pain and humiliation for what was happening to
her at that very moment.  She couldn't turn away from her son or
his wonderful fucking of her hungrily burning cunt, and such
debasement might absolve her of this terrible incestuous sin.
     Ward rolled Donna over on top of her teenage son who remained
locked tightly between her open thighs, then put his face close to
her now upraised buttocks to watch Kevin's thick, hard cock bury
itself deep in her wetly grasping cunt.  Donna lay spread-eagled
over him with the cheeks of her buttocks split wide, exposing her
tiny virgin anus.  Ward knew her anus was going to be tight, and
without further comment, he probed into the tiny rubbery passage
with his middle finger, preparing it for an even greater entry.
     "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, the sudden thrust of his
finger searing through her naked belly like a red-hot poker.  She
was frightened and wanted punishment, yet her body shivered with
lewd and wicked anticipation.  Her loving son had held his long,
throbbing cock deep and unmoving as Ward started to rotate his
middle finger around inside her defenseless anus, and she was wild
now with masochistic passion.
     "Fuck it!" she pleaded.  Ward could feel her young son's
heavily pulsating cock now making short impatient strokes in her
hungry cunt through the thin wall of flesh that separated the
woman's two passages, and realizing he could wait no longer, he
slipped his finger out of the rubbery clinging flesh.  His
testicles felt like they would burst from the pressure of his
building sperm, and he moved quickly up between her lewdly spread
ass cheeks, the hard blunt tip of his cock pushing hard against
her virginal anus.  Kevin, holding his mother tightly in his arms
from below, began to steadily increase his own pressure against
her clasping cuntal passage, his rock-hard penis throbbing with
increasing lust.
     "Ooohhhhhhh!" Donna grunted, wondering how she was going to
survive this unnatural and perverse punishment of her body.  When
they both lurched forward again, the pain was overwhelming.
     "NNnnnnnnooooo!" she groaned, trying to squirm away from the
terrible pressure, but it was hopeless, her pinned body completely
open to their simultaneous assault.  Ignoring her protests, Ward
shoved his hips forward and suddenly felt the tiny, elastic-like
anal opening give way to his force.  Pushing harder still, his
thick-headed cock suddenly popped noisily inside.
     "Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" Donna cried in agony, her futilely
resisting ass-hole stretched to impossible size, the pain of his
entry ripping into her like a thunderbolt.  She desperately wanted
to escape the cruel double impalement between her wide-stretched
thighs, but there was no way out.
     Feeling the resistance give way, Ward rammed his hips
forward, driving his mammoth penis several more inches into her
fleshy, rectal passage and when the strong outer muscle of her
anus clamped tightly around his throbbing shaft, it only served to
excite him more.  He had to have it all the way inside, and
ramming forward again, he drove smoothly and brutally into her
heated rectum until his loins smashed hard against her upturned
buttocks.
     "Uuuuggggghhhhh!"  It felt to Donna like her loins were being
stretched beyond the limits of probability by the two lust-
hardened male cocks, yet somehow, the initial pain in her loins
didn't affect the crazed desire in her sexually stimulated body.
Instead, a masochistic blend of agony and passion was taking hold
of her mind, driving her to want even more indignities heaped upon
her.
     "Damn, what a tight little ass-hole your mother has," Ward
groaned to Kevin, his cock pulsating with urgency, the tip of his
rigid hardness tingling with agitated lust.  Drawing his hips back
again, he tried to pick up the rhythm of the blood-engorged cock
fucking into her wide-stretched cunt from below.
     At the same time, Sheri Howell froze as she moved cautiously
into the room, stunned by the sight of her naked mother sandwiched
between her boyfriend and her younger brother.  She had
accidentally fallen asleep only to be awakened by the groans and
lewd smacking noises coming from the sitting room.  Nonetheless,
she hadn't expected to find her mother locked like this between
the two men who had brought her such pleasure.  She watched wide-
eyed, too excited and aroused at seeing such a strange
unexplainable transformation take place.  Her mother's loins
seemed to be impossibly stretched and filled by the two giant
cocks, yet the elastic-like flesh seemed to open willingly, almost
pleadingly, to the twin fucking.  Her mother even appeared to be
liking both of them fucking her at the same time!  Sheri moved
around the sofa-bed so that she could clearly see her mother's
face.  The contorted expression she saw was almost unreal: her
eyes were open and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in
them, as her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around parted
lips.  Her mother was completely transformed, no longer the pious
woman Sheri had known for so long, and suddenly she wanted to
share in her perverted joy!
     To Donna Howell, it was as if she had become a sexual
receptacle for all the debased acts in the whole world.  It was as
if something had snapped in her long-controlled mind.  Every pore
that was a part of her aroused body was joyously receiving her son
and lover.  All was open and willing, ready for the extraordinary
lust being showered upon her.  She loved it!  The more bizarre,
the better!  The two throbbing cocks were fucking relentlessly
between her unbelievably stretched thighs, one slamming
thrillingly into her rectum, while simultaneously the other drove
slickly up into her clasping cunt.  She was being buffeted like a
helpless rag-doll between two male bodies that worked together
toward mutual climaxes, and she loved it more than anything she
had ever known!
     "Oooooohhhhhh, Goddddd!  Fuck me ... Oooooh, yessss, fuck me
hard!" she pleaded, and the two men, her men, seemed to answer her
request with thundering willingness.  Their rhythm was as one,
each driving deep into her belly at the same time, then
withdrawing their long throbbing cocks only to plunge back into
her greedy cunt and rectum more quickly and lustfully than before.
     It was wonderful, and she squeezed and sucked her vaginal and
rectal sheaths hungrily at the driving shafts, wanting desperately
to milk them of all the hot male cum they contained.
     Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of
passion, but through it all, she recognized her daughter standing
near, and she wanted to bring her into the wonderful pleasures
too.
     "Sheri, darling ... come here.  Come quick, baby!" she
groaned at her naked daughter.  It was all the encouragement the
young teenager needed, and she was up on the bed, spreading her
legs out wide, her burning cunt close to her mother's full sensual
lips.  Donna was like a wild animal, anxious to lap up the sexual
juices that flowed hotly from her daughter's freshly flowering
cunt, and her tongue snaked out into the thin, blonde-fringed
vaginal slit like a hot electric probe, sliding smoothly up and
down the quivering valley until it found the clasping opening of
her burning vagina.  Quickly then, licking around the tight,
little hole, she drew all the excitedly seeping pussy fluids
hungrily into her mouth, then groaning and stretching her tongue
out its full length, she thrust it deep into the smooth steaming
pussy flesh between her seventeen year old daughter's widespread
legs.
     "Oooohhhhh, yessss ... suck it like that, mother!  Suck it!"
     It was all there, and Donna couldn't think of anything that
had ever made her happier.  She was lost in a swirl of sexual
happiness she had denied herself all her life.  Until now she had
never fully realized her sexual needs, but filled as she now was
with her family and new-found lover, it was all perfectly clear.
At last she had acquired the taste and scent of a wild rutting
animal and at the same time she felt a new and unbelievable
motherly passion of love for her children, and she knew she would
soon feel it all culminating together in both her liquid smooth
cunt and tightly burning rectum.  It was complete fulfillment, and
she was straining to reach its mysterious peak.
     Trapped between the three nakedly aroused bodies, she seemed
to churn with sexual energy, pulling and sucking with curious
force at all the sexual probes within her.  Her motions acted as a
trigger for the releasing of all the grinding passion that had
become electrically charged as one.  Kevin moaned as he slammed
his blood-filled cock into the farthest depths of his mother's
hungrily rippling cunt, and the moment it began spewing its hot
white cum, Ward increased his strokes into her greedily milking
rectum, his mammoth cock expanding rapidly, then exploding in a
rocket-like searing release.  Both cocks, buried deep, now spewed
fiery blasts of sperm far up into her crazily jerking belly.
     "Aaaaaaaggggghhh!" Donna's all-enveloping climax was groaned
out into her daughter's fleshy, quivering cunt as she trembled
with the glowing pleasures of the heated sperm being pumped into
her rectum and greedily contracting cunt.  She heard Sheri moan
too, and suddenly her mouth was busy sucking in the climactic
juices she so hungrily wanted.  The four nakedly connected bodies,
mother, son, daughter and daughter's boyfriend, jerked and bounced
together for indeterminate time, and when they finally collapsed
in an exhausted, sweat-glistening heap, it was only the beginning
of a long, lust-filled night.



                            Chapter 8

     It was four in the afternoon, and the last day of school
before summer vacation.  It was smoggy and overcast, and Donna was
hurrying.  She took one long, last look around the classroom
before turning off the lights, then stepped into the corridor and
closed the door, but she did not lock it for she no longer had the
key.  The familiar corridor was quiet as she walked briskly toward
her car.
     Almost six months had passed since the Christmas vacation at
Yosemite, and thanks to Ward Murdock and her son, she was a
totally different person.  Perhaps her family was different from
most, but at least they knew and understood what was important to
them.  Most significant to Donna, however, was that for the first
time in years, family love was more important than the mere
support of it.  Comfort and happiness came first and foremost now,
and she finally realized these difficult commodities were not
achieved by simply making money.
     It usually took her fifteen minutes to drive from school to
her Pasadena home, but tonight she cut the time to a little over
ten.  Tonight there was no daydreaming, just simple expectancy,
and when she swung into the driveway, the narrow crotchband of her
panties was damp with moisture.  The car stopped with a jerk, and
she was out and up the walkway almost before the engine sputtered
to a stop.  Her mouth opened and words rushed out the instant the
front door was open:
     "Kevin? ... Sheri? ... Ward? ... Anyone home yet," she cried
expectantly.
     "Mmmmmmmm ... in ... here," came the muffled cry from the
back bedroom.
     "We ... couldn't ... wait ..."
     She didn't bother to answer, but headed toward that voice,
leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing.
     For better or for worse, Donna Murdock had arrived!



                              The End