FAM-165  Aunt Vikki's Incestuous Desire
[aka 'Making It With Aunt Vikki']
(Lawrence Falk)


INTRODUCTION 

Incest. The word conjures up feelings of high emotion in all of us. And yet, 
in the climate of today's shifting moral attitudes, we sometimes lose sight 
of the fact that not every member of the so-called "older generation" is a 
prude, nor is every member of the "younger generation" a thrill-seeking 
libertine. Sometimes-in fact, often-variations of this theme occur within 
the same generation and, indeed, the same familial unit. 

The principal characters in this fascinating work of 
fiction-that-doesn't-read-like-fiction are pert and incorrigible Vikki 
Haydon, from which the title of this book is taken, Carol Bauer, the 
unsuspecting young mother, and Grant, the young son and nephew who becomes 
the object of both sister's devotion. Add to these such savory characters as 
people New York's huge garment industry, and you have a first-rate situation 
for a fast-paced, no-punches-pulled treatment of a story that needs-indeed, 
has-to be told. 

Inevitably, a story with the punch and frankness of this type must contain 
scenes which are as shockingly explicit as the situation itself. 

Such scenes play a valid and irrevocable role in exposing the 
inner-personalities and motives of the participants ... and how they mesh 
and conflict to form a realistic psychological web of interpersonal 
relationships. 

Accordingly, we are proud to make this fine study in morality available to 
you, the reader. It is without a doubt a fascinating excursion into an 
aspect of American studies that has remained largely unexplored. And, we 
feel it will add appreciably to the reader's current understanding of 
contemporary psycho-sexual mores. 

The Publishers 


Chapter 1 

Young Grant Bauer reached for his fourth slice of steaming anchovy pizza and 
smiled broadly, his perfect white teeth brightening his ruggedly handsome 
sixteen-year-old face. "You were right, Aunt Vikki," he offered over a gooey 
bite of the fragrant tomato and cheese confection, "this is really groovy 
pizza!" 

Vikki Haydon returned her virile young nephew's happy smile, then cast a 
conniving wink at her pretty black roommate, Angel Manning, seated on the 
other side of the circular table from them. "Is this kid a lunch-mouth, or 
is he a lunch-mouth?" she teased affectionately. 

"It looks like love at first bite," Angel philosophized with a sly wink of 
her own. "He'll probably go down and kick the ass off the head chef at 
Shakey's when he gets back home to Philly!" 

"Hey, Aunt Vikki, can you pass the wine, please?" 

"He's a wino, too," Vikki observed, reaching for the straw-covered jug of 
marsala that dominated the center of the table. 

"I can see that," Angel observed. "Does he have any other vices besides 
gluttony and alcoholism? Avarice, perhaps? Lust? Greed?" She sounded 
hopeful. 

"None that I know of yet, Angel baby ... But then, we've got all summer to 
find out, don't we!" 

Grant smiled indulgently as he chewed, delighted with the good-natured 
bantering across the table between his beautiful young aunt and her equally 
vivacious girlfriend. It really did look like it was going to be a fun 
summer, he decided as he watched Vikki refill his glass with the sparkling 
Sicilian wine. And, he probably wouldn't miss the "gang" back in Philly as 
much as he'd thought he might when his mother had sprung the idea of his 
spending the summer with her incorrigible younger sister in the first place. 
Indeed, as he looked around at the tastefully intimate, candle-brightened 
interior of Luigi's Restaurant, he decided that New York City was where he 
would live when he got out on his own. 

"You'd better take it a little slower on that wine," Vikki cautioned, "it's 
pretty hearty stuff." 

"Aw, 'Auntie'," Angel came to his defense in mocking good-humor, "it isn't 
every day a guy gets to pass for eighteen!" 

Grant found himself warming instantly to his aunt's young roommate. At 
nineteen, she was closer to his own age than to Vikki's still-striking 
twenty-seven. She was as bubbly and outgoing as she was dark, but 
sophisticated and earthy, too, in a manner far beyond that which her years 
might indicate. He knew a few black girls from Franklin Pierce High in 
Philadelphia who were real knockouts, but certainly none with anything 
approaching the class of Angel Manning. She was of medium height and 
weight-nothing really exceptional in that-but she had the smoothest 
chocolate complexion, the most perfect white teeth, poise, and infectious 
personality he'd ever seen. 

Of course, that went without taking anything away from his luscious Aunt 
Vikki. In truth, the somewhat-older redhead was by far the best built of the 
two. Angel's breasts were nice, in a conical sort of way, not too large, but 
not small either. Vikki Haydon's, on the other hand, were positively 
melonous, like overripe cantaloupes about to burst their translucent white 
skins. Jesus, they were nearly as big as his mothers! 

"Why don't you order another pizza for this kid?" Angel suggested, the 
bell-like resonance of her sweet, Southern-tinged voice breaking Grant's 
reverie. 

"How's about it, ol' boy?" Vikki caromed. "Think you can handle another one 
of Luigi's cartwheels?" 

Grant held up his hand in protest. "No way, Aunt Vikki. I'm gonna pop my 
belt buckle as is!" 

"Sounds interesting, nephew. But, if you want any-" 

"No way!" he repeated firmly. "Shakey's 'specials' may taste like catsup and 
cardboard compared to this, but a dude can only hold so much, y'know!" 

"Sounds like he's finally filled that hollow leg, Vikki," helped Miss 
Manning. 

Angel leaned forward, the creamy brown upper slopes of her ample breasts 
straining against the low-cut bodice of her cocktail dress. She knew the 
soft powder blue velvet contrasted deliciously with her complexion, and she 
could barely suppress a giggle as she watched Grant fidget nervously in an 
attempt to get a better look without being obvious about it. Idly, she 
wondered what his cock looked like. Was it as handsome and upstanding as the 
rest of him? It was hard to believe he was only sixteen; he looked at least 
as old as she was. 

"Well kids," Vikki brightened with a surreptitious glance at her wrist 
watch, "why don't we head on back to the ranch for a little three-handed 
Monopoly ... You still like Monopoly, don't you, Grant?" 

"Aw, that's for kids, Aunt Vikki. I'm into chess now." 

"Chests?" she teased. "My you have grown since the last time I saw you!" 

* * * 

Elgin Stafford muttered a loud, "Damn!" as he dropped the telephone receiver 
back in its cradle for the fourth time in the past half hour. It was tough 
enough trying to run a business these days without putting up with this kind 
of shit! He'd told Vikki at least twice yesterday to stay near the phone in 
case Richard Garfield got to town a little earlier than expected, and now 
the little bitch didn't even have the common courtesy to call and let him 
know where she could be reached! 

There were other girls at the agency he could call, of course, including 
Angel Manning. But, Garfield had been explicit in his request for, "the best 
cocksucker you've got." And, with the kind of business Garfield was capable 
of procuring, he deserved the best! 

Quickly, Stafford snatched the receiver back up in his sweaty palm and began 
to dial Vikki Haydon's number for the fifth time. "You better be home this 
time," he threatened the mouthpiece, "or you can start looking for another 
modeling agency!" 

As he waited for the phone to ring, he reached down thoughtfully to 
straighten the rising bulge in the front of his expensive gabardine slacks. 
Calling up these beautiful bitches and ordering them to go ball one of the 
clients always gave him a rod ... especially when the client was a big fat 
slob like Richard Garfield. It appealed to his sense of power, his innate 
sadism, his ..."Hello, Vikki? Where the fuck have you been!" 

* * * 

Vikki Haydon arrived back at her stylish East Eighties apartment in time to 
answer the phone on the fourth ring. Her nephew, Grant and Angel squeezed 
past her at the door and took up stations on a wing back chair and the posh 
divan respectively. "Hello ...?" she breathed warily into the receiver. Her 
hand shot up instantly to shield her hastily whispered, "But my nephew just 
got in from Philly, Elgin. Angel and me took him to Luigi's for a ... Who? 
Richard Garfield? ... No, I didn't forget. I just thought-" 

"Never mind what you thought!" Stafford exploded on the other end of the 
line. "You just get that foxy little ass of yours over to Room 602 at the 
Ridgemont Hotel by nine!" 

Angel sat up attentively as she watched her beautiful copper-haired 
girlfriend ring off. "Something wrong, kid?" she queried. 

"Business," Vikki shrugged indifferently. 

"Richard Garfield business?" 

Vikki nodded. 

"Good luck, kid." 

Young Grant was only marginally aware of the conversation taking place in 
the living room, or even that his Aunt Vikki had gone into the bedroom to 
change and freshen her makeup. He felt good. Real good. He was slightly 
tipsy from the near half-liter of Marsala he'd consumed at Luigi's and 
everything was striking him in an amusing sort of way. 

"Hey you!" Angel laughed, snapping her slender black fingers to get his 
attention. "You're not going to sleep on us, are you?" 

Grant, with a Cheshire Cat grin etched across his handsome face, looked up 
from the spot he'd been staring at on the floor. "Huh? Oh, no ... I'm not 
going to sleep." 

Suddenly he realized that they were alone in the room. Angel's nylon-covered 
legs were tucked primly under her on the couch, but the hem of her short 
dress had risen generously above her pretty knees. Jeez, she's a gorgeous 
bitch! he mused in self-satisfied silence. 

Angel's own grin broadened a little as she stretched out full length on the 
couch. "Well, kid," she said, "it looks like just you and me." 

"D-Did Aunt Vikki go somewhere?" 

"She's changing right now, sweetness. She'll be leaving in a couple of 
minutes." 

"Where's she going?" 

"Some kind of business at work, sugar. A model's work is never done!" 

Just then, Vikki appeared in the door leading from the bedroom, crossing 
directly to the hall closet to reclaim her coat. 

"Wow, don't you look sexy!" offered Angel. "I thought you'd wear your little 
blue pant suit or something." 

"It's at the cleaners, Angel ... This dress is kinda tight, but it'll just 
have to do." 

Tight isn't the word for it! thought Grant. Jesus, I can see the crack of 
her ass! 

The black lame she'd chosen for the evening was, indeed, form-fitting. It 
hugged the young aunt's sculpted, jiggling buttocks like a second skin as 
she rifled the closet for her coat. Then, retrieving it, she spun around on 
one high-heeled foot, her enormous breasts swaying with the effort. "Well, 
gang ... how do I look?" 

"You look fab, Aunt Vikki," Grant choked, "just like Angel said." 

"Well, ta!" she sighed, slipping into her outer garment. "You two behave 
yourselves while I'm gone!" 

Angel watched Vikki disappear through the door, then turned to Grant and 
said in her sweetest, warmest voice, "You ever make it with a black girl, 
sugar?" 

 Chapter 2 

"Come in, come in, my dear," Richard Garfield beamed, "I've been expecting 
you!" 

Vikki Haydon was taken somewhat aback at the important account executive's 
slobbish appearance. Below the balding crown of his head, the wolfish, 
devouring eyes and ingratiating sneer, was an enormous pot belly stuffed so 
tightly into a faded maroon smoking jacket that he resembled a bloated 
sausage about to split its casing. 

'I-I can't stay very long," the voluptuous redhead lied. "I have another 
appointment." It was obvious that she was intimidated by his presence. Good 
... he liked that! 

"Certainly, Miss Haydon," he soothed silkily, "I understand perfectly." 

A few minutes later they sat in the living room of the posh hotel suite 
drinking Brandy Gumps. 

"How long have you worked for Elgin's agency?" Garfield focused on the 
subject at hand. 

"A-About ten months," she returned with a sip. "This is good ... What's in 
it?" 

"Brandy ... lemon juice ... a dash of Grenadine ... You have lovely breasts, 
Miss Haydon." 

Vikki buried herself in her drink and blushed. For all her experience, she'd 
never mastered the art of handling openly sexual compliments with any degree 
of aplomb. "T-Thank you, Mr. Garfield," she managed eventually. She crossed, 
then re-crossed her slender legs as if to draw his attention away from her 
huge titties, giving the hem of her skin-tight dress a self-conscious tug as 
she did so. 

Richard Garfield was pleased with her. However larcenous Elgin Stafford's 
heart, Garfield was forced to admit that he was a proper judge of 
whore-flesh. She was young, of course, and deliciously tall and slender, but 
for her breasts. Her pale-moon complexion was an unblemished perfect match 
for her fiery-red tresses. 

He continued to ogle her lecherously as Vikki stared down at her feet and 
traced the rim of her glass with long, lacquered fingertips. Besides the 
slinky black dress, a pair of dangling Rhinestone earrings with matching 
necklace and a pair of open-toed black platform pumps completed her attire. 
A lush application of crimson lip gloss and a smattering of blue eye shadow 
to accentuate her blue-gray eyes was the extent of her makeup. Her hair, 
shimmering with radiant copper highlights, was drawn back into two thick 
braids that sprung from the sides of her oval face Swedish-style, curling 
down to frame her generous mammary endowments. 

"You do understand why you're here, don't you, my dear?" he queried. 

Vikki nodded dumbly. 

"Why are you here?" he pressed. 

"I'm here to ... to suck your prick," she admitted, an odd stirring in her 
loins causing her to press her nylon-encased legs together still more 
closely. 

Garfield pressed the tips of his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of 
prayer, studying the titian-haired beauty's facial reactions as the idea of 
what she was about to do sunk into her beautiful brain. Then, 
unceremoniously, he unzipped his fly through the parted folds of his smoker 
and reached inside to haul his awesome penis out into the open. "Good girl," 
he commented dryly, letting his stumpy fat legs splay lewdly apart at the 
knees. "Now come and suck, like a good little pussy!" 

Obediently, the young aunt dropped to her knees and assumed the required 
position. 

Her face was over Garfield's loins now, and she continued to stare at his 
swollen hardness as if mesmerized by it. She reached forward automatically 
and encircled its impressive girth with her slender fingers. Her lush red 
lips were but a scant inch away from the gaping tip and she opened her mouth 
and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the tip 
with a maddening slowness. 

"Oh, shit ... SUCK IT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR!" 

Vikki's tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the head 
of Garfield's cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he 
groaned and twisted above her from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him 
to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the 
glands at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the 
tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through in his mounting excitement, 
and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her 
nostrils to flare slightly. 

Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erect prick and she cupped his 
soft smooth testicles gently in one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly 
over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of 
his cock, where it soared up from the curly salt-and-pepper pubic hair 
covering the obscenely sweating bulge of his lower abdomen. She pinched it 
between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the 
thick wealth of foreskin until the crimson knob stood sleek and naked 
against her feverish lips. She began to plant warm wet kisses around it, 
beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the 
base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she 
knew she should, not being able to take it into her mouth just yet, but 
Garfield could stand no more. 

With a groan deep in his throat, the lewd fat man reached down with his 
hands, tangled them into Vikki's braids, and thrust his loins up with the 
strength of a rutting bull. The young model resisted for a moment, doubts at 
being able to take such an enormous penis in her mouth running wildly 
through her head, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, 
crushing through her softly moistened lips, between the whiteness of her 
teeth and onto her saliva-coated tongue. 

She could feel the stiff spongy substance rub the full length of her 
sensitive lingual member, nearly imbedding itself in her satin throat. She 
closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all 
of it, except that which was already filled with Garfield's sweaty cock, 
protruding like a carrot from her ovalled lips. 

"OOOoooHHH, you gorgeous cunt! Your mouth's like melted butter!" he blurted, 
beginning a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips into her face. "Tighten up 
those fucking lips and suck for all you're worth!" 

Obediently, Vikki did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement 
growing in her own loins from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being 
used this way by a balding fat pig of a man. She sucked demon-like, swishing 
her tongue around the slippery-slimy head with a vengeance. She sucked to 
end it, her head bobbing like a cork at sea over Garfield's pumping loins. 
The masochistic joy of being used ... used like a filthy whore he'd picked 
up off the streets permeated her whole being as tingling submissive mewls 
came from the lips locked tightly around his swollen flesh. 

He was going to pump his lewd white seed into her very mouth ... until it 
ran from the edges of her lips ... in sticky white trails of blissful 
sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world! 

Half-lying beneath her, Garfield held her head trapped tightly between his 
beefy hands, his legs splayed out obscenely on either side of her kneeling 
form. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips apart 
with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his turgid flesh was 
swallowed into her mouth. 

Then, suddenly, the lecherous executive leaned across her arched and 
quivering back to fumble with the zipper of her dress. Quickly, he peeled 
the garment down over Vikki's naked back and shoulders, leaving her massive 
bra-less breasts to quiver and dance beneath her now eagerly sucking torso. 
Then, satisfied, he leaned back again to survey his handiwork. 

Partially naked now, Vikki presented an even more delicious sight than had 
she been completely stripped of her clothing. Her nearly-naked white 
buttocks, the edges of her misty nylon panties having slipped tightly up 
into the moistly perspiring crevice there, were almost as exciting to the 
lecherous man as the sight of her melonous hanging breasts as they swung 
from her smooth chest, their swollen pink nipples tapping out a primitive 
rhythm on the chair between his legs. 

Then, deliciously, at first by accident and then on purpose, Vikki 
discovered the heel of her shoe. She rocked back on the thick leather heel 
of one platform pump, letting its smooth patent warmth press into the cleft 
of her ass where the thin crotch of her panties were bunched, rocking 
forward and back on it in time to the cock fucking into her face as if it 
were a second cunt. She could feel it rubbing in her passion-slickened 
crevice in a maddening parody of a real penis as her hot little clitoris 
slipped hotly forward to meet it. 

"Oh, suck it!" the lewd fat man chanted above her bobbing head. "Eat me! Eat 
my cock!" 

She did, and more. The tip of her tongue dipped sweetly into the split in 
the end of Garfield's glands, her long-nailed fingers milking and teasing 
the heavy sac that held his balls. Then, weirdly, she realized that the 
excitement of being forced to give head to a man old enough to be her 
father, combined with the imposing presence of the heel of her shoe could, 
and would, drive her to completion. She would make it ... she would cum! 

Garfield began slamming forward powerfully, raising his sweaty buttocks high 
off the chair and thrusting with all his might. He held Vikki's bobbing head 
still more tightly as she coughed and sputtered delightedly with each 
powerful instrokes, and the lust-purpled head of his cock fucked 
rhythmically into her throat. He delighted in watching her tender 
lipstick-coated lips clasping eagerly around his rigid thick-veined shaft as 
her mouth muscles wearied and her warmly ovalled oral cavity became 
accustomed to the unnatural invasion. 

"Suck it!" he boomed again. "Suck my fat cock!" 

Vikki sucked and licked at the fleshy member embedded in her mouth, creating 
a vacuum of lust that brought a low moan of delight from the obese 
executive. She was salivating so much by then that Garfield's leaking cock 
slicked back and forth almost effortlessly, tiny rivulets of drool trailing 
from the corners of her tightly locked lips to run down the rigid stalk and 
into the open fly of his slacks. 

The young aunt sucked until her throat muscles ached from the strain, while 
below she rocked the dripping slit of her vagina back and forth across the 
hard black heel of her shoe, letting it rub against the lust-stiffened 
blossom of her clitoris like a substitute cock. 

"My balls, too!" he reminded her. "Lick my balls!" 

Obedient now to his every whim, the masochistic young model raised her 
lovely sucking head from Garfield's pulsing organ to pay homage to his 
prickly-haired scrotum, while behind her the heel of her shoe continued to 
rub in the desire-drenched slit of her pussy. 

Garfield could feel the coffers of his dam straining with the imminence of 
his release then, and he grabbed a large handful of silken coppery hair and 
began to tug upwards. "Quick," he bellowed breathlessly, "get your goddam 
mouth back on my cock before I ruin my smoking jacket!" 

Still rubbing insanely against her shoe, Vikki slipped her lush red lips 
back over the sticky head of Garfield's penis. She sucked slowly ... once 
... twice ... and then her mouth began to fill with sperm. 

"Oh shit!" the fat man screamed. "I'm cumming!" 

At the same time, the sucking young redhead could feel the gush of her own 
hot juices seeping through the bunched mesh of her panties to anoint the 
heel of her shoe. She was cumming, too! And only the mouthful of what felt 
like a pint of semen kept her from crying out in her release. God, the man 
was an absolute reservoir of the sticky stuff! 

Desperately, thrilled to the very core of her being, Vikki sucked and 
swallowed to keep from gagging as her mouth filled and emptied at least a 
half-dozen times. She shivered lewdly one last time, as the swollen nipples 
of her breasts scraped over the edge of the chair cushion to hang like 
ripened fruit beneath her heaving chest. It was over. Complete. Done. 

Garfield's thick deflated prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin 
sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to his flesh, even 
though it was now several inches away from her lips. Vikki's breathing was 
wet, as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She 
groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp as a 
doll's, held in place only by the pressure of the shoe at the juncture of 
her satiny thighs. 

Garfield strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her 
throat, then released his hands from her braided hair as he felt himself 
deflating inside the obscenely flooded hole of her mouth. 

Vikki slithered back until she rested on her haunches before the panting and 
exhausted fat man. "Well?" she queried. "Was I as good as Elgin said I was?" 
Her glue-gray eyes sparkled mirthfully, her nose wrinkled pertly in a tease. 

Garfield looked down at her over the heaving mound of his stomach and winked 
lewdly. "Miss Haydon," he smiled, "you are a very talented girl!" 

 Chapter 3 

Carol Bauer tossed fitfully on the couch at the end of a very disturbing 
nap. After an exhausting day at the University of Pennsylvania where she was 
spending the summer working on the last few credits she needed to graduate 
with her Bachelor's in secondary education, and coming home to an empty 
house, she'd thought that a few unscheduled winks would do her good. But 
then, it hadn't worked out that way at all. What had seemed at first a quiet 
house echoed with the sound of her son's missing laughter the way it had 
with his father, Fred's, when she'd lost him five years ago in Viet Nam. 

Grant was only eleven when Fred was killed, and he'd taken it pretty hard. 
He'd been really close to his Army Captain father, and it had really kept 
Carol hopping these past years trying to be both father and mother, sole 
support of the family, and college student. It wasn't easy, particularly the 
last year or so, when she'd watched Grant grow from a boy to a young man who 
was not only a physical replica of Fred, but had much of the same spunkiness 
that had attracted her to him in the first place. 

Unfortunately, it was that same free spirit that had made her concede that 
it was either pack him off to her sister, Vikki's, for the summer, or forget 
about getting her degree. Six credits in microbiology was a big enough load 
without keeping track of a young "stud" who'd just reached beer-bust age. 

Carol stretched out on the long divan and yawned. "Oh, shit," she cursed 
under her breath. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" For all her good intentions, she was 
bored. The big two-story frame house was like a tomb with Grant in New York, 
and the dream she'd just had was enough to remind her just how precarious 
her love life had been of late. Precarious, hell, it was downright 
non-existent! 

Even as she lay there staring at the ceiling, Carol could remember the dream 
she'd just had in all its infinite detail. It was as if Fred had been right 
there in the same room with her it had been so real ... Right up to the 
point where Fred's face had changed to Grant's and had brought her rigidly 
awake. Good God, she flinched inwardly, imagine dreaming about making love 
to my own son! And yet, she couldn't deny the tingling sexual awareness the 
dream had released within her, pent up for so very long, just waiting for 
the proper moment to rear its evil head. Not Grant! she admonished herself 
primly. Anybody but Grant! And suddenly, her mind returned to the same 
sexual thoughts that had been plaguing her for most of the long, dreary day. 

Her nipples were still swollen from the arousal her erotic dreaming had 
caused; the flesh between her legs felt moist and tingling. Unconsciously, 
she rubbed her thighs together. She wanted to be fucked. Oh, Fred ... Oh 
God, anybody ...! 

Her mind drifted back to the last night she and her ruggedly handsome, 
career soldier husband had spent together before he'd shipped out to Viet 
Nam. God, how she remembered! Suddenly, she was sitting up and stripping out 
of her light cotton dress, then leaning back again with her bare feet 
resting on the edge of the coffee table. Her hands found her naked breasts 
and weighed them, lifting first one, and then the other, her lips planting a 
hot wet kiss on each turgid nipple in turn, Oh, how she wished someone were 
there to suck them for her! 

Her right hand left her breasts then, fluttering lightly over her slender 
abdomen to the soft inner flesh of her thighs, then back up to the juncture 
of her legs. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft coppery curls of her 
pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of 
her clitoris. Oh, that's gooooood! she flinched against the electric 
sensations. All ready to screw, and nobody here to do it! 

It was pure fantasy and she knew it, pretending what it would be like to go 
to bed with someone who wasn't her husband. Still, she couldn't deny the 
erotic sensations such thoughts brought to her still-beautiful 
thirty-four-year-old body. 

The palm of one hand cupped her prominent Mound of Venus, her long-nailed 
middle finger laying lightly in the crevice of her pussy without entering, 
the tip of her nail gently scraping at the quivering erect bud of her 
clitoris. Tiny shudders of lascivious pleasure rifled through her belly, 
causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the 
entire length of her outer labia, while dipping her finger into her satin 
flesh. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle-only to withdraw, 
repeating the entire process over again, a little deeper each time- until 
her entire finger was buried to the palm of her hand. Ohhh ...! she moaned. 
That feels sooo gooooood ...! Yet somehow, she wished it were a little 
larger. 

The remaining hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy strawberry nipples 
of her breasts, teasing the tips outwards and pinching them with her 
fingernails in time to the delicate sensations in her pussy below. Her mind 
tripped again on the hot, blatantly sexual thoughts she was having. What 
would it be like to be free, like Vikki? she wondered. What would it be like 
to be able to say "yes" to a man just because he turned you on, and not 
because he looked like a hot marriage prospect? 

Her own brazeness fused in Carol's mind and made her increase the rhythm of 
the finger fucking into her tenderly grasping cunt. What would it be like to 
be a whore? She slid down a little further on the couch and spread her legs 
apart even more than they already were. Her free hand continued its mindless 
fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them almost cruelly and 
sending jolts of painful sensuality through her that mingled with the 
boiling, churning thrills coming from below. 

She was going to cum! And, she knew that it would be a sweet and searing 
release, like nothing she had experienced since the death of her husband. 
Her voluptuous naked body grew tense, her ponderous breasts jiggled like 
gelatin, as she sawed her slender middle finger in and out, in and out, in 
and ... Oh, it just isn't big enough! 

On trembling legs, the young mother flew across the room and wrested the 
larger of a pair of unused candles from its holder on the mantel of the 
fireplace. She was too far gone now, too committed to obtaining the release 
she so desperately and deservedly needed, to stop what she was doing. 

It thrilled her to see the waxen object disappearing into her body like a 
make-believe penis, and she shivered delightedly from head to toe as the 
prickly unscorched wick made contact with her sensitive cervix. Her 
perspiring hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like a mating mink, 
her tender inner labia-her pussy lips-clinging to the rigid taper like a 
viscid coat of paint on the out stroke. 

A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with a wanton will she never knew 
she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her lips 
pumped back and forth. She shoved the glistening candle all the way up her 
pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her. 
More than anything else, she wanted to be fucked. 

Fucked! The word fused in her mind obscenely, exciting her all the more. She 
stared in fascination at her nakedly huddled body, her huge white breasts 
quivering savagely in time to her sinful masturbation. Below, her juices 
leaked incessantly into the material of the couch. 

It began as a ripple, then grew to a crashing crescendo, as she felt the 
electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled 
with lustful anticipation. And then, her body tensed, her mouth gasping for 
air, she arrived at the point she'd so fervently sought between heaven and 
delicious hell. SHE WAS CUMMING ...! 

Gradually, the crisis passed, Carol got to her feet and headed for the 
bathroom to find something to swab up the mess on the couch. Ashamedly, she 
chastised herself for her weakness the minute, practically, that Grant had 
left the house. And then, with maternal affection, she smiled softly at his 
memory and hoped that he was enjoying himself at his Aunt Vikki's. 

* * * 

Grant could hardly believe what was happening as he watched Angel get to her 
feet and move towards him, her hands planted lewdly on her hips, a smile of 
sensuous delight lighting up her beautiful dark face. "Well, sugar?" she 
repeated. "I asked you a question!" 

Grant swallowed dryly. "N-No," he managed, "I've never m-made it with a ... 
a black chick, Angel." Make it, shit, his mind burned embarrassedly, the 
only girl he'd ever seen naked was little Janie Cunningham ... and even 
then, they'd only played with each other! 

Angel's eyes had suddenly softened, and she moved over to where Grant was 
sitting, and sat down beside him on the arm of the chair. She was so close 
he could feel the pulsing warmth of her faintly musky flesh through the 
material of her dress. His heart began to pound and the blood rushed roaring 
to his head. 

"What's the matter, honey, don't you like me?" 

"Y-Yes ... I think you're ... you're fabulous, Angel," he blurted, blushing 
like a schoolboy. 

"Well, I think you're pretty sweet yourself," she smiled. And then, reaching 
down, she touched the burning bulge of his awakening cock through the thin 
fabric of his slacks. 

Grant jerked back like he'd just received an electric shock. His mouth 
dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the alluring black girl 
who was sitting so close to him. He thought for a brief moment that he had 
imagined her dynamic touch, but he hadn't ... because her slender fingers 
were still lightly squeezing the swollen expanse of his trembling penis! 

"Do you like my hand on your cock?" she asked, her sensuous mouth parted in 
a provocative smile. 

"Y-Yes, I do ... I mean ... we shouldn't ... I mean, what about Aunt Vikki?" 

"Your 'Aunt Vikki's' got all she can handle right now, lover!" 

The excruciating pressure increased on his throbbing penis and he thought 
he'd jump right out of the chair from the wild jolts coursing through his 
groin, as if his cock had expanded out of all proportion and was already 
threatening to burst the confines of his trousers. 

"MMMmmm! ... I can feel it getting nice and big already," she piped, her 
eyes half-closed in excitement. 

"A-Angel, we shouldn't ..." Grant started, not knowing what it was that he 
wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stop, because it wasn't right that 
he should be sitting there with his Aunt Vikki's roommate playing with his 
prick like that. And yet, his young brain was reeling with the excitement of 
it all. No, I don't really want her to stop ... I want it to go on forever! 

"Let me take it out now, sugar ... It's getting so big it'll break your 
zipper pretty soon!" 

Without waiting for a response, Angel worked down the steel closure and 
extracted Grant's painfully swollen cock as if she'd been extracting 
painfully swollen cocks all her life. 

The entranced young nephew of her roommate moaned through passion-clenched 
teeth at the soft cool touch of her fingers on his tingling flesh, and he 
lay back ecstatically against the back cushion of the chair. "Oh, jeez, 
Angel, keep doing what you're doing ... Your hand feels fabulous!" 

Angel smiled down at the aroused young nephew. She was really glad that she 
turned him on; he was good for her ego. He was almost worshipful, and that 
gave her a big kick. And now, now she was going to do something for him by 
way of a little 'thank you" for his adulation. "Grants honey," she droned 
huskily, would you like me to suck it for you?" 

A lascivious shiver of excitement coursed through him as he listened to her 
obscene words. Suck his cock! His brain began to spin at the very 
suggestion. To feel his cock between those velvety chocolate lips of hers 
... to bury it in her hot wet mouth ... it was like the impossible dream! 
But, sweet Jesus, that's what she'd said, wasn't it? Suck his cock! 

"If you're worried about Vikki, don't," she advised. "It's none of her 
fucking business ... It's just between you and me." 

Grant knew he couldn't resist her any longer. He didn't want to resist her 
any longer. And, anyway, Angel was right; it was just between the two of 
them. It wasn't as if he was some sort of goddam kid, for Christ's sake! 

"I'd love to put your big lovely cock in my mouth, Grant, sugar, and suck 
and lick it until it cums right in my mouth. ..." As she continued her lewd 
monotone, Angel's lovely ebony face moved closer to the pounding length of 
his penis jutting up from between his legs, until he could feel her warm 
breath on its sensitively squirming surface. Her eyes were bright and glassy 
with lust and she was running the tip of her pink tongue over her glistening 
lips. Jesus ... she was going to actually suck him off! 

Grant moaned deep within his throat at the first searing touch of Angel's 
delicate tongue against his burning penis. Shivers of unbearable excitement 
tumbled through him and he thought his blood-inflated member would burst at 
the seams from the mounting sensation of lust that rippled through his body. 

Her tongue continued to swirl and lick expertly at the hotly pulsating 
length of teenage flesh, dipping and probing into all its swollen thickly 
pulsing hollows. It played along the webbed under surface and then darted up 
to graze beneath the flaring cap of the head, causing it to burgeon still 
more fully in its passion. 

"MMMmmm ... aaaHHHHHH!" Grant couldn't control the groans which emanated 
from his lips any more than he could control the shudders which convulsed 
his body and made him jerk spasmodically against Angel's pleasure-giving 
tongue. 

"I can see you like it, sugar," the young negress purred, flicking her smoky 
brown eyes over his twitching body. "Now I'm going to take it all the way 
inside, okay? You'll really dig that, baby!" 

Grant drew in his breath sharply and couldn't help looking down in surprised 
pleasure when he saw her open her mouth wide and then enclose the hard 
rubbery head of his cock between her wetly closing lips. 

"Oh, wow ... WOW!" he gasped raggedly. "Your mouth is heaven!" 

The sight of Angel's purple-rouged lips stretched round over his thrusting 
penis added to his already tumultuous pleasure and he thought he had never 
seen a more provocatively moving sight in his young life. Her face was 
mirrored with sensual interest and she was completely engrossed in her lewd 
task. Janie Cunningham would never do this, he mused in anguished silence. 

Angel absorbed the young teenager's staff of white flesh until her mouth was 
only a fraction-of-an-inch away from the sturdy base buried in dark wiry 
pubic curls. Her hand reached up and began to squeeze his churning balls, 
gently massaging, making his still-swelling cock grow even larger. Her hotly 
sucking oral cavern formed a heated pressure-seal on his seeping gland-seed 
and her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she continued to pump and suck. 

"Jesus, Angel, no one can suck like you do ...!" he murmured as he felt her 
agile tongue dip into the tiny glands opening at the tip, drawing out the 
small bead of premature cum which lurked there. 

The young nephew's head was whirling around and his body felt suddenly wet 
and clammy. The warmly welcoming walls of her mouth revolved around him and 
he felt as if he were being bodily transported to another world. His breath 
was coming in ragged gasps now and his pelvis was jerking forward with 
quickening movements, wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever but 
knowing it couldn't. His seething sperm was gathering in his balls, 
frenziedly assisted by Angel's pummeling hand, and he knew that he had to 
have release ... and soon! 

His hands reached down and tangled in the billowed softness of the black 
girl's red-tinted "natural" as he pushed her sucking face down even further 
on his pounding organ. Her beautifully even features were flushed with 
perspiration and her cocoa complexion was beginning to glisten excitedly. 

"Oh, shit, Angel ... I don't think I can hold off much more!" he 
half-shouted in his mounting need. 

Instantly, Angel withdrew her vacuum-like mouth. 

"W-What are you doing?" he demanded as the cool air hit his cock. "Why did 
you stop sucking!" 

"Why, baby?" she dimpled up at him. "Well, a girl's got her needs, too, 
y'know!" 

Grant looked anguished. "Y-You mean you want me to ... to-" 

"Eat me, sugar? No, not right now anyway." She got to her feet then, taking 
Grant's hand and urging him to do the same with a gentle tug. "Let's go in 
the bedroom and fuck, baby," she suggested. 

Grant followed the beautiful young black girl into the bedroom like a puppet 
drawn along on an invisible string, hastily stripping out of his pants and 
shirt along the way and helping Angel with her zipper. Inside the poshly 
furnished room, he sat down on the edge of the satin-covered circular bed to 
watch her finish undressing. His cock still stood out as straight as a 
bowsprit, pulsing and leaking in anticipation. 

Like a professional stripper, Angel ran her hands sensuously up and down her 
ripely curved hips, barely touching the nylon-covered flesh of her lower 
thighs with her fingertips. The very realization that Vikki's young nephew's 
eyes were feasting on her statuesque ebony body gave her a thrill of lurid 
satisfaction. She could almost feel the quickening pulse of his voyeuristic 
desire and was exhilarated by the power she held over him. She could go fast 
or slow, depending on her mood, and in that fashion, she could control the 
teenager's excitement as she wished. 

Carefully, she rolled down one nylon stocking, revealing soft chocolate skin 
as she did so. She eased it down over her knee and her slender ankle, then 
cast it carelessly on the floor beside her discarded dress. She lifted the 
long shapely leg, stretching it upwards until Grant could see the cords 
standing out in relief against her inner thigh. With her hands on her hips 
now, the statuesque black model stood there wearing a low-cut brassiere, and 
as she turned around, he could see the beginning of the split between her 
asscheeks above her skimpy bikini panties. 

The aroused young nephew was quivering with continued excitement and the 
room seemed suddenly too small for him. He had never seen a stripper perform 
before, but he felt certain that Angel Manning was more exciting than any of 
them. She exuded sex from her very pores, and her every movement was a 
mastery of erotic titillation. 

With bated breath, he watched as she began to unsnap the garters that held 
the remaining stocking in place, then stripped both garter belt and panties 
from her slender legs in one swift motion. Excitement was running through 
him like an electric current. He could hardly stand it. The spiked-out tips 
of her blackberry-like nipples protruded like a pair of jungle spears from 
the surrounding aureoles and a fleeting glimmer of scarlet flesh became 
suddenly visible between the slightly flaring lips of her velvet pussy. 

"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded softly. 

"Yes, I want to," he hissed up at her. 

"Then tell me!" she insisted. 

"I-I want to fuck you!" he half-shouted. 

Quickly, she climbed onto the bed with him and forced him back as she took 
up a nakedly reclining position beside him. "How do you want to fuck me, 
sugar?" she queried huskily into his ear, her long black legs spread and 
inviting as she pulled him on top of her. 

"H-Hark, Angel ... I want to fuck you deep and hard ... like you've never 
been fucked before ..." He let his voice trail off, uncertain of what to say 
next, his own lewdly-uttered phrasing sounding as strange to his 
inexperienced ears as the dialog of a B-grade skin flick. 

"OOOooohhh!" Angel moaned in her heartfelt passion for the fresh-bodied 
young man. "Get it on before I die, sugar!" 

He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered 
beneath his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body 
into contact with his own. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her 
black buttocks and cupped the satiny cheeks in his strong young fingers. 

They were as beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be, 
and her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him as she raised her 
face to his, locking her mouth wetly over his in a searing kiss. Then, she 
reached down between their tightly locked bellies for the swollen hardness 
of his cock. The young teenager gasped aloud as the coolness of Angel's 
fingers closed firmly around the shaft that was still wet from her 
mouthing's of moments before. He pressed forward inexpertly, his enthusiasm 
almost, but not quite, matching the black girl's experience. She toyed with 
him but for a second longer before centering the head of his eager young 
cock at the entrance to her cunt. 

"Now, baby," she soothed, "real easy ... nice and slow ... that's it, like 
thaaat!" 

Even Grant was surprised at how easy an entry it had been. Angel was tight, 
but she was wet, too. Wet and hot ... and delicious! "Oh, Christ, Angel!" he 
stammered. "You're fantastic!" 

"Oh, you feel sooo nice sugar!" she returned heavily into his burning ears, 
shoving the smooth plane of her stomach tightly against him. 

Her long almond-shaped nails trailed hotly across Grant's virile young back, 
leaving slight red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down 
beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded asscheeks in the 
palms of his hands and pulling her yielding ebony loins up tighter against 
him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his 
lust-distended cock along the heated wetness of her gaping vaginal slit, 
sensing it grow wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Angel's 
trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against Grant's 
throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either 
side of his body, her slender calves locking solidly against the small of 
his back and boring him yet deeper into her succulent black flesh. 

"Oh, Grant, baby," she cried out in her passion, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me 
...!" 

Spurred on by the nineteen-year-old model's lusty words, young Grant Bauer 
shoved his painfully swollen rod deep into her cunt for all he was worth, 
fucking into her like a pile driver, his pelvis smacking loudly against hers 
with his efforts. It couldn't last much longer, he realized, what with her 
sucking of him just before, and his virtual lack of experience with 
self-control. He could only hope that she would be ready when the time came 
... and the time was now! 

"Ohhhshittt!" he bellowed as he realized that the end had, at last, come. 
"Oh, fuuuuuuckiiitttttt!" 

Beneath him, Angel fought furiously for her own release. She had felt his 
strong young body tense even before he had begun to spew his load, and felt 
somewhat to blame for having sucked him so long earlier. Still, with a 
little effort, she just might make it, after all! 

Grant moaned again as he felt the steaming seminal fluid boil up from his 
balls and begin to squirt deep into Angel's voracious cunt. His exploding 
prick felt like a jerking machine gun mowing down a row of imagined foes, 
but his passionate release was tempered by his humiliation over his failure 
to bring Angel across with him. But then, just then, he felt her tense 
beneath him, her pelvis momentarily arched upwards and frozen solidly 
against his emptying tube of flesh. 

"I'MMMCUMMMMINNNGGTOOO!" 

And then, she was in motion again, screwing as furiously and as copiously as 
the slaving teenager who'd just fucked her to completion on his first 
attempt. MMMmmm, she thought delightedly, if he's this much of a man at 
sixteen, imagine what he'll be by the time he turns twenty-one ...! 

 Chapter 4 

By one o'clock the following day, it was ninety-one degrees and balmy, and 
Vikki and Angel sat brunching on the apartment's tiny California-style lanai 
overlooking busy Eighty-Second Avenue below. Grant was up and showered 
early-despite the effects of his first honest-to-God hangover-in 
anticipation of a Yankee double header with the Milwaukee Brewers, and had 
gone before his Aunt Vikki had even awakened. 

"So he's really as food as all that," Vikki winked over her forkful of 
French Toast. 

Angle nodded enthusiastically as she poured out second cups of morning 
coffee. "He was a little nervous at first," she continued with her 
explanation, "but once we got started, wow!" 

Vikki nodded understandingly, forfeiting her fork in favor of the steaming 
elixir in her cup. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Angel, robbing the 
cradle like that!" 

"Cradle!" Angel exploded in a peal of laughter. "Hey, there's only a couple 
of years difference in our ages, Vik-" 

"Three," Vikki corrected. 

"Two, three ... it's close enough." She carved herself a wedge of toast. 
"Furthermore, sugar, what do you call it when you're planning the same 
thing!" 

"Me!" the young aunt defended with mock innocence. "Why I'd never dream of 
such a thing!" 

"Dream, no. Scheme, yes." 

"Well-" 

"Aw c'mon, kid, this is Angel, remember? ... You've got the hots for the kid 
as much as I do!" 

"Well," Vikki continued nonplussed, "since you put it like that ..." 

Angel took a sip of coffee to clear her throat. "Any idea how you're gonna 
go about it?" she questioned. 

"No," her roommate admitted. "Any suggestions?" 

"He seems an intelligent and fanciful young man-" 

"We'll approach it from that angle, then," Vikki completed for her. 

"Pass the sugar, sugar." 

* * * 

Carol Bauer tossed nervously in her bed at one-thirty in the afternoon. It 
wasn't like her to be sleeping so late, but she just couldn't bring herself 
to get up and face an empty house. Half-sleeping, half-awake, she jerked and 
moaned in anguished self-pity, and remorse over her inexcusable actions the 
night before. Why, oh why did it have to happen? she fretted in her 
semi-daze. Why am I thinking about sex all the time when I'm supposed to be 
studying? 

She stretched out one perfectly formed leg against the scratchy-clean 
surface of the white muslin sheets and sighed deeply. Then, with a yawn, she 
drifted painfully back to sleep ... and the dream she'd been having about 
her wedding night ... 

Carol had been looking forward to her first night with Fred for so very 
long-she had absolutely no idea it would turn out as it had. She and her 
handsome fiance had been engaged for over a year before the "big day" had, 
at last, arrived and they were saying the very words that would unite them, 
" 'til death do you part. "Then, under a colorful shower of rice and 
confetti at the Episcopal church in South Philly, they had ducked into the 
waiting cab which had taken them directly to the airport for the flight to 
Niagara Falls and their honeymoon. 

Fred had kissed her passionately all the way there, whispering into her ear 
all the exciting things he planned to do to her as soon as he had her alone. 
After being "good" for so long in compliance with her wishes to remain 
chaste until her wedding night, he felt he had a "right" to get a little 
passionate. Carol, on the other hand, was half-frightened by his sudden 
ardor. It was so totally unexpected. 

As if the situation wasn't confusing enough for the pretty red-haired bride, 
there had been the usual three-and-a-half-hour delay in leaving the airport 
because of heavy air traffic. Then, the weather was so bad when they put 
down for refueling in Albany that there was another four-hour wait. Finally, 
bleary-eyed and bordering on exhaustion, they arrived at Niagara only to 
find that their reservations hadn't been recorded. 

They waited another two hours in the lobby as the clerk who had supposedly 
booked their suite argued and gesticulated with the hotel manager. 
Eventually, they were shown up to considerably less luxurious 
accommodations, and it was then that Carol noticed that Fred was in a high 
state of angry frustration. 

So tired that she could hardly think straight, the seventeen-year-old bride 
had begun to carefully lay out her new nightgown and slippers. Then, she had 
collected her toilet articles from her cosmetic case and, tossing Fred her 
most girlishly alluring smile on the way, she had gone to the bathroom to 
prepare herself for her handsome new husband. She was still nervous about 
what lay ahead, and when she felt the pressure on the other side of the 
bathroom door as she tried to close it-pressure caused by Fred's shoulder as 
he fought to keep her from closing it-her nervousness gave way to genuine 
alarm. 

"F-Fred!" she protested uselessly. "W-What are you doing?" 

"Let me in, goddamit!" he barked hoarsely in a voice that was strange to her 
ears. "You've held out long enough!" 

She had stared at him in surprise as he had won the victory at the door, and 
the expression she found there in his eyes caused her blood to run cold with 
fear. He was like a coiled cobra ready to strike, a twisted mask of 
desperation distorting his chiseled features. And then, before she could 
calculate an appropriate response, he had his strong fingers entwined around 
one slender wrist and was pulling her forcefully back through the open door. 

"Ohhh, don't, please, Fred!" the young wife of but a few hours whimpered. 
"I-I have to get myself ready first!" 

"You can get ready in a fuckin' minute," Fred Bauer growled at her. "First, 
I want you to get your pretty little ass undressed and let me have a look at 
what I've been waiting for all this time! ... You've been torturing me for a 
goddam year, and now you're gonna come across if I have to break your legs!" 

Violently twisting her wrist, he flung her towards the huge queen bed and 
she had staggered to a stop with her back to the foot of the mattress. Her 
soft blue eyes blurred with tears of humiliation and mounting rage over the 
indignities he was so pointlessly and unmercifully subjecting her to, she 
opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her horror had left 
her virtually speechless. 

"I said strip!" he commanded. 

Too scared to do otherwise, Carol slowly and reluctantly began to undo the 
top buttons of her tweed travel suit while staring blankly at the man she 
had so unbelievingly agreed to spend her whole life with. Blinded by her 
tears, she heard the unmistakable sounds of his belt buckle being unfastened 
and the soft metallic whir of his zipper being drawn open. Then, suddenly, 
she felt his hand under her own at the front of her short jacket. 

Instantly, her vision cleared and she found him standing before her 
completely naked. To her virgin eyes, his cock looked like a dancing cobra 
as it reared up out of his loins. It's ... huge! she thought desperately. 

It had only taken him a moment to tear her jacket and matching skirt from 
her body, and she sobbed and sucked in her breath as Fred tangled his 
fingers in the frilly white lace of her half-slip. It was the first time she 
had ever worn the garment, but he jerked it brutally downward, ripping the 
flimsy material to shreds before throwing it to the floor. Then, he grabbed 
her up in his arms and crushed her to him, wetly kissing her mouth and then 
her neck with fumbling lecherous fervor. 

Carol grew suddenly limp in his embrace, as though she were about to lose 
her balance and fall. Fred then guided her backwards to the bed until the 
edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and caused her to fall, 
legs spread-eagled, her stricken eyes staring glassily toward the ceiling as 
if in some hypnotic trance. Fred bent down over her prostrate form, jerking 
off her thin nylon bra with one impatient motion, revealing her heaving 
white breasts to his lusty eyes for the first time since they had known each 
other. Carol whimpered forlornly and covered her tear-wet eyes with her arm 
to block out the sight of Fred's face. It was distorted by passionate fury 
into an unrecognizable visage from some dreadful nightmare. 

As she remembered those frantic first minutes of her wedding night, the 
grownup Carol tossed fitfully in her empty bed and loosed a broken sigh from 
her lips. If only he had had more self-control, she thought as if it had 
just happened, if only ... But no, he'd acted like an insane rapist and 
nearly spoiled the whole thing ...! And, once again, her thoughts returned 
to the distant past. 

She had felt him move down over her, his wet lips brushing up her naked 
side, and he had fastened his teeth cruelly into the nipple of her right 
breast. She had groaned up at him in pain, attempting to twist away from the 
sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing roughly over the firm softness 
of her thighs and hips, kept her pressed into the mattress. His questing 
lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing 
a blissful unwilling twitch that descended to her loins below. 

Carol had almost begun to hope that he would wait and turn more gentle and 
loving in his approach, but then, suddenly, his hands moved together along 
her hips. Fred hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties 
and, in a single motion, tore them from Carol's recoiling body. She was 
lying before him completely naked then, his unfeeling actions making her 
feel like some cheap little trick he'd picked up off the streets. 

She lay panting under his gaze, frightened and disappointed, her blue eyes 
still covered with the back of her arm, listening to his coarse breathing as 
he took in the delicious sight of her nakedly exposed body. Then, she heard 
his voice, like that of a stranger standing at a great distance. 

"You're gonna get fucked good, now!" he promised lewdly. "Now, spread those 
pretty white legs and let me see your pussy!" 

Carol moaned incoherently in response to Fred's obscene mouthing's, 
mortified at being talked to like a whore. And yet, despite her fear and 
weakened resistance, she could not force herself to reopen her legs to let 
him see her defenseless cunt below. But Fred was not to be denied again. 

Suddenly, she felt his rough hands pressing outwards on the insides of her 
trembling thighs, forcing them to yield to the relentless pressure there. 
The frightened young bride had heard the hissing intake of his breath and 
knew instinctively that he had caught sight of her feminine core. She knew 
that he could see the tight coppery curls surrounding her narrow pussy-slit, 
and she reluctantly removed her shielding arm to see his face between the 
voluptuous twin peaks of her breasts just before he moved down to get a 
better look at the treasure between her satin thighs. 

She watched his tongue flicker wetly over his tightly stretched lips as he 
stared at her naked flesh, until, with an animal-like groan that seemed to 
emanate from the depths of his being, he threw himself on top of her. 

His hands were all over her, grasping desperately at her quivering white 
breasts, pinching all around the smoothness of her buttocks pinned to the 
mattress beneath, grappling her firm and innocent young body up tighter 
against his own as if he wanted to crush the very life out of her. His right 
hand fumbled down between their bodies as he took the throbbing length of 
his penis between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery 
head to part the tender lips of her vulva. Carol turned her head to one 
side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt the blunt tip come into 
contact with the sensitive outer flanges of her still-virgin sex. She gasped 
and held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying absolutely still in 
subjugated helplessness beneath her new husband, not daring even to breathe 
until he made his next move. 

"Noooooo, please wait!" she pleaded at last, her voice trembling as she felt 
the first shocking pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. 

He shoved. 

"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" she cried in anguish. "I-It's ... too bigggggg!" 

Agonizingly, the huge tip slipped through, stretching wide the narrow pussy 
channel until Carol thought her thighs would be cleaved in two from the 
relentless spreading pressure. Suddenly Fred's demoniacally twisted face had 
taken on a contorted expression of raw lust as he looked down at the lithe 
form of his child-bride. 

Carol was hopelessly pinned beneath his weight, the head of his pulsing 
organ buried deep in the russet coils of her pubic hair. He fell forward 
then, his heaviness smashing her full white breasts tightly back against his 
hairy chest. He thrust forward at the same time, his hard thick cock 
slipping into her pussy like a merciless length of lead pipe, forcing the 
moistly clinging flesh of her interior walls apart before it. There was no 
stopping until, with a deep-throated groan, his testicles slapped heavily 
into the quivering moons of her naked ass. 

"Oh, dear God!" she wailed beneath him, her legs flailing out to the side as 
she tried to ease the searing pain of her abruptly ended virginity. 

She had never felt so utterly filled in her life, and Fred's impaling 
rock-hard cudgel felt as if it had ripped her vagina into shreds as he 
slammed into her without the slightest consideration for her comfort or 
well-being. And then, without a moment's hesitation, the impassioned young 
groom began to make long gliding strokes in and out of his new bride's 
tortured cunt, groaning with each inward thrust as though he wished to 
pierce her through and through. 

Carol tossed fitfully in her bed as the memory sped on like an obscene 
kaleidoscope. She could barely remember those following painful minutes of 
her late husband's first love making, because the transition that had 
followed had been nearly overwhelming. Despite her initial horror and 
physical discomfort, she had undergone some kind of miraculous 
metamorphosis-she'd actually begun to like it! 

As the young bride slowly lost her will to resist, she felt her pussy 
becoming increasingly more viscid and open around Fred's ravishing swollen 
cock. She started screwing her vagina up and down on the turgid staff of 
flesh, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take him to 
the hilt in her quivering belly, until it protruded from her very throat. 
She no longer had any pride left. In her young mind, she had been thrown 
back to some primeval forest and, like a jungle beast, was no longer 
accountable for her sins, real or imagined. 

The delighted young husband wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that 
he had somehow unknowingly tapped that bit of whore that lives inside all 
women. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing 
body, letting the hungrily clasping lips of her ravished cunt nibble up and 
down his now-accustomed length, driving the hotly expanding head of his cock 
against the sensitive nub of Carol's cervix. 

"Ohhh, ohhhhhh!" she groaned out of control as Fred's entire invading 
hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving white 
buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress beneath their sweating bodies. 

Wasting no time, now that he had her responding with every inch of her 
wantonly rocking body, Bauer reached under her grinding ass-cheeks and 
slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between 
their rounded half-moons. Finally, he found the tiny puckered opening of her 
anus and thrust his curious digit in to the second knuckle in the tightly 
clenched little orifice. 

Carol grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her rectal opening. 
Her slender feet jerked erotically in the air above her new husband's 
muscular back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer nylons. He'd hurt 
her again, but this time she enjoyed the pain for the knowledge that it 
would soon bring pleasures still more acute. Through the thin wall of flesh 
that separated the finger in her asshole from the prick in her slippery pink 
cunt, Fred Bauer could feel the ridges on his cock rippling through the warm 
wet waves of flesh. 

As Carol began to moan and grunt like an incoherent pig, the young husband 
grinned lewdly down at her lust-contorted face as he rammed his pelvis 
forward with a vengeance. With each bone-jarring thrust, she gyrated her own 
viscid crotch down smoothly over Fred's slippery hardness. He thrust his 
probing finger further into her creamy asshole until it was buried to the 
palm of his hand, then withdrew to the tip, only to repeat the entire 
process to his bride's growing delight. He had her hopelessly, deliciously, 
lewdly impaled between finger and penis, and was thoroughly enjoying the 
erotic torture he was subjecting her to. Her copiously flowing juices ran 
down the slender white columns of her exposed upper thighs and onto the 
mattress. She strained back against him, arching her loins against his 
driving pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling middle finger. She 
moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled 
bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it, half in 
pain, and half in pleasure. 

"AAAuuuurrrggghhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her yet harder in lewd 
rhythm between his hand and the growing column of his penile flesh. He could 
feel its thickness expanding more and more with each thrust he made up into 
the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very helplessness of his 
bride. Carol could feel the stone-hard shaft thicken enticingly inside her 
ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from the hotly building 
crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep within her trembling belly. 

"Harder, Fred ... Oh, darling ... Harder!" the young wife of just a few 
hours chanted in time to the drubbing she was receiving from her young stud 
of a husband. Huge waves of delicious sensation raced through her entire 
body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling, 
filling, until she was ready to burst. 

She sucked wildly on the tongue that had suddenly found its way into her 
mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled to completion. Nothing 
else seemed real; only the cock in her cunt and the finger worming in and 
out of her asshole had meaning for her at that moment. 

And then, she felt great floods of her cum-juice gushing from the walls of 
her pussy, pouring forth in endless streams around Fred's hard fleshy rod 
slipping faster and faster into her. She seemed to be cumming forever, the 
fluids running out to bathe her husband's balls and probing hands. She 
thrust her velvet loins up at him with superhuman force, skewering herself 
hungrily on the thick pole of meat that pumped into her with a fury equal to 
her own. Her nostrils flared in passion, then a final gasp of breath issued 
from her O'ed lips as if all the wind had been knocked from her lungs. 

Fred felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her while 
her legs splayed out and waved in the air on either side of his perspiring 
body. He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his aching balls and 
rush down the length of his pulsing thickness, spewing wildly out into the 
very depths of her clasping womb. He was filling her completely, his hot 
seed overflowing with her own love-juices out of the succulent flesh of her 
pussy. Then, he gave one last low gasp as he emptied the last of his load 
into Carol's quivering belly, and collapsed like a broken marionette over 
her limply spread body. 

They lay still for a long reflective moment, a loose tangle of arms and 
intertwined legs, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Then, Fred 
lifted himself from the unmoving form of his beautiful young wife, his 
deflating cock slipping lewdly from her cum-drenched furrow with a loud 
sucking noise. 

Carol's still-lovely legs kicked straight out in the empty bed as the memory 
of her first climax brought her cruelly awake. If she didn't stop this 
nonsense of thinking about sex all the time, she knew she was going to go 
stark raving nuts. It certainly wasn't doing her studies any good, that was 
for sure, and her little "episode" with the candle the night before had left 
her feeling sexier-and dirtier-than she'd ever felt before in her life. And 
yet, even now, she had to consciously resist the temptation to touch herself 
down there again. God, it would be better to just go out and pick somebody 
up, than that! she mused. But then, she knew she couldn't do that, either 
... it was too far removed from her inborn sense of propriety ... she was a 
thirty-four-year-old mother of a teenage boy, not some irresponsible 
adolescent ... No, it was completely out of the question to be entertaining 
such thoughts ... wasn't it? 

 Chapter 5 

When Grant returned from the ball game, it was already getting on to six 
o'clock, and he was surprised to find not a single light on in the entire 
apartment. "Aunt Vikki?" he called out. "Angel? ... Anybody home?" 

Nothing. 

He went directly to the closet in the foyer to hang up his wind breaker, 
then moved to the kitchen and began to extract from the cupboards the 
necessary ingredients to construct himself a peanut butter sandwich. 

"Oh, Vikki, ohhh ...!" 

Jeez, what was that? his startled brain registered the not-too-distant 
sound. Knife loaded with peanut butter frozen above a slice of bread, he 
listened again, sharply. 

"Mmmyesss, sugar ... like that!" 

This time there was no mistaking Angel Manning's silky-sultry voice. He 
moved cautiously towards it. It seemed to be coming from his Aunt Vikki's 
bedroom. But what ...? 

Outside Vikki's room, Grant raised his hand to knock, then dropped it on 
second thought, standing uncertainly in the abbreviated hallway for a long 
minute while trying to decide what to do. In a way, he supposed that 
whatever was going on in his young aunt's room was none of his business-no 
matter what it was-but then, his curiosity was piqued, too! 

Surreptitiously, careful not to make a single sound, the handsome young 
teenager dropped to one knee and peered through the keyhole. Holy Christ, 
his mind responded in a silent gasp to the unbelievable sight that assailed 
his impressionable young eyes, Aunt Vikki's kissing Angel's pussy! 

Inside the bedroom, Angel's naked ebony beauty was sprawled lewdly on the 
enormous bed, her hollowing black buttocks propped high on a wadded goose 
feather pillow. Vikki, equally and voluptuously naked, knelt between her 
legs with her own delightful white ass raised high in the air behind her 
like that of a bitch dog in heat. The sounds of sucking could be heard 
clearly now that Grant had moved still closer to the door, and he felt the 
instantaneous beginnings of an erection in the confining folds of his under 
shorts. 

"Oh, sugar, nobody can suck like you!" Angel was hissing out her passion 
again. "You've got a tongue like an anteater!" 

Grant hastily unzipped his fly and pulled his turgid youthful hardness out 
into the open in anticipation of what was about to take place before his 
very eyes. He'd never even imagined what it would be like to watch two women 
making love together, and here it was not only going to happen, it was going 
to happen between his fantastically beautiful young aunt and her gorgeous 
black roommate! 

Angel felt her clitoris quivering into lusty hardness, and knew it was 
peeking out from its little hooded canopy, enjoying the stab of ecstatic 
bliss as her friend's eager tongue grazed and caressed it. She was nearly 
overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her 
loins and belly as she felt the tender lingual probings and tender kisses at 
the juncture of her tapering sepia thighs. God, she thought wickedly, you 
really are a black-hearted bitch, ain't ya! Another erotic tremor thrilled 
up her spine. Just a shameless nigger whore who fucks Honky-boys and lets 
their "aunties" suck your black pussy! 

Vikki, her own sweet sex alive with little tingling tongues of excitement, 
hungrily pressed her lips still closer to the soft musky folds of her 
roommate's hair-fringed cuntal slit, her busy little hands behind her, 
squeezing and kneading the smooth and pliant flesh of Angel's naked ass. 
God, how she loved it! Her mouth became cruel, almost ravenous, in its 
efforts to absorb as much of the black girl's sweetly-perfumed sex into her 
mouth at once. Yet, oddly, her touch was very feminine, too. Gentle ... 
soothing ... exciting! 

"Oh, sugar!" Angel stammered excitedly, her long-nailed fingers entwining in 
her girlfriend's thick red hair and pulling her sucking face yet closer to 
her sex. "Oh, fuck ... Oh, fuck and suck ...!" She babbled, nearly 
incoherent in her lust, her mind reeling and seething with sexy obscene 
thoughts. It wasn't often that she could con Vikki into eating her, as crazy 
as Vikki was about cocks, but when she did, like now as part of the plan to 
ensnare her own unsuspecting nephew ... wow and double wow! "Oh fuck, eat 
me, you redheaded honky slut!" 

Vikki was nearly gasping, her lungs drawing air in short staccato bursts, 
never breaking the voluptuous wet contact between mouth and vagina. Even her 
nose was buried in Angel's weeping flesh, rubbing and teasing against the 
distended nub of the black model's scarlet clitoris. Oh, sweet fucking Jesus 
she loved to suck ... anybody ... anything! 

"Oh, sugar!" Angel gasped again. "Oh, sugar!" She ground her pelvis wickedly 
back and forth in her roommate's eagerly devouring face. "OH, SUGAR!" 

Grant shivered in lewd delight from his hiding place. His thick teenage cock 
pulsed wildly in his hand and beads of perspiration dotted his attentive 
brow. He had never imagined such filthy talk being rained against his 
beautiful young aunt before, and the mere idea of Angel's talking down to 
her like she was some kind of street trollop appealed to a dark sadistic 
side of his nature of which he'd been only vaguely aware. God, he could even 
make out the wispy red curls of hair surrounding her slightly spreading 
vaginal lips! 

As if on cue, the twenty-seven-year-old aunt reached down between her 
kneeling legs, unceremoniously slipping two long fingers into the slender 
folds of her vaginal tract to rub there without actually entering as she 
continued her lewd lapping. 

Angel shivered lewdly. "S-Stick your finger in my ass, Vikki," she 
suggested. "Shove it in as far as it will go!" 

Vikki complied instantly, nearly tearing the tender interior flesh of 
Angel's tightly clenched asshole with the middle finger of her free hand. In 
a matter of seconds, the probing digital invader had found its way in to the 
hilt; it was buried to the palm of her hand and wriggling wildly. 

And then, abruptly, Vikki stopped sucking and looked up at her girlfriend in 
a mixture of affection and lust. "Angel," she hissed, "turn around ... I 
want you to suck me, too!" 

The young black beauty smiled wickedly, then pulled away to assume the 
required position. With eagerly parted legs, she felt Vikki's face resume 
its former pose, while her own twisted upwards to burrow into the tight nest 
of coppery curls now poised above her succulent lips. Instantly, she began 
to nurse and suck on the weeping nectar she found accumulated there in the 
redhead's passion. It tasted gamey, but clean and not in the least 
unpleasant. 

Vikki, her own tongue busily working again in Angel's hot black cunt, 
shivered lewdly at the tingling sensation of her roommate's long pointed 
tongue probing the innermost depths of her vagina. It was doubly thrilling 
to be sucking Angel's pussy at the same time, in a wild and abandoned 
sixty-nine position that caused the two women to wiggle and twist around 
like a pair of rooting sows on the smooth satin bedspread. Vikki's desire 
flamed even hotter with the knowledge that soon, very soon, her own handsome 
nephew would be joining in the evening's festivities. Indeed, by some sixth 
sense, she already knew he was just outside her bedroom door, his swollen 
penis filling the palm of his sweaty little hand. 

Grant could hardly believe what was taking place right before his very eyes 
as the two women in the next room lapped and sucked each other's pussy's 
into a pair of virtual froths. Nothing, not even time itself, could gain a 
foothold in his consciousness. All was now ... all was here ... all was 
flesh ...! He felt as if he might swoon with the very lust that threatened 
to consume him, body and soul. He grew careless. He moaned aloud. 

Instantly, Grant's hand flew to his mouth as if that could in some measure 
stifle the effects of the sound he'd already allowed to escape in his 
blinding passion. His eyes went blurry for a second as his fevered young 
mind sought a solution, but even as the bedroom door swung open to bathe him 
in the dim light coming from a single bedside lamp, he knew it was too late. 

"I ... I mean ... Oh God, Aunt Vikki, I-" 

"I can see what the problem is, nephew," Vikki soothed as gently as possible 
under the circumstances. "Why don't you come in and let Angel and me take 
care if it for you?" 

Grant's eyes cleared instantly. "H-Huh?" he queried disbelievingly. "Y-You 
mean you're not ... you're not mad?" 

"Only for fucking," Vikki chirped. "Now why don't you come show your Aunt 
Vikki if you're as good as Angel says you are!" 

The young man's half-deflated cock perked back up as he stared, still in the 
kneeling position, up at the towering nakedness of his young aunt's standing 
beauty. Her lovely red-haired pussy was level with and but inches from his 
quivering lips and he had to fight the urge to bury his face in it as he'd 
just been watching the young black girl do. 

"Well?" Vikki pressed. "You're not going to go chicken on us, are you?" 

Grant couldn't resist the delectable morsel before him, still glistening 
with Angel's saliva and Vikki's own juices, sparkling lewdly in the dim 
light like some primordial beacon. He fell forward, his unexpected weight 
nearly bowling the redhead over as his strong arms encircled her boyish 
buttocks, his face burrowing wetly into her muff. "Oh, Aunt Vikki," he 
sobbed in passionate admittance, "you're so ... beautiful!" 

Vikki could barely suppress a giggle at the muffled confession coming from 
between her legs. Her young nephew's ardor was so fresh and genuine in 
comparison to those "creeps" like Richard Garfield that she was forever 
being forced to fuck and suck that it filled her with a powerful sense of 
exhilaration. Idly, she ran her slender fingers through his long brown hair 
and pressed her titian bush a little tighter to his adoring face. 

"Hey, y'all," Angel chirped merrily from the bed behind them, "don't I get 
in on this, too ... Or is it 'family only' night?" 

Vikki cast a knowing glance over her naked shoulder, then reached down to 
help her nephew to his feet. "C'mon, Grant baby, let's show Angel how it's 
done!" 

Grant followed his mother's younger sister into the room like an obedient 
puppy, and stood by the side of the bed expectantly awaiting further 
instructions. Immediately, Vikki climbed up on the bed and resumed her 
former position astride the naked black girl. "Grant, honey," she suggested, 
"you get up behind me and screw me like a dog while I finish eating Angel." 

The young nephew needed no further encouragement as he quickly shed the 
remainder of his clothing and inched up on the bed on his hands and knees 
behind the elevated dimpled haunches of his beautiful young Aunt Vikki. 
Quickly now, she reached down between her slightly parted legs and took his 
strong young cock in her tightly gripping fingers and guided it between the 
moist lips of her cunt, drawing it slowly back and forth through the hot 
slick furrow without entering. Then, she placed its bulbous youthful head at 
the mouth of her vagina, slowly inching her buttocks back towards him, 
letting her sex swallow his throbbing young prick into her with tortured 
patience. 

"There!" she gasped around her cunt-filling tongue. "Now, just let it rest 
in there for a minute while you watch ... and learn the amazing wonder of 
women's nature." 

Grant couldn't have answered if he'd wanted to. The hot moist walls of his 
aunt's pussy had sucked his cock right up into her, and as he half-knelt, 
half stood behind her, he could feel the sleek inner muscles tightening and 
relaxing like a mouth ... only better, and he couldn't hold himself back 
from flicking his hips back and forth as he tried to thrust further and 
further up into her. 

Vikki felt her breath whipped away by the efforts of her nephew, plunging 
his excited young cock up into her voracious cunt from the rear. Before she 
realized what she was doing, she was raising her red-thatched pussy still 
higher for him and pushing back with a passion equal to his own. It was 
almost unreal the expertise with which he speared into her, pounding his 
virile young loins into her wide-spread ass-cleft until she could feel his 
bloated balls slap solidly against her erect and swollen clitoris. 

Angel Manning, too, was caught up in the spirit of the moment. Not only 
could she see what Grant was up to behind his kneeling aunt, she could see 
also Vikki's voluptuous tongue thrusting in and out of her own nakedly 
dripping vaginal tract, catching occasional glimpses of the ragged edges of 
her cunt clinging to the slippery surface of the tongue jabbing into it. 

Vikki's face wore an expression of bliss-filled enchantment as the black 
girl's pelvis flexed rhythmically in time to the obscene tongue fucking, 
while behind, she could feel the ever-increasing activities of her handsome 
young nephew as he sought to bring them both to rapid completion. Grant's 
total experience with sex had been the night before with the same black girl 
who's cunt she now so deliciously sucked, but the skill with which he sawed 
in and out of her fevered channel was such that she would have been hard 
pressed to believe it if she hadn't known otherwise. 

Grant's eyes bulged wider and wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges 
of the protective, soft, fleshy folds around Vikki's pussy, drawing back 
with each powerful backstroke, then swallowing in again as he thrust 
forward, her eyes opening and closing in a glaze of passion. Sweet fucking 
Jesus, but she was the foxiest piece of ass in the world ... Even better 
than Angel, and that was going some! He panted heavily as he watched his 
rock-hard prick, moist with his aunt's secretions, pistoning into the 
coral-hued slit of her beautiful copper-haired cunt. The sight of her full, 
white, rounded buttocks, and her tightly puckered rectum above was nearly 
more than he could stand. 

"Oh, dear sweet God, yesss!" Vikki hissed around the flesh seeping into her 
tender mouth. "Oh, baby, baby, BABY!" 

Suddenly, she could feel with obscene delight the few tiny, springy pubic 
hairs around the base of Grant's strong young penis brushing tantalizingly 
against the soft inner edges of her wide-spread ass-cheeks. She dropped from 
her elbows to allow him still easier access, at the same time pressing her 
face and nose up tightly against her friend's cunt, her heavy breasts 
squashing nearly flat against her upper thighs. "Oh ... Oh ... OH!" she 
chanted lewdly, rotating her wickedly presented posterior around and around 
on her nephew's thick pole of flesh. "You're doing it perfect, baby ... just 
hold onto my hips and ... ugh! ... and ram it in as hard and as fast as you 
can! Yes, like that! MMM-mmmHHHmmm! Oh, God yesss ... beautiful ... 
BEAUTIFUL!" 

Instantly, her heartfelt urgings were drowned in a gurgle as Angel pressed 
her persistent pussy into her babbling mouth. "Just shut up and eat, you 
honky bitch!" she laughed good-naturedly. "Y'all can bullshit on your own 
time!" 

The young aunt could hear her nephew gasp behind her as her tongue moved in 
and out of Angel's cunt in time to the movements of her ass. It was as if 
she were mesmerized by the incestuous activities she had so cunningly 
planned with the help of her beautiful black roommate. 

She licked and sucked like a madwoman, knowing full well that if she kept up 
her pace, Angel would be cumming in a matter of seconds. She also knew that 
she, too, would be a victim of the same fate if Grant didn't slacken a 
little, and she didn't want that. Not yet. 

"Grant darling, slow down a little and make it last," she sucked. 

"I-I can't, Aunt Vikki," the teenager panted hopelessly, "it feels too 
good!" 

There was little the young aunt could do but to relax and enjoy it ... and 
to make every conscious effort to reach her own climax before he peaked. Her 
pearly lacquered toes curled under her feet, her entire skin a mass of 
shivering excited goose flesh, she arched her naked ass up at an outrageous 
angle and held fast, her tongue plunging in and out of her roommate's pussy 
like that of a hummingbird extracting nectar from a rose. 

Angle bore down for all she was worth, her strong slender fingers winding 
tightly in Vikki's loosely flowing mane of coppery hair, smearing her entire 
face in her creaming red slash. And then, she knew that she was there. 

"Oh God, sugar!" she screamed. "Keep it up! Keep sucking! I'm ... 
cummmmminnnnnnggg!" 

The lewd words spewing from the black girl's pretty mouth were enough to 
trigger Grant to new heights of effort as he drilled into his aunt's cunt 
like a berserk wild-catter expecting to strike oil if he can just get the 
bit in that crucial last half-inch. Kneeling up behind Vikki's bent-over 
body, he gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long rapid strokes, 
waiting to feel the signal of her total acceptance inside her responsively 
swiveling cunt. A feeling of absolute power surged through him as he held 
her hips in his hands and skewered repeatedly into her, enjoying the 
sensation of the soft fleshy ridges of her cunt slowly opening around his 
incessantly pistoning cock, her love-juices hot and slippery within the 
tight narrow passage. He stretched the quivering half-moons of her ass wide 
with his sturdy young fingers, watching with lewd delight the pinkly wet, 
glistening vaginal walls clinging around his penis on the out stroke, then 
folding in with the impaling instrument as he drove repeatedly back into the 
snug vaginal sheath. The tight enveloping softness brought a tingle of 
maddening delight shooting through his cum-laden testicles as his wetly 
encased cock pulsated with lewd pleasure. 

Vikki's smoky blue eyes opened and closed in a glaze of passion, flashing 
with the intensity of the feeling ravaging her plundered loins. She spread 
her thighs out wider, moving her narrow feet apart on either side of Grant's 
bent knees. Her head dropped lower onto Angel's still-cumming cuntal plane, 
forcing her swaying white buttocks up higher for greater contact with the 
tactile surface of her nephew's hairy crotch, leaving her bulky white 
breasts flattened obscenely against the black girl's slender satin thighs, 
their very smoothness perking up her erect nipples to flint-like hardness. 

Forgotten now, was the nature of her incestuous actions, the "sin" of making 
love to her own sister's handsome young teenage son. All that mattered at 
that moment was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire gone 
out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted to be 
subjected to any and all lewd demands that might be placed on her voluptuous 
white body. 

From his supreme position above her, Grant looked down and saw the tiny 
puckering anus nestled in the narrow split of her openly spread buttocks, 
and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to shove his finger up it to the 
hilt! Quickly, he slipped the extended middle digit of his right hand down 
into the weeping juices of his aunt's pussy, moistening its tip thoroughly 
before sliding it up again to the tiny anal mouth clenching and unclenching 
beneath his eyes. Lubricated by her own cuntal fluids, the finger paused 
momentarily to tickle lightly at the puckered opening before slithering 
inward to the palm of his hand. 

"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!" the startled young redhead groaned in front of him, 
her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled vainly to escape 
his brutally invading finger. Still, Grant gripped her lovely naked 
shoulders forcefully with his free hand, pulling the anguished young aunt 
back tighter against him. Slowly, he twirled his finger around inside the 
narrow contracting passage, working excitedly in rhythm to the drubbings of 
his youthful cock below. 

Vikki felt the searing pain in her anus slowly subside as her rectal passage 
grew accustomed to the presence of the skewering finger, and she began to 
rock backwards to meet its inward thrusts, matching the steady rhythm stroke 
for thrilling stroke. She thrashed and bucked helplessly before him, her 
eyes bulging and her long red hair whipping from side to side as she ground 
back on her nephew's delightful thickness. The huge young penis buried to 
the balls in her succulent pink cunt felt for all the world like the beating 
heart of a wild beast, each thrust spreading the walls of her cunt a little 
farther apart. She had grossly underestimated the young relative's capacity 
for love making; had no idea that his cock would swell to such breathtaking 
proportions. 

Her body felt almost limp to Grant, like a rag doll draped on the end of his 
pulsing teenage knob. He continued to stroke smoothly in and out, gradually 
lengthening his strokes as his cock grew. To the obscenely skewered young 
aunt, it felt as though his cock was gliding wetly all the way up between 
her laboring lungs each time he lunged into her. "Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Uh 
...!" she chanted in time to the smooth strokings between her quivering 
slippery ass-cheeks, the sounds all but smothered by the cream-soaked patch 
of Angel's still-spread pubic mound before her. She could feel Grant's 
churning balls swinging freely upwards on the instroke to slap resoundingly 
against the satin plane of her stomach, and she reached down between the 
trembling white columns of her thighs to milk them with her long-nailed 
fingers, gently scratching the prickly tactile surface with their tips. She 
was rapidly approaching orgasm now, and her body was becoming something both 
pristine and animal as she felt her nephew slither his strong young hands 
forward beneath her heaving torso to respond to her testicular caresses by 
fondling her melonous white breasts. She twisted and jerked beneath him like 
something savage, raising her upper body slightly to give him easier access 
to her strawberry nipples, grinding her buttocks back in lewd concentric 
circles. She'd never felt so utterly filled in her entire life, and by a 
sixteen-year-old kid at that! 

"Oh shit, Aunt Vikki!" she heard the tortured admission that preceded the 
initial squirts behind her. "I can't ... I'm going to ... OH SHIT! 

Vikki shuddered ecstatically and bucked her body crazily back on the shaft 
of her young nephew as his first powerful emissions gushed forth with nearly 
enough pressure to knock her from the bed. God, the kid's an absolute 
reservoir of the stuff! her mind exploded excitedly as he pumped what felt 
like a quart of semen into her sucking pussy. And then, as if the very 
thought of his creaming inside of her had triggered it, she, too, felt the 
end in sight. 

She bore down stoically, milking the full load of her nephew's seed from his 
jerking balls with the educated muscles of her cunt. Her clitoris soared 
thickly, like the skin of a sun-ripened tomato about to burst its juices. 
Her body was an absolute mass of tortured flesh. She was cumming. 

"Oh, Grant ... baby ... darling ... fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!" 

 Chapter 6 

Richard Garfield confidently tapped out the required code on the touch-tone 
telephone dial with his middle finger, his ugly mouth worrying the end of a 
huge unlit black cigar. Idly, he reached down to straighten the rising lump 
in his trousers, then cleared his throat to respond to the sexily whispered, 
"Good morning; Stafford Modeling Agency. Can I help you?" that followed the 
second ring at the other end of the line. 

"You sure can, sweetheart," he chirped back at the unidentified feminine 
voice. "Lemmee speak to Elgin Stafford." 

"Just a moment, sir, I'll see if Mr. Stafford is in ... May I tell him who's 
calling, please?" 

"Yeah, sweetie, tell him it's Dick ... Dick Garfield." 

There was a lengthy pause in which Garfield took the time to light the 
cock-sized stogie that decorated his hog-like face. 

"Hello ... Dick?" 

Garfield let the smoke out easily. "Elgin, ol' buddy, how's tricks?" 

Stafford swallowed nervously. "Hey, this isn't about Vikki Haydon, is it? 
... I mean, she showed up, didn't she?" 

"No, it ain't about Vikki, Elgin ... But, I will admit she's every bit the 
cocksucker you said she was!" 

Stafford issued a small sigh of relief. "You want her again?" he questioned. 

"Naw, it ain't that, ol' buddy ... It's about the Brinkman account." 

"Oh?" Elgin responded, his interest obviously piqued. 

"Yeah, well, Tony Brinkman says he'll give the agency an exclusive six month 
contract on his line if you can provide him with another movie for his 
collection." 

Stafford felt beads of nervous perspiration pop out on his upper lip. He'd 
dealt with Brinkman before, but never on an exclusive. That meant catalogue 
sales, the finest stores in the country, television coverage ... big money. 
Still, he felt a little squeamish about the movie angle. The first time he'd 
contributed to Brinkman's little "home movie" collection, the order had been 
for a "twelve-year-old girl fucking a monkey." The girl was easy enough to 
arrange, but it had taken him nearly a goddam month to find and train the 
monkey! 

God only knew what he wanted this time. 

"Elgin?" 

"Here, Dick." 

"I thought maybe I'd lost you for a minute there." 

"No, I'm still here ... What kind of flick does that fucking faggot want 
this time?" 

It was true. Tony Brinkman, for all his excellence as a ladies' fashion 
designer, was a flaming homosexual. Just what he did with the movies, Elgin 
Stafford didn't know and was scared to ask. Most likely, he used them to 
turn his "boyfriends" on with. 

"He wants a mother-son thing this time," Richard Garfield continued. "A kid 
in his teens and a broad no older than forty ... You can fake it; that 
queer'll never know the difference." 

"Jesus Christ, does that bastard think this is some kind of whorehouse!" He 
could hear Garfield snigger on the other end of the line. "I ain't got no 
fuckin' broads that look like somebody's mother!" 

"We're talking fifty, sixty grand, Elgin." 

"How much?" 

"Could go as high as eighty if he thinks you got what it takes." 

Again Stafford swallowed. "Gimmee 'til tomorrow to see what I can come up 
with, Dick." 

"Now you're talking, ol' buddy!" 

The instant he heard the line go dead, Elgin cradled the receiver and leaned 
forward to press the button on the intercom. "Peggy," he said, "come into my 
office for a minute." 

Peggy Norcross was the newest and, at eighteen, the youngest of Elgin 
Stafford's employees. A little too "roundly-built" for high fashion, he had 
nonetheless kept her on in a secretarial capacity, primarily because of her 
unusual "gift" of being able to take his entire cock in her ass without 
complaint. But now, of course, there would be no time for that; he had to 
think-and he always thought better when he had the mouth of a pretty young 
girl wrapped around his cock. 

"Did you call for me, Mr. Stafford?" 

Elgin beamed broadly at the pretty blonde face peeking in around the edge of 
his office door. "Yes, Peggy, I was just thinking how lovely that shade of 
lip-gloss you're wearing would look smeared all over the head of my penis." 

A thrill of trepidation rippling up the young secretary's spine, she still 
knew better than to refuse. She had her dress unzipped and over her head in 
a flash, her neatly styled coiffure coming slightly askew in the process to 
give her a devilishly disheveled appearance that Elgin liked. He felt his 
prick stir in his slacks, but he restrained himself until she finished her 
undressing. 

As she stripped to the skin, Stafford let out an audible sigh, his devouring 
eyes taking in the smooth flat plane of her stomach, then up to the largest, 
firmest, most magnificent set of mammary glands he'd ever seen on a girl of 
her youth. Jesus! he sighed inwardly. What a fuckin' pair! The nipples were 
large and surrounded by enticingly dark circles, almost purplish. They had 
begun to tense as if the very idea of stripping naked before her boss in 
order to suck his cock was exciting to her. Her hips were equally 
well-rounded, but anything but flabby. Indeed, they were absolutely cherubic 
in appearance. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the crown atop her head, 
curly and as light as corn-silk. Across the bridge of her pertly upturned 
nose was the faintest smattering of freckles, placed there no doubt to 
accentuate the limpid pools of her calf-sized eyes. 

"You're beautiful, bitch," Elgin complimented her. "A real fine addition to 
the company." 

Peggy approached him slowly, her face blushing as she fell to her knees 
beneath his desk and reached forward to undo the zipper of his fly. 

"Tell me, Peggy, do you know anybody who could pass for a teenager's mother? 
... Someone who'd be willing to make a movie in consideration of a few 
hundred dollars?" 

Intuitively, Peggy knew what kind of "movie" her employer had in mind. "No, 
Mr. Stafford, I don't," she replied apologetically. Then, haltingly, 
"M-Maybe one of the other girls might, though ... M-Maybe Vikki Haydon." 

"Why, of course, Vikki!" Stafford agreed as Peggy's lush pink lips slipped 
over the leaking glands of his cock. I should've thought of Vikki in the 
first place! 

 Chapter 7 

Carol Bauer stared blankly at the flickering gray images on the television 
screen, unable to concentrate on her studies, and yet not fully interested 
in the program either. It had been that way for the past few days now, and 
there weren't any signs that it was going to get any better. She was lonely. 
She missed Grant's happy smiling face ... that handsome face that looked so 
like Fred's ... and she was lonely. And miserable. 

She'd been lonely before when Fred was killed, but then she'd had an 
eleven-year-old boy to take care of. Now, she was alone for the first time 
in years and it felt terrible. Idly, she got to her feet and meandered into 
the kitchen in hopes of interesting herself in something to eat. It was a 
futile gesture, and she knew it; she hadn't had much of an appetite since 
Friday, the day Grant flew to New York. Still, it gave her a few minutes to 
kill without thinking about sex. 

Sex. It had been on her mind almost constantly lately. God, she'd even found 
herself looking at the crotches of some of those big University of 
Pennsylvania "jocks" the past week or so. Including, but not exclusively, 
that of a strapping young black man named Herbie Gatewood. 

Herbie wasn't much older than her son, Grant-only a sophomore, as a matter 
of fact-but he was the most talked-about newcomer to the U. P. basketball 
squad in several seasons. A towering six-eight-and-a-half, he was considered 
to be among the "shorter" of the nation's most recent batch of "hot shots," 
whose speed on the forward court more than made up for any stature 
deficiencies; he moved with the grace of a jungle cat, off court as well as 
on. 

At first, it hadn't fazed the rusty-haired young mother one way or the other 
that the U's star hoop-attraction had ended up in her summer chem class in 
an effort to bring a slipping G. P. A. up to "playable" standards. After 
all, she'd reasoned, she was thirty-four years old, and not quite as flip as 
the young cheerleaders who were all going gaga over him. She was a mature 
woman, with a son of her own to raise, and besides, Herbie Gatewood was 
cynical and conceited without par-no matter how big the lump in his pants 
was! Needless to say, Carol had been something more than just mildly upset 
when the instructor had made her and Herbie share the same microscope in 
lab. 

It was bad enough that Herbie kept trying to look down her blouse, but when 
he began to "accidentally" brush his hands across her legs about four times 
each class period, she was at the end of her patience and told him so. 
Grinning toothily, he'd responded, "Hey, baby, I know all about you honky 
mamas, so don't you give me no jive ... You been starin' at my pants as much 
as I been starin' at yours, and if you ever want to do somethin' besides 
look, y'all can reach me at the Beta Sigma frat house." The very nerve! 

And yet, even in her embarrassment, she knew that he'd been right ... she 
had, in truth, stolen any number of glances at his powerful black crotch 
whenever she was sure that his eye was properly glued to the microscope. 
She'd not only looked, she'd felt the lips of her pussy flare slightly as 
she did so! 

Quickly knotting an apron around her tiny waist, Carol began to assemble the 
necessary utensils and ingredients for a tuna casserole, but found her hands 
trembling too badly to continue. Her big blue eyes were beginning to swell 
with tears of frustration as she located her footstool and mounted it in 
search of the cooking sherry on the top shelf of the cupboard. Maybe a drink 
would calm her, she rationalized. Maybe a good stiff drink ... or something. 

It only took a sip or two of the pungent amber liquid to convince the young 
mother that she was wrong; as loath as she was to admit it, there was only 
one way to take care of her problem. And yet, for all the maturity of her 
observation, she couldn't quite bring herself to make the necessary call. 
Instead, she poured herself a full glass of the wine this time, quickly 
draining it in a few searing gulps. This time, she drank for courage. It had 
been so long since Carol Bauer had admitted that there was a physical side 
to her nature that she needed all the help that she could get. 

Finally, she felt as if she could handle it and she crossed quickly to the 
blue Princess phone that hung on the kitchen wall and began to dial the 
number for University Information. While she waited for a response, she 
refilled her glass from the bottle she had brought along with her. Then, 
after clearing her throat with another healthy swallow, "H-Hello? University 
Information? ... Uh, I'd like the number of the Beta Sigma fraternity house, 
please." She'd almost blurted it out, but she breathed a little sigh of 
relief that the arduous task was over. 

Quickly she rung off and dialed again. 

"Beta Sig ... Hello?" 

"C-Could I speak to ... to Herbie Gatewood, please?" 

"The 'Flash' isn't here right now, baby doll, he's at the pool workin' out." 

"Oh ... uh, well, then, I'll ... call back later." 

"Hey listen, baby doll, I'm not doing anything tonight, maybe-" 

"No ... No, thank you." 

The voice on the line was as persistent as it was immature. "Well, hey, 
who'll I say is calling? Maybe you'd like to leave your num-" 

"I, uh, no thank you." Again, she cradled the receiver, this time breaking 
into wracking sobs. Oh, my God! her mind recoiled in a peculiar mixture of 
disappointment and relief. I ... I almost did it! If ... If he'd been there 
I probably would've invited him over to have sex with me! 

The young mother's stomach turned a nauseous flip at her momentary weakness, 
chiding herself at the same time for not having the guts to commit herself 
one way or the other. Then, steeling herself with another half-glass of 
sherry, she began to dial again. It was Vikki's that she was calling this 
time, what she should have done in the first place. It was just loneliness, 
she reasoned optimistically, she'd only called 'The Flash' because she'd 
wanted somebody to talk to! 

"H-Hello, Vikki? No? Who am I speaking to, please? Angel? ... Uh, this is 
Carol Bauer. Yes, that's right, Vikki's sister ... Huh? Oh, I'm fine, thank 
you. Uh, could I speak to Grant, please? Where? A Yankee night game? Well, 
when he gets in would you tell him I'm coming up for the weekend? You will? 
Thanks a lot, Angel Yes, it'll be fun meeting you too, sugar ... Bye-Bye, 
see you then!" 

 Chapter 8 

Vikki knocked twice, lightly, then opened the door and stepped inside, 
shutting it quietly behind her. "What did you want to see me about, Elgin?" 
she queried. 

Elgin Stafford looked up from the bobbing head in his lap and smiled. "That 
will be all for now, Peggy," he said importantly. Then, "Sit down, Vikki ... 
make yourself comfortable." 

Almost reluctantly, the eighteen-year-old blonde secretary extricated her 
mouth from the dripping candy-apple head of her boss' penis. "Y-You're sure 
you wouldn't like me to finish, Mr. Stafford?" she asked, her pearl-gray 
eyes flashing mischievously. "I don't mind if Vikki watches, really I 
don't!" 

"That will be all, Peggy!" Stafford snapped impatiently. 

Defeated, Peggy got up from her hands and knees, gathered up her clothes, 
and beat a hasty retreat by way of the bathroom that separated the reception 
room from Stafford's imposing office suite. As soon as she had gone, Vikki 
took a seat in the crushed leather armchair that flanked her employer's 
desk, deliberately allowing the hem of her short skirt to slide up 
provocatively to reveal a generous amount of creamy white thigh above the 
fine nylon mesh of her stocking tops. She couldn't see his cock for the 
massive desk, but the knowledge that he had made no attempt to cover himself 
filled her with a thrill of perverse excitement. 

"You said over the phone that it was important, Elgin." 

Stafford leaned back in his enormous wing back chair and placed the tips of 
his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of contemplation. "Yes, Vikki, it 
is an item of considerable importance ... it affects your future, and mine." 

Vikki shifted nervously, the hem of her skirt rising still higher. "Y-You 
want me to fuck a horse or something?" she guessed. 

"Too bad it's not that simple," he laughed, "it'd make things a lot easier 
on all of us." 

"Would you just spit it out, for Christ's sake?" Vikki snapped impatiently. 
She didn't like playing cat and mouse. 

"Okay, love," he continued, "here it is; I want you to find me a chick who 
don't look over forty, but could pass for somebody's mama." 

Vikki dimpled pertly. "Tastes changing, Elgin? ... Or, is it just an old 
fantasy?" 

"I'm not kidding, Vikki. It's ... It's for a movie." 

"Let me guess, Elgin; a movie for Tony Brinkman?" 

Stafford nodded. "We'll need the kid, too, but I think I can handle that end 
of it." 

"Maybe I can take care of both ends, Elgin," Vikki offered graciously, the 
petals of her sex flaring ever-so-slightly at the prospect. 

"Oh, yeah? You got somebody in mind?" 

"Maybe ... for a piece of the action." 

Elgin Stafford looked stunned. He wasn't used to being stood up to, even by 
the irascible Vikki Haydon. "What the hell do you mean, 'piece of the 
action!'" he bellowed, his face bloating with rage. 

"Not a big piece, Elgin," she soothed. "But if Tony Brinkman wants a mama 
and son, and I come across with the goods, it ought to be worth a piece of 
the gross." 

Stafford was startled at his prize employee's unexpected display of business 
acumen. "We're talking twenty or thirty grand in modeling fees," he 
explained with an equally unexpected display of reasonableness. "Could go as 
high as forty." 

"How does fifteen percent sound to you, Elgin?" 

"Ridiculous ... Ten, net, tops." 

"Ridiculous." 

Stafford's patience was beginning to wear thin. Only the fact that Vikki's 
skirt had hiked clear up to her nylon-covered crotch kept his cock at full 
erection. "I don't have to give you anything," he reminded her. 

"That's true," Vikki granted. "Somebody else can perform the same service 
for you ... But I'm offering the real thing!" 

The lecherous employer ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-encased 
thighs, exposed to the crotch as she sat in the chair next to him. "And if I 
agree," he smiled lewdly, "would you be willing to perform a little 
additional service for me? ... One that might tip the scales in your favor?" 

"I don't understand," she said, smiling weakly as though completely innocent 
of what he was thinking. 

"I think you do, Vikki," he growled. He stood up and glared at her with an 
obscene leer on his face, preferring to let the sight of his penis finish 
the argument for him. 

Vikki stared at it for a long time, unwilling to admit just how delicious 
his cock looked to her. Still, she knew exactly what he wanted ... what he'd 
wanted for a long time. She'd sucked him and fucked him on countless 
occasions, but she's never permitted him to do what he wanted most of all-to 
fuck her in the ass! He was just too big! She was afraid he'd split her in 
two! 

He had gained the upper hand with her, and she didn't like the feeling at 
all. Finally, she sighed heavily and stood up, slowly removing her clothes, 
lifting her form-fitting sweater over her head and dropping it carelessly to 
the floor. 

"Now you're behaving a little more rationally, Vikki," Elgin complimented as 
he ambled towards the massive red leather couch that dominated a distant 
wall. "It won't be so bad, doll-face; Peggy handles it pretty well." 

Vikki was unimpressed. "Peggy's a masochist!" 

"Aren't you all?" 

Vikki stood before her gloating employer in nothing but her black nylon 
bikini panties and brassiere. As always, she felt dirty and used under 
Stafford's relentless grinning gaze. "Alright," she sighed heavily. "I'll do 
whatever you want. But first, let's come to an agreement about the money." 

Stafford saw what she was up to, but it didn't matter. He was getting 
something he had always wanted and had never been in the position to get 
until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his eyes. "Ten percent net." 

"That's robbery, you bastard," Vikki replied without being able to stop 
herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her cool again. 

"I'd watch that temper if I were you," he advised with a grin. "It's going 
to get you in a lot of trouble one of these days." 

Vikki swallowed dryly. "Okay, we'll play it your way, Elgin." 

"Then I suggest we seal the bargain," Stafford countered. 

Vikki detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice. It hinted at a 
certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly curdled her stomach. God only 
knew what depraved acts he might force her into before this ordeal was over. 
The cruel bastard was capable of anything! 

Stafford knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He was 
finally going to fuck this high-class bitch in the ass, and there was 
nothing she could do to stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of 
her, dropping his pants the rest of the way and letting them fall to the 
floor. His throbbing hard penis still stood out from his body pointing 
straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft growing up through the 
black underbrush of his thick pubic hair. With one hand he stroked the 
foreskin back and forth over the expanding cockhead which grew in size each 
time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He 
watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked 
on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in 
her eyes. 

He stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long 
tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the bursting fullness of her 
brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of her sheer 
black nylon panties. His blatant stare made Vikki feel as if her skin was 
crawling. She thought of all the years she had spent working her way up in 
the world until now she lived almost like a princess, realizing they were 
being swept away in this one brief encounter. 

Suddenly, Elgin grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong fingers 
digging harshly into her skin. He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, 
shining coldly into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very 
depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders 
permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze. 

"No, no. I can't do it," the young aunt whimpered. 

Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as Stafford's arms enveloped her, his lips 
crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her 
soft yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth 
into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but 
fear had drained her of the strength to fight. His portly, pasty body glued 
itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider 
web from which there was no escape. 

"Please, please don't, Elgin," she groaned into the searing mouth locked 
over hers. 

The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards to the couch, sending her 
sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her 
tightly to the cool leather surface. Vikki pressed her thighs together, 
attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between 
them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and 
down against the thin nylon strip of the panties covering her cringing 
vagina below. 

She could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner 
hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against 
hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his 
teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She 
kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge 
him from above her as she began to feel genuine panic at the prospect of 
taking him in the ass. 

Her boss's body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they 
splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock shaft pressed 
demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties. His pelvis 
began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins, rubbing the 
sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips 
undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of 
the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this 
torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body 
to his lewd probings, and then she would give him what he had wanted since 
he had first started working with her ... her complete submission to his 
will! 

"Okay, bitch," he ordered suddenly, "roll over on your stomach and get that 
ass up in the air!" 

Too frightened now to do otherwise, Vikki twisted her body into the 
appropriate position and elevated her buttocks as her lecherous employer had 
demanded. Almost at once, she felt Elgin boldly ripping the sheer nylon 
panties from her cowering white buttocks, laughing lewdly, "No sweat, baby, 
I'll buy ya another pair," as if that was all that concerned her at the 
moment. 

Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous head of his 
cock, Stafford, kneeling up behind her, aimed it directly at the tiny 
puckered mouth of Vikki's asshole. Abruptly, he spread her inviting buttocks 
with his thumbs as if he were splitting a sun-ripened peach, at the same 
time slipping his middle finger in a swiping motion into her involuntarily 
moistening cunt below. With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the 
entrance of her cringing anus, then leaned forward to rest the full length 
of his throbbing red penis in the baby-softness of her ass-crevice. He drew 
the tip momentarily back and forth across the puckered orifice, pushing his 
hands out to further spread her trembling downy cheeks. Then levering 
himself slightly up from the couch, he gripped her tightly around her 
waspish waist and began to shove. 

Vikki held her breath for what seemed an eternity, then groaned aloud as she 
felt the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tightly restricting ring 
of satin flesh. She'd expected pain, but nothing, nothing to compare with 
this! It was as if somebody had shoved a white-hot carving knife up her 
backside. 

"Ohhh ... Goddd! Don't, Elgin, pleeeaaassse!" she begged and pleaded, 
flailing her long legs out on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to 
escape the cruel impalement. 

Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath his awesome girth, trying 
desperately to dislodge him, but her impassioned struggles only served to 
worsen her already-hopeless position. With each buck of her body, Stafford's 
cock skewered hugely into her resisting anal orifice another cruel 
quarter-inch. And then, in sheer exasperation, she heaved a heavy sigh and 
allowed her boss' thickly pulsing hardness to slip unimpeded into the warm 
rubbery depths of her rectum. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then 
knelt quietly to ease the pain of his complete and overwhelming penetration. 
It was pointless to resist any longer; each throb of her tortured body only 
served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to ever greater and more painful 
dimensions. 

"Hey, that's one tight little poop-chute," Stafford complimented lewdly. "If 
I didn't know better, I'd say you was an asshole cherry!" 

In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached down and 
grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher up on her knees, and 
bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching the 
leather couch. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth strokes into 
her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation from her 
pouting lips with each forward thrust. 

"How is it, Vikki?" he queried cruelly. "Is it starting to get to you yet?" 

It was a question that brought no immediate response from the agonized young 
aunt. 

"I asked you a question, bitch!" Elgin snapped again. 

"Oh, Christ ... it's too damned big, Elgin!" she gasped, feeling the renewed 
pain inside her rectum. 

And yet, at the same time, she realized that she was rapidly becoming 
accustomed to the amazing girth inside her asshole, that her boss's lewd 
words were as inspiring to her as always. She felt torn and stretched down 
there, but sheer survival instinct told her that her greatest safety lay in 
allowing him to have his fun as quickly as possible, despite the pain. 

Elgin Stafford groaned as he felt his beaten young employee's anal muscles 
tighten around his lust-knotted thickness. His cock throbbed harder and he 
could barely believe his senses when Vikki's creamy buttocks began a slow 
mechanical rhythm beneath him. He flexed his prick far up into her asshole 
again to cause her further discomfort, in an effort to maintain his sadistic 
control of her, but gasped again as he felt her working anus begin to nibble 
up the full length of his aching shaft like a living glove. His sperm-laden 
balls were churning in their prickly sac, urging him to greater efforts now 
that she had fallen so quickly and unexpectedly. 

Vikki began rocking her hips back onto her boss's cock, then forward again, 
feeling its bone-jarring thickness slip out until only the very tip of it 
remained before burrowing full-tilt back into her. Each time she impaled 
herself on his slimy hardness, her mouth formed a precious "O" as the wind 
was knocked from her. And, each time his pulsating shaft slammed into the 
already-bruised ball of her cervix, she felt a tremor of masochistic delight 
that brought her to a new plane of understanding with Peggy Norcross. At 
last, she knew just what she'd been missing! 

Behind her, Stafford watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish skin 
of Vikki's anal mouth drew back with his lust-coated shaft, clasping and 
slicking to it as though it never wanted to let go. He began a steady 
pumping motion, lewdly pistoning his blood-engorged cock into the velvet 
confines of her clinging nether channel as if his very life depended on it. 
"Oh, shit!" he heard himself stammer mindlessly. "Oh fuck, it's a tight 
little motherfucker!" 

Vikki knelt before him and prayed that her humiliation would not betray her. 
It was bad enough that he practically owned her outright, without letting 
him know just how much she was beginning to enjoy this latest in his endless 
list of personal outrages. And yet, she knew she wasn't fooling either him 
or herself for that matter, she was enjoying it plain and simple, and she 
suddenly wanted to enjoy it! 

"Oh God, yesss!" she breathed hotly into the slippery crushed leather 
surface of the couch. "Fuck it, Elgin! Fuck my ass-hole!" 

Her eyes were glassy with sightless passion as she thought of the very 
circumstances of their lewd encounter. She had just offered the brute who 
fucked her ass like a common street whore not only her own sister, but her 
sister's son as well! And, the very exciting, very wicked idea of it caused 
her to shiver delightedly from head to toe as she thrust her hips back still 
harder onto the flesh that bored deeply into her very soul. 

Now, Elgin Stafford was in his greatest evil glory. He liked nothing so much 
as to have his employees, particularly the uppity ones like Vikki Haydon, 
finally realize their proper position in life-namely, kneeling as she now 
was with the full length of his prick buried in her ass! He knew it would be 
soon that she would begin the short ride to the summit, and he began to fuck 
into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently quivering 
cheeks of her white ass with his jack hammer thrusts. His powerful hands 
gripped firmly at her narrow waist, kneading the pliant flesh there as if it 
were bread dough. His lips bared back against his smoke-yellowed teeth and 
he felt as if he couldn't close his mouth as his breath came in short 
staccato bursts that crackled obscenely throughout the dimly lit 
office-suite. "Oh, Jesus!" he bellowed. "Oh sweet fucking ... Jesus!" 

Vikki felt suddenly alive with a passion that threatened to devour her. She 
had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, but at the same 
time, she couldn't contain the thrills that tripped up and down her spine in 
rapid succession. It was as if through her very sublimation she had been 
released from an oppressive bondage that had kept her enslaved for years. 
Oddly, she felt a surge of power course through her in her humiliation; she 
could at will, she knew, bring Elgin over the brink at her own discretion, 
just by milking the muscles of her asshole ... and she decided to do just 
that! 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" the fat employer bellowed as he felt the coffers of 
his dam begin to burst. "OHHH SHITTTTTTT!" 

Vikki's voluptuous body arched up wildly and spasmed, holding on tightly to 
the erupting length of flesh embedded in her most secret recesses, not 
moving but quivering and clenching around its turgid girth in rhythmic 
pulses. She, too, was on the edge of the precipice, but she wanted to 
luxuriate in the sensation of Elgin's sperm squirting into her asshole by 
the cupful before allowing herself to slip over the rim; it was all too 
delicious to stop now! 

Stafford humped and pumped like a man insane as he emptied his bloated red 
balls into the asshole of his redheaded employee. Slowly, almost 
imperceptively at first, he felt her body begin to churn out its own release 
beneath him, rising like a crescendo of lust until it erupted from her 
throat in a scream. 

"Oh dear God, Elgin ... Elgin, darling, I'm THERRRE! ... I'M 
CUMMMMMMINNNGGG! AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" 

Elgin Stafford made one last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against 
her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a leather strap, and held it there, 
shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. Vikki shook and trembled 
under him for a long lingering moment, and then it was over. 

She collapsed limply forward away from him onto the slippery leather couch, 
his spent penis slipping wetly out of her asshole with a slight pop, thin 
rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of the now-expanded opening to pool 
lewdly at the juncture of her velvety close-pressed thighs, "Oh, Elgin," she 
breathed to his infinite delight, "that was something else!" 

"You liked that, did ya, bitch?" he cackled. "Well, we'll see what your big 
sister thinks of it when the time comes!" 

Vikki felt her heart leap into her throat. "H-How do you know I'm talking 
about my sister?" she queried desperately. 

Stafford leaned back on his beefy haunches and heaved a delighted sigh. 
"Simple arithmetic, Vikki," he returned in response to her question. "The 
other night you told me your nephew was in town, so I just put two and two 
together ... When you said you had a 'team,' I figured you must mean the 
kid's mama ... your sister." He got to his feet then and began to rifle 
through the heap of clothing on the floor in search of a cigarette. "That's 
what I like about you, kid," he laughed. "You're a pervert, just like me!" 

Vikki shivered irrepressibly at the diabolical tone of his accompanying 
laughter. Still, there was no point in arguing about it ... the truth was 
the truth. 

 Chapter 9 

Vikki wasn't exactly certain what the next step of her plan would be when 
she left Elgin Stafford's office-suite, but she knew, intuitively, that 
Carol would be the easiest of the two to handle. After all, she reasoned, 
five years without a man is too long, even for a "dowager" like my sister! 
It was obvious to her, then, that she would have to continue with her 
"tutelage" of her young nephew is she was going to pull it off. And, to that 
end, she'd stopped off at a kinky little lingerie store on the way home 
called, Miss Magic's. 

Now safely back in her apartment, Vikki kicked off her pumps, tossed the 
package containing her purchases onto a vacant chair, then moved quickly to 
the kitchen to fix herself a martini. It was just a little past four, so it 
would be awhile before Grant returned from his sightseeing tour of the World 
Trade Center with Angel; plenty of time for her to try on her new outfit. 

Moving back to the living room with the trenchant liquor firmly in hand, she 
glanced at the chair that contained the simple box whose innocent appearance 
gave no hint as to what was inside. Idly, she meandered over to it, scooped 
it up in her free hand and spun off in the direction of the bedroom. If this 
doesn't get Grant's motor moving, she thought, nothing will! 

Once inside, she plumped herself and the box down on the edge of the bed, 
then set her martini on the night stand. It only took a moment for her to 
remove the binding ribbon and lift the lid off the box, exposing the lacy 
black undergarments nestled in the contrasting white tissue paper. One by 
one, the young aunt removed the garments, examining them closely as she laid 
them out on the bed. Then, unprompted, she crossed to the full-length mirror 
that dominated a section of the wall next to the door at one end of the 
room. Slowly, she executed a graceful pirouette, twisting her head so that 
she could see herself fully as she turned. "Hmmm," she observed. "Not bad 
for an 'old lady' of twenty-seven!" 

Turning from the mirror, she walked to the overstuffed velvet chair that 
flanked the big round bed and began to remove her clothing, folding each 
item carefully and piling them neatly on the seat. Then moving to the bed 
once more, she leaned down and picked up the black lace cut-out bra, 
slipping her arms through its thin black straps and situating the cups over 
the voluptuous fullness of her breasts, then reached behind her to hook the 
tiny silver clasps. Next, she put on the crotchless matching panties, added 
the garter belt and hose, and spun around to admire her reflection in the 
mirror. 

"Oh God, 'Miss Magic'," she smiled smugly, "you're the foxiest bitch in Fun 
City!" Still, something was missing ... something to make her look even 
bitchier yet. 

Hurrying over to the closet, Vikki rummaged around on the top shelf and 
finally unearthed a white shoe box that contained the sexiest shoes in her 
collection. A gift from a wealthy "client," she'd never even had the guts to 
wear them ... until now. They looked like something out of Bondage 
Illustrated or something, with eight-inch heels and "vampish" block soles 
ala Cher. Quickly now, she sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped them 
onto her narrow feet, fastening the delicate buckled straps at the points 
just above her ankle bones. There! she smiled indecently. Now, let's see how 
they work! 

Like a child on stilts for the first time, Vikki teetered precariously on 
the eight-inch heels as she walked from one end of the room to the other, 
her mincing unbalanced steps causing the muscles of her legs and buttocks to 
flex provocatively in time to the gentle swaying of her melonous 
strawberry-nippled breasts. Satisfied with the reflection in the mirror, she 
turned towards the dresser and began to rifle the top drawer for the hot 
pants and sweater combination that was to complete her bizarre ensemble ... 

* * * 

It was a little past six when Angel and Grant parted company in front of the 
apartment complex, with Angel taking the cab on to an "appointment" in the 
lower Seventies. Grant was a little disappointed since it had been such a 
fun day, and he'd really been looking forward to capping it off with a hot 
fuck. But then, he reasoned, Aunt Vikki would more than likely be willing to 
indulge him in that respect if it got right down to the nittus grittus; and 
it was with that thought in mind that he insinuated his key in the lock and 
turned it. 

"Grant honey, is that you?" Vikki's voice rang out from the direction of the 
kitchen. 

"Yeah, Aunt Vikki, it's me ... Where are you?" 

"I'm in the kitchen fixing supper, darling. Is Angel with you?" 

Grant hung up his coat in the hall closet then turned in the direction of 
the kitchen. "She had an appointment with somebody named Garfield or 
something," he explained. "What's cookin'?" 

Vikki turned to face the handsome head that had just appeared in the 
doorway. "I thought maybe some sloppy joes would taste good tonight, honey 
... Is something wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!" 

Grant felt his strong young cock spring rapidly to attention in a series of 
sharp jerks. "H-Holy cow, Aunt Vikki," he blustered, "where'd you get that 
outfit!" 

"You like it, honey?" 

Grant was certain his cock was going to break in half now. "I-I've never 
seen anything like it!" 

"The shoes are a trifle high, don't you think? ... And maybe the shorts a 
tad too tight?" 

"Uh-uh!" he insisted. "It's groovy!" 

"Groovy?" she laughed. "Now there's a hot one! ... I thought it was on the 
sexy side." 

"Oh, it is, Aunt Vikki!" he assured her. "Look!" 

With "look," he gestured forward from the waist, the prominent bulge in his 
trousers immediately catching his young aunt's attention. 

"Oh, my!" she mocked. "Did I do that?" 

In response, the young nephew closed the short gap that separated them, from 
the place where he stood at the door to the place where his mother's baby 
sister stood in front of the stove, in a few long strides. He took her 
forcefully in his arms and kissed her lewdly, his cock grinding into the 
softness of her abdomen through the material of their clothing. 

In the bizarre footwear, Vikki was actually an inch or two taller than her 
nephew, and it felt strange to her that she had to crane down slightly to 
kiss him. Still, the diamond-like hardness of the bulge pressing into her 
lower stomach more than compensated for any stature discrepancies. She 
ground back against him with a fury to match his own, her pointed tongue 
stabbing snake-like into his open mouth. 

"Oh, jeez, Aunt Vikki," he breathed at last, breaking the kiss, "let's go in 
the bedroom and screw!" 

The temptation to say "yes" proved nearly overwhelming to the young aunt, 
but she steeled herself for the task that lay ahead; she was determined now 
to play out her hand completely, to bring her handsome young nephew to such 
a pitch of fevered excitement that he would be amenable to any suggestion 
she might make. "Grant, darling, let's go into the living room ... I have a 
special treat for you." Her voice was fraught with lewd promise. 

"W-What kind of 'treat,' Aunt Vikki?" he blinked nervously. 

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" she teased. Then, 
seeing the hurt expression in his eyes, "I thought I'd do a little strip for 
you first, darling ... Would you like that?" 

Grant swallowed tightly, his head bobbing up and down in the affirmative. 

"Good, baby. Now, let's go see what happens, okay?" 

Obediently, Grant followed Vikki into the living room and made himself 
comfortable on the couch while she went to the stereo to put a record on. He 
could hardly believe what was happening; it all seemed unreal, like 
something out of a fanciful dream. 

"Kick your shoes off and get cozy, darling," his beautiful red-haired aunt 
suggested. "The show's about to begin!" 

From one end of the room to the other she walked, in time to the lilting 
jazz instrumental that had just begun to drift over the intricate speaker 
system. As she pranced back and forth to the music, she began to see herself 
strutting along on a stage, not just for Grant, but for a lot of men ... 
crude, raucous men like Richard Garfield. God, that would be so exciting! 

Naturally, almost nonchalantly, she reached up to the front of her sweater 
and slowly began to undo the row of tiny pearl buttons that held the 
cashmere material so tightly stretched over the melonous orbs of her 
breasts. Then, facing her young nephew as she reached the last button in the 
row, she bent forward slightly from the waist so that her pushed-out 
breasts, their nipples lewdly swollen and exposed through the slitted 
openings, seemed to "leap" out at him. 

Grant emitted an audible gasp as her breasts came into view with the 
shedding of the sweater, scarcely noticing that she had let the expensive 
garment fall to the floor at her feet as if it were a worthless rag. He 
watched her straighten then, turning her back to him and bending once again 
from the waist as if flaunting her backside so deliciously outlined in the 
skin-tight hot pants. Then, slowly, she unfastened the silver zipper at the 
side and drew it reluctantly downwards, wriggling her hips slightly so that 
the hot pants began to shift and droop as if ready to join the sweater 
already on the floor. Sweet fucking God! the teenager's mind fused hotly. 
Even Penthouse doesn't have shots that good! 

Satisfied to let the little hot pants hang there for the moment, Vikki 
turned to face her "audience" once again, smiling provocatively as she 
submitted to her nephew's inspection. Teasingly, she drew her graceful arms 
behind her back, causing the passion-stiffened tips of her nipples to perk 
still more prominently through the openings of the black nylon bra. They 
were big, but perfect, she knew, and she reveled in the undisguised delight 
that flickered like twin fires in her nephew's eyes as he stared at them. 
The aureoles themselves were fully the size and shape of sun-ripened 
strawberries, but more pinkish-beige in color than the fruit they so closely 
resembled. The distended nipples, swollen now to the point of near-painful 
erection, were the size of cigarette filters. 

Slowly, as if of their own volition, her hands reached up to cup beneath her 
breasts as if she were weighing them, her fingers reaching out to roll and 
tweak her nipples with masochistic abandon. "Grant, baby," she soothed 
huskily, "why don't you take your cock out where I can see it, too ... A 
girl likes to know if her man finds her pleasing, you know." 

The young nephew needed no further encouragement. Indeed, he was wondering 
if his cock would actually explode if he didn't release it from the 
restrictive confines of his pants. And then, just as he wrested his turgid 
girth through the narrow zippered opening, Vikki gave her hips the added 
wiggle that sent her hot pants dropping to the floor to puddle at her feet. 

She was still wearing all of her lacy undergarments, but she felt more naked 
than if she had been wearing nothing at all. She turned her back to Grant 
again, nearly losing her balance in the high platform shoes, and bent from 
the waist so that her firmly sculpted white buttocks strained through the 
mesh of lacy fabric, her exposed pussy lips throbbing hot and pink through 
the open crotch of the panties. At the juncture of her thighs, she felt wet 
... wet and hot ... all at the same time. 

Still gyrating her hips in time to the music coming over the stereo, Vikki 
looked between her well-placed legs at the turgid column of her nephew's 
penis poling lewdly skyward from the now-open fly of his slacks at a wicked 
forty-five degree angle. "Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you really do like me, 
don't you!" 

"Oh God, Aunt Vikki, let's fuck!" 

"Does it hurt, darling?" She straightened and turned to face him again. 
"Would you like your Aunt Vikki to make it feel all nice and better for you 
... ?" 

A thin strand of silverish pre-coital syrup was already beginning to leak 
from the inflamed scarlet slit in the head of his cock to soil the brocade 
cushion of the couch below as Vikki approached him. God, he'd never even 
imagined the depravity that burned behind those fathomless blue eyes! 

"I'm going to suck it for you, darling," she insisted. "I'm going to suck 
all the cum right out of your balls and swallow it!" 

Instantly, she sank to her knees on the carpet between his legs, her slender 
right hand reaching out to encircle the trembling stalk of his dripping 
penis. She stroked it gently, lewdly, working the loose flap of foreskin up 
and down over the vermilion knob, hooding and unhooding it in time to the 
music that still piped over the speaker system. She took her eyes from the 
cock she held in her hand just long enough to register the effect she was 
having on him in his eyes. Like her own, her nephew's handsome brown eyes 
were glassy with mounting lust; her pleasure was instantaneous. 

"You like that, don't you, darling?" she smiled wickedly. "You like the way 
'Auntie' rubs your strong young cock ...!" 

"Oh, shit ... SUCK IT!" 

"Say please, Grant." 

"PLEASE!" 

Without further delay, the young redhead lowered her face the remaining 
fraction-of-an-inch to her nephew's cock and began to nurse as if her very 
life depended on it. She swirled her lizard-like tongue around and around 
the bulbous mushroom tip like a child experimenting with a rapidly melting 
ice cream cone, gently parting the gaping slit in the end to allow its 
pungent nectar to flow still more freely onto her sensitive lingual surface. 
It was delicious, her supreme victory, he was putty in her hands. And, she 
intended to play her advantage to the hilt. 

With deliberate slowness, she drew her lips from Grants crowning glory to 
trail a row of dripping kisses down the underside of the shaft to his aching 
testicles nestled in their prickly scrotum. "You think I'm a good 
cocksucker?" she queried with mock innocence. 

"Jesus, Aunt Vikki, you're the best!" 

Her mouth returned to cap his leaking penis but for a scant second before 
darting back down to his balls. "What about, Angel, baby? Isn't she any 
good?" 

"Yeah, she's good ... But nobody can hold a candle to you, Aunt Vikki." 

Again, she gathered the accumulating nectar at the tip. "I know somebody 
who's even better," she lied expertly. 

"Y-You do?" he stammered incredulously. "Who?" 

"Carole." 

"Carol? ... Carol who?" 

Vikki returned in earnest now to the pulsing red fist that was the head of 
her nephew's penis, sucking with deep sure strokes that threatened to draw 
him right down her throat. She left his question momentarily unanswered, let 
his fertile young mind touch and release the obvious connection out-of-hand. 

"Carol who?" he persisted. 

"Carol Bauer, silly!" she breathed around the sweating flesh in her mouth. 
"Your mother!" 

Grant went pale at the mention of his mother's name in such a context; the 
very idea of it was nauseating to him. His cock inexplicably swelled another 
inch. 

"Y-You're lying, Aunt Vikki! Mom would never-" 

"She wants you, baby," Vikki sucked. "She told me you remind her so much of 
Fred ... and God how she used to love to suck Fred off!" 

Grant felt a knot of revulsion in the pit of his stomach as his cock 
threatened to explode right then and there. He opened his mouth to speak but 
could find no words. 

"She used to suck him so much, I'm surprised you were even born," Vikki 
continued cruelly. "Some of his friends, too, when they were in town." 

"Y-You're full of it, Aunt Vikki!" 

"Am I, darling?" 

She let the loaded question hang in the air while she returned to her 
delightful task with renewed vigor. It was obvious from the way her young 
ward's prick swelled in her mouth that she had struck "pay-dirt." 

Grant's fevered young brain was a jungle of confused thoughts at the moment. 
The very idea of what Vikki had just told him was at once abhorrent in the 
deepest sense of the word ... and infinitely exciting. Truss, like most 
healthy and virile young men, he had once or twice conjured up decidedly 
sensual images of himself and his attractive rusty-haired mother in lewd 
embrace ... but he had never for a minute entertained any serious thoughts 
on the subject ... until now. To his utter mortification, he found himself 
pondering that if what his young Aunt Vikki had just told him was true, it 
could just as easily be his mother who was sucking his cock at that very 
moment ... and that he would be enjoying the act even more than he was now 
simply because of the very level of corruption it represented in his young 
mind. Sweet fucking Jesus, it was just too ... much! 

Vikki was sucking for all she was worth now, bringing her satin tongue into 
play in ways that even she had thought impossible. Suddenly, she wanted to 
suck him dry, to draw the incestuous sperm from his handsome balls, to bring 
him to heel like an errant pup. But first, she had one more piece to fit 
into her exquisitely diabolical puzzle. 

"Grant baby," she gargled around his swollen flesh, "how would you like to 
fuck your mother?" 

Grant could feel his pulse thicken in the head of his penis. His mom had the 
biggest set of jugs he'd ever seen on a woman of her size, and the thought 
of getting his hands on them ... or his cock between them ... Or, better 
yet, up her pussy or her ass, was nearly overwhelming. "H-How?" he 
stammered. 

"Don't worry about that part of it, baby," she soothed. "You just leave 
everything to Aunt Vikki, okay?" 

The mere thought of fucking his own mother proved more than the virile young 
stud could handle, and he grimaced openly as his tortured young balls 
churned their final turn before erupting in long delicious spurts down 
Vikki's voraciously sucking throat. He didn't know what his beautiful aunt 
hoped to gain from all that she was suggesting, but whatever it was, he felt 
certain it couldn't be worth half as much as what he himself was getting. 
Jesus, a crack at his own mom! 

Vikki smiled evilly at the increased pressure of the fingers winding into 
her freely flowing wealth of red hair as her nephew fucked furiously into 
her luscious face and she continued sucking at the hotly squirting jets of 
sperm that flooded her throat. Her head bobbed and sucked like she was 
servicing Satan himself ... and in some weirdly unscrupulous fashion she 
secretly supposed that she was. Even their previous little menage a trois 
with Angel couldn't compare with what she was feeling now for excitement, 
and she was almost disappointed when she felt Grant empty the last of his 
load into her face. 

"Jesus, Aunt Vikki," he panted at last, "that was the most I ever came in my 
life! ... D-Do you want me to fuck you now?" 

Vikki looked up at him and winked, strings of semen lewdly connecting her 
flushed lips with the slowly deflating head of his penis. "I think you'd 
better take it easy for the next couple of days, baby," she suggested. 
"After all, you wouldn't want to shortchange your own mother, would you?" 

 Chapter 10 

Carol Bauer was in lighter spirits than she'd been in months when she 
debarked the train at the Lennox Avenue exit. She was a couple hours early, 
but she decided not to call Vikki just yet, preferring instead to walk 
around the balmy summer streets enjoying the breezes wafting in over the 
East River. She'd only brought a small suitcase, intending to spend just the 
weekend and no more in the bustling First City. Still, she felt spunky, 
almost frivolous, as she walked along. New York in summer had always been 
one of her favorite cities; she loved the sights, the smells, the savory 
characters ... everything! 

Of course a girl had to be careful in any big city-even back home in 
Philly-and New York was the biggest of them all. Indeed, it was more than 
once as she walked along, that she was openly, if inoffensively, 
propositioned in scarcely-veiled terms. She reckoned, by the time she rang 
up Vikki from the downstairs lobby, that she had heard the phrase, "Hey 
baby, goin' my way?" at least fifteen times that day. 

It was a surprised younger sister that opened the door for her, instantly 
launching into a mock tirade over her not calling the second she got to 
town. 

"Oh, you know me," Carol explained as she swept past Vikki at the door to 
take a seat on the couch. "I always was a great one for rubbernecking the 
'natives,' even when we were kids ... Where's Grant?" 

Vikki moved Carol's suitcase from the doorway where she'd dropped it to the 
hall. "Angel's got him again," she called over her shoulder. "I think 
they're roller skating at Rockefeller Plaza." 

Carol looked disappointed. "Oh?" 

"They thought you'd be a little later getting here," Vikki explained, 
returning to the living room and taking a seat beside her. "Grant's really 
been looking forward to your coming!" In her mind, she spelled it with a U 
and two M's. "Angel's been looking forward to making your acquaintance, 
too!" This, with a 6 and a 9. 

Satisfied with her sister's explanation, Carol managed a pair of pretty 
dimples. "Has he been behaving himself?" she queried. 

"He's a good boy," Vikki assured her. "Real good!" 

"What's for lunch? I'm starved." 

"I thought you would be," Vikki said, helping Carol to her feet and dragging 
her off in the direction of the kitchen. 

"I had some pizza sent over from Luigi's. It's warming in the oven." 

"Sounds great, Vik." 

* * * 

Elgin Stafford stared reflectively from the window of his twenty-ninth floor 
office suite for a long time before reaching down to straighten the rising 
lump in his slacks. Below, he could see the crowds of summer tourists 
milling the sidewalks like so many thrill-seeking ants well into what, for 
most New Yorkers, was the normal working day. Of course they didn't all work 
the same hours, he thought smugly. Sometimes, they didn't even have to leave 
home to get the job done. 

With that happy thought in mind, he turned from his station at the window 
and approached the intercom set on his desk, intent on calling Vikki to 
check on her progress before calling Garfield to tell him it was set for the 
Brinkman flick. But then, intuitively, he knew Vikki Haydon well enough by 
now to know just how resourceful she could be when she wanted to be. No, 
Vikki wouldn't be having any trouble; of that, he was certain. 

Clearing his throat, the big man extended a beefy middle finger and pressed 
down hard on the toggle marked "Speak." 

"Peggy ... ?" 

"Yes, Mr. Stafford?" 

"Get Dick Garfield on the line ... Tell him it's all systems go on the 
Brinkman thing ... He'll know what I'm talking about." 

"Yes, Mr. Stafford." 

Satisfied, Stafford plunged his hands deeply into his pockets to rattle his 
keys on the way back to the window. Jesus, he could hardly wait! 

* * * 

Vikki dabbed the last vestiges of tomato sauce from the corners of her 
pouting mouth and smiled concernedly. "Y'know kid," she continued with 
sisterly affection, "if I were in your shoes, I think I'd just go out and 
get myself laid and be done with it." 

Carol conceded the point with a shrug. She and Vikki were sisters but, as 
far as sex was concerned, they weren't exactly cut from the same bolt of 
cloth. "I'd like to, Vik ... Maybe then I could get back to my studies, what 
with finals coming up in three weeks ... But, well, Grant's kind of a 
problem, y'know?" 

"No. He's here in New York and you're in Philly." 

"That's just the point, Vik ... I can't just go to bed with a guy ... I 
mean, what if he found out? ... I mean, if I was going steady with the guy 
it might be different, but I just haven't got the time for romance right 
now." 

"Well, I'd never tell," Vikki assured her. "And besides, Grant's a pretty 
level-headed kid; I'm sure he understands that even mothers get horny once 
in a while." 

Carol's blush matched the color of the tomato sauce that dripped from her 
latest slice of pizza ... I supposed," she faltered. "But, he's a lot like 
Fred, too, y'know? I mean, Fred was a real hotshot in bed, but he expected 
me to be a saint in public." 

"Sounds like an old saw, kid ... Grant's hipper than that." 

There was something overly familiar in her younger sister's tone when she 
spoke of Grant that bothered the red-haired young mother. She knew all about 
some of Vikki's wilder exploits, but surely she wasn't ... Her mind refused 
to entertain such notions any further. "Say, this is really good pizza," she 
brightened in an effort, to change the subject. 

"Luigi makes the best in New York," Vikki agreed. "Grant says he's going to 
kidnap one of the cooks and take him back to Philly when summer's over." She 
studied her sister's handsome features, her pertly upturned nose, her deep 
blue eyes. "Y'know, Angel used to be married to this guy who couldn't get it 
up ... kind of an old geezer, y'know?" 

Carol blinked uncertainly, not particularly caring for the direction their 
conversation was taking. 

"Anyway," continued Vikki, "he was kind of a thoughtful old cuss ... But, he 
had business dealings that just wouldn't jell if word ever got out that his 
wife was playing around ... You want more pizza? I can call-" 

Carol shook her head emphatically. "No, I'm going to bust now!" 

"This guy actually fixed it up so she could go out and get laid just like a 
guy ... For money ... No questions asked, no-" 

Carol nearly gagged on her pizza. "What!" 

"Sure, why not? Guys pay for it without any repercussions, why shouldn't a 
woman have the same privilege?" 

Instantly, Carol knew where the conversation was leading. "Are you 
suggesting that I ... I-" 

Vikki nodded vigorously. "It beats getting picked up by God-knows-what in a 
singles bar ... And, who knows, you might even pass those finals." 

Carol thought she was going to be sick. The very idea was revolting. And 
yet, there was an inexplicable subtle parting of her vaginal lips that 
served to increase her mortification. 

"Hey, don't look so shocked, kid," Vikki reprimanded her. "It's just you and 
me talking, okay? Remember the Haydon sisters? Belles of the ball?" 

Carol calmed a little. "You ... You just took me by surprise," she managed 
as if she'd just regained her wind from a blow to the stomach. "For a minute 
there I thought you were serious." 

"I am," Vikki followed. "But nobody's twisting your arm ... Hell, the guy's 
as harmless as a fly ... I've tried him myself!" 

"You have?" Carol was stunned. 

Again, Vikki nodded. "It's neat, clean and unpretentious," she beamed. "If 
you want, I can probably fix up a little 'party' for this weekend." 

The young mother's hands were shaking so bad that she dropped her pizza. 
Everything was coming so fast and yet there was something bizarrely exciting 
about her sister's proposal. God, it went against everything she'd ever been 
taught about decency and propriety, and yet ... it had been a long time 
since she'd done anything really wild. 

"I'll go with you, kid," Vikki offered graciously. "We'll make a real 
shindig out of it." 

Carol looked at her sister for a long moment, her interest obviously piqued, 
her curiosity aroused. And then, with a blush, she reached for another slice 
of hot pizza. "What the hell," she shrugged. "When in Rome ..." 

 Chapter 11 

Elgin Stafford, his big frame attired in a toga-like garment that befitted 
his Caesarian position, paced the floor of his sprawling office-suite like 
an expectant father, inspecting each detail of the hastily-assembled Grecian 
decor for authenticity. If Tony Brinkman wanted a movie, he thought 
generously, then by God, he was going to give him a spectacular! 

Peggy Norcross, dressed in a flowing white satin gown that did little to 
conceal her ample teenage breasts and hollowing buttocks, followed her 
employer around with a slavish ambience, carefully attending to details in 
compliance with his wishes. She paid particular attention to the camera 
set-ups, both those for the actual filming and the unit that was to show the 
film Stafford had personally selected to get everyone into the proper mood. 

Casually, Elgin looked at his watch. "Well, I guess that about does it, 
Peggy," he announced. "We've got just enough time for a drink before our 
'guest-of-honor' arrives." 

Obediently, Peggy went to the bar and began to build a brace of gibbons-just 
the way he'd taught her, giving the cocktail onions a slight pinch and a 
healthy back spin as she plunked them into long-stemmed glasses. As she 
glanced around at her surroundings she, too, was impressed with Stafford's 
choice of decor. Of course, Metaxas would have been more in the spirit of 
the evening than gibbons, but even gods were known to make an occasional 
faux pas. 

* * * 

By the time Saturday afternoon arrived, Carol was in a state of prodigious 
agitation and ambivalent excitement. She was horrified at the position she 
had gotten herself into, yet secretly thrilled as well. There was a nagging 
guilt and a deep-rooted fear on the young mother's part that perhaps her 
willingness to comply with the wishes of her baby sister had to do with more 
than just "getting it out of her system." Perhaps, just perhaps, she worried 
sickly, she was just a little whore at heart ... like Vikki and her likeable 
roommate, Angel. 

Idly, she fixed lunch for the entire crew before Angel whisked Grant off for 
a ride on the Staten Island ferry or something. She didn't eat much of it, 
just picked, and sipped coffee, and wished she was dead ... or being fucked 
to within an inch of her life. In a weird, curiously masochistic sort of 
way, she had been fantasizing almost constantly since her and Vikki's 
"sisterly" conversation as to what she might expect from her upcoming 
"date." In some strange way, Carol reasoned that she was somehow absolved of 
personal liability as far as her enjoying it might be concerned. After all, 
she was only acting rationally-an attribute that Fred himself had put a high 
premium on. 

Shortly after lunch, Vikki had gone out to do some shopping and Carol had 
decided to spend the time she had to herself in the bathtub. Maybe I can 
soak these blues away, she sighed hopefully. 

As she waited for the tub to fill, she peeled off her frayed little 
housecoat and inspected her voluptuous body in the full-length mirror on the 
bathroom wall, as if the bruises on her very soul might actually show 
through her translucent white skin. Then, satisfied that that wasn't the 
case, she turned to shut off the taps and eased slowly down into the warm 
and foamy water. Her thoughts trailed off momentarily then, as she picked up 
a washcloth and began to soap it into a thick, creamy lather. Scrubbing 
first one slender arm and then the other, she felt her satiny skin prickle 
sensuously against the rough nap of the washcloth and realized that she was 
already in a state of semi-readiness. She was looking forward to the coming 
evening, and there was no use in pretending that she wasn't. She wanted to 
be screwed by a lascivious stranger who would treat her like so much meat 
... And worse, she wanted to be forced into it! 

Inexplicably, the soapy washcloth found its way to the forty-inch bust line 
of which she was justly proud, lathering and scrubbing her puffy, berry-like 
pink nipples into rubbery erection. They tilted up proudly, shiny from the 
soap, swollen and throbbing almost as if ... as if someone had been sucking 
on them. Oh God, she thought, I only hope I can go through with this. Yet, 
somehow, deep within her most secret soul, she knew that she would be there 
... with bells on. 

* * * 

Vikki was as surprised and delighted as her sister at the accompanying 
authentic dinner of mousaka and dolmadakia that Elgin Stafford had had 
specially catered from The Seventh Veil-New York's most exclusive Greek 
restaurant. At first she'd been concerned about how Carol would take it, but 
now, as she studied her lovely older sister's profile across the low Grecian 
table from her, she felt certain that everything would proceed according to 
plan. 

Both sisters were wearing the flowing robe-like gowns that Elgin had sent 
over for the occasion, identical to Peggy's but for color. Vikki's gown, in 
keeping with the lighter coppery cast of her hair, was a shimmering pastel 
yellow, while the robin's egg hue of Carol's garment brought out the deep 
blue of her eyes and the deeper rusty highlights of her crowning tresses. 

Carol fidgeted slightly on her pillow next to Elgin Stafford as Peggy got to 
her feet and began to clear away the dishes. She had no idea what role the 
pretty young blonde was to play in the evening's festivities, or just what 
it was all going to cost Vikki, who'd so graciously agreed to pick up the 
tab. Surely the price would be overwhelming. But then, she thought lewdly, 
perhaps all this unexpected extravagance would lead to something truly 
debauched ... something even wilder than the thoughts she'd been 
entertaining about Herbie Gatewood. Anyway, she hoped so; if one was going 
to wallow in wickedness, then the more bizarre, the better ...! 

Elgin Stafford was obviously delighted with his young ward for the evening; 
she wasn't just beautiful, she was stunning, radiant and as fresh as a 
proverbial daisy. It was hard to believe that she was the kid's mother, but 
then he'd had similar reservations when he'd met Grant earlier in the 
day-that he looked too big to have a mother who was only thirty-four. 
Ironically, he thought how "amusing" it would be if Tony Brinkman didn't 
believe it. Nonetheless, he thoroughly intended to see his little project 
through if, for nothing else, just to get his mouth on those fabulous 
titties of hers. And, besides, hadn't he caught her stealing glances at his 
crotch all through dinner? 

He could tell that she was nervous about the whole thing, but that only 
added to his excitement. That, and the knowledge that her own son would be 
waiting in the outer office, listening to the entire affair over the 
intercom system. 

"Peggy," the big man announced suddenly, "why don't you hit those lights ... 
I think the girls are in the mood for a little entertainment now!" 

Carol felt her pulse quicken suddenly as the room went suddenly black. Well, 
girl, she reminded herself, this is it! 

* * * 

Grant Bauer let himself in quietly through the front door and sat down at 
Peggy's desk as he'd been instructed. He reached forward carefully and 
pressed the switch labeled "Listen," then leaned back in the chair and 
folded his hands behind his head. Already, his teenage penis was jerking in 
his pants, and all he had to do was close his eyes to remember the way the 
tremendous bulge in Elgin Stafford's slacks had looked when the lewd man had 
outlined the details of the "party" for him that afternoon. Just the idea of 
that big evil salami sawing in and out of his sweet little mother's pussy 
was enough to send shivers of lewd delight coursing through him, let alone 
being able to listen to and, later, to take part in it. 

He fiddled with the volume control for a second, then leaned back again to 
listen as the buzz of the movie projector sputtered in over the set. Idly, 
his hands dropped down to his lap to rub and fondle himself in anticipation 
of what was yet to come ... 

* * * 

A tremor of curious anticipation knifed through Carol's abdomen as she 
watched the title, THE EDUCATION OF KELLY SHIGETA flash onto the screen that 
had been electronically lowered against a distant wall. She felt her pillow 
sag slightly as Stafford moved a little closer to her, whispering. "You'll 
love this one, dollface!" She huddled low where she sat, catching her breath 
and tensing as a nearly naked, voluptuously built brunette girl flashed onto 
the screen in living color. God, she'd never seen anything so lewd in her 
life! 

The girl stood with her hands on her naked hips. She had clothes on, but not 
many, as she grinned brazenly into the camera. Her face was partially hidden 
behind a white mask, that left her full black-rouged lips clearly visible. 
The girl was wearing a while silk cape that was thrown back over her naked 
shoulders, revealing her melon-shaped breasts in all their rounded 
loveliness. Her nipples were deep purple and swollen, tilting upwards like 
luscious ripe plums. Her lithe young torso was naked except for a 
contrasting black leather corset that pinched and molded the velvety 
alabaster flesh of her already-narrow waist to an unbelievable breathtaking 
thinness. On her long slender legs she wore black leather platform boots 
that stretched to mid-thigh. In her black-gloved hands she idly fingered a 
stiff leather riding crop. 

Oh, my! Carol breathed heavily, squirming deeper into the pillow. Oh my! 

The masked girl grinned at the camera and slowly, wantonly, licked her 
luscious lips. Teasingly, the camera took in her figure, moving in for a 
close-up of her jutting mound of Venus and her thick wedge of black pubic 
hair. Lewdly, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the camera in an obscene 
parody of love making. 

Carol watched mesmerized, her blue eyes wide, as the girl's cuntal lips 
parted with a velvety spread that permitted everyone to see the glistening 
pink interior flesh that betrayed her obscene excitement. The camera pulled 
back then, to take in all of her voluptuousness. Her breasts were high 
riding and thrust out provocatively. 

The masked girl turned, with the camera getting an exciting shot of her 
nakedly rounded buttocks. She pointed beyond to a lush-figured Japanese girl 
who was sprawled seductively on a bed. The girl didn't look a day over 
fifteen ... and so defenseless. The masked girl strode across the room, the 
camera following her as she walked to the bed. Her full breasts jiggled as 
she walked. Her whip hissed through the air again, snapping itself with an 
ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach. The camera 
lingered over the frightened girl's body for a moment as she pressed her 
legs together and tried to huddle over and away from the whip and the prying 
camera. Once more the small whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by the tip of 
the vicious little weapon and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's 
slender white tight. Again the whip whistled and she cringed away. 

Carol gasped in horror as the Japanese girl jumped and recoiled, her breasts 
jumping and quivering in her efforts to avoid the cruel lash, but, again the 
riding crop cracked, bringing another livid red welt out on her shoulder and 
arm. The whole situation seemed bizarre and unreal to the young mother, and 
for a lingering moment she debated getting up and walking out of the room. 
Yet, there was something lewdly compelling about the scene that won out in 
the end. 

With a sadistic grin on her masked face, the brunette motioned for the 
Oriental girl to roll over on her back. Obediently, the girl rolled over, 
her legs held tightly together, her eyes tightly shut. The camera seemed to 
gloat over her nakedly helpless figure and the two angry red welts on her 
creamy golden skin. Once more the menacing stiff whip cracked its warning 
less than two inches above her fearfully cringing figure. 

Carol shuddered in breathless anticipation, oblivious to the presence of 
Elgin Stafford sitting next to her. It was a frightening moment as the girl 
slowly spread her tapering golden legs, and the rusty-haired mother could 
see the swollen velvet lips of her pussy part as if of their own volition. 

The masked girl again stepped into the camera frame, grinning viciously down 
at the girl, her flashing white teeth sparkling beneath her mask. Yet again 
the riding crop snapped, and the young girl's mouth opened wide in the 
silent scream of fear, her body recoiling. Terrified, the girl once again 
spread her long golden legs as far as she could. The cords along her inner 
thighs stood out like velvet ropes as she spread them. The whip hissed 
another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees 
upwards. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for 
breath, her legs split wide open, tears of anguish streaming down her 
cheeks. 

Carol felt confusion. At once her heart went out in sympathy to the girl in 
the picture, while at the same time she was secretly thrilled by the savage 
treatment the luscious brunette in the mask was subjecting her to! The 
camera zoomed in for a close shot of the Japanese girl's defenseless little 
cunt with its vaginal lips spread wide. The young mother could clearly see 
the moisture making her slit glisten ... she could see that her tiny 
clitoris was erect and oiled with excitement. And then she gasped as she 
realized that the frightened girl was becoming sexually aroused by the 
terrible things that were happening to her! 

The camera pulled back to show the pale-skinned girl with her whip and mask 
leering down at the cowering Oriental girl. Reluctantly taking her eyes from 
the lewdly tempting form of the young woman, the statuesque brunette turned 
and walked toward the camera. A look of passion went over her face then as 
her lips twisted into a wanton smile. The camera pulled back slightly to 
show her free hand in a delicious close-up-slowly and sensuously caressing 
her own cunt! Her black-gloved fingers spread her wetly glistening vaginal 
lips, revealing the coralline flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of 
her pulse. Idly, she cracked the riding crop and grinned again at the 
camera. 

Every fiber of Carol's being was locked in concentration on the screen. In a 
dramatic cape-sweeping gesture, the masked girl stepped aside and the camera 
again zoomed in for a close-up of the girl on the bed, her legs split 
obscenely wide, one arm shielding her eyes from the glaring light. Her ripe 
vagina was swollen and gaping, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks 
quivering under the strain. The young mother fidgeted nervously. It was as 
if someone had just kicked her in the stomach. She sat open-mouthed and 
utterly speechless. She was watching two beautiful indecent girls, posing 
nakedly and obscenely, engaged in something that she had never known before. 
There was a great longing now, a streaking sexual hunger so strong in her 
that she was literally blinded by passion for a fleeting moment. 

Carol slumped down on the pillow, her passion-glazed eyes drifting back up 
to the film ... and the totally naked man who had joined the girls in the 
interim. She'd seen Fred naked before, on any number of occasions, but she'd 
never even imagined a penis like the one up on the screen! It was huge-nine 
throbbing inches long and two in diameter. And, right before her very eyes, 
it seemed to be growing still larger! 

The nameless man, himself wearing a red mask that enhanced his satanic 
appearance, his muscular tanned body glistening with an oily sheen, stroked 
himself lewdly as he gaped down at the helpless girl on the bed with her 
slender legs still spread wide. The camera closed in on his huge growing 
cock like a beast of prey, keeping meticulous watch as he slowly stroked it 
to pulsing gargantuan life, peeling the loose flap of foreskin back over the 
slippery lust-purpled head until the blood-engorged tip flared out wickedly. 
Abruptly, the sadistic masked girl moved forward and roughly grabbed the 
cowering Nisei girl, forcing her over onto her hands and knees. The brunette 
"mistress" was obviously enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved 
finger up and down the length of the girl's gleaming slit, her own hips 
pumping forward obscenely. 

Carol gasped as she saw one outstretched black-gloved finger probing for the 
elastic nether ring of the tiny anus and, finding it, plunge brutally and 
wildly in. And then, she felt herself jerk reflexively as Elgin Stafford's 
big hairy arm encircled her tiny waist and pulled her closer to him. 

"What do you think of the picture so far, honey?" he breathed hotly into her 
ear. 

Even before she could calculate an appropriate response, the young mother 
could feel his other hand creeping under the hem of her robe to caress her 
naked legs beneath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to 
admit just how hot the movie was making her. Instead, she spread her legs 
slightly, then reached down and took hold of Stafford's wrist, guiding his 
probing paw to the strip of wet nylon at the juncture of her thighs. If she 
couldn't bring herself to tell him how much she was enjoying the activities 
on the screen, she reasoned, then she would show him! 

In her obvious terror, the Japanese girl in the movie failed to notice the 
man moving closer to the bed ... not until it was too late. She looked up 
and gasped as he seized her by both arms, grabbing her slender wrists and 
forcing them cruelly behind her back. Then, to her apparent horror, she 
realized that the masked girl had just handed him a pair of handcuffs! 

After a short struggle, the girl lay still, panting, her chin resting on the 
bed spread, her conical breasts heaving, while the brunette beamed at the 
edge of the bed. Suddenly, the riding crop snaked through the air again to 
leave a livid crimson welt across the girl's upturned naked ass. 
Instinctively, she glanced in fear at her two vile captors for a sign of 
remission that she knew deep within her soul would never come. Again, the 
vicious little whip lashed out ... and again ... and again. And then, 
abruptly, the raven-haired dominatrix with the wild gypsy eyes cast the evil 
instrument of torture aside and flew to an open night case on the dresser 
that adorned a distant wall. 

* * * 

Grant could actually hear the heavy breathing in the adjoining room, even 
above the whir of the projector. His hands were still busy at his crotch, 
but now his cock was out in the open and he fondled it lewdly, slowly 
stroking the foreskin up and down to cap and uncap the satiny purple head It 
might not be as big as Mr. Stafford's, he knew, but it was a pretty imposing 
hunk of meat in any case, and he was sure his mom would love it. 

More excited than he'd ever been in his life, the horny young teenager got 
to his feet and began to pace the brief distance between the desk and the 
connecting door like a caged cat. He knew it would be foolish to barge in 
now and spoil the whole thing before it even got off the ground but, damnit, 
he just had to have a look! 

Dousing the lights in the outer office, Grant touched the knob on the door 
like it was hot, twisting it slowly and inching the door open a 
fraction-of-an-inch at a time. It took a moment for his eyes to grow 
accustomed to the darkness, but gradually he began to discern human shapes 
in the dismal light being reflected from the images on the screen. He 
couldn't see the movie from his vantage point, but he could make out the 
robe-clad figure of Aunt Vikki sidling closer to the blonde girl he'd been 
introduced to earlier as Mr. Stafford's secretary. And beyond, sprawled 
lewdly on an enormous Grecian pillow, he could see the unmistakable beauty 
of his mother and Aunt Vikki's boss. Sweet fucking Jesus! his mind 
registered soberly. He's got his goddam hand shoved right up Mom's robe! 

* * * 

Totally oblivious to her unseen "audience," Carol emitted an audible gasp at 
the dual thrills of Elgin Stafford's beefy fingers massaging of her smooth 
upper thighs and the visual images on the screen. Her heart threatened to 
beat right through her robe as she watched the masked girl return from the 
dresser with a huge and shiny dildo with an almost unimaginably wicked curve 
to it. God, she thought, surely she isn't planning to use that ... that 
"thing" on that poor girl! And yet, she knew perfectly well that she was, 
and the idea thrilled her to the core. 

It was wrong to be sitting there watching; worse still to know that she, 
too, would soon be fucked by an out-and-out stranger ... and paying for it 
as well. And yet, at the same time, the movie was the most exciting thing 
she'd ever seen in her life. She moaned as she watched the brunette approach 
the cringing Oriental girl on the bed, grinding her own crotch up lewdly 
against Stafford's hairy hand in an effort to excite him to even greater 
liberties. Already her thin nylon panties were soaked through and through, 
the leg band pulling up tightly between the slightly-parted lips of her 
pussy. 

The man in the movie stood leeringly by, seemingly content to let the 
beautiful brunette control the activities on-screen. Then, his thickly 
swollen cock swaying before him like an evil bowsprit, he walked over to the 
night stand that stood by the side of the bed and pulled a jar of Vaseline 
out of the top drawer. Lewdly smearing the greasy concoction over his livid 
penile flesh, he looked down at the bed and saw the Nisei girl's nakedly 
writhing buttocks and grinned with wicked delight at the network of scarlet 
welts that marked their dusky loveliness. 

Resignedly, the girl let her naked shoulders drop to the bed, her lush 
golden breasts swinging forward from their own weight until the swollen tips 
of her nipples brushed lightly across the surface of the bedspread. From the 
corner of her eye she could see the evil man busily greasing up his penis, a 
look of surprise crossing her pretty features as he stepped up behind the 
masked girl rather than herself and sweeping the white cape aside began to 
insinuate his cock in the crevice of the brunette's pale-fleshed ass 
squeezed out below the flaring bottom edge of the corset. Then, her heart 
caught in her throat as the masked girl reached for the jar of Vaseline and 
began to anoint the wicked dildo she held so lovingly in her long-nailed 
fingers. 

"My God," Carol gasped suddenly, "what's she going to do to that poor girl?" 

"Just watch, baby," Stafford cackled lewdly, his massive middle finger 
brushing across her sensitive swollen clitoris through the bunched material 
of her panties. "Watch ... and learn!" 

Quickly now, the man in the red mask stepped up behind the exotic caped girl 
and parted the half-moons of her satin-sheened buttocks with his thumbs as 
if halving a ripe peach. Then, centering the thickly-flanged head of his 
slippery red prick at her puckered anal rim, he thrust. 

Despite his massive girth, he slid easily to the hilt, causing the brunettes 
black-glossed lips to form a delighted "oh!" as she shoved her ass back 
against him. Almost effortlessly now, he drubbed into the masked brunettes 
dimpled buttocks, slowly inching her towards the up-thrust moons of the 
Japanese girl's well-whipped ass as if he were pushing a fleshy wheelbarrow. 

In need of no further encouragement, the masked girl lowered the dildo she 
held in her hand to the puckered alter orifice of her victim's rectum, 
cruelly pressing it inwards an excruciating quarter-inch at a time until it, 
too, was emboweled to a depth of several inches. 

Carol twisted nervously on the pillow, grinding her own pelvis up 
reflexively as she felt her sister's boss shove one, then two, meaty fingers 
up her dripping pink cunt. She groaned aloud, a wave of near-nauseous 
excitement churning in her stomach as she continued to stare at the 
mind-boggling spectacle on the screen in front of her. God, it was filthy! 
Three nakedly fucking people pressed together like some kind of perverted 
sandwich! 

She could see the man pumping furiously now into the masked girl's clinging 
asshole while she herself thrust the lewd plastic dildo in and out of the 
Oriental girl's widely-stretched anal orifice with equal fury. God, it was 
dirty ... hideous ... wonderful! 

"Now, watch what happens!" Stafford choked hotly. 

As if on cue, the man pulled his throbbing cock from the brunette's clinging 
asshole and moved swiftly around the bed to position himself in front of the 
handcuffed girl's beautifully frightened face. Mouthing an unheard command, 
he reached out and jerked her head Sack by the hair then lewdly slapped her 
face on both cheeks with the very cock he'd just withdraw, from the masked 
girl's asshole. 

Her almond eyes stretched wide in horror, but too frightened to resist, the 
girl opened her mouth wide to capture the vile malodorous instrument, her 
tongue lolling out to lap at the livid web of pulsing veins that covered its 
sensitive underside. She sucked slowly at first, drawing him into her face 
with lingering repugnance. But then ... after long delicious minutes of the 
dildo cramming in and out of her own golden ass ... her expression began to 
change until it was as much a mask of depravity as those of her captors. She 
sucked not merely to end it, but to please ... she wanted to suck him clean! 

On the other side of the low Grecian table, Vikki too stirred restlessly. 
She was sharing the same pillow with Peggy now, their hands busily fondling 
each other's breasts and legs. She'd been aching to get her hands on Elgin's 
eighteen-year-old secretary for weeks, and it was she who'd insisted on the 
young blonde's presence at tonight's "party." 

Peggy's robe was open now to the waist, and she stared excitedly at the 
flickering images on the screen as Vikki's beautiful face began to lower to 
first one, and then the other, delicious strawberry nipple in turn. Even in 
the dimly reflected light her distended teenage pap's glistened brightly 
with the young aunt's saliva, and as she withdrew her eyes from the screen 
for a moment to flash her lecherous employer a wan smile of approval, she 
was thrilled to see the droll man subjecting the luscious young mother to 
the same delightful treatment. 

Carol leaned back on her arms, a delighted gurgle coming from her throat as 
her sister's boss undid the knotted sash at her waist, completely baring her 
front. She was already naked beneath the silken garment-Stafford having 
insisted that the sisters wear only the robes and extremely high heels-and 
she was openly thrilled now at the devastatingly bitchy appearance she 
presented with her robe parted and her feet shod in the towering eight-inch 
pumps she'd borrowed from Vikki. She could still feel the lusty man's 
fingers dipping smoothly in and out of her dripping vaginal sheath, and her 
breath caught in her throat as his huge head dropped to her tits and began 
to suck with mindless abandon. And then, as she glanced up naughtily to see 
if her incorrigible little sister was watching, she caught Peggy's 
impassioned grin and returned it with one of her own. 

On the screen, the lubricous film was coming to a rapid close as the 
kneeling, manacled Japanese girl buffeted deliciously back and forth between 
the twin cocks fucking into her asshole and face. Her whole naked back 
seemed to ripple like that of a stretching cat as she sought feverishly to 
embed the last few inches of the masked girl's plastic dildo, while in front 
her liquid tongue lathed and sucked like a thing possessed on the leaking 
swollen bulb of the man's penis. 

And then, as the reel spun out its last few feet in explosive multiple 
orgasm, Elgin Stafford reached down and opened the front of his own garment, 
rolling over on his back beside the hot little mother, his gargantuan prick 
poling skyward like an ancient battle lance. "Are you ready, baby?" he 
queried evilly. "Are you ready to have some good hot cock shoved clear up to 
your tits?" 

Deeply excited at Stafford's crudely mouthed proposal, Carol looked down at 
his massively sprawled girth, her soft blue eyes locking instantly on his 
soaring cock. God, it was at least ten inches long and as thick as her 
wrist! In need of no further urging, she slipped quickly out of her robe 
then clambered gingerly over the balding man's mountainous form and 
straddled him. 

On her knees and facing him, Carol took his frighteningly huge cock into her 
trembling hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Teasingly, she 
parted the outer lips of her labia with the pulsing head of it and rubbed it 
in the accumulated wetness there, briskly taunting her swollen clitoris. 

"You'd better take it slow, baby," Vikki's boss advised. "We don't want to 
kill you, now do we?" 

The tender tissues of her interior flesh stretching painfully before it, the 
young red-haired mother sat down lightly on Stafford's column of sweating 
flesh. Surprisingly, the first half of it-five or six inches-went in with 
only a modicum of discomfort. Then, filled nearly to capacity already, Carol 
realized that there were still several even thicker inches to go! 

"Easy, baby," he reminded her. "Take it slow." 

He was into her as far as Fred had ever been already, but the 
disproportionate thickness of his cock was far, far greater than that of her 
deceased husband. Still, driven by the insane desire to please her piggish 
host, she forced her supple body down hard and managed to absorb another 
inch-and-a-half of him. 

"I-I don't think I can take any more of it, Mr. Stafford," she gasped 
apologetically. 

"Just take your time," he encouraged her, "I intend to fuck you all night 
long anyway." 

Gradually, by relaxing her body weight and letting gravity do most of the 
work, she absorbed over the course of several minutes the remaining few 
inches of his juicy cock. As the prickly salt-and-pepper hairs of his balls 
tickled her asshole, she realized that it would be literally impossible for 
her to take anything deeper without piercing her lungs. 

"How is it now, baby?" he questioned. 

"I-It hurts, Mr. Stafford!" 

"Do you want me to stop?" 

Biting her lower lip against the tearing pain, Carol shook her head "no" 
with enough emphaticness to send her rusty hair swirling around her naked 
white shoulders like a silken veil. 

With tortuous slowness, the muscles of her pussy relaxed around his weeping 
thickness and she began a ritualistic up and down pumping motion that 
brought a smile of victory to his wicked mouth. 

"Good, baby!" he complimented her. "You've got the makings of a real whore!" 

"Thank you, Mr. Stafford," she smiled, "I'm glad I please you!" 

Up and down she slid on Elgin Stafford's ten-inch rod of swollen flesh, 
beginning at last to revel in the unspeakable pleasure it was giving her. He 
chewed and sucked at the dangling tips of her huge breasts ... and brought 
her in the space of a few minutes to the brink of orgasm. 

"Would you like to liven up the party a little bit?" he asked suddenly. 
"I've got a little surprise for you, if you think you're ready." 

"Oh, God yes!" she blurted excitedly. She was wallowing in sin and loving 
every second of it. "Anything you want!" 

Stafford's cruel mouth opened wide in a shout, "Hey, Peggy, get the lights 
...!" 

 Chapter 12 

Already naked, and having just greased up his cock with Vaseline the way Mr. 
Stafford had told him to, Grant sprang through the door like an athlete the 
second the lights flashed on in the adjoining office-suite. Without paying 
the slightest attention to the two girls who were assuming a sixty-nine 
position on the pillows on the other side of the low table, he fell upon his 
mother's naked ass, lewdly rubbing the balled fist at the end of his penis 
up and down in the satin-smooth crevice while Mr. Stafford held her pretty 
face in his hands and thrust his tongue down her mouth so she couldn't turn 
her head to look. 

Kneeling behind his mother's white buttocks, he felt a sense of power flood 
through his powerful young body. His cock felt like a savagely beating heart 
as he leaned forward, testingly, and grazed the puckered pink hole between 
the soft pliant halves of her ass. Then, he placed his steel thumbs on the 
insides of her cheeks and spread them painfully apart, exposing more fully 
the tempting anal orifice. 

Carol issued a small gasp of anguish at the painful treatment she was 
receiving from the faceless "stranger's" strong hands, attempting a futile 
protest around the probing thickness of Stafford's tongue. Then, almost 
imperceptively, she felt the thickened length of his penis insinuate itself 
between her wide-spread cheeks and begin a sawing motion in the sensitive 
crevice. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, so huge and hard, 
and pulsing with veins, it felt... wicked, and as much as she hated to admit 
it to herself, thrilling! 

Grant stared down at the full round moons of his mother's buttocks. They 
were smaller than he'd expected, but there was a soft feminine plumpness to 
them that set the blood racing in his already swollen cock. His testicles 
were fairly churning at the temptingly lascivious sight, making him want to 
thrust his prick immediately into her clasping rectal entrance. Yet, he 
hesitated, even though his never ceasing rubbings of her convinced him that 
she was, willingly or not, aroused. There was no way she couldn't be 
aroused, he thought, not with that fucking log of Mr. Stafford's stuffed up 
her pussy to the roots! Still, he wanted her to know who he was ... just as 
soon as he'd finished sucking her asshole! 

Carol became immediately aware that there was a sudden gentleness, a 
relaxing in his grip, on the part of the unknown man behind her. Even though 
he still held her firmly in his grasp, she couldn't feel the splitting 
anguish of his former cruelty any longer, and for a fleeting moment she 
hoped that maybe he couldn't do it, that he'd had a change of heart or 
something. But no, he was not leaving her at all, only moving around a bit 
until she could feel his lips kissing her quivering moons with lascivious 
abandon. 

With a sickening thrill, she realized what it was that he wanted to do to 
her, and her pulse quickened at the obscene idea. She had never ever let her 
own husband do that to her, and yet, from this total stranger, she was 
actually looking forward to it! This was the moment of tenderness, the 
unexpected change from pain to voluptuous excitement, as suddenly as she 
felt his tongue lash out lewdly at her sensitive asshole. Her body stiffened 
around Stafford's deep-thrust cock as if she had received a tremendous 
electrical shock at the initial contact, but gradually, as his lickings 
continued, as his probing oral digit, like a little cock of its own, began 
to slither deeply up inside her clasping rectum, she began to relax ... and 
enjoy it! 

Unable to prevent the moans of mounting lust that issued from her throat, 
Carol felt the blood pounding in her temples in tempo to the tip of Grant's 
snaking tongue slipping in and out of her ass. But still, she couldn't bring 
herself to admit final defeat, to accept the undeniable fact that she 
actually wanted this! My God ... what's come over me? I must be sick ... a 
perverted whore or something!... But it feels so gooooood! Please forgive 
me, Fred darling, but I like it! ... I LOVE IT! 

Then, she felt the pillows sag again as, behind her, the delightful stranger 
once more changed his position, raising up so that again she could feel his 
cock pressing against the crevice of her ass in a lewd sandwich of excited 
flesh. Then, he was stroking his mammoth rod across the gasping mouth of her 
asshole as he held it at the base with one hand and continued to caress her 
ass-cheeks with the other. God, what a feeling ...! 

In her cunt, she could feel Elgin Stafford's thick cock raising the heights 
of her sensation with ever-increasing vigor as he slammed himself in and out 
with little regard for any discomfort she might be feeling. Still, like 
Grant, he was getting impatient for the "moment of truth," even as he still 
held her face lewdly locked to his. 

"Go ahead, kid!" he stammered suddenly, finally breaking the kiss. "What are 
you waiting for!" 

Grant centered the head of his cock and shoved. So sudden was his action, 
that he was into her several inches before her sphincter muscles clamped 
down in protest. "Oh God," she gasped, "it hurts!" 

The young son could feel a knot of victory in his stomach as he mustered all 
his strength for the final lunge. "Mom," he said, "you've got a nice ass." 

So matter-of-fact was the voice behind her, that it took a few seconds for 
the horrible realization of what was actually happening to register in her 
confused brain. Then, her heart beating wildly, she looked back over her 
shoulder to confirm the impossible. "Oh, my God!" her voice erupted suddenly 
in a scream. "I-It's Grant! ... MY OWN SON!" 

And then, he buried himself to the balls in his mother's resisting asshole. 

On the other pile of pillows, Vikki looked up from Peggy's blonde muff and 
smiled, her beautiful face glistening with the teenage secretary's delicate 
nectars. There! she thought smugly. That should convince that faggot 
Brinkman it's for real! 

The pain in the young mother's ass, no matter how great, was small compared 
to the agony in her soul at that moment. Paying for the huge cock in her 
stomach had been a devastating-enough transition, but this ... this vile 
incestuous plot was nearly more than she could bear. It didn't matter that 
her rectal muscles were relaxing a little ... It didn't even matter that 
occasionally-every third or fourth stroke of so-the cock in her ass 
triggered a faintly voluptuous feeling of pleasure. 

No, nothing mattered anymore, she thought drolly as she relaxed against the 
double assault. Better she should let them have their way and get it over 
with. 

Grant could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place beneath him. 
Not only was his mother no longer resisting, she was beginning to skewer 
back against him in lewd concentric circles! Jeez, he hoped Mrs. Stafford 
didn't take too long ... he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold back. 
Carol's rectum sucked back and forth on his Vaseline-smeared cock like an 
oiled glove now and, through the thin connecting wall of flesh, he could 
feel his Aunt Vikki's boss' thick salami pumping wildly into her hot pink 
cunt. A thrill of consummate evil rippled through his muscular body as he 
bored down solidly then, as if he were trying to cram his very balls up 
there too. 

Vikki would have liked to have been able to concentrate more fully on her 
sucking of Peggy's cunt, but she couldn't draw her eyes away from the 
lascivious three-way fucking going on right in the same room with her. She 
was magnetized by the depraved act that she was witnessing and her entranced 
eyes followed every movement of the two hard plunging cocks as they buried 
themselves simultaneously in both of Carol's widely stretched passages. She 
saw the wrinkled rim of her sister's anus pull out as it clung to the 
pounding hardness of Grant's cock, and the tiny coral petals of her outer 
vaginal flesh nibbling hungrily at her boss' sawing penis. 

And then, the young aunt saw something that she could hardly believe at 
first. Her experienced eyes saw at once the very moment when pain turned to 
pleasure and the sandwiched young mother began to enjoy the debauched, 
incestuous three-way coupling. The younger sister sensed Carol's total 
subjugation even before the young mother herself realized it. 

At first, Carol was shocked when she realized that little wisps of arousal 
were curling deep in her loins. Oh God, what kind of a slut from hell am I? 
she wondered frantically as she tried to blank out the insidious signals of 
desire. 

But, it was no use. 

The little wisps grew into flurries and soon her trembling body was engulfed 
with sensations of unbelievable pleasure. There was no doubt about it now 
... she was beginning to respond fully to the lewd double-fucking. She was 
starting to enjoy being sandwiched between a lecherous middle-aged man and 
her own beloved son ... and to enjoy their two lust-thickened cocks driving 
together into her hopelessly dilated passages. She began to swing her 
flaring buttocks backward to receive her son's downward plunging penis and 
then to flick her hips forward to welcome all of Elgin Stafford's wonderful 
cock into her hungrily receptive pussy. 

All at once she felt totally liberated from all mental and moral 
restrictions and she was able to drift with the overwhelming tide of passion 
which was carrying her along. She was enveloped in a swirling miasma of 
sensual pleasure and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. 
Poor Vikki ... all she can do is sit and watch me being fucked half to death 
by two men at the same time! ... For once, I'm the lucky one! 

The movements of their three lewdly-linked bodies seemed perfectly 
synchronized and Carol felt as if she could go like that forever. It was 
such a safe secure feeling, she would never be afraid again after this. 
This, indeed, was the ultimate, and her sensually tingling flesh was 
experiencing new heights of tantalizing pleasure. Her nerve endings simmered 
with erotic excitement and she felt as if pure sensuality was emanating from 
every pore of her body. 

The smooth pink edges of Carol's pussy drew back with Stafford's cock on the 
out-stroke and disappeared back inside as he rammed it home again deep in 
her belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her 
wide-stretched asshole as her teenage son screwed into it with a demonic 
fury. She was nearly overwhelmed by a strange kind of masochistic joy. 
Perhaps it was from the very helplessness of her position, or the 
deliciously naughty thought of being fucked half to death by two men at 
once. Whatever it was, she liked it. Her boyish white hips began to move 
backwards again to meet the up-thrust of Grant's cramming it into her rectum 
and then forward again to swallow the whole of Elgin Stafford's plunging 
cock into her hungrily nibbling pussy. Her whole body undulated between the 
two men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles. 

"Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ..." she chanted in time to their 
bone-jarring thrusts into her vagina and rectum. "Oh God, fuck me 'til I 
die!" 

She had never been so carried away with anything in her entire life, and she 
prayed that it could go on forever. The very level of corruption that had 
prompted her sister and her son to connive for the use of her body charged 
her with a lewd delight that she hadn't imagined could exist in this life. 
Her mind became a kaleidoscope of bizarre delights ... She was a whore ... a 
concubine ... a lowly slave bent in submission before a pair of cruel 
Oriental potentates. 

SHE WAS CUMMING ...! 

Grant felt his mother spasm beneath him and the resultant tension was enough 
to trigger both his and Stafford's orgasm below him. In long, bullet-like 
squirts he pumped ounce after ounce of his hot incestuous seed into her 
bowels, knowing instinctively that Aunt Vikki's boss was at the same time 
filling her womb. Finally, the last of his load laying deep within her, he 
collapsed with a heavy sigh ... and a happy smile in the direction of his 
mother's sister. 

 EPILOGUE 

Angel Manning lit a cigarette and let the smoke spiral skyward into the beam 
of light that knifed through a small slit in the bedroom curtain. "Grant, 
sugar?" she said. "You didn't go back to sleep, did you?" 

Grant uttered a non-committal grunt, then rolled over on his side and 
propped himself up on one elbow to stare at her beautiful black nakedness. 
"Good morning," he yawned. "What the fuck time is it?" 

Angel smiled over at the handsome teenager and reached down to squeeze his 
cock beneath the covers. "Time to get rid of that hard-on, sugar," she 
cooed. "That is, if you don't want to be late meeting your pretty little 
mama at the airport." 

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Angel," he yawned again. "That bitch is the 
best cocksucker on the eastern seaboard." 

"Even better than me, sugar?" 

"I don't remember," he teased. "Are you supposed to be pretty good?" 

Angel crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the night table, then let 
out a feline growl as she rolled back over to face him. Then, swiftly, she 
threw back the bedspread and clambered down over his poling cock. "I'll show 
you who's good, sugar," she promised, slipping her luscious red-rouged lips 
over his crowning glory. 

Grant reached down and wound his fingers into her hair, forcing her face 
down onto his prick, uncaring that the beautiful naked figure of his Aunt 
Vikki had just entered the room. 

"Hey," the young redhead protested vigorously, "I told you guys not to start 
without me!" 

"Who was that on the phone," Grant responded indifferently. 

"Carol," Vikki returned. "She said she might be taking a later plane." 

"Oh?" 

"Some kind of personal business, she said ... I told her not to be too late, 
I've got her fixed up for a nine o'clock date with Richard Garfield." 

She approached the bed then, taking up a position next to her beautiful 
black roommate, her naked white ass sticking lewdly up in the air to reveal 
the coppery-fringed curls of her pussy. "Move over and let me have a suck, 
too, sugar," she teased. " 'Roomies' are supposed to share everything ... 
just like sisters!" 

* * * 

As the movers loaded the last boxes of household goods onto the van, Carol 
Bauer looked around at the empty house and heaved a heavy sigh. With school 
finally over and her and Grant moving to New York, it was the end of one 
chapter in their lives and the beginning of another. Still, there was one 
thing left to do before she closed the book, and, with that thought in mind, 
she approached the phone that still hung on the kitchen wall with a 
singularity of purpose. 

The phone rang three times before a panting young male voice came crackling 
onto the line. "Beta Sig." 

"Hi," she purred. "Could I speak to 'The Flash' ...?" 


End
