Dora, The Deviate Housewife
by R.B. Simpson


FOREWORD 

Sexual deprivation is the strongest forerunner to sexual perversion 
possible. The idea that a person, like a young widow, can be good by 
avoiding sex, is a sad comment on the standards of modern society. 
Deprivation proves nothing. It creates frustration and dissatisfaction. It 
limits the individual's right to a very particular and personal kind of 
pleasure. 

No matter how the case for sexual deprivation is presented, usually it is a 
matter of a person satisfying his or her own sexual needs on a regular basis 
who is telling somebody else that they don't need and shouldn't have sex. 

In this book, which explores the lengths a lonely woman, or a frustrated 
woman, or a neglected woman, will go to be sexually satisfied, the sheer 
size of the problem of sexuality in America is explored. Sex for most people 
is a natural act in the context of their lives. Deprivation is an unnatural 
act. 

It is the creation of an unnatural condition which ultimately leads to 
perversion. And as this book demonstrates, once there, it is hard to turn 
back. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

"You aren't hard, are you?" Dora Masters asked as she handed back the 
stainless steel flask. She stole a glance at the smooth-shaven face of Dave 
Thomas. She had met him an hour before in the bar of the sprawling truck 
stop in the fringe of the Idaho mountains. 

He didn't answer until he had taken a swig of the brandy. "What?" 

"You aren't hard, are you?" the petite honey blonde repeated, her 
straight-forward talk having an exhilarating, sensual effect between her 
legs. 

"Hard-up," the tall, heavy-set salesman of matchbook advertising, bar and 
cafe napkins and novelties said tersely, stretching his long legs against 
the floorboards of the black Chrysler with the backseat cluttered with 
samples. 

"Dora, you come on fast and strong," Dave smiled tentatively. "Don't tell me 
you're just a tease?" 

Before answering, Dora peered at the massive, log structure a couple of 
hundred feet away. She let her gaze swing through the windshield toward the 
melodious flow of the Payette River fifty feet in front and below them. "Not 
a tease, Dave. So, you're hard-up-but not haaaaaard?" 

With trembling fingers, he uncapped the flask again and offered it. Dora 
refused. She heard him swallow, but her eyes were on the tented mound of his 
suit pants. "That's terrif," she breathed, scooting toward him. "My 
husband-died a year ago-was either modest or ashamed of what he had. You 
aren't ashamed of how you're hung, are you? Anyway, it's the way a man uses 
it, not how much he has." 

Dave nodded dumbly, quivered as she laid a small, dainty hand on his heavy 
right thigh. "God, I've known a few ladies who come on like you-but none as 
pretty." 

Dora laughed musically, her hand caressing up and down his leg, fingertips 
inquiring tauntingly toward the husky mound. "I don't want you hard yet," 
she crooned, her breath quickening. "Like I said about my husband-he never 
would let me." 

"Let you what?" Dave groaned, tensing in the seat. 

"Let me play with him," she answered easily. "Like, I've always been 
intrigued with the idea of-I'll show you. Okay?" 

Dave nodded silently as she turned in the seat, both of her hands slithering 
to the fly of his pants. 

The zipper slid smoothly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to 
have it get ready in my mouth." 

"Oh, Jesus," Dave breathed as one of her hands scooped into his shorts, cool 
fingers touching the curve of his plump peter. "I thought we were going to 
your place. You said you had a place near here." 

"About four miles," Dora murmured, prying his still limp meat out of his 
pants. "Don't worry about anyone coming by," she assured, squinting quickly 
at the darkening canyon. "Aaah, looks nice. Just don't get hard-fast-like," 
she breathed heavily. 

Dave moaned as she cradled the stump of flesh in both hands. "Why don't you 
push your, pants and shorts down to your feet?" she purred, eyes avid on his 
ripe dick. 

He glanced furtively around the empty parking lot and picnic area. "God, why 
not? But if a damned sheriff comes by...?" 

"Don't worry about it," Dora encouraged, clinging to his hot dick as he 
shoved his clothing down. "Go ahead, take them all the way off. In a little 
bit, we'll drive to my house. No one will see us-me-, Dave." 

Clumsily, he gathered up his pants and shorts and rolled them, put them 
behind the seat. "Gooooooooood," Dora wheezed, using the fingers of both 
hands to roll back the thick foreskin. "Don't get hard," she admonished. "Do 
that in my mouth. Okay?" 

"Maybe I can't get it up," he gasped as her soft fingers stroked the thick 
skin up and down his thick, pliable tusk. 

"Just lean back and let Dora have her way," the flushed blonde said huskily, 
leaning to lower her face toward his hairy crotch. She hauled the skin back 
over the corona and licked at the pear-shaped glans. Dave groaned and his 
body heaved at the touch of her tongue on the end of his cock. 

"Uuuuuuummmmm," Dora sighed, taking the ripe fruit into her mouth, nibbling 
behind the thick ridge. She squirmed on the seat, letting her tongue feed 
the glob of hot, raw meat into her throat. Her tongue traveled up and down 
the underside, along the sides, feeling the responsive tremblings of his 
organ. 

She sucked voraciously, swallowing to encourage the big bulb into her 
gullet. She tasted the flavor of soap from his morning shower at the motel 
in Cascade, several miles north. But the flavor she savored most was his 
musky, sweet-salt maleness. 

Her eyes blinked rapidly as his swelling began to glut her mouth and throat. 
As his prick began to grow rigid, she was inclined to retreat from the 
steady growth that was bloating into her throat. She breathed shakily 
through her nose and pressed her forehead to his heaving groin. 

His prick began stretching her jaws and lips and was sliding slowly into her 
stuffed gullet. Magnificent, she thought dreamily, focusing all her senses 
on what she was doing and the exhilarating experience of having a man's 
prick getting ready to fuck while in her face. 

Her body was trembling as he laid a heavy hand on her bottom. "Want me to 
finger-fuck you or anything? he panted. 

Dora shook her head on his mouth-spindling prick. She did rotate her butt, 
encouraging him to rub the cheeks through her walking shorts. She choked 
briefly as her throat absorbed her fully erect pecker. Maybe eight inches, 
she calculated. 

I haven't sucked a cock this big since Daddy's, she mused dreamily, setting 
her tongue to work like a wild snake around the deeply penetrating shaft. As 
his fingers rubbed at the deep cleavage between her breasts, she worked a 
hand behind him and lifted his balls with the other. He read her intention 
and lifted himself slightly so she could get her hand far into the crack of 
his ass. 

He gasped plaintively as she sucked hard on his fully extended cock and she 
pressed a finger against his hair-fringed anus. She twisted her face back 
and forth to goad his massive sex-appendage and he shuddered, relaxing just 
enough to let her intrude a finger into his hot, tight rectum. 

Dave's insides coiled and writhed as she squirmed her finger inside him and 
sucked cock with passionate intensity. "I'm gonna cum off in your mouth, 
Dora," he whined, his butt joggling as he punched his prick at her engulfing 
mouth. 

She nodded her assent and bobbed her head, mouthfucking him in small, 
vacuuming strokes. She gripped his heavy gonads and rolled them back and 
forth in their hairy sac. Go, she thought. I mean, CUM! 

He got a hand under her breast and began twiddling a nipple as his palm 
captured a hot, hard tittie through the thin halter she wore. His hard meat 
quivered in his lips and she caved in her cheeks to mouth-love his expanding 
prong. She felt his pump being primed and hauled in a deep breath, the air 
sort of whistling into her narrowed nares. 

It seemed the first gush of cum was so strong it would tear out her throat 
and surely blasted all the way into her stomach. 

His hot, thick jizz seemed to stick to the walls of her gullet and Dora 
swallowed at his monstrous prick, trying to get it and his rich cream to go 
all the way down. Each time she thought he was about finished, he unleashed 
another heavenly explosion of cum. 

Dave's prick was slimy with her saliva and she wished she had waited until 
they got to her house back in a ways, on the slope of the mountain 
overlooking the river. It would be lubricated for a smooth plunge into her 
hungry pussy. She finger loved his balls and fingered around in his 
convulsing asshole as he slowly sprayed out his lust in her throat. 

Reluctantly, her vision returning, she backed her lips off his quivering 
cock and licked a slight trickle of jizz from the immense knob. "Fantastic," 
she sighed, the hand leaving his balls to milk out the last droplet of his 
male syrup. 

At last, she straightened, patted his ample genitals lovingly. "You can do 
more when we get to my place, can't you, Dave?" 

"Lead the way," he groaned, turning in the seat. 

"Oh, forget your pants," Dora admonished, sliding away and opening the door. 
"That's my station wagon right over there. You just follow me across the 
bridge, up the highway about a mile, then onto a side road. No one will see 
you. And you'll be all ready to make love when we get to my house. No one 
can see us. I go around the place naked all the time, except when the 
workmen were there." 

She slammed the door and swaggered toward her car. 

It was deep dusk when Dora parked at the rear of the house. She left plenty 
of room and Dave swung his car in beside her Ford. "Come on," she called 
cheerfully, leading the way to the back door. "Bring your pants-it gets 
chilly in the mountains, even in summer at night. And the electrician and 
plumber are due back tomorrow to finish. I have lights, but the electric 
heat hasn't been connected." 

She didn't wait for him, but went to the kitchen and mixed two drinks 
without asking if he wanted one. Hearing the back door close, she called, "I 
bought this land and had the house moved in after my husband died. We can 
build a fire in the fireplace and make it cozy enough." 

Dora handed him a glass and sauntered ahead of him into the high-ceilinged 
living room. "Welcome to Dora's domicile." She stooped to put a match to the 
fire already laid in the fireplace. Dora's sex haven, she mused. Dora's 
cocksucker's delight; Dora's queer refuge. 

She straightened, set her glass on the mantle of native stone and slowly 
removed her halter, letting her sun-bronzed, opulent breasts bob free. 

"Lord," Dave breathed, eyes bulging as she deftly stepped out of her shorts 
and panties, turned back and forth, letting him goggle her nakedness, "I'm 
not criticizing, but what turns women into... " 

"Nymphos," Dora supplied with a tight smile, her hands lifting her sassy 
boobies and tweaking the copper-toned tips. "Maybe I'm a sex fiend or a 
nympho or just depraved. Why am I so hot and bothered and aggressive? You 
wouldn't be interested. Maybe I got this way one night in a Portland alley. 
Maybe my daddy taught me." 

She laughed at his confused expression, took down her glass and swaggered 
toward him. "Throw your pants on that table, take off your coat and shirt." 
When he hesitated, she seized his thick, puffy peter and led him across the 
room. 

Dora clung to his cock, squeezing and stroking it while he removed his 
shirt. "Can you get hard by yourself-or do you want me to jack you off? If 
that doesn't work," she added, eyes twinkling, "I could go down on you again 
and blow-job you some more. Except the next time, I want you to blast your 
cannon in my cunny while you're fucking me fast as you can." 

Dave nodded, a big hand resting on her bare shoulder as he swigged at his 
drink. "This is going to be a nice place," he muttered, the hand slipping to 
her jutting tittie. 

"Yet," Dora agreed, sliding back the thick skin that barely covered the plum 
on the end of his dong. "A regular sex heaven. Isolated, yet handy. Not many 
miles to Boise or anything. A perfect place to get laid or make it with a 
gal." 

His hand tightened on her luscious breast. "You make it with women, too?" 

"I'm not opposed," Dora shook her blonde tresses, jacking him off 
methodically, reveling in the sensation of a husky cock growing long and 
thick in her hand. "Not that I object, but I don't think I'll have to suck 
you off again to get your prick ready." 

"Not hardly," Dave moaned, his body weaving in coital fashion as she stroked 
his cock expertly and smiled winsomely into his tense face. 

"Where do you want to fuck?" Dora blew him a kiss. "We could do it standing 
up, but you're so tall, I couldn't get any action into it-with my feet two 
feet off the floor. But I would be sure of one thing, having all your 
marvelous prick buried up my pussy." 

She milked clear honey from the big slit in the tip of his prick and rubbed 
and smeared it over the smooth-skinned apple. She stepped close to him and 
rubbed the head of his prick around on her belly, held it firmly against her 
navel. 

He finished his drink and set the glass on the table beside his clothes. She 
set her glass with his and leaned to him, her lips puckering and sucking 
around one of his male nipples. 

Her passion exploded violently, inner flames flashing like those in the 
fireplace. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Dave! Take me. Fuck me now! Be a man and take 
me. Any way you want! Just ram your fabulous prick into me!" 

Both of her hands seized his giant sex-trunk and milked it in long, 
demanding caresses. She sighed with anticipation as he bent and hefted her 
naked body into his long arms. She hugged his neck, pressing her titties to 
him as he carried her across the room, lowered her to the carpet before the 
fireplace. 

"Oooooohhhh, yesssssssss," she breathed sibilantly as her golden body was 
stretched out. Immediately, as he hovered over her, she swept her legs high, 
hands on the backs of her thighs, knees fanned wide, giving him easy access 
to her upward-tilted crotch. 

Her tiny, itching little asshole twitched and pooched as he knelt in her 
prepared saddle, his thick torso spreading her thighs 'til her pelvis seemed 
to creak. "Ooooohhh, yes, Dave, come on with your big prick." Delicious 
sensations of erotic delight pulsed through her as he used the fingers of 
both hands to press apart the passion-puffed outer petals of her pussy. 

He held her pussy lips in a wide smile with the fingers of one hand while he 
bent the point of his sex-harpoon at her long, narrow, gleaming gash. Her 
hips bucked as he made contact, plowing the knob of his cock up and down her 
lust-greased rut. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeekkkkkkkeeeessssss," she squealed, shaking and rotating 
her bottom as he pushed at her with his long, thick axle. Her breath caught 
as he hunched his cock at her hot, tight hole. 

"Huuuuuurrrrrrrrry," she pleaded, eyes rolling as he popped his plum into 
her cherry basket. Her mouth watered and her lips contorted as her lower 
body trembled with his slow, steady penetration. "Sock the cock to me," she 
whined, feeling the twin fires consuming her-one lashing at his invading 
faggot, the other roaring out of control in her bowels. 

Dora rolled back on her shoulders, got her legs looped over his shoulders so 
that her snatch was presented to him without obstruction. She reached 
between them and stretched her cunt lips apart, fingertips tickling his 
inward gouging cock. "Your daddy screwed you?" Dave grunted, wrestling his 
body between her helpless legs. 

"Yaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Dora gulped, "long time ago-caught me screwing 
schoolmates in his camp trailer. Not as good as you're giving me now," she 
whimpered, delighting in the way his massive cock was stretching her 
insides. 

"What about your mother?" Dave breathed, on his elbows, his hands folded 
over her lolling boobies. 

"Shit-after awhile she would sit on her chair sewing, watching from time to 
time and talking like nothing was going on," Dora panted, her legs levering 
on his muscular shoulders to lift her snatch onto his impaling prick. 
"Crazy," Dave offered. 

"Sure," Dora agreed, feeling his coarse pubic mesh beginning to mingle with 
the spun gold of her muff. "But that was okay. Daddy was good with his prick 
and Mother never did give him all the hot pussy he needed. It worked out all 
the way around." 

Dora cringed as he gave her a sudden, two-inch lunge at the fat head of his 
cock deepened her sex well. His groin mashed her little Venus pillow and she 
milked her sphincters around his grotesquely huge cock-barrel. 

He kept his hands working on her hard titties and her torrid twat milked 
away at his male teat. He lowered his chest and she had to turn her face 
away to avoid being smothered by the hair that carpeted his body. 

"After my blow-job, how long can you fuck me before you cum again?" she 
queried softly. 

"You 'bout sucked me dry-just name it," Dave laughed. 

Her nerves tingled and she shimmied into a minor orgasm as he withdrew about 
half of his prick. "About a hundred hours," she moaned, gritting her teeth 
with ecstasy, her vision blurring as he pumped his massive prick back into 
her gripping pussy. 

Dora's climax blazed into full bloom as he thumped his cock into her cunt 
with several rapid pumps. "May not take that many hours," she sighed 
tremulously, a million stars exploding in her head and a volcano erupting 
like Vesuvius in her snatch. 

"Before you leave, I wish I could lay your sausage on a chopping block and 
keep it with me for future use," she whimpered. 

"I'll be back through in about three months," Dave chuckled. 

"Don't come right up," Dora groaned, rolling her ass to rotate her pussy on 
his plunging prick. "Drop me a post card three or four days before and I'll 
meet you at the truck stop. I want to have any fuckers I may have here 
cleared out for you-us." 

Her cunt squished succulently around his pumping, pounding, plunging prick. 
She crossed her curvy calves around his neck to draw them closer and their 
sweaty bellies smacked wetly as he fed prick to her famished pussy a 
mile-a-minute. 

"You fuck a girl really good," Dora said. "Does your wife like it?" 

"Yeah and eating pussies with her bridge club in Spokane, too," Dave gasped, 
driving his cock up her, ruthlessly. 

Tentatively, Dora sneaked a hand between their toiling bodies to see if his 
roaring prick was creating a welt in her stuffed tummy. "I never tried it 
with a girl-yet," she said, tone a soft lament. "Does she like sucking 
cocks?" 

Dave paused, peering into her face. "She started when she was six-on a 
little boy of four. Graduated to a kid eleven when she was seven, to another 
of fifteen when she was eight, to her own father when she was nine, blew the 
whole football team in her hometown when she was a freshman and went down on 
half the faculty for fun and grades when she was in college-men and women 
professors." 

"Heavenly," Dora sighed as their bodies settled into the rhythm of one as 
they began fucking with greater industry. 

"Her greatest achievement was blowing our bank manager three times a week 
for a month for the down payment on our house," Dave said in a muffled tone 
as he began shaking his bottom to ream her undulating pussy. 

"How does she find girls to do it with?" Dora cried shrilly, bounding into a 
new orgasm, lofting her sweaty twat to his drilling prick. 

"Asks them, I guess," Dave huffed, their bellies smacking his cock deeply 
into her succulent cavern. 

His great prick plowed soggily in and out of her, goring her cunt soundly. 
"She loves cornholing, too," Dave grimaced as his prick flew in and out of 
Dora's squirmy pussy. 

With regret, she felt his rocket starting to ignite, but she made her ass 
fly on his pistoning prick. The gush of his potent, thick jizz splattered 
her cuntal cavern on the inward stroke and he pushed his hose all the way 
into her gripping snatch. 

She began whimpering with ecstasy as he poured his cum into her ravenous 
pussy, giving her little short, erratic pumps. Then he welded his body to 
hers as he drained out the last spurts of his thick jizz in her coiling 
cunt. 

"If I didn't have to get to Boise, I'd stay the night and eat your pussy for 
you," Dave said, slightly apologetic as he slid his slippery dick from her 
aching body. 

"It's all right," she groaned, dislodging her legs from around his neck. 
"The electrician and plumber will be here again about daylight." 

She used a dish towel to dry his wet prick and sweaty balls as he dressed. 
"You will drop me a card your next time through?" 

"Maybe bring my wife to eat your hair-pie," he grinned, filling his flask 
from her bottle of rye. 

After Dave had driven away in the star-filled mountain night, Dora mixed 
herself a fresh drink, replenished the fire and squatted on the floor where 
she had been so delectably diddled to savor the experience and reminisce. 

Everything she had told him about being the way she was, was the truth. 
Maybe no shrink would understand the alley and her daddy, but she didn't 
care. One thing she did know: She like it. And she had found out, with Dave, 
it was so easy. Pick out the partner she wanted and get him. 

And that night a few years ago in Portland had started her to live... 

CHAPTER TWO 

Instinctively, Dora knew what was going to happen to her as the huge man 
plucked her from the sidewalk and wrestled her into the depths of the dark 
Portland, Oregon, alley. Her cries were muffled by his huge hand clamped 
over her face and she was held firmly against him by a hand on her tummy. 

"Hush your squeaking," he ordered tersely. "I've been watching you wiggle 
your little butt up and down the street for a couple of years and decided 
you're ripe. If I don't pluck your cherry, some kid from school will." 

He carried her as easily as she carried the sack with the dozen eggs and 
loaf of bread. "Noooo... Please?" she whimpered as he took the sack from her 
numb hands and set it on top of a garbage can. She struggled only 
ineffectually as he stretched her out on the oily surface of the alley. 

She pushed feebly at the hand up under her dress and cried softly. "Please, 
don't," she begged as his groping hand found the waistband of her undies. 
"Don't tear my panties," she sobbed as he pulled strongly, stretching and 
breaking the elastic. 

Dora wondered how she could fix them so her mother wouldn't know. The flimsy 
silk slithered off over the curve of her butt and sailed to her ankles. 
"Don't tear my clothes," she mumbled under his hand, trying to see the hulk 
of man looming above her. 

"Don't do this to me," she gasped, hearing the harsh skip of his pants 
zipper. She could smell the warm, earthy sweat of him and tried to lie flat 
as a board. But he pushed her legs up and bowed her knees wide. 

"Yeah? You been beggin' for cockin' and didn't know what you wanted," he 
chuckled lewdly. 

Her body buckled and bucked as his hard hand palmed her pelvis and a bony 
finger prodded into her virginal grove. "Aaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh," she gurgled 
when he punched into her dainty orifice. 

"Right! A cherry," he gloated, slouching forward between her tortured young 
thighs. "You could get hurt worse than I will hurt you," he panted, the 
fingers of the hand spreading her firm, ripe pussy lips. 

"Lots of girls get deflowered like the guys were using swords instead of 
cocks," he muttered, his hand covering her face. 

Dora cringed as a hot, hard, wet knob wobbled back and forth from thigh to 
thigh, then dobbed into her tiny furrow, "Please, Oooooohhhhh, God," she 
whimpered, feeling the wad of his clothing around his knees against her bare 
bottom. 

His heat was as scalding as a hot poker, dabbling into her small rut, 
exploring, seeking, finding her small entry. His breath was musky with wine 
in her face. "Aaaaiiiieeee," she squeaked as he thrust, driving at her, 
punching the huge bulb of his dingus at her opening. 

Her feet kicked defenselessly as he humped crudely and the head of his cock 
was pinched by her tightness as it invaded her frail body. 

"Baby, you gotta be fifteen, maybe sixteen," he groaned, his butt shaking 
and hunching his massive cock into her. 

"Fourteen," she panted, astonished by her rational mind. 

"Not enough cunt fuzz for any more than that," he grunted, hoisting more of 
his cock into her quivering little pussy. 

Dora started to scream insanely, but the sound was cut off by the hand over 
her mouth. She felt rather than heard the rending of her virgin-fruit. The 
sensation of a hot flush made her feel faint and she just knew he had ripped 
her flesh. 

Her feet lifted involuntarily and she tried to flatten out her legs, but his 
heavy torso kept her split wide open for him to rivet his monstrous cock 
into her tingling, scalding cunny. 

His lewd business bored into her relentlessly, stretching her insides, 
reaming out her terror-shrunken vagina. Her anal passage ached and burned as 
his massive sausage skewered her deeper and deeper. 

She was only numbly aware of his full penetration, feeling the grittiness of 
his pubic bush against her immature female mound. He rotated his pelvis, 
prying and levering his grotesque meat around inside her. She felt bloated 
and ruined. 

Until he retreated from her-and she ached with dread at the strange 
sensation of emptiness. Her hands flailed at his featureless face, then 
fanned the air as he plunged his cock back up her narrow cunny tract. 

He pumped it in and out of her, slowly, and Dora felt the hurt of a pebble 
under her left shoulder. She wriggled away from it, setting her body into 
action around his goring stem. 

"Yeah, Baby," he gasped, punching cock to her aching cunny frantically. 
"Tight as hell, but nice and hot and wet. Damned good fuckin'." 

While one hand remained clamped over her face, the other slid under her 
bottom and lifted her crotch into a curving out to match the angle of his 
delving cock. She could smell the pungent aroma of sex, a heady perfume in 
the quiet, dark confines of the filthy alley. 

She felt detached, muscularly, as he lifted her snatch to take the inward 
thrust of his prick, let it sag away as he withdrew. But her inner senses 
were becoming aroused to the wanton inward thumping her cunt was taking from 
his long, thick pole of flesh. 

As he clutched her to his impaling, thrusting cock, her clothes crowded 
about her waist and Dora tried to push them down over her exposed nudity. 
Then she gave up as he hammered his cock to her with a relentless, lustful 
fury. 

Dully, she heard her cries of panic turn to a pleading, whining exhortation 
for him to hurry, hurry, hurry. She had no conception of what she wanted him 
to hurry and do. But her body was afire where he was punching into her. She 
was vaguely aware her body was bending and undulating under his inward 
pummeling. His hand oh her body's seat was like a firebrand as he 
manipulated her young femaleness to his carnal greed. 

And she was exulting in the dreamy flesh-against-flesh meshing and grating. 
"Huuuuuuurrrrrrry faster," she moaned as he took his hand away and grasped 
her fine, thin flanks. 

"You betcha, Baby," he agreed, throwing cock into her a mile a minute. "You 
like gettin' your cunny fucked, don't you? I know it and I knew it-the way 
you wiggled your fanny and pretended you didn't see men oglin' you when the 
wind tossed your dress tail." 

One of her sandals feel off and bounced off his laboring left shoulder. 
There was a numbness where the pebble grated into her flesh. But she didn't 
care anymore. There was a sweet transition from terror to a delight of 
fulfillment as he filled her tiny snatch full of fuck-meat. 

She dazedly recalled hearing her mother and father panting and gasping and 
moaning in their bedroom. At the time, she only speculated on what they were 
doing. Now she knew. 

"Come on," she groaned, trying to shake her trim bottom to his flying 
torpedo of sex. "Hurry, willya?" Even when he slammed deeply into her, she 
tried to maintain the rhythm of sliding her pussy back and forth on his 
massive dong. 

She actually wept with regret when he gored her deep and flooded her insides 
with scalding gushes of his released passion. 

"You gonna come to the store again tomorrow night?" he hissed, his hands now 
pummeling the little gourds of her breasts. 

"Maybe," she sighed. "Why?" 

"I'll be waitin' right around here to give you another lesson in fuckin'." 

She keened her senses to his slow withdrawal, heard him rustling in the sack 
with the loaf of bread and dozen eggs. She squinted in the dark resentfully 
as he slipped the head of his cock out of her flooded cunt. 

"Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee," she wheezed, feeling his poking at her tender gash. 

"Tell your ma the store shorted you," he chuckled, corking his flood of jizz 
in her with one of the eggs from the carton. 

Dora strolled away from the old house she had had moved to the twenty acres 
she bought overlooking the Payette River. Her friends in Caldwell had 
worried for nearly a year since her husband was killed in a trucking 
accident that she was cracking up. 

She turned in the cluster of pines and stared back where the plumber and 
electrician were finishing their work. 

At first, she had thought they were concerned that she was just "running 
through" the insurance money. But they had half-accepted her explanation 
that Phil had always wanted a place like this. 

"Some fibs don't hurt anyone," she smiled ruefully, swinging her arms at the 
pale blue of the early summer sky. Well, she wasn't rich, but she owned this 
place and the house in town. That mortgage was paid off through the 
insurance policy they had included when they bought the house off Dearborn 
Street. 

"But I'm free," she sang softly into the fluttering breeze. "I can indulge 
my thoughts and fancies and dreams all I want." 

Her recent thoughts tormented and warmed her and she strode out onto a huge 
rock the size of a railroad car and sank down in the warmth of the Idaho 
sun. 

"Maybe I am going nuts or have been wacky since that goddamned night," she 
whispered, the sound of her voice lost in the gurgle-ripple of the Payette 
River south of Cascade. "Obsessed with sex-loving cock in me-my two mouths 
and my rear end. Oh, God? Am I looney?" 

She squirmed on the "loaf-of-bread" boulder and squinted against the sun 
glare from the great placid pool across from her. "But, by damn, I am 
free-to do as I please. I think." 

Dora huddled within herself, shivered slightly. Then she laughed with 
subdued joyousness. "I guess they have a right to think I'm cracking." She 
laughed with greater glee as she remembered the stunned expressions on the 
faces of her friends when she suggested, a week ago, that they should share 
with her-everything-even their husbands. 

"What would be terribly wrong about screwing their husbands? Or Nicky? Or 
that weirdo kid, Herbie?" she pouted, her voice gaining tempo and volume as 
she squirmed so the heel of a shoe dug delectably into her well-cushioned 
cunny. 

"My husband wouldn't mind if I took on his kid brother," she added sulkily. 

Her crotch became extremely hot and she scooted onto the hardness of her 
shoe to increase the pressure against the swollen lips of her vulva. 

"I want Nicky," she pouted. "Any man-but not the plumber and electrician at 
the house," she continued. "But that guy in the alley who got my cherry-He 
was a MAN!" 

Dora left the sack with the loaf of bread and eggs on the counter near her 
mother who was working over a skillet of fried chicken at the GE and 
sauntered into the bathroom. 

She lifted her dress tail, the two toilet lids and got up on the bowl with 
both feet. She craned her neck to watch as she made a grunt deep in her 
insides. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh," she sighed as the egg squished from her swollen 
pussy, into the toilet. 

Fascinated, she watched the stringy syrup of a man's stinger drip from her 
dilated snatch. 

"The damned supermarket," her mother cursed. "First they short people on 
bacon and sugar and coffee-now an eleven-to-a-dozen on eggs." 

"Yeah?" Dora called dully, both hands pressing the hot lips of her pussy as 
she strained to drain her sex cavern of thick cum. "I'll tell 'em tomorrow 
night?-about it. Okay?" She wiped her crotch with a piece of toilet paper, 
drew up her misshapen panties and dropped her dress tail. 

She yanked the handle, watched the egg swim, picked it up and let it fall to 
break, the yolk and white swirling with the male secretion. Then she 
strolled from the bathroom, avoiding her mother's eyes. 

"You fell down or something," her mother scowled, dropping the spatula and 
meat fork beside a skillet of stewing fried potatoes. 

"Or something," Dora agreed indifferently, tolerating her mother's hands on 
her, brushing away the lint and dust and putrid oil residue of the alley. 
"Yeah I fell down. On a short cut." 

"A shame," her mother lamented, returning with the meat fork to turn the 
chicken pieces. "A new dress, too. And I bet you're wearing the new panties 
with the truffles across the front and back and the pink 
heart-Hhhhhhaaaaa-near your marriage place." 

"Mooooooother," Dora cajoled, turning to make a salad. 

"Open the can of crab meat, Dear," her mother said with obvious redundancy 
as Dora had the can in the electric opener. "Don't ever get the crabs, 
Honey; they make all your hair fall out Hhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa. You got any 
hair yet to fall out?" 

Dora squinched her thighs together over her embarrassed straddle If you 
knew! 

"Your father wouldn't mind checking that part of you, Dory," her mother 
nodded knowingly. "But I hope to keep him interested in me for awhile yet." 
She plopped an over-ripe pickle next to the salad bowl. "You father likes 
this dill-shit. I won't eat much-don't mix it too good, will--won't you?" 

"Will I go the supermarket tomorrow night, Mother?" Dora asked abstractly. 

"Nope! Not here. Moving. Your dad called and a van will be there after 
supper. He's transferred to Boise. You-Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-know where that is? 
West of the Bronx, Dear." 

Moving! Why hadn't someone told her! And she wouldn't get near the alley 
tomorrow night! Ever again! Slowly, a pleasurable warmth soothed her mind 
and seemed to squish in her up-between-the-legs. No trauma! No resentment or 
regrets about that monster in the alley. To live? Yesssss! 

Dora stretched pleasurably on the flat-topped rock, the sun like a giant, 
warm hand on her body, caressing bare legs below the walking shorts, the 
span of skin between the waistband and the narrow halter that kept her 
opulent breasts confined. 

She scooted forward and peered at her clear reflection in the quiet pool on 
the downstream side of the rock. She pushed a thick tress of blonde hair 
back on her forehead and smiled broadly, even white teeth smiling back from 
the still water. 

In the distance, she heard motors cranking up and turned to peer back up at 
the old house, half-shrouded by the whispering pines. The electrician and 
plumber were leaving. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh," Dora sighed, squirming into her back. Lazily, she undid the 
two buttons of the halter between her bulging breasts and opened it wide to 
expose the creamy mounds to the brassy sun. "Yaaaaaahhhhhhh, Nicky," she 
moaned, thinking he would be coming into Caldwell on the bus from Seattle 
the next day. To spend a whole month. "A ripe, healthy sixteen years of 
age," she purred, unbuttoning the fly of the faded denim shorts and 
spreading it open. She squirmed on the rock, pushing the shorts down to her 
knees so the sun could glint in the profuse golden fleece across her 
prominent mound. 

"I'll get him, have him-in me all the way to his young balls," she whined, 
fingers combing through her pubic wool and tracing the thick shielding pussy 
lips. 

Shortly after her father had gotten them settled in Boise, he purchased a 
travel trailer which he parked in the backyard. It would sleep six. But, 
vaguely in Dora's mind, was the idea of sleeping only two. Herself and a boy 
from down the street she had met in school. 

After some persuasive cajoling, her dad ran a drop cord from the carport to 
provide electricity and she was allowed to sleep in the trailer on weekends. 
It was a year later, when Dora was a few months past fifteen that her dad 
crept out and found her making it with the third boy to visit the trailer. 

"Get your clothes on and get your ass out of here," he snapped tersely. 

Dora cowered under a blanket to shield her nakedness from his flinting eyes, 
fearful as he slammed the door and moved ominously into the trailer. "You 
been gettin' laid for a long time now, haven't you?" he challenged her, 
seeming huge to her in his pajamas and wool robe. 

When she didn't answer, he moved to the edge of the bed and yanked the 
protective blanket from her and stood glaring at her nakedness. She tried to 
cover herself with arms and hands. 

"Don't feel too bad," he growled, "I waited to let him finish in you. You 
better sit on the potty for awhile, or you're gonna have jizz spots all over 
your bed." 

Dora fled into the little cubicle with the chemical toilet, squatted and let 
the boy's passion residue drip from her hot, tingling cunny. She could hear 
her father stalking back and forth in the small trailer, wishing he would go 
on back to the house. But how she dreaded the thought that he would tell her 
mother. 

Finally, she stood, listening anxiously. "Daddy? Did you go back to the 
house?" 

"Come on out here," he commanded. 

"But I got no clothes on," she complained, opening the door a crack. 

"You don't need any," he retorted. "Get your hot little ass out here." 

"Please, Daddy?" Tears sprang to her eyes and a chill mingled with the 
flushed heat of erotic emotions. But she opened the door and pranced nude to 
the bed, flinging herself on it and pulling at the blanket. 

Timidly, she turned her face to peer at his accusing eyes, dismayed when she 
noticed he had taken off his robe. And his pajama top. No one could have 
overlooked the massive bulge in his pj pants. Very huge. 

"No, Daddy! Not you-not us-not with me? Please?" 

As he stalked her, she could see tufts of red hair escaping through the fly 
of his pajamas and a wet spot at the end of his arousal. She expected him to 
slap her with his big, meaty hand as he loomed over her. 

But all he did was brace his hands on his hips and push his middle at her. 
"You like cock and getting screwed so much, I'll find out if you're any good 
at it." 

She trembled violently as her gaze cringed from his stern face to his tented 
crotch. "God, no," she protested weakly. 

"Bullshit," he breathed harshly. "Get your hands in there and find out what 
you're going to get, Baby." He put his knees against the edge of the bed and 
arched his business at her. "Or I'll beat your slutty little ass 'til you 
can't sit." 

Still, she wouldn't reach. And she gasped painfully as he brusquely parted 
the snaps of his pajamas and let the pants fall to the floor. 

"Oooooohhhh, my God," Dora wept with despair as she gawked at the monstrous 
hunk of meat, the pair of balls in their fleshy gondola and the great swatch 
of pubic hair. A faint squeak escaped her white lips as he tugged the 
blanket from her and topped onto the bed with her. 

One of her hands slapped feebly at his head as he caught the tip of one of 
her saucy melons and sucked hard, as if he would bring blood. She tried to 
kick, but there is no way feet can repel a hand latched onto a crotch. A 
finger swam through her hot, wet furrow and gouged deep in her vagina. 

"Oh, Jesus," she whimpered, thighs quivering as his long, experienced finger 
danced in and out of her coiling pussy. In a moment, there was a flash of 
fire blazing in her insides. And Dora knew her father had stabbed a second 
finger into her rectum. She cried out incoherently as the two fingers held 
her impaled, pinched against the narrow partition between her two holes. 

Her feet flailed helplessly against the steady in-and-out diddling of his 
fingers. Muscles in her thighs twitched and she pinched the buns of her butt 
against his fist. But he continued fingering her while his mouth moved from 
one ripe chest tomato to the other. 

She writhed as he moved his body against her, pressing the long, torrid stem 
of his maleness into her narrow flank. "Mooooooother," she whinnied softly, 
dimly aware her knees were folding and fanning out. "Myyyyyyyy God," she 
wailed, realizing her straddle was rocking up and down against his marauding 
hand. 

The seeping head of his huge cock was getting her side and the left side of 
her tummy all wet with a stickiness. Her skin seemed alive as he rubbed it 
against her, a dry-fucking. Her feet crept higher until her heels pressed 
into the gently lurching loaves of her butt. 

She squealed uncontrollably as his thumb wedged into her tight little groove 
and tickled the dainty thorn of her womanhood. "Baby, you got a tight, hot, 
wet cunt," he said gruffly, blowing his hot breath on an aching, tumescent 
nipple. 

All she could do was stare at him expectantly as he moved up over her, 
adjusting his lanky body between her parted thighs. "Aim it for us," he said 
flatly, his fingers coming out of her twat and asshole with soft, moist 
"pops". 

"I don't mind taking seconds when the heifer is young and pretty and 
hot-tight," her father grunted. "Get you hands down there and point me in 
you." 

The empty ache in her body was almost unbearable. She fumbled between them, 
his thick bush harsh and bristly to her touch. "Ah-ah-ah-ah," she sighed, 
her fingers encountering his full erect stump. Her instincts were to push it 
away, but her fingers curled around the massive wand of torrid flesh, 
massaging and peeling the thick foreskin back behind the immense flange of 
the head. 

He moved his hips and she deduced what he wanted, so she began masturbating 
him slowly, fingers clamping into the thick, blood-veined barrel. As he 
shuffled into her saddle, she bent his rod down, held it steady. Her ass 
bucked when the blunt knob swabbed into her steamy gash. 

She writhed under him, adjusting the angle of his penis. Muscles in her legs 
tensed expectantly as she held the great head against the fluttery entry 
between her out-angled thighs. Even though she was fearful, her ass bucked 
upward as he made a couple of tentative thrusts.. 

Her asshole ached with a delicious burning from his diligent finger and her 
vagina pulsated with anticipation of his stretching invasion. She actually 
wiggled her bottom as he pressed the large lump of meat at her opening. She 
up-thumped her crotch. 

"Push harder," she breathed, heart thudding as the rasping knob squeezed 
inside her body. She thought she heard a creaking of bones and a squishing 
as the head bobbed into her quivering cunny. 

Dora out-strained her muscles and a sigh came like a whisper as she felt his 
massive staff beginning to slide into her quaking cunt. Her hand explored 
around his spear and she tickled the tips of her fingers against his sagging 
nuts. 

She arched her young cunt to his thrust. "We won't tell Mom anything, will 
we?" she whispered solemnly, her inner muscles beginning to grip his 
invading cock. "Sweet and big," she cooed, sweat springing to her lithe, 
young body as he punched his prick deeper and deeper into her aching, eager 
pussy. 

"How long you been fuckin'?" her father panted, prying his invading cock 
back and forth to loosen her up slightly to accommodate his monster. 

"Couple of years," she replied, shaking and rotating her ass to ease his 
steady penetration. "Got it the last night in Portland-in a dark alley. Just 
love it, Daddy. And you make me feel so good-yours is so huge and hard. Push 
in fast and make me fly." 

"We won't tell your mother we fuck," he agreed, lodging the last of his nine 
inches of lustful cock in her sex-well. "Just our secret. We'll fuck Friday 
and Saturday and after church on Sunday. That oughta take care of our 
screwin' for the rest of the week." 

"Won't Mom want your nice, big prick?" Dora moaned, up-shaking her butt to 
capture all of him on his inward thrustings. 

"She gets the business whenever she wants it," her dad nodded. "I think I 
got enough for both my girls." 

As he thudded his massive prick far into her snatch, Dora giggled. "You 
shore have lots for me, Daddy. Can you give it in me with real fat, fast and 
long punches?" 

He slammed it to her, his balls bouncing off her asshole. 

He humped her with abandon and she curled her ankles over his laboring butt, 
taking the full length of his rapacious cock into her clutching cunt. "I'm 
gonna fly," she wheezed, shaking and rolling her crotch to his thumping 
prick. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming with joy as she exploded 
into a tempestuous climax. 

"Fuck fast, Daddy; fuck me fast and jizz-cum me!" 

She hurtled her naked body at him so furiously, it shook the little travel 
trailer and his massive meat thudded through her gripping snatch. His jizz 
hit her like a bolt of white lightning and she yelled out then, her legs 
capturing his tossing body. 

He blasted his cum into her and squalled with painful ecstasy as he poured 
her young body full of thick, pearly delight. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Dora writhed sensuously on the big, sunbathed rock, sighing in torment as 
her fingers combed through the spun gold of her bush and spread her puffy 
labia. "Ooooohhhh, God," she murmured, toying with her fully distended clit 
and tinkering with the fluttery entrance to her vagina. 

"I'm not going to masturbate," she whined, toeing off the shorts and 
dislodging the halter so she squirmed in full nakedness. Her tummy heaved as 
delectably tormenting sensations writhed in her insides. 

Her eyes stared dreamily at the pale blue sky, dully remembering she had 
carried on the affair for three years until he was transferred to Denver. 
But that had been all right because she and Phil were married a few days 
before he and her mother departed. 

"Phil was a good diddler-but not as good as Daddy," she moaned a finger 
dabbing far into her viscous pussy. "The last time was kind of embarrassing, 
though, until he got me wound up... " 

He watched her leave Phil's car and stroll up the walk. Mother was in the 
kitchen, preparing the evening meal. As soon as she was in the house, her 
dad pulled the drapes across the front picture window of the living room. 

"How was stenographing today, Honey?" he asked, striding to the small bar at 
one side of the room. "Did you get any dictation?" 

"Daaaaddy," she chided him, taking a drink to her mother. 

"Thank you, Honey," her mother had said, then laughed her coarse 
"Haaaaaaaaannnnh" at her father's lewd implication. 

"Baby," her dad said, circling her narrow waist with a long arm as she 
started past him, "why don't we get it on before supper-time is running out 
on our fun. And in a few days you'll be all wedded and Phil will be getting 
full attention of your hot little cunny." 

"Hush, Daddy," she whispered, nodding her head at her mother who could peer 
over the serving bar at them. 

"Oh, hell, Mother has known about my visits to the old trailer and later to 
your bedroom for the past two years," he chuckled, his hand rubbing her 
belly, then moving up to fondle her firm, jutting breasts. "Right, Mother?" 

"Haaaaaaaaanh!" she almost brayed. "You got time-the roast isn't near done 
yet. Just enjoy yourselves while I toss a salad and put it in the fridge." 

Her skin crawled as her father continued playing with her boobies while he 
removed her blouse. "I don't feel right, Daddy," she whispered in mewling 
protest. But she let him take off her bra and trembled as he planted hot, 
wet kisses on her rapidly expanding nipples. "This isn't doing right by 
Phil," she breathed, her free hand curled around his neck, holding his face 
to her flushed and tingling titties. 

"He'll never know," her father breathed, unbuttoning and unzipping her 
skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He pushed the half-slip and panties 
down her long legs and she danced gently so her garments tumbled to the 
floor and she stepped out of them. 

She spread her feet wide so his finger could spring expertly into her wet 
little cove. "Ahahahahahahahah," she sighed, her round young fanny rotating 
to squirm her aching cunny on his stabbing finger. 

"On the daveno," her father whispered on a tumescent tittie-tip. 

"You got about half an hour," her mother called, prowling into the living 
room with her glass. "Need some help, you dirty old man?" she muttered, 
opening her husband's pants and taking his stiffening wand from his gaping 
shorts. 

"Unbutton my shirt, Baby," he said, springing the snaps of his shorts so his 
wife could peel his clothes down his long, hairy legs. 

Dora helped him shed his shirt and stood nervously rubbing his hairy chest, 
trembling uneasily as her mother pranced about them, patted her bare fanny 
and stroked her back lovingly. "Your old man really gets his stallion up and 
long and hard, doesn't he, Dora?" 

She handed her mother the empty glass as her father lifted her with an arm 
around her waist and strode to the daveno to lay her out on her back. She 
frowned as her mother took a chair with an apparent lack of concern and 
picked up a pillow case she was embroidering for her hope chest. 

As her mother only looked up occasionally, Dora spread her legs to receive 
her nude father. But he eased his lean butt onto the daveno near her head, 
brushed her short-cropped blonde hair. 

Dora squinted questioningly into his solemn face as her fingers groped for 
his fully erect penis. As she stroked it slowly, she asked, "You want me to 
do that? Aren't you full-ready now?" 

"Yeah, I know," he agreed, "but you know how I like it, sweet-Baby. Go down 
on me a little bit before we ride off into the sunset." 

"You two better not take too long," her mother said conversationally, 
"because supper will be on the table in about twenty or thirty minutes." 

Dora, with her dad's assistance, squirmed onto her tummy, let him wedge his 
hands under and over her flushed breasts. She braced herself on her elbows 
and let him work his crotch around to her face. With a quick look at her 
mother, she peeled the foreskin far back from the gleaming glans and flicked 
her tongue up the underside and across the fat crown of the head of his 
cock. 

"Uuuuummmmm," she purred, sucking her lips behind the thick ridge of the 
corona. She squirmed with pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded her hot, firm 
boobies, making her trim young ass undulate as if she were screwing a cock 
hidden under her. 

She held his massive prick in both hands at the base and slowly, delectably 
sank her face on his long, thick spike of flesh. As she swizzled her tongue 
around the tender shaft, her father groaned and rolled her stinging nipples 
between thumbs and forefingers. 

She tried to take the monstrous head into her throat and stifled a gagging 
sensation. As much as she had sucked his cock, she had never been able to 
devour the entire length of his male organ. She gasped loudly and sucked 
lasciviously, mouthfucking four or five inches of his prick, feeling the 
muscles in the barrel quiver and tense. 

"Don't cum in my mouth," she mumbled, just the head of his prick tucked into 
one cheek. 

"Shouldn't talk with your mouth full, Honey," her mother twitted her, 
re-threading her needle. 

Dora nodded and slowly slid her face down on his fully expanded 
sperm-pumper. She glug-glugged with pleasure as he took one hand from her 
breasts and began patting and petting her rounded bottom. 

His fingers sliding back and forth in the tight crevice between the creamy 
twin mounds always brought her out to the full and her cunny began silent 
growling for his big meat to chew on. 

She held his fat prick between her jaws as he worked around to get head-on 
with her, on his knees. Still bracing herself on her elbows, she held his 
hanging balls and waited for him to start fucking her suctioning mouth. 
"Don't jizz my mouth," she muttered, licking the head and taking a deep 
breath as he slowly, gently pistoned his prick as far as she could accept it 
into her throat. 

His big nuts were heavy and bloated in her palms as she held them firmly, 
letting him use her wet mouth with his hot, vibrating cock. You jizz my 
face, she thought, and I'll pull every hair out of your bag, one at a time. 

She slurped and swallowed noisily as his pipe began secreting a sticky oil. 
As her own passion mounted, she squirmed with impatience to be flopped over 
so she could get her pussy popped. 

Suddenly, she reached a peak of passion and couldn't wait any longer. She 
squirmed to sit up and kissed his mouth. "Oooooohhh, God, Daddy, do me now! 
Do it to me-right now." 

"Okay, Baby," he grinned, "get on your back and get your legs open for it." 

Obediently, she flopped onto her back, flung her legs high and far apart. 
"Hurry," she pleaded, stealing a quick look at her mother who had paused in 
her sewing and watched as the tall, well-hung man slumped between her 
milky-white thighs. 

Dora seized his massive cock and aimed it into her slot, against her 
painfully wanton hole. "Give me a big, full plunge, Daddy. Fuck it into me 
all the way the first stab. Pleeeeeeease?" 

He chuckled softly, his hands holding her flanks, locked against the flare 
of her young hips. He lifted her bottom and hunched roughly, driving his 
dong to the balls in her supple body. 

"Baby, I'm gonna miss fucking you when we leave and after you get knotted 
with Phil," he panted as her eyes rolled while she concentrated on the 
heavenly tumult in her pussy. 

Her hands folded over her tingling breasts and she teased the tiny pink 
berries as her dad began riding his thick stump in and out of her 
vacillating twat. "Mom, bring a towel or something so we don't get jizz all 
over the daveno when daddy shoots his cum in me." 

As he rapidly snocked his cock into her gripping snatch, he grunted, "If 
Phil can't give you all the humpin' you crave, you just trot your hot little 
ass down to Denver and I'll fix it up. Huh, Mother?" 

"Yes, dear," her mother replied absently, with no more concern in her voice 
than if she was agreeing to a change of channels on the TV set. 

"Don't gab," Dora pleaded, shaking her ass and trying to swivel her pussy 
around on his plundering spine of meat, "just concentrate on giving me a 
good screwing so I can cum good. After all," she chided her laboring 
father-lover, "it was you who got me undressed as soon as I walked in the 
door. Now, concentrate on fucking your cock to me." 

Her pussy lips wrapped around his plunging prick and held their combined 
juices inside her clutching sex-well. "I think I could have a minor cum 
right now," she panted, again rotating her punctured crotch on his 
thickening prick. 

"Blast away, Baby," her father gasped, making his fat cock drill her faster 
and faster. As his lust heightened, a hand slid under her to cup her tossing 
bottom and the other arm encircled her neck, looped around her neck to grasp 
one of her jostling titties. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee, God, Father, I'm gonna cum," she shrieked as erotic 
throes began twinging inside her. 

Dazzling lights exploded behind her pinched-shut eyelids and cannon fire 
raged deep between her upraised thighs. His plunging prick seemed to 
increase in length and girth as he drummed the meat into her. 

"Don't yell so loud," her mother admonished, rising and setting aside her 
embroidery as she approached. "Utterly beautiful," she sighed, a hand 
cupping and holding her husband's swaying balls and the ether petting his 
heaving ass as his prick stabbed relentlessly in and out of the prone girl's 
pulsating pussy. 

Dora's eyes rolled wildly, almost unseeing as her body ached for deeper 
delving. "Please hurry up," she whined, her ass hoisting to the rampantly 
thrusting cock. 

The flood of jizz hit her with his cock just inside her retching pussy and 
he followed the erratic spurt far inside her twat, plastering the pinching 
walls and depths. 

Sweat filmed their bodies and trickled stingingly into Dora's open eyes. The 
squishy sounds of his cock pumping cum into her cunt was loud and sodden in 
the still room. She sniffed hungrily at the heady aroma created by hot cunt 
and spewing cock. 

She tried to wrap her legs around his quivering ass as he shoved deep into 
her to finish draining his passion. His chest crushed her firm, rubbery 
titties into meaty pancakes. Dora hugged her daddy in a frenzied release if 
depraved love. 

"Your dad's cum can drain on his shirt," she said. "It's ready for the wash, 
anyway. Hurry up now; I'm going to set supper on the table." 

Moving naked through the shadows of the pines and sunny splashes of the 
open, Dora approached the house, leaving the happy tinkle of the Payette 
River behind her. She circled to the back door, glancing at her Ford station 
wagon. She would stay the night, drive to Caldwell in the morning to renew 
"what's going on" talk with Selma next door and Nancy directly across the 
alley. Then she would go to the bus depot and pick up Nicky. 

"He's got to be a big kid now," she mused, walking slowly through the 
restored house. "I hope he's big between the legs, too, and I won't have any 
problem seducing him." 

She permitted passing thoughts of Dave Thomas and the night before-was 
almost tempted to get dressed and go to the truck stop to see if 
anything-anyone-appetizing was unoccupied in the bar. 

Dora stretched in the warmth of the electric heat and peered down the river 
at some people setting up camp on public land. The remembered conversation 
with Dave stimulated her, almost started her juices to flowing, her 
batteries putting out erotic sparks. 

"No," she murmured, "I have to go to Caldwell in the morning and get 
Nicky-and maybe Selma's hubby and Nancy's." She giggled softly. "I wonder 
how Selma and Nancy would react if I invited them to bed?" Her heart bounded 
happily. "Fuck Heaven is what I could call this place. How about Cock Roost? 
Pussy Retreat? How about hanging out a sign? Cocks' sucked for free. Pecker 
blower lives here. Male flute-tooter abides within. Hair-pie for dessert." 

Impatient for tomorrow, she went to bed. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

At the time Dora left for Caldwell, Selma Bowen and Nancy Kinkaid were 
sitting in the Bowen house, next door to the Master's house, drinking coffee 
and smoking cigarettes. 

"What was your reaction to Dora's comment about our sharing our men with 
her?" the dark-haired Nancy smiled. "Do you think she was serious? Going 
ding-a-ling?" 

The tawny-haired Selma glanced away. "I don't know for sure, but did you 
look at her face, Nan? No expression at all-except for those glittering blue 
eyes. When I mentioned it to Deke... " 

"I told Cal, too," Nancy interrupted. 

"He just sort of whistled through his teeth and wouldn't look at me right 
away," Selma continued. "All the time she talked about it, I had a very 
uncomfortable sensation, hot flashes. Right in the seat of my pants." 

"What would you do if she tried it with Deke?" Nancy asked softly. "Cal 
asked me what I thought he should do if she tried to put the make on him." 

"What did you tell him?" 

"Crap! If she wants his noodle in her pot bad enough, I told him to go ahead 
and put his pump in her well," Nancy said scornfully. 

"I didn't tell Deke not to, but I sort of hinted that if he did-knowing Dora 
and how she's coming out of it after losing Phil-I wouldn't chase him into 
the doghouse." 

Selma twisted in her chair to gain the coffee pot to refill their cups. "In 
truth, Nan, Dora's brazen suggestion steams me up inside." 

"You mean the temptation of getting some strange stuff-as Dora put it so 
blandly-perks up your hormones?" Nancy laughed. She hushed when Selma's face 
remained calm, determined. "By golly, I believe you would." 

"I've thought about it. And before Dora mentioned getting at Deke, too," 
Selma sniffed. She tossed her mane of well-brushed hair indifferently as if 
dismissing the subject. "She should about have her hideaway fixed 
up-according to the card I got yesterday." 

"I wonder if she will be upset that Nicky has been delayed?" Nancy said 
casually. "She's been keyed up for a month, waiting for him." 

"I've noticed," Selma said, "that same glitter in her eyes when she talks 
about him as when she brought it up sharing our husbands with her." 

"Ah ha," Nancy snorted. "Do you think she would?" 

"I would, if I had the chance," Selma said loftily. 

"He's just a kid," Nancy remonstrated, slapping Selma's hand chidingly. 

"Pooh," Selma rebutted. "His swim trunks last summer at the Masters' pool 
told me he's plenty grownup." 

"And no telling what will take place when Dora takes him to her place in the 
hills," Nancy nodded. Then she said softly, thoughtfully, "I wonder what it 
would be like to have a youngster-inexperienced but eager." Selma laughed 
musically. "Ain't we a pair of bawdy bitches?" 

"Oh, shit," Nancy sighed wistfully, "I don't know. Just let it go as a 
naughty thought. The kid would probably run scared as all hell. I'm gonna 
wait and observe just who our hot little Dora invites to her hidden 
retreat." 

"How do you know Nicky is delayed?" Selma returned to Nancy's previous 
comment. 

"I had a call from Dora's mother-in-law-Nick's mom. She told me to tell 
Dora. Tell her a long letter is in the mail. But she told me-it could make 
for an interesting scene for Dora-that Nicky could stay the summer, even 
longer if Dora needed him. Just as long as Nicky went to school." 

Selma whistled softly, squirmed in her chair. "How come?" 

"It seems Nick's pop got laid off at Boeing and they're short and it would 
ease their situation if Nick could get his board and room and school 
expenses though Dora," Nancy said. 

"Bet he will get more than just a high school education," Selma said 
cattily. 

"Maybe she won't be too upset," Nancy said. "He should be in Caldwell 
Friday." 

"That's only a couple of days from now." Selma nodded. 

It's terrible, Dora thought, stowing two six packs of beer in a styrofoam 
cooler with two bottles of wine at the small service station/general store 
at the cutoff that would take her through the Emmett Valley to enter 
Caldwell from the northeast, how a piece of ass doesn't last me longer than 
a couple of days. 

Before starting the engine, she opened a can of beer. Then she wheeled the 
station wagon along the narrow highway that followed the Payette River into 
Black Canyon Reservoir. The hot summer wind whipped in and out of all the 
lowered windows, but the only cooling she felt was the cold can snuggled 
into the crotch of her shorts. 

"Hot-assed me," she moaned. "I think I'll just go right out and get laid by 
Cal Kinkaid at his restaurant-bar or Deke Bowen." 

As the wagon swept around a curve, her foot went to the brake as her gaze 
fastened on a disconsolate figure sitting on a suitcase in the middle of the 
heat and nowhere. She came to a stop some seventy-five feet from the 
unmoving figure. She squinted and read lettering on the side of the 
suitcase: Merced, Cal. 

Her eyes swept the bleak landscape of the canyon, seeking trouble. Others 
who might be hidden, waiting for an unsuspecting motorist. The odd-appearing 
person looked up briefly, then his eyes went back to the ground between his 
feet. Odd? His head was clean-shaven. His? It had to be a man. The T-shirt 
evinced no female lumps. 

Carefully, heart thudding, she crept forward, stopped beside him. "You're on 
a mighty lonely road to California," she said tensely. 

He stood, peered at her tentatively. "I know," he replied, picking up the 
suitcase, putting it back on the gravel of the shoulder of the road. 

"I'm going to Caldwell," Dora ventured. "I will take you that far. But don't 
try any rape-stuff or anything like that... " 

His smile, in a wan face, was sad, melancholy. "You don't need to worry." As 
he tossed the suitcase into the back of the vehicle and got in, he added 
bitterly. "I make it only with guys-that's why I'm going to enroll in a 
Bible school or enlist in a monastery or something." 

Dora had the car in motion. "Whaaaaaaaat?" 

"I'm gay; queer-something like that," the young man said, a frail hand 
rubbing a handkerchief over his shaved head. 

"Whew," Dora breathed. 

"It's really hot in Idaho this time of year," the man offered, staring from 
the passenger window. 

"Thirsty?" Dora mumbled. "There's beer and wine in the ice chest." 

When he hesitated, she added, "Well, you aren't queer about a cold beer, are 
you?" In spite of herself, contempt crept into her voice. "Have a beer. You 
. think religion or a monastery is going to solve your problems?" 

He shrugged, guzzling half the beer. 

"You like it, going down on guys?" she goaded. 

"You can let me out," he said with the first show of emotion that fringed on 
hostility. 

"Ah, come on," Dora relented, "finish that bottle and have another. But I 
would like you to answer my question." 

"I don't like it particularly-oh, with some guys, I do," he said. "But 
that's not the main problem; I just can't make it with a girl." 

"Explain?" Dora asked softly, intrigue tugging at her insides. 

"I can't get it on-or up-for a girl. I make it fine with a guy... " 

"You mean-you-can't-get a-hard-on?" Dora said slowly, yet boldly. 

He opened a fresh beer and nodded. "I'm ashamed and miserable. I figure the 
Church or something is the only solution." 

"Pooh," Dora said, her right hand patting his left thigh before she could 
think or restrain herself. "You aren't the only one with sexual problems. I 
have two friends in Caldwell," she fabricated easily, "who make it with each 
other and their husbands suffer. I guess they are romping on top of every 
woman they can get to lie down." Selma and Nancy would kill her. "And I have 
my hangups," she manufactured more lie, "I can't make it with anyone." 

His head came up. "Really?" 

Dora nodded sagely. "It's really sad. Why did you shave your head? Shame? 
Penitence or something? Phooey." 

"I shaved off all my body hair," the man said defiantly. 

"Around your... " Dora inhaled quickly, an excitement quickening her pulse, 
"... genitals?" 

The man gulped at the second beer while he nodded. 

"You mean, you can't get a hard-on?" Dora whispered loudly, a carnal 
churning beginning in her loins. "We are about in the same fix-I can't get 
enthused with anyone-not even a member of the same sex. At least, you have 
that." 

"It's terrible," the young man said dismally. 

Delicately, Dora let her hand rest on his left thigh. "We're really two of a 
kind in a way." She drove a mile or so in silence, eyes scanning the canyon. 
Looking for a place to turn off the road, a secret place. "Maybe you could 
help me-and I could help you." 

"How?" 

"You've had experience with men-maybe you could explain to me what and how a 
man likes sex?" 

She held her breath, hoping he didn't bolt when she parked in a cluster of 
runty trees, behind some forbidding rocks. 

But he didn't run and she turned in the car seat to face him. "You help 
me-and I'll help you," she tried a smile to soften his anguished expression. 

"How, oh, God," he groaned. 

"Doesn't a woman-without any clothes-stimulate you at all?" she ventured, 
very slowly undoing the well-stuffed halter. His eyes flashed to her briefly 
as she pulled it away, leaving her pink-tipped breasts exposed to his view. 
She got up in the seat on her knees and lowered her shorts and panties... 
took them off and sat back in the seat under the wheel. 

"I just can't get-hot-either," she lied. Her cunt was roasting between her 
creamy thighs. "What does a man do that gets you-bothered-that a woman 
doesn't? I'm serious. If you tell me that, maybe I can help you." 

She was pleased that she had his full attention and his pale eyes were 
roaming over her nudity. She patted the lump in the crotch of his slacks. He 
tensed, then relaxed-warily. Then she decided to take a bold tack. "Come on, 
take off your clothes and we'll try to help each other." He didn't move, not 
even when she undid his belt. She rubbed his left leg as she unbuttoned the 
waistband of his trousers and opened his fly. 

With some effort, she pushed his pants to his knees and patted his leg. Her 
heart bumped and there was an aching pain of want in her throat. "Take off 
your pants and shorts," she encouraged softly, confidentially. "What does it 
matter? We won't ever see each other again." She unsnapped his shorts and he 
pushed them and his pants to his ankles. 

Dora pushed away his shielding hands as tears of misery seeped from his 
pinched eyes. "I'm depraved and ugly and no good," he wept, letting her push 
his hands away. 

Her hand rubbed up and down his long thigh and she felt muscles flutter 
under her palm. But his penis didn't respond at all. 

"You aren't ugly-you're lovely," she sighed, fingertips rubbing along the 
top of his limp peter. "You're sure you can't get a hard-on?" She knew her 
face was burning. He shook his head and tensed as she cupped a hand over his 
limber organ. "What does a guy like best from another guy?" she asked 
softly. Dora felt a spell of dizziness as her fingers toyed with his cock 
and balls. 

"Guys blow-job and cornhole," he said tersely, his legs fanning open as she 
shoveled both hands into his crotch. 

Sort of right up my alley, Dora thought, caressing his limp, hot, sweaty 
meat, lifting it to peel back the foreskin from the aromatic glans. All 
except taking a husky cock up the butt. Not a tendril of hair around his 
cock or across his belly. Her vision glazed as she stared at his unadorned 
manhood. 

Dora's body was warm beyond the heat of the summer day. She wondered whether 
her eagerness to be at him was betrayed by her short breathing, nervous 
fingers despite her desire to appear reluctant and timid. 

The length of his peter seemed unduly relaxed and limp as it sagged over her 
fist. She stroked the thick, smooth skin up and down, pursing it over the 
savory fruit. It seemed obscenely long without the normal flounce of hair 
around its root. 

She leaned over him, her face at reading distance from the rubbery organ. "I 
don't know whether I can help you or not," she murmured, silently sniffing 
the male muskiness that emanated from his prick. She tried to imagine his 
member at full erection with a man going down on it or his heaving it with 
abandon and depravity into a man's ass. Like some of the pictures in books 
and magazines she had secretly purchased in Pocatello that time she and Phil 
had gone to Denver to see her mother and dad. 

The vision of two guys making out sent carnal thrills rippling through her 
tummy, juices bubbling in her cunny. "Anyway, just lean back," she 
whispered. He obeyed, splayed his knees far apart, spread his feet to the 
limit allowed by the clothing around his feet. "Have you ever let a woman 
try to make you ready?" 

His crying was soft, muffled, grief-laden. "Once," he choked. "She got me 
about ready, then it went all soft when I tried to put it in." 

"Put it in?" Dora groaned. "You mean in her front, like normal?" The 
tingling of her tumescent clit was about to drive her mad. She glanced at 
his taut expression and he nodded. She tried to keep her tone casual, 
clinical. But her guts tightened painfully about what she was on the verge 
of proposing. "Did you ever consider starting it in her-like you would with 
a man-in her rear-then slipping it into her front after you got to going 
good?" 

"No," he said dully. 

"That just might be a suggestion," she said, trying to sound cheerful and 
confident. Apparently her suggestion was having some effect on him because 
she detected quiverings in his cool meat. 

Ever so gently, she squeezed down on his peter and nuts with both hands. 
Could she go through with it, if she succeeded in fully arousing him. If his 
prick was as big as even the limpness hinted, could she stand to be 
cornholed? 

Slowly, she pressed her fist-full of cock to his groin, watching the dark 
glans seem to crawl out of the thick foreskin. "Nothing?" she whispered, 
unable to get any volume to her voice. She lifted the long hunk of meat up 
straight, stroking the skin firmly back and forth on the limp tube, exposing 
the tender morsel on the end, sort of milking it. 

"Don't you feel a thing?" she groaned, disconcerted that she might not be 
able to manipulate him. "Doesn't my hand feel good on your-penis? Close your 
eyes and pretend it's a man's hand on your cock." 

He nodded, lifted his feet and let her move his clothes over his shoes. A 
thought occurred to her and she let his meat fall between his spread thighs. 
"I'm going to get out and come around to your side; you just lie out across 
the seat." 

She shuffled around the front of the car and opened the passenger door and 
he was already lying in the seat, feet up on the seat, knees fanned far 
apart. Dora's breathing almost stopped as she stared at the beauty of his 
dangling balls, downward folded hunk of meat. He seemed all but asleep and 
she paused long enough to strip. 

As she moved her body between his legs, she rubbed his hairless balls and 
dappled her fingers over his heavy cock and firm gonads. "Just make believe 
I am a guy about to make love to you," she whispered, resting her hot, hard 
titties on the edge of the seat as she lifted his genitals, began massaging 
them. 

Holding his pecker as if it were a big bat, she squeezed and kneaded. "Now, 
just concentrate," she chided, taking a deep breath and jacking him off with 
increasing vigor. "You can get hard," she said, querulously. Her 
masturbation became a rapid flogging motion and she blew her hot breath on 
the tip of his pecker as a droplet of moisture seeped from the red slot. 

She was encouraged when his dong trembled in her twin fists. "I know it can 
be done; that I can do it," she panted. "I can get your cock hard, if you'll 
concentrate, pretend I am a guy about to go down on you and give you a 
wonderful blow-job." 

Dora bent her face to within inches of the glans, ran the skin far back to 
expose the coronal ridge. Her fingers squeezed, forcing blood into the head 
so that it expanded to a delectable tight smoothness. She blew her breath on 
it. "Doesn't that feel good and sexy to you?" She kept her voice deep and 
husky, trying to emulate a man. 

His body shuddered in response. She blew her breath again, lips puckered to 
force it out in a small stream. "You can do it," she praised, "let it get 
nice and long and hard like your boyfriends like it." 

She smacked a little kiss on the tip of the head and felt a heartening lurch 
all along the shaft that now had more than a hint of starch in it. "We can 
get your prick nice and hard," she panted softly. She kissed it again with a 
loud smack, lips open and she could taste his male flavor. 

"Uuuummmmmm?" she purred, her tongue flicking with increasing boldness 
across the fully exposed head of his cock. Impulsively, she formed her full 
lips behind the corona and sucked lustily. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" the man yelped, his butt bucking upward at her lustfully 
sucking mouth. Rapidly, Dora began to forget everything but the glorious 
sensation of his peter responding to her hot lips and swizzling tongue. His 
ass hunched as she sucked mightily on his growing organ. His plaintive 
squeal of erotic pleasure was like orchestral music to her ears. It 
thundered and rang in her ears as his thighs pressed in against her head. 

She wanted to praise him, but she had an immense glob of sex-meat crammed in 
her mouth, her teeth raking his tender flesh as she began to mouth-fuck him 
with slow, tantalizing strokes. The nap of the car seat was rasping her hard 
tittie tips and she felt her own juices flowing down the insides of her 
creamy thighs. 

For a second, she wondered what she would do if some man walked up just 
then, saw her in the proper position and was inclined to tip a cock into her 
asshole. Strangely, the idea didn't distress her at all. In fact, she spread 
her legs and relaxed her anal muscles as if preparing to accept a massive 
jolt of stud-meat in her rectum. 

Dora used her tongue, making it undulate like a crawling snake as she 
ministered to his rapidly swelling cock with her lips and indrawn cheeks. 
She pressed into his crotch with the weight of her body to force his thick 
meat deep into her mouth, the sweet bulb into her throat. 

"Uuuuummmmmm-yuuuuuummmmm," she glugged with satisfaction through her nose 
as nerves tingled all along the barrel of his cock. She swallowed his cock 
until the light stubble on his groin scratched her forehead. She paused to 
rest, slurping her tongue around his cock that seemed hard as cast iron. 

Her mouth was so full of mammoth prick she had difficulty using her tongue 
on it and her mouth was stretched and her jaws ached. Very deliberately she 
began bobbing her head up and down on his giant erection. As she 
mouth-fucked him with long strokes, she sucked as hard as she could on the 
outstroke on his ripe plum. 

If he likes it with a man, she mused, her mouth alive and wild on his 
quivering member, he would like and expect to get it, too. She slid her 
hands under his balls, finger delving into the crack of his ass. She found 
his anal pucker and it relaxed on contact. 

She went 'way down on him at the same time she inserted the middle fingers 
of both hands in his anus. "Aaaaarrggghhh," he groaned as she began working 
her fingers in him as her mouth flew up and down on his enormous prick. 

Dora had the hypnotic sensation that each time she plunged her mouth down on 
his cock the head was stabbing into her stomach. His middle began buckling 
up and down and she just didn't believe he could go soft now, not until he 
copulated a great flood of jizz. 

She sensed he was about to reach a point beyond which he couldn't endure-and 
would hose his cum into her gullet. Violent shudders rumbled through her 
pelvic region, further stimulating the flow of her own hot juices. Her legs 
trembled weakly. It wasn't that she minded taking his cannon blast in her 
mouth-it was just that she needed it elsewhere, even if it was in her ass 
canal. 

Tentatively, she slipped her fingers from his scalding bowels and eased back 
on his shivering cock. She continued to flagellate his cock as she crawled 
into the car, atop him. "Keep thinking how nice it is," she cooed, adjusting 
the angle of his prick and quickly sinking her cunt smack down on his 
rock-hard dong. Her vaginal muscles quivered around the massive penetration 
and she was just about to initiate her first coital action when she detected 
a definite shriveling of his delectable flesh. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhheeeeeeee," she quailed in anguish and frustration as her 
sex-starved snatch contracted around his cock that was slowly retreating 
from its length and girth to an object of incompetence and impotence. "Don't 
let your marvelous prick go soft," she wailed. 

He was struggling beneath her, trying to worm away from her enveloping 
pussy. "That's a pussy around my peter," he cried in near-hysteria. "Get 
your pussy off my peter." 

Dora quickly lifted her body, let his cunt-wet cock plop onto his heaving 
belly. She lifted it in both hands and began jacking him off, thumbs 
caressing the slick knob. For a minute, she thought she was continuing to 
lose the battle, but finally his sex wedge re-captured its former length and 
hardness. 

But her pussy churned turbulently, disappointed and cheated from its helping 
of male meat. "What can I do for you?" Dora sobbed, her hands working over 
his meaty bludgeon. "Would it work all right in my-asshole?" she implored, 
giving no thought to the possibility it might hurt her rectum like hell. 

"I-don't-know," he whimpered. 

"Got to have it," Dora frowned. "You hold your nice, big prick upright and 
steady," she charged, getting his hands around the base of his magnificent 
hard-on. "Hold it firm now." 

Satisfied he would comply, she palmed her cheeks and stretched the dimple of 
her anal ring as far as she possibly could. She squirmed her bottom to get 
his hot knob against her blazing anal entry. She sat on it slowly, firmly, 
increasing the pressure, determined to impale her guts on his long spear. 

For a moment depraved, lascivious doubts flooded her mind. But they 
dissipated quickly as she felt the head of his prick being pinched and her 
flesh was yielding inwardly. The burning in her anus was intense, almost 
unbearable. Yet, she persisted, increasing the pressure by the sheer weight 
of her bottom. She kept the cheeks of her ass flattened out with her hands 
as she squirmed her back hole on his rigid member. 

"Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh," she squalled in anguish as she felt the pucker 
string stretched painfully as it yielded to admit the ass-gorging knob. Then 
she rested, her tits quivering before her fuzzed vision. Sweat quickly 
filmed her entire body as she took more of his torturous staff up into her 
roiling bowels. 

"One good thing about it," she hissed, "your prick is staying good and hard 
and long-so far. Right now, I can't figure what anybody could enjoy about 
being cornholed." 

With three or four inches of his cock imbedded in her butt hole, Dora paused 
to rest, catch her breath. But the slender, bald man under her suddenly 
lurched, his hips humping upward and he drove his cock to the balls into her 
bowels. 

"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwkkkkkk, Goddamn!" Dora whinnied, her hands releasing the 
moons of her ass. She was about to lift off his prick through survival 
instinct, but his hands went to her thighs, pressed against her hips and 
held her fully gored on his massive, pulsating shaft. 

She stared at his wide open eyes, was fearful as she scrutinized the blazing 
lights in them. "Whaaaaaat?" she whispered as he held her while he lurched 
to a sitting position. 

There was a feral gurgling in his throat as he maneuvered them out of the 
car. She was surprised by his surging strength as he bent her backward and 
slowly rotated her pinioned ass on his burning prick. 

Slowly he lowered her to the ground on all fours. His arms looped around her 
waist and he had her like a dog mounted up on a bitch. 
"Aaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh," he growled, pulling his prick out of her seven or 
eight inches and cornholing it back into her bowels. 

Dora whimpered in near-panic as he began sawing away at her asshole with his 
ruthless prick. Her face dangled to the ground and she stared at the obscene 
swing and sway of his heavy balls as he fucked her butt with a sort of 
relentless fury. His gonads slap-slapped up across her dripping vulva, 
agitating her distended clitoris. 

As quickly as the pain came, it fled and she was enthralled by the glorious 
sensuality of having her asshole slam-banged full of magnificent cock. 

Never had she felt such fire in her loins. And the rapid, steady drumming of 
his massive cock into her guts started sharp, crashing thunder deep in her 
asshole and her snatch. 

All the while he was snorting and huffing like an animal as he poured his 
prick deep into her helpless, naked body. Dora exploded through a series of 
tumultuous orgasms as he plowed out her ass with almost brutal hunches and 
lunges. 

Physical intuitiveness took control of her and her anal muscles squirmed and 
clutched insanely around his goring cock. Her pussy was now erupting as if 
it were being plundered by a diligently applied prick. But the greatest 
enchantment was taking place in her carnally enlarged butt hole. She 
wondered when-and hoped not for a long time-her sodomistic pleasure would 
finally stop. Her bowels were burning and churning as the shaved man at her 
rear continued pummeling her ass with his enormous cock. 

He panted and gasped as he labored, each forward lunge more forceful as if 
he were trying to drive cock he didn't have into her quaking body. Being 
cornholed is good, she mused dully, now rocking her body back and forth in 
tune and time to his lewd plunges. 

When he finally orgasmed, his prick went wild, expanding and flooding her 
guts with red-hot semen. But he never missed a stroke, continuing to fuck 
out her asshole even as he sprayed her insides with his jizz. 

After it was over, he kept his cock buried in her butt, spasming and 
contorting, draining out the last of his lascivious pleasure in her 
sweat-drenched body. 

"I love it, I love it," Dora said weakly, her ass muscles milking his cock. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

As if in a trance, Dora drove on to Caldwell, letting the silent, almost 
sullen man out to pick up the Interstate leading to Portland-or wherever he 
wanted to go, now. She didn't attempt to assess her feelings about her 
willing yield to sodomy-other than her insides remained aflame with 
pleasure. 

One thought was foremost in her dazed mind and that was to pick up Nicky and 
return to her place in the mountains. She wasn't concerned about leaving her 
Caldwell home. The Bowens and Kinkaids would watch out for it, keep the lawn 
mowed for use of the swimming pool. And because they were friends. 

She saw no evidence Nancy and Selma were home when she parked in the 
driveway. She let herself in and went to the telephone. No answer at either 
place. "They may be at Cal's club," she said aloud, taking a cold beer from 
the refrigerator. 

"Before I forget," she said to herself. And she went to her bedroom and put 
the large envelope with the books and magazines she had bought in Pocatello 
in a suitcase in which she would pack some more of her things. 

She returned to the kitchen to examine the mail Nancy had left for her on 
the kitchen table. "I'll make it easy for Nick to get the idea," referring 
to the spicy pictures in the envelope, "about how he can get to me-so I can 
get to him." 

Dora scowled as she read the letter from her mother-in-law. Well, she 
wouldn't have to watch the clock to meet the bus from Seattle. Damn, she 
didn't want to hang around Caldwell for two days. She picked up the kitchen 
telephone and called Seattle. 

"It isn't money," Nicky's mother said hesitantly. "It was something else." 
Maybe she had better let Nicky's father explain. There was a pause. 

"Nicky and some other boys were in a little bit of trouble-with a girl." The 
male voice was heavy. 

"Nicky got a girl in trouble?" Dora murmured, her heart skipping and 
pounding with disappointment. 

"No," his father said. "They-Nicky and a couple of other boys-were mixed up 
with a divorcee and her young daughter." He added that Nicky had said he 
hadn't done it, but it looked different to the police. That's why his mother 
had explained in the letter about Nicky's coming down for awhile. It seemed 
like a good idea for him to leave the Seattle area for a year or so. If Dora 
could manage with him. 

"Yes, I can," Dora smiled. "School will be no problem, either." Closing, she 
said, "If I'm not here, let Nancy Kinkaid know and she and Cal can look out 
for him. Just put him on the bus and send him." 

Shortly after hanging up, she saw Nancy and Selma coming across the back 
way, around the pool. As they entered through the patio door, Nancy said, 
"Give us a cold beer, Dora dear. Looks like we're going to have darned 
teacher/school board meetings on contracts for the rest of this week and 
most of next. How is the mountain woman?" 

"I just talked to Nicky's mother and dad," Dora said poutily. "He's not 
coming today." 

"Friday," Nancy nodded. "His mother called me." 

"Maybe not then," Dora said flatly. "It seems he and some other boys are in 
a little trouble with a girl and the girl's divorced mother." 

"You mean-," Selma perked up, "-sleeping around?" 

"I would presume he's been screwing," Dora said lamely. 

"That oughta make it easy... " Nancy said softly, casually. 

Dora felt a warm flush in her cheeks, looked away as if she hadn't heard. 
"I'm going back to the hills right away. I was wondering if you and Cal 
would watch out for him and drop me a post card when he arrives and I'll 
come after him." 

"Or someone can bring him up," Nancy said. 

Dora nodded, smiled agreement. She put her address on the back of the 
envelope from Nickey's mother. "I have no phone up there and don't plan on 
one." She gave them the phone number at the truck stop. "I'll be in there 
every day or so and they take messages for people all over the area." 

"We have to have a bite of lunch and get back to the school," Selma said. 

"Well, all of you come up and see me," Dora said. "I'm going to stop and 
mooch a drink from Cal and I'll draw him a map. Is Deke still working for 
the Parks Department, Sel?" 

"Part of the time. You should see him at Cal's place; he's tending bar part 
of the time, too," Selma said blithely. 

Across town, Dora slipped into the darkened lounge, hesitated to accustom 
her eyes to the dimness and saw Deke at the bar with Cal who was working on 
some books. She stepped closer, hand half-raised to get their attention. 

"All Dora has to do is wink and I'll help her out," Cal was saying. 

"Selma just about the same as said she didn't give a damn if I plugged her 
hole," Deke kept his voice low, confidential. 

"You live next door," Cal smirked. 

"You live across the alley," Deke grinned. "Would Nan de-horn you if you 
gored the little blonde?" 

Cal ignored the question. "I don't think she would be tough to lay-if she 
talked to our wives about it." 

As Deke moved back up the bar, Dora, flushed with mixed emotions on hearing 
herself discussed, retreated into the small foyer of the side entrance. 
Those coarse bastards, she pouted. 

But as her pulse quieted, she smiled. An illicit excitement sent hot flushes 
and sweet tingles through her mind and body. With her composure again 
intact, she sauntered back into the club and slid onto a stool beside Cal. 
"Buy me a drink, neighbor," she smiled at him. "I'm going to draw you a map 
how to get to my place in the hills." 

"Hunh?" Cal grunted, eyebrows lifting. 

"You got some funny ideas?" she taunted him. "Well, Nancy will explain. 
Thanks for the drink, Deke," she said, drawing a rough map on a bar napkin. 
"Nicky's been delayed-Nancy knows as much about it as I do. I want someone 
to tote him up when he does get to Caldwell. Okay?" 

Cal shrugged, patted her bare left leg just above the knee. "Somebody can 
bring the kid up. If he gets in before Wednesday, I can drop him by. I'm 
going to a tavern and bar convention in McCall Wednesday." 

"You going, Deke?" Dora asked casually, wondering if he could see the sudden 
pulse beat in her throat. 

"He's coming along, if he wants to," Cal answered for the full-bearded Deke 
who reacted indifferently. 

"Maybe I'll see you both," Dora smiled, slipping from the stool and 
sauntering toward the side entrance. 

When Dora parked the station wagon beside the house, the sun was not yet low 
enough to be screened off by the hump of mountains to the west. She shut the 
door, hesitated, listening to voices of those camped down the river. There 
wasn't even a breath of breeze to rustle the towering pines that surrounded 
the house and bared the sides of the mountains. The laughter and voices were 
muted, but carried clean and clear. 

She shrugged her shoulders and marched into the house. With just a brief 
pause for a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, she carried the piece of 
luggage to her bedroom. After storing sheer lingerie in a dresser drawer, 
she took the envelope to the bedroom Nicky would occupy. "I'll bet his eyes 
will bug when he gets a glimpse of my thin undies," she giggled, carelessly 
strewing the lewd material in a bureau drawer. 

Perched on the railing that enclosed the rough plank veranda at the front of 
the house, drinking her third beer, impatience grew in Dora as she listened 
to the raucous laughter from downriver. She could see her fence line 
marching up a gentle hogback some fifty yards from where the group was 
camped. 

Without plan, Dora got another bottle of beer from the kitchen and strolled 
southeastward through the tall pines and scattered bitterbrush. As she 
approached, she heard the shrill shrieks of a woman's voice and was relieved 
she wouldn't walk in on a group of guys fishing or possibly swimming naked. 

She paused behind a thicket, a quickening of pulse warming her as she 
thought about the latter. She hesitated at the crude stile at the corner of 
the fence, then stepped over. Her heart lurched with trepidation as she 
stared at the rear of the white van with a large peace sign brushed crudely 
across the wide, single door in blue paint. 

It was licensed in Oregon. From where she stood, she saw a lean young man, 
clean-shaven. He lounged against the side of the van with a bottle in his 
hand. 

Dora moved closer, keeping to tall, gnarled shrubbery. The female voice 
shrieked again, a commingling of pleading and laughter. "Get with it; get me 
going, get me going." 

"Hump her, Dick," a jubilant male voice beyond Dora's vision piped. 

There was a steady twinging between Dora's legs as she skirted the open area 
to where she could crouch behind brush and study the group. Three young men. 
And at least one girl. 

The youth she had seen standing and the one squatting beside him wore 
swimming trunks. The third was naked, toiling between the veed legs of the 
plump young girl on a spread blanket. She had her hands tangled in his long 
hair and her feet danced erotically as he plowed her sex-field. Dora could 
hear the hot sloshing of his cock pounding into her pussy. 

An agonizing pain ripped through Dora's vagina and womb as the girl screamed 
as the youth slammed his body to hers. Dora's breath caught and she nearly 
choked as the boy suddenly raised up, his hard, wet penis spurting cum over 
the girl's fat belly and plump tits. 

"You son of a bitch," the girl laughed, scooping up his jizz and smearing it 
on his bearded face with her fingers. 

"You short-donged son," one of the guys jeered. 

"Shut up," the kid grunted, leaning back into the girl's saddle and pushing 
his drizzling cock back into her gaping snatch. 

Dora felt faint, yet her eyes focused, stark and clear, on the lasciviously 
joined pair. Her mind churned dizzily and her gash, wet and swollen and 
gaping, itched unbearably. 

"Come on, fuuuuuuuuuck me, Honey," the girl wheedled, flopping her plump 
butt to his pumping prick. "You can do it! Make your pecker fly in my pussy. 
You can jizz me again." 

Dora was unaware she had risen to her feet. For several minutes, she stood 
as if petrified, staring, transfixed, as the youth finally extracted his 
cock from the girl, wiped the wetness on her thick thighs. 

"You slimy-dicked prick," the girl yelped, scrambling away, running in 
awkward, naked strides to dive into the sun-shimmering pool of the Payette 
River. With a devilish, smug grin the young man turned and caught the swim 
trunks one of the others tossed him. His peter dangled in an outward, 
half-wilted loop. 

He raised his eyes and stared straight into Dora's pale face. "An audience," 
he smirked. "I usually charge five bucks. But as a courtesy to the lady on 
the hill, it's for free. Vonne, get out of the water and invite our neighbor 
to join us." 

Dora reddened with embarrassment and humiliation. She felt her jaw sag 
dumbly as the fat girl clambered out of the water and slipped into a shirt 
far too big for her. She buttoned the shirt, slapped her recent lover's butt 
as she minced forward and took Dora's right wrist. 

"Her beer's gone," Vonne said. "Get her a cold drink." 

She accepted the sloe gin over ice, wishing and not wishing that the one 
youth would put on the swim trunks. Darn, she could hardly keep her eyes off 
his dangling genitals. Why hadn't she turned and fled? She stood with her 
feet together, pinching her sleek thighs against her seething crotch. She 
knew damned well-at least her itching, burning cunny knew. That cornholing 
job didn't last me long! She frowned mentally. 

"You're Dora Masters," the one called Dick said, "they told us down at the 
truck stop. Get a pillow for the lady to sit on," he told the little fat 
queen. 

"I can't stay," Dora muttered, sitting on the uncased pillow, feeling a 
sharp quill prickle her butt through the thin shorts and shear panties. She 
was mildly astonished she felt no uneasiness as the four of them hovered 
over her. 

Who, her mind fretted, has the biggest one? She could see the bared peter of 
one; but, the other two? She recoiled slightly as the four of them dropped 
to their knees before her. 

She peered from face to face uncertainly, senses alive as Vonne sat back 
Indian-fashion on the far end of the blanket. The shirt was ballooned by her 
big breasts and the tail gaped over her thighs, leaving her wet bush 
exposed. 

"Sorry you walked up and caught us and got embarrassed," Dick smiled, 
rubbing his smooth chin. 

"It's okay," Dora said, voice just above a whisper. "I had no 
business-prying." 

"Who am I married to tomorrow?" Vonne chirped, "I lose count." 

"Bob tomorrow," Dick said, "then me on Friday. And the three of us alternate 
through the weekend, starting with Tom Saturday morning." 

Dora decided that Tom was the naked boy, the one who had just finished his 
sloppy fucking of the chunky girl. Senses dulled by the drink, she 
surrendered her glass for a refill. 

"You guys are wearing me out," the chubby girl pouted, the fingers of one 
hand scratching at her well-worn gash, "you've got to get another wife to 
share the love chores." 

"You're right," Dick agreed. 

"Not me!" Dora blurted, fires sparking between her legs. Her face reddened 
as the three guys chuckled, exchanging winks. 

"No," Tom said evenly. "We travel and you wouldn't want to leave your nice 
house on the mountainside." 

Dora swiveled her gaze from face to face, squirmed on the pillow, her 
recently plundered anus itching and her vulva burning with lecherous 
yearning. 

She trembled as one of them shuffled to her left and laid a hand on her bare 
shoulder. She shrunk from him slightly as he touched her hair, let his 
fingers glide across the exposed crowns of her breasts. "But, she might be a 
good neighbor and help you out, Vonne," Bob said. Dora shuddered as his hand 
cupped and weighed her jutting tittie through the halter. 

"I should go," Dora complained weakly, but she didn't move away. "No, I 
don't think so." Her back stiffened as Bob caressed the exposed skin of her 
back. "Hey!" she squeaked as his fingers slipped the buttons of the halter 
between her shoulders. 

A brief vision of the night in the alley flitted through Dora's mind. This 
was going to be about the same. That huge, wine-smelling man had simply 
taken her without asking-and these guys were going to do the same. 

She pressed her upper arms to her sides, trying to keep the halter over her 
feverish breasts. God, she winced mentally, that Tom's penis is starting to 
swell again-and he just finished a double-screw with the plump Vonne. And 
Dick had a huge "dick lump" in his trunks. 

They all have elephant trunks between their legs! She frowned, vision 
blurry. "Beautiful, hot, shapely neighbor, our Dora," Bob crooned. "Can't 
you all smell her sexy blossom?" 

"Quiiiiiiiitttttt," Dora whined as her halter was tugged away, spilling her 
glorious globes into the open. 

All three of them are going to shove the prick to me, her mind wailed in 
protest. But there was no defiance between her legs. She knew her panties 
were getting soppy from the sex-seepage from her yawning vulva. 

She sat stiff and unmoving as Bob's hands fondled her hard, upward-tilting 
titties. She would just have to tolerate this-this debasement, she mused, 
with no trace of bitterness. 

"Stop," she said breathlessly as one of his hands slid down her bare tummy 
to palm her crotch. 

"Hot, wet furnace. Steam heat in the summertime," Bob muttered, voice terse 
and guttural with lustful passion. 

"Heeeeeeyyyy," she protested as he bent her backward onto the blanket, 
leaving her bottom elevated on the pillow. Her words were cut off as he 
trapped her mouth with his thirsting lips. His tongue dived to her tonsils 
and she tried to kick as she was totally denuded. 

"Only word for her boobs is voluptuous," Bob gasped, his mouth gulping one, 
then the other. Dora screamed softly, shrilly as her legs were looped over 
someone's shoulders. Fingers smoothed her golden mesh, pried her nether 
mouth open. 

"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!" she squalled as quivering lips suctioned onto her 
gaping twat trench. Her toes curled and muscles ached in her thighs as her 
pussy was eaten. It had to be Tom-the way crisp beard scratched the 
sensitive, inner planes of her tapering thighs. She spread her legs wide to 
escape the tickling and a tongue slithered deep into her quivering vagina. 

"Succulent cunt," the voice came mumbled, as if from a great distance. "A 
big, red rose. It loves it. It loves it not," he chimed, nibbling at the 
passion-bloated inner petals of her sex-blossom. "It definitely loves it," 
he warbled, tonguing her clit and scooping into her agitated cunt. 

"A three-way gang-bang," Vonne gloated. "Let me help you two guys get naked 
and ready for her." 

"I don't think I should let you," Dora said helplessly. How ludicrous, she 
thought, not letting them. Her eyes were wide, staring into the pale blue 
sky and at the gently swaying tops of the pines. Then her vision was blocked 
and she was staring up between Dick's lean, hairy legs at his heavy balls 
and outward-slanting cock. 

She was about to cry out for them to leave her alone, but the mouth on her 
pussy ignited her powder and her twat exploded, the bang-bangs thundering 
through her canal and thudding hollowing in her womb. 

The pain in her quivering cunt was the most exquisite pleasure she could 
ever remember. "Who's going to fuck her first?" Vonne fretted, standing 
beside Dick and jacking him off, getting his already monstrous prong even 
bigger. 

"I'm getting her snatch ready; I'll go first," Tom argued. 

"Nope," Dick disputed. "You banged off three or four times in Vonne and you 
could fuck 'til midnight without blasting her cunt. I go first." 

Dora felt hollow and resentful as Tom took his mouth and tongue away. She 
glanced at his genitals. Why couldn't he go first? He had a huge, 
magnificent cock. Fascinating, too; his skin had been cropped and his huge 
pear glistened appetizingly. 

Even after he had gone, Dora's legs remained elevated, her hips hoisted into 
the air by the pillow. And the frenetic flames continued to burgeon in her 
torrid twat. She lifted her head to peer over Bob's head as he continued to 
slurp her tits to watch Dick kneel between her legs. He just touched her 
knees and she swooped her feet high and as far apart as she could get them. 

"Want to put it in for me?" Dick muttered, his fingers tickling her fur, 
testing the plushiness of her mound, one dipping into her cove. 

Dora stretched an arm. "I can't reach you. Bob's in the way," she explained, 
letting her arms flop out straight from her shoulders. 

For a second, she was tempted to ask him to turn her over on her tummy and 
she would lift her bottom to him and he could do it to her like one of the 
pictures in one of those books or magazines in Nicky's bureau. Like that dog 
was giving it to that woman with the ecstatic expression in the 
advertisement for 8 mm movies. 

But there were three of them-maybe one of them would want to give it to her 
dog-fashion. She wished she could watch him feed it into her, but Bob's head 
was in the way. A violent tremble quaked her body as he swabbed the huge 
bulb in her gaping trench. 

"Hot cunt," Dick groaned. 

Dora inhaled raggedly as she felt the searing knob planted against her 
throbbing entry. Wide-eyed, she stared at the tops of the trees, at Tom's 
massive wand being stroked by the lecherous Vonne. 

Her hips scissored as her legs bent toward her head as he pushed at her. 
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah," she gurgled as her tight flesh yielded and she took in the 
head of his rigid prick. 

Muscles in her thighs and calves ached as Dick hunched his buttocks, driving 
his cock into her cunt, an inch at a time. She could feel the crinkly walls 
of her vagina shaping around his inward plundering prick, sliding, sliding, 
sliding exquisitely along her flaming tunnel. 

"Ah-ahhhhhgggggghhhhhh," she choked, her tits on fire, her asshole itching, 
her nervous snatch blazing. Soft sobs of insurmountable passion sifted from 
her open mouth as he slowly, slowly, slowly fucked his monstrous cock 
farther and farther into her body, inching it toward her womb. 

How snug her cunt felt around his gliding prick. The inner churnings were 
the most heavenly sensations she had ever known. The pleasure of his 
relentless penetration was almost more than she could bear. Each short punch 
of his prick into her pussy kindled more ravaging fires in her snug cove. 

She squirmed her bare ass on the pillow, feeling like a pinned butterfly. 
Each thrust of his stony prick sent a new cascade of pleasure flooding 
upward through her sweaty belly. 

Dora began screaming uncontrollably, her hands pushing at Bob's face. The 
mouth on her tumescent tits was becoming unbearable. "Get off her boobies," 
Dick ordered, pushing Bob away, "and let her fuck now." 

Dora winced as the head of Dick's cock plunged against the bottom of her 
cunt. "Thanks," she whined, her legs wobbling beside his head as he began to 
pour the prick to her throbbing pussy. 

A flurry of electrical sensations began sparking in her cock-absorbing cunt 
as he pumped and pistoned into her at a mind-bombing pace. The pillow under 
her ass helped a lot, getting her snatch arched up to him. She just wished 
she could get her legs farther apart to widen the saddle for his slambanging 
cock. 

When he grasped her shoulders, she found he held her body in place and she 
was able to rock and roll her ass at his thudding prick with lewd abandon. 
And his hairless chest felt so good rubbing her aching, burning, tingling 
titties. 

She had had a cunt-suck cum, but she was about to have a shattering 
cock-induced orgasm. "Fuck fast right now," she pleaded, shaking her ass at 
him with total depravity. 

"Shove it in deep and fuck it around in me," she squalled frantically, her 
insides exploding with sexual hysteria. A sharp pain added to her ecstasy as 
he grated his bony groin against her love mound. 

Her cock-lover muscles were vibrating like a tuning fork around his goading, 
goring barrel. "Cuuuuummmm in my hot pussy!" Dora screamed. 
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!" Her asshole was bulged into an obscene 
contortion as her cunt milked his spasming prick. 

He poured her snatch full of jizz in a tumultuous eruption. And he kept his 
cock moving in her quivering cunt, pushing it in, easing it out a trifle, 
thudding it back in. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhiiiiieeeee," Dora wailed, rocking her ass to accentuate the 
swizzling of his massive, vibrating prick far inside her body. Someone was 
holding his balls and fingers were tickling her pooched out asshole. 

Bolt after bolt of jizz-lightning crashed and thundered way up in her cunt 
and she felt a shattering elation, wishing his prick would never stop 
gushing her full of jizz, that it would remain at full hardness, that she 
could keep it in her snatch forever. 

But it had to end and she glared resentfully at Dick's tense face as he 
pulled his soppy prick from her pussy and wheeled away from her. But before 
she could rail at him, Bob flopped her over on her tummy, shoved her knees 
up against her tingling titties. 

"Oooooohhhh, please," Dora whimpered. "Please?" She would have crawled away, 
but he was already behind her, his hands holding her flanks, against her 
hips. He pushed her head to the blanket so her butt was flaunted in the air. 

"Her butt's been used," Bob grunted. "Yessss, by God! She's had a 
cornholing-bet you today, too." 

"Please, dear God!" Dora cried, feeling the knob of his prick searching in 
the valley between her smooth hillocks. When he hesitated with the bulb of 
his cock welded to her anal entry, she pushed back at him. And the words 
began to flow from her gaping, slack mouth. "Fuck me; fuck me; fuck me up 
the ass. Cornhole my poor little butt hole. Hurry and shove all your 
wonderful prick into my guts." Her breath caught and her eyes bugged as he 
wrenched at her, snapping the thick-ridged knob into her rectum. 

The pain of surprise was short-lived, fading into a delicious warmth that 
ebbed and flowed through her guts and her panting belly. "Spread your 
cheeks," Bob commanded. Instantly, she groped with her hands and pulled the 
firm loaves far to the side, stretching her anus as he drove his huge cock 
up her ass. 

"It's good," Dora said affirmatively, heisting her ass at his plunges 
obscenely. "Cornhole me real deep and make me have a butt hole climax," she 
sighed, twisting her face to one side to watch his face as he ripped his 
cock into her scalding bowels. 

"I can't go with you, but I love cock," she whimpered, concentrating her 
senses on the delectable reaming of her fluttering asshole. "I'm gonna have 
lots of prick-fucking and cornholing and cock-sucking," she volunteered as 
he rapidly sent her reeling toward a carnal orgasm, whipping and swiveling 
his gouging cock around in her clutching bowels. 

"You like sucking a guy's cock?" Tom inquired, kneeling beside her, rubbing 
the head of his swollen joint in her exposed ear. 

"Yes, but not right now," she replied, "let me concentrate on my good 
cornholing. Go fast, Bob," she pleaded, "fuck your cock in my butt good and 
deep and fast-Aaaaieeeee!" 

CHAPTER SIX 

Dora lay on the blanket with Bob's spent cock still stuck up her ass. Her 
eyes followed the others as they swaggered naked around her. She took a 
straw and drank a full glass of sloe gin over ice. "Will your cock get real 
hard again so you can give me another cornholing before I go back to my 
house?" 

"I don't know, Dora baby," Bob said, trying to squeeze the muscles in the 
shaft of his prick. "I don't think so." She winced as he finally pulled his 
cock out of her in a soft, cork-popping sound. 

"My asshole and pussy feels so good," she sighed, raising on an elbow, 
turning onto her side. She glanced down at her nude, used body. Her proudly 
sloping breasts were still swollen, the nipples turgid and tingling. 

"I could take some more-fucking," she said hopefully, dully noting that 
evening was coming on. The aching and itching and burning were starting up 
again in her butt and deep in her womb. It was nearly intolerable as it 
spread through her loins. 

Dora knew she was on the threshold of begging them to give her another 
turbulent round of fucking. To her, right then, nothing was more delightful 
than having a man's naked body loping between her legs, his horse galloping 
in and out of her cunt. 

They had even stopped crawling over to her to tweak her nipples and play 
with her hot titties. She turned her eyes, pitifully, to the three young men 
hunkered naked beside the van, drinking beer. Vonne sat next to Tom, 
fondling his prick, but she wasn't doing much good, keeping it vigilant for 
battle. 

"Nympho," one of them whispered and Dora scowled with displeasure. Was she? 
All she knew was that she was stripped naked and was ready and needed it. 

But she didn't see a pecker with enough starch in it to give her a 
satisfying romp. "Tom?" she said petulantly, her eyes brimming as she stared 
at Fonne's hand fondling his meat. "You didn't give me your nice cock yet." 

When he didn't respond, her voice turned to soft wheedling. "I've got to go 
back pretty soon and you folks will be moving on and we might not have 
another chance to have a good fuck-time." 

"Tell me what you want, Dora," Tom smiled, spreading his knees so she could 
ogle his sagging balls as Vonne gently flogged his dong. 

"I just told you," she said in a lamenting tone. 

"Dora, show me how much you want and need my cock," he said. 

Dora turned onto all-fours and her gaze rivited on his skinned wiener as 
Vonne let it sag. His balls were so symmetrical, the way they filled his 
smooth scrotum. And she had never seen a circumcised penis before. It looked 
so-tasty. And that was what he was inviting. 

Her mouth worked, she flicked her tongue over dry, pale lips. "Do I have to 
say it all again?" she implored, taking a tentative animal approach 
movement. "You're just trying to humiliate me," she accused, taking another 
four-limbed step. 

Her gaze zoomed in as he touched his genitals, lifting them from their 
dangle, aiming the slot in the tip of his cock at her. "You're cruel," she 
groaned, eyes blazing with helplessness. 

"Then you don't want it?" Tom taunted, letting his cock and balls fall from 
his fingers. 

A single sob escaped her lips and she crept toward him. "All right! All 
right! I do want it, Tom. I want it hard and fucked into my pussy or 
cornholed up my butt. There. Okay? I said it!" 

Tears cascaded down her cheeks. 

"I don't have a big hard-on, Dora," he said with a feigned tone of sadness. 

Dora nodded. "I know; I can see that." Then she was near enough, adjusted 
her weight to one arm and reached for him, between his tanned legs, right to 
the heart of his crotch. Her fingers curled around his soft sex and she 
squeezed hopefully. She scooted forward, sitting on one haunch so she could 
get both hands on him, gently flog his limber meat. 

Unaccountably, an animal-like gurgle started in her throat, rattling in her 
chest as she loved his genitals. "It isn't getting fat and hard very fast," 
she pined, jacking him off furiously with both hands. 

She glanced up into his face just briefly as he placed a hand behind her 
head. She didn't resist the pressure and let him bend her face into his 
crotch toward the delectable morsel protruding from his black bush. 

"Kiss it," he said gently. 

She hesitated a second, then scooted her rump forward. She held his peter up 
in both hands as she lowered her face, kissing the skinless glans and 
running the tip of her tongue behind the thick corona. Her hands squeezed 
the barrel demandingly. Again she kissed the head, tickled the slit with a 
soft "smack" sound. 

Her attention was diverted for a second when Dick said, "Vonne, get under 
her and eat her hair pie." Dora let Dick and Bob maneuver her body and she 
felt Vonne squirming her face under her. Vonne's hands went to her thighs 
and pulled her snatch down to her mouth. 

"Uuuuuummmm," Dora purred as lips and a tongue snuckled into her vulva. At 
the same time, she enveloped the head of Tom's cock with her lips. She 
savored the sex flavor and wallowed the meaty fruit from one cheek to the 
other, sucking hungrily. 

Flutters in her meat encouraged her and she sucked in a full mouthful of his 
firm peter. She paused, just working her tongue around the pointy pear. It 
was thickening and she could feel it crawling into her face. 

"Aaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkk," she slurped as the mouth on her pussy was bringing her 
out, sending her toward an inferno of pleasure. As Tom's cock continued to 
grow, she sucked vigorously, licking the sides and seam-side, savoring the 
knob. 

Tentatively, she took her hands from his cock and took up his bag of nuts. 
Confident she had him at full erection, she began bobbing her head, taking 
more and more of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled in slurpy tones as 
she mouth-fucked him with brazen eagerness. 

He hardly disturbed her as he rose slowly to his feet. Her sucking mouth 
followed his cock. Her eyes went to his face inquiringly as he took her face 
between his hands. Then she understood and concentrated on opening her 
throat. Imperceptibly, she nodded and he began lunging the full length of 
his slick prick down her gullet. 

Faster and faster he fucked her in the mouth and her tongue had to swizzle 
furiously to keep from drooling away the fabulous spit mingled with his 
sticky syrup. Then the other two men were beside her, rubbing down her back, 
rubbing their hard cocks on her shoulders, poking the heads at her ears when 
Tom opened his fingers. 

They were jacking off. She could see their hands flying on their cocks from 
the corners of her eyes. 

She would bet no woman ever had so many wonderful, hard cocks around her. 
She sucked voraciously on the plunging, pistoning prick that was nudging her 
tonsils with each inward rush. 

She swallowed frantically to control her slobbering. The slosh-slosh of the 
cock penetrating her throat was like a kind of music in her cock-poked ears. 
Vonne's lips and tongue had her going again and she was cumming like 
hellfire. 

She was taking all Tom's cock with her forehead against his heaving belly. 
Dully, she heard him start to squall insanely as he slam-hammered his cock 
into her face. She ignored the hot gushes of jizz that spattered her ears 
and plastered her face as Tom buried his lustful cock in her throat and 
began flooding his thick cum into her stomach. 

Dora squeezed and milked his rolling balls as he spewed out his lascivious 
passion in her gulping gullet. She clamped her teeth on his hard, pulsating 
meat when he retreated so slightly. And he dug it back into her mouth. 

He patted the top of her head long after his cock stopped spraying jizz. But 
he left it in her mouth and let her suck and tongue it as it slowly 
shriveled. 

Dora continued to suck his cock as the others washed her body with water 
from the laughing river. "Good," she crooned, her mouth devouring the dead 
meat, trying to goad it back for another blow-job. 

Nancy took off the afternoon Monday to meet Nicky's bus from Seattle. She 
stood with him as he retrieved his luggage and helped him carry the four 
suitcases to her car. As she slammed the trunk, she turned to face him with 
a smile, twinkling eyes. 

"I hear tell you've been a naughty boy, Nicky," she teased, giving him the 
familiar shame-finger, rubbing one index finger atop the other. As he 
reddened and swallowed hard, shuffling on his feet, she changed the sign by 
O'ing the thumb and index finger of one hand and sliding her big finger on 
her right hand in and out of it. 

"Oh, phooey," she laughed, patting his flushed cheek and hugging his neck 
fleetingly. "Think no more about that, Honey. You're down here now-not that 
I know how safe you are-and Dora has a keen place up in the mountains. I 
guess you know you'll be staying with her, up there or down here. She hasn't 
decided yet." 

She gave him a swat on the lean rump and pushed him to get in the car. "You 
will be going up there Wednesday afternoon with Cal on his way to McCall. 
You'll be staying at our house 'til then. 

"I dropped Dora a card this morning after your mom called to say you would 
arrive today. I told her you would mow the lawn and that Selma and I had a 
couple of hard things in mind for you to do." 

"Yeah, sure," Nicky said, his poise returning quickly. "Hard things, Mrs. 
Kinkaid?" 

"You'll find out soon enough," Nancy laughed, "and call me Nancy or Nan. 
That's the way I put it in the card-Dora will know right off what I mean. 

Haaaaaard things, Nick." 

"Is Herbie still in the neighborhood?" 

"That snoopy little creep," Nancy snorted. "And I mean snoopy creep. Once 
last summer I was in the bathroom, had just hiked my dress up to my waist 
and pushed down my panties to pee and he was gawking in the bathroom 
window." 

Nicky squirmed in the seat, stretched his legs. "Got an eyeful, huh?" 

Nancy scowled, glanced quickly at the boy, sitting next to her on the car 
seat, noted the satisfactory bulge of his goodie basket and smiled. "That's 
all he'll ever get as far as I'm concerned." She crossed Cleveland Boulevard 
with the light change on Kimball. "You too tired from the trip to maybe help 
me move some furniture and things, Nicky?" 

"Nah, I'm not tired," he nodded. "Just name it." 

"You bet I will," Nancy breathed. She wondered whether her innuendos were 
entirely lost on him. She sort of hoped not, what with his having gotten 
some hard experience in the recent past. 

Nancy stopped to let a car pass so she could pull into her driveway. 
Casually, she smoothed her skirt across her lap, slyly drawing Nicky's eyes 
to her legs where the hem cut them at mid-thigh. 

"Dora is pretty well over losing Phil-but she is, now, starting to miss 
having a man in the house." She glanced at him intently, her eyes holding 
his. "You can probably guess the way I mean." 

When Nicky glanced away, a flush on his cheeks, she smiled, pleased. She 
swung the car into the drive, wheeled it deep into the double garage. "We're 
here," she said cheerfully, opening her door and closing the single door 
behind the car. 

Nicky came around as she opened the trunk. "Let's take in only the luggage 
you think you'll need in the next couple of days." 

Moving with deliberate carelessness, she maneuvered her body so her hip 
brushed against the front of his pants. The reason she had closed the garage 
door was that she had seen Herbie running his bike up the alley behind his 
house on the corner across the street. She certainly didn't want him prying 
around with his little, glittering snake eyes. 

He selected a large suitcase and Dora slammed the trunk. "This way," she 
said. In the kitchen, she stopped abruptly in front of the refrigerator. 
Nicky stumbled against her, his crotch colliding firmly with her rounded 
buttocks. "Excuse me, Nick," she laughed, taking a couple of cans of beer 
from the shelf in the door. 

"Come on." She led the way through the house to a bedroom down the hall from 
the one she and Cal occupied. "You can unpack later or live out of your 
suitcase, as they say." She handed him one of the beers. "Bet this will 
taste terrific after that long bus ride." 

She winked when he nodded and sipped the cold Coors. "I need a cigarette. A 
pack in our bedroom, I think. Come on." In the master bedroom that ran 
across the north end of the house, she hesitated, Nicky just behind her. "I 
was thinking of turning the mattress-but darned if I feel like tearing down 
the bed and making it again. Oh, cigarettes." 

She sauntered to the nightstand with a swing of hips that set the hem of the 
mini-skirt to dancing. It wasn't entirely on purpose; part of it was the 
nervousness of her fingers. She spun the wheel and the lighter frogged from 
her hand and spun through the air, across the bed, bounced from the wall and 
clattered to the floor. "Damn," she breathed softly, tossing the unlit 
cigarette from her rouged lips to the nightstand. 

"I'll get it for you," Nicky offered. 

"I'll manage it," Nancy chirped. She lunged her body across the bed, drew 
her knees up and scrambled forward. As she fished behind the bed for the 
errant Zippo, she kept her bottom high, weaving back and forth, swiveling 
and bobbing. 

No way, she stifled exuberant laughter, can my Nicky avoid gawking at my 
legs and my rear end. She wished she wasn't wearing the snow white 
panties-but that would have been just too obvious. 

For a couple of minutes after her hand clutched the light, she continued 
groping, keeping her trim fanny active and bobbing in simulative coital 
heaving. Deliberately she dropped the lighter and pushed it under the bed. 

"Son of a... " she growled, crawling forward. As she searched for it and 
found it, she stretched a leg out straight, lifting it to assure him an 
additional enticing pose and look at her panty-sheathed cunny-from the back. 

She wished he had the nerve to take the initiative and come up on her from 
the rear. But-even though he'd had some belly-rubbing-he was still just a 
kid. Nancy let herself slip down behind the bed until the top of her head 
touched the floor. 

"Got it," she gasped. She struggled to recover. "Hey, Nick, give me a hand 
and pull me out." 

"Hunh?" 

"Grab me by the leg and tug." Nancy almost giggled. 

She expected him to grab her by the foot and was pleased when his strong, 
young hands seized Tier leg above the knee, his fingers biting into her 
muscle-twinging thigh. "Pull," she gasped. 

Even after she was back on the bed, Nancy retained her animal-like position, 
reached for the discarded cigarette. She kept her bottom presented to him 
until she had the smoke going, then she rolled slightly, let her feet touch 
the floor and sat facing him. 

"All the blood ran into my dumb head," she smiled. "I'm still dizzy. To heck 
with the furniture today. Her appraisal of him was quick, casual. Yep, she 
had had an effect on him. Very prominent. His Levi's couldn't conceal that 
fact. But they still covered what she yearned to see the most. 

Dammit, she frowned, how does a woman go about seducing a young boy-without 
all the crudeness of rape? The lump in his jeans is ample proof his beast is 
plenty willing. She took a swallow of beer. Would the kid run if she went 
right after him? 

Uncertain, she sat there, a leg crossed over the other, peering at the 
floor. "What I said about Dora-did you get what I was hinting? Maybe I 
shouldn't have said anything, Nick. But I think she is starting to consider 
you and her-no, you with her." 

She glanced up when Nicky moved. For a second, she thought he was going to 
leave. But she couldn't have asked for anything better. He had backed away 
and slid his back down the wall to squat on his haunches. 

As if unaware of what she was doing, she uncrossed her legs, set both feet 
flat on the floor and let her knees sway open. She lifted just her gaze and 
his eyes were zeroed in up between her parted thighs-right on her handful of 
pussy. 

"And-I think-the way Selma has been talking-she's getting the hots for 
attention Deke isn't giving her," Nancy said slowly, deliberately, jerkily. 

Nancy drew a deep, erratic breath, stiffened her back and set the empty can 
on the nightstand. "Whew," she smiled tremulously, her eyes flitting about, 
touching his face and darting away. 

"And, me, too-Nicky," she held her head high, aware her cheeks were a deep 
pink, the pulse beating violently in her throat. "Yes-me, too. Hot and 
bothered. Sit here beside me. Come on Don't worry about a thing-like what 
happened in Seattle," she continued huskily. 

When he hesitated, she almost screamed at him in desperation. But her 
emotions simmered down as he moved to sit beside her. She laughed shakily, 
patting his right leg above the knee as he sipped the beer nervously. "I 
won't say anything to anyone and you won't. I'm sure of that." She slid her 
tense hand up his leg and rubbed it over the rocky lump in her pants. 

"I need that, Nicky-very badly. And Selma, too. But you can't waste time 
about Selma-have to get her right away because you'll be going up to Dora 
sometime Wednesday," she hated the weakness of her voice. 

She pinched down on the welt of his peter with fingers and thumb. "I mean 
it, Nick. I really need it. Right now." 

Before the youth could react, she unbuttoned the dress to the waist, 
unbuckled the belt. She lifted her firm, jutting cones in the half-cup bra. 
"Look at me, Nicky." 

She heard him swallow in a soft strangling sound. Then she unhooked the 
harness between her breasts and slowly pulled the filmy, lacy cups away from 
her proud mounds. 

Nancy shrugged the dress from her shoulders and it fell in a whispering 
cascade around her hips. She tossed the feather-light halter atop the nearby 
dresser, the motion setting her creamy boobies to wobbling in a drunken 
ballet before his ogling eyes. 

Still holding and kneading her right globe, she again rubbed his energetic 
genitals, slipped the waistband button, lifted the zipper tab. The straining 
of his aroused maleness started the zipper to parting. 

Just the slightest pressure of her hand reaching in fully opened his fly. 
"Aaaaahhh," Nancy sighed, scooping her fingers into the gaping slit of his 
shorts. Nicky's body lurched spastically as her fingers encircled his young 
stallion. 

"Stand up," Nancy said, tone choked with passion and lust. She removed his 
shirt and pushed his pants and shorts down. "Beautiful," she sighed. "Get 
naked!" And she quickly shuffled out of her dress and half-slip. Her eyes 
never left his expanding serpent. The slit-eye in the tip seemed to wink at 
her in surprise. 

Nancy hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slithered them off her 
taut buttocks, to the knees, let them fall like snow to her feet and stepped 
out of them. 

"Don't be shy," Nancy said, tone wheedling as she took up his protruding 
tusk in both cool, tender hands. A weakness in her legs brought an erotic 
shudder to her entire being. 

Slowly, she drifted to her knees before him, addressing his rigid, pulsating 
flesh. "God, how I need-it," she cooed, her breath whispering against the 
exposed glans. 

"Oooooohhh," Nicky gasped, his hands resting on her shoulders as he dropped 
the empty can. "Aaaaaaaahhhh," he hissed as Nancy kissed the very tip of his 
prick, enclosed the hot, salty knob with her lips. She sucked noisily as his 
fingers bit painfully into the silky, unblemished flesh of her shoulders. 
She could actually feel the beat of his heart along the length of his 
sex-trumpet. 

As she took his husky cock farther into her mouth, she palmed his hot nuts 
with her right hand and let her left caress around his bottom to love his 
butt, fingers creep into the pinched crack of his trembling ass. 

She slurped her tongue and lips along the tremendous cock-shaft a few times, 
assuring herself she had him at full erection. She licked her saliva from 
the firm, dark-red head and squeezed his balls. "Don't cum, Nick," she 
gasped, voice deep with lust. "Come on, now." 

She stood slowly and pressed her nakedness to his, dry-fucking her body to 
his, her belly massaging his engorged cock between them. Slowly, holding his 
biceps, she backed away from him, pulling him onto the bed with her. A soft 
gurgle of satisfaction rattled in her throat as she urged him between her 
lifted, trembling thighs. She patted his back as he lay on her, his chest 
mashing her rubbery pumpkins flat. She fumbled between them, found his 
red-purplish knob and tugged on his tusk of flesh, pressing the head into 
her long, narrow gash. 

A tidal wave of passion rippled along her coital canal. Tingles of ecstasy, 
itching and burning, twinkled deep in her cunny and in her bowels. Nancy 
clamped thumb and index finger around his prick at the root and pulled. He 
cooperated and the pulsating head of his cock dented her sex-dimple, oozed 
into her seething cauldron. 

Silent, convulsive sobs shook the boy's body and hot tears flowed from his 
pinched eyes. "Oooooohhh, hoooooooot," he gurgled as she weaved her body, 
humping her pelvis to capture more and more of his cunt-stretching 
appendage. "I loved the taste of your nice, handsome prick," she cooed. "I 
would have sucked it more, if I had been sure you wouldn't forget I need it 
fucked up my hot little twatty and would have exploded in my mouth." 

He groaned and his body trembled as Nancy cautiously withdrew her hand from 
between them. He seemed paralyzed and didn't move. "I wish, right now, I had 
arms like an ape and could get my hands on your ass and pull you into me," 
she panted. But she bowed her legs, planted her heels in the crack of his 
ass and sort of kicked his cock into her rabid snatch. 

"You know how," she gasped, up-hunching her crotch to his deeply penetrating 
prick. "Start fucking me, Nicky." She had the entire length of his prick 
buried in between her legs, his groin welded pleasurably to her Venus mound, 
but her insides yearned for a rapid churning of his creamer in her urn. 

"Can't you do it?" she whispered, kissing his tear-streaked cheek. "Okay, 
lover," she crooned. "Let's roll over and let Nancy on top." 

They toppled over awkwardly and Nancy gained the dominant mounting position. 
Peevishly, she tossed her long, dark mane over her bare shoulders. She 
placed her hands on his chest, arms stiff, and began jouncing back and 
forth, riding her suction, grasping pussy up and down on his rigid pussy 
popper. Each time she sank down all the way on his cock, she rubbed her 
snatch around on his groin to agitate her turgid clit. 

"You help all you can by up-tossing your ass and driving your cock into me," 
she groaned, "and we'll have a wonderful afternoon, fucking each other and 
suck cock and cunt." 

Her knees pressed into his flanks, against his floating ribs as she rocked 
back and forth, boobies bouncing, fucking her stormy snatch on his rigorous 
wand. She established two motions, the basic of sliding her pussy up and 
down on his joint while at the same time she fucked him by undulating her 
hips. 

She humped and pumped harder as his pitiful sobbings stimulated her 
lascivious emotions. "Concentrate," she whispered. "Feel my pussy taking 
your prick in deeeeeeeeep? Oh, yes, Nick! Move your bottom and shake up your 
nice balls." 

His eyes fluttered open and he stared at her gyrating body. His focus 
sharpened and he reached timidly to palm her lolling cones. At the same 
time, he braced his heels and began humping his ass, driving his stone-hard 
cock into her demanding pussy. 

"Great," Nancy marveled, "that really pounds your prick into my fuck-hole, 
buries it right to the balls in my twat." The head of his cock skidded back 
and forth across her cervix and set it to twanging like a Jews harp. "That's 
the way to. diddle Nan's snatch," she lauded, looking down at his hands 
mauling her twin hillocks, thumbs pinching her tumescent nipples. 

"Can you feel my fuck-muscles gripping your prick, Nick, each time I set my 
ass down on you to take all of you?" She smiled as he slowly nodded his 
head, eyes glazed riveted to his hands on her opulent boobies. 

His body began lurching wildly and Nancy knew she had him near the 
boiling-over point. She sailed her ass faster and faster on his spar, her 
sphincters milking his pistoning prick. "I'm close too, Honey," she sobbed. 

Dazzling lights danced in her head and spangles of flame seemed to consume 
her belly as his healthy young male-thing stabbed into her with a lustful 
fury. "You're really fucking me toward the cliff," she crooned, orgasm 
building to a mighty torrent in her loins. 

He began sobbing and snorting, throwing his cock up and into her. Nancy 
raced to catch up so their bombs would explode at the same time. She slam 
banged her snatch down on his post relentlessly. "Keep fucking me!" she 
screamed, her hot ass bouncing and her seething hole vacuuming around his 
prick. The first frantic gush of his jizz plastered the walls of her vagina. 

"I'm cummmmmmmming," Nancy squalled, grinding and rotating her twat on his 
spewing, spasming pecker. "Keep your rich prick spurting jizz," she wailed, 
"I'm really fucking out beautifully on your young cock. Keep your big dong 
flooding my pussy full of love-potion," she pleaded, collapsing atop him to 
rub her hot titties against his heaving chest as she devoured his cock with 
her nether mouth. Her pussy chewed and gnawed on his hard, fat meat, milking 
out the last torrent of jizz. 

"Wonderful prick," Nancy said softly. "You just lie there and Nancy will go 
down on you and give you another nice blow-job and suck your cock into a 
mouth-fuck cum this time." 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Dora went through the motions of living through the weekend, tormented at 
times by thoughts of degradation. Too, the prodigious amount of fucking she 
had had in such a short time left her unnerved. But her ebullient spirit 
returned to full flame Sunday evening when the foursome broke camp downriver 
and left. 

She had been grateful to them for helping her home-but she had gotten a 
little tired of their drinking her liquor and forcing her to go down on 
them, one after the other. God, she reflected the following noon when she 
finally awoke, she must have eaten half a ton of cock during the night! 
There was no mail for her Monday and no telephone messages left for her at 
the truck stop. She somberly considered checking around for an agreeable 
stud, but the bar was as dead as small towns on Lincoln's birthday. But, 
Nicky-and Cal and Deke-were the cocks she wanted pleasuring her most. 

She returned to the house, strolled down to the river where she had gotten 
her fill of cock-in all holes-and took a nude swim. It was clear, Nicky 
still hadn't gotten down from Washington. 

Nancy and Nicky lay side by side in the middle of the bed. She faced him, a 
hand on his young, quivering dong. "Nicky, you gave me a terrific fuck." His 
middle undulated as she played with his half-hard prick. "Did you like the 
way I sucked your cock? Yours is the only one-besides Cal's I've ever blown. 
Want me to go down on you again-right now?" 

"Really liked it-all of it," he murmured, a hand lazily toying with her 
firm, right breast, a fingertip doodling on the swollen nipple. 

"I got an idea; let's take a shower and I'll suck cock while you wash my 
back. You can lean over enough to do that while I go down on you," she 
chirped, sitting up, kissing the hot tip of his prick. 

"Tonight, after Cal and Deke go back to the club, we'll go over to the 
Bowens' and you can give it to Selma," she laughed excitedly. "And don't 
forget, when you get up with Dora-if she doesn't put the make on you-you 
wait 'til she's asleep and slip into bed with her and give her some jolly 
fucking." 

Herbie, who had seen Nancy bring Nicky home, tired of waiting for Nicky to 
come over. Too, lecherous thoughts inhabited his mind. He watched from 
outside the Kinkaid bedroom until Nancy and Nicky got up to take a shower. 
Then, an evil scheme forming in his mind, he returned home to plot and dream 
lecherous dreams. 

As soon as supper was over, Nicky went to the room assigned him to take a 
nap-as Nancy had suggested "to recharge your energy cells for Selma's 
engine. I'll call you as soon as Cal and Deke go back to the club. Then 
we'll lay friend Selma." Selma and some other teachers, so pleased with the 
trend of talks with the board of education, stopped at a club on East 
Cleveland for a "few" drinks. Still high, she fixed supper for Deke, told 
him to hurry up and eat and get back to the club. She was going to take a 
bath and go to bed. 

Nancy and Nicky left the Kinkaid house just as she was melting weariness 
from her body. Herbie, watching from his second-floor bedroom, was tempted 
to sneak over and watch what he could watch at the Bowen house-but decided 
that all that would accomplish was get him hard-up again and all he could do 
about that was slink back home and jack off again. He didn't need to watch, 
his mind could picture Nicky grunting on top of the tawny-haired Selma, 
rutting his pig-sticker in her trough and having his fun. 

Nancy didn't bother knocking at the back door of the Bowen house, but 
silently led Nicky inside and closed the door. 

Dreamily, Selma fretted that Deke had forgotten something and had returned 
home. "Bring me a cold beer to relax with in the tub, Honey," she called. 
She smiled dreamily as she heard the refrigerator door open and slam with a 
muffled swoosh. 

At first all she saw was Nancy who handed her the bottle of beer. "Oh, you, 
Nan! Give me that. I'm sorta tanked and I think the beer will really taste 
great." Then she saw Nicky lounging uncertainly behind the grinning Nancy. 

"Nicky got in today," Nancy said solemnly. 

"Lean see that," Selma retorted, an arm over her full breasts as she scooted 
down in the tub. 

"He came over to say 'hi'," Nancy nodded. 

"Say it and don't stand there and watch me take a bath," Selma said 
snappishly. She glared at Nancy when her friend tugged Nicky into the 
bathroom and pushed him down on the stool. 

Selma draped a washcloth over the carpeted Vee that sprung from between her 
long legs and grew copiously across her mound and lower belly. "Nan, I don't 
know about Nicky-I think you're crazy." 

"Nick's seen naked bodies before," Nancy chuckled. 

"So? He doesn't have to see mine," Selma muttered. She glared at Nicky, his 
immobile expression. "My God! I believe you fully plan to sit there and 
watch me bathe!" 

When Nancy's laughter throbbed through the small room, Selma snorted 
derisively. "Hah! So? Okay! Watch me wash and be damned-for all I care!" She 
stared obliquely at the grinning Nancy, hot, sheet lightning suddenly 
flashing through her body, "you did; didn't you, Nan?" she said in a hushed 
whisper. "You had him? You did! And you brought him over here-to do me!" 

When Nancy nodded with a whimsical glitter in her eyes, Selma slowly, 
thoughtfully soaped her unbidden, tumescent tits. "And if... " she began 
absently, her eyes straying to Nicky's crotch as he sat motionless on the 
stool. "I forget what I was about to say." 

"I can guess," Nancy chuckled merrily. 

"Oh, yeah," Selma nodded, using the washcloth to wash away the suds from her 
sloping breasts. "If, I suppose you plan on watching!" 

"I won't say anything at all," Nancy said with feigned solemnity. 

"Just being there would freeze me up," Selma said, scowling, eyes unwavering 
on Nicky's genital region. 

"Nick will thaw you out in a hurry," Nancy said with confidence. She tugged 
at Nicky's left arm until he stood. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. 
"I'm going to get me a bottle of beer. Take off your pants while I'm gone, 
Nicky." 

"Just a damned minute," Selma bleated, raising a hand toward Nicky in 
protest. 

"Go ahead; take 'em off, Nicky," Nancy said imperiously as she left the 
bathroom. 

"By God, Nicky, don't you dare," Selma snapped. Her eyes widened as he 
dropped his pants and shorts. "My God, everyone is going absolutely crazy!" 
Her breath caught and she swallowed with difficulty as she gawked at Nicky's 
outward dangling penis and up-rolled testicles. 

"Great!" Nancy announced when she returned. She handed Nicky a towel. "Get 
out of the tub, Selma, and let him dry your gorgeous, sexy body." 

In spite of her myriad feelings, Selma leaned to pull the tub stopper and 
got tenuously to her feet. She gasped as Nicky slid an arm around her waist, 
his palm flat on her back, helping her from the tub. Her middle bowed toward 
him as his hand slid to the curvy flare of her bare butt. His hand was like 
glowing coals on her bare skin and she moved to him, crushing her body to 
his with the towel between them. 

She held her arms out stiffly from her sides as he began rubbing the coarse, 
raspy towel over her tingling body, up and down her long, tapering legs. She 
came up on tiptoe with a sharp squeal as he ran the towel through the long, 
tight vale between her fanny moons. 

When he ran a handful of towel between her legs, she took it from him. 
"Oooooohhh, damn, let me do my pussy, Nicky!" She frowned into his eyes, 
wincing as her hand grazed the end of his protruding prick as she dried her 
pubic hair and the thickening outer lips of her puffing vulva. 

Her eyes grew smoky as she dropped the towel and swayed toward him, not 
moving her feet. She took his burgeoning peter tentatively between thumb and 
forefinger and rubbed the shining glans through her profuse pussy bush. She 
seemed to forget Nancy lounging in the doorway as she curled an arm around 
his neck and ground her hairy mound against his sparsely feathered groin. 

"You have a good thing here," she whispered, his hard cock denting her flat 
tummy. "Nice and hot and firm. Not to mention how thick and long it is." 

Nicky looped his arms around her, clenched his hands between her shoulders, 
trapping her arms down her sides. "Uuuummm," she cooed, nestling her 
feverish boobies like cushions into his chest. 

She slurped a kiss onto his face, licked her tongue across his dry, nervous 
lips. She squirmed for room in his embrace, lowered her head to suck on his 
boy nipple. "Uuuuuummmm, would you suck my titties for me, Nicky? I'd love 
to have you lick my boobies and chew on my tittie-tips." 

He stumbled slightly as she bore her weight on him, her feet sliding apart 
and her belly and love mound flattening against his hard gut. "Bet we could 
fuck standing up. See? I can stand on tiptoe and that raises my hot pussy 
and I could stab right into it with your marvelous cock." 

Nicky clung to her as she began dry-fucking her naked crotch and raspy hair 
against his genitals. "You have a nice basket of goodies, Nicky. I can 
hardly wait for you to use it in me and make hot love to my tight pussy." 

Selma reached between their thighs and caught his balls in both hands, 
continuing to rub her belly against his upright dong. "Ain't it nice, 
getting hot and ready to fuck up a juicy cum-bang storm. 

"Did Nancy go down on you-suck your hard cock?" She looked up at his stoic 
face as he nodded. "That's good. I will, too, and I'll treat you even 
better; I'll let you fuck my asshole. They call that cornholing. 
Oooooooohhhh, what a wonderful nice, hot, big, hard prick you have." 

At Nancy's unobtrusive urging, the embracing couple moved from the bathroom, 
along the all to the middle of the living room. She eased away to sit with 
her beer in an easy chair to watch. 

As Selma wilted to her knees, Nicky's hands captured her feverish, jutting, 
rounded tits. As she stood on her knees, she took up his long cock in both 
hands. "Uuuummmmm," she purred, maneuvering her cock and slurping her eager 
lips over the pulsating knob. He cringed and whined as she sucked hard and 
her teeth gnashed delectably, greedily behind the thick, tender ridge. 

"I'll suck your cock to a cum-then we'll fuck," she mumbled, her mouth full. 
She began bobbing her face on his vibrating instrument, emitting little 
animal mewlings as her mouth fucked all of him down her throat. 

Nicky, eyes half-closed, folded his hands behind her head and began humping 
his ass. Her hands went to the taut cheeks of his butt and she opened wide 
as he took over, ramming his cock in and out of her face, faster and faster. 
She kept her tongue swishing and licking at his pistoning prong. 

"I-love-eating-tasty cock," Selma blubbered, her tongue dancing around the 
red-hot glans. One hand hugging his hunching ass, she got the other between 
his legs to coddle his roiling eggs, bringing to a peak the tempest deep in 
his virile loins. 

"Cum hard in my mouth," she gasped, "shoot your load of jizz in my throat 
and hose my tonsils." Her jaws ached and her face bobbed as his expanding 
rod slammed into her throat. She sucked hard as she could when she felt the 
priming of his sex-pump. 

WHAM! 

Selma slurped mightily as the exploding flood of cum sloshed against the 
roof of her mouth and cascaded down her convulsing gullet. His torrid jizz 
scalded her tonsils and her pussy began its screaming, chewing demand for 
his monstrous cock. 

As his flood ebbed, she let his cock slide from her mouth and she toppled 
slowly over backwards, tugging him with her. Once she was on her back, she 
swung her feet high in the air, capturing him between her wide-open thighs. 

She pulled him over her, guided his prick between her legs, through the 
coarse mesh, into her steaming gash, deep into her aching cunt in one 
absorbing motion. 

"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeee," she squalled, her ass rocking and bucking as he pumped 
the prick into her snatch, jizzing her a mile-a-minute. 

Nicky was grunting and huffing and puffing as he reared up on outstretched, 
stiffened legs, to pound his prick brutally into her famished cunt. "Give me 
all the fucking in the cunt you can-and save some of your beautiful hard-on 
for my butt hole," she begged. As he pounded his throbbing pecker into her 
burning cavity, Selma kept upfucking her bottom so he was reaming it in 
deep. Her writhing body sang with sensual fervor as his post was fully 
imbedded in her fluttering, cock milking cunt. 

"Keep fucking me fast," she howled, her naked body rocking back and forth on 
her shoulders, her feet dancing in little circles near his head as he 
plundered her wrenching, coiling cunt with his young stud-meat. 

Gradually, her body went slack, but she dug her heels into his humping 
buttocks to assure his perpetual fucking. A shudder ran through her body. 
"Let your cock soak in me while I climax," she moaned, voiced choked with 
pent-up passion. "Keep it hard and make it quiver while I crack my nuts 
around it. Please don't unload your jizz yet-I want it up my butt, too. In 
just a minute, Nicky." 

She plastered his sweaty face with kisses as her lust ebbed and flowed 
around his impaling post of flesh. "I'm cumming good," she whined, her lips 
capturing his, her tongue darting into his mouth. 

Her legs relaxed at his sides. She pushed against his heaving chest. "Ease 
it out of me, Nicky, and turn me over on my belly." 

As soon as his dripping prick slipped from her gaping gash, she struggled 
over onto all-fours, hoisting her rear and pushing her ass back at him. She 
took the smooth cheeks in her hands and stretched them wide open, like 
quartering a luscious orange. 

"Put the head against my asshole," she wheezed, shivering at the electric 
contact of his cock. "Push it slow and steady," Selma moaned. "I want to 
feel the fat knob stretch my butt and pop inside me. I think I can have a 
new cum then, if you force it in my guts slowly, steadily." 

Nicky held her at the fluting of her hips and gritted his teeth as he 
stabbed at her lewd offering. "Ooooohhhhhh, Jesus, how my asshole itches and 
burns... Yiiiiiikkkkeeeees!" she screamed as the head of his prick vanished 
inside her butt hole. "Your wonderful cock," she shrieked, releasing the 
moon of her ass and bowing her back so she could fondle his dangling balls. 
She tugged them up against her dripping groove, tried to stuff one into her 
cunt. Her body creaked and crawled in place as he relentlessly forced it 
into her, her anal ring closing behind the corona. Her body bunched and 
quivered as her bowels absorbed more and more of his gigantic sex-root. 

His face contorted at the hotness, the tightness. Then there was a kind of 
relaxation in her rear tract and his cock disappeared quickly. "Oh, God, how 
I love when I get my asshole crammed full of massive cock!" 

He plowed the length of his prick into her rear tunnel, slickly, smoothly. 
"Aaaaaggggggghhhhh," Selma howled, "I'm cumming hard and hot in my ass!" Her 
clutching, hot bowels scalded his rod and her anal muscles contracted wildly 
around his invading monster. 

Selma's scream was of helplessness and carnal delight. She dropped his balls 
and pulled her hair as he began his lecherous fucking of her scorching 
asshole. Her chute was fluttering wildly around his rampant phallus, gliding 
in and out, hammering and pounding far into her rectum. 

Her squalls and screams and shrieks were continual now as he plowed and 
plundered her butt with his rampaging prick. 

As his prick pumped into her unobstructed, bottomless rectum, Selma yelled 
frantically, "Ooooohhhh, God, you're really fucking ecstasy into my hot 
little ass." She braced herself and rocked her body back against his inward 
lunges. 

"I wish I could suck you off and have you fucking both of my holes at the 
same time," she panted. As his spearing lunges became more rapid, Selma 
slowly raised off the floor, head up and neck and back straight, her proud, 
semi-orb breasts quivering delectably. 

"Ram your prick up me all the way 'cause I'm gonna climax in my asshole 
again," she shrieked, eyes rolling, unseeing as she pushed her curvy rear 
end back on his lashing spear. 

"Aaaaaagggggghhhh, God, Nicky, cornhole me fast and far in 'cause here I 
cuuuuuummmmm!" 

He popped the prick to her, his belly smacking loudly against her rounded, 
meaty bottom as he buried it in her to the balls and cracked his nuts, the 
head of his cock expanding grotesquely as it nozzled her bowels full of 
red-hot semen. 

"Keep fucking the cock to me," Selma whimpered in protest to his stopping. 
But, gradually, her voice subsided to a soft, mewling of sexual 
satisfaction, getting her guts spasmed full of lascivious love juice. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Dora received Nancy's card in the mail Wednesday forenoon. She frowned as 
she read it, sitting in the station wagon beside the rural mail box. A pang 
of jealousy sent pains darting through her loins. There was no mistaking 
what Nancy alluded to when she talked about some hard things for Nicky to do 
for her and Selma. 

"Well, both of them have probably had him by now," she murmured, staring 
through the windshield, eyes really not seeing the brassiness of the summer 
day. Maybe lots of times, she mused restlessly. Slowly, her resentment 
dissipated. "If they got to him, it should lend him confidence and make it 
easier for me to get him rutting between my legs." 

A delicious, hot, stabbing convulsion ran like a scalding tide through her 
pussy as she put the car in gear. There was no way of knowing when Cal and 
Deke would bring him up. Unless she phoned Nancy. She drove to the truck 
stop and checked on telephone messages. Mildly disappointed, she returned to 
the house. To pass the time, she strolled down by the river and up the side 
of a mountain. From time to time she paused to study shaded glens and 
sheltered groves. "What a great place for me and Nicky to screw." She 
smiled, a craving for sex gnawing her insides. 

When it was nearly dark, she fixed herself some supper, washed the dishes, 
fixed a drink and lit the fireplace. The mountain country was shrouded in 
purple darkness when she finally heard a car purring along the gravel road 
toward the house. 

After an exchange of greetings, Dora stood silently on the back porch, 
stepping aside for Deke and Cal to carry in Nicky's luggage. "The bedroom on 
the left-oh, just set the stuff down in the living room," she amended, 
hugging Nicky, his slender body trembling in her embrace. 

"You've been hugged," Dora chided him softly, casually turning to rub her 
left thigh against his maleness. "Come on in. Are you hungry?" 

"Nah, we ate on the way up here," Nicky said huskily, prowling through the 
house, "This is neat. And the river down there is fantastic. Mind if I take 
my flashlight and go look at it?" 

"Well-you could see it better tomorrow," Dora pouted. "Aren't you tired?" 

"No. I slept part of the way up. I just want to see the river by moonlight," 
he persisted. 

"But it's nine o'clock," Dora argued as Cal and Deke passed them to mix 
themselves a drink at the sink in the kitchen. She evaded Cal's and Deke's 
eyes as they peered at her questioningly. "Well, okay, but don't get in the 
water. The Payette River can be a treacherous beast. Come on; I'll show you 
where to put your things." 

She carried one of the suitcases into the bedroom, set it on the floor. "You 
can unpack and put your things away later," she muttered, watching him 
fumble in his luggage for the flashlight. 

After he left through the front door, clomping across the plank veranda and 
down the wooden steps, she fixed herself a drink and rejoined the two men. 
"The night is cool and beautiful. Want to go out on the front porch?" 

Dora perched on the railing, keenly conscious of the stiff seam of her jeans 
cutting into her rubbery crease. She watched Deke take one of the chairs and 
turned her head to watch Cal move to her left, sort of behind her. She 
wondered whether they knew or suspected Nancy and Selma-probably-had availed 
themselves of Nicky's young peter. 

"Nicky screwed our wives," Cal said softly, casually, tone unemotional, 
conversational. 

Instantly, Dora felt her face flaming, a clutching deep in her loins. "I 
don't think Phil would have approved," she said ineffectively. 

Deke laughed indulgently. "What do you think about it, Dora? Jealous?" 

She swallowed painfully, tensed as Cal patted her shoulder, laid his hand 
along her dangling left thigh. His touch was like a firebrand. "No," she 
replied, the ice rattling in the glass as she raised it to her lips with a 
shaking hand. 

"That's good," Cal said, his hand stroking her leg, fingers creeping closer 
to a flaming straddle. "After all, you'll have access to his dingus whenever 
you want it, won't you, Dora?" 

"I don't believe I understand you," she said weakly, a delicious tremor 
chasing along every nerve in her belly. 

"You sure do," Deke disputed, laughing amiably. 

"Come on, you guys," Dora protested, her body jerking when Cal ran his palm 
over the outward curving of her pussy. "Cal!" she gasped, "I think you 
better stop that." Unmistakably, she heard a sound that could be identified 
only as Deke running the tab up and down on his fly zipper. "You guys," she 
muttered, "Nicky may come back anytime." 

"Shit! So what?" Cal breathed heavily in her ear. 

"Yiiiikes," Dora squeaked, shuddering as Cal dappled the tip of his tongue 
in her ear, sending sweet chills up and down her spine. "That gives me goose 
bumps," she laughed shakily. 

"We're gonna give you more than goose bumps, Dora," Cal whispered sexily in 
her blonde hair that glistened like gold in the heady moonlight. 

She slapped at his hand as he rubbed her tummy, undid the button at the side 
of her jeans. "Quit, Cal," she hissed as he split the zipper and her pants 
sagged loose at the waist. "I don't want Nicky coming back and seeing what 
you're doing, you guys." 

"You smell nice," Cal breathed heavily, running his hand under the elastic 
of her panties and palming her sensually carpeted mound and thickly fuzzed 
outer lips. "Hot pussy perfume," he chuckled, blowing his breath in her ear. 

"You're a bold, lecherous couple of bastards," she whined, hating the hot, 
musky aroma emanating from her crotch. 

"Come off it, Honey," Deke crooned. "You told Selma and Nan you wanted us 
rutting between your pretty legs. And don't try that coy stuff now and 
pretend you aren't interested in some hot, hard screwing." 

"If Nicky should return, what would he think," she moaned as Cal sliced a 
finger between the puffy lips of her pussy and nudged her fully distended 
clit. "Oooohhh, goddamn it," she groaned, her legs trembling. 

She glared at Deke as he set his glass on the floor beside his chair and 
joined Cal on the right side of her. "Knock this stuff off," she fretted as 
Deke unbuttoned the light weight plaid shirt. She grimaced as he worked a 
hand into the well-stuffed bra cup. 

"Hey!" she yipped as Deke forced her butt off the railing. She kicked at Cal 
as he hauled the jeans and silk panties to her ankles. "Stop this," she 
snapped as he unlaced her boots and removed them. She squirmed as Deke 
lifted her off her feet and Cal removed her clothing. 

"Get her shirt and boobie bags," Deke muttered, taking the empty glass from 
her numb fingers and setting it beside his on the floor by the chair. 
"Jesus, can you ever smell her hot, sweet cunny." 

Dora squinted in the gloom as Deke undressed, draped his clothes over the 
back of the chair. "You guys aren't serious," she complained as Cal set her 
bare butt back on the railing. 

"We are," Cal whispered in her ear as he hugged her to him, an arm around 
her slim waist, fingers digging into her soft, velvety flank. "We're going 
to fuck you-right here on the porch in the moonlight, Dora." 

"Bullshit," she whispered anxiously. "Not out here-in the open. Please?" A 
soft moan escaped her lips as Cal rubbed his chest across the sloping planes 
of her titties. She teetered on the railing, knees drifting apart as he 
stuck a finger into her cunt. "Goddamn, I don't want Nicky seeing this." 

Her words were cut off as Cal stepped away from her and the naked Deke moved 
in between her spread knees and smothered her mouth with his. "We don't 
dare," she gasped as the wet kiss ended. "Nick surely will come back and 
catch you fucking me. Won't he?" 

"Don't even think about it," Cal chuckled, moving into her line of vision 
and her eyes widened, focused on his nudity the massive hunk of meat he held 
in both fists. 

She sighed raggedly as Deke rubbed his hairy chest across the face of her 
tingling breasts. She felt the heat of his rod between her legs, like a glow 
on her taut tummy. Her back bowed and she instinctively curved her hot gash 
to him. 

"Put it in for me, Dora," Deke whispered. 

"No!" She wailed softly, but a hand searched for his hot bulb and she pushed 
it down into position between her legs. She looped her other arm around his 
neck to steady herself on the railing. "Aaaaaahah-ah-ah," she groaned as he 
made contact, the knob of his cock slithering through her hot furrow. She 
pressed his prick down and the blunt tip socked against her entry. Her 
thighs rose in unison as he stabbed at her, forcing the fat knob into her 
steamy hole. 

"This is a clumsy position," she protested, pinching her sleek thighs 
against his flanks, over the hard bones of his hips. "I don't think you can 
get all your cock in me like this," she whined. 

Her eyes sought Cal when he said, "Swing her around over here, Deke, and 
ride her dog-fashion." She squinted at him as he sat in the chair, holding 
his massive hard-on upright. A soft squall fluttered from her as Deke 
extracted his hard cock. "What are you doing?" she whimpered, "You just got 
it stuck in me nice and deep and you pull it out." 

"Take her from the rear, Deke," Cal growled, "and bend her over and I'll 
fuck her mouth." 

"Hey, no!" Dora cried weakly as Deke pushed her toward Cal who hooked his 
hands under her arms and pushed her face toward his lap. "No, Cal, I don't 
want to suck your cock." She cringed as Deke slapped her bare bottom using 
his feet to push hers apart. She came up slightly on tiptoes as he nudged at 
her with his wet, steaming cock. "Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee," she gasped as he 
speared his prick into her pussy. 

"Keep your legs straight," Deke ordered, "so your ass is up in the air and I 
can really ream my cock into you." 

She shuddered violently as he began sawing his cock in and out of her 
famished snatch. Her eyes crossed as Cal rubbed the head of his cock back 
and forth over her dry lips, smearing his sweet honey. Gradually, her jaws 
relaxed and her mouth opened to admit just the thick head of his prick. 

"Hold her by the hips and you supply all the action from back there. While 
you screw her from behind, you will be fucking her mouth on my cock," he 
groaned, his hands groping for her sagging boobies. 

A hot, wanton desire raged through her and she wished she could stand to the 
side and watch Deke punch prick to her cunt like a stag while she was taking 
more and more of Cal's jaw-stretching cock into her face. 

He nursed his prick out of her undulating pussy and slammed it back in, his 
balls rolling up to slap her hard belly. She would have screamed with 
passionate anguish, but she had a full mouth of Cal's massive cock and the 
sound was muffled. Her entire body vibrated as her snug canal savored the 
in-and-out churning of his monstrous prick. 

"A tight, tight fuck," Deke panted. 

"Bet it can't compare with the way her tongue tickles a prick and the way 
her lips suck and lap it," Cal gasped as more and more of his prick vanished 
into her throat. 

His hands mauled her tingling tits and tweaked the fully tumescent cherry 
tips. Dora clasped her hands to his waist and she began riding back and 
forth with Deke's rhythm, taking cock fast and furious in both ends. She 
slurped her mouth on Cal's prodigious prick as her cunt suckled delectably 
on Deke's pumping prong. 

If there is anything better than fucking, Dora thought dreamily, its getting 
fucked and having a nice, thick prick in my mouth. Her coital muscles gulped 
at Deke's plunging cock and her lips snuggled around Cal's gigantic 
erection. 

God, that's good, she thought as Deke's arms encircled her waist and his 
fingers titillated her agonizing clit. Dora tossed and heaved her ass back 
against Deke's groin and she mumbled incoherently around Cal's prick that 
was thoroughly corking her mouth, the vast knob prodding her tonsils. 

Dully, she heard the back screen door slam. Instinct surfaced briefly to 
break off from the cocks that were ravaging her cunt and mouth. But she was 
too far gone, her body over-flowing with depraved glory. 

"She really likes chomping cock," Cal commented, his voice pinched with 
emotion. "Listen to her suck and slurp my big horn," he barked, hunching up 
from the chair to ram his prick all the way into her guzzling throat. "We're 
gonna have to get it on with Nancy and Selma," Deke groaned, swiveling his 
ass to lever his prick around and about in Dora's rampantly roiling cunt. 

Deke kept his fingers playing f reeling with Dora's hot, stretched vulva as 
he continued ramming prick into her roaring firebox. She squealed with 
muffled delight and sucked harder on Cal's pulsating sex-flesh. 

As Deke wobbled the tip of a finger around on her stinging fun-bud, she 
bucked and reared, prying his prick around like a swizzle stick in her 
screaming vagina. 

It seemed to Dora she was one bundle of orgasming nerves and she bobbed and 
weaved her head, mouth-fucking Cal as fast as she could get his cock rammed 
in and out of her gullet. With his hands pawing her hot titties and Deke's 
finger on her hard sex-sticker and his prick flowing rampantly into her 
juicy box and Cal's cock cramming her mouth full, Dora began climaxing, 
thunder and lightning crashing all through her naked, sweaty body. 

As her orgasm became increasingly stormy, she emitted squeaking noises 
through her flared nostrils and back-fucked her ass furiously. She paused 
briefly on Cal's cock to beg Deke, "Do it up my ass and finger-fuck me at 
the same time." As he extracted his slimed prick, Dora tried to dilate her 
anus to make his penetration exhilarating and painless. 

At the moment he popped the head of his cock into her seething rectum, he 
inserted a finger into her snatch. Her back bent upward, her gullet closed 
on the entire length and girth of Cal's prick as Deke's cock explored into 
her rear cavern. Before he had more than half of his cock in her back chute, 
Dora began fucking her ass back on it, the pulsations through her loins. 

"Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing to her?" Cal howled, "I think 
she's going to chew off my cock and swallow it." 

"What she asked for," Deke grumbled. "I just slipped my cock out of her 
pussy and rammed it up her ass. I'm cornholing hell out of her. Gawd, how 
she loves cock fucking her asshole. By the Jesus, she comes clear off the 
floor when I rip my prick into her butt. Burns like heavenly fire." 

As he cornholed her eager ass, his massive cob plundering her guts, he 
finger-fucked her furiously, tickling her clit to accelerate her race toward 
a soul-rending orgasm. 

"She's cummin' like a freight train," Deke yelled, pouring his prick to her 
bowels with mighty lunges. 

"The way she's guzzling my cock, I'm gonna jizz it down her gullet in a 
second. Go ahead and unload in her butt hole. Then we'll have another drink 
and swap ends." 

"Shut up and fuck her mouth," Deke groaned lustfully, hammering prick to her 
defenseless asshole. "I'm gonna jizz her bowels while her pucker string 
tries to snap off my aching cock. I don't know whether I can go for a 
blow-job or not; she's about to fuck me to a frazzle." 

Dora's hands found Cal's sagging balls as Deke began exploding his 
sex-cannon in her rectum. She swallowed with gusto as Cal unleashed a stream 
of thick semen into her suctioning mouth. 

The porch light was turned on, then off. Nicky saw, she reflected numbly. 
But she didn't care, It was too near like heaven, having cocks going off 
full blast in her ass and her mouth while Deke's fingers ravished her 
coiling cunt. 

Still impaled on Deke's slowly shriveling prick, she begged them to stay the 
night, recuperate and change ends and fuck her some more. But Cal said they 
probably better get on to McCall and register for the convention. But they 
would stop on their way back and she could give them both a fine blowjob and 
they would pleasure her pussy with plenty of prick on their way back to 
Caldwell. 

"In the meantime," Cal reminded the panting Dora as they led her through the 
house to her bedroom, "you have Nicky to make love to-to screw and go down 
on as often and as long and as much as you want." 

With the covers tucked under her chin, she stared at them longingly. "Thanks 
for the terrific fucking and cock-sucking." They winked at her. 

"The fuckin' pleasure was all mine," she said wanly. 

"Not all of it, Dora," Deke admonished, reaching under the covers to play 
with her titties and to put a finger into her torrid twat. 

CHAPTER NINE 

The next morning, Dora wakened slowly, savoring a warm euphoria of 
well-being. Every muscle ached, but it was a sensually pleasant sensation. 
She stretched, realizing she was totally naked under the sheet and covers. 
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, tossing the covers back, bunching a pillow under her 
head and staring at her luscious tits that still bore the red marks of Cal's 
mauling hands. 

"Geez, I got a royal fucking," she whispered, tweaking the nipples to 
smooth, red berry texture. A muffled sound caused her to tense. Then she 
remembered Nicky; the sound had to come from his room. 

Silently, she slipped out of bed, put on a sheer night gown. She slinked 
along the short hall and peered through the open door. Nicky was sitting on 
the floor with open suitcases. The bottom drawer of the dresser was open and 
Nicky was peering earnestly at the lewd pictures in the illicit books and 
magazines. He was unaware of it, but the head of his peter protruded from 
the left leg of his walking shorts. 

Dora swallowed rapidly, all but tasting his delicious-appearing pecker. 
Slowly, she retreated to her room, got into bed, folded the covers over her 
middle. 

"Nicky," she called anxiously. She held her breath as she heard him padding 
toward her room on bare feet. "Morning," she said sulkily as he hesitated in 
the doorway. Her pulse speeded as his eyes riveted on the plump outlines of 
her firm breasts. She knew he could see the shadow of the deep pink of the 
aureoles and the sharp outlines of her taut nipples. 

"Get me-us-a beer from the refrig so I can get well," she smiled gently. 
When he nodded, she said, "Good guy." As soon as he turned away, she pushed 
the covers to mid-thigh, knowing he would be able to see the crinkly shadow 
of her profuse bush when he returned. 

She didn't meet his gaze, but patted the bed for him to sit beside her. "You 
diddled Nancy and Selma, didn't you?" She snapped her gaze to his slowly 
reddening face. "You did," she repeated softly. "Heck, that's okay by me. 
Were they good? Did you enjoy it?" 

As his face became redder, she winked. "You look hot and bothered to 
me-right now. Oh, I bet you saw that stuff in the dresser." She laughed 
musically as he sipped the beer and fidgeted gawkily. "You got 'bout half a 
hard-on right this second. It's a nice one-almost sticks out of your shorts, 
Nick!" 

For instant, Dora was inclined to pull up her gown and invite him to top 
her, shove his nice, young prick into her. But he was blushing so profusely, 
she wondered whether he could get a hardon. 

"You saw last night, didn't you, Nick?" she asked softly. He didn't answer, 
but the deepening flush was more eloquent than words. "Yes; you saw. Don't 
let it bother you." She drank the beer in deep draughts. "Well, why don't 
you finish unpacking and I'll get dressed and we'll have some breakfast." 

She didn't wait for him to leave the room. As soon as he got up, she swung 
out of bed. With her back to him, she tossed the flimsy gown over her head 
and began assembling her clothes, aware of his eyes on her body, on her 
rounded buttocks. 

Then she heard him leave. Wearing only bra and panties, she tiptoed to spy 
into his room. He was sitting before the open drawer, his shorts and 
skivvies around his ankles. As he pored over the dirty pictures, he fondled 
his hard-on. He stroked the skin back and forth slowly. 

She was fascinated as Nicky leaned back against the foot of the bed and 
seized the length of his meaty tusk in both fists. The slender boy's 
breahing became raspy as he began beating his meat. 

"Nancy! Selma!" he gasped. His legs stretched out, feet skidded apart as he 
flogged his peter faster and faster. He threw his head back, eyes rolling as 
he jacked off. "Aaaaaahhh, this is good," he muttered. "I can see why Herbie 
likes it and does it so much." 

Dora felt a soppiness in her panties as Nicky bunched a gob of spit and spat 
it on the shining head of his hard pecker. "This is the way Herbie does 
it-juices it up good." The soggy sound was loud in the room and she was 
tempted to drop her silkies, stride right in and sit her butt or pussy down 
on his long spike of sex-flesh. "Ooooooohhhhh, Dora," the youth moaned 
pitifully. 

On hearing her name called, she slid a hand into her panties and palmed her 
hair mound and aching outer lips. She cupped her jutting titties and inched 
a finger into her hot gash, into her quivering tunnel. 

His body began flopping uncontrollably as he jacked off faster and faster. 
Trembling, Dora withdrew her hands. "Now, I don't think I appreciate this, 
Nick," she said, forcing her voice to a stern tone. 

His face paled with shame. But he couldn't stop and continued masturbating. 
"Shame on you," she pursued, her cunt aching, her asshole itching and 
burning as he ejaculated a thick spew of pearly jizz. It arced up and out, 
spattering his shorts and the floor between his splayed legs. 

"I'm sorry," He mumbled. "Herbie does it all the time." 

"That little creep," Dora retorted disdainfully, almost mesmerized by the 
erratic spouting of his cumming peter. 

Nicky looked away, trying to throttle his copulating cock, but the thick cum 
sprayed his legs and drizzled into the sparse growth of hair around his 
genitals. "He saw Nancy and me-doing it. And he said he saw Selma and me, 
too," he said, voice guttural with strain and misery. 

"That little peeping torn bastard," Dora snorted. "Does Nan and Sel know 
about it?" 

Nicky shook his head, "He spies all over the neighborhood, too. He says he's 
watched one of his neighbors fucking all sorts of men. Appliance repairmen, 
the milkman-even the paperboy." 

Well, he isn't going to watch us, Dora fretted, almost ruing the end of 
Nicky's cum. It was intriguing, watching a husky young prick spout jizz. 
"Well, I don't like your doing this, Nick. Now get those nasty clothes off 
and clean up yourself. 

"There are things you can do instead," she said, tone meaningful. 

"Like what," he whined. 

"Just think-maybe ask me. But later," she added, turning on weak legs, 
feeling hot and giddy. She didn't bother to finish dressing, but went to the 
kitchen and set out eggs, sliced ham and prepared, frozen french fries. 
"Hurry up," she called, sipping another beer, "breakfast is about on." 

She could hear him moving about, distantly. When water ran in the bathroom, 
she visualized the boy washing his genitalia and her pulse quickened. 
Nervously, she buttoned the thin wrapper under the chin, really wanting to 
display her nakedness, but realizing she should profess a semblance of 
modesty. 

About the time they were finishing breakfast, Nancy responded to a light 
knocking at the front door. "What do you want-Herbie?" she frowned at the 
glitter in his eyes. 

"Let me in, Mrs. Kinkaid-Nancy," the narrow-faced, almost skinny kid 
smirked. 

Dislike coursed through her, mingled with fleeting pangs of misgiving. She 
sought words of refusal as the kid opened the screen door and swaggered into 
the living room. "What do you want, Herb?" she snapped. 

"I've been wondering what members of the school board would say and do, if 
they got a mysterious letter, " he said smugly. 

"A letter?" 

Chills of alarm shivered through her as the boy prowled around her, his 
lascivious eyes on her long, tapering legs below the loose legs of the 
sunsuit she was wearing. She could almost feel his smoldering gaze on the 
voluptuous flare of her hips. "What about a letter? What kind of letter?" 
Nancy muttered, her voice almost a croak. 

"You look about as sexy now as you did when I watched you-with Nick rutting 
between those fancy legs of yours," he ignored the question. 

"You're filthy," she managed, her mind steaming, her senses spinning. 

"If the board got a letter about you-and Selma Bowen-making it with Nick, I 
bet you'd be in plenty of trouble," Herbie chuckled lewdly. 

"You're a dirty little bastard," Nancy snarled, unable to keep the fear and 
hatred from her eyes. 

"I might not write such a letter, though," he smirked, finger tips tracing 
the deep crevice between the sensuous half-moons of her rump. "You won't 
have to worry none-if you just take off your clothes-like you did with 
Nick." 

"Go-to-hell-Herb!" she gasped, terror and paralysis gripping her. "You 
horrible, slimy little son of a bitch!" 

"Then I write the letter-and send a copy to the newspaper, too," he seemed 
unperturbed by her curses. 

She could see it in his eyes. He enjoyed the way this was going-forcing her 
to give in to him, hating him all the time and not being able to refuse. 

"Take off your clothes," he repeated. "I want see that gorgeous, naked body 
of yours." 

"And," she hesitated, squirming for time and a way out, "what will you do 
then-I mean, if?" 

"After I get a close-up look, I'll decide," he sneered, his squinty eyes 
running from her bare feet, up her legs to her shivering crotch, to her lean 
belly to her frantically heaving bosom. His gaze had a wintry touch, his 
snaky eyes unrelenting. "Do it-what I want-and I won't tell anyone," he said 
in a softer, gender tone. "Come on, now, get naked." 

Nancy turned her face from his glittering eyes, uncertain how to deter him. 
The thought formed concretely in her mind that she couldn't avoid 
humiliation at his hands. 

The way he walked about her, pushing his front out, he was flaunting his 
foul sex-tool. "Maybe I better close the drapes-we should go in the 
bedroom," she relented, voice weak and sick. She drew the drapes and stood 
with her back to him. 

"This room is just fine," he laughed, voice turning shrill with excitement. 
"Do it, Nancy; take off your clothes." 

Resigned to be the object of his torment, she unzipped the sunsuit to the 
navel, let it fall from her shoulders and flutter to a heap around her 
ankles. She stiffened as his cold fingers fumbled at the hooks of her bra. 
Her breath was painful as the halter drifted away and her breasts spilled 
free. 

With a hand on her arm, he turned her to face him and she felt helpless and 
debased as he gulped and ogled her nudity. "Panties," he gasped, tearing off 
his shirt and removing his shoes, socks, pants and shorts. She shivered as 
his rigid cock swung into the open and he traced his carnal fingers over the 
sloping, jutting cones of her breasts. When he hooked a finger in the 
elastic of her panties and stretched it, she slapped his hand. 

"I'll take them off-I don't want your filthy hands tearing them," she 
snarled. Before she could finish stepping out of them, he seized a handful 
of her thick pubic hair and sent prickly sensations needling into her saucy 
mound. 

"God, Herb," Nancy gasped, "this isn't right. You know that. This is... " 

"It's gonna be fantastic," he leered. 

"Please, Herb," she entreated, an arm folded across her tits, a hand fanned 
over her genital region. 

"I got a good cock for you." He licked his lips. "Just as good as the prick 
Nick punched into you." 

She shuddered violently as he brushed her hands aside and palmed her 
titties, pinched her nipples. 

"This is a terrible thing you're forcing me to do," Nancy protested weakly. 

"Feel my cock," Herbie commanded, his fingers biting into the pliant globes 
of her flesh. His eyes were compelling and she reached with trembling hands, 
recoiling mentally as she touched his slender column of depraved meat. 

She wanted to cower away from him as his hands stroked her soft, resilient 
flanks, circled her body to cup her firm buttocks. Her hands fell from his 
burning prick as he pulled her against him, his sticky glans combing through 
her kinky brush and pressing into the gentle bowl of her belly. 

"Eeeeeeeeekkkkkk," she squeaked, trying to stumble back and away from him. 

He laughed gloatingly as he pushed her away roughly. 

"What? Whaaaaaaaattttt," she cried pitifully. 

"On your hands and knees," he chortled, "I wanta watch you gallop around the 
room with your fabulous boobies joggling and look at your asshole and nifty 
pecker-pouch." 

"You're horrible-more than horrible," she spat at him. But with glaring eyes 
wavering from his mad gaze, she slowly bent until the palms of her hands 
were on the carpet. 

"Keep your long legs stiff-and GALLOP!" he warbled lewdly, slapping her 
tightly bunched fanny cheeks. 

With a squeal of humiliation, she began lumbering about the room on hands 
and feet, breasts swaying and bobbing like rubbery pendulums, like unsacked 
gonads. 

"Fantastic body; nice beautiful tits," he piped, patting her ass as she 
passed. "Relax your buns so I can see your dark brown place as you romp." 

"This will be the first, last and only time, huh, Herb?" Nancy panted, 
floundering past him, wincing as his hand smacked her bare bottom sharply. 

"Oh, Baby, I don't know," he squealed, voice carrying tones of hysteria. 
"This is the most. Go faster and really make your bottom work and your 
boobies flop. Boy, my cock aches." 

He paddled her bottom again, following her, slapping her obscenely exposed 
buns with both hands. Soft, sobbing squawks fluttered from her as he lopped 
beside her, around and around the room. 

"You're evil," she screamed at him as the fingers of one hand tickled into 
her helpless crack and teased her pinched anus while the other hand cracked 
rhythmically on her red, violated rump. 

Nancy stopped suddenly, trembling, as he scratched a fingernail through her 
cleft, over her bulging anus. It sent electrical sensations sparking through 
her akin to rapture. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh, noooooooooo," she whined and nearly toppled onto her head as 
he squirreled a finger inside her and his thumb ruptured her burning rectum. 
She ambled away from him-tried to-as he plodded behind her, finger-fucking 
her pussy and butt hole at the same time. And his free hand smacked smartly 
on her bare cheeks as she labored around the room, breathing loudly. 

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssssssse," she whimpered as he twisted his hand to ream 
her two holes, thumb and finger pinched the narrow partition between them. 

"Oooooohhhhh, you bastard," she sobbed convulsively as he lifted her up on 
tiptoe with just the leverage of the thumb and finger buried in her twinging 
rectum and burning cunny. Her arms started to collapse and she rested her 
cheek on the rough carpet. She was grateful when he relaxed his degrading 
grip on her anus and pussy and let her slump to her knees. Sobs of 
humiliation surged through her. She started to cower her belly to the floor, 
but Herbie whacked her buttocks sharply with the palm of a hand and she 
elevated her bottom, presenting it to him. 

Her body tensed again as he again penetrated her twin orifices with thumb 
and finger. The earlier pain evaporated, subsiding to a dull burning in her 
anus and a simmering in her cunt. 

Nancy craned her neck and turned her face to peer back at him questioningly, 
unable to read his narrow, intent face. A mirthless laugh formed in her 
throat as she wondered whether he, really, knew what to do. Dizzily, she 
considered helping him-after all, his prick was hard and massive and truly 
ready to give her. The sharp pointed tip was dripping its male slime as his 
full erection wobbled and pulsated. 

He's never done it to a girl, she mused dully. An alien sense of triumph was 
worming into her brain. Her eyes squinted as she stared at his long rod, 
waving and wobbling unhindered beside her left thigh as he finger-fucked her 
with an almost brutal shoving. Her eyes widened as she watched his husky 
young nuts roll high in their crinkled sac, fearing he would ejaculate all 
over the carpet just from his depraved arousal from violating her asshole 
and cunny. 

"Herbie?" Nancy said softly. 

He was growling and groaning pitifully, his hand patting her rump, his thumb 
and finger reaming her holes good. "Herbie?" she repeated, "We won't tell 
anyone, will we? Not anyone." 

A quavering whine escaped his distorted mouth. She stared at his bloated 
penis and thickened balls. "Does it hurt you, Herbie? Is that what's the 
matter? Your peter hurts? And your young balls ache, too?" 

A spasm shook her as she stared at his massive, swollen genitals. Her senses 
seemed to focus on the undulating penetration of her anus and vagina. 

"Yeeeeeessssss, it hurts-they hurt awful," Herbie whined and whimpered. 

Nancy drew a deep breath and tried to wave a hand at him. His eyes were 
half-pinched shut. Slowly, carefully, she said, "Get squarely behind me, 
Herbie. On your knees." He shuffled around. "Right behind my bottom, Herb. 
Scoot up close, Herbie, and take your fingers out of my rear and my pussy. 
Move up close, Herbie, and get yourself square to my butt. Cone on, now, 
I'll help you." 

The curtain of disgust was drawn back from her mind. As she realized she was 
inviting the lewd kid to mount her. The wet, hot knob of his prick slobbered 
on her buttocks, smearing the satiny crowns. 

He jabbed at her, his gooey point skidding through the wide canyon between 
her hillocks and over her itching anus and plowing through her lustswollen 
vulva, his hot wand nicking her clit like a branding iron. He punched 
erratically. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Nancy screeched as her hot hole caught his knob and he 
reared and plunged. Her steaming cunt crapped his rapier and he plunged it 
full-length into her sex-scabbard. A sudden lunge plunged his prick into her 
pussy and his yo-yoing balls slapped meatily against her stretched cuntal 
lips. 

He slickered it far out of her and Nancy pushed her rounded fanny back, 
fearful he was going to take his cock all the way out of her vacillating 
cunny. For just a moment, he hesitated and the outer lips and inner petals 
of her hot. slick groove delectably suckled the heavy, quivering flange of 
his glans. The inner walls of her pussy collapsed in agonizing ecstasy, 
wanting his lengthy morsel of sex buried back in her innards. 

Nancy exhaled pleasurably, her back bowed upward and she eased her cunt back 
on his goring meat as he fucked it back into her craven, craving pussy. 
"Exxxxxquisite," she howled, rotating her bottom as he emitted a loud, 
raucous animal wail, dogfucking her furiously. 

"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh," Nancy screeched, bracing herself to accept his 
thunderous prickpounding. "Eeeeaaaasssssy, Herbie," she whined, getting her 
bare ass in companion action, "don't go wild and jizz me yetttttt." Quickly, 
adeptly, she adjusted to his ripping leaps of cock up her enchanted cunt. 

The head of his pistoning prick grazed the node of her cervix and careen 
inward, toward her silently screaming womb. His grunting and heaving 
increased her erotic excitement. His roaring prick came into her ecstatic 
cunt with sizzling strokes. 

"You're fucking me tooooooo fast," she yelled, tangling the fingers of one 
hand in her hair as the other hand groped for his swaying balls. A fever was 
in her, consuming her molten belly and her tingling titties. "Don't fuck me 
so fast and cum off too soon," she whimpered. 

Nancy thought it was his gun starting to pop-pop, but it was her own that 
began blasting away at his sex-laden cock. The entire core of her pussy was 
alive and thundering as every nerve seemed to explode in a shower of 
rapturous sparks. 

She couldn't maintain the pace of thrusting her curvy ass backward to match 
his onslaught-he was fucking her faster and faster. She tensed her body and 
concentrated on clamping down on his burrowing prick with her fuck-muscles, 
gripping and milked along the jolting length of his monstrous, marauding 
prick. 

Nancy held his weight as he laid out across her back, his pelvis crushing 
the loaves of her butt as he rutted with wild, unleashed passion. His arms 
encircled her narrow waist, one hand mauling a tittie while the other found 
her Venus mound, teased the kinky mesh and doodled into her slit to tickle 
her erupting clit. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah," she squealed as he let his hand play across 
her belly, then again find her dainty gash. Ecstatic flames leaped higher 
and higher in her loins as he played and toyed with her, fucking with 
increasing fury of a young fucking machine. 

It is especially thrilling when he fingers my clit as his prick knifes into 
my pussy, Nancy thought dreamily, huffing and puffing, rearing her ass to 
let her twat take the full thrust of his spearing prick. 

Her snatch exploded squishily around his long, rapacious cock that slid 
slickly, snugly in and out of her. The convulsing walls of her snatch molded 
neatly around his blood-veined cock, gripping it in a milking action. 

"I can cum six or seven times-if you don't blast off your j izz for awhile," 
Nancy moaned. Her words seemed to stimulate him and he emitted a gurgling 
carnal growl as he hammered his cock up into her sex-glutted channel. 

"I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm now," Nancy panted, shaking her wanton ass back at 
his powering prick as her passion-tempest reached a new summit of sensual 
satisfaction. 

"Hurrrrrrrrrryyyyyy, Herbieeeeeeeeee," she screamed, rotating her enticing 
bottom as he drilled his prick into her rampant pussy in hard, drumming 
strokes. "My pussy's on fire. Blast your jizz in me and let's have 
fuck-cum-fun together." 

The fingers holding his balls clenched and Herbie snorted lustily, his hand 
fondling her swollen tittie and his hand pressing her blood engorged outer 
pussy lips against his plundering cock. Her back under him undulated like a 
snake crawling, but going nowhere. The fingers holding his hot nuts began 
fondling and goading as he redoubled his fuck hunchings. "Screw me in deep 
and relieve my pussy and cuuuummmmmmmmmm with me, Herbieeeeeeeeee," she 
begged, savoring the instant his jizz would scald and flood her twat. 

She reared her ass back against his laboring groin as she sobbed, "Fuck it 
in deep and blast your jizz in me." She nearly fainted with pleasure as the 
sudden surge of cum sloshed in a molten stream from the slit in the knob of 
his cock and splattered through her sex-well. 

With each spew, his cock seemed to expand in girth, fully corking her cunt. 
She couldn't possibly count the throbbing spews of delicious jizz. Idly, she 
reflected that the ugly, lecherous little beast was hosing more cum into her 
stormy pussy than she could ever remember. 

She had the feeling he had dumped such a copious deluge of sex-juice into 
her cunt, his pecker was floating around in it, in her pussy, like a giant 
pickle in mayonnaise. He was gurgling like a mad animal, growling and 
grunting as he swizzled his red-hot prick around and around in her 
cock-endearing cunt. 

"You do it good, Herbie," Nancy murmured, tone muffled, fearful she might 
lose his wonderful sex ram. "Put it in my hot, itching little butt hole." 
She waited, numb with dread he would yank his cock out of her cunt and leave 
her still unfulfilled, ass up in the air like a wanton bitch. "Lean back a 
little-see my asshole pucker, Herbie? Ease your wonderful cock out of my 
pussy and push in there-and finish having our fuck heaven in my asshole." 

Nancy gritted her teeth at the reluctant retreat of his rockhard cock. She 
tensed, then forced a relaxation along her bowels. "Oooooooohhhh, be a 
little gentle, Herbie. But use all the pressure you need to fuck your prick 
into my hot butt." 

She held her breath at the wet fumbling in her wide anal valley. Nancy 
strained in an effort to loosen her anus. "Oh, push, dammit," she whined. 
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" 

Slam! 

Nancy screamed this time, feeling her insides yield. His column of flesh 
skewered into her, igniting a thousand fires of ecstasy that raged 
throughout her grateful guts. He began sawing in and out of her delectably 
violated asshole and she picked up his rhythm, romping her ass on his 
massive, young prick. 

The room, suddenly, was full of deafening sound and Nancy realized she was 
screaming for him to pour the prick to her poor, hungry asshole. She was 
cumming again, in the rectum and in the pussy. 

His second load of love-cream exploded deep in her hot butt and she would 
have collapsed if his cock hadn't held her spindled ass up from the floor. 
She wondered where he got all the wonderful fuck-cum, but didn't care. As 
long as he kept hosing his cock in her bowels or her cunt. 

Dully, she heard herself telling him, "When you get all your fun fucked out 
in my asshole, we'll rest a bit, then I'll go down on your nice, big cock 
and suck it hard for some more wonderful fucking." 

Nancy nearly fainted with ecstasy and regret as he extracted his draining 
cock from her butt. Her eyes went wide with pleasure as he turned her around 
on all-fours. She opened her mouth obediently as he stuffed it between her 
lips. As she swallowed his rigid member, she sucked voraciously on the fat, 
glowing head. 

"And I'm gonna get that Selma Bowen, too," Herbie muttered. "And if I can, 
I'm gonna shaft it to Nicky's sister-in-law." 

Nancy nodded her understanding as she bobbed her face on his succulent cock. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Dora deliberately went to prepare for bed ahead of Nicky that night. She 
left the door part way open and stripped quickly. She dawdled with a thin 
nightie until she heard his tread along the hall. As she toyed with getting 
the filmy garment over her head, she turned back and forth, certain she was 
exposing herself to his peeking gaze. 

Just don't go to bed and play with yourself again, she prayed silently. Then 
she shuffled into the nightie, smothered it over her curves, stretched it 
across her feverish titties. When she heard him pass her room, she moved 
stealthily into the unlit hall, tiptoed to peer into his room. 

He didn't even glance back as he undressed and Dora tremored with 
anticipation as she ogled his lean nakedness. She smiled as he stole to the 
bureau and took out the "dirty" books and magazines. For a few minutes, 
before he turned out the light, he sat on the edge of the bed, leafing 
through the sexy pictures. 

His penis filled and rose in twitches. Don't you dare jerk off, Dora 
frowned, a delicious, sexual turbulence commencing deep in her aching pussy. 
She was puzzled for a moment when he turned out the lamp and picked up the 
flashlight from the nightstand. 

Then she understood as the boy huddled under the covers, burrowed under 
them. You silly, young shit, she pouted, thinking you can deceive me into 
believing you're asleep with no light on. While, all the time, you're under 
the quilts and sheet, looking at the pictures with a flashlight. And you'll 
probably jack off again. 

No way, she fumed silently, deftly pulling the nightie off over her head. 
Her bare breasts were like two smooth-skinned melons in full ripeness on her 
heaving chest. The frail light escaping from her room and filtering into the 
hall gave her golden skin a sculpted appearance. The sensation of her twin 
charmers increased her sexual agitation as they rose and fell, bobbed gently 
with her excited breathing. 

Dora crept silently to the side of his bed, detected a trembling of his body 
huddled under the covers. Slowly, she sank to a squatting position. "Nick," 
she whispered. When he stiffened, she put a hand where she guessed his head 
was. 

"Don't be alarmed or scared. You don't have to uncover, if you don't want 
to," she reassured him. 

But he shuffled upward until just his face was visible. 

When he drew a deep, unsteady breath, Dora knew that he was embarrassed. His 
face seemed pale in the dimness of the room. She straightened slightly so he 
could see her bare breasts as she gently stroked a hand along his right leg, 
outside the covers. 

"What's the matter, Nick?" she whispered loudly. "You had it from Nan and 
Selma-don't you think mine would be as good as theirs?" 

She was absently aware her trench and canal were becoming wet and sizzling. 
And her sexy aroma wafted warmly, sweetly against her own face and she knew 
Nicky must smell her, too. 

Without taking her eyes from his face, she fumbled for the edge of the 
covers and worked her hand in. He lurched as her fingertips touched his 
right knee. Her hand searched, feeling nothing but the smooth bottom sheet. 
She knew he had those books and magazines under there with him-probably had 
put them on the far side of his body. 

"You saw Cal and Deke doing it to me last night," she cooed. "They told me 
that Selma and Nancy told them they had gotten you to give it to them-good. 
Don't you think my-pusssssssssssy would be as good as theirs?" She made the 
coarse, obscene word come out in an exciting hiss. 

Her hand encountered his, holding the flashlight. She levered her arm 
upward, but could see nothing under the covers. He had turned off the light. 
Firmly, she took it from his nerveless hand. 

"Lie very still," she cooed, smiling hotly at him in the gloom of the small 
room. She scooped the covers into a tent and pushed her head inside. She 
leaned to him, getting her titties and shoulders in there with his warm, 
tense, naked body. 

She flicked on the light and stifled a gasp of pleasure. The light washed 
over his genitalia, his half-hard cock and ripe nuts lolled out from between 
his legs. She inched forward until she could breathe hotly on the unskinned 
glans. 

Her heart bounced and a bubbling excitement shook her entire nude body. 
Holding the flashlight's beam squarely on his nice peter and nuts, she 
stroked his right thigh as soft as a feather. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuullllgggggggghhhhhhhhh," Nicky glugged, his legs drifting open. 

Dora winced as a sweetness wrenched her pussy and there was a fluttering in 
her wet, swollen trench. She touched his hot rubbery dong and it twitched an 
inch longer and definitely stiffened. 

Her pussy gaped open and ached with painful emptiness. Her inner thighs were 
becoming slick and sticky from the seep of her juices. The golden fleece was 
soppy and clinging. As her fingers closed on his plump barrel, his young 
nuts rose in the thick skin of his scrotum. 

Dora parted her lips slightly, held his cock steady, fingers closed just 
behind the coronal flange of the hot head. She toyed with the knob with her 
tongue and kissing lips. As he groaned and shuddered, she sucked in the head 
of his prick as if it was a big grape and savored his earthy flavor. 

She was reassured when he reached to pat the back of her head, fingers 
kneading her neck. "You like having your nice, big cock sucked, don't you, 
Nick?" she mumbled, her tongue and lips and cheeks devouring the fully 
expanded head of his rigid prick. 

"You saw the pictures of a girl doing this-going down on a guy's delicious 
cock-and him doing it to her cunny with his mouth," she muttered heatedly, 
gobbling more and more of his tantalizing cock into her frenzied mouth and 
gullet. 

"You know what to do, don't you, Nick?" She worked her face on him, 
mouth-fucking him slowly, teasingly. She wondered whether he would cooperate 
if she offered him her pussy to eat. 

Tentatively, he began turning from his right side onto his back. Dora's hot 
mouth followed him, keeping his thick prick firmly lodged in her devouring 
mouth. 

She withdrew slightly, mumbled around the juicy head of his cock, "Hold up 
the covers and let me slip in with you." Movement of the quilts and sheet 
created a cool stir of breeze on her feverish body as she crawled up over 
him. "Good," she purred as he arranged the covers over them. 

Dora positioned her knees against his ribs, her feet on either side of his 
head. She placed the flashlight down, between his spread legs so she could 
watch his balls loll, see her mouth acting on his long sex-stem. 

A heavenly tremor cascaded through her as Nicky brought his hands in contact 
with the inner planes of her silky thighs. Obediently, sucking ravenously on 
his cock, she spread her legs and brought her golden crotch down toward his 
face. His caressing hands on her legs, thumbs nudging her pussy lips ignited 
a raging fire of longing in her grinding loins. 

A building rumble of orgasm built in her womb as he kissed the tender, 
erotic places of her inner thighs and his thumbs gouged tentatively for her 
hole, pursing through her lust-bloated pouch. His nose nudged her puckered 
anus and he blew his breath, hot as a furnace blast into her raw flesh-pot. 

When his tongue lanced into her furrow, tickled into her tiny, convulsing 
cunt, she nearly blew up, gobbled the entire length of his now gigantic cock 
into her swallowing throat. 

She sucked firmly, gratefully as the boy under her began licking her cunny, 
his lips sucking in the inner petals, his tongue exploring around her fully 
tumescent clit. 

"Aaaaaaagggggggggggggg," Dora bleated, snuggling her pussy smile onto 
Nicky's face. An explosion of ecstasy seemed to blow her insides apart as 
his mouth suctioned around her fluttery entry and his tongue stabbed into 
her honeyed twat. 

She rubbed her hot, sticky gash on his face, tingles of pleasure rippling 
through her as his nose poked against her burning, itching anus. "I wish you 
could get something in my asshole," she whimpered. 

Without expecting it, she nearly lost his mouth on her snatch as he rammed 
two fingers into her snug butt hole, stretching outward until her rectum was 
an obscene grin. 

But the pain was momentary as he began fingering her back hole, one finger 
stabbing in as the other slid out. His cock began going 
off-bang-bang-wham-wham-as her mouth ravished his sweet fuck-meat. 

For a delirious second, Dora was disappointed. But, intuitively, she knew 
the young stud writhing under her would be able to manufacture fun-cum as 
fast as she could fuck-suck it out of his rampantly blasting cock. 

Dora moaned and she flattened her snatch against his swigging mouth that was 
driving her to the brink of sexual frenzy. The fingers he was working in and 
out of her asshole and the tongue swizzling in her sizzling snatch 
catapulted her into a paralyzing orgasm and all she could do was rub her hot 
boobies on his belly and gulp her tongue around his erupting prick. 

His cock throbbed so lovingly in her cum-guzzling mouth and her skin felt 
creepy-crawly as erotic thunder blasted away at her innards. Asshole and 
cunny cum at the same instant, she thought dizzily. She sighed unsteadily as 
the flutters reached a crescendo of jagged lightning, then ebbed. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHH!" she yelled incoherently, yearning for his massive prick in 
her glutinous cunt. Still sucking his cock vigorously, she withdrew until 
only the plump plum was between her lips. She wasn't sure how she 
accomplished it, but she began turning about, keeping her twat snuckled to 
his face. 

One of her hands always had his joyous meat as she squatted on his face, her 
back to his delectable manhood. She held up the flashlight to study his 
half-closed eyes as he continued eating her pussy. She leaned back, her arms 
extended to take his rigid member, to jack him off and keep him hard. 

"Want to let me top-ride your cock?" she wheeled, rotating her twat on his 
plundering, cuntsucking mouth. "I'd like a cunt-fucking-then maybe-a hot 
cornhole-job." 

In reply, his tongue scooped hot honey from her cunt and he pressed his nose 
against her quivering clit. Dora trembled and jacked him off, albeit a 
little clumsily. But her demanding fingers kept his cock at full staff. 

"Did you cornhole Nancy and Selma?" she panted. "Did they scream? I bet your 
wonderful prick really made 'em squirm and shiver-up their cunts or in their 
assholes." 

The creak of the bedsprings told her that she was jostling her twat up and 
down on his mouth and diving tongue. Reluctantly, Dora scooted her snatch 
from his face, skidded it stickily down his body until the hot, wet knob of 
his cock poked her at the flare of the hips. She took away one hand to use 
it to support herself as she lifted her fanny. 

Deftly, she jockeyed his cock into position and brought her enraptured pussy 
down on his spine of flesh. "Aaarrggggh," she squalled as her empty sex 
cavern was crammed full of lovely love-flesh. 

His hips bobbed upward, driving his spike of young lust past her tormented 
cervix, the head of his cock spearing toward her womb. 

Momentarily, she pressed fingers into her abdomen, feeling, she thought, the 
welt of his massive invader in her belly. Stinging twinges shot spark-like 
through her innards as he hunched and rotated his cock inside her grasping 
snatch. 

"Oooooooohhhh, God," Dora whimpered with unrestrained rapture, grinding her 
ass and golden-webbed cunt against her lurching body. 

With her pussy nursing the hard prick solidly imbedded up between her 
spraddled legs. Dora paused. She took his hands from his belly where his 
fingertips pressed into her pulpy, gold-meshed mound and lifted them. Nicky 
nodded solemnly, his mouth open, eyes wide and glittering. She placed them 
over her turgid titties. 

"Squeeze them lovingly, Nicky," she wheedled, tongue lolling over her dry 
lower lip as his fingers kneaded, as her slick berry tips were nipped. "God, 
yeeeeessssss, that's the way to love my boobies, Nickyyyyyyy." 

Dora planted her hands on his shoulders, stiffened, bowed her back slightly 
and began fucking him, hinged at the knees only. She was dizzy with ecstasy 
as she let his long prick slide out of her. She brought her ass back down to 
recapture his prick, rubbing her buttocks against his muscle-tensing thighs. 

"We fuck really gooooooood," she whinnied, her sex muscles grinding around 
his gliding cock. His hands working on her tits sent rapturous tides boiling 
downward to crash violently deep in her aching twat. 

He began waggling his hips back and forth, hunching his groin to her 
downward push to dive his cock to his lust-gorged balls in her sex-soppy 
snatch. 

"Up-f uck real fast and hard when I slam-bang my pussy down on your fabulous 
cock," Dora breathed in rapid, short pants. 

His ass lurched and she shimmied her cunny down his hard pole of flesh. 
"Keep your prick raised and I'll slam down with my pussy," she gasped, her 
clit like a red-hot coal in the stretched crease of her sex. 

The pressure of his fingers biting into her burning, stinging tits told her 
how excruciatingly delicious her hot pussy was around his pillar of flesh. 
Nicky sobbed softly, his eyes pinched shut. His head lofted into the air as 
she brought her body down on his cock with demanding violence. 

"Don't cum yet," she pleaded, an erotic shudder of rending magnitude seeming 
to smash her insides. She rested atop him his hard prick soaking in her 
quivering cunt. A crooning sound sifted from her throat as she methodically 
rocked her body up and down on his passion-plunger. 

"Your nice, big prick fills me good," Dora whimpered, tears of enchantment 
rolling down her cheeks to splash on his heaving chest. She nodded as Nicky 
began rocking his hips upward to meet her downward plunge. When she sailed 
high, the inner petals of her pussy blossom leached around his prick. When 
she catapulted downward, they were sucked back into her torrid vagina by the 
thickness of his cock as she was again penetrated. 

"I like all your cock in my cunt," Dora whined, bringing her frantic ass 
down, his prick lancing deep into her body. His hands alternately mauled and 
tore at her ripe melons and loved them tenderly. "Brace your feet, bring 
your legs up against my butt and really up-fuck into me," she begged. 

Nicky cried out softly, as if in agony, as her ass began flying in jolting, 
energy-sapping assaults. Her sobs of pleasure were like a little girl crying 
and the only other sound was the warm ones of meat snocking into meat. 

The head of his prick expanded and stretched her insides as her sphincters 
goaded along his pistoning shaft. "I'm fuckin' myself good on your cock," 
Dora wept softly. 

Nicky's hands left her tits and slid to her flanks to steady her as she 
bucked and bounded and lurched over him as she drilled the heavenly hole 
between her parted legs with his mammoth cock. 

Dora crooned plaintively as her pace steadied, his cock pounding into her. 
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she reeled through a 
pleasure-tempest that nearly toppled her from atop his sweating, laboring 
body. "Don't cum 'til I blast again," she gasped in an anguish of wanton 
pleasure. 

Suddenly, there was no holding back for him and Dora knew it as she felt the 
vibrations of his cum pump start along his shaft. "Ooooookay, go ahead, 
Honnnnnnnnney," she yelled as he pulled the trigger deep up her twat and 
exploded a tremendous flood of jizz that shattered her snatch. 

"Oooooohhhhh, Jesus," she wailed, grinding her ass on his thighs as she 
wobbled her twat on his erupting prick. "Fabulous, a cock spewing jizz in 
me," she sighed, her cunny walls milking his imbedded cock. 

Then, with his prick stiff firing, she lifted her bottom, deftly adjusted 
the angle and ripped her asshole down on his tender cock-head. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhh! Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!" Dora screamed as she impaled herself on 
his cock. But the red-hot poker in her bowel, showering her innards with 
liquid fire, launched her into an asshole cum. 

"Niiiiiicky," she squalled, slowly collapsing on him, pressing a tit to his 
face, a nipple into his gasping mouth. "Suck my boobie and keep on 
cummmmmmming in my butt hole." 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

A petrifying chill held Selma immobile as she held the telephone in a clammy 
hand. "You've heard about me and Mrs. Kinkaid-Nancy-haven't you, Mrs. 
Bowen-Selma? Sure, you have. She told you all about it, now didn't she?" 

My God, she thought, the little beast must have been watching for Deke to 
leave for the dub with Cal. What would happen if he did write those filthy 
letters like he told Nan? 

"I meant what I said-all of it," Herbie's voice came over the wire, slimy as 
a snake's-if a snake talked. "You just get your nuts in the mood for 
cracking, take a blanket out to your car and drive out the highway to the 
old potato processing plant. Nobody's there this time of the year. Get your 
fancy fanny in a hustle-right now." 

I won't do it, Selma fumed. But she took a folded blanket from the hall 
closet and slipped out the front way and around to the car-so Nancy wouldn't 
see her. As she drove through town, she watched the rear view mirror for 
sight of the lecherous neighborhood kid. The entire core of her being was as 
frigid as ice. 

Nancy hadn't been too explicit about what she had had to do with Herbie-just 
nodded assent that he had taken her "every way you can thing of, Sel." 

Hatred and cold apprehension gripped her as she drove between two long, 
deserted packing sheds so that her car was hidden from the asphalt road on 
the south and the dusty gravel road to the west. 

"I won't," she muttered bitterly, heart loping with dread and fright when 
she heard the sound of an approaching motorbike. 

In seconds, Herbie rode up and stopped at the driver's side, jazzed the 
engine a few times and shut it off. Before he said a word, she snarled at 
him, "You're a rotten little bastard. And I won't do whatever it is you 
want." 

His thin, pale lips curled in a contemptuous leer. "Well, what I want to do 
is fuck. And you and I are going to fuck. Bring the blanket?" 

Selma swallowed painfully, her gaze wavering from his glittering eyes. 
"Yes." 

"Get out," Herbie said, flinging his right leg back off the bike. "Come on, 
get out. And bring the blanket." 

Sick with dread and disgust and shame, she slowly opened the door and slid 
out, dragging the folded blanket with her. She stood facing him, mouth dry, 
fighting to find words to spew out her hatred at him. 

She struggled momentarily as he took her arm, then let him guide her 
forward. 

"Spread it out on the ground," he ordered as they stood facing each other. 

"Where?" Selma asked faintly. 

"In front of the car, on the ground," he said sternly. 

Selma circled him as if he were diseased and stared through tears of 
desperation and futility at the dusty ground. Slowly, she shook out the 
blanket and spread it, slowly, neatly. Anxiety created a sharp, dreadful 
pain in her bowels. Just as she looked up, Herbie dropped his pants and 
shorts and peeled off his shirt. 

"Take off your clothes," he said tersely, smugly. 

"Please, dear God, no, Herbie." She retreated. But her fingers went to the 
buttons of her blouse and she grudgingly removed it. She peered at his naked 
frame covertly. His body is so frail, she thought. But her eyes gaped wide. 
But, my God, his hard peter isn't. To her, it was a long, thin rapier, 
standing out grotesquely in the clean, clear summer light. 

Her guts crawled as he mockingly jacked off with both hands and waggled the 
knob of his cock at her. "Get naked," he demanded, dancing before her. 
senses numb, she loosened the button of her shorts and skidded the zipper, 
the loose-fitting garment falling around her sandaled feet. 

"Fantastic, beautiful legs," he marveled lewdly, nodding, and she pushed 
down her panties, removed the bra that seemed to be strangling her. She 
picked up her clothes and tossed them onto the hood of the car. She stared 
at him in rebellion for a moment, then it melted away. 

Wherever his blazing eyes touched her skin, she felt as if branded. "You 
like to fuck, Mrs. Bowen-Selma? You've screwed Nick?" His tongue flopped out 
of his mouth obscenely. 

Her mouth worked dumbly and she peered away. "Just once," she murmured in an 
apologetic tone, not knowing why she had said it, admitted her body had been 
possessed by Dora's brother-in-law. 

His laughter was a triumphant cackle as he strutted forward, his peter 
weaving in air, balls swinging. Their complete nakedness, with the spread 
blanket on the ground, seemed unreal. She was disgusted with herself. She 
couldn't swing her gaze from his husky, young, lecherous genitals. It was as 
if they had a mesmerizing effect on her. 

"Where do you want me? How do you want me, Herbie? Want me on my back and 
you on top, between my legs? Or, do you want to fuck me dog-fashion?" 

His mocking laughter would have infuriated her, if she hadn't been conquered 
in spirit already. "Down on your knees," he leered. 

She settled to her knees, her jutting tits on a line with his mid-thighs. 
"Noooooo!" she screamed with stark understanding as he strode onto the 
blanket. 

"You can fuck me all you want-but not that!" 

He twiddled his fingers and she slowly gave him her hands. Tears flowed from 
her eyes as he curled her slender fingers around his hot balls. 

"Suck me," he said, the harshness of his voice made ludicrous by the 
high-pitched tone. 

Unbidden, her fingers worked caressingly on his hard balls. She blinked away 
the tears to clear her vision as she watched his hard pecker twitch and 
expand. She could smell the earthy, musky aroma of his ready sex, mingled 
with the perfume of soap. A t least he's clean, her mind acknowledged. 

Selma stared at the slick, dark glans, at the slit in the very tip. 
Instinctively, she licked her lips, trembling as he laid a hand on the crown 
of her head, gently tousling her auburn hair. 

"Please?" she begged. 

"Awwwww, go ahead," he laughed softly. 

Selma swallowed hard and nervously raised her chin, putting her lips on line 
with his pungent smelling meat. She bent forward-the dark plum was a full, 
appetizing morsel, her mind quavered and her lips parted, her tongue slipped 
out. 

A shower of sparks were ignited in between her legs as she dabbled the tip 
of her tongue across the fleshy knob. Her tongue curled back into her mouth 
briefly with a little scoop of his clear honey. 

She licked again, tasting a sweet-saltiness licked again and again, running 
her tongue from the sag of his scrotum, up the underside, along the sides, 
down the top and back again. 

Selma didn't know whether he hunched his butt or she leaned forward, but she 
lapped the bulb of his prick into her hot, wet mouth. Her cheeks closed 
against it, her tongue pressed the tasty head of his cock against the roof 
of her mouth. 

Her eyes sought his for a moment, veered away from his flashing eyes. 
Instinctively, her fingers tightened on his balls and pressed into the root 
of his succulent cock. Her tongue curled raspingly around the head of his 
eager dick and it sprang forward with increasing life. She sucked hard on 
his oozing glans and he hunched. 

Her fingers closed on his quivering balls and one of his knees crushed into 
one of her smooth breast cones. He pressed forward and Selma took a wad of 
his meat forcefully far back in her mouth. She glug-glugged, swallowing and 
sucking cock as if fearful it would strangle her. She milked his sac of 
goodies as the head of his cock rammed into the curvature of her throat. She 
rose slightly, bent his cock out straight from its base and the massive knob 
crammed her gullet. 

Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, swizzling and curling and 
licking at the massive cock completely stuffing her face. His balls crawled 
around enchantingly in their symmetrical sac. An excitement boiled in her 
when he groaned as she let her teeth bite into his slowly moving prick. 

She weaved her face from side to side so that the slick head of his prick 
slithered from cheek to cheek in her vacuuming mouth. 

A gloating shaped in her mind as she realized she was taking all he had with 
no great difficulty. And his painful bleating filled her with a sense of 
triumph. The louder the youth groaned, the harder she sucked on his 
in-and-out fucking cock. 

With one hand clinging to his passion-loaded balls, the other rubbed across 
his hip point and her palm flattened on his tense, lean butt, holding his 
groin to her forehead as she began mouth-fucking him with a greed she didn't 
know was in her. 

Selma craned her neck, stretching it out straight so his prick could make 
straight fuck-strokes into her squirming, swallowing throat. As he pulled 
his dong out, she slurped hungrily, swallowing and guzzling the juice he 
secreted and her saliva. 

And she kept her tongue weaving maddeningly along the length of the 
underside of his pistoning prick. Her fingers tightened on his big, hot nuts 
as he fucked her face with increasing lust and haste. She worked fingers 
into the crack of his ass and gouged at his tight butt hole. 

Her jaws ached from her mouth stretched out of shape around his goring cock 
and her hand closed roughly on his balls. Feeling the beginning convulsion 
of cum, Selma reamed a finger deep into his rectum. Herbie lunged his prick 
all the way down her guzzling gullet and he ejaculated with a scream and 
torrential flood of thick jizz, nearly strangling her. 

She recovered quickly, letting his cum flow freely down her throat, into her 
stomach as she sucked bravely and milked his balls. Each time she screwed 
the finger around in his red-hot anus, he unleashed another powerful squirt 
of jizz. 

Selma would have liked to have seen his contorted face, but was satisfied to 
finger-diddle his asshole, yank his balls and suck his cock for all her 
mouth was worth. Almost resentfully, she realized he was about to stop 
cumming because his hands behind her head began to relax. 

Even after he stopped copulating, she continued to suck and lick his cock. 
With just the fat head between her lips, she looked up at him dreamily, 
"Want to fuck me now?" 

When he nodded dully, she reluctantly released his swollen nuts and eked her 
finger out of his butt hole. "On my back? Or do you want to mount me from 
behind and fuck me like that? Maybe in my pussy for awhile, then in my ass 
for awhile." 

As he glared at her, seeming unable to decide, Selma leaned over backward 
and settled onto the blanket, on her back. She kicked her feet high in the 
air, legs stiff and spread-eagled, giving him her pussy or her ass-or both. 

He stumbled forward and toppled into the saddle of her satiny, creamy 
things. His dong dripped oozing honey into her dark brown fur piece. "If 
you'll play with my boobies and snuggle closer, I'll spread open my pussy 
and guide your nice cock right into my cunny." 

As she studied his pinched face, awed expression, a slow, triumphant smile 
touched her lips. She took his forearms and pulled him into her Veed thighs, 
placed his trembling hands over her tumescent breasts. 

She reached for his genitalia, grabbed his torrid cock far behind the 
coronal flanges and virtually dragged the head into her gaping furrow, held 
apart with the fingers of her free hand. His fingers worked as if he were 
hypnotized by the feel of her gourd-like mounds in his hands. 

Selma squirmed, braced her feet next to her buttocks and lifted her crotch 
in an upward arch as she positioned the head of his prick against her 
expectant entry. She had to hunch her cunny to him to capture the 
deep-purple knob in her pulsating vagina. 

A squeal of surprise and delight wheezed from her open mouth, the head of 
his cock like a hot coal soaking inside her straining body. She gathered her 
strength and tossed her crotch at him. "Come on," Selma rasped, a film of 
sweat of increasing passion and lust shining on her creamy skin, "go to 
work. Start fucking it to me. Feed your prick into my ready pussy. Shove 
your cock to my cunny slow and steady and I'll give you a real hot, juicy 
fucking, Herbie." 

The boy wobbled above her, his fingers like claws on her turgid tits. 
Slowly, his prick vanished up between her parted legs-like raw meat being 
devoured by a hairy animal. Selma smiled contentedly, feeling the thick 
outer labia being stretched into a rubbery ring around the thick bole. 

Muscles in her thighs aching, she held herself steady as he humped the last 
four inches of his cock into her straddle-gash. 

Selma felt the sweet strains of slick friction all along her sex-canal as 
the throbbing, searing head plowed into her, sloped off her cervix and 
plundered deeper. She emitted a sweet refrain of "fuck it to me good, 
Herbie," as he grated against her tender asshole. She shook her ass at him 
to increase the delectable wantonness of being skewered completely. 

"Suck my titties," she yelled in his face and pushed on the top of his head, 
forcing his face to her aching orbs of flesh. "Put your hands under my butt 
and lift me and stick a finger up my ass and shove your cock in and out fast 
as you can." 

Selma squalled with total enthrallment as his hands palmed the twin moons of 
her ass, both of his sex-fingers gored her anus and he banged his cock to 
her fluttering cunt. "Oh, good God, you give me a deep, hot fuck," she 
panted, shaking her ass, swiveling her stretched pussy on his pistoning 
prick. 

Jagged lightning seemed to crash in her spindled pussy and stars danced 
behind her pinched eyelids as he fucked her into a sudden, shattering 
orgasm. "You got me cummmming," she howled, up-fucking her pussy on his 
pounding prick as fast as she could make her legs lever her body up and 
down. 

"Feel my sex muscles loving your prick, Herbie. This is really neat fucking. 
Plunge your prick to me and keep me blasting my heaven-thunder." 

The more he ripped his prick into her hot, wet pussy, the higher she soared 
into her rending climax. "Keep fucking my cunny fast like that," she begged. 
He was snorting and grunting as his slobbering mouth devoured one of her 
hot, aching titties. 

"Dig your fingers deeper in my cumming asshole," Selma howled as she curled 
her shapely calves across the small of his back, locked her ankles over the 
crown of his laboring ass. 

"You should have-YOU HAVE-a clean, straight shot with your prick between my 
legs, into my snatch," she gasped, eyes wide but blind with her mounting 
lust. His pace quickened and she knew he was getting there, that her greased 
pussy had brought him all the way out and she had all the cock he would ever 
raise buried in her milking twat. . She admired his stamina, the way he kept 
right on screwing her cunt while he filled her well to overflowing with his 
steaming jizz, making her pussy smoke and boil. 

"Wonderful fucking," she yelled encouragement to the sweating, 
huffing-puffing boy. "Now that Nan and I have you, we'll have all the cock 
our cunnies want and need. We may just fuck and suck and have you cornholed 
to death before school starts." 

When he started slack off, she dug her heels into his ass, pushing them into 
the crack of his butt, forcing him to keep up his coital rhythm. Her insides 
were gurgling with sexual eagerness. 

"My asshole is burning for your cock, Herbie," she cooed, her legs locking 
him between her legs, keeping his magnificent young prick socked away in her 
caressing pussy. "In a little bit, I'll let you rest-then I'm going down on 
you again and suck you back to full hardness and you can fuck my ass. After 
you give me my slam-bang cornhole fun, I'll give you another blow-job-really 
suck you off and you can screw me in the pussy some more. 

"Then, I'll help you load your motorbike in the trunk of the car and we'll 
go to Nan's place and you can take turns going down on you." 

A fury of passion was consuming her as her cuntal muscles grasped his cock 
as if they had teeth. "I think we'll be able to go at it all day-fucking and 
sucking and you eating cut our pussies," she chortled, letting him up. "Want 
a rest? Or can you cornhole me right now?" she smiled, taking a fourpoint 
stance. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Dora didn't have a chance to push her head under the covers of Nicky's bed 
and blow his horn for reveille. When she got up, dressed in jeans and a 
light plaid shirt, she found him sitting on the railing of the front 
veranda. 

It was just about the same hour as Selma took the telephone call from 
Herbie, put the blanket in her car and went out to the spud packing sheds 
for her round of pussy-pricking. 

For a minute or more, Dora stood at the screen door watching the immobile 
youth as he stared in a forlorn manner down toward the river. Her heart 
pounded with the thought that he might be feeling remorse about their 
escapade the night before. 

Uncertain, she fixed a smile on her lips, adopted a carefree, almost jaunty 
attitude and strolled outside to stand next to him. "It's beautiful up here 
in the mountains, isn't it?" 

When he merely nodded, she patted him between the humped-forward shoulders 
and tousled his dark hair. "Hey, what's the glum-glums for?" Her voice 
softened, grew husky. "Nick, you aren't feeling bad about-what we did last 
night, are you? I wouldn't have you feel like that at all. Besides, what the 
heck? I'm a woman; you're a well-developed young man. And we both know that 
each of us needs it. I do need your handsome-ripe prick-and you need my-hot, 
vibrant alive pussy. Soooooooo, shake the blue-blues, okay?" 

"Not that, Dora," he said slowly. "I was just thinking-oh, last night was 
terrif-about what that Herbie said. And I don't tell him anything about 
Nancy and me and Selma and me. He knew." 

Dora hugged his waist, crushing her unbraed breasts against his tense back. 
"Oh, pooh. That's down there; we're up here. Forget it." 

Nicky pressed his back against her warm boobies, his butt to her crotch. "He 
said he was going to get them-probably already has. And he said he was going 
to get to you, too." 

For a moment, Dora felt a chill thread its way along every nerve fiber in 
her body. Cold sparks showered through her cunny. She thought swiftly. "Like 
hell. We don't even have to ever go back to Caldwell. I will sell the house 
and we can live here year-round. You can go to school in Cascade. And if he 
should ever come up here to try to put the make on me-I'll take steps. Don't 
forget about that-I'm not," she said, all worry evaporating. 

"What say I fix some grub and we take it down to the river, explore the 
property?" she said brightly. "While I was waiting for you to arrive from 
Seattle, I wandered over it. I found some really neat places to make love." 

When he turned his head to look at her, she kissed him wetly, kipped her 
tongue teasingly into his astonished mouth. "Yep, lots of secret, secluded 
places for us to have some woooooooonderful fucking, Nick. Come on. You can 
carry the six-pack of beer and I'll just sack up some fixin's for sandwiches 
and such." 

While Nicky prowled up and down the river, Dora settled onto the soft, cool, 
matted grass, her back braced against the bole of a tree. She sipped a beer 
and watched his sinuous movement along the quiet, deep pool, wondering what 
he was thinking. 

When he returned to her, stood looking down into her questioning eyes, she 
felt her heart thump, knowing darned well what was on his young mind. 

"Feel like doing it-now-here?" he asked hesitantly, not quite sure of 
himself. 

Dora pouted to obscure a smile. "Do what? Here?" she asked innocently, 
inwardly teasing him. "You know," he said huskily, a hand going tentatively 
to the top button of her shirt, slipping it from the worn eye. 

"Somebody might come along that little public road we crossed," she 
demurred, not resisting further unbuttoning of her shirt. 

As he spread the shirt open, letting her opulent titties tumble forth, she 
sipped the beer, loving the sweet nuances that were beginning deep between 
her legs. He squatted facing her and fondled her choice melons, caressing 
the dainty tips. 

She moved the bottle from hand to hand as he removed the shirt and dropped 
it beside them. "Uuuuuuummmmm," she sighed as his hand scooped into her 
crotch and pressed her pussy through the thick jeans. Her head rested back 
against the tree as he lifted one of her smooth, jutting cones and his mouth 
captured a succulent portion, his tongue tickling the reddish nipple, 
sending sweet needles of pleasure stinging down through her body to prickle 
deep in her pussy. 

Carefully, Dora undid the fly of her jeans and spread the fly. She took his 
wrist and guided his hand inside her panties, his fingers combing through 
the golden mesh across her sensitive mound. 

She scooted out to lie flat on her back and he followed her down, his tongue 
licking at the tumescent berries, up the creamy undersides of her fleshy 
globes. "Push my pants and panties down, Nicky," she whispered, pushing at 
her clothing. "Get my crotch bare so you can play with me." 

With his mouth clinging to one of her aching tits, he used both hands to 
shove her clothing to her knees. Dora used her feet to work them down, toed 
them off so she lay naked on the cool grass. 

His left had rubbed the gentle bowl of her belly, found her tingling slot. 
"Aaaah-aaaah-ah-ah-ah," she purred softly as a finger sliced her wet sweet 
fruit and tickled her fun berry. 

Her left hand stretched and she palmed his fertile fruit. Her fingers pried 
the buttons of his pants open and she wiggled her hand inside the gaping 
fly. "Ah, yessssssss," she hissed pleasurably as her fingers closed in a 
passionate grip on his thickening, hardening peter. She arched her famished 
pussy to his fumbling, exploring fingers. 

"You passed my hole," Dora whispered, tugging his cock into the open. "Find 
my pussy and fingerfuck me a little bit." Her middle heaved and writhed as 
he dipped a finger into her coiling cunny."You got me dead center between 
the legs and up my twat," she murmured, her free hand caressing the nape of 
his neck, encouraging him to suck and nibble her aching nipple. 

As she jacked him off, getting him a full erection, Nicky pushed his clothes 
off over his butt and pawed them down around his ankles. "That's the way," 
Dora crooned, as he maneuvered so she could get a better hold on his heated 
cock. 

Her ass bucked erratically as his diving finger sent tremors of ecstasy 
flowing through her loins. "Want me to suck your cock for a little bit? I 
like the taste and feel of your big prick fucking in and out of my mouth." 

"Ooooooh, golly," Nicky moaned, hunching his prick into her goading hand. "I 
don't want you to jizz from being jacked off," Dora cautioned. "If you get 
too close, stick it between my legs, or let me flop around to suck your cum 
out with my mouth." 

She snuggled her nakedness against the grass and drew her legs higher, knees 
fanning side. Even the grass tickling the globes of her fanny added to her 
consuming passion. "Keep on finger-fucking me, Nick," Dora panted, pushing 
his face from her turgid titties. 

She twisted her body and tugged at him. Getting the idea, he stretched out 
beside her. Dora turned her head and kissed the tip of his fat knob as she 
milked her fingers along the pulsating shaft. 

"Uuuuuuummmm, yummmmmy," she gurgled, curling her hot tongue around the 
glistening glans, the tip dabbling behind the solid flange. "Wish I was 
getting fucked and cornholed at the same time I'm sucking your cock," she 
murmured; almost wistfully; her mouth absorbing his plump plumb. 

"Just lie still and let me do my thing with my mouth on your nice, tasty 
prick," she purred, wiggling to get a hand on his balls, the other squeezing 
the base of his heavy prong. 

He was able to hand-love her right tit as his left hand continued its play 
in her hairy crotch. He dipped a thumb and index finger into her roiling 
snatch and he rubbed his big finger through her exposed crack. 

'Eeeeeeeeyyyyyyyiiiiimmeeeeeeeeee," Dora squealed, tone muted, her bottom 
lurching with ecstasy as he nudged her chocolate-hued anus. "Go ahead," she 
encouraged, "put a nice finger in me there, too." 

Her eyes fluttered wildly as he pressed with a stiffened finger. 
"Aaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh," she blubbered as his finger invaded her rectum. 
"Oooooooooooo," she mewled as the flicker of pain was ignited into a raging 
inferno of lustful delight. 

"Go-go-go-go," she yelled, "finger-fuck both my hot holes." And she pushed 
her face, taking inch after inch of his masterful cock into her ravishing 
mouth. 

She watched him raise his head to watch his fingers probing her twin 
orifices. "Give my holes fast finger-reamings," Dora gasped, sucking 
voraciously as she bobbed her face on his fuck-rod. 

Dora paused a moment to tongue the aromatic head of his pulsating prick. 
"I'm gonna cum in both my ass and my cunt," she panted, "so pleeeeeeease 
finger-fuck me real fast and as deep as you can." 

As he obeyed, she resumed fucking all of his cock into her greedy throat, 
her teeth scraping along his fat barrel to goad him with agonizing pleasure. 
Her belly was churning frantically and her asshole was an inferno from his 
relentless gouging. 

Her screams of passionate abandon were corked in her throat by the expanding 
girth of the head of his cock. She sucked as hard as she could and played 
her tongue along the tender underside of his quivering spike of flesh. 

"Oooooohhhh, Nickkkkkkk," she blubbered, sucking frantically and fucking her 
mouth vigorously on his prick, "I'm cummmmmmming!" Her ass danced wildly on 
his dual-skewerings of her anus and pussy. 

Her silky thighs closed against his darting hand and her belly. She curled 
an arm over his butt, held his lean cheeks, pressing his groin to her chin, 
keeping his pulsating prick buried in her guzzling throat as he spewed her 
face cavity full of thick, pearly jizz. 

His flood of cum was so copious, Dora had the sensation she was drowning in 
it. She swallowed deeply, and her tongue milked out another deluge from the 
gaping slit in the tip of his prick. "I love sucking cock," she gasped, 
coming up for air, diving her mouth back down on his long, thick stem of 
flesh. When his flow of cum finally subsided, she slid his cock from her 
mouth and lovingly licked all around the spasming column of flesh. 

As her own pleasure ebbed, she continued working her ass on his impaling 
fingers and held his balls so she could lave them delicately, tenderly with 
her cum-coated tongue. 

"I bet your cock is so long, you could straddle me, sit on my gut and you 
could fuck off between my titties and I could suck the head of your cock at 
the same time," she marvelled, sucking one of his finger-isolated nuts into 
her mouth. 

She winced as Nicky withdrew the finger from her butt and spaded four 
fingers into her fluttering cunt. "Hey?" She opened her legs tentatively, 
muscles quivering to close them in protest, but the gouging sent ripples of 
animalistic delight roaring into her boiling hole. 

"Yeah, okay, good-I think you know what you're doing, Nick. I like it. But 
don't shove your whole hand into my snatch and stretch it like a laundry 
basket." She wallowed his nut from cheek to cheek with her tongue, relaxed 
her twat tunnel as he quickly brought her out and around to a new session of 
cum-bang-bang-cum. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

After a time, they pulled on their clothes, headed up the hill away from the 
river, sipping beer. "Some of those pictures," Nicky began as she led him 
into a shadowy glen of trees and bitter brush. 

"Don't tell me about it-show me," Dora glowed, turning to face him, opening 
her shirt and pulling his face into the deep valley between her feverish 
titties. 

She laughed with nervous, merry excitement as Nicky groped at her jeans. 
"I'm gonna wear out my clothes by taking them off and putting them on," she 
groaned, stepping back and undressing. 

She winked at him, shook her blonde hair as Nicky hastily stripped. They 
hung their clothes side by side on branches of a thick bush. "What did you 
have in mind, young stud?" she twinkled, stepping forward, hips swaggering, 
feeling his limp, red meat. 

She clung to his genitals as he mauled her boobies with alternately 
demanding and gentle hands. "Yah, okay," she muttered as he pushed. She 
surveyed the grassy and pine-needled ground briefly, then stretched out on 
her back. 

She slung her arms out wide, lifted her head to watch him as he sank to his 
knees between her parted feet. Her eyes squinted as she stared at his face, 
his gaze riveted to her fleecy crotch. 

"Want to try that, Nick? I'd like it-if you really feel like you want to." 
she whispered, breath excited and harsh. 

She reached to place her hands on his shoulders as he leaned to her. She 
drew her legs up, her knees against his ribs. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee," she 
whimpered as he licked her heaving belly, poked the tip of his tongue into 
the cute dimple of her belly button. 

Her middle writhed as he sucked her navel, kept his wet tongue swizzling in 
her perfect belly pucker. "I saw this in some of those pictures," Nicky 
grunted, his tongue trailing over her smooth, white tummy. He skipped over 
her thick, silky brush and the tip of his tongue delved experimentally into 
the beginning crease of her gash. 

"Do you think you'll like eating pussy?" Dora asked solemnly, hoping, 
hoping, praying. "Just a sec," she muttered, putting her hands on her hips, 
levering them high in the air in the station of a bicycle exercise. 

"Beautiful," Nicky groaned, his tongue stabbing into her swollen-lipped 
furrow. 

"Better?" Dora let her breath out anxiously. 

His head bobbed and his tongue laced into her slick, red slash. Dora let her 
feet and calves out dangle as she kept her sexy saddle wide open for his 
face. 

"How does my pussy taste-to you?" she fretted, an agony of delight 
shimmering through her womb. 

"Uuuuuuuummmmm," Nicky replied, the tip of his tongue on her distended clit, 
slipping down her trench to glide into her pussy cleft. 

"Meeeeee, tooooooo," Dora responded tremulously. "Eat me good and deep, 
Nickyyyyyyy," she sobbed, a fast orgasm taking shape in her cunt depths. 

He stuck his tongue deep into her hot sex-cranny and wobbled his face back 
and forth to position his lips over her rosy entry. 

"We could 69," she ventured, really not wanting him to stop long enough to 
swing over her, head-to-toe, toe-to-head, so she could suck his cock while 
he gobbled her pussy. 

"Laaaaater," he mumbled, his fingers stretching the taut and rounded cheeks 
of her ass wide, pushing his thumbs into her scalding, pinching asshole. 

"Oooooookay, Lover," she smiled gratefully, tears filming her eyes, blurring 
the tops of the towering pine trees. "But you aren't getting any fun for you 
cock, eating out my pussy like this. But if you'll--GOD! I'm cummmmmming!" 
She tried to loft her ass even higher to increase the pressure of his mouth 
in her trough and the depth of his tongue in her hot pussy. 

"Eat me good," she mumbled, "as I started to say, and you'll get all the 
cock-sucking your big prick desires." 

As her last orgasm dwindled, but wanting to keep her hot edge of passion, 
Dora patted his head, letting her bottom sag from his mouth. "Do you have a 
hard-on, Nick? I can't see. But if you do, I'll lift my pussy back up to you 
and you can ease up over me and shove your cock right up my snatch." 

He fumbled upright on his knees and she admired the long, hefty erection. 
"Ooooooohhh, goooooooood," she whistled. "Give me some powerful fucking 
before we go back to the house." 

She rested her heels on his bare shoulders as he positioned himself before 
her lofted crotch. She watched, unblinking, as he guided the thick knob into 
her well-licked gash. 

Dora bit her lower lip expectantly as he pressed the head of his cock 
against her craving cunny entry. "Shove it hard," she breathed heavily, 
stiffening her body to accept a harsh penetration. 

She blinked with impatience as he poked, "aaaaahhh," she sighed as the head 
popped inside her pussy. "Ram it in hard and all the way," she commanded. 

"Aaaaaggggggghhhhh," she screamed gutturally as Nicky slam-bang stabbed his 
cock up her scalding snatch. "God, you really fucked your cock in hard." 

She squinted a his intent face as he looked down at their connection. "Is 
this a good position, with my butt up off the ground, my pussy raised up in 
the air?" 

She trembled as Nicky grasped her lean flanks and he pulled his prick out a 
little way, socked it back into her. "I won't be able to help, like this," 
she continued. "You will have to do it all-all the work-all the fucking for 
both of us." 

She steadied herself on her arms as he adjusted his knees and slowly, 
tentatively began drilling his prick into her stretched vagina. 

"I like it really great," Dora winced with pleasure, clenching her 
sex-muscles on his thick head and plowing shaft. "If you get your joy okay, 
start giving your cock to my in deep between my legs. If you slip out," she 
laughed merrily, "I can expect to get my belly greased-or your big, hard 
cock rammed in a wicked cornholing in my butt hole." 

The slow glides of his prick into her pussy gave her the impression it was a 
foot-no, a yard-long. She gritted her teeth and chewed on her lower lip as 
his plunged became more deliberate-pulling it out until just the head was 
inside her cunt, then socking it back in fast so that his heavy balls 
slap-slapped against her uptilted bottom. 

He swayed her body from side to side as he would pound his prick to the 
balls in her pussy and lever it back and forth and up and down. 
"Goddddddddamn," Dora wailed in ecstatic gasps as he stretched and pried her 
cunt-passage, "I never ever dreamed being fucked could be so 
wonderfulllllll." 

His eyes would fasten for awhile on her lolling, rolling boobies, then swing 
to her flushed, contorted face as she concentrated on the deep horning her 
was giving her pussy. 

"Fuck this hussy fast," she yelled, shaking her cunt on his pinioning prick. 
"Make my little pussy smoke and erupt," she whined, straining to clench her 
sphincters on his plundering prick. 

"Tonight we'll sleep together and I'll suck your cock while you eat and lick 
my pussy," she whimpered, her lust building into another violent tempest as 
he poured his prick to her pussy in heightening tempo. 

Nicky crushed his groin against her love mound as his prick went off with a 
crash in her cunt. "You darned guy," Dora wailed, "you shot your jizz in me 
before I was ready." Her voice trailed away in an erratic shriek. "I can 
catch up and cum," she groaned, wobbling her ass and straining to climax. 

A little later, as they sat side by side, drinking a beer, Dora played with 
his puffy prick. "Why dress to go back to the house? We'll just undress when 
we get there-or before-and do it some more, huh?" 

Nicky carried the sack they hadn't opened and the beer empties as Dora 
preceded him with their clothes bunched in one arm. She led down a game 
trail with her free hand clamped firmly around his tender dong. 

"You wait on the veranda," Dora said, taking the sack from him. "Here, open 
this last beer-we'll drink it together." She left their clothes and the sack 
of food in the house, returned immediately. 

"Got an idea," she purred, floating to her knees before him, lifting his 
cock and glugging it into her mouth. Her tongue brought out an immediate 
response. "You'll be hard again in a minute," she twinkled, playing with his 
aching balls. 

Her swallow muscles coaxed the head of his hardening prick into her throat. 
She hugged both arms around his bare ass, press her forehead into his 
stomach to let his cock grow to full size in her face. Her tongue arched to 
nurse the honey drops from the slit in the head, down her stretching throat. 

She jacked him off as she maneuvered around him and perched her bare rump on 
the railing. She kept one hand on a four-by-four post to steady herself. 
"Reach under my legs and lift them high and lock your fingers behind me, 
above my ass," she suggested. 

"Yep," she said, tone dripping passion, "this will work; I'll put it in for 
us." She reached for his cock and aimed it at the hot hole in the midst of 
rose petals of her sexy gash. 

Nicky rammed home and her back arched as her pussy took his prick up and in 
at an angle. "You hit the bottom of my twat, Nickyyyyyyy," she squalled, 
still clinging to the post with one hand and curling her other arm around 
his neck. 

"Just keep my butt on the rail and start pumping and fucking away at my 
pussy," she whined. Each time his prick plowed deep, Dora sobbed for more. 
"Fuck me fast and we'll cum bang-bang and have another beer." 

"Can you cornhole me from this position?" she whimpered, his rapid 
prick-pounding-into-pussy strokes shattering her. "A man gave me my first 
fuck-cum-fun when he raped me in a Portland alley-then I got it from some 
kids in school-then my daddy took over my fuck-needs-then I married 
Phil-but, you're the best fuck I've ever had," Dora gasped, snuggling her 
pussy against the base of his cock as he unloaded a hot load of jizz deep in 
her crawly cunt. 

They traded the lone beer back and forth, with his cock still soaking in her 
pussy. Then they broke their union and slipped inside. While he sipped a 
beer, she worked naked in the kitchen, making sandwiches. After they had 
eaten, she pushed him back on the daveno and knelt between his legs. 

"I got your poor pecker all red," she made baby talk as she lifted it 
delicately with the tips of the fingers of both hands "Poooooooooorrrrrrr, 
abused peter," she clucked her tongue. "Is your pooooooooor, 
cock-a-doodle-doo sore, Nicky? I know, I'll kiss it and make it well." 

Her tone changed instantly to triumph, "Then I'll suck and chew on it and 
swallow it and make it all red again." She caught the head between her lips, 
sighed, tongue-loving the big head. "Come on," she mumbled around a mouthful 
of his sex-meat. 

She kept his cock in her mouth, walking like a deformed creature before him. 
"Let's go to my bedroom," she blubbled. Only when they reached her bed, did 
she break the connection. Quickly, she clambered to the middle of the bed on 
all-fours. 

"Hurry," she panted, "get behind me. Let me get my head up against the 
headboard so I can't get away from you." She watched as he crawled on her, 
hid cock waggling. She reached up under her for it and set the head against 
her anus. 

"You'll have to press and push real hard to make it go in me," she panted. 
"If I yell or anything, don't mind it; just keep pushing 'til you get your 
nice big prick all the way in my asshole." 

Her face screwed up and she strained to relax her back hole. "Push, Nick," 
she gasped, huddling her body back against the headboard. 
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh," she squalled raggedly as he humped, 
violating her ass. The knob crowded into her rectum and her back bowed and 
straightened as he ground his meat into her hot, tight passage. 

"It's going, isn't it, Nicky?" Dora moaned. "You're getting your big, hard 
cock in my butt hole, aren't you? Oooh, it's starting to feel good now. Push 
in more and more and more 'til I have all your prick stuffed up my butt." 

She bit her tongue and her lower lip to choke off cries of pain and lust. 
"Shove it in me-don't stop pushing your cock in me," she gasped, toes 
curling, fingers tangled in her hair. 

"Push your cock as hard as you can; hunch your hips and make my asshole take 
your magnificent cock," she hummed, feeling bloated in the back hole. 

"You have all-or most-of your prick in me now. 

Start cornholing me," Dora panted, rotating her bare bottom slowly. "Start 
fucking me in the ass and the rest of your prick will go my butt. I'm 
starting to really like it, Nick, fuck the prick to my ass." 

She thrust her exposed, offered bottom back to his inward lunges. "Getting 
cornholed with a huge prick makes me feel so dreamy," she crooned, pushing 
her fingers into her belly, trying to feel the shape of his pistoning prick 
into her guts. 

"I might go to sleep with you fucking your cock off in my ass, but don't let 
that stop you," she murmured. "Just go right ahead and cornhole my sweet, 
tight little asshole. 

"And when you do come, just roll us over together on our sides. Keep your 
spurting prick in my ass and hold my titties. And leave it up me and we'll 
take a nap. And when we wake up, we'll be all ready; you'll have your prick 
in me and if it's soft, my butt will make it hard and we can just start 
right in again-asshole fucking and cornholing. 

"Ooooooohhhh, sweet, wonderful fucking cock in my butt hole," she cooed ever 
so softly as Nick curled his arms around her waist and found her pussy with 
his fingers. His prick moved hot and smooth and snug in her ass. 

"Fuck my hot ass all afternoon and night," Dora whined. "Never stop your 
deep cornholing my loving butt hole." 


THE END
