BN-348  The Lusty Teacher
[aka 'Linda Makes Out']
(Tim McGee)


INTRODUCTION 

Sexually attractive women teachers, such as Miss Linda Harris, the 
protagonist of this novel, experience many ambivalent feelings towards their 
youthful male students. Even the vast majority of competent dedicated 
teachers must number some among them who have sexual fantasies for high 
school boys. And some, psychiatric literature indicates, move past the 
fantasy stage and actively engage in various sexual acts with the youths. 
This is the way it happens in this novel-this is also the way it happens in 
real life. 

"But why?" a dissenter might ask. "Why would a teacher such as Miss Harris 
in this book put her professional career in jeopardy through the seduction 
of a young boy?" 

We can suggest many reasons-and our readers will discover some of their own, 
so allow us to suggest only one in this introduction. 

Many teachers have a strong maternalistic emotion for their boy charges. 
This feeling, similar to the incestuous feelings some mothers have for their 
sons, probably persuades some pretty teachers to provide a boy with his 
first sexual experience. Indeed, in this novel, within a few pages after 
meeting Miss Harris, we find her performing oral sex on a virginal boy. It 
does not seem out of context with psychiatric findings to suggest that this 
sexually attractive woman is motivated to the sexual seduction of her boy 
students because of a quasi-maternal drive that becomes confused with her 
role as a teacher. 

Miss Harris does not stop her seductions after fellating young Bobby Wills. 
She has numerous other similar sexual affairs, each of which we hope will 
not only entertain, but will also provide new insights into the woman 
teacher/boy student relationships. 

The Publisher 

 Chapter One 

Every day in art class young Bobby Wills got a hard-on looking at Miss 
Harris' swell legs. Sometimes she would sit on the top of the desk and he 
could see between her big, pretty thighs. Wow! She had the best legs ever! 
What upset him the most was when Miss Harris used the blackboard. Just 
before she turned she would tuck her blouse into her skirt and take a deep 
breath. Every lad in the classroom held his breath. Miss Harris had tits 
that had to measure a full thirty-nine inches. At the start of the semester 
Bobby had watched to see if she got pissed when the boys eyeballed her tits. 
But Miss Harris was cool. It did not bother her and she seemed to be very 
proud of being a voluptuous female. He was not sure about her age. She 
appeared to be between twenty-five and twenty-eight. 

However, Miss Harris was self-conscious about her pretty ass. She wore short 
tight skirts and when she turned her back the guys got an eyeful. Once in a 
while she would stretch up on her toes, which drew the skirt taut enough to 
cup her buttocks. Then it was easy to see how round and soft her cheeks 
were, and how they jiggled. Some days he could actually see the cut of her 
panties. That always made his penis even harder. When she drew on the board 
really fast, it made her ass shake like crazy. Sometimes it appeared as 
though Miss Harris was putting them on. 

His cock would swell so big it almost busted through his jeans. He wanted to 
reach down and stroke it, to take the ache away, but there were girls seated 
all around him, so he was forced to sit there and shiver, holding back an 
ejaculation. 

It was too much for some of the fellows. One day Louis Garcia got carried 
away and felt her ass. Miss Harris did not blow her top and she did not 
scold Louis. Then pretty soon some of the other boys started to make passes 
at her. At first she would snap around and indignantly sneer at the boys, 
silently saying, "Why don't you grow up, kid?" But she never spoke out or 
made a scene, which encouraged more and more guys to try to cop a feel. 
Pretty soon it was on the grapevine that there were free feels on Miss 
Harris. But Bobby did not have the nerve to do it. He felt the whole student 
body could get away with it, but the moment he would try-the roof would cave 
in on him. 

After the end of the class the guys hung around until the girls had cleared 
the room so they could feel Miss Harris up real good. It pissed Bobby off to 
see the guys take advantage of a nice lady that way. They would line up, 
single file, and as each one passed her, he would reach out and 
grab-ass-then run lickety-split out into the corridor. One day, right after 
the bell rang, Stevie went up behind Miss Harris while she was bending over 
her desk, putting away watercolors, and rubbed his cock up against her ass. 
He humped her like a dog while she slowly straightened up, smiled, and 
twisted around. Stevie left the room and as Bobby tried to sneak out, hoping 
she thought he had not seen what had happened, she called out to him, "Just 
a minute, Bobby. Stay right where you are!" 

She went to the doorway looked out into the hall both ways, then closed the 
classroom door. She returned to her desk satisfied that the students had 
left for the day. She pulled the first two shades so the corner of that side 
of the room would be dark. She opened the door to the supply closet, and 
called him forward. 

"Come sit here, Bobby. I want to talk with you." Her voice was shaky, like 
when you ponder something sinful. He stood before her with both hands shoved 
into his jeans. 

"Yes, ma'am ... ?" 

"Is there something wrong, Bobby? You have a curious look on your face. You 
look pale." 

"No. I-I was just wondering why you wanted me to stay after school. What did 
I do?" 

"Nothing. I just want to have a chat with you. I think you have talent. 
Someday you'll be a fine artist, if you work hard. But you seem so 
preoccupied. Why? Don't you enjoy my classes?" She sincerely liked Bobby for 
his sensitivity, which she found rare in males today. 

She sat on the chair beside her desk. From where he stood, he had a clear 
shot of her legs. She swung her chair around so he could see under her skirt 
while they talked. She pretended to be interested in hearing his answers 
while she stretched her legs out in front of her and made sure the skirt 
rode up high enough on her legs. Occasionally she rubbed the insides of her 
thighs is if they itched. 

"I don't-don't know, ma'am. I just got something else on my mind, I guess. I 
don't know ... " 

"Stand still when I'm speaking to you. I want to help you. You don't want a 
bad grade, do you? I'm going to have to see a better effort on your part 
before I can pass you. Do you understand that?" 

"I didn't know I was doing so badly in your class." 

She paused, then asked, "Bobby-do you like me?" She looked quickly around 
the room as if there might be someone hiding in it. Then with both hands she 
slowly inched her skirt up over her crotch. "I like you a lot, Bobby. You're 
not like the rest of those bullies. I imagine they say all kinds of dirty 
things about me, don't they? Do they say they want to fuck me, Bobby? Bobby, 
Bobby, look at me, no, not in my eyes-down here. Can you see my pussy?" He 
shook his head. "I bet you can't guess how hot it is. You know why, Bobby? 
You make it that way ... " 

He could say nothing. 

"Move your hands, Bobby. Let me see you. May I see if it's hard or not ... 
?" 

Bobby, stunned, dropped his arms to his sides. He could not look her in the 
eyes, and he felt flushed. This grown woman was actually looking at his 
prick. He was afraid it would not be as big as some of the others she had 
seen. She licked her lips, looking at his crotch. What did that mean? 

She rolled her buttocks on the chair, leaning back to project her 
pussy-center. She reached down and grabbed the insides of her panties and 
pulled them taut over her cunt. It swelled up and for a second Bobby thought 
she was a boy too. "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy before, Bobby?" 

"No, no-not right up close. I mean, I've seen pictures." 

"Have you ever had a girl before?" 

She pulled the material to one side and her open gash peeked out at him. It 
was blinding. The long pink slit was contracting and winking at him. The 
hairs were curling everywhere over it and down the sides of her soft thighs. 

"No ... no ... " 

"But I bet you know how. Did you ever see your mommy and daddy doing it? If 
you have, then that's all you have to do. Follow me, Bobby." 

She stood up and gapped her legs, rubbing her cunt the way a man would warm 
up his dick. 

She went to the dark corner and stood by the open supply-room door. She 
looked back at him where he hesitated at the side of the desk. Bobby would 
not budge. She swallowed her pride and went back to lead him into the 
closet. 

There was not much room to move about inside the closet. There were art 
supplies and a mop and bucket, and shelves of paints. She was standing so 
close to him that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The sweet 
perfume of her femininity rocked his male senses. Pussy! Pussy! 

"What are you afraid of, Bobby?" 

"Nothing, Miss Harris ... " 

"Then open your jeans for me. You're not shy, are you?" 

"No ma'am, but ... but ... but ... " 

"Here, I'll do it. You must realize that you're a big boy now." 

He wanted to reach out into the darkness to where he thought her pussy would 
be. He wanted in the worst way to squeeze one of her big titties. They could 
not be as huge as they looked, could they? But instead he stood rigid, 
feeling her fingers fumble with his belt buckle, then brush inside his 
waistline to press the heel of one palm hard into his penis, while the other 
massaged under his nuts. 

She heard him groan in an explicit agony of heat. "Yes, darling-I know how 
hot you are. Ill fix it. These jeans are so tight. Doesn't it hurt your 
balls-all jammed up this way?" 

"No, I hardly notice them. I mean, I don't know what I mean, Miss Harris. 
Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" 

He had both hands up to his face, chewing away his fingernails. His face was 
gleaming with sweat. He looked down and saw her kneeling with her pretty 
face close against his fly. Oh, wow-the way she stared at him. Then she had 
his jeans down below his buttocks. 

She made herself comfortable on the floor by cocking one leg around his leg, 
then dry-fucked him like a horny bitch dog. It was too good to be true. 
Nobody would ever believe that Miss Harris was a cum-freak. It was so good 
and so funky that he smiled in earnest for the first time in his young life. 
Miss Harris-his teacher-actually doing all these wonderful sexy things to 
him. 

His penis was not that big and he was not giving a great performance, but he 
was thrilled that she enjoyed it so much. He felt like a man for the first 
time, looking at the way she held his prick. Her eyes sexily gazed at it as 
though it was the most precious thing on earth. She was so loving when she 
skinned it back and watched it grow bigger. He felt a pain of ecstasy in his 
prick and she kissed it blissfully away. 

The touch of her wet, juicy mouth over the head of his penis made him jerk 
and flatten out against the wall. In his frenzy he knocked over a pail and 
it clanged to the floor. They both held still for a moment-would anybody 
hear it out in the corridor? All the students should have been out of the 
building by now. 

He could not stop jerking his hips, shooting out his cock, trying to find 
her lips again. She was cool and calmed him down by licking up and down his 
shaft, then she cupped her fingers under his nuts and squeezed a little. She 
squeezed harder and he lifted up off the floor and shot off. The spurt 
missed her face and splattered on her shoulder. She teased with her tongue 
as if to say that the prickshot had missed and to try again. 

"Owee, there's a lot of cum in there, isn't there?" She stroked it with both 
hands now-keeping it hot to see if he could shoot off again. 

This was why she loved going down on virile young boys. Their cocks were so 
uninhibited, so innocent yet. Young, dumb, and full of cum. No one had 
touched this kid before; he was riper than a tomato, his prick so 
stuffed-to-the-brim with cum that some dumb chick was not getting, that it 
was difficult to hold because it was so intensely hot. His juice had that 
Pet-Milk flavor; he was not weaned yet. There was a cornmeal substance caked 
around his foreskin. She licked it and it was grainy, so yummy and virile. 
He was at the peak of his puberty. 

She sucked his dick into her mouth, then let it withdraw and kissed the tip. 
She skinned it down tight and teased her tongue all around the ridge. Her 
lips puckered the crown into her mouth, while her tongue attacked the eye of 
the hurricane. Each time she jabbed her tongue into the slit of his crown he 
lurched and fucked wildly. Then she lifted it and lapped up one side, from 
his testicles to the top of his crown, then down the other side to gnaw at 
the base of the stock. 

She pulled back again and looked at its length. "Shove it in my mouth, 
Bobby. You know how-" Bobby moaned and held on the best he could. She was 
giving him the full treatment now, the butterfly, the deep throat, the licks 
under the nuts, and the big tease at the asshole. 

"I bet you've never had a blow job before, have you?" she asked with a 
mouthful of cock. 

"No ma'am, I ain't never." 

"Hmmm, good. I'll show you how good it can be. You're so young yet. Poor 
thing." She puckered her lips and flicked her tongue into the slit of his 
crown again. The cum came seeping out of the tube and he groaned. 

"I think I'm cumming-" 

"Let it flow, baby! Juice my mouth! I love it!" 

"Ohhhh, Miss Harris-damn, you're so beautiful. Your mouth is so hot." 

"It's all for you, sweet thing. Am I too beautiful for you to shoot off in 
my mouth? My lips are hot and I love sucking your prick. You're so strong, 
so long, so big ... oweeee ... so sweet." 

A spurt of cum shot up her nose and she sniffed, and continued to lick for 
the best of the load. When this kid gave it, it was going to be a gusher. 
And oh yeah, she knew exactly what to do with it, you could bet your bottom 
dollar. Shit, she was not risking her job for nothing. If the principal 
walked in and caught her red handed at this moment, it would still be a 
bargain to have sucked this young boy's, cock and lick away his bubbly 
juice-and that reminded her that she had to hurry his climax along because 
it was getting late. The janitor would be passing by soon. 

In a husky voice she whispered to him, "I can feel your cum shooting up 
through your tube. Let me suck it and help it along. Is my mouth hot? Let me 
feel how hot your semen is. I want to swallow it." Her mouth clenched down 
so hard over his big bulb that it caused him pain. He shot off a long slimy 
trail of semen and it splattered over the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was 
there instantly to catch the glob and rinse it over her mouth. But his penis 
was still inside and there was not much room. He would be shooting more soon 
and it might be more than a mouthful next time. She took it out of her mouth 
and savored the salty, ball-flavored taste of his cum. 

"That was delicious, Bobby. What a man you are." She patted and squeezed his 
buttocks. Suddenly it flashed in his head that he knew the real definition 
of man and woman. That did the trick. He shot off so hard that he almost 
faulted dead away. He fell back and slumped down very near to the floor. She 
pulled him back up by the root of his cock. 

"Yes, I know. It was good, wasn't it? But see what you did? You got it all 
over my face and hair. I'm a mess now." 

She flicked her wrist to sling away the cum stuck to her fingers. Poor Bobby 
did not know if he should piss, shit, or go blind! He was flat-out 
embarrassed, thrilled, angry, greedy, cumming ... over and over again until 
it seemed it went on forever. Then he had to squat and hold his legs open 
because of all the cum seeping down from his penis. 

"Owee ... we're going to need a bucket for you, kid. Sorry, I didn't know 
... " She went down for a second time to cleanse and see that nothing was 
wasted. 

When at last she had licked him clean, she stood up. Her clothes were 
disarranged and her skirt was caught above her waist. The sight of her 
panties cutting into her fleshy thighs aroused him a little. "Miss 
Harris-does this mean-" 

"No it does not!" 

"Oh but please, Miss Harris. Can't I fuck you just once? I-I never did it 
with a girl before," he pleaded, clutching his penis, the erection gone, but 
the sexual urge still there. 

"Oh look, Bobby. You had a great time, didn't you? I'm very sorry, I don't 
do the other." 

She cleansed the cum out of her hair and wiped her mouth. She looked down at 
his penis which was growing harder the more she resisted him. She felt pity 
for the kid; what a man he was going to be. Already his prick was back at 
full length, not as wild as before, but wiser, and wanting to take it all in 
again slowly. 

"Oh Miss Harris, I'd be so appreciative if you would just let me stick it in 
your pussy once ... " 

"No," she smiled, "you've had enough." 

"Please," he pleaded, and involuntarily lost control of his body as it began 
to dry-fuck. He looked down at himself in surprise as if his penis did not 
belong to him any more. 

"Oh wow. How can I refuse when I see you so hot? I really shouldn't, but I 
guess it won't hurt." 

She raised her skirt and pulled down her panties. She poked her pussy with 
her finger and fucked herself for a while. Then she wiggled toward him, her 
skirt up, the drawers half way down her ass. She spread her legs and arched 
her cunt up toward him. He looked down at her white thighs, curly pussy 
hairs, and the pink clitoris peeking up like a periscope. 

"Fuck me quick. Okay, Bobby?" 

"Yeah, wow-" 

"It's going to be good when you stick it in me, isn't it, Bobby?" 

"Ohhh ... wow, oh wow. You'll really let me." 

"Just stick it in me, quick! Hurry s Bobby!" 

Bobby was frantic, fumbling, trying to fit his penis into her pussy. His 
jeans were half off and he could not squat low enough to penetrate up into 
her pussy hole. He kept missing the target. She was making animal sounds 
deep in her throat. He fucked out toward her pussy again. Then they were 
both grabbing at her cunt hole to pry it open. 

"No, here, let me do it. You're too slow." 

"But I can do it. I want to put it in ... the man is supposed to-" 

The mere touch of her pubic hairs over his dickhead burned his crown and 
pleasure oozed through him. It was too late to stick it in her. The most he 
could hope for now was to rub it in her naked slit. 

"Quick, put it in your pants now. We have to get out of here before someone 
sees us. And you must promise not to tell any of your friends about this. If 
you do, I won't suck you again. And you liked it, didn't you?" 

"I don't think I can walk ... " 

Bobby left the classroom and Miss Harris took a minute to straighten her 
clothes. What a mess she was with all that cum on her chin! Some was still 
caked in her hair. "Good heavens, Linda Harris! What kind of a harlot have 
you turned into? What must poor Bobby think of you?" Well ... somebody had 
to suck his cherry. 

She gathered up her papers, picked up her handbag and started for the door. 
She saw the janitor leaning on his broom in the corridor just outside her 
door. Just what she needed! A dirty old man who was also a Peeping Tom. 

"Well, well, you holding class kinda late ain't you, Miss Harris?" 

She closed the door and stepped out into the corridor. She would do her best 
to ignore him. Jeremy was pushing sixty-eight and still could not be 
trusted. She could feel his eyes undressing her. He wanted to ball her but 
he was no real threat. Then she realized that they were probably all alone 
in the building at this hour. 

"What's your hurry? He blocked the corridor, still leaning on the broom. 
"Don't you want to chat a while?" 

"Look, Jeremy, we've gone through this before and I hate to hurt your 
feelings-" 

He put the broom handle between his legs and started playing with himself. 
"What is it, Miss Harris? I'm not young enough for you? Just happened to see 
little Bobby Wills leave yonder. You sure kept him late today-his folks is 
gonna be a heap worried 'bout 'im." 

"Look you! I don't like your filthy insinuations. Bobby is flunking his 
class." 

"Bullshit. How do you flunk art? And don't get so riled up. I was gonna keep 
your secret." 

"What secret?" 

"C'mon, Bobby Wills ain't the only kid. I jus' wonder what the principal 
would think 'bout you sucking off them boys." 

"Why you lecherous old peeping goat!" 

She moved to pass him and he caught her arm. He snatched her close to him. 

"I've been watching you, how you been teasing these youngsters, makin' their 
cocks all hard. How you show off those watermelon-sized tits, wiggle that 
sexy ass around. What you need is some of this peter I got. I'll give you 
what you're lookin' for." All the while he spoke he rubbed her hand over his 
nasty dick. 

"Let go of my hand, creep. You're too old to do anything for me. All an old 
man can do for me is to show me which way a young man went!" 

"Yeah, well, I can suck those hot tits of yours." He tried to feel one and 
missed. 

"I'm warning you, Jeremy. If you don't let go of my hand-" 

"Whatcha wanna go down on that young meat for? Them boys is jus' babies. 
I'll give you a big, hard, juicy prick to suck on. Howdaya' like that, huh, 
teach?" 

"Who needs it?" 

Old man Jeremy dropped the broom. The sound of it hitting the floor startled 
Linda. Then she saw him pull out his penis. It was red and funny-looking, 
about as thick and round as a pickle. Might not be bad action. He skinned it 
back and pointed it at her. For an old man he had a pretty good-sized 
erection. Shit, who said old men could not get it up? 

"You know you want some of this here cock. I know how hot your cunt stays. 
All you radical young teachers are the same-the new breed. Well, I got 
something that will make you smart enough to teach." 

He hunched his peter out at her. She stared down at it longer than need be, 
but she was momentarily hypnotized by the serpent slithering out of his fly. 

"You take a good look," she said as she shifted her papers to one arm and 
pulled up her skirt, "and eat your heart out, because I wouldn't fuck you if 
you were the last cock on earth. I wouldn't let you sniff my pussy. And it's 
good too. Young-hot-stinky pussy in its prime of goodness." She gave him a 
bump and grind before she let the skirt drop. 

But in that flash he caught a glimpse of her long legs and pouting pussy in 
white panties. 

Old man Jeremy was left standing there with his mouth hanging open and his 
penis harder than a steel shaft. Linda turned and strutted down the 
corridor. 

"I'll get you, bitch," he called after her. "One night I'm gonna pay you a 
visit and collect some dues." 

She crossed the school yard and noticed that there were two students on the 
tennis courts. As she drew nearer she saw Bill Fitz hitting the ball with 
Curry Grey. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Bill Fitz. "Come on," she 
said to herself, "get yourself together. What's with you today? You know 
what's with you. You're horny. But Billy Fitz is just a kid. So were the 
rest of the boys that you went down on. Why have a conscience about Billy 
Fitz?" 

They were just finishing up the practice session. Linda slowed her pace to 
time it so they would meet at the gate. 

"Hello, Billy," she spoke, "and hi there, Curry! You fellas were really 
hitting that ball around." 

"Gotta work hard to stay on the team. And the only way to be a winner is to 
play guys like Billy here." Curry was out of breath and pooped. 

Billy looked like a winner all the way. He was tall and lanky, wiry, but 
quick as a cat on the court. He was headed for a professional tennis career 
after college. He was a superior player who was easily winning national 
junior tournaments. 

"Don't listen to him, Miss Harris," Bill laughed. "He's as good as I am, but 
he just won't practice. You gotta practice if you want to be the best at 
something." 

She wondered how he felt about sex. They chatted for a few minutes and then 
Curry had to split. He offered to give Bill a ride to the other side of 
campus where his bike was parked. But instead Linda said that she was going 
that way anyhow, and would be happy to give him a ride. Bill accepted the 
ride with Linda. 

They climbed into her Lancia convertible. It would be a short ride but Linda 
would make the most of it, although Billy was not the best talker. At every 
opportunity she glanced down at his shorts. He was sweaty and his raw 
masculine scent aroused her sexually. 

"Have you made up your mind about what college you're going to, Billy?" 

She wanted to eat Billy up. All that young, tender meat. But he was not a 
virgin stud. Who would have thought it, but the guy had a dynamite 
reputation with the girls. 

"I won't be going anywhere if I don't get my grades straight. And I don't 
know if I want to go to college or not." 

"Because of tennis, you mean?" 

"That, and Dad wants me to come into the business with him. I haven't got it 
together yet, that's all." 

"What is happening with your grades?" 

"I'm just not here, you know? I don't give a shit about history. It's all a 
bunch of lies anyway." 

"All depends on how you look at it, Billy. I know you'll make the right 
decision." 

She stopped in the parking lot beside Billy's motorcycle. 

"Thanks for the ride, Miss Harris. See you around." 

She glanced down at how the damp shorts clung to his pud and made a big 
bulge in his basket. She could not help but wonder what his meat tasted 
like. It might also be nice to suck out of his ass. 

There was a blonde girl waiting on the curb in front of the bike. She called 
to Billy - Suzan Peters, Billy's steady piece, thought Linda. Suzan was a 
nice enough girl but definitely not his type. Suzan was too mickey-mouse and 
bland. 

"Well have to talk again pushed for time, Billy. Take care." 

Chapter Two 

All the way home Linda Harris could not get Billy Fitz off her mind. Billy's 
father was a widower and just happened to be the richest man in the county. 
He had made his fortune growing grapes. The "Fitz" label was one of the best 
known in the world. 

She had often wondered how she had gotten stuck in a one-horse town like 
Marinda, California. The way things were going it looked as if she would be 
stuck here for a while longer. Marinda was near the seacoast near Santa 
Cruz. She thought that living away from the big city would be a pleasant 
experience. Teaching art to high-school brats was not exactly the prize of 
all prizes, nevertheless she loved doing it. She had been teaching at Wilbur 
High for one year now. She had come to Marinda because her father had died 
and left her his estate here. It was a cool pad with a swimming pool and the 
beach just a stone's throw away. She thought she would be able to save her 
money by living in the house. Things worked out Just fine for the first six 
months. But there were not any single men around Marinda. Those who were 
available were too old or married. And in a town as small as Marinda you did 
not risk balling your neighbor's husband. 

There was no way that she could go without a man for very long. She did not 
necessarily have to ball a guy, sucking his pud was good enough for her. 
Unashamedly she confessed to being a cum-freak. She had been for as long as 
she could remember. It had started with her uncle, who was the black sheep 
of the family, so to speak. He used to feel her and her sister up whenever 
he could catch them alone in the house. She was too young to know what the 
hell her uncle was doing at the time. Then her uncle was caught in the act 
of fucking her sister and sent to jail. 

After that awesome period of her life, she became really interested in boys. 
She discovered that in order to be popular with the boys a girl had to give 
up a little head action. Yep, she would have to call herself a compulsive 
fellatrice. Somehow living today made that easy to admit. The new society 
had done wonders in sexually educating people. 

She thought about Fran, a teacher who shared the house and expenses with 
her. Fran was a cool chick, much like herself, only Fran did not have any 
trouble finding men. But then she had guts and was a go-getter. Fran had 
helped her through a lot of crises, but there were some things she did not 
know about. Like the time Fran's younger brother spent the weekend at the 
house. At first Linda could not stand the little monster. He was a 
ten-year-old and the worst brat she had ever seen, but she had to tolerate 
the kid for Fran's sake. One Saturday morning they were alone because Fran 
had taken a part-time job at a bookstore. Very often she and Fran strutted 
around the house in just their underwear, and it became a habit Linda had to 
fight to break. That morning she had forgotten about Danny's being in the 
house. 

She had gone downstairs into the kitchen tugging at her panties. Danny's 
eyes were as big as apples as they scanned her naked titties. Just for 
kicks, she caressed her hips and pulled the panties tight over her crotch. 
Danny saw it all in one glance. She had told him to come with her up to her 
room. "I want to show you something, Danny." Danny followed with his eyes on 
her bouncy buttocks. 

She began to make light conversation by asking Danny if he liked little 
girls or big girls. Once inside her bedroom she locked the door, just in 
case Fran should happen to come home unexpectedly. She faced Danny and put 
her hands up to her breasts and squeezed a little. She saw that he was 
willing, the little bastard. She went close to him and wiggled down her 
drawers. With no trouble, she got him out of his pants and got his eager 
little rod into her, but not before the kid shot off several times. She 
never forgot how it felt having his small prick in her fully matured cunt, 
and how she used it at her will during his stay. It was neat fucking and 
sucking men, but they were usually so damn chauvinistic. With young Danny, 
she had her own private play-toy. She had felt at liberty to do any freaky 
things she wanted because the youngster was not going to tell. 

Later Linda and Fran chatted while putting away the dinner dishes. Fran had 
slipped a worn tee shirt over her panties. Linda still had on a skirt and 
blouse. 

"Why are men such creeps?" asked Fran. 

"What's the matter, are you and Frank having troubles? I thought you two 
were getting engaged this year." 

"Frank doesn't believe in marriage; nobody does any more." 

"Stop knocking it, kid. You're lucky you have a man, period. Forget the 
marriage part of the deal. Shack up and get it while the getting is good. Do 
you know that most of the single women I know aren't fucking at all?" 

They moved into the living room. Fran lit a joint and they got high and had 
a few drinks. It was then, after she had relaxed, that Linda noted how 
little Fran had on. Fran, a free-spirited girl, acted as though it was quite 
proper, and sat down beside Linda on the couch. 

Linda took a hard hit on the joint. 

"What's your problem, Linda? You look a little pie-faced." 

"You know who Billy Fitz is? Well, guess has a thing for the kid? And at her 
ripe old age of thirty. Me!" 

"You're kidding-he's just a boy." 

"He's a senior, graduates this summer. You don't have to tell me, I know 
better. I feel like I'm his mother." 

"Yeah, but he's a cute thing. I hear the girl students talking about him all 
the time. They say he's hung like an elephant. Goes around with this Suzan 
Peters kid. 

"I know, I saw her today after school. A perfect size nine. Look at me! My 
boobs are big enough to be basketballs. Look how much weight I'm gaining 
sitting on my ass all day. Every pound I gain goes right to my ass." 

She took another hit and looked down at her large thighs. She patted them 
and squeezed the undersides. 

Fran flopped back against the couch and cocked up both legs. She took the 
joint from Linda and had a hard hit. She brought her left hand up under her 
tit to cradle it. 

"You don't know how lucky you are, sweetie. What if you had no tits, like 
me? My Frank thinks you are the hottest thing to come along since Evelyn 
West, 'the girl with the treasure chest.' He says you turn him on. Me-what 
does he care?" 

"Listen, Frank is definitely not my type. But when you're done with him, 
point him in my direction. I'm so hard up to be laid that I would take any 
man." 

"Would you really ball Frank?" 

"No, kid, I was just jivin' you." 

"I asked because he's been talking about going up to San Jose to one of 
those Sexual Freedom parties. Do you know that he actually asked me to 
swap?" 

"What did you say?" 

"That'd I'd have to think about it." They laughed. "I'm no fool. But 
seriously ... Frank wants to screw you." 

They stared into each other's eyes. "No, I don't think so. I'm just not 
ready for that kind of action yet. That doesn't mean I'm not hot to be 
fucked. But Frank is your ole man. You know what I mean, Fran." 

"Okay," Fran said, feeling she had come on "But, ah, what do you do? I know 
compulsive-oral-fetish side, you told use about that. But you haven't dated 
in some time now." 

Linda took the joint back and in doing so, glanced down at her friend's 
thighs. Her panties were transparent and she could see the neat triangular 
bush of her pussy hairs. Little Fran sure had a flock of hair growing 
between her slender thighs. 

Now Linda was nervous. She made a clumsy attempt to pick up her smokes from 
the coffee table in front of them. Fran reclined and gapped her legs wider. 
She flapped them open and closed as if the gush of air was cooling down her 
hot cunt. 

"Quite frankly, I masturbate a lot. I bought one of those massage gadgets 
that's shaped like a cock." 

"When? I've never seen you-" 

"Behind closed doors, sweetie. We have separate bedrooms, you know. And 
besides it's not something I would do openly." 

"Why not? I think it would be interesting. I do the same. Even though Frank 
balls me three times a week, I masturbate after each screw to make it twice 
as good." 

"I don't think I'd want anyone watching me do that. You can't be serious. 
And what's with you tonight anyway? All I've heard all evening is sex, sex, 
sex." 

"I want to fuck you! Wow, man-did you have to make me come out and say it?" 

Before Linda could reply, Fran leaned across and pulled up her skirt, as if 
she knew exactly how hot Linda's pussy was, how long it had been since she 
had fucked a man. Stoned, Fran began testing the softness of Linda's inner 
thighs and tickling her cunt. 

Linda drew back and looked at her. "Why didn't you say so sooner, dummy? I 
wasn't sure you went that way. Let's get our thing together-I can't seem to 
find a man who wants my pussy. It would be a bargain considering the price 
men are asking these days ... " 

Fran embraced her protectively. She brushed her lips against Linda's, barely 
touching her. Linda shivered and planted the kiss and they locked tongues. 

Linda could feel her body awakening to the fondlings as she was taken to 
heights of sexual pleasure she never dreamed possible. Fran felt her ass. 
She closed her eyes and sighed. 

"I've been dying to see your tits. Take your blouse off." 

Linda opened her eyes and leaned forward and began unbuttoning her blouse. 
She had a strange exotic feeling knowing that she could excite another 
woman. The bra came off and Linda's breasts, looking as large as pineapples, 
sprung free. 

"Don't they hurt you?" 

"Only when they're not being played with." 

"Without the bra they look so huge." 

Fran was hypnotized by the majestic cleavage. She began to suck greedily 
over them. She bounced them up and down like yo-yos, captivated by how large 
they were. 

"Let's go up to your room, Linda. I want to flake out on your waterbed, 
okay?" 

"Sure. Bring the joints." 

They got up and went upstairs. Fran kept her hand on Linda's fine ass as 
they walked. They went into Linda's bedroom and stood in the dark beside the 
waterbed. 

Fran was becoming more aroused and quickly removed Linda's skin and panties. 
She slipped her hand under the seat of Linda's ass and cupped her cunt. She 
could feel the moisture seeping down into her palm from her deep slit. She 
stroked and stroked until she felt her clitoris stand nice and tall. 

"Hmm, you sure are a freak, baby. Makes it all the nicer." 

Fran moved around in front of her and parted Linda's legs. 

"Oh, now, now ... darling, you're trembling." She was delicate, like a 
doctor giving a checkup. 

Linda saw that she was hungry to do what she had read lesbians did to give 
their mates a full orgasm. First, she kissed her stomach and over her pussy 
mound. Fran felt the lava spurt into her mouth; she prodded her head deeper 
between her thighs, licking for more! She sniffed Linda's organic perfume, 
and it shook her! 

"Oh let me lie down-you're making me weak in the knees." 

"Stretch out for me on your stomach." 

Linda did as instructed and Fran kneeled beside her, She massaged her neck 
and shoulders and felt the tension go out of her. Her hands smoothed down 
along her spine and over the ellipse of her buttocks, Linda's body stiffened 
at first, a bit hesitant about having her ass stuck up in Fran's face, but 
she soon relaxed and settled down. 

Fran squeezed and molded her buttocks into beautiful shapes. She rumbled 
them together und made them quake. They were butterballs, quivering like 
quicksilver. They looked so delicious and soft she had to have a mouthful. 
She opened her mouth wide and sucked in a yummy cheek. 

Linda began to rock and roll, trying to fight off the thrilling sensation of 
Fran chewing her ass. Frank, dumb shit that he was, probably never did this 
for her. Men only wanted to screw a chick's asshole-not eat out of it. 
Actually, the asshole was very sensitive. 

She lapped under the ellipse of one buttock; and up and across her anus. 
Linda twitched. Fran spread the cheeks apart and her tongue flirted with the 
pinpoint hole. 

The crack of her ass was dry as cotton. She gave the hole a good rinsing 
until it budded open. She did the butterfly around the rim until she thought 
Linda could not stand any more. Then she poked inside with her pointed 
tongue. 

"Fran ... what are you doing back there ... ?" 

"They say women are like cats ... maybe in more ways than they think." 

Fran pulled up to appraise her prize. Linda's asshole was as red as a 
monkey's ass. Bright pink around the outside and a toasty brown around the 
crater's edge. Directly below the open gash, her pussy pulsated. It 
tightened, contracted and then boom ... it spread out like a blossoming 
flower! 

Her pussy-lips were thick, like flaps-and her pubic hair grew wild all the 
way back to her anus. Fran put her tongue back there and Linda exploded-and 
cum flushed out in squirts-then in lumps. Linda had blown her nuts that 
quickly! 

"Oh wow, you really go off, don't you?" Fran exclaimed. 

"I couldn't help it. You make it feel so good. I never had it back there. 
You're supposed to do that, are you?" 

Linda sat up and turned her ass away from Fran. No more of that for a while. 
Fran wiped her mouth and threw her head back arrogantly. 

"It was good, wasn't it? That's all that matters. I rather enjoyed the way 
your ass tastes. When I first saw you I thought what a sexy ass you had." 

"Are you sensitive there, too?" 

"Oh am I? Frank did me there once and it really got me off. You ever let a 
guy fuck you back there?" 

"Afraid not. I could barely take your tongue." 

"Oh, I can see I have a lot to show you, Teach. You and I are going to have 
some great times. I also have a dildo that I can strap on and fuck you with. 
I mean, I'm not a straight lesbian, I don't want you to think that. But I do 
enjoy mixing it up. I mean, in case you're really hot for a dick, I can 
screw you with the dildo. Frank uses it on me sometimes when he's too pooped 
to pop." 

"Well have to take it slow, dear. But right now ... " she fluttered her long 
lashes and looked at Fran's fragile body, "ah, can I-ah, ah?" 

"You better. Gawd, I'm as hot as a firecracker! I'd never forgive you if you 
left me hanging this way." 

Fran fell back and spread her legs wide. She began to wiggle her hips as 
though she wanted to be laid. 

"I like the way you look. You're so trim and slender. It's hard to think of 
you letting a man stick his dick in you-you'd think your body would break in 
two, that's how delicate you look." She was partially stirred again, gazing 
down at Fran's sexy body. She was in a trance while Fran continued to twist 
and squirm her pussy on the sheet. 

"Get down on it, baby," Fran pleaded, raising her hips and opening her pussy 
for Linda to see. 

Linda caressed up and down her golden thighs. She leaned over and sucked one 
erect nipple. The tit was sweet and hot in her mouth. She rinsed the nipple 
around and then drew in hard on it. Fran wheezed, feeling the caresses draw 
nearer and nearer to her center, growing hotter, being teased; and little 
groans of passion escaped her lips. 

"I don't know why I'm so damn horny tonight." 

They rolled on the bed, a union of twisting fire, until Linda was on top. 
She felt Fran's buttocks and moved her hands up and down her hips. She came 
between her thighs and let her softness blend into Fran's. She could feel 
Fran squirming beneath her, trying to work her clitoris so it would meet her 
own. To torment her slit even more, she worked her thighs to press upon her 
pussy. 

She was getting a kick out of seeing Fran this hot. Fran had this hangup 
about self-hatred, which made her overanxious to be accepted. It made her an 
easy lay to any, man who showed any strength at all. In a funny way Fran 
wanted to be taken advantage of, so she pumped her center furiously into her 
crotch, all the while squeezing Linda's tender buttocks, and occasionally 
putting a finger into her crack. 

The finger in Linda's ass brought back the memory of how she had blown her 
stack. She wanted to experience that sensation once more. She raised up off 
of Fran and shoved her finger into her pussy, Fran opened up and fastened 
her mouth to one of Linda's hanging, swinging titties. 

Linda hovered over her, kissing all the way down to her flat stomach. She 
licked into her navel, then down to the crest of her pussy. Her tongue 
plowed through the entangled hairs until it flirted with the fire of the 
exposed clitoris. She slurped down the center of the valentine and poked her 
tongue in! 

"Oh, oh, baby-take it from me!" 

"It's sweet-it's really sweet." Linda buried her head there, and used her 
finger to pry the tight lips of her pussy farther open. A flash of pink and 
a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her 
buttocks. Her lips were thick and swollen from having to go all day with her 
thighs rubbing her cunt, stirring up those hot juices, and tormenting her 
feminine hunger. She ran her tongue down those swollen lips and watched Fran 
go crazy! She forced her pussy open even further, and the second layer of 
cunt folded out. Then it, too, received a stinging kiss. 

While Linda kissed her, she ran her hands over the inner thighs, testing 
their softness, patting the soft cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Oh, I like it. Kissing your pussy makes my pussy bubble too." 

"You can have all of mine you want. Pretend that your tongue is a penis-hot 
to fuck me. But only I won't let you ... " 

Linda stuck her tongue in as far as it would go. 

"It's so hot. You're juicy too, Fran. Were you horny today?" 

"I'm horny every day. By the time I come home my drawers are soaking wet 
from creaming on myself." 

"I'm going to bite your clit now." 

"I won't be responsible for what happens." 

Fran went wild and spun out of the hold, ending with her legs down over 
Linda's face, while she reared back on her arms. She could see Linda's 
tongue sticking out as she twisted her head and licked dead center at her 
pussy. It was good to her. She reached around Fran's ass and drew her pussy 
closer, using the finger again to spread the fat, puffy pussy apart! 

Fran was stoned out of it now. She began to fuck up and down on Linda's 
pointed tongue, trying her damnest to get it all the way up her. But Linda 
kept teasing her, licking all around the outside, then sticking it back into 
the pussy slit. 

"I want to see what you taste like. Cum in "my mouth, Fran!" 

"Reach under me and stick your finger in my asshole-quick!" 

Linda began to lick in earnest now. 

"I'm getting turned on rubbing my face in your pussy." 

Fran smothered the pussy in her pretty, contorted face, streaked with 
ecstatic passion. The words set off a hundred charges in her mind, and Fran, 
in spite of herself reached an orgasm. The waterbed made big waves that 
rocked them, and Fran exploded into moans and sighs of complete 
satisfaction! 

"More, baby, more!" 

Chapter Three 

Bill Fitz was up early the next morning practicing his serve when he saw his 
father come out of the house and go into the garage. He backed the Mercedes 
out of the driveway and parked it in front of the house. Then he climbed out 
and went in the front door. That was odd. Maybe he had forgotten something. 
Bill put aside his racket and entered the house by the back door. He went 
through the kitchen toward the front hall. He had been wanting to talk to 
his dad about his after-graduation plans anyway. He had been contacted by a 
scout from the World Tennis League. But his dad was a tough cookie, stubborn 
and not at all sympathetic to the generation gap. But that was a problem 
that Bill would just have to knuckle down to. 

Bill stopped in the dining room when he heard voices. From where he stood, 
he could see into the front hall where his dad was coming down the stairs. 
Right behind him was a honey-blonde in a white silk clingy dress. His dad 
had made a pickup last night. 

The woman was obviously cheap trash, but very expensive for a whole night's 
work. Supersexy! She appeared to be the typical dumb blonde with a 
Coke-bottle shape, a tight, tight dress with tassels, and too much make-up. 
Her mouth was going a mile a minute as she popped her chewing gum. She 
pulled the gum from her mouth and caught it on her finger. She stuck it 
under the banister where his dad could not see. With his dad's money, he 
could have done a lot better in broads, he thought. But then, Marinda did 
not exactly have much to offer in the way of whores. 

"Hey, sweetie, why are we tipping?" she whispered, carrying her shoes in one 
hand and her coat over her arm. 

"I told you. So we won't wake the kid. Keep it down until we get outside." 

She nearly toppled over when they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Oh 
geez, it's too early still. I just wanna sleep. Why didn't you tell me you 
got up with the birds?" 

"Sh ... " Mr. Fitz reached for his attach case. "Can you walk all right?" 

"You better help me-here, let me put my arm around your shoulders." She 
tickled his ribs. "You old big-cock devil, you! That thang ya' got could 
cripple fragile li'l me. Sure was good though ... ya' bet ya' li'l ole Aunt 
Fanny." 

Billy stood still until he heard his father's car drive away. Well ... one 
thing was for damn certain, he was going to have to look elsewhere for 
advice, but then he was accustomed to being his own parent. 

After first period Bill was standing in front of his locker when he saw 
Eloise Larson approaching. Eloise was everybody's girl. She was known around 
school as Little Miss Hot Lips. She had a natural thing for Bill because he 
would not play with her. She was not top stuff, and he, being the big jock, 
could afford to be selective. He saved his shit for the prissy bitches with 
money. But Eloisie knew it would only be a matter of time before they got 
together, only she planned to have him crawling on his knees in front of 
everybody when they did. 

"Hi Billy!" 

"Get lost, Eloise," he said without looking at her, knowing she would be 
wearing that same tight sweater that showed off her boobs, and the skirt 
that was so short that she was always missing school from having caught cold 
in her pussy. 

"I just wanted to wish you good luck in your match tomorrow. I know you'll 
win because you're super." 

"Thank you, Eloise. See you around, huh?" 

"Hey, Billy. What are you doing tomorrow night? Wanna swing at my place? My 
folks are going fishing up in the mountains. The house will be free ... " 

"I don't think so. I'll probably be tired after the match. Thanks anyway." 

"We could have quite an evening, massage your tired muscles. I promise not 
to fuck you too hard. And you know I give good head." 

"Hey look, I said no thanks!" 

"Well, when are you gonna let me suck you? Promises, promises, that's all 
you give ... You scared that I'll gnaw that mat off?" 

Bill ignored her and walked away. Without realizing it he had meandered 
toward the art room. Inside he saw Miss Harris standing at her desk 
surrounded by a beehive of activity. She was passing out paints and drawing 
paper to the students, who were all eager to begin the period. Miss Harris 
glanced in his direction and smiled. She had sensed that he wanted to speak 
to her about something important. She scribbled a quick note, walked over 
and handed it to him without saying a word. Then she politely closed the 
classroom door. 

"Now class, we're going to start visual units in our compositions." 

He heard her through the door. He quickly read the note and then slumped 
back against the wall. Far-fucking-out! She wanted him to call at her home 
tonight at eight o'clock. Now that was something to think about. 

Things were normal in the George Adam Jones household this morning. At least 
Mrs. Alice Jones thought so-the toast was burnt, the scrambled eggs were too 
dry, Dottie rushed away to school and forgot her lunchbox, Leroy, the 
twelve-year-old, gulped his food as usual, knocked over a glass of milk, and 
raced out the back door. Spot, their German Shepherd, had stayed in the 
house last night and shit on the front carpet, broke two priceless vases, 
and now was out in the back yard barking his ass off at some dumb cat that 
was streaking through her well-cared-for garden. Alice flopped down at the 
kitchen table and threw down the dish cloth in total defeat. In a minute now 
Mr. Jones would be down from upstairs yelling for his coffee and complaining 
about the delinquency of the students at Wilbur High where he had been the 
principal for the past twenty-five years. 

"Good morning, darling," he said. "Would you be a dear and take the station 
wagon down to the service station?" 

"What the hell for? You can't get gas!" 

"To have the oil filter changed. You can do that much, can't you? I mean, 
you're so overloaded with household chores, you can't take a minute off from 
your daytime serials to see to the car?" 

"You know, George, I was gonna be nice to you this morning. I really was. 
But you don't deserve it. You don't deserve me or the way that I slave for 
you." 

George sat down. 

"What's eating you this morning? For Crissake, what did I do but walk in and 
say good morning?" 

"That is the problem, George. You don't know what is happening with me or 
the kids, or the dog, or that my mother broke her legs two days ago playing 
hopscotch." 

"She's your mother-not mine." 

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Oh-oh so now you're throwing my 
mother up in my face? She told me not to marry you. She said I was sick to 
want to get hung up with of all things, a high-school principal! A 
grammar-school principal wouldn't have been so bad. But a high-school 
principal-God save us! What could be worse to marry except maybe an 
undertaker?" 

"I don't recall begging you to marry into this ghetto dwelling," he 
retaliated, "with the pool, tennis court, two cars, twelve credit cards, and 
a clothes closet that could supply the first floor of Gimbel's. Oh boy, you 
got it so gawdamn, fucking bad though, don't you?" 

"George-" 

"What?" 

"Shut up!" 

She raised her gown and practically put her snatch right up against his 
eyeballs. 

"Husband, dear ... do you remember what this is?" 

"Pete sakes, put your gown down, will you? That's a fine way for a 
principal's wife to act." 

She stuck one finger in her cunt and made a salute with the other and began 
to chant-"Oh, say can you fuck?" 

"Alice, if you don't stop behaving in such a childish fashion. I'm afraid 
I'll have to-" 

She stopped him short, cold. "George, I'm leaving you. I want a divorce. 
That's it. I'm through." 

"You must be out of your mind. What about the kids?" 

"Ohh ... " she waved a hand, "you can have 'em. Take 'em. I give 'em to you. 
And that damn horny dog, the bullfrog, the six cats, the canary and the 
bills. I don't even want a settlement. Just out!" 

"Be sensible. That would cause a scandal. Our folks would pitch a bitch." 

"Here I am, a woman of forty-two years, and I am still living my life for my 
parents. Get out of here, George, and go to school. But one of these days I 
won't be here when you walk in that door?" 

After her husband left for school Alice Jones played with herself. How 
wicked she was! She did not have any scruples when it came to loving young 
boys either. She was the one woman in Marinda who would not deny herself 
sexual pleasure. She admitted openly to her circle of horny friends, "Why 
should I waste away and let my cunt-hole dry up? Tell me that. I love to 
ball: I love to go down on big cocks. You all-really-do too. I won't be a 
phony like some of you and our other suburbanites who have to live in the 
Valley of the Dolls and become neurotic because they don't fuck enough. 
Holding on to the strict religious restrictions with one hand, and beating 
the meat with the other! I figure that any prick that can come hard is old 
enough to mouth." It was easy to see why she didn't have very many female 
friends. Most of her girlfriends didn't trust her around their husbands. 

She was a trip and she knew it. Men only dug her because she was an easy 
lay. (That is, if you knew how to appeal to her childish side.) She was like 
most voluptuous women-she walked by and turned every young man's head. Now 
she had a fear of growing old. Her mammoth-sized breasts that once were her 
most attractive feature were beginning to sag. So much so, that each morning 
she faithfully worked out with an exerciser to strengthen up her pectoral 
muscles. Seeing herself do so made her realize just how important a big 
chest was. Those big babies were instrumental in drawing all kinds of men to 
her. And when they came they were usually sporting hot and greedy cocks. "If 
I didn't have big cans, men would never look at me. I know that," she told 
herself rather vindictively. She had learned to deal with the biological 
fact that she had winners up front. 

She confessed to having a weird, anything-goes personality, except when she 
said something was not so. If you did not play her weird game, you missed 
out on some good, good pussy. She spoke openly, frankly, and unashamedly 
about her sexual appetite. She needed a man to fuck her every minute of the 
day, seven days a week. Her psyche had a two-sided character. Like a sword 
it stuck deep in the heart of her cunt. On one side, she could have orgasms 
repeatedly-each one better than the last-until she went out of her head. She 
was a nymphomaniac and would ball any person off the street at the drop of a 
hat. The other side of the sharp sword was the fact that she had big booming 
tits which made men crazy to dick her. And she was not about to say no, no 
way. The man who approached her properly had a good balling coming. 

Having the body of a goddess and a strong sexual desire had made life 
difficult for her in many instances. She had completely drained her first 
husband. He had taken her as a virgin, neither one of them knowing much 
about sex. After discovering he could not satisfy her, he became overtly 
jealous of his pals, who flocked around her like wolves, waiting for the 
fuck. They all knew that she had hot pants, so they paid her compliments 
which made her damn near cream on herself. There were always some sly 
insidious remarks about the tremendous size of her breasts. Her husband 
finally cracked under the pressure, knowing that indeed, if given the 
chance, she would fuck any man behind his back. Which was true and it did 
happen; she was simple-minded that way. She knew sex was not dirty, and she 
had treated it mentally like a child, not minding anyone playing with her 
toys as long as they were not broken and given back to her. 

She remembered when she fucked a real-estate agent. That had been her most 
risqu affair. He had come out to the house to appraise it. He was turned on 
right away and he asked to see her again on a more personal basis. She 
agreed to meet him in the park one day. They walked to the top of a hill 
that overlooked the park dwellers. The man was so hot to fuck her, he almost 
threw her down to the ground. Right there in the sunlight, surrounded by 
trees and beautiful nature, he sucked and licked her mammoth-sized tits. It 
had all been so weird. There she was, with this practically total stranger, 
on top of a hill in the park and him humping to beat the band! 

Alice was not proud of what she had become, but saw no other way to satisfy 
her sexual hunger. True, there had been a succession of youngsters. She had 
been so horny once that she started hanging out at roadside diners to pick 
up truck drivers. But then the regular whores called her bluff one day and 
that was the last time she went there. 

She criticized the participants in the sexual revolution and women's-libbers 
for putting down men, although she felt they spoke the truth about equal pay 
for equal jobs. But men, as chauvinistic as they may be, were necessary to 
her sexual wellbeing. If she was not laid more than three times a week-she 
spooked. 

Alice went out into the living room. After taking one look at all the 
housework she had to do, she sat down and lit a cigarette. She let the 
beginning of the day sink slowly into her mind. Hmmm-she was horny today. 
When was the last time she had been fucked? Damn, she could not remember ... 

Chapter Four 

Linda was standing in front of her closet mirror when Fran entered the 
bedroom. 

"Hey, toots, your dreamboat just arrived. I told him to make himself 
comfortable." 

"Thanks, kid. How do I look?" 

Fran gave her a whistle. Linda had on a transparent white lace shirt over a 
tight, short skirt. With her majestic chest jutting out, she made a sexy 
picture. 

"A knockout! But hey, listen, Teach. I see what you mean about the kid being 
a dreamboat. Gawd, is he sexy. Robert Redford, eat your heart out. He looks 
like he's really got a big apple in his basket. I wouldn't mind taking a 
bite myself. How did you get him to come over?" 

"I handed him a note that said I was free at eight o'clock. I haven't got my 
lie straight yet as to why I asked him over. I'll think of something, 
though. The important thing is that he's here!" 

Fran took the liberty of smoothing her hand over Linda's nicely rounded ass. 
"Yeah-where Daddy can't watch over him, huh? You could get into trouble with 
the school board. The kid's old man is big shit around these parts." 

"I don't care. Haven't you ever wanted something so badly you were willing 
to risk everything for it?" 

"You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. Teaching is for the birds 
anyway. They don't pay you enough money to deal with their little 
middle-class monsters. I started to be an airline stewardess when I got out 
of college. I wish I had now. At least there you have a crack at scoring a 
millionaire. In this town all you get are baldheaded history professors." 

"It's never too late-there's still time to blow this place. Hey, I better 
get down there. Come on down and I'll introduce you to him." 

When they came downstairs, Bill Fitz was looking over the record collection. 
There were a lot of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and a few Bob Dylan. He 
would have never suspected Miss Harris was that far out. 

"Hi, Billy. This- is my roommate Miss Fran Carson. She teaches English." 

"Yeah, I've seen her at school plenty of times." He was very nervous. He did 
not know what to do with his hands. 

Linda and Fran ate him up with their eyes. They made small talk for a while 
and then Fran excused herself, making it very plain that she would be out 
late tonight. 

As soon as Fran left the house, there was tension in the air. Bill, being as 
young as he was, was not comfortable with a woman as voluptuous as Miss 
Harris. She on the other hand, could not decide how she wanted to play out 
the scene. What did she do, come on strong and snatch out his penis and tote 
him off to bed? She had to remember that he still saw her as a teacher, an 
authority figure. If was too aggressive, he might withdraw. 

He was so quiet that it made her nervous so she up a joint from the 
cigarette box on the coffee table. Then she realized what she had done. He 
saw her holding the joint. 

"Well, no sense trying to hide it. We're going to be friends, aren't we, 
Billy?" 

Billy felt better now and sat down. He looked at her for a long while, 
trying to decide what to make of her. 

"I don't see no reason why we can't be. I mean, I think it's great that you 
took time to see me." 

"If we're friends, I can light this joint. Will you have some?" She said it 
in such a way that if he refused he was not a man. 

"Yeah, I get stoned all the time." 

She lit the joint. She passed it to Billy and then gave him her side view. 
Billy nearly choked on the smoke, seeing the silhouette of her big, booming 
bust. Suddenly he began to weigh the possibilities ... 

She drew back the curtain and they could see the ocean and the sun going 
down. She returned to the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs 
touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had 
come there. 

After a couple of deep hits, Bill Fitz was not himself any longer. In 
essence he was a better lover than his dad. Miss Harris looked far more 
beautiful than that whore his dad had brought home last night. Boy ... if 
the fellows could just see him now! And she sure was making him comfortable. 
He liked the house because of its rustic, beach-cottage atmosphere. There 
were sea shells on table, and oddly structured driftwood lying about. An 
outdated stereo speaker sat in one comer with a host of everybody's favorite 
albums stacked on top of it. On the wall was a very good painting of a nude 
male. The artist had overemphasized the largeness of his penis. Perhaps the 
artist was a penis worshipper, or by emphasizing the male organ maybe she 
was -saying to her sedate circle of divorcees that she was not a child any 
more; she dealt with the biological fact that males were different from 
females and she loved the difference. 

The sun went down and the sky turned yellow, then slipped into nightfall. 
The shades were left open and the outdoors cast enough light into the 
semi-dark room to make it cozy. 

But Bill still was not sure how real Miss Harris was. She had chatted about 
subjects near enough to sex to lead him into it. She was letting him know 
that she was a swinger. He had mentioned Bobby Wills in passing. 

"Oh? What did Bobby tell you about me?" She laughed in a phony 'all-pro's' 
voice-not convincing at all. "I knew he couldn't keep quiet about it." 

"No, really, Bobby didn't tell me anything." 

"I bet he did so. Come on, tell me." She touched him as old friends do. 

"Well-he said that-ah, er, you were a far-out lady." He dropped his head and 
folded his hands in his lap. 

She wondered what he meant. "Far-out" could mean anything. The subject was 
dropped and now she really did not know how to play it. Had Bobby Wills told 
him that she went down on him in the supply closet? 

Billy was hallucinating a little-it was damn good grass. She sat there on 
the edge of the couch puffing the joint. What great legs she had! They were 
very long, and very tan, and almost a crusty bronze in color. The skirt was 
high on her legs and exposed a lot of her "hamhock" thighs. 

He was getting horny to fuck her. He didn't care if she was that much older 
than he was. He was a man and he had a dick and he could fuck good. He knew 
that because he had laid it to Suzan so good she could not go to school for 
two days. And everybody always talked about how big his cock was. He 
wondered if Miss Harris thought so. For what other reason would she have 
invited him to her house? He began to weigh the possibilities again. 

This time his penis helped him. It throbbed and surged down his leg. The 
heat of it against his leg made him think how nice it would be to roll it on 
those big, pretty thighs of Miss Harris'. 

He was getting hot flashes grooving on her legs. His overactive imagination 
was conjuring up all sorts of fantasies. He freaked off legs like hers: the 
thighs looked so tender, so round and fully packed. Her fleshy thighs 
indicated that her pussy was constantly smothered in them. He knew her 
drawers had to be wet. 

He moved closer to her. She pushed back into the corner of the couch. She 
looked at him in bewilderment, then came close for his kiss. It was a good 
kiss. It was a very good kiss. He was immediately hot to fuck and curious to 
feel her big tits. He wanted to see how soft they really were. He almost 
rushed it when he cupped one clumsily. 

He had to play it cool because he knew other guys had made eyes over her big 
cans. He had to come in through the back door to make sure he stayed in her 
house of pleasure. She could not help but wonder why he was not groping over 
her chest. Was not that the reason he had come tonight? 

Actually, he really did not freak out on big breasts, but he could get off 
into a trip over boobs Miss Harris' size. Her sweet breasts would be just 
that much more sugar in the pot, so to speak. 

He began to work on her in a hurry before she changed her mind. She might be 
the wishy-washy type who loved to talk themselves out of doing "nasty" 
things. 

"I shouldn't let you do this," she said. "That's one of my problems. I don't 
know how to say no. You just have to touch me and I'm all yours." Her voice 
sounded like it came from a distance, like from a well-guarded place deep 
within herself. "Is that what Bobby told you about me? That's it, he 
probably told you that I'm a pushover." 

He had learned from his dad a long time ago never to intervene when a woman 
is fighting with herself-lay back and wait. She did not want him to see how 
desperate she was to fuck. 

"Golly, you sure have nice breasts." 

"I'm glad you didn't call them tits. I hate that. But thank you. They're too 
big, though." 

She protectively dropped her right arm across her peaks. He had to prove to 
her that he was not a kid, and he came here to fuck and not horse around. He 
firmly moved the arm aside, and almost cruelly squeezed her right tit. She 
shriveled up in pleasure like a sun-dried plum. 

"Oh, Gawd, I've been waiting so long for you to do that. You just don't know 
how I dream of you, Billy Fitz." 

"Oh wow! I don't believe it. I-I never thought ... you know what I mean, I 
wanted you too. But I didn't think you wanted me in the same way as I wanted 
you." 

"Billy, don't talk, just take me. Just this once have pity on me." 

She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch. Her hands 
brazenly guided his hands over her tits. 

"Feel me. I love to have them squeezed. It feels so lovely when a man does 
it. Nothing happens when I do it." 

Again her voice was not directed to him specifically; it could have been any 
man off the street moving her blouse off her shoulders to see her 
play-pretties. 

She was genuinely embarrassed for a moment when he saw her mammoth-sized 
breasts exploding over her bra. They were a shock to his eyes. Seeing them 
that way, bubbly swells of honey mounds, turned the ballgame completely 
around. Bingo! He saw now what the other boys boasted about. Miss Harris had 
knockers so majestic that they sprung right up and kicked you in the eye! 

He just could not believe a woman could that much cleavage. The bra was a 
super designed to the last detail to hold as much as possible in. Her 
breasts had to measure a good thirty-nine inches. 

He reached back to unsnap the bra. He fumbled in the dark. She obligingly 
offered to do it. "Here, you better let me unsnap it. This damn thing is a 
bother ... " 

Her tits dropped like a flash of lightning that illuminated the room. She 
was deeply tanned and the better portion of her breasts were milky white 
topped by perky, chewy red nipples. He captured one and moved it around her 
chest. It was full and heavy, and just touching it made his penis harder 
than a rock! 

She removed the blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. She looked as if 
she was thinking: "Well, let's see where this takes us. It doesn't matter if 
he's good or not, as long as I get mine." Her lips drew thin, her eyes 
smoldered in desire. 

Her auburn hair made a beautiful halo around her sleek bronze shoulders, and 
her white breasts hung down like grapefruits, like headlights glowing in the 
dark. 

Bill felt down her legs to her center. The moment he touched her pussy she 
started to squirm. No pretense. She was a hot nymphomaniac. 

His dad had told him to always be a man. So he cleared his throat and spoke 
up. "Let's get you out of this skirt." 

She stood up. There was something sexy about the way she unzipped her skirt. 
She looked relieved to be free of it. 

He saw how pretty her ass was. Her panties were damp enough to cling to her 
buttocks. Her ample butterballs sat in them nicely. It was sexy to see how 
the material had slid up the crack of her ass. She turned around with both 
arms across her chest. 

"Where's your bedroom?" 

"Upstairs. I guess the couch would be sort of uncomfortable." 

She led the way out of the living room into the hall and up the stairs. To 
the left, straight back, was her bedroom in the rear of the house. The 
moment he walked in he felt her sexual presence. It was like being in a 
spider's web, and wanting to be there, but scared to death the pussy was 
going to be too good. 

A waterbed was against the wall under the side windows. She pulled the 
blinds to let moonlight in. 

Bill could not believe how good Miss Harris was at sucking his cock. When 
she went down, she went down! Most girls had mouthed his cock as though they 
were obligated to do so. If you had an abnormally large cock, they were 
happy to take the sting out of it so it would fit their cunts. Some girls 
would blow you off just because they did not want to fuck you. Not Miss 
Harris. She looked as though she really enjoyed eating his meat. She played 
her role of educator very well, but behind closed doors, she put the male 
first. In the privacy of her home, with nobody looking over her shoulder, 
she did not fuck around with her personal kicks. 

At first she stretched his penis along his thigh without touching the crown. 
She wanted to see just how long she could make it. She got off on king-sized 
cocks. What a surprise she must have gotten when his penis stretched to its 
full, massive size. She lurched back and looked up at him with sexy blue 
eyes, as if to say: "You should be ashamed of yourself." He became 
embarrassed. All his life he had been teased about the size of his cock. His 
buddies gave him nicknames like "Elephant Walk," "Bull," and "Tree Tops". 
And to see her stare at him as if he was a living freak threw him for a 
loop. Was he really that huge? He looked down and tried to measure his cock 
in his mind. His dick was the same length as her face from forehead to chin. 
Then a totally different look came over her face. One that might have said: 
"I'd better get into eating this cock. After all, how often does one get the 
chance to suck on a truly gigantic prick?" 

He heard her smack her lips and he shuddered as from a shock of electricity. 
Her mouth opened and he closed his eyes in anticipation. It was like a hot 
oven had captured his dickhead, hot and juicy. She put just the slightest 
pressure on his dick. She gagged it and let the goodness simmer a bit. She 
wanted to see if he liked her mouth. "You're a beautiful lady," was all he 
could say. They both waited while his dickhead surged as large as a 
good-sized apple. When the crown was as hard and sensitive as she wanted - 
she began to swish her tongue around the ridge without opening her mouth. 

He shoved it into her mouth until the tip of his prick was deep down in her 
throat. Her gentle fingers slowly pushed him back, to let him know she could 
not take deep shots too often. From that point on he knew this was going to 
be the best fucking he had ever had. She wet his crown and let it pop into 
her mouth. She got off on seeing it wiggle like an uncontrollable wild 
thing. 

She pushed his legs wider apart and settled down to really get into it. She 
grasped it with both hands and smoothed her face along the shaft. The side 
of her face was still another intensity of heat. Her beauty meant nothing in 
comparison to how she adored his penis. She did not need the make-up now, 
the hours of setting her hair. None of that mattered now. All barriers were 
down. The door was locked tight. 

She ate him as she would a lollipop, with precious pink lips that never seem 
to quit. Up and down she rubbed her face against his stock, until finally 
she licked all the way up and gorged on the crown. 

"Oh, it's good, baby. Lie down. I want it inside me." 

They climbed on the waterbed, splashing around, getting comfortable. Bill 
took a deep breath and kissed her hard. He was holding a lot of woman, her 
breasts flattened out against his chest. He kissed her neck and shoulders 
and brought his lips down to her navel. He put both hands around her thighs. 
His mouth was above her pussy and she felt his hot breath. Before she could 
encourage more, he was licking the lobes of her thighs, going from one to 
the other. At first it was titillating to her, then it became more intense 
as his wet tongue played over her clitoris. 

Her legs opened and his tongue stabbed into her pussy hole the way a cock 
would. She held his head and squirmed her hips to make her cunt juicier. She 
fucked his tongue and soon he was frantic and slurping her juices. He was 
such a dear, sweet, darling boy, so eager to please. 

"Not so hard, honey." She was jolted when he had gotten carried away and bit 
her clit. 

"Ohhhh ... I'm sorry." 

"Stick your finger in it ... twirl it around a little for me. That's it. We 
want to get it good and juicy so that big dick of yours will get in." 

He rose up and stuck his prick into her pussy. She cried out loud. Then the 
pain subsided and he was a good long way inside her vagina. A smile crossed 
her lips, having such a beautiful union, discovering that she could hold his 
entire length in her pussy. Her pussy contracted and played havoc over his 
shaft, bathing it in her hot juicy fluid. She drew her legs up and over his 
back to take more of his cock, stealing it from him by degrees, taking all 
of it, raping it of its strength, letting it drive in and out, stroking, 
burning, throbbing to be pinched in the most heavenly feminine funk 
imaginable. 

"Gawd, you sure can fuck good. Do you like me, Billy?" 

"Oh, oh, oh ... " he huffed and puffed, " ... best I ever had." 

She felt the way his body trembled, and held on with his deep intrusions. 
That sensation gave her pleasure and she reached up and kissed his ear, then 
blew into it. "Oweee, Billy. Gawd, you're so strong. I love it, I love it! 
Get all you want, sugar." 

He raised up to his knees, still keeping the fucking going. He wanted to see 
what she looked like on her back. The moment he saw her large tits rolling 
over her chest, he reached forward. He grabbed them both and began squeezing 
and shaping them into cones. The sight of their fullness made his cock surge 
with ever more strength. He was filling her now, stuffing her with his 
entire throbbing dick. She reached down and pressed hard into her belly. "I 
can feel it going all the way up here," she told him, hoping he would 
lighten up a little bit. But she had invited him over to fuck, and he did 
not care if he was ripping out her insides. He was sorry but the pussy was 
just too good to sweet-fuck. 

Still hovering above her, he brought his right hand down to tease her 
clitoris. He had done this with some of the younger girls and it drove them 
crazy. He was anxious to see what effect it would have on Miss Harris. He 
touched it and she made a squawking sound in her throat and drew up. The 
expression on her contorted face said that she had gotten her first climax. 
Her face flushed red and he felt his dick being propelled nearly out of her 
tunnel. 

"Oh ... keep your hand on my clit. I have this problem ... I cum so often 
that it pushes the penis out of me. I know that's no fun for you. But if you 
keep your hands on my clitoris it opens up my pussy more. And it doesn't 
hurt so much when you go so deep." 

He kept banging away and she shut up long enough to have another orgasm. 

"Oh wow, let me catch my breath. That second one was a goodie. I can keep 
going off like this forever and ever-" 

"I dig your tits, baby." 

"Do you? While you're fucking me like this? Does it turn you on?" She began 
to cup and squeeze them for his delight. "Okay, I don't mind, but it feels 
better when you do it. But you can't very well rub my clit and squeeze my 
tits at the same time. Aren't they monsters!" she giggled like a school girl 
and pointed a nipple at him. 

He raised both her legs higher and bent them back to her chest. He smoothed 
the sides of her shanks and gloried in her symmetry. Her pussy seemed to get 
tighter, which made his penis all the harder. 

"I'll try not to cum so much," she said. "But it's so damn good." 

"You can cum as much as you want. It doesn't bother me." And it did not, 
because he was getting his fill, hitting all her distant corners where the 
hot sensations were buried deep. 

"You don't mind?" She was surprised because most older men resented her 
having multiple orgasms. 

"That's why I am here, Miss Harris." 

"You love to fuck, like me, huh? Okay, I like it all the way in where it 
hurts. Sometimes I like to be punished-it makes me feel like I'm into my 
subservient role." Inadvertently she squealed and had another orgasm. 

He rammed it to her, again and again, harder and deeper, until she was 
nearly slobbering at the mouth, gasping for breath. He put his tongue in her 
ear and milked down her titties. 

He felt himself going off slowly and she locked her legs over his back and 
would not let him go, aware of how he was straining to hold back the 
explosion. She whupped it to him so good that he became weak-too weak not to 
let it all come down. A rush of hot, boiling semen was shooting down the 
tube of his penis. He had never in his life experienced an orgasm quite so 
soul-stirring. 

It was after two when Fran returned home from her date. She lit a joint 
downstairs before going up to bed. She turned out the hall light and went 
upstairs. There was not a light under Linda's door so she presumed that she 
had flaked out early. She went into her room and settled into bed. She 
thought about Frank before she began to drift into a nice sleep. Then she 
heard the dull splashing sound of Linda's waterbed going a mile a minute. 
She sat up and listened more carefully. Sonofa-bitch! Linda still had that 
kid in there, fucking him to death. She heard Linda moan once or twice and 
squeal loudly. She had to be getting plenty of good dick to make her cary on 
so. Usually Linda was fairly conservative in bed. Maybe Bill Fitz was the 
puppeteer who could pull Linda's string. 

Fran laid back down and masturbated herself to sleep, listening to Linda 
going off every two minutes. 

Chapter Five 

Friday morning was a bright, sunshiny day. It was a top-down day for 
sports-car enthusiasts, and Alice Jones had her top down, impatiently 
waiting for the signal light to change at the intersection of Elm and 
Arlington streets. 

"Hello there, Alice! How are you? You're looking well." 

Oh damn! That Mr. Fitz again. Oh God, how he bored her! He and all the other 
old men like him; walking, talking, hungry, sticky cocks! Sitting beside him 
was that floozie he had paid to screw. A lot of nerve this man had, parading 
a common prostitute around like she was royalty. 

"Good morning, Mr. Fitz. And how are you this bright sunny day?" 

Alice then fixed her gaze straight ahead to discourage any further 
conversation. Then the traffic moved forward and Fitz was right alongside of 
her in his convertible. 

She went down through the gears and zoomed ahead onto the highway. She tried 
to relax and enjoy the day. The beach would be beautiful this morning. She 
had woke up with a burn that was hotter than fire in her pussy. She just had 
to get out of the house. Okay, so she was out of the house, but where did an 
older woman go to get screwed? 

This morning while dressing she had admired her reflection in the mirror and 
asked herself: "Why do you let yourself suffer so?" Her eyes darted to the 
mirror and swept over her luscious body. She examined every inch of herself 
and concluded that she was not a bad-looking woman. 

She would have been very pretty had it not been for the horn-rimmed glasses 
she wore. She very seldom used any makeup because she believed in natural 
beauty. Her hair style could be changed, she would agree to that. It was 
sort of droopy and stringy and she wore it pulled back into pigtails on the 
side. But the ash-blonde color went well with her deep, tan complexion. Her 
bustline stood out magnificently and gave her bodice a sharp line. 

The rest of her molded down to shapely hips and ample, sloping buttocks. 
They were firm enough and nicely proportioned to make the whole picture 
quite exciting to see! She had always had a weight problem and dieted often. 
The extra pounds seemed to center around her buttocks and the backs of her 
thighs; the abundance made her feel uncomfortable, but the added weight 
turned men on. She knew this because when she wore her shorts, men would 
take a second look at her. It built her ego and she thought "why not excite 
a little?" She was healthy and her sexual appetite could certainly handle 
anything that came along in the form of a cock. 

Alice pulled her car up in the beach parking lot. She thought she would try 
a new stretch of beach today. She usually came down to the ocean every sunny 
day; it was not a long drive from Marinda. She could not shake the feeling 
of time passing because she was so much older than most of the girls there. 

What the hell, she had a right too. These young bitches could not hog all 
the cocks for themselves. Besides, with her sunglasses on there was no way 
of telling how old she was. 

Alice lay on her back and let the sun's rays sink into her body. She leaned 
forward to check out the scene. Her dark shades gave her a clear vision 
against the sun. 

"Hey, pardon me, lady," a wisp of a voice called to Alice. 

Alice sat up and looked behind her. Just coming down the slope were six 
young people. She was shocked to see that they were all naked as jaybirds! 

"Sorry. We didn't mean to frighten you, but you're on private property. This 
stretch of beach is restricted to nude bathers only." 

It took a little while for Alice to fully understand what was happening. 
Simultaneously she tried to see each of the six kids. There were two boys 
and four girls. 

The girl who spoke to her was a cute little package with dark hair and 
almond eyes. She was by far the sexiest of the group. Next to her stood a 
husky redheaded kid. On his arms were a brunette and a sultry, long-haired 
blonde. The other boy was a tall, bearded lad; he too had red hair. He had 
his arms around a tall, slender, velvet-black girl. Her body had an oily 
sheen and she looked sculptured, having the form and figure of a slinky 
tigress. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see any signs-wow, I thought I had found myself a 
paradise," Alice embarrassingly explained. 

"No, you're not doing any harm. You're welcome to stay if you like," said 
the sultry blonde. 

Alice got the impression that the blonde was the one all these guys were 
fucking. She looked like a gang banger who loved every moment of it. 
Everything about her was phony. The blonde hair hung over one side of her 
face to give her that half-hidden look. She looked too tender between her 
thighs, and Alice knew that she balled a lot. Take away the hair and the 
dark eyelashes and she would not be so hot, but Alice could see how a man 
would enjoy sticking a thick pud into her ass! 

"Our buddy's father owns this beach and we're having a forum here today." 

"Oh," Alice said, wondering what she had gotten herself into. "Are you 
absolutely sure I won't disturb your fun if I stay? I don't have to take off 
my clothes do I?" 

The brunette shifted her weight and her tits distorted. "No, you can leave 
them on." Her hand went to her hip as she arched it. "That is, if you're 
afraid." 

They went off down the beach a ways and began to frolic in the surf. 

The sun was getting hotter and she was nearly roasted. Alice sprang up and 
looked around her. There were more people on the beach now, drinking beer, 
roasting hot dogs, singing, and running about nude. She blinked. A couple of 
the fellows were passing out joints and Alice assumed they were all high. 

To her left, downhill, there was a couple sitting together in the sand. The 
girl was an elegant, sweet-looking creature with long, black hair. She did 
not have much of a bosom and her frame was long and slender. She was sitting 
between the boy's legs with her back to him. The boy was extremely hairy and 
he sported a handlebar moustache. He began hunching his penis into her ass. 
Alice could not believe her eyes and looked closer. There was a strange look 
on the boy's face as he dry-fucked the girl's back. 

Directly in front were three more youths, two boys and a skinny little girl. 
She was leaning back across one boy's lap with her legs stretched open 
toward a short, stocky boy hovering over her. Both boys began to feel her up 
while she giggled and fought off the passionate tickles. 

There were all kinds of things going on around Alice. She wanted to take 
off, but she did not want to appear prudish. She pretended to be enjoying 
the sun for a couple of minutes. Besides, the other half of her wanted to 
see someone get fucked. 

A handsome lad walked past her. He smiled and she sheepishly grinned up at 
him. Curiously she let her eyes follow him as he joined the party-looking 
back once. 

The girls were running about laughing, pouring sand from a wine bottle over 
all the naked bodies. The little brunette stood over the handsome lad and 
poured sand over his penis! Alice sat up to see better. Wow! What a scene 
this was turning into, she thought. Look how horny that kid is making all 
those young girls. Wow, they can't take their eyes off his cock. It's as if 
they are hypnotized by it. Ohhh ... but what a lot of meat! Look how long 
his dong is, wiggling around, flopping from one leg to the other. 

The boy leaped up and shook the sand from his body. Alice's eyes lay fixed 
on that long thing hanging between his legs. Then she saw him look at her. 
Oh! He was coming to pester her. What must she do now? She did not 
particularly want to talk to a boy as young as he. 

As he came toward her she gave him a quick once-over. It was hard to tell 
who was getting the bigger thrill. But she would not let her eyes look down 
at his penis, although she was dying to see it close up. He was almost there 
and for some reason she was really getting scared. 

The boy stopped at her feet. "Howya' doin'? My name's Mike." 

Alice did not know what to say and she suddenly felt terribly naked. The 
small strips of her bikini were not covering much of her. 

"Hello, Mike. I'm doing fine, thank you." 

The sunny weather made her feel too sexy and there were hot sensations 
gurgling up in the depths of her vagina. 

"What's your name?" She heard him ask, and her breasts felt as though they 
were going to burst, absorbing the sun and being looked upon. She was 
certain Mike had noticed how oddly she was behaving. Damn it! What an eyeful 
he was getting looking down into her bra. 

"Oh ... my name is Alice." She raised up and quickly yanked up her top. 
While she adjusted it, her tonnage of soft mounds quivered and bounced 
around. If Mike had not gotten an eyeful before, he was getting it now. 

"I saw you sitting here alone. May I join you?" 

In a fleeting glance she caught sight of his naked lower body. Her eyes 
sparkled examining his muscular legs and his penis. She fluttered her 
lashes, breaking her concentration. Subconsciously she had thought of her 
husband and compared him to the youngster. 

She did not answer his question, and Mike dropped down on his knees before 
her. She saw him slyly gawk at her titties where they pushed out of the 
small halter. 

"No, I don't mind, but I was just about to go in for a swim." It was a 
flimsy excuse to get away from him, but the best she could think of. She had 
not really wanted to go in that awful cold water; all she wanted was a tan 
and serenity. 

"Don't think I've ever seen you around before," Mike said, visually 
exploring the pout of her femininity swelling out against the crotch of her 
briefs. He figured that the sun was making her a little horny; everybody 
knew that was why all these chicks came down to the beach. Shit, they did 
not really care about the sun. Women were natural-born exhibitionists, 
especially the younger ones. They wanted some guy to look at their pussies 
and tell them how pretty they were. The best way to do that Was to get 
half-naked, or naked. 

Alice was a bit old but if she was feeling her oats, he might get lucky. She 
was the kind of woman you wanted to take a lot of time with, to tease her 
because she thought she was hot shit. He could see that the bitch cared a 
lot about herself. Her tan was too dark, which meant she enjoyed showing off 
her voluptuous body. She had too much of everything. The Coke-bottle shape, 
the big tits, a seductress in the disguise of a sexbomb! Whenever he saw an 
older woman prancing around and trying to be young again, he made a beeline 
for her. Most fellas saw them as being unapproachable ... but he saw it as 
the woman having a pussy so hot that she had to show everybody. Her only 
defense against getting raped was to show the cold, unapproachable front. 
Not only that, but the more they said no, the harder his cock got. He did 
not mind proving to a bitch his reasons for wanting to fuck her-she at least 
deserved that much, considering the fuck he was going to give her. 

"No, I've never been here before. In fact, I didn't know it was a private 
beach," she said annoyedly, noticing he was taking full advantage of his 
position. He was looking straight up between her legs. 

"Yeah. It's beautiful, isn't it? A buddy of mine owns the place. You should 
see the inside of his pad up there on the cliff. It's really fancy and he's 
got all these psychedelic decorations. During his summer vacation he comes 
down here and gives parties. I think his old man is a millionaire. Really 
groovy, huh?" 

He was not getting through to her, but he had to warm her up. Then he saw 
the gold band on her left hand. "Are you married?" He let it slip and his 
tone was one of disappointment. 

"You certainly ask a lot of questions, don't you?" 

"Well, are you? How old are you anyway?" 

Alice let her face go blank and she sat up straighter. She raised up on her 
knees and brushed the sand off her arms. She dropped her head to one side 
and snarled her nose in the snobbish, typical suburbanite fashion; one that 
is used to getting rid of cockhounds. The whole gesture made him want to 
screw her all the more. He promised himself if he got that lucky he would 
make her jump on his dick. 

"You should never ask questions of a woman," she said with a husky voice. 
"Excuse me, but I think I'll go in for a swim. Then I must be going." 

She thought about how cold the water would be. But the kid was making her 
uncomfortable and too self-conscious. It was different-sitting and chatting 
with a naked male. What would her husband say if he could see her now? 

She stood up and immediately pulled the bikini down to cover her fanny. It 
was nearly impossible, she realized, now that the boy was there gawking at 
her. 

"Well, listen,"-time was running out for his play-"why don't you give me 
your phone number? Or better yet, stick around for a while if you have no 
place to go." 

"No thank you," she replied, as coldly as she knew how. "You see, I do have 
some place to go." 

"Well, whatever's right-" He looked down at her openly now, wanting her to 
see how much he wanted to fuck her. His hands absentmindedly scratched his 
penis; it moved and wiggled about. Their eyes locked. She looked away toward 
the horizon. 

She took her first step with weakening knees, knowing how much there was of 
her exposed to his scrutinizing stare. 

Mike looked at the bikini cutting into her fleshy, juicy, deeply tanned 
thighs. Her buttocks were practically spilling out of the bottom and 
quivering like mad. After she had adjusted her bottoms over her ass for the 
first time, she made no further attempt to keep it from pulling up again. 
Now the back of her bikini had risen over her cheeks and pulled up into her 
crack! He could see where she had changed bathing suits. The tender 
whiteness of her cottontail outlined her ass. That made it all the more 
exciting, knowing that at first she had been afraid to reveal very much of 
her ass. Then as she must have gotten homier, she became more daring, and 
adorned herself with the shoestring bikini. 

His penis thudded against his leg. 

She turned and looked down at him as if asking, "Have you gotten your eyeful 
yet?" No matter how frightened she may be, she knew she had a fabulous body. 

"Well ... see you later." He lay back on his elbow and watched Alice tiptoe 
through the burning sand, moving around the group of kids near the water. A 
couple of the cats sat up and took notice, and a lot of heads turned, 
following Alice into the surf. 

Yeah, yeah! He had to try at the pretty pussy once again. He was going to 
sit right there and get himself together. There must be away of keeping her 
here. 

He was still there, lying beside Alice's beach bag and towel, when she came 
out of the surf. "Did you enjoy your swim? Pretty cold, wasn't it?" he 
asked, flat on his back, looking up at her, his legs crossed, his penis as 
stiff as a board and pointing skyward. She saw it in a series of flashes, 
wanting to, and not wanting to. 

Alice thought: "Oh, I know what you are after, youngster. You are very nice, 
but not today. Besides, kid, you don't really expect me to take on a cock 
like yours, do you? Let me get the hell out of here because there's no 
telling what these hippie kids will do!" 

She quickly began to gather up her things. 

A smile crossed Mike's face. He was digging her reactions. She pretended to 
be a little shy because of her paper-thin bikini was soaked. It was not 
concealing anything now and he could see her cunthairs. 

She started to leave. "Well, good-bye." 

He leaped to his feet and caught up with her. "Say, listen, why don't you 
stick around and join the party? We're all good people, and you're very 
welcome." 

She walked just a little a head of Mike-her ass shaking violently, outlined 
clearly by the saturated bikini. She looked back and resented his admiring 
her luscious body. 

"No thank you." 

They reached the top of the hill and the beach house was to their right. It 
was at this point he had planned to stop her and talk her into having a 
drink with him. But Alice was not giving him time to make a pitch. She was 
at her car before he could catch up with her. 

"I really do have to go now. Some other time maybe ... " 

"Tomorrow?" 

She stared him straight in the eyes. "I can't say about tomorrow." She 
removed his hand from the car door and opened it. 

"Why can't you?" 

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice. I'm a married woman and I don't think my 
husband would like it. Would you like for your wife to-" 

"Bring your husband along. I just want to get to know you." 

She sincerely wanted to believe what he said. "No, I'm sorry." She climbed 
in and tried not to see him. 

Mike leaned over and peered down at her breasts. The halter was wet and her 
tits were so big that they overpowered him. "Hey, look, if you change your 
mind, come down tomorrow morning. I'll be here. I don't have a girl and I'm 
here alone." 

Alice rudely drove off. 

Alice arrived home before her husband. She showered and put on comfortable 
jeans and a tee shirt. It was not exactly the most glamorous way to greet 
your husband at the door. 

"Hi dear, how did it go today?" 

"What's for dinner, Alice?" 

The dinner was eaten in silence. George knew there was something about Alice 
tonight but he was exhausted. It was best to let her go off into her little 
mind once in a while. 

"Oh, by the way, did you make up your mind about going to Fitz's for the 
weekend?" she asked. "I promised to give him our answer by tomorrow. I heard 
it was going to be quite nice. What shall I tell him?" 

"Oh, I don't think so. Maybe you should go without me." 

"That is definitely out, thank you. I'd rather stay home." She got up from 
the table and began clearing away the dishes. 

"Gawdammit, Alice! Aren't you wearing your jeans a little too tight?" 

"They are very comfortable while doing housework. And since when did you 
start to notice? I didn't think you gave a damn." 

"Comfort is one thing but I don't want you showing off your ass!" 

"I hear it turns real men on." She was going to wash the dishes, but the 
hell with it. She would do them in the morning. What she needed was some 
grass or a drink. She left the kitchen and went out into the living room. 
George followed behind, bewildered. 

"Hey, what's the matter, honey? Did I upset you?" 

She flopped down on the couch. "When don't you upset me? I'm bored to tears, 
that's what!" 

"Bored? Hell, you have everything. I don't understand it. Hell, a man works 
his nuts off trying to pamper a woman and all she does is complain about how 
little attention is paid to her soppy cunt-hole. How do you think I pay for 
this house? I'm getting pretty fed up with your whining like a damn child. 
You don't appreciate a damn thing I do." 

"Ohhhh, fuck off. Who the hell do you think you are? I have my own money, 
you bum. All I have to do is ask Mother and she would give me enough to live 
very well, certainly bettor than in this dreary mausoleum." 

"Oh, look, honey, let's talk this thing over, huh?" 

He moved to touch her and she got up and turned on the television. "Here's 
your seven o'clock news report. You don't want to miss that, I know," she 
said sarcastically. 

"Don't be that way, Alice. What's bugging you?" His heart rushed into his 
throat at the sight of her breasts quivering underneath her tee shirt. He 
had known what a nymphomaniac Alice was before he married her. She had 
always been in a state of unquenchable sexual hunger. 

His penis was getting hard and he wanted to at least rub it against her 
body. He tried to embrace her. Alice stood perfectly still. He grabbed for 
her tits as he had been wanting to do all evening. 

"Why don't we go up to bed early before the kids get home?" 

"No, I don't think so ... not tonight." 

"What's so different about tonight?" He played between her legs and teased 
her clitoris. No reaction. She was cold as ice cubes. 

"I'm not kidding." She pulled her pussy away from him. He snatched her 
closer and took a firm hold, grasping her tits and churning them around. 

"Please don't," she said weakly, twisting away from him. 

This time he tried to go down inside the front of her jeans. Alice bolted 
with trembling legs and squatted so he could not. They struggled and soon he 
had torn off her blouse. Her breasts were like hot, tasty peaches mixed with 
whipped cream. They rose up, impatient to be tongued. She put her arms 
around his neck and pulled his head down toward her tits. He began to chew 
her nipples, then lick under them, just where the softness swelled heaviest. 

He licked faster as Alice panted heavily. She cried out so loudly that he 
thought she was going to disturb the neighbors. Her thighs gapped open when 
his lips reached her navel. 

"I hate these damn pants! I don't see why women have to wear them," he 
grumbled as the tried to get them down. Once they were off he pulled her 
down to the floor. Her pussy was exposed to him now, pouting, parting, moist 
with her building passion. He wanted to kiss her cunt but he would save that 
for last. 

He turned her over and kissed the bend of her knees. He licked all the way 
down to her trim ankles. He pulled one foot up to his mouth and lapped in 
between her toes. He wanted to make sure she was good and hot so he could 
drive a stiff cock into her. 

From her toes he licked up along her legs until he reached the backs of her 
thighs. He saw her beautifully formed buttocks, shaking and distorting into 
mounds of hilly, feathery softness. He slowly extended his tongue downward 
to draw out all the fire stored in his wife's volcano. He began to chew her 
flesh and went lower into her valley. 

Suddenly Alice revolted and tried to push him away. He was stronger and held 
her down. He went on kissing her, while forcing her legs to a spread-eagle 
position. He chewed on her clitoris and made it stand stiff as any cock. He 
was slowly hypnotizing himself, psyching himself up to give this beautiful 
witch the grandest time ever. 

She angrily wrestled free and folded her arms defiantly. '"Now ... what 
about Fitz's party?" she asked in a tone of finality. "Do you want to go or 
not?" 

Chapter Six 

To Alice's surprise, the beach was empty the next morning. She got out of 
her car and looked around. Everyone must be inside the beach house. 

She pulled her skirt on over her bikini and walked up to the house. Before 
she reached the front porch, a voice called to her. She saw the dark-eyed 
brunette standing behind the screen door. 

"Well, good morning. Aren't you the lady who was here yesterday?" 

"Yes, yes ... I wanted to ask you if I could use the beach again. It's such 
a beautiful place and if you don't mind-" 

"Of course not. You didn't have to ask. Hey, come on in and meet some of the 
gang. They're all a little stoned right now ... we sure had a ball last 
night. Come on in." 

"I don't know ... I wanted to get some sun." 

"Don't be silly." The brunette came out onto the porch and ushered Alice 
inside the house. 

The house was more massive than she had thought. It had a high ceiling and 
at least seven bedrooms upstairs. The living room was monstrous and bare. A 
couple lay sprawled over a mattress on the floor. A stereo blasted from one 
corner. At the end of the hallway she could see more couples in the kitchen 
smoking pot. She did not see Mike. Then she heard his voice. 

"Morning," he said, coming down the hall to greet her. There was a 
good-looking blond boy beside him. 

"Oh ... hi there! I didn't mean to bother anyone. I was just asking this 
young lady if I could use the beach again." 

"Yeah, well meet the owner of the place. Rod Peters." 

Rod was puffing away on a joint and went right past Alice. "Groovy, baby ... 
make yourself at home." 

Soon Alice was caught up in all that was happening around her. A young black 
girl named Dedee was kissing the handsome red-headed fellow. Alice watched 
through the fog of pot smoke as his mouth fastened over Dedee's, and their 
tongues did mysterious wonders while his huge hands searched and explored 
her body. 

These young men's approach to sex was different than she had expected. Their 
method of getting a girl to screw was new to her. In fact, Mike had 
completely faked her out. She had not thought sex was on his mind from the 
way he had acted at first. Pretty soon, Mike and some other kids were trying 
to show her how to take a hit. But she kept coughing and nearly gagging, 
really wasting their good grass. Mike was very patient with her though, and 
finally taught her how to inhale without losing the pot. In no time at all, 
she was beginning to get stoned. 

A weird psychedelic record was playing and soon Alice was glassily 
listening. Everything seemed, different. She was dancing at eleven o'clock 
in the morning. Mike had taken her in his arms and began to dance dreamily, 
seeing it as an opportunity to feel her body. She let him rub his penis on 
her thighs. It was hard and long, and fitted perfectly against her cunt. She 
knew how badly he wanted to fuck her. It seemed as if he had gone days 
without having any pussy, waiting for just the right woman. He kissed her, 
his penis throbbing as his finger slid under her briefs and into her tunnel. 
She did not mind, she was at last sharing something with someone. 

"I was hoping you'd come back this morning," he whispered. "You really blew 
my mind yesterday. I even dreamed about you." 

"Oh, come on now. You must be joking. That's awfully nice to hear, but I 
don't believe you. Why should you think of me? I'm just like everybody else, 
aren't I?" 

"A lot more." 

"I think I'd better sit down now. If you don't mind ... " 

"I don't mind." 

The rest of the kids were sitting in a group on the floor so Alice joined 
them. A girl sat directly in front of her, legs crossed under her, her skirt 
not hiding much. She was a cute girl, long hair down to her shoulders; 
reminding Alice of her baby sister. The girl gave Alice a big, pretty smile, 
then put her index finger in her mouth and sucked it. She uncrossed her 
legs, brought her knees up and rested her chin on them. Her skirt slid down 
around her thighs, exposing her opening in full sight. She sat tauntingly 
cute, her slender legs and thighs all curled up as she exposed her cunt. No 
panties. Just Then slowly, everyone started moving about, some embracing 
each other, some beginning to dance. Two couples sat on the couch really 
going at it. Soon some of the girls were starting to take off their clothes. 

Dedee and John came together in the center of the circle, the sunlight 
through the window shining upon their naked bodies. A hush fell and one kid 
turned off the stereo. John was tall and lean with red hair covering his 
muscular body. Alice was disappointed that his penis was not bigger. 

Dedee had a sexy, smooth brown body, with narrow, soft buttocks. Her breasts 
were about the size of apples but had big hard nipples. The thing that 
turned Alice on most was Dedee's pubic area. She had never seen a female 
with that much hair before. It grew all the way up to her navel-long and 
curly at the top and bunching into a thick, dark nest at the bottom. 

Dedee appeared small beside John's tall, white body. Alice was envious of 
Dedee's ample, curving, spongy, black flesh and the thighs that looked like 
circular pillars. Alice could not stop gazing at her thick pussy hair as 
John's knee rolled up slowly between her thighs. His hands slid exploringly 
over her body. He held her cheeks, slowly savoring the stupendous spheres. 
From the way Dee squirmed, it looked as if John was fingerfucking her in the 
wrong hole. 

She pulled out his prick. Alice's heart thundered as she saw his prick 
swell. Oh, what a good fuck Dedee was going to get! 

He laid her down on the floor, paused to gaze on her sumptuous brown body, 
then laid on top of her, easing his penis into her pussy. Dedee closed her 
eyes and held tightly to his shoulders. Her titties stood erect like high, 
dark mountains. John shoved his full length into her hot pussy. She 
enthusiastically locked her legs over his back. Everyone in the room heard 
the juicy sound of Dedee's cunt as it sucked in his dick. 

Alice held her breath. With her legs up, Dedee was an easy target for John's 
deep thrusts. She could be badly damaged if he socked it to her just right. 
That kind of fucking was for an older woman like herself, who could handle 
the roughhousing. Alice wriggled anxiously, awaiting the connection. The tip 
of his penis must have touched Dedee's cervix because she bit her lips with 
almost unbearable discomfort. 

Alice, stoned, felt her face flush red and perspiration form as Dedee was 
squealing, kicking, and biting John. He plunged his cock deeper, and she 
screamed out, "Give me all that good dick! Owee, baby, get down in it. Play 
in Momma's pussy and pretended like you's drivin' yo' car ... you know how 
to get. Shift them gears-rev up my motor. Make yo' dick get rubber in my 
pussy!" 

Alice felt chills swelling over her, faintly aware of Mike putting his arm 
around her. He cupped her tits, twisting, bring them to a slight sensation 
of agony. She felt the warm air on her legs as he lifted her skirt. In spite 
of herself, she spread them open to make it easy for him. He pulled her 
bikini down just low enough to get his hand inside her crotch. One finger 
came into her vagina and tickled. She trembled so violently she had to rest 
her weight against his cock. 

When she opened her eyes, John's penis was dangling in Dedee's pretty face. 
Dedee gazed at it eagerly, lovingly, ready to please him and to suck out the 
wonderful juices. Alice heard Dedee gasp. She trembled more waiting for 
Dedee's lips to kiss over John's taut muscles to the pit of his stomach. 

"Oh," Alice whispered, as she froze from the heat of Mike's strumming her 
cunt. Dedee was nearer to John's beautiful, long white cock-her lips moist 
as if to take the first bite of a lollipop! 

Mike gave Alice another hit on the joint. It felt strange to be a part of 
this daylight orgy. He sensed how horny she must be. And no man but her 
husband had ever held her this close. She could feel Mike's slimy cock on 
her legs. It was hard as steel! It was so groovy and the pot intensified 
everything. 

"How do you feel, lady? Stoned?" Mike asked. 

"I really think so. I don't know but this is all so very weird." She wanted 
to have this boy put his prick in her pussy-that was all she was aware of. 

Mike was all over her body. He could not keep his hands in one place, there 
was so much of her to enjoy. He pulled the skirt off. His hands felt good on 
her naked body. Then she felt her bottoms come down and off her hips. Now he 
could see the sexy growth of pussy hair. Alice was in her glory, happy that 
this youngster found her appealing. She might be a housewife with kids, but 
she still had a few aces up her sleeve. She had the necessary hot cunt to 
make this boy go. 

He opened his fly and struggled with his penis, and it finally came plopping 
out against her stomach. She melted down along his legs and kissed his skin 
until her chin touched his penis. Then she felt his cock sliding all around 
her neck ... it felt so damn hot. She twisted her breasts forward and they 
bathed his phallus in softness. She opened her eyes to make sure it was all 
real. When a penis this nice and long challenged her womanhood, she had to 
take the dare. 

She kissed his stomach. His muscles rippled. She thought of herself as a 
kitten, and used the flat of her tongue to lick down the shaft of his dick. 
She put her hands on his hips and nudged him back a little, to see how far 
his cock would stand out. It was like a long hose, rising and falling to 
stand straight like an arrow. She dragged her tongue over it, becoming so 
weak she had to sit down. 

A boy had been watching Alice and Mike. When they moved to the couch, the 
boy followed and stood to the side of them. Alice had turned him on, and he 
began to masturbate, watching everything she was doing. Alice saw the boy 
beating his meat, hot enough to explode. Her eyes quickly scanned the other 
boys in the room, wondering if she might dare hope to suck all of their 
cocks. Would the girls think she was too much of a piggy? Would they resent 
her being so much older? She did not think so, they did not seem to be 
selfish people. It was as though they were making her the star of the show, 
eager to watch and learn, but mostly getting turned on and enjoying it. 

Mike stepped up to her face, wanting his cock sucked more. He held her head 
in both hands and shoved his cock into her mouth. Alice gasped and slowly 
pulled it out of her mouth. Then she smiled at his prick sexily. She 
massaged his testicles and a huge drop of cum squeezed out. She immediately 
slurped it into her mouth. Oh fuck, this kid had good, salty juice. His 
semen had not been homogenized yet. 

They all saw that Alice did have a tremendous need to suck his cock. She was 
like the stranger who came begging for a meal and it turned out to be a big, 
long, tender peter. 

She did not care what they thought of her now. While she sucked his penis, 
she took a handful of her cunt and fucked herself. He kissed her once more, 
wanting her so hot that she could not stand on her own two feet. He shot his 
tongue down her throat, clashing, with her tongue. They were stretched out 
on the couch, humping a mile a minute! Her hot milky thighs around his 
stomach were getting to him. A trickle of moisture seeping from her forest 
oozed against his navel. He shuddered and cringed with joy and moved down 
until his dick was pressed hard against her clitoris. He knew that most 
women went crazy when you fucked their clits for a long while. She whimpered 
and scratched and bit his ear. 

He raised up and slid his cockhead up and down along her clitoris. Alice did 
not dare move for fear of his meat slipping elsewhere ... and it was just 
where she wanted it. The lower he knelt, the more she got. 

Then he braced himself and let her wiggle on his cock-just like it was a 
long pole and she was swinging on it. Back and forth, up and down, circling, 
hunching, and fucking at side angles. He jerked himself up and made her miss 
her next stroke. 

"Don't tease me, baby," she told him. 

He gave her less and it drove her nearly out of her mind. Then he bore down 
and fucked like crazy. He started fucking so fast that all she had to do was 
to hold still and let him get it. She came right away, and still held on to 
get another one. It was marvelous as long as she could lay back and pick her 
time, while he had not got his yet. 

He always got so excited when he screwed older women. He turned her over and 
opened up her legs. She raised up to question what he was going to do next. 
He patted her ass and squeezed her cheeks into cones. About that time the 
boy standing up, beating his meat, gave out with a loud groan. Everyone in 
the room froze to look at him. He was just about to explode, holding on to 
his shaft with both hands. When he shot off he pointed his cock at Alice's 
backside. 

The boy's cum splattered over her buttocks. A blonde girl came out of the 
group and spread her hands over the juice. She smoothed it all around 
Alice's ass, then rubbed her face in it. Mike, hypnotized for a moment, 
pushed the little blonde girl away. 

He got his mind back on what he was doing. He held Alice's hips and put her 
in the right position. Suddenly she was wiggling and trying to show him 
where the right hole was. Mike was thinking about how best to fuck her good 
enough to make her want to come back for more. So he substituted his finger 
where he had been testing with his cock. It took Alice totally by surprise 
and she bolted wildly. 

He fucked his dick into her asshole. Alice, being an experienced woman, took 
his fat pud in one easy thrust. His strokes were gritty and burned her 
asstrack every time she humped up for it. He had something hard and stiff 
waiting for her. Mike felt like a man with a long cockshaft sitting astride 
a filly's rump, fucking the shit out of her while she galloped, trotted, 
cantered, leaped and fucked back. From that point on, it was all easy shots. 

Linda Harris was awakened by a pinging sound on her bedroom window. She got 
out of bed and went out into the balcony and looked below into the garden. 
She saw Billy Fitz looking for more pebbles to throw. 

"Billy ... what's wrong? Do you know what time it is? It's three o'clock in 
the morning." She whispered down to him. 

"I know ... I have to talk to you, Miss Harris." 

Billy climbed up a tree and leaped onto her balcony. He caught his breath 
and staggered drunkenly. He saw how little of her body the gown Linda was 
wearing covered. She was a shimmering, exquisite picture standing there in 
the moonlight. He could see her dark nipples through the thin material. 

"You better come inside before the neighbors see you." She pulled him inside 
and warned him to be quiet; her roommate had company. 

"I'm sorry to come barging in here, but I had no place else to go. I guess 
you heard by now that I lost the match this afternoon. My opponent beat me 
6-0, 6-4. Everybody is down on me, and I let the team down ... and, and ... 
" 

"Billy, get a hold of yourself. Just take it easy. It's no sin to lose a 
match once in a while. Well, you know what I mean. But that's certainly no 
reason for you to get yourself stinking drunk. Are you driving?" 

"Yes ma'am, but I wanted to see you," he reached for her, "... you are the 
very, most beautiful-beautiful woman I've ever seen. You fucked me so good 
... I just had to come back-" 

"Listen, Billy. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I like you an awful 
lot," she made her voice sweeter, "but you can't make this a habit. I would 
lose my job at the school if someone saw you here at this hour. You know how 
these old windbags gossip." 

"Quit the damn job! You could marry me. I have some money-no, I have lots of 
money. My dad is wealthy. You know what I mean, Teach? Fuck me and I'll give 
you all my money ... " 

"Sweetheart, you're drunk ... " 

"I may be, but I can still be a man for you." He staggered back and fumbled 
at his fly, then snatched out his penis. "See-see how hard you made it." 

"I did that?" 

"T-that's why I lost the tennis match today. I kept thinking about how good 
you balled me. I wanted to-to come over here and stick it in your 
beautiful-I mean, beautiful pussy." 

"Keep your voice down. I told you my roommate has company; her boyfriend is 
staying over. And you have to get out of here. I must be firm. I don't want 
to have this kind of relationship with you. I don't want you sneaking around 
in the middle of the night, climbing over my balcony." 

The sparkle went out of his eyes and he fell against the curtains. She 
caught him and held him up. 

"Look, Teacher ... see ... see how hard my dick is. It wants to fuck 
you-wants to go deep inside you like last time. Please don't let it hurt any 
more." 

"Billy, this is so unfair of you to come here this way." 

It was no sense trying to communicate with him. She heard the banging from 
Frank and Fran's fucking. It stirred her pussy and suddenly she realized 
that it was going to be difficult to go back to sleep without something 
relaxing. Any time she heard fucking in the next room it made her horny and 
bitchy-when right here before her was a virgin cock that was aching for 
anything she wanted to do with it. 

"Come here, Billy ... " she whispered, and brought him to the bed. 

Billy tripped over the rug. 

"Shhh," she hissed, smoothing out the bedcovers. 

She laid him on his back, then crawled up alongside his legs and spread his 
fly open. Billy's cock shot up like a submarine, a big, round, thick cock. 
She was immediately down on it, taking it all in her mouth. While she sucked 
it she moved her arms over his legs, savoring the masculine smell of his 
sweaty body. She removed her mouth and shook his cock out with one fist; it 
flagged and slung drops of cum from his tube. She gave him one hard suck and 
he shot his load! 

He fell back into another world. Linda fought her conscience for a fleeting 
moment. She raised her gown over her head and straddled his body. She slid 
up to his face and projected her cunt down at his mouth. It seemed so unfair 
to make him suck her pussy while he was so drunk. But he liked her, and had 
he been in his right mind, he would still have done it for her. Anyway, he 
was just a boy and would not know the difference. 

"Billy ... I'm going to give you something real good, okay?" 

Chapter Seven 

It seemed to Fran that Frank had been inside her pussy for more than an 
hour-taking his time, getting his strokes just so to draw out the best of 
her. There was a funky record playing on the stereo. It was Frank's favorite 
recording to fuck Fran by. When he got into the music, he did not miss a 
beat. She opened her legs and let him do his thing. The fucking was too good 
to think of anything else; she did not need her sexual fantasies to help her 
reach a climax. It was sheer, funky fucking tonight. She opened her mind and 
let her senses drift in their own directions, wherever Frank's big cock 
pierced her pussy, and the sensation was good, so thrilling that his heavy 
humping into her cunt hole made her toes curl. 

Frank laid his big dick deep into the right corner of her cunt. He seemed to 
enjoy that side of her cunt more than the left. She had often thought to ask 
him about that. But after her climax, it didn't seem important. She loved it 
when he had just about fucked out and he had to be still to keep from going 
off. Then it was her turn to play on his shaft. It gave her the chance to 
measure it, while the sleeping giant of a phallus lay dormant, erect 
throbbing with his heartbeat. She had always wanted to see just how far up 
her pussy his penis could go. Frank had a monstrous long cock and when she 
had first met Frank, he had told her he was heavy in the dick department. 
"Baby, if you're looking for a big dong, I got it!" It had taken Fran a long 
time but she had finally learned to cope with his big dick beautifully, so, 
when he was deep in her cunt, holding on, it was an excellent opportunity to 
experiment and make it good as possible. 

She loved to tease his prick, knowing that he did not dare move for fear of 
blowing his wad. She had to admit that Frank had excellent muscle control. 
He had been afraid of knocking up some chick when he was younger, so he 
never shot off in a cunt-hole. It was one of the things that made his 
fucking so wonderfully good to her. Frank really did know what to do with a 
pussy. He was sometimes cruel and greedy with his cock, but when he hit the 
right spot, inside her vagina, he pinpointed that spot to make her enjoy it 
all the more. There was no way he would let her permit her to cheat during 
the funky fucking. When she groaned, he went full force and buried his 
cockflesh to the hilt in her, and then went after the sensation that had 
caused her to moan. When he had her on the ropes, he zeroed in until there 
was nothing left but a series of orgasms. He almost had his love techniques 
down to a science, in that he was very sensitive to what made her feel best 
while they were balling. 

It was extra good to Fran because she knew that Frank knew that she had a 
hot soupy pussy, and that she would fuck every night of the week, if she 
could. Fucking did not mean just going through the motion of dickshaft in 
cuntmaw, up and down, in and out-shoot off and then roll over and say 
goodnight. And not just a fuck that would see her through the week. But each 
time they climbed into bed they loved each other as if it was the last night 
on earth. Frank did not bullshit around. When he asked to screw her, he 
meant just that. 

Even now, as he hovered above her listening to the music, she felt as though 
there was more than one man fucking her. Frank was not only fucking for 
himself, but also for the man who wrote the music, the orchestra, and the 
recording crew. When the music was accented on the downbeat, he would plunge 
to her pussy's depth with a stiff motion. If the tempo was fast and jerky, 
he would jerk his cock in and out in time with the music. When there was a 
break, he would stop, pause and begin fucking again on the downbeat. It 
drove her wild and she would lie back and let him play his soul inside her 
twat. 

Tonight his huge, lovely root felt hotter than ever! It made her feel good 
to know that his cock was ready to explode, but he still chose to hang on 
and stay deep in her until she climaxed with him. Frank was sweet that way 
and he was never selfish with his dick. His temperament, his self-control, 
has sensitivity, made him the perfect match for her. 

She loved the things he did with his fingers while he balled her cervix. The 
way he would grasp her soft mounds in his hard hands, as if they were ripe 
tomatoes. While he squeezed her ass he would whisper in her ear how much he 
loved her softness. He would roll her buttocks to indicate how he wanted her 
to move. He told her that he loved her asscheeks because he pretended that 
they were filled with sweet cum that could only come out through her 
pussyhole. While he would squeeze them she would have slow lingering orgasms 
as long as he continued to do so. 

More and more he had unlocked her secrets until she was completely at his 
mercy any time they were in bed together. She could be angry enough to 
scream and throw things at him, but when he had that certain twinkle in his 
eyes, and she saw the bulge in the front of his jeans, she willingly became 
his slave. 

He got a kick from daring her to go beyond what was normal during 
intercourse. There were times when they would climb into bed and he would be 
cold and distant. It was Frank's way of telling her that he desired 
something special, for he became bored very easily. She did not know what 
the hell else to do for him sexually, he was balling her cunt dry as it was. 
He would give her a look that asked how much of a female she really was. The 
moment his pulsing cock came into her cunt, it felt disappointed that it was 
the same old pussyhole it had been fucking for two semesters. In a sense, 
his cockshaft was asking for equality. If there was equality up front, her 
being a stout feminist, there should also be equality inside the snatch as 
well. He did not care how much she spouted at the mouth about her feminist's 
views, as long as she did not bullshit when push came to shove. If there was 
ever a moment when she even appeared to be cold and frigid, Frank would 
huff, and puff, and fuck, until he blew her house down. 

Frank, in his way, had demonstrated to her that sex could not be learned 
from a "how-to" book. There was no such thing as casual sex encounters, or 
sex for the purpose of getting your rocks off. He would not accept that kind 
of phony shit. This was part of what made him such a good lover. He tried to 
understand the woman he was balling at the time. He earnestly sought to see 
what that particular woman's hangup might be, if any. Fran had finally 
admitted to him that she was a masochist and dug being fucked with a lot of 
authority, deep and hard. She knew he dug fucking while listening to funky 
music, so she bought as many funky albums as she could afford. And while he 
humped her, she would lie back and jack open her legs, and he would fuck her 
like a mule. 

Frank had explained how he felt about fucking: "To begin with, the moment my 
dick goes into your pussy, I should be still. You know, stick about two 
inches into your twat and freeze. I mean, don't move a fraction of a inch! 
That is, if the foreplay has been sufficient, and I got you hot enough to 
cream without dicking you. This is all a man is obliged to do because the 
dick is a guest in the woman's house, so to speak. Think how rude it is for 
me to come barging into your pussy, fucking in strange surroundings, lost. 
It's up to the woman to make my dick welcome. It's the woman's way of 
saying, after the big hassle of getting her out of her britches, that the 
dick is being well received. When the dick first shoots in, it's her next 
move, to make a gracious acceptance, to smooth away the sharp corners of 
uneasiness. Fucking, in the real sense of the word, is a much bigger thing 
than having a table set properly for a dinner party." 

Thus she had learned that as soon as he began balling her, she was free to 
make the necessary adjustment ... Her favorite thing was to tighten down on 
his crown, and make her pussyhole squeeze his pud. Frank said that she had a 
"snapping" pussy. She would snap down on his crown until he was hot to come 
deeper into her tunnel, but then she would cut him off at the pass. He was 
much too much in love with her to force all the way in, unless he had the 
green light. This gave her the opportunity to be a bitch with her pussy. She 
would tongue his ear and stick her finger up his asshole to make him wiggle 
in circles. Then slowly she would open up slowly and let his hot shaft slip 
to a deeper level of goodness. 

In time she had learned that he really could not stand for her to be too 
aggressive or sassy. Frank had a very imaginative mind and she often used 
that against him. She had not wanted to show him just how good she could 
fuck so he could get the goods on her. In his mind he assumed that she had 
given it up to other men, in just that same funky way. His theory was what 
she did with him, she would do with her next lover. So he was determined to 
fuck his very best to see how close he could drive her to the edge of the 
cliff. She had teetered there many times, but held back no matter how good 
it got. But she knew that one night soon, he was going to screw her so good 
that she would be forced to reveal all. 

But luckily, she could make him climax when she wanted. He had a thing about 
seeing her eat his cum after he had shot off. When she was feeling her oats 
she would take off her clothes and climb into the bath tub. She would call 
Frank in from watching the tube and ask him to gaze over her body. He had 
been unsure the very first time he had done this, but he gradually learned 
to like it. When he saw how much it turned her on, he was happy to do 
anything she asked. After he would gaze over her body she would suck his 
dick. She tried to have a plate handy to catch his semen after he climaxed. 
Once he had, she would lick it off the plate ... and he would nearly go out 
of his mind in ecstasy. 

But the one area of sex that Frank was leery about was anal intercourse. Oh 
boy, did she ever have a time getting him to believe it was supergood to 
her. But once he got into a groove, he balled her asshole just as hard as he 
did her cunt. She loved it, especially when he inserted the vibrating dildo 
in her cum-dripping pussy. She had her shit so together that she could have 
orgasms inside her pussy and her asshole. She had not quite worked up to 
having them simultaneously yet, but coaching Frank a little more not to be 
so prudish might make it easier. 

Frank and Fran had fucked out. They lay in bed exhausted. After a short 
rest, he was ready to go again. He rolled over and made a quick pretense of 
passionately kissing Fran. She was lying on her side facing him and his long 
cock poked between her thighs. 

"You don't ever get enough, do you, Frank? You can't want more. We've been 
balling since the six o'clock news and it's past three a.m." She pushed him 
back, playfully. "Would you rather I went down on you? I really don't think 
I can fuck any more, honest, Frank." 

Frank groaned and stroked his cock. He rolled over on his back and it 
pointed straight up at the ceiling. 

"Ah shit. Why don't you call your roommate in here? Let me give her some 
action. I hear she's a hotwire." 

She cut her eyes to him. "She's in her room. If you want to screw her so 
badly, go get her. Except I'm warning you, she doesn't like to be awakened. 
She can be a bitch. You know how she is." 

"Ah, you just say that. But you know you'd get pissed." 

"No really, I don't care. She and I talked about it She said you sorta turn 
her on. She didn't think you would go for it, though." 

"Are you kidding me?" 

"Nope. But I'm sick and tired of hearing you talk about her. If you want to 
fuck her, go right ahead. You won't forget where home is. Fuck the girl, but 
just don't be phony about it." 

"What about you?" 

"You get her hot and I'll join the fun after you're going good. And remember 
there will be nothing said afterwards. This is an experience, that's all. 
Agreed?" 

He thought about it. 

"Agreed!" 

He crept along the dark hall to Linda's room. His heart raced furiously as 
he gathered his courage to open the door. What if she said no? What if she 
pitched a holy bitch and screamed and made a fucked-up scene? What if he did 
not fuck her good enough to make the visit worth anything? Fuck it! 

He was going in to get some of that pussy-feel her big titties like the men 
she went out with did. Lucky bastards! He stood poised at the door trying to 
decide. 

He remembered all the nights that he went to the John after fucking Fran. He 
would pass Linda's door and he would see her lying on her stomach, having 
just come in from a late date. A date where the guy had fucked her all 
night, come in her mouth, punctured her asshole, and sent her home drained, 
but still twitching in her sleep; her pussy still not satisfied. How many 
times had he looked through the darkness of her bedroom and seen her full 
thighs open, the skirt having slid up in reckless abandonment, being too 
drunk or stoned to undress. There had been many nights when he had 
contemplated his chances of going in and ripping off a quick piece, and 
having her not tell Fran. But he was not' sure he could trust Linda to keep 
her mouth shut. It was an old, old standing rule that you did not fuck your 
girl's roommate or best friend. That was the one sin a bitch could not 
forgive. 

Now the road was clear and he was hanging back. He turned the knob and 
pushed the door open. The room was dark and her waterbed was next to the 
windows. 

Linda stirred in her sleep. Then she heard him and raised up to see who it 
was. "Is that you, Fran?" 

"No, it's me, Frank." 

"What do you want?" Her voice was angry and leaning toward being infuriated, 
but wanting to get the scoop first. 

"I want to come to bed with you." 

"Where's Fran?" 

"In her bedroom. She's coming in later. Okay?" 

He was at the side of the bed. Seeing her there cozy and warm with her hair 
tossed sexily about her eyes, made his prick come alive. How sweet it would 
be to crawl in under the covers with her and groove! 

She raised up on one elbow and took a good hard look at his face. He was not 
kidding. Her glance fell to his crotch and his dick was huge. What was 
happening here? Did Fran actually give him the OK? Did Fran think she was so 
hard up that she would fuck her old man? Did Fran tell Frank about their 
scene together? There were too many questions zooming through her mind. The 
sight of his pud sticking straight out and her natural curiosity, prompted 
her decision. Remembering all the times she had heard Frank fucking Fran in 
the next room made it more curious. Even though she might regret it later, 
she moved over to the other side of the bed to give him room. "Are you sure 
she's coming in later?" 

"Yeah. She thought you and I would be less nervous if we got going first." 

He still wasn't sure she wasn't going to change her mind, even as he slid 
into bed. What the hell could he say to her? Maybe words would not be 
necessary. How do you tell your girlfriend's best girlfriend you want to 
fuck her? Like a robot he began to go through the routine. No. She does not 
want the same old, same old. She could get any man to fuck her. 

"I feel silly," she said, and lay there stiff as a board. 

"Why? We all know each other." 

The moment he felt her warm and tender flesh, he threw caution to the wind. 
He had been waiting so long to fuck this chick. She had caused him nights of 
sleepless wondering; wondering if she fucked as good as Fran. Linda and Fran 
were two of the funkiest chicks in town. 

He rubbed his cock into her clitoris. He began to hump into her middle, 
trying to get her to hunch back. Slowly-she moved against him when she felt 
his hard manmuscle. She was anxious to feel it against her skin and snuggled 
in closer. Her tits were awesome to cope with; they kept getting in the way. 
He would be fingerfucking her and feeling her tits. Once he felt how large 
they were, he was compelled to stop all else and play with them. 

When he finally slipped into her pussy it was like falling off a tall 
mountain; spinning head over heels into a universal depth where there was 
nothing but goodness. He wanted it to be good and strong so she would 
remember him. He had heard the way she and Fran chatted about men, how they 
put down the theory that the size of a penis did not matter. But still they 
bragged about how hard they loved to be fucked; how much they loved being 
filled up completely. 

And Linda could fuck. Some women just laid there with their legs wide open 
and grunting to beat the band. Not Linda. She was a lot like Fran; she knew 
how to get the best from a hard prick. Linda was very much aware of how hot 
his dick was getting. When she felt him pause to try to keep from shooting 
off, she teased him by circling his crown with her cunt. Around and around 
the ridge she went, squeezing it as the teasing continued, until finally he 
had to give 'her a deep thrust; then she let up and kissed his ear. By doing 
this, she was ensuring herself of a better and longer fuck. 

He was anxious to go into other positions to see how much she knew. But it 
did not look as if he would make it up from this one, the way she was 
socking it to him. She was a hot blooded bitch who put her everything into 
it. In a way it was scary being on top of her, in that he knew that putting 
forth her best had to make him get up off his ass. Broads like Linda and 
Fran did not believe that there was such a thing as dirty sex. If there was 
a supposedly dirty old man about, they would be asked to be pointed in his 
direction. They loved to see just how far down a guy could get. 

"Gawdamn, Fran said you had a big cock." 

He grunted and held on to her ass, burrowing his prick as deep as he could. 

"She told me how good you fuck her ... how many times you can shoot off. 
That's why I told her I wouldn't mind going through with this. I don't feel 
guilty because I know a man like you can handle two girls easily." 

He could not hold it back a moment longer. He gripped her ass and ground as 
deep as he could inside her pussy. She fucked him and whiplashed her cunt, 
putting everything into a tailspin. His flow of cum was like an ocean wave 
washing up against the sea cliff, splashing and overflowing into the cove. 

He slumped back. Linda quickly scooted down to lick his cock. Fran stood in 
the doorway looking at them. 

"Oh ... I was just licking his cum off. I didn't suck his cock. I mean, I 
know how this must look." 

"Hey, don't apologize for sucking his cock. I'm on your side. And I'd be 
angry if you didn't." Fran smiled at her, happy in her heart that she and 
Linda were such good friends. 

"Frank said that you said it was all right-my fucking him?" 

"We all know each other well. It's like we live together because Frank is 
always over here feeding his face." 

"Yeah, but I feel like I'm cheating you guys. I don't have anything to offer 
but myself. I don't go steady with a guy." 

"Don't worry about that," Fran winked at Linda. "You and I can find things 
to do together. Men like to watch two women go at it. Don't they, Frank?" 

"How about letting me bust one of you? You still have enough left, I hope." 

"I've got enough for all night. Light up a joint and get some wine. There's 
no school tomorrow, neither one of us gals have to work." 

Frank watched himself fuck. There was a wall mirror beside the bed and he 
could see their reflection. He thought he should suck Fran's pussy for being 
so nice and letting this happen. She sat on his mouth while he ate her. She 
was facing Linda who was down mouthing his cock. Fran's pussy was really 
slippery and wet. What they were doing did turn her on, more than she wanted 
to admit. He saw her in the mirror tossing her head from side to side, her 
eyes closed in ecstasy. 

He had sucked Fran's hole plenty of times, but had never seen her quite so 
responsive. She was getting hot from watching Linda suck her boyfriend's 
dick. From where Fran was sitting; it appeared that Linda was as much of a 
cocksucker as she was. Linda was really into her own bag; her eyes were 
closed and her fingers were spread out over his nuts. It was sexy to see how 
she had to stretch her mouth to take all of his crown. She was the type who 
liked to feel a cock deep in her throat. She knew how to constrict her 
throat muscles to work over the crown while it was deep. Frank did not have 
to shove and push to get sensation; she applied it with her throat in a 
fluid motion. 

The sucking had made Linda hot enough to fuck again. She was not sure if she 
should let Fran have her turn or not. She looked up at Fran fucking her 
pussy into Frank's mouth. Fran was having too much where she was. Besides 
she had sucked his cock to a tremendous stiffness, it would be a shame to 
see someone else get it. Then she heard him tell her to climb on. Hurriedly, 
she climbed over his cock and fitted it up into her. Now she was face to 
face with Linda. 

It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Fran to sit on Frank's mouth 
any longer without cumming. She did not want to go off now, it would be 
better if she let it build. His tongue was buried up in her to the root and 
she just sat and rocked on it. She and Linda were both being penetrated at 
the same time. Linda had an intense look of pleasure on her face. Fran had 
never seen her so serious-she was getting it all, while the getting was good 
and hard. 

She felt a pang of resentment toward her best friend. To see how much cock 
she was taking from Frank made her shudder. Knowing full when Frank was into 
a pussy, he was up there deep. So she knew she was taking a full penetration 
to its deepest level. 

Linda looked so lovely that she had to touch her. Her body had begun to 
glisten with perspiration. The funky movement of Linda's hips made her big 
tits splash around violently. 

Then Linda had an orgasm and nearly collapsed. She fell off his cock and to 
the side. Fran followed and kissed her stomach. Linda squirmed 
uncontrollably and Fran moaned out loud. Then Fran's mouth finally settled 
on the rise of her clitoris. The wetness in Linda's pussy began drowning 
her. 

Then it was Fran's turn to be fucked. Frank told her to turn around and lean 
over the side of the bed. Fran obeyed and kneeled on the floor with her ass 
sticking up on the bed. He motioned for Linda to sit on the bed with her 
legs hanging down on each side of Fran's head. Fran was supposed to suck 
Linda's cunt while he balled her from the rear. 

There was something so thrilling about watching two women fuck each other. 
To see his girl, Fran, humped over digging her tongue into Linda's pussy was 
too much. The expression on Linda's face was cockstirring. It got so good to 
Linda that she brought one leg up on the bed to open her crotch mouth up 
more, so Fran could lick all she wanted. 

Looking at them got his dick so hard that he could not stand it. It felt so 
good to be deep in Fran's steamy cunt. She was accustomed to his dick, and 
could do tricks with it. She could fuck him so fancy that it would feel like 
a rubber band was around his crown, as he boiled off into the abyss of her 
goodness. Then he pretended that he was putting dick to Linda too. When he 
gave Fran a straight, deep shot, it made her feel good. She in return would 
lick extra hard at Linda's clitoris, which made Linda grimace and groan, and 
her face screw up in pleasure. He found that after he got his rhythm 
properly paced he could time it. 

He got carried away and fucked too deep into Fran's hole. She gave out with 
a loud scream and drew up from Linda's pussy. She pushed back on his blazing 
cockshaft as hard as she could. When she finally came she dropped her head 
limply. 

"What can we do to make Frank come?" Linda asked with big eyes. 

"I told you he could fuck all night. Now you see what I have to take in my 
cunt all the time." 

"Somebody just get on it!" he pleaded, now on his back waiting for a piece 
of pussy to straddle his cock. 

"Go on, fuck him some more, Linda. After all, it's your first time. It is, 
isn't it?" 

"Why, Fran-you surprise me. You know I wouldn't do that to you." 

"I was just joking." 

"The hell you were." 

"Hey look-cut out the shit and get down here." Frank felt good about himself 
now. He had taken them both on and lasted for two rounds. 

Linda climbed on top of his prick and stuck it up in her. Fran, catching her 
breath, moved down so she could see the dick shooting up in Linda's ass. It 
thrilled her to see how thick his cock was-to think that such a growth could 
actually penetrate a woman's small cunt-hole. There was white stuff foaming 
over his shaft from Linda fucking him so rapidly. She was going up and down 
on his cock faster than a piston. 

During the frantic fucking the cock slipped out of the pussy. Fran smiled 
and grabbed it and stuck it back up in Linda. She watched it a while longer. 
Then feeling her pussy bubble once again, she looked for interesting things 
to do. Then she saw them stop fucking and grabbed the opportunity to reach 
up and kiss Linda's pretty ass. It made Linda twitch and the dick slid 
further up her. Linda groaned as if she was in agony. 

The dick popped out again, wiggling spastically, searching for the nice cunt 
flesh again. This time Fran did not stick it back in Linda's pussy. She was 
curious to see how it tasted with all of Linda's come on it. She took it in 
hand and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and rinsed the juice 
around in her mouth. Frank started pumping up at her, desperately trying to 
blow off. 

Linda, up front, did not know what was happening. All of a sudden the cock 
had slipped out. She waited for it to come back, but it did not. What the 
hell was Fran doing down there? Then she heard Fran slurping and knew she 
had Frank's cock in her mouth. 

"Hmmm, just one more bite, you guys," Fran said, looking up into Linda's 
pink hole. Frank's fingers were stretching her buttocks wide apart. She 
could see the brown around Linda's asshole and how their cum had started to 
spread around the lips of her pussy. Deep in the center of the bullseye 
there were pink contractions. Just before sticking the dick back up her 
pussy-Fran had to take one quick lick into Linda's asshole. 

Then Linda and Frank went off together with the help of Fran's tongue and 
its bizarre explorations. 

The semester was almost over. Linda and Bill's affair had become hot and 
heavy. Bill was stuck on her and found it difficult not to let his friends 
know. Occasionally he would find Linda in her classroom after school and 
they would make love in the broom closet. But it was not enough for Bill. He 
was eighteen, and he had to think about his life more. He wanted her more 
than anything he could think of. He would often sneak over to her house in 
the dead of night; she was always eager to see him even if it meant having 
only a quickie. He soon had to confess that Miss Harris had him by the nuts. 
It was near a point where all she wanted to do was suck him off. That was 
fine but he dug the rolling and splashing in the waterbed, and eating the 
lining from her cunt-hole. 

Linda was worried that Bill was taking their affair a bit too seriously. 
Boys were so impulsive when they were Billy's age. Fran tried to warn Linda 
of this, but the cocksucking was just too good to give it up. Linda thought 
she would continue to risk seeing Billy for as long as she could. Even 
though sucking Billy off quite frequently, she still had a compulsive sexual 
desire for her other students. Bobby Wills had not let her get close to him 
since the time in the closet. The poor kid, he was still shaken up from the 
blow job she had given him. But the rest of the bullies were still hanging 
about, feeling her ass at every opportunity. And fight it as she did, it 
still made her pussy too hot to sit down on sometimes. 

She conducted her art classes differently from the other art teacher. She 
wanted her students to be free spirits, and thereby let their true 
expression come out on the canvas. So she let the students move around and 
not remain at their tables, which set her up for endless encounters with the 
boys, as far as feeling her up went. 

Then one day in the school corridor Billy stopped her. He was bubbling over 
about something. 

"You gotta do it for me." 

"Do what for you?" 

"I've been telling my dad all about you. Oh, not about us at your place, but 
just that you're a swell teacher. Well, Dad is plenty pissed about my last 
grades." 

"And why are you so excited?" 

"Because Dad is inviting you and Miss Carson up to the house this weekend. I 
told him that I had confided in you about my plans after graduation. So he 
thought it might be a good opportunity to meet you because Teddy Saber will 
be there too." 

"Slow down. Who is Teddy Saber?" 

"Saber used to be one of the top money winners in tennis a few years back. 
Dad is talking to him about coaching me. So Saber and his wife, and Mrs. and 
Mr. Jones will be there too." 

"Our principal-Mr. Jones?" 

"Yeah, that's right. Principal Jones and my dad are good pals. So they'll 
all be up there, and we want you to come." 

"It sounds like fun. I would love to get away for the weekend, but I don't 
think so, Billy. It doesn't seem proper somehow. I mean, the other kids will 
think you're my pet." 

"Who gives a damn about these yokels? Please say that you'll at least think 
about it. There's a stable, boating, everything right there for the weekend. 
Plus you and I can be together, don't you see?" 

"I do see, and I don't think it's such a good idea. Listen, folks might get 
wise. Suppose your father suspects something? Then what?" 

"That's why you'll bring along Miss Carson. There's nothing unrespectable 
about two teachers visiting one of their student's home. Weekends are your 
own." 

"On one condition-that your father calls me up and invites me personally. I 
want to be sure this is on the up-and-up." 

"No sweat. Then I can tell him and hell make plans." 

Early the next Saturday morning Linda and Fran packed their luggage into the 
trunk of the car and drove to Mr. Fitz's seaside estate. It was an 
especially scenic trip and they took their time driving along the coast. The 
top was down and the wind felt good in their faces, enjoying the cypress 
trees lining both sides of the highway. 

The road they followed came to an abrupt end at a tollbooth. A guard came 
out of the booth and Linda told him who they were. He smiled and let them 
pass into the private property. It was so beautifully lush and green, that 
it took their breath away. "Now ... " sighed Fran, "this is the way I want 
to live. How many millions do you have to have to live in Cypress Cove?" 

Linda said, "More than well ever make. I never realized that Bill's dad was 
so wealthy. But I guess growing grapes pays off." 

Fran gave it some serious thought. "Say, wouldn't it be sweet if you and 
Billy could work something out. I mean, the kid will come into all this 
dough. This might be yours one day, Linda." 

"Oh boy, wouldn't I feel just great taking candy from a baby? I told you, 
Fran, I plan to break it off first thing Monday morning. I'm beginning to 
feel guilty." 

"Yeah-oh boy! Now she's beginning to feel guilty," Fran teased her. "You 
fucked the kid to death until four in the morning the other night, and you 
feel guilty. Oh sure." 

"Not about having sex with Billy. A man's a man, but there are other things 
to consider, you know. Class." 

The estate was luxurious and sat on a hill that overlooked the ocean. Below 
there was a long stretch of beach. There was a huge kidney-shaped swimming 
pool and two tennis courts. Beyond that were a garden and stables. 

Linda parked beside the other sports cars and took a good look around, 
feeling better about the trip. 

Mr. Fitz came running out to greet them, all smiles, dark shades, a bulging 
stomach, and wearing red, candy-striped shirts. 

"Well, hello there, ladies! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show 
up." He put his arms around them and walked toward the house. 

"This is very beautiful," Fran told him. 

"Thank you. This will be Billy's one day, I've worked hard all my life to 
leave him this spread." 

He led them around the side of the house where the other guests were seated 
in the garden patio. 

"Ladies, meet my other guests. This is Teddy Saber and his lovely wife, 
Yasha. Ted has consented to take Billy under his wing and teach him what he 
knows about tennis." 

Linda and Fran greeted Saber and his wife. Yasha was a cute, fiery Japanese 
woman. Saber was a huge fellow with a glaring brow. 

Fitz went on introducing the guests. "And this is Miss Adell Miller and her 
brother, Harry Miller-very close friends and associate. And of course you 
ladies know the principal of Wilbur High-George and Alice Jones." 

"Where's Billy?" 

"Oh," said Fitz, "Billy had to run into town to pick up some tennis 
equipment." 

A servant was there asking what Linda and Fran wanted to drink. Then Mr. 
Fitz told the servant to get their luggage from their car and take it to 
their rooms. 

Linda and Fran knew that Adell was Mr. Fitz's mistress. Adell was a stunner! 
She had strawberry-blonde hair which was in a fancy upsweep that gave her an 
elegant appearance, not at all the way they had seen her before in Marinda. 

"Come sit down with us, ladies. Dinner will be served shortly. I want you 
all to enjoy yourselves do whatever tickles your fancy, It looks like we 
have some beautiful weather for the weekend." He raised his glass in a 
toast. The others quickly joined him. 

That evening after dinner they sat around a campfire on the beach. Mr. Fitz 
had produced some pot to help relax his guests. The topic of the 
conversation was the sexual revolution. The women guests were speaking their 
minds while the men listened, their cocks getting harder and harder. 

"We have to face it, we're living in turbulent times, and in the midst of 
these turbulent times sits the sexual rebellion ... " 

"Well," replied Alice, "I didn't get George through trickery. I think women 
today are doing themselves more harm than good." 

"I think the birth-control pill and the current fashion trend has produced a 
great deal of promiscuity in our country," one of the men said. 

"And a greater number of divorce cases," grumbled George Jones. 

Alice added, "And it's too easy now for the faithful husband to be tempted 
into outside marital affairs. We women know what sexual dogs men can be." 
Alice passed the joint to her husband. He was nearly drunk and had all he 
could do to merely hold the joint. 

Then Adell spoke up, "The way I see it-I'm a woman who digs men. I love 
looking beautiful and dressing for my man. Hell, if Poogie enjoys gawking at 
my figure-why not let him get his eyes full? As long as a man respects me as 
a lady, I don't care. Nor do I see any harm in it. Listen, we may not all 
like to admit it, but it is pretty hard on a female and males too. We all go 
to parties, group encounters and other social functions to meet people to go 
to bed with. Someone we think is our cup of tea, sexually, that is." 

Fran liked Adell right away. The men sat spellbound looking up at Adell's 
luscious figure. She was wearing a flesh-colored fishnet bathing suit. Even 
the other women seated around the campfire sighed inside with admiration. 
They were all a little nervous with Adell being there. Not only did this 
woman speak her mind, she had the sexy body to back up her philosophy. 

Then Linda added, "I don't understand what all the fuss is about anyway. I 
mean, this big cover up of sex in this country. If you think about it, where 
did we all come from?" For just a moment her exquisite face reflected a look 
of sexual desire that Harry Miller found contagious. 

"Where is it all leading to?" asked Miller, quite concerned over the 
submissive sexuality of the American female. 

Mr. Fitz didn't give a shit. At the moment his penis was getting harder than 
a brick, digging on how sumptuous Alice Jones looked. Hell. He had to get 
some of that pussy before the weekend was over. He continued to watch her. 
She looked disgustedly at her husband and slowly walked up the slope toward 
the house. Alice Jones projected more uninhibited sex appeal than any other 
married woman he knew. He knew she slept around, but still her twat looked 
pretty good to him. Alice had that certain something that made men burst 
their nuts quick. Just to get inside her hole and explore her rich depth, to 
make her scream and groan with passion would be enough. He wanted to make 
her drop that cold pretentious role of being so damn aloft. 

Linda continued to speak, "Wow, there's all sorts of things going on across 
our country, as well as on our college campuses. We are changing all the old 
laws about abortions and women's rights. We don't believe in suffering any 
longer while men run out and have all the fun. In fact at my finishing 
school there were clubs-" 

"What sort of clubs?" Mr. Fitz asked, hearing what Linda had said, but with 
his eyes still on Alice just now going into the house. 

Linda thought about her position as a teacher and being in the presence of 
the school principal, even if he was smoking dope, she had to keep her 
front. "Oh never mind ... but girls share these days." 

"Oh, now just a second, young lady." Harry Miller was being sarcastic. 

Fran interrupted Linda's reply. "Oh come on, this is the twentieth century 
and anything a person wants to do is his own thing, provided that the 
principles do not interfere with the privacy of others. Take your colleges 
for instance. There are a lot of girls fresh out of high school and they are 
really dumb about guys. With the studying and curfew hours, they're pretty 
well boxed in. Believe me, when these girls get worked up for a man, there 
is going to be something going down. And not only that, the war has killed 
so much of our male populace that there is a current male shortage." 

Mr. Fitz could no longer keep his mind on what the conversation was about. 
What was Alice doing all alone in the house? He touched Billy on the 
shoulder indicating he should take over as host. Then he slipped away and 
went down the beach in the opposite direction from the house, so as not to 
arouse George Jones' suspicion. When he was far enough he doubled back up 
the slope to the house. He supposed that the guests would be on the beach 
for a while longer. 

He found Alice in the drawing room in front of the piano. 

"Hello there, what's the matter? Weren't you enjoying the conversation out 
there? Don't tell me you're bored already?" 

Alice sat down on the piano bench. 

"I've heard it all before. Why did you come inside? Did you find them all a 
bunch of phonies?" 

"Please, Alice, you're speaking of my friends." 

"Phonies." 

"Are you?" 

"Not to myself-not when it comes to something I want. I know who I am and 
what I desire from life." She looked at him with sexy eyes. 

He felt that if he took the dare, he might get some of her pussy before the 
others came into the house. He moved toward her. She stood up and went to 
the French windows. She looked desirable in the bikini, with her tanned 
legs. He could tell by the way she was built that her husband was jamming 
her with a lot of cock. He knew the signs when a woman wasn't being laid 
properly. When there was a constant burn between her legs, they have a 
tendency to take on weight. They walked with tender, delicate thighs 
brushing blissfully together; the juices erupting and wetting their 
underwear. It would appear that their cunts were too hot to take a long 
stride. A cunt as hot as Alice's didn't need much dicking. He could simply 
stick his finger in her pussy and that would blow her mind right away. 

But one thing was certain, George neglected Alice terribly. Alice seemed to 
be tuned into his thoughts. She was stoned just enough not to give a damn 
either. She had made her statement on the beach for any man to hear. 

Fitz had confidence in himself. He had heard that Alice was freaky for 
sucking pricks. He went to the window and stood behind her. He was tall 
enough to see over her shoulders. He put his arm around her and Alice 
glanced back, startled and sympathetic. 

"Don't, Fitz, your mistress is out there. She might come into the house any 
minute." 

"Your husband is also out there. What about him?" 

"You know George ... and what he is. He doesn't do anything for me any 
more." 

"You got me upset out there, seeing you in this handkerchief-" He looked 
down at how her wide hips and ass were snuggled into the bikini. 

"Fitz, you'd get hot for any woman, honey." 

"I got the hots for you right now." 

"I wouldn't play in another woman's house. You haven't married Adell, but 
she's got her hooks into you. Some other time, sweetie." 

He took a quick look around the room and then pulled out his penis from 
beneath his shorts. He peeled the foreskin back and it squeezed out and 
stretched to maximum length. He drew her back on his cock and rubbed it 
against her ass. She shivered and the drink dropped from her hand. She 
turned and put her arms around his neck, parting her legs and whimpering. 

She looked down at his stiff cock trying to wedge up between her legs. "Oh 
shit, Fitz, let me put it in my mouth!" 

"Not in here, baby. Let's move out into the garden," he said. 

He pushed the doors open and dragged Alice out into the garden. Alice was so 
stoned she could barely walk, but he helped her. He felt over her tits and 
patted her ass all the way to the tall maze of hedges. When he was certain 
they could not be seen from the house he stopped. 

She saw his wiggly cock hanging out of his shorts. It had grown really huge 
for her. It was nearly too much for her to even imagine-she breathed harder 
and mumbled, "Let me suck it, Fitz. Please baby, let me kiss it for you." 

"No ... let me put it in your cunt." 

"There isn't enough time for that. Please, my way!" 

She knelt and held his dick in her palms her eyes crazily fixed, her tongue 
wetting her precious lips. The expression on her face was pitiful and 
desperate. 

He braced himself against a tree and held on. He saw down into the cups of 
her halter. Her tits glimmered, and her rosebud nipples spread, hanging, 
swinging. Her mouth came over his cock and he thought his nuts were going to 
burst. She buried her mouth over the full length and slowly caressed his 
testicles. She drew in his hips closer, the other hand lifting his sac-his 
penis sticking out straight as an arrow. It went crazy! Spurting and waving 
around like a live serpent as she tried to catch it in her mouth ... Finally 
she pinched his ass to make him stand still. 

The hell with it. Fitz squared himself and stood his ground and fucked into 
her mouth. 

He stood over her watching how she ate him up. She twisted and churned her 
lips over his crown. Her long hair was everywhere. He reached down and took 
her head in his hands holding the target steady. He slipped it all the way 
into her mouth and then pulled it back. She loved it and flicked her tongue 
around his ridge. He fucked deep into her throat this time, and she 
contracted her throat and pinched his tip. It felt so good that he wanted to 
keep it deep, but he knew she would gag. The good part about it was that a 
big cock all the way down her drainpipe didn't seem to bother her any. The 
deeper the better, she wanted it any way, as long as it was in her mouth. 
She gagged and tried to take it out of her throat, but he pushed harder. He 
could feel himself start to shoot off as a tremendous charge rumbled up from 
his nuts. He closed his eyes and leaned back and prepared for the 
earthshaking explosion! 

Then abruptly Alice got up off her knees and stepped back a few paces and 
wiped the juice from her lips. 

"Ahh, shit, Alice! You can't stop!" 

"Someone is coming!" 

He frantically stuffed his penis back inside his trunks and smoothed his 
hair back in place. It was Linda and Fran passing through the garden to join 
the others inside. After they had passed, Fitz started to take Alice in his 
arms. 

"We have to stop now, Fitz. Are you crazy?" 

"I want you to suck it more ... " 

"I can't now." 

"Listen, there is a guest room in the east wing and nobody goes there. I 
want you to meet me there after everybody has gone to bed." 

"No, no, I won't. I shouldn't have done what I did." 

He squeezed her arm and jerked her close. "You had better be there. You are 
going to finish what you started!" 

It had been a weird trip for Linda, all through dinner and later at the 
beach. It always amused her that people thought she was something she 
wasn't. It was amusing to see all these prominent men observe each of the 
women, trying to size up their sexual natures, hoping to get a thing going 
before the weekend was over. She thought Harry Miller was the dirtiest old 
man she had come across. The way he kept leering at her all the time, 
looking at her legs. When they were on the beach he had made certain he sat 
beside her. She decided to play dirty too and teased the shit out of him. He 
deserved it. It was rather a strange bit to know that all these men wanted 
to ball her-fuck their nasty old cocks up in her good cunt. She had felt 
more complimented because they did this in front of their wives. The bitches 
wanted her body too, she could tell. They were envious of her large breasts 
and ripe body. 

She got a kick when she sat down and opened her legs in front of Principal 
Jones. She had been chatting away with one of the wives in some frivolous 
conversation, when she felt the principal's eyes examining her breasts. Men 
always seem to wig off her big cans. Once she had hugged her bosom to stay 
warm and her tits swelled over her halter. Principal Jones nearly flipped. 
However, she must admit he made her cunt soupy by staring at her body. She 
never suspected that the principal, of all people, had eyes for her. With 
that thought, she had gazed at his prick. It was not bad at all, bigger than 
a pickle. He had to be a cuntsucker because his wife Alice was such a horny 
bitch. The only way he could please her was to suck out her pussy hole, or 
ram about eighteen inches of dick in her big tank. 

And then there was Yasha Saber, the sweet wife of the handsome tennis pro. 
What a story she could tell. Linda sensed that she was jealous of her 
husband. And with as much peter as Ted Saber carried in his basket, it was 
no wonder. Linda did not know much about Japanese women, except that they 
were great lovers, and they had been the rage during World War II. American 
soldiers did want to leave Japan to come back to the States, which told 
Linda a lot. It was no doubt that she was the center of attention. Linda 
could not help but wonder what it would be like to make love to Yasha. She 
thought she would like to suck on small titties with their hard nipples. She 
was curious as to how the juices inside her twat tasted. 

Despite Yasha's presence, Linda felt that all the guests had been watching 
her, since she and Fran were the outsiders-which would probably prevent them 
from carrying on as usual with their swap orgies. Mr. Fitz seemed 
overanxious for that kind of action to get under way. 

Fran and Linda decided to retire early and go up to their room. It was time 
for them to split from the group because they were really belting down the 
booze, beginning to behave like married people. She did not want to be 
hanging around messing up anybody's fun. She wasn't ready to join in their 
action, not yet, until she found out why Mr. Fitz had invited her up here. 

Linda climbed into a hot bath and soaked for thirty minutes. She was really 
out of it, exhausted. Maybe she was hornier than she had thought. She 
drained most of the water from the tub so that the water was about three 
inches deep. She unfastened the shower nozzle and put it aside. She turned 
on the faucet so that there was a long splash of hot water. She sat back 
down m the tub and cocked open her legs and rested her head. The stream of 
water pouring down hit her directly above her clitoris-she made a few 
adjustments-and the water splashed against her pussy. It felt heavenly and 
she closed her eyes and slowly rotated her hips. She thought of the spray of 
water as being cum from a giant cockhead shooting off, splashing it hard 
into the center of her flower. She could move her hips and make the water 
splash where she felt the hottest. It was almost unbearable when it 
splattered directly on her clitoris. She pulled the lips of her pussy wide 
apart and nearly fainted. Oh, it was so good, building up through her 
sensitive body. She lathered her large breasts and squeezed and rolled them 
over her chest. She leaned forward to see her snatch, tingling in the hot 
water. Masturbating this way always did the trick for her. She raised one 
leg and admired her thighs; her pussyhair grew all the way back to her 
asshole. She stroked over her shank, the pretty thigh and back down to her 
cunt-hole, which was boiling over. She reached one hand under her hips so 
she would not interfere with the stream of water splashing down, and stuck a 
finger into her pussy. The water splashed on the clitoris while she 
fingerfucked herself. One finger ... two fingers ... then the width of the 
hand barely squeezed into her tunnel. Then she heard Fran call to her. "Hey, 
what are you doing in there? I wanna bath too." 

Linda started and screwed the shower nozzle back on, guiltily preparing to 
go back, unsated, to her room. 

Chapter Eight 

Teddy Saber came out of the guest room shaking his cock, on his way to take 
a piss in the hall bathroom. His room did not have a private john. He 
clicked on the light and then stepped wide-legged over the toilet. He looked 
down at his cock and smiled-his wife sure did ball the shit out of him 
tonight! He could not remember ever seeing Yasha so horny before. 

He skinned back his penis and the crown sprung out like a small apple. There 
were traces of cum over his penis where Yasha had blasted off. There was a 
lot there! He should go back and tighten her cunt once more for good 
measure. Both hands came under his nuts and his penis stretched another four 
inches. He thought how his cock had always gotten him into trouble, but any 
trouble that it brought, he could handle. Yeah, he could take care of 
business when he wanted to. 

Saber heard a noise and turned around to see Adell standing in the open 
door. Her eyes were fixed greedily on his naked body. At first glance he saw 
that she was stoned on something, really tripping out. Her hair was tossed 
sexily about her face and she wore a thin short gown. 

Alice Jones could not sleep. She sat up in bed and looked over to see if 
George was awake. George was not there. She only sighed angrily, and climbed 
out of bed and put on her robe. As always, whenever they spent the weekend 
at the home of a friend, George sneaked out in the dead of night. When he 
returned he usually gave some flimsy excuse about not being able to sleep. 
But Alice was hip to him now. She wondered which one of the broads he would 
try to fuck tonight? It would probably be that Adell bitch. The way she made 
use of that slim, sexy body was a disgrace. A wife had to keep a close eye 
on a young whore like her. Everyone knew that she was taking Fitz for a 
ride, babying him up, sucking his cock until she had pussy-whupped him. She 
and her brother Harry were con artists, and they had done a good job of 
making Fitz act like an old fool. Alice did not know this for sure, but it 
was her guess that Adell would soon be announcing wedding plans. Poor Billy 
might have a slut for a stepmother pretty quick now. Yeah, that Adell had 
been asking for it ever since they had arrived, prancing her ass and making 
suggestive remarks to the men. Well ... if that was where George was, it was 
all right with her. He and Adell deserved each other. 

Alice went out into the hall on her way downstairs to get a drink. Her 
nerves were shot. It was dark and apparently everybody was asleep. As she 
was nearing the end of the hall she saw that the door to the Sabers' room 
was open. Why? Her first impulse was to take a quick peek and maybe see them 
fucking. Why not? It was dark enough and nobody would see her if she was 
very quiet. Then she heard voices and stopped abruptly. 

She could not resist the urge to look inside the room. Just inside the 
massive room was a door that led to the bedroom. She sneaked inside and 
pressed flat against the wall and peeked into the bedroom. She heard Saber 
say to his wife: "She's stoned out of her skull." Alice almost gasped out 
loud when she saw Adell sandwiched between Saber and his wife. They were 
both feeling Adell up. Poor Adell could barely stand up. 

Saber sat down on the bed and Adell wiggled over his lap and sat astride one 
knee. Her nightgown was yanked up to her hips, revealing meaty thighs. She 
pushed her titties to Saber's mouth, squirming desperately. Adell whimpered 
and let Saber kiss her. 

Oh! The Sabers should be ashamed of themselves, taking advantage of poor 
Adell when she did not know what she was doing. Even if Adell was a slut, it 
still was not right to use her body that way. But Adell was not exactly 
unconscious. She appeared to be more of a sex-starved robot that responded 
to the demands of Saber. Oh shit ... look at the way she snatched his head 
down and made him suck them hard. His mouth came open wide and captured the 
whole tit. 

"Oh baby, don't stop, do me good! That's groovy, you know? I dig you and 
your wife," Adell said and put her arms around his neck as if he were hers 
along, and Yasha was not there. "I love having a man suck my breasts, and 
bite them until they burn and make me cum." She moved his hand down to her 
cunt. 

Saber and Yasha were getting worked up to a fever pitch. Yasha was 
experiencing something she never thought could be so bizarre. To see her 
husband stroke this woman's satiny buttocks and teasing her cunt was 
sexually tormenting. To see the way Adell groaned and moaned, loving it, 
holding his big hand flat up into her cunt was a mindblower. Adell's slinky 
hips fucked as he kissed and nibbled at the undersides of her full tits, 
coming over her ribcage and stomach to her thighs. 

Adell kept repeating: "Oh, I want you both to fuck me. Fuck me. Turn me on!" 

"Let me turn her on for a while, honey," Yasha said, feeling her desire 
become stronger. 

The three of them were on the bed. Both women clawed over Saber's cock for a 
while. Alice saw the way Adell's eyes went crazy when the cock shot its 
first spray. She and Yasha licked for the cum at the same time. "May I suck 
it?" Adell asked reverently, as one woman to another. Yasha was a bit 
jealous of the woman's grasp on her penis, the way she held it as though it 
was a snake. 

Alice stood there in the shadows, masturbating herself and watching these 
two people use Adell's body. Poor bitch that she was, Adell was now astride 
Saber's big dong. Her round, pert ass wiggled and fanned the air, in searing 
heat. Look how that long thing of his is fucking up into her pussy. It just 
did not seem possible that something so long and solid could penetrate 
Adell's small cunt-hole. But there it was, thrusting back the folds of her 
pink pussy with all that white cream trickling down his shaft. 

Alice had wanted to see Adell ball. She had wondered if having a body so 
voluptuous would make her a slave to a cock. Just how much fucking could her 
pussy stand? She could see that there was immense pain for Adell, but she 
was the most sensual female animal she had ever seen. She had to admit that 
Adell was funky. The way she was hanging in there, fanning the slow fire 
burning In her soulful center. 

While Adell was on top of Saber, Yasha planted a delicate kiss on the 
woman's ass. She pulled back and watched the rear action; how the woman's 
ass fucked up and down on her husband's rod. Yasha pulled Adell's buttocks 
apart and licked her crack. "Honey, let me fuck her," Yasha kept saying. 

But Saber was too busy getting the last of his first nut. He rolled Adell 
over and climbed on top of her ass and pumped lightning thrusts into her 
asshole. Adell went limp. "Oh, no, no ... " she gasped. Saber drove hard 
into the center of her asshole. Adell collapsed into a spastic heap. He 
snatched his cock out real fast just as it shot off and cum splattered 
everywhere. 

He toppled over on his back with his penis sticking straight up. Adell had 
climaxed with him and she moved in a daze and gripped his sputtering cock 
and slurped away the semen. 

Yasha moved over Adell and flattened her out. Then she climbed over Adell's 
head and sat her open pussy in her mouth. 

Alice could see Adell jamming her tongue up into Yasha. Yasha began rocking 
and sliding her pussy to different positions, dripping into the open mouth. 

"Don't drown me, baby," groaned Adell. 

"I can't help it," replied Yasha, thinking how Adell had drained her 
husband's cock. How she had held it like a baseball bat and licked fire 
around the ridge of the crown. Adell must have had a thousand dicks in her 
mouth during her active life. 

Saber came up behind his wife and screwed her in the asshole! He had had a 
shot of Adell's gritty anus, now he wanted more of the same. 

Adell and Yasha were whispering things to each other, women's secrets, and 
it seemed to make them really get down to the nitty-gritty. 

Alice had seen enough and could not stand the torture any longer. She went 
quietly out and back to her room. Just as she was about to close the door, 
she saw Fran walking toward the Sabers' door. Fran saw the open door and 
paused for a moment, hearing the erotic groans coming from inside. 

Damn! Damn! Everybody was having fun except her. Well, there was still 
another day left and she would make sure she got action. 

The next morning Linda was up early, strolling around the grounds of the 
estate. What a beautiful place Mr. Fitz owned, like something out of House 
and Garden. Gawd, some folks really knew how to live well, she thought. Her 
morning walk ended at the tennis courts where Billy and Saber were hitting 
the ball. 

She didn't know that much about the world of tennis, but enough to know that 
Teddy Saber used to be one of the very best players. If he was going to 
personally teach Billy, she was sure Billy would be a champion. 

When Billy saw her he stopped the practice and walked over to her. They 
chatted for a moment. He asked if she were enjoying herself, and she told 
him yes. While they were chatting Mr. Fitz came on court and spoke with 
Saber. Then he came over to Linda and Bill. Mr. Fitz did not like the idea 
of Billy standing around when he should be making use of the time with 
Saber. He politely offered to show Linda around. It was an excuse to get her 
away from the courts. Quite graciously she accepted his invitation and they 
strolled away from the courts. Billy grumpily went back to hitting the ball. 

Mr. Fitz suggested that they have a ride on the beach. Linda thought that 
would be a swell idea. They went to the stable and Mr. Fitz saddled two 
horses. He had thought about Linda all night. She wasn't a bad-looking bitch 
and easy on the eyes. But there was something cold deep inside here. This 
woman had turned off to men and he wondered why. She thought a lot of 
herself, and women that vain were just so much bullshit to Fitz. He enjoyed 
a woman who was uninhibited and damn near animalistic in bed. 

He had often thought about the sex rebellion currently sweeping the country, 
the streaking, and the turn-on, drop-out society. Women were rebelling and 
using drugs, and all that other crap. But he had to admit he sometimes 
wished things were as they were before the Pill came into existence. Somehow 
sex was not the same for him. Before a man had to be smooth and suave to get 
a woman in bed. A man felt as though the woman was giving him top grade-A 
pussy because there was so much risk involved without the Pill. Women today 
were so desperate to express themselves, and to fuck, they practically 
showed a man everything. Pussy was not a big commodity any more. The new 
breed of females were wild and too aggressive, which drove the average man 
back in the corner. He didn't like seeing women in pants, strolling by 
themselves with no men around, with their faces looking as though they 
forgot how to enjoy life. Everything was too serious today, he thought. 

But Linda didn't look bad in britches. His son had excellent taste; a chip 
off the old block. Linda was even sexier than his mistress, Adell, although 
hardly as experienced as Adell. 

"Did you rest well last night?" he asked, walking the horses out of the 
stable. 

"Yes. I love it here. We're not too far from Carmel are we?" 

"About three miles. Yeah, I love it here myself." 

He helped her up into the saddle and saw how sexy she looked in her white 
jeans. Her sweet ass was swept low and cupped sharply where her cheeks 
rounded off; the tightness of the jeans cut into her crack, and held her 
buttocks firm. 

For a long while they rode along the beach and enjoyed the picturesque 
scenery. Linda felt good. The Carmel seacoast was one of the most beautiful 
in the world. 

"How long have you been my son's teacher?" 

"Only for this semester." 

"I see. Do you enjoy teaching, Linda?" 

"I guess I enjoy my work. I wanted to be a writer at one time, but didn't 
have the one novel in me, so I stayed with the teaching." 

"You're not married?" 

"No, I'm free." 

Fitz was getting a hard-on seeing how sexy Linda was, astride the horse. It 
blew his mind to see girls ride horses, how their tits flopped and bounced 
around, joggling up and down on the saddle, their fat little asses squeezed 
up against the cantle. 

It became more difficult for Fitz to keep his eyes off her. He kept thinking 
about how her tits were sticking out; how wide her hips were. Evidently she 
did not mind him looking at her titties, as she continued to let them 
bounce. She sort of slumped back into the saddle with knees pressed close as 
it she was protecting her prissy pussy. 

The beautiful, sunshiny day made Linda's body feel alive. She had worn silk 
panties this morning and when she saw how tall and rugged Mr. Fitz appeared 
with that big bulge at his fly, it bothered her. She could plainly see his 
prick and she began to get hot flashes. It also excited her pussy sitting 
astride this horse. It was beginning to be a little embarrassing. 

She rode along and began to think of sucking cocks. She did not mind 
admitting that dicks had always fascinated her. Men were often sexually 
aroused watching a woman strut, sit, or stand in provocative positions. It 
was the same with her, only she dug men's and women's bodies. She just did 
not feel complete unless she sucked a guy off after he had fucked her. That 
was the least she could do to show her appreciation; she did not see why the 
hell not. 

Riding horses had been one of her passions when she was a little girl. She 
had loved animals of all kinds and kept a lot of pets, but she enjoyed 
riding horses the most, and often got a charge when she did. This morning 
she had noticed what a magnificent horse her mount was. She had watched 
spellbound when the horse was led around to the paddock, unable to take her 
eyes off the prick. She had stared at how large the horse's cock was in 
comparison to the size of a man. The moment she sat astride his back and 
opened her legs, it was as if the horse knew what a good cunt was on his 
back. 

Riding Western saddle made the fit a snug one against her clit, kept it 
brushing against the horn. The sensation of having her legs open and over 
the horse's body, and joggling up and down was too exciting. It gave her a 
weird feeling of satisfaction that she could make a splendid animal like 
this, horny for her. 

"There is a beautiful view over there by that grove of cypress trees. Let's 
take a rest," Fitz said, being the charming escort. 

She turned her horse and trotted back to him, her breasts bouncing like 
basketballs gone wild. She climbed down and adjusted the saddle. Fitz pulled 
up and climbed down beside her. Suddenly she was very nervous. Fitz must be 
thinking all sorts of bizarre thoughts about her. Her eyes darted down 
between his legs and the old man was built like a bowlegged mule. Maybe he 
thought she would be an easy mark and would make his pitch soon. 

While she faced the horse, Fitz stood behind her, close enough to brush her 
buttocks. He tied the horses and they walked to the top of the hill. The 
green water of the Pacific stretched below like an endless blanket. 

"I wish I could express how good I feel seeing all this splendor," she 
sighed. "Oh, don't you just love it when the ocean is so lovely and summer 
is almost here. California has to be the most beautiful place there is." 

"No place like it in the whole world," he answered, and took a glance down 
at her privates. "I'm glad we have a chance to chat. You must be wondering 
why I asked you up here for the weekend." 

"I thought perhaps Billy's grades-" 

"More than that. Billy's whole career depends on you, Miss Harris. He's a 
mixed-up kid. I have had trouble raising him since his mom ran away with 
another man when he was six years old. The boy is all I have, and he kept me 
from falling apart after my wife ... Billy lost his first tennis match 
Friday. I happen to know where he was the night before. I also know you got 
the kid pussywhipped. I know everything that goes on in town. I could have 
you exposed for what you are. I do believe there is a proper name for that 
kind of thing. But I'm too old and too wise to get uptight. I'm grateful 
that you gave him his first piece; he had to get it from somewhere. Better 
you than one of those dingy school girls with the giggles. I want to see 
that the kid gets through this trying period without getting hurt. He's got 
a great career ahead," 

"Is that why you invited the principal here too?" 

"I learned a long while ago that money works for you when all else fails. 
Billy is failing in his grades. I can't have that. He's failing because he 
has his mind on your body, and not on his tennis, not his graduation. 
However, if you were to tutor him with his studies, I know he would come 
through this with flying colors." 

"What can I say?" 

"Nothing." 

"If I don't, you'll expose our affair." 

He embraced her from behind. His hard cock sank into her jiggly ass. "My son 
seems to have very good taste in selecting you as the first pussy in his 
life. I have to agree with him, you are a very warm, sensuous person." 

She moaned, "And you are smooth as silk, Mr. Fitz. Too smooth to be real." 

Well, what a fine kettle of fish this was. Billy's father was making a play 
for her. The thought of having balled father and son somewhat appealed to 
Linda's sexual nature. 

He had no doubt that he could have his way with her now. "Does rubbing my 
cock against your ass feel good to you, as it does to me? The first time you 
looked at me with that sexy smile, I got turned on," he whispered, and made 
certain that she felt his rod at her cleft. It made her twist backward and 
try to make better contact. 

He kissed her neck. She stiffened. He plunged his tongue into her ear. She 
quaked a bit and whimpered, then said, "I think you and I could become good 
friends, Mr. Fitz." 

He took her in his arms for a kiss. She did not show any resistance. He slid 
his hand over her body and held his breath as he neared her soft ass. He had 
been dying to touch her there. He spread his fingers and grasped her 
buttocks. She dry-fucked against his penis, which rested high on her belly. 
Then she was like a woolly wild thing rubbing her body all over him. 

"I gotta have you, Linda." 

"Do you really mean that? Suddenly I mean that much to you?" 

"Yes, I want to fuck you." 

She stepped back and looked about. Behind them were the awesome-looking 
cypress trees, sculptured by the strong gales that blew off the sea. They 
were away from everything and what she did here with Mr. Fitz would remain a 
secret. 

She began to unbutton her shirt. The shirt came open and her breasts poured 
out into view. Fitz gasped and rubbed his cock. Gawdamn, had his boy been 
sucking on tits this huge? No wonder his grades were slipping. This woman 
was a living freak with tits bigger than he had seen in all his days. 

Soon they were both naked in the wilderness. They melted down onto the 
tickly grass and the sun was warm on their skin. Her legs came open as she 
never once took her eyes off his penis. Her ass began to pump the earth as 
though she was willing to give the planet a good fuck today. There was 
always something in the sea breeze that made her want to fuck, and fuck, and 
fuck! 

He felt her long, slinky body. First he squeezed her thighs and let his hand 
creep between them, slightly yanking her pussy hairs. After lengthy foreplay 
he finally inserted a finger. She wiggled in the grass, trying to control 
herself. She began twisting and churning her tits, pinching her nipples for 
him to see. There was sweat gleaming on his brow as he fitted his hard cock 
against her clitoris to torture her. He quieted her down by slowly grinding 
his prick into her clit, letting her warm up to its size. He held back for 
as long as he could. An uncontrollable sensation ripped through his loins. 
She squirmed her pussy back against his prick, not letting it into her hole. 
They rolled over the grass as he tried to find the right opportunity to 
stick it into her slippery slit. 

"Baby, baby, be still." 

"I'm not going to let you," she whispered through puckered lips, teasing his 
ear with her tongue. 

"You what?" 

He was baffled and retreated a little. He pulled off her to think about 
this. She tossed her head back and flicked the hair from her eyes. 

"I want it the other way," she said with a smile. 

His eyes lit up. Then he was flat on his back and she leaned over his body. 

"I guess I'm a cum-freak." Her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick 
and it waved at her. "I think men have such sexy bodies. I love to suck 
cocks and see how hard they get." 

She showered his penis with hot kisses. She rubbed her giant-sized cans 
against his chest like a kitten who had a tremendous itch. "Hmmm, I love to 
see a man cum in my mouth. I like to kiss away the juice that cakes around 
the shaft," her fingers traced up and down the underside of his penis, " ... 
a cock is so fascinating. It almost seems like magic the way your cock draws 
me to it. It's longer than your son's, and so much bigger!" 

He wiggled his hips and shot his cock up. The cock forcefully popped into 
her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders when it became fully erect and felt the 
warmth of her wet mouth. His entire body rose up to give it all to her; his 
dick was like a long sausage doing a piston motion into her pretty mouth. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth. That's what I like to feel. It's good when 
it's lumpy and hot and runs down out of my mouth ... " 

Fitz was beside himself with gut-tearing passion. In sheer desperation to 
make her hot enough to leave his penis alone, he squeezed her ass and 
tickled her rectum to arouse deeper passion. But it was his cock she was 
after. 

"Hmmm, you're too much, aren't you?" she cooed, like a professional. She 
paused just long enough to take a breath and slurp the juice pouring from 
his slit. 

It felt so funky to have his finger prodding her asshole, drawing out her 
fire. He fingered her asshole as if it was indeed a virgin cove. Her mouth 
took in more of his pud by degrees, until her loins took on a steady rhythm. 
They were grooving and she was socking it to him in a way he would never 
forget. His only defense was to milk down her breasts until they were hot 
enough to make her pussy spill liquid fire. Her tits felt like heavenly 
mounds filled with goodness, her thighs swelled with the lava leaking from 
her pussy. Then her mouth was like a deep, festive well and his penis 
clogged her throat. 

She felt like a whore and let all the dirty thoughts that had ever thrilled 
her libido come forth to play in her mind. All the times when she had gawked 
at a prick. How men on elevators and buses had gazed at her short skirts. 
How their eyes had grown big at the sight of her spirited hips when she 
walked past. How every time she crossed her legs her thighs displayed their 
fullness and her fleshy ass hung heavily over the edge of the chair. How men 
gaped when she provocatively wiggled her ass with a rotation to make them 
think she was in heat for what they had inside their pants. She thought 
about the first time another female had kissed her tender flow and sucked 
her clitoris. How men went absolutely hogshit for her pussy and sometimes 
tried to rape her asshole. Her one virgin hole left. How much she loved what 
they had to fuck her with. 

In the far reaches of her mind she thought she should teach Fitz to respect 
a woman's prize more. He was one of the oldtimers who thought a woman should 
be given dick in the mouth, fucked in the asshole and then thrown aside. 
Those days were gone now and the thing was to get far down into goodness as 
possible, on an equal, sexual basis. For that reason she teased and kissed 
his penis until he trembled and quaked beneath her. He moaned. She bit 
lightly over his crown, then she licked away the mild pain. 

She raised up and took the cock from her mouth and squatted over it. She 
spread her pussy wide and he automatically grabbed his stiff cock. She 
dropped her pussy down on his dick and it shot all the way inside her. She 
drove her cunt down on his cock determinedly, socking it to him. She watched 
the expression on his face with each downward thrust. It was getting too 
good for him to endure. Then she smiled with great satisfaction when she saw 
him grimace, blowing his stack as never before. Then, to be wicked, she gave 
him a few hard thrusts as his shape oozed back into a peewee. 

Fitz was not through yet. He began to kiss her all over her young, tender 
body. Now Linda lay beneath him, twisting, tossing, moaning through clenched 
teeth. Fitz took a long time just staring down at Linda's naked body. He 
kissed down her body, his tongue stroking, teasing, and making suggestive 
circles around her navel. Linda was so inflamed by the burning sensation, 
that she would draw up one leg, drop it back down, and raise the other. She 
did not know exactly what to do to relieve herself. 

Fitz climbed over her body with his face at her cunt. His ass was hovering 
over Linda's face. While he kissed her pussy, Linda was tossing her head 
from side to side, until she accidentally collided with his hanging cock. 
Automatically she raised her hands up to capture it, the next thing she did 
was to nibble it with her teeth! She nibbled, pulled, and finally took as 
much as she could into her mouth. That gave Fitz the shits! 

Fitz started kissing the depths of her pussyhole. That made Linda sit 
straight up, embarrassed and shocked by this new and soul-stirring 
sensation. It flashed in her mind that old men were really good at eating 
young girls' cunt-holes. 

Looking down between her legs he saw how sloppy-wet her cunt-juice was 
pouring out. He felt compassion for her, seeing her wiggle and bend, jerking 
up and down. So he lowered his head, slowly, until he was inches over her 
contracting pussy and he blew his hot breath into it! 

He worked his tongue down into the slimy cunt and brought it to a burning 
geyser. He did not leave one spot of the crevice unlicked or untouched! He 
buried his head inside Linda's thighs, and they both nearly exploded. His 
tongue was flicking fire and fanning that cunt to a fine morsel! 

He felt no qualms as he licked over her buttocks and in between, all over 
her crack until Linda could not stand it and became weaker. He licked his 
tongue up under the asshole to the tip of the cunt, and the rich fluid would 
leak into his mouth-he sucked that in and pushed his pointed tongue into her 
cunt-hole. He held it there and Linda had to squirm her ass around to get 
some action going. At that point he shoved his entire face further up 
between the asscheeks and stuck his wet tongue clear inside the asshole. 
Linda had a fit and busted her nuts, crying, cursing, and loving her newly 
found sex partner. 

"Give me another one, baby. Keep it going for me!" 

He withdrew his tongue and licked the insides of her thighs and underneath 
to where her buttocks came spilling down. "Your pussy is so juicy and your 
thighs are so beautiful!" 

Linda closed her eyes and let the old man have his way with her cunt. Her 
second orgasm came easily and she laid back and waited for the third. 

Chapter Nine 

It was late evening when Linda and Fitz returned to the estate. As they came 
riding up, Bill was backing the station wagon out of the garage. He was in a 
hurry to go to the sport shop to have two rackets strung. 

"Miss Harris, would you like to ride over with me? It's a very nice drive 
along the seacoast." 

"Why don't you do that, Miss Harris," said Mr. Fitz. "Show her a good time, 
Billy. Yes sir, there's no other place on the face of the globe as beautiful 
as our country." 

It was agreed and Linda climbed into the station wagon and they-drove off. 

After putting the horses in the stable, Fitz was in for a pleasant surprise 
when he stepped into the house. The first person he saw was Miller, stark 
naked and holding two bottles of Scotch. 

"What the hell is going on here?" 

"Hiya' Fitz, old boy. Hope you don't mind but things got a little wild here. 
The girls were hot to try something new. One thing led to another and the 
next thing I knew, we were all balling each other." 

"Did Billy see any of this going on?" 

"Naw ... we know better than that. He's been with his friends most of the 
day. You're not pissed, are you?" 

"Hell no. I've been thinking along the same lines. In fact I'm dying to get 
some of that teacher's twat." 

"How did you make out with the other dame?" 

"The best pussy I ever had. I'm telling you, those young bitches can really 
do a number on you. Well, let's go join the party." 

Adell, George, Alice, Yasha, Saber, and Fran were all naked and smashed out 
of their skulls. The house smelled of marijuana and there were whiskey 
glasses all over the living room. Adell and George Jones were in the center 
of the room, on the floor, fucking away. The others sat around, stoned and 
digging their trip. 

"Mmmm, oh honey," Adell blurted out passionately as her whimpering grew 
louder and more severe. George's throbbing penis inside her nookie was 
virtually burning her hole dry. Still she was lusting for more. The grass 
had done its job quickly. Now Adell was on her way to a soul-rocking orgasm. 
Both her legs were jacked up over George's back and his prickshaft was about 
to explode inside her cunt. She dropped her pussy on his steely shaft all 
the way up to the hilt! George cursed profanities and his body stiffened as 
he put a more forceful hold on Adell, so as not to let her ease up. 

Fran kept a close eye on the fucking. Her body tensed up in passion and she 
squirmed involuntarily, trying to brush her snatch over the fibers of the 
carpet. She could feel the friction from the carpet heating her clitoris. No 
one was paying any attention to what she was doing, so she moved her body in 
a grinding movement, trying to keep George's and Adell's rhythm to force 
some kind of an orgasm. She was hotter than she ever remembered, and she had 
to do something fast. The grass made the sensation twice as strong. She felt 
she must release her orgasm before it caused her to pass out. 

Then Mr. Fitz, now naked, passed her a clay pipe and told her to inhale it. 
"That's some good shit, as my son would probably say." 

Fran felt a little uncomfortable because she did not know these people that 
well. She inhaled on the pipe, stood up, and took off her panties. Strange 
... but she wanted them all to see her body now. 

Teddy Saber suddenly loomed over her. She did not know what to say to him. 
He smiled at her, which said he liked her a lot. Fran looked over at his 
wife, Yasha, and she too, was all smiles. Everybody was all smiles. Fran 
grinned, never having felt so absolutely naked in her life. This perfectly 
strange man, with his wife looking at them, wanted to ball her. 

She stood waiting for Saber while he put down his drink. He was a handsome 
guy and she was surprised that he was so turned-on for her. At first he 
seemed like such a sweet guy, both he and his wife. What had happened to 
make him change so suddenly? But he was a doll to look at (Robert Redford 
had nothing on him). His dickhead was skinned back and sticking out like an 
arrow. She couldn't wait to sample some of his meat. Hesitantly she moved 
into his arms. He was much taller than she and it was a strange, tickly 
union. He held her so that her tits were flat against his hairy chest. His 
cock hit her just above her stomach. 

He pulled her closer over his cock and it was so hot that it thrilled her 
beyond reason. Oh shit, he really wanted to ball her in the worst way. His 
mighty prick strained and she felt sorry for the guy. Wow, when men had a 
hard-on and really wanted pussy they were so damn masculine and determined. 
She loved it, and she couldn't help but wonder what the hell Frank was 
doing, back home in Marinda. 

She also wondered what was going through Yasha's mind at that moment. Her 
feminine jealousy did make her take a scrupulous look at Fran. She wondered 
if Fran's cunt was as hot and steamy as her own. Fran was a very pretty girl 
and any man would want to ball her. 

Fran thought Yasha was an attractive woman, and feeling her husband's penis 
against her body told her that Yasha could take a good-sized prick. But 
somehow they were not a happy couple. Yasha seemed the type to want 
something more; her vanity, ego, and super female appetites put her far out 
in front of her husband. She had been wanting to participate in a swapping 
party for a long time. She was now at that age when all women began to doubt 
themselves; one man to sleep with was not quite enough to continuously build 
her ego or restore the feeling of being secure. Fran guessed that Yasha had 
perhaps played around once or twice on Saber, but from the way Yasha's big 
eyes were lit up, she wanted to ball as much as anybody else. 

And the way Saber's cock kept twitching, told Fran that his steely prick was 
going to tear the hell out of her pussy. Amused, she wondered if she could 
tame a cock so intense. 

Saber began to roll his knee into her crotch. Fran drew back a little. He 
pushed harder, much too hot to stop or slow down. Then he put both arms 
around her so that she had to stretch up onto her toes. She was off balance 
and could not keep their bodies apart, helpless but to let his hard cock do 
things to her between her legs. She felt his cock pushed up into her slit. 
She grabbed his shoulder for support and lifted her right leg to give him 
more room. Standing up to fuck was almost Fran's favorite. Thanks to Frank 
she could get it on in practically any position. It was a pleasant surprise 
for Saber to see that she was such a good contortionist. 

He clasped both wrists together just Fran's buttocks to hold the target 
steady. His cock slowly came all the way up into her pussy and all she had 
to do was just sit on it. Saber, being the superjock that he was, was able 
to do his thing. He spread his legs and humped up into her like a dog who 
had just found a soup bone. 

Yasha suddenly found herself sitting on Miller's lap. She smiled sheepishly, 
but nevertheless looked down to see him play with her clitoris. She was 
weightless, faintly aware of his finger touching her skin. She felt the 
moisture of warmth from his mouth when her titties slipped into it, the 
nipples being forcefully sucked. 

"Damn! What a pretty bitch you are," Miller hissed. "I've been digging you 
since you arrived." 

Her breasts were infernos of blazing heat and his teeth were crushing down, 
delicately, while his tongue was a dagger trying to puncture her tit to 
spill its milk into his mouth. Yasha's whole body began to come alive. There 
was a hot, funky suction forming, coming up from the depths of her vagina, 
her womb, and pouring hot cum up through her breasts. Then she heard a voice 
from a distance make a cutting remark. It was Alice Jones being jealous of 
her getting so much dick from Miller; Alice wanted to fuck Miller. The 
selfish bitch, Yasha thought. Alice couldn't stand to see anyone else 
enjoying sex unless she were in on it. That made Yasha angry and she stood 
up and removed her titties from Miller's mouth and let him see her fine, 
freaky body. She tossed her hair and wet her lips just as though she was a 
nympho. She arched her back and wiggled her small asscheeks until they shook 
violently in all directions, and at the same time, quivered in one steady 
roll. 

Hell, she knew the story: Alice Jones was one of those prissy old, pretty, 
puritan bitches who thought she was so damn much. She would not let her 
husband fuck her the way he really wanted; she must have thought he was all 
animal because of the things he wanted to do to her lovely, lily-white body. 
George had evidently grown tired of being put off; he could not get horny 
for Alice any more, and thus became partially impotent. In Yasha's mind she 
was going to restore his masculinity because all he really needed was a 
better piece of pussy. Yasha felt she was capable. 

Yasha got down on her knees and made sure Alice could see what she was 
doing. George spread his legs while he sat on a chair, his cock hanging 
down. He massaged it, and she pushed her mouth forward and grabbed his pud. 
She pulled it with tender fingers and stretched it, trying to release some 
of the pent-up desire, and then everyone in the room heard his painful cries 
when he went off. 

Then Yasha rose off her knees and quite casually flicked her hair in place 
and made sure Alice saw her strut away, as though she had just taken candy 
from a baby. 

"Hey, you're a pretty wild chick, Yasha. You surprise me." Fitz said, coming 
to where Yasha was standing. 

"It's a party isn't it? I can't stand selfish bitches." 

The fucking continued and everybody had fucked everybody at least one time. 
Now they were going around for the second time. Fran was on her knees 
hovering over Mr. Fitz's massive meat. She had most of his cock in her 
mouth, her head bobbing up and down, taking his crown deep in her throat. 
Her lips puckered and smacked over the seething juices seeping from his 
tube. She was not aware of all that was happening around her. The others had 
stopped fucking and were just observing how she sucked Fitz. 

Adell and Alice had nothing to do while George and Miller rested to get 
another hard on, but watching how Fran was doing her number on Fitz aroused 
them all. Alice was excited by the way Fran's ass was sticking up, fanning, 
trying to keep her cunt cool until Fitz was aroused enough to fuck her 
again. This was Alice's second gangbang party, so to speak, and she felt she 
was a pro compared to these people. She looked at the others and wondered if 
they were going to get into the action with Fran and Fitz. To hell with 
them. She just had to taste some of Fran's asshole. 

Alice crawled up close under Fran's ass and touched her lightly. Fran took 
the cock out of her mouth just long enough to look back over her shoulder at 
Alice. The look on Fran's face said that she did not mind a third party 
joining in. "You look so lovely, I thought I'd join in," whispered Alice, 
spreading Fran's asscheeks apart. 

Alice, being the oldest woman there, looked deep into Fran's cleft. The 
hairs around Fran's pussyhole were damp and there were traces of white stuff 
deep inside her snatch. The pussy winked and more of the cum trickled down. 
Alice cocked her head, hypnotized, and stuck a finger into the pussyhole. 
Fran moaned and made a circle with her hips. Alice grasped her cheeks a 
little more firmly and began to eat her in earnest. 

Two fingers were inserted into Fran's asshole while Alice sucked the 
pussy-slit below. She could feel the juices come out of the cunt-hole and 
smear over her mouth. She licked and swallowed most of it, but Fran was 
really in heat. There seemed to be buckets of cum dripping down-Alice was 
really burning the pussy hole out. It was a big thrill for Fran to suck and 
be sucked at the same time. 

George had thought about getting back into the action, but his wife was 
there at Fran's behind. He could fuck Alice any time he wanted, and there 
was nothing to do at Fran's front and because she was going down on Fitz. He 
decided he would wait for an opening. 

Adell was hot to fuck again and she stood up and put her cunt down over 
Fitz's face. She squatted a bit, and gaped open her twat. Now Fitz had some 
pussy to suck while Fran went down on his pud, and Alice had the rear action 
covered. 

George's cock slowly came back to life watching Fran shift around and sit 
down on Fitz's prick. It looked so sexy the way she eased down with her hips 
forward, as though there was a nice, long broom handle slipping up into her 
guts. She made a face that said she was taking a little pain with the sweet 
goodness. She bit her bottom lip and used one leg to hold her weight up off 
the tip of the cock. Adell faced Fran, still squatting over Fitz's face. 
Fitz had hooked both his arms up through Adell's center, which allowed him 
to draw her ass down when he wanted to insert his tongue in her crack. When 
Adell would have an orgasm, there would be fluid dripping down over his 
face. He would push Adell-off his face and run his tongue around his mouth, 
clean away the fluid, and then tongue-fuck her some more. 

Adell saw how Fran's face contorted and she felt compassion. She reached out 
and drew Fran into her arms. She planted a big, juicy kiss on the girl's 
lips. George had never seen two women make love that way. It seemed so 
natural, and at the same time, sexy as hell. He thought just how horny these 
girls were-they had to be to want to fuck each other. Well, he would love to 
give that Fran something to scream about. 

He looked over at Yasha who was just sitting there in a trance. Maybe she 
felt like going around a second time? The first time he fucked her it had 
been pretty good, although she had held back a little because Saber was 
there. His cock had grown big and hard again. He went over to Yasha and she 
looked up to see what he had in mind. His cock flagged in her face and she 
automatically took it in her hands. It jerked in a fucking motion and she 
knew George wanted to jam her up a bit. She stretched out on her side and 
cocked one leg up. He got down on his knees and prodded his weapon into her 
narrow slit. He grunted and pushed about three inches of cock into her slit 
and started to fuck. Yasha had a very talented cunt-hole and she knew how to 
excite a guy. While he huffed and puffed, she looked down at his penis 
driving in her hole. It seemed to excite her no end to see a man fuck her 
that way. She raised up on one elbow and became the contortionist. 

Then Miller came over and lay on his side to position his penis so Yasha 
could blow it off. As soon as she had the penis in her mouth, Miller just 
flaked out and pumped it to her, fast as he could. 

George was about to go crazy. It excited him to see Yasha gumming Miller's 
prick, while his own was deep in her acrobatic cunt. There was something 
about the way she seemed to love having a dick in her mouth. Yasha looked as 
though this might be the only thing she would ever want to do in life: lay 
up with a big prick stuck in her throat, while being fucked at the other 
end. It was not very long before Miller climaxed. George watched carefully 
to see if Yasha would swallow his semen or spit it out. Then he saw her 
motion for Adell to come to her. Adell had been sitting on Fitz's face, but 
when she saw Miller go off, she also wondered what Yasha would do with the 
mouthful of cum. 

Adell came close enough to kiss Yasha. Yasha pulled her even closer, her 
mouth still filled with the fluid. Then their lips touched and Yasha opened 
her mouth to let the cum run down into Adell's mouth. Adell caught most of 
it, but some escaped and dribbled down her chin. 

Seeing the two women pass the cum between themselves, loving the thrill of 
doing such a thing, made old George explode his charge. His entire body 
ached and rocked with the glorious sensation. Both women looked at him 
simultaneously and moved right away to suck him clean. 

Bill Fitz parked the station wagon under a tree just off the road. He 
climbed out and walked around the station wagon and opened the door for 
Linda. He had been strangely quiet during the short ride and she knew there 
was something bugging him. 

"What did you and my father have to talk about that took so damn long?" 

"Mostly about you. Your about your grades." 

Bill faced her and looked deep into her eyes. Then his eyes swept over her 
bulging tits nearly plunging out of her skirt. 

"This isn't working out at all like I had planned. I thought we might have 
some time together. Instead my old man grabs you the first thing and keeps 
you to himself." 

"Your father is a very nice man, Billy. He really cares about you." She 
stroked his chin in a motherly fashion. 

He yanked her to him and tried to roll his penis on her thigh. Linda pulled 
back. 

"Listen," he panted, "we can fuck right here in the car. No one ever uses 
this road. And they won't miss us up at the house." 

"No, Billy, let's be reasonable. I'm really worn out from all that horseback 
riding. I'm very sore from having sat in the saddle all day. Besides, it's 
too risky. Well have plenty of time for sex later." 

"You don't seem to understand. I'm so horny for you my guts are about to 
spill out. I gotta have you, hold you, eat you all up ... " 

"I know, and I'm sorry, Billy. But there just isn't enough time now. I told 
you I'm really bushed." 

"I gotta do something." He grabbed his cock and started playing pocket pool, 
and squeezed his knees together. 

"Right here in the open, huh?" she said, rather annoyed. "Take out your 
dick." 

"What?" 

"Take out your dick and let me see it." 

He hurriedly opened his fly and pulled his penis free. Linda gave out with a 
sexy whistle when she saw that he hadn't been kidding. The kid's toy was as 
big as a baseball bat. 

"Hmmm, it looks delicious, Billy. That's what I like about you. You're such 
a man and your dick is always so hard." Her voice was that of an enchantress 
now. 

She stepped back from him. He automatically moved toward her with his cock 
preceeding him by a good mile! She held up both hands to halt him. 

"No, no, I just want you to look at me. Will you do that for me, Billy? And 
I'll look at your dick while you look at me." 

All Bill could do was hold his head up and pant for mercy. 

Linda unbuttoned her blouse for the second time today. She pulled one tit 
free and squeezed it into a cone. Billy gasped. She looked down at his cock 
and licked her lips, implying she was hungry for his meat in her mouth. 
Billy grabbed his penis and started to beat his meat. She knew that he 
became overly excited just seeing her huge breasts. She raised both arms 
high above her head and made her big, booming tits sway from side to side. 
Billy beat the meat faster. Then she began to bump and grind, wiggling all 
the way down to her knees, then grinding up again. Billy nearly fainted. The 
suggestive moments made her tits flop up and down, and when she wiggled 
upward, the tits smacked her in the face! 

She quickly peeled down her jeans and showed him her pussy. She leaned back 
against the station wagon and arched out her hips while she fingered her 
clit. She cocked the thumb of that hand and began poking her fingers stiffly 
into her cunt-hole. She clenched her teeth as she looked down at her pussy, 
as if she were being turned on by looking at it, which made young Billy want 
to ball her even more. Just to touch her would have done the trick. 

Bill came, wide-legged, over to her and stood with his boy meat stretching 
and straining to touch her body. But he did not dare try for an insertion. 

"I bet your cock would feel, oh, so good inside me ... " Her eyes rolled and 
she sucked her bottom lip. 

"Let me have some pussy-let me fuck you." 

"No," she teased, while milking her tits again-pushing them upward and 
outward. "I want you to see me. I want to see if you really care for me, or 
is it just my pussy?" 

His fist pumped frantically over his shaft. He could not stand it a moment 
longer. If she was not going to let him fuck her, he sure as shit could not 
hold it back. One final look at her big breasts brought about the 
realization that a woman so magnificently sculptured actually belonged to 
him. 

"Make it hot for me, sweetheart." 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " he groaned. 

"C'mon, do this for Momma. You always shoot off so pretty. When you go off 
you drop a big, heavy load. Think of how good it was the last time you stuck 
that good dick in my pint-sized cunt. Think how hard it gets when you have 
your dick deep in me-how I kissed it the first time we were together. And" 
how you exploded all over my face and your come got in my face and hair ... 
remember?" 

"I remember-oh, how I remember!" 

"It was good, wasn't it?" 

"Suck it for me now, suck it please! Take me out of my misery ... help me." 

"Ohhh babeeee ... you're doing just fine. Look down at yourself-see how big 
it's growing. It looks so sweet and long, so much bigger than any dick I've 
ever seen before." 

She licked her tongue out at him. He trembled. 

"Oh, ahhh, oh, ahh ... " 

"Here-stick your finger in my pussy." 

She spread her legs open and brushed her pussyhairs aside so he could see 
her hole better. Then with two fingers she entrapped her clit and yanked 
down on it. The clit became a hardened tongue the size of her thumb. 

"See-I have a little peewee the same as you. If I stretch it like this-it 
comes all the way out. See me?" 

Billy had an orgasm so good that it threw him back against a tree. As he 
went off he slid slowly down to the ground with his penis erupting like a 
volcano. 

Chapter Ten 

Three days after returning from spending the weekend at Mr. Fitz's place, 
Alice Jones was raking leaves in her backyard. She happened to notice she 
was being observed from the upstairs window of the house next door. Little 
Johnny Sutton, the next-door neighbor's ten-year-old son, kept his eyes 
glued to her figure as Alice strutted about the yard. 

She became self-conscious in the shorts she was wearing. She felt like a 
seductress. Little Johnny had stayed home from school because of a bad cold. 
Both his parents worked. The backyard was well concealed from other prying 
eyes. Something came over Alice. Why not let the kid see her, she thought. 

She stopped her work and went into the house. When she came back out, she 
was in a bikini and carried a bottle of suntan lotion. She stretched out in 
the sun where she knew the kid could see her. She rubbed lotion over her 
body, making sure that the boy was watching everything she did. It was a 
darling idea and she quickly took off her halter and let her tits spring 
free. That had to make Johnny's little prick get hard. 

He wanted a closer look and he ran downstairs, thinking Alice would not see 
him standing behind the hedge. But she smiled and called him over and they 
began to talk. They discussed neighborhood stuff, and Johnny's school work. 
He said that his grandmother, who was taking care of him, was asleep inside 
the house. They had a very nice conversation, and she offered him a glass of 
milk and led the way into the kitchen. 

Alice knew that if she got caught she would be in deep shit, but she was 
willing to take the chance. 

Inside the kitchen she could feel the boy's eyes on her ass. Her bikini was 
much too small to conceal her ample buttocks. She was embarrassed, feeling 
her flesh shake violently, knowing that she had taken on some weight. With 
each step she felt as though her cheeks were going to slip out of the bottom 
of her scanty covering. 

As he drank his milk she sat in a chair, facing him, and continued to spread 
lotion on her legs. She spread her legs apart and brought her hands 
teasingly up the insides of them. The material of her bikini was pulled 
tight over her cunt and she was sure little Johnny saw the slit down her 
middle. Alice was beginning to get aroused by it all. 

His eyes stayed on her while she made idle chatter. She saw him bring his 
knees together as though his peewee pained him when it swelled. Finally, she 
told him to come out into the living room. She was finding it too difficult 
to stall the game any longer. When they reached the couch, she simply 
decided to lower her bottoms. Little Johnny's eyes got as large as saucers 
and they were glued onto her pussy. She pushed her hips forward and parted 
her cunt so that he could see her hole. She licked one finger and stroked it 
down the center. The boy could barely keep still, and his cock began to make 
a bulge in his pants. 

Little Johnny was not bashful. He wanted to feel her titties right away. 
Alice let him. She did not see any harm, knowing that no one would be 
watching. Her pussy got hotter when he caressed up and down her legs. She 
let him stick one finger into her cunt. He twirled it around for a second, 
then she leaped up from the couch. Suddenly she was drawn up in it. She 
stood in front of the boy where he could see her crotch. She took a handful 
of her pussy, to arouse the boy even more. 

She saw how aroused he became when he saw how soft and good it looked 
between her thighs. She shifted her weight so that it rested on one leg, 
which opened a little space so that he could see the inner lips of her pussy 
better. 

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, seeing him reach for her leg and 
encircled it. 

"You look pretty, lady." 

"Why thank you, Johnny. How nice of you to say that." 

Then he put both hands around her thighs and she started to pull back, but 
he was really acting as though she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. 
He squeezed and his little fingers sunk into her buttocks. His mouth was 
directly against her pussy and she could feel his hot breath. He fingered 
her asshole. Before she could say stop, he was licking the insides of her 
thighs, going from one side to the other. At first it tickled, then it got 
more intense as his wet tongue moved over her like a serpent. Little 
Johnny's voice became muffled as he moved in between her thighs. She had to 
stiffen her body. His kisses were burning her. Now his tongue was sliding 
back and forth along her pussy. She opened her legs and his tongue came into 
her the way a penis would. She caught his head between her legs and wiggled 
to make it better. She teased his tongue with her slit and he was soon 
frantic and slurping her cunt-juice. 

Alice knew it was wrong to take advantage of a kid so young, but she was far 
past the stage of stopping it. She bent down and opened his fly; she wanted 
the real thing now. She closed her eyes and remembered the last time her 
husband fucked her. George had a big universal-sized cock and it had left 
her sore for days. He had sucked her off and kissed deep in her ass. It was 
embarrassing because George had never sucked her ass before. Maybe she could 
get little Johnny to do that to her. After all, he was still young and did 
not know the difference. 

As it happened, there was not that much to teach little Johnny. He knew just 
what to do. He was good at it too. He showed her what it was like to get her 
cunt sucked and played in by a hot tongue. He enjoyed licking her from the 
other end as well. Of course she had some reservations about letting him do 
that, his being so young and innocent, but it was good to let a child find 
out things for himself. It was a beautiful arrangement because now she would 
not have to masturbate today, and any time she got a little horny, all she 
had to do was to call little Johnny over. He had shown her that he was crazy 
about her pussy, and willing. It was marvelous the way the younger 
generation picked up things so quickly. No matter what you tried to keep 
secret from them, they always managed to discover it. 

It was perfect for Alice. Now she had a weapon to combat her husband with. 
If she put him on rations, maybe he would come to bed more often. 

She was all smiles the rest of the day after little Johnny had left her. 

The very next day Alice called Johnny over to the house again. She wasted no 
time in getting him worked up so she could suck him. But she was due for a 
surprise because she did not know that Johnny had mentioned yesterday's 
visit to his grandmother and the grandmother had told the boy's parents that 
evening. She had just begun to go down on Johnny when the grandmother came 
barging in through the kitchen door. 

"Well, well," said the outraged grandmother, "you oughta be ashamed of 
yourself, Alice Jones. I thought so! I'm going to see that this whole town 
knows about you!" 

"Oh, wait, please-I didn't mean any harm. Don't expose me. My husband is a 
principal and he would lose his job and we'd be run out of town!" 

It was past ten o'clock and Spike and Barney had not scored on any chicks. 
Friday nights were always a bit slow on the stem. They cruised down the main 
drag looking for girls to pick up. No luck. They turned into Derby's 
Drive-In and parked. Most of the kids from Wilbur High hung out at Derby's. 
After parties or a school dance they all brought their dates here for 
hamburgers and French fries. Tonight seemed slow and Spike and Barney got 
out and car-hopped for a while. Then they spotted their pal, Bobby Wills. 

Bobby was sitting with a freckle-faced girl named Jeanie. Spike and Barney 
stopped. 

"Where did you get that nice lookin' piece of ass, Bobby?" 

"Yeah, you sure are becoming popular with the chicks all of a sudden. What 
happened, did you change your hair tonic?" Spike laughed. 

Bobby said, "Shee, is you got it, you just got it!" 

Bobby got out of his car and pulled the two boys aside. "The chick with me 
is Jeanie Baker. She really flipped out over me. I'm gonna sting that twat 
tonight. Got a motel already lined up." 

"Dig, Bobby. Is it true that Miss Harris gave you a blow job?" 

"You guys didn't believe me, did you? I wouldn't lie about that. Man, Miss 
Harris will suck your cock right off! She digs young guys. The chick's 
dynamite!" 

"Can you picture a sexy doll like Harris going down, baby? Imagine that. But 
dig it, cool breeze, the word is out that Billy Fitz is makin' it with her 
too. The broad has even spent the weekend at Bill's old man's place. Now you 
know there had to be some action going on in that pad." 

"Yeah, I bet Billy and his dad fucked the shit out of Miss Harris." 

Bobby tried to tell them, "She's easy to lay, man." 

"Ah, come on, Bobby. I bet you didn't screw the broad." 

"Well ... I didn't actually fuck her, but I could have!" 

"I sure would like to fuck her, Jack!" 

"Hey, all you gotta do is go by her house and show her your cock. She'd go 
down in a flash. I know! You guys are missing out, I'm telling you. See the 
chick I'm with? The word got out that I'm a super cocksman because I hit on 
Miss Harris. Now all the young cunts want to give some, because of my mature 
experience." He stepped back and popped his fingers. "Oweeeo, let's hear it 
for the mature experience! Can you dig it?" 

"Cut it out, you creep." 

Spike and Barney went back to their car and climbed in. They looked at each 
other. 

"Suppose that creep is telling the truth?" 

"Well, if Miss Harris fucked him, she will fuck anybody. The broad gotta be 
hard up. So why don't we take a swing by her house? Tonight would be a good 
night because old Billy-boy went to a sportsman's dinner to pick up another 
trophy. So he won't be in our way." 

"You ain't said shit, let's go!" 

Linda Harris was alone in the house and had just had a soothing bath. She 
slipped into a robe and was drying her hair, preparing for bed, when the 
door bell rang. She answered it, and the moment she saw Spike and Barney she 
sensed trouble. These two boys were the leaders of the "Rat Pack" at Wilbur 
High. They had a reputation for rustling pussy from young girls and pushing 
pot on campus. 

"Hello there, Miss Harris. Mind if we come in?" Barney put his foot in the 
door. 

"I was just getting ready to retire. What do you boys want?" 

"Billy sent us over to tell you something." 

"For a teacher you are incredibly stupid." Spike shoved his way inside and 
looked around. 

Linda knew that if she fought them it would only encourage them. It was best 
to play it cool and maybe they would see how stupid they were. 

"Please hurry with what you have to say." 

"Are you all alone here, toots?" 

"Don't force me to be rude, boys. State your business." 

"Well ... we just thought you might want some company." 

"Maybe you want some of this-" Barney rubbed his cock so she could see his 
hard. 

"Billy said we should come over and you'd fix us up, Teach." 

Spike closed the front door. 

Billy Fitz had decided that he was not going to college. He was going to 
talk his dad into sponsoring his tennis career. He also decided to come 
right out and ask Miss Harris to live with him. It did not matter that she 
was years older than he was. His family had money and money would make up 
for the age difference. At least he could support her in comfort. 

It was late when he left the sportsman's dinner, carrying the trophy for 
best athlete of the year. He drove directly to Linda Harris' house. He had 
to tell her his plans. He hurried up the walk toward the front door. The 
light was still on in the living room. Fran would not be there because she 
was spending the night with Frank. He saw a shadow move inside and wondered 
if Miss Harris had company. Instead of knocking, he went to the window and 
peeked in. He could not believe what he saw: 

There was Miss Harris, naked, sitting astride Barney's cock. Spike stood 
over her face, making her suck his pud. He saw Spike stand rigid as he shot 
off into her mouth. 

He could not believe that she would give it to two guys at one time. Somehow 
that seemed wicked, and implied that he would never be able to please her 
himself. One man was not enough, in any way, shape, or form, for Linda 
Harris. She was a bitch with two faces. She was greedy to be fucked, and 
fuck. The thing that hurt him most was the fact that she was thoroughly 
enjoying it. He thought she would at least have had the decency to take the 
boys into her bedroom. Instead she was fucking them in the front room, on 
the floor. The scene must have been pretty hot and frantic before he arrived 
at the window. He could see it all-how they had probably just walked in and 
showed her their cocks and she had been so frantic and horny that she leaped 
for them. She probably sucked them both at the same time. What a picture 
that must have been, with her sucking on one, then the other, until they 
both shot off. And young guys shot off a lot of stuff from their pricks, 
which meant she must have gotten a double mouthful. 

Now she was jacked over a chair. She was on her knees on the chair, leaning 
over the back of it, sucking and pulling on Spike's cock. Barney was behind 
her putting so much cock to her slit that it was almost more than she could 
handle. She made loud smacking noises with her mouth as if to excite them to 
do their damndest. They tried, and it was slowly getting to her. Barney kept 
playing with her soft ass, pinching, squeezing, and patting her cheeks to 
make them quiver, as his long spear shot in and out of her like a piston. 
Once in a while he would strike too deep and she would ease off Spike's 
dick, hold her head back and grunt until Barney had enough of the deep 
action. Then she would shove Spike's dick into her mouth. 

Spike was watching Barney fuck her and it made his dick all the harder and 
that much closer to blowing his stack. Then both boys were fucking as fast 
as they could go. She was getting it from both ends, fast and furious and 
she was trying to keep up with their paces. 

Suddenly the front door came banging in! Spike and Barney stopped fucking. 
Linda looked back over her shoulders, but made sure Barney's dick stayed 
deep in her asshole. 

"Now wait a minute, Billy-don't get pissed!" said Spike, backing away from 
the teacher. 

"Yeah, man, we were only having a little fun. I mean, she-" 

"Get your asses out of here before I break your necks! Ya' fuckin' 
meathead!" 

Barney tried to finish getting his nut off in spite of the threat. Linda 
cowered away and back against the wall. Then Billy glared at Barney with 
intent to become violent. Both boys grabbed up their clothes and split 
through the door. 

Billy slowly turned to face beautiful, half-fulfilled Linda, panting, afraid 
of what he might do to her. 

"OK lady, if this is the way you want to play the game. But you should have 
told me sooner that you couldn't get enough. I had a lot more to give." 

"Billy I didn't mean to hurt you, honest. I don't know what came over me." 

"I know. The same thing that suddenly came over you when you balled my dad. 
I know you fuck my dad." 

"What?" 

"He set you up, teacher. He told me you were a cum-freak who got turned on 
by her students. He said that you would fuck any cock you could get-and 
that's why he invited you up to our place that weekend. Dad was right about 
you." 

"That's not true." 

"It's true and you and I are through. But before I go, I'm going to show you 
a trick or two. I'm gonna give you the best fuck of your life. One to 
remember me by." 

He stood in front of her and dropped his jeans. His hard cock stood out like 
a fallen treetrunk! 

Chapter Eleven 

Linda and Fran waved good bye to Marinda and gave it the finger. Linda took 
one last look behind her before turning the car on to Highway 101 toward Los 
Angeles. To hell with Marinda and all its pompous, phony citizens. There had 
to be a better way of life waiting for them in Hollywood. Who knows? She and 
Fran might become stars. All it took was the right blow job on the right 
producer's cock, and a girl could become a star overnight. But teaching, as 
far as she and Fran were concerned, was for the birds. There was still too 
much glorious life to live, too many good cocks to suck and fuck. Teaching 
was for those persons who had lived life and experienced it fully, as they 
now intended to do in Hollywood. 

Linda had given it a great deal of thought. Leaving Marinda was the best 
thing to do. Billy Fitz, sweet boy that he was, would go on to become 
another Pancho Gonzales, and his dad would continue to chase young gals and 
make millions. Poor Alice Jones and Mr. Jones had been run out of town 
because of the scandal about that young boy, which also helped Linda decide 
her fate. She and Fran were going to the big city and see how the 
pussy-and-dick game was played there. 

"I'm starting to miss Frank already." 

"There'll be plenty of big cocks waiting for us in L.A. Just keep sucking 
your thumb and keep your legs crossed." 

"Hey-look up ahead there! Is he hitch hiking?" 

"Yeah, cute guy, huh? He doesn't look bad." 

"I bet he's got a big cock, too!" 

"Let's stop and pick him up." 

"Why not? It's a long ride to L.A. There's nothing like a good meal along 
the way." 

"You said it, Teach. Let's give this guy a lesson." 


End
