A Woman For Boys
by Richard Dulton


BOY HUNGRY 

"Ah! that feels so warm and tight!" Stan gasped, and I could almost picture 
Judith's mouth moving up and down, up and down over his swollen staff. 

There sounded the harsher, more erotic tones that issued from Judith's 
clogged throat, then there came a new heady exclamation from the boy. 

"Oh, Christ, I never dreamed it could feel so good," he whimpered. 

His voice was tight with emotion. It hadn't been that way when I had first 
seduced him, that short time ago when I was the woman who broke him in. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Is this the way you wanted the hose, Mrs. Parker?" young Stan Howard asked, 
as he draped the garden hose over the side of the swimming pool he'd just 
cleaned out. 

"Yes, that will be just fine, Stan," I said, as my eyes moved over those 
bare shoulders of his that were so well tanned. My mouth started watering. 

"How long will it take the pool to fill?" Stan asked, as he turned away from 
the pool and walked towards where I was standing on the back steps of my 
home. 

"Oh, about four hours should do it," I said, letting my eyes drop to his 
thick thighs and making a note of the very thick hair covering those 
muscular thighs. 

"Is there anything I can do while we wait for the pool to fill, Mrs. 
Parker?" the innocent boy asked, with no idea that he was the fly crawling 
right into the web of the big, black spider. 

"Well, I was thinking it's time you came into the house and had a nice cold 
glass of Coke," I said, unable to keep my eyes off the narrow crotch of his 
brief shorts. 

"You don't really have to go to all that trouble," he said, and I took a 
deep breath when he didn't reach for the shirt he'd worn early that morning 
and slip into it, the way he might have. 

I knew it was just an old shirt he wore around home and yet it did have a 
way of covering up most of his trunks. The thing I really didn't like was 
the way that shirt came down just far enough to cover the crotch of his 
trunks. A young man with his kind of build had no business covering up his 
body, not at all! 

I was wearing my new swimming suit and had been thrilled several times when 
I'd caught his eyes moving up and down my legs and thighs. He was sixteen 
years old, I knew, but even so, some boys of that age started to get 
interested in girls. Each time he'd become aware of the fact I knew he was 
looking at my legs and thighs, or at my body, he'd very quickly look 
somewhere else. 

I didn't move from the spot where I stood as he walked up the rear steps. He 
just couldn't keep the back of his one hand from brushing my bare thigh so 
lightly, it sent cold chills running up and down my spine. 

"Be a gentleman and open the door for me," I said in a very low voice. 

You should have seen the funny way he looked at me when the feel of his hand 
brushing my bare thigh didn't seem to bother me in the least. Before he 
could reach the door, we stood facing each other so that his eyes were 
naturally drawn to the narrow halter of my brief bathing suit. 

I was breathing pretty hard myself at that moment so, of course, those big, 
ripe tits of mine were rising and falling quickly, beneath my brief halter. 
I knew the boy could see the inner slopes of my tits' creamy white mounds, 
for my halter didn't really do much more than cover my brownish colored 
nipples. I was also aware of the fact that my breathing so deeply made the 
valley between my big ripe tits seem even deeper than it was. 

"Well?" I asked and smiled at him, as I let one of my hands touch his thigh 
very lightly. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he gasped and reached for the door very 
quickly. 

I know it was a mean trick to pull on the poor lamb but I just had to move 
so that my thigh brushed his. You never saw the color drain from a boy's 
cheeks so fast in your whole life. He was scared to death and if I hadn't 
been standing right behind him, blocking his chance, I'm sure he'd have 
turned and went running for home. 

"You have very good thighs," I said in that soft, deep voice of mine as I 
leaned forward to brush his ear lightly with my lips. 

He tried to say something, but no words would come. He was as frightened as 
a sweet young girl would have been to find herself in a car on a lonely road 
and learning the big, good-looking man who'd given her a ride, planned on 
having a little fun with her. It was the kind of fear that could leave deep 
marks on the mind of such a lovely young girl for the rest of her life. 

Poor Stan could do nothing but open the rear door and walk into my kitchen. 
I could hear his deep breathing and see the little beads of sweat break out 
on his bare shoulders, proving that he was all tied up inside with knots of 
fear as I followed him into the kitchen. Perhaps I should have felt pity for 
the boy, but that good-looking man had felt no pity for me. My cries of fear 
and pain only seemed to have aroused him that much more. 

"You just sit down over there at the table, darling," I said and gave Stan a 
pat on his ass. "I'll get both of us a bottle of Coke, or perhaps you'd like 
something just a little stronger." 

"A Coke will be fine," Stan said, moving to sit down at the kitchen table, 
his forehead covered with beads of sweat while his hands were shaking. 

I took two bottles from the icebox along with a tray of ice cubes. Moving to 
the sink, I turned two glasses right side up and started fooling with the 
tray of ice cubes. Oh, what I had in mind was another one of those real 
dirty tricks, the boy being so young, but it had to be. I just had to get 
Stan so aroused he wouldn't be able to control himself and then I'd have 
things all my way. 

"Could you come here and give me a hand with this?" I asked, turning to 
favor the boy with a wide grin. 

Of course he got to his feet and walked over to where I was with the tray of 
ice cubes. What the hell else could he have done with my being so fucking 
nice to him and all. Oh, I'd learned all there could be learned when it came 
to handling young boys of that age. As long as you got them to think they 
were actually making all those first important moves and getting away with 
them, you were all right. Just let them learn they were being taken for the 
big ride and they'd run for the hills. 

Stan was getting a little bolder by the time he'd taken that ice tray from 
my hands and shown me how simple it was to release the cubes from it. When I 
moved so that our bare thighs were against each other, he didn't suddenly 
try pulling back away from me the way he would have such a few short hours 
before. 

When I moved so that the scantily clad mound of my right tit brushed his 
arm, he did move away but that was to be expected. He wasn't too sure just 
how far he could go before I'd slap him down for being so fresh. 

I poured two Cokes into the two glasses I'd turned upright and dropped an 
ice cube into each of them. I handed one of those glasses to Stan and took 
the other myself. I clicked the edge of my glass against the glass he held 
and we each took a long sip. 

"It's much cooler in the living room," I said very softly, as I slipped my 
arm under his and lead the way down the little hall into the living room. 

"Man! this is real cool," Stan said, as we moved into the big room that was 
done in a light orange. 

"My husband thought I'd lost my mind and got a television set for his den, 
so he wouldn't have to sit here in this real way-out room to watch his old 
ball games," I informed the boy, but I was actually just talking so he 
wouldn't notice the way we were moving towards the long, low sofa which ran 
the full length of the northeast wall. 

"Well, it is kind of a little different," Stan said and got busy taking a 
long drink. 

I dropped down onto the sofa and patted the cushion next to where I was 
sitting. Stan stood there for a moment looking down at my bare legs and 
thighs while tapping the rim of his glass against his upper lip. I could see 
he'd liked the feel of my thigh against his and would have bet he was 
wondering how it would feel to run his hand up and down one of them just 
once or twice. 

"Sit down, darling," I cooed and reached up to pat his thigh very lightly. 

At last he seemed to decide there wasn't really very much he could do but 
sit down next to me. Maybe he was even thinking he might be able to sit 
close enough so that our thighs would gently brush one another. 

"Hey! it's real soft," he said in a surprised tone of voice, as he sat down 
so close, that not only our thighs but our hips were brushing lightly 
against each other. 

"Of course it's soft, darling," I cooed and put my arm up over the top of 
the sofa so that it would lightly brush those fine, muscular shoulders of 
his. 

The poor boy was so shaken up he took almost all of what Coke there happened 
to be left in his glass, in one long swallow. I took a good, healthy sip of 
my own drink, for I, too, was starting to feel those little beads of sweat 
breaking out on my bare shoulders and under the tight fitting cups of my 
brief halter, as was always the case whenever I was seducing a young, 
good-looking boy like Stan. 

"You got real nice legs, Mrs. Parker," the poor boy said and while he was 
speaking he'd lowered his head so I knew how much it spooked him to tell an 
older woman, such as myself, a thing like that. 

"Why that's very nice of you, darling," I cooed, leaning closer to him so 
that he'd feel the warmth of my breath on his ear. 

"I didn't want you to think I was being fresh or anything like that," he 
stammered, while his one hand found my soft thigh as though it had a mind of 
its own. 

"Now how could I get such a crazy idea when you've been a perfect young 
gentleman?" I cooed and hoped that wasn't one sure way of cooling him off, 
as his friends would have put it. 

"Ah, now you're teasing me," he said and swallowed a lump I was sure wasn't 
even there in his dry throat. 

"You've got a nice soft hand," I said and moved my thigh so that his hand 
just had to move up and down over my soft flesh. 

I could see the way he was watching my halter rise and fall with each breath 
I took. Grinning, I started taking much deeper breaths so he'd really see 
how my big tits could rise and fall. If he wasn't getting the right kind of 
message from my actions, he could blame only himself. 

"I haven't done a lot of hard work like your husband," he said and his 
cheeks were flushed once again. "I've seen how hard, and rough your 
husband's big hands are." 

"Well, you don't have to worry about those big hands of his, darling," I 
cooed. "We've been married a long time now, so he doesn't run those hard, 
rough hands of his up and down my legs and thighs anymore." 

"Gee! if I were married to a woman who had such really tough-looking legs 
and thighs, I'd never be able to keep my hands off them," he said, while his 
hand moved clear down to my knee, and then back up to the hem of my bathing 
suit's briefs. 

Oh, that slim hand moving so gently over the soft flesh of my thigh felt 
real good. He really hadn't needed to tell me how nice he thought my legs 
and thighs were. I'd known what he thought by the way he'd been looking at 
them, by the way he touched them. 

"Mmm, those little things with wings are sure flying around like crazy way 
down in my stomach," I cooed, removing my arm from the back of the sofa and 
leaning forward so I might slide my hand down my back to find the thin strap 
of my halter and unhook it. 

"What are you doing?" he asked and while I couldn't see his eyes, I'd have 
bet they'd grown to nearly twice their normal size. 

"It's getting awfully warm in here," I said, as I sat back to pull my halter 
away from those big tits of mine so their cherry colored nipples might feel 
the cool air. 

"Man! ain't none of the girls at school got tits as big as you have, Mrs. 
Parker," he said and I hoped he couldn't see how really surprised I was to 
learn that he'd had a chance to see the tits of the girls at school. 

Oh, I was in touch with the younger crowd enough to know things had changed 
since my school days. I'd gone to school way back during the dark ages, one 
boy had informed me, one time when I'd mentioned my school days. He could 
have been right, I guess, for in those days boys hadn't shown too much 
interest in girls until their second or third year of high school. After 
that, they'd seemed to really grow up. 

"You mean the young ladies at school let you look at their tits?" I asked, 
wondering if he'd get up nerve enough to reach up and touch one of my big 
tits with his fingers without my saying something or taking hold of his 
wrist and putting them against my nipples. 

"Oh, they don't know anything about it," he said and winked at me. "At least 
they don't let on if they do." 

"I have a feeling you've lost me somewhere along the line," I confessed. 

"The boy's shower room and the girl's shower room are side by side with only 
a thin wall between them," he explained, unable to take his eyes off my 
naked breast or to stop his hand from moving ever so slowly up and down over 
the soft, warm flesh of my thigh. "Some of the older guys went to the 
trouble of cutting little peepholes in the wall so they would have a chance 
to watch the girls take their showers." 

"Oh, and you've naturally taken a look through one of those holes," I said 
and felt a shiver run the full length of my spine when his fingertips very, 
very lightly moved over the narrow, tight crotch of my bathing suit briefs. 

"Well, you wouldn't want the rest of the guys to call me chicken, would 
you?" he asked and almost pulled his head back out of reach when I went to 
place my hand lightly on the back of his neck. 

"You could never be called chicken, not by anybody," I cooed and knew it was 
just another way of pulling one of those dirty little tricks of mine, so 
he'd find it impossible not to do what I desired. 

"It's about the best way of getting laughed at," he said and I knew just 
what he meant. 

There had been that ride home, I'd honestly thought, with that nice man. The 
drive way out into the country and being parked on one of those narrow, 
little used dirt roads. There had been that hot mouth covering mine, those 
hot, silkish hands moving up along my thighs, up under my skirt. There had 
been, too, that knot of fear in my stomach when those hands so roughly tore 
the crotch of my brief panties. 

Oh, it had happened long ago and I knew it would be best to forget it. It 
had just happened and there was nothing anybody could do about it. I'd been 
too ashamed of being such a stupid little fool to have run right home and 
told my parents. I'd just bottled it up inside myself and tried to act like 
nothing at all had happened. 

"Some of the older girls have so much hair between their legs you can't see 
anything but hair," Stan said and I was brought back out of the past by the 
sound of his voice. 

"It's too bad you don't happen to have a sister so you'd have a chance to 
learn more about how girls really think and feel when it comes to having 
boys look them over real good with their eyes," I told Stan, feeling those 
fingers of his pressing a little more firmly against the narrow crotch of my 
bathing suit briefs. 

"I'd sure like to have that sweet little Nina Hubbard for a sister," he said 
and I discovered he'd been much more than just a little interested in girls. 
"Man! I seen her and her brother, Troy, sitting on their front porch swing 
while his hand was moving up and down her slim thighs." 

"Nina can't be more than eleven," I said and smiled, for like Stan had said, 
the Hubbard children were very, very close, which was something everybody in 
the neighborhood had known for a long time. 

I'd seen those two lovely youngsters in the backyard of the Hubbard home and 
noticed the boy hadn't been the least bit ashamed of putting his arm around 
the slim waist of his lovely kid sister. I'd never seen the two of them 
walking down the public sidewalk holding hands, but it wouldn't have 
surprised me a great deal. Being their next-door neighbor, I had seen much 
more than the rest of their neighbors. 

"Would you feel better in the den?" I asked Stan, for it was soon going to 
feel very odd being stark naked there in my living room with those big front 
windows. 

"You'd feel better, wouldn't you?" Stan asked and he was thinking way beyond 
those young and tender years of his. 

"You're so very thoughtful, the girl who marries you is going to be lucky, 
darling," I cooed, as I got to my feet and moved towards the den, dragging 
my halter along in my wake by one thin strap. 

Stan walked along right at my side and I was aware of his eyes watching my 
swaying tits. Oh, when you have to wear a size 40-D bra to hold your big 
tits in, they really sway when you walk once you remove either your bra or 
halter. In case the nipples of your tits happen to be nearly the size of 
nickels, like mine were, then those creamy white mounds of flesh beneath 
them really seem to almost be rolling. 

When we reached the door of the den I stepped to one side so Stan might be 
the gentleman and open the door. When my full, ripe tit brushed his arm and 
sent cold chills up and down my spine, that was just an added thrill. 
Perhaps the boy had gotten up nerve enough to touch those nipples of mine 
with his fingertips, but there was no doubt in my mind as to what he would 
do just once we were in the den. 

My husband had fixed that den so that it looked as though no woman had ever 
stepped into it. Actually I never had when he was around. That was his 
little palace and I stayed out of it. When he was working during the day and 
I had a good-looking young man in the house, it was the perfect place to 
make that young man feel relaxed and at home. 

"Hey! real cool!" Stan said, glancing up at the stuffed bear's head which 
hung above the fireplace. 

"John does a lot of hunting," I explained to the boy and patted his bare 
thigh in a manner that let him know he had the right to use those hands of 
his on my legs and thighs in any manner he desired. 

"It's nice and cool in here, too," he said and I'll be damned if he didn't 
actually give me a swat on my ass. 

"I think we'll just close this door and keep it that way," I said and felt 
his hand move up over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh. 

Oh, I had the darling boy aroused all right. Of that I would have bet good, 
hard cash and I'm not the betting kind. Well, at least he was going to be 
well trained in the game of sex, so that when his desires became fully 
aroused he wouldn't ever have to hurt some sweet young girl. 

I knew how mean and cruel a man could be with some poor girl once his sexual 
desires were fully aroused. While he might not be fully to blame for his 
actions at such a time, the man did leave a deep scar on the young woman he 
took in such a beastly manner. I'd been the victim of such a man and saw it 
as my duty to teach all the young men I came into contact with, the 
difference between making love to a young girl and the act of assaulting her 
just to relieve their own sexual demands. 

Stan was such a sweet and gentle young man, the idea of his ever forcing 
himself upon some poor, unwilling girl because he could not control his 
sexual demands, pained me. Before I let him walk out of that den he'd know 
there were many ways of getting his sexual thrills from a seemingly 
unwilling young woman without resorting to violence. "I'll bet those tits 
feel real nice, Mrs. Parker," Stan said and reached up to gently touch the 
creamy white mound of my full, ripe left tit. 

Talk about reaching out and touching a live wire with your fingertip. Man! 
that couldn't have sent any more shock waves shooting up and down the length 
of my spine. Those fingers just poked at the creamy white mound of my tit 
several times, so the boy really left me no choice. 

The poor boy just couldn't seem to work up nerve enough to cup that full, 
creamy white mound of my king-size tit in the palm of his soft hand. So 
there seemed to be but one thing for me to do. I caught his wrist in my left 
hand and forced him to cover the full mound of my left tit with the palm of 
his hand. 

"Oh, man it's not really so soft!" the boy gasped and I knew he was 
surprised to learn how hard and firm the soft creamy flesh around the base 
of my nipple had grown, as my desire for his loving grew stronger and 
stronger. 

"Were you really so afraid you'd crush it if you covered it with your whole 
hand, darling?" I asked, while I reached down to strip the briefs of my 
bathing suit down over my full hips and thighs to let him have a look at the 
thick mass of pubic curls covering my pubic mound. 

"Gee! I never saw so much hair there and I can still see the flesh beneath 
it!" Stan gasped and I noticed how full the crotch of his trunks had become, 
giving me all the proof I needed that he was as well hung as I'd figured. 

"There is one very important fact you have to remember young man," I said 
and moved so my pubic curls were gently brushing against the flesh of his 
thigh and watched the way those muscles beneath the flesh of his broad, bare 
chest started to ripple as his breathing became deeper. 

"I have to remember that you're a fully grown woman and not a young girl of 
my own age," the boy said and he had lifted his one foot slightly from the 
floor so he might press his one knee much more firmly against my pubic mound 
and get the real feel of it. 

"Now you must never start thinking girls your own age are foolish, darling," 
I cooed and locked my arms around his waist so my other full, ripe tit was 
pressed firmly against one of his nipples. 

"I'd feel real funny about being with one of them if she were to take off 
all her clothes," he said. 

"Of course you would, darling," I cooed. "That's the way it should be since 
you don't know anything about sex and would only wind up hurting the poor 
girl or leaving her feeling she had failed you, which is the worst thing in 
the world that can happen to a young girl." 

"I don't think I understand!" the boy gasped when my desires reached such a 
high peak that he could feel the heat from deep within my love channel 
against the flesh of his knee. 

"You will when the time comes," I cooed, letting my hands move down along 
his back to the waistband of his trunks and starting to work them down over 
his slender ass. 

"You're going to take my trunks off?" the boy asked and I knew it was going 
to be a full afternoon job teaching him everything he needed to know about 
sex so badly, being so well built, so good looking. 

"Now you wouldn't wish for this to be a totally one-sided affair?" I cooed 
and felt his cock leap free to gently brush the flesh of my inner thigh. 

"Well, I guess you're right," he said, slipping his arms around my slim 
waist and pulling my body firmly against his, so his nipples were rubbing 
against mine. 

You know it's strange but I'd honestly never noticed the fact that we were 
both the same height. We stood shoulder to shoulder, I guess, you'd say, our 
nipples, our stomachs, and our thighs came gently against one another. If he 
thought he was feeling real shock waves shooting through that muscular body 
of his, I could have explained a few things that would have changed his 
mind. 

His trunks had slipped down along those full thighs of his, down along his 
legs to drop in a heap around his slim ankles. When he started shifting his 
weight from one foot to the other in an effort to get his feet free of his 
trunks, his long, hard cock started moving up and down along my inner thigh. 

Of course I reached my first good orgasm of two days with his body and cock 
moving against mine like it was. I was only hoping Stan could keep from 
spurting his good, hot cock juice all over the soft flesh of my thighs. That 
would have been a pure waste of good cock juice. 

"Have you ever fucked or sucked a female?" I asked the boy, and once again 
felt those slight pangs of fear which I always felt when I discovered the 
young man being seduced there in my husband's den was a real, live virgin. 

That fear, of course, was the fear of hurting the boy, leaving a scar upon 
his mind that he'd never be able to erase. The same kind of scar that had 
been left on the mind of Marion Johns Parker so many years before, when 
she'd foolishly let that nice man give her a ride home one night. 

"There's even a cot here in the den to lie down on," Stan said and his lips 
actually brushed my ear while he spoke. 

"My husband likes to lie down on Saturday afternoon and take a little nap 
for himself," I explained and took two steps backwards towards the cot so 
I'd have a chance to work my feet free of my bathing suit briefs and let the 
boy know I'd move to the cot if he wished. 

"You'd like to lie down, wouldn't you?" the boy asked and in a way it was a 
little funny, for he'd started playing the same kind of little tricks on me 
I'd been playing on him all morning long. 

"Yes, darling," I cooed and he let go of me so that I might move to the cot 
and stretch out upon it. 

When I was lying spread-eagle on the cot, those thighs of mine were as taut 
as two tightly drawn wires. Stan moved to the side of the cot where he stood 
looking down at my thick patch of pubic curls. 

"Take it slow and easy, darling," I cooed. "It'll take that pool a long, 
long time to fill the way it should be filled. That'll give us all the time 
we need to do things just right this very first time, so that we both get 
the full and complete enjoyment from this that two people should." 

"I don't think I always understand what you're trying to tell me, Mrs. 
Parker," the boy said, while his one hand went down to my thigh and started 
moving very slowly, very gently up and down over its soft, warm flesh. 

"You will in time, darling," I cooed. "Just do whatever you choose and if 
you get too rough or carried away, I promise to let you know." 

"I'm glad of that, Mrs. Parker," he said, while the edge of his hand was 
gently brushed by that thick mass of my pubic curls. 

Oh, what a warm-hearted, gentle young man he was. It was at times when I was 
with a young man such as himself that I was glad I'd decided to become sort 
of the neighborhood den mother and really train all the young men in our 
neighborhood in the one subject so many of them had had no training 
whatsoever. 

CHAPTER TWO 

"Man! is this flesh ever soft!" Stan exclaimed, when those fingers of his 
hand were moving through the thick patch of my pubic curls to gently stroke 
the flesh of my mound. 

"It's soft with love, darling," I cooed and knew how very much it sounded 
like a line from one of those very cheap, very poorly made movies "It's a 
whole lot warmer than I expected it to be," the boy said and those fingers 
of his were moving through my pubic hair so very gently. 

"It's the desire I feel for you that makes all that heat, darling," I cooed 
and had I talked like that to my husband, he'd have thought I'd lost my mind 
completely. 

"I never guessed a woman's flesh would feel like this," Stan informed me 
while his other hand moved lightly over my lower stomach which, of course, 
was already churning around, and around. 

I didn't try to say anything while those fingertips moved so lightly over my 
soft, moist flesh. I knew how fully aroused I was and that my voice would 
hardly sound at all normal. Trying to talk to the boy when I was so aroused, 
could very well scare him a little. He just might get the wild idea that he 
was hurting me or doing something to me he shouldn't do and that was the 
last thing I wanted. 

The fingers of his one hand flicked lightly over my navel and a whole new 
series of thrills shot all along my spine when he did that. He'd have had a 
hard time jolting the whole of my being any more, had he been totally aware 
of what he was doing. 

"You're lying so still," he said and his one hand was moving down my thigh 
towards my knee again. 

"I want you to do just what you wish!" I managed to gasp, for he'd have 
gotten even worse ideas, just maybe, if I hadn't spoken to him at that 
point. 

"I never touched a woman's thighs before," he said and his hand moved slowly 
back up my inner thigh. 

"Why don't you kiss them?" I asked and put my hand lightly on the back of 
his head. 

I didn't push his face down closer to my spreadeagle thighs, though that 
wouldn't have been hard to manage. No! if he was ready and willing to kiss 
and lick the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs, he'd do it with no help 
from me. I couldn't see any harm at all in letting him know he wasn't going 
to get slapped good, should he do just that. You had to make sure you didn't 
force these young boys into doing anything they didn't wish to. At the same 
time you had to make sure they knew that you were with them all the way and 
weren't suddenly going to turn into some kind of a monster because they went 
too far. All a boy like Stan actually knew was what he'd heard from the 
older boys around those locker rooms at school. If he hadn't told me about 
those peepholes, I wouldn't have been so worried about all the false 
information he'd picked up at school. 

I could have been wrong, but those peepholes cut into the walls at school 
proved but one thing to me. Those older boys were out to impress the younger 
group of boys with all they knew about the facts of life. The younger boys, 
of course, were taking their word that things were just the way they said 
and asking no questions. 

Well, Stan wasn't going to have to be taking the word of those older boys. 
He was going to know firsthand what it was like when two people became fully 
aroused sexually and gave each other such great pleasure. 

"Man! I cannot get over the size of your tits," the boy said and once again 
he had cupped my big tits in the palms of his hands so he might feel their 
full weight. 

"I'm kind of proud of those two beauties myself," I said and giggled softly. 

"It's no surprise to hear you say that since you'd be a damn fool not to be 
proud of them," Stan said and the swollen proof of his manhood brushed my 
thigh. 

"You know you've got something there you should be real proud of, lover," I 
cooed. 

"I really don't know if it'll do the job a woman like you expects of it," 
Stan replied and I knew the" boy's head had really been filled with a whole 
lot of truths and half-truths by those older boys at school. 

It was too damn bad something couldn't be done about that, but I'd lived 
long enough and learned, I'd hoped, that there were those things which just 
couldn't be changed, no matter how much you might wish they could be. Having 
so much false information was the one thing which kept getting so many good 
people into all kinds of trouble. 

Well, I was going to see to it that Stan became one young man who would know 
all the facts. The kind of facts about sex he could only learn by 
discovering what a joy sex could be only when both parties fully agreed it 
was what they wanted to do. When it became strictly one-sided either way, as 
it so often did in marriages, it just wasn't any good any more. 

"I think this cot will hold the two of us, darling," I cooed and moved so my 
hips were brushing the wall. 

Man! I'm going to be lying in bed naked with a real live, naked woman at my 
side!" Stan said and I knew he wasn't even giving any thought to what would 
be happening between us while we were lying there on that narrow cot. 

Oh, if my husband ever walked into his den on a week-day afternoon and 
learned what use his private palace was being put to! I can tell you, here 
and now, there would be all kinds of pure hell to pay. That husband of mine 
was a real nice guy until somebody really crossed him the wrong way once. 
After that they found out what a wild temper he had. 

I'd gotten real sloshed at a big party one night and he'd really laid down 
the law to me once we'd gotten home. If he were to learn of the number of 
young teen-age boys I'd sexually seduced right in his own private den, I was 
afraid of what he might do. 

"It's all right to take a few drinks at a party, I do it myself," my husband 
had said after I'd gotten stinko on him that night. "You don't have to 
overdo it so that you don't even know what the fuck you're doing, bitch." 

His calling me bitch had been the real key as to how mad he'd really been. 
Oh, like all men, he knew all of those four-letter words like fuck, suck, 
cunt, cock, and bitch, but he was too much of a gentleman to go around using 
them. Not even when we were in bed together making love, did he resort to 
using those four-letter words the way most of those young teen-age boys did, 
once they were fully aroused and we were going strong. 

"At least I don't go into taverns all by myself and just sit around drinking 
the way some broads do!" I'd snapped back, even though I should have learned 
he wasn't a man you could argue with once he was so mad. 

"What the hell is so wrong with that if they know how many drinks they can 
handle and don't spend their time trying to pick up every guy in the place?" 
he'd asked and slapped me around just a little. 

I'd been slapped around a few times in the past and always forgiven him and 
his fit of anger. Later, when he'd cooled off, he'd be so sorry he'd slapped 
me around while in the heat of anger, that he'd be as gentle with me as he 
would have been with a small, frail child. 

Even while these memories of my husband were passing through my mind, Stan 
was lying on the narrow cot at my side. Those soft, smooth hands of his 
moved over my body so very tenderly they had every nerve in my body as fully 
aroused as it could have become. No older, more worldly man, would have been 
so very, very gentle. It was something I'd learned long ago. 

"Oh, you're doing such wonderful things to me, darling," I cooed into his 
ear and his own breathing seemed to have become so very deep that he might 
well have just raced around a hundred-yard track in record time. 

When a young man was with a woman and breathing like that, it didn't mean 
he'd been running like mad at all. What it did mean was that he was so fully 
aroused sexually he'd do anything she wished him to. It was the same way 
with older men, of course, except they had a way of thinking they had to 
make all of those first moves and let the woman they were with know what 
real men they were. 

"I do wish I was much closer to your age, darling," I cooed, since the boy 
wasn't talking. 

No, Stan wasn't talking, or even thinking about doing any talking. His every 
thought was on those soft, smooth hands of his which moved so slowly, so 
gently over every inch of my taut body. Oh, once our bodies became a part of 
each other, he was really going to be awakened to a whole new world. 

"If you were to roll over onto your side, there would be a little more room 
on this narrow cot, darling," I cooed, once more resorting to one of those 
dirty little tricks of mine to get the boy to do what I wished, even though 
he could hardly have been aware of it. 

So far, the boy had discovered only what a woman looked and felt like when 
she was naked. His next lesson was going to awaken him to the thrills a 
female body could give his body when those two became locked together and 
started thrusting about in the heat of burning passion. A burning passion 
that would be centered in their loins and move all through the whole of 
their very being. 

"Hey! your thighs feel kind of sweaty!" Stan exclaimed when he'd rolled over 
onto his side and one of his hands had gone down to gently stroke the soft 
flesh of my inner left thigh once again. 

Now he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know to be a fact. When a 
woman becomes as sexually aroused as I'd become, she feels that way along 
her inner thighs even without reaching a full orgasm. Later the boy was 
going to learn what he could really do to a woman when she was as fully 
aroused as he was. 

I was sure that once any young man learned that, he'd understand that he 
should never ever force himself upon an unwilling woman or girl. Once he'd 
also learned how very, very easy it was to get a woman or girl aroused 
enough to become his willing sexual partner he'd no longer have any need to 
resort to violence of any kind. 

"Would you like to kiss my thighs, darling?" I asked, keeping my voice as 
low as possible, for like every mature woman, I'd learned that was how a 
female voice actually sounded its very sexy best. 

There has never been anything found like the sound of a low female voice, 
for turning a man on all the way. Oh, I know there happen to be all kinds of 
so-called aids on the market which claim to help women do just that, but 
when you come right down to it, it's the sound of a sexy female voice which 
does the trick best. 

Stan managed to move around on the cot with much more ease than I was sure 
he'd thought he'd have. It really wasn't so very narrow, you know. It just 
happened to look so much narrower up against the wall, than it actually was. 

When the tip of the boy's tongue first touched that soft, warm flesh of my 
inner thigh, my breathing really started to get labored. I could feel those 
muscles way down inside of my stomach starting to grow nice and taut while 
every nerve end throughout the rest of my body seemed to come alive and 
start jerking under my flesh. 

"Oh, that's it, darling," I cooed and reached up above my head to get a real 
grip on the two corner post to which the cot was fastened. 

I spread my lush thighs wider and wider, for the boy had moved way down on 
the cot so he might first start licking the soft flesh of my thighs just 
above my knees. The way the tip of his tongue just barely flicked over the 
smooth flesh of my inner thighs, one could have gotten the impression that 
he'd done it many times before. Oh, I knew that was not the case at all, but 
anyone who didn't know those virginal young men as well as I'd come to know 
them, wouldn't have been so sure. 

Unless you've watched a mother kitten lick her babies, you wouldn't know 
what I'm talking about. Once you have seen a mother kitten with her very 
first-born litter of kittens, you'd understand me completely. That mother 
cat has never licked a baby kitten before with the tip of her tongue and yet 
she goes at it as though it were something she'd been doing all of her life. 

I've often watched animals as well as I've watched those very young virginal 
boys I seduce. Mother nature seems to have given them something they just 
couldn't have learned anywhere in the world. It's kind of a sense, if you 
will. 

Oh, maybe you don't really give a hoot about my crazy thoughts! You want to 
know how it was being sucked and fucked by those virginal young men, so I 
guess that if I'm going to bare my soul to "you so completely you'll just 
have to put up with it when I get to wandering a little. 

"Oh, ah!" I gasped gripping those two posts holding the cot more firmly, for 
the tip of that tongue moving up, up, and up along my inner thigh, was 
working its wonders. Every nerve end in my body was screaming and it was 
nearly impossible not to actually scream myself. 

Man! that tongue felt like a living flame that was ever so lightly touching 
that soft flesh of mine. I don't think the burning red coal on the end of a 
cigarette could have felt any warmer. I'd once tried to talk my husband into 
licking the soft flesh of my inner thighs and he'd looked at me like he 
thought I'd really flipped my cork. 

"You've been reading too many of those crazy books and wild magazine 
stories," he'd said, shaking his head. 

Oh, if the fool would only try some of the things I'd been almost begging 
him to try. I'm so sure our marriage could have taken on a whole new meaning 
had he not been such a stuffed shirt when it came to sex. 

"Ah, eek!" I cried out as that tongue found a passage, my slit, to the 
center of my passion pit beneath that mass of pubic curls and flickered 
along the length of it just as lightly as it had over the flesh of my 
thighs. 

I was no longer afraid of scaring the boy off by letting out a startled cry 
such as that one. He'd tasted the real female flesh, gotten himself a whiff 
of that aroma and nothing could have kept him from wanting more, more, and 
more of what he'd surely discovered was the most delightful thing he'd ever 
known in his whole life. 

Ah, it was working its way inside. It was going down, down, and down! It was 
twisting this way and that way, it was raising three different kinds of 
hell. It was so smooth, so soft, and just warm enough to light all those 
smoldering embers deep within the heart of my being. 

There was only one thing that could have felt better. I knew that was coming 
though. It was coming much sooner than the boy was aware of it, as that 
tongue of his twisted and turned within my cunt, my canyon of passion. Oh, 
yes, the boy was going to fuck-do me all right before he got off that cot. 

He made me reach two good orgasms that shook my body from the top of my head 
to the tips of my toes. He jerked his head back sharply when that happened 
and looked at me in a strange way before lowering his head once again. Yes, 
once he had a taste of love juice, he wanted a little more, but since he was 
young, a little more was all he'd wanted. Unlike an older man, he hadn't 
tried to make a pig out of himself and drain me dry. 

That tongue of his was soon licking its way upward over my taut and churning 
stomach towards those big tits of mine. I could see the sweat standing out 
on his forehead in little beads and my nipples felt as though they just 
might burst at any moment. Oh, I gripped those posts holding that cot and 
thanked my husband for having brains enough to have fastened the thing to 
them so very, very well. 

Stan was moving up between my spread-eagle thighs and I could feel the 
hardness, fullness of his cock, as it brushed the soft flesh of my inner 
thigh ever so lightly, the same way the tip of his tongue had done earlier. 

I wanted to scream out at the boy! I wanted him to move a little faster and 
not take so fucking much time. I didn't scream at the boy, of course, for he 
was too young and too innocent to know what pure hell he was putting my 
whole being through at that moment. 

He'd been so very kind and gentle that screaming at him would have been an 
inhuman kind of thing to do. It was hardly his fault that he was being 
taught things he would never have been taught if I hadn't come into his life 
at the right time. If anybody was to blame, it was his parents for not 
having seen to it he knew the things all young men his age needed to know so 
much. 

His whole body was over mine, his manhood was right there almost on target 
to the entrance of my canyon of passion but not lined up for the smooth 
entrance that would make it so much better his first time around. I managed 
to let go of one of those posts and slipped my hand down between our hot, 
sweating bodies. I wrapped my fingers around the hard fullness of his cock's 
staff and guided the head of that tool of delight, into the entrance of my 
dripping cunt. 

"Oh, man!" he gasped when he felt what was happening to him and I let go of 
the second post in order to lock my arms firmly around his neck. 

"Now you're not going to try and pull away from me at the moment of the big 
happening," I cooed in his ear and knew he was hardly going to do a stupid 
thing like that. 

"I just don't know what to do next," he managed to say and his lips were so 
close to those taut nipples of mine, I could feel the warmth of his breath 
upon them when he spoke those words so softly. 

"Now just don't go worrying your head over such minor things as that," I 
cooed and lifted my feet from the cot so I might place my feet in the center 
of his buttocks and show him, in the only way I knew how, just what he 
should do next. 

Oh, you have to learn to be very clever when you set out to seduce these 
young, virginal teen-age boys and teach them the facts of life. Why, just 
listening to those young men talking so boldly while they stand around on 
some street corner, you could get the idea that there isn't anything in the 
world they don't already know about the subject of sex, from beginning to 
end. 

The first time I'd seduced a young man and learned how very little that boy 
actually knew about the facts of life, I'd been totally shocked. Nobody 
could have told me that he wouldn't have known just what to do for me once 
we were naked and stretched out on that cot. That was when I'd learned how 
so many lovely young girls got hurt the first time they were trapped in a 
parked car with one of those smooth-talking, good-looking young punks. 

So with my feet resting gently but firmly in the center of his buttocks, I 
showed Stan how to start rolling those hips of his. He gasped sharply when 
he felt his manhood starting to move up and down, around and around there 
inside my hot, moist canyon of passion. 

"Man!" he gasped and the tip of his tongue started ever so lightly over the 
taut nipple of my left tit while all that good, hard male fullness of his 
went in and out, in and out of my throbbing canyon of passion. 

"Ahh! Ohh!" I sang out as my first orgasm rocked the whole of my being in a 
way I hadn't really expected it to do so very quickly, but that was one of 
the real joys of doing it with such a young, virginal boy. 

You got so tied up inside, so fully aroused, that you had to reach more than 
one good orgasm. I guess it could have a whole lot to do with the way you 
were thinking, which actually assured you of such good orgasms so fucking 
often. All I knew was that each and every time I'd seduced one of those 
good-looking young men, it had paid off for me in a way it never had with my 
husband. 

"Wow!" Stan gasped and then his mouth found mine and our tongues were 
quickly engaged in heated battle while all of his male fullness, and 
hardness seemed to be expanding right there within my canyon of passion. 

Wham! Wham! 

The poor boy just hadn't been able to hold back that good love juice of his 
any longer. It spurted deep into the very depths of my cunt hole and I swear 
I could almost feel it clean to the top of my head. 

Oh, I know I couldn't really feel it clear to the top of my head, but it did 
feel that way. It was one of those really better times and I knew Stan and I 
were going to become very, very close. We'd talk and talk and I'd perhaps 
get a real good look into the mind of another handsome young teen-age boy 
while sexing it up good and often with him. 

"Still think girls are silly?" I asked jokingly, as the boy rolled onto his 
back and lay there breathing so deeply. 

"Man! those older cats at school just don't know what they're talking about 
when they start telling you all those things about being with girls and that 
whole line of crap," he said and took a deep breath. 

"What sort of things, darling?" I asked and watched the rise and fall of his 
bare chest and marveled at the way his muscles rippled with his deep 
breathing. 

"Ahh! you know," he said and I decided that was not the time to question him 
about all the crazy things those older boys had been telling him. 

No, it was much better to just lie there by his side knowing he'd been a 
real part of my being in the only way another human being could become a 
part of another human being. It had been a perfect union and it was going to 
happen again and again. 

Later there was going to be time for asking questions and getting answers. 
Later, there was going to be time for much more than just that. 

Oh, of that you could fucking bet on! 

CHAPTER THREE 

"My old man lets me have a beer when we go fishing, but if my mother knew 
I'd ever had a bottle of beer, even when I was with my old man, she'd flip," 
Stan informed me after we'd dressed and moved back into the kitchen to have 
a nice, cold beer. 

"I think your mother is worried about your getting into the habit of doing a 
lot of drinking," I replied and took a long pull from my can of beer. 

I didn't usually go for beer drinking too strongly, unless I was in a place 
where they had it on tap. I'd noticed that beer seemed to be more of a man's 
drink and figured the reason for that was the simple fact it was so very 
filling and fattening. 

"I like that blouse and those shorts," Stan said and his one hand just 
naturally went down under the table to find my thigh and start moving up and 
down over its soft, smooth flesh. 

"I have a feeling you're going to find yourself taking much notice of the 
type of clothing women are wearing from now on, young man," I said, watching 
Stan lift his can of beer to his mouth and take a good long pull on it just 
the way I'd done. 

"Isn't that a little strange?" he asked when he put his can of beer down on 
the table again. "I mean that I should only become interested in the type of 
clothing women wear after having seen one totally naked, or is it nude?" 

"Let's say that you've just become totally aware of women the way all males 
do sooner or later," I replied and smiled back at the boy. 

"Yeah! I sure have," Stan said and I could see that young mind of his was 
really doing a lot of deep thinking, if that's the way to put it? 

I sat there toying with my can of beer and feeling that soft, smooth hand of 
Stan's move slowly up and down my thigh, sending little thrills all along my 
spine. While the boy and I just sat there at the kitchen table with his hand 
moving up and down my soft thigh, I was thinking it was the most wonderful 
time during a relationship. 

Stan and I had been joined together on that narrow cot in the den. Our 
bodies had been a part of one another and we'd both gotten the very best 
from that union. We both knew that had only been the first time Stan would 
be on that cot with me while his cock was thrusting up and down, around and 
around within my canyon of passion. 

No, we didn't speak of those things while we sat there, for there was hardly 
a need to. It was just something we were both aware of, I was sure, and no 
foolish words were needed to express such deep feelings. 

I slipped my hand under the table, caught the boy's hand and guided it up 
along my thigh. Stan just sat toying with his beer and not even lifting his 
eyes in surprise as I moved his hand over the crotch of my shorts. I pressed 
the palm of his hand firmly against that soft material and knew he could 
feel the fullness, perhaps even the warmth of my mound through it. 

His tongue darted out and flicked lightly over his lips before he lifted his 
can of beer from the table. I watched Stan take a long pull on that can of 
beer and pressed the palm of his hand more firmly against the crotch of my 
shorts and my mound there beneath them. 

"I bet that pool is just about filled now, Mrs. Parker," Stan managed to 
say, though I'd have had to be both blind and stupid not to have seen how 
much trouble he was having just talking. 

"Yes," I said, feeling my own desires starting to awaken way down there in 
the depths of my canyon of passion once again while the nipples of my big 
tits started burning beneath the small cups of the bra I'd put on. 

Stan got to his feet quickly and being the perfect young gentleman he always 
was, moved behind my chair to help me get to mine. Oh, I'd taught the boy a 
lot about sexing it and doing it to me all right but there was one thing I 
hadn't needed to even try and teach him. 

That boy had such a big heart and it was so filled with love, that even 
thinking about teaching him the meaning of real love would have been a waste 
of time. I'd been shaken up badly once to learn that while you can teach a 
handsome young man how to sex it up real good, you just can't teach him the 
meaning of love if it's not in him. 

I'd been pretty lucky when it had come to picking out young men around the 
neighborhood that could be trusted to keep their mouths shut. It wasn't that 
I was ashamed of what I was doing, but there did happen to be some people 
who would have frowned upon an older woman such as myself sexing it up with 
such young boys. 

One young man had learned very quickly when it came to sexing it up. He'd 
been more than eager to help me remove my brief panties and even tore them 
in doing so. He'd shoved my body roughly back onto the narrow cot once I'd 
been naked, moved between my thighs and shoved his male organ deep into my 
canyon of passion and started thrusting it up and down, around and around, 
almost savagely so that even though I'd reached two full orgasms before his 
love juice had spurted deep into my narrow passageway, I'd been highly 
disappointed. 

Later, I'd heard tales that young man had spread around and knew he'd been 
bragging by the way some of the younger men looked me over when I walked 
down the street. It had been a most unnerving feeling and one which I just 
never wished to go through again. I was much more careful in my choice of 
young men. 

Young men like Stan, who had so much love to give, were not likely to go 
around making an ass out of the person who showed them the right way to 
express all the love locked so deeply within themselves. 

"Man! just a little longer and water would have been flooding the backyard," 
Stan said and hurried over to shut off the tap to which he connected the 
hose. 

"I'd hardly have wanted the backyard flooded, even though we could use a 
little rain," I said and looked up at the sun as it shone down from a 
perfectly blue sky in which there wasn't a cloud as far as the naked eye 
could see. 

"Yeah! the old man has been yelling about the lack of rain for a couple of 
weeks at least now," Stan said, as he came trotting back to stand at my 
side. 

I watched the easy movements in which the boy ran and couldn't help but 
smile. He was so graceful, it came as a bit of a shock. Usually you think of 
girls being graceful on their feet, but never good-looking young men with 
all those fine muscles. 

"We'll have to let that water stand at least a good two days before we can 
swim," I said and patted Stan lightly on the shoulder. 

"I sort of lay on my back and float, if you know what I mean, Mrs. Parker," 
the boy said and darned if he didn't blush when he had to confess to me that 
he couldn't swim worth a damn. 

"So I use a rubber float you blow up with air in the pool," I said, which of 
course was true, but which didn't mean I couldn't swim. 

I was hardly going to tell Stan what a really great swimmer I actually was, 
that I'd won several contests back in my high school days. I'd already had 
to show him far too much already. He could get the feeling that I was just 
too good for him and that would be the end of it. I never wanted it to be 
over between the two of us. 

"You going to let me go swimming in your pool?" he asked and he sounded a 
little surprised, which I thought was just a little strange. 

"And just why wouldn't I let you go for a swim in my pool, darling?" I asked 
and slipped my arm around that slim waist of his. 

"Well, you know how some people like to talk," he said and I was sure he'd 
heard that from some real stupid adult, for he was way too young to be 
worrying about what some foolish people talked about. 

"It happens to be my pool and it happens to be here in my own private 
backyard," I informed Stan. "Since that is the case, I shall let anyone I 
want swim in it and those nasty minded people who don't like it can go to 
hell." 

"Gee! you know you're really cool," he said and his arm slipped around my 
narrow waist and that meant much more to me than those few words of his. 

There we stood by the side of the freshly filled pool with our arms locked 
around each other, acting very much like two lovers, glad to be alone. That 
was what we were, really, two young lovers who had just learned the real joy 
of giving ourselves so completely to each other. 

It was one of those really good times you hated to see come to an end. This 
can be a cruel world though, and nothing is more certain than the passing of 
time. Those hands on the face of the clocks just keep going around and 
around endlessly so that nothing ever stays the same. 

"I think I'd better be getting to the store," I said, at last, breaking the 
long silence. 

"Yeah! my mother will be wondering what's taking so long," Stan said and 
moved away from my side to pick up the old shirt he'd dropped earlier that 
morning. 

I watched him slip into the shirt and wished I'd brought my cigarettes 
along. If I'd been thinking right, I'd have had my cigarettes and my car 
keys with me, the boy could have walked me to the car in the garage. Perhaps 
he'd even have kissed me good once we were out of sight. 

"I've got to go inside and get my keys and cigarettes," I said, after taking 
a deep breath. 

"Oh, let me help you," he said and there was that something in his tone of 
voice which told me he wasn't thinking just about my car keys and my 
cigarettes. 

"You really don't have to," I said and licked my lips while winking at him. 

I knew it could have all been in my mind and I could be letting myself in 
for a very big disappointment, but I'd been willing to take that chance. 
Stan was such a loving young man that I couldn't see him leading anybody on, 
knowingly, and then dropping them. There has to be a kind of mean streak in 
a person, I've always thought, for them to do that and my wonderful young 
man just wasn't the type to have such a mean streak anywhere in the whole of 
that wonderful body of his. 

We walked towards the house with our bodies so close, I could feel the tail 
of his shirt brushing the smooth flesh of my thigh. My own heart pounded 
just a little faster as we neared the house and those tiny red cells deep 
within my canyon of passion started churning around and around as we went up 
the back steps. 

Yes, of course, I knew I was being just a little childish, but there do 
happen to be those times when a person can't always control his feelings. 
I've never talked to one of those head shrinkers or had any kind of training 
in the field of mental health, but there are certain things a person can 
figure out on their very own, I am sure. 

"Umm, you sure do look good," Stan said, as the back door closed against our 
heels and even while he spoke, his arms were slipping around my narrow 
waist. 

"You are so very gentle and thoughtful, darling," I cooed, before his mouth 
closed over mine. 

There we stood just inside the back door of my home, locked tightly together 
and kissing up a storm. Man! if all the wild energy that is released in a 
kiss like that could only be put into a bottle and saved for later use, 
nobody would ever have to be worried about a power shortage again. 

"Your lips are like fire," Stan said, when he broke off that long kiss. 

"I could say something very stupid, but I think it's best to keep my mouth 
shut," I told the young man. 

"I've heard a lot and there was something I'd kind of hoped you'd let me 
prove for myself," the boy said and his hand moved down to my thigh and once 
again moved up and down over its soft flesh. 

I know it may seem like that was what the boy was doing all the time and in 
a way, I guess it was. Unless you've ever had such a handsome young man 
discover the thrill just the touch of your soft, warm flesh could give him, 
so he couldn't keep his hands off it, you just can't know what a thrill it 
can be. So if I keep telling you each and every time the boy touched some 
part of my body and ran his hand up and down over my flesh it's because I do 
feel it's important. 

"I don't think you'd ask anything too far-out," I said and leaned forward to 
kiss Stan lightly on the tip of that short nose of his. 

"No, of course not, Mrs. Parker," he assured me. "It's just that I have 
heard those older boys at school talking about what it's like to be in the 
back seat of a parked car with a chick who will let them do just anything 
they wish." 

"Oh, I see," I said and my desire was starting to build at the very thought 
of being so cramped in the rear seat of the car with Stan. 

Just for one brief moment, I remembered, in a flash, about that ride so long 
ago. About how crude and mean that, so-called, nice man had been, but it 
quickly passed. Stan would never ever force himself upon me, not even if I 
should get cold feet once we were in the car and decided to chicken out on 
him. 

No, Stan had surely learned that using force to get what he wanted from a 
woman, from anybody, was hardly the way to go about it. If I turned chicken 
once we were cramped into the rear seat of the car, he'd surely prove he was 
the gentleman I knew him to be and let me out. He'd very likely be just a 
little uptight and not totally understanding of what had happened, but he'd 
go along with my foolish wishes just because that was how he was. 

"I'll get my keys, cigarettes and money," I said and moved quickly from the 
kitchen and away from the boy to give myself just a little time to relax and 
cool down. 

I found everything laying right where it should have been, so there was no 
excuse for stalling around and taking a lot of time gathering up what I 
needed. The palms of my hands were starting to feel a little sweaty and my 
heart was hammering away against my chest like a sledge hammer working 
overtime. 

Stan was moving restlessly about the kitchen when I walked back into that 
little room, so I knew I wasn't the only one who was having a case of 
nerves. Seeing how uptight the boy was, I got a little mad just thinking 
there were those foolish people who would see only evil in my teaching him 
all the important things I was teaching him. 

"Well, I think that's everything, darling," I said, with the hope that my 
voice sounded light and cheery, the way it should, since he was only going 
to be the perfect gentleman and walk me out to my car. 

"Gee! you don't carry one of those big, oversized bags with all that crazy 
junk in it like my mother does," Stan said and damn if he didn't take hold 
of my free hand. 

I let Stan pull the back door shut and then I led the way down the steps and 
along the narrow path to the old garage where the car sat waiting. Even as I 
walked, I could feel those little things with wings flying around and around 
deep inside the pit of my stomach. 

Oh, I knew what was going to happen once the two of us were in that car. I 
knew what was going to happen and wanted it to happen with all of my very 
being. Still, there was that tiny little knot of fear way down there inside 
of me, which was making it hard to even breath. 

So, I had one hope. One violent hope you might say and that was once it had 
happened again, with a boy like Stan, I'd learn that all my fear had been 
for nothing. 

Oh, I just had to shake that violent fear one way or another before much 
longer. It was going to have me climbing the fucking walls unless I did so 
real soon. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

This may sound really stupid, but you must remember what was about to happen 
and that just maybe my mind was playing its own special kind of crazy 
tricks. Anyway, I found myself walking towards the garage wishing that 
husband of mine would get up off his ass and get around to building us a 
nice, bright new garage. It seemed so out of place to buy a new car each and 
every year, as though that were our only way of keeping track of time, and 
not have a new garage to house such nice, new cars. 

Stan opened the heavy old garage door with such ease that I was sure it just 
had to make him feel real good. When he turned and grinned at me, I knew 
he'd been showing off all those fine muscles of his and didn't blame him the 
least for doing so. 

"That stupid door always gives me three different kinds of hell," I said, 
more to have something to say than anything else, while the boy took the 
keys from my hand and moved to unlock the car doors. "You lifted that heavy 
old door like it was nothing more than an empty wooden box." 

.Stan had unlocked the front doors on both sides of the car and gotten into 
the rear seat to unlock the rear door on the left-hand side of the car. I 
felt a trembling start way down below my knees and moved quickly towards the 
open rear door of the car, before giving myself any more time to think those 
crazy thoughts. 

If I'm to be perfectly honest in telling my story, I must here confess to 
the fact that I was scared. I was so scared I'd have laughed earlier if 
anyone had tried to tell me that just the simple act of getting into a car 
could scare anybody so fucking much. 

"Ummm, we'll be nice and close in here," Stan said, as he leaned over me to 
catch the handle of the car door and pull it shut. 

"Don't you think we should really roll down one or two of the windows a 
bit?" I managed to ask and knew the boy couldn't help but hear the change in 
my voice, unless he wasn't really listening to what I was saying but 
thinking only of the fun we were going to have. 

Fun! ha, how little that boy could know of the fear which was becoming a 
very real knot in the pit of my stomach. He'd never dream that an older 
woman, so wise in the ways of life, could be so very scared. Not of just a 
boy like himself who had done nothing but what he'd been told. 

"Man! these thighs have to be the softest two thighs in this whole wide 
world, Mrs. Parker," he said and once more he had both hands on my bare 
thighs and they were moving up and down over my soft, warm flesh. 

Oh, those hands moved so very lightly that they felt like a feather barely 
touching my skin. Slowly and with a little force of will power, I spread my 
thighs just a bit wider to give those gentle hands more room in between 
them. The boy grasped what I had on my mind as though a message had been 
flashed from my brain to his and his hands moved to the even softer, even 
warmer flesh of my inner thighs. 

My heart was really pounding away against my chest, while my tits rose and 
fell sharply with each deep breath I took, for suddenly there just didn't 
seem to be enough air for the two of us there in that car. I closed my eyes 
tightly and tried to form a picture in my mind. So, all right, I was trying 
to play one of those cute little tricks on myself to keep from screaming at 
the boy. 

"You look real warm, baby," Stan whispered and his lips were suddenly so 
close to my one ear that the feel of his warm breath on my soft flesh 
startled me. 

"Yes," I said and reached for the handle to roll the window down just a 
little more, only to learn that had not been what Stan had in mind at all. 

His one hand left my right thigh and went to those tiny white buttons at the 
front of my blouse. Every nerve in my body became taut as those slim fingers 
of his started to unfasten the front of my blouse. 

Oh, it was so stupid, so childish that right at that moment I was calling 
myself every name in the book and a few I'd have bet they never wrote in any 
old book. After all, I was the real smart one who had started out to teach 
the boy all of those things he just had to know, so what the hell could I 
expect. The boy hardly knew what he was doing. 

It was when I became aware of how flushed Stan's cheeks were and how very 
hard he was breathing, that some of my fears vanished. No one who was as 
thrilled and excited by what he was doing as the boy happened to be, could 
have been thinking any nasty thoughts. No, it was those real cool guys with 
all the answers and the smooth lines who did the real harm in this world of 
today. 

My blouse was open clear down the front and Stan was pulling it from under 
the waistband of my shorts almost before I was aware of how quickly and 
skillfully those slim fingers of his had moved. Man! talk about a shock. 
That cool air against my bare flesh below the hem of my brief bra sent 
chills running up and down my spine. 

Without really thinking, which is often the best way of doing things, I was 
leaning forward. Those soft, smooth hands worked my blouse off over my 
shoulders, down my arms and moved back up along my bare back to find the 
thin strap holding my bra in place. I'd let the boy watch me remove my 
clothes back in the house and it was paying off. 

With the skill of an expert, the boy unhooked my bra with such ease, one 
could have gotten the impression he'd done it many times before. When my big 
tits were free and he could see how hard and firm my nipples were standing, 
Stan wasn't really as impressed as he'd been back there in the den, for 
perhaps he was getting the feeling they were like that all the time. 

"You're catching on very, very fast, young man," I told the boy and found my 
voice once more sounded like my own calm, cool voice and not like the voice 
of a still, scared-to-death child. 

"You're the best teacher I've ever had," Stan said and he winked at me. 

"Now don't tell me a bright boy such as yourself could be having any real 
big problems in school work," I said, while those slim fingers of his moved 
up over the slopes of my left tit's creamy white mound towards its nipple. 

"Man! some of the things they keep trying to force us to read and even write 
just don't make any sense at all," he said and flickered the nipple of my 
tit ever so lightly with his one finger tip. 

"I know, darling," I said and remembered how I'd felt very much the same way 
back when I'd been going to school, so just maybe, the generations weren't 
as far apart as some people would like to have us think. 

"I'll bet you got all A's when you were in school if you were lucky enough 
to have all men teachers," Stan said and the palm of his hand moved over the 
nipple of my big tit and that was the kind of feeling a woman could learn to 
live with. 

Those little things with wings were flying around, not only way down in the 
pit of my stomach, but in my canyon of passion as well. I could stand that, 
but only as long as the fear seemed to have slacked up enough so that my 
breathing didn't hurt. When you're in such a cramped area as the rear seat 
of a car with only one window opened, breathing can be hard enough without 
having something like a needless fear making it worse. 

For a while at least, Stan seemed to have forgotten what two lush thighs I 
had. His hands were both closed over the swollen mounds of my big tits and 
his palms were pressing my taut nipples back into the soft, creamy white 
flesh beneath them. I wouldn't have said anything to the boy, that might 
shake him up badly, but I was glad he had chosen to tease my tits for a 
while. 

It was strange, but most of the young boys I'd seduced had become so excited 
over the size of my big tits that they had been almost unaware of my legs 
and thighs. While I'd been with those young boys I'd wished they'd take a 
little interest in what good legs and really fine thighs I had. Now I was 
with a young man who seemed to see nothing but my thighs and I wished he'd 
notice my big tits. 

"I'll bet those shorts are pretty hot," Stan said, breaking the long silence 
and once again I felt that very slight twinge of fear way down in my 
stomach. 

"Yes!" was all I said and reached up to lock my arms tightly around the 
boy's neck and pulled his face down close to those big tits of mine. 

While he'd spent some time rubbing the nipples of my tits, he hadn't 
actually kissed them good. Oh, sure, he'd flicked the tip of his tongue 
lightly over my nipples and up and down the slopes of the mounds beneath 
them, but that was not at all what I'd come to expect from these handsome 
young men whom I'd set out to seduce, so very, very cleverly. 

"Umm, kind of like two ice-cream cones," Stan said, when I'd pulled his 
mouth so close to my right tit that he couldn't keep from flicking his 
tongue lightly over its taut nipple. 

"Oh, if you were only aware of how I feel, having your tongue touch my 
nipples, darling," I cooed and knew it was more than likely I'd lost the 
boy, something I seemed to be doing all the time. 

No, I never wanted to lose that young man who was so gentle, so kind and so 
filled with love. He was one in a million which was something I'd surely 
learned after having made all those good seductions, if nothing else. 

Up and down, up and down the tip of that tongue moved over the slope of my 
creamy white left tit. Around and around went that quivering in my stomach, 
a sensation that was becoming so much a part of my being. 

I could feel my canyon of passion churning around and around and knew I was 
about to reach a good orgasm. It had been a long while since I'd known the 
pure delight of having a good orgasm while still wearing my shorts and 
panties. The fear was so slight, it hardly seemed to be there at all and for 
that, I was giving all the credit to Stan. 

The boy was being so very gentle and kind, that I was hardly aware of his 
hands working on the snaps there in the side of my shorts. If those two 
hands had been the least bit rough while unfastening those snaps I'd have 
been screaming my fool head off. The memory of how rough that one pair of 
hands had once been was still so very much a part of me. 

We were cramped into the rear seat of the car, which seemed to be exciting 
the boy a whole lot more than our having been in the den. I got the feeling 
all of those wild stories he'd been hearing from those older boys at school 
had given him nothing but a lot of wild ideas. It could be he expected much 
more from our sexual union in the car, once it took place, than he'd gotten 
in the den. "Easy, easy," the boy whispered into that deep cleft there 
between my big tits and it was kind of a funny feeling, if you know what I 
mean. 

"You're so wise and gentle," I whispered and lifted my hips from the edge of 
the seat, after closing my eyes and letting a picture of that cot back in 
the den form in my mind. 

So, I was cheating and not being completely honest with myself. All right, I 
was still going to prove that I could control those stupid fears of mine one 
way or another and wasn't that what I was really after. 

Down, down and down over my lush thighs went my shorts and I swear that 
rough material seemed to be taking forever just to be worked down over my 
thighs to my knees. Oh, I knew it wasn't taking as long as it seemed. It was 
like waiting for the mail or a telephone call to come. It seemed to be a 
whole lot longer than it really was before either one came through. 

I felt the boy's smooth hands moving back up over my bare thighs, while my 
shorts had not yet been pulled down past my knees and there was that tight 
knot of fear in the pit of my stomach again. In a way, it felt a whole lot 
like a lump in my throat and I found myself swallowing which, of course, 
didn't work in the least. 

"Hey! what's wrong, Mrs. Parker?" Stan asked when I made no move to lift 
myself from the edge of the car's rear seat once his fingers were hooked 
into the waistband of my brief, tight panties. 

"Nothing, darling," I cooed and was surprised how normal my voice sounded, 
while it took every ounce of will power in the whole of my body to be able 
to lift myself from the rear seat of the car. 

"Man! I don't understand you at times," Stan said and at least he wasn't 
afraid to tell me just what was on his mind, the way so many people were. 

"When you get older you'll discover there happen to be times when we don't 
even understand ourselves fully," I told Stan, while the silkish material of 
my panties seemed to be taking just twice as long to be worked down along my 
lush thighs to where my shorts were. 

To keep my hands and my mind busy, I managed to slip both hands in under the 
tail of his shirt and got my fingers in under the waistband of his trunks, I 
might work them down over his full, muscular hips. Oh, that boy had such a 
lean, hard body with no needless fat anywhere on it, so that just running my 
hands over it was pure joy. The women and younger girls his own age were 
going to be flipping over him and before too much longer. 

There are some women who go for men with lots and lots of muscles. I'd 
rather have a man or boy who had a nice lean body than one with all those 
bulging muscles any day of the week. So maybe I'm some kind of a nut, but 
that happens to be my own personal choice and I'm stuck with it. 

Stan was fully aroused and ready to fuck, do me again, which was to be fully 
expected. It didn't actually have anything to do with the way he'd been 
teasing my tits or the fact he'd worked my shorts and panties down over my 
knees either. No, most of it was in his mind and most of what was in his 
mind came from those wild stories he'd been hearing from those older boys at 
school. 

I'd once heard it said that a girl, or woman, seduced herself long before 
the man she was with seduced her. I'd sort of laughed at that, but in a way, 
it did make a crazy kind of sense when you thought about it. Unless a girl, 
or woman, was ready to be seduced by the man or boy she happened to be with, 
she could manage to prevent that from happening in any number of ways. 

The warm head of Stan's big, hard cock brushed ever so lightly against the 
soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs and it was I could do to keep from 
screaming out at the top of my voice. Yes, that fear was right back there in 
the pit of my stomach, as though it had never left and given me three 
different kinds of pure hell. What it felt like, actually, was having a big, 
hard rock dropped right into the pit of my stomach, so I couldn't move out 
from under it or even scream for help, its weight was so great. 

"Please, darling!" I gasped. "Hurry! put it all the way into me! Now, now! 
darling!" 

Poor Stan was so startled when I started begging for a fuck, he almost 
pulled back off of me. I couldn't let that happen right at that moment. No, 
not when I was about to learn that I really had no need to fear being alone 
in the rear seat of a car with such a nice, gentle boy as Stan, who would 
rather die than hurt anybody. 

"Please! you can't stop now, darling!" I gasped and the boy must have heard 
something in the tone of my voice which let him know there was nothing I 
wanted, had to have more, right at that very moment, than his cock thrust 
deeply into the tight, moist passage of my steaming cunt. 

With a thrust of his fine, muscular hips, the boy drove the full length of 
his prick deep into my burning passage and started pumping his hips like 
crazy. Up and down, up and down, around and around went that wonderful tool 
of his and I reached not one, not two, but three full and complete orgasms 
before his love juice was spurting so deep into my fiery honeyhole. 

It was amazing that the boy had so much love to give when I needed it so 
fucking bad. 

"Oh, you were a darling," I cooed, when the boy had rolled away from me and 
we'd both had time to catch our breaths. 

"You had me a little scared there for a while," poor Stan confessed and I 
was very sorry I'd done that. 

"It's a long, long story, darling," I replied, for trying to explain it all 
to him right then when I was still so tied up in knots, would have been 
foolish. "It's something I was forced to do a long time ago and had nothing 
at all to do with the pleasure you just gave me." 

"I sure don't feel like walking to the store and picking up those things my 
mother wanted," he confided. 

"Why don't you ride along with me and help me with my bags and things?" I 
asked, never once dreaming of what was going to happen to the two of us once 
we reached the supermarket and were so innocently doing our shopping. 

It all helped, I'll always be sure, to prove to Stan that getting what he 
wanted by force of any means, was just not the way he should go about it. 
Still, if I had known of those two men, and what was going to happen, I'm 
not sure I'd have offered that boy a ride to the supermarket. 

He was much too gentle and kind to go through what the two of us were to go 
through within the next few hours or so. 

It was just something that happened and nobody could have foreseen it. 
Nobody in the world. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Hey! you're about one of the best women drivers I've ever seen," Stan said, 
when I'd backed the old car neatly out into the street and we were on our 
way to the supermarket at last. 

"Now women drivers aren't really so bad," I said, after blowing a stream of 
smoke into the air. 

"Oh, come on," the boy said and patted my thigh very, lightly. "You have to 
be aware of how often my mother has dented the rear of our car by smacking 
into another parked car, or that tree which stands to one side of our 
drive." 

"You know some of these drives are tricky," I said, and felt my desire 
starting to awaken just from the feel of his hand patting my soft, warm 
thigh. 

Oh, what that boy had done for me in the rear seat of the car back in the 
garage. It was something I'd never forget or ever be able to repay him for. 

"I've heard some of the older guys around the neighborhood call you the den 
mother," Stan confided. "Since you don't work with any boys' clubs, I didn't 
get what they were talking about." 

So, those older boys were calling me the neighborhood den mother. Well, I 
was much too old to blush and I really couldn't be mad or ashamed of the 
title they seemed to have seen fit to give me. Trying to remember how many 
boys I'd taken into the den to seduce and learning I couldn't, it was easy 
to understand how I got that title. 

"Why that's very nice of them," I said and couldn't help but feel a little 
sense of pride, knowing I'd won so much respect from those handsome young 
boys. I'd much rather sex it up good with one of them than some older guy 
who would feel he was the one doing me the big favor. "There do happen to be 
those high-hatted people who would see only evil in my making love to you 
young men, you know." 

"What the heck," Stan said and I'll be darned if he didn't have to look away 
from me. 

While the traffic was fairly light at that time of the day, it did start to 
get a little heavy around the supermarket. I could remember how I'd had to 
drive a good eight miles into the nearby city to do my weekly shopping and 
what a real pain in the ass that had been. Some people had yelled at first 
when the supermarket had been built, but once it had been opened and they 
discovered how nice it was they had quickly changed their tunes. 

"Man! will you look at that doll," Stan said when I had slowed down to make 
the turn into the parking lot. 

I was glad of the cigarette between my lips so the boy couldn't see that I 
just had to smile, hearing that from him. Oh, if it had been my husband, I'd 
have fully expected such a remark, for the young woman wearing the hot pants 
in the parking lot of the supermarket was a living doll. A living doll I 
knew for a fact my husband had tried to pick up at more than one party. 

"That's Jan Notes," I informed Stan while gliding the car between two parked 
cars. "My husband thinks she is some package." 

"She sure has good looking legs and thighs," the boy said and his hand 
seemed to be pressing my thigh just a little more firmly. 

"You've just never been interested enough to take a real good look at 
women's legs and thighs before," I tried to explain, while I swung my own 
legs out of the car wondering if I might not have lost the boy once again, 
the way I'd been doing all day long, by trying to explain things to him he 
just wasn't ready to grasp. 

Stan was out of the car and following along behind Jan Notes so quickly, 
that for once he forgot to be the perfect young gentleman he'd been all day 
long. I really couldn't blame him though, for Jan did have good legs and 
thighs. 

I followed Stan, thinking that he'd been given the fine, lean muscular body 
all young men of his age should have. I knew it wasn't polite for a woman to 
so openly watch the movements of a young man when he walked while in public, 
but I just couldn't help myself. It seemed all wrong for men to get away 
with being able to strip us broads with their eyes, while we broads weren't 
supposed to even be aware of what fine bodies the men all around us had. 

Stan got himself a cart and was right behind Jan. I had to smile to myself 
when I remembered how shy he'd been not too many hours before in my kitchen. 
Oh, sexing it up good with a completely mature woman can change the way a 
boy feels about things a whole lot. From that day forward, Stan would no 
longer be looking at women the way he'd been before our trip to the den. 

Like everybody else in that store, I was totally unaware of the two men who 
had followed me through those swinging front doors. Even had I noticed 
either of those men, I'd have thought nothing of their being in the store at 
that time, for they were just two businessmen, or perhaps salesmen who had 
come to dicker with the manager. 

Oh, how very wrong I was in thinking of those two as businessmen or 
salesmen. They might have come into the store to dicker with the manager, 
but they hadn't come into the store with the idea of not having things turn 
out the way they wished. 

I was chosen to be the lucky one that day, or so it would have seemed. I 
just happened to need a check cashed before doing my shopping and that, of 
course, called for a trip up to the little office to see the manager. I 
couldn't have gone ahead and done my shopping and then gotten my check 
cashed the way most people did. Oh, no! Not me! 

I had to go walking up to the window of that little office window as 
innocently as a new-born babe, just when one of those two gentlemen just 
happened to be pulling a gun from under coat. 

"Now let's have the money that was taken in last night and early this 
morning," one man barked. 

"Ah!" I gasped like a fool, for the thing to do at that moment would have 
been turn on my heels and run like hell for the front door. 

"Grab that bitch behind you," the other man snapped and he pulled a gun from 
under his coat. 

I tried to whirl and run for the door then, but I'd waited too long. The 
first man to pull a gun had a firm grip on my right elbow and was forcing me 
to stand in front of him. I could feel that gun pressed hard against my 
spine and if I thought I'd once known fear in a parked car, it was only with 
that gun in my back that I knew the meaning of pure fear. 

"Hey! what's going on!" I heard Stan cry and the boy came running to try and 
help, only to have the second man catch his arm and use him as a shield. 

"Well, well," the man who had pulled the gun in the first place said and I 
knew his eyes were moving over me even while he pressed that gun of his into 
my back. 

"Just don't get carried away until we get the two of them and the loot into 
the car," the other man said and when he laughed it was the kind of laugh 
which left no doubt in my mind, whatever, about its meaning. I could feel 
the lump in my throat and that fear in the pit of my stomach. The fear in 
the pit of my stomach was the real thing, this time, and I wasn't trying to 
fool myself like I had been while Stan and I were in the rear seat of the 
car. I was going to get hurt and hurt badly again by both of those men with 
guns and I wasn't trying to kid myself into thinking even Stan's being there 
might help. 

The store manager was a red-faced little man to begin with and with those 
two men holding two customers at gun point, his face grew even redder. I 
know this might sound strange, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for the 
poor little man who seemed to be more petrified than even I was. Since all 
that happened that day and that night, I've come to think people start 
thinking crazy things like that to keep from really thinking about what's 
happening to them. 

"Man! just take a real good look at the size of knockers this bitch has got 
for herself," said the man holding my arm so firmly. Then he laughed. 

"I told you to watch it until we were in the car," the other man said and 
chuckled. "Judith is going to take a liking to this young man, too." 

"It's got a cock between its legs and that's all Judith is going to be 
interested in," the man holding my arm said and I knew Stan was going to see 
the raw, evil side of the nature at its very worst before we got away from 
the two men holding us at gun point. "I think you're out of your mind 
keeping that broad around to drive the car, even." 

The manager had stuffed all of the money he had in the office into two large 
paper bags and was shoving those two bags through the window. The man 
holding Stan's arm shoved the boy forward and ordered him to pick up the 
bags. 

"What we want is time to get out of town before you go pushing any buttons," 
the man behind Stan told the manager and laughed. "Things are going to be 
bad enough for that bitch without the cops chasing us all over hell and 
back." 

"Move, baby," the man holding my arm ordered and let me know he wasn't 
playing around, by twisting my arm higher up, so my hand was right between 
my shoulder blades. 

"Oh, please!" I moaned and moved forward with him using my arm as a means of 
letting me know just where it was he wished me to go. 

When I'd walked into that nice, cool supermarket such a short time before, 
I'd never dreamed anything like that could happen to me. Not right there in 
that big store with all those people around. It was something you read about 
happening to other people even while telling yourself you'd never be foolish 
enough to get into a mess such as that. 

So, there I was in a mess like that and there wasn't a fucking thing I could 
do about it. Oh, I knew what was going to happen once those two men had Stan 
and myself in that car they'd talked about. My eyes had seen the look of 
pure, naked lust on a man's face before, remember, and what pure hell I'd 
been put through for so many years because one stupid man had not been able 
to control his lust. 

Stan had picked up the bags of money the way he'd been ordered and was 
moving ahead of all of us. I kept looking back over my shoulder as though I 
fully expected somebody to step in and make that monster twisting my arm let 
go of me. Ha! there wasn't a chance in hell anybody would be foolish enough 
to tangle with the man holding that gun up against my spine. 

"You're going to be a lot of fun once we really get to know each other, 
baby," the man said and his breath was so hot against the flesh of my ear, 
it almost burned it. 

"You can't get away with this!" I gasped and all that got me was one of 
those real nasty sounding laughs. 

"Shit! Norris and I were planning on taking us a human hostage but we sure 
weren't expecting a living doll like you to come walking right up to us when 
the time came," I was informed and a cold chill ran all along my spine. 

So, the two men had planned on taking a human hostage even before they'd 
walked into the store. That meant they had had other plans, too, and if I 
hadn't come along at the right time, they would have snatched somebody else. 
I'd noticed how many really young girls had been in that store and found 
myself thinking that maybe it was a good thing I had gone to the office to 
cash my check. 

Once we were outside of the store, the man who'd been called Norris whistled 
one of those real shrill whistles and a long, green car came rolling up with 
its left rear door open. I got a look at the redheaded doll behind the wheel 
and knew Norris wasn't keeping her around just to drive the car. 

"You and that bitch get into the rear seat with the money, Arnie," Norris 
snapped after he'd Stan toss both bags of money into the rear of the car. 
"The punk and I'll go around and slip in front with, Judith." 

"You really going to let that cunt drive with a sexy looking stud like that 
sitting next to her?" Arnie, the man holding the gun against my spine asked, 
while he shoved me towards the rear door of the long, green car. 

I had a feeling there was some bad blood between the man called Arnie and 
that redheaded doll. I knew, that any bad blood, for any reason, between the 
members of a gang could lead to nothing but a whole lot of trouble. 

Stan moved around to the far side of the car with Norris like he was told. 
At least he'd given up the idea of being a real big hero of some kind and 
saving me from the devil, or so it seemed. I hoped he kept right on seeing 
what a foolish thing it would be if he were to try and do anything while 
both those men had guns. 

I heard both car doors slamming shut and felt that car close in all around 
me. It was kind of a sickening feeling and one which I didn't wish to live 
with ever again. Once was enough and if I ever got out of the mess I was in 
I'd be a whole lot more careful. 

"Man! what a pair of knockers," that blasted Arnie said and his hand was 
tearing those buttons from the front of my blouse, before the car started to 
move. "I ain't never licked a pair of knockers this big, before." 

"Shit! I've heard you chew nipples, not lick or suck them the way most men," 
the redhead snapped and I was beginning to understand the bad blood between 
those two, as the car got under way. 

There was a screaming of tires, a lot of yelling, and I'd have sworn we were 
going to hit the one car ahead of us, but Judith managed to swing around it 
without even nicking its fender. My heart was in my throat, so I couldn't 
have screamed had I wanted to, while those rough hands tore my bra away from 
those big tits of mine. 

Yes, that bastard tore my bra off me without making any kind of effort to 
unfasten its narrow strap. It was the kind of thing I'd tried to teach Stan 
and all of those other young boys they should never ever do, when I got them 
into that den of my husband's. 

I could see Stan had turned halfway around and was watching Arnie grasp my 
big tits in his rough hands. Oh, I think I felt sorrier for that boy right 
at that moment than I did for myself. He was so very kind, so very gentle, 
that I was sure just seeing Arnie grasp my big tits so roughly was making 
him a little sick. 

"You're going to hurt her!" Stan gasped and all he got for thinking about my 
well-being, was to be jerked roughly around so he couldn't see what was 
happening. 

"You just let Arnie take care of that bitch," Norris told the boy. "Say, 
could it be you and her is special friends?" 

"Mrs. Parker happens to be a very nice lady," Stan said and I could only 
hope the boy would go on thinking of me in that light, once he'd seen those 
two men turn their lustful desires loose on me, while my own desires would 
get out of control, so I'd go all the way with them. 

"Oh, ouch!" I moaned, while my hands balled into tight little fists at my 
sides, there on the rear seat of the car, and I hoped Stan couldn't see how 
flushed my cheeks were becoming, for I was sure he'd get the wrong meaning 
out of my reactions. 

"I told you he chewed nipples," the redhead said and then she laughed the 
kind of a laugh that belonged back in some cheap barroom on the far north 
side of town. 

"I'll bet that doll's got real good nipples, too," Norris said and chuckled. 
"Has she got real good nipples, son?" 

"Yes," the boy stammered and I could hardly have expected him to know he 
shouldn't let those beasts we were with, know he'd seen my nipples. 

"So, I was right after all," Norris said and something in his tone of voice 
when he spoke, sent little chills running all along my spine. "I'm beginning 
to see why you came running to give the fine lady a hand once you saw she 
was in trouble back there in the store." 

"You mean that bitch and this punk had been fucking?" Judith asked and I 
wanted to scream at her for calling what Stan and I had done by such a foul 
name. Arnie kept gripping my big tits so roughly, he was going to leave his 
finger marks all over their mounds. 

"Now come on, baby," Norris said and laughed. "You know lots of married 
broads who aren't getting enough cock at home, have to go looking for it 
some place else." 

"But one with so much class?" Judith asked and even while I heard those two 
talking about me so coldly, there was something else that made it totally 
impossible for me to say a single word on my own behalf. 

There was that cold feeling which had slipped in under the waistband of my 
shorts and panties. A cold feeling which I'd felt once before and knew came 
from a razor-sharp blade of a knife. A knife that was going to be used to 
cut away both my shorts and panties. 

"This doll won't be needing her clothes for a while will she, pal?" Arnie 
asked and laughed. 

"Not for as long as we're held up in this cabin," Norris replied and gave 
Stan a poke so the boy would turn his head in time to see what Arnie was 
going to do with his knife. 

"If you think you've learned anything at all from the fine lady, just watch 
Arnie in action," Norris told the boy. "He'll show you the only way in the 
world there is of handling a broad and don't let no bitch tell you 
otherwise." 

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. They could go to hell before I was 
going to scream or beg them for a fucking thing whether they knew it or not. 
They were only trying to make me look like an ass in front of the boy. That 
was all! 

"You no-good, beast!" I screamed, when I felt the knife slice its way 
smoothly through my shorts and panties. "Beast!! You fucking beast!" 

CHAPTER SIX 

"You still think this is a lady with so much class?" Arnie asked and his one 
hand was on my thigh with those rough fingers of his digging into that soft, 
warm flesh. 

"Shit! those broads with class know all the dirty words," Judith said, not 
willing to let Arnie say he'd gotten the better of her in any way whatever. 

"I'll have to say one thing for this doll and that's the simple fact she has 
got one hell of a good body," Arnie said and laughed. "Man! just look at 
that thick patch of hers, will you." 

"I'm sure the young stud has already had a good look at that patch for 
himself," Norris said and gave poor Stan a poke with his elbow. "Right, 
boy?" 

"I never knew a woman had so much hair between her legs before," Stan 
replied and I just couldn't bring myself to look up into the boy's face. 

"You two are real bastards, you know," Judith said and even though I hated 
to admit it, that was one time when I found myself agreeing with that broad 
all the way. 

"Wait until you get a good look at our gal, Judith," Norris said and patted 
Stan on the shoulder in a man-to-man kind of way to let the boy know they 
were the best of pals. 

Ha! they were the best of pals all right. Those two no good bastards were 
having all kinds of fun laughing at the poor boy, while he was unaware of 
it. They were going to teach him every twisted trick they knew when it came 
to sex and turn him from the sweet, gentle boy he was, into a monster if 
they could manage it and I was afraid they could do just that in no time at 
all. 

"Where is the station wagon parked?" Judith asked and Arnie laughed softly 
upon hearing her question. 

"Man! that broad can't wait to get out from behind the wheel of this heap, 
so she can get her hands on that young stud and teach him a thing or two." 

"I'd wager our fine lady has already taught the boy plenty about sex," 
Norris said and he was clever enough to make it sound as though he thought 
Stan was wise beyond his years, rather than let the boy know he was laughing 
at him. 

"I was teaching the boy how it should really be," I found myself saying on 
my own behalf, while I felt Arnie's hand move over the soft flesh of my 
inner thigh to rest upon my thick patch and full mound beneath it. 

"Of course that's all you had on your mind," Norris said. "We know you 
weren't even thinking about the fulfillment of your own sexual cravings when 
you decided this fine young man should learn the facts of life from an older 
woman who really knew all the answers." 

"She kept telling me a lot of things I just couldn't seem to understand," 
Stan confided to Norris, who got a big bang out of hearing that. 

"Well, I wouldn't let that worry me at all if I were you," Norris said and 
laughed. "She was really talking to herself more than she was to you." 

"How do you mean?" Stan asked and he was going to fall for whatever fucking 
line that Norris handed him and forget I'd been the one who'd first taught 
him that when two people both wished to engage in sex and there was no force 
involved, it could be a beautiful thing. 

"Women have to have a special reason before they can pull off their panties 
and fuck with a man," Norris was telling the boy,, which was something so 
many men had talked themselves into honestly believing over the years. "They 
can't do it just because they want to the way us real men do, except in a 
very few cases." 

"I'm glad you added that last part," Judith said and laughed. "I still want 
to know where that station wagon is parked before I drive right on by." 

"About a mile up, turn into an old dirt road and keep your foot on the brake 
all the way down the hill," Norris informed Judith and for just a short time 
it looked as though our trio of captives had their minds on something other 
than just sex. 

Oh, Arnie had hardly withdrawn his hand from between my thighs since he was 
the more sexual animal of the trio. Yes, if I was going to get hurt, Arnie 
would be the one who would do the honors. He reminded me so much of that man 
I'd taken that ride with so long ago. 

"Slow down!" Norris barked and Judith hit those brakes so fast, everybody 
slid forward. "Easy, take it easy." 

I felt two fingers slip deep into my slit and my desires really started 
churning around and around. 

"Man! is this broad ever ready," Arnie said and chuckled, so I knew he was 
very pleased discovering that my slit was so warm and nice when his fingers 
were sort of thrust into it by the motion of the car. 

"Make the turn sharp and easy!" Norris barked and it was un-likely he'd even 
heard what Arnie said. 

Stan was sitting way forward on the front seat watching the road and I knew 
he was going to have a whole lot of respect for Judith. He seemed to think 
any woman who knew how to drive a car without hitting something was a queen 
of the road and could do no wrong. I'd known his mother had run into a tree 
once or twice and hit a parked car or two, but I hadn't dreamed she could be 
that poor of a driver. 

Suddenly the car made a sharp right turn and we seemed to be going right 
straight down. It was almost as though the car was running on its two front 
wheels only, with its rear wheels up in the air. Oh, it couldn't have been, 
I know, but it surely seemed that way. 

Arnie and I were both thrown so far forward that poor man had to use his 
hands to hold onto the rear of the front seat just the way I was forced to 
do. Now, that would have been the time when one of those big movie heroes 
would have managed to get the guns away from Norris and Arnie and even make 
a little love to me. Stan was hardly that type of hero nor was he giving 
such a move any thought being so impressed with the way Judith could drive. 

"Man! I never had a ride like this before! the boy gasped and nobody in that 
car argued with him. 

"Arnie thinks I'm nuts for keeping Judith around when she can drive a car 
this good," Norris said. 

"Shit! that's not why you keep that cunt around," Arnie hissed and I knew he 
was actually scared. 

In spite of all his roughness and meanness, Arnie was actually scared. He 
didn't like the way we were going down that hill with only the two front 
wheels still on the ground. He didn't like it at all. 

"It's like being on a real slow roller coaster," Stan said and if he hadn't 
been so young, I'm sure Norris would have either slugged him good or told 
him to shut his mouth. 

"I brought the station wagon in the way we'll be going out," Norris said and 
I figured he was letting Judith know she wasn't going to have to drive back 
up that hill. 

I thought of driving a car back up that hill with only its rear wheels 
touching the ground. No that would have been totally impossible even for a 
trick driver like Judith to manage. She did have to be able to keep the car 
on the road, at least, and she couldn't have managed that unless its front 
wheels were touching the ground, so she could steer the thing, could she? 

"You can't tell me anybody ever brought a car up that hill," Arnie said, 
when we'd reached the bottom and slid to a halt in loose earth. 

"The army used it to test jeeps and tanks at one time," Norris replied and 
it sounded like something the army just might have done. 

"Well, don't ever pick another fucked-up getaway route like that one," 
Judith said, as she opened the car door and got out. 

Arnie slid from the other side of the car and motioned I should follow. The 
idea wasn't too pleasing, but there really wasn't much choice. I slid from 
the car while losing what was left of my clothing in doing so. 

Now I don't mind being seen naked by other people since I do have a real 
good body. When it's out in the open like that and I'm the only member of 
the group naked, it does make me feel just a little odd, though. Having 
Arnie looking me over from the tips of my toes to the top of my head sure as 
hell didn't make it any better either. 

"Move it, bitch!" Norris barked and the palm of his hand came down hard on 
my bare ass. 

I moved quickly forward and found myself right in the arms of Arnie. He 
pulled my body hard against his, covered my mouth with his and there we 
stood out there in the open, looking, I was sure, like two real nuts. 

"That old Arnie isn't going to be able to keep his hands off that, bitch," 
Judith said and then she got into the act by giving me a good swat on my 
bare ass and laughing that real dirty laugh of hers. 

"Let's get those bags of money, son," Norris said to Stan and chuckled 
softly. "That's why we're all here." 

Stan helped Norris get the two sacks of money from the rear of the car and 
we all started moving along what was little more than a narrow, dirt path. 
Arnie had one arm about my slim waist and one of my big tits cupped in the 
palm of his hand. My nipples were nice and hard the way they always got 
whenever I was sexually aroused and the warm sun on my bare flesh always 
aroused me sexually. 

Judith was walking alongside of Stan and keeping a close watch on the boy. I 
have pointed out how his muscles seemed to ripple so smoothly when he walked 
or lifted something, so you couldn't really blame her. If she'd been a man 
she'd have had one arm around my waist, for she was the kind of woman who 
was well aware of the true beauty of the human body. 

"Man! I like the way that boy's built," Judith said, breaking the long 
silence. 

"Shit! you like the way all boys are built," Arnie said and laughed as his 
hand gripped my tit more firmly. 

"At least I'm not pawing the poor boy right out here in the open," Judith 
spat without even turning her head to look at Arnie and myself. 

"Now didn't I tell you two you'd have to cut out that bickering until this 
job was finished?" Norris asked. 

"I still don't see why you keep a bitch like her around," Arnie said, and I 
had the feeling there was going to be some real bloodletting before Stan and 
I got away from that trio, unless Arnie watched his tongue, which didn't 
seem at all very likely. 

"You just keep that mouth of yours shut," Judith hissed and she did turn to 
look Arnie right in the eye when she spoke that warning to him. 

"Now both of you might try that!" Norris barked and there was that something 
in his tone of voice once again which sent those little chills running along 
my spine. 

Something told me Norris was one of those men who just had to be the leader. 
His orders had better be followed and no questions asked, or there was going 
to be trouble. It was that kink in his makeup which helped explain his being 
the leader of such a trio. 

"Yeah! you and me are going to be getting just about as close as two people 
can get, baby," Arnie whispered in my ear and I figured he was trying to 
prove to me he didn't give a hoot what Norris said. 

I wasn't any too happy about sliding into the rear seat of the station 
wagon, once we reached it, not with Arnie. I knew that beast had but one 
thing on his mind and I wasn't ready to be fucked in a car by an animal like 
him. 

Norris slid behind the wheel of the station wagon while Judith took a firm 
grip on Stan's arm and guided the boy to the left-hand side of the car. When 
everybody was inside the station wagon, Norris started the machine's 
powerful engine and we were off, leaving a thick cloud of dust behind us, 
while Judith moved real close to poor Stan and started working on the boy. 
Oh, I could see she had seduced a young man before by the way she went about 
it. 

"I'll just bet you're real warm wearing that shirt after carrying that money 
all that way," Judith cooed in the boy's ear, while her fingers moved 
lightly over the back of his neck. 

"It's kind of warm all right," the poor boy said and I could tell by the 
sound of his voice, how sexually aroused that no-good bitch was making him, 
by being so close and whispering in his ear like that. 

"Well, I don't see any reason at all why you don't just unbutton it and slip 
it off," Judith cooed and she wasn't even trying to be the least bit coy 
with Stan. 

"I guess the breeze would feel good," Stan said and he began unfastening the 
front of his shirt. 

"Oh, such a nice, broad chest with almost no hair on it at all," Judith 
cooed. 

"I thought women liked men to have lots of hair on their chest," Stan said. 

"I guess some women do, but I like a chest I can kiss without getting a 
mouthful of hair," Judith informed Stan. 

"There's something else she likes to kiss, too, without getting a mouthful 
of hair," Arnie said and his fingers were busy poking into my warm, moist 
slit once again. 

"You just forget all about that crude beast even being back there, darling," 
Judith cooed and she kissed Stan on the ear in the same way I had and I felt 
my heart skip a beat which, of course, was real stupid on my part. There was 
nothing whatever between the boy and myself but a friendship. He was, you 
might say, a member of my pack and I being the neighborhood den mother, had 
done my job in giving him his first real taste of sex. 

It was my big tits he had kissed and sucked first. I was the one who had 
proved to him that it wasn't as hard to fuck a fully mature woman as those 
boys at school had tried to make him think. I had seen to it that he 
wouldn't feel like a complete fool if Judith did take hold of his staff and 
guide his cock into the opening of her cunt hole, so he might fuck her good. 

"Oh, please," I moaned when Arnie leaned forward and gripped my right nipple 
much too firmly between those thick lips of his. 

Arnie only seemed to sort of chew on my nipple with that much more greed and 
I decided that begging him to take it easy was the wrong thing to do. There 
do happen to be those men in this world who get their real kicks out of 
hearing a woman beg them to take it easy. It only excites them that much 
more and gets the poor woman nowhere. 

"You just can't be nice to that bastard," Judith informed me, while she 
helped Stan slip out of his shirt. 

"Who's trying to be nice to him?" I asked. "I'm honestly thinking of biting 
his ear real good." 

"Shit! you trying to get all of your teeth knocked out or something, honey?" 
Judith asked and laughed. 

It was at that moment that Arnie decided to show me just how vicious he 
could really be when things didn't happen to go the way he wanted them to. 
Those teeth of his proved to be sharp enough to cut into the soft creamy 
white flesh at the base of my nipple and draw blood. 

"Ah!" I cried sharply and felt the station wagon slowing down a great deal, 
though I wasn't really thinking clearly enough to grasp any connection. 

"Christ! if a cop drives by and takes a look into this heap, he'll stop me 
for driving a whorehouse," Norris said, and he did have a point there. 

"A rolling whorehouse," Judith said and her laughter was not meant to make 
Norris any happier, though she didn't seem too worried about getting him all 
worked up. 

"Maybe Arnie is right," Norris hissed. "Maybe I ought to tell you to split 
once this job is finished." 

"You go right ahead and do that, lover," Judith cooed. "Just see how lonely 
it is sleeping all alone at night, after being so used to having me around 
for so fucking long, and so willing to do all those crazy things you like to 
do in the name of love." 

"What you're asking for is more than the loss of all your teeth, baby," 
Norris said, and I could feel that big blowup between the trio of our 
captives coming closer and closer all the time. 

I could only hope that Stan and I were not caught in the cross fire when 
that blowup did come. It always seems to be those poor innocent bystanders 
who get hurt when the forces of evil clash the way the members of that trio 
were rushing head-on towards such a clash, which would surely lead to some 
bloodletting. 

"Could be the boss is getting some brains in that head of his after all this 
time," Arnie said, licking the blood from his lips. "I always like to get 
something for my trouble when I suck a tit as big as yours, bitch." 

"You-" I started to say and decided to save my breath, for nothing I said 
was going to mean anything to any member of that trio. They were all much 
too wrapped up in getting what they wanted, to be worried about somebody 
whom they had so firmly under their thumb. 

No, it was much better to hold my tongue. To hope that when the blowup came 
it would not hurt Stan and myself too much, and that was asking for a whole 
lot. A whole lot more than I had any fucking right to ask for. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

After he'd proven he could at least draw blood from the creamy white mound 
of my big tit, Arnie seemed to become a little bit of a gentleman. He 
permitted me to stretch out the full length of the station wagon's long rear 
seat, while all he did was stroke my bare ass and one thigh lightly with the 
palm of his hand. 

I found myself wondering what dreadful things that beast was planning, for 
being a perfect gentleman just wasn't a part of his make-up. It was so out 
of place, really, that it shook me up much more than when he'd been treating 
me as if I were little more than an animal. 

"Hey! what you doing?" Stan asked and his sharp tone of voice cut through 
the long silence like a knife. 

"Now you just spread your legs and hold still, darling," I heard Judith 
cooing and when I tried to sit up, I found Arnie didn't plan on my seeing 
what was happening up there in the front seat. 

"Now you just stay right where you are," Arnie said. "I'm sure you tasted 
that boy's nice, hard cock which is really all Judith is planning on doing." 

Oh, no! That's not part of natural love, showing complete respect for each 
other and made very little sense to anyone, which of course, didn't really 
matter all that much, did it? 

"I'd say the fine lady had talked herself into something," Norris said and I 
felt the car start to jolt around. I figured that we'd turned off the main 
road and were driving along one that wasn't used too much. 

"Broads have a way of talking themselves into things," Arnie said. I found 
myself wondering why even somebody who was as stupid as that beast, felt 
they knew so much about what other people did and just why they did it. 

I'd been thinking for a long time that people were trying to find too many 
answers for too many things. Nobody could just do something for the sake of 
doing it anymore the way it had once been. If you crossed the street you had 
to have a reason for doing so other than just wishing to be on the other 
side. 

In spite of Arnie, I did manage to turn my head and get a look up over the 
rear of the front seat for myself. All I could see were Stan's bare 
shoulders and Norris's broad shoulders but wasn't that all I really should 
have expected to see with that redheaded bitch up there in the front seat 
with Stan? 

I was hardly some sweet little virgin who didn't know what was going on in 
the world. I'd read about those older broads who loved to get their hands on 
healthy young men such as Stan and teach him all the twisted things about 
sex just for the pure hell of it. That was why I'd always stuck to teaching 
the boys how to fuck a girl, so they wouldn't hurt her while doing so. It 
was the one natural way for them to release all of their pent-up sexual 
desires that were bound to get out of control from time to time. 

There was no need to teach those handsome young men I took into the den, all 
those twisted ways of enjoying sex, for that was hardly what sex was all 
about. Sex was meant to be clean and beautiful and shared only between two 
willing partners who really felt something for each other. It was wrong for 
young people to think that kind of natural sex between two people was evil 
and dirty. 

"Hey! that feels funny!" Stan gasped and I could only guess as to what that 
bitch was doing to the poor boy's hard cock with that tongue of hers. 

"You failed to show the lad some things he should known, it would seem," 
Arnie said and he gave me a good hard swat on my bare ass. 

"What does he need to know that for?" I asked and my voice surprised me by 
sounding so very natural. "That's not the kind of sex two normal people 
enjoy." 

"You saying you never gave that old man of yours a real good blow job and 
let him spurt his juice deep into that pretty white throat of yours!" Arnie 
said and the idea seemed to come as a complete shock to him. 

"It's not the way to show your love for a person," I said and tried to sit 
up once more, only to find how rough those hands on my soft flesh could 
really get. 

"I always thought of it as the one real way a bitch could show a man how 
much she thought of him," Arnie said. "Don't you even read any of the latest 
books and things, so you know what's happening all around you? 

"You've got to remember that you're talking to a lady of class," Norris said 
and from the tone of his voice I knew he really didn't have too much respect 
for women of my type, which put us in the same boat. 

"Hell, how come she plays around with these young punks if she has got so 
much class?" Arnie asked and his one hand was between my thighs searching 
for my slit. 

"Well, even a lady with class has to have so much good fucking," Norris said 
and from the tone of his voice you got the idea he was talking to a small 
child. "When they don't get it at home from their own man, they find 
somebody else to give it to them." 

"You mean that as long as she don't go from bar to bar looking to be picked 
up, getting sex from another man is okay in her crowd," Arnie said and he 
slipped two fingers into my slit and those tiny red cells deep inside my 
sloshy cunt were starting to churn like crazy once again. 

"Well, maybe not with her crowd, but at least in her own mind, so she can 
look at herself in the mirror every morning without getting sick to her 
stomach," Norris explained and I had the feeling that he had lost Arnie just 
the way I had been losing Stan all day trying to explain something that the 
party we were trying to reach just couldn't grasp. 

"Man! I'm glad I never got any fucked-up notions about sex, like that," 
Arnie said and those two fingers of his couldn't have felt more like a nice, 
hard cock thrusting up and down within my tight passage. 

I lay there feeling my breathing become deeper and deeper while my passion 
mounted. I'd heard women tell about being raped and reaching a much better 
orgasm than they'd ever had while making love. When I'd first heard a woman 
tell that kind of a story, I'd been sure she was sick or she just couldn't 
have reached an orgasm while being raped. It just wasn't right! 

Lying there on the rear seat of that jolting, rocking station wagon I was 
beginning to see things in a whole new light. The human body is not 
controlled by our brains the way we'd like to think it happens to be. It 
happens to be controlled by millions of organs within its depths. Once those 
organs are aroused, our bodies respond and there is nothing we can do about 
it. 

So, Arnie wasn't making love to me. He wasn't actually raping me either. 
What the beast was doing was exciting and arousing those millions of organs 
which made up my being, so that my body was ready to be used whatever way he 
might so desire. 

It was what Judith was doing to poor Stan, with one small difference. Thanks 
to the brief training I'd already given that wonderful boy, he was ready for 
whatever Judith wished to do to him. Not only ready for her, I was sure, but 
waiting, almost too eagerly. 

"Ah! that feels so warm and tight!" Stan gasped and I could almost picture 
Judith's mouth moving up and down, up and down over the staff of his swollen 
cock. 

"You really like that don't you, son?" Norris asked the boy and chuckled 
softly. 

"I never dreamed anything could feel so good," Stan said and there was a 
tightness in his voice I hadn't heard even back in the den when I'd taught 
him the joys to be found fucking a woman. 

So, I was starting to think the way that trio did. Could you really blame me 
with two orgies taking place there in that jolting, rocking station wagon. 

"My poor boy," I moaned and felt my first orgasm coming on and I knew it was 
going to be a strong one which would, of course, make Arnie very pleased 
with himself. 

Wham! Wham! 

Oh, yes I reached an orgasm that shook the whole of my very being. I'd have 
said it couldn't happen to a plain, every day little housewife such as 
myself. It did happen though, so I knew I'd have to be changing my whole way 
of thinking. If the trio got the whole story of how I'd seduced Stan and 
learned of the other boys in the neighborhood and what those older boys 
called me, they would take it and twist it into something dirty and evil. 

"Ah! Ah!" Stan gasped and I knew the boy was spurting his juice deep into 
the lovely white throat of that redheaded bitch. 

Oh, I should have taught the boy how to do that but taking a hard, hot cock 
into my own mouth was something I'd never managed to master. I know there is 
a whole new outlook about oral sex, but it still seems the wrong way for a 
woman to make a man reach an orgasm, to me. 

"I'll have to say one thing for our fine lady," Judith said, when she sat 
up, licking her lips. 

"I'll bet I know what that is, baby," Norris said and braked that station 
wagon to such a sudden halt, he very nearly tossed Arnie and myself onto the 
floor. 

"Christ! you're a hell of a bad driver and your stops are even worse," Arnie 
spat. 

"What was I going to say about the fine lady?" Judith asked, not even 
seeming to have heard Arnie, which was a way she had of really getting under 
that man's skin. 

"You were going to say that she really knew how to pick a well-hung stud," 
Norris said and it was as if Arnie and I were not even there in the rear of 
the station wagon with those two. 

"At times you come so fucking close to reading my mind, you almost scare 
me," Judith told Norris and laughed. 

"Shit! I didn't even know you had a mind anybody could read," Arnie said and 
opened the rear door of the car, after withdrawing his fingers from my 
moist, throbbing slit and leaving me with a strange empty feeling. 

"Isn't there something you can do about that big mouth of our friend's?" 
Judith asked, as she opened the car door and swung her legs out, while I was 
sitting up taking a look around. 

"I think it's time to have a show of strength to decide who has the first go 
with the fine lady, once we're inside the cabin," Norris said, as he got out 
of the station wagon and stretched. 

"Hey! now that ain't fair and you fucking well know it," Arnie protested. 

"That may be the case, but that's the way it's going to be, pal," Norris 
said and his tone of voice was cold. 

I felt a shiver run along my spine. So the two men were going to let Stan 
see what happened when two animals got into it over a female. They were 
going to have some kind of fight to see which one of them got to fuck me. 

It was wrong! so fucking wrong! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

If I'd been looking for either Arnie or Norris to help me get out of the 
station wagon, I'd have been in for one big disappointment. Those two were 
nothing but beasts who just happened to walk around on two legs rather than 
four, and they weren't even as thoughtful as most dogs. Once I was standing 
alongside the station wagon, I saw the cabin sitting on the back of a narrow 
stream. It looked like the shack I'd seen in a hundred movies back when I'd 
been going steady with my husband, for he'd been one of those nuts who loved 
westerns. I thought of Arnie and Morris strapping on gun belts and facing 
each other for the big showdown. It was so funny that I started to laugh my 
fool head off. 

"What the fuck got into you, bitch?" Norris asked and he slapped my face so 
hard he nearly knocked me to my knees on that rough ground. 

I managed to keep my footing by getting my hands on the top of the station 
wagon, but my eyes blurred and even a few tears trickled from the corners of 
my stinging eyes to roll down my cheeks. Oh, I hated that man with all of my 
passion right at that moment. He didn't have any more feeling for me than he 
would have had for a dog, and all the while he was planning on fucking me. 

"Go into the cabin and get those two sets of boxing gloves, baby," Norris 
said and gave Judith a swat on that well-rounded ass of hers. 

"You really going to show your stuff?" Judith asked and quickly headed for 
the cabin, making sure both men and Stan could see the way those cheeks of 
her ass were rolling with each and every step she took. 

"Man! just seeing her walk down the sidewalk, a man could start getting a 
good hard-on," Norris said and patted Stan on the shoulder. 

"She sure is a fine looking woman all right," the boy said and he hadn't 
even lifted his eyes to look at me since we'd gotten out of the car. 

"Yeah! but if you go and bet on a horse because of its looks alone, you're 
sure as hell going to lose your shirt," Arnie said and laughed. 

"You've been asking for a good beating for a long time now, pal," Norris 
told Arnie and I got the feeling he planned on giving Arnie just that, if 
for no other reason than to show Stan what a big man he was. 

"You really going to have a fight?" Stan asked and the tone of his voice 
told me he was beginning to have too much respect for a man like Norris, who 
would only betray any respect shown him, not only by the boy, but by anyone. 

"Every now and then we put on the old boxing gloves and I'd show Arnie what 
could happen if he were to really cross me," Norris explained to Stan. 

"He was a boxer once, so it just ain't fair," Arnie said and he was almost 
whimpering. 

"The least you could do would be to act like a man," Norris said and I saw 
what a mean, vicious person he could really be if Arnie or anyone else was 
ever so foolish as to really cross him. 

Judith came from the cabin carrying the boxing gloves and grinning from ear 
to ear. Oh, she was the type of bitch who would love to see two big, strong 
men slug it out. The only thing she would like better, would be seeing two 
such men go after each other with guns and knives. That way she'd be sure of 
seeing a lot of blood spilled and she'd love seeing a lot of blood run 
freely. 

"You help Arnie slip into those gloves and make sure he ties them good and 
tight," Norris told Judith when she handed him one pair of the boxing 
gloves. 

I had backed up against the side of the station wagon to be out of the way 
once those two brutes started swinging at each other. I found that was not 
the place to be standing though, for that wagon was hot and burned my ass. 

I moved quickly away from the side of the wagon and looked around for some 
place with shade. When Norris had picked that cabin for a place for the trio 
to hide, he'd done so because it was in such an out-of-the-way place and not 
because of its beauty or the beauty of the area where it stood. 

Whoever built that cabin had to be somebody who had hated trees of any kind. 
There wasn't a tree for as far as the naked eye could see and in that flat 
county you could see for a long, long way. 

"What's the matter bitch?" Norris asked, as Stan held one of those boxing 
gloves so he might slip one of his hands into it. 

"That sun is going to burn my flesh to a crisp if I have to stand out in it 
too long," I replied, for I was darned if I'd let that beast know he had me 
scared. 

"Shit! I kind of like my broads to have a real nice tan all over every inch 
of their bodies," Norris said and chuckled at his own joke. 

"You never like it when I lie around trying to get a sun tan, even wearing a 
bathing suit," Judith said. 

"That's because he knows you're out looking for a hell of a lot more than a 
sun tan, cunt," Arnie said and got his face really slapped hard for making a 
crack like that to a lady, even though you could hardly have called Judith a 
lady. 

"I'll get Norris to use more than those boxing gloves on you if you keep 
talking smart like that," Judith hissed and she seemed to be trying to make 
her dislike for Arnie known so much that it seemed a little phony. 

"Yeah! you'd like to see me worked over with a knife." Arnie said and I 
started to get the feeling that there just might have once been something 
between those two they didn't wish Norris to ever learn about, and while I 
didn't really know that man, I could side with them. 

"Cut that crap out," Norris barked and for once both Judith and Arnie seemed 
to sense that it was time they should listen to the boss. 

Once all the chattering and bickering stopped, both men got their gloves on 
and were ready for the big show of muscles. I could see right from the start 
why Arnie had not been in favor of the match, though there hadn't been much 
he could do about it without proving that he was yellow. 

Norris moved about a small area of cleared ground and I got the impression 
those two had used that' area for one of their boxing matches before. Both 
of them seemed to know just where the fight would take place without either 
of them saying anything. 

"We'd best move back out of the way, honey," Judith told me and gave me a 
good swat on my bare ass. "You wouldn't want one of those big clowns to come 
crashing down on you, not out here." 

I didn't care much for the way she ended that or the way she seemed to think 
she could order me around, but giving her an argument seemed so useless. I 
was just a chick the three of them were going to have all kinds of fun 
playing with, until they tired of me and then I'd be very quickly discarded. 

My heart was pounding hard in spite of myself, while I watched the way 
Norris started moving around Arnie. Oh, there could be no doubt in the mind 
of anyone watching Norris move, that the man had done a lot of boxing and 
very likely had become very good at the sport. 

I'd watched a little boxing but had never really cared for it. It was always 
too brutal for my taste. I'd been offered the chance of going to Spain to 
see a bullfight once and turned it down. Not because I'd have had to go to 
bed with the man who'd offered to take me, but because I just hadn't been 
able to see myself sitting there watching while a poor, stupid bull was 
needlessly slaughtered. 

I hadn't liked Arnie from the first and there was still no real feeling in 
me for the beast. He got his kicks out of shoving people around and taking 
whatever he wished from them. Yet, I found myself wishing he'd get lucky and 
land the first real blow in that match which was so unfair. 

Norris was, of course, well aware of the fact that he had the advantage over 
Arnie. He moved around the slower man, on his toes while in a slouch. I'd 
seen some dancers move about like that and always thought it was a very 
graceful way of moving. I wished I could move with the ease with which 
Norris was moving. Maybe I'd have made a break for it and tried to reach the 
highway, if I had. 

Slowly, ever so slowly Norris was moving closer and closer to Arnie, his 
target. Once, twice, three times Norris jabbed at Arnie with his left hand 
while using his right one to be sure his own chin was protected. Each time 
that Jeff's hand made a jab towards him Arnie would duck a little. 

"Oh, for Chrissake!" Judith said and from the tone of her voice I knew she 
was getting bored because the two big, strong men hadn't gotten around to 
really slugging it out as yet. They were just feeling each other out good, 
which was the smart thing to do, but that wasn't what she was looking for. 
"Who is the hell is going to toss the first real punch?" 

Arnie tossed the first real punch and I thought there for one brief moment 
it might have been the smartest thing he could have done. His hand seemed to 
be heading right for the chin of the taunting Norris, but I should have 
known it wasn't to be. Norris was much too fast on his feet to let a clown 
like Arnie land the first real punch in any match they might have. 

A quick side step took Norris quickly out of reach and Arnie went down on 
one knee. That was when Norris proved what a real animal he was. Without 
waiting for Arnie to regain his footing, he moved in quickly bringing his 
one knee up into Arnie's chin. 

"You no good bastard, you," I screamed at Norris who turned to grin at me. 

"If you think that crumb is going to be the first one to fuck you once we're 
inside that cabin you're out of your ever-loving mind," Norris spat. 

"I hate women who go for losers" Judith said and from they way she was 
looking at me I became more sure than I had ever been, that there had once 
been something between her and Arnie. 

Arnie had gotten to his feet and was staying back away from Norris. He'd 
made one big mistake and didn't plan on doing it again if he could help it. 

Arnie should have been watching his footing just the way he was watching 
every move Norris made. He wasn't so light on his feet and when he stepped 
on a loose stone, he found himself on his knees once more. That, of course, 
gave Norris a chance to get real brave and show how much muscle he really 
had. 

"That's it! That's the way!" Judith cried out when Norris moved in on Arnie 
and really started slugging the other man with both fists. 

"That's not fighting a fair fight!" I screamed at Norris and hoped that, if 
nothing else, Stan would start to see Norris for what he really was. 

"Shit? I learned the real hard way that you just don't make it if you try 
playing the game fair," Norris hissed while he pounded Arnie down onto his 
side and then gave him a good kick in the stomach. 

Oh, I felt sick seeing one man beat up another in such a beastly way. All 
that Norris was out to do was show all of us what a fine set of muscles he 
really had and what he could do to poor Arnie. He'd forgotten all rules and 
seemed to feel that as long as he came out the winner, nobody was going to 
be worried about how he'd managed to do that once the fight was over. 

"Let the poor man get up at least!" I yelled and Judith slapped my face 
hard. 

"You just keep that trap of yours shut and let those two men fight this 
out," Judith hissed and I sensed that whatever she'd felt for Arnie at one 
time had turned sour inside of her. 

"You'd love to see one of those two get killed before this was all over," I 
said and there was a tightness way down inside my stomach that was worse 
than fear. 

"You sure got a lot of real screwy ideas in that pretty head of yours," 
Judith said. "Shit! even the boy is getting a blast out of watching this 
fight." 

I glanced over to where Stan stood and must confess he did seem to be 
getting a blast out of watching Norris working Arnie over that way. I'd 
heard that young men can be very violent, but had never actually seen any of 
those gangland fights I was always reading about in the paper. Seeing the 
way Stan was watching Norris so very closely, sent cold chills running along 
my spine. 

"Man! nobody is ever going to get the best of you," Stan told Norris and my 
heart felt as though it were as heavy as a rock. 

"I'll have to show you how to take care of yourself, son," Norris promised 
the boy and that might have really had me worried had I thought he'd ever 
actually take the time to show Stan any of those dirty tricks he used. "Gee! 
that would be great!" Stan said. 

"You let that boy alone!" I snapped and was looking at the gun Arnie had 
dropped onto the ground. 

That gun was within a few steps of where I stood and nobody else seemed to 
have noticed it. It was the one chance Stan and I had of getting away from 
that trio before they had time to really work me over. Oh, I knew Stan 
hadn't seen the gun, for he just stood there watching Norris. Arnie had 
foolishly gotten to his knees again and Norris was pounding him on the head 
with blow after blow. I couldn't understand why the fool had gotten back up 
on his knees at all. 

I could hear Judith's hard breathing and knew she was watching Norris with 
as much interest as Stan, Oh, that bitch would love seeing one man beat the 
hell out of the other even if they weren't fighting over her. Being sore at 
Arnie, for some reason all her own, only let her enjoy seeing him getting 
worked over that much more. 

"I give!" Arnie managed to gasp, letting his gloves fall limply to his sides 
and I moved forward to scoop up the gun he had dropped. 

I had the thing right in my hand and was starting to stand up when the blow 
came. A brutal blow which caught the back of my neck and sent me sprawling 
face down in all the loose dirt. 

"That fucking bitch was going to try and kiss us," Norris hissed. 

"You got to hand it to her for having guts enough to make the big try," 
Judith said and laughed. 

"Help me get these gloves off and I'll show her who she was fooling around 
with real fast," Norris said and then he chuckled softly. 

"Shit! you were going to have some fun with her anyway so what the hell did 
she have to lose? Judith asked. 

I heard the sound of flesh striking flesh, heard Judith cry out and guessed 
that Norris had gotten one glove off so he could slap her face good for her. 

That was his speed you know, slapping the face of a woman, knowing she 
couldn't fight back. Well, not unless she wanted to get really hurt. 

It didn't really matter anymore. I didn't care what they did to me much less 
what they did to that bitch. Everything had gone so fucking wrong, I just 
didn't know which end was up anymore. Shit! for the first time in my life I 
wasn't at all sure I had the right to take it upon myself to teach all those 
young men the facts of life. 

Yeah! now you know how fucked up I was! 

CHAPTER NINE 

"Come here and help me get this broad into the cabin before she burns to a 
crisp lying here in the sun," Norris barked and I knew he had to be talking 
to Stan, for Arnie was hardly in any shape to help anybody. 

I felt Norris grip me under the shoulder with those hard, rough hands of his 
and the soft hands of the boy gripped my other shoulder. They pulled me 
roughly to my feet and I was amazed at the change which seemed to have come 
over that gentle boy who wouldn't have dreamed of hurting a fly back there 
in my husband's den. 

Yes, I'd heard stories about how they could take a man and turn him into a 
cold-blooded killer or smooth liar. Still, it had always been something I'd 
just heard, or read about, and I'd not put that much stock in it. You're 
always hearing so many things these days you just don't know which way to 
turn. 

Feeling how roughly Stan was gripping my arm and hearing his deep breathing, 
I was beginning to fear Norris could really be able to teach him all those 
dirty tricks. The worst of it was I got the funny feeling the boy enjoyed 
gripping my shoulder the way he was, while he helped Norris drag me towards 
the cabin. Yes, I said drag, for that was just what they were doing, since I 
sure as hell wasn't going to walk into what looked so much like my own 
coffin. 

"You coming with us to watch the fun?" I heard Judith ask and figured she 
was talking to Arnie who was very likely sitting back there holding his 
throbbing head. 

"I'll bathe my head over in that stream and join the rest of you in a short 
while," Arnie said and his voice sounded just a little strained. 

"Why don't you just stick your head under the water and forget to pull it 
out again?" Judith asked, and then I heard her sharp, bitter laugh. 

"You no good bitch!" I heard Arnie hiss and Norris came to a sudden stop. 

"What the hell gives with you two?" Norris asked. "I know you don't have any 
love for each other, but I never heard you carry on like this before." 

"Maybe it's a lovers' spat," I said, just to give the big man something to 
think about while he was enjoying himself doing all of the vile things I was 
so fucking sure he was planning on doing to me, just for kicks. 

"You got to be out of your mind," Norris said, but I knew I had planted that 
little seed of doubt there in his mind and that it would start to grow. 

So, I didn't know a whole lot about men like Norris but I was hardly a 
stupid broad. Norris was a man who took what he wanted from other people. He 
was a man who couldn't enjoy having any real friends because he couldn't 
trust anybody. He took what he wanted from other people, so he lived with 
the haunting fear that there was always somebody just waiting to take 
whatever he had. 

Judith was his woman, as they say in some circles. That meant that he had to 
keep a close watch on her or some other smart guy might come along and try 
to take her away from him once he relaxed a little. He'd never thought of 
keeping a close eye on Arnie because of the way Judith and Arnie fought so 
much. 

Well, things were going to be a little different. I'd put my little seed of 
doubt in his mind and felt sure it would grow. Not only had I put that seed 
of doubt deep in his mind, but I'd given him reason to doubt those big 
fights of theirs, so every time they started fighting he'd really have 
something to worry about. 

"It's going to smell like hell in here," Norris said and opened the cabin 
door by giving it a good hard kick with one of his big feet. 

"You should hire somebody to air the place out," Judith said and laughed. 

"Very, very funny," Norris said while he and Stan dragged me into a musty 
smelling room that hadn't been opened for an airing in ages. 

"Whew! you'd better go out to the car and get those blankets and things," 
Judith said, as she moved past us, waving those frail little hands of hers 
through the air as though that was going to clear out the cabin. 

"Yeah! I guess we better do that," Norris said, letting go of me when he 
discovered I could stand up under my own power even though I felt a little 
sick. 

Stan followed Norris from the cabin like a sheep dog would have followed its 
master and I saw how impressed the boy had become with that brute. No good 
could come from a boy thinking a man such as that was some kind of a hero, 
but there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Shit! Norris was even going 
to use me to make that boy think he was a real lady's man who knew all of 
the angles when it came to treating women the way they should be treated. 

"That one chair at the end of the old table is in pretty good shape, honey," 
Judith said and gave me a swat on my bare ass. 

"You could talk him out of this if you tried," I said and tried to keep my 
voice sounding natural, so she wouldn't get the idea I was begging her for 
anything. 

"Why in hell should I do you any favors after you put that wild idea about 
Arnie and myself in the big man's thick skull?" Judith asked, as she started 
opening the cabin windows which were in fairly good shape. 

"You two have been lovers at one time or another," I said, even knowing I 
wasn't doing myself any favors. "I was sure you were a woman who'd been 
scorned." 

"Oh, we had a real hot thing going between us and then one day that little 
mouse stepped aside and let Norris move in without saying a word," Judith 
said and produced a pack of cigarettes, though I hadn't seen her or any 
other member of the trio smoke before. 

"Did Norris know you and Arnie had been lovers?" I asked and found it very 
hard to picture Arnie and the redhead as lovers, even though I'd been sure 
that constant fighting between them hadn't been for real. 

"I doubt if Norris even wondered about it," Judith said when she'd blown a 
stream of smoke into the air. "Arnie introduced me to him at a bar one night 
and he just took me up to his place and fucked me good." 

I shivered upon hearing her explain how she had come to be Norris's woman. 
It sounded as though she were no more than an animal. Men just didn't move 
in on women like that if they had any real respect for them. 

"You don't think much of me, do you?" Judith asked and there was a coldness 
in her tone of voice as well as in the look she gave me, or so I thought. 

"Does it really matter?" I asked. "I'm certainly not going to be thinking 
much of myself after this day is over and I can hardly expect anybody else 
to think much of me." 

"Did you really fuck with that young stud?" Judith asked and offered me a 
cigarette. 

"With him and every other young man of his age living within three blocks of 
my home," I confessed, taking a cigarette from the pack she held towards me. 
"I found those boys so gentle and loving that I thought of their cocks as 
their proof of their manhood and I was only teaching them that they should 
never ever force themselves upon an unwilling young girl when there happened 
to be so many little things they could do to make girls wish to have sex 
with them." 

"You really talked yourself into something," Judith said, and I got the 
oddest feeling that she actually felt just a little sorry for me. 

"Oh, I was well aware of the risk I took each and every time I seduced a 
young man of that age," I said. "I've just learned the older boys whom I 
once seduced in my husband's den call me the neighborhood den mother." 

"Boy, you could find yourself behind bars for the rest of your life," Judith 
said and shook her head. "I spent time in a state pen once and it's nothing 
to joke about." 

We heard the men returning then and once again there seemed to be that 
coldness between Judith and myself which could only be felt and in no way 
explained. 

"I think we got everything," Norris said, as he and Stan came into the cabin 
looking very much like two well-loaded pack horses ready for a long trip. 

The first thing Judith found was one of those picnic type of hampers that 
was filled with crushed ice and beer. She quickly opened two cans of the 
beer and passed one to Norris and one to Stan. I noticed the boy glanced my 
way briefly before he took the can of beer and lifted it eagerly to his 
lips. 

"I got some real good stuff here if I can only find it," Norris said and 
gave Judith a swat on her ass. 

"You're really smart carrying that stuff along when we're pulling such a big 
job," Judith said, as she handed me a can of beer. 

"Hell, I had no way of knowing we were going to have such charming company 
and we're always all so tense after pulling a big job, we need to relax 
good," Norris said, while he started going through the blankets and clothing 
which he and Stan had dropped onto the cabin floor. 

I sat there smoking and sipping away at the can of ice-cold beer wondering 
what in the world the man could be looking for that seemed to have Judith so 
bugged. She was walking up and down the cabin sipping from her can of beer 
and even glancing at the windows now and then. 

"Did you see anything of Arnie when you were out there?" Judith asked, at 
last. 

"Not a sign of him," Norris replied. 

"I heard some splashing down by the river," Stan told Judith and once more 
his eyes were on those lush legs and thighs of hers. 

"He said he was going to cool himself off good," Judith said and she wasn't 
acting as though Arnie was the worst kind of rat that had ever walked, the 
way she had been while we'd been in the car and the big argument had been 
going strong. 

"You could make yourself useful and spread a couple of the blankets out on 
that old sofa and the floor," Norris barked as Judith. 

"Why the hell not let the bitch do it?" Judith asked and I understood that I 
wasn't to let on that she and I had been doing a lot of chatting and 
learning some of each other's deep secrets, which was hardly the thing I'd 
have dreamed of doing, anyway. 

"Ha, you going to tell me you and the boy aren't going to be having a little 
fun?" Norris asked tossing a brown paper sack into the air and grinning from 
ear to ear. 

"You know how Arnie feels about the stuff," Judith said picking up one of 
the blankets and moving to spread it out over the old, battered sofa that 
stood with its back against the north wall of the cabin. 

"Give her a hand, baby," Norris said and when those eyes of his moved over 
my naked body, I felt all those tiny cells deep inside my cunt starting to 
churn about, wildly. 

"Man! she sure looks good don't she?" Stan said, watching me get to my feet 
and I could see that just a little of the older man's crudeness was starting 
to wear off on the boy, already. 

I grasped one end of the blanket and helped Judith spread it out over the 
old sofa. We covered that poor old thing with two of those fairly thick 
blankets and while I had no love for the feel of wool blankets against my 
bare flesh, I knew it would be better to lie on one of them than on that old 
sofa and have a spring poking up into the soft flesh of my bare ass. 

I glanced from the corner of my eye when we started to spread two blankets 
on the floor and saw Norris had moved to the chair on which I'd been 
sitting. He had that paper bag open, what looked like a cigarette paper in 
his hand, and seemed to be about to roll a cigarette for himself. 

It struck me as just a little odd that with all of that money out there in 
the station wagon, he should be rolling a cigarette for himself. That was 
when I remembered some of the remarks Judith had made and a chill ran along 
my spine. I was suddenly sure that for the first time in my life I was 
watching a man roll a joint. 

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked and my voice no longer sounded like my 
own. 

"Have you ever tried smoking any of this?" Norris asked before he took a 
handful of powderish looking stuff from the paper bag. 

"Not if it's what I'm thinking," I said and knew I was going to be asked 
whether I liked the idea or not. 

"I'll bet every nerve in your body feels so tight you'd like to scream your 
fool head off," Norris said and chuckled softly. 

"You couldn't be more right," I confessed, aware that he still hadn't told 
me what he had in his hands. 

"Well a few good puffs on one of these and you'll feel kind of happy," 
Norris promised. 

"Now don't go and make promises to her you can't back up when the time 
comes," Judith said. 

"You know what a smoke does for you," Norris said. "The boy is in for a real 
treat, too." 

"You know everybody reacts differently to pot," Judith said. "Arnie gets 
nothing out of smoking it." 

"Now that's because Arnie got busted once for having too much on him and 
shooting off his mouth so the wrong guys learned he had it," Norris said and 
then he pulled a book of matches from his pocket. 

"You know how on edge this bitch is, knowing you're going to fuck her while 
the boy watches you," Judith said. "You don't honestly think a few puffs 
will make her forget that, do you?" 

"To be perfectly honest with you I ain't too worried about it one way or the 
other," Norris said after taking a deep drag on the twisted looking 
cigarette. 

"No, I didn't really think you were," Judith said and she moved forward to 
take the cigarette from Norris. 

"Come over here and sit that pretty, soft ass right here on my knee, baby," 
Norris said and patted his knee. 

I took a glance at Stan and when the boy moved forward to take the cigarette 
Judith was holding towards him, I decided everything was really fucked up 
and moved forward to sit on Norris's knee. His arm went around my narrow 
waist at once and his one hand dropped down to start moving slowly up and 
down over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs. 

I felt Norris start to kiss my neck and then behind my ear and began to 
understand why he'd been able to move in on a bitch like Judith with such 
ease. While he was so crude, it made a woman such as myself just a little 
sick even thinking about having his hands on me, knowing Judith found him a 
much better lover than Arnie. 

"Ah!" I gasped, feeling the rough fabric of those pants rub against the soft 
flesh of my bare ass, while that hand moved slowly upward over the soft, 
warm flesh of my inner thighs. 

Closer and closer that hand came to my steaming, churning cunt and I was 
well aware of the fact that soon my boiling passions were going to have me 
whimpering and moaning like an animal. Then Judith was moving in close to me 
and holding that twisted-looking cigarette towards my lips. 

Yes, I opened my lips and let Judith place that weed between them. Oh, if 
that smoke could only make me feel gay and happy the way Norris had 
promised. Shit! anything would be better than feeling all tied up in knots 
the way I was at that moment. 

Even having a nice, hard cock thrusting up and down, up and down within my 
tight cunt would feel better. Well, I was sure I could count on that 
happening before too fucking much longer! 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Ah!" I sang out when Norris slipped those two thick fingers of his deep 
into my slit and started really fingerfucking me. 

"Man! I see why this bitch decided she should seduce all of those 
neighborhood studs," Norris said and his other hand cupped my big right tit 
while he took a puff on the weed Judith held to his lips. 

Stan had moved up close behind Judith and had one arm around her waist. If 
she was aware of the boy being so close and what he might have on his mind, 
she sure wasn't letting on to anybody. 

"Here, take another puff," she said and placed the weed between my lips. 

I took a long drag and held the smoke deep down there in my lungs the way 
I'd seen Norris do. Shit! if I was going to smoke the thing I might just as 
well do it right and get all the enjoyment from it I could. Maybe it was 
like fucking? If you didn't really put everything you had into fucking you 
could hardly expect to reach a full orgasm that would actually shake the 
whole of your being. 

"Hey! I think our little friend is catching on fast," Norris said and there 
honestly seemed to he a note of pride in the tone of his voice. "She may 
never have smoked pot before, but she's going at it like a pro." 

"It's sort of like sucking a cock for the first time," Judith said and her 
arm went around Stan so she seemed to have been fully aware of how close 
he'd moved to her and not minded, I was sure, what he had on his mind. 

"Yeah! I guess it would be," Norris said, pulling and twisting my body so 
that he might get at the nipple of my big left tit with those thick lips of 
his and the tip of that wide tongue. 

I found myself growing a little stiff remembering the way Arnie had sort of 
chewed on my poor nipple. Hell! Arnie had even gone to all the trouble of 
making sure he drew some blood from the creamy white mound of my tit before 
he'd given up and let me go. 

"She really don't think much of having any kind of an orgy with you right 
now, baby," Judith said and laughed before she started kissing Stan. 

Stan locked both his arms around that redhead and pulled her body in hard 
against his own. I couldn't see any of that mouth action but I'd have bet 
Judith had her tongue inside the boy's mouth. Well, at least the boy wasn't 
standing there watching while Norris used those fingers of his to stretch 
the lips of my cunt wider and wider, for if he had, he'd have been able to 
see deep into the very depths of my widely spread cunt, and he wasn't ready 
for that. 

"That boy is a real stud," Norris said and laughed just before his thick 
tongue moved over my nipple and, of course, I felt the creamy white flesh 
around the base of it starting to tingle. 

Oh, I was becoming fully aroused sexually and I'd have to lie were I to tell 
you otherwise. I was becoming much more aroused sexually than I'd been in a 
long, long time and if you don't think that was bothering me, you're plain 
out of your head. I didn't wish anything from the man who was holding me on 
his lap and arousing me, and yet I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me good. 

Oh, I know it sounds all crazy and mixed up, but that's how it is when 
you're sexually aroused. You don't really know what you want or don't want. 

Shit! that last doesn't make any sense at all, but that was just the way I 
was thinking at that moment. My poor cunt had been pulled open as far as it 
was possible for it to be pulled and one fingertip was playing around with 
my clitoris. I was going to have an orgasm even before a nice, hard cock was 
driven deep into the center of my being. 

"Christ! I think it's time we moved over onto that sofa, baby," Norris said 
and shoved me up onto my feet so he might stand up, too. 

"You're getting horny, lover," Judith cooed and I might have thought she was 
talking to Norris if her hands hadn't been sliding down over Stan's lean, 
firm body towards the tops of those brief, skintight trunks the boy was 
wearing. 

"I knew my girl couldn't keep her hands off a good-looking young stud like 
that for long," Norris said and chuckled while shoving me roughly towards 
the old sofa. 

I must confess, here, that there was something about being shoved around 
which was starting to get to me. Perhaps it had something to do with the 
fact that my husband had always been, more or less, the perfect gentleman 
and never really given me the sexual fulfillment I'd craved. If he had, I'm 
sure I'd never have started to seduce all of those good-looking young men in 
the neighborhood. 

"Now stretch out on the sofa and put one leg up over the back of it," Norris 
ordered. 

"Hey! you going to give the boy his first lesson in real oral lovemaking?" 
Judith asked and laughed for she surely knew I'd guessed what she'd done to 
Stan in the front seat of the station wagon... 

"You going to keep your hands off him long enough to let him watch a real 
pro in action" Norris asked. 

I dropped onto the sofa and tossed my right leg up over the back of it as 
ordered. I wasn't going to try and argue with a beast like Norris at that 
point and get myself slapped around real good. He wasn't the kind of man to 
argue with when he was so sexually aroused. 

As I lay there, Norris started to remove his own clothing and I found myself 
thinking that in spite of everything, that beast really did have a good 
body. Perhaps I'd be able to resort to that old trick of mine and close my 
eyes so I could pretend that it was Stan who was between my widely spread 
thighs, shoving his cock up and down, up and down within my pulsing twat. 

I got a look at those thick, hairy thighs at that moment and there went my 
big plans. No boy like Stan ever had such thick thighs, with so much thick 
hair covering them. No, not even my husband had a pair of thick thighs like 
those Norris had. "You two look like a pretty good match," Judith said and 
laughed and I figured she was talking about all the thick hair covering my 
mound and his legs. 

"I don't see how a man or woman could help but get his mouth full of hair," 
Norris said and his big hands were once again moving slowly up over the 
soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs and he hadn't even taken off his tight 
shorts. 

Oh, he didn't have to remove those shorts of his to let me see how big a 
cock he had. He'd made a point of letting everybody know how well hung Stan 
was and it seemed funny. From the way the crotch of those tight, brief 
shorts was bulging, I knew Norris had a real big cock. 

"What are you going to do?" I managed to ask in spite of that lump in my 
throat which seemed to be a good three sizes larger than it ever had been 
before. 

"Why have myself a good taste of your cunt juice," Norris said, while his 
one hand moved to the lips of my cunt. 

"You don't want all that hair in your mouth," I said, though I had the 
feeling that the time had come when having so much pubic hair covering my 
fully mature cunt, wasn't going to save me from learning, firsthand, what 
real oral sex was all about. 

"Ummm, taste as good as they look," Norris said and flicked the tip of his 
tongue ever so lightly over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh. 

"You're a real animal," Judith said and laughed, though there was something 
strange about the sound of that laugh, or was my mind just playing its crazy 
tricks on me again? 

It seemed as though my mind was having a real field day when it came to 
playing tricks. Shit! maybe the whole thing had all been in my mind from the 
very beginning and I wasn't being held as hostage and about to be forced to 
take part in the wild kind of sexual orgies which I'd been reading about. 

Ha! that was a real laugh! The tip of that tongue moving in tight little 
circles over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh was no trick of the 
mind. Those two fingers moving through that thick patch of my pubic hair to 
reach the lips of my cunt, sure as hell weren't any fucking trick of my mind 
and I damn well knew it. 

Oh, it could have been so wonderful being able to tell myself that the whole 
thing wasn't really taking place at all. I could live with myself later and 
not even flinch when I took a look in the mirror every morning. It just 
didn't work out that way though, for I could feel the warm air from the 
cabin pouring deep into my cunt and I could feel those tiny cells in there 
starting to churn and whirl around and around, so I'd be having a good 
orgasm before I even had the pleasure of getting a cock shoved deep into the 
heart of my burning honeyhole. 

"Oh, ah!" I cried and felt myself reaching the peak of a really good orgasm. 

"Shit! ain't nobody going to tell me this bitch don't want a real good 
fuck," Norris said and I doubt if he was talking to anybody special. 

"It really makes you feel like a man hearing any broad moan and whimper like 
that, don't it?" Judith asked and her voice sounded very cold, a little 
bitter. 

"You going to tell me moaning and groaning because a man is fooling around 
with your cunt or tits don't make every one of you broads feel like a real 
woman?" Norris asked and he'd leaned way down, so close, that when he spoke 
his hot breath was pouring deep into my cunt. 

Wham! Wham! 

I reached two more real strong orgasms and was wishing I had been given a 
chance to drink more of that beer. Oh, I had heard all sorts of wild tales 
about what sex was like for women, and men who had had a good smoke, but I 
was finding it just didn't seem to be so in my case. 

I could hardly remember what that smoke had tasted like. All I could feel 
was that tongue, moving so lightly over the soft flesh of my inner thigh and 
that hot breath pouring deep into the depths of my cunt. 

Oh, that man was driving me wild with that hot breath of his, while those 
fingers of his, moving slowly over the soft flesh of my inner thighs, 
weren't helping any. They were only awakening my desires to their fullest so 
that I was shortly going to lose all my self-control. What that beast 
wanted, of course, was to hear me beg him for a fuck and he wanted to make 
me use all of those four-letter words when I did that begging. 

"Down, baby," Judith purred and I turned my head to see that bitch was 
getting Stan to stretch out there on the old blanket we'd spread on the 
floor. She'd stripped the boy's brief trunks off of him, so that young, hard 
cock of his jutted out before him, very proudly. 

"You going to let me see your tits?" Stan asked reaching for the front of 
Judith's blouse. 

"You really want to have a good look at my tits?" Judith cooed. 

"Man! I never really noticed girls had tits until I saw those Mrs. Parker 
has," Stan confessed. 

"You've started to grow up, darling," Judith cooed, as she got to her feet 
and started to undress. 

She really wasn't wearing so much clothing that undressing was actually that 
much of a job. She removed her thin blouse, the brief bra beneath it and 
cupped her tits in the palms of her own hands. Those tits of hers weren't 
nearly as big as mine, few women had tits as big as mine, but they had 
cone-shaped nipples which seemed to sit on the tops of their creamy white 
mounds like two little crowns. 

So, I had made Stan aware of the fact that women had something besides two 
nice soft thighs he could run his hands slowly up and down. Well, at least 
I'd let him do enough sucking and fucking so that what was happening in that 
cabin wasn't going to blow his mind. Just the thought of what that poor boy 
would have had to go through with that Judith, had she discovered he was a 
virgin, sent cold chills running all along my spine. 

Oh, those stupid fools who would have gladly hung me from the nearest tree 
for the things I was teaching Stan and all of the other young boys in the 
neighborhood. They just couldn't, or wouldn't, see that those good-looking 
young boys had every right to know all there was to know about sex long 
before those stupid laws said they should. 

No, those laws were never going to be changed for there were too many stupid 
people in the world. 

"Ah!" I cried out, feeling the tip of that hot, thick tongue going down into 
the very depths of my cunt and touching every single one of those tiny red 
cells within it, while it did. 

Shit! if that tongue touched my hard clitoris I was going to have an orgasm 
that would blow the top right off my fool head. No, Norris wasn't going to 
be fool enough to let his tongue touch my clitoris and give me that kind of 
orgasm before he had the pleasure of hearing me begging him for a good fuck. 

I had sensed that man was more animal than he was human almost from the very 
first. Well, everything that was happening was only going to prove how very 
right some of those first impressions could be, even though we're told so 
often not to trust those first impressions. 

"How much hair you got between your legs?" Stan asked Judith, which was 
something he'd never ever have dreamed of asking any woman earlier that very 
morning. 

"Would you really like to see, darling?" Judith asked and whirled so that 
she was standing with her back to the boy. 

I watched Judith's full, bare ass come into view and bet Norris had had some 
fun with that. He was animal enough so that he wouldn't be too worried about 
which hole he shoved that hard cock of his into, as long as it happened to 
belong to a female. 

When shed stripped naked, Judith turned around very slowly so Stan might get 
a look at the thick patch of red curls which seemed to grow only around the 
very top of her fully developed cunt. Watching the boy's eyes, I could see 
he liked being able to have that good a look at Judith's full cunt when all 
he'd really been able to see between my legs had been that thick mass of 
pubic hair. 

"Man! did I really put my cock into such a narrow slit when I fucked, Mrs. 
Parker?" Stan asked and Norris drove that tongue of his all the way to the 
bottom of my cunt channel while his fingertips seemed to be trying to dig 
their way right in under the soft flesh of my inner thighs. 

"Would you like a real close look, maybe even a chance to touch my pussy 
ever so gently?" Judith asked, dropping to her knees so that her hairless 
cunt mound was so close to the boy, he couldn't have resisted reaching out 
to touch it if he were human at all. 

Oh, Stan was human all right! I'd learned that in the den and was learning 
it there in that cabin. He was so human that Judith and Norris were going to 
turn him into some sort of sexual monster who would never be able to get 
enough sex. 

Oh, what a sad thing to have happen to such a fine, gentle boy. I couldn't 
help cursing myself for having thought I'd had the right to awaken his eyes 
to the pleasure of sex earlier that day. 

It was done though! There was nothing I could do to prevent whatever 
happened next! Nothing whatsoever! 

That's what really hurt so fucking much! 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Um, I go for broads who are smart enough not to get a roll of fat around 
their middle," Norris said when he'd tired of lapping up my love juice and 
started kissing his way up over my flat stomach. 

I'd have given anything if that old sofa had had a good arm on the end of it 
so I could have gripped it firmly with my hands. One thing always bugged me 
whenever a man was fondling and kissing my body to arouse my sexual desires 
to their fullest. Strange as it may sound, that happened to be a need to 
have something to do with my hands. 

Now Judith didn't seem to have that problem and she was a lucky bitch. She'd 
moved so close to Stan the boy could have been licking the soft flesh of her 
inner thighs by just turning his head had he so wished, but I was sure he 
hadn't even thought of doing that. 

Stan had one hand over that full, almost hairless mound of her cunt, so he 
wasn't thinking about anything else in the world just then. With that soft 
warm mound of flesh held so firmly in the palm of his hand, no boy who had 
been a virgin such a short time before could have been expected to be 
thinking of anything else in the whole wide world. 

Judith was cupping her own tits in her hands, that's why she didn't worry 
about what to do with those hands of hers, while a male was arousing her 
sexual desires, and trying to lift those nipples of hers up against her 
chin. It seemed like sort of a stupid thing to do, until you remembered it 
wasn't something she was actually thinking about doing at all. 

I felt Norris touch the base of my left tit's creamy white mound with the 
tip of his skilled tongue. His hands were moving up over my rib cage at that 
moment and every nerve in my body was as taut as it could possibly have 
been. Ha! how foolish I was, thinking that. 

The feel of that hard, hot cock against the soft, warm flesh of my one inner 
thigh awakened me to that fact in one hell of a hurry. I'd been so busy 
watching Stan and Judith, I'd been totally unaware of the fact that Norris 
had removed those tight, brief shorts of his. The feel of that hard, hot 
cock's head against the soft flesh of my inner thigh awakened me to it in a 
hell of a hurry. 

"Easy, easy," Norris said when he felt my body grow so taut beneath the full 
weight of his own bigger, heavier one, once I knew he'd removed his shorts. 

"Why don't you stop this just playing around and do what you're planning on 
doing?" I asked and almost looked around to see who had come into the cabin 
and asked that question. 

"Now you wouldn't wish to rush a thing as wonderful as a good, long fuck 
would you, baby?" Norris asked and laughed that dirty sounding laugh of his. 

"You really going to fuck me?" I asked, for there was a slight doubt 
starting to form in my mind. 

"He'll fuck you like you've never ever been fucked before in your whole 
life," Judith promised. 

I had always tried so hard to remain a lady and not think about sex in any 
way but a good, clean way. I'd thought of a man's cock as his manhood, my 
cunt as my canyon of passion, but I was finding myself thinking the same way 
Norris and Judith thought. I guess you might say they were brainwashing me 
so I'd never feel the same about anything again. 

I'd seduced all of those teen-age boys in my neighborhood and had myself 
thinking I wasn't doing it just because I was a bitch who needed that much 
sex. I'd actually had myself thinking I was teaching those boys that they 
should never ever use force when they wished to fuck some young girl. It had 
made it so very, very easy and so right. Oh, what tricks my mind played on 
me. 

So, I was being forced to face up to my real reasons for having seduced all 
of those teen-age boys. At least none of the boys I'd seduced had ever 
gotten into trouble with the police or raped a girl. That wasn't some trick 
my mind had played on me. 

Ah, the head of Norris's cock was touching the slit of my cunt and my mind 
was racing way ahead of the action. I could almost feel the hard, hot head 
of that cock start moving slowly up and down along the full length of my 
cunt slit. 

"Did that boy get you really aroused before shoving his green cock into you, 
bitch?" Norris asked and his breath was so hot on the mound of my left tit 
it almost burned. 

"The boy was a virgin," I gasped, feeling every one of those tiny red cells 
deep within my cunt churning around and around as my desire mounted. 

"I'll bet you even had to take that tender young cock in your hand and ease 
it deep into your own cunt," Norris said and he was playing with me the way 
a cat often played with a mouse before landing the death blow. 

"This isn't the first time in my life I've been raped," I informed the 
beast, Norris, for while I was sure telling him that wouldn't stop him from 
doing what he wished, I did feel it would give him something to think about. 

"So you were raped once," Norris said and his dirty laugh told me he didn't 
think a broad could really be raped. 

"How old were you at the time, bitch?" Judith asked and I found Norris had 
moved his body so that I was no longer able to see her and Stan thanks to 
his one shoulder. 

"My early teens," I replied not seeing what business it was of hers. 

"I'm starting to understand some things," Judith said and laughed softly. 

"You really trying to tell us you've got brains enough in that head of yours 
to even know what time of the day it is?" Norris asked and just the very tip 
of his cock's head was eased in between the lips of my cunt. 

Oh, that man was clever when it came to arousing a broad's sexual desires. 
He was well aware of the fact, I'm sure, that I could feel all the heat from 
that tiny slit in the head of his hard, hot cock pouring deep into my cunt. 

"Don't you get the picture?" Judith asked Norris. "As a teen-age girl she 
got raped by an older man whom she'd been foolish enough to trust. It left 
its mark buried so deeply, that she has since found an excuse for turning 
around and seducing, raping, good-looking teen-age boys who live in her 
neighborhood." 

Oh, God! There was Judith, of all people, trying to find answers for why I 
had turned my talents to seducing those teen-age boys in my neighborhood. My 
own reason for having seduced all of those good-looking young men just 
couldn't be the right one. Not on your life. 

"We have a head shrinker in the house," Norris said while he eased just a 
little more of his cock into my throbbing cunt. 

"I was only teaching those young men that they could get a young woman to 
fuck with them without using force," I said and pressed my feet hard against 
the arm at the far end of the old sofa in an effort to lift myself up off 
that sofa so the whole of his hard cock would be forced into my cunt. 

"Ah, no, baby," Norris said and shifted the weight of his body so I wouldn't 
be able to force my cunt up over the staff of his hard cock. 

When Norris shifted the weight of his body like that, it gave me a chance to 
see what Judith and Stan were up to down there on the floor. What I saw only 
helped make my desires churn faster and faster. 

Stan lay on his back there on the floor and Judith had one knee on either 
side of the boy's head. That, of course, put her hairless cunt mound 
directly over his face so that he might lick the full length of its slit 
with the tip of his tongue. I didn't like what the boy was doing at all, but 
I really couldn't say much about it. 

Stan's chest was rising and falling while his tongue moved up and down along 
the full length of Judith's slit. It didn't seem to me that he had been 
breathing that hard when he'd fucked me the first time. Oh, it hurt to see 
how that boy was so eager to get at that hairless cunt of Judith's when he'd 
been so shy with me. 

A good two inches more of hard cock slipped into my tight cunt channel and I 
stiffened so I'd be ready. Perhaps there was a chance, I thought, Norris had 
forgotten he planned on making me beg him for a real good fuck. Ha! I should 
have known that man wasn't going to be forgetting anything which would make 
him feel like such a big, big man. 

"How does it feel, bitch?" Norris asked. 

"How does what feel?" I asked, knowing damn well what he was talking about. 

"How does it feel having all of that nice, hard, hot meat inside your hungry 
pussy, baby?" Norris asked and started to slowly withdraw all that good, 
hard meat. 

"No! please don't!" I was forced to gasp, for I'd been fucked too often and 
lacked getting any satisfaction from it to let any man, even a beast like 
Norris, refuse to fuck me after letting me feel his cock in my cunt channel. 

"You're a real bastard, baby" Judith said and laughed when she heard me 
begging Norris not to withdraw that cock of his from my burning cunt 
channel. 

"You're doing all right on your own I'll bet," Norris said and glanced over 
his own shoulder to see how Judith had placed one knee on either side of 
Stan's head so that her cunt mound was directly over the boy's hungry mouth, 
mouth. 

"You don't see me trying to pull away from the boy," Judith said. 

Judith did have that one point in her favor, though I was sure it wasn't 
something she planned. Stan was gripping her lush thighs with those hands of 
his and while he was usually a very gentle young man, I had felt the 
strength in those soft hands of his. That boy wasn't going to let her move 
away from him without a fight of some kind, I was sure. 

"I think you know what I want to hear, baby," Norris said and withdrew all 
but the very head of his cock from between the lips of my cunt. 

"You want me to beg you for a fuck," I whispered. 

"Let's say I want to be sure you really want all of my cock shoved deep into 
your cunt, baby," Norris said and he laughed softly. 

"You think you're so very, very clever," I said, even though everybody in 
that cabin had surely known that I was going to be begging Norris for a real 
good fuck. 

"Shit! I'll bet you sucked the boy's cock real good to arouse him that first 
time," Norris said and laughed. 

"No, not that!" I made the mistake of saying which, of course, was the wrong 
thing to do with a man like Norris who had only been looking for a new kind 
of sexual thrill. 

"Ah, so the lady don't go for the idea of sucking a cock," Norris said. "Get 
the boy on his feet and bring him over here, Judith!" 

"What the hell for?" Judith asked. "He happens to be very busy right at the 
moment." 

"I know how busy he is, but I've gotten myself a real mind-blowing kind of 
idea," Norris replied. 

"You want to try something different, boy?" Judith asked Stan and I knew he 
would be only too eager. 

"I guess so," Stan said and let go of Judith's lush thighs so she might get 
to her feet, though I felt sure he hadn't been too eager to let go of her 
thighs. 

"Once in awhile Norris dreams up something real wild," Judith promised, as 
she helped the boy to his feet. 

"This is going to be the wildest orgy that ever happened," Norris bragged. 

"It better be good, lover," Judith warned. "It had better be real fucking 
good!" 

Yeah! it proved to be good all right! Real fucking good! 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Now just take a real close look at that young cock," Norris said and pushed 
himself up onto his knees when Stan stood alongside the old sofa. "Can you 
honestly say it's not a fine looking cock?" 

"Oh, it's a fine looking cock all right," I said, trying to make my voice 
sound real cold so that beast, Norris, would never know what was happening 
way down in the pit of my stomach. 

"Tell her how good that cock tastes," Norris said and he gave Judith a good, 
hard swat on her bare ass. "I'm sure Mrs. Parker knows that you were sucking 
it when you and the boy were in the front of the station wagon." 

"That's a real good cock, both in looks and taste," Judith confessed and 
from the way she dropped her eyes when she spoke, I knew she hated Norris 
for forcing her to turn the boy over to another woman. 

"Show the boy how to straddle the lady's head so that fine cock of his will 
be right over her hungry mouth," Norris ordered Judith, and from the tone of 
his voice, even that bitch knew it was an order he expected to be carried 
out with no questions asked. 

Judith patted Stan lightly on his ass and moved him up so he stood at the 
head of the sofa. She stroked each of his fine, muscular thighs with her 
hands until he'd spread his feet as wide as he could spread them. Once he 
stood spread-legged at the head of the sofa, looking down into my face, the 
boy seemed to grasp just what was expected of him. 

He managed to hoist himself up onto the sofa, placing one knee on either 
side of my head. That sofa was so narrow his inner thighs were against my 
cheeks so I couldn't have turned my head one way or the other had I wished. 

"You catch on real fast, son," Norris told the boy and there was that note 
of pride in his voice once again. 

"I try," was all Stan said, but he was looking right down into my eyes and 
he didn't blink or flinch in the least when he spoke. 

"You don't mind having your cock sucked by the lady, do you?" Norris asked. 

"I don't think I'll mind," the boy said and the tip of his cock touched the 
end of my nose. 

I felt my whole body grow taut when the hot, hard head of that cock brushed 
my nose ever so lightly. Norris felt it, too, for he was gripping my hips 
firmly with those rough hands of his to let me know it wouldn't be at all 
smart to start jumping around. 

"Lick the head of that cock, bitch!" Norris ordered and I knew the beast was 
really having a good time for himself, just knowing I didn't want any part 
of what he was going to make me do. 

I forced myself to stick the tip of my tongue out just far enough so that it 
barely touched the slit in the head of Stan's cock. I felt the boy stiffen 
and heard him gasp for breath. It was the same sound I'd heard him make when 
he'd been up in the front seat of the station wagon between Norris and 
Judith and I'd been unable to see her head. 

"You don't strike me as the type of bitch who ever begged for a fuck," 
Norris said. 

"That's right," I said and let it go at that, for the beast was only 
taunting me, I was sure. 

"Well, I've decided to let you off the hook," Norris said and laughed. 

"What do you want?" I asked, for I couldn't see that beast suddenly changing 
his spots and becoming the good guy all at once. 

"For every inch of the boy's cock you manage to take into your mouth I'll 
shove an inch of my good, hard cock deep into your cunt," Norris replied. 

"You really came up with one this time, lover," Judith said, as she slid her 
arms around Stan's waist. 

"What were you planning, bitch?" Norris asked Judith and it was plain to see 
he didn't want her doing anything with the boy which might spoil his own 
fun. 

"I'm going to let the boy tip his head back, turn his face to the left or 
right and lick whichever one of my tits he wishes," Judith said and laughed 
softly. 

"You catch on real fast, too," Norris said and slipped the head of his cock 
back into my fuck channel when he saw I'd wrapped my tongue around the head 
of Stan's hard cock. 

It really wasn't as bad as I'd always thought it would be. It was very much 
like the taste of a raw piece of meat which had a little too much salt on 
it. So, I swallowed hard and sucked the head of Stan's cock between my lips 
while running the tip of my tongue up along the underside of his cock's long 
staff. 

I was keeping my eyes on the way Stan was licking those creamy white mounds 
of Judith's tits and doing the same thing with my tongue to the staff of his 
cock. Oh, I was sure Norris was getting the impression I'd sucked the boy's 
cock before, but he could go to hell. It didn't really matter what he 
thought anymore. "Now you're getting with it, baby," Norris said and he 
slowly eased a good inch or so more of his own hard, hot cock into me. 

"Don't even try answering him with your mouth full, honey," Judith said and 
thought she was being very funny. 

Oh, those two were having lots and lots of fun forcing me to take the boy's 
cock into my mouth. I'd never dreamed one woman could get so much pure 
pleasure out of seeing another member of her own sex tortured so by a male. 
It seemed that I really hadn't been as sharp as I'd thought.. 

"I see we didn't lose any time," Arnie said, entering the cabin and letting 
his eyes move over the scene taking place on the old sofa. "It would seem to 
me Judith isn't getting all she should out of it." 

"What the fuck would you know about what I'm getting out of it?" Judith 
asked and I was sure those two were going to start an argument again. 

I took a little more of Stan's cock into my mouth and nearly gagged. When I 
felt Norris shove another good inch or so of his cock into my cunt channel, 
it made my sickness seem worthwhile. Oh, that man had a cock on him that had 
been meant to be shoved into a hot, burning cunt channel such as mine. 

"I wouldn't have thought it could be done," Arnie said, as he unfastened his 
belt and unzipped his pants. 

"Now what're you talking about?" Norris asked. 

"I'd never have thought you could get that fine lady to suck the boy's cock 
while you fucked her," Arnie said and for once I didn't think he was as 
stupid as everybody else seemed to think. 

"What do you plan on doing?" Judith asked and there was a something in the 
tone of her voice that gave you the impression she knew, or thought she 
knew, just what Arnie thought he was going to do. 

"See to it that you enjoy this orgy just as much as that fine lady is going 
to," Arnie replied and stepped free of his pants and shorts. 

"Maybe you have got a few brains in that head of yours after all," Norris 
said and slipped the whole of his hard cock deep into my cunt channel. 

Wham! Wham! 

I reached a full orgasm when the head of that cock hit the bottom of my fuck 
channel. I won't say it was one of those really good orgasms that shook the 
whole of my being from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, for that 
wouldn't be honest. With so much of the boy's hard cock in my mouth I 
actually doubt if I could have reached an orgasm so good. 

"Now that makes it real nice, baby," Norris said and he started moving his 
cock up and down, around and around within my tight cunt channel. 

I'd have given anything to have been able to cry out right at that moment, 
but when you've got your mouth filled with a hard young cock, that's 
something you can't do very well. Not very well at all. 

"Yeah! I've always heard you should treat a lady like a whore and a whore 
like a lady, to get any kind of respect from either of them," Norris 
explained. 

"Let me show you what to do, darling," Judith cooed and I really felt like 
screaming at the top of my head, for I could guess what that bitch was going 
to show the boy. 

Sure enough, I was right. She was gripping the boy's thighs so she might 
show him how to roll his hips. When he started to roll those fine, muscular 
hips of his, his cock just naturally started moving in and out of my mouth. 
Shit! I was being fucked from both ends at once. 

"Now hold real still, baby," Arnie said and his voice seemed to come from 
somewhere behind Judith so that there was no way I could see what he was up 
to. 

"You really interested in what Arnie is doing, bitch?" Norris asked and he 
could only have known what I wanted by watching my eyes closely. 

"Sure she wants to know what the bastard is doing," Judith said and laughed. 
"Unless you tell her she'll blow her fucking mind." 

"I don't know about blowing her mind but I do know she is in danger of 
rolling those eyeballs of hers way too high," Norris said and he was 
starting to breathe hard. 

"Go ahead and tell her what I'm doing," Arnie said. "I ain't proud and I got 
some plans of my own for later." 

"Oh, have you now," Norris said and even though that trio had me doing just 
what they wished, they were still such animals, at heart, that they had to 
toy with me. 

"Arnie is shoving his cock up into my cunt from behind," Judith said and it 
surprised me that she would cross Norris by telling me something he planned 
on telling me. 

"That's just what Arnie is doing," Norris stated and he didn't seem to be 
sore at all. "He's fucking her just like they were a couple of dogs in 
heat." 

Oh, that explained why Norris wasn't getting mad because Judith had crossed 
him up. She'd played right into his hands and he'd seen a chance to make her 
and Arnie look cheap and was having one of his nasty kind of jokes on them. 
That man never missed a chance when it came to making somebody else look and 
feel like dirt. Perhaps it was his way of making sure he could look at 
himself in the mirror every morning. 

"Man! I never felt anything like this before!" Stan gasped as his cock's 
staff worked in and out of my mouth. 

"And here all along I've been under the impression Judith was so fucking 
good at giving blow jobs," Norris said and he laughed softly. 

"The boy was too fucking scared in that station wagon to really feel the 
blow job I gave him," Judith snapped and I'd have bet there were sparks 
shooting from her eyes, so to speak. 

"Did I hurt your feelings, baby?" Norris asked and he was having a real ball 
with Judith, while I could feel that cock of his seem to swell even fuller 
as it moved up and down, around and around within my tight cunt channel. 

I could hear both Arnie and Judith breathing really hard, so it figured 
Arnie was really shoving that cock of his into Judith's cunt channel real 
good. I don't know why, but it had seemed to me that he would be the best 
lover of the two men, if you could think of either of them as lovers. 

Perhaps it was the fact that Norris had to do so much talking and let 
everybody know just what he was doing all the time that turned me off. I was 
a little surprised that he wasn't telling everybody there on and around the 
sofa that he was about to shoot his cock juice deep into me. 

"Whew! I'm getting dizzy," Judith said and I felt Stan's cock juice come 
spurting into my mouth and deep into the back of my throat so that I very 
nearly gagged on it. 

"You should be getting what our lady whore is getting," Norris said and 
started to laugh his fool head off just as his cock juice started to spurt 
deep into my cunt. 

Wham! Wham! Wham! 

I had an orgasm that had to end all orgasms with cock juice spurting deep 
into the back of my throat and deep into my cunt channel. Arnie had said he 
had plans for later on, but those plans could have worried me less. Nobody 
was ever going to make me reach that kind of orgasm again if I lived to be a 
hundred and fifty years old. Ha! little did I dream of the beastly plans 
Arnie had in the back of his mind. 

Nobody who was sane could have guessed what Arnie had planned for me later 
on. 

Nobody in the whole world. Nobody in hell, even! 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"Our fine lady sure likes her beer," Arnie said, as he handed me another 
bottle of cold beer. "Surprised I ain't seen her hanging around any of the 
taverns." 

"She wouldn't go into no taverns," Judith informed him. "If she did that, 
everybody would know she wasn't the sweet, loyal little wife she tries to 
make out she is. She seduces young teenage boys right in her own 
neighborhood in the safety of her own home." 

"The fine lady has been playing with fire," Norris said and he chuckled 
softly. "If the mothers around the neighborhood ever learn what she's been 
doing, they'll have her locked up and the key tossed away." 

Oh, if that beast, Norris, thought he was telling me something I hadn't been 
aware of, he had another think coming, In the beginning it had been very, 
very hard sleeping at night, but as time had gone by and none of the boys 
had talked, the fear had slowly vanished. 

"If all of the boys she seduced were as good at fucking as this one, she 
sure knew what she was doing and the risk she took was well worth it," 
Judith informed Norris while her hand moved slowly up and down over the warm 
flesh of Stan's inner left thigh. 

"I can remember my youth," Norris said and smiled. "I seem to recall doing 
pretty good at making it with all of the young chicks." 

"Listen to the man," Judith said and laughed. "You'd think to hear him that 
he was over the hill or something and he's all of thirty-eight years old." 

"How old are you, baby?" Arnie asked and he'd dropped to his knees between 
my feet so he might run his hands slowly up and down over my soft inner 
thighs. 

"Thirty-two," I said and didn't give a hoot if they took my word for that or 
if they thought I was feeding them a big line. 

"Yeah! I've found broads of your age to be in their prime right around that 
age," Norris replied and lighted one of his hand-rolled cigarettes. 

I sipped from the bottle of beer Arnie had handed me, while I watched Norris 
draw that smoke deep into his lungs and slowly let it out. I had a feeling 
he was going to insist that I take longer and deeper drags on that cigarette 
than I had on the first one earlier, but I didn't mind. 

I had drank enough cold beer and been fucked so good that I really wasn't 
feeling any kind of pain. I'd always found that once I'd had enough cold 
beer, nothing in the world seemed to bother me, while if I started drinking 
those mixed drinks, I just got so excited and worked up that I could hardly 
sit still for a single moment. 

"I thought you had some special plans for our fine lady," Judith said, after 
Norris had passed her the cigarette and she'd taken several real good puffs 
on it. 

"Yeah! and the time is getting real close, too," Arnie said and shifted the 
weight of his body so I might feel the head of his hard cock brush my one 
leg. 

"Ahh! the man is becoming aroused once again," Judith said and I knew she 
couldn't be talking about Stan, for the poor boy had just about had his 
limit when it came to orgasms in one twenty-four hour period. 

"So what's the big secret?" Norris asked, taking the cigarette from Judith 
and handing it to me. 

"It's this way," Arnie said. "I figure that since our very fine lady had 
never sucked a good cock before, it's just as un-likely she's never tasted 
good pussy juice." 

"Now you are getting some brains in that thick skull of yours, boy," Norris 
said and laughed a mean-sounding laugh that sent cold chills running along 
my spine. 

I found myself taking a few more drags on that cigarette than I'd planned on 
in the first place. Shit! maybe if I got high enough on that smoke and the 
cold beer, I just wouldn't even feel whatever it was Arnie had planned for 
me. I'd have bet my last dollar it wasn't going to be nice. 

"I think I'm starting to get the drift of this," Judith said and when she 
didn't laugh, that bothered me a little. 

"So, you two going to fill me in or make me wait and see what a delightful 
orgy you have planned for our very fine lady?" Norris asked and I knew he 
was once more toying with me to see if he just might not manage to make me 
mad. 

"Would we do a thing like that?" Arnie asked and refused the cigarette when 
I offered it to him, though Stan was all too eager to take it from my 
fingers. 

"Not unless you really wanted the shit beat out of you," Norris said and 
reclaimed his cigarette from the boy, to find he had but two puffs left at 
the most. 

"She is going to get on her hands and knees and lick a nice hairless pussy," 
Arnie began to explain. "While she is doing that I'll be moving around 
behind her and dropping down on my knees." 

"Ahh! you'll fuck her doggie style while she licks Judith real good," Norris 
said and started to roll a fresh cigarette. "I'm really very pleased with 
you for having sense enough to have dreamed up such a fine orgy for a very 
fine lady." 

If Norris thought for one minute that I was going to be so stupid as to 
start an argument with him or the other two, he was out of his fucking mind. 
They were going to do just what they damn well pleased and there was no use 
my trying to talk them out of it. I'd be much smarter to just go along with 
them and hope Arnie couldn't fuck for too long. 

The idea of being on my hands and knees and licking that hairless pussy of 
Judith's, sent cold chills all along my spine. It would very likely give me 
bad dreams for the rest of my life, but that trio was never going to learn 
what pure hell they were putting me through with all of their taunting. 

"Like a good drag on this, baby?" Norris asked, as he offered me the fresh 
cigarette and grinned from ear to ear. 

I took the cigarette and really dragged on it, though it didn't really seem 
to be doing a thing for me. Shit! I was so tied up in knots just knowing 
what that bastard, Arnie, was going to force me to do, that I wouldn't have 
felt one of the strongest drinks in the world. "That's more than enough, 
baby," Judith said, taking the cigarette from between my lips and laughing 
that nasty little laugh of hers. 

"I got a feeling you ain't going to be saying that once she starts driving 
her tongue deep into that hungry cunt of yours, baby," Arnie said and his 
hand moved over the full mound of my cunt. 

"Shit! I'll just bet you she don't even know what the fuck she should do 
once she gets her lips against this cunt of mine," Judith said after taking 
a long drag on that cigarette. 

"Oh, she knows," Arnie replied. "Maybe she is even trying to tell herself 
she don't know what to do right now but she knows all right." 

"I think you'll find Arnie is right about something for one of the very few 
times in his life," Norris said and again I got the impression he was trying 
to get under my skin and make me mad more than he was trying to get either 
Judith or Arnie sore. 

"You really don't think too much of women do you?" I asked and knew I was 
letting the beast, Norris, get to me. "Now I haven't had the pleasure of 
meeting too many of them who gave me any real reason for thinking too much 
of them," Norris replied and chuckled softly. 

"I'll just bet that even your own mother found it very hard to like you," I 
snapped and got my face slapped real good for being so fucking smart. 

"You don't have to start acting like a whore so soon," Norris hissed and 
blew on the hand that had slapped my face so fucking hard. 

"I think the time for our little orgy to get under way has come, baby," 
Arnie said, as he got to his feet and reached down to grasp my wrist firmly. 

Yes, the time for the little orgy, as he'd called it, had come and there was 
no longer any trying to fool myself into thinking I might just talk myself 
out of it. Arnie was going to show Norris that he could still put on a good 
orgy scene, too, and there wasn't anything or anybody going to talk him out 
of it. 

"You're getting to be more of a man than I'd once thought you'd be," Norris 
told Arnie which was like sticking a knife deep into the man's back and 
twisting it as hard as you could, so he'd be sure to feel the pain. 

Arnie felt that knife blade being twisted in his back, as if it were the 
real thing, and he took it out on my poor wrist, the way I should have 
expected a beast with his low mental powers to do. Shit! Arnie came close to 
breaking my wrist when he pulled me to my feet after that last smart remark 
Norris had made. 

"You better go over and sit down, honey," Judith cooed to Stan and then 
patted him lightly on the top of his head. 

Stan gave her a pat on her ass in return and moved over to sit on the old 
sofa. I'm sure the boy had no real idea as to what those two people were 
going to make me do, but he sure planned on seeing all the action. Just 
fucking a married lady no longer held the big thrill for him it had held 
earlier that morning. 

Judith was grinning from ear to ear when she moved to stand in the very 
center of the two blankets we'd spread on the floor with her feet spread as 
wide as she could spread them. She put her hands on her hips, tipped her 
head back and thrust her cunt forward and upward. Oh, there was no doubt in 
my mind that the bitch had played that little scene before or that she got 
her kicks from playing it. 

"Down on your hands and knees, cunt!" Arnie ordered and he gave my poor ass 
a swat that really stung. 

"Ouch!" I cried, even though I'd dropped to my knees very, very quickly so 
the bastard wouldn't have any excuse for swatting my poor ass again "Now 
don't go and leave any nasty marks on the lady," Norris said and laughed. 

"You had your fun so now it's my turn," Arnie informed Norris and even 
though I was on my knees, he couldn't resist giving me a good, hard kick on 
my ass with one of those oversized feet of his. 

Judith must have known what Arnie was going to do, for she seemed to sway 
forward just before his big foot landed on my bare ass. That brought her 
hairless cunt mound and my mouth together with more force than was needed or 
I had wished. 

"You know I've got the feeling I just found a cherry," Arnie said and 
laughed that dirty sounding laugh of his. 

"Man! you're really getting with it now," Norris said and I was sure the 
beast was becoming sexually aroused just by watching the way Arnie was 
treating me. 

I felt Arnie go down onto his knees behind me and that was when it first 
dawned on me what he'd meant by that crack about having found a cherry. The 
hot tip of his cocks head brushing the soft left cheek of my bare ass helped 
let me know just what that no-good bastard had on his mind. 

Judith had reached down to grip the back of my head firmly and was thrusting 
her cunt hard against my mouth. Shit! she wanted me to drive the tip of my 
tongue deep into that slit of hers and really work it around and around just 
the way Norris had done to my own cunt. 

Yes, I knew I was going to do just what the bitch wanted, even though it 
would kill the very last bit of pride I had left. Norris would be sure I'd 
known it before and knowing him I was sure he'd make a real big point out of 
letting everybody in the cabin know just what he thought. 

That was when I felt the hot head of Arnie's cock against that tiny rear 
hole of mine and knew for fucking sure I was going to have a cock shoved 
deep into my tight asshole. I'd heard about things like that, but it had 
never ever happened to me nor had I honestly thought it ever would happen to 
me. 

I pressed my mouth more firmly against Judith's cunt and forced my tongue 
into her tight slit. I hadn't really expected a bitch such as her to have 
that tight a slit, which only goes to prove how very wrong I could be. Just 
because she'd lived with two men, maybe even more, I'd expected her cunt to 
just gape open I guess, and when you really stop to think about it that was 
very silly. 

I found that once I'd gotten the taste of Judith's cunt flesh and juice it 
was no worse than the taste of a good, hard cock, It wasn't as good, but it 
wasn't any worse and that had to mean something. 

I really drove the tip of my tongue down into that moist cunt channel of 
Judith's, in an effort to keep from feeling too much pain as Arnie shoved 
that hard, hot cock of his deep into my tight asshole. Oh, he could have 
taken it a little easy and there wouldn't have been so much pain around that 
tiny hole, but he wasn't thinking of me right at that moment. His only 
thoughts were of proving to Norris and Judith that he was a much better man 
than either of them had thought he was. 

When that cock started moving in and out of my ass, I knew my first orgasm 
was going to come very quickly. That was one of the greatest sensations I'd 
ever felt in my whole life and every female knows that it's sensation which 
makes for real good orgasms. 

Wham! Wham! 

Once, twice, three times I reached an orgasm, while Judith reached only two, 
but then she didn't have a big, hard cock moving in and out of that tight 
asshole of hers the way I did. I even got the crazy idea that I heard the 
cabin door banging which, of course, was silly since nobody would walk out 
with such a really wild orgy happening. 

"It's coming, baby," Arnie gasped and since I could feel his cock seem to 
swell even more within my tight rear hole, he hardly had to tell me he was 
about to spurt his cock juice deep into my poor ass. Oh, he did have to let 
Norris and Judith know what a really good fuck he was giving me. I had 
forgotten all about that. 

"Ah!" Judith sang out when my tongue touched her clitoris, for I wasn't 
toying with that bitch the way Norris had been with me, earlier. 

Wham! Wham! 

Another orgasm shook the whole of my being and then Arnie was spurting his 
hot cock juice deep into my ass where I'd never before felt cock juice and I 
knew the big orgy scene was over. Surely those three people couldn't dream 
up anything any wilder than that. 

"Man! that was worth it," Arnie said when he pulled back, away from me. 
"Hey! where the fuck did Norris go?" 

We were all on our feet when we heard the sound of the big station wagon's 
powerful engine and the sound of its tires on the soft earth as Norris took 
off. 

"That fucking bastard run out on us," Judith screamed as if that would do 
her any good whatever. "We should never have left that money in the wagon." 

"Shit! he'll even call the fucking cops and tip them off as to where to find 
us and this cabin," Arnie moaned and I felt a little sick inside. 

Oh, I'd pulled a real good one when I'd started Norris thinking there might 
be something between Arnie and Judith. He'd watched those orgy scenes and 
the doubt in his mind had grown stronger and stronger. 

Well, it was too late to change anything. All any of us could do was wait 
and see what happened next. 

Would Norris call the cops or wouldn't he? I wasn't really sure just how I 
felt about that. Honestly I wasn't! 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Arnie had been all wet when he'd predicted that Norris would call the 
police. It was three whole fucking days before the four of us were found and 
that was thanks to Stan, who proved that he was going to be a leader of men. 
Shit! he proved he was a leader of men in those three days. 

"What a boy!" Judith said on the evening of the second day when Stan 
returned to the cabin after having gone for a hike, carrying two fat 
rabbits. 

Our beer ran out the second night and after that, Arnie was nothing but a 
slobbering beast. Judith kept smoking those hand-rolled cigarettes so she 
was feeling so good that even Arnie hadn't been able to get under her skin 
and he'd sure as hell tried to. 

I couldn't seem to get enough fucking, though Stan and Arnie both did their 
best trying to please me night and day. I think it had something to do with 
the fact that my nerves were so taut and I was so worried. I'd never wanted 
fucked that much before in my whole life and it scared me. I'd read that a 
woman could become so used to being fucked that she'd have no choice but to 
become a professional whore in order to get all the fucking she needed. I'd 
always laughed it off before, but during those days in that cabin, I became 
aware of the fact it could happen. 

The third afternoon Stan built a fire using as much wet wood as he could 
gather from the river bank. I'd have been glad to have given the boy a hand, 
but Norris had taken my clothes with him. Judith was thus given the chance 
to go walking along the river bank with the boy, looking for wet driftwood 
all by herself. 

"It's stupid building a fire with wet wood," Arnie told Stan. "Hell, all 
you'll get will be lots of fucking smoke for your trouble." 

"What the fuck do you think I want?" Stan had snapped back and Arnie had 
kept his mouth shut afterwards. 

Once the fire was going, I saw that Arnie had been right about how much 
smoke there would be. I'd never seen that much smoke coming from a burning 
barn filled to the roof with dry straw. 

"It seems kind of silly building a fire when it's so fucking hot," Judith 
said. 

"I want people driving along the nearest highway to see the smoke and come 
to see what's burning," Stan informed her in the same tone of voice one 
might use in talking to a very small child. 

I didn't care for the idea of our being found by police or strangers being 
naked the way I was, but I knew there was just no other way we were going to 
get away from that old cabin. If I'd had my clothes, Stan and I could have 
started walking and hoped for the best, but being bare-assed naked, that 
wouldn't be too smart a thing for us to try in that part of the country. 

It was the police who came to see what was going on at the cabin. It seemed 
the cabin had become the gathering place for young people just drifting 
through that area and the police weren't too surprised at what went on 
there. That is, they weren't too surprised until they found me bare-assed 
naked and saw how worked over I'd been. 

I was to learn what it could be like getting tangled up with the police. It 
was the first time in my life, you know, and I learned plenty. I learned 
what it was like to answer those same real stupid questions over and over 
again. Even though they knew all about the supermarket holdup and how the 
boy and I had been taken hostages, they seemed to feel there was something 
we weren't telling them. 

After the police there was my stupid husband who seemed to be more excited 
by hearing what pure hell the boy and I had been put through. I was actually 
amazed to learn he wasn't ready to kill both Arnie and Norris, but the 
thought never seemed to enter his mind. 

"I've been hearing some things around this neighborhood," he said at least. 
"Some real nasty things and I don't wish to be hearing any more of them." 

He didn't have the guts to come right out and say he'd heard that I'd been 
fucking the teen-age boys around our neighborhood but then he'd never had 
that kind of guts. 

Shit! Stan and every other teen-age boy in the neighborhood had more guts in 
their little fingers than he had in his whole body. All he could do was talk 
real fast and make money. If he thought I was going to stop seducing those 
teen-age boys around the neighborhood he was out of his fucking mind. 

Norris and Arnie had grown up not knowing how to treat a real lady. Never 
having had the chance to learn that, they just naturally treated every woman 
they met as though she were little more than an animal. 

Well, none of the young men in my neighborhood were going to grow up having 
no more feeling than that for women. I was going to make sure of that. I'd 
seduce every fucking one of them and teach them to be gentlemen when they 
were fucking a lady. 

Yet bet your ass I would! 


THE END
