Black Leather Mama
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Marsha stood before the young man in her black leather bra and her boots. 
Her hairy, sexy cunt was bare so that he could see just how good her pussy 
really was. 

The room they were in was covered with leather and the young man and the 
older, sexy woman sniffed that aroma together as they looked at each other 
and waited for the fucking to start. 

Before it could start, she had to tell the young man the whole truth. 

"I come into this leather room and put on this leather outfit and play with 
myself. I fuck myself with this leather rod. I use it as if it were a cock, 
your cock." 

The young man laughed because he knew a compliment when he heard it. 

And Marsha knew that she was telling the man the truth. She knew that she 
wanted this young man who was hardly more than a boy. She wanted him to fuck 
her. She had dreamed about his big cock going in and out of her pussy time 
and time again. 

It did not matter to her that some would consider sex with this young man 
perverted. 

It did not matter to her that he was her son. 

The blonde opened her legs and ran her fingers over her hairy twat. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned. "I want you to fuck my pussy, my son and make 
me feel so good." 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Jessica Jenson sat behind the wheel of her car and watched the young, blond 
boy pass by. She had been watching him like this for days and she already 
knew a great deal about him. 

She hoped that she would be able to fuck this boy and that this boy would 
then lead her to his mother, the famous former movie star. 

Jessica Jenson was a young television journalist and she was after a scoop, 
the kind of story that would propel her right to the top of her profession. 
This story could be that scoop. The boy was seventeen years old and he was 
the son of Marsha Billings, the famous movie sex symbol. 

Jessica watched the boy walk down the street in front of her car and ran 
through all of the details she had in her mind about Marsha Billings. 

The woman was thirty-five now, if studios could be believed. She had become 
a famous star almost over-night when she appeared in "Revenge of the 
Vikings." She was twenty-two at that time, married to a soldier and trying 
to make a little extra money as a model. But, after that film, Marsha 
Billings never had to worry about money again. Her blonde sex appeal and her 
child-like, vulnerable quality made her one of the major stars of the 
screen. 

And she could act too. She played very tender parts with warmth and beauty. 
She was nominated for academy awards two times during her career. One 
nomination came for her performance in "They Had What They Wanted," and the 
other came for the performance in "The Only Girl in the World." 

Then, two years before, she had suddenly quit the movies and had taken her 
teen-aged children, a son and a daughter and left Hollywood. For months, no 
one knew where she was or what she was doing. Then Jessica Jenson got a tip 
that Marsha Billings was living in the small Massachusetts town where she 
had grown up, where the people of the town protected her from outsiders and 
members of the press. 

Jessica had been in this town for nearly a week. At first, no one would 
admit that Marsha Billings lived in this town, that they even knew who she 
was. But she found one man who liked the way that Jessica looked and she 
fucked that man for information. It was the way that Jessica had gotten a 
couple of her major scoops before. She knew that she was attractive with her 
soft, blonde hair and her round face. She looked like a little girl who had 
grown up to be a completely professional woman without losing her 
little-girl charm. That is what men liked most about her, that little-girl 
charm. 

When she had fucked that one man in town, he drove her to the big house at 
the far end of Maple Drive, the house surrounded by a high wall. That was 
where the famous actress lived, he said. Her children went to the local high 
school and she took care of that big house all by herself. She did not have 
any servants at all. 

Jessica thought that that was strange. This wealthy, Hollywood sex goddess 
was living in a small town and acting like a mother of two children and 
nothing more. She was acting like a regular housewife, except for one thing. 
The man from the town who had told Jessica all that he knew about the famous 
actress's new life did not mention a husband. In fact, he said, he had never 
seen a man around the big house at all, only the boy and the girl and the 
mother. 

That was strange. Jessica had also researched Marsha's husband, a marine who 
rose to the rank of major and fought in the Vietnam War. But, after Vietnam, 
he was not heard from again, at least in the press. The reporters knew that 
Ted Billings was not dead, but they were not sure what had happened to him. 

Jessica watched the young son of Marsha Billings head down the street for 
his house and she studied him too. He was a good-looking boy, a thin, blond 
boy with a hairless, tanned face. He was the kind of boy that teen-aged 
girls usually fell in love with immediately when they saw him walk into the 
classroom. But Jeff Billings had been in that town for two years and he 
still did not seem to have a girlfriend. In fact, he did not seem to have 
any friends at all. He was always alone, walking to and from school with his 
books under his arm. He walked quickly, as if he were afraid that someone 
was chasing him. Jessica watched Jeff move into the distance and wondered if 
he had ever been fucked. 

It would be a pleasure to fuck this boy, she thought. 

And that is what she intended to do tonight. She would fuck him and then she 
would ask him to lead her to his mother. That was the way that Jessica would 
get the scoop, the story that would make her a big-name television star. 

Jessica had only been a small-time reporter before with a small-time UHF 
station in Boston, but that was going to change. She was on her vacation now 
and she was going to come back from that vacation with word to her bosses 
that she had gotten an interview with the famous star and an agreement to 
appear on camera for another interview. Or, she thought quickly, maybe she 
would not go to her bosses with that story. Maybe she would call the 
networks in New York City and let one of them bite at her yarn and her 
interview. That way, she would be able to work for the network and be on 
national TV every night. 

But all of those plans were just fantasies at the moment. She knew that. 
First, she had to get Jeff Billings on her side and she had already worked 
out how she would do it. 

The young man went one other place besides school. He went to the library 
every night and checked out a couple of books. It seemed that he spent a 
great deal of time reading and she wondered if that blond fellow ever really 
slept. 

But that did not matter, not yet. What did matter was that Jessica planned 
to be at the library that night when he came out of that little building 
with a couple of books in his hands. 

Then she would really put her plan into action. 

Jessica smiled and lit a cigarette and sat there behind the steering wheel 
and wondered about the daughter, Kristy Billings. That girl was not at all 
like her brother. The man that she had fucked had told Jessica all kinds of 
stories about the fifteen-year-old daughter of the famous movie star. She 
was a cheerleader in high school and seemed to be very popular with all of 
the students, especially the boys. But there had been talk, rumors about her 
sexual feats, her wild ways even at fifteen. Jessica knew that she would 
have to investigate those rumors too. She wanted to know as much as she 
could know about the whole Billings family for her scoop. 

Jessica turned the key in the ignition and thought again about how good this 
story was going to be for her career. 

She had heard all the stories about journalists who had become overnight 
sensations with one story. She knew about all of those second-string 
reporters who had gone to Texas with President Kennedy in November of 1963 
because no senior members of the press wanted to be bothered with that type. 
Those journalists who had gone had suddenly found that; they were senior 
members of the press after they covered that national tragedy. That was the 
thing that made journalism so strange, Jessica thought. Often, what was bad 
for the country was good for the journalists who covered it. And Jessica 
knew that she would never get anywhere if she started worrying about what 
was bad for the country or bad for the people involved in her stories. So 
what if Marsha Billings just wanted to be left alone? So what if she had had 
some kind of tragedy in her life that no one really knew anything about? 
Jessica knew that she was going to have to uncover as much as possible about 
that famous movie star, whether it hurt her or not. Get the facts and let 
the chips fall where they may, one of her professors in journalism school 
had said to her and that was the way that she had to work. Besides, she 
thought, the people of America wanted to know what had happened to their 
beloved star. They had paid millions of dollars to see her on the screen and 
they wanted her back on that screen if they could get her. If they could not 
get her, they at least wanted to know what had happened to her and what had 
happened to her family. Jessica found that she was especially intrigued with 
the questions about her husband, the war hero who had just disappeared from 
public view. Was he still alive? Was he injured in some way in Vietnam? She 
wanted answers. All America wanted answers to those questions. 

Jessica was only twenty-four years old. She hoped that she was up to this 
kind of story. There were so many questions to be asked, she thought as she 
drove down the little street. So many questions and so many things to 
uncover. She took a deep breath and determined to uncover as much as she 
could. 

She would start in the uncovering of the story that night when she met Jeff 
Billings outside the library. 

That night, she parked her car in front of the little library building and 
got out of the car and opened the hood. She was wearing a pair of white 
shorts and a T-shirt that showed off her girlish curves. She knew that she 
was attractive to men, but she wanted one man only that night, the teen-aged 
son of Marsha Billings. She knew that Jeff was in the library. She had seen 
him go into the building from where she had parked the car about a block 
away. She would be the helpless woman in distress for Jeff Billings. Jessica 
knew that no man would be able to resist playing a knight in shining armor. 

She was bending over, twitching her ass in the cool night air, when Jeff 
Billings came out of the library. She was looking under the hood of the car. 

When she heard the footsteps coming up behind her, she turned and saw the 
blond young man. 

He was very handsome in a boyish way she thought. Then, she asked him her 
prepared question. 

"Could you help me?" she asked. "I think that there is something wrong with 
my car." 

The teen-ager grinned at her. Jessica had done her homework well. She had 
learned that Jeff Billings liked to tinker with cars and she had loosened 
the fan-belt of this car just a little bit, so that he would be able to 
correct the belt and be her hero. 

It was late spring and Jeff wore white at night, just as Jessica did. He was 
wearing a T-shirt and a pair of white jeans. When Jessica looked at him from 
this close, she immediately realized that he was muscular in his slimness, 
that his body was taut with strength, boyish, thin strength, a special kind 
that she liked most of all. She also thought that they would go well 
together. She was blonde and his hair was light too. They were both wearing 
white that night and she remembered that he was Jeff and she was Jessica. 
Everything seemed to point toward a union between them on this late spring 
night and looking at the teen-aged boy, the young journalist hoped that she 
be united with him. She found Jeff Billings very sexy. 

The young man did not say anything. He just set the books that he carried on 
the top of the car and walked to the front of the vehicle. He peered under 
the hood for a second and then tightened the fan-belt with an easy motion of 
his hand. Then he smiled up. 

"Is it all right now?" Jessica asked, knowing that it was all right. 

Jeff nodded his head. 

"Thank you very much," the blonde said, twisting her body in her tight 
shorts and T-shirt and looking the young mart over as she complimented him. 
"You are my hero tonight." 

The young man blushed, but did not say anything. 

"What is your name?" Jessica asked. 

"J-J-Jeff," the young man stammered. Then he turned his face away from her 
and seemed ashamed that he had finally had to speak, had shown off his 
affliction to this sexy, young woman. 

He was a stutterer. 

That explained a great deal, the journalist thought. That explained why he 
did not run around with other kids. She knew that high school students could 
be very cruel and Jeff had probably faced a lot of cruelty because of his 
affliction. He seemed ashamed of it. But he was still handsome and sexy, the 
journalist thought. Stutter or no stutter, she wanted to fuck this boy. 

"Would you like to have a ride somewhere, Jeff?" the journalist asked, 
ignoring his stammer and smiling at him to let him know that she was still 
interested in him. 

The young man stood up and shrugged his shoulders. 

"I am new in town," Jessica said, leaning against the car and watching the 
young man's eyes go down to her braless tits that moved inside her T-shirt. 
"Maybe you could show me around." 

Again, he shrugged his shoulders. But Jessica was not going to be denied. 
She picked up the books that he had put on the top of her car and looked at 
them. He had checked out two novels, one by F. Scott Fitzgerald and one by 
Thomas Wolfe. She smiled at him. 

"These are two of my favorite writers too," she said softly. "I think that 
they are both fine stylists." 

"I-I-I-I like them," Jeff said bashfully. 

Jessica threw the books into the opened car window and opened the door on 
the driver's side. 

"Come on," she said. "Show me around town." 

The boy could not deny her. He was attracted to her. The journalist knew 
that. And she also knew that he felt good with her because she did not even 
seem to notice his stammer. He walked around to the other side of the car 
and shut the hood before he got in. 

When Jessica turned the key in the ignition, the motor purred like a kitten. 
She listened to it for a second and then turned to Jeff. 

"Thank you again, Jeff," she said. "It sounds just fine. You are really my 
hero." 

The boy blushed again as Jessica pulled away from the curb and started down 
the road. She was driving to the edge of town. She did not really need 
anyone to show her around, but if the boy wanted to point out some of the 
landmarks of the area, that would be all right with her. 

But Jeff did not point anything out. He kept his eyes on Jessica, as if he 
already knew what she wanted, that she wanted something more than a guide 
around the town. He kept staring at the pretty, blonde woman, looking in 
particular at her tits, the things that moved in her T-shirt when she 
breathed. She glanced at him and smiled, showing her dimples to this boy. 

Finally, the young man worked up his courage and spoke some more words. 

"Wh-What is your n-n-name?" 

"Jessica," she said. 

"Ver-ver-very pretty name and you are very pretty too," he said. 

"Thank you, Jeff. I think that you are very handsome and sexy." 

When she said that, she glanced down at his jeans and saw the bulge in his 
crotch, the way that that bulge was growing as he stared at her. She was 
happy to see that. She wanted this boy to feel comfortable with her but she 
also wanted him to feel turned on with her too. 

"Maybe we will go out by the lake and sit and talk. All right, Jeff?" 

The blond, young man just nodded his head. He, no doubt, knew what people 
did when they parked by the lake. They did not sit and talk. He opened his 
mouth and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to steady his nerves for 
this experience. She wondered again as she looked at him if he had ever 
fucked a girl before. In a way, she hoped that he had not done that, because 
she wanted to be Jeff Billings' first woman. She wanted to make him feel 
indebted to her. That way, it would easier to get him to talk to his mother 
about her and her request for an interview, Jessica thought. 

It was still early in the evening and there were no other cars parked by the 
lake when they got there. Jessica pulled into the spot that she had picked 
out in advance, a spot far away from where the other cars driven by 
teen-agers usually wound up. She turned off the motor and sat there behind 
the steering wheel and looked at Jeff. 

"I have been watching you for a couple of days," she said softly. "I saw you 
and I thought that you were very sexy and very handsome and I just had to 
meet you some way." 

The boy did not say anything. He just stared at her with his blue eyes 
anxious and eager to do anything that she wanted to do. She could read that 
in those eyes and she knew that this boy was going to be putty in her hands. 

She reached out and ran her fingers over his blond hair. It was long and cut 
to form a circle around his face. Jessica thought that it made him look a 
little like a little boy angel. She smiled at him and he smiled back. 

"I want you tonight, Jeff," she said softly, tenderly. "I want you just for 
tonight because I think that we would go well together. We are both in white 
and we are both blonde and we are-" 

Jessica did not get a chance to complete her sentence. Jeff moved close to 
her very quickly and pulled her to him and kissed her mouth before she could 
get any more words out. His lips were hard against hers, but as the kiss 
deepened and as she put her arms around him to show him that she craved him 
with a tender passion, the kiss became softer and more sexy. She opened her 
mouth and let him move his tongue into her. Their tongues played little 
games with each other there, moving from one mouth to the other. When the 
kiss was over, Jeff just held her against his strong, young body and 
breathed into her hair. 

Then she had to ask the question that had been plaguing her for a long time. 

"Have you ever done this before, Jeff, what we are going to do?" 

"Yes," he murmured without stammering at all. 

"When?" 

"In California." 

"Who was the girl?" 

Jeff pulled back and looked at the journalist with his eyes soft with lust 
for her. 

"It was a w-w-w-woman," he admitted. "A friend of my m-m-m-mother's." 

"Oh." 

"It was a long time ago," he added softly. 

Jessica quickly did some figuring in her head. It could not have been that 
long ago really. Jeff was only seventeen years old right now. But he had 
been in this town for a couple of years and that meant that he had probably 
be seduced by his mother's friend when he was fifteen or even younger. She 
wondered who that woman had been, a famous star just like his mother? She 
tried to picture one of the famous movie stars from the screen fucking this 
boy when he was only fourteen or fifteen, rolling and rocking under him with 
passion. The vision gave the journalist chills. It was something else she 
would have to learn about, something else that she would have to uncover. If 
Jeff's first woman was a movie star, it would make a great story, especially 
if Jessica found out that this famous woman liked to fuck only young boys. 

But that was for the future, the journalist reminded herself. The present 
was more important. 

Jessica ran her fingers over the boy's shoulders and spoke to him softly. 

"Show me your body, Jeff," she said. 

He smiled at that request, but he did not hesitate. He wanted to show her 
his body. He was proud of the way he looked, the journalist thought, even 
though he was ashamed of his stammer. But she found that she liked even the 
stammer. It made Jeff seem more vulnerable and boyish, more like a man-child 
who would turn into a very good stud. 

Jeff pulled his T-shirt off and showed the woman his muscular chest. Then he 
sat there and grinned at her. She knew what he wanted. He had taken off his 
T-shirt. He wanted her to take off hers. 

And the television journalist was very willing to do that. 

She slowly ran her fingers down over her tits. They were not huge knockers, 
but they were well-formed and sexy and they were the kind of tits that a 
pretty professional woman such as Jessica could make good use of. 

She put her hands under her T-shirt and gave him another smile, showing tier 
dimples in a cute, sexy way. Then she pulled the T-shirt off with a steady 
movement. The T-shirt tousled her hair as it came off and made her look even 
more natural and loving too the boy. 

Then the journalist sat there in the front seat of the car and let the young 
man look at her bare, sexy tits. 

"You can touch my breasts, Jeff. In fact, I would like for you to touch 
them." 

Her words came in a soft, whispery voice, a voice that was filled with 
passion for the young man. 

Jeff reached out and put his hands on her breasts, cupped her flesh with 
each hand and squeezed her tits gently. Jessica closed her eyes and moaned a 
little as she felt the desire rush through her body. This young man's touch 
thrilled her. She tried to keep in mind that he was Marsha Billings' son, 
that he would lead her to the biggest story of her career. But she could not 
think about that right then. She could only think about the feeling that he 
was giving her with his hand on her breasts. He was massaging those tits and 
moving them with a slow, almost leisurely motion. She liked that. This young 
man must have learned a lot from his older woman lover those many months 
ago, the journalist thought. He had learned how to touch a girl and made her 
feel warm and juicy inside. 

The oil came to the journalist's cunt and both the boy and the woman smelled 
the sweet aroma of wet pussy there in that car. It thrilled both of them and 
made them want to continue with this action until they reached their 
ultimate passion point. 

Jessica reached out as Jeff continued to rub her tits and ran her hands over 
his strong, young shoulders and down his arms. She felt the muscles tight in 
there, tight and trembling in his arms as he worked on her breasts. 

"I want you, Jeff," the blonde, sexy journalist muttered. 

And then she crushed the boy's body against hers and kissed him with 
passion. She ran her fingers up and down his back and felt the strength that 
was there as he continued to gently massage her breasts and run his fingers 
under her tits to give her a tingling in that soft, feminine flesh there. 

Jessica took her lips off his and kissed his boyish, hairless face with 
little, loving smacks. She felt the boy take his hands off her tits and move 
his fingers down her stomach as that part of her body tingled and tensed 
with lustful spasms. 

As the boy raised himself up on the car seat, the woman ran her hands over 
his tight, white jeans and felt his rounded buns and pressed him even closer 
to her body. 

Then the boy began to pull away from her. For the first few seconds, he 
almost had to struggle to get out of her arms. That did not surprise Jeff. 
He was used to that clinging that women did when they had him in their 
clutches. The other woman, his mother's friend, had been that way too. She 
had not wanted to let him go, even for a few seconds. But the blonde in the 
car finally did let him move away from her and when she saw that he was 
going to loosen his pants, she relaxed. She knew that he was not trying to 
escape her. 

As Jeff slipped out of his shoes and loosened his belt, he thought of that 
other woman and what she had done for him back in Hollywood. 

She was one of those movie actresses that everyone reads about, the aging 
woman who had once made a career out of playing the girl next door. Now that 
she was no longer a girl, she had to play madams and wardens in women's 
prisons and stuff like that. But she was still sexy enough to attract Jeff 
and she had been attracted to him too. The actress had always liked to fuck, 
something that the studio had covered up when she was the girl-next-door. 
She also liked to drink. 

And she had been drunk the afternoon that she had come over to the Hollywood 
mansion where her good friend, Marsha, lived. She had been so drunk that, 
when she saw Jeff there alone, sitting at the edge of the pool in his 
swimming trunks, she had reached out and grabbed his prick and massaged it 
without even letting him speak to her and protest what she was doing. Of 
course, he would not have protested anyway. Jeff was very shy because of his 
stammer and he did not like to talk to people. But he was also a horny 
teen-ager and he wanted to fuck the woman. 

They had fucked there at the edge of the pool, on the concrete. The woman 
had showed Jeff many things that afternoon and after they were through with 
their tucking, she had talked to him about his mother. 

"You arc certainly Marsha's boy," she said with a smile as she lay there 
next to him, naked in the afternoon sun. 

He looked at her and the question came from his eyes. He wanted to know what 
she meant by that. 

"Do you know what your mother likes to do?" the woman had asked the boy. 

Jeff shook his head. His mother did not seem to enjoy very much at all. She 
always seemed strangely sad to Jeff and that made Jeff worry about her. 

"Your mother likes to dress up in leather and parade around in her bedroom 
while people watch her and admire her," the woman revealed. "She does that 
on weekends when she sends you and Kristy away to visit relatives or some 
such shit." 

Jeff tried to think. The woman's revelation confused him. He and Kristy did 
not go to visit relatives. They went to the farm that their mother owned 
with a couple of servants and spent the weekends riding horses and acting 
like cowboy and cowgirl. It did seem that Jeff's mother was always more at 
ease when he and Kristy returned from those weekends, but the boy had always 
thought that she was more at ease because she had spent the weekend resting. 

But what was this about leather? 

"L-l-leather?" he asked the woman. 

"Leather," she replied, nodding her head affirmatively. "Your mother likes 
to wear leather. She wears leather bras and leather panties and she carries 
a little leather pole with her. Did you see your mother in that Viking Women 
movie?" 

Jeff nodded his head. He had seen that movie on television one night and his 
mother had informed him that that was the movie that had made her a star. He 
thought that his mother looked very sexy and pretty in that movie. 

"She wore leather in that film," the actress said, "and she found out when 
she was making that movie that that was the way that she liked to dress. 
That leather was cool and smelled nice and made her clit get hard and her 
cunt juicy." 

The woman had continued to talk about his mother, but Jeff had blocked her 
words out of his mind. He did not know what to think about his mother 
parading around the bedroom in leather garments. But he knew that something 
about that idea thrilled him. 

He loved his mother very much and he thought that she was very sexy and his 
only wish was to make his mother a happy woman. He knew that she had not 
been happy in a long time, if she had ever been happy. 

All of these thoughts and memories ran through his head and he pushed his 
jeans down his legs and pulled them off. He sat there in the front seat in 
his jockey shorts and looked down at the big bulge in them. He glanced at 
the pretty, blonde woman who sat next to him with her tits bare and he could 
see that she too was looking at the bulge. It captivated her just as it had 
captivated that actress on that sunny afternoon in Hollywood. 

Jeff had not fucked any other women after that actress-not because he did 
not like fucking but because he did not know how to go about asking a girl 
to make it with him. He was still ashamed of his stutter. But, if a pretty 
woman did not ask him to talk, he would be glad to fuck her, he decided, 
glad indeed. However, no pretty women had come along in his life until 
tonight. This one had not asked him to talk that much and she did not seem 
to mind his stammer. That made him very happy. 

And he kept thinking of his mother in leather. He had never seen his mother 
dressed like that. He had not really wanted to see her like that because he 
knew that the reality would never be as good as the fantasy that he had 
carried in his brain for years. 

But he had thought about her often and now he wondered if his mother still 
dressed in black leather when she was at home alone. He sensed that that 
leather had something to do with the fact that his mother had left Hollywood 
and come back to this little town with Jeff and Kristy. But he was not sure 
how the leather worked into the story, really. He just sensed that it did. 

He looked at the lovely, bare-breasted woman who sat next to him. She had 
moved from behind the steering wheel and was sitting in the middle of the 
long front seat. She ran her fingers over his neck and she put her other 
hand on his leg and slowly moved that hand up his thigh. She did not rush it 
and Jeff was glad that she was not going to rush. He wanted to take his time 
with this woman, so that he could feel all the tingling that she could give 
a boy such as he was. 

When Jessica finally worked her hand up to the briefs, she spread her 
fingers and cupped the cock and the balls, the bulge in the undergarment 
with her hand. She played with Jeff that way and she leaned close to him and 
moaned in his ear. 

"I bet you are very big, Jeff," she murmured. "I bet you are one hell of a 
stud." 

Jeff just nodded his head. He knew that he was a stud. The woman he had had 
in Hollywood had said that he was a stud, that he was an excellent lay. 

And now the teen-aged boy knew that he would even be better at fucking 
because he had a new vision to think about when he fucked this woman. He 
could think about his mother in leather. 

His mother was so sexy, even now. He thought about her as the blonde woman 
played with his bulge and he remembered that his mother was blonde too, 
blonde and fresh-faced and pretty with big tits. She had been a star and she 
had deserved to be one too. 

Jessica wanted to hurry up and fuck this young man, but she did not want to 
do it in the car. She wanted to be comfortable in her fucking and she had 
already planned this part out, had already sought out a very private, very 
natural place to fuck Jeff Billings. 

"Let's get out of the car," she said softly. 

When Jeff nodded his head, agreed to her suggestion, the journalist moved 
away from him and opened the door on her side of the car. Jeff got out on 
the other side and stood there in his briefs and waited for her to come 
around to him and take his hand and lead him to where she wanted him to go. 

She led him to a spot surrounded by trees, a lovely, soft spot of earth that 
seemed very natural to the journalist on this night in late spring. 

There, he stood on the ground and watched as the bare-titted, blonde woman 
lowered herself to her knees in front of him. 

His mother in leather. That vision ran through his mind and got mixed up 
with the sight that he was really seeing at that moment, the sight of the 
blonde woman kneeling before him and running her hands over the back of his 
legs and looking up at him as if he were a god that she were worshipping. 
But, in his mind, the woman who knelt before him was not this pretty 
stranger who had picked him up in front of the library. It was his mother, 
dressed in leather, kneeling before him and begging him to make her happy 
for the first time in her life. 

Jeff would do anything for his mother. 

He looked down on Jessica and smiled. That smile and his silence made him 
special to the journalist. She wanted to give him pleasure and get pleasure 
from him. He would be a stud. She was sure of that. She pressed the side of 
her face to the bulge in his jockey shorts, using it almost like a pillow. 
She rested there for a moment and thought of nothing, not of her career and 
not of the scoop that she wanted. She only felt warm with that cock pulsing 
against the side of her face like something that was alive and powerful, 
like something that was yearning to give her all that she wanted in life. 

It had been months since she had actually had a fucking that she had 
enjoyed. The guy who had led her to Marsha Billings and her family had not 
been very good and the men in Boston, the man who told her that they could 
do great things for her, were not very good either. But this boy would be 
good. She just knew it. He had had some experience and he was young and trim 
and handsome and feverishly eager but willing to wait. He was everything 
that a woman wanted in a man, Jessica thought. 

The journalist ran her face over the bulge slowly and felt the pulsing from 
that cock move through her own body as if she were strangely connected to 
Jeff, as if they were part of the same, lustful creature. 

Then she pulled her face away from him and looked up at him again as he 
smiled down in silence and she put her fingers under the waistband of his 
shorts and pulled them down. She pulled them down with a slow, steady 
motion, the kind that a woman uses with a man when she knows that he will be 
good and when she wants to prolong things until everything is just right. 

The jockey shorts came down with ease and the cock, that thing that had been 
yearning to get out of captivity for so long, jumped out at Jessica. It was 
long and fat and the soft, light hair that grew at the base of it made it 
look even bigger to her eyes. She looked up at the boy's face again and she 
could not get over the idea that he was just a boy and that, somehow, a 
man's throbbing prick had been grafted onto his boyish body. He was a 
man-child, the type that she really liked, the type that she had liked from 
the first moment that she had started to fuck when she was fifteen years 
old. There was something about Jeff's youthful, silent sexiness that seemed 
to infect Jessica. They were made for each other, she thought again and she 
felt young too even though she was not all that old. She felt girlish, more 
girlish that she had been in years. She was no longer the tough professional 
journalist. She was a little girl looking at the body of a boy that she 
wanted more than anything else in the whole world. 

"I want to suck your cock," she said softly, looking up at Jeff. 

The boy nodded. 

Quickly, Jessica pulled the jockey shorts down his legs and held them for 
him to step out of the undergarments. When he was naked, Jessica leaned 
against his legs and kissed them and tasted the sweetness of his flesh. She 
licked the almost hairless flesh of his thighs and then turned her attention 
again to that cock, that prick that stood out from his boyish body. 

She took her hands off his legs and held them up to the cock, as if she were 
offering some gift to that prick. Then she wrapped the fingers of one of her 
hand around the big tool and she noticed that she was trembling and that her 
breath was shallow with excitement. She had not been this turned on in a 
long time, she thought. 

Jessica stroked the prick with her hand a couple of times and watched the 
drop of fluid form on the head of the prick. She leaned forward and licked 
that drop off Jeff's cock with a quick movement of her tongue. Then she 
kissed the pink tip of the rod, the crown of his manhood. It tasted sweet 
and young and fresh to her. And Jeff stood so still that she thought for a 
moment that he was a statue. That was a nice fantasy, she thought, for if he 
were a statue, he would never grow old, he would never lose his thin, 
boyish, muscled appeal. But he was not a statue. A statue is cold, she 
reminded herself and Jeff was very warm, especially his cock. That rod was 
warm and it heated her too, made her feel lustful with heat as he stood 
there before her so silently. With that heat in her body and in her head, 
the journalist opened her mouth and leaned forward and pressed her lips 
around the crown of the cock and sucked. The boy stood there and let her do 
that. He did not move, but his prick, which seemed to have a life of its 
own, trembled and quivered with her sucking and added even more heat to both 
of them, to that mutual, lustful animal that they were when they were united 
on this late spring night. 

Jessica liked the taste of his cock so much that she moved further down the 
shaft and felt the hard prick batter the back of her throat. She opened her 
throat and let the thing run down there and fill her up and make her feel 
soft and warm inside. Then she sucked with passion, moving her head back and 
forth on the cock and feeling the hardness in her. She was wetting his cock 
with her mouth, giving him even more power to use when he fucked her. 

And Jessica could hardly wait for that fucking to begin. She wanted to know 
what that good cock would feel like when it was inside her pussy. She wanted 
to know just how much of a stud this boy was. 

Her pussy was already wet with juice because she was so excited and her tits 
seemed alive with new nerves as she sucked on his cock and moved back and 
forth, toward and away from the young man's thin body. 

Then she took her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He smiled down, 
letting the woman know that she had pleased him a great deal with her lips 
and her sucking. 

Jessica lay back on the ground and put her hands on her shorts. She rubbed 
her fingers over the area over her pussy and felt the trembling inside the 
shorts there and then she loosened the shorts and raised her hips and pushed 
them off her body. 

She was not wearing any panties. 

Her cunt hair was soft and brownish and lush like a tropical jungle, Jeff 
thought. 

The teen-aged boy kept thinking that this woman was blonde and sexy, as his 
mother was blonde and sexy. When he saw Jessica's pussy hair, he wondered if 
his mother's was much the same way, lush and brownish and furry like a 
little animal. 

He hoped that it was. 

He fell to his knees in front of the sexy blonde. Now it was his turn to 
worship her. He touched her shorts and took them in his hands and pulled 
them off her body slowly. She let him do that. She even smiled at him when 
he did that, when he played that special part in getting her ready for the 
fucking. 

When the woman was naked too. Jeff looked down and studied her pussy. He 
moved his fingers slowly up the inside of her thighs and then touched the 
lips of her pussy. She opened her legs wide for him as he ran his finger 
around the moist lips of her cunt and felt the skin quiver under his touch. 
He liked that. He thought that the quivering was a sign that he was making 
her happy and Jeff only wanted to make women happy, women like his mother 
who deserved to be happy because they were so sexy and they gave so much to 
so many people. 

He slipped his finger into the woman's snatch and felt the oozing juiciness 
in there. The woman sighed when she felt his finger invade her and Jeff 
liked hearing that sigh, another sign of peace and happiness, he thought. 

Jessica knew that it was only a matter of time until something else that 
belonged to that boy was in her. She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at 
his cock, the prick that she had sucked. She had given that cock something, 
she thought and soon it would give something back to her. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned, saying the words before she even realized that 
they were out of her mouth. "Fuck my pussy and make me come." 

"Will it make you happy to come?" he asked. 

There was no stammer now. He was naked and sure of himself because this 
woman was blonde like his mother. 

"Yes," Jessica moaned. "It will make me very happy to come." 

Jeff pulled his fingers out of her snatch and moved close to that sweet 
opening in her body. His cock was still hard because he had been thinking 
about his mother all this time. He moved between her outstretched legs and 
lifted her pussy up by putting his hands under her firm ass and raising that 
sweet body toward him. He took a deep breath and knew what he must do. He 
must make this woman happy. That was his mission in life as he saw it. 

He aimed his cock at her juicy opening and pressed his body to hers. The tip 
of his prick went into her and the blonde woman sighed and tensed her body 
and moaned to him. 

"Fuck me, you boy stud. Fuck me and make me happy." 

With those words ringing in his ears, Jeff moved into her with a force, a 
manly force. The woman gasped and then relaxed when his cock was in her, 
deep in her pussy. Then Jeff started to fuck, staying there on his knees and 
feeling her pussy pulse against him as she moved with his rhythm and fucked 
him back. 

All of that waiting was worth it, Jessica thought as the fucking began. It 
was worth it because she now felt that boy in her pussy and felt his cock 
filling her up like nothing had filled her in a long time. She was 
mindlessly moving against his prick, fucking him back with a youthful 
energy, thinking of nothing but the warmth that shot through her body every 
time that Jeff moved his cock deep into her love-hole. She tensed her ass, 
the ass that he still held in his hands and she moaned as they moved 
together and formed that one, unified, lustful animal again. 

Jessica lifted her arms up and beckoned the fucking boy-man to her. Jeff 
read her needs and came to her without missing a stroke into her pussy. As 
he leaned forward, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and touched his 
boyish face with her fingers and then, as he came closer, she kissed him. 
They lay on the ground together, with Jeff moving on top of her and their 
bodies matching in rhythms that seemed to come up from the earth and they 
fucked with youthful glee. 

Then Jessica began to gasp as the heat in her body became more intense, too 
intense for her to stand it any longer. She knew that she was going to have 
to get that heat out of her body and she knew that that meant that she was 
going to have an orgasm. She yearned for that orgasm. Most men did not give 
her such passionate heat at all, but this boy was giving it to her and she 
knew that this orgasm would be one of the best that she had ever had. 

She pressed her legs tightly around the blond boy's body and kissed his face 
and whispered to him with words that were quick and anxious. 

"I am going to come. Come with me, Jeff." 

It would make her happy if he could come with her. The boy knew that and he 
wanted to make this blonde woman happy. So he speeded up his fucking as the 
friction that worked between his cock and her wet pussy gave him an extra 
charge. He started to gasp too and he gurgled with a sound that came from 
deep in his throat. 

When Jessica heard that sound, she knew that it was only a matter of seconds 
until they would be sharing their orgasm and loving each other in one of the 
best ways possible. She felt the soft earth move under her and she tightened 
her hold on the thin, muscled boy and she waited for the heat to burst forth 
from her pussy. She felt her clitoris throb as it was beaten by Jeff's body 
and cock, by his thrusting into her. And then the explosion came. 

Both blonde woman and blond young man sighed and held each other as they 
came together and felt the warmth spread all around them like a little fire 
that protected them from everything that was bad in the world. They clutched 
each other and gasped and murmured with meaningless, wonderful sounds to 
each other. Then their comings were over. 

Then Jeff slowly pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy and moved away from 
her and lay down next to her on the soft ground. He stretched out his arm 
and the woman moved so that her head was resting on his boyish chest. Jeff 
ran his fingers through her blonde hair absent-mindedly as they rested from 
the exertion of the fucking. 

Then the woman spoke to the boy. 

"I know who your mother is, Jeff," she said. 

Jeff looked up at the night sky overhead. It did not surprise him, in a way. 
He had figured that his mother had something to do with all of this. He did 
not say anything because he did not know what to say. 

"I work for a television station, Jeff." the blonde woman added as she ran 
her quick fingers over his cock. 

Still, the boy was silent. 

"I want to interview your mother," the woman said. 

"Y-y-y-you can't," Jeff muttered. 

Jessica knew that it would not be simple, but she also knew that she would 
be able to get this boy on tier side with a few more touches and kisses, 
with perhaps another wonderful fucking session. She looked up at his face as 
he stared up at the sky and she kissed his lips lightly with her own. 

"Ask your mother to grant me an interview," she requested. 

"She wo-wo-won't do it," he said. 

"Maybe she will if you ask her to do it." 

"No, she wo-wo-won't." 

"Well, you can try, can't you?" 

The boy was silent. 

"Tell your mother that I would do anything for an interview, for the 
exclusive story of her sudden retirement from the screen. I want to know why 
she went into hiding. Do you know why, Jeff?" 

The boy shook his head. He did not know why his mother had quit. He thought 
that it had something to do with the leather that his mother like to wear, 
but he was not sure. He only knew that his mother had called him into her 
room one day and had told him that they were going to return to 
Massachusetts. He had not asked questions. He did not like to talk and he 
wanted his mother to be happy. If moving back to Massachusetts would make 
the woman happy, then that is what Jeff wanted to do too. It really did not 
make any difference to him where he lived. 

His only goal in life was to make pretty, blonde women happy. 

"Jeff," Jessica said softly, "I need that interview with your mother. I need 
to find out why she left the screen, why she decided that she did not want 
to make any more movies. And I need to find out what happened to your 
father." 

Then the woman paused before she asked the next question. 

"What did happen to your father, Jeff?" 

Jeff did not say anything. His mother had sworn both him and Kristy to 
secrecy about that. He knew that he would not break his vow, not even for 
this woman. He looked down at her and tried to change the subject. 

"Will you su-su-su-suck-" 

"Suck your cock?" Jessica asked. 

The blond young man nodded his head. 

"Sure," the woman said. "I will suck your cock a million times if you will 
only ask your mother to give me an interview. I need that interview, Jeff. 
It could make me a big star in television news. And it would make me very 
happy." 

When she said that, when she announced that she needed the interview to be 
happy, Jeff knew that he could not refuse her. He would have to ask his 
mother to give the woman the interview, but he was sure that his mother 
would refuse to do it. His mother hated the press. She had many secrets and 
she did not want any of them revealed. In fact, she even had secrets from 
her own children. The leather was such a secret, the leather that Jeff 
thought about so often. 

"I-I-I-I will a-a-a-ask her," Jeff said. 

"Thank you, Jeff," the blonde woman said. 

Jessica smiled at the boy and kissed him again with a soft peck. Part one of 
her plan had now been accomplished and it had been easy and exciting too. 
She looked down at the boy's prick. She had promised to suck on it and now 
she knew that she would have to suck it. She did not mind. Even wet with the 
juices of her cunt and limp from sexual exhaustion, it was fat and meaty and 
looked good. Jessica moved down the young man's body and lifted the prick 
into her hand and kissed the side of it. She stuck out her tongue and tasted 
the cunt oils that were still on the thing. She liked that taste. She 
thought that she was sweet. 

She kissed the cock and thought about her career. He had promised to ask his 
mother to grant her an interview. If she could only talk to Marsha Billings 
and find out the answers to some very important questions, Jessica knew that 
she would be on her way, on her way to stardom and a good job with a high 
salary. 

Grateful for what he had promised to do and loving the taste of the meat, 
Jessica opened her mouth and sucked the cock into her. She worked on it 
until she felt the hardness in her and knew that she would fuck this boy 
again before this night was over. 

And it would be fun to fuck him again, fun and exciting and all the good 
things that a good, passionate fuck could be. 

And he was going to ask his mother for the interview. That would make the 
fuck even better, the journalist thought, better and more fulfilling. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The school year was almost over and the boys of the basketball team were 
celebrating before they parted for the rest of their lives. That year, they 
had won the state championship with their teamwork and agility and now, on 
this night, they were doing one more thing as a team. 

It was only the first string players who met that night at Bob Rice's house. 
They were five of the finest athletes in the state and they were joyous on 
that occasion. They had drank a little beer and smoked a little dope and 
they were laughing with happiness and good fellowship as they sat around the 
living room and waited for the show to start. 

Bob Rice's parents were out of town. They always seemed to be out of town 
and that is why the boys liked to gather at his house. At school, these five 
were the models of fine manhood that the principal and the coach often 
praised and pointed to when other boys got into trouble. But, when they were 
together at Bob's house, they were able to be themselves and they were able 
to have a fine time being males, good and strong males who liked girls. 

Especially one girl. 

"When is Kristy going to get here?" Ray Edwards asked Bob Rice. 

"She is already here," the good host said with a grin, "but she is not quite 
ready to put on the show yet." 

"When will she be ready?" Mike McLendon asked as Jim Riddle handed him a 
joint to smoke. 

"When she is ready, she will let us all know," Bob said. 

He knew the truth, but he was not going to let his friends in on that. He 
had fucked Kristy earlier in the evening, before the other members of the 
team had shown up and she had said that she wanted to wait until the boys 
were beside themselves with sexual tension before she made her appearance. 

"Where is she?" John Swanson asked, looking around the house, trying to 
figure out what door Kristy was behind. He would break down that door if he 
had to in order to get to the sexy, little girl who would do anything for a 
thrill. 

"She is here. That is enough. She will come out and perform for us when she 
is good and ready. You guys are just acting like animals now." 

When Bob Rice finished that little speech, he giggled. Then he took the 
joint from Ray Edwards and sucked on it, feeling the sweet smoke go down 
into his lungs and make him feel light, so light that he thought he was 
going to float out of the chair where he was sitting. 

The boys were lounging around the living room, smoking the dope and drinking 
the beer as they waited for Kristy to show up. In the middle of that living 
room was a table, a sturdy, big wooden thing that they had moved into 
position before the party began. It was the table that Kristy would dance 
on. She had done it before and for that reason, the table seemed very 
special to the boys in the room. 

From time to time they would glance at the table longingly. 

In the room beside the living room, Kristy stood on the other side of the 
door and listened to the boys' excited conversation. She liked it that they 
wanted her to hurry up and get out there. She liked teasing them a little 
bit, because she knew that she would wind up giving all five of them what 
they wanted. They were all so sexy and they were all champions. She liked 
champions, she decided. Winners turned her on. 

In a way, she was a champion herself, she thought. She was only fifteen 
years old but she had been fucking for the past couple of years. In fact, 
she had started to fuck on the day that she and her family had moved into 
this small town. Sometimes, she hated the fact that mother had taken her 
away from Hollywood just as her sex life had begun. Kristy tried to imagine 
what kind of fun she would have in Hollywood, how many great champions she 
would be able to fuck there. But she had to admit that, even in this little 
town, she had not done badly for herself. She had gotten her share of 
champions even here. 

The teen-aged girl turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She was proud 
of her body. Her tits were nice and full and her legs were firm. She did not 
have much baby fat at all, like many girls her age. She was just sex, a 
bundle of sex that wanted to burst out and fuck the whole fucking world. 

She was wearing a pair of black stockings and a special corset-like garment 
that she had bought specially for occasions such as this one when she 
visited in Boston one weekend. The corset was black and frilly and soft on 
her body and covered her just enough so that she thrilled the boys who 
watched her take off the thing. She also wore a pair of black, lace panties, 
little things that were also soft and frilly. She put her hands on her 
panties and pressed the frilly material into her snatch and felt the 
tickling there. She giggled softly and then she put her ear to the door and 
listened to the boys talk. She knew all of them very well and she could 
recognize each voice. 

"Wow," John Swanson said, "if she doesn't get out here soon, I am just going 
to have to whop the thing out and beat off." 

"Yea," Mike McLendon retorted, "but it would be better to save it for that 
sweet, little cunt." 

"Her cunt is sure sweet," Ray Edwards said dreamily, "and so fucking tight. 
I wonder how many guys she has fucked with that tight little pussy." 

"Who knows," Jim Riddle said. "Maybe thousands." 

Kristy giggled with she heard the exaggeration. 

"Thousands?" Bob Rice said. "Shit, no. Not thousands. Hundreds maybe." 

Kristy thought that that was funny too. She had kept an accurate count of 
the number of guys she had fucked and she knew that she had only screwed 
twenty-eight. After all, she was only fifteen and she had lived in this 
small town where the men were few and the champions were even fewer." 

"She sure is something though," Mike McLendon said. "Something else." 

And the others laughed in agreement as they waited for her. 

Kristy took one last look in the mirror. Her hair was in place. She kept it 
cut short and curled around her face. At times, she was sorry that she did 
not have blonde hair like her mother and her brother had. She had inherited 
her father's dark brown hair. But she had made good use of her looks 
already, she remembered. She really could not complain at all. 

Finally, Kristy knew that she could keep the boys waiting no longer. She 
could keep herself waiting no longer. She wanted to perform for them and 
then fuck them all, for they were all champions, all special to her. 

She rapped on the door. That was the signal for Bob Rice to get up and turn 
on the stereo. She heard the boys moving there in the room, preparing 
themselves for her entrance. Then she heard the music start. She let the 
music go on for about ten seconds before she flipped the lock on the door 
and then pushed the door opened and stood there and looked at her 
championship audience. 

They all looked at her and applauded. 

Kristy walked slowly out to the middle of the living room. She was not 
wearing any shoes, only the black stockings that made her feel rattier 
adult, even though she was only fifteen. She knew that one reason that boys 
liked her so much had to do with that mixture of girlish looks and adult 
sensuality. She was a girl who was becoming a woman. She was experience and 
innocence all rolled into one and that made her a champion too. 

Bob Rice had put a chair by the table, just as he always did on nights like 
this one. Kristy stepped into that chair and stood there and wiggled her ass 
for a second to the sound of the music. Then she moved onto the table and 
began to dance. 

She would strip for them, strip and dance to the music and she would strip 
just like a seasoned pro would. She knew how to turn a boy on. She knew just 
how fast she should go and how much teasing a young man could take. 

She knew a lot. She was the daughter of a former movie sex goddess. 

The music was slow and pulsing with a beat. It was the music that she had 
rehearsed to, the music that she always danced to on special nights like 
this one. She moved around the table, shaking her body and giving each boy 
his own personal look at her sexy, girlish form. 

Whenever she danced like this, Kristy thought about her mother, the movie 
star. She knew that many men had dreamed of her mother after they had seen 
her on the screen. Many men had probably masturbated thinking that they were 
fucking her mother's sweet pussy but Kristy thought that she was actually 
better than her mother. Her mother was sexy and beautiful but she had never 
really fucked her audience. She had never really given those men release and 
happiness. Kristy had fucked her audience before and would fuck them again 
tonight. The boys knew it and that turned them on even more. This 
fifteen-year-old sex goddess was not just teasing them. She was preparing 
them and preparing herself for the fuck that she would give all of them. 

The soft, black corset that covered her stomach and girlish tits had a 
zipper that ran down the side. As she danced, Kristy worked that zipper 
down. She did it slowly so that the boys would get the maximum amount of 
pleasure out of each new inch of exposed flesh, out of each second of 
lustful anticipation. When the zipper was undone, Kristy shook her body and 
let the soft, black thing fall away from her and moved there in her panties 
and her black stockings. The boys cheered her tits and she shook them for 
them. She danced and ran her fingers over her breasts and around her pink 
nipples. She smiled at each one of the champions who sat around the table 
watching her. She let each of those champions know that she thought that he 
was special. 

The music moved into a more rapid rhythm and Kristy was prepared for it. She 
danced with a fever, shaking her body and pressing her pantied cunt out at 
each boy as they smiled back at her. Ray Edwards even clapped his hands to 
the sound of the music and Kristy thought that that was funny. Ray always 
did that, as if he thought that he was at some kind of hootenanny or 
something like that. 

Then Kristy pulled her panties down for a moment, away from her pussy. She 
gave the boys their first glimpse of the night and they cheered that glimpse 
as if they had never seen the cunt before. Of course, they had seen the 
cunt. She had danced for this gang of friends several times. They were her 
special champions and she had fucked them all before. But, with Kristy and 
the champions, each time was like the first time. The girl did not think 
that she could ever grow weary of these five and the moves that they made 
and she knew that they were not bored with her moves at all. 

The little, black panties that she wore were special too. They were held 
together by little clasps on the side. So she did not really have to take 
them off. Two touches at her sexy sides and she was free. She shook the 
black things off and danced there in front of her audience with her pussy 
bare. Ray Edwards grabbed the panties and held them to his nose and sniffed 
on them but John Swanson quickly grabbed them out of his hand. He wanted a 
sniff too. 

And Kristy smiled down at the boys and knew that the panties would smell 
good. Her cunt was filled with juices. She had gotten excited dancing for 
her special audience of teen-aged champions. 

Kristy moved onto the table and lay on her side. She slowly raised one leg 
up to show the boys her pussy and then she turned and spread her legs and 
touched her furry lips and pulled them apart to let them see the pinkness in 
there. The boys cheered that. She moved around the table, giving each 
basketball player his own special look into her snatch and then she started 
to move again. She slid down in front of Bob Rice first and he knew that it 
was time for the guys to get involved with the show. Kristy was on her knees 
with her body leaning back and her cunt opened. Bob Rice moved his hand over 
that cunt and slipped his finger into that sweet and cream-filled pussy. 
Kristy smiled at him. 

Bob only kept his finger in the cunt for a few seconds. He knew that that 
was all that he was allowed at that time. When he pulled his finger out, 
Kristy moved around the table and opened her pussy to Ray Edwards. 

One after another, the champions fingered her pussy, making Kristy feel 
deliriously warm and loving to each of them. She especially like the feel of 
John Swanson's fingers in her cunt. His fingers were very long and skilled. 
He was an expert at catching the basketball when it was thrown by another 
member of the team. 

As the boys fingered her snatch, Kristy thought again of her mother. She 
wondered if her mother had ever felt such a delicious feeling in her body, 
had ever serviced this many sexy guys at once. She did not know for sure. 
Her mother had so many secrets. It was as if her mother did not want her 
children to know anything about her and she did not want to know anything 
about her children either. Kristy would get home about midnight, but she 
knew that her mother would not ask where she had been or whom she had been 
with. It was like her mother was afraid to know the truth and Kristy thought 
that it was just as well that she did not ask. Kristy did not want to lie to 
the woman and she did not want to make her mother feel bad. Kristy knew that 
she could take care of herself now, that she would have to take care of 
herself. She knew that she and her brother and her mother lived in the same 
house and were members of the same family, but they were all basically 
alone. 

And then there was her father. Kristy shook her head to clear her mind. She 
did not want to think about him. 

By that time, Jim Riddle was fingering her pussy, the last one of the boys 
to do so. Jim always kept his fingers in just a little longer than his 
friends did, as if he were relishing the feeling of that warm, dripping 
slit. But he finally pulled his fingers out of her and wiped the juices onto 
her thigh and let the black stockings soak up that warm stuff. 

Then Kristy knew that it was time to really start the fucking. 

The girl lay on her back on the table and ran her fingers down her body 
slowly. Finally, she took her aching girlish clit between two of her fingers 
and played with herself. She started her sexy talk, the kind of talk that 
she knew excited men. 

"I want to fuck," she moaned, pursing her lips and speaking in gasps as she 
fingered her clit. "I want to fuck you all. I like to fuck studs like you. I 
want to feel each of your cocks in my pussy, banging away on my cunt and 
making me feel all used and wonderful. It makes me feel sexy when I get 
fucked." 

She looked around the table and was delighted to see that the boys were 
taking off their clothes. They moved in a fog that came from her own sexual 
intensity. She was not lying to them. She did like to fuck. She loved to 
fuck and she especially loved fucking these guys. As they took off their 
clothes, she grinned and beamed at all of them and then she asked the 
question that was upmost in her mind at that moment. 

"Who is first?" she asked. "Who is going to be the first stud to fuck me 
tonight?" 

She knew that the boys had planned this out among themselves earlier in the 
evening, that they had drawn lots or something like that to get the order 
down. When she asked her sexy question, Jim Riddle answered. 

"I am first," he said. 

"Oh, goody," she said girlishly, still fingering her clit. 

But it really did not make any difference to her at all. She would fuck them 
all and she would enjoy them all. At moments such as this one, even 
champions were interchangeable as far as Kristy was concerned. But she did 
not want Jim to know that. She wanted him to think that he was something 
extra special to her. She moved across the table to where Jim stood naked 
and waiting for her. His cock was already pretty hard, but it could be 
harder, she thought. She grasped that cock in her hand and leaned off the 
table and started to suck on the rod. 

Kristy sucked quickly, for she wanted to get the fucking started. She did 
not like sucking cock that much. It did not thrill her, but she knew that 
she had to do it in order to get most boys and men hard enough. When they 
were hard, the fucking would start and that was the girl's favorite sex 
thing. She liked it better than playing with herself or even having a man 
suck on her clit and eat her pussy out. She was just an old-fashioned girl, 
Kristy thought as she sucked on the rod. She liked fucking a cock best of 
all. 

And Jim Riddle did not take much sucking. He was ready to fuck within a few 
seconds and then Kristy let the cock slid easily out of her throat and her 
mouth and moved around on the table. All of the basketball players were 
tall. When she lay on the table with her legs spread, their cocks were 
almost level with her pussy. 

And now Kristy was lying in just that position and was squeezing her own 
tits with her hands and moaning to Jim Riddle. 

"Fuck me, Jim. You are the first. Fuck my brains out, you stud." 

All of the boys laughed and then Jim moved close to her. He pulled Kristy's 
eager, young body to the edge of the table and the girl reached down and 
spread her pussy lips so that he could better see what he was aiming for. 
She grinned at him and then gasped when he slammed his hard, straight cock 
into her cunt. 

It felt so good. It felt so warm and so filling. That was what she 
particularly liked, the slamming, the idea that she was nothing, just a 
thing for cocks to be thrown in. She liked the feeling that it gave her when 
a cock was battering her pussy walls. She liked the mindless violence that 
young champions had when they fucked her. 

And Jim was slamming and battering her right now. 

Kristy raised her legs up Jim's body and threw them over his shoulders as he 
lifted her up. She had very long legs, very sexy legs. That is what made her 
an especially good dancer. 

Jim fucked her with his straight cock, ramming the thing into her and 
forcing it deeper with each thrust. Kristy gave herself over the fucking, to 
the passion that grew in her young, sexy body. She thought again of her 
mother. Her mother had never let her audience do this to her, never at all. 
Kristy squirmed on the table as Jim fucked her and she fucked him back. As 
they moved together with a strong, violent motion, she spoke to him so that 
he and others could hear her words and let those words add to their 
excitement. 

"Fuck my pussy, you stud. Fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Fuck me. Nail 
me. Give me that cock, you stud." 

And her words had a good, violent effect on Jim. He ran his hands over her 
body as they fucked and pulled her off the table. She was not afraid. She 
knew that she would not fall, that she would just fuck her way onto his body 
and let him hold her there. She twisted her feet around his neck and let him 
pull her off the table as he held her up with his strong arms. 

And soon they were fucking with Kristy hanging there in mid-air. Jim 
continued to batter her and hold her up and she continued to moan with those 
words that gave everyone their special thrills. 

"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt, you stud. Fuck me to death." 

Jim groaned and fucked and held her to him and gave her all the pleasure 
that she could stand. Then she heard him gurgle the words in his throat. 

"I am going to come." 

Quickly, Kristy reached back and grabbed the end of the table. Jim worked 
her back onto that table as he gave her his last thrusts. By the time that 
he came, she was safe on the table again with her legs still pressed against 
his body and her body quivering with delight as she sweated and groaned and 
gave him the fucking of his life. 

Jim tensed his body and leaned forward and held himself there for a few 
seconds and came into Kristy's sweet, tight cunt. She knew that he was 
coming too and she cried out to him. 

"Good! Shoot that shit into me! I want your come in me! I want all of your 
come in me!" 

When Jim was finished with his fucking of her pussy, he pulled out of that 
cunt and staggered back. Kristy took a deep breath and grinned at the young 
man who had just given her a very good battering with his cock. 

"You were great, Jim," she said softly, kissing the air in front of her and 
letting the champion know that the kiss was meant for him. 

Jim grinned and exhaled with a slow breath. 

Then Kristy looked around the room again. 

"Who is next?" she asked. 

"Me," Bob Rice said. 

"Get the fuck over here, Bob and let me suck that cock of yours," the girl 
said with a impish gleam in her eye. 

And, while Bob moved toward her, Kristy thought again of her mother. Her 
mother had never done this for her fans, the girl thought. She should have, 
but she had never done it. 

Her mother should have fucked the whole world, Kristy thought. Then, maybe, 
she would not have been so alone in the world. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Marsha Billings sat in her bedroom that night and wondered where her son, 
Jeff, was. 

She did not wonder about Kristy. She was used to that girl staying out late 
and she did not even want to think about what Kristy was doing on nights 
like this one. She did not want to face the truth that she knew in her 
heart. Her teen-aged daughter was a little whore. 

But Jeff was different. He usually went to the library and then came 
straight home; He was a good boy, lonely but good and dependable. She wished 
that Jeff would make some friends, would maybe get a girlfriend, but she 
knew that it was unlikely that her son would ever do that. She was sorry 
that Jeff stammered and she was sorry that that stammer ruined his life. She 
had taken him to some very good doctors and they all said the same thing, 
that Jeff stammered because of a psychological problem, that there was 
nothing physically wrong with him. She had even put him into therapy when he 
was just a boy, but it had done no good. In fact, she thought, it had made 
the stammering worse, as if Jeff felt even more nervous when he thought that 
he was going to a doctor and talking to him about things that no boy wants 
to talk about. 

As she often did, Marsha wished that there was a way that she could help her 
boy. But she could think of nothing. She had surrendered to the fates, to 
the world and then she had retreated. She could think of nothing that she 
could do to help anyone, not even herself. 

It had not always been that way with her. There was a time, when she was a 
new star in Hollywood, that she thought that she could conquer the world and 
make everything fit her fine little fantasy about what life should be. 

But she had grown older and things had happened to prove to her that life 
could never be as good as it was in the movies. 

And, Marsha finally thought, she had retreated to her own little world, to 
her own little room in her house in Massachusetts. She was sitting in that 
room now, the room that was always locked when the children were at home. 
She had told Jeff and Kristy that it was just a storage room and they had 
not questioned her. They never questioned her. They allowed her to have her 
little secrets. 

And this room was the greatest secret of her life. 

She had had the room especially made for the house before she moved in and 
she had paid the builder a lot of money to keep this room quiet. She knew 
that the builder thought that she was strange to want such a thing, but 
money will buy off anyone, even someone who thinks that you are very weird. 

At that moment, she sat in her little room and smelled the leather that 
surrounded her. That was what she really loved in the world. Leather. She 
walls were covered with expensive, black leather and the floor was covered 
in leather too. And she was wearing leather, black leather panties and a 
black leather bra. She liked the feel of the leather on her body. It made 
her feel all warm and slick and loving. She especially like the way that her 
clit seemed to bounce against the leather with a warm, lustful excitement as 
she moved across the leather floor. 

Marsha had discovered her feeling for leather when she had made her first 
movie. 

In that film about the Vikings, the director had outfitted her in black 
leather because he wanted her to look sexy and hard and domineering. She was 
supposed to lead the Viking women into battle when all of the men were gone 
from the camp and she needed to look domineering in order to do that, the 
director said. 

She had thought that it was silly. She had thought that the whole film was 
silly. She had been discovered by a movie producer a few weeks before and 
put into that movie after her screen test. She did not think that she had 
any right to criticize anything about that movie because she was new, so she 
went to the wardrobe department of the studio and stood there while the lady 
who worked with her outfitted her in a black leather bra and black leather 
shorts. 

And, when she had felt that cool leather against her body, when she had 
smelled that fresh aroma, she knew that she was going to be love with 
leather for the rest of her life. Suddenly, the film took on new meaning to 
her and she sensed that the leather-which, of course, the Vikings never 
wore-made her stronger, made her a leader among women. She was strong 
because she had been given passion by the black material that seemed to be 
so soft and so hard at the same time, so warm and yet so cold and so loving 
and yet so harsh. 

She had been embarrassed by the way that her body reacted to the leather 
that morning that she was fitted with the garments but the wardrobe mistress 
had just smiled. 

"Like it, honey?" the woman had asked. 

"Uh, yes," Marsha stammered. "It feels strange, but-" 

"But sexy, right?" 

"Yes." 

"Yea. Lot of girls like leather. Lot of guys too." 

"Really?" 

"One of our leading male stars wears nothing but leather underpants all the 
time." 

"Really?" 

"Yea. He says that it makes him feel like a real stud." 

"I can imagine." 

"Yea. Something about leather that does it. Don't know what exactly. The 
smell and the feel and stuff like that all sort of runs together and makes a 
person feel sexy." 

Marsha had been glad to hear what the wardrobe women told her. She did not 
like to think that she was sick or perverted because sire had suddenly 
fallen in love with leather. 

The blonde star made that movie and loved every minute of it. When it was 
released a few months later, the audiences clamored for more of Marsha 
Billings. They wanted to know everything about her and they wanted to see 
her on the screen in more sexy movies. She had died in the Viking movie. 
Audiences said that they had cried when she had offered herself to the enemy 
as a sacrifice for her people. The enemy warriors had taken her and had 
killed her before the Viking men, who had returned from the sea, could get 
to her and save her. But then tire Viking men had destroyed the enemy and 
spoke of her as if she were now a goddess. 

And Marsha remembered her last words in the film, the words that she uttered 
to the enemy warriors just before they plunged a knife into her bare stomach 
and sent fake movie blood flowing over her leather outfit. 

"I die for my people," she said. "I love my people." 

In her later movies, she often died at the end. Marsha was told by the 
producers that audiences liked to see her die. They said that her death in 
films seemed like the ultimate tragedy because she was so sexy and so 
beautiful and so vulnerable and yet so strong at the same time. She was 
every tiling that a man could ask for in a woman, one producer had told her 
and that made her too perfect to live. 

Marsha had played all the roles as well as she could and she had been 
praised for her acting, especially in death scenes. She had a fine career 
and then everything had fallen apart. That was when she retreated to the 
leather. She was wealthy enough to be sure that she would have money for the 
rest of her life, even if she did not make another movie. So she decided not 
to worry about it. She would just let the leather protect her. 

And the leather did protect her. It gave her a sexy feeling when nothing 
else did. She loved her leather and she especially loved moments such as 
this one, when she was surrounded by leather, by the smell and the feel and 
the caress of leather. 

The sexy, blonde woman lay on the leather floor and rolled onto her stomach. 
She began to move her pussy against the floor and feel the leather of her 
panties and the leather of the floor work together to add a sexy pressure to 
her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes and moaned and sighed. 

"I die for my people," she murmured, "I love my people." 

At first, she was moving her pussy slowly around the floor, but then she 
began to move more quickly, as if she were fucking the leather that 
surrounded her. It was so much better than fucking a man. A man did not 
surround Marsha as leather did. 

And the aroma filled her nostrils and made her light-headed and lusty. That 
aroma was part of the appeal of leather. It seemed to invite fucking. She 
had other leather instruments in the room, but Marsha knew that she would 
not need them on this night. She was very hot. She needed this orgasm a 
great deal. So she just churned her pussy against the floor and moaned and 
purred with soft passion as the clit in her leather panties fought the 
leather in a battle that it would never win. 

As she fucked the leather, she remembered the leather parties that she had 
had in Hollywood, the ones in which she would invite several of her close 
friends over on the weekends when her children were at the ranch. She 
wondered now if they were really close friends, but it did not matter to her 
at the time. She had only wanted them around so that she could show them how 
good she looked in leather. 

One weekend, she had walked around her big bedroom in her Hollywood mansion 
while three of the biggest stars of the movies-two men and one woman-had 
watched her. She had carried her leather riding crop and she had sniffed her 
own aroma mixing with the aroma of the leather and she had talked to the 
people who watched her in a coarse way. 

"You all are fuckers," she said with a snarl. "No good fuckers. You all just 
want to fuck me, but you will never understand that leather is the only 
thing that can really fuck me, that can really make me feel like a woman. 
You are all just fuckers and you will never understand that at all." 

Her friends had applauded her words and her sexy looks and one of them told 
her later that weekend that he thought that had been her greatest 
performance. 

"You were just like a Nazi bitch of a concentration camp or something like 
that," he said. "You can really act, Marsha. You can turn on a man and put 
him down at the same time. That is a great talent." 

She had not told him the truth. She had not told him that she had not been 
acting when she delivered that little speech to him and the others. She had 
been telling the truth then, had been telling them the greatest truth of her 
life. She fucked men, certainly. She fucked her husband and she fucked that 
friend too and when she fucked men, she moaned to each of them that he was 
the greatest lover that she had ever had. But that was the acting. That was 
the real performance. Men did not turn her on at all. Only leather turned 
her on. Not even her husband made her have an orgasm when they fucked and 
she had loved her husband more than any of the other men that she fucked. 

She had had those leather parties while her husband had been in Vietnam, 
fighting and becoming a hero for the fourth or fifth time in his life. 

Then her husband had come home and things had changed. Finally, they were so 
bad that she had had to leave Hollywood and get away from all of those 
prying eyes. By the time she left, she had too many secrets, secrets as 
strong and as sweet and as horrible as leather. 

Marsha continued to move over that floor as the thoughts of her past died 
away in her head to be replaced by thoughts of nothing, just leather. That 
is all that she cared about at that moment. She cared only for leather and 
she fucked only leather. She needed the leather so much. 

She rolled onto her back and pressed her hands against her leather panties 
and forced her cunt up into the air and fucked the feel of leather and she 
moaned and twisted on the floor with passion. 

And then Marsha came. She came with a sigh, a groan, then a cry of ecstasy. 
She came with the leather tightening around her pussy and not giving into 
her at all. The leather was so strong, so sexy. It was better than any man. 

After her orgasm, Marsha lay there on the floor and tried to catch her 
breath. The feelings that she had in her body were fantastic, better than 
any feelings that she had ever had with a man. She sighed and rolled over 
again and almost feel asleep now that the leather had given her peace. But 
she roused out of her slumber quickly. She could not sleep here. She did not 
want either of her children coming home and finding her in this room, 
dressed in this way. 

Marsha slowly got to her feet and smelled the wonderful, strong aroma of 
leather as she took off her leather garments. She wondered again as she had 
often wondered before just which male star it was who wore leather underwear 
all the time. She wished that she knew. If that male star was still around, 
she thought, he would be a perfect lover for her. 

But then she remembered that Hollywood was far behind her, part of her past, 
her distant and public past. She could never return there. In Hollywood, too 
many people wanted to know a woman's secrets, especially a sexy woman like 
Marsha. 

And she would not be able to stand it if her secrets were revealed. 

The woman took off her leather garb and when she was naked, she lifted the 
leather panties to her nose and sniffed them, smelling the aroma of her cunt 
mixing with the aroma of the leather. That special smell gave her deep and 
peaceful pleasure. 

Then she dropped the panties on the leather floor and walked naked out of 
the leather room. 

She carefully locked the door to the little room and picked up the robe that 
hung on the knob of the door and put it on. She closed the robe around her 
body and looked at the clock on the wall in the hallway. It was nearly 
midnight and her son was not home yet. 

She was beginning to get worried about Jeff. She considered calling the 
police, but, before she could decide whether that would be necessary, she 
heard the front door open. She walked into the living room and saw Jeff 
standing there. He looked tired but happy. And she smelled something on him. 
It did not take Marsha long to figure out that smell. She had just smelled 
something similar on her leather panties. 

Jeff smelled like a wet pussy. 

And his mother knew that he had just been fucked. 

She watched him move through the living room and she was silently happy. She 
wondered what girl had fucked him, but she knew that Jeff would probably not 
tell her even if she asked. And she, did not want to spoil his pleasure by 
embarrassing him at this moment. 

She moved into the living room and Jeff finally saw her. 

"Hi, Jeff," she said. 

The boy just nodded and smiled at his mother. 

"I was beginning to get a little worried about you," she said. 

The boy shrugged his shoulders. 

Marsha walked over to her son and put her arm around him and held him close 
to her with motherly affection in her heart. 

"You are my favorite man," she said softly. "I would not want you to get 
lost or anything like that, Jeff. I love you more than I can ever say." 

Jeff felt warm when he heard that. He liked the idea of being his mother's 
favorite man. He hugged her close and felt for a second that he was going to 
cry with happiness. He remembered how much his mother looked like the blonde 
woman that he had just fucked. 

And then he remembered the promise that he had made to that woman, that he 
would ask his mother to grant her an interview. He considered doing it right 
then, but then thought that it would be better to wait. His mother might be 
angry if he asked her now and he did not want his sexy mother angry. He 
wanted her soft and sexy and loving next to him, just as she was at that 
moment. 

Marsha kissed Jeff's forehead and then pulled away from him and looked at 
her son. He was a very handsome young man. She had often wondered if Jeff 
could make it in the movies. He was handsome enough to make it, she thought, 
but that stutter would keep him off the screen. 

The woman pulled her son to her again and held him close to her as she 
kissed his hair. She wanted to protect this boy from all the evil in the 
world, but she doubted that she would be able to do that. She had already 
surrendered so much. It was just a matter of time until she surrendered Jeff 
too. 

"I am sorry, Jeff," she said softly, almost crying. "I am very sorry." 

She knew that her words probably did not make a lot of sense to the boy, 
that he was probably wondering why she was sorry and what she was sorry 
about. She could not explain it to him. She was not even sure herself what 
she was sorry about. She only knew that she had failed her children-and 
especially this loving, blond, handsome boy-in some special way. She was 
sorry that he stuttered and she was sorry that he was so lonely and she was 
sorry that she had brought him with her to this little town instead of 
letting him grow up as the son of a movie star in Hollywood. And she was 
sorry about his father. 

But it could not be helped, she thought finally. Nothing could be helped. 

And then she smelled that fucked-woman aroma on her son and she was happy 
for him, although she would never be able to tell him that. She would never 
be able to put that into words without embarrassing him. 

Perhaps, she thought, Jeff's life would work for him after all. Perhaps he 
would find a girl who would give him all the things that his movie star 
mother had failed to give him. She hoped that he would and she felt a little 
better when she sniffed that smell on him. 

Jeff held his mother and wished that he could something for her that would 
keep her from feeling sorry, that would make her happy in a special way. 

He only wanted his mother to be happy and he wondered if he would ever be 
man enough to make her truly happy in this world. He wondered if anyone 
would be able to do that. 

He hoped that he could make his mother happy some day, because she deserved 
happiness. She had given so much to so many people in dark theaters all over 
the world. She deserved to be happy at least for a while. 

Marsha let go of her son and moved away from him. 

"Tomorrow is Saturday," she said. "Why don't you sleep late? You look tired, 
Jeff." 

Then she moved out of the room quickly, wondering if she had said too much 
to her son, if she had let too much of her feelings for him show. 

And Jeff moved into his own bedroom and lay down on his bed and thought 
about blondes in leather who worshipped him as if he were a god. 

And he determined to ask his mother about doing the interview the next day. 
He owed it to that other blonde. He had promised. 

And he also sensed that he owed it to his beautiful mother too. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Kristy lay in her bed the next morning and thought about how much fun she 
had had with her champions the night before. They had all been good and 
manly and they had all battered her in just the way that she liked to be 
battered. The girl lay under the sheet naked and felt her pussy quivering 
with thoughts of sex. Even though she had been royally fucked by five young 
studs the night before, she wanted more fucking now. That was just the way 
that Kristy was. She could never get enough of sex. 

She wondered who she would fuck on this day. She had no doubt that she would 
be able to get a man for at least a couple of hours on this Saturday 
afternoon, but she wanted someone special, someone different, someone who 
could give her a thrill as her first man had given her thrills. 

That had been Tim. 

Kristy ran her hands over her body as she thought of Tim and remembered the 
afternoon that she had first met him. She loved this memory and she conjured 
it up on several lazy mornings such as this one, when she needed a good 
little self-induced orgasm before she got out of bed. 

She ran her fingers over the clit and closed her eyes and took a deep breath 
and remembered Tim. 

It had been two years before and Kristy had only been living in this small 
town for two days when she was walking down the sidewalk on that spring day. 
She was looking at the old houses and remembering that her mother had told 
her that this town was very historical, the place where many great things 
had happened. Nothing great was happening in the town on that day. Everyone 
seemed a little sleepy and Kristy wanted something great to happen to her, 
something to make this town truly real to her now that she knew she would 
have to spend the next few years there. 

Then the young man in the convertible had pulled up beside her and Kristy 
had stopped when she heard the man say hello to her. 

That was the beginning of that something great that she had been yearning 
for. 

The young man was about nineteen or twenty years old, she reckoned. He had 
bright red hair, like fire, she thought and he was sitting in his open car 
with his shirt off. His muscles were bulging under his skin and he looked 
like some kind of athlete, like a champion athlete, she thought. 

And, even then, she had been attracted to champions. 

"Hi," he said again, flashing her a bright smile, "my name is Tim." 

"Hi," the young girl said, walking toward his car, "my name is Kristy." 

"You must be new here. I know that I don't remember seeing you around town 
before and I know that I would remember it if I had ever seen a sexy, little 
thing like you." 

The young girl giggled and blushed, but she was happy that she had attracted 
him so quickly. She knew that he was right too. She was sexy in her girlish 
way. Her tits were already growing and her ass was nice and rounded. She was 
wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose shirt that was unbuttoned to the 
bottom of her girlish tits. She was not wearing a bra. 

Kristy had dressed like that because she wanted to attract boys. She had 
been giving some thought to fucking recently. She had never tried it, but 
she knew that she wanted to try it. She wanted to fuck a sexy man, a real 
man. She had dated a few boys back in Hollywood, but they had always seemed 
a little queer to her, like would-be pansies in the Hollywood scene. But, 
now that she looked at Tim, she could tell that he was the real man that she 
had been looking for. There was nothing pansy-ish about him. He seemed to be 
all man. 

Kristy leaned over his car and grinned at him. 

"You are cute," Tim said. "Would you like to go for a ride with me?" 

"Okay," the girl chirped. She ran around the car and got in on the 
passenger's side. 

As Tim drove with her around the town in his flashy convertible, she 
wondered if she should tell him the truth, that she was only thirteen. She 
decided that she would not tell him unless he asked. He probably could tell 
that she was not all that old and maybe that is what he liked about her. If 
she did not bring up the subject, that she was just thirteen and that she 
was still a virgin, it would probably be for the best, she thought. She did 
not want to take the chance of frightening this real man away. She wanted 
him to fuck her, to show her what it was like. 

"You are new in town?" he asked again. 

"Yes," Kristy said, "I just moved here two days ago." 

"Where did you move from?" 

"California." 

"California, eh?" Tim said with a grin. Then he sang a line from the old 
rock and roll song, "I wish they all could be California girls." 

Kristy did not tell him that she was the daughter of Marsha Billings, the 
famous, reclusive movie star. She did not want Tim to fuck her because he 
thought that she was famous. She wanted Tim to like her and fuck her just 
because she was Kristy sitting there in the tight jeans in his car and 
yearning for him and making herself available for anything that he wanted to 
do to her. 

"Let's go out by the lake," Tim suggested. "Then we will just sit and talk." 

"Okay." 

She liked that idea and she sensed from the way that Tim was looking at her 
that he wanted to do more than just sit and talk to her. She studied his 
muscled body as he drove to the edge of town. She liked the way that he 
moved, with grace, strong grace. And she liked his fiery red hair too. He 
looked very sexy and very manly, but yet she was not in the least frightened 
of him. She figured that, in a way, she was going to use Tim. She was going 
to let this man show her about sex and make her into a woman. He would get 
pleasure of it too, but she would get both pleasure and fine experience, 
knowledge about sex. She had been thinking about it and she was eager to try 
out some of the things that she had come up with, some of the things that 
she thought a man might enjoy having a girl do to him. She was going to try 
all of those things out on Tim. 

Soon they were by the lake. Tim pulled into a spot that was surrounded by 
trees and stopped the car. He turned to Kristy and grinned. 

"Want to get out and walk for a while?" he asked. 

She looked down at the bucket seats in the car. Naturally, they would have 
to get out. No one would be able to fuck in bucket seats, she thought and 
the back seat was very small too. 

"Sure," she said with a grin, tossing her hair as she nodded her head. 

She was surprised that she was not nervous. Even though she wanted it, she 
had always assumed that she would be nervous when the time came for her 
first fuck. And this was obviously that time. Something in the way that Tim 
looked at her told her that that was all that he was interested in and 
something in her own soul told her that she was only interested in fucking 
too. But she was not nervous. Perhaps, she thought as she got out of the 
car, she was just a natural at it. Perhaps this was what she had been meant 
to do from the day that she had been born. 

As they walked through the little clump of trees that grew down by the lake, 
Tim put his arm around Kristy and held her close to his muscled body. He was 
not very tall, just a couple of inches taller than she was, but he was very 
strong. She knew that he would be a perfect match for her on this sunny 
afternoon. 

They stood there in the middle of the trees and kissed for the first time. 
Kristy shivered as Tim held her and kissed her. She had kissed other boys 
before, but they had been queer Hollywood boys, boys who seemed cold and 
silly. But this was a real man and this kiss was the start of something that 
they both knew would end in full and wonderful sex. That is what made the 
kiss better than any other that she had had, Kristy thought. That is what 
made the kiss something special to her. She ran her fingers through Tim's 
red hair as they kissed and opened her mouth to his tongue. 

She could feel her pussy quiver as he held her close to run his lips over 
her neck. She was a natural at this, she thought again. She had never felt 
so good before as she felt at this moment. She felt that Tim consumed her, 
that she had no will of her own and she liked that. She wanted to surrender 
to this man and learn from him, learn everything that she could about sex 
and fucking and feeling good and warm. 

As Tim kissed her neck and smelled her clean, dark hair, Kristy whispered to 
him, just to let him know that she understood what they both wanted. 

"I want to fuck you, Tim," she murmured. "And I want you to fuck me." 

The red haired young man pulled back and grinned down at her. 

"I want to fuck you too, Kristy," he said with a soft voice. 

But then the truth came out before Kristy even noticed it. It was as if she 
could not hold it in her any longer, as if she just had to tell the red 
haired a man the greatest truth of her life. 

"I have never done it before, but I want to do it now, Tim," she said. "I 
want to do it with you and I want it to be very good for both of us." 

Then she had paused, afraid that she had frightened him away with her 
admission of virginity. She knew that a lot of guys did not like virgins. 
But she relaxed when she felt Tim's arms tighten around her back and she saw 
his smile return to his face. He did not mind that she was a virgin at all. 

"All right, Kristy," he said. "I will try to make this very good for you." 

Then, together, they went down on the soft ground and lay there in each 
other's arms and Tim kissed the girl again with a soft, sexy kiss. He ran 
his hand over her shirt and felt those budding tits that were so sensitive 
to this, the first touch of a strange hand. But his hand felt very good too. 
He moved his hand inside the shirt and ran his finger around one of her 
nipples and Kristy whimpered when he touched her that. She pulled him close 
to her and kissed his face as he continued to circle her nipple with his 
finger slowly and softly. He was going to take his time, she realized and 
she liked that. She liked it because she wanted to remember everything that 
this man, her first man, did for her. She knew that he would be the man by 
whom she would judge all other men in her life. 

Tim unbuttoned the rest of her shirt buttons and pulled the thing open and 
looked down at those young, soft tits. He lowered his face to one of them, 
to the nipple that he had been touching and she shivered when she felt him 
kiss that nipple with his mouth. She gasped when he stuck out his tongue and 
let the tongue run around her nipple as his finger had done. Kristy lay 
there and felt this new feeling that he was giving to her and felt her pussy 
grow moist with oil of lust too. 

She had chosen well, she thought. This man would teach her a lot about 
fucking and sex and feeling good. 

Tim raised the girl up in his arms and pushed the shirt down her back. She 
helped him to get the shirt off her body and then they held each other close 
again and kissed. The feel of her bare tits on his bare, muscled chest made 
her think of coming home, of safe return. And she knew that this was what 
she was meant to do with her life. 

The red-haired, young man began to move his hand over the crotch of her 
jeans, pressing the fabric against her quaking, young pussy and making 
Kristy shiver with even more delight. She moved her hand over his jeans and 
did the same thing. She moved her fingers over the hardness that pulsed in 
his pants and she found that hardness very attractive. She knew something 
about fucking. She knew what caused such a hardness in a man. And she wanted 
to see that prick. She wanted to unzip his pants and pull that cock out and 
take a look at it. She had never seen one before, but she knew that there 
was no time like the present. 

Still, she was not nervous, even as she unzipped his jeans and reached 
inside them and felt the cock. He wore no underwear and that made Kristy 
deliciously happy. She pulled the prick slowly out of his jeans and curled 
her fingers around it. She stroked it and wondered if she was doing the 
right thing. When she heard Tim moan and felt him kiss her face with 
feverish, little pecks, she knew that she was doing the right tiling, the 
thing that all men wanted women to do with them and their cocks. 

Then she looked down at the thing that grew hard and straight in her hand 
and she gasped with amazement. It seemed so big. She wondered if she would 
ever be able to get that whole thing in her tiny, girlish cunt. It was big 
and long and meaty and it turned pink as the blood filled it, pink like a 
sunset. She continued to stroke it and continued to feel the thing throb in 
her fingers until Tim made a suggestion to her, a whispered suggestion that 
thrilled her more than anything that any person had ever said to her before. 

"Why don't you put it in your mouth, Kristy?" he said. "Girls like to suck 
on my cock." 

"Do they really?" she asked, her eyes wide with amazement. She realized that 
the thought of sucking that cock had come to her for just an instant but she 
had pushed it out of her head as something that no girl in her right mind 
would do. Now he was telling her that it was normal to want to suck on that 
thing because it looked so meaty, but she needed just a bit of 
re-enforcement. 

"Yes," he said with a nod of his head, "girls do. A lot of girls like to 
suck on cocks. And it makes the boys feel good when the girls do that. I 
will tell you what, Kristy. We will get the rest of our clothes off and then 
you can suck my cock while I lick out your little pussy." 

"You would do that?" 

I kissed her before he answered her in a soft voice. 

"I would love to do that." 

And so they had done it. They had taken off their clothes and they had lain 
there on the ground. First, Tim had put his face between Kristy's firm, 
girlish legs and had run his tongue deep into her pussy. She had felt like 
something electrical when he had done that. She had felt charged with sexual 
energy. Then she had sucked on his cock, had taken the tip of that thing 
into her little mouth and moved her head back and forth as she pressed her 
lips tight around the piece of meat. 

It felt so good in her mouth. It felt like some wonderful, little animal 
that was alive in there, making a home in her mouth because it liked the 
environment so much. 

And then they had fucked. 

She had been a little nervous then. The frightened, shaky feeling had hit 
her as Tim had lifted her onto his cock while he lay on his back on the 
ground. She had taken a deep breath and had tried to keep her courage up, 
but the idea of sitting with that huge organ in her little pussy did scare 
her a little bit. 

"Do you think that it will fit?" she has asked Tim quickly, as she started 
to move back onto the upraised cock. 

"Sure," he said. "There will be a little pain at first when your hymen 
breaks but then the pussy will stretch and it will be very comfortable." 

Kristy took another deep breath and nodded her head. 

"Okay," she said. 

And she had moved back onto the cock. Tim had held his prick steady with one 
hand and kept the other hand on her thigh so that she would not forget that 
she was with him, that he would help her through this new experience. That 
touch that he gave her made her feel like a real woman. 

There had been some pain and some blood when the hymen had broken. She had 
bled all over Tim's loins. But that had not stopped either of them from 
fucking, from fucking like blazing fire, she thought, looking at his red 
hair as he grunted and bucked under her. They fucked like fire. 

As Kristy thought about this on this Saturday morning, she fingered her clit 
and knew that she was coming near an orgasm. She would remember one more 
thing that Tim had done to her that day, the thing that she always 
remembered just before she came. She liked to remember it because it seemed 
to be so warm and so gentle. 

When they were through with their first fuck session of the afternoon, with 
her first fucking of her life, they stood up and kissed each other again and 
then Tim had picked her up and cradled her against his chest while her arms 
were around his neck. He had run with her in his arms into the water of the 
lake and they had splashed into that water, laughing and feeling the water 
cool their hot, young bodies. 

And Kristy had been happy with Tim because she had known by that moment, 
when they were in the water together, that they were real lovers, that her 
life had started anew and that she had found the one thing that she was 
really good at, the one thing that she would continue to do with many men 
for a long time. 

Kristy thought of that water splashing against her naked body as Tim held 
her close to him and stood there in the lake and she came with a wonderful, 
warm, morning feeling. She bucked on the bed and fingered her clit and ran 
her fingers quickly in and out of her young pussy and came. 

Then she relaxed and rested and remembered that she had not seen Tim after 
that afternoon. 

She wondered who he was, where he was. She wanted to find him and thank him 
for what he had given her. That was one of her fantasies, finding Tim now 
that she had a lot of experience and fucking him again and running into some 
water with him holding her and regaining that special feeling that she had 
had when she was just a young girl. 

But she did not know if she would ever really find him. No one in the town 
seemed to know him. He had said that he was from the town on that afternoon, 
had implied it when he had said that he had not seen her around the town 
before, but no one in that town seemed to know anything about a red-haired 
muscled man in a convertible who fucked like crazy. 

At times, Kristy thought that Tim had just been a figment of her 
imagination. But she knew that he could not be that. She knew that he was 
real, for he had really fucked her, had really taken her virginity, had 
really given her something that she would cherish forever. 

She hated thinking about the fact that she had never seen Tim again. She 
hated it because it always added a sense of sadness to her early morning 
orgasm, but she always thought about that after she had come with her 
memories of Tim. She always thought about that and felt the sadness invade 
her like an enemy army. 

Kristy got out of the bed and pulled on a robe and looked out her bedroom 
window. The sun was high in the sky. She looked at the clock next to her 
bed. It was ten in the morning, but the house was still quiet. She knew that 
her mother slept late almost every day and that Jeff slept late sometimes on 
Saturday mornings. Suddenly, Kristy did not want to be alone on this 
morning. She felt the sadness in her and she went out of her room, went down 
the hallway in search of some friend, some person who would help her fight 
off the sadness, someone who would listen to her story. 

She paused by her mother's bedroom door. She thought for a second that she 
would go in and talk to her mother but she quickly determined that that 
would not be the right thing to do. Her mother did not want to hear about 
Kristy's sadness. She had enough sadness of her own to keep her company. And 
she would not want to hear about Kristy's sex life because she wanted her 
children to keep their sex lives secret from her as she kept so many secrets 
from them. 

Kristy sighed. She did not know what to do. 

And then she saw the door to her brother's bedroom door. 

Jeff, she thought. Jeff would listen to her story. He always listened to 
anyone who wanted to talk to him because he was ashamed of his stammer, 
because he did not want to talk himself. 

And Jeff was her brother and he loved her. He had even protected Kristy when 
she was just a little girl, before she had grown up and turned into a sad 
girl who was a natural at fucking. 

She would visit Jeff, the girl determined quickly. 

Kristy walked to Jeff's door and raised her hand, thinking about knocking on 
it. But she decided that she did not need to do that. She would just go in 
and wake her brother up and talk to him softly while he listened with his 
blue eyes filled with compassion for her. 

Kristy tightened the cord that held the robe closed around her body and 
opened the door and looked at her brother and was shocked for a moment. 

Jeff was lying on the bed naked with his hand curled around his cock. He was 
beating off. 

When he saw his sister standing there, he turned pale and he pulled his hand 
off his cock and grabbed the sheet and pulled it over his body. 

Kristy walked into the room, studying her brother's embarrassed face. Then 
she thought that it was not so strange to find that he beat his meat. After 
all, he was a male. 

She looked him over. He was a very sexy male too, she thought. 

She smiled at him and moved to his bed and Jeff moved to one side of the bed 
to give his little sister room to sit down. 

As Kristy moved toward the bed, she was already considering it. She had seen 
his cock in his hand. It was very long and nice and sexy. He was her 
brother, she kept thinking, but he was also a male and she wondered if he 
would be good at fucking. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at 
him. 

"Hi, Jeff," she said, "can we talk?" 

By then her brother had gotten rid of most of his embarrassment. He smiled 
back at his little sister and nodded his head. 

"Good," she said, touching his bare chest with her fingers, touching him not 
like a sister would touch a brother but as a girl would touch a boy that she 
found very sexy. "It has been a long time since we talked." 

Jeff did not say anything, as usual. He just lay there and looked at his 
sister. 

So Kristy wanted to talk, he thought. He wondered what she would want to 
talk to him about. It was probably about sex, he thought. He had heard the 
stories around the school, stories about Kristy dancing naked for boys and 
fucking them. He had not liked those stories, but there was something about 
his little sister that told him that all of those stories were probably 
true. She was the type of girl who would do anything for a thrill. And she 
had been looking at boys with interest for years. 

But she had never wanted to talk to him about it before. 

Jeff was a little unsure of himself. He had not had the sexual experience 
that he imagined that his little sister had had. But he had had a very good 
experience the night before with that blonde woman. She had given him just 
the kind of feeling that he most enjoyed. In fact, he had been remembering 
that woman this morning, remembering her and beating off, when Kristy had 
walked in on him. But his memories of that blonde women were getting 
confused again that morning, confused with his thoughts about his mother, 
the blonde in leather. That would trouble him later on, he was sure of that. 

So he was sort of glad that Kristy had interrupted him and that now she 
wanted to talk. He did not care really what she wanted to talk about. 
Anything was better than thinking about your own mother worshipping you in 
black leather, he thought. 

Kristy smiled down on him and he smiled back. 

"I am sad, Jeff," she said. 

And, even though she was smiling when she said it, she did seem sad. There 
was a certain hollowness in her voice that Jeff noticed. He reached up and 
put his hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort his little sister in a 
brotherly fashion. 

"I am sad because I was thinking of the first man that I ever had sex with 
this morning, Jeff," Kristy said, "and I was thinking that I never saw him 
again." 

The teen-aged girl leaned forward and whispered the next bit to her brother 
as if they were part of some great conspiracy. 

"I do not even know his last name, Jeff. Does that make me a whore?" 

Jeff shook his head quickly. He was not sure how he felt about Kristy's 
admission. He was not sure if he did consider her a whore or not, but he did 
not want his little sister to think of herself that way. He wanted her to be 
happy with her life and he was willing to do anything that he could to make 
her happy with her life. 

And the way that she was leaning over him, with her body almost lying on 
his, made him think something else too. It reminded him that his little 
sister was a sexy, little tiling, the kind of girl that all men liked to 
hold. 

Jeff kept his hand on his sister's shoulder and rubbed it. She looked at his 
blue eyes and thought that her silent brother looked very good and he felt 
very hard under her body. His muscles were hard and his flesh was cool and 
something else was hard too, that thing that he had held in his hand when 
she had walked into his room, his manly prick. That was hard and it seemed 
to be growing harder and longer and even more manly as she lay there on his 
chest and looked into his eyes. 

She did not care that it was wrong. She did not care that the thoughts that 
were running through her brain at that moment were thoughts of incest. She 
needed this fucking and she sensed that her brother needed this fucking too, 
that he had the same thoughts moving like lightning through his brain as he 
touched her and comforted her in his brotherly way. 

"Jeff," Kristy said. "I need a fucking so bad. I need to forget the 
sadness." 

And then she moved her face to his and kissed him passionately on the mouth. 

For some reason, Jeff discovered that he was not surprised by her movement 
and her kiss. And he was not repulsed by it. His sister was a sexy young 
thing with soft, girlish skin and big, brown eyes that seemed to take in 
everything about him at once. And this fucking would make her happy, the 
silent young man thought. She had said that it would make her happy and he 
wanted to make his little sister happy. That was another one of his goals in 
life. 

Kristy opened her mouth as she kissed him, Jeff opened his mouth too and 
pressed his tongue up into her mouth as her fingers ran over his face and as 
she moved her body against his and lay down on the bed. She moved 
gracefully, like a dancer and she did not even break the kiss as she lay 
down next to her body and put her arms around his thin, handsome, cool 
frame. She ran her hands over his sides and she rolled with him so that he 
was then on top of her. Then she put her hands on the small of his back and 
ran her fingers down to his firm buttocks. She had to admit it. Her 
brother's body turned her on. She felt his ass and pushed him close to her 
and felt the hardness of the cock jab her thigh as they lay like that on the 
bed. And she heard Jeff gasp too, gasp with pleasure and sexual excitement. 
Kristy knew then that she had pleased him, that she was going to give him a 
good fucking, one that they would both enjoy. 

Jeff was not thinking that this was his sister. He was only thinking that 
this was a girl, a sexy girl who had touched him and told him that he needed 
this fucking. As he kissed her face and throat, his fingers worked in the 
cord that held the robe closed and untied that cord. Then he pulled the robe 
apart and felt her own soft flesh against his. 

It was cool in the morning and a little damp and she smelled musty, as if 
she had already played with herself. He liked that musty smell on a woman. 
The night before, he had enjoyed the second fuck with Jessica more than the 
first fuck because he was attracted to that smell on her body, the smell 
that told him that this female had been hot before and would be hot again 
for him. 

Kristy gave her brother a little kiss on the mouth and then pushed him away 
from her for a second. She smiled at him as she pushed because she did not 
want Jeff to think that she was rejecting him, that she was repulsed by him 
because he was her brother, that she had changed her mind about fucking him. 
She just wanted to get the robe off. She wanted to be naked as he was naked. 
Jeff understood and moved back from her and kicked the sheet that was still 
between them down to the bottom of the bed. He watched his little sister and 
she sat up and pulled the robe off. She moved on the bed until the robe was 
away from her body and then, smiling at him, she pushed the robe onto the 
floor and lay back, naked and sexy in her brother's bed. 

Jeff did not go to her right away. He just looked at her. Her tits were nice 
and rounded and her pussy was covered with dark hair. Her legs were tanned 
and firm and strong, the kind of legs that he would like to have around him 
while he fucked, he thought. He knew that his sister liked to dance and he 
heard those stories about her dancing naked for boys. He suddenly wanted her 
to dance for him too. 

She grinned up at him as he looked at her and that grin gave him the courage 
to make his request. 

"K-K-Kristy," he said softly. 

"Yes?" 

She continued to grin as she waited for him to say what he wanted to say. 
She was willing to do anything that her brother wanted her to do. She 
reached up and ran the fingers of one hand over his chest as if to reassure 
him with her touch, reassure him that everything was all right, that she was 
willing and eager and ready to please him in any way that she could. 

"Will you dance for me?" he asked. 

The question came out quickly and he did not stutter at all. It sounded like 
he wanted to get it out before he did stutter, before he had time to shame 
himself with his speech impediment. 

"Sure, Jeff," the girl said, pulling her brother to her again and kissing 
him lightly on the mouth as she felt his muscles on her tits. She grinned 
again. "Sure, I will dance for you. You are my brother and you are very 
special to me." 

Jeff moved away from Kristy and then the young sister rolled off the bed and 
stood with her back turned to Jeff. She was sorry that she did not have any 
music, like the special music that she used when she danced for her 
champions. But she did not need that music, she thought quickly. She had 
music in her head and in her pussy, music that was orchestrated by the lust 
that she felt for her handsome brother at that very moment. She would dance 
for him like that and make him feel good and manly as he watched her. She 
had done it for other boys. She could certainly do it for him, she thought. 
He was her brother and he was very special for her. 

Jeff lay on the bed and waited for his sister to start her dance. He watched 
her sexy back as she stood there, preparing herself for her dance. Her bare 
back was strong and her butt was rounded and her legs were firm and sexy. 
She was sexy all over, he thought and he counted himself lucky to have such 
a sister, such a little sexpot who was now going to give him something very 
good to start his day with. 

Kristy raised her arms high over her head and bent one arm so that she could 
run the fingers of one hand down her other arm. She started to move with 
sexy, little jerks, listening to some silent music in her own head. Jeff 
thought that she also moved like a girl who was getting ready to fuck. She 
twitched her ass back and forth and then she turned quickly and showed her 
brother her tits, taut and high in that position and her furry-haired, young 
box. 

She danced toward her brother's bed and then away from it, moving sexily and 
slowly, teasing him a little bit. He smiled at her teasing because he knew 
that she meant to fuck him in just a few minutes. That made it bearable for 
him. She smiled too and she looked at him and stuck out her tongue and 
licked her full, red lips, as if she were anticipating something good to 
eat. He noticed that she looked at his cock when she did that and that made 
him very proud of his prick and very proud of his sister too. Kristy lowered 
her arms and put her hands on her rounded ass and shoved her pelvis forward, 
shoved it at her brother. She leaned back slightly and spread her legs and 
showed him her sweet pinkness and he grinned and licked his lips with 
anticipation too. She saw that and noticed that he was mocking her own 
moving and she chuckled at little bit and then moved back from his bed. She 
moved down in a squatting position and then fell back and caught herself on 
her hands. In that position, her cunt was very open and very pink. 

Then she jumped up to her feet with grace and ran to the bed and climbed on 
it as if she were climbing a staircase. She stood over her brother as he 
looked up at her. She stood on the bed with her little hands on her hips and 
she looked down at him as he stared up at her open slit and saw the juices 
roll out of that slit and smelled that aroma that he liked so much, that 
aroma that came from a female when she was hot and ready to get it on. 

Jeff reached down and began to stroke his already half-hard cock with his 
right hand. He moved his left hand over the soft flesh that was inside his 
sister's thigh. Then Kristy moved up his body until she was standing over 
his chest and she slowly lowered herself to his body. She moved her wet, 
furry pussy over the hairless chest and tickled her brother that way. He 
grinned at her and continued to stroke himself and then Kristy leaned 
forward. 

Her rounded, girlish tit was in his face and she was holding herself up on 
her hands that were flat on either side of his head. He put his hand on her 
tit and brought it to his lips and sucked on the girlish nipple and he felt 
his sister shiver with ecstasy as she moved her cunt over his chest again 
and tickled him some more with the soft hair that grew there. He also felt 
the moist juices rolling onto his chest and he knew that Kristy was sharing 
something with him, something that was special and feminine. Those juices 
caused that fuck odor that he liked so much. As he sucked on his sister's 
tip, he knew that he would smell like a fucked, hot, eager girl too, that he 
would carry some of those juices and some of that aroma with him after this 
experience was over. 

Jeff took his hand off his cock and put both of his hands on his sister's 
butt and pushed her up. He wanted her to sit on his face, to let him taste 
that sweet part of her. He had tasted that blonde woman the night before in 
that way and he wanted to compare. Something told him that his sister would 
even be sweeter than the blonde, although the blonde had been very sweet 
indeed. Kristy understood what he wanted and moved her tit out of his mouth 
and eased her body up his body and lowered her pussy on his feverish lips. 
She held the cunt a little bit above his head and waited for her brother's 
tongue to come out and invade her. 

And the tongue did just that. 

When it moved into her opened cunt, the girl gasped with her own feverish 
sexual fire and then moved down on her brother's face and let that tongue go 
deep into her, play around in her. She let her brother tongue out all of her 
juices. She was willing to give this blond, silent boy anything that he 
wanted and he could have all of the sexual oils of her body if he wanted 
that. 

Kristy was sweeter than the blonde, Jeff thought as his tongue moved into 
her. She was sweet as honey, young and fresh honey. The girl lay back on her 
brother's body and rested there and Jeff raised his head so that his tongue 
could still work in that honey-hole. Then he pulled his tongue out of her 
and noticed that Kristy was very pink too, pink with girlish youth. He liked 
that and he liked the dark hair that grew around her pinkness. That hair was 
soft and smelled of that aroma that he liked so much. It was damp with her 
juice and his saliva too. Jeff kissed around on the outside of the cunt and 
then raised his tongue up to the clit and struck that piece of meat again 
and again with his tongue as his sister lay on his body and shivered and 
sighed and jerked with every movement. It seemed to Jeff that she was still 
dancing, still moving to a musical beat as she lay there with her body on 
his body and her hair moving against his cock. He liked the feel of that 
soft, dark hair on his cock. It was a tickling, tingling feeling that made 
him want to dance too. 

Then Kristy moved her pussy away from his tongue and turned on his body as 
if it were a stage on which she was dancing, crawling around and filling the 
audience with lust. She turned so that she faced that cock and she took that 
prick in her girlish hand and she held it while she stuck out her tongue and 
licked the head of the prick. 

Jeff just lay there and let her do it. It felt so good and he knew that she 
was getting it ready for something that would feel even better, something 
that would make both him and his sister very happy. 

Kristy moved her firm, young body down her brother's body just a little and 
moved her head over the cock. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the tool 
into her. She bobbed her head up and down on his prick, making it stronger 
and harder with each movement, with each sucking motion. 

She ran her fingers over the tight balls and played with them as she sucked 
and Jeff was lifted into heaven by what his little sister was doing to him. 

Then he looked at her pink, opened pussy and he raised his tongue up and 
drove his tongue into her slit with power, power that she had given him with 
her sucking mouth. He felt Kristy's body tense when he did that, but she did 
not stop sucking his cock. 

Kristy thought that this was a great feeling that she was having with her 
brother at that moment, this licking and sucking, this giving and getting. 
They were turning each other on, lifting each other up, helping each other 
to prepare for the fucking that they were going to do together brother and 
sister, male and female, lovers in more than just one ordinary way. 

Then the girl knew that Jeff's cock was hard enough. It felt like it was 
going to burst wide open in her hand. And she knew that she was ready, that 
her cunt was ready for the fucking that he would give her. 

She rolled off her brother's body and lay on the bed and grinned at him. 

"Now, Jeff?" she asked. "Now we fuck each other?" 

Jeff grinned at her and nodded his head. 

The young sister moved around on the bed and opened her legs wide and 
reached out for her stud brother. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," she murmured. "Fuck my pussy and make me feel very good." 

And Jeff moved to steady himself over her, moved to aim his cock between her 
opened legs as he looked at that furry hole, that sweet hole that belonged 
to his little sister. 

He moved his body between her legs and then leaned forward and held himself 
over her and kissed her lips again, kissed her softly, with brotherly, stud 
love. 

Then he held his prick steady with one hand and moved close to her upturned 
pussy, to the hole that she held open with her own fingers, to the pinkness 
that she showed him that way. He drove into that pinkness and his sister 
gasped and lifted her legs and moved them around his body and held him 
close. 

"Batter me, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the shit out of your little sister." 
Those words made him want to fuck her even more. He drove his cock into her 
and then pulled it back until just the tip of the shaft was in her. Then he 
pushed himself toward her again with a forceful fury. 

She loved that pushing, that force and she tightened her hold on him and 
rocked under him and begged him for more. 

"Batter my cunt, Jeff. Batter my whore cunt." 

And the brother did batter her. He fucked her quickly and she gasped with 
each move that he made into her cunt. He did not really like it that she had 
called her cunt a whore cunt. His little sister was not a whore and he 
wished that he could find the courage to tell her that, that she was not a 
slut, that she was just a normal, healthy girl who liked to fuck. But he 
knew that that would take too many words, more words that he could ever 
find. So he would just have to fuck her and make her happy in that way. 

And he fucked her with force. He grunted and she sighed and he began to 
perspire and the drops of sweat fell from his body to hers. She turned her 
head toward the window and rocked her body under his fucking force and 
looked out the window and saw the bright Saturday morning out there. 

She was fucking her own brother in his bedroom on a bright morning. She had 
not even done it in the dark. That was how much of a whore that she was, she 
thought. 

But then she remembered that this was what she had been meant to do. It 
seemed to her that her mother and her father had made her that way as they 
created her in her mother's womb. And she had to admit that this fucking 
from her brother-kinky though it was-was the best fucking that she had ever 
received in her well-fucked life. 

"You are great, Jeff." she murmured to him. 

And she pulled her brother's body down on hers and kissed his neck and 
shoulders and tasted the salty sweat that hung on his flesh like water from 
a lake. She remembered the way that Tim, the man from her past had baptized 
her into her new life after he had fucked her for the first time and she 
thought that her brother's sexy sweat was baptizing her again, making her a 
new person again, a girl who was so sexy that she would fuck even her own 
brother. 

And enjoy that fucking more than any other she had ever gotten. 

Jeff continued to batter her as Kristy felt her orgasm build in her body. 
She felt the heat and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she 
came. She hoped that she could come with Jeff, so that they could truly 
share everything on this sunny Saturday morning. 

Fucking Jeff, feeling his cock adding heat to her pussy, the girl moaned and 
thought about Tim one last time. But she did not have the sadness this time 
when she thought about that red haired young man that she had never seen 
again. She had lost Tim, but she had found others and now she even had her 
brother. She had found Jeff on this Saturday morning and she knew that Jeff 
was the best that she was ever going to have. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," she muttered again and then she sighed as the heat rushed 
to her pussy. She felt her brother tense his sexy body and she knew that he 
was going to come too. 

They were going to come together, like lovers should. 

They both tensed and felt the heat rush through them and breathed harshly 
into each other's faces and came with sighs and groans and Kristy's last 
fucking words. 

"Jeff, my brother, you are a stud. You fuck me better than any other man has 
ever fucked me." 

And then they held each other and felt the warmth spreading through them. 
When the orgasms were over, they relaxed and Jeff pulled his cock slowly out 
of Kristy. 

He looked at his little sister, who lay under him, grinning up at him and 
she sensed the question, the brotherly question, in his eyes. 

"Yes," she said, answering Jeff's silent question. "You have fucked me and 
made me very happy, Jeff." 

Jeff moved off his sister's body and held her close to him and kissed her 
sweaty face softly. He had made her happy and he felt happy for he knew that 
he was a good brother, the best brother that he could be. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Marsha did not know what her children were doing in her son's bedroom. She 
could not hear them because she was in her leather room and sound did not 
penetrate into that room. She had gone into that room early that morning and 
had slowly put on her leather garments and now she had taken some of those 
garments off. 

The sexy movie queen was lying on the floor of her leather room in her cool, 
fresh, leather bra. She was lying on her back and she was rubbing the 
leather rod against her clit. 

She had often used that rod on her. It was firm and yet pliant, cool and yet 
hot. It was everything that a woman could desire, the sexy, blonde woman 
thought. She moved the rod against her clit and felt the coolness cause a 
special tension in that excited piece of meat. The clit seemed to be crying 
out to her. 

Fuck your cunt! Fuck your pussy with that rod! That is what you want! 

And she knew that that was exactly what she wanted. Her pussy was wet with 
desire for that leather rod, that cool thing. She moved the rod around the 
lips of the cunt and felt the hole quake as if the lips were trying to force 
themselves open for the rod, as if they wanted to taste that rod in them so 
much that they were taking control of the situation. 

And Marsha knew that her pussy did yearn for the leather rod, the cool thing 
that slid into her and made her feel so happy and so warm. 

So the woman lifted her legs and began to slip the rod into her. When she 
felt that first bit of leather in her hole, when she felt that first, cool 
touch inside her, she gasped and rolled on the leather floor and lay on her 
side. She smelled the aroma of the leather that was next to her face and she 
lifted her leg high and moved the rod into her more deeply. 

Then she started to fuck herself. 

She moved the rod in and out of her as if it were a cock, a cold, leather 
cock that was making her warm and juicy inside. She felt that the leather 
was shooting through her body, turning her into leather and she did not mind 
that idea at all. She liked the fantasy. If she could only turn into 
expensive leather then she would have leather with her all the time. She 
would not have to come to his room for her thrills. She would be able to 
feel and smell leather and let it work its magic on her mind and her cunt 
every moment of the day and night. She wished that she could be leather, 
that she could be so firm and yet so pliable, so cold and yet so hot, so 
soft and yet so strong. If she could be that, then she would have to trouble 
making it in the world, even the world of Hollywood. She would be able to 
return to that place and face all the questions and all of the people who 
tried to uncover her secrets and she would know that they would fail in 
their attempts to hurt her because she was made of leather and she could not 
be hurt by anything that they did. 

But she was not leather, the woman quickly reminded herself. She could only 
stick leather up her pussy and smell leather and get off on leather. She 
held her leg high and felt the muscles in her body quake and shake as she 
felt the leather orgasm coming to her. She moved the rod more quickly in and 
out of her open cunt and she sighed and moaned and sniffed the leather 
floor. Then she turned onto her back and raised her pussy up and let the 
fucking rod have her easily and let the orgasm come and rush over her. 

She cried out as she came. 

"I love leather!" 

And then, when the orgasm was over, the woman slowly pulled the leather rod 
out of her cunt and held it up in the light of the room and saw the juices 
that glistened on the rod. She dropped that rod onto the leather floor and 
reminded herself that her children would soon be up and around the house. 
She had to hurry and get out of her special, leather room. 

She moved onto her feet shakily, still weak from the leather orgasm that she 
had had. Then she took off the leather bra. She held it to her nose for a 
second and then dropped it after smelling that aroma, that leather aroma 
mixed with that special aroma, that special aroma that she had when she wore 
leather. 

Marsha opened the door to the leather room and looked down the hallway. She 
did not see anyone there. She figured that her son and her daughter were 
still asleep. She came out of the room and carefully locked it and then 
reached for her robe. She walked down the hallway and into her own bedroom. 
She decided that she would try to go back to sleep for an hour or so. The 
leather orgasms always made her tired and sleepy. 

When Marsha had gone into her own room, Kristy peered out into the hallway 
again. She had seen it all from her bedroom, where she had rushed when she 
came out of her brother's bedroom and heard a door start to open. She had 
seen her naked mother come out of that room that she always kept locked and 
put on a robe and then go to her bedroom. Her mother had been flushed when 
she came out of that room and she staggered a bit when she walked. Kristy 
was experienced enough to sense that her mother had just had an orgasm. That 
was the way that Kristy reacted when she tried to move too quickly for a few 
minutes after she had come with a boy. 

But what in that room would give the mother an orgasm. Kristy wondered about 
that. She had always been intrigued by that room that her mother kept 
locked. She had always wondered what was in there. Marsha said it just 
stored old junk and let it go at that. The children had let it go at that 
too. They had figured that their mother deserved the right to privacy, since 
she was very careful about not asking about their secrets. 

But now Kristy could not keep herself away from that room. She had thought 
that it just had some old things in it that reminded her mother of her 
Hollywood days, things that perhaps Marsha visited when she was alone in the 
house. But those things would not give a woman an orgasm, the girl thought 
and she wanted to find out what would give her mother an orgasm, that 
staggering feeling that made females feel warm and good and lively and 
peaceful and everything that made life worth living. 

So the daughter decided that it was time to penetrate one of her mother's 
secrets. 

She moved quietly to the door and knelt in front of the lock. She was 
wearing her robe. She searched in the pocket of that robe for a bobby-pin 
and she found one. 

One of the boys that she had fucked had been a small-time hoodlum and he had 
shown Kristy how to do this. He had said that it might come in handy if she 
ever got locked out of the house and wanted to get back in late at night and 
not let anyone know what time she arrived home. 

She had never used the skill before, but now she was glad that she had it. 
She stuck the bobby pin into the hole of the lock and moved it around in 
there quickly and soon she heard the lock click. 

The teen-aged girl stood up and took a deep breath. She was a little afraid 
to open that door, but she knew that she would open it. She steeled her 
nerves against what she might find in that room and then she pulled the door 
open and stepped inside. 

The room was dark and Kristy searched on the wall for a light switch. She 
found one and flipped it on as she shut the door behind her. 

And then she saw what was in the strange room. 

What she saw there thrilled her and intrigued her. At first, she did not 
know what to make of all that black leather. There was leather on the floor 
that felt soft and cool under Kristy's bare feet and there was leather on 
the walls. She reached out and touched the soft stuff there. Then she looked 
down and saw what lay in the middle of the leather room and she gasped. 

A black leather bra was there and some black leather panties and a little 
leather rod. 

Kristy moved toward the leather stuff very slowly. She bent down and picked 
up the panties and she knew that they were just her mother's size. Her 
mother wore this stuff. Kristy wondered why and then she smelled the aroma 
of the leather and she felt her own girlish clit began to quake in her body 
and she knew that the leather thrilled her just as it thrilled her mother. 
The girl pressed the panties to her face and took a deep breath, letting the 
leather aroma fill her head. It was fantastic. She had never smelled 
anything like that before. 

The girl held the panties in one hand and reached down and picked up the bra 
in the other. She smelled the leather and the aroma of her mother too. That 
was on the leather garments and that added to the girl's pleasure as she 
sniffed the stuff. She had always thought that her mother was sexy and 
beautiful, although she knew that her mother had never fucked her audience 
as Kristy had done so many times when she danced for boys. And now she was 
holding the secret, leather garments of that sexy, beautiful woman to her 
face and rubbing her face against the cool softness as she took it more of 
the aroma. 

The young daughter dropped the panties on the leather floor and looked at 
the bra. She began to put the thing on. She wanted to see how it would feel 
on her body. It did not quite fit. Her mother's tits were much larger than 
her own. But, even loose on her body, the leather bra thrilled the girl. She 
felt the cool soft leather against her flesh as she pushed her robe off her 
body and let it fall on the leather floor. She reached behind her and 
clasped the leather bra onto her body and felt the thing hanging there and 
knew just what her mother loved about leather. 

Kristy started to dance in the room, to move around in a slow and easy 
motion as she felt the cold leather bang against her little tits. Then she 
looked again at the leather pole, the rod that lay on the floor. She reached 
down and picked it up and saw the wet stuff still on the rod. She brought 
that pole close to her face and smelled the juice that still clung to the 
thing. Kristy knew, that it was her mother's juice, that this was the 
remains of her mother's orgasm. 

Before she even knew what she was doing, she stuck out her tongue and licked 
some of that juice from the fine leather rod. Her mother was sweet, she 
thought, very sweet. 

And then Kristy understood everything. 

This was the way that her mother got her thrills, her pleasures. She used 
this leather rod on her pussy and made herself come. Kristy, who had just 
fucked her own brother and enjoyed it more than any other fucking that she 
had ever done, could not say that her mother was wrong in fucking this rod. 
In fact, the girl felt her own pussy begin to quiver with that leather all 
around and that pole in her hand. She wanted to fuck the thing too. She 
wanted to have the kind of pleasure that her mother had when she took that 
leather up her cunt. 

But Kristy would not do it right away. She wanted to prolong the feeling of 
lust that was growing in her girlish body. She was surprised by the feeling. 
She had never thought that she would be so turned on by leather, by anything 
besides a sexy male and she was being turned on just minutes after she had 
fucked Jeff. 

But the girl could not help it, as she understood that her mother could not 
help it either. She yearned for the leather rod just as her mother had 
yearned for it. She started to dance again and she held the leather rod 
close to her face, as if it were a dancing partner. She kissed the rod and 
tasted the leather and her mother on the thing and she moved around the 
leather room without making a sound, feeling the cool stuff under her feet. 

Then she could not stand it any longer. She had to know all. She had to 
experience what her mother obviously experienced. She had to know how it 
felt. 

The teen-aged girl dropped onto the leather floor and spread her legs and 
moved that leather rod over her body. She started with her tits. She moved 
the end of the rod over her tits and around each nipple and shivered with 
the feeling that the leather gave her. Then she moved the rod down her 
stomach and touched her navel with the thing and shivered again. She moved 
the rod further down and let it make a path in her pussy hair. As she drew 
near her cunt, she sighed. She knew that this would feel good and she sensed 
that this leather fucking that she was about to give herself would unite her 
in a special way with her mother, unite her in a way that was like the way 
that Kristy and her mother had been united many years ago, when Kristy was 
just a thing growing in her mother's womb. She felt that, maybe, this 
leather rod was something like a cord that held parent and child together. 

The lustful girl who had experienced so much in her short life now wanted to 
experience this new thing. She took a deep breath and moved the leather rod 
over her quaking, excited clit. 

It was terrific! 

It was like nothing else that she had ever felt before! 

It was cold! 

It was hot! 

It was hard! 

It was soft! 

It was like a man! 

It was like no man Kristy had ever had before! 

It was strange and new and exciting and it filled her head with lustful 
dreams, dreams that churned into nothing in her brain and left her head 
feeling hollow and feminine and yearning. 

The leather was magnificent! 

Kristy moved the leather rod over her clit and felt the hardness and the 
softness seem to invade her. She sighed. This is what made her mother happy, 
she thought and now it was making her happy too. 

With shaking hands, she moved the rod back and forth over the sexy piece of 
meat and cooed to it as if it were a lover. 

"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me with your leather. I love it." 

And she did love it. She loved the feel and the she loved the aroma, the 
smell of the leather that was now mixing with the smell of her own anxious 
juices. 

She kept the tip of that rod moving over her clit for a few more seconds and 
then she pulled the rod up and held it against her girlish tits. The rod 
seemed to pulse there like a cock. She gasped for air in the leather room 
and moved on the leather floor. She knew that she would have to do it, would 
have to complete her leather love-making in the most natural way that she 
could think of. 

She held the rod up over her face and saw the muscles of her girlish arms 
flex. Then she spoke to the rod as if it were a male, a member of her 
audience, a man that she wanted in her more than anything else in the whole 
world. 

"Fuck me," she said to the rod. "Fuck my pussy. Batter my young cunt, just 
like you batter my mother's cunt. Make me a star like my mother, you leather 
lover." 

Then she slowly moved the rod down between her outstretched legs again. She 
took several deep breaths, trying to give herself the courage that she 
needed to do what she had to do. She knew that the leather would give her 
the orgasm that she desired and she wanted that orgasm more than anything 
else that she could think of. 

Kristy had just fucked her stud brother and he had been good, but he had not 
been leather. He had been flesh and he did not have this strange and 
wonderful aroma and this sexy coldness that the leather had. 

She knew that she wanted this experience even more than she had wanted the 
good experience with her brother. 

The teen-aged girl lifted her hips high and spread her legs wide and moved 
the tip of that rod to her opened pussy. Before she shoved it in, she closed 
her eyes and spoke to the leather again. 

"Batter me, you bastard leather. Batter my whore pussy. Batter my young, 
sweet cunt." 

Then, holding her breath, Kristy moved the leather rod into her. She gasped 
when it was in her, cold and hot at the same time, it seemed to her. She 
started to move the leather in her cunt, to move it around in that sweet 
hole, where so many cocks had already been. 

But this was not a cock. This was leather and it felt different from any 
cock that she had ever had. It felt cold and hard and yet it seemed to come 
alive in her pussy, to want to fill her up and touch every part of her that 
it could touch. 

She put her legs together and tightened her pussy around the leather rod and 
rolled on the leather floor. She cried out in passion. 

"Yes! Fuck my sweet, whore pussy! Fuck me like my brother fucked me!" 

Kristy seemed to be engulfed in leather and she loved that leather. She 
wanted to drown in the leather smells and the leather emotion that came to 
her girlish head. 

As she rolled with the leather that battered, her, the girl thought of her 
blond, silent brother and she thought of another man, the red-haired man who 
had been her first. They were the two most important men in her life at that 
time, but now the leather was important too. The leather was giving her 
feelings just like those men had given her. She wished that she could make 
the leather her audience, that she could dance and thrill the leather as she 
had thrilled so many men. But she could not. She knew that the leather was 
not really a male, that it was only a tool and that tool was hers to do with 
as she willed. The leather was silent too, just like her brother, but it 
would never speak at all. It would never move except when she moved it, as 
she was moving it quickly in her cunt at that moment. She churned on the 
leather floor and gasped and moaned and waited for the leather to bring her 
her orgasm, the feeling that she wanted so much. She knew that it was coming 
because she felt the leather heat, the leather hardness grow in her girlish 
body. She felt the smell of leather surround her and she felt the hard, cold 
feeling of leather invade her. She thought that, maybe, she was made of 
leather too and she wondered if her mother felt this way when she did this 
thing with the leather. 

And then Kristy came. She came with gasps and cries that started deep in her 
throat. As she came, she lifted her legs and held them out straight and 
tensed her body and let the leather work its final miracle in her. 

She came and came and came. She could not remember ever coming as much as 
she did that morning with the leather. 

Then she slowly pulled the leather rod out of her young cunt and looked at 
it. It was wet with her juices, as it had been wet with her mother's. Kristy 
raised the rod to her mouth and stuck out her tongue and licked the juices 
off the piece. They were sweet and leathery. 

Then she dropped the rod and put her hands on her leather bra and pressed it 
close to her tits while she relaxed in the after-glow of orgasm. 

She understood her mother so much better now, she thought in a dreamy way. 
She understood why her mother would love leather so much and she felt that, 
in a special way, she and her mother were closer at this moment than they 
had been in years. 

Yet the girl knew no way that she could tell her mother that she had 
discovered the woman's secret, her secret room and her secret pleasure. She 
wanted to tell her mother that she knew, that she understood, but her mother 
had never been very willing to talk about anything like this with her 
children. 

Kristy knew that she would tell her mother some day, if she could only work 
up the courage and figure out how best to break the news to the woman. Until 
then, she would just have to sneak into this room when her mother was not 
around and have her own special teen-aged pleasure with leather. 

The girl sat up and took another deep breath, taking in the leather aroma of 
the room. 

She wondered what other things there were that she could try now that she 
was a leather-lover. She wondered what other thrills waited for her out 
there in the big and lusty world. 

The teen-ager smiled and determined to find out, to experiment, to do 
everything that she could possibly do to bring pleasure to her body. 

She was game for anything, she determined. She would do everything with 
everyone that she could find. 

It was a new resolve, a firm resolve and Kristy knew that she would keep her 
promise to herself. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jessica grew tired of waiting for Jeff. The stuttering stud had promised 
that he would call her at her motel room when he talked to his mother about 
the interview, but now it was Sunday afternoon and he had not called at all. 
The journalist knew that the boy had probably chickened out, afraid to ask 
his mother for anything, afraid even to speak. Jessica felt a little put-out 
by the boy's fear of his mother, but she sat in her motel room and smiled 
when she remembered that her relationship with Jeff had not been a total 
loss. He had been one hell of a stud, one hell of a fuck. 

Anyway, she thought, it was time to work on phase two of her operation. She 
would attack the Billings family from another angle. 

So she left her motel room and got in her car and started to drive around 
town. She was looking for someone. She was looking for Kristy Billings. 

She had studied the girl as she had studied the brother of the girl. She 
knew that Kristy liked to walk around town on sunny afternoons like this one 
and she knew that the girl often picked up guys on these afternoons. 

On this afternoon, the journalist thought, she would not pick up a guy. She 
would be picked up by a sexy woman who wanted something from her. 

As she drove around, looking for the teen-aged sex-pot, she remembered the 
stories that she had heard about Kristy Billings. 

The girl had a bad reputation among many of the town's blue-noses. People 
said that she danced naked for boys and then fucked them, sometimes five or 
six in one night. People said that she was obsessed with sex. Jessica 
giggled when she thought about that. What teen-aged girl is not obsessed 
with sex? The only difference between Kristy and the more pure young ladies 
of the town, the journalist thought, was that Kristy was not afraid to work 
out her obsession with boys, lots of boys. 

Jessica smiled. She had been much like Kristy when she was a teen-ager, 
courageous and willing to try anything. 

The journalist hoped that Kristy was indeed like her. She hoped that the 
girl was not afraid to try anything. Jessica had made love to her first 
woman when she was only fifteen and she had had several minor affairs with 
women since then. She basically liked men with good, strong cocks, but she 
was also turned on by cute women, women who were soft and eager to please. 

The blonde remembered her first girl. She had been fifteen and the girl had 
been older, more experienced, all of seven-teen. That girl had picked 
Jessica up one afternoon and had taken her out of the woods. She had talked 
to Jessica about boys and how much fun sex could be. 

And then she had run her hand over the girl's soft thigh. The blonde 
shivered with delight when the older girl did that, but she felt warm and 
loving when the girl took her in her arms and kissed her full on the lips. 

That had been a very good experience for Jessica. The reporter wondered if 
this teen-aged tart that she was looking for this afternoon had had a good 
experience such as that one. If she had not, Jessica wanted to show her such 
an experience. She wanted to give this girl everything that she could give 
another female, everything that would make Kristy Billings feel warm and 
loving, just as she had felt when she was fifteen. 

Jessica saw the girl standing on the corner just ahead of her. 

She slowed down and studied the teen-ager as she drew close to Kristy. 

The girl was dressed for action. That was for sure. 

Kristy was wearing a halter-top over her budding tits and she was wearing a 
pair of cut-off jeans, jeans that were cut off almost to her pussy. 

Her feet were bare and she already had the beginning of her tan. She looked 
from one side to the other, grinning and waiting for some interested boy to 
come driving by. 

Jessica moved her car slowly up the corner and then stopped the auto right 
in front of Kristy. 

The girl looked into the open window. "Hi," Jessica said, smiling at the 
girl. 

"Hi," Kristy said with a grin. 

"Would you like to go for a ride with me?" 

The question took the teen-ager by surprise. She had never been 
propositioned by a woman before. And this was definitely a proposition, a 
request for sex. She could tell that by the way that the woman was looking 
at her body and the way that the woman smiled at her. 

She considered it for just a second. She reminded herself that she had 
determined to try everything. So she quickly decided that she would go with 
this blonde woman. She thought the woman was very beautiful. 

"Sure," Kristy said, grinning and running around the car to get in on the 
passenger's side. When she was in, she turned to the woman. 

"My name is Kristy," she said. 

"I know," the woman said with a smile as she moved the car away from the 
corner. "My name is Jessica." 

"You know me, Jessica?" the girl asked. 

She was a little surprised. She had never seen this woman around town before 
and she was sure that she would have noticed her in this small town if she 
had crossed her path. 

"Yes, Kristy," the woman said, driving toward the outskirts of town, driving 
toward the lake. "I know you. I fucked your brother just a couple of nights 
ago." 

"Really?" the girl chirped. 

"Really. He was a very good fuck, too." 

"Yes, I know very well," the girl said with an impish grin and a twinkle in 
her eye. She wondered if that would shock the woman. But it did not seem to 
shock her at all. The blonde just turned to her and smiled. 

"From experience?" Jessica asked. 

"From recent experience. I fucked him yesterday morning for the first time." 

Jessica laughed out loud with glee. This girl was a real sex-pot, she 
thought, probably even more courageous than Jessica had been at her age. 
Jessica had never had a brother to fuck. She was an only child, but she 
wondered now if she would have fucked a brother if one had been available to 
her, especially a sexy brother like the stammering Jeff. She probably would 
have. She decided that she would not have been able to resist a sexy stud, 
no matter if he was related to her. 

Kristy looked out the front windshield. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

"To the lake," the woman said, "if that is all right with you." 

The two females explained glances and grins again. They both knew what they 
were going to do when they got to the lake. Kristy looked over the sexy 
blonde and felt her blood begin to boil with lust and anticipation. 

"Sounds great to me," the teen-ager said. 

"Have you ever done anything like this before, Kristy? I mean, with a 
woman?" 

"No," Kristy said, understanding exactly what the woman expected her to do 
when they got to the lake, "but I want to do it and I think that you are 
very sexy." 

"I will try to make it good for you, Kristy," the blonde said softly. 

The two females were silent as Jessica drove to the lake. The blonde was at 
ease, knowing that the teen-ager had agreed to the lesbian sex and knowing 
that this teen-ager would probably be very good at the act when things got 
started. Kristy was a little nervous, however, nervous with anticipation. 
She wanted to get things started. She wanted to taste this sexy woman's cunt 
and see if her juices were as sweet as her own, as her mother's. 

Kristy found herself thinking of her mother. Marsha, like this woman, 
Jessica, was a blonde, sexy thing. And now that Kristy understood her mother 
and leather, she wondered if Marsha had ever done anything like what she was 
prepared to do with this woman. She somehow hoped that her mother had done 
something like that. Kristy wanted to be as much like her mother as 
possible. She wanted to be a star too. 

And the teen-ager liked the lake. It brought to her mind good memories, 
memories of Tim and other boys, but especially of Tim, her first man. She 
was glad that this woman had picked out the lake for this new first in 
Kristy's life. She liked to do her first things near the water, she thought. 
It made her feel more natural and fresh when she did them. Nothing could 
ever be strange and perverted if it was done near the water, she thought and 
then she giggled at that thought. 

"Something funny?" Jessica asked as she drove on the little road that led by 
the lake. 

"No," the girl said, "I was just thinking that I liked it here." 

"Good." 

Jessica drove Kristy to her own special spot, the place where she had fucked 
Jeff just a few days before. She pulled the car into that spot and then she 
and the girl sat there and looked out on the shining, blue water of the lake 
for a second without saying anything. 

It was a special spot for Kristy too. Near here, she had fucked Tim, her 
first man, the man she had never seen again. She glanced at the pretty, 
blonde woman who sat there in the car and looked at the water and she 
wondered if she would ever see this woman again either. 

She did think that Jessica was sexy. She was wearing her white shorts and 
her white T-shirt and her tits were rounded and firm under that T-shirt. She 
looked sophisticated, even dressed like that, the teen-ager thought. She 
wondered what this woman did for a living. She would not have been surprised 
to discover that this woman was a business executive or a high-powered 
fashion model or maybe even a movie star, as her mother had been. 

Jessica had slipped her sandals off so that she, like Kristy, sat in the car 
in her bare feet. She finally turned to the girl and readied out and touched 
the side of her face. Kristy bent her head and let the woman's fingers move 
into the softness at the side of her neck. She grinned at the woman with 
sweetness in her eyes, with girlish sweetness that Jessica knew would be 
driven out of Kristy before too many more years were through. 

That was the way things happened in the world, the journalist thought. The 
sweetness was driven out of a girl. Kristy would be sexy for a long time, 
but she would not be sweet and tender as she was now. She would try and try 
to regain that sweetness in the arms of men and women as she grew older, 
and. sometimes, she would have a faint taste of it, but she would never 
really be this way again, this sweet, this adventurous, this excited and 
loving. 

Jessica knew because that is what had happened to her. She wanted to taste 
this girl's sweetness, to let the girl feel it in her body before it was 
gone forever. 

The blonde journalist pulled the teen-aged girl's face to hers and kissed 
Kristy on the mouth with a soft peck. Then they kissed again and this time, 
the girl put her arms around Jessica's neck and held the blonde close to her 
while she opened her mouth to the older woman's tongue. She felt the soft, 
wet tongue invade her and she moved her face against Jessica's as their 
tongues played little games with each other, as they tasted each other for 
the first time. 

The teen-ager liked this feeling, this warm sensation that ran through her 
because she was kissing another woman. A man's lips were not so soft, so 
cool. A man's tongue was not so active in her mouth. She felt that this 
thing with Jessica would be very good because they were both women, because 
they knew how to please each other because they knew from first-hand 
experience how women liked to be pleased. 

The girl pulled away from the blonde and smiled at her. 

"Let's go over into the trees," she said, "where we can be more 
comfortable." 

Jessica liked the fact that she had made the suggestion, that she was doing 
more than just following orders. She just nodded her head in agreement with 
the teen-ager. She knew that this would be a very pleasurable experience for 
both of them because neither of them was in total control of the other. They 
were two women, who had mutual desires and mutual control over their bodies. 
That would make their pleasure mutual too. 

The two females got out of the car and held hands as they walked barefoot 
across the soft earth to the trees. They looked at the trees as they came 
near the clump. Both of them felt as if they were moving into a sanctuary, a 
special place where they could be totally free and uninhibited. 

It was the way that they wanted to be. 

They moved into the trees and stood there in the middle of the trees and 
looked up at the late spring sun that was shining down on them through the 
trees. They felt cool and blessed there in the summer as it filtered through 
the green of the tree tops. They turned and looked at each other. 

Neither female said anything. Instead, they stepped a few feet apart and 
studied each other carefully, seeing each sexy curve in each other's body, 
noticing each sexy part. Then Kristy reached behind her and loosened her 
halter-top and let the thing fall away from her body and showed the woman 
her young, rounded tits. She waited until Jessica moved too. The blonde 
pulled her T-shirt over her head and let the teen-ager see her tits. 

Each female stood very stiff for a moment and let the other female take in 
that new sight. Then Kristy moved her fingers over her cut-offs and opened 
them. Jessica moved her hands over her shorts and loosened those things too. 
Together, at the same time, they pushed their last garments down to the 
ground and stepped out of them. Neither of the females had won panties. Both 
had gone out that afternoon in search of sex and both knew that they did not 
need panties for that. 

Both females spread their legs and stood there, letting eyes inspect pretty 
pussies. 

Kristy's cunt was covered with a dark bush of soft hair. Jessica's hair was 
lighter in color but heavier, as a woman's should be heavier than a 
teen-aged girl's. 

After that lustful inspection, the two women began to move together slowly. 
They started to move at the same time, yearning for each other, keeping 
their eyes roaming over bodies, moving slowly, letting the anticipation 
build. 

Jessica was a little taller than the girl. So, when they came together and 
put their arms around each other, Kristy was the one who tilted her head up 
for Jessica's kiss. It was a strong, soft, passionate kiss, the type of kiss 
that only women can share. Jessica held Kristy close to her and felt the 
girl's soft, young tits move against her own as both females breathed in 
excitement at this experience. 

Then Jessica ran her lips over the girl's face, giving the teen-ager quick, 
soft, little kisses. She ran her tongue around the girl's soft jaw and 
licked her throat as Kristy continued to move her head about and give the 
woman places to lick and to kiss. Then Jessica ran her tongue over the red 
lips of the girl and she felt the girl shudder in her arms as she did that. 

Kristy had never experienced such licking before. It was marvelous. No man 
had ever done that to her. It took another woman to understand that women 
like to be licked, like cats, like jungle animals, like angels. Those 
thoughts rushed through Kristy's head so quickly that she did not even 
notice it when she moved to her knees with Jessica. She did not notice it 
when the woman pushed her back onto the soft earth but she went willing and 
let the woman lie on top of her and press her body to Kristy's hot, sexy 
body and continue to kiss and lick her as Kristy moved her firm, young, 
dancer's legs up and held them around Jessica's sexy body. 

Jessica started to move her pussy against Kristy's, to hump the girl. The 
teen-ager soon caught the rhythm and matched it with her own, but she still 
did not give it much thought. She was beyond thought. It seemed to Kristy 
that she was moving in a mist, moving in the way that her body wanted to 
move. She just felt. She did not think. 

And what thoughts she had were not about this woman who humped her. They 
were about her mother. She wondered if her mother's pussy was as soft and 
hairy and wet as this woman's, what her mother's cunt would feel like if 
Marsha rubbed it against Kristy's young pussy. Her mind will filled with 
such wonders, such questions that boiled with lust in her head. 

Kristy tightened her hold on Jessica with her legs and her arms and moaned 
into the woman's ear. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me as my mother would." 

Jessica heard those words and knew that, somewhere, deep in her soul, this 
girl lusted for her own mother. That made the journalist feel happy, because 
she knew that that lust could be turned into something that was productive 
for Jessica and her career. She ground her cunt into Kristy's and felt the 
wetness of the teen-ager mix with her own wetness and she continued to kiss 
and lick the girl's face. 

Then she moved back from the girl's body and Kristy loosened her hold on the 
woman. When she was able to move, Jessica started her journey down Kristy's 
sexy flesh. 

She kissed and licked the girl's soft shoulders and then moved on down to 
the young, rounded tits. She figured that many men had probably kissed and 
sucked on those tits, but Jessica knew that no man would ever give Kristy 
the feeling that she was going to give her at that moment because no man 
really understood tits as a woman did. 

The journalist moved her tongue slowly around one pink nipple, wetting it 
and feeling it grow hard under her touch and then she ran her tongue across 
the nipple with quick, little movements as the girl jumped and gasped. She 
knew that she was pleasing Kristy with the tongue-lashing. Then Jessica 
raised her mouth and blew on the nipple and the girl shuddered and sighed 
and took deep breaths and trembled under her. Jessica knew that that felt 
good to her, good like sexy torture. A breath is cold on a wet nipple and 
when a girl felt such a coldness, she only wanted to have a warm mouth 
sucking on her, relieving her of the coldness and the lustful chill. 

Kristy put her hand on Jessica's neck and pressed the blonde down on that 
nipple and Jessica went willing, sucking on the thing with long, almost lazy 
pulls. The girl began to churn in the dust under her, to churn with lust and 
emotions that were new to her. Jessica understood those emotions. They were 
the same emotions that she had felt when she was fifteen, when she had been 
taken by the older girl and turned into a lover that could not be satisfied 
by mere ordinary sex. 

And the pink nipple of the girl tasted so fresh and so sweet. 

As Jessica sucked on her tit, Kristy lifted her arms and put her hands on 
her head and tried to relax. But the blonde saw that movement and quickly 
moved her mouth off the nipple and licked the armpits of the sexy girl. That 
added more sexual tension to Kristy's body, more emotions that made her 
think of her mother and of lust and of nothing. 

Kristy held her arms back and moved on the ground, danced under the woman's 
body and felt the earth move into her flesh as the woman licked her armpit. 
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She wanted that ultimate girl-to-girl 
action and she wanted it now. 

"Suck my clit, Jessica," she moaned, almost begging in her lust. "Eat my 
pussy and suck my clit. I have to come soon of I will just explode." 

And the blonde journalist understood just what the girl meant. She had felt 
similar things, similar explosions in her body when she had made love to 
women before. 

Jessica hurried down Kristy's body and lowered her face to the dark-haired, 
sweet, young pussy as the girl spread her legs wide and tensed her body and 
moaned to the woman with desire in her voice. 

"Eat my pussy, Jessica. Please." 

The blonde journalist could not refuse the girl. She looked so eager and so 
sweet like that and the aroma that came up to the woman's nostrils from the 
girl's body was sweet too, so sweet that it seemed like flowers to Jessica, 
flowers of the spring. 

She spread the girl's cunt-lips with her fingers and drove her tongue into 
Kristy, moved it into the girl with force and power and tasted the ultimate 
sweetness of the teen-ager. It was so sweet and the pussy walls seemed to 
vibrate against Jessica's tongue. The juices covered the tongue as Jessica 
pressed her face closer to the girl and moved the tongue in more deeply, 
sucking and licking at the same time and feeling the girl churn under her. 

The blonde journalist looked up at the girl and was proud because she knew 
that she was doing this to Kristy, that she was giving the sexy teen-ager 
this pleasure. Kristy was moving on the earth and she held her little tits 
in her hands and squeezed on them as she moaned and sighed. Jessica caught 
some, of the words that came from the girl's lips in gasping sounds. 

"Yes, Mother ... More like that ... That is wonderful ... Mother ... I 
understand ... Leather Mother ... I understand you ... Hat my pussy ... 
Mother." 

The girl was thinking about her mother, fantasizing that the former movie 
queen was the one who was eating out her pussy at that moment. In another 
situation, Jessica would have been hurt that the girl did not think that it 
was she who was giving her this pleasure, would have been jealous of the 
girl's mother, but, in this situation, Jessica knew that the girl's lustful 
thoughts about her own mother would make things easier for the journalist, 
would make it easier for her to get her interview with Marsha Billings, the 
interview that would make Jessica a media great. 

Jessica moved her mouth off the girl's pussy for a moment, pulling her 
tongue out of the cunt. She let Kristy rest for just a few seconds, calm 
down a bit before the final pleasure came to her. Then she grinned at the 
sexy teen-ager and lowered her face again to the area between the girl's 
firm, dark legs and sucked the excited clitoris in her mouth. 

Her pussy quivered. 

Kristy gasped when Jessica did that. 

"Mother! That is wonderful!" 

Then she said nothing else. She just sighed and moaned and moved on the 
ground as the journalist sucked on her clit, as the heat moved down to her 
pussy. 

She could not believe that this was happening to her and the girl especially 
could not believe that she was thinking of her mother as it happened. She 
had never considered her mother before as a lover. But now, since she had 
discovered her mother's leather, she had been giving more and more thought 
to the woman's sexiness, to her softness, to her vulnerability. She yearned 
for her mother and since this woman was also blonde, she thought of this 
woman as her mother when she looked down and saw that soft blonde hair move 
as the female sucked on her clit. In a strange way, she felt that this sexy 
woman was preparing her for her mother, for an experience similar to this 
one that she would share with her mother. And she yearned to share that 
experience. But first, Kristy knew, she would have to learn more about this 
kind of love, more about what to do to a woman. She could not come to her 
mother as a novice. After all, her mother was a movie queen, a star. 

Thinking of her mother's stardom and feeling the heat pound her pussy and 
her clit as the blonde, sexy woman sucked on it, Kristy came. 

She came with a long sigh and a tension in her body as she raised her pussy 
up to the woman so that she would be able to suck on her girlish clit more 
easily. Then she stopped sighing and took a deep breath and relaxed her 
body, as the woman, recognizing the signs that told her that the orgasm was 
over, raised her mouth from the clit and grinned up at the girl. 

"Wow," Kristy said, reaching down for the woman. 

Jessica moved up the girl's body and held her close and kissed her again. 
This time, when her tongue invaded Kristy's mouth, she knew that the girl 
would be able to taste the sweetness of her own pussy on that tongue. 

When the kiss was over. Jessica lay on the ground and held the girl close to 
her. 

"You thought about your mother when I did that to you," the journalist said. 

The girl blushed but said nothing. She turned her eyes away from Jessica's. 
The journalist knew that she would have to reassure the teen-ager that she 
was not sick or perverted. 

"It is all right," she said, putting her hand on Kristy's jaw and pulling 
her face up and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Your mother is a sexy 
woman." 

"You know who my mother is?" the girl asked. 

"Yes," Jessica said softly, "and I would like to meet your mother." 

"Why?" 

"I am a television journalist." 

"Oh." 

"And I would like to interview your mother." 

"I don't know. She doesn't like the press. She wants her privacy. She keeps 
things secret even from me and Jeff and we are her children." 

"I know," Jessica assured her, holding the girl close to her, "but, maybe, 
if you asked her-" 

"Is that why you did this?" the girl suddenly asked. "Is that why you wanted 
to make it with me? So that I would ask my mother to grant you an 
interview?" 

"No," Jessica said, only half-lying, "I made love to you because I thought 
that you were a sexy, young girl and I thought that you would enjoy learning 
about this kind of sex." 

Jessica looked into Kristy's eyes as she said that and she saw the softness, 
the sweetness come back into the girl's eyes when she heard the woman say 
that she was sexy. 

Kristy was thinking that the woman had already taught her a lot and she was 
sure that the woman would teach her even more before the afternoon was over. 
She felt that she owed the woman this favor. 

"All right," she said softly, "I will ask her to grant you an interview." 

"Good." 

And then the females kissed again. The business had been accomplished, the 
agreement made. Now it was time for more lust, more female lust to pass 
between the two sexy bodies. 

And Kristy knew that she wanted to try it, she wanted to do to Jessica what 
the blonde had done for her. She would have to do that in order to make 
herself ready for her mother. The woman rolled onto her back and spread her 
legs as Kristy began to move her way down the blonde's soft body slowly. She 
knew that, when they were done, they would be covered with dirt and sweat. 
They would have to rush into the lake and wash themselves. That is what 
Kristy wanted to do. She wanted another baptism, just like the one that she 
had had with Tim, her first man. She grinned when she thought of that 
baptism and she moved her face down to the blonde's tits. 

As she licked the nipple that seemed to rise up before her eyes, the girl 
thought again of her sexy mother. She wanted to be prepared for her mother. 
She wanted to be prepared for anything that Marsha Billings could come up 
with. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

That afternoon, when Marsha came down from the attic, Jeff was standing at 
the bottom of the steps, waiting to speak to his mother. 

He had been thinking about it all weekend and he knew that he had to ask 
her. He had promised Jessica and that blonde meant a great deal to him. He 
also believed that the interview would be good for his mother too. She 
needed to return to the limelight, where she could be happy. She needed to 
quit guarding her secrets so closely. Marsha saw her son waiting for her and 
looking up at her. She smiled at him, but, when Jeff did not smile back, she 
knew that something was on his mind, something was bothering him. She 
glanced behind her, up to the attic and she wondered if that had something 
to do with her son's troubled look. She knew that Jeff hated that thing in 
the attic. 

"H-H-Have you been up with h-h-h-him?" the boy stammered. 

"Of course," she said. "He is all that is up there." 

"Why d-d-don't you put h-h-h-him away somewhere?" 

She stared at him. He had asked that question several times in the last 
couple of years. Now she gave him the answer that she always gave him, the 
one that did not seem to satisfy him at all. "He is my husband and your 
father," she said softly. 

"He is nothing!" the boy shouted, not stammering at all. "He should be 
forgotten!" 

Marsha was close to her blond son by then. She slapped Jeff hard across the 
face, so hard that the boy fell back and put his hand on his cheek where she 
had hit him. 

"Don't you ever say that about your father!" she yelled. "He was a good man 
and he was a war hero!" 

But then she felt immediately sorry for what she had done to Jeff. She knew 
that, in a way, her son was right. She knew that her husband would never 
recognize her or his children or anyone else in the world. 

It had started when Ted Billings had returned from Vietnam with no legs. He 
had stepped on a mine during his last day in Vietnam and his legs had been 
blown off. But he had been conscious of the outside world then. He had sat 
in his room and cried and talked to Marsha about his ruined life and he had 
asked Marsha to suck his cock so that he could feel something. His wife had 
done that for him, but she worried because he was taking drugs, too many 
drugs. He said that he needed all of that stuff in his veins to give him a 
reason for living and he had taken more and more as the months went by. 
Then, one afternoon, he had just been sitting in his chair. When Marsha came 
in, he did not stir. He stared straight ahead like a man who was dead, 
forever dead. She rushed Ted to the hospital and there she had been told 
that he was as good as dead, that he would probably never notice anything 
again. 

That is when she moved to Massachusetts. She did not want the Hollywood 
reporters to find out that her husband was a vegetable and she knew that she 
would have to spend a great deal of time caring for him. She moved him into 
the attic of their house in Massachusetts and fed him and cleaned him every 
day. Her children did not even want to admit that he was there in the house 
with him. They did not go up to see him. They hated the fact that he was in 
the house with him and they begged their mother to send him away. 

But they did not understand that she could not send him away, that she still 
needed that man that she loved with her, even though he did not recognize 
her, even though he stared blankly ahead of him and shit his pants and 
dribbled food down his chin when she fed him. 

And they did not understand that she needed this secret to keep her warm at 
night. 

But even Marsha realized that there was a certain sickness in her soul, a 
sickness that kept her husband with her. She knew that her son and her 
daughter were right when they said that she should send her husband away and 
she knew that she could not really explain the need that she felt in her 
heart to have that man around the house with her when he was as useless as a 
vegetable to her. 

So, now, she felt sorry about hitting her son. She moved toward Jeff, 
wanting to apologize for hitting him, but the words would not come. Instead, 
she just reached out and put her arms around her handsome, stuttering son. 

But Jeff pulled away from her and glared at her with anger in his eyes. The 
slap was too much for him. It was the final humiliation that came with being 
Marsha Billings' son. 

"You never tell me anything," he found himself saying. "You-you-you-you keep 
secrets from m-m-m-me. You don't c-c-care about me or Kristy. You let Kristy 
become a wh-wh-wh-whore." 

The accusations did not make sense to Jeff, even though he was the one who 
had made them. 

But he could tell by looking in his mother's blue eyes that they made sense 
to her, that they made a deeper sense that told her that she had failed the 
family in some secret way. 

Her eyes clouded with tears and then it was Jeff's turn to feel bad, to move 
to his mother and put his arms around her and hold her as she started to 
cry. He wanted to ask her forgiveness but he could not. He could not speak 
at all. He just held his sexy mother as he cried into his shoulder. 

Marsha knew that he was right. She had kept too many secrets from the boy 
and his sister and she was in some way to blame for the way that her 
daughter was acting with the young men of the town. She looked into her 
son's sad eyes and then she realized that she could regain his love and his 
respect if she would just show him one of her secrets. They were standing in 
the upstairs hallway and Marsha looked down that hallway to the door. She 
knew the leather room was behind that door, that that room was one of her 
guarded secrets. She wanted to show the leather to her son. 

She moved away from her son and took his hand in hers and led him to that 
door. She stopped outside the door and reached into the pocket of the slacks 
that she wore. She pulled out the key to the door and unlocked it. Then she 
opened the door and turned on the light and led her son into the leather 
room. 

Jeff looked around him when he was in there. He could not believe that this 
room existed. It was all black and shining with leather and the smell 
overcame, almost knocked him down. But he liked the aroma too, liked it so 
much that he looked at his mother and smiled. He did not really understand 
why his mother had outfitted a. room in this way, but he could understand 
why a person could be happy surrounded by this leather. He was happy as he 
stood there. He was happy and turned on too. He could feel his cock 
hardening in his trousers. When his cock grew hard, he thought suddenly of 
Jessica and he knew that this was the time to ask his mother to grant the 
blonde woman an interview. 

"Mother," he said, "I-I-l-I know a woman." 

He paused and studied his mother's face. When Marsha smiled at him, he knew 
that he was still safe, that she was happy that he knew a woman. 

"She is a re-re-re-reporter," he added. 

Then the smile faded from Marsha's face. A reporter? She did not like the 
sound of that. 

But Jeff knew that he had to barge on now with the request. He was already 
in trouble with his mother. He would have to just come out right and ask her 
for this favor. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the words that he 
wanted to use. He did not want to stammer now. He did not want to remind his 
mother of his affliction. He wanted her to agree to this request because she 
sensed the power and the male strength in her son. 

"She wants to interview you for television and I think that you should let 
her do it," he said. 

Then he sighed. He had said it. Now he knew that he had to stand there and 
wait for his mother's reaction, whatever it might be. He looked at his 
mother as she stared at him. Her face got red with anger. 

"Is this the woman you fucked the other night?" she asked with a harsh 
voice. 

"W-w-w-hat?" 

"I know you fucked a woman the other night. You came home smelling like a 
fucking cunt." 

Jeff did not say anything at all. He was too shocked, too ashamed to say 
anything. Yet, he was also angry. He did not think that it was any of his 
mother's business if he fucked a woman. After all, Kristy fucked a lot of 
guys and his mother had never scolded Kristy for that. 

"I was happy when you came home happy," Marsha said, "but now that woman 
thinks that she can interview me just because she is willing to fuck my son. 
That is ridiculous." 

Jeff began to look around the leather room again. How could a woman who 
lived in a room such as this one say that anything was ridiculous? He 
wondered that and he sensed that this room had a sexual meaning for his 
mother too. 

"I have a right to my privacy," the woman said with a sneer on her face. 

"What do you do in here?" her son asked. 

"What?" 

"What do you do in here?" 

Jeff was not looking at his mother at that moment. He was looking around the 
room. When Marsha did not answer him right away, he turned and stared at her 
with his blue eyes wide. He was not angry. He was only interested, so 
interested that he would not be denied that special information. Marsha 
sensed that in his eyes. She sensed his strength. 

"What do you do in here?" he asked again, surprised that he did not stammer 
at all. 

And the mother knew that she would have to answer her son and tell him the 
truth. She could not keep secrets from him any longer. He was a man and he 
would not allow it. 

"I dress in leather and masturbate," she said. 

The young man did not say anything for a while. Then he gave his mother an 
order. 

"Show me," he said calmly. 

"What?" 

"Show me how you do it," he said. 

And he did not stammer. He spoke surely because he knew that his mother 
would not be able to deny him. He sensed something growing in him, something 
growing just as his cock was growing in his pants and he knew that that 
something was masculine power. For years there had been no real man in the 
house except for the father, who was a mindless vegetable. Now, Jeff knew, 
he was taking the man's role. His mother would not be able to deny him that. 

"Show me right now," he said. 

Marsha stepped back and glanced at the door. It was still opened. She could 
make a run for it, she thought, but then she realized that that would be 
stupid. This was no criminal in the room with her. This was her own son, the 
child of her womb. She knew that she could not escape him and she sensed 
that she had no right to escape him either. She had been escaping into this 
room for months, escaping her children when they had offered her love and 
companionship, giving up her role as a mother. Now, she knew, she would have 
to show him just how she did it. How she played with herself in leather. 
That way, she thought, in a strange way, she would be able to regain her 
son's love. 

"All right," she said softly. "I will show you how I do it." 

She moved to the center of the leather room and looked at her son, She saw 
the bulge in his pants and she knew what that bulge meant. But she could no 
longer deny her son's masculinity. She had to let him feel masculine, even 
if it meant subjecting herself to this ordeal. She began to unbutton her 
blouse and she turned away from her son and started to strip. 

She closed her eyes and one vision came to her mind, one story that she 
remembered from the good old days when she had been a brand new mother and a 
loving wife to her soldier husband, before she had become a movie star. 

She and Ted had gone to a party and had taken Jeff along when he was just a 
little baby. During the night, she had to change him and she went into the 
bathroom where another young mother was changing the diapers on another baby 
boy. When Marsha took Jeff's diaper off him, the other young woman had 
stared at the baby and had gasped. When Marsha turned and asked what was the 
matter, the young woman had pointed to Jeff's penis. 

"I think that there is something wrong with that baby," the young woman had 
said. "I think that his thing there is inflamed or something." 

"What?" Marsha had asked nervously. 

"Well, look. See how much bigger his is than my Jimmy's." 

Marsha studied both of them and she recognized that Jeff's penis was much 
larger than the other baby's. The next day the worried mother had taken her 
infant son to the doctor and he had laughed and said that her son was just 
well-hung. 

"He is going to be quite a ladies' man when he grows up," the doctor had 
said, grinning at the young mother and putting her fears to rest. 

As Marsha took off her clothes, she remembered that incident. She had 
laughed about it before with Ted and with their friends but she had never 
told Jeff about it. And now she did not want to laugh. She felt a certain 
thrill come to her, the kind of thrill that should not come to a mother when 
she thought about her own son. But it was there and she could not deny it. 
It was there and she was naked in front of her own son, preparing to show 
him just what she did in that leather room. 

She had her back turned to Jeff, but the young man studied the still firm 
buttocks of his sexy mother. He watched the womanly muscles of her back and 
he liked the way that her skin looked, white and a little damp as if she had 
just gotten out of a bath. 

The woman kept her back turned to the young man as he reached out and put on 
the black leather bra and fastened it around her. Then she went to another 
side of the room and picked up the leather boots and slipped them onto her 
feet. They came up to her knees and were soft and warm on her. Then she 
picked up the leather rod and she knew that she would have to turn around 
and face her son then. She knew that she owed the boy this much. 

Marsha turned quickly, before she lost her nerve and she spoke softly to her 
son. 

"I rub this leather thing over my clit and then I stick it in me and fuck it 
as if it were a cock. That is how I get my pleasure these days." 

"You come that way?" 

"Yes." she murmured. 

"Why don't you just take a lover, a man?" 

"I don't know," the woman said truthfully. "It is just that leather is 
better. 1 like the strength that leather gives me. Sometimes I think about 
myself in leather and I think that I can control the world when I wear it." 

The young man stepped toward his mother and reached out and ran his hand 
over the black leather bra, feeling the leather and his mother's firm tits 
at the same time. 

"I think I understand," he said. 

"Do you want me to show you more, Jeff?" she asked. "Do you want me to show 
you how I do it, how I jab the thing into me?" 

"No," he said softly, his mouth open and his eyes staring deep into his 
mother's eyes. 

He could not resist it. He did not want her to show him anything because he 
wanted to show her something. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. 
He ran his hands up onto her shoulders and pulled his mother to him and 
kissed her on the mouth. 

At first, she struggled a bit, thinking that this was not right, that this 
was her own son, but then she realized that she wanted it just as much as he 
did. It had been so long since she had had a man. 

And she had to admit it: her son was a man now and he would be her man, the 
special man in her life-at least for this afternoon. 

She put her arms around him and held her body close to his. Jeff felt her 
leather-bound tits move against his shirt as she kissed his face. She kissed 
him with passion even as she murmured to him that "this is not right, Jeff. 
It is not right at all." 

But, to both of them, this feeling that they shared at this moment seemed to 
be the most right thing that they had ever done. 

Jeff held his mother to him and kissed her damp face and then he move away 
from her, broke from her hold. He smiled at her and he spoke again without 
stammering. 

"I want you, Mother. I want to mean more to you that that leather rod does." 

She did not speak to him. She just stood there and smiled and let him know 
that, somewhere in her heart, she wanted the same thing. She watched with 
lustful anticipation as her son's fingers moved to his shirt, as he started 
to unbutton the shirt and bare his hairless chest to her. 

He was so blond, she thought and so boyish and yet so manly too. Like the 
leather, her son was a series of contradictions, confusions that added to 
the lustful confusion in her head. But she could not deny him. She had to do 
what he said and she wanted to find out if her son had truly become a 
ladies' man, a stud. She ran her eyes down his body as he took his clothes 
off. He slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his socks and threw all of 
his garments into the corner of the leather room. Then he pushed his jeans 
down and stood there for a moment in only his shorts, his briefs. Marsha 
studied that huge bulge in his shorts and then grinned at him. She wanted to 
see his cock in all of its full, masculine power. She wanted to see her son 
naked because she wanted him to use that cock in her. 

She wondered quickly just how long this strange lust had been with her, how 
long she had had these ideas about her son. She did not remember them, but 
she somehow felt that these ideas had played a part, a secret part, in her 
life for years. Perhaps she had thought about things such as these when she 
had masturbated with the leather and had just not admitted it to herself. 
She only knew that she was thinking about this right now and she felt warm 
with the leather and thoughts of her son's big cock running through her 
blonde head. She nodded her head to him and Jeff nodded his head. 

Then he pushed his shorts down. 

The doctor had been right. 

The prick that jumped out at Marsha, her son's prick, was full and meaty and 
long. It was the cock of a stud and Marsha looked from the cock to her son's 
eyes and smiled at him again. When she had smiled, had given him her 
approval, Jeff pushed the shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. Then 
he stood before his beautiful mother naked and spread his legs so that his 
cock and balls could move without interference. 

Marsha dropped the leather rod onto the leather floor. She would not need it 
any longer. She had her son now. 

She no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong, what was 
perverted and what was moral. She just knew that the lust that was sweeping 
through her body at that moment as she stood in leather before her naked son 
was a kind of lust that she had never felt before, a strange and 
overpowering lust, just as her son was overpowering her feminity with his 
masculine nature. 

The leathered blonde moved toward her son and dropped on her knees before 
him and touched his cock with her trembling hand. After that first touch, 
the nervousness went out of her head and in its place was only lust, hot 
lust that thrilled her and urged her on in her movements. She curled her 
fingers around the cock and studied it as she stroked it, moving the skin 
back and forth on the rod. Then she opened her mouth and took that prick, 
her own son's huge organ, into her lips and started to suck on it. 

Jeff looked down on her as she sucked and knew that this was what he had 
always wanted from his mother. This was just like the vision that he had had 
a few days before with Jessica. The leather-bound, blonde mother was 
worshipping his cock, sucking on it, taking it into her and making it hard 
with her own lips and her sexy tongue. Marsha moved her mouth off the cock 
and kissed the pink tip of the blood-swollen member. She licked the piss 
slit at the end of her son's organ and then she lifted the male flesh and 
licked the area under the cock, rubbing her mouth and tongue back to the 
balls that belonged to her own son. 

She was working on Jeff with determined pleasure, listening to some inner 
voice in her motherly spirit, listening to the voice that answered to his 
dominant masculinity. She was really getting into this. She was so involved 
in what she was doing to Jeff that she did not notice the girl who stood by 
the open door. Jeff did not notice her either. He was concentrating on his 
mother's blonde head and on the feeling that her soft lips were giving him 
as they worked on his prick. 

And the girl in the door made no sound. She just started with startled 
amazement and the beginnings of lust in her own body. 

She had just finished with Jessica, had just come home from a nice little 
bout with another woman, but the sight of her mother in leather sucking her 
brother's prick was turning her on again, making her want to join them, 
making her want to form a family circle with her lust. 

And she figured that she would join them. 

"Why not?" she whispered to herself. 

She reached behind her and loosened the halter-top and pulled it off her 
girlish tits. 

And she smiled at the action that the other members of her sexy family were 
getting into. 

Marsha did not notice the girl until she felt the movement behind her, the 
soft tits as the girl moved against her back and put her loving arms her 
mother and massaged Marsha's breasts. Then the blonde mother took her mouth 
off her son's prick for just a moment and glanced back to see her daughter. 
Kristy was kissing her neck and playing with her tits. Marsha could feel her 
cunt fill up with juices and she figured that it was only natural that her 
daughter would want to join in. After all, Kristy was a member of the family 
too. 

Then Marsha turned her attention back to the cock and sacked on it with 
delight. She knew that her son would be hard in just a moment and she knew 
that he would use that cock on her pussy, on her juicy, sexy pussy. 

Jeff knew that he was ready. He gently pushed his mother's head back from 
his prick and she let it go. Kristy was having fun moving against the 
leather that her mother wore, but she sensed that something was changing, 
that something better was about to happen. That is when she moved away from 
her mother's back and let the leathered blonde lie down on the leather 
floor. 

Marsha spread her legs and looked up at her son and her daughter. 

"Jeff," she said, "fuck my pussy. Kristy, you play with my tits while your 
brother fucks me." 

Kristy was the first one to move toward her mother. She put her hands on the 
tit leather bra and squeezed the leather and the tits that the bra held. 
Marsha moaned when her daughter did that and spread her legs even wider. 

The teen-aged girl whispered to her mother, wanting her to know everything 
now that this special thing was happening between them. 

"Jeff is a good fuck," she said. "I know, because I fucked him yesterday 
morning." 

And those words from Kristy's lips made Marsha's pussy pulsate with desire. 
Her daughter had fucked her son. It was time that she fucked him too, that 
she completed the family circle that would not be unbroken by anything that 
happened in the future. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman moaned. "Fuck me like you fucked your sister." 

Jeff moved onto his knees and slipped between his mother's outstretched 
legs. The leather felt good on his knees and he ran his fingers quickly down 
the leather of the mother's boots. That felt good too. The aroma came to him 
and got him even harder. It was that wonderful mixed aroma of leather and 
cunt juice and it drove him on as he lifted his mother's hips and aimed his 
cock at her opened, sexy pussy. 

"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman said again, almost begging him this time. 

And that is all that he needed, those begging words. He banged his cock into 
his mother's pussy with a strong, masculine force as his little sister 
continued to play with his mother's tits and the leather that held them. 

As Jeff started to fuck Marsha, Kristy leaned down and licked that firm 
leather bra and ran her tongue up from the leather until she was licking her 
mother's face. She ran her tongue around her mother's parted lips, giving 
her mother the kind of thrill that the blonde woman journalist had given her 
not so long before. And it did thrill Marsha. Kristy could tell. The woman 
jerked and moved in spasms as she readied for her daughter's head and pulled 
Kristy close to her and kissed her mouth with a long and lingering, sexy 
kiss. Their mouths opened and Kristy tasted the sweetness that was inside 
her mother. 

While Kristy did that, thrilled her mother that way, Jeff fucked her and 
looked at his sister's fine, rounded butt. As Kristy kissed her mother, she 
spread her legs a little bit and Jeff could see the little pussy there, the 
sweet hole that was open for him. He moved his finger around the lips of 
that hole and Kristy took time off from kissing and licking her mother to 
turn back and grin at her sexy, stud brother. Jeff grinned back and moved 
his finger into his sister's well-fucked, wet, young cunt. 

But he kept fucking his mother too. Even as he fingered Kristy, he knew that 
Marsha was the most important member of this trio at this moment. It was his 
mother's pleasure that he concentrated on, because he wanted to make the 
woman happy. She wanted to be her special man. 

He held his mother's hips up and fucked her pussy while she moved with him, 
against him, fucking him back. 

"Oh, Mother," he moaned. 

"Oh," the blonde sighed as her daughter kissed her face and her son fucked 
her pussy, "oh, my children, all my children." 

Jeff slapped his cock deep into his mother's pussy and held it there and 
moved his hips so that he was battering her insides. She tensed her body and 
moved with him and sighed as her children worked on her. 

The boy knew that his mother would be coming very soon, that she was going 
to get a special thrill from this fucking. He also knew that this was going 
to be the start of a new family relationship, the kind of relationship that 
would draw him and his sister and his mother ever closer. 

And then his mother squealed with an animal sound and Jeff moved his cock 
deep into her pussy and held it there so that she could come all over around 
his prick. Kristy continued to lick and kiss the woman and feel her tits as 
the orgasm rushed through Marsha. 

They could read their mothers body, their mother's emotions very well. After 
all, she was their mother. 

When she began to relax, when her orgasm was finished, Jeff slowly pulled 
his still swollen cock out of her pussy and Kristy moved away from her 
mother's body and lay on her back on the floor. She looked at her brother's 
hard-on and grinned at him. 

With vision that was blurred by spent lust, Marsha looked at her son and her 
daughter as if they were figures in a dream, in a mist. She smiled at both 
of them. She saw Jeff's erect cock and she saw her daughter's opened legs 
and she remembered what Kristy had said to her, that she had fucked Jeff 
just the day before. 

And she knew what was in their minds right now. 

Why not? she thought. Why would that be any kinkier than fucking his own 
mother? 

She touched her daughter's little tits with her hand and smiled at Kristy. 

"Go ahead," she said. "Finish Jeff off with that wild, young pussy of 
yours." 

"Then we will make it, Mother," Kristy suggested. 

"All right," Marsha agreed. "Then we will make it." 

"And the interview?" Jeff asked, not stammering at all. 

"I will give that woman the interview she desires," the mother said. "It is 
the least that I can do for her. And I will move your father into a hospital 
where he can get good care. I know that I have to do that. And I don't 
really need him around any longer because I have both of you to keep me 
warm. And we will move back to Hollywood and I will tell everyone my secrets 
and make movies again." 

Kristy seemed perplexed by that last part. 

"All of your secrets, Mother?" the girl asked. "Even about us?" 

Her mother smiled and kissed her daughter's sexy mouth. 

"Well, not all of my new secrets. I don't think that the reporters would 
understand everything." 

Then Marsha moved away from her daughter and looked at her son. She pointed 
to Kristy's pussy. 

"Go ahead, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the living shit out of her." 

"Yes, Jeff," the sister said, "fuck the living shit out of my pussy. Batter 
my cunt with that great cock of yours." 

"All right," Jeff said softly. 

As the blond brother moved to his darker sister, he suddenly realized that 
he was not stammering and he felt that this experience with his mother, that 
all of this truth that his family had shared, had cured him. It had been a 
miracle. 

A miracle of love. 

A miracle of lust. 

A miracle of incestuous sex. 

He moved to his sister as Kristy spread her legs wide and pushed his cock 
deep into her pussy. When he heard his little sister gasp in her sexy way, 
he knew that he was really a man and that he would never stammer or stutter 
ever again. 

And Marsha looked at her son and her daughter as they started to fuck and 
thought that they were beautiful together in this way. 

She knew that some people would call her family sick, but she also knew that 
this afternoon had saved her family, had saved her, had given them a new 
life together and a new togetherness that they had never had before. 

She sighed and thought about the life to come, the life in Hollywood, the 
good things that she would be able to share with her son and her daughter, 
the kind of mother that she would be. 

She would be the best fucking mother in Hollywood, she determined, the best 
fucking mother in the whole, fucking world. 

 EPILOGUE 

"Oh, my god!" 

Jessica lay on the bed naked and felt the passion run through her as the 
blonde woman sucked on her clit. She would never have-believed it, she 
thought. She would never have thought that she would be lying here, letting 
this happen to her, knowing that the woman who gave her the orgasm that was 
coursing through her system at that moment was none other than a famous 
movie sex queen. 

And Marsha sucked passionately on that throbbing little clit that filled her 
mouth and her throat with soothing juices. She wanted this woman to come and 
she knew that she was coming at that very moment. 

Jessica lifted her legs off the bed and her body churned with ecstasy as the 
orgasm shot quickly through her. She bucked against Marsha's sexy, soft face 
and moaned and squeezed her own tits with her hands. But Marsha held on, 
even as the woman moved with orgasmic power on the bed. She held on and 
sucked that clit until the orgasm was over, until Jessica was relaxed and 
happy and peaceful. 

Then the movie star looked up and grinned at her. 

"Hell of a way to start an interview, isn't it?" Marsha said with a grin on 
her wet mouth. 

"The best way," Jessica said softly, still filled with passion as she looked 
down on the naked, blonde movie queen. 

But Marsha felt that she owed this to this woman. This woman had fucked her 
son and her daughter and had opened up the family to new thrills and new 
love. Marsha owed Jessica more than just an interview when she realized 
that. 

After she had let the journalist rest for a few minutes, the movie queen 
jumped off the bed and held out her hand to the woman. 

"Come with me," she said with a grin, "and see something that will 
definitely be off the record." 

Jessica did not know what it could be, but she was game for anything. This 
woman was so sexy, she thought. 

The two blondes kissed with a peck before they left the bedroom. They held 
hands as Marsha led Jessica down the hallway to her secret, leather room. 

This was going to be the greatest interview ever given, the movie star 
thought, an interview that this journalist would remember forever. 


 THE END
