BH-6524  Teacher's Student Studs
(Paula Dennison)


INTRODUCTION 

Today's children are growing up much faster, and learning the facts of life 
at a much earlier age, than their parents did only a generation ago. This is 
so obvious that few people would deny it-which is fortunate, because denying 
it could well be the equivalent of inviting disaster. 

The lowering of the voting age is only one of the inevitable results we have 
seen recently. It would not be rash to predict that the vote may be given to 
even younger people at some time in the future. Right now, not only 
teenagers but even ten-year-olds debate politics with their parents. In some 
cases, they discuss sex with them, too. 

And it is not only a matter of just asking where babies come from; the 
"kids" want the full details, not vague generalities. 

Many schools now offer classes in sex education. Naturally, these classes 
will vary in quality, but the important thing is that the initial 
breakthrough has been made; better teaching materials and more competent 
teachers will follow. And it is of course debatable whether sex education is 
a cause of the youngsters' faster growing up or a necessary result of this 
development. It seems likely that youth is being given sex education in the 
schools now because it is so obvious they need it at the earliest possible 
age, rather than that they are maturing earlier because some radically 
progressive educator had the bright idea of teaching them the truth about 
the birds and the bees. 

Sex Cruise is, in a very real sense, about sex education-but it is not about 
the kind of sex education that takes place in the classroom. On the 
contrary, the three daughters of Jane Spicer, the young widow of the story, 
get as practical an education as could possibly be. 

This is Paula Dennison's first novel. As readers of other Brandon Books are 
probably aware, many of the novels we publish are commissioned; that is, 
when we have decided on a particular theme for a novel we want to publish, 
we assign it to the writer we consider best qualified to handle it. Ms. 
Dennison's manuscript came to us in the mail, unsolicited. It would be 
pleasant to say that our first readers raved over it. As it happened, 
however, one of the assistant editors who considered it first praised it 
enthusiastically; another thought it was "well done, but not really a 
Brandon book." Naturally, this reaction aroused the curiosity of the senior 
editors. They read it with eager but unusually critical eyes, and- as you 
can see-decided to publish it immediately. 

Perhaps the reason the first readers disagreed is that Sex Cruise is in 
large part autobiographical. As a result, portions of it are unquestionably 
extremely graphic, with details that not only ring true but hit home with a 
precision that couldn't be achieved by the unaided imagination. This is 
definitely an earthy, realistic book, and one that we do not wish to 
recommend to the squeamish. We are confident, however, that the objective 
reader who is not easily shocked will consider it a minor masterpiece. 

As indicated, Paula Dennison is herself a young widow with daughters to 
support and educate. She has transmuted her own experiences into the story 
of Jane Spicer, who has a dual problem. Jane is a normal woman, with 
perfectly healthy sexual desires. Although she may have recovered from her 
sorrow over her husband's death, she still needs love: physical love as well 
as tender affection. She is still attractive enough to be able to find that 
love, but how can she carry on a romance when three pairs of young eyes are 
watching her almost constantly? That is one part of the problem; the other 
is her increasing awareness that her daughters are rapidly developing into 
the full bloom of womanhood, and will very soon be seeking the physical love 
of healthy young males in addition to the tender affection which she as 
their mother is able to supply them. 

Jane's dilemma is very real and very pressing. There is no solution that 
will provide complete satisfaction for everyone involved, for there are 
bound to be tensions, jealousies, and perhaps even physical danger before 
the conflicts are resolved. But since Paula Dennison has been able to solve 
similar problems in real life, she is ideally equipped to present a 
satisfactory solution in fiction. 

Needless to say, we are publishing Sex Cruise in full confidence that it 
will meet an enthusiastic reception from mature readers and critics. As a 
pleasant byproduct, it is nice to know that Ms. Dennison's income as a 
writer will enable her to avoid at least her more vexing financial problems 
in the future. We at Brandon Books are happy to have been part of her birth 
as a writer and her rebirth as a human being. We look forward to publishing 
many more novels by Paula Dennison in the future. 

THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

Sunday mornings were usually slow and easy in the shady patio of the Spicer 
family's suburban home. Today was different. Jerri, the eldest daughter, was 
home fresh from her first year of college. And as far as her mother was 
concerned, the girl had acquired a few new habits that were far too wild. 

"But Mom," she argued, "you don't understand. It's not a matter of trying to 
show off how Pm built or anything. It's just the style now. There isn't a 
girl in my class that wears a bra anymore. And besides, it's more natural." 

Jane Spicer looked across the breezeway to where Jerri sat with her long 
legs draped carelessly over the arm of the lawn chair. The front of her thin 
cotton tee-shirt sheathed her breasts so tightly it was quite obvious there 
was no brassiere underneath. Her nipples were outlined so distinctly it was 
ridiculous. 

"Now Jerri, you know I've never been downright prudish. You have to admit 
I've never been as hard on you girls about things like that as some mothers. 
But really, dear, you might as well be naked as to let yourself flop around 
like that." 

"Flop around?" cried Jerri. "Mom, I do, not 'flop around.' I won't have to 
worry about that for a few years." 

Her tone was icy and Jane knew that she had piqued the justifiable pride 
Jerri had about her firm young shape. She smiled and conceded her 
exaggeration. 

"Okay," she relented, "I won't nag you about it. You're nineteen now. I 
guess you're old enough to make your own decisions about something that 
personal. I just hope Karen and Kathie don't get any bright ideas about it 
from seeing you around the house and want to do the same thing. You know how 
impressionable they are at their age. And you know how they both look up to 
their 'big sis' as being somebody pretty special." 

Jerri laughed and, swung her legs off the chair. Her long black hair 
cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she straightened her back. 

"Are you kidding?" she chortled. "Neither one of them is old enough to worry 
whether to wear a bra or not. Gosh, Mom, Karen's only thirteen and Kathie's 
just ten. What makes you think they give a darn whether I wear a bra or 
not?" 

"But it's the idea of the thing, Jerri," said Jane. "And for your 
information, Karen started wearing a training bra right after you left for 
school last fall and she's already moved up to the next size. If you hadn't 
been in such a hurry to leave on your date last night when you got here from 
school, you'd have noticed how much she's grown since you've been away." 

Jerri sat down by her mother. "You know, Mom, you really ought to quit 
wearing bras yourself. The way you're built, you don't look like you need 
one. Nobody'd ever guess you're thirty-seven. And you know how everybody's 
always asking if we're sisters. Not one of my friends at school has a mom as 
young-looking as you." 

Jane beamed under her daughter's praise. She couldn't help being proud of 
the fact that at her age she was youthful-looking enough to elicit such a 
comment from Jerri. She told her that she'd gone along with mini skirts, 
boots, and most other fashions, but that going without a bra was too far. 
Jane knew full well that her large, firmly fleshed breasts were as 
attractive as those of women several years younger but she was so accustomed 
to wearing a brassiere it was too late for her to change. Or so she thought, 
at the time. 

Jerri asked when she had last gone out with anyone. She knew her mother was 
a very good-looking woman and hated to see her sitting around the house 
pining for something to do. 

"How can you even think such a thing," Jane answered, a little abruptly. 
"You know your daddy's not been gone a year yet. It wouldn't be right for me 
to be running around so soon." 

Jerri said it wasn't the medieval ages anymore and no one expected a woman 
to be so strict on herself nowadays. It was what her father would have 
wanted, anyway, she told her mother. There wasn't a thing in the world wrong 
with her beginning to start a new social life for herself. 

Jane didn't answer right away and Jerri knew she had at least made her 
think. But just then Karen and Kathie came running out to ask if they could 
go play in the park. After being granted permission, they tore out the door 
and hopped on their bicycles. Jerri noticed, as Karen dashed past her, that 
her mother had been right about her growing a lot. The young teenager's 
budding breasts were definitely beyond the stage where hers had been when 
she was thirteen. The kid was going to have an awfully nice pair of tits 
when she grew up, Jerri mused. It made her wonder whether Karen's interest 
in boys was as developed as her breasts were. 

Jane busied herself in the kitchen and left Jerri alone in the patio. She 
couldn't help thinking about what her daughter had said. Was it possible 
that she was being old-fashioned about avoiding men now that her husband had 
died? A flush of color passed through her face. It was more than just his 
presence she missed now that he was gone-it was something far more specific, 
whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not. The thing she missed more 
and more as the days went on was the touch of a man's hands on the nakedness 
of her body. She had taken his love for granted for so many years that she 
now found herself aching for it. Alone at night in her bed, with the covers 
over her lush, curvaceous body, she was becoming downright hungry for a 
man's love. And there had been dreams so stimulating to her that she was 
ashamed even to recall them, much less to dwell on them in any detail. At 
first Jane's late husband had figured in the dreams, but after a few months 
other men began to appear there ... invariably in the role of lover. There 
had been the one about the faceless, hard-muscled man who stripped her 
nightgown off and stood staring down at her nakedness with his hardened 
organ jutting from the fly of his pants before- 

A saucer slipped from Jane's hands where she was washing dishes and crashed 
to the tile floor. She kneeled, muttering, and picked up the pieces. She 
really must keep her mind from wandering back to such scenes. 

The noise of the dishwasher kept her from hearing the knock of Jerri's 
boyfriend on the back door. When he caught sight of Jane on her knees he 
quit knocking and just stared. Rodney had been informed by Jerri that her 
mother happened to be an especially good-looking woman, but he hadn't 
expected anything like this! 

Jane's back was to the door and he had a clear view up the back of her short 
skirt. She had dressed with typical Sunday-morning informality and wasn't 
even wearing stockings or panty hose. Rodney could see the naked flesh of 
her firm legs all the way up her thighs to a point that had to be only a few 
inches below her panties, he thought. Wow! Maybe if he cooled it for a few 
minutes and she stayed on her knees long enough ... 

Her motions as she swept up the last few bits of glass turned her body 
sideways, depriving him of any further view up her legs. Her new side angle, 
however, provided more than he had anticipated. Just as he was frowning at 
the disappearance of her naked legs, her torso shifted into view and he was 
treated to a quick but satisfying shot of a plump breast. No wonder Jerri 
had such fine tits, he thought. Any daughter of a mother with jugs on her 
like that would have to be pretty well endowed. The most striking difference 
between the two was their hair. Although Jerri's long hair was black as 
coal, the woman on her knees had tresses of a dark blonde color. He realized 
she might turn around at any moment arid see him gawking so he started 
knocking again. 

This time she heard him and jerked her head up in surprise. She wiped her 
wet hands on her apron and started to let him in, but Jerri sailed into the 
kitchen and beat her to the door. Jane thought the dark-haired boy seemed 
more than a little nervous when Jerri introduced him but she had no idea it 
was because he had been sneakily looking up her skirt and inside her 
carelessly buttoned blouse while she was on the floor. 

She followed Jerri back to her room while she quickly changed clothes and 
asked for more details. Rodney was twenty-one, a junior at her college, a 
member of the track team, and was from a town in Indiana, she learned. She 
watched while her daughter snapped the waistband of her panty hose, testing 
the fit, and stepped into a little dress that covered far less skin than 
Jane wished. True, it was summer. But this flimsy little one-piece dress 
looked as if it would blow right off her body in the first gust of breeze. A 
look at the firm, willowy curves of Jerri's body convinced her that the girl 
was getting more and more womanly every day. All of her daughters were 
good-looking girls, but Jerri, being the eldest, naturally sported a body 
that most resembled Jane's. And Jane knew well the feelings that could be 
aroused from such a body-even if it had been ages since she herself had had 
it happen. She knew better than to warn Jerri to be careful on her date. She 
had done that all through high school but now the girl was too old to stand 
for such comments. 

She watched them walk toward Rodney's car and saw his arm go around Jerri's 
waist. Then, to Jane's consternation, she looked on as he let his hand 
travel downward and all too playfully caress her buttock through her 
clothes. It was obvious to Jane it wasn't the first time he had bestowed 
such a touch on her daughter's rear and she wondered just how much more had 
gone on between them at school. 

Just as they drove away, the phone rang. It was a man's voice, deep and a 
little gruff. "Hi, honey," he cockily said. "Who is this? Never mind, I 
know. You're Jane Spicer, right, baby? Your old man's been dead for a year 
now and I bet you're just dying to have a nice, big old prick inside your 
panties, ain't you?" 

She was aghast. Before she could get her wits about her and either demand to 
know who he was and what he thought he was doing or slam down the receiver, 
he growled, "How'd you like to lie down right now and strip yourself to that 
hot gash of yours? I've got something in my hand right now I know you'd just 
love to have fuck the shit out of that wet, hairy cunt of yours!" 

Jane crashed the phone down and felt herself grow red in the face. 

First she was plain scared, then she was angry. Who in the world could it 
possibly have been, and how did he know her name? She had never heard the 
voice in her life but he seemed to know plenty about her. Not only her 
telephone number, which was bad enough in itself, but also her name and the 
circumstances of her late husband's death. And the things he had said to 
her! 

She had heard about things like this happening to women but it never had to 
her before. My God, what if little Karen or Kathie had been the one who 
answered the phone? Would the creep have poured out the same kind of filth 
into their young, innocent ears, Jane wondered? She walked around the room 
fretting for a few minutes and then it finally occurred to her to call the 
police. They were amazingly unresponsive. The desk sergeant told her it 
happened all the time and there was no way to trace the call unless they had 
advance warning. He asked her exactly what was said and Jane was too 
embarrassed to repeat it. She got red in the face and stammered that the 
things the man had said were too perverted to talk about. 

"It was probably just some nut that got your number out of the book, lady," 
he glibly told her. "It'll probably never happen again." 

It infuriated her that the policeman was ignoring the other details of the 
call-the personal things the caller had referred to that no stranger could 
possibly know. She gave up and hung up the phone. 

The phone rang again and startled her out of her wits. She answered it 
frantically, sounding like an idiot, but it wasn't the deep gruff voice she 
half expected at all. It was only Harry, her husband's former business 
partner. There were still a few routine details to clear up about their 
mutual business interests, he told her. Could she meet him for dinner? A few 
times before Harry had asked her to come down to the office but nothing like 
this before. She knew he was a married man even though she had never become 
well acquainted with his wife. 

"Well, I-" she began. 

"Come on, Jane," he said. "It'll do you good to get out of the house." 

It bothered her a little that he was obviously referring to her stay-at-home 
ways now that her husband was gone. She didn't really know why. Reluctantly 
she agreed to meet him after asking as unobtrusively as possible whether his 
wife would be joining them, and he had said she would. 

The girls came dashing into the house on their way back from the park. They 
were squealing and yammering about some boy. 

"You should have seen Karen's face when Wilbur rode by on his bike and waved 
at her. Boy, she got red as a beet. Ha ha. She really likes him but she 
won't admit it!" teased young Kathie, her blonde pigtails flying. 

"I do not,' fumed her older sister. "He's just a boy in my class at school, 
that's all. All I did was wave back." 

Jane smiled at her two young daughters. She thought it was cute that Karen, 
now at thirteen, was becoming interested in boys. And ten-year-old Kathie 
was just the right age to be at her about it all the time. Her elder 
daughter's proud young breasts pooched self-consciously underneath the top 
she wore and Jane saw that it clung damply to her torso everywhere except 
over her brassiere. 

"You've both been playing awfully hard. Look at how sweaty you are, Karen. 
Both of you go take a shower," she told them. 

Kathie was still teasing Karen about Wilbur but as they went up the stairs 
Jane heard the older girl say, "Oh, be quiet, Kathie. You're just jealous 
'cause you don't even have anything yet to make a boy look at you." 

Jane saw her jut out her small breasts as they reached the top landing and 
saw Kathie stick her tongue out and made a face at her older sister in 
response. 

After dinner she told them she was going out and started to call the sitter 
for them. They wanted to know why Jerri couldn't stay with them and Jane 
explained that Jerri was old enough to have a life of her own and was out 
with a boyfriend. They were so insistent about not having the sitter called 
that Jane finally gave in and told them they could stay home alone if they'd 
both be good. 

She went to her bedroom and started getting dressed. The mirror would have 
pleased her if she had been uninhibited enough to admire what it reflected. 
As the clothes came off her still-slender frame, the woman's nakedness 
revealed a finely turned rear end that jutted provocatively below the curve 
of her waist. Inside the front of the panties that stretched tartly over 
buttocks, between her long legs, hid a thick, damp mat of brownish-blonde 
curls. Above, gently and heavily bobbing under their own weight, the lush 
mounds of her breasts swelled to twin peaks. Jane was no teenager anymore. 
Not by a long shot. There was a trace of extra padding at her thighs and her 
breasts perhaps lacked the tight-as-a-drum perfection of those of Jerri. But 
to have lived thirty-seven years and to have have given birth to three 
daughters, she was an unquestionably good-looking woman. She stood out among 
friends her own age like a pearl in a pea pod. 

On went the sheer panty hose, the flouncy yet sedate half-slip and a few 
quick sprays of cologne to pervade her secret regions with a clean, aromatic 
scent. She paused as she drew the straps of her brassiere over her shoulders 
and smiled to herself at what Jerri had said about going without a bra. It 
was true, she saw to her pleasure, that she could have easily done without 
the support of a bra. Of course the twin swellings of her prominent breasts 
would undoubtedly shift and sway under her blouse-but barely more than 
Jerri's did. She stopped herself. What a silly thing to be thinking! If she 
wasn't careful, she might find herself adopting some of the far-out ideas of 
her daughter about how a woman should dress. Or about how she should 
undress, rather, she chuckled to herself. The way Jerri ran around in her 
thin long dresses with no bra underneath and her form-fitting mini skirts 
with her groin covered only by the skimpiest excuse for panties, was more 
like being undressed than dressed. 

When the doorbell rang she let Harry in and ran to get her purse. Kathie and 
Karen were in the living room watching television. Harry walked past Kathie 
and patted her on the head, but when he got to where Karen was sitting he 
was a little more attentive. 

"How you doing, honey?" he asked with considerable interest. "Haven't seen 
you for a few months. You're really growing up fast, aren't you? What are 
you watching there on TV?" 

As he spoke he patted her on the head as he had done Kathie but he went one 
step further. He ran his hand down her smooth blonde hair and instead of 
walking on past, he lowered himself beside her and allowed his hand to 
continue over her round young shoulder to the tender area of her ribs. For a 
fleeting instant the teenager felt his fingers actually graze the base of 
her breast where the cup of her small bra was stitched to the strap. The 
touch was ended almost before it began, but his intention was BO secret to 
the girl. It was obvious that he wanted to get a feel of her titty even 
though he tried to make his action appear as something far less than it was. 

She answered him distractedly and kept watching the screen. By the time Jane 
returned with her purse he was already up and ready to guide her out the 
front door. Jane suddenly stopped and yelled back, "Girls, listen, don't 
answer the phone tonight if anybody calls while I'm gone. I meant to tell 
you that earlier, Be sure, now, you hear? It would just be someone calling 
for me and there's no use of you answering it if I'm not here." 

The memory of the obscene caller loomed in her mind and she was afraid he 
might call back-in spite of what the police had said-and spew his filthy 
talk into the ears of one of her innocent daughters. She would just die if 
Kathie or Karen were to be exposed to such language. The girls promised to 
do as she said but they were very puzzled. She had never warned them before 
against answering the phone when she was gone from the house. 

When the door slammed behind them, Kathie could hardly contain herself. "I 
saw him. I saw what he did to you, Karen," she exclaimed. "I saw him feel 
you up after he patted you on the head. I'm going to tell Mom when she gets 
home. I bet you wanted him to do that, didn't you? Miss Tease! Miss Tease!" 

"Oh Kathie, darn it, I did not. What would I like about that old bastard? 
He's way too old, silly. Besides, he just barely touched me there. You 
better not tell Mom-you're just jealous because you don't have any ninnies 
on your chest!" she yelled. 

"I am not! I don't care about your old ninnies. They don't make you any 
prettier. You think you're something special just because you finally 
started growing a pair. Judy Lee Smithers had same way before you did, and 
she's your very same age, too!" retorted the younger girl. 

But it was apparent that Karen's comment had hit home. The truth was that 
Kathie was so precocious at the tender age of ten that she simply couldn't 
wait until she developed the coveted signs of womanhood on her own smooth, 
flat little chest. 

"If you tell, I won't let you sit on my bed and watch that window across the 
street anymore. You know how good you can see that man and woman from my 
window-you can't see nothing from where your bed is. You better not tell!" 
threatened Karen. 

There was a lot Jane didn't know about what her two young daughters did at 
night in their bedroom. She would have blistered their bottoms thoroughly if 
she had any idea they often spied from their high window down into the house 
of a neighbor. So far they had only succeeded in seeing a man and woman take 
off their clothes a few times but they had great hopes of getting to see 
more. Karen knew that Kathie was every bit as interested in peeking as she 
was, if not more. If worked. Kathie agreed to not blab about what she'd seen 
Harry do with his hand to Karen while their mother was out of the room. 

The television caught their eyes again. Both girls wore simple day dresses 
and Kathie was barefoot. She leaned back in her chair and tossed her legs 
over the arm, hot bothering to keep her knees together. Her young crotch was 
completely visible from where Karen sat, even the V where her white cotton 
panties separated the slim lengths of her gawky, coltish legs. 

"Kathie, for gosh sakes, watch yourself! I can see all the way to your 
panties!" she called out. 

"Aw, so what. Nobody else is here to see anything and I've seen you do the 
same thing plenty of times. Besides," continued Kathie, a smug little smile 
on her face, "my panties cover up the main thing-you can't see my cunny, can 
you?" 

While the two girls argued with each other at home, their mother was 
arguing-much more decorously-with Harry. It was bad enough when ^e hadn't 
brought his wife along like he said he would. He claimed she had to stay in 
with a cold. But when he insisted that Jane have a drink with him before 
dinner, she had to look upon the entire evening in a different light. She 
told him she had already eaten a small dinner with the children, and 
expected only to have a salad or something while they went over the business 
papers, and that she didn't want to drink. It had surprised her when they 
arrived at the place because it wasn't just a restaurant. It was a supper 
club, complete with a dance floor and dimly lit tables. To drink with him 
would surely strip the evening of any claim to being a business dinner and 
turn it into a ... well, she didn't know what. But she relented when he 
assumed a sad face and assured her there was nothing in the world wrong with 
them having a friendly drink together. After all, he reminded her, he had 
been business partners with her husband for years. He looked genuinely hurt 
about it. 

"Well ... all right," she gave in. "Maybe just one. A small glass of wine or 
something." 

When their order arrived she discovered her drink was hardly anything as 
simple as a glass of wine, small or otherwise. It was a tumbler-size glass 
filled with an exotically colored liquid. But it had a cool, sweet taste so 
she drank it as they attended to their business papers. There was so little 
to discuss that Jane was surprised that Harry had even requested her 
presence. One more detail to make her suspicious of Harry. She'd seen him 
casting furtive glances at her legs in the front seat of the car. As an 
unabashedly attractive woman, she was accustomed to more than passing 
attention from men with respect to certain parts of her anatomy. But since 
she was in Harry's company-even though it was supposedly for business 
purposes-Jane felt different about having him look at her like that. 

The drink went down somehow much easier than she thought it would and before 
she knew it Harry had another one sitting in front of her. She started to 
protest. 

"Go on, Jane, at least join me while I finish mine. Let yourself go a 
little," he cajoled. 

It was the least she could do to join him, she thought. And the drink was 
pretty tasty, she had to admit. She accepted the drink and sat back in her 
chair a little to watch the dance floor. What Jane didn't know was that the 
drink was more than just tasty-it was also highly potent. A smooth blend of 
rum and fruit juices, the concoction's strength was concealed under the 
pleasant sweetness of its fruity taste. A more experienced drinker would 
have recognized it for what it was, but Jane had never been much of a 
drinker since her husband had passed away. 

An hour later Harry had the papers all in his briefcase and Jane was 
twirling her third drink in her fingers. Harry saw that she was gently 
moving her head to the slow rhythm of the dance band as she watched the 
couples glide around the floor. 

"Come on, Jane," he suggested. "Let's get in on some of the fun ourselves. 
We don't have to just sit here and watch, you know. Here, let's go join 
them." 

He extended his hand as he rose and Jane realized she was trapped. She had 
let herself get so carried away with the music that her tapping fingers left 
no doubt about her enjoyment of the music. Besides, the alcohol in her blood 
made such decisions a little easier for her. She rose and took his hand. 

Harry led her onto the floor and eased her into his arms. They entered the 
flow of the other dancers and Jane let herself settle into his arms. It was 
very pleasant to be able to give herself to the rhythm of the music in this 
wholehearted way. Back at the table, when she was tapping her fingers and 
swaying her head to the music, this was what she unconsciously wanted. Harry 
was not a terrifically handsome man by anyone's measure but she discovered 
he had an easy, confident style of dancing that made it fun to move across 
the floor in his arms. He was ten or fifteen years her senior and his hair 
was quite gray, but the feel of his body against hers gave her the 
impression he was far from over the hill. There was a certain sense of 
hardness to his arms and shoulders, and whenever one of his legs touched 
hers it was with firmness and heft. 

When he pulled her closer she didn't push him away. Now his body was 
touching hers all the way from her knees to her shoulders. He bent his head 
so that his cheek rested in thickness of her blonde hair and wormed it 
downward until she could feel his chin on her ear. Jane was a woman who 
hadn't been in a man's arms-any man at all-for months. Months that now 
seemed like years. As he pressed her closer to him she allowed it, only 
partly against her will. He began running his hand up and down the firm, 
resilient flesh of her back. The crowded abundance of her breasts pressed 
into his chest and felt the beginning of an old familiar feeling. Not 
thinking, the alcohol flowing warmly now through her veins, she pressed her 
front against Harry's open jacket, belt buckle and pants. 

Hold on a minute, came a warning of alarm from somewhere inside her head, 
things are getting too chummy here. Don't let him squeeze you close like 
this - he can feel everything you've got. 

She halfheartedly raised her head from under his chin and moved an inch or 
two away from his body. The warmth of their bodies wafted up into her 
nostrils from between them and she detected the scent of her fruity cologne 
mixed with a more musky, masculine aroma. 

"Maybe we've been here too long, Jane," he said to her. "Maybe you'd like to 
leave." 

"Yes," she answered, "let's do." 

Maybe Harry wasn't bent on anything like she was thinking, after all. Maybe 
he was just trying to be nice to her as a friend and wasn't trying to get 
her to act like a woman with him. 

But when Jane agreed and said yes to his question, Harry took it an entirely 
different way. He hadn't simply been inquiring if she was tired of dancing 
so much as whether she was ready to do something else instead of dancing. 
She sure had let him get a nice close feel of those big jugs of hers, that 
was for sure. When she agreed to leave he hoped to hell she meant she was 
ready to let him get his hands on her and do them both some good. He knew 
she was far from weak-willed-that's why he had plied her with drinks. Now it 
looked to him like he was going to get some action out of her. 

On the way to the car he held her tighter than was necessary. In the front 
seat he slid in beside her but as he inserted the keys in the ignition she 
felt the purposeful caress of fingertips along the tops of her thighs. He 
peeled out of the parking lot with such force she was thrown against him as 
the car sped down the street. He buried his hammy hand between her legs and 
pressed his fingers against the inner surfaces of her thighs. 

"Harry," she called out, "what are you ... what are you doing? I think you 
better-" 

"Let's be grown up about this, Jane," he said, as he steered the car off the 
street and braked to a halt beside the freight dock of an abandoned 
warehouse. "You liked what was happening on the dance floor as I did. You 
don't need to play games with me. Don't be afraid to admit you need some 
loving." 

"Wait a minute," she said. "You're not ... you don't understand. I can't 
have you think-" 

"Think, hell," he exclaimed, interrupting her again. "I don't need to think 
anything, and neither do you. Just come off your high horse and act like a 
woman." 

He was breathing hard and his tie was twisted sideways. He turned to face 
her and took her face in his hand while his other one busied itself in the 
soft folds of the clothing between her thighs. He was trying to find an 
opening into the secrets of her underclothes. 

"You're beautiful, god damn it. You're a beautiful woman, Jane, and your 
husband's gone. Why don't you admit you need a man's hands on those big tits 
of yours, huh? Why don't you admit you need a good hard prick between your 
legs?" 

His forehead was covered with sweat. Jane jerked her body back and forth on 
the seat but the drinks she'd had made her movements irregular and lurching. 
The motion made her breasts strain against her bra and heave back and forth 
under her blouse like two balloons under a tarpaulin. It was exactly the 
wrong thing to do if her aim was to stop Harry's attentions-and she was less 
and less certain just what her aim was. The way she was moving herself 
around in the seat made her sexier than ever to him. He couldn't wait to get 
his hands under there and get his fingers on the sweet naked flesh of her 
breasts and groin. 

"No, Harry, no ... you can't do this, you're making a fool of us ... you're 
a married man ... stop it, now ... you really better lay off before-" 

He covered her mouth with his lips. 

"Mmmffff!" she cried. 

He pursed his lips and sucked the sweet moisture of her mouth off her red, 
squirming lips. He took his hand from her face and threw it around her back. 

"Ungh," she grunted, unable to speak with his mouth covering her lips. But 
the outcry was only partly a protest. The feel of his mouth and hands on her 
was taking its due. There was no way for her to keep the truth from herself 
any longer. She was beginning to like what he was doing to her. She was 
beginning to like it, and she was starting to want more of it. It didn't 
matter what her head was telling her anymore. No matter how much she thought 
she shouldn't be letting any of this happen, her sensitive breasts and 
slowly moistening genitals were right there underneath her thin clothes 
denying every protest. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Harry's eyes were wild. He wasn't physically forcing Jane to submit to him, 
he was simply overcoming her feeble and weakening protests by the pure 
intensity of his desire. She could have slid away from him across the seat 
if she'd been up to it. The maddening question was why was she not up to it 
... was it the alcohol in her veins or was it the gradual dawning of her own 
latent cravings? 

She squirmed under the avid touch of his fingers but it seemed that moving 
her body only made her breasts and damp pelvis come into contact with him 
more and more. Everywhere she turned, there he was. 

Inside her skirt, in the dark recesses of her genitals, something was 
happening to Jane that she didn't want to admit. She was getting all moist 
and slick there, and she was aware of a swelling surge of desire unlike 
anything she'd felt since becoming a widow. 

Harry ran his hand down her back and succeeded in loosening the waistband of 
her skirt. 

"Let go, damn it Jane, let yourself go. You know damned well you need a good 
satisfying fuck. And I'm just the man to give it to you! Can't you see 
you're driving me wild just feeling you up like this? Let me into your 
panties and I'll give you some relief!" 

She was scandalized by his words. Her husband had been an adequate lover, 
but he'd never said things to her like Harry was saying. She felt a bit of 
revulsion to what he was saying, but at the same time she also experienced 
an unaccountable and perverse desire to hear him tell her more. Already his 
hand was lowering her skirt to her hips and she realized that he'd have it 
down to her thighs in no time and be able to strip off even her panties. She 
moved sluggishly against him but now she wasn't exactly fighting him, it was 
more that she was rolling with the tide. The feel of his naked hand inside 
her skirt made her feel more and more ashamed of the mounting desire to have 
him touch her plump, sweating genital lips. 

Oh my God, this can't be happening, she thought to herself. I ... I'm 
getting so hot for it I'm going to wind up letting him stick in his cock and 
get me going so much I'll never be able to stop. I'm so embarrassed I could 
cry. What a slut I am! If my daughters could see their mother now I'd never 
be able to face them again! 

Harry's breath was coming faster and faster. He jerked his pants open and 
rammed his penis out, exposing its full length to her view as he nervously 
jerked at her skirt and panties. He hadn't just pulled it out to show her 
what it looked like. He was so aroused that he knew he couldn't wait much 
longer. 

"Jesus, Jane, lemme in! Lemme in there before I ... ungh ... ungh ... 
uuuuungh!" he yelled. 

The angry red head of his penis exploded right before Jane's eyes and shot a 
thick wad of sperm up on her blouse. He hadn't even begun to get close to 
his goal, so he missed by a mile and sent his semen spewing through the air 
onto her clothes. 

He wasn't as drunk as she was and the premature climax was so embarrassing 
to him that he stuffed his organ back into his pants and began wiping her 
off with his shirttail. He mumbled under his breath and looked away from her 
face as he finished the job, then started up the car and headed for her 
house fast. Jane lay back against the seat. Harry had nothing to hide 
behind, but she used her intoxication as a crutch and pretended to be dead 
drunk so she wouldn't have him trying to talk to her. What had happened was 
bad enough. Talking about it could only be worse, she thought. 

At the driveway he stopped without pulling all the way to the door and began 
mumbling something that sounded partly like an apology and partly like 
peevish grumbling. She got out and said, "Don't try to talk now. I drank so 
much I think I'm going to be sick." Then she trotted to the front door. 

They both knew she was lying but her words let them get away from each other 
fast, and at the moment he wanted to do that as much as she did. She wasn't 
nearly as drunk as she'd been pretending, but she was far enough into her 
cups that the time had slipped away from her. She suddenly realized it must 
be near midnight. 

Kathie and Karen would be in bed asleep by now, she thought, so at least 
she'd be spared having them see her stumbling across the yard. And Jerri 
would probably still be out with Rodney, so there was nothing to worry about 
there either. After their discussion in the patio that morning about how a 
nineteen-year-old girl should act and dress, Jerri was the last person she 
wanted to see her in her present state. She was only partly right. Jerri was 
still out with her boyfriend all right, and the two younger girls were even 
in bed-but they were far from being asleep. 

Upstairs in their bedroom both girls were sitting on their haunches in their 
nightclothes with their eyes trained on the window of the house across the 
street. "Hey, what was that?" Kathie asked Karen. 

"Shhh! It was probably just Mom coming home. Remember? She went out to 
dinner tonight. If you don't be quiet she'll hear you and know we're still 
awake. Then we'll both get in trouble." 

But Karen's words were wasted on her little sister. There was new activity 
in the lighted window across the street and she would much rather watch what 
was going v on there than argue with Karen. She tugged the sleeve of Karen's 
loose-fitting shorty nightgown and pointed avidly toward the window. 

She put her mouth right next to Karen's ear. In the faintest whisper she 
could muster, she said, "Wowee, they're back. And look, the woman's got her 
bra off." 

"So what, dummy? You never seen a pair of boobies before? Just because you 
aren't old enough to have any yet, and are always trying to see Mom's and 
mine doesn't mean I dig seeing that woman's. The guy is the one I want to 
see." 

"I do not try to see yours and Mom's. Besides, your ninnies don't even count 
as boobs yet. Big deal! And don't call me 'dummy' The guy is the one I want 
to see too, but if the woman's taking her clothes off now then he'll be 
there too pretty fast. That's the way they did a couple of weeks ago when we 
almost got to see them doing stuff with each other. Now who's the dummy?" 

Karen pulled away from her little sister and gave her a wilting look. 

"Okay, okay," she hissed. "Just pipe down, will you? If you don't keep quiet 
I'll make you get off my bed. And remember, you can't see a darned thing 
from your bed." 

But it was too late. The light flipped on and Jane stood with her hands on 
her hips staring at the bare bottoms of her daughters as they peered out the 
window. They were so engrossed in what was going on across the street that 
their nightgowns had crept up far above the cheeks of their young buttocks. 
They both wheeled around in the bed as the light went on and found their 
mother staring at them with a frown on her face. 

"What are you two doing awake at this hour? And what's all that chatter 
about? I could hear you all the way down in the living room. What are you 
looking out the window for?" 

"Uh ... we were ... I mean I was-" began Kathie. 

"She thought she heard something outside and I was just showing her there 
was nothing there. She's always getting scared, Mom, you know. We didn't 
mean to bother you. We'll go to sleep now," said Karen. 

Jane accepted their explanations and flipped off the light. After she was 
all the way downstairs, Karen acidly whispered, "See, I told you. You almost 
got us in trouble. You have to stay over there in your bed now and it serves 
you right." 

But when Karen looked back out the window she saw that the light was off in 
the house across the street. She wouldn't be able to see anything tonight 
anymore than Kathie would. When would it be, she wondered, when she'd get to 
see the man again with his pants off? She'd only got to see him that way 
once before and she was dying for a repeat performance. She still remembered 
how his penis had looked even though she only had a fleeting glimpse of it. 
She had seen the naked organs of boys in the neighborhood of her own age 
from time to time, but seeing what a grown man's looked like was different. 
She went to sleep with the thought of it in her mind. 

Below in the master bedroom, Jane had also retired for the night-for the 
second time. She was almost glad that the girls' chattering had gotten her 
out of bed earlier, because her experiences with Harry had left her in no 
condition to sleep. If it hadn't been for the liquor, and being able to 
pretend she was much drunker than she really was, she didn't know what she 
would have done. It was bad enough for her to have gone with Harry in the 
first place and let him talk her into having a drink. She should have known 
from the way he always looked her up and down and paid special attention to 
her short skirts and to the tight bodice of her amply filled dress that he 
had more on his mind than business. But worse still was what she'd let go on 
in the car on the way back. 

There was just no way for her to rationalize letting him get his hands on 
her like that. She couldn't explain it to herself and she didn't even want 
to think about it. But the way he had made her feel-even though he got too 
anxious and ejaculated before he even got her panties down-couldn't be 
shrugged off. She lay in bed and fought off the exciting thoughts that tried 
to gain sway over her mind. 

But thinking was one thing and acting was another. As she drifted off toward 
sleep, Jane ran her hand underneath the light silk of her filmy nightgown 
and allowed her fingers to approach the sensitive Y of her groin. Even when 
her fingers threaded through the coils of her pubic hair towards the moist 
lips of her very sex, she still pretended she was asleep. And in actual fact 
she very nearly was asleep by that time-otherwise she would never have been 
able to continue with what she had begun. 

But she certainly did continue the delicate manipulations of her fingers in 
the damp hollow of her groin, and she continued without slowing down. That 
night, for the first time since she had been a teenager, Jane masturbated 
herself. And when, in the darkness of her bedroom, her busy fingertips had 
stimulated her wet genitals to a thoroughly satisfying climax, it was almost 
as though it were not really happening. It was more like a new and exciting 
part of one of the dreams she'd been having with increasing frequency during 
the past few months. 

She slept so well that Jerri didn't even awaken her when she came home at 
three o'clock in the morning from her date with Rodney. The next morning 
Jane lay in bed longer than usual before getting up. She stretched and 
smiled, extending her long legs far under the sheets and raising her arms 
high above her head. She felt better than she had in a long time. Without 
admitting to herself the part she bad consciously played during the night's 
little interlude of masturbation, she nevertheless allowed herself to recall 
with complete enjoyment the way it made her feel. 

What a wild dream, she thought to herself, half pretending to believe it. 

The entire family was a little drowsier than usual at breakfast that 
morning, each for her own separate reason. And Jerri, of course, would've 
been quite surprised to know that she wasn't the only one whose sleepy eyes 
were due, in one way or another, to the secret delights of sex. She sat 
munching her cereal with smug thoughts of what she'd let Rodney do to her, 
with no idea of the precocious interests of her two younger sisters or of 
the reawakening her mother had undergone in the realm of sensual activities. 

Jane noticed that Jerri still apparently intended to go without a bra in 
spite of their little talk the day before. She didn't mind so much, though. 
As long as Karen didn't take a notion to follow her example, it was okay. 
And Kathie was hardly old enough for it to make any difference one way or 
the other. 

The year Jerri had just been away at college was the main topic of 
conversation, of course. But that was only while Jane remained at the table. 
Later on when she left to bring out a platter of hot rolls, Kathie and Karen 
pounced on their big sister for more details about a certain part of campus 
activities not yet touched on. 

"Jerri, how about the boys at school? Do you have lots of boyfriends? Do you 
go out on dates a lot? Do you-" Karen commenced. 

"Yeah, and how about the guy you went out with last night?" Kathie broke in. 
"We didn't even get to see him. Is he cute? Do you like him?" 

"Hey, slow down a minute," answered Jerri, smiling. "What's got you two kids 
so interested in boys all of a sudden? Last year the only thing you ever 
asked me was when I'd take you swimming." 

"I don't know," chirped Kathie. "I just think they're groovy." 

But Karen was miffed. "Maybe Kathie's still just a kid, but don't call us 
both that," she huffily retorted. "I'm not exactly a kid anymore." 

As she spoke, Karen sat up in her chair and unconsciously pressed forward 
the mounds of her budding new breasts. Jerri could see that her pride had 
been wounded. She barely had time to apologize for her poor choice of words 
before Jane returned with the platter of rolls. 

That afternoon when Jane went to the grocery, the girls again tried to worm 
information out of Jerri about "grown-up things." 

"You're getting there, Sis," Jerri said to Karen, "but I don't think you're 
quite old enough yet to be in on all my secrets, are you?" 

And to Kathie, she said, "Honey, you don't need to know anything about boys 
for a long time yet. When I was ten I didn't even want to play with them, 
much less think about them as much as you do." 

"Awww," whined Kathie, disappointed but still not ready to abandon the 
subject. 

Karen was more specific, "I don't mean the dumb old stuff about having 
babies and all that. I already know about that," she replied, straightening 
herself to her full height. 

"Yeah, me too," chimed in Kathie. 

Jerri looked from one to the other of them in undisguised amazement. 

"What I want to know about is the other stuff," continued Karen. "You know, 
the stuff that's fun. The things a boy can-" 

Kathie nodded her head in vigorous agreement, her eyes bright with 
anticipation. 

"Listen, I think you're both getting too big for your britches," declared 
Jerri. "You better not ever let Mom catch you talking about things like 
that." 

"I know, I know," exclaimed Karen, 'that's why I'm talking to you about it." 

But Jerri was saved by the bell. She picked up the phone, discovered that it 
was Rodney, and shooed the girls away. 

"You spoiled everything, Kathie," Jerri heard Karen say as they walked up 
the stairs. "If you hadn't been there I bet she would have told me all kind 
of stuff." From her position at the telephone, Jerri could see the younger 
girl stick her tongue out at Karen and make a face at her as she dashed up 
the stairs ahead of her. 

Rodney asked right away if Jerri could go out with him that night. He'd been 
thinking all day about how hot she'd been with him the night before and he 
couldn't wait to have another go at it. Her answer surprised him. Not only 
did she agree to see him, but suggested that he come to her house. Her 
mother was going to some club meeting, she told him, and they would have the 
house to themselves. 

"A patch of grass in the park may be okay once in a while," she said 
huskily, "but I think you'll groove on a real bed more, huh?" 

"Wow! Outasite-but I thought you had two little sisters. Won't they be in 
the way?" 

Actually, Jerri had forgotten about Kathie and Karen. But it was only 
because of her excitement at the prospect of being under the sheets with 
Rodney instead of on dewy grass. And the opportunity was too good to miss. 
"Forget about them," she said, "They'll be in their room all the time. I 
won't let them bug us." 

On the second floor, Kathie was bending her head over the rail and hearing 
every word. She tiptoed back to her room and told Karen the news. For once 
she was glad to hear what her little sister had to say. That kind of news 
was worth plenty. 

"Well, this could be super!" she told Katie. "It'll have to be her bedroom 
where they wind up. Listen, here's what we'll do ... " 

While Jerri finished talking to Rodney and her sisters plotted to take part 
in the night's activities, Jane sat with a friend at a posh downtown 
department store. Her groceries were sitting in the car and she was finding 
herself being talked into going out with her friend's cousin from out of 
town. As her friend sat trying on shoes, she filled her in on the details. 

He was tall and good-looking, as well as being a "real nice guy." And he 
would only be in town for the weekend. Jane realized that this would be the 
first real date she had had since the death of her husband. But the idea of 
him being new and from out of town somehow appealed to her and she agreed to 
to it. She had no way of guessing the things being planned for the same 
night by her daughters. 

Late afternoon was a busy time around the Spicer household. Jane was putting 
away groceries and trying to decide what to wear for her blind date and 
Jerri was tie-dying a bunch of tee shirts. Kathie and Karen contributed 
their little bit by endlessly whizzing in and out of the house and making 
general nuisances of themselves. Jance couldn't imagine why the pair had so 
much to giggle about. 

Once as she passed the bathroom and saw one of Jerri's shirts hanging up to 
dry, she did a double take and stopped in her tracks. 

"I thought you were doing those shirts for yourself, Jerri. Did the girls 
talk you into doing some for them?" she asked. "The one hanging there to dry 
is way too small for you." 

Jerri looked back over her shoulder with a frown on her face and Jane 
realized that the girl had thought she was razzing her. 

She threw up her hands and walked away, calling back to Jerri over her 
shoulder. "Okay, I should have known. It isn't enough that you've thrown all 
your bras away. You have to run around with a skimpy little tee shirt on 
that's barely big enough to cover your chest." 

" 'Breasts,' Mom, not 'chest'," retorted Jerri, unable to resist the quip. 
"I wasn't kidding yesterday when I told you you ought to start going without 
a bra, Mom," she continued. "Let me make you a tie-dye tee shirt. You'd look 
great in one, really, Mom." 

There was no answer from the kitchen. Oh well, thought Jerri, guess I 
shouldn't bitch too much about Mom. Most of the chicks I know have mothers a 
lot worse than she is. 

Jane drove that night to her friend's house to meet her blind date. She'd 
had to cancel going to the club meeting to make it, but she didn't really 
mind doing that. And why bother to tell the children "where she was going or 
who with? She would still be gone the same length of time, so neither her 
destination or companion should be important to them. 

She was stunned when she met Terry, the man who was to be her blind date. He 
was everything her friend had said, In addition, he had a way of looking at 
her that let her know he appreciated the way she looked. Something about his 
gaze gave her the impression that time spent with him would be very 
entertaining. 

It was not that Jane was consciously considering the man's potential as a 
lover. She wasn't able yet to be that open with herself. But the events of 
the preceding night had definitely had an effect on her relationship with 
the opposite sex whether she was ready to admit it to herself or not. 

Once they were on their way in his car, he drove straight to a restaurant. 
But as they entered the restaurant he asked, "Something in particular you'd 
like to do after dinner?" 

"Not really," she answered, willing to let him guide the activities. 

"Me neither," he said, smiling. "We'll just see what happens." 

Jane had the definite feeling she was going to enjoy his company that night. 

Back at the house, things looked equally rosy for the girls. Jerri, of 
course, did not realize that her little sisters were depending on her for 
their evening's entertainment. But this didn't keep it from being so. They 
had been busy as beavers all day planning for Rodney's visit and they were 
much more eager, really, than Jerri was. It couldn't miss. They'd rigged up 
a simple foolproof way to see everything that went on in Jerri's room by 
just making a few strategic changes in the way her air-conditioner duct 
opened into the upstairs' bathroom. 

Jerri should have suspected something from the ease with which they accepted 
her order to remain in their room while she entertained her boyfriend. But 
she foolishly thought the two girls were simply becoming a little easier to 
handle. As soon as they entered their bedroom as directed, they simply 
walked on through to the adjoining bathroom, seated themselves at the proper 
spot, and prepared to watch the whole proceedings. 

Rodney was a half hour early. Jerri was already dressed and waiting, so she 
didn't care. "What are you doing here so early, silly?" she asked, grinning 
and opening her arms to him. 

He threw his arms around her waist and cupped his hands over the firm mounds 
of her rear end, lifting her off the floor and swinging her feet back and 
forth as he hugged her. "Because I couldn't wait," he said. "When you told 
me we'd be able to have the place to ourselves it made me want to get a real 
early start." 

The firm pressure of her soft front against his chest and groin made them 
both remember how exciting it had been between them the night before. He 
brushed his lips past hers, grazed his open mouth down her neck and buried 
his face just under her collar bone. She made a little noise with her mouth 
as she lost contact with his lips and he heard it change to a sigh when she 
felt the wetness of his kiss on her delicate skin. When he burrowed lower 
and pressed his lips across the tanned expanse of her upper breasts, she 
didn't stop him. 

"You weren't the only one waiting for this," she said in a low voice. 

"Then how about showing me your room?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in 
question. 

"I was going to at least offer you something to drink first, or maybe 
something to smoke," she said. "But I'm getting so turned on from having you 
hug me I don't want to wait. Come on upstairs and I'll show you a lot more 
than my bedroom." 

She led him, glancing back on the way up the stairs with open desire in her 
eyes. She couldn't help noticing the lump in the front of his pants and 
after she saw it she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Inside, she put her 
hands on his shirt and drew her fingers slowly down the front. She passed 
his belt buckle and gingerly handled the hard protuberance that pressed 
outward from underneath the taut, straining material of his pants. 

Rodney was taller by several inches than she was and he buried his face in 
the top of her thick clean hair as she touched him. He remembered how he'd 
gotten her to masturbate him only twice before in their entire long months 
of knowing each other. She'd let him do most of the things he wanted to do 
to her, but wouldn't do everything to him that he wanted her to. Having her 
go straight for his organ must mean she was awfully hot for love. Her 
boldness sent a surge of new desire through his veins. He reached for his 
fly. He could hardly wait to flop his penis out and get her hands on it. 

"Uh-uh, not yet," she warned. "We have lots of time for a change, plus a set 
of nice clean sheets to get between." She grinned at him mischievously. "I 
feel like going real slow and doing all kinds of wild things. Know what I 
mean?" 

He'd-been temporarily disappointed when she kept him from unzipping his fly 
but now things were even better than before. She was even talking about what 
they were doing-she almost never did such a thing. 

"Sure, baby," he agreed. "Groovy! You know damned well I never get all the 
loving I want from you." 

He hugged her again and she teasingly wormed her braless mammaries into his 
chest. Jerri wore one of her tie-dye shirts made of cotton so thin he could 
easily feel the wonderful pressure of her twin nipple tips through his 
shirt. Her long hair fell over her shoulders interrupted only by a pert 
yellow ribbon and her skirt, although so thin and soft he could easily make 
out the sensuous outlines of her legs, reached to her ankles in the style of 
a Hindu sari. On her feet were leather sandals. 

He kissed her cheeks and forehead and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She 
knew very-well he could feel her aroused breasts better with it off and 
wanted to give him more of them. He put his hands to work on her back, 
massaging it up and down in long, slow strokes that grew lower and lower 
until he reached the tight, hard cheeks of her rear. 

The girls were wide-eyed in the bathroom. They'd been momentarily irritated 
by the fact that Jerri's back was to them and they couldn't see much, but 
now they could see his hands working up and down her curvaceous back and 
behind. 

"They aren't kissing much, are they?" commented Kathie. "I thought they'd be 
doing lots of that." 

"No, but they sure are doing plenty with their hands. Look how he's feeling 
her butt up. Wonder if that would feel good? I never thought of a boy doing 
that to you," answered Karen. 

"I bet it would if it was a guy as cute as Rodney," replied the younger 
girl. 

They wore loose-fitting little shifts and were both barefoot. It was well 
they wore what they did because watching the couple made them so antsy they 
kept moving around and changing positions. Excitement at finally being able 
to really see something was making them barely able to contain themselves. 

Jerri had been feeling the wetness of his lips on her face and neck while 
she unbuttoned his shirt. When it was open she stuck her hands inside and 
hugged his naked ribs and stomach, then started returning his kisses. The 
girls watched her pepper his chest and neck with dozens of kisses while he 
kept it up above. He shrugged off the shirt. The new feeling of warmth 
caused by her breasts rubbing against him was dynamite. She heard him take 
in his breath sharply as she returned his hug and pushed her frame into him. 

She kicked off her sandals one at a time, raising her feet off the floor and 
rubbing the soles against his leg. She entwined a leg around his calf and 
massaged it up and down. For the first time he felt the warm, cushion like 
touch of her pelvic arch. 

"Ummmm," he crooned, delighted at her growing passion. "How come we're still 
standing here in the middle of the floor, anyway?" 

She grinned, realizing how dumb it was for them to stand so long when they 
didn't have to. "Take your Shoes off then," she said., "And we'll-" 

He picked her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. "We'll move to the bed, 
right?" he said. "That better be what you mean because I can't wait much 
longer to see you naked between the sheets, baby. Here they go!" 

He kicked off his loafers and they flew across the floor. One hit the wall 
right beside the air-conditioning duct and Kathie jumped inside her hiding 
place like she'd been shot. She lost no time getting back to her post beside 
Karen. 

"Wow, they're getting wild," she said. 

"They're going to get a lot wilder than that, I bet," answered Karen. "And 
not just by kicking things around, either!" 

Jerri remained on the bed where Rodney had laid her. She looked up at him 
and opened her arms. When he fell into them she said, "What if I just 
happened to get naked on top of the sheets, lover?" 

He'd said he could hardly wait to get her naked between the sheets and now 
she seemed to be offering something even better. Even though she was far 
from prudish, about the only times he got to feast his eyes on her complete 
nakedness was when they were in the actual process of balling each other. He 
looked at the seductive picture she made reclining on her elbow with the 
thin, long skirt tracing every line of her beautifully curved legs and her 
breasts fairly bursting beneath the flimsy material of her tee shirt. 

There was no use answering her. She knew darned well he'd love it. He raised 
above her and ran his hands over the full swells of her breasts, thinking 
how fantastic they looked when they were naked and available to him. He put 
his hands on the bottom of her shirt and demonstrated that he not only 
wanted her naked on the sheets but that he was going to help her get that 
way. 

She raised an eyebrow and taunted him, mischief in her eyes like coals of 
fire. "If you take my clothes off I'm not going to want them back on until I 
get what I want. And I don't want you to have your pants on, either." 

Sweat broke out on his brow. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get what you want, 
all right. And for me to give it to you, my pants will have to be off." 

He raised the shirt past her navel, exposing the smooth tanned skin of her 
midriff. To his delight, she put her hands on his belt buckle. 

"Oh, wow," whispered Kathie to her sister, "we're going to see it for sure 
now." 

"Yeah, we'll finally get to see a man's peter close up. I bet it's bigger 
than any boy's that we've ever seen. Harder, too!" exclaimed. 

The shirt was so tight across her breasts he had to peel it upward as slowly 
and carefully as peeling the skin off a fruit. The material was slightly 
damp. When her berry-sized nipples popped into view he gave a tug and yanked 
it off over her head. Her perfectly formed mammaries were at last displayed 
in all their glory. 

"Jesus, baby," he ejaculated, his eyes riveted on her roundly contoured 
mounds of beautiful breast flesh, "you sure have got a sweet pair there. 
With tits like that on you, I wouldn't care whether you had a pussy or not!" 

The girls giggled and poked each other. They were tickled by what he said 
but there was more than just humor. Kathie gave a sidelong glance at Karen's 
small twin bumps and thought how great it would be when she started growing 
hers. Karen felt overly aware of them and thought with pleasure that someday 
her tiny buddings would be as big and pretty as the ones Rodney had just 
uncovered on her sister's chest. 

All Jerri wore now was her skirt. Her breasts bobbed solidly as she 
unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. She hadn't touched the fly yet 
but he was hoping like hell she would. He took a fat breast in each hand and 
ran his fingers lavishly across the satiny-smooth skin. Then he started a 
slow, tantalizing, milking motion, drawing his fingertips gingerly across 
her pouting nipples at the end of each stroke. The girls saw their big 
sister shiver with pleasure with each pass of his hands. 

"How'd you like to have a boy do that to your titties?" Kathie asked. 

"Oh, wow," responded Karen, a glazed look in her eyes. "Yeah ... oh yeah. I 
think that would be yummy!" 

She'd thought about how it would feel to have a boy do things to her besides 
just kiss and hug her like at parties she'd been to. Now with the real thing 
right before her eyes she was letting her imagination run wild. It was much 
better than anything she'd ever seen before. A nice warm feeling began to 
make itself present between her slender thighs, the kind of feeling she had 
only felt a few times before in her entire life. She loved it and wanted it 
to grow. 

Jerri was getting awfully excited from what Rodney was doing to her. At 
first she just meant to play around a little outside his pants but now she 
was changing her mind fast. She went ahead and unzipped his fly with a quick 
flourish that let his penis fly out like a big red jack-in-the-box. He 
immediately stood up on his knees in bed and wiggled out of his pants. 

The girls leaned forward and their faces flushed red. A little of it was 
from true sexual arousal, but most of it was just from common embarrassment. 
Neither of them had ever seen a naked man's penis before and in spite of 
their precocious sex interest, they were a bit shy to actually see the hard 
shaft of flesh before them. 

"Gee ... look ... think she's going to-" Kathie began, gasping in amazement. 

"Yeah, I bet she does ... I bet she touches it with her hands," Karen 
whispered, a catch in her breath. "She might even play with it some or do 
real nasty things like-" 

"What?" interrupted Kathie, her interest rising every second. "Nasty things 
like what?" 

"You know," Karen answered hesitantly, " ... fool around with it and skin it 
up and down .,. frig it for him." 

"Really?" Kathie gleefully cried, "Boy I hope she does. How come you know 
things like that? You never told me anything like that before. Ever see 
anybody do that to a boy?" 

"No, but I heard about it ... it's ... you know, it's the same thing a boy 
does when he plays with it himself," answered Karen. The truth was that she 
was embarrassed to mention the subject of playing with oneself because she 
had done certain things to her own genitals a few times and felt guilty 
about it. She didn't think Kathie ever had, and didn't want her to know that 
she had. 

Jerri reached toward his organ and they held their breaths, but she stopped 
short and started rubbing the short, curly black hair that went from his 
navel on down. Rodney's penis stood straight out like a stick from his groin 
and he was dying to feel her hand on it. But she had still had her skirt on 
and he was buff naked. That had to be remedied first. It was swell to have 
his organ naked in front of her but he wanted to strip her crotch bare too, 
and get a good look at her sex. 

He was on his knees again and his member was almost level with her face. He 
reached down and undid the. drawstring of her sari-like skirt and the top of 
it fell lower toward her hips. Her waist was so narrow that it dropped a few 
inches before it came to rest. That let him get his first look at the top of 
her panties. The thin yellow undergarment was distinctly visible above the 
floral print of her skirt. 

"At least she wears some underwear," piped Kathie. "I've been noticing 
around the house that she doesn't wear a bra and I thought maybe she didn't 
wear panties anymore either." 

Karen was too interested in her panties to pay much attention to her little 
sister. The warm feeling that had started minutes before between her legs 
was still very much present. Her young pubic mound felt terribly warm and 
she could even feel the smooth material of her panties touching her skin 
through the sparse blonde curls that grew there. There was more than just 
warmth now, there was a kind of dampness. It was beginning to feel very 
moist there and even her panties seemed to be a bit wet to the touch. 

Rodney stripped Jerri's long skirt to her knees and she quite willingly 
moved around on the bed and stretched her legs to make it easy for him. It 
was obvious she wanted to show him what was underneath and she made no bones 
about it. The promise in her eyes told him it would be just a matter of time 
before he got to see the sweet, hairy swell of her pelvic mound. She rocked 
backward and raised her legs a few inches off the bed so he could finish the 
job and Rodney was quick to take advantage of her welcome cooperation. He 
knelt and slid the garment from her slim legs, leaving her on her back in 
the middle of the bed with nothing on but the skimpy little pair of bikini 
panties. 

He straightened himself out over her with an arm on each side of her 
shoulders, but she playfully rolled aside. As she moved, her thigh grazed 
the hard knob of his organ. He felt a stab of intense pleasure and a sharp 
longing to press the thing against her again. Even if he couldn't slide it 
into her yet, he wanted to have it touching her somewhere or other. 

He wrestled her from her side onto her back again and she gripped her legs 
together and wiggled her hips, making it impossible for him to keep his body 
in contact with her. Her lovely globes rocked and jounced on her chest and 
the hard tips grazed sometimes against his chest or forearms. 

Kathie became a little concerned. "Gee, it sure looks like he's wrestling 
awful rough with her. Think he's hurting her?" 

But Karen, whose feminine instincts were more fully developed than those of 
her younger sister, wasn't worried at all. "Oh no, he's not hurting her. It 
looks kind of rough but I don't think he's being mean to her." 

She felt a pang of wet warmth in the crotch of her panties and said, in a 
dreamy voice, "I bet it feels real groovy to her to have him doing that!" 

Jerri ended the wrestling match by lying still for a minute so he could hug 
her without having her slip away from his embrace. She put her arms around 
his neck and drew his face toward hers, leaving no doubt about her desires. 
Rodney fit his lips on hers and smacked them, giving her big wet kisses that 
included her chin, cheeks, and nose as well as her mouth. But his mouth 
wasn't the only active part of his hard, masculine body. 

With her arms around his neck he was treated to the satisfying touch of her 
damp, fully packed mammaries against his skin. That inspired his hands to 
new business on her body. The girl's panties were the last bastion against 
his needs and he wanted them off. He stuck a thumb under the waistband and 
stretched it downward over the smooth, lush flesh of her lower stomach. 

"Look," yelped Kathie, "he's trying to his hand in her panties and grab her 
cunny! 

A few more inches and he had the waistband so low that Jerri's black, curly 
forest of pubic hair came into view. 

"He's going to touch her there, he's going to put his hand right on her 
pussy," exclaimed Karen. "Look, he's going to finger-fuck her with one hand 
while he hugs her tits and milks one with the other hand!" 

"What's 'finger-fuck' mean?" asked Kathie. 

"You'll see!" Karen shot back. 

She could see how much Jerri was enjoying it to "have him touch her secrets 
and the more she watched the more she began to identify with her older 
sister and to think how great it would be if she could only have a male do 
the same thing to her. The few times she had experimented with masturbation 
gave her thrills so nice she was scared to do it to herself much. But it was 
because she had done it to herself that she was able to imagine how 
fantastic it might be to have someone else do it. 

With his thumb in her groin and his forefinger busily tickling her pubic 
hairs, Rodney was succeeding in bringing Jerri to a very high plateau of 
excitement. She was beginning to writhe her hips in slow arcs underneath his 
body, raising her pelvis higher to meet the manipulations of his fingers. 
Then he did what Karen thought he would do. He started milking her breast 
again. She made a little noise in her throat and the girls could see her hug 
him closer. He slid slightly sideways for more room to work on her panties, 
then ran his inserted thumb under the waistband, traced it around her hip 
and to the curve of her rear. In this new position he was able to tug them 
off with one quick movement. He dragged them all the way down to her knees. 

"Now he's really got her naked," said Kathie. 

Karen was so stimulated from the sight she wasn't talking much anymore. She 
was just staring with glazed eyes at the muscular male body on top of her 
older sister's and wishing it could somehow be she herself that was there. 
Her genitals were now very wet, not-just damp, and her silky panties made a 
thrill shoot up her spine every time she moved by rubbing across the exposed 
lips of her scantily haired mound. The truth was that she was beginning to 
want something else touching her there, and if it couldn't be a boy-as she 
would have much preferred-then she would be very happy to put her own 
fingers there. The only trouble was Kathie's presence. She was ashamed to do 
any such thing in front of her. 

Jerri's yellow undergarment was all the way to her ankles now and her soft, 
nubile front was developing an extreme case of body hunger. Already she 
could feel his legs against hers and his chest in contact with her firm 
breasts-but she wanted more. She kicked her foot hard and her panties went 
flying through the air. They were so damp from the sweat of her groin that 
they left a wet mark where they struck a chest of drawers. 

"That's the way I wanted to get you, baby," grunted Rodney. "Strip ass 
naked. It was so damned dark the other night I couldn't even see what I was 
fucking. Now I can see every god damned thing you've got, sweetheart, and I 
want to split your cunt and fill you full of my cock." 

She wasn't playing anymore. She needed it too. The sweat was running down 
her face and she was rocking on the bed under his weight. He darted his 
fingers through the muff of her hairs and took the wet, moist vulva between 
his thumb and forefinger. His penis was quaking with the fluctuations of his 
rapid pulse. She was no longer coy about touching it. She cheerfully 
searched it out and wrapped her hot fingers around the member without even 
giving him any advance notice. After a couple of gentle squeezes she set her 
hand in motion and slid it up and down, up and down. 

His face screwed up with intense passion and he fingered her wet lips deeper 
and deeper until his forefinger was all the way into the hot hole of her 
slick vagina. He had waited long enough. He lowered himself onto her body 
and pressed the end of his organ into the vestibule of her humid slit. 

"Go ahead," moaned Jerri, "you don't have to hold back now, lover. Give it 
to me. I want it!" 

He pressed the bulb inside but before he could draw it out she raised her 
hips and made it sink deeper into her flesh. The moist folds of her vaginal 
walls rippled past the angry red head of his instrument and flowed down the 
sides of the stiff shaft like wave after wave of thick, melted butter. 

She stretched her arms and hugged him as close to her body as possible. She 
dug her heels into the mattress and trapped one of his legs between her 
thighs. With the new leverage thus afforded she was able to make his 
bulbular glans caress her taut clitoris every time he pushed forward. 

"Hmmmmm," she moaned, "I can't tell you how hot you're getting me, lover. I 
... I'm needing you in there, Rodney. Keep it up for a long time, will you? 
Keep on giving it to me ... that's the way, let me have it all ... ooooh ... 
oh God ... keep it hard for me, lover ... keep it hard and I'll do anything 
you want!" 

"You got it, baby," he grunted. "You got it and you're going to keep getting 
it from me. Gimme tit, though, Jerri. I need a lot of tit ... gimme, baby, 
gimme!" 

Then, with his organ plunging in and out of her slowly and deeply, he bent 
his face to her chest and greedily took one of her hard nipples into his 
mouth. The sweat was pouring off his forehead and cheeks and from the other 
room the young sisters could see his jaw muscles working as he applied his 
lips to the sensitive tips. 

Karen was so completely captivated by the scene that she had almost 
forgotten Kathie was there. When she glanced in her direction, she could 
hardly believe her eyes. The girl had her hand down the front of her 
panties, her loose little shift raised high over her knees, and was openly 
and avidly masturbating herself! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Kathie's eyes were glued on Jerri and Rodney and she was manipulating the 
lips of her pint-sized organs as though nobody else was even present. Karen 
was stupefied. She had been craving for a long time to do the same-thing to 
herself-and the only reason she didn't was out of fear that Kathie would see 
her ... the same Kathie who was now diligently fingering her immature, 
completely hairless genitals. It was too much. 

She started to say something, then had a better thought. Just leave her 
alone and attend to herself like she'd been wanting to do. Her little sister 
obviously wouldn't raise a stink and tell their mother on her for doing the 
same thing she was doing. Karen let her sister be and turned her attention 
back to Rodney and Jerri, who were both now groaning together like a duet, 
Not, perhaps, the kind of duet you'd hear in a Sunday school choir. But a 
duet nonetheless. 

Jerri still had one of Rodney's legs trapped between the damp surfaces of 
her thighs and was rising off the bed to meet his every thrust. But his 
motions, which had been slow and purposeful for so long, were rapidly 
increasing the pace. He was saying something along with all his moaning but 
Karen couldn't, make out what it was and she didn't think Jerri could 
either. Jerri's long black hair was all messed up. The ribbon had long since 
fallen onto the bedspread and she appeared so excited to Karen that she 
didn't believe her sister would've cared what Rodney was saying even if she 
could hear him. 

Her own panties were thoroughly wet by now and Kathie's surprising and 
blatant masturbation removed the last barrier against her getting in on a 
little of the action too. 

Her lips felt dry as paper. Watching the pair for so long on the bed had 
made her pubescent genitals crave attention for ever so long. Now she was 
finally going to be able to do something about it. She glanced aside at 
Kathie to make sure she was still occupied with herself, and saw that she 
certainly was. She seemed totally oblivious to everything except the couple 
on the bed and the touch of her fingers against the soft, damp vulva. Karen 
at last hoisted the hem of her shift to a point just below her bra and 
eagerly stuffed her hand into the damp front of her panties. 

With the moans of Rodney and her older sister filling her ears, she 
delicately felt her way through the sparse, moist ringlets of her blondish 
pubic hair and felt the slick surface of her outer lips at her fingertip. 
She rocked forward and moved her finger and thumb across the sensitive wet 
flesh while her glazed eyes locked on the scene in the other room. She felt 
her breath catch at the thrill of the touch and sensed a mellow warmth 
filling up her entire pubic region. She knew then that she had to keep doing 
it no matter what Kathie was or was not doing, or anyone else. 

Rodney still had his mouth plastered on the tip of Jerri's moisture-beaded 
breast, but their movements had become so vigorous that he was losing it 
every second or third time he stroked her clamoring vagina. She strained 
hard against him and the move took her breast entirely out of his mouth. She 
was rising nearer and nearer toward her release and the only thing that 
mattered to her was keeping the stiff, wet shaft of his organ going in and 
out her soft front. 

She stretched her arms as far down his back as possible in a desperate 
attempt to get more leverage. She felt the hard muscles of his thighs 
grinding against the smooth tops of her legs and heard his breath growing 
more and more jagged. Her heels were all the way down against the bedstead 
now and she was pushing against it with the soles of her feet. The hot well 
of her desire was filling fast and she needed all the help she could get to 
absorb the ecstatic frenzy of Rodney's powerful thrusts. 

They were no longer groaning; they were grunting now, grunting with 
irregular noises as though speech were beyond them. She heard Rodney begin 
rasping like a coal burner and then felt her vaginal heat surge toward the 
flash point. A rapid quivering shook her loins to the core. Suddenly she 
heard a deep, muffled sob and felt a stream of hot liquid erupt against her 
ravenous vaginal walls. Even her grunting stopped. She sank her teeth into 
Rodney's shoulder and with a stab of ecstasy that seemed all the more 
intense for her complete silence, she was impaled on the quick, bright point 
of a screeching climax. 

For a few seconds she pushed hard against the bedstead and treated herself 
to the sensual, quivering little orgasms that followed the first one. Then a 
wave of heavy torpor enveloped her body and she sank with pleasant fatigue 
into the damp bedspread. 

Rodney was still breathing hard and lying with his spent organ against the 
drenched, springy coils of her muff. It was too much, she needed more room 
now. She rolled sideways and he fell like a rock, burying his shoulder in 
the mattress and then sprawling on his back beside her. She wiped her brow 
with her forearm and lay luxuriating in the mellow afterglow of their heated 
lovematch. 

The girls still stared through the air-conditioning duct. They hadn't missed 
one second of the performance and their activity well demonstrated it. Both 
youngsters still applied their industrious fingers to their exposed 
organs-maybe Jerri and Rodney were finished, but they were not through by a 
long shot. 

The neophyte masturbators had reached a point of diminishing returns with 
themselves and were succeeding only in prolonging the pleasurable sensations 
without any real chance of enjoying the kind of release that had apparently 
been shared by both persons they'd been watching. 

The fact was that although both girls had indulged a few times in 
self-stimulation neither of them had ever experienced an orgasm. Karen had 
been amazed when she discovered Kathie playing with herself because she 
remembered that she'd never started doing any herself until she was eleven 
or twelve. She thought back and remembered several times when her genitals 
had felt awfully good while in a hot tub of water or maybe after one of 
those dreams she could never quite remember, but she was certain she'd never 
consciously touched herself there with her fingers as Kathie was doing. 

At first it had been merely pleasant to touch herself in the forbidden place 
between her legs but during the past several months it had become deeply 
pleasurable to her even though she didn't do it all that often. She'd heard 
from a few older girl friends at school enough to make her aware of what 
might generally be expected. It seemed to her that sometime the groovy thing 
her friends called "coming" would happen to her. 

Even though the ultimate thrill had thus far been denied her the torrid sex 
session she had just witnessed drove her closer to it than she had ever 
been, she believed. She slowed her manipulations of herself to a gentle, 
irregular touch and felt the excitement ebb away as gradually as it had 
come. When she looked at Kathie she saw that she, as well, had slowed the 
movements of her fingers inside the tender swelling of her tiny orifice. She 
was mystified by the way Kathie was bent over with her face as close as she 
could get it to the smooth, hairless little lips. She seemed to be examining 
her genitals more than playing with them. 

"Does yours do like this?" she said abruptly, looking up suddenly and 
catching her sister's eye. Her guileless attitude made Karen feel guilty and 
embarrassed by comparison. 

"Uh ... what do you mean, does mine do like what?" asked Karen with only a 
trace of impatience. 

"Well, it feels real good to rub it but after a while it gets real dry, you 
know, till it kind of hurts unless I stop," Kathie replied matter of factly. 

"Oh, well, that's just because-" 

"You mean yours does the same thing?" Kathie broke in. 

"No, but it did when I was your age." Karen's continual preoccupation with 
her developing body was once more exhibiting itself. It occurred to her that 
this was yet another way in which she was more, "grown-up" than Kathie, so 
she was delighted to explain. 

"No, silly, mine's different. Yours will be too when you get as old as I am. 
See, what's wrong is that it's too dry. When you frig it, it feels good but 
it needs to be real wet to make it keep feeling good for a long time without 
hurting." 

Although Karen's sexual excitement was gone, the dampness was still quite 
present on her genitals as well as on the fabric of the panties that covered 
them. Because she was still wet there it was very easy to answer Kathie's 
question. But she was naturally curious about Kathie's practice of the 
secret act. "How long have you been doing that, anyway? I didn't know you 
ever did things like that. You better not ever let Mom catch you at it" 

"Oh, I learned how from seeing you do it." Karen gave a start, surprised and 
more than a little embarrassed. But Kathie continued, "I saw you fooling 
around once under your nightgown in bed when you didn't know I was watching. 
I just stayed real quiet and watched you till I found out just what you were 
doing, then I tried it on myself. I knew you'd be real mad if anybody saw 
you because Mom came up the stairs for something and when you heard her you 
stopped and didn't do it anymore." 

It irritated Karen that Kathie had been spying on her, but there was hardly 
anything she could say under the circumstances. The little minx! The way she 
was talking, she must have been doing it to herself a lot. Probably even 
more often than she did. 

A noise in the other room attracted their attention and they saw that Jerri 
and Rodney already had their clothes on and were going out the door. They 
hurriedly shifted things back to normal at their viewing post and ran back 
into their bedroom. Minutes later when Jerri opened the door to check on 
them, they were innocently watching their television set. Rodney was right 
beside her but she didn't introduce him to them. She told them to be good 
and not go running around the house, that she and Rodney were going out for 
a few minutes to get something to eat. 

They nodded obediently and Karen gave them a big smile. Actually the smile 
was all for Rodney, but it wouldn't do to have Jerri know her intention. She 
remembered how groovy he looked in bed with her sister and how she wished 
several times while watching that she could have him doing things to her. 
And when Jerri opened the door, she was certain that Rodney had looked in 
and seen her even though Jerri hadn't bothered to introduce them. It just so 
happened that she was sitting in an awfully careless position and she knew 
that he could have seen a long ways up her loose-fitting dress with very 
little trouble. She smiled to herself and hoped he'd got a good look. Had 
he, she wondered? And if he had, did it give him, maybe, any ideas? 

There was always Kenny, of course, her fourteen-year-old boyfriend. But all 
he'd ever tried to do to her was just kiss her a few times and she thought 
he was probably afraid to try more. If only he knew the things she was 
willing to let him try with her if he would just do it. She could hardly 
wait to put into action a lot of the things she'd seen Rodney and Jerri 
doing and to have someone make her feel the way Rodney made Jerri feel. 

The night was filled with unspoken desires. At the restaurant where their 
mother was finishing dinner with Terry, the man was wondering just how frank 
he should be with her. He was completely dazzled by her good looks and a few 
years before he would have already been trying to get her in bed. But since 
the accident his sex life had undergone a radical change. He had learned 
from bitter experience that it wasn't every woman that could accept having a 
man make love to her with his mouth alone. He was only going to be in town 
for one week-end, should he risk revealing his secret? 

Jane interrupted his train of thought. "The dinner was great," she told him. 
"If it weren't for having my daughter home from college and a whole houseful 
at home, I'd ask you by for coffee." 

Terry told her she had to be kidding. "A daughter in college? Impossible!" 
He had said things like that before to women at one time or another but this 
time he really meant it. 

She smiled modestly. She had already decided that Terry was good-looking. 
Now she was beginning to like him quite a lot. 

He thanked her for the invitation she wasn't able to extend and told her if 
she could make it, he'd love to have her drop by where he was staying before 
taking her home. His cousin, the same friend of Jane's who had arranged 
their meeting, was away for the night. That's why they had been especially 
concerned about having someone for him to go out with. Before another hour 
had passed, he was parking the car in front of their house. 

"See," he said to her, throwing open the door, "nobody around but us, Hope 
you don't mind." 

"Not at all," she responded, "after all those people in the restaurant, the 
quiet is a pleasant change from all the bustle. The food was great but there 
did seem to be quite a crowd there." 

"What would you care for?" he asked her. When they sat down to drink the 
nightcap, he shifted his feet restlessly for a minute and then plunged on. 
He told her he knew of her husband's fairly recent death and offered his 
condolences. She thought it was awfully nice of him, but was afraid he'd 
think she were still grieving. When she explained her acceptance of his 
death and her new life without him, Terry nodded in warm approval. 

He told her he hoped that because of her own personal troubles she might be 
able to understand one of his. They were already sitting close to each other 
on the couch. She was touched by his candor and said she didn't know why 
not, touching his wrist in understanding as she spoke. He turned his hand 
and grasped her forearm, pulled her gently toward him, and met her lips over 
the top of her drink. He took the glass from her hand, sat it on the table, 
and pulled her close. 

When she didn't protest, he gripped her waist tightly and pressed his hard 
chest against the resilient bounty of her yielding breasts. The firm 
pressure made him anxious to have her torso naked before him and see what 
she looked like. Although he was completely impotent he had found that he 
could sometimes achieve climax even though his penis was soft. 

But before he could go into detail about his problem she pulled back from 
him slightly and said, "Wait, Terry. I don't want you to think I'm not 
enjoying your company. I am. Maybe too much. But we ... we can't let 
ourselves be so-" 

"Then you admit you're attracted to me! But don't you see? There's no 
problem then. Because I feel the same way about you. The minute I met you 
tonight I wondered where in the world my cousin found such a beautiful date 
for me," he gushed. 

"But that's just it," she went on. "The ... the way we're making each other 
feel might make us allow each other too much." 

"No, no," he rushed on. "Let me explain. You're probably worried about being 
with a man so soon after your husband died. You're probably thinking -let's 
be mature about it-that you don't want to let another man have you like your 
husband did, isn't that it? You'd feel bad about letting a man make love to 
you, about letting him enter you and consummate the relationship as he did 
with you?" 

The sudden rush of new ideas stunned her. His very nearness to her started a 
physical response in her even though she didn't want to admit it. And the 
things he was saying were adding more to her anxiety. "I ... well, I don't 
know. I guess if you mean ... maybe I do feel a little bit that way but I 
can't-" 

Her indecision was all he needed. He grabbed her close again and this time 
she felt his hand touch her in a place that made it difficult for her to 
think straight. Drawing her close to him again with his brawny left arm he 
dropped his right hand into her lap and began shamelessly caressing her 
there. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "Relax, Jane, I can give 
you what you need without taking you. I can leave you intact and still give 
you the kind of love you need." 

Now he was irrepressible. He saw the possibility of the only kind of love he 
was able to have and wasn't about to let the opportunity escape. In an 
instant he had urged her backward onto the couch and had his hand on her 
legs. 

"Terry, Terry, what ... what are you doing? Please, I don't understand ... 
wait-" she faltered. But he wouldn't let her finish. 

"Don't talk, Jane. No questions, please. You understand this, don't you?" He 
traced his thumb and forefinger up the inside of her panty hose and she 
moved her legs nervously. "And you understand this, don't you?" he pressed. 
He stuck his hand under the bottom of her blouse and she felt the warmth of 
his hand on her naked stomach. "You understand this," he insisted. His hand 
disappeared all the way underneath her skirt and still she felt his fingers. 
Now she felt herself opening her thighs, felt herself yielding. "And this!" 
he exclaimed. 

And oh she did, she did. His aggressive fingers now busied themselves at the 
very apex of her long, slender legs. The only thing between his fingertips 
and the damp seat of her desire was a few millimeters of the mesh fabric of 
her all too thin panty hose crotch. She told herself this couldn't be 
happening but some hungry part of herself she didn't even want to lay claim 
to would have things no other way. 

In some dim corner of her brain she imagined him jerking his pants off and 
burying a giant erection in the tight vee of her firm thighs. There was no 
way for her to know that something quite different was about to happen to 
her. She half rose on her elbows in a feeble attempt to loosen herself from 
his potent love grip. But when she reached toward him to make some sort of 
resistance, her hands somehow settled around his neck and only pulled him 
closer. 

"Oh God, .you want it, don't you? You know what I can do for you with my 
face between your legs and you can't wait!" he gleefully rasped. 

She started to speak. She started to answer him, she had to say something. 
But when she opened her mouth all she seemed able to make a few ineffectual 
mumbling noises amid short, breathy sighs. 

"I know, honey," he mumbled, his mouth in the folds of her skirt. "You can 
feel it coming and you need it on your cunt. Don't worry, here I come with 
it!" 

With that he rooted his nose around on the front of her skirt until he 
succeeded in gaining entry to the dark, humid interior of her clothing. His 
fingers were already at work on her mesh-encased genitals. When his hot 
breath filtered through the fine material of her panty hose she experienced 
a warm rush of blood through her veins. She knew he was bound to touch her 
soon with his mouth but she couldn't be sure when or where. 

The warm, musky scent of her femininity wafted into his nostrils like an 
aphrodisiac. He pressed his finger into the humid confines of her hot 
orifice and with a crazed twisting motion of his neck he snapped his teeth 
together on the waistband of her panty hose. He jerked his hand back and 
with his teeth clenched tightly on the wispy undergarment, he reared back 
and ripped it all the way down to her knees. Diving over the remaining 
shreds of the fabric, he slid his face up her glistening inner thighs and 
planted his open mouth on the thick growth of her blondish muff. The wet 
touch sent a hot flash through her groin and she threw her legs open as wide 
as they could go. "Oooooh," she moaned. 

With his free hand he loosened his pants and jockey shorts to midthigh. His 
penis, though not small, gave no indication of his passion. It hung from his 
pubic hair in a state of semisoftness. But what Jane couldn't see didn't 
bother her, and his intense oral attack on her sex made it completely 
impossible for her to rise even if she'd wanted to. She didn't. At first 
only the general form of his face could be felt by her. Then his ravaging 
mouth worked through the thick protective curls and he plastered his lips 
directly on the sweet open slit of her moist mound. 

Now it dawned on her what he must have meant about his "problem." For some 
reason or rather he must be the kind of guy who prefers to- "unghhh." she 
groaned, loosening the thread of her thought as his wet lips worked on her 
pussy-but it didn't matter. The oral caress he was bestowing upon her heated 
organ was making much more sense to her than anything she could manage to 
piece together in her brain, anyway. 

A few times when her late husband had been drunk he had made love to her 
like this and she had loved it. But she could never get him to do it any 
other time and she now realized something inside her had been wanting this 
to happen for a long time. He was driving her mad with the sensual, 
attentive touches of his lips and fingers. He crouched on his knees and went 
down on her like a gourmand at a holiday feast. 

Terry added a new thrill. With drops of sweat coursing off his face, he 
lovingly stretched the skin back from the top of her aroused clitoris. The 
sensitive tip of the tiny organ glistened like a meaty pearl in the tight 
folds of her moist outer lips. Massaging the inner surfaces of her vulva 
with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he stretched the skin of her 
upper genitals tight with the other hand and generously applied the fat red 
end of his tongue to the wet flesh inside. With tantalizing stabs of his 
tongue he worked his way nearer and nearer to the exposed jewel. 

Thus far she had only been able to moan softly and twitch her nervous thighs 
back and forth against his rugged face. But now she had to make herself 
heard. "Oh my God, touch it ... please touch it!" she cried. 

He didn't answer her with words, only with the action of his mouth. She 
didn't expect him to speak to her; she didn't want him to speak. It would 
have meant precious seconds away from her warm, moisture-laden sex flesh. 

"Oh, mouth it for me ... please, Terry, tongue it off for me. You're driving 
me crazy down there!" 

The words she was uttering made her terribly embarrassed. She felt like the 
lowest kind of slut for saying such things but she was so excited she 
couldn't help it. Her face turned crimson from shame but it was already so 
flushed from the heat of her arousal that there was little change in her 
appearance. 

Terry was receiving a tremendous thrill from her. She was obviously either a 
woman who dearly loved to have herself stimulated by a man's mouth or else 
one who had maybe never experienced such a thing before. He felt a spark of 
life in his penis. He knew it would be too much to expect to have it grow 
stiff, but maybe, just maybe ... 

"That's it, oh yeah, that's it ... that's what I need," she crooned. His 
tongue was making little circles around and around the little organ and she 
could feel it graze her there as he worked in closer and closer. She was 
sure now that she was going to feel the tip of his tongue on her at any 
moment. She was humping her pelvis upward now, doing everything she could to 
affect the long-desired contact. 

Her enthusiasm charged Terry with excitement. The spark of energy in his 
penis flickered a little brighter. By God, I'm gonna make it, he thought to 
himself, I can feel it now for sure. I may not be able to get a good enough 
hard-on to cram up her cunt but I can sure as hell get it up enough to shoot 
my wad. 

He was ecstatic at what was happening to him and was determined to give Jane 
abundant satisfaction. He began exhaling short bursts of hot air onto her 
clitoris as he traced a trail round and round it with his tongue. If she had 
ever thought anything unusual about the fact that he wasn't using his penis 
on her, any such thoughts had completely vanished by now. His tongue was 
pleasing her so much that she intuitively knew she was going to be able to 
reach her orgasm. 

It was true that she'd let Harry get her awfully excited the night she was 
with him. But when his premature ejaculation ended things a little too soon, 
she fell short of gaining her release even though she pretended to be so 
drunk it didn't matter. Now, with Terry, she joyfully realized it was 
impossible for her to have any such thing happen. His tongue would hardly go 
limp and give out on her, that was for sure. And the way it was madly moving 
inside her vulva, she wouldn't miss at all the spurt of sperm a penis could 
provide. 

"Go on, lover. Lick it good for me!" she squealed. "Tongue it like a 
bastard, lick it good for me!" she squealed, "Tongue it like a bastard, lick 
it till I'm dry!" 

He at last raised the spongy tip of his tongue from the tender flesh at the 
base of the organ and applied it to the sensitive spot itself. He felt her 
wrench her pelvis spasmodically, quivering her thighs and shaking her rear 
under the intense excitement. 

"Oooooooh ... oooh ... oh," she wailed. "That's doing it, that's doing it 
... oh my God, that's doing it! That's the way to lick it! Oh my God, I'm 
coming ... I'm co-co-coming ... aiiii!" 

She flapped her wet, slick inner thighs back and forth against his ears like 
a set of seal flippers and he knew she must be getting every ounce of 
satisfaction she could from him. It was then that his afflicted member 
strutted for a brief second and experienced a climax. A few drops of 
spermatozoa dribbled from his glans in mute testimony to the infrequent 
achievement. 

He was so filled with gratitude at the cooperation she had given him that he 
kept his face glued to her organs for much longer than she would ever have 
anticipated. In fact Jane began to feel the stirring of a completely new 
arousal because of it. By this time, however, several minutes had passed. 
The primitive part of her mind, the dark little corner responsible for the 
strong sex desires she couldn't usually handle, had been temporarily 
satisfied. 

Now she was much more clearheaded than she had been at any time during their 
love bout. It was depraved, she thought, to ever have let herself get so 
carried away. The shame she felt from what she'd let him do to her and the 
obscenities she had uttered to egg him on were more than enough to suppress 
the new warmth that was building up. The more she thought about it the more 
she hated to have him raise his head from her loins and meet her eyes. She 
really must exercise a lot more control over herself in the future. 

Terry was not entirely free of a few misgivings himself. The promise of 
getting what he was so seldom able to find had made him a little more 
aggressive than he liked to remember. Not to mention his hang-up with 
impotence and his total inability to engage in normal sex. Had she noticed 
his limp excuse for a penis, he wondered? Had she thought he was a crazy 
animal for using his mouth on her and not even being able to get a proper 
erection? How was it going to be when he had to face her again? He was not, 
after all, presently situated in the most decorous posture with respect to 
their position on the couch. 

Accordingly, they both behaved with exceeding humility if not with downright 
guilty consciences. In other circumstances their actions might have been 
laughable. 

"Ah ... Terry, I guess-" she finally began. 

He extracted his face from her crotch with as much dignity as he could 
muster and slowly drew himself backward. Somehow his eyes discovered 
articles of incredible interest on the other side of the room and he 
concentrated on them and continued turning sideways as he spoke. 

"Yes, Jane," he weakly replied. "I suppose we'd better-" 

He risked a furtive glance in her direction and when their eyes met they 
both nervously said, "It's getting pretty late, I guess we'd better go." 

Chancing to say the same banal words to each other filled them both with 
chagrin and they each gave a nervous laugh. Then Terry stood up and walked 
away from the couch. He got exactly one step away, then fell forward like a 
brick. He was in no frame of mind to remember that he had neglected to pull 
his pants up. 

Jane earnestly wished at the moment that she had gone to the club meeting 
she'd originally planned to attend that night. Or that she was home arguing 
with daughters. Or even that she was back in the front seat of Harry's car 
with her brain full of alcohol and her ears filled with his drunken prattle. 
Anywhere but here. 

But Terry handled things rather well, actually. He remembered to buckle his 
belt so that his pants wouldn't fall off a second time. He broke only one of 
the wine glasses they had used, and he managed to affect an air of pure 
detachment as Jane went about collecting the remains of her panty hose from 
the couch, floor, and coffee-table. As soon as she had rolled the filmy 
pieces into a ball and stuffed it deep into her purse, and after Terry had 
removed from his shoes all the loose change that had fallen there, they were 
ready to leave. 

Somehow they arrived at Jane's house with a minimum of conversation and 
within two minutes he was driving away. It was well past midnight by this 
time and Jane was definitely ready for bed. She stopped in the living room 
and looked around the house. It was good to be back home again, back where 
the most exciting thing that ever happened was when her daughter came home 
from school to visit or one of the younger girls stayed awake a little too 
late. She had been spared, of course, any knowledge of the diverse 
activities that had taken place there that very night. 

After a hot shower she was fully ready for sleep. It was so late that Jerri 
was even home, she noted. As she drifted off to sleep she couldn't help but 
feel much better about the time she had spent with Terry. Sure had been a 
lot of embarrassing incidents, but looking back on the whole evening, it 
didn't seem nearly so bad. Although she didn't want to dwell too much on it, 
she had to admit to herself that the night had been a far cry from the night 
when Harry had tried to seduce her and left her all frustrated from the 
aborted attempt. 

After all, when she came home from being with Harry she had been tense and 
unable to go to sleep until-well, until the dream she'd had. She would 
rather not recall that with too much detail. But tonight she felt completely 
different. She had to face facts. Terry's lovemaking had been wonderfully 
satisfying for her. The warm lassitude that permeated her body gave ample 
proof of that. She was quick to remind herself that she definitely shouldn't 
have let herself get into such an immoral situation. But as for the way it 
had felt to her ... well that was an entirely different matter. Entirely 
different. She drifted away to sleep and there were no dreams. 

Kathie and Karen were the first ones up the next morning because they had 
gone to sleep hours before either Jerri or their mother. The incidents 
surrounding their secret spying on Rodney and Jerri seemed to have created a 
bit of camaraderie between them. At least they weren't arguing with each 
other as much as usual. 

Watching their sister and her boyfriend make love had been very exciting in 
itself. But the discoveries they had made about each other and the 
confidences they'd exchanged about the forbidden practice of masturbation 
had created something of a common bond. One way to think of it was that they 
were both guilty of something they didn't dare let their mother know. 
Kathie, of course, was still pretty jealous of Karen's slightly advanced age 
and her superior physical development. And Karen was still awfully proud of 
the "grown-up" attributes she possessed that Kathie still lacked. She was 
also still somewhat resentful of how Kathie always seemed to be meddling in 
her business and couldn't keep her mouth shut. Yet the pair were 
considerably chummier than before, in spite of their differences. When Jane 
finally woke up and got dressed she was pleasantly surprised not to hear 
them yelling at each other. Jerri soon joined them and breakfast was long 
and enjoyable. 

It seemed to Karen a good time to get her mother's permission for something 
that had been brewing in her mind for a while. "Mom," she asked, "can Kenny 
come over some night and study with me? We're in the same class and he's a 
real brain in match. He said he'd come help me with my homework sometime if 
he could." 

"Well, well," chided Jerri. "Looks like you have a new boyfriend. I thought 
the kid that was waving at you the other day when you and Kathie were riding 
your bicycles was your boyfriend." 

"Naw," Karen said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "He's creepy. I never did 
like him. But Kenny isn't my boyfriend either. He just wants to study with 
me. Honest." 

"From the way your grades were on the last report card you sure can use some 
help," said Jane. 

Jerri winked broadly at Karen. "Looks like you're in, Sis," she said. 

Karen felt her cheeks get a little rosy. Her real reason for wanting to have 
Kenny over was nothing she could talk about. And the way Jerri acted about 
it, although she was just kidding, was far too close to the truth to be 
comfortable. 

"Well, I suppose you can have him over sometime," said Jane. "But if you 
start raising a ruckus like you and Kathie usually do then I'll have to have 
him go home." 

"Oh. we won't," she assured. "Not if we can study up in my room where 
nobody'll bother us." She cast a sidelong glance at Kathie. "I'm not the 
only one around here that makes noise, you know," she said acidly. "If 
everybody'll leave us alone and let us study, we sure won't be the ones to 
make any noise." 

But Kathie already had a gripe. "Your room?" she shrilled. "It's our room 
together, not just yours." 

Karen backed down a little. "I know it is," she admitted. "I didn't mean it 
that way." 

"You wouldn't mind staying out of the room for a couple of hours or so while 
they do their studying, would you, Kathie?" asked their mother. 

Karen's half-apology had cooled her down some. "I guess not," Kathie said. 
"If I can do the same thing sometime." 

"Then it's okay," Jane told Karen. "Just as long as you tell me ahead of 
time which night you want him to come." 

"My my," interjected Jerri. She smiled at Kathie and said, "Do you have a 
boyfriend that you want to have over some night too?" 

"Well, not really. There are some boys at school that have asked me to be 
their girlfriend though," she responded. 

Karen looked at her with an air of condescension as if to say that one one 
her age could possibly have a boyfriend. 

"But I might have a girl friend over sometime to study with me or 
something," she went on, ignoring Karen's disdainful look. 

"Speaking of boyfriends, when do we get to see a little more of Rodney, 
Jerri?" asked Jane. "Your sisters haven't even met him yet. You certainly 
have been seeing enough of him. You must like him quite a bit. How about 
it?" 

"Oh, he's pretty nice but there's no big thing between us. We both date 
other people a lot when we're back at school. I'm not about to get married 
or anything if that's what you're driving at, Mom. We just enjoy each 
other's company-actually we just have a very casual relationship." 

The girls had been listening attentively ever since Rodney's name had come 
up. At this point they gave each other a meaningful look and a quick grin. 
But Kathie couldn't carry it off. She started to giggle and in a desperate 
attempt to keep from it, she slapped her hand over her mouth and blew out a 
great gust of air. 

"What's wrong with you?" asked Jane, as everyone turned their eyes on the 
girl. 

"A grapefruit seed, Mom," she lied. "It got stuck. Sorry." 

The phone rang. Jane picked up the kitchen extension and turned to Karen 
with a puzzled smile. "It's for you, dear. Know anybody named Kenny?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Karen was obviously pleased at having Kenny call her even though she tried 
to hide it. "I'll take it upstairs," she coolly answered, affecting her most 
disinterested tone of voice. 

"Hi, Kenny," she said. "If you called about studying together like we were 
talking about the other day, you almost blew it. I was going to find out 
first if I could and then tell you, remember?" 

"Oh. Sorry. Well, do you know yet? Can we study together at your house?" he 
asked. 

"Yes," she replied. "And guess what-we get to study up in my room with no 
little pests around. Groovy, huh?" 

Since Kenny was a year older and a year ahead of Karen in school, she 
considered him older and more of a catch than any boy in her own class. She 
considered it something of an honor to have him show any interest in her and 
wanted to make sure she was the equal of any girl in his own class. She gave 
him a date a few nights away and he said he could make it. Since he still 
hadn't shown the kind of enthusiasm she expected about her special 
arrangement to study together in the privacy of her upstairs room, she 
thought maybe she'd better make things more emphatic. She knew she was cute 
enough to beat out some of his other girl friends but she wanted to let him 
know she was capable of doing something about it if she took a notion, too. 

"Kenny," she purred, her voice as sexy as she could make it. "Nobody else is 
on the line. You can say anything you want to." 

He took her lead. "Okay," he answered. "When I come over to study with you 
do we have to spend all our time with the books?" 

It was something exactly like she hoped he would say. Now it was her turn. 

"No, silly. Not at all. Not as long as my mom thinks that's what we're 
doing," she said. "There might be a lot of things we could do. I guess you 
already have some ideas about that. I may surprise you though. I have some 
ideas myself." 

He gave a little laugh. "Yeah? Great! Listen, do you think you'll be wearing 
the blouse I saw you in the other day when I went past your house and you 
waved at me from your patio? It really does things for you. If you know what 
I mean." 

She giggled. "I think I know what you mean," she told him. "I won't tell you 
for certain. Wait and find out for yourself when you come over. Okay?" 

"Okay. But I hope you do," he said. 

"You'll see," she replied. 

After she hung up she went to her room and got the blouse. It gave her a big 
thrill to find out he'd remembered what it looked like. She held it up to 
herself in the mirror. It was no wonder he wanted her to wear it. It wasn't 
the clingy kind that let a guy see a girl's boobies like the tie-dye 
tee-shirts her big sister wore. But in its own way it was even better. It 
had huge sleeves that fit onto the bodice with big armholes. If someone was 
standing just right they could see all the way inside and get a nice look at 
the boobies with nothing on them but the bra. 

He must have really been looking at her close if he noticed how it was made, 
she thought. With a mixture of embarrassment and pride, she suddenly 
wondered if he might have seen into the armholes as he rode by. It was 
mostly pride she experienced. She spent a lot of time every night looking in 
the mirror after she took her bath and she was convinced her boobies were as 
good as any girl's in her class. Kenny had probably been inside a few girls' 
bras before, she thought, but she believed her boobies measured up well with 
the competition unless the girl was quite a bit older and had real big ones. 

It gave her a charge to think of having Kenny sneaking peeks inside her 
blouse while they were in her room. She knew darned well her nipples would 
get hard if he did. They always did when things like that happened. But her 
bra would cover them, so he couldn't tell if they got hard or not. 

She did a little pirouette in front of the mirror, allowing the peasant 
skirt she wore to flare high up over her knees and give a fleeting glance of 
her underpants. What would Kenny think if he ever got to see that, she 
mused. She stood in front of the mirror and carefully pulled the hem up 
until it stopped just short of her crotch. It wouldn't be vain of her to say 
that she had pretty legs, she decided. They were long for her frame, with 
cutely rounded knees and slender, well-contoured thighs and calves. And it 
wasn't just her own opinion either. Lots of times on the street she would 
catch men looking at her legs as she walked. Not just boys her age-many were 
grown-ups, the kind of men who like to look at an adult lady's legs and 
wouldn't bother to look at the legs of a girl her age unless they were 
pretty special. 

She hung the blouse back up and went downstairs. Jane and Jerri were gone to 
town and only Kathie was there. She was watching television so she took 
advantage of the situation and returned to her room. It wasn't often she 
took a nap during the day, but today she felt like just that. With Kathie 
occupied in the living room maybe she could get some sleep. 

She stripped off her clothes and started to yank on her nightgown when she 
realized how silly it was. It was only because she was used to wearing it at 
night, and her mother had always told her it was unladylike to sleep in 
nothing but your underclothes. She climbed into bed in just her panties and 
bra. Actually she would been more comfortable without the bra, but it was so 
new to her and she was so happy about finally having something to fill one 
that she always slept in it. 

She shook her hair out and burrowed her head into the pillow. It sure was 
nice to be between a pair of cool, clean sheets. That made her remember how 
Jerri and Rodney had talked so much about getting under the sheets and then 
wound up making love on top of the bedspread and never waiting till they 
were under the sheets at all. In her mind's eye she could see them getting 
undressed and running their hands over each other. 

The memory of Rodney's muscular body stuck in her mind like a billboard. It 
would have been fun just to get to see him naked, with his wide shoulders 
and his thick, man-size penis like she'd never seen before. But the things 
he did to her big sister-wow! She had decided right then and there that she 
wasn't going to let herself miss out on such things just because she was a 
little young- She was old enough to have boobies, wasn't she? She lay in bed 
on her back and ran her fingers up her stomach to her bra. She inserted a 
couple under the cup of the right-hand side and then the left-hand side. 
They were there all right, as smooth and firm as ever. 

She knew darned well plenty of boys would want to see them if they could. 
And touch them, too. It was true that she wasn't able yet to have an orgasm, 
but she thought she'd undoubtedly get the knack of it soon. And until she 
did, she was willing to consider letting a boy stick in his rod and give her 
the business anyway. Even if she couldn't quite have a climax she was sure 
that the feeling would still be well worth the effort. 

After massaging her tightly brassiered young breasts for a while she turned 
onto her side and let her hand drop between her legs. She honestly meant to 
take a nice long nap at the time she crawled into bed. But letting herself 
think again about Rodney and her sister had made her a little warm inside 
her panties. It felt so good playing with herself the night she watched them 
that she wondered why she didn't fool around with herself a lot more often. 
She rubbed her hand slowly up and down the front of the thin undergarment 
and luxuriated in the way the warmth increased and spread through the tender 
flesh of her organs. 

For once, Kathie was out of the room. Why not treat herself to a nice little 
interlude of finger play? It wasn't that often she got to be alone. She 
smiled to herself and thought about what might happen when Kenny came to 
visit. As she thought of him she worked her forefinger inside the leg-band 
of her panties. She wondered if he had ever gone all the way with a girl. 
She also spent a long time trying to imagine what his penis might look like. 
It probably was much smaller than Rodney's, she reasoned, but so what? 
Rodney was much older. She thought of how it would be to remove the thing 
from his fly like she'd seen Jerri do with Rodney. Whatever its size, she 
sure would like to put her hands inside his pants and frig it for him. 

She squirmed her hand farther into her panties until she had all five 
fingers there. For a few minutes she toyed with herself without going inside 
the moist, pouting lips. But she soon nee led a lot more love at the site. 
There wasn't room to move. She went ahead and stripped the panties down to 
her knees she she could have full access to her organs. 

For along time she lay stroking herself, slowly at first and then faster and 
faster. It was beautiful to use her hands on herself like she was doing, and 
she brought herself to a state of excitement almost as high as when she was 
watching her sister and boyfriend. She kept it up for several minutes but 
she could never get any closer than before to the magic place she knew 
existed. After nearly a hour of lying in bed without going to sleep, she 
finally dozed off. 

But there was something new about the way she slept. Instead of having the 
warm, pleasant feeling go away like it used to when she was younger, her 
genitals remained excited. She was getting older now and her sex desires 
were increasing. Because of the trace of passion left in her loins she dozed 
off to sleep with her fingers still placed gingerly between her legs. And 
because she had become overheated from all her activity underneath the 
covers, she pushed them aside and lay with only her feet and part of one leg 
covered up. 

That's exactly the way Kathie found her when she walked into their room a 
half hour later. She had a big book under her arm and was dying to show 
Karen some pictures in it. It surprised her very much to find her asleep. 
Besides that, Kathie was stopped by her position-covers barely covering her 
body, panties down to her knees, and last but not least, her hand plainly 
touching her naked genitals. Karen had a family reputation for being a sound 
sleeper. Kathie decided to take advantage of it. 

The book she had with her was an old volume she'd found in some of their 
father's things still left in the attic. It was musty and faded but a few 
pictures in it had immediately caught Kathie's eye. Some Asian temples were 
pictured and on two of them there were giant sculptings that showed naked 
women with their arms around each other. One even showed two young women 
quite plainly fondling each other's exposed genitals. Kathie was going to 
show it to Karen and ask if she had ever heard of two girls doing such a 
thing to each other. Well, it was her tough luck not to be awake so she 
could see them, she decided. And coming upon her sister's sleeping form had 
given her a better idea anyway. 

She shook the bed hard to make sure Karen wasn't just catnapping. Just as 
she thought. Not the slightest move. Ever since they had masturbated in 
front of each other that night Kathie had been awfully curious about a few 
things. If Rodney and her big sister Jerri could make each other "come," as 
Karen called it, why couldn't she or Karen manage to do it alone? The 
picture gave her the idea for a way to do it. Maybe two girls could do 
things to each other, sort of like a man and woman did together. 

And another thing. Why didn't she have a cunny that got wet after being 
played with for a while, like Karen's did? She didn't quite believe what her 
sister had told her-that it was just a matter of a girl's age. She didn't 
see how there could be that much difference between her arid Karen. Kathie 
had finally gotten the notion that maybe if she rubbed a little of Karen's 
"cunny wetness" on her own small organs she might be able to play with 
herself for a long time like Karen was able to do. 

Gee, this is going to be fun, she thought, to herself as she sat down on the 
bed beside her sister. She raised Karen's hand from its position between her 
thighs and it flopped on the bed like she was dead. Good ... still no sign 
of waking up. Kathie looked at the pictures in the book. She was wearing 
jeans, so she lowered the top and unzipped them to get at her sex. Then she 
took Karen's limp hand and moved it toward her naked pelvis. 

Wonder what it'll feel like to have my cunny touched by a girl's hand? she 
mused. She laid Karen's lifeless hand oil her naked V. If the youngster had 
stopped there maybe things would have been all right. But when she put her 
hand on Karen's genitals, it was going too far. Even she didn't sleep so 
deeply that she wouldn't stir when someone put their hand there in that 
sensitive region. She groggily rubbed her eyes and shifted around on the 
bed. The movement scared Kathie and she dashed for the door but Karen 
managed to awaken herself too soon for her to escape. She sat up and yanked 
her panties up where they belonged, then jerked the bed covers over her 
seminaked body. 

She yelled at Kathie and asked her what was going on. When she asked if she 
touched her just before she woke up, Kathie confessed. Then she grabbed the 
book, showed Karen the pictures, and explained her idea about trying to see 
if two girls could make each other come by frigging each other. Karen was 
irate, in spite of all Kathie's protests, and told her, "Only queers do 
stuff like that. Is that what you want to be, dummy-an old queer?" 

The word didn't mean much to Kathie, so it went in one ear and out the 
other. But it was obvious Karen was completely opposed to the idea. She 
showed her the book again and told Karen, "But look, these statues are doing 
things with each other. Statues can't be 'queer,' can they?" 

Karen said she didn't care what kind of pictures she had found; people who 
fooled around like that with others of the same sex were queers. Kathie left 
the bedroom and decided not to talk about it anymore. She had her own ideas 
and she didn't think Karen knew much more than she did about such things. 
But she knew better than to include her sister in any future experiments. 
After she was gone, Karen lay in bed and thought about what happened. She 
wasn't absolutely sure about what she had told Kathie, but that's what she'd 
heard around school. And in any case she didn't want her dumb little sister 
to think she knew more about something that she did. But then she remembered 
how it felt to wake up with Kathie's hand between her thighs. Gee, to tell 
the truth, it really had felt good. Hmmmm. She didn't know quite what to 
make of that. 

She was planning to go back to sleep now that she was rid of her little 
sister again but the phone rang. She knew her mother and older sister were 
still out of the house and when it rang the fourth time she realized Kathie 
must be out in the yard or someplace and she'd have to answer it herself. 
She hopped out of bed and dashed through the hall in her panties and bra. 
She knew her mother would have yelled at her for running around outside her 
room with nothing on but her underwear but she was angry for -having to 
answer it and didn't care what she wore. It was probably Jerri or her mother 
calling home for something. But when she said hello, a man's voice came over 
the wire. 

"Well, hello there," he cheerily said in a low, strong masculine voice. 
"Your mother home?" 

When Karen replied that she wasn't, he said quickly, "That's okay, sugar, 
wait a minute. Don't hang up yet. You'll do. You must be one of her 
daughters, right? How old are you?" 

She thought it was strange for him to ask her that instead of her name, but 
she told him anyway. She kept trying to think who it might be and when he 
didn't identify himself she asked who was calling. He said his name was 
Mister Smith and he was making a survey for a women's clothing company. At 
the mention of clothes, Karen's attention was immediately captured. 

"Could I answer the questions for your survey, Mister Smith?" she asked. 
"I'm not a grown lady yet so I don't wear fashion clothes or anything like 
that but you said I'd do if my mother wasn't here." 

She didn't know it but her youth and gullibility made her much more 
desirable to answer questions for the man's "survey" than her mother. But 
seeing that she was so enthusiastic about it, he played her along and took 
advantage of her interest. "I guess I might be able to use a girl as young 
as you in my survey," he teasingly said. "But it's designed for women 
mainly. You might not know how to-" 

"No, I can do it!" she broke in. "I'm real mature for my age. I know lots 
about clothes and stuff." 

"Actually you don't need to know too much about fashion and clothes in 
general," he said. "This is more of a personal survey ... you know, about 
you as an individual. That's why surveys are taken." 

"That's okay," she volunteered. "I can do that too. Hang on a sec, will you? 
I'm freezing. I was taking a nap when you called and I don't have many 
clothes on. Back in a jiffy!" 

She dashed to her bedroom and tossed a dressing gown over her shoulders. 
This is going to be fun, she thought to herself. Wait till I tell the kids 
at school I was in a survey like they have in magazines and stuff. At the 
phone again, she breathlessly told him she was back, to go ahead with the 
survey. 

"You said something about being cold before you left the phone just now," he 
said. "What did you mean by that? You said you didn't have many clothes 
on-what were you wearing?" 

She gave a little laugh. "Just my underwear. I told you I'd been taking a 
nap when you called. I had to run throw something on." 

If she had been listening very close she could have heard the man take a 
deep breath. His voice became thicker. 

"Tell me what it looks like. What kind of gown did you put on?" he asked, 
homing in on her. 

"Just a little white lacy thing," she replied. "You know, the kind girls 
wear in the bedroom. Why?" 

"Part of the survey is what you happen to be wearing at the time of the 
call," he explained. "There'll be lots of questions I need to ask you. I 
can't stop to explain why each time. NOW what does your dressing gown look 
like? You said it was white and lacy. How does it fit?" 

He sounded a little irritated, she thought. It was silly of her to ask why. 
She'd better just answer his questions and not ask any more herself. She 
might blow it. 

"Oh, it's knee length and has short sleeves," she replied, hoping to answer 
well enough to get back in his favor. "It's got a drawstring front and is 
made out of some kind of gauzy, thin material. It has a few flowers 
embroidered on it and fits me real loose." 

"Hmmm ... yes," he muttered, purposely pausing as though taking notes as she 
spoke. In actual fact the man was simply sitting in his bedroom with his 
pants half off and his hand in his lap. "And your underwear," he went on. 
"You said all you had on at first was your underwear. Exactly what kind of 
underwear?" 

"Well, just my panties and bra. You know. Let's see," she said, pausing to 
look down, "my panties are light blue, just the regular kind. And my bra is 
white. I didn't even know what color my panties were until I looked down at 
them. Isn't that silly? You know, you get used to what you're wearing and 
you forget things like what color they are. Especially your undies." 

Before he could respond, she noticed something that she feared might be to 
her discredit, and hastened to amplify on what she'd said. "I know my bra 
doesn't match my panties. The color, I mean. But sometimes if I'm just 
around the house I just wear any old color. If I was going out-even just to 
school or something-I'd either wear a pair of white panties to match my bra 
or a blue bra to match my panties. Maybe not a light blue bra. I don't know 
if I have one that's the very same shade. But a-" 

"Yes," he said huskily, "yes, I'm sure ... now about your bra. You said you 
were thirteen, didn't you? There are many girls your age who don't wear a 
bra yet. Would you say you're pretty mature for your age ... I mean, 
physically mature? How long have you been wearing a bra, if you don't mind 
my asking?" 

She didn't mind at all. Now he was in an area where she could show off. And 
somehow it was strangely exciting to her to be talking about things like 
this to a man. If he'd been there in person she might have been embarrassed, 
but this was different. 

"I think you could say I'm pretty mature for my age, yeah," she said, her 
chest puffing out. "I've been wearing a bra for almost a year now. I was the 
first girl in my class to start wearing one for real. A couple of my friends 
wore them before they really needed it, you know, just to impress the boys. 
They must have put tissue paper in there or something. I was the first one 
that had anything on my chest to really truly fill a bra, though. Is that 
what you mean?" 

"Yes ... yes, that's it," he said. "And when you said 'really truly fill a 
bra' you meant that your ... that your breasts had grown large enough to 
need support ... right?" 

"Yeah," she replied. "Large enough. I don't know about the 'support' thing, 
though. I mean, they don't sag or anything. They stick right out in front. 
Man, if I didn't wear a bra you could see my nips pooching out through all 
my blouses." 

"Your ... your 'nips'?" questioned the man. 

She giggled. "My nipples, you know." 

"Yes, yes," he said. "The nipples on your breasts. Or do you call them that? 
What do you and your friends call them?" 

A little laugh. "Oh, just 'titties' I guess. I never thought about it 
before. Or 'ninnies' That's what my little sister calls them and sometimes I 
do too. Or if they're real big, like on a really stacked lady, maybe tits' 
or 'knockers' or 'jugs' I don't know." 

"And right now the only thing you're wearing is the little dressing gown and 
your panties and bra?" he said. His voice was real funny, she thought, and 
he was talking faster. 

"Yeah," she reconfirmed, "that's all. But jeez, nobody can see me. I'm 
upstairs in the hall by my bedroom." 

"Listen, sugar, you've been very helpful to me," he said to her, "very 
helpful, indeed." 

"But we haven't talked much about clothes yet, you're not through 
interviewing me yet, are you?" she inquired petulantly. 

"Almost," he answered, his voice sounding gruff and wheezy. "I'm almost 
through. Listen, are you sitting down or standing up? What position are you 
in?" 

"I'm just just sitting here on the table with one leg swung over the side 
and the other under my arm," she innocently replied. "My knee is under my 
arm and I'm holding the phone with my other arm. You know, just normal." 

"And your underwear," he went on. "Are your panties and bra visible or does 
your dressing down cover them up?" 

She was puzzled, but also a little excited at his interest in her. "The 
front of my gown's open, so you can see my panties real easy. I mean if 
anybody was here, they could see them-nobody is, of course! And the gown's 
real thin; you can see right through it. So my blue bra's easy to see too." 

"Yeah?" he said. "It is, huh?" 

His voice was shaky now, and she could make some kind of rhythmic little 
noise in the background. Something really weird was going on, she felt, even 
though she didn't quite know what it was. 

"Well, let me tell you something, sugar. Let me tell you what I'd like to do 
for you for being so helpful with my little interview. You're on that end of 
the line and I'm on this end, so I can't really do this, you understand. But 
this is what I'd like to do if I could," he continued. His voice was deep 
and gravelly now, and Karen could hear his breath coming faster and faster. 

"If I was at your house," he told her, "I'd like to come up there in that 
hall and see you sitting there all sweet and pretty in that thin gown you're 
wearing. I'd like to take it off and get you down to your underwear again. 
But I wouldn't stop there. I'd take that bra off and let those fine little 
tits of yours pop out, and I'd strip them panties off your ass and I'd slide 
'em off your legs and get you naked as the day you was born." 

She couldn't believe he was saying things like that to her, but she seemed 
charmed somehow, like a bird before a snake, and she couldn't hang up the 
phone even though she knew the things he said were terribly nasty and dirty 
and that her mother would paddle her bottom if she could know. 

"I'd throw them undies of yours down the stairs and I'd take you off that 
table and lay you down on the carpet. I'd get a nice handful of those tits 
and I'd spread your legs and make you open up so I could see every hair on 
your little cunt. How would you like that, sweetheart, huh? Then I'd open my 
fly and give you a look at something big and hard, baby, and I'd stoop down 
and give you a kiss on the lips and then I'd shove my prick into your mouth 
and make you suck it. 

"I'd stick my fingers between your legs and feel up your pussy hairs for a 
few minutes while you sucked me off, then I'd rub your pussy lips till you 
got hot as a little bitch. And believe me, baby, you would! Then I'd put you 
down on your back and I'd fit the head of my cock in that sweet little hole 
of yours and I'd-" 

His breath was coming in great torrents now and she was so caught up in the 
things he was saying that she interrupted him, her voice nervous and 
excited. 

"My gosh, mister," she exclaimed, "Then what would you do to me, huh? Then 
what would you do?" 

"You hot little slut, you wanna know, don't you? You wanna know!" He was now 
barely intelligible and the little splat splat splat sound was coming over 
the phone faster and faster. "I'd slip your legs around mine and I'd push my 
big prick down into your little cunt, that's what I'd do. I'd hunch it up 
your hole and show you what it feels like to be fucked, sugar, do you hear? 
Fucked! I'd pound your little pussy with my cock and I'd squeeze those 
little tits and I'd give you a nice good fucking, I'd ... oh, God, I'd ... 
I'd fuck your little cunt till you cried for more ... I'd fuck you, baby , 
... fuck, fuck, fuck ... you hear me fuck your cunt till I ... oh my God, 
till I ... oh ... oh ... ahhhhh!" 

Karen heard a noise that sounded like the phone banging onto the floor. 
"Hello?" she said. "Hello, hello? Hey, are you still-" She stopped herself 
and came back to her senses. The spell created by hearing the man's dirty 
words was broken. She put the phone into its cradle and looked around her 
nervously. Good. Still nobody around. 

All she had been doing was just listening to him, yet she felt guilty 
somehow and afraid someone might know what he'd been saying to her. It was a 
good thing Kathie wasn't around eavesdropping. She went to the bedroom and 
put on her clothes. As she slipped her skirt on over her smooth, slender 
legs she noticed that her panties were damp between the thighs. Gee, she 
thought to herself, I guess listening to all that sexy stuff kinda got me 
hot some. 

She dashed into the bathroom, skinned her panties down, and tossed them into 
the clothes hamper, then got a clean pair from the chest of drawers. She 
yanked a handful of toilet tissue off the spindle and held it under the tap, 
then spread her legs and dabbed herself with it. She ran it all over her 
vulva and even stuck it down into her vagina a little, letting the water mop 
up all traces of the moisture caused by her excitement. Then she took 
another handful, soaked it with especially cold water under the tap, and 
gave her genitals a final going over. 

"Eeek," she cried. The water was awfully cold and gave a quite a shock to 
her warm organs. Soon, however, the arousal she had felt was gone and she 
was glad to be free again. She intuitively knew that if she hadn't done 
something it would have become so hot between her legs that she would have 
had to masturbate herself. Fresh and clean again, she went downstairs. 

She wondered who the man on the phone had been and how he knew their number. 
By that time she had realized that he was a phony and that his story about 
being an interviewer for some survey was nothing but malarkey. She still 
felt a little guilty and embarrassed about letting him fool her into 
listening to him. But while it was going on, the conversation had been 
groovy! 

Her mother and sister pulled in the driveway. On their way into the house 
her mother was talking loud and when they reached the patio Karen could hear 
what it was all about. 

"I was never so embarrassed in my life," said Jane, looking reproachfully at 
Jerri. 

"Oh, Mom, really," said Jerri. "It wasn't as bad as all .that. So I just met 
the guy, so what? Would it be any different if we had been formally 
introduced? It's old hat to insist on that nowadays. Nobody does that 
anymore ... guys and girls just meet wherever they find one another. And if 
something clicks, there's nothing wrong with the guy asking her if he can 
see her again." 

"That's not what I mean," Jane said. "It was how you met him that was so 
embarrassing to me. And if you had any self-respect, it would have 
embarrassed you, too." 

"Is it so bad he works at a gas station and that he happened to strike up a 
conversation with me while you were getting gas? That's awfully snobbish of 
you, Mom." 

"I don't mean the place you met or the fact that he works at the station, 
Jerri. You know what I mean-the thing that attracted him to you and made him 
start talking to you in the first place. It's bad enough when you go around 
the house without your bra and when you go out on the street that way it's 
even worse. I told you the other morning that it was your affair what you 
wear. But when you're out with your own mother it looks like you would have 
the decency to think how she feels about men ogling my daughter's breasts," 
she said. 

"Oh, Mom, he didn't just start talking to me because I wasn't wearing a bra. 
There were plenty of other chicks around the same way if you'd just have 
noticed them. It just happened, that's all. He just noticed me sitting there 
alone while you were in the ladies' room and started chatting with me while 
he washed off the windshield, that's all," she countered. 

The two of them had walked into the house now and were setting down their 
packages. Jane had cooled off a little but she still wasn't willing to let 
the subject drop. 

"You can't fool me. And he can't, either. I saw him staring at your chest as 
I walked away from the car. Maybe he soft-soaped you into thinking he's 
madly in love with you, but I'll bet you he wouldn't have been so friendly 
if your boobs hadn't been bouncing around quite so much. All he's thinking 
about is getting your clothes off and getting his hands on them, mark my 
word," she finished. 

Karen was sitting on the couch within easy earshot and heard every word but 
when Jane spotted her and realized she might have heard them talking, she 
pretended ignorance. When Jane spoke to her she failed to answer at first. 
Finally she said, "Sorry, Mom, I was reading this magazine. I'm really into 
this article about the rock festival. What did you say?" 

Jane was relieved. "Nothing, dear," she answered. "Nothing important. Your 
sister and I were just having a little talk as we came in the door, but it 
needn't concern you." 

By dinner that night the spat had blown over. Two nights later, after the 
dinner dishes had been washed, Jerri showered and got ready to go out with 
the boy she'd met at the filling station. As she said good-bye to her 
mother, she asked a favor. "Mom, if Rodney should happen to call or come by 
tonight, tell him I'm with one of my girl friends, will you? He's been out 
of town for a few days and is due back tonight. We sort of halfway planned 
to see each other tonight but it wasn't really definite, so I'm going out 
with the other guy." 

At first Jane said she certainly would not give the poor boy any such 
message. She wasn't going to lie for her, she said. She'd have to take the 
responsibility for any "halfway plans" herself and not try to have her 
mother help her. Finally she said that if he called for Jerri, she'd at 
least not tell him where she really was even though she wouldn't say she was 
with a girl friend. Jerri decided that was the best she could hope for and 
left for the date. 

The girls knew what was happening and watched her from their bedroom window. 
They thought it was smart of her to have so many boys interested in her and 
wished they were the same. 

"Think Rodney will call her tonight?" asked Kathie. 

"Maybe," said Karen. "From what Jerri said to Mom, he might even come by." 

Kathie sat on the bed dreamy-eyed. "Wow, remember what it was like the last 
time he was at our house?" she said. 

"How could I forget!" exclaimed Karen. "I just wish he would come over. 
Since Jerri's gone, maybe he'd have some time for me." 

Kathie grinned. "Wouldn't that be groovy? I sure do wish he'd do some of the 
stuff with us that he did with her the night we peeked at them." 

Karen laughed scornfully. "What do you mean 'us'? He might want to do it 
with me, maybe, but not you. You're not old enough. You don't even have your 
own boyfriend yet, much less being ready to take on anybody else's." 

"I could if I wanted to!" exclaimed the youngster. "Besides, if Rodney would 
do anything with you, I bet he would with me too. You think you're so smart 
just because of your big fat ninnies. That's not all guys like about a girl. 
I bet I know some things to do that would make him dig me." 

"Maybe," admitted Karen. "But I've already got a head start. Did you see the 
way he looked at me the other night when Jerri and he stopped by our room on 
their way out? I know he noticed me. And I think he liked me. I could tell 
by the way he looked at me." 

"Yeah, I saw him look," replied Kathie, "but it was just because you were 
showing off your butt. I saw the way you had your gown pulled up till he 
could see almost to your cunny!" 

Karen denied it! "I did not," she lied. "That's not why he noticed me at 
all. You're just jealous. Oh well, I don't know what we're arguing for. 
We're probably both too young for him. Or at least he probably thinks we 
are. He doesn't know all the stuff we've seen and how much we know about 
things. Besides, he probably won't even come by tonight anyway." 

The girls went back to their own activities. Karen was ironing her blouse to 
make sure it would be ready the following night when Kenny was due to come 
see her. It was the one he had mentioned to her on the phone and as she 
ironed it, she thought of how it was going to be to wear it and have him 
sneaking peeks at her breasts. Kathie, who lay on her bed with her feet 
curled up under her firm little behind, had the dusty book down from the 
attic and was looking again at the pictures of the naked statues. 

Downstairs in the kitchen, Jane was mixing a drink. It was her second. The 
events of the past week had given her cause to be a bit nervous. She wasn't 
accustomed to drinking much around the house, but she found the alcohol made 
it easier to forget the changes she had been going through lately,. 

She sat down in the living room and relaxed. She had finished cleaning the 
house, so she had changed into something more comfortable. The smart 
lounging pajamas she wore made her feel fresh and very feminine. But maybe 
that was a large part of her troubles as of late. Maybe she was letting 
herself feel all too feminine-all too often. The nights with Harry and with 
Terry, and the things she had been doing alone in bed to herself, had forced 
her to admit to herself that her body absolutely required some loving 
attention. She realized she couldn't keep herself from becoming sexually 
stimulated from time to time even if she wanted to. 

That, after all, was the big question. Did she want to? It certainly 
appeared that she did. She thought with shame of the times with Harry and 
Terry. Just what kind of woman was she becoming, anyway? Or was it that she 
had always been this way deep down and was just beginning to admit it to 
herself. It was difficult to argue with her own body and to pretend that-The 
doorbell rang, almost causing her to drop her drink. When she opened the 
door, there was Rodney. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As she greeted the young man at the door, she suddenly realized that she'd 
let the drink slosh on her lounging pajamas when the doorbell rang. A big 
spot was evident on the front of the bodice and there were even some drops 
on her leg. She let Rodney in and apologized; feeling foolish. 

"This is terrible," she told him. "You must think Jerri's mother is a big 
lush. I was just having a little brandy when you came to the door and for 
some reason I jumped up too fast and spilled a little. How clumsy of me!" 

Rodney stood smiling at her, not quite sure what to say. 

"Please sit down, won't you? I'll be back as soon as I clean myself off." 

As she disappeared into the kitchen, he felt a little more relaxed. "Sorry 
the bell startled you, Mrs. Spicer. It's my fault you spilled that. Looks 
like you were having a quiet little evening until I came along and spoiled 
it. Is Jerri upstairs?" 

"No, Rodney," she called back from the kitchen. "I'm afraid she isn't even 
here tonight. She told me you might telephone, but she didn't say you were 
coming over." 

She was debating whether to lie to Jerri and say that she was with a girl 
friend, as she'd been asked to do, or simply tell him she wouldn't be in all 
evening and let Jerri take responsibility for it and handle it herself the 
next time she saw him. 

"Where is she?" she heard him call to her from the living room. "We sort of 
had plans for tonight. Is she somewhere where I can phone her?" 

But before Jane had to make the final decision about whether to lie to him, 
she heard Karen's voice from the upstairs hallway. 

"Jerri's with her girl friend," she called down to him. "There's nowhere you 
can phone her." 

Jane wasn't sure she liked Karen to lie for Jerri any more than for her to 
do it, but at least it simplified things for the moment. There was something 
else about the matter Jane wouldn't have liked if she'd known. Karen was 
wearing nothing but a short nightgown when she appeared at the head of the 
stairs to answer Rodney's question. And although it was done so innocently 
that he had no idea it was purposeful, the girl had stood in such a way as 
to give him a clear view up her thighs. 

Karen wasn't there long enough to meet his eyes with hers and see whether 
he'd start a conversation with her. She wasn't bold enough yet for that. But 
as she turned and dashed back into her bedroom, she made sure that he saw 
even more. The back of the garment flew up and presented him with a quick 
but tantalizing shot of her panties. 

Hmmm ... Jerri's little sister is quite a looker. The other night when we 
saw her, Jerri didn't bother to introduce us. I didn't realize she was that 
big. Wonder how old she is? She's old enough to have a great pair of legs 
and a set of cute little knockers on her, that's for sure, he mused. 

Jane returned from the kitchen with a new drink in her hand. It was an 
entirely new drink. She had finished off the other one while wiping her 
dress dry. 

"Sorry you missed her, Rodney," Jane consoled. "She told me you've been out 
of town and said you might be back tonight but she wasn't sure." 

"Yes, I just drove in," he said. "Had a real hard drive. Well, tell her-" 

"Wait, Rodney, if you just got in to town you must be bushed. Wouldn't you 
like a bit of refreshment before you get back into your car?" she asked, 
holding up her glass. 

"Oh ... well, yes," he said, smiling appreciatively. "Maybe I could have 
just one quick one. Thanks." 

She rose and went to the dining room bar. "What do you like?" she asked. 

Because his attention was distracted he was a little slow in answering. The 
first time he met Jerri's mother he had thought she was quite attractive and 
had been surprised to find her so young-looking. But as she walked away from 
him with her curves moving sensuously under the silky fabric of her lounging 
pajamas, it occurred to him that she was downright smashing. 

Jerri's whole family swings, he thought to himself. No wonder she's so cute, 
with a mother like that. 

He suddenly realized he was being spoken to. "Huh? Oh, excuse me ... 
whatever you're having will be fine." 

Jane found herself in a quandary. If she really did pour him what she was 
drinking, she might very well give him the impression that his girlfriend's 
mother was a big lush. Jane didn't think of herself as an alcoholic by any 
means, even though her intake had considerably increased during the past 
several days-but the drink in her hand at the moment happened to be a 
Singapore Sling. Hardly a drink for amateurs. 

"All right," she said, giving a little laugh that was intended to be cordial 
but came out nervous. "You may find this a little strong for just a casual 
drink, though. I ... I just finished attending to some important business 
today and you might say I'm celebrating." 

The only business Jane had finished during the day was her trip to to liquor 
store to buy a new supply, but she felt she had to explain the drink away 
somehow. 

"You did? I thought something must've been going on today when I saw how 
dressed up you were. You look great in those ... in that-" 

"Oh, these lounging pajamas? They aren't really anything so dressy," she 
replied, smiling at the compliment. "It's just that I looked so terrible the 
other day when you first met me. I'd been working around the house that day 
and I looked a fright." 

She handed him the drink and he took a sip. She wasn't kidding. Whatever was 
in the glass was awfully potent. He had to steel himself to keep from 
spitting it out ... he wasn't all that used to drinking. He smiled and held 
the drink up to her. "This is fine. Especially after all the driving I've 
been doing today." He savored the first sip a few seconds then took another 
long drink. "Really relaxes you," he said, leaning back in the chair. 

Jane would normally have been at a little bit of a loss to know what to talk 
about for very long with any of Jerri's boyfriends. But with the drinks 
she'd had during the last couple of hours, it was really quite easy. She 
said nothing ... just sat and looked at him. And because she was sitting and 
looking at him, he sat and looked at her. It was all very pleasant. In a 
very short time she noticed that his glass was empty. When he made no move 
to leave, she naturally offered to make him another. It had been the kind of 
drink that definitely called for another, he thought. He readily agreed. 

While mixing his drink at the bar, Jane naturally wanted a new one for 
herself. The only thing that kept her from making herself one was the fact 
that her glass was still half full of the former one. This she solved by 
putting the rim of the glass to her mouth and downing it all in two long 
swallows. 

He obviously enjoyed the second drink as well as the first. But he had only 
drunk about half of it when the wet glass slipped and he spilled the rest on 
his foot. He was immediately apologetic but she assured him it was nothing 
and dashed to the kitchen for a towel. 

As she wiped it off his shoe she saw that it had also gone all over his 
sock. She made a few dabbing attempts to dry it before telling him she knew 
it must be terribly uncomfortable and that he might as well take it off and 
let it dry. As she stopped dabbing his foot with the towel to speak, her 
hand remained on his foot. It was only momentarily but it was long enough to 
make her feel a little uncomfortable. Seeing Rodney and chatting with him 
was one thing, but coming in contact with him was quite another. He was a 
grown man, she realized, even if he was only the twenty-one year-old 
boyfriend of her daughter. 

While she took the towel back to the kitchen he took the shoe and sock off 
as she had suggested. He was thinking of how she had looked when she was on 
her knees in front of him wiping off his sock. The silky material of her 
lounging pajamas, unfortunately for him, completely covered her long and 
shapely legs. But the top of the outfit was designed much more to his taste. 
During the all-too-short duration of the time she kneeled in front of him, 
his eyes had been magnetized on the wide expanse of firm, smooth cleavage 
exposed by the low neckline. He took the other shoe and sock off. 

Mrs. Spicer was a damned good-looking woman even if she did happen to be 
Jerri's mother. That shot he had down the front of her pajamas convinced him 
that her body was much firmer than he would have expected of any woman as 
old as she had to be. Yet he knew she must just think of him as a kid. If 
only he were a few years older it just might be that ... 

Jane stayed in the kitchen for a minute to finish her drink alone. She knew 
that she'd been' letting her eyes roam over Rodney's body in a way that no 
mother had a right to. But the fact that she had just touched his handsome, 
youthful body-even-though it was only his foot-made it difficult for her to 
keep her mind off him. The alcohol in her blood didn't do anything to 
inhibit such thoughts either. 

He was quite obviously a good-looking, well-built young man. Yet she 
realized that no matter how favorably she compared with other women her age, 
he must undoubtedly think of her as being too old for him. She was thinking 
things she would never dare to think if she were sober. It was too bad, she 
thought. If only she were a few years younger she could see the possibility 
of ... 

She downed the rest of the drink and set it down hard on the cabinet. She 
was simply going to have to control herself. She couldn't have herself do 
anything foolish like- 

Crash! The noise broke her train of thought. The glass had been knocked off 
the cabinet by her unsteady hand and lay broken in the bottom of the sink. 
She was drunk enough by now that it didn't even scare her enough to jump. 
She stepped over and started picking up the pieces but when she nicked 
herself on the first try she stopped and put her finger in her mouth. Rodney 
heard the noise and jumped to his feet. He went in to the kitchen and saw 
what had happened. 

"What happened? Did you cut yourself?" he exclaimed. 

"It's just a nick," she said, pulling the finger from her mouth where he 
could see it. "I just dropped it. It's okay." 

"Let me see it," he said, taking her hand and looking at the small wound. 
"It may not be too deep but there's a spot of blood on it. Let me wash it 
off for you and see if it's very bad." 

"Oh, it's nothing," she protested. "It's just a scratch. Don't pay it any 
mind." 

"Better let me look at it anyway," he said, stepping closer and raising the 
hand for a better look. 

His forearm brushed the full swell of her breasts and she knew he couldn't 
have missed getting a nice indication of what was underneath, even if it had 
been an accident. She hoped it hadn't been. 

"Well, the bathroom's this way if you really think it should be looked at," 
she pointed out, leading him through the doorway. 

Damn, she must really have a nice pair of jugs under there, he thought to 
himself. I sure would like to get in there and find out for my self. 

At the sink he ran cold water over her finger and saw that it was nothing. 
He thought he better justify the trip so he took a bottle of alcohol from 
the medicine chest and poured it over the cut. 

"Ouch!" she cried, grabbing his arm for support. 

"Sorry it hurt," he said. But he wasn't really sorry at all. The slight pain 
she might have felt was surely nothing compared to the pleasurable sensation 
with which he was rewarded when she grabbed him. Her hand only gripped his 
arm for a second but it was different with various other parts of her 
anatomy. Not only did he get to feel the resilient heft of her breasts 
again, but the firm lengths of her legs against his as well. 

Since the design of her lounging pajamas fully covered her legs all the way 
to her ankles, he had been trying to imagine what they looked like for 
sometime. The rounded curve of her bottom was clearly defined through the 
silky fabric, but her legs were hidden inside the wide and mysterious folds 
of the pajama legs. She was tall enough that they had to be pretty long, he 
thought, and now that he had been granted a touch he was sure they must be 
firm and shapely as well. But to have touched them with only his leg was 
frustrating. What he really wanted to do was have her pajama pants off and 
be able to run his fingers up and down their smooth surface at will. 

Jane was not getting any more sober at all. In fact the drinks were now 
beginning to dissolve the inhibitions she had been afraid to lose. 

The kid must have felt that, she thought to herself. And the expression on 
his face when I rammed my tits into him makes me think it's not my age he 
has his mind on. 

They were on the way back to the living room when he noticed it. As they 
walked together through a doorway he suddenly felt the touch of his glans 
against the inside of his shorts and realized that he had a whopping 
erection. He looked guiltily down at it and discovered to his embarrassment 
that it was quite visible underneath the material of his pants. When he 
raised his eyes from tell-tale lump he found himself looking straight into 
her eyes. 

Her expression made it clear that his eyes were not the only ones that had 
noted the bulging point. He stopped in the doorway and shuffled his feet 
nervously before speaking. 

"Ash, Mrs. Spicer ... " he began, a sheepish grin upon his face, "I ... uh 
... I don't know how to ... " 

He broke off in midsentence but to his surprise her face told him no apology 
was necessary. Afterward he couldn't remember who took the step that closed 
the gap between them, but somehow he found himself sideways in the doorway 
with his arms wrapped around her and his face in her hair. The long-desired 
feel of her buxom breasts was finally his and, as his searching hands roamed 
over her curvaceous body, his eager fingers closed over the hard swell of 
her rear and the soft expanse of her upper back. The turgid instrument that 
had embarrassed him so much just a few seconds before was now pressed 
tightly against the yielding flesh of her warm front. 

He moved his lips through her abundant blonde hair and past her ear, 
settling in the smooth hollow of her collarbone. The warm scent of her 
perfume filled his nostrils and he realized he'd been smelling it for a long 
time without realizing its source. The thought of being able to gain access 
to the firm flesh encased in her tightly fitting brassiere set a new surge 
of desire through his loins and made his member throb stiffly. 

She set herself against him like a snake, molding every part of her front 
into his. What she was doing was far, far ahead of the words being spoken 
between them. Her sense of time was so mixed-up that she was just getting 
around to answering the last words he had spoken even though in her mind it 
seemed to have been only a few seconds before. 

"Not 'Mrs. Spicer' Rodney. Just 'Jane' Call me 'Jane'," she said, her voice 
blurred by drinks. 

It was as though the last obstacle was removed for Rodney. Her asking him to 
call her by her first name seemed to cancel out her role as his girl 
friend's mother. She wasn't Jerri's mother anymore to him or anybody's 
mother. She was a completely separate woman, an extremely sexy female that 
he wanted to make love to. He had been wanting to all night, he realized, 
and maybe even before she offered him the first drink. Now the possibility 
of getting what he wanted was before him at last. He didn't want to wait. 

"Then let's stay out of the living room, Jane," he said in a husky voice. 
"Show me where your bedroom is." 

It was what she wanted from him and she showed him it was. She stood on her 
tiptoes and pressed against him before leading him away. As her body rose 
upward, he felt her breasts and pelvic mound rub against his body. She 
boldly pressed her palms against his hard stomach, fingers downward, and 
slid them unerringly inside his belt and down into the front of his pants. 
She quickly found the top of his shorts and slipped one of her hands inside 
right next to his skin. She pushed her fingers down through the mass of 
curls and brazenly wrapped them around the stiff shaft. 

"Okay, I'll show you where it is. Just promise me you'll give me plenty of 
this hot meat and we're on our way right now!" 

"Right on!" he exclaimed. "What're we waiting for?" 

She took him by the hand and pulled him through the semidark hallway and on 
past the bathroom. It was completely dark now and he couldn't see where they 
were going at all, but since she was familiar with the house she yanked him 
on behind her without slowing down. He side-swiped a table with his hip, hit 
his knee against some hidden obstruction, and banged his foot against the 
bottom of the hat rack as he followed her wild lead. 

Even when they got to her bedroom she didn't turn on the lights. He felt her 
hands on his belt and remained standing while she jerked his pants down to 
his ankles. She half guided, half pushed him across the floor till his 
calves struck the edge of what turned out to be her bed. His knees bent 
backward under his own weight and he fell across the mattress. 

"Hey, hold on. It's black as pitch in here and I can't see a damn thing. 
Flip the light on, okay?" he exclaimed. 

"Who wants to just look?" she answered. "Use your hands and feel for what 
you want. Feel me!" 

In the darkness beside the bed he could hear the sensuous sound of her silky 
lounging pajamas sliding off her body. There were a few rustlings and the 
sound of some bracelets hitting the floor. The knowledge that the woman must 
be standing nearly naked only a few feet away from him excited him strongly, 
yet he felt a little disappointed at not being the one to make her that way. 
If the light had been on and he had been able to see her strip the clothes 
from her long-limbed body it would have been different, but he felt a little 
deprived at not having gotten his hands on the clothes himself. 

"You're cheating, Jane," he laughed. "If I can't see you come out of your 
clothes the least you could have done is let me be the one to get them off." 
He heard her kick her shoes onto the floor and then heard her walking toward 
the bed. 

"Don't worry, lover," she purred. "I thought you might like to help me out a 
little with that. I left a few things on just for you to strip." 

As she got to the bed he heard the unmistakable sound of her legs swishing 
together and knew she must still be wearing her panty hose. Good. She was 
telling the truth about leaving a few goodies for him to take off. He felt 
the edge of the mattress sag under the weight of her body and then her hands 
were on his chest and his shirt was unbuttoned like lightning. He grabbed 
for her in the dark and managed only to graze the outside of her thigh with 
his outstretched fingers. 

"C'mere," he yelled. "I don't know how you keep this bedroom so god damned 
dark but if you're going to play hide and seek you sure as hell have to stay 
still long enough for me to get my hands on you!" 

"Hahaha," she laughed drunkenly. "You're the one that's moving around so 
much. Hold still and let me hold that big hard cock of yours again." 

He was drunk but he knew he wasn't that drunk. He knew he hadn't been moving 
around any and it dawned on him that she was so drunk she thought he was in 
motion and she was standing still. He kicked his shoes off and let his pants 
fall from his, ankles onto the floor. Now he was free to move. He got on his 
hands and knees and crawled toward the head of the bed. Halfway there he 
nailed her. She was lying on her stomach with her heels swinging in the air. 
He grabbed an ankle, forced her foot to the bed, and followed the taut, 
silky surface of her leg all the way to the junction of her thighs. 

She loved the feel of his hands on her, especially when he got to the inner 
side of her thighs. She dug an elbow into the bed and flipped onto her side. 
She was facing him now and her half-naked front was aching to be touched. 
His hand raced up the slick surface of her inner thighs, passed teasingly 
across the bulging mound of her swollen genitals, and fastened on the 
elastic of her waistband. 

"See, honey," she reminded him, "isn't it more fun to feel than to look?" 

"It sure is," he agreed, as he frantically tugged the wispy mesh of her 
panty hose down past her groin and over her knees. "You won't be needing 
these, will you?" he said. "Not if you want me to get in where I can really 
do you some good." 

"No. When you get that big prick going inside my pussy I don't want to feel 
anything between us," she answered. "You got some more to go though, honey. 
I don't run around with my tits hanging out like some girls do. You're going 
to have to get my bra off before you can get to them." 

"No problem," he excitedly told her. "I've been dying to get my hands on 
those big knockers of yours ever since I got a peek at them when you were 
cleaning the drink off my foot. I'd find some way to get at them fuckers if 
I had to work my way through sheet metal." 

"It's a lot easier than that," she said. "Here, go ahead and get a nice feel 
if you like them that much." 

She took one of his hands and drew it up her stomach to the tightly fitting 
undergarment and laid his palm over the point of one of the fully packed 
cups. Just as he felt the brassiere under his fingers, he stripped her panty 
hose the rest of the way off her feet and sailed them into the air. He heard 
them strike the-wall with a soft sound and heard them slide through a 
collection of cosmetic bottles on her dresser. He put his free hand on the 
point of her other brassiere cup and began to knead them like dough. 

"Ahhhh," she sighed. 

He wedged his knee between hers and slid it up her thighs until it reached 
the damp, naked big V. It required no force at all on his part because as 
soon as she felt the touch of his hairy knee on the inside of her leg she 
spread herself open and let him in. 

Rodney was so used to dating girls his own age who went braless that the 
touch of his hands on the fabric of her brassiere felt peculiar to him. 
Peculiar, yes, but also very exciting. Getting under girls' clothes and 
getting his hands on their naked breasts had always been a highly 
stimulating thing for him to do. Yet he discovered that feeling the breasts 
under cover of the undergarment's fabric was somehow quite exciting in 
itself. It was almost more fun than grabbing for them and feeling the 
nakedness of them on the first contact. He massaged them heavily for several 
seconds, but she didn't want to wait any longer. 

"Go ahead, lover," she said in a low voice. "Don't be bashful. Go ahead and 
get rid of my bra so you can get your hands on me where it really counts." 

Rodney ran his hands past her ribs and sought the clasp at the center of her 
back. She arched her back and raised high off the bed to help him and the 
motion produced the unexpected but exciting sensation of her naked, 
curly-haired pelvis against his. He fumbled with the clasp until he gave up 
and told her to turn over on her side so he could get it off fast. 

"Uh-uh, nothing doing," she protested. "It feels too good to have you up 
against my cunt. Get it off the best way you can." 

He was not usually a violent person but his frustration did have certain 
limits. He took her at her word. He slipped his fingertips under the bottom 
of the brassiere and tried in vain to touch her like he wanted to. When that 
proved impossible because of the large size of her mammaries and the 
super-taut fit of the tight undergarment, he slipped his other hand 
underneath the bottom alongside the first, and gave a quick, hard yank. 

He heard her grunt sharply and felt the fabric rip as it came off. He heard 
a metal clasp hit the mirror of her dressing table and something whizzed 
past his ear like a bullet. "Damn, no wonder chicks don't like to wear these 
things," he said under his breath. 

"Don't worry about the bra," she consoled. "I've got plenty. I was dying to 
have it off as much as you were." 

He lowered himself forward and for the first time felt the unfettered 
nakedness of her breasts. No straps or clasps to hamper his access and no 
cloth to cover the nipples and mar his enjoyment. He ran his fingers over 
them with pure joy. The creamy texture of the skin was something he noticed 
earlier just from seeing the tops of them but what surprised him was how 
firm they were. Jerri's were firmer, sure. But not that much firmer 
considering the age difference. And Jerri's were a little smaller too, so it 
was easier for them to be firm. 

He lay full length on her, moving his knee from the junction of her thighs 
and letting his penis fall flush on the mat of curls. The bottom of it 
touched her mound and the end pointed toward her navel. He worked his hips 
back and forth a few times while he continued to massage her naked breasts. 

"Listen, Rodney, you don't have to fool around with me to heat me up," she 
abruptly said. "Maybe you're used to doing that with girls at college but 
you don't have to with me. I've been wanting to feel your cock in me ever 
since I stuck my hand in your pants at the doorway. I was thinking about it 
even before that." 

"Groovy!" he exclaimed. "You can be damned sure I'm hot for it. Here it 
comes, baby!" 

She opened wide and grabbed his hips. He raised a few inches above her and 
came down slowly, feeling himself a path through the thick pubic hair with 
his hand. When he touched the opening to her orifice he was glad to find it 
very wet. He stuck in one finger and she responded by squeezing her thighs 
on it so tight he could barely get it out. 

"Wow, you really meant it when you said you were ready for action, didn't 
you? You're so fucking wet down there you don't even need to be fingered 
first at all," he said. 

"God no," she cried. "I want it now, Rodney. Right now. Just go ahead and 
slip that nice, sweet thing all the way to the hilt. Let me have it. Go 
ahead!" 

He moved his finger and replaced it with his penis. The hot head of it 
entered the red, shiny flesh of her vulva and he felt her squeeze her legs 
together to get all she could from it. There was obviously no need to worry 
about hurting her. From the way she was moving under him, he might be the 
one to be hurt if he wasn't careful. He speeded his stroke, plunging the 
glans deep inside her. The lovely warmth of her velvety-ridged vaginal walls 
massaged his shaft and he cried out in pleasure. 

"Damn, but you're good and hot!" he exclaimed. "Stay right where you are, 
baby. I'll give you any kind of fucking you want if you keep that kind of 
loving coming to me." 

"What I want from you is what you're giving me right now, lover," she 
panted. "I can see I'm going to come before long. Just keep feeding it to 
me." 

He turned slightly sideways and gave her a little special attention on one 
side of her vagina, then switched to the other side for a few minutes. He 
couldn't see her face but he could tell she went for it by the way she 
grunted and moved her hands on his moving hips. 

She reached up and put her arm around his neck, drawing him down so his face 
was next to hers. She jammed her lips to his and kissed him wetly, then 
opened her mouth and began frenching him. She put his hand to one of her 
breasts and pushed it up so he'd feel its nipple against his chest. Then she 
pulled her mouth free of his and whispered into his ear. 

"You got me about to go right now, but I'd love for you to do a little work 
on my tits. Lemme feel you-" she began, but he acted on her request so 
quickly that he cut her off. 

She had so many delights which he was letting some go to waste. He'd been 
massaging her breasts ever since he got her brassiere off, but for some dumb 
reason he hadn't thought of doing anything to them with his mouth. And the 
fact that she herself had suggested it made it even more exciting. He 
planted his lips on one of her nipples and buried his nose in the softness 
above it. 

"Ahhh," she sighed, "that's beautiful. I love to have you suck me like 
that." 

His organ had never stopped its slow but regular penetration of the slick 
sex flesh below. Now, as his lips worked on the juicy tips of her proffered 
breasts, she felt the stiff member go a little faster in and out. From the 
way he was acting it seemed to her he couldn't help himself, that his penis 
was going a little out of his control. This only made her hotter. 

"Ummmm yes!" she cried, "That's what I wanted. Let me feel your mouth on my 
tits while you work my cunt over like ... oh God, like that ... like that. 
Oh shit, what a good stiff cock you've got, lover. I don't care if you 
are-my daughter's boyfriend. I know you must have shoved this thing in her 
pussy plenty of times but I don't care about that. I've got it now and I 
want you to ... oh God, I'm about to come ... I want you to fuck the shit 
out of me!" 

Rodney was thankful she was near her peak. He couldn't last much longer 
himself. He loved sinking his hard cock in deep and he loved hearing her 
tell him about it. Maybe Jerri's body was a little sexier than Jane's, he 
thought, but only because her younger years made it firmer than her mom's. 
What added to Jane's sexiness was the way she talked to him in bed. Jerri 
was hardly shy in that department, but her mom seemed even better,. He felt 
a familiar hot pressure in his groin and knew he was nearly there. 

"Take it, Jane, take it!" he yelled. "Spread your fucking cunt and take 
every inch I'm throwing to you. I'm right on top of it now and I'm gonna you 
ass any ... oh shit, baby ... any minute ... God damn, here it comes!" 

Jane gave it everything she had. She humped herself upward like a rutting 
animal. She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed his wet tongue 
and lips into her hungry breasts. Even before she felt his sperm shoot out 
her orgasm had begun. When it finally came, she rammed herself against him 
like lightning. 

"Shoot me the shit, lover!" she yelled. "Fill me up with, it, fill me up ... 
oh ... oooh ... aaaaaaiiiii!" 

The force of his tremendous release wracked his body, causing him to roll 
off her body and onto the bed. He still had his mouth tightly enclosed 
around one of her nipples so she rolled with him. It would have hurt any 
other time, but she was still in the throes of her climax and didn't care 
what he did as long as he left his penis in till she finished. She put her 
face in his hair and he felt the hot warmth of her breath on his scalp. 

"Got your nuts off real good, didn't you, lover? It felt like a flood of hot 
paste inside me when you shot off," she told him, her breathing still 
ragged. 

Rodney thought since she was older and-he thought-more experienced, he'd 
better make sure he'd done enough for .her. "You ... you sure were yelling a 
lot, so I guess you came but ... I mean, did you get enough? Was I-" he 
began. 

Jane smiled broadly, her eyes still closed. "Oh, you did just fine, Rodney. 
Just fine. I was just aching for a cuntful of that hard meat and you gave it 
to me real nice. I came, okay, if that's what you're worrying about." 

How sweet of him, she thought. How naive and endearing of him to want to 
make sure he'd pleased her. A far cry from the way Harry had been, she 
mused. And Terry, too-although for different reasons. At least he had 
brought her to orgasm even if it was just with his mouth. Harry hadn't even 
been able to do that much, the old fart. 

They were both still feeling their drinks to a considerable degree. But the 
great expenditure of energy had sobered her up a little. The trickle of his 
sperm ran slowly out from the folds of her warm vagina and tickled her 
sensitive skin. She felt wonderful. I don't know what I'll think of seducing 
my own daughter's boyfriend in the morning, but right now I don't feel a 
damn bit guilty, she though to herself. 

She was very aware of the fact that sex seemed easier and more desirable for 
her with each new partner. With Harry and with Terry it had been the act 
itself which shamed her. Now it was beginning to change. The embarrassment 
was not nearly so acute. And the reason for it was not what she'd done so 
much as concern about someone, finding out about it. Having a complete, full 
session with a man-good hard fucking with a cock that was stiff and didn't 
wear out too fast-made her feel better than she had in a long time. 

It was still unusually dark in the bedroom. Jane's idea of making Rodney 
feel for her in the blackness without turning on the lights had been 
different and exciting for him but as he lay beside her, gradually getting 
his breath back, he wished he could see her naked body. Neither of them had 
any way to see any better than the other. After a few minutes had passed 
Jane heard his breathing grow strong and regular again. A little while later 
he spoke. "Why don't you turn on the lights now?" he asked. 

She was flattered at his request. It pleased her to see how he still wanted 
to look at her even though she had already let him have intercourse with 
her. But she still felt like teasing him. 

"Sure, lover," she replied, "if you like. Nothing wrong with you feeling 
around some like before, though, if you want to do that. But you want to see 
my naked tits and pussy, don't you?" 

"You know it!" he agreed enthusiastically. "But I think you'll be pretty 
interested in seeing me, too." 

Could it be that ... ? No, it wasn't possible, Jane thought. Surely he 
didn't mean that he already ... 

She put her hand on his leg and then moved her fingers upward. To her 
surprise his penis had grown and was hard as a rock! It couldn't have been 
more than thirty minutes or so since it was wet and limp as a dishrag, now 
here it was back again. 

He heard her little gasp of surprise. His chest swelled. She must be used to 
older guys, he realized, guys who couldn't get it up again after one 
go-around. "What's wrong?" he chided. "You too tired to take me on again and 
think I'm gonna rape you or something?" He chuckled in the dark as he felt 
her hand eagerly exploring him. 

"That's not it at all, lover. I'm just marveling at how fast you got it up 
again. A woman's always ready to go-it's the guy who holds things up by 
giving out. If you stick your fingers back in there where you had them 
you'll find out I'm still damned hot and wet in there." 

She flipped on the light to let him get his way and see her naked. She was 
more interested in pleasing him now than before-apparently he was young 
enough and strong enough to give her more love. A second encounter with him 
was even better than she'd expected. 

She looked terribly sensual with her long hair strewn over her ears and 
shoulders, he thought. And the small pile of undergarments tossed around the 
room added even more to the picture. Just wait till he got his hands on 
those nice big jugs of hers again, he thought, grinning at her and feeling 
her hands on his organ as he moved toward her. 

Riiing! 

The phone stopped them. At first she started to just let it ring but her 
curiosity at who'd be calling at that hour got the better of her and she 
slid off the bed and answered it. 

It was Jerri. She was going to not only spend the night with her date but go 
swimming with him the next day at the lake. Would Mom please get into her 
luggage and have her white bikini ready for her when she came by, she wanted 
to know. They would be in a big hurry and Mom would just be a dear if she'd 
help her. 

"Okay, but now-" Jane said before she heard the dial tone. Jerri hadn't been 
able to wait, and yelled "Thanks!" barely before Jane could get her wits 
about her. 

She told Rodney they couldn't let Jerri discover them together after what 
had happened. But she was so anxious to have more love from him it wouldn't 
do at all for him to leave. He told her not to worry about Jerri seeing his 
car because it was parallel parked among lots of others on the street. He 
was peeved at Jerri now and wanted to keep on with Jane for the night. 

"No, it's too dangerous for you to be in my bedroom. She might dash in for 
something. Go up to the guest bedroom and hide there till she comes and 
goes," she said. 

She quickly got dressed and started pulling a comb through her love-rumpled 
hair. She was a little nervous and asked Rodney to fix her a drink. Before 
she found the swimsuit for Jerri and got Rodney hidden, she was into the 
second drink -and this on top of her earlier ones. With him upstairs out of 
danger, Jeri's stop just took a minute. Everything went off smoothly and she 
was gone again in a flash, but Jane had a new problem. She was sleepy. The 
additional drinks had simply been too much. 

I'll just rest here a minute before telling Rodney the coast is clear, she 
thought to herself. But the chair was too comfortable. She dawdled a few 
minutes and then fell back asleep. She was so tired and sleepy she didn't 
even hear her glass hit the carpet when it fell from her hand. 

Rodney heard the noise and looked down from the upstairs hall. He saw what 
had happened at once. He laughed and started to go wake her up, but then he 
suddenly realized that someone else had heard the noise and had-come to 
investigate. 

Several yards away, at the opposite end of the hall, a door opened and Karen 
walked out rubbing her eyes and peering down into the living room. And what 
she was wearing made Rodney rivet his attention on her young body and forget 
all about the woman asleep in the chair. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

He stood still and devoured the form of her young body with his eyes, afraid 
she'd be scared if she saw him gazing at her nakedness. Actually, she was 
wearing something, but it was only a thin, wispy nightie that came only a 
few inches below her rear end. The way her adolescent breasts pushed out 
from underneath and the way the twin globes of her provocative little 
buttocks pressed out behind, she might ,as well have been entirely naked. He 
could even see the firm line of her thighs so clearly under the paper-thin 
garment that he was able to tell quite easily she wore no panties under it. 

He remembered how slim and sweet her legs had looked earlier that night when 
she came to the head of the stairs to tell him about where Jerri was. He 
felt himself getting hard under his shorts. Suddenly she turned and spotted 
him. 

"Oh!" she cried. "What ... what are you doing up here in just your shorts 
and tee-shirt? I ... I've been sleeping so soundly. What's going on, 
anyway?" 

Her sleepy petulance made her that much more appealing to his hot masculine 
gaze. She suddenly seemed to realize her own attire was something he 
shouldn't be seeing and she coyly twisted one ankle around the other. Her 
hand flew to her chest and she drew the front of her nightie closed. He told 
her that the noise was only the glass dropping, that her mother had 
evidently gotten a little loaded but it was nothing to worry about. He told 
her that when Jerri couldn't be reached anywhere. Her mother had invited him 
to spend the night in the guest room rather than leave. 

Karen was waking up fast now. She was getting ideas of her own about Rodney. 
The picture of him and her older sister Jerri going at it flashed through 
her mind. She knew very well that her adorable young body was being shown 
off to a nice advantage and that he wasn't missing an inch of what she had 
to show. She was delighted at the knowledge her pert nipples were poking so 
clearly through her nightie. 

Hmmmm, she thought to herself, maybe if I work things right he'll want to do 
a lot more than just look at me. It'd be super if I could get him interested 
in me while Mom's drunk and asleep. 

"G'night, then," she said to him after he had explained what was going on in 
the household. She turned and walked toward her bedroom. She thought she 
felt his eyes on her little behind and although she didn't swing it like she 
sometimes did on the street when she wanted some boy to look at her, neither 
did she try to hold it in check. When she suddenly turned around just before 
entering her door, she saw that she was right. She felt a thrill go through 
her insides but didn't let it show in her face. 

"Oh, thought you already went back to bed," she said to Rodney as she 
breezed back toward him on her way down the stairs. "I'm so thirsty for some 
reason that I've just got to have a cold drink of water. Seems too warm in 
my bedroom tonight for some reason or other." 

Rodney nodded to her as she passed, but he didn't go back to the guest 
bedroom. I just bet you're warm tonight, you cute little cherry, he thought 
to himself. You're getting old enough to have your panties get hot in the 
crotch, for one thing,. I could fix that up for you if I keep your mom and 
sis from finding out about it. 

He stood looking after her until she disappeared into the kitchen. His penis 
had been hard ever since it swelled up for the second time when he was in 
bed with Jane, but the sight of half-naked young Karen made it fairly throb. 
He'd never done anything with a girl as young as her but he was aroused 
enough now to think of it. Then he remembered the other daughter, little 
Kathie. Maybe he could get a look at her in bed before Karen came back up 
the stairs. 

He tiptoed down the hall and peered into their bedroom. It made him 
embarrassed to think of what he was doing-trying to spy on a naked, sleeping 
little girl even younger than Karen. But he did it, anyway. He was so 
steamed up from being denied his second session with Jane that he still 
needed release. 

I'll get a little bit of fun out of seeing this kid, even if she doesn't 
have any tits or pussy hair on her yet, he thought to himself as he searched 
through the semidarkness for her bed. 

He was lucky. The child was lying on her side with her nightie well up over 
her waist and the covers thrown off so he could get a nice view of her 
exposed genitals. Her blonde hair, a lighter shade than either her sister's 
or her mother's, was spread over the pillow and she breathed long and 
peacefully as he watched. 

Just as he had thought; not even old enough to grow fuzz yet. But there was 
still something kind of cute about her hairless little twat and her tanned, 
perfectly smooth, slender little legs. She was too little for anything, he 
thought ... but as for Karen, it just might be a different story. He took 
one last look at the sleeping child's nakedness and then slipped back out 
the door and down the hall toward his room. 

At the top of the stairs he looked down and saw Karen coming back from the 
kitchen. Their positions were reversed now to what they had been earlier 
that night-he couldn't see up her legs anymore but he certainly had a great 
view down the top of her nightie. What he saw made his mouth water. 

Jesus, what a juicy little pair of tits on the kid, he thought to himself. 
Wonder if she's ever had a boy play with them? Look at those hard little 
nipples-I sure would like to get my hands up under there and do the job for 
her. I bet she'd love it as much as her mom and big sis do if she'd give it 
a try. 

There was no way for him to know that her hot little mind was thinking 
thoughts very similar to his. She still carried a vivid picture in her head 
of what she'd seen him do with her sister Jerri, and seeing him in the hall 
a few minutes before only enlarged the scene in her mind. Was she entirely 
too young to interest him, she wondered? She hoped not. The way he had 
looked at her a couple of times sure seemed promising, but she couldn't be 
sure. Maybe on the way back to her bedroom ... 

Good-he was still in the hall! As she walked up the stairs her expression 
was immobile, but when she saw him smiling at her, she smiled back. It was a 
guarded expression that passed between both of them. The look could have 
meant no more than friendly recognition, or it could have implied a lot 
more. It all depended on how either one of them interpreted it. Karen 
decided to be as bold as she dared. 

"Thought you went back to bed," she said to him. "Or were you waiting for 
me?" She laughed when she said it as though it were a big joke to think he'd 
have any reason to wait for her. Then she quickly followed with, "Bet if I 
was my sister Jerri, you'd be waiting for me, all right. Too bad she's out 
with somebody tonight." 

She flounced her short nightie hem ever so slightly as she spoke, making 
sure he got a brief but telling view of her naked thighs, then with a 
sparkle in her eyes, smoothed the material sensually over her legs. She 
wanted him to see a little, but to think she believed she should not have 
been so careless. 

"Oh, I don't know about that," he ventured. "I'm not exactly your age, of 
course, but if I was I just might be waiting for you. I can tell you one 
thing. Getting to see you in that short little nightie would really get me 
going if we were the same age." 

She blushed, half real and half affected, and let her eyes wander down the 
front of the diaphanous garment. A flush of confidence made her tingle. It 
was great to have someone like him tell her she was pretty, even if it was 
letting him see a little more of her than she knew she should. And he was 
acting a bit nervous, even though he was obviously trying to keep her from 
noticing it. 

"Besides," he continued, "your sister Jerri and I do a few things together 
you're not old enough to know about yet. You probably have boyfriends, all 
right. A girl as cute as you would have to. You might even do a little 
kissing sometimes with them. But people as old as Jerri and I can't be 
satisfied with that, so there's a few other things we do." 

His condescending attitude miffed her, but only enough to make her want to 
prove that what he said wasn't right. She was determined to make him think 
she was no little kid, even if it involved bluffing a little bit and 
exaggerating about her young love life. 

"Oh, I have boyfriends all right," she said imperiously. "But you're nuts if 
you think all v e know how to do is kiss. Just because Pm not as big as 
Jerri in certain places and not as tall as she is doesn't mean Pm a dummy 
about things a girl can do with a guy, you know. What I do with boys just 
might surprise you." 

"Well, well," said Rodney, unable to hide how impressed he was with her 
little speech. "Do tell. You're making me think Jerri has a very swinging 
sister. You putting me on or do you really mean it? I thought any chick your 
age would be scared to do anything even if she did know about it. You 
claiming you're not?" 

She felt the excitement trembling through her body at his words. She hoped 
he couldn't tell. She managed a little laugh of derision before she spoke. 

"Maybe," she replied insinuatingly, still laughing a bit. "Since you're my 
sister's boyfriend, what difference does it make? You've just been teasing 
me, that's all, and trying to get me to talk about things I shouldn't be 
telling you." 

For the first time, he touched her. It was only a hand on her shoulder as he 
spoke, but they both felt a thrill from it. 

"Teasing you?" he answered. "That's where you're wrong. You're the one who's 
been doing the teasing. If you don't think standing there in front of a guy 
with practically everything you got showing through your nightgown is 
teasing, you don't know much. If it wasn't for waking your little sister up 
I just might do something about it, too. Your mom's out cold for the night, 
that's for sure. We wouldn't have to worry about her." 

He let his hand follow the line of her shoulder to the nape of her neck. The 
skin there was incredibly smooth to his touch, and just the slightest bit 
damp under the edge of her thick blonde hair. She turned away and started to 
walk toward her bedroom. 

"Have a nice sleep then," she said over her shoulder, "Pm going to bed." 

He watched her firm buttocks wiggle for a few steps and then started after 
her. This was too good a chance to turn down. The wise little chick needed 
to be taught a lesson and he was just the guy to do it. If he could just 
keep from waking the other kid, he was going to have himself some fun. 

Young Kathie had already been awakened by the loud talk in the hall and had 
heard most of what was said, but when she heard them coming toward the 
bedroom she froze and played possum. All she had to do was make them think 
she was asleep and she'd really get to see something. 

At the door, Karen saw him behind her and paused for a second, then went 
inside. But she didn't bother to close the door. Rodney followed her right 
into the room and put his arms around her waist from behind, just hard 
enough to stop her. 

"Wait a minute, little prick teaser," he whispered into her ear. "Me and you 
are going to have some fun. Hell, Kathie won't wake up or she would have 
already from hearing us out in the hall. Look at her there in her 
bed-sleeping like a log. Look how she's breathing! You can't use her for an 
excuse." 

She did seem to be fast asleep, Karen noted cautiously, though she usually 
wasn't such a deep sleeper. Maybe she was extra tired from playing hard and 
really wouldn't wake up. But she certainly didn't want to take any chances 
on it. 

Rodney's eagerness to get his hands on Karen made him reckless. He jounced 
Kathie's bed with his hand, hoping to hell she wouldn't wake up. She didn't. 
He beamed. 

"See," he told Karen, speaking in a loud voice to prove his point, "she's 
nothing to worry about." 

He put his hands back around her slim waist, this time with enough pressure 
to keep her from walking. She could feel the touch of each finger through 
her scanty gown. A sense of warm anticipation filled her body, with just the 
slightest touch of fear. After all, she had never really done more than kiss 
a boy and let him get a few feels on the outside of her clothes. She took a 
different tack and feigned indifference. 

"So what?" she coyly answered. "Maybe I don't happen to feel like doing 
anything with you. Just because I know how to do things with a guy doesn't 
necessarily mean I want to do-" 

But the touch of lips on the back of her neck stopped her. 

"You can't fool me, baby," he said. "You know damn well your sweet little 
tits are just dying to have my hands on them." 

She felt his hand lift the back of her nightie and reach around her, cupping 
a breast. It was the first time a male had ever touched her there with no 
clothes to interfere and she couldn't help emitting a small sound of 
pleasure from her throat. 

"Ha ha," he chided,. "you can't make me think you don't groove on the way 
that feels." 

He pulled her close to him and she could feel his arm now, all the way from 
her breast past her ribs and against her soft back. She felt something else. 
He was close enough that his hard maleness was pressing against her lower 
back like a cucumber. 

Wow, she thought to herself, there it is! I'm finally getting to feel the 
thing I saw him work on Jerri with. I'm so much shorter than he is, the darn 
thing's almost up between my shoulder blades-Wonder how it would feel if I 
were as tall as Jerri and had it right in between the cheeks of my butt? 

He knew she could feel it and didn't try to hide it. He grinned and slipped 
his other hand under her nightie, rubbed it over her supple back and ribs, 
then fastened it onto her other naked breast. 

"Lemme feel both those little fuckers," he said. "You got a lot of sweet 
stuff under your nightie that's been going to waste, honey, and I'm going to 
do something about it right now." 

She hadn't spoken a word yet since he touched her nakedness. Now the only 
sound from her was a breathy gasp somewhere between a sigh and a giggle. It 
excited him. 

"Thinking about a certain other place you want my hands on you, aren't you?" 
he challenged, "Thinking about something right down this way, aren't you?" 

She felt his hand slide from one of her pert adolescent breasts, toying with 
the nipple as it left, and creep slowly toward the V of her naked crotch. 

"Aren't you?" he insisted. The commanding new tone of his voice was a little 
bit frightening to her but it also caused a definite thrill to flow through 
her body. Especially the fertile junction of her slim thighs. 

"I ... I'm not saying," she exclaimed. She knew he was pushing for her to 
talk about it but she didn't want to admit the truth. She was loving every 
minute of what he was doing to her and couldn't wait for him to do still 
more things, but she discovered she was very shy when it came to talking. 

"Sure you are," he persisted. "Sure you're going to tell me, sweetie. I'm 
going to make you so fucking hot down there you can't stand it, and if you 
want me to keep on fingering you you're going to have to tell me." 

His fingers had left her navel far behind now and were slowly entering the 
sparse hairs that grew around the edge of her pubescent genitals. She could 
feel his fingertips coursing carefully through the boundaries of her 
brownish-colored muff and knew he could feel the light film of moisture that 
had appeared on her skin. 

Kathie, who lay stiffly under her covers so as not to let them know she was 
awake, was hearing every word. Wow, I'd sure tell him if he was doing that 
to me. I'd tell him to go and frig my cunny right then. I'm so tickly and 
damp in mine I'd love to start playing with it this minute if it wasn't for 
having them catch me at it and know I was awake. Darn, I'd really like to 
grab it! 

"Come on baby," Rodney told Karen, "we been standing here fooling around 
long enough. Let's get in your bed where I can really get some action going 
with you." 

He edged her toward the bed and rolled her onto it, being careful to keep 
his fingers tightly pressed against the mound of her sex. As she assumed a 
prone position, allowing him to make her lie with her head on the pillow and 
her long legs stretched out across the bedspread, he could feel her thighs 
and knees against his. He toyed with the delicate area of her outer genital 
mound in a way that maddened her with pleasure. 

"Say it, honey," he demanded. "Tell what that is I've got my fingers on." 

She was terribly embarrassed in spite of her earlier show of bravado, but 
she was so stimulated by his touch she just had to have more of it. 

"My ... on my-" she began, her face red. 

"Say it, honey, you know darn well what you got down there!" he broke in. 

Suddenly her pride rose to meet the occasion. "What makes you think I'm 
scared to say it?" she replied, "You got your fingers on my pussy, that's 
what!" 

Her words made him shiver with pleasure and he felt his penis throb inside 
his shorts. 

"My p-u-s-s-y, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she exclaimed, spelling the word and 
overcoming her shyness with a flourish. 

"And you really dig having me play with it, too, don't you?" he went on, his 
voice shaking from desire. "You really dig it, don't you, you sexy little 
bitch!" 

"Sure I do," she retorted, bolder now that the ice was broken. "Why not? 
I've had a few boys do it to me before. You're the oldest one I've ever let 
in my panties, but not the only one." 

She was lying again but she felt she had to impress him. 

"Ha ha!" he chortled. "You don't even have any damned panties on, Karen." 

Now that she was opening up and talking nasty to him, he felt friendly to 
her, in addition to feeling excited by her as before. 

"Well," she demurred, "you know what I mean, silly. That's what girls say 
sometimes instead of coming right out and saying a gay fucked them." 

His fingers reached their destination and he at last bestowed a direct touch 
to the moist, tender flesh of her naked organs. 

"Ummmmmm," she sighed, "oh ... oh that's groovy." 

He took her hand and placed it on the outside of his shorts over the hard 
end of his protruding penis. 

"Then how about giving me a little action too?" he suggested, his fingers 
slipping deeper inside her moist slit. "Or don't you know how to do that?" 

"Sure I do," she said. "I was already thinking about grabbing your cock and 
jacking you off even before you asked me." 

This time she wasn't lying. She knew how from watching Jerri do it to him a 
few nights before, and the idea of putting her hands on his naked penis and 
seeing just what it felt like had been deeply imbedded in her brain ever 
since. 

She wormed her way this way and that but she didn't understand the way a 
man's fly is designed and couldn't quite accomplish the thing she wanted. 
Finally he felt her pulling hard on the leg band of one side and raised his 
pelvis so she could have her way. She immediately stripped them down his 
thighs and slapped her hand around his stiff shaft. 

"Now I got it," she muttered. "You'll find out now if I know how to jack you 
off or not." 

He felt her hand start moving up and down in a steady, slow rhythm and 
acknowledged that she knew what she was talking about. 

"No complaints," he told her. "Keep it up like that and you're going to get 
some awful nice pussy-finger from me." 

He was used to bigger girls masturbating him, of course. But he found to his 
surprise that there was something highly erotic in having the smaller, 
softer fingers of a thirteen-year-old on the hard sides of his member. He 
slipped his finger into her vagina as far as the second joint and gingerly 
massaged the wet little tunnel for her as she continued to masturbate him. 
The young teenager was making him feel very hot and he was determined to 
produce excitement of equal intensity in her warm, moist sex. 

"Ummmmm," she moaned softly, responding to his caress. 

Kathie was avidly listening to every sound and watching every move she could 
make out. The room was far from being totally dark, so she saw plenty. 

Heck, she thought to herself, they're doing so much stuff to each other now 
they won't notice if I move around some in my bed. It makes my cunny so 
juicy to see what they're doing that I have to reach down and give it a few 
frigs even if they do catch me at it! 

The ten-year-old lowered her hand and entered the warm, silky confines of 
her panties. Although Karen wasn't wearing either panties or her 
ever-present brassiere on this particular night, Kathie wore a pair of her 
regular panties. She had become so warm between her young thighs that she 
heartily approved of how her older sister had left hers off. 

Hmmmm, she thought to herself, I wonder if Karen knew Rodney might do 
something like this to her tonight? If she did, it's no wonder she left her 
panties and bra off and stayed naked under her nightie. I'm wet as heck just 
from spying on them-with his fingers in there, she must be steaming up her 
cunny something awful! 

The youngster raised herself from her pillow to see better what was going on 
in Karen's bed and let her fingers find her genitals. With a thumb and 
forefinger, she toyed with the delicate folds of her tiny, undeveloped vulva 
and felt it warm to her touch and become soft and pliable. Soon she was able 
to work three fingers into the vestibule of the damp little orifice. "Oh, 
wow," she whispered quietly to herself, "that's yummy. It's hot as it can 
be. Maybe I can even make myself come like grown-ups do all the time." 

As Rodney and Karen moved around on their bed and exposed more and more of 
their nakedness to the precocious little girl, she concentrated more loving 
attention to her moist slit Then it hit her. "Hey, my cunny is juicy," she 
whispered to herself. "It's all slick and damp like Karen's was the time she 
let me watch her play with herself. And she said all girls' cunnies get that 
way when they're old enough. Wow, that means I'm getting grown up faster!" 

If Karen and Rodney were not so occupied with other things they would have 
undoubtedly overheard Kathie's excited whispering, but such notice was far 
beyond them. They were lying close together with their hands still eagerly 
massaging each other's organ. He had her nightie all the way up to her waist 
and had already kicked his under-shorts to his ankles. 

"Come on, sweetie, there's no use pretending this damned thing is covering 
you up anymore," he said. "And there's no use wearing it if it's not doing 
its job. Here, lemme get it off over your head ... there, that's the way, 
raise your arms ... Jesus, what sweet little knockers you got. You're giving 
me such a good hand job I hate to have you raise your arms to get rid of 
your gown-but the eyeful of your boobs I'm getting out of the deal makes it 
well worthwhile." 

He had her all the way naked now and just lay looking at her. She was on her 
side, her long blonde hair flowing down her curvaceous waist and partially 
concealing her pouting breasts. The expression on her face was a combination 
of nervous anticipation and virginal lust. She had never had it done to her 
before, but she was almost certain to experience it now, she knew. What 
would it be like? What would it be like to feel the hard flesh of his cock 
between the tender, moist lips of her most private parts? Sure, she'd seen 
others do it-but watching wasn't enough, she wanted to feel it. She took his 
penis back into her hand without him asking her to and the unexpected move 
sent a surge of desire through him like a spark. 

An oily grin lit his face. "Shit, honey, you weren't kidding me, were you? 
You're a long ways from being the dumb bunny kid I thought you'd have to be 
at your age. You love playing with my cock, don't you?" 

She nodded her head up and down. "Sure I do. The guys I have for boyfriends 
are all my age, so theirs are pretty small compared to your big cock. It's 
really fun to have something in my hands this big. Don't forget me, though. 
You were lying there looking at me for so long just now I thought you forgot 
about touching me. Aren't you going to finger-fuck my pussy like you were 
doing before you took my gown off?" 

Her directness surprised and excited him. He lost no time cramming his hand 
back between her legs. 

"Ouch!" she cried. "Slow down, will you? You yanked a couple of my hairs 
out!" 

He realized he'd been a bit too rough with her but he couldn't resist a 
wisecrack. 

"Hairs?" he repeated, chuckling and peering between her thighs at the 
scanty, blondish-brown curls that barely concealed the rise of her organs. 
"Hell, them aren't hairs yet. All you got is a little peach fuzz. The fuzz 
on your snatch isn't much more than the down on a baby duck's back. It'll be 
a few more years before you have a real woman's muff down there. If you want 
to see a real nice crotchful of cunt hair, take a look at Jerri's some time. 
Her fucking cunt is thick as a forest with it." 

But his heavy-handed banter didn't faze Karen at all. She was confident by 
now of her sexual attractiveness to him. She just grinned and went on 
handling his stiff organ while he did the same with hers. He could just make 
out a thin line of sweat on her upper lip and knew he must be getting to 
her. 

"Getting awful hot aren't you, honey? That little cunt of yours was wet for 
a long time but now you're sweating all over," he said to her. 

She knew what he meant and licked her tongue over her lip to remove the 
beads of moisture that had sprung up there. Even the salty taste of her own 
sweat was somehow a little exciting to her, she noted. She must really be 
getting hot for that to happen. Maybe she'd be able to have her first good 
orgasm if this kept up. 

I've been so darned close to it without getting it, she thought to herself, 
as he manipulated her wet folds. Maybe he can make me really get my cookies 
off like the older girls at school say they've had a boy do with them. 

She squirmed toward him and brazenly widened her legs so his fingers could 
slip in deeper. The look on her face as she did it was almost as exciting to 
him as the motion itself. Her expression plainly told him she knew it was 
naughty and nasty to act like she was doing, but that she was so lustful she 
was going to do it anyway. 

"You're needing more than just a finger or two in your pussy now, aren't 
you?" he commented greedily. 

The time was near when he was bound to discover she was a virgin, she 
realized with a start. She was prepared for whatever pain might come and she 
knew she'd probably bleed a little. But she'd made him believe she was much 
more experienced than she was and was afraid he might look down on her for 
still having her maidenhead after the knowing way she'd been acting. 

"I'm sure hot, all right," she acknowledged. "And I ... I ... I do need more 
than just your fingers in my pussy. You sure have a big one though. It's 
going to be an awfully tight fit. Are you sure I'm big enough to take it 
from you? I told you the guys I ... the guys I'm used to are much smaller 
than you." 

"Don't worry, sweetie," he cajoled. "I won't hurt you any. I'll feed it to 
you a little at a time. I know damned well I can get the head in at least 
partway and-oh shit, I'm getting so god damned horny from talking to you 
about it I can't stand it, I have to do it instead of just yammering about 
it!" 

He pushed himself against her soft, warm front and applied his glans against 
the swelling, downy mound. Her hands never left its stiff shaft. When she 
felt the wonderful point of pleasure of his hot glans against her sex, she 
caught her breath. A quick gasp escaped from her throat. 

Wow, she thought to herself, if it feels this good just on the outside, I 
just have to have him stick it all the way in no matter if he does find out 
I'm cherry! My gosh, it feels fantastic to have someone's cock right up 
against your pussy like this! 

Kathie was all eyes and ears. Her little fingers were fluttering between her 
thighs like a drunk butterfly. Boy, Sis is really about to get it now. The 
head of his thing's right on her naked cunny! she thought to herself with 
alarm. 

"Ummmm," moaned Karen, as he pressed his organ into her. "Oh, wow, that 
really turns me on. Go ahead and stick it in even if it does hurt a little 
bit!" 

"You sweet little cutie," he wheezed, "I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna do 
that very thing," 

Karen was flat on her back now and Rodney was splitting her open. Slowly but 
surely, his magnificent member was sliding into the hot interior of her 
virginal young orifice. It seemed to her that she could feel every smooth 
outline of its bullet-shaped nose. 

"Unghhh," she groaned. Her voice, normally quite high, Was now lowering its 
pitch from the intense passion she was beginning to experience. She turned 
her head to one side and her thick hair spread over the pillow and most of 
her chest. 

Rodney couldn't stand to have her beautiful young breasts covered up by 
anything. "Gimme some titty," he gasped, stretching his head upward over the 
flat plain of her smooth belly. "You got a pair of the sweetest little jugs 
I've ever seen. I can't fuck you right unless I have my hands on them!" 

She felt his face move toward her breasts. These two firm mounds of flesh 
were, after all, something which she was extremely proud of. To have him 
tell her that about her little beauties was terribly gratifying and exciting 
to her. Of course she wanted his hands on them. Even the softness of her 
thick hair was too much cover for them at a time like this. She wanted them 
naked in his hands and even more if he wanted-and she'd tell him so. 

"Oh, gosh," she cried, "sure you can put your hands on 'em, Rodney. Grab 'em 
both tight and feel me up all you want. I love it. You can put more than 
your hands on them if you want to-I don't even care if you ... kiss them!" 

Rodney was sweating to beat the band. He took her fat, slick nubbins in his 
hands and kneaded them like dough for several seconds. They were both so 
slippery they felt like they had been rubbed down with warm lanolin. He 
started to make some comment about what she offered him, but at the last 
second he became too excited to wait and just did it. She saw his face 
looming over her swollen chest and raised it up to meet him. 

"Ahhhh," he sighed, closing his open mouth over a taut, dark-tipped nipple. 
Pleasure shot through her entire body. But he wasn't ready to stop there. 
She felt his mouth leave the spot and dart quickly to her other pert breast. 
Again his lips wetly enclosed the sensitive flesh, this time enlivened by 
his probing tongue. 

"Ummmm ... ummmmm," she moaned. "Please do that for a long time, will you? 
Oh, please!" 

He felt her hands on his buttocks and his ribs squeezed by her arms. She was 
pulling his pelvis against her with all her might and moaning like a pup. 

"Okay, baby," he mumbled, his words garbled by the nipple in his mouth. 
"You've showed me you want it awful bad. Here goes-take it in now, 
sweetheart ... take it in ... take it ... take it!" 

On the very first deep thrust, Karen felt the membrane of her virginity give 
way. His hard penis went crashing deep inside her vagina and out again. 
Before she could stop to think of pain, it was in and out again. Each time 
the swollen organ entered her tender channel it forced the split in her 
maidenhead to grow larger, and in a very few seconds she was most definitely 
not a virgin anymore. But the sensation was so exciting to her that she 
barely felt the pain. The heat and sweet wetness of his thrusts were so sexy 
and satisfying to her precocious young flesh that the pain was negligible. 

She put her hands on his head and pressed his mouth against her nipple as he 
bored away at her nether region. She was sweating in great, rolling beads 
and the erotic scent of her wet underarms filled his nostrils with the 
unmistakable aroma of her damp excitement. The hard tip of her nipple 
strutted before the loving attack of his tongue like a good soldier. 

Kathie was up on her hands and knees now, straining her neck to see every 
possible detail. The covers were stretched over her back, her panties were 
halfway down her legs, and her hand was busy as a bee between the parted 
lips of her glistening genitals. She could see the penis going in and out 
her sister's organs and she could see Rodney's mouth sucking the swollen 
tips of her breasts. 

"Oh, wow," she whispered to herself in the darkness, "I think he's going to 
make her come. Listen to her-she's as noisy as Jerri was that time." 

Kathie was doing a very dedicated job of stimulating her own sensitive spot. 
But although she had made herself very wet for the first time, she wasn't 
quite able to attain an orgasm when they did. As she looked on, Karen and 
the young man gripped each other tighter and tighter, twisting and turning 
their damp bodies until they both fell heavily on the bedspread and quit 
moving. She could hear them breathing loud and raspy for a few minutes 
after. 

"Lie still and I'll clean us up," Karen suddenly told Rodney, taking him by 
surprise. 

Jesus, he thought to himself, the little chick's acting like a pro at this. 

But the real reason was that she was anxious to keep him from finding out 
that he had been her first real lover. She hurried to the bathroom for a wet 
washcloth and carefully wiped his penis-all signs of blood were removed. 
Then she washed herself off good from the hot water faucet. Her secret was 
safe. 

Rodney was exhausted. He had come to the Spicer house for a date with Jerri, 
but had wound up in bed with both her mother and her little sister. It was 
much too much to think about. As he stumbled off to the guest bedroom to 
sleep, he hesitated a minute at the door. "Okay, sugar," he told Karen, "you 
can fuck like a mink. For a thirteen-year-old, you really know how to handle 
that pussy and tits. But just be damned sure you handle your mouth as well. 
Know what I mean?" 

She warmed under the compliment and turned her face up to him with a knowing 
little grin. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom or Jerri. I'd be in as much 
trouble as you if they found out." 

He glanced down the stairs at Jane Spicer, saw that she was still blissfully 
sleeping, then went on to the guest room and was asleep almost before his 
head hit the pillow. 

Back in the girls' room, Karen was also nearly asleep. But as she drifted 
off, she thought of her upcoming study date with Kenny. Now she could be 
sure she'd be up to his expectations. Fifteen used to sound old to her, she 
mused, but after letting her sister's twenty-one-year-old boyfriend take her 
cherry Kenny would be easy to handle. 

Kathie wasn't asleep yet either. She was thinking about Rodney's remark as 
he left and about Karen's answer. She had almost forgotten that it was, 
after all, Jerri's boyfriend she'd been watching in bed with Karen. Then she 
thought of Karen's date with Kenny. 

Hmmmm, she thought to herself excitedly. If Karen can do things with her big 
sis's boyfriend, maybe I can too-with Kenny! Wouldn't that be groovy if I 
could figure out a way to get him to screw me? 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Kathie went to sleep that night with her fingers between the still-moist 
lips of her hairless young pubic mound. And in her dreams came scenes of 
faceless boys trying to see up her dress. She was laughing and running about 
between them. From time to time she yanked her skirt up and let one of them 
see the frilly panties she wore. It was always the same boy, and he was the 
only one she could recognize. It was Kenny, the boy who was coming to study 
with Karen. 

Jane, deep in an alcoholic stupor, slept long and well. When she finally did 
wake up her head felt like it had been run over by a coal truck. She jumped 
up from the chair in which she'd spent the night, thought wildly and 
nervously about the events of the night before, then headed for the 
bathroom. 

After a good hot show she felt much better. She was amazed at what little 
guilt she felt about letting her daughter's young boyfriend make love to 
her. Amazed and pleased. The liquor had helped, of course, but it had mainly 
been because she wanted to do it. Once she admitted that fact to herself, 
everything else fell pretty well into perspective. Maybe she'd been being 
much too hard on herself about her sexual desires. They existed. Why not 
admit them and do something to satisfy them? Suddenly she was able to be 
very objective about things. She marched straight upstairs and woke Rodney 
up. 

"Lover, you were great fun last night," she candidly told him. "And I'm 
sorry I conked out on you before the second session. But you'd better get up 
and hightail it out of here before Jerri comes home and wants to know what's 
been going on. I can keep the girls quiet about you spending the night here, 
but you'd better scat." 

He was up and into his clothes in seconds. On the way out the door he asked 
if he could ever see Jane again, and she replied, "Maybe you can. We'll 
see." She smiled to herself as she heard his car drive away. She was feeling 
pretty confident. 

The phone rang. It was an unfamiliar voice. Oh, no, she thought to herself, 
if it's ... if it's that obscene caller again, I'll scream. Jane had no idea 
the obscene caller had phoned once while she was out and talked to her 
daughter; the exact thing she feared. But it wasn't him at all. 

"For shame, Jane," chided the man. "This is Herbert. Herbert out at Twin 
Acres!" 

She was embarrassed at not recognizing his voice. It was the golf pro at the 
country club where she and her husband used to spend a lot of time before he 
passed away. She apologized and they made small talk for a few minutes, then 
he got down to business. He told her he'd seen her having dinner with 
someone one night at a restaurant and wanted to know if she'd go out with 
him. 

She knew he must have seen her with either Harry or Terry, but didn't know 
which one. It didn't matter. She let him know that she was through grieving 
over her husband's death and that she'd be glad to go out with him sometime. 
A date was set to play a few rounds of golf the following Sunday afternoon 
and she hung up, smiling. 

A few days before, she would have been ashamed to know that Herbert had 
spotted her with another man. Now she didn't care at all. She was even glad. 
For Herbert, she well remembered, was a quite good-looking man. He had been 
a good friend of her husband's. Now she just might accept him as a good 
friend of her own. 

She thought of how smart he always looked in his golfing clothes, with his 
tanned face and his strong white teeth. He was only a few years younger than 
her husband, but he was a very appealing man. It just might be that he would 
become a very good friend to her, she mused. It all depended on him. With 
her new sense of gradually changing values about sex, Jane was ready for 
almost anything. 

Jerri came home that afternoon, reported that her date had been fun but not 
fun enough, and promptly went to bed. The next day she explained to her 
mother that the boy was cute enough, but had tried to weasel out of paying 
checks and getting her to do it on some pretext. She wasn't going to see him 
anymore. She wanted to know if Rodney had called while she was out. It was 
hard for Jane to control her voice, but she did. 

"Why, yes, dear, he did," she said. "Not on the phone though. In person. He 
dropped by-" 

"You told him what I asked you to, didn't you, Mom?" broke in Jerri. "You 
didn't tell him I was out with another guy did you?" 

Jane assured her that she had done exactly as requested, adding that she had 
even poured Rodney a drink. She was "Sure that he'd be getting in touch with 
her soon, she said to Jerri. She made no mention of what happened after the 
drink. 

The girl brightened. "That's swell, Mom," she gushed. "I knew I could count 
on you." 

Both Karen and Kathie were especially quiet that day, Jane noted. She didn't 
know why, but she enjoyed the change. Maybe they were both finally getting 
to be little ladies after all. Before long she should take them aside and 
tell them a little about the facts of life. Karen, at least. That brassiere 
she was so proud of-getting to wear was looking awfully full lately. It 
wouldn't be long before boys would start to notice it. 

The following Sunday afternoon when Jane was getting ready for her date with 
Herbert, she called Jerri into her bedroom. 

"Tell me the truth now, honey," she told her. "Do you think I look silly 
like this? Like I'm trying to look like a teen-ager or anything like that? 
I'm trying to decide-" 

"Mom, you look great! You know how young everyone says you look- wearing 
that blouse without a bra makes you look even younger. No hard edges and 
boney-looking places like with a bra. But what in the world ever made you 
change your mind about it? Jeez, you even got uptight about me going braless 
last week. Now you're doing it yourself!" exclaimed Jerri, her eyes full of 
surprise. 

"Oh, I don't know," answered Jane, a little defensively. "I've never been 
really closed to the idea. You know I have an open mind about most things, 
dear. I just thought it looked sort of cheap or something. Now ... now I 
think I see it more the way you said. You know, more natural. So I thought I 
might dress that way on my golf date with Herbert this afternoon if you 
thought-" 

"No, Mom, I think you look just great. Really! Let's face it. You've got ... 
I mean you're really built nice. If you don't mind hearing your daughter say 
such a thing, I think you're really lucky to have such fine boobs at 
thirty-seven, I mean there's hardly any sagging and they're so-oh I'd better 
shut up. You'll think I'm queer for you." Jerri said. 

Jane shrugged off the compliment. It was settled then. She would wear her 
short golfing skirt and wear her the loose top with nothing underneath but 
her skin. 

Jerri waved to her as she went into the patio to meet Herbert when he drove 
up and told her to have a good time. He was pretty good-looking, she 
decided, even if he was too old for her tastes by a few years. It was almost 
like their roles had become reversed and she was the mother seeing Jane, the 
daughter, off on her date. 

Hmmm, she mused, watching the pair drive away from the house, Mom's really a 
pretty groovy woman. Even if she is my mother. She remembered that Rodney 
complimented her on how attractive her mother was after he first met her. 
She smiled wryly. If she didn't watch out, she jokingly thought, Rodney 
might even start getting eyes for her mom. 

Then she turned to the full-length hall mirror and surveyed her own looks. 
The slim, finely shaped legs; the high, prominent breasts; the teasing jut 
of her firm buttocks; the thick head of shiny black hair and the pretty, 
smooth-complexioned face-nothing had changed. She could more than hold her 
own with most competition. 

The thought of Rodney made her get a tiny bit warm inside her panties. After 
letting her more recent date make love to her and then deciding to drop him, 
it would be very nice to be naked again with Rodney. 

Kathie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, Sis, do me a favor, will you? 
Karen says the pictures in this book are nasty. She says girls that feel 
each other up like in these pictures are queers. Is that true? Is it really 
bad to do what they're doing to each other? I'm afraid to ask Mom." 

Jerri took one look at the opened page and did a double take. Apparently her 
little sister was growing up pretty fast. "Okay, honey," she said to Kathie. 
"Come sit in my room so Karen won't bother you. I guess this is something I 
better have a long talk with you about." 

The little girl was delighted at her big sister's understanding response and 
happily scampered up the stairs, the book clasped tightly in her hand. 

A few miles outside of town at Twin Acres, not a soul was scampering. It was 
too hot. The sun beat down on the golf cart canopy with relentless heat, and 
by the time Jane and Herbert reached the third hole, both were sweating like 
field hands. 

"Ha ha!" he boomed. "If we had any sense we'd quit swinging these clubs and 
head off through the thickets to the lake. It's a lot cooler down there, I 
bet." 

Jane's answer floored him. "Sounds good to me," she said. "And it would be a 
lot more comfortable if we didn't have these hot clothes on too. Too bad we 
aren't nudists." 

She had to be kidding, but the idea sounded awfully sweet coming from her 
mouth whether she meant it or not. But as he headed the golf cart on toward 
the fourth green, she asked if that was the way to the lake and he realized 
she was serious. 

He turned off the fairway and headed through the thicket. As the resident 
golf pro of the club, he thanked heaven he knew the grounds well enough to 
know where the place was. He smiled to himself. It was a very private place. 
They parked in the shade and he brought out a cold thermos bottle of 
martinis. 

Jane started to accept a drink but then refused it. For once, she decided, 
she would not rely on alcohol to prime her for lovemaking. If that's what 
should happen to be on Herbert's mind, she'd make out just fine without any 
drinks this time. But she encouraged Herbert to have a martini, so he wasn't 
put off by her refusal. She noticed him staring at her breasts and felt 
secretly quite proud of them. She took care not to show them off by 
posturing or assuming certain positions. Some women, she knew, always did 
that even if they didn't have much to show. Without the bra she always wore, 
Jane had no doubt about the attractiveness of her torso. She could feel the 
tips of her nipples against her loose top and knew that Herbert could easily 
make them out. And they were still soft too. How would they look to him if 
they got hard? 

He made himself another drink and asked her to sit on the grass under a big 
tree by the lake. When she sat down she did it with the utmost casualness, 
paying no attention at all to how her short golfing skirt behaved. She was 
completely natural. Herbert was watching like a hawk, though he did his best 
to keep it from being obvious. 

He'd seen women show off on purpose before plenty of times, giving a man an 
"accidental" and teasing shot up their dress or down their blouse. That was 
enjoyable enough. But Jane was different. He got the impression from her 
unhurried, casual manner that she was quite aware that she had a good body 
and simply didn't need to call attention to it. This was even sexier, he 
thought. 

He could see about six inches above her knees with no trouble, and the 
darkness that blocked him from seeing any higher was erotic and mysterious 
to him. Damn! How he'd like to see just a few more inches up those smooth, 
slender thighs! Her remark about nudism had been burning in his ears ever 
since he heard it. He had to pursue the subject even if he made an ass of 
himself. It would be arousing to Herbert just to talk about being naked with 
this sex pot. 

He brought up the subject as unobtrusively as possible and then plunged on 
and made it personal. He asked her if she ever sun-bathed around her house 
with no clothes on and she told him she did. The thought of her lying naked 
in her patio made his Adam's apple jerk. He said it was a shame to let all 
the sun go to waste since it was too hot for golf and she readily agreed. 
His mouth got dry. 

"Listen," he said, "nobody can see you here. Hell, if you want to, strip 
down a little so you can add to your tan ... heh heh ... I mean, you'd be 
uncomfortable with me around if you were completely naked but-" 

Her very nervousness about mentioning the matter was exciting to her. She 
knew he was dying to see her with as much bare skin as possible. She grinned 
and took off her shoes as he spoke, then interrupted him. "Not really, 
Herbert," she said slowly. "We're both adults. We've seen people with no 
clothes on before. I'd be lying if I told you my husband was the only man 
I'd ever seen in the buff. And I'm sure you must have seen more than a few 
naked women in your time." 

The blood pounded in his head. My God, was he going to get her to strip in 
front of him? He was especially complimented by her last observation and 
grinned acknowledgment ... Now her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and 
she was fooling with the snap. The sight of her naked feet in the grass made 
him think of having the rest of her luscious body the same way. He leaned 
forward. 

"Here, Jane," "he said, not believing his good fortune. "Let me help you 
with that." 

He undid the snap and laid open the side of her skirt. His eyes were fixed 
on the black silk material of her undergarment. It was all he-could do to 
keep from cramming his hand inside and feeling. She asked if he was going to 
strip too and for a second his mind boggled. This was too good to be true. 
If she was just teasing him he'd kill himself. "Sure," he answered. "Can't 
let you get all the sun." 

He took off his shoes and shirt and when he looked up Jane was sitting on 
the grass in nothing but her long top. The bottom of it came just below her 
crotch, preventing him from seeing her sex by the barest margin. And as he 
watched with bated breath, she began unbuttoning even that. 

She glanced up and saw him sitting in his pants. Nice shoulders, she 
observed, and solidly muscled arms. When he made no move to go further, she 
egged him on. "Not leaving your pants on, are you?" she calmly asked. "Don't 
you want to be tan all over?" 

He'd let this go far enough, he thought with frustration. He was through 
playing the part of the gentleman. "Listen, Jane," he told her, "if you want 
to know the truth I left my pants on so I wouldn't embarrass you. I've been 
getting hot as hell from watching you, and my cock's hard as a brick." 

She laughed softly. "It isn't exactly a secret. I noticed it sticking up 
under your pants back when we were still in the golf cart. But you ought to 
give me more credit, Herbert. Seeing your cock won't embarrass me. It'll do 
something different." 

He jerked his belt from its loops and tossed it on the ground, then kicked 
his pants off. His penis stood straight out under his boxer shorts. "You 
mean you'll like seeing it?" he asked. "Is that how it'll make you feel? 
Here it is then!" He pulled his shorts down and his firm member sprang free. 
The look in her eyes was openly appreciative. 

"Nice," she said huskily, "nice. You're built real good. The hell with the 
sun-bathing, Herbert. Seeing that thing makes me think of something else." 

He was feverish with desire. "God damn it, that's the kind of straight talk 
I like from a woman. Get that top off, will you? You must know Fm champing 
at the bit to see those big jugs of yours. I knew fucking well you weren't 
wearing a bra over them when I first picked you up today. And how about your 
panties? They're still on." 

"Watch me," she told him. "They're coming off." 

"If you don't hurry up about it, I'm going to come off myself," he said with 
a grin. 

"That'd be a shame, Herbert," she pouted. "Don't let that happen just yet, 
will you?" She unbuttoned the bottom and let the breeze blow her top open. 
Her fully packed breasts bobbed nakedly in front of his eyes. 

"Jesus Christ, honey!" he exploded. "I hope you don't expect me to keep my 
hands off those damn things!" 

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knelt then from her sitting 
position and stuck her thumb in the waistband of her black lace panties. 
With slow, sensuous manipulations of her hand and hips, she worked the 
undergarment downward over the tanned loveliness of her slender legs. She 
watched his penis bob with life as he looked on. 

"If those fucking things are coining off," Herbert suddenly fumed, "they got 
to come off a hell of a lot faster than that." He made his move, stepping to 
her and taking the top of the filmy undergarment in his hand and holding her 
wrist with the other. Then he drew them down to her knees and urged her onto 
her feet. When she was standing up he jerked them to her ankles and stepped 
between her feet, holding the panties to the ground. Then he took her in his 
arms and pulled her sideways, leaving the panties on the grass and her lush 
body completely naked. 

She felt the heat of his hard member against her bare groin. The touch made 
her go weak against his broad chest and throw her arms around his back. "Hug 
me, Herbert," she said. "I was a bitch for teasing you like that. I was 
taking way too much time to get naked. I'm glad you finished the job for 
me." 

He smiled and pulled her tighter, insinuating the end of his stiff organ 
into the curly forest between her legs. "Feel that?" he wanted to know. 

"Ummmm, God, you know I do!" she said. "I know a better place for it, 
though." 

"You're hot for me already, aren't you?" he said, amazed. "I could go for it 
now too, baby, but I got to love you up more before I stick it in. Here, lie 
down on the grass so I can get some good loving from you before I shove it 
to you." 

He picked her up in his arms and eagerly lay her down on the ground under 
the shade of the tree. She lay limp like putty and let him do what he 
wanted. He started kissing her mouth and face, then moved lower to her neck 
and upper chest. "You know I got to suck this pair of tits some, baby," he 
whispered. "You know I got to do that." 

She brazenly took his hand and shoved it between her legs and at the same 
time, grabbed the stalk of his member. "Suck all you want, lover," she said. 
"I love it. But work on my cunt some, too. I'm so hot I want a little bit of 
love there." 

He moved his fingers all over her groin with frantic, nervous motions, then 
took her outer lips firmly between his thumb and forefinger. "Lemme get you 
nice and wet down there then," he said consolingly. "If you want to be loved 
there you got to be prepared for it." 

The second his fingers touched the naked flesh of her sex, underneath all 
her hairs, he found out she was plenty wet already. Her love juices flowed 
across the slick surface of her warm vulva and made her curls stick to her 
skin in ringlets. "Shit, you're hot as hell already!" he exclaimed. "You 
don't even need to be fingered!" 

"Maybe I don't need to be," she whispered, "but I want to be. My pussy's wet 
okay, but it's going to get even wetter if you play with it. God ahead and 
finger-fuck it for me." 

As she spoke she moved her own hand on his penis. She had just been holding 
it until then and that was exciting enough. But when she moved it, he felt 
the moistness of her fingers and palm slide up and down and groaned from the 
pleasure. 

Her vagina was making little undulations. 

The action of his fingers on her slippery outer lips was getting her excited 
awfully fast. She knew he was very hot too and didn't want to risk having 
him reach his peak with his organ still in her hand, so she raised her knees 
and urged him downward. 

"I need more than just a plain fuck from you, baby," he told her, rising 
slightly off her body. 

He wants me to blow him, she thought to herself. He wants my mouth on his 
cock for a few minutes before he rams it in where I need it. Okay by me, as 
long as there's plenty left for later. But she was wrong. He flipped her 
over on her stomach and grabbed a breast in each hand from behind. Then she 
was surprised by the touch of his penis against the back of her long legs". 
For a little while he was content to rub it up and down the surfaces, but 
soon he pushed hard and forced her thighs apart. The hot head of the 
instrument pressed upwards toward the cheeks of her buttocks and she felt it 
touch the soft skin of the rounded hillocks. "Hey, what's going on?" she 
cried. "You trying to-" 

"I'm not trying, I'm doing it, baby," he grunted, pumping away on top of 
her. "If you've never had it in the ass, just hang on. You'll love it back 
there!" 

And with that he parted the tight orifice between her firm globes and shoved 
himself up her rectum. 

"Ouch!" she cried, experiencing a man's penis there for the first time. But 
very quickly the initial pain was gone and she discovered she was enjoying 
it. It was a little like having her maidenhead busted when she was a girl, 
she thought. "Ummm," she mumbled, "um um, nobody ever did that to me before 
... oooh, keep it up, will you? Keep it coming like that. This is almost as 
good as in my cunt!" 

After a few more strokes he suddenly flipped her over again. He spread her 
legs and bolted into her moist channel with one motion. "Oh," she cried, 
"this is fantastic! You get me all worked up behind and now you switch over 
to my cunt. I need your big fat prick in there now more than ever!" 

He was above her like a colossus. His knees were dug in on each side of her 
hips and his penis was sinking all the way into her, then coming all the way 
out again. He had his hands on her breasts and was slowly kneading them in 
time to his thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed as she writhed beneath him. 

"Now you got it, now you don't!" he started yelling. "Now you got it-" he 
lowered his organ and plunged deep inside, "-now you don't!" He withdrew it 
all the way out and raised his pelvis high. This way she was deprived of any 
contact with it at the peak of every backstroke. The result was that it felt 
even better when it finally came rushing back down into her again, parting 
her outer lips and sinking into her heated canal like a dive bomber. 

"Ungh ... ungh," she grunted, picking up the rhythm. "You're burning me up! 
Oh, shit, you're-" 

"Good, baby," he encouraged, "good. That's the way. Meet me every time, feed 
it to me!" 

She raised her pelvis off the grass every time he bore downward, arching her 
back and letting him split her open. When he jerked it out and raised 
himself high above her, she dropped her butt to the ground and bounced up 
again to meet him. "Here it is, lover!" she screamed. "Here it is ... my 
God, here's my cunt ... fuck away, fuck away at it!" 

He looked at her and saw sweat running from her neck and breasts. Her face 
was screwed up in a tight grimace and her arms were reaching for his 
shoulders on every down stroke. The hot meat of her burning orifice took 
every thrust and clamored for more. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Fucking 
is what you're getting, baby ... fucking is what you're ... oh my God, my 
nuts are busting ... I'm-" he gasped. 

"Shoot it in me, lover!" she screamed, pumping her pelvis as fast as she 
could. "I'm starting to come myself ... go ahead and get your nuts off in me 
... shoot me full of it ... oh ... ooooh ... ahhhh ... aiiii!" 

Herbert dug his toes in the dirt and thrust himself into her like a 
battering ram. The end of his instrument buried itself deep in her steaming 
slit and erupted like a volcano. He gasped like he was dying and yelled at 
the top of his lungs. Then it was over. He slipped forward against her 
sweaty body, kissed the nipple of a breast as his mouth slid past, and lay 
gasping for breath on the grass beside her. 

Several minutes later when he recovered he stumbled to the golf cart and 
took out the thermos of martinis. He poured a stream over his limp organ to 
wash off the remaining sperm, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and turned 
to Jane. "Would you like some?" he asked, grinning. "You turned it down 
before, but maybe you'd like to wash yourself out with it a little. Sorry I 
can't offer you a shower." 

"No thanks," she declined. "It may not hurt you to do that but if I ever let 
that alcohol touch the inside of my cunt it would burn like fire. We girls 
are a little more delicate than you fellows, you know. I've got a better 
idea." 

She took a rag and walked a few yards to the lake, dipped the cloth in and 
washed off her vagina. As he watched her squatting there he thought how 
surprised and delighted he would be to come up on her and catch her doing 
that. If he didn't know her and just happened upon her there, the sight 
would make him come in his pants. 

After they were fully dressed and ready to drive the golf cart back onto the 
fairway the sun was already starting to go down. He waved a hand at the 
western horizon. "It's cool enough to continue our golf game now, but I 
don't much feel like it. Do you? What we did was much better than whacking a 
little white ball around all afternoon," he said. 

"That kind of talk doesn't sound like something a golf pro would say," she 
observed. "You sportsmen are supposed to be in love with your game. What 
would the players think if they heard you talking like that, demeaning their 
game?" 

He accepted her friendly teasing with a smile, then pointed out, "That's 
nothing. What if I told them it took me an hour and a half to tee off on the 
fourth hole?" 

"But we didn't get that far," she began, then stopped herself as she caught 
his joke. "If it's this hole you're talking about, mister," she said, 
pointing into her lap, "you'd just better not tell the boys anything at all 
about it." 

All the way to her house he thought about how lucky he'd been to think of 
calling Jane and how great it was going to be the next time. But he was 
overconfident. He was sure she'd go out with him the following weekend but 
when he asked her she was indifferent. His pride was hurt so he pushed the 
point. "You must have got something from it today," he protested. "You sure 
seemed to like it when I was fucking you. Why won't you commit yourself 
about another date with me? Wouldn't you like to keep things happening 
between us?" 

Her answer was icy. "I never denied liking it when you fucked me. But 
letting you do that to me once had nothing to do with the future. I might go 
out with you again and I might not. It's a big world, Herbert. There are a 
lot of attractive people in it-men as well as women. This isn't the 
nineteenth century, you know. Women have a choice about their sex lives now 
just as men do." 

She left his car without inviting him inside and he peeled away from the 
curb, scattering gravel with his tires. "Go to hell, you dumb whore!" he 
yelled out the window as he turned the corner. "You probably fuck everybody 
in town!" 

As he disappeared down the street she walked through the patio and looked 
around to see if any of her daughters had been within earshot of his voice. 
She was proud of herself for holding her ground and laying down the law to 
Herbert, but she hoped no one had heard him yell at her like that. No one 
was in sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. She changed clothes and went 
to the market. Tonight was the night Karen's young boyfriend was coming over 
to study and she wanted to pick up something nice for the pair to snack on. 

Jerri was in her room taking a nap. She had a date with Rodney and wanted to 
be fresh and ready for plenty of action with him. Kathie was lying in her 
room on the bed, but she wasn't sleeping. She was in deep thought. Jerri had 
spent several minutes with her that afternoon telling her about the pictures 
in her book. What she told her disagreed with what Karen had claimed when 
she made the mistake of asking her. And she was certain that Jerri knew much 
more about things than thirteen-year-old Karen. 

According to Jerri it was simple. Some girls liked to make love to other 
girls better than with men. As long as both participants wanted to do it, 
there wasn't a thing wrong with it. But there were laws against it so you 
couldn't tell anybody if you were that way. Ages ago, in the time when the 
statutes in the book were made, there had been no law against such things 
and so it was more common. And it wasn't nasty or evil, and you shouldn't 
call those who liked it "queers" or make fun of them. 

When Kathie asked if Jerri had ever done anything like that with another 
girl, the older girl was tongue tied for a minute. Finally she said that she 
had played around with a few girls when she was younger, but that she never 
did it anymore because men were much more fun. If a girl didn't have any 
other way to get sex, it was possible she night go to another girl for 
it-otherwise it wasn't necessary. Then Jerri had suddenly stopped herself 
and told Kathie a girl her age didn't need to know about such things anyway. 
She had seemed a little embarrassed that she had let herself get into such a 
subject with Kathie. 

Kathie lay and fretted. She was old enough to want sex even if Jerri didn't 
know it. She didn't dare tell her about how she and Karen had peeked In on 
her and Rodney but she knew watching them had made her awfully hot. And 
nowadays she played with herself every single night after the lights were 
off and she was snug under the covers. She just knew she was about to reach 
the point where she could make herself come. If only some boy would come 
along and want to do things like that with her! 

Then she remembered what Jerri told her-if a girl didn't have any other way 
to get sex, that's when it was possible to go to another girl for it. Well, 
she didn't have any other way to get it. Maybe she could do that with some 
girl. She was sure if Karen would allow it, it would make them both feel 
good. The time she touched her between the legs while she was sleeping had 
been real nice for her. She thought it had been the same way for Karen, too, 
if she would just admit it. 

She lay on the bed with her legs tight together while she thought about the 
idea of her and Karen masturbating each other. She had discovered that felt 
real good sometimes even without putting her hand there. Then her thoughts 
turned to Karen's boyfriend Kenny. She remembered how Karen had let Jerri's 
boyfriend go to bed with her, and her idea that maybe she could somehow do 
the same thing with Karen's boyfriend to pay her back. She grinned impishly 
and squeezed her legs tighter together. If she did it, she'd be doing it 
mainly for her own satisfaction. 

The hall phone shook her away from her daydreams. Then came Karen's voice 
from the bathroom. "Kathie, will you please get that? I'm in the bathtub and 
Jerri's taking a nap." 

Kathie answered the phone and a deep, unfamiliar man's voice asked who was 
speaking. She told him and he asked if she had a sister named Karen. When 
Kathie said she was in the bathtub and couldn't talk, the man quickly said 
that was all right, he wanted to talk to her. He told her not to tell Karen 
who was on the phone. That appealed to the girl's sense of mystery so she 
agreed. He asked how old she was, what she looked like, where she went to 
school and such things. 

He still hadn't identified himself but Kathie was intrigued by his husky, 
pleasant voice so she kept answering his questions. Since his interest in 
her pleased her so much, she went right ahead and replied to everything he 
said, no matter what it was. It was fun to have someone interested in her 
for a change instead of her older sisters. It was really fun talking to the 
strange caller. He paid her all kinds of compliments and told her he wished 
he could see her, that she must be "cute as a bug's ear." 

Kathie giggled and he asked if someone was tickling her in the ribs. Then he 
started asking very personal questions. She knew she probably would be in 
big trouble if her mother ever heard her answering such things as he asked, 
but it was exciting to her to hear him say such naughty things to her. 

"You said you were ten," he went on. "Got any peach fuzz on your pussy yet?" 

She giggled uproariously and lied to him. "A little bit," she confided. "No 
ninnies yet but a little fuzz on my cunny." 

" 'Cunny'?*' he questioned. "That what you call it? Ever see your sister's?" 

"Sure," responded Kathie, "lots of times." 

"And her 'ninnies'?" he pursued. "You see them too?" His voice seemed kind 
of shaky to the girl. 

She said yes and he asked if she ever touched them. Kathie told him she 
hadn't but added that she had touched her sister in "an even better place." 

"Where?" he asked, his voice nervous. 

"Once, when she was asleep, I went up and touched her cunny," the child told 
him. "But she woke up and I had to quit." 

"How about your own?" he asked. "Ever play with it? Do you ever put your 
hands in your panties when you're by yourself and make it feel good? Does 
your sister ever do it?" 

For some reason Kathie became a little shy when the questions got this close 
to home. Finally she said, "I ... I do sometimes. And I know Karen does too, 
But I've seen her up close once. Why do you want to know all that stuff?" 

"I'll tell you in a minute," the man said. "Just tell me a few more things 
about yourself first. What color panties are you wearing right now?" 

"I'll have to look," she answered dutifully. He could hear a rustling noise. 
She pulled up the front of her dress and glanced at the undergarment. "Just 
plain old blue ones," she said. "They're kind of old. There's a hole in 
them." 

"There is?" he repeated. He seemed very interested in that detail, "Where is 
it? Where's that hole at?" 

"Well, if you must know," she replied, "it's right in front. It's right next 
to my cunny and sort of off to the side a little. Why?" 

He ignored her question. "Wait a minute, don't put your dress down yet. Are 
you looking at it right now?" 

She said she was and he asked her how she was sitting, with her legs spread 
or wide apart. She told him fairly wide apart but not too wide apart, and he 
asked her if there was enough room there for her hand. She giggled and said 
there was. Then he asked her why she didn't stick her finger in the hole and 
play with herself through it? She giggled and said she didn't have to, that 
she already had her hand in her panties and had had it there for several 
minutes. 

"You ... you have?" he ejaculated. "You've got your fingers in that sweet 
little pus-in that sweet little 'cunny' of yours?" 

"Yeah," she innocently responded. "You got me hot talking to me about what I 
looked like and my sister and all that, so I started fooling with my cunny 
while you were talking. I couldn't do much for myself through that hole-it's 
"too little for me to get my fingers into. But I'm sure doing plenty down in 
the front of them right now." 

"And ... and your sister," he went on. "She's in the bathroom right now 
naked in the tub, you said. What if she ^aw you fingering yourself right 
now? Would she ... do you think she'd want to take over and do it for you 
herself or-" 

"I don't know," broke in Kathie, "but if she'd let me, I'd love to do hers 
for her. Heck, I'd even get in between her legs and kiss it for her if I 
could. I've seen pictures of girls doing that and I wouldn't be afraid to!" 

Now the caller was barely intelligible. "Yes ... yes," he croaked, "that 
would be lovely ... that's why I've been asking you all these questions, 
sweety. I'm crazy about people jacking themselves off and jacking each other 
off. I'm ... oh God, I can't stand it ... I'm doing the same thing to 
myself. You hear me, Kathie, I'm doing the same thing! I wish you could see 
me, honey, and see my great big cock. It's about to ... ohhhh ... it's gonna 
... ahhh ... shoot off!" 

She kept listening but after the sound of the receiver hitting the floor, no 
sound came for a long time. She said hello several times but didn't get an 
answer for a long time. She just kept playing with herself and waiting for 
him to talk again. Finally she heard his voice say, "Be good, sweety. Be 
good and jack yourself off a lot and I'll be in touch with you again. I want 
to see you and your sister naked together. You just wait, I'll surprise you 
soon and you'll see me when you least expect it," 

"Kathie!" yelled a sudden voice, scaring the youngster out of her wits. 
"Kathie, what in the world are you doing?" It was Karen, standing 
dripping-wet in the hall with her hands on her slim hips and her blonde hair 
plastered to her face. 

There was no way for Kathie to get out of her predicament. She was caught. 
"I ... I'm just jacking myself off, that's all," she answered defiantly. At 
least it was Karen who caught her and not her mother, she was glad to 
discover. "Don't make a big deal about it. You know darned well you were 
doing the very same thing yourself that night we watched Jerri and Rodney 
screwing!" 

Karen had to admit she had little grounds for criticizing her younger 
sister's masturbation. But what did the telephone have to do with it, she 
wanted to know? Who was it she'd been talking to? Her pert little breasts 
jiggled and drops of water flew off as she stood waiting for an answer. 

But Kathie wouldn't admit it had been a strange man on the phone. She 
claimed it was only one of her girl friends from school, and that the phone 
conversation had nothing to do with her actions. 

Before Karen could pursue the matter any further they heard Jerri's voice 
from downstairs. "Karen, Kenny's here to study with you. Hurry on down 
here." 

"Now see what you've done," Karen said to Kathie. "You've made me late for 
my date with Kenny." 

But then Kenny's voice rang out from the living room. "That's okay, Karen, 
take your time," he said. "Your big sister's really groovy. I'll just talk 
to her till you get ready to study." 

There was something in his tone that Karen didn't like at all. She pictured 
him staring at her beautiful sister, and a knot grew in her stomach. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Karen knew that boys really liked for a girl to have big breasts. The idea 
of having her young boyfriend gawking at her nineteen-year-old sister's 
swollen chest and then comparing it with her barely developed mammaries was 
not pleasant to consider. 

"I'll just be a minute, Kenny!" she yelled. Then she dashed for her room to 
dress. Kathie headed for the bathroom to shower. After masturbating herself 
for so long, she felt icky. Karen dug through her dresser drawers looking 
for her favorite brassiere, the one that made her breasts look a little 
larger than they really were. She couldn't locate it but got the bright idea 
of getting one out of Jerri's room and wearing it. It would be a few sizes 
too large, all right, but a little wadded-up tissue would easily correct 
that minor problem. As she was rummaging around in Jerri's room, she was 
very nervous. Since Jerri never wore brassieres anymore it shouldn't matter 
if Karen borrowed one, yet she knew her sister would be angry if she knew- 

R-r-r-r-r-ip! The noise startled her out of her wits. She stumbled against 
the dressing table and turned to discover she'd accidentally snagged a long, 
ankle-length dress Jerri had hanging on the wall. When Jerri heard the 
commotion and dashed upstairs, she was furious at what she found. She told 
Karen it was a brand-new dress she was planning to wear that very night on 
her date with Rodney. She told her she'd have to start sewing the seam back 
together that very minute in order to have it ready in time. 

Karen protested, saying she didn't know how, and that besides that, Kenny 
was waiting below and she was already late. But Jerri was adamant about it. 
She knew she was lying about not being able to sew well enough to fix it. 
"Kenny'll still be there when you get through. Get hopping on it now, 
Karen," she demanded. Karen started to work on it. 

After a few minutes of being alone with Jerri downstairs, Kenny asked if he 
could go ahead and start studying by himself until Karen got through. He 
didn't want to admit it, but the main reason for his request was his 
uneasiness around Jerri. The girl was so pretty and so many years his senior 
that he felt stupid. And he found it totally impossible to carry on a 
conversation with her without staring at her braless, jouncing big breasts. 
Jerri told him to go ahead and study in Karen's room until she finished her 
chore. Kathie heard the whole thing from the bathroom. 

Gee, she thought to herself, this is the chance I've been waiting for. 
Kenny's alone in our room and Karen can't study with him for at least an 
hour or so. After I towel myself off I'll put some of Jerri's perfume on and 
pay him a little visit. 

Rodney arrived much earlier than expected and the only thing Jerri could do 
was fix him a drink and keep him happy till Karen got her dress repaired. He 
was anxious to see her and gave her a big hug. She pressed herself against 
him and gave him a big wet kiss. 

"Ummm," he said, "I missed you. How are you, how are your boobs, and how's 
your puss?" 

"Rodney," she grinned, shushing him. "What kind of talk is that for a girl's 
little sisters to hear. Shhhh! They're both upstairs. And Karen's little 
boyfriend is up there too." 

"Oh yeah?" he wisecracked. "A threesome, huh? A little young for that sort 
of thing, aren't they?" 

She gave him a big french kiss to shut him up and poured him another drink. 
Before long he changed his mind about going out. He told her she looked 
great like she was and she didn't need to wait for Karen to fix her dress. 
He grabbed her and held both palms under her breasts. 

"C'mon, honey, loosen up," he persuaded. "Let's leave the upstairs to them 
and head for your mom's bedroom. You look so great in that pair of jeans and 
tee-shirt that I can't wait to get you in bed again." 

Her mother wasn't going to be home for a long time, she knew. It was a 
temptation to do it. 

He slipped his hand under her thin shirt and started milking her breasts, 
his eyes pleading with her. That was bad enough. When he slipped his hand 
down past her front snap and put his fingers to work on her smooth, rounded, 
panty-covered mound of Venus, it was too much for her to resist. She 
succumbed to him. 

"I'm wanting it as much as you are, Rodney," she whined, "But do try to be 
quiet, okay? I can't have the kids upstairs hear us." 

But he had already lifted her into his arms and was halfway there. He boldly 
unzipped her fly as he carried and bared the front of her panties, then 
darted his fingers into the furry muff underneath. "Don't worry, honey," he 
said, his voice husky with passion. "What I want to do with you is feel you, 
not yell at you." 

"Oh, Rodney," she moaned, "it feels so good to have your fingers on my pussy 
again. I don't care what happens. Just get my clothes off quick so I can 
feel your naked skin against me." 

He laid her on the bed and fell in beside her. "Right on, baby. But I'm not 
even naked myself yet. How you gonna feel my-" 

"You will be by the time you get my clothes off," she whispered into his 
ear, interrupting his words. 

He felt her fingers grab his belt buckle and knew she meant business for 
sure. 

"Oh, Rodney, I'm gonna love this!" she exclaimed, her breath hot against his 
face. "I'm just gonna love it from you tonight. My cunt's wet right now from 
thinking about it and I don't even have your big hot prick in my panties 
yet!" 

They didn't have to worry about the kids upstairs overhearing them at all. 
Karen was intent on her sewing in Jerri's bedroom, and Kathie had already 
gone in to flirt with Kenny. She purposely dashed into the room with nothing 
but a big bath towel on and her hair hung long and wet down her back. She 
acted surprised at seeing him and he explained what he was doing there. He 
looked her up and down. Those long legs and that firm little bottom of hers 
certainly made her look older than ten, he decided; even if she didn't have 
anything up front yet. He told her 'he'd go back downstairs so she could get 
into her clothes, but she told him not to bother. 

"You don't have to leave," she said. "Really. Karen told me you guys would 
be studying in here and I don't want to interrupt you even if she isn't here 
yet. I'll just step around the corner by my bed and slip into my things 
there." 

Before he could respond, she opened a dresser drawer, grabbed handfuls of 
silky, frilly lingerie, and dashed out of sight around the corner. Almost 
out of sight. Kenny discovered that by moving his head just a few inches he 
could see her knees and elbows sticking out and moving around in the air 
amid a whirl of wispy underwear. 

Heck, he rationalized to himself, she may be only ten years old, but she's 
naked as a jaybird just a few feet away from me. It won't hurt to take a 
gander at her and see a little bit of what she's got to offer. She doesn't 
seem shy, that's for sure. 

A few houses down the street, an older male was forming the same opinion of 
the girl's mother. Jane had been hailed by a neighbor who lived down the 
block as she drove home. She had seen him hundreds of times before but just 
never had got to know him. From the way he waved and asked her to stop by 
for a few minutes it was obvious to her that news of her widowhood had 
something to do with his invitation. Within a single hour things had become 
very intimate between them. She lounged across his bed with her long legs 
enticingly stretched toward the headboard and her feet on the pillows. And 
if he thought she lacked shyness, she thought he lacked sense. 

"I've already told you I'd go to bed with you, Clifford," she was saying to 
him. "But why do you want to go to my house to do it? You're the first man 
that's ever asked me to do that. Most of them want to take me to their place 
but you want to go with me to mine." 

He put his hand on her leg and stroked it from her ankle toward her knee. 
"And you're the first woman I've ever met that's open enough to talk about a 
man fucking her before actually doing it. That kind of thing makes me hard 
as a rock. As for going to your place to do it, let's just say anticipation 
is a big part of the pleasure of fucking and I want us to have a lot of it. 
Fm thinking right now about how nice it's going to be to get in there 
between your legs and give you a nice working over. And the time it takes to 
get to your house and crawl into the sack will make me just that much 
hotter." 

She reached and touched his hand as it massaged her leg. It would be great 
to have it up her dress. "Okay, let's go," she agreed. 

His idea about knowing they were going to make love a long time before they 
did it had a definite appeal, all right. In the car on the way over she felt 
waves of warmth flow through her loins at the thought of his naked body next 
to hers. There was something else very appealing about the man too -his 
deep, masculine voice. She could have sworn she'd heard it before some place 
but she couldn't remember where. 

On the way into her driveway she was already feeling in his lap as he drove 
and teasingly rubbing his penis through his pants. His hand was in her lap 
and he was gently fondling her soft pubic area through her skirt. 

"Just wait till I get this thing out in the open, Clifford," she told him. 
"I'm really going to put it to work on me. Fingering each other on the way 
over here and knowing what we're going to do has got me hot as a pistol." 

But as they pulled into her driveway and started to park she saw Rodney's 
car there. She apologized to Clifford and told him her daughter was supposed 
to be out with the boy, not sitting at home. If Jerri was there her whole 
night would be ruined, Jane suddenly realized. She could control Kathie, and 
even Karen and her boyfriend Kenny. They'd all be upstairs and she'd planned 
to take Clifford into her own bedroom. But if Jerri and Rodney were in the 
living room, things would be too tight. She couldn't just waltz in and take 
Clifford to her bedroom without saying something. 

Inside the house she soon discovered the living room was empty. In fact, the 
place was quiet as a morgue. Then she heard it. A sound coming from the 
direction of her bedroom. "Ungh ... ungh ... ooh .,. ohh," came the groans. 

Jane remembered Rodney's car parked outside and suddenly feared the worst. 
She couldn't bring a man home and have him find her daughter in bed with 
somebody-especially her own bed, Clifford would think the Spicers were a 
family of whores! She knew he heard the sounds so she asked him to please 
wait in the living room while she straightened things out. She marched into 
the bedroom. 

Rodney, the same young man she'd let into her own pants just a short time 
before, was bouncing up and down between her daughter's legs like a jumping 
jack. Jerri's long black hair was tangled and she was huffing and puffing 
hard under every stroke of his penis. The girl was looking her mother right 
in the face but she was so near to her climax that it took her several 
seconds to realize what was going on. Then there was screaming back and 
forth between her and Rodney till she finally got him to slow down and look 
over his shoulder. The sight of her mother seeing them didn't faze him at 
all. "Damn, Jerri," he grunted, "your mother can ... ungh ... just go to ... 
ungh, ungh ... can just go to hell for all I care!" The sweat was streaming 
off his face and it was obvious he was too excited to bring himself to a 
halt. "I'm about to get my rocks off, can't you ... can't you tell?" he 
yelled. 

But Jerri's orgasm had been ruined by the shock of seeing her mother walk in 
and she told him so. "Go ahead and be a pig about it," she panted. "It's too 
late for me to get my cookies, but that doesn't matter to you any, does it?" 

Rodney gave a few more fast hunches and ejaculated into her. He tumbled 
sideways and stared dumbly at Jane as he lay on his back beside her naked 
daughter. "If it'll make you feel any better, Jerri," he said acidly. "Jane 
didn't exactly improve my climax either." 

Jane was too shocked by it all to respond to him but Jerri asked him what he 
meant by calling her mother by her first name. She didn't even know he knew 
it, she told him. She jerked the bedspread up over her nakedness out of 
reflex when her mother kept staring, then felt silly about it and let it 
slide down again. She had already seen plenty. It was stupid to try and 
cover anything up this late in the game. Rodney still hadn't answered her 
question. When she asked him again, he broke into a wide grin. 

Jane suddenly realized he was about to tell Jerri about the night he made 
love to her and wound up staying overnight. It was the one thing she had to 
avoid. She simply couldn't have her daughter find out such a thing. Fear 
provoked her into action. She interrupted Rodney before he spoke and her 
manner changed completely. "Now kids," she warily began, "let's not get too 
worked up over this little affair. Finding you two here surprised me, of 
course-that's why I was yelling at you, Jerri. But it didn't shock me. 
There's a difference, you know." 

Jerri sat up in bed. "It didn't?" she asked. She couldn't figure out her 
mother's sudden change of attitude. 

"No," continued Jane. "Not at all. I realize you two are ... are young, 
healthy people who-well, who are grown up enough to need their sex desires 
satisfied. You must admit, Jerri, that I've never been a really strict 
mother, I can understand these things." 

Rodney suppressed a guffaw. He saw Jane was willing to do anything to keep 
Jerri from finding out about them. The wheels turned in his head and he 
decided to get everything he could out of the situation. "Listen, Jerri, you 
mom's really cool, you know it? I mean we have to give her credit," he said. 
He was massaging her breasts openly in front of Jane and when he Saw her 
stifle a protest, he knew he was in command and that she knew it too. 

Within ten minutes the three of them were sitting together on the bed 
drinking a toast. "To the grooviest mom in the world," he proposed, and they 
all drank up. Jerri was surprised at what was happening but if he was happy 
with things, so was she. They kissed and fondled each other in front of 
Jane. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered for a long time. At first 
Jerri vehemently shook her head and frowned, but after a little while she 
started smiling. He had won her over. 

"Listen, Mom, Rodney knows a guy who once ... well, who once made love to 
his girl friend and- and her mother. At the same time! And he says the 
mother wasn't half as good-looking as you," Jerri blurted out. 

All three began to know what was coming. Jane admitted she had changed a lot 
in recent weeks and was much more adventuresome than she used to be, but she 
didn't know about anything that far out. But Rodney gave her a knowing 
glance and she remembered his threat. Maybe she'd go along with it but she 
had to put up at least a token protest, she felt. Rodney poured them all 
another drink and soon had his hand on Jane's knee. He began inching it 
under her dress and she felt shivers go up her spine. Mother and daughter 
looked at each other and a mutual pact seemed to grow between them. 

"Rodney is a nice-looking boy," ventured Jane. 

"He's a great lover, Mom," bubbled Jerri, "Let him show you. I won't be a 
bit jealous." 

" 'Course you won't," he told her excitedly. "You'll be getting loved up 
too, at the same time." He grabbed her naked breasts and shoved his other 
hand up Jane's dress, drawing the three of them together. "Honey," he said 
to Jerri, "you're poor mom's still got her clothes on. Let's help her out, 
huh?" 

Their hands flew over the contours of her body and she and Jerri started 
laughing together like classmates on a picnic. They weren't exactly sure who 
was going to do what to whom, but they knew whatever resulted from the 
unholy triangle was going to be dynamite. Jane felt his hands on her exposed 
panties and even felt Jerri's hands touch her. The girl was so frustrated 
from having her climax stopped that she was very suggestible, and Rodney had 
some excellent suggestions. 

"Rub her tits, honey," he urged. "Hug her real close ... that's the way. Use 
your mouth on her nipples, don't be bashful. Oh, that's beautiful. You know 
you like it When I suck off your tits. Give Jane the same treatment! And 
here's a little pussy-finger for you." 

Their love sounds soon attracted Clifford, but when he peeked in and saw 
what was happening he turned around and headed straight upstairs. This is 
much better than I expected, he thought to himself. Fucking Jane would have 
been fine, hut since she's obviously occupied I'm going to see if I can't 
find one of those hot little nymphet daughters of hers upstairs. 

Things had changed radically among Kenny, Karen, and Kathy. Karen had 
finished sewing much earlier than Kathie expected and had joined Kenny in 
their bedroom before the youngster had a change to put her plan into action. 
She knew she was licked, so she had simply gone into Jerri's room and 
crawled into bed for the night, rather disappointed and more than a little 
frustrated. She lay unable to sleep, wishing she'd had the opportunity to 
see whether she could interest Kenny. 

Clifford crept along the hallway toward the only room with a light on. He 
paused before the partially open door and felt his penis jump in his pants. 
Karen was sitting on the side of the bed with her dress up above her 
panties. A teenage boy was with her. She was letting him hug and kiss her, 
and from the way they were acting it had been going on a little while. He 
watched and listened intently. 

"You really mean it?" the girl was saying. "You thought I was cute the first 
time you saw me and you wanted to make out with me?" 

"Yeah, really," replied the boy. "Especially a certain, special part of 
you." He grinned and added, "If you're not scared to." 

She pulled her head back and gave him her most sophisticated look. It was 
almost a smirk. 

"Listen, Kenny," she haughtily told him, "you think I'd be letting you see 
this far up my legs if I wasn't ready to put out? I can do anything with you 
that any girl in your class will do." 

She grabbed his hand and pressed it to the outside of her blouse. "And if 
this is that 'special part' of me you dig, go ahead and explore some there." 
She had kept her promise and worn the blouse with the large armholes and she 
knew Be could see inside. She had solved the brassiere problem by doing what 
Jerri did-leaving it off. She decided her breasts didn't have to be covered 
by a bra after all. 

Kenny could hardly believe his ears. He knew she was very pretty and quite 
flirty, but he'd thought she was still a virgin. "You mean you aren't 
cherry?" he said to her. 

"What do you think?" she countered. Then she giggled. "Go ahead and find 
out." 

"Oh, wow, you're too much!" he exclaimed. "Lemme see what you feel like 
under your clothes then!" 

He scooted to the center of her bed and lay down, drawing her down with him. 
Her skirt fell all the way to her stomach and when he touched the snaps, she 
helped him. She wiggled out of the garment and let it fall onto the floor, 
then let him reach under the blouse and put his hands on her unprotected 
breasts. "Ummm," she breathed, "that feels good. Are they big enough for 
you, Kenny?" She was still overly concerned about their size. 

"They're yummy!" he answered. "Your nipples are all hard now too. I bet you 
feel something else changing too, don't you?" 

She knew he was referring to the increasing wetness between her legs but she 
didn't answer him direct. "Feel and see for yourself," she challenged. "And 
how about you? Unless you've got a pocket knife in your pants pocket a 
certain part of you is changing, too." 

Kenny rubbed his hands up her slim, firm legs and slipped a finger inside 
the leg band of her undergarment. She responded by snaking her fingers down 
the front of his pants and worming them into the fly of his jockey shorts. 
She took hold of his penis and started playing with it. He felt across the 
damp, curly hairs of her mound and when he inserted his fingertip into her 
moist organs she gave out a little cry. Their buttocks began to wriggle and 
rock back and forth. 

As Clifford watched the young pair, they stuck their hands under each 
other's clothes and hugged each other for dear life. He couldn't stand it 
anymore without acting. Where was the other girl, he wondered. Damn-if he 
could just find her. He crept down the hall looking in every door till at 
last he came to Jerri's room and saw a small form under the covers. Quietly 
he sneaked close enough to see her face on the pillow and knew it must be 
Kathie. She had just begun to drift off to sleep. Softly but firmly he put 
his hands over her eyes. 

"Guess who, sweetie?" he asked. At first she jumped in fear but then he 
spoke again. "If you think hard you can tell who I am," he encouraged. 

His gravelly, deep voice was dead give-away. "Hey!" she cried. "You're ... 
the man I talked to on the phone ... the man that asked me all those 
questions, aren't you? Wow, where'd you come from? You said you'd surprise 
me sometime and come see me but I thought you were just saying that. Are 
you-" 

He put a hand to her mouth. "Shhhh!" he cautioned. "Be quiet so nobody'll 
hear us and catch me in bed with you and we'll have some fun, okay?" 

"Really?" she whispered excitedly. "Just you and me, nobody else butting 
in?" She was still feeling sorry for herself for having to leave Kenny to 
her sister. 

Her reaction was better than he had dared hope. He hugged her immature form 
through the covers and felt himself shaking with desire. Her small arms 
wrapped around his neck in the semidarkness and he felt the warmth of her 
breath on his cheek. 

"Yes," he said, "just us. I guarantee you you'll get plenty of attention, 
sweetie." 

She heard his shoes hit the floor. "I'm getting rid of my clothes. If you'll 
let me get under the covers with you, I'll do so many nice sweet things to 
you, you'll pop." 

"Heck, yes," she replied, "I'll let you in. Here, I'll scoot over so you can 
get all the way under with me. And can you ... can you make me come? It'd 
really be groovy if you can make me do that!" 

When he used the word "pop," he'd only intended it as a figure of speech but 
when he realized how she had taken it, he was only too happy to let it 
stand. 

"Make you come?" he repeated, more excited by the minute. "You sweet little 
cunt, haven't you ever had that happen to you yet? You bet I'll show you how 
to come!" 

He was completely naked now and Kathie wore only her thin cotton nightie. He 
ran his hands underneath and let his fingers flow over the incredible 
smoothness of her prepubescent body. She squirmed in his arms and wiggled 
closer to him. "Hmmm," she said, "it really feels good when you do that." 

He touched the hard little nipples on her flat chest and felt them spring to 
life. "I don't have any ninnies yet," she told him apologetically, "but I-" 

"Don't worry about that, sweetie," he consoled. "You don't have to have 
titties to be big enough to get your cookies. Right here's the thing that'll 
make you do that." 

He brushed his fingertip across the damp nub of her tiny clitoris as he 
spoke. He played with it a little while but it never got more than just 
barely damp. His penis was hard as a rock and when he suddenly felt her hand 
on it he thought he would burst. Somehow her almost childish manipulations 
seemed more exciting to him than the experienced touch of an adult woman. 

I know what your problem is, honey," he said, you need is a little juice 
down there, that's all." 

She started to tell him that her sister had already told her the same thing 
but she didn't know how to remedy the condition. But before she opened her 
mouth she felt his head go under the covers and his warm, wet mouth kiss her 
naked organ. She had never felt anything so exciting in her young life. 

"Ooooooo," she cooed. "Oooooo ... ahhhh ... omi-gosh, my cunny's so darned 
hot I'm gonna ... wow, it really feels funny ... wow ... wow ... I'm getting 
so hot ... oooo ... oooooo!" 

The youngster wrapped her slender thighs around his head and bucked to and 
fro in the ecstatic throes of her very first climax. She babbled for five 
minutes about how great it made her feel, then noticed that Clifford had 
risen and slipped on his shoes. She was panic-stricken. She asked him why he 
was leaving, whether it was because he never did enter her with his penis 
and ejaculate. He assured her it was okay, that he would do that later with 
the others. 

"What others?" she asked. 

He pulled her gently from bed and took her hand. "You'll see," he said. 
"Just follow me and do what I tell you. Okay?" 

She skipped up and planted a big kiss on his face to assure him of her 
desire to go with him. He took her to the other bedroom door and pointed 
inside. Kenny and Karen lay in each other's arms on the bed. It was obvious 
they had already finished making love and were just idly fondling each 
other's body. He bent and whispered instructions into Kathie's ear and 
seconds later they darted into the room and were in bed with the young 
couple. 

Karen was scared stiff at first and Kenny almost castrated himself on the 
bedpost as he leaped out of the bed. But Clifford quickly spread the 
teenager's legs apart and plastered his mouth on the wet, red flesh of her 
vulva. At the same time, Kathie cried, "It's okay, Sis. Relax and let him 
lick your cunny. He won't hurt you. He's a groove!" 

Then she turned to Kenny and said, "Don't be mad at him for taking Karen 
away from you. It'll just be for a little while. Here, let me make you feel 
good. She was jacking you off when we came in, wasn't she? But just with her 
hand. Here, let me do the same thing to you that he's doing to her." 

And with that, the precocious youngster put her hand on his penis and edged 
him toward the bed. When he sat down, she got on her hands and knees between 
his feet and looked up at him with bright eyes. "I've never done this to a 
boy before but I know how real good. Hold still and I'll prove it." 

She took Kenny's adolescent organ into her small mouth and applied her lips 
and tongue with wet enthusiasm. His uneasiness vanished at once and he was 
perfectly content to let her continue. He looked over and saw that the man 
was hunched up on his knees between Karen's feet, and had his head buried 
between the soft-skinned columns of her inner thighs. From the noises he 
heard he had a good idea what his lips and tongue were doing to her organs 
even though he couldn't see every detail. 

Then, quick as a flash, Clifford raised up and left Karen wriggling on the 
bed and crying for more. He touched Kathie on the shoulder and she hopped, 
away from Kenny. The pair lay staring up at him with puzzled expressions on 
their faces but he quickly explained. 

"Come on, kids," he urged, "we're all going downstairs. Kathie and I weren't 
being mean to you. We were just getting you primed up for later. I knew 
you'd both just got your nuts off and felt a little fagged out, so we just 
wanted to get your juices going for the fun downstairs." 

The three looked at each other dumbly. Even Kathie didn't know what he was 
talking about, But they were so hot with excitement and full of life that 
they shrugged their shoulders and followed him down the stairs. Karen and 
Kathie both began jabbering about how their mother would kill them if she 
caught them running around the house with no clothes on, not to mention 
having a man and a boy with them. But Clifford told them not to worry about 
their mother doing anything to them. He led the young trio to the door of 
her bedroom and peered inside. Then he indicated they should peek in also. 
What they saw completely dazed them. 

Jerri and their mother were lying in the center of the big bed with their 
faces buried in each other's pubic hair and their arms around each other's 
plump bottoms. Their hair was all messed up and they were making slow, 
sinuous motions together. Rodney was lying against Jerri's back with his 
penis buried in her rectum and was squeezing Jane's breasts in slow, 
rhythmic motions while Jerri sucked away at her genitals. The kids looked on 
with eyes as big as saucers. They had never imagined such a position was 
possible, much less that their mother and sister would participate in it. 

"They're just like in the book, Karen," whispered Kathie. "They're doing 
just like those statues were doing to each other, except there wasn't any 
guy with them." She reconsidered. "They're doing better than the book 
showed!" she exclaimed, grabbing Karen around the waist and pointing, as if 
her older sister's eyes weren't already glued on the threesome. 

Clifford grinned and said to Kenny, "Hey, look at the way Kathie grabbed her 
sister. Think the girls are getting a few ideas from their mom and big 
sister?" 

"Boy, I wish they would!" he replied. "I'd love to see them lie down and do 
some sucking on each other." 

Karen had been the holdout up to now. But she surprised everyone by telling 
Kathie, "Mom and Sis sure do look like they're grooving on each other. Let's 
try it, okay? You're always wanting to, anyway." She put her hand between 
her little sister's legs and started rubbing her genitals even before they 
lay down. 

Kathie responded enthusiastically by hugging Karen tight and getting a nice, 
thorough feel of her pooching breasts. Then Kathie sat down between Karen's 
legs and said, "Hmmm, it smells real sexy all around your cunny hairs. You 
don't even have to lie down if you don't want to. I'll just lick your cunny 
while you stand there and watch the others." 

"No," said Karen, "I want to lie down on the floor with you. I want to lick 
yours, too." 

At this point Kenny couldn't contain himself. "Wow!" he yelled, "Look, 
they're really doing it to each other." 

His voice was so loud that it was not only Clifford who heard him. So did 
Jane, Jerri, and Rodney. But Jane and her daughter were too involved to look 
up and see who it was. Rodney batted his eyes and looked at the four with 
disarming indifference. 

"I don't know who you are, fellow," he said to Clifford, "but you must have 
been awfully preoccupied when you left your house. The only thing you're 
wearing is your shoes." 

Clifford glanced down and realized he was the only one of the four with 
shoes on. The other three were stripped naked from head to toe. He grinned 
and told Rodney they were all dressed right, considering the occasion. 
Rodney raised up higher in bed and saw what Karen and Kathie were doing to 
each other on the floor. The movement caused his penis to slip entirely out 
of Jerri's rectum and made her raise her head at last from her mother's 
groin. Her sharp intake of breath caused Jane to raise up and look, too. 

Jane almost had apoplexy. She started sputtering and yelling but the two 
young girls were so involved in mouthing each other they didn't hear a word. 
Then she saw Clifford and for the first time in two hours remembered having 
left him to wait for her in the living room. There was simply nothing she 
could say. Nothing. 

Clifford smiled good-naturedly and said, "Don't mind me, Jane. I found 
entertainment for myself." He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to her two 
writhing young daughters at his feet. "Don't yell at them for what they're 
doing, honey," he told her. "You know where they learned it, don't you?" 

Jane was so confused she wished she would faint. Anything to get out of the 
situation. If it hadn't been for the few drinks she'd had, she believed she 
might have become so excited it would have been dangerous. What was going on 
between her daughters right before her eyes was terrible, she knew. 
Shameless. How far she had come from the timid widow she had been such a 
very short time ago! 

And when she really thought about it, she realized how much worse things 
could have been. Suppose one of the girls had been really wild. For a 
fleeting instant, she had a clear mental vision of Jerri alone somewhere-in 
a hippie pad, perhaps-with all three of the boys. She saw them undressing 
her, falling on her, ravishing completely-and Jerri pretending to resist at 
first, then giving in with relish and actually becoming the leader in the 
orgy, indulging in all sorts of unspeakable, unheard-of acts ... 

Then, just as suddenly, the vision vanished. Jane was sure of one thing. It 
was her mind that was confused about things, not her body. Her body had 
simple, specific needs and her mind was not to be trusted. What her body 
desired at the moment was to have Jerri's mouth back between her legs and to 
bestow the same wet, private kiss as before on Jerri's sweet, warm organs. 

If it honestly felt so wonderful to her to do what they were doing to each 
other, how could she really condemn her younger daughters for their 
indulgence in the same act? Surely they would have to keep the neighbors 
from discovering the family's new sex habits. But that seemed to Jane to be 
the only real concern. There was no doubt about it. Things were going to be 
very different around her household. 

Jerri dropped her head back into Jane's warm, naked lap and put her mouth to 
work again on her mother's genitals. A flood of passion flowed through her 
entire body. She was looking at her two younger daughters very intently now, 
but in a very different way than before. Clifford, Rodney, and Kenny watched 
to see what her final reaction to everything would be. Gradually a smile lit 
her face. She looked at her two young sex-starved daughters with loving eyes 
as they continued to bury their faces in each other's tender organ. Then she 
shrugged her shoulders and her smile broadened. "There's only one way I can 
think of to improve things around here," she said. "Put the girls up here in 
bed with us. They do look awfully uncomfortable on the floor, poor things!" 

Rodney and Kenny laughed, and Clifford stooped to break the little lovers up 
long enough to move them according to Jane's wishes. 

As he got them on their feet and guided them toward the bed, Jane said, 
"That's right, kids. You might as well come up here with Jerri and me and 
make it one big happy family. We don't have any secrets from each other now, 
do we? I guess we let a lot of skeletons out of our closets tonight." 

Then she noticed that Clifford and young Kenny were still standing by the 
door, just looking on. It seemed they weren't sure just what their roles 
would be. "Come on, you two," she invited. "Didn't mean to leave you out of 
this. Hop in bed along with everybody else. As long as it doesn't fall apart 
under us, we have nothing to worry about." 

They climbed into the bed and eagerly pressed their naked bodies against the 
quartet of teeming, sensuous female bodies. Clifford got behind Karen and 
reached around to cover her moist, pert breasts while Kenny was attracted by 
.the lush, full body of Jerri. He snuggled up to her back and pressed his 
hard little penis into her anus like he'd seen Rodney do. It was quite clear 
that she appreciated it. Rodney got behind young Kathie, who was face to 
face with Karen, and did the same with her. Their position was now such that 
whenever the two young girls rubbed into each other, Clifford and Rodney 
added their heft from behind. 

Somewhere in the midst of the rhythmically moving bodies, Jane lay in utter 
bliss. She couldn't be certain precisely who all the various hands belonged 
to that were touching her body, but she did know for sure how they felt to 
her. And the feeling was so maddeningly erotic she had no intention of 
stopping it. 

It was at that exact moment the telephone rang. No one made a real move to 
answer it, but after the fifth ring Jerri called out from between her 
mother's slippery thighs and asked, "Now who the heck could that be? 
Everyone we know is right here on the bed, aren't they?" 

From an even more remote point somewhere in the body pile, Clifford's voice 
attempted an answer to her question. In his deep, rough, masculine tones he 
growled, "I don't know who it could be, but let's don't answer it. It might 
be an obscene caller!" 


The End
