Slave Family
by Rod Strong


CHAPTER ONE 

All her life Helen Scott had been insecure. She had nothing about which to 
be insecure, nevertheless, insecurity seemed a natural part of her makeup. 

To begin with, Helen was five feet tall, not an inch over. Her blonde hair 
was platinum, almost white, yet with just enough of a hint of sun in it to 
look blonde rather than silver. She had a small face, oval, with small, 
wide-set eyes of cerulean blue, a tiny little nose that was straight, and at 
times red because of Helen's hobby, and a small, heart-shaped mouth. 

Helen had one of those curvy bodies with medium-sized breasts, an extremely 
narrow waist, roller-coaster hips, and slender thighs. She was thirty-six 
now, herself the mother of a fourteen-year-old boy in military school, 
married to Andy Scott, the village mechanic. Andy had, at one time or 
another, owned a service station that had handled gas from every major oil 
company in America. He was a master mechanic, and that included being able 
to weld two halves of two different cars of the same make together to make 
one car. 

Andy was the reason Helen had a hobby. That hobby consisted of a fifth of 
scotch daily, taken over a long interval, so that Helen was able to stay on 
a high without getting completely swacked. From the night she had been 
married to Andy, Helen had come to hate her husband, and with good reason. 
Though he was an amiable sort most of the time, when it came to fucking, he 
was a total animal. 

On their wedding night he had raped her, and fucking hadn't varied one iota 
since then. This morning had been a perfect example of everything in Andy 
that Helen hated. 

She had come from the bathroom after a shower, wearing one of her hip-length 
nighties. Having lived with Andy so long, she was certain the sight of her 
near-nakedness didn't bother him. Now and again he got the crazies, but 
usually the sight of her didn't disturb him. It had been almost a month 
since he had fucked her, and though Helen hated sex, herself, she loved the 
smooth feel of the sensual material against her skin. She was totally naked 
under it, and the pressure had her completely aroused. 

Stepping into the bedroom, she saw Andy, and from the way he was staring at 
her while sitting up in bed, she knew what was going on in his runty mind. 
Andy was short, about five-feet-six, if that much, squat, chunky, with round 
cheeks, short-cropped black hair that was turning gray, and a small mouth. 
His body was soft and flabby by now, though working as a mechanic kept him 
from really getting too fat. 

His eyes were firmly fastened on the pinkness of her nipples, showing 
through the filmy nightie she was wearing. He had looked at her in this 
outfit countless times during the past fifteen years, but he not only looked 
through her clothing, but her body, as well. But this was one of those 
mornings when the "urge" was upon him. Suddenly every sensuous detail of her 
delightful nakedness became lucidly clear to his squinting eyes, from her 
tiny, swelling nipples, right down to the soft, furry sparse triangle of 
golden pubic hair that nestled comfortably below her flat belly. 

Andy suddenly went crazy, again! 

All that mattered to him was getting his rocks off by ramming his already 
growing, stiffening, hardening length of cock into the pink crater between 
her tantalizing thighs. She wasn't his wife, but some "thing" to fuck, 
something he had to have at any cost. Nothing else mattered at such times 
other than the getting off of his balls. 

Helen was still able to hear herself talking to her husband as she looked at 
him that morning. 

"What's wrong?" she had asked. 

There had been no verbal response from the man. There never was at such 
times, she remembered with a shudder. He had merely reached out and grabbed 
her, a deep animal growl in the depths of his throat, erupting like lava 
from Vesuvius itself, and he had slammed her roughly onto the mattress 
beside him while whipping the covers out of the way. He didn't bother 
removing her fragile nightie, but rather shoved it up around her throat, 
bunching it there. 

"A-Andy, be gentle, n-not like th-this!. . . " she had gasped as she had 
pleaded so many times before, and like so many previous times her plea had 
gone unheeded. 

Her cry, as usual, had resounded through the room in terror as he held her 
clamped down with one hand and ran the other lushly over the lovely contours 
of her tantalizing body. She resisted as best she could, but he was cruelly 
gripping and kneading her firm round breasts with hands no longer under the 
control of a sane mind. Tight puffs of flesh protruded painfully in white 
bloodless ridges between the man's straining fingers. His mouth had dropped 
to the budding nipples of her breasts and he chewed hungrily at their tips 
until he felt the soft and resilient flesh give way and the copper taste of 
blood had oozed from a slight cut onto his lashing tongue. 

"No.. . my God...ohhhhhh...not like this. . . not like this.. . don't do 
this to me, Andy. . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . . " she had screamed, but 
the words had tumbled unheeded, as always, from her tortured lips. 

In his madness, the man had held her wildly straining body tightly pressed 
against the bed. She was imprisoned there by the heavy weight of his tense, 
hairy chest. As always, he felt like a huge rock lying on top of her. She 
normally wore her long blonde hair up, but she hadn't had time to care for 
it, and now it began thrashing helplessly from side to side on the bed, her 
face contorted with horror, her blue eyes flashing wide with the knowledge 
that she was about to know pain again. She had begged him more loudly and 
strongly than ever before, until the sounds pouring from her lips had 
suddenly become nothing more than a meaningless jumble of words. Now he was 
ready to pierce her helplessly tight body again. 

Ignoring her low-moaning pleas, the man had rolled his heavy weight on top 
of his wife's slim form, catching her delightful body as her long, slim legs 
scissored out in a last, desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. As a 
result, his hips had fallen heavily between her wide-splayed thighs, pinning 
her buttocks to the bed. The softness of her downy pelvic curls had brushed 
tantalizingly against his pulsating phallus, arousing and inciting the man 
all the more to incoherent mumblings of crazed and uncontrollable lust. 

The picture of herself as she saw herself in the dresser mirror across the 
room now flickered through Helen's mind, but as if in slow motion. Her 
husband's knees had held her slim white thighs wide apart, and he had ground 
his pelvis solidly into her defenselessly squirming groin. The continued 
spasmodic twitching of the hollows of her soft inner loins had aroused him 
to where he had driven his hand between them. He had been searching to place 
his pulsing cock, striving to reach that goal he hadn't tried for in almost 
a month, and suddenly, very brutally, he once again had discovered it. 

He had jammed his blood-bloated organ between the moistly fleshy lips of her 
cunt with a lustful moan, shoving it all the way forward into the wetly 
quivering depths of her sucking vagina. Helen had squealed like a pig as she 
had always done when Andy did this to her, kicking her legs out insanely in 
the air in a helpless and futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement, 
but, as always, her struggles had merely served to worsen what was taking 
place, and her ears were still filled with the guttural screechings that had 
been issued by her mouth as the man's rock-solid organ had battered its way 
into the hot, buttery depths of her somewhat dry vagina, feeling her folds 
yield to his driving pressure. 

At last his pelvis had smacked solidly into her pubic mound, signaling that 
he was as far in as he was going to go. The funny thing was, Andy was 
neither long nor thick, but because he was so impatient and went into her 
while she was still dry, he always hurt her. 

The man's rigid column of slender flesh and muscle lay sunk to its limit in 
the depths of her quiveringly helpless belly. The hot, moist walls of her 
cunt--barely moist-had wrapped themselves tight around the pulsating 
hardness. 

Knowing he was all the way in, Andy hadn't stopped to rest, not even for a 
moment. He hadn't given her an opportunity to adjust to the sudden presence 
of his dagger-like cock in her screaming depths, but had, as always, simply 
started fucking away, ramming his cock in and out of her seething feminine 
swamp, waiting for the mired oils to build up and massage his cock and bring 
him to satisfaction. He fucked her like a dog gone mad. He had but one 
thought, and that had been to spew his sticky sperm into the deepest part of 
her where it belonged. He didn't even stop to think that it was odd that 
Helen had never again become pregnant following the birth of their only son. 
He didn't know she had gone to a doctor one day, and he had performed a 
ligation in his office, so that she need never worry about going through the 
horrors she had suffered while giving birth to Phil, their son. 

Andy had vented his lust against Helen's groaning body time and time again, 
flooding her belly with his lubricant for what seemed like hours before he 
had finally begun spurting sperm into her. Then it felt like a non-stop lava 
eruption as one geyser of semen after another poured into her. 

Finished, he had rolled off her, belched once, used the nightgown around her 
neck to wipe off his cock, then had finished getting dressed and had gone 
off to work, leaving Helen home alone. She had been so upset, she had called 
in to work telling them she would be out for the day, and had proceeded to 
dig out a new bottle of scotch. She was in no shape to be a hostess at the 
restaurant that afternoon. 



CHAPTER TWO 

Had Helen gone to work, everything would have been different. But in feeling 
sorry for herself, she had started hitting the bottle a little earlier than 
usual, had gotten almost drunk, and knowing she was in no shape to work, had 
called the restaurant ahead of time. She did this about once a month, and 
the owner of the restaurant accepted it, simply because Helen was so good at 
her work, and the money she earned was relatively little. Had she been less 
eager to drink, she would have been a hostess in one of the swankier 
restaurants in the city. As it was, she had to settle for a third-class hash 
house on Long Island. 

By two-thirty in the afternoon, she had finished her bottle for the day. 
Helen had the good sense to limit herself to one bottle no matter what, 
knowing if she began adding to it, little by little, she would become a 
worse alcoholic than she already was, and she was bad enough so that her 
liver was already showing signs of giving up the struggle. 

She lay on her couch in the living room for an hour, then sat up, feeling 
dizzy, but first feeling the effects of the alcohol starting to pass. By the 
time Andy came home, at six, she would look sober again, and she would have 
his dinner on the table. Andy would remember almost nothing of what had 
happened between them. His animal lusts sated for the moment, he would be 
content to ignore her. He had come from a home where the father had treated 
the mother like dirt, and so had assumed this was the way all husbands 
treated their wives. Wives were meant to keep house, clean clothing, prepare 
meals, bring home a little extra money when they went to work, bring up the 
kids, and occasionally fuck. He, in turn, was required to bring home enough 
money to pay the bills, take her to a movie once a week on Saturday night, 
go out twice a week, once to binge with the fellas and play poker, and once 
to get laid properly from a prostitute, and smack his wife down if she ever 
objected. To date, Helen had had the good sense to never object. 

But deep down, Helen was a romanticist. She read all those Carousel Romance 
novels by Valerie James and Rhoda Seville, and she imagined that somewhere 
in these United States life was something like that. She ached to have a man 
come and sweep her off her feet. There were Carousel Romance novels lying 
all over her house in the living room, in the master bedroom, in the 
kitchen, and even in a basket in the bathrooms. 

By quarter-to-four she was reading one of the romance novels, and she was 
just getting engrossed, when she heard a knock at her front door. She was 
seated in her living room, a nicely furnished room with throw rugs instead 
of carpeting, and almost-Victorian furniture she had gotten from various 
sales. Helen had done all the furnishing, including the sending of the 
furniture to various re-upholsterers so that it all looked matching. 

Walking from the living room to the small foyer, she opened the front door 
and found herself facing a boy, no more than fifteen, but tall, about 
five-feet-eleven, slender, with light-brown hair, tan skin, twinkling brown 
eyes, a short nub for a nose, and a wide smile. He was athletically built 
because he was on his high school track team, and the moment Helen saw him, 
she smiled at him. 

It had been almost a year since she had seen Chris Cerrone, or, as his 
father always called him, Zip, or Zippy. When he had been born, the boy had 
looked like a hairy little monkey. So his father had nicknamed him Zippy, 
after the famous TV monkey. His friends all called him Zip. The nickname had 
stuck, even though the hair had all fallen off two days after he had been 
born. Since then, he had sprouted a fine head of hair, and there was hair 
visible under his arms because he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt. Helen 
had no doubt he had hair in one other place but she didn't stop to think 
about it. 

Zip had grown a lot in the past year, about four or five inches. There was 
the littlest hint of lint on his face. One day, in about a year, he would 
have to start shaving. 

"Hi, Aunt Helen," he said, smiling. "Mom asked if she might borrow some 
flour. She's baking a cake." Even his voice had changed. It was deep, not 
sonorous, but still deep and smooth. Helen liked it. He was becoming a man. 

"Sure, Zip," she nodded. "Come on in." 

She led the way from the foyer to the right, into the kitchen, and finding a 
large measuring cup, she filled it with flour and handed it to the boy. 

"I'll bring the cup right back," he said, smiling. 

"No hurry," she told him. 

"Hey," he said, stopping and looking at her, no longer with the eyes of the 
little boy he had always been, but rather the way a man would look at a 
woman, "did anyone ever tell you, Aunt Helen, that you are one really 
stunning lady?" 

"Come on, Zip," she teased. "You're starting to sound like your father. He's 
the Casanova of the neighborhood, and I'm afraid you're thinking of 
following in his footsteps." 

"It doesn't alter the fact that you're beautiful," the boy told her, 
reaching out and touching her face. 

Helen grabbed his hand, intent on pulling it away. Hell! He was a 
fifteen-year-old boy and had no right to so much as think of something like 
this. She was a mature lady, not some teenager. If he had been about twenty 
years older everything would have been fine. She would have loved listening 
to an older man talk to her this way. God! Romance seemed to be either 
something one read about, or else it was something the rest of the world 
experienced, but she didn't. 

"Zip," she insisted. "Stop trying to grow up too quickly." 

"Why?" he asked, tilting her chin up to him with his free hand. "I still 
think you're really a wow, Aunt Helen. Gee! I hope Uncle Andy appreciates 
you." 

"Zip, get that flour over to your mother." 

"Yeah, sure. But tell me, why does it bother you to hear me tell you what a 
good-looking woman you are?. " 

"Zip!! ! " 

"Good-looking? Hell, no! You're great-looking," he smiled, and before she 
realized what was happening, the boy bent and kissed her smack on the lips. 
It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't a short one, either. What was more, she 
felt his tongue flick across her lips, and suddenly something happened 
inside her. Something sensuous came to life as it never had with her 
husband, and it took all her inner strength to keep from responding to the 
boy. 

Pulling his lips from hers, he winked at her, saying, "I'll bring the cup 
back as soon as Mom's finished with it," and before she was able to reply, 
he was gone. it; 



CHAPTER THREE 

Helen felt acutely embarrassed. She was blushing, feeling like a schoolgirl 
all over again. She had been just that, a schoolgirl, when Andy had come to 
town and had seen her. He had just come out of the army, and Helen had been 
fascinated by his uniform more than anything else. He had lived right next 
door to her, and when he had asked her out, she had consented to go with 
him, against her parents' wishes. He had taken her mostly to local movies, 
occasionally to the roller rink, but never dancing. Each time he had tried 
kissing her, she had told him nice girls didn't go around kissing just any 
man, and she realized now that he had been so hot for her, the continued 
refusals on her part to submit to so much as a kiss had finally sparked him 
to ask her to marry him. 

The marriage proposal, her first-and as it turned out, her only-was so 
flattering, Helen had agreed. She had allowed Andy to chastely kiss her that 
night for the first time, and three weeks later, she had married him. 
Directly from the church, they had left the little town where she had lived 
all her life, and he had taken her on a plane to New York, to Long Island, 
to a small home where he had put a down payment, telling her they would 
honeymoon at a later time, but now he had a business to build up. 

That night, she had faced her first outrage on her body, and it had been a 
living nightmare. But Andy, afterward, had acted as if that was the way he 
was supposed to act, and had not apologized, nor had he promised to be 
gentler the next time. Helen had soon learned the next time was a week 
later, and it was just as horrible, as were all succeeding bed forays with 
her husband. But her parents had warned her when she had gone away with Andy 
that she was married to the man now, and she was not to come seeking help 
from them in any way. So for fifteen years Helen had suffered; suffered when 
her husband had fucked her; suffered when she had given birth; and 
emotionally suffered all the time because she had wanted life to be a sort 
of fairy tale. Her little vine-covered cottage was not vine-covered, but 
shingle-covered. Nor was it a cottage, but a split-ranch, the worst kind of 
house, because there were steps, steps, and more steps. 

Now she stood looking at the open door through which Zip had disappeared, 
feeling warm all over, as she did when reading all those romantic novels. 
God! If anyone ever knew what was going on in her mind, she would be the 
laughing-stock of the community. 

Shrugging, she returned to the living room with the intent of reading more 
of the romance book she had started. But as she read, thoughts of Zip kept 
intruding themselves into her mind. The hero in the book suddenly had the 
boy's features, though in her mind Helen aged him a bit, and as time passed, 
Helen began to think the ideal lover would be Zip in about five more years, 
maybe six or seven. 

It was four-thirty when she heard a wrapping on the screen door, and 
hurrying to the door, she saw Zip standing there with the empty cup. Her 
face instantly reddened. 

"Come in, Zip," she said, backing into the living room. 

"Hi," he smiled. "Hey, look, I'm sorry about before, Aunt Helen. I didn't 
mean anything bad. I mean, you are a beautiful lady, and I just kinda 
figured I hadda kiss you. But if I did something wrong, I'm really sorry." 

She took the cup from him, saying, "It's very adult of you to know when 
you're wrong and apologize, but I have to be starting supper for Andy very 
shortly.. . so...it might be...a good idea...if...you just sort of.. . . " 

The boy was looking at her, his eyes glittering with an overpowering 
intensity that she was barely able to hear herself talk. 

"Yeah, sure, I will, Aunt Helen," he said, watching as she put the cup on 
the living room coffee table. "But I figure you're a grown-up lady, and you 
have a lotta common sense, so maybe you can help me out of a predicament 
I've suddenly found myself in." 

Helen suddenly found herself shaking all over. Wanting to hide it as much as 
possible, she slowly walked over to the easy chair across the room and sat 
in it very slowly, wondering just what kind of trouble a good-looking boy 
like this had gotten into. She waited, staring at him, noting his large 
brown eyes were locked onto her, then slowly he sighed and said, "It's like 
this, Aunt Helen. I know I'm just a kid, but you see, I sort of developed 
this crush on someone. I like her, I like her a lot." 

"Did you get her into any kind of trouble?" Helen asked. 

"Oh gosh, no!" the boy told her, shaking his head. "She doesn't even know 
how I feel about her. I mean, it's just a boyish crush, I know, but I feel 
like I kinda love her." 

"This is serious," Helen said in a mock tone of voice, inwardly aware her 
Sir Lancelot was already finding out about women. He was obviously going to 
be one terrific lover. 

"You ain't kidding," the boy told her. "I mean, look, I'll be honest, I've 
been more than friendly with some girls in school, and I know what sex is 
all about. They were kinda nice and taught me everything, and when I say 
everything, I mean everything." 

"Zip, this is none of my business," she insisted. 

"But it is, Aunt Helen. You see, you're the person I have this crush on, and 
each time I do things with these other girls, I keep thinking I'm doing them 
with you." 

"Zip!" she gasped. 

"I love you, Aunt Helen," he told her, his voice just barely audible. "I 
mean, I really love you. I gotta tell you to your face. I know you think a 
kid like me ain't got no right to love a grown-up woman like you, but I 
think you're really someone terrific, someone extra-special. There, I said 
it, and I'm not sorry." 

A declaration of love was the last thing Helen had expected from this 
handsome youth her mind had thought of as the archetypical modern lover. As 
a result, she found herself blushing, more than a little excited by his 
admission. Perhaps the worst thing was the way she was dressed at the 
moment, because she really hadn't expected to see anyone today after what 
her husband had done to her. She had taken a long hot bath when Andy had 
gone, washing herself out, and then she had donned a skimpy halter and 
shorts, and her flushing skin was apparent all the way down to her toes. The 
boy looked as if he wanted to jump up and grab her lewdly supple breasts, 
and deep down she wished he would do just that. But no! Zip wasn't another 
Andy. He wouldn't hurt her. She knew that just from looking at him. Still, 
he was just a boy; she had no intention of encouraging him. 

"I don't know what to say, Zip," she finally replied. "I mean, I'm very 
flattered, really. . . . " her voice was filled with all kinds of 
uncertainty while her mind was already tinged with excitement. "I mean, I 
wish there was something for me to say, but. . . . " 

"Hey, I know, I know," the boy continued before she was able to think of 
anything else to say. "You're a beautiful woman, a married woman, and I'm 
just a kinda punk kid who has his head in the clouds sorta dreamin' about 
you. I know. I mean, this is a kinda old story. It's happened to a lotta 
people before me, and I guess it'll happen to a lotta kids after me. But the 
thing is, when I'm with you, I don't feel like a kid...I feel different, 
really different. It's not like I'm outta place with kids my own age. Heck! 
I'm at home with just about anyone. But the thing is, when I'm with you, I 
feel like a real man for a change. I feel like those guys who say they can 
move mountains. Gee! I think you're about the most fabulous woman in the 
whole world, Aunt Helen." 

"Zip, you are a big boy," she assured him. "In fact, since we're not really 
related, you can drop that Aunt business. From now on just call me Helen. 
Look, soon you'll find a girl a lot closer to your own age in whom you'll 
really be interested. When you do, you'll forget all about me." 

"Hey, come on," the boy shrugged. "I may find some chick after a while, but 
the truth is, you know, and so do I that I ain't gonna be forgetting you. 
You're really a beauty, Aunt.. . I mean, Helen. No matter who I find, she 
ain't gonna be like you." 

"I think it's very sweet of you to say that, Zip.. . . " 

"I'm not just saying it," the boy insisted. "I mean it." 

"Look, I think it might be a good idea if you left before things got sort 
of. . . . " 

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Okay, I'll go," he nodded. 

"And don't worry. Someday you'll be able to love a beautiful girl who'll 
love you back." 

The two of them stood at the same time, both walking toward the small front 
foyer, and though she struggled to keep her emotions inside her, Helen knew 
she was attracted very strongly to the boy-a lot more strongly than she had 
been before, when she had thought of him as an ideal lover. Her body was 
beginning to glow with desire, something she had never felt for her 
husband-never! She longed to feel his hard and youthful frame close to hers, 
aching to reach out and touch and embrace him. Oh it would be with motherly 
affection more than anything else. After all, he was just about the same age 
as her own son. Though it was summer, Phil had opted to stay at the military 
school and try and earn more points. She did miss the boy. Zip's being here 
made her think of him for a moment, but the truth was, she wasn't thinking 
of Zip as she would a son. 

How strange it was that she shared emotions with this fifteen-year-old boy. 
But she didn't dare let him know, and she had to keep her hands to herself. 
She was a married woman, and even if she hated the sight of her husband, 
there wasn't much she would be able to do. If Andy ever did divorce her, he 
wouldn't bother supporting her no matter what the courts ordered. No, she 
didn't dare give in to any foolish romantic impulses, for to do so would 
break all the laws of morality, written and otherwise. But God! How her 
heart was drumming in her chest, and she had to admit her lips yearned to 
kiss those of the boy, just once, just to find out what it was like to be 
kissed by someone who really counted. 

"Well, I guess this is good-bye," Zip said to her at the door. "I mean, I'll 
see you from time to time and all that, but I think it might be a kinda good 
idea if I didn't drop by here when you're alone." 

"You're right," Helen nodded. "I mean, I like you and all, Zip, but this 
isn't right...I mean we shouldn't.. . . " 

God! She was all but coming out and admitting to the youth that she felt as 
strongly about him as he did about her. It seemed unbearable all of a sudden 
to have him leave. God! He embodied all the things in life she had wanted 
but had never had. He was all the dreams she had enjoyed since having gotten 
married. He was every hero in every romance book ever written. 

The two of them stood facing one another in the doorway, their eyes locked 
together as if a tractor beam was between them, and Helen felt every muscle 
in her body straining to reach out for the youth. God! The blonde woman felt 
tears well up in her. He was going to go, and once he did, the spell would 
be broken, for no matter how many times they met in the future, it would 
never be like this. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, and at that moment all the walls, all the barriers, 
all the doors between them seemed to open, and without meaning to do so, she 
stepped back into the foyer, and he was following her, moving toward her. In 
the next instant their arms were wrapped tightly around one another in a 
forbidden embrace, their hands clutching tightly to one another's bodies, 
each clinging to the other as if for dear life, like two shipwrecked 
strangers alone on a desert island. 

The boy held the enthralled housewife close to him, clutching her very 
tightly, unable to keep himself from being carried away by all that was 
happening. Not that Zip was emotionally unstable, but he definitely was 
young, and his emotions were still developing, and in that instant he 
suddenly came to regard Helen as being his. 

The odd thing was, he had started all this as a lark. He had been certain 
Helen would kick him out. Not that he didn't love her, but he really hadn't 
thought a woman like her would be interested in a kid like himself. 
Discovering, all of a sudden, that she was interested, he suddenly came to 
think of her as his personal possession. He had fucked quite a few fifteen 
and even sixteen-year-old girls, but he had never had a mature woman before, 
and to have his Aunt Helen, well, that would really be a coup. She was one 
helluva looker, even if she was starting to get some bags under her eyes. 
This close, he smelled the whiskey on her breath, and suddenly he knew why 
she had bags. 

Drawing away from her a little, he looked at her, holding her face between 
his hands, and Helen, who was still slightly under the influence of all she 
had imbibed, stared at him and saw only the man she had longed for all these 
many years. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly, tantalizingly, carefully, 
lingeringly. Desire continued mounting in both of them with every passing 
second. 

For Helen, it was all too incredible to believe. It was a fantasy suddenly 
coming true. He was no longer a boy, but a man. The thrills she experienced 
as she continued kissing the boy made her softly rounded body shudder from 
head to foot. 

She knew she should not be doing this. Her bewildered brain was crying out 
to her to regain her sanity, but her body wanted it, and as a result, she 
was powerless to stop what was happening. One wave of desire after another 
surged through her. It was definitely like all the things that she had read 
about in those romance novels, where the heroine, alone and frightened, 
finally comes upon the hero, who, after some indecision, finally admits his 
love for her. She knew then and there she was going to commit adultery as 
she found herself kissing back hungrily, holding his lean, hard body tightly 
against her own form, kissing him with both, desperation and love, feeling 
submerged in the extraordinary pleasures shooting through her as her dreams 
suddenly turned into realities. Desires were coming true, and it felt so 
good, so wonderful. 

"My husband...Uncle Andy...he'll be coming soon," she whispered in an 
attempt to try and grasp at sanity, her lips murmuring anxiously against the 
boy's neck as he began showering her with blissful kisses. "We shouldn't, 
Zip, we shouldn't.. . . " 

"When will he be home?" the boy whispered into her ear. 

"Six," she muttered, as she felt his hands reaching behind her, trying to 
loosen her halter top. 

"We have time, Aunt Helen," he said, slipping back into the "Aunt" bit, 
though making his mounting arousal known by pressing his pulsing cock 
solidly against her, making her aware it was harder than a rock as it pushed 
out the material of his trousers. The boy's sexual appetite had been 
whetted, heatedly aroused, and he moved with a determined steadiness to 
overcome all her apprehensiveness because he wanted her, really wanted her. 
The boy knew he probably wouldn't be able to dip his wick this time. Hell! 
If he did that, good as it felt, she would eventually become a victim of her 
own conscience and hate herself, blaming herself for everything. That was 
something Zip didn't want. He made decisions on the spur of the moment, and 
he knew from the way she was clinging to him that her sex life with her 
husband had to be somewhere south of lousy. There was every probability she 
had never experienced an orgasm in her entire life. The thing was, if he 
made her come without shooting off his load-he'd be able to pop his wad with 
some chick a little later-she would come to understand what orgasm was all 
about. Then, over a period of days, days where he wouldn't show up at all, 
she would ache for more, and when he finally did show up, she would not only 
welcome him into her home, but she would do anything, anything at all that 
he wanted. 

The thing was, Zip was possessive, but he was also practical. Though he 
professed to love Helen, the truth was, he was enamored of her. More than 
that, he was smart enough to understand that once he did fuck her, if he did 
the job right, she was the kind of volcanic woman who would want more and 
more. In all probability she would want more than he would be able to give. 
Therefore, the smart thing to do would be to cash in on it. After all, how 
many friends did he have who would love to fuck an older woman? The trick 
here was to dominate the woman without her realizing he was the one in 
control. He would have to make her think everything was her idea, to the 
point where she would actually thank him for getting her those other young 
boys. The only thing she wouldn't have to know was that the boy was making 
certain financial arrangements with these boys. 

All this went through Zip's mind in less than a fraction of a second. Yes, 
he did love Aunt Helen, and he was going to love her in just about every way 
possible. What was more, he was going to prove his love for her by bringing 
her more satisfaction than he, himself, would give. As a result, he would 
also profit, though she need never know about that. 

But to make it all come true, he had to get her to show him her cunt. That 
was his goal for today. 

"Aunt Helen," he whispered, his mouth clamped on hers, kissing her and 
whispering heated sounds into her mouth. "I want to see you naked. I have 
to. You're so lovely. . . . " 

"Oh, God...no! We can't do anything like that!" Helen insisted, the shock of 
his request sobering her just a little, though she felt the tide of desire 
inside her continually mount to where she soon knew she would do anything he 
wished. 

"Please...oh, please...I may never have another chance to look at how 
wonderful and beautiful you are," he murmured. "You're so white, so shiny, 
so perfect. Please let me look at you.. . at all of you.. . . " 

Almost as if she were dreaming Helen responded, totally overwhelmed by her 
desire for the handsome young boy. She ignored all warnings of conscience, 
telling herself her marriage was a farce and she owed Andy absolutely 
nothing. Hell! She knew he was fucking around on the outside with those 
prostitutes. 

Tingling with excitement, she let the boy lead her back into the living 
room. Slowly he removed her already unhooked halter, exposing the perfect 
whiteness of her throbbing breasts, letting the cool air in the room wash 
all over them. Her pink areolae, each the size of a double-eagle, seemed to 
expand and enlarge even more. The rosy buds of her nipples, which, in all 
her years of marriage had not swelled even once, suddenly enlarged, becoming 
erect and tight, jutting out pulsatingly from the white swells of her full 
breasts. 

"Gee, you have such lovely breasts," the boy whispered, his voice a soft 
moan as his eyes fell on her firmly up-thrust mounds. "Gee, Aunt Helen, 
please.. . please.. . I can't help myself. I have to taste them.. . I just 
have to.. . . " 

Before Helen was able to protest, the handsome youth had embraced her all 
over again, his hands sliding behind her naked back and holding her close to 
him as he dipped his face against the front of her and began kissing and 
tasting the nakedly quivering swells of flesh that were her breasts-breasts 
as soft as doves. He sucked first at one nipple, then the other nipple, 
tasting each mound in turn while Helen continued moaning with pleasure from 
the deft way his mouth worked against her. 

Andy, her husband, had never, but never done anything like this with her. 
Andy was brutality personified. Zip, on the other hand, was treating her 
tenderly, reverently, and she found herself lost in the kind of bliss that 
had heretofore existed solely in her imagination. She held the young boy's 
head gently, tangling her fingers in his brown hair while his mouth 
continued working resiliently over the softness of her eager flesh. 

"Uuuuu nnnnn hhhhhh...hhhhhh aaaaa nnnnnn hhhhh . . . " she moaned. 
"Ohhhh...that feels s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...ooooooohhhhhh. . . . " 

The boy began slowly moving himself lower, allowing his wet, warmly licking 
tongue to trail tantalizingly downward until it reached the short, narrow 
waistband of the shorts she was wearing. Then, falling onto his knees before 
her, Zip carefully unhooked the shorts and lowered them over the flowering 
hips and voluptuous curves, letting them slide down the tapered loveliness 
of her slender thighs to her ankles. His eyes remained riveted on her white, 
flat belly. 

Helen permitted him to do so, as if she were caught in some kind of hypnotic 
spell, enchanted by the wonderfully romantic idea of this handsome son of 
her best friend undressing her as if she were the goddess of love and beauty 
to whose loveliness he was paying homage. There was something intensely 
exciting about the forbidden wickedness in which Helen was indulging. She 
and Zip were sharing a wonderfully delightful secret, a special moment in 
time that no one else in the world would ever know about. This was like a 
gift from Olympus itself, a storybook dream come true, and she allowed 
herself to totally revel in it. Delicately Helen lifted first one foot then 
the other, allowing the now-heatedly lustful, handsome youth to remove her 
shorts, and then, her eyes glistening with happiness, she let him ease her 
down to the sofa, feeling the softness of the plush cushion against her 
back, and she lay there, wearing the flimsiest pair of white bikini panties 
that almost seemed to blend into the whiteness of her nakedly gleaming 
flesh. 

"Love you," the boy whispered. "Can't help myself." 

"Yes, yes," Helen smiled. "I love you, too." 

"Must be like you," he insisted. "Have to undress. 

Wouldn't be right to make you show me yourself, and then keep myself hidden. 
Have to undress," the boy insisted. 

"Yes," Helen gasped, closing her eyes, feeling like a little girl all over 
again as she drifted into the highly active world dominated by her 
imagination. In her mind she was once again the young girl Andy had 
discovered when he had come out of the army. But the boy with her was now 
Zip, and he wasn't fifteen, but more like twenty-two or twenty-three. He was 
the ideal love-partner, and she was going to share something blissful with 
him. She felt vibrantly alive, her almost-naked body trembling with eager 
anticipation, anxious to release all the love she had kept in reserve for 
this lover of her girlish, romantic dreams. 

With a faintly amused smile on his young face, Zip realized he had his Aunt 
Helen where he wanted her. He hadn't suspected there was so much of the 
little girl in her. He began understanding that people grow up in different 
ways, and in some ways different people don't grow up at all. He stared at 
her, locking his lips, knowing, if he wanted, he would be able to do 
anything with her, anything his heart desired. But if he wasn't careful, it 
would be for one-time-only. No! Aunt Helen was far too good to waste. He had 
a feeling that once she was turned loose, she would be a tigress. The smart 
thing would be to stick to his original plan and make her want him so bad, 
when next he came around, she would be the one to initiate something between 
them. When that happened, he would know for sure that he'd be able to do as 
he pleased over a long period of time, including the making of some nice 
money using her. Most amusing of all, she would be certain he was doing it 
simply out of love for her, and she would be forever grateful. He eagerly 
removed his clothing. 

From her supine position, stretched out as she was on the sofa, Helen 
watched as Zip's lithe, young, muscular body was revealed for the first time 
to her questing eyes. When he had been a little boy she had seen his naked 
body when his mother had changed him, but that little boy and the youth now 
standing in her living room were two different people to her mind. He was 
slender, with a hard, masculine frame, and she had to admit, for a young 
boy, he was extremely well-hung. He was certainly longer and thicker than 
Andy, but she assumed just about any male was longer and thicker than Andy. 
Not that Zip was immense, although when he was full-grown, in five or six 
more years, she was certain his penis would be somewhat larger than at 
present. The boy had heavily swaying balls with a fine lint covering, 
totally unlike the black, hairy duffel-bag dangling between her husband's 
legs. They swayed from side to side as he walked, though the scrotum was 
already tightening and pulling them up into his groin. To Helen, the naked 
boy looked like a young Apollo who had just descended in a golden chariot 
with the express purpose of making love to her. 

Walking over to the sofa, Zip seated himself beside Helen, on the edge, his 
youthful, shining face a mask of adoration, creating the image of a maturing 
Eros. Reaching out very gently, the boy slowly eased his fingers into the 
elastic waistband of Helen's white bikini panties, and he eased them down, 
sliding them over her succulently white hips. 

Helen was totally blinded by the fantasy filling her mind, and she sighed 
with pleasure as cool air rushed over her creamy white loins and caressed 
the throbbing swell of her now-nakedly exposed pelvic triangle. With the 
removal of her nylon bikini panties, Helen's glorious nakedness was totally 
revealed to the teenager's glittering eyes, and for a brief instant she felt 
a shivering moment of guilt. She was totally naked now, completely alone 
with this young boy who should never, but never, have been allowed to look 
at her this way. 

Her fists clenched with involuntary tenseness as it occurred to her that her 
husband might suddenly decide to come home in the middle of the day, in 
which case he would catch her. Not that Andy gave a damn about her as a 
person, but he regarded her as his personal possession, and he wouldn't take 
kindly to anyone, not even Zip, fondling what belonged to him. She felt the 
boy's hands slowly, gently, teasingly working their way between her thighs, 
separating them, making her widen them. She was terrified. 

"Zip.. . no.. . don't.. . I can't do this.. . it's wrong...I'm 
afraid...please...oh, please.. . . " 

"It's all right, Aunt Helen," he whispered, his voice soft, tender and 
loving, because the truth was, he did feel something for her more than that 
which he had felt for all those girls with whom he had fooled around. Oh 
yes, he did indeed have a crush on her, and though it was tempered somewhat 
by the knowledge that she was reciprocating so quickly, the fact remained 
that here he was, with this beautiful blonde woman, the both of them totally 
naked, and she so emotionally overpowered, he would be able to do as he 
wished if he remained calm and collected. 

He gently spread her thighs wider as she lay on the couch, then knelt 
between them, his body preventing her from shutting them. The boy sat back 
on his knees, saying, "Don't be scared, don't be scared. Everything's gonna 
be terrific, Aunt Helen, you'll see." 

Helen clamped her eyes shut and tried with all her might to believe the 
boyish words he was spouting, doing her best to push away the continuing 
sense of nagging shame that ate away at her. Just a few short seconds ago 
this had all seemed so magical, as if happening in some kind of fairyland, 
but now, totally naked in her own living room, she realized what she was 
doing. She was acting in a shamefully meretricious and adulterous way, a way 
totally forbidden by people who populated the outside world. Yet she did 
long to feel this handsome youth make love to her...longed to have the 
wonderful dream continue now that it had begun. Yes, it had to continue, no 
matter what the final outcome. 

God help me! I'm so confused, she thought. 

Zip, looking at her face, knew the moment had come. The time was right, and 
if he let the moment pass, there might never be another. He had to make his 
move before the beautiful blonde young woman lying nakedly in front of him 
decided to "be sensible." Once she really changed her mind, there would be 
no changing it back, and all his plans for using Helen physically, using her 
personally and letting his friends use her so he would become financially 
well-to-do, would slide down the drain. 

He hurriedly forced her tensing thighs just the littlest big wider, his 
hands on the tender insides, pushing outward. Without another word, he 
plunged his face downward, his lips moving toward the hotly throbbing flesh 
of her defenseless vaginal slash. A warm, pungently feminine aroma wafted up 
to his nostrils, driving the wanton youth mad with ardor as his desire 
continued steadily mounting. Hot flashes of obscene rapacity rippled 
insanely through his shuddering body. Up to now, he had kept his own lustful 
desire for her under control, but at this moment, with his mouth pressed 
against the quivering threshold of her steamy cleft, he was no longer able 
to keep himself restrained. With a mounting growl of excitement, he pushed 
his face deeper into her feminine glen, darting the entire length of his 
stabbing tongue in a snakelike manner, flicking up and down the full, wet 
vaginal slash. 

The abrupt and shocking contact of Zip's tongue with the ultra-sensitive 
membranes of her blazingly aroused vagina caused Helen to suddenly retreat 
and no longer resist. What the boy was doing-something she had never even 
dreamed of-had her so totally enthralled, vibrant tremors of utterly wanton 
desire tingled through her starved loins-loins that had never known any kind 
of pleasure whatsoever, and the rush of ecstasy completely dispelled her 
fears. As a result, she was the one who opened her thighs, spreading them 
even more widely in order to accommodate the boy's lewdly questing oral 
digit. 

Little by little she began surrendering herself to the maddening passion 
that continued growing like a flame throughout her insanely pulsating body. 
At that moment the boy's tongue, which had been flatly rubbing against her 
inner labia, pulled back a little, and pressed itself firmly against the 
button of her hidden clitoris. Until now, the nodule had remained shielded, 
hidden by a tiny canopy of flesh, afraid to reveal itself whenever Andy had 
touched her for fear of being bruised. But because of what this boy was 
doing, her clitoris extended itself, and thus met the rubbing tongue. As a 
result, she gasped as the boy massaged his oral organ against the penis-like 
extension as it was teased into tantalizing hardness. 

Helen gasped, unable to believe what she was feeling. She was wantonly 
aroused by sensations she had only dreamed about but had never hoped to feel 
until this moment. His tongue playing against her clitoris made her shudder 
and vibrate uncontrollably. She felt as if she were a clarinet, and someone 
was playing her, holding a long, sensuous note inside her body, making her 
tremble. Reverberation after reverberation ran wildly through her shuddering 
body like a teasing tremor of pure static, and wave after wave of 
uncontrollable and irresistible pleasure surged upward through her 
lasciviously flowering cuntal slash. 

Then Zip slid his flicking tongue slurpingly downward, away from her 
desire-distended clitoris to the soft, velvet-like entrance to her feminine 
sump, aware of the fluted labia pressing against his cheeks. He probed 
deeply into the steaming feminine swamp, making her writhe, wriggle and 
contort as feelings Helen had never previously dreamed of suddenly exploded 
sizzingly through her shuddering body. Her vaginal opening contracted and 
expanded continually as he carefully explored the wetly pulsating orifice. 
He pushed his tongue as far into it as was humanly possible, and for the 
first time Helen felt a tongue wash her inner walls, circling as it did so, 
touching every part of her interior. 

The beautiful blonde found herself uncontrollably pulling back in utter 
surprise and thrilling passion, a soul-searing moan escaping from the depths 
of her helpless chest. The sudden and violent intrusion of this handsome 
young boy's wetly probing tongue into the simmering center of her seething, 
and desire-swollen vaginal depths suddenly brought her back to violent 
reality, and she was torn between insistent flashes of lust and a renewal of 
the fear of discovery. It no longer bothered her that what she was doing was 
immoral, simply because something this good had to be moral if only because 
it was so good. This didn't lessen the chance of discovery by her husband, 
though. 

"Zip. . . . " she gasped, heavily panting, unable to keep herself under any 
kind of control, doing her best to resist. 'This isn't right.. . no 
Zip...no...if my husband finds us.. . . " 

The boy was too far gone to bother replying with words. His only response at 
this point was to rotate his tongue that much more strongly into her 
velvet-like interior, swabbing out her vaginal sheath again and again, 
drinking the delicious potion of oil that continued issuing from within her. 
Salaciously obscene thrills of mounting hunger and desire constantly built 
higher and higher in her pulsing loins, and shocks of uncontrollable arousal 
spiraled out through her nakedly splayed frame, so intensely compelling at 
this moment the last trace of fear being found out by her husband was, for 
the moment, totally obliterated from her seething brain as wild arousal 
continued surging through her shuddering body. 

Helen's heart began pounding madly, thundering in the middle of her tiny 
chest as the handsome, brown-haired young boy continued slurping his vibrant 
tongue in and out of the shuddering swamp that was her vaginal softness with 
overpowering force. Tremors of lascivious passion rocked the dazed housewife 
from head to foot. Her head began flailing back and forth on the arm of the 
sofa in mindless passion. Her long blonde hair, which had been finally done 
in an upsweep, now came loose and began flailing in every direction at once. 
Though it would have horrified her if she was fully aware of it, the lovely 
woman was no longer behaving like a lover of romance, but rather she had 
become primitive, losing herself in animal feelings of lascivious sensation, 
surrendering herself to age-old passions she, herself, had never been 
permitted to realize. At this moment she was unaware of anything other than 
the urgency of her body's needs. 

"Uuuuuu nnnn hhhhhh! Yesssssssss!" she hissed. 

Wantonly, shamelessly, she hurled her pelvis upward, slamming her cuntlips 
against the boy's working mouth, feeling his tongue eel in and out of her as 
never before. Gone for the moment was the romantic image of Zip as a 
troubled youth who had come to her and gasped out his love for her. Gone in 
every way was the genteel idea she had of romance and delicacy. Sensitivity 
had been replaced by thrilled sensuousness. What she felt at the moment was 
pure animal passion. Her brain was completely consumed with sexual messages 
rushing in and out of her through every nerve-ending and more in her lewdly 
twisting, shuddering body. With deep groans of pleasure she grasped the 
boy's head and with her fingertips on the cap of his skull, pressed his face 
solidly into the palpitating depths of her slickly jellied cunt. Thoughts 
ran through her mind in an incoherent jumble. Though Helen was a romantic, 
she wasn't ignorant about sexual terminology. She had heard her best friend, 
Maggie, Zip's mother, often talk about the happenings in the hospital where 
she worked. In a place where there were so many beds there were bound to be 
more than a few bedroom antics. So her mind thought out the words she had 
often heard Maggie use when describing some of the things she had been 
seeing between patients and nurses and doctors and nurses. The boy was, in 
the local parlance, eating her pussy, and she loved having him feed there. 
She ached to discover what it was like to climax, to come. 

Though nothing but low, guttural moans continually escaped from between the 
lips of the helpless housewife, Zip was fully aware by now, with the sure 
and certain instincts of a youth who had learned too much too soon, that 
today's goal was in sight. He was going to win what he had set out to do. 
The beautiful woman he had thought beyond reach when he had confessed his 
passion for her was now groaning like a madwoman, her softly fleshed breasts 
and bouncing buttocks moving uncontrollably as he continued feverishly 
sucking at her vagina, driving his tongue deep into her wetly pulsating 
vaginal depths, drinking her colorless flow and savoring the tanginess of 
it. 

The handsome boy gripped the soft, white flesh of her rounded asscheeks, 
holding her wriggling hips in place with one hand, while his other hand 
reached down and grasped his huge, blood-bloated phallus and began pumping 
it a little. Gee! It was longer and thicker than he had ever remembered. It 
really felt huge. For a brief instant he thought about fucking his Aunt 
Helen, but he knew in the long run that would louse him up with her. He had 
to leave her with only happy memories, and no regrets. Better stick to the 
plan he had formulated for the moment. Hell! He'd better take his hand off 
his own cock. If he shot a wad all over her living room, her husband would 
be bound to be more than a little suspicious. 

With renewed excitement, Zip pressed his ovaled lips all the more greedily 
against the center of her feminine doughnut-hole, greedily sucking all the 
harder on the wetly pulsing flesh of her steaming vaginal slit, his saliva 
mingling with her feminine oozings. He sucked like a leech, making her 
shudder with greater excitement. 

"Aaaaaa iiii yyyyyy aaaaa ggggg hhhhh!" the beautiful naked wife shouted as 
she found her mind totally blank to everything other than the wonderful 
rapture blowing through her body like an uncontrolled cyclone. Her vaginal 
lips flared wide open for the first time in their life, doing so willingly 
instead of trying to contract, and the quivering inner walls of her slithery 
cunt tried clinging desperately at the man's obscenely burrowing tongue, 
trying hard to pull it even further into her heatedly contracting cuntal 
funnel. 

With a throbbing sigh of animal whispering, the lovely blonde wrapped her 
legs tightly around Zip's bobbing head, wailing rapturously as peak after 
peak of sexual passion was approached. Each time she was on the verge of her 
initial orgasm, she suddenly found herself rising a little higher as the 
boy's tongue continued surging through the oiliness of her widespread 
vagina. The intensity of sensation was entirely new to her, for she was 
being transported to sexual realms she had never previously known to exist. 
Somehow her strange, seemingly fated encounter with this beautiful boy whom 
she had seen grow up in the house behind hers had started in motion a series 
of feelings about which other women talked, but feelings she, herself, had 
never had the opportunity to enjoy. The passion she was feeling was new, 
out-of-control, and as a result, free as a high-flying bird, lifting her 
sensually out of her conscious control. Higher, higher, higher, and then the 
blonde woman exploded with movement until she found herself bobbing 
helplessly, rampantly on a stormy sea of rapture like a helpless buoy as she 
continued grinding her wetly upturned vaginal opening into the young 
teenager's sucking mouth, splashing his face with heavy oozings of oil 
seeping from her vaginal interior. 

"AAAAA IIIIII EEEEE YYYYY AAAAA GGGG UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHH AAAAA GGGG HHHH 
UUUUUU NNnnn gggGGG HHHHH AA- 

AAA UUUUU WWWWWW AAARRRGGG HH-HHH UUNNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked out in ecstasy. 

One searing flash of light after another seemed to burst behind her tightly 
closed eyes, and Helen finally discovered what it was like to have an 
orgasm-a wonderfully marvelous, overpowering orgasm. Her body was consumed 
with cascading delight, and she felt as if all the climaxes she had missed 
over the past fifteen years had concentrated themselves into this one. 

When it was over, she begged the boy to let him do something for him, but he 
kissed her, said, "No, Aunt Helen, I love you too much to shame you." They 
dressed, he left, and Helen was still in heaven. 



CHAPTER FOUR 

Zip had an erection that wouldn't quit. God! He had to bury it somewhere 
before he went home, or his mother would ask all kinds of embarrassing 
questions. She noticed every little thing about him, and it was difficult to 
keep it a secret that he had been getting laid this past year. His mother 
was a nurse and she seemed to know the look of a man who has been happily 
fucked. He had struggled to hide it from her, and to date, he had succeeded. 
But he would never be able to hide his hard-on from her, and she would know 
her young boy was feeling things, and it would worry her, because his mother 
was something of a prude, in spite of being a nurse. 

He had a half-hour before supper. That gave him one hope, and that hope was 
Rhonda. Rhonda was the first girl he had ever laid. In fact, she had shown 
him the ropes. He had been scared his first time, and Rhonda had put him at 
ease and made things good for him. Now and again when he went back to see 
her, she was delighted, especially when she saw what progress he made. 

He knocked at Rhonda's door five minutes later, and the pretty blonde girl, 
one year older than he was, let him in. Rhonda came from a big family. She 
was the oldest child. The other kids were out playing for the moment, while 
Rhonda did the housework for her mother who was always working, as was her 
father, to feed the kids. 

"Zip," she said, smiling, stepping back to let him in. 

"Hi," he smiled back. "I got me a bit of a problem, and I figured you and I 
oughtta be able to reduce it to nothing." 

Rhonda saw his erection pushing out the front of his pants, and she smiled, 
saying, "We don't have enough time to make me come the regular way, Zip. I 
have to have dinner going in ten minutes. Look, how about I go down on you, 
today. I can come with your cock in my throat. Okay?" 

"Hey, you're all right, Rhonda," the boy smiled as they walked into her 
bedroom, one she normally shared with three younger sisters. 

She closed the door and the two of them quickly undressed. 

Rhonda had a pretty-sad face. She looked older than her sixteen years 
because she had so much responsibility. One day in the not-too-distant 
future she would run off and get married as Helen had, only she would be 
luckier than Helen, and though life would never be a bed of roses for 
Rhonda, at least she would no longer be unhappy. 

She had large brown eyes, honey-blonde hair, a long, straight nose, and thin 
lips. She had breasts which no amount of exercising would lift. Like many 
women, Rhonda was low-breasted, so even with her pectorals in top shape, 
her. breasts looked like they hung. Her breasts were tan-nippled, and each 
nipple was surrounded by a large circle of brown. Her belly was flat, 
attesting to the fact that she ate little and worked hard, and she had 
narrow, almost boyish hips, yet when her cunt squeezed around Zip's cock, he 
often felt as if it was on the verge of being pulled off. 

He made a mental comparison of Rhonda to Helen, and he had to admit Helen 
had the better body, but Rhonda's body was still good, really good. He 
smiled inwardly at -the comparison. Helen, who was twenty years older, 
looked almost that much younger. He was dying to fuck Helen, but he knew he 
didn't dare, just yet. To have done so would have made her feel guilty, 
afterward. He had learned from bitter experience that when one convinces a 
girl to cheat on her guy, and then one fucks the ass off her immediately, 
the girl instantly has second thoughts, and afterward doesn't want to see 
him again. This was one thing that wasn't going to happen with Aunt Helen. 
He had gone down on her, made her come without injecting his cock into her, 
and having discovered the wonders of orgasm, she would be loath to give it 
all up, especially since the boy hadn't penetrated her in any way. In fact, 
she would feel guilty about not having let the boy fuck her and Zip 
preferred her feeling guilty about something she hadn't done rather than for 
something she had done. 

Rhonda's simple pink house dress had come off the moment they had entered 
her bedroom, and Zip had wasted no time dropping his pants. He smiled at 

Rhonda to let her know he was sincere about liking her, grabbing the full 
cheeks of her flat ass in one hand while his other hand began squeezing her 
breasts. She jammed her heels into the bed, lifting her cunt to his cock and 
rubbing it back and forth. He wished she would have the time to let him fuck 
her, but Rhonda needed a long warm-up period before an actual fucking, so 
that was out of the question at the moment. She took a moment to spray 
herself with some perfume she had on her dresser, and he said, "That's nice. 
What is it?" 

"Something from Avon," she replied. "I can't afford anything else." 

"It really does the trick," he smiled. 

She rubbed the palm of her hand along the steel length of his shuddering 
cock and sighed breathily to him, "This is one cock I've really missed, Zip. 
God! It's really growing. I remember it wasn't much longer than my middle 
finger when we first fucked. Since then, it's more than three times as thick 
and almost twice as long. It's going to get longer and thicker, yet. Gee, 
I've missed you." 

"Hey, all I know is, when you and I do spend some time together, you knock 
the hell outta me for a week," he told her. 

"Am I really that good?" Rhonda asked. 

"The ever-fucking end, honey," he replied, knowing she was turned on by 
"dirty" words. It was part of their ritual, something he had discovered 
about her when she had first taught him about fucking. Whoever said ladies 
liked to be genteel when it came to sex was out of his-or her-mind. Women 
loved the four-letter words just as much as the men did, sometimes even 
more. 

Her fingers went to his chest and she began tickling him as she said, 
"This'll get you a little hotter so you come a little faster. But don't stop 
playing with my titties, tiger." 

She seemed to be able to discover just what it was about him that really set 
him off. But then, she had that kind of talent so that she was able to do it 
with just about any man. Usually, it was something different with each man. 
When they had time, she usually took a long, long time using her nails to 
lightly scratch his chest, his nipples, his balls, the head of his cock, his 
perineum, even his asshole. 

He rubbed her meaty breasts while she continued using her nails on his own 
nipples. Her buttocks wriggled against the stiffness of his throbbing cock, 
and her head rocked as she emitted little, "oh's," and "ah's." Then she 
leaned forward and began sucking his masculine nipples as he would normally 
suck on hers, and her tongue seemed to know all the right things because she 
was getting him hotter with every passing second. She began kissing her way 
down his body, and then she was kneeling with her lips pressed into his 
pelvis, kissing his groin and his balls, all around his cock. 

Though she had little enough time to do what they wanted to do, Rhonda was 
obviously starved for sex. Her mouth applied itself to the pulsing head of 
his stiff cock, the tongue licking up and down the webbed joining on the 
underside while one hand squeezed the base of his cock, and the other hand 
fondled his lint-covered scrotum. 

"Lie down," she told him. "I have to suck you dry, and we have little enough 
time in which I can do it." 

He sat on the edge of the bed she shared with two of her sisters, and then 
he lay down with Rhonda crawling on top of him, her lips always tightly 
surrounding the pulsing head of his cock. 

Her lovely white rump stuck up in the air, bobbing this way and that as she 
bent forward and swallowed the full length of his pulsating organ into her 
mouth. The head pushed into her constricted gullet and shuddered, and then 
her lips were rising again, up, up, up, until they caught beneath her 
corona. She sucked, pulling on the flesh as if intent on sucking fluid 
through a straw. Then she released the cock, lifted her mouth, and said to 
him, "Come on, Zip. I need the words. Without words, all this is 
meaningless." 

It was another part of the ritual. He realized more and more how aroused she 
was when hearing obscenities, and the filthier the words, the hotter she 
got. 

Cover your fucking teeth with your lips and suck me to death, Rhonda-baby," 
he muttered. "You have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, and I wanna feel the 
sperm sucked right outta me." 

She smiled at the boy, blowing warm air on his balls, then whispered into 
his cock as if talking into a microphone, "What else, Zip? What else should 
I do?" 

"Put that sweet, cocksucking mouth of yours on my cunt-fucking prick, honey. 
Work your lips up and down and blow like its a steam whistle until the 
succulent juices come out and fill your mouth, and then swallow all the 
jism, every last fucking drop," the boy said to the beautiful blonde girl. 

Her hand jerked up and down on his throbbing tool as she smiled and gasped, 
"More! I want to hear more!" 

Before he had a chance to say more, Rhonda opened her lovely mouth as wide 
as possible and sank down onto his pulsating lance as if she were diving 
into a pool of water. She didn't stop until the head was jammed as far into 
her gullet as was humanly possible, almost gagging her. Then she clamped the 
sharp edges of her teeth against his blood-bloated phallus, raking the edges 
up and down the thick length of it, while sucking with pursed lips. 

Raving sensations whipped the young boy's body, and he knew in order to keep 
her sucking properly, he had to whip her into a frenzy with more words. 
"Suck it, you fucking cunt! Get that fucking load outta my balls or I'll ram 
a closed fist inside that tight twat of yours and rip your back wall out. 
Then I'll bite off your clit and spit it into your asshole!" 

The words struck Rhonda's ears and filled her with shuddering arousal, 
driving her to ever-increasing efforts on the thickness of the youth's 
embattled prick. She hollowed her cheeks like a furnace bellows and clamped 
her teeth more firmly around the pillar of rock-solid penis, tasting the 
continually oozing oils. 

Zip was going out of his mind with lust. His desire for Helen was still so 
strong inside him, his throbbing cock in Rhonda's mouth was on the verge of 
unleashing a geyser comparable to Old Faithful. 

His fist was beating on the mattress as he lifted his ass and humped his 
pulsing cock in and out of the suctioning cave of her tantalizing mouth. 
Rhonda knew how to suck, all right. Of all the chicks he'd been with, none 
had been like Rhonda when it came to doing things. She out-fucked and 
out-sucked all the females he had ever known, though he had to admit Helen 
was such a responsive woman, she might very likely learn to better Rhonda. 
But this was something he still wasn't sure about. The only thing that was 
certain at this point was that Rhonda sucked and fucked better than any 
female whose body had, to date, contained his cock. 

Salacious sweat flowed freely from his pores as he pounded his thrusting 
tool in and out, his stomach muscles ridged tensely like a washboard, his 
face contorted as if being pricked with a million red-hot needles, needles 
that poked into every one of his pores, scraping at everything under the 
skin; especially the raw nerve-ends. 

The bedroom was turning into a floating rubbery mass, distorting into hazy 
hallucinations as the rumbling load of sperm came rushing from his twitching 
prostate. His body arched grotesquely and then stiffened as though he had 
suddenly developed rigor mortis. That was when he realized-from the way her 
lips were clamping on his cock-she was climaxing too, the head of his cock 
rubbing something in her throat to set her off. 

"UUUUU RRRRR GGGG HHHHHH LLL LLL CCCC HHHHHH MMMMMM PHHHHWWWWW 
AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" she gagged as he yelled all sorts of deprecatory curses at 
her in order to enhance her orgasm so that she sucked even harder, 
intensifying his own climax. Thrill after thrill blasted through him as he 
came into her enervating mouth, and she drank his sperm as if it were 
nectar. 



CHAPTER FIVE 

Andy Scott was in an unusually mean mood. He had seen a really stunning 
brunette at the service station earlier, and it was obvious from the moment 
he had seen her that she was the kind who got her kicks from picking up 
strange men and fucking with them in the back seat of her car while the car 
was up on the lube rack. The brunette had taunted him for a while, and then 
she had gone to his partner, and the partner had gotten into the car with 
her and Andy had been forced to put it up on the rack and service the car, 
changing the oil, greasing the wheels, all while the car rocked back and 
forth, making him aware what was going on inside. 

Yes, Andy was madder than hell, and as a result, he came home much later 
that night than usual. He had stopped at the local gin mill and had hoisted 
more than a few with some of the local citizenry. In fact, it was almost 
eleven when he got home, and Helen was fast asleep. 

Damn Helen! She had to be the coldest cunt in the whole fucking world! She 
always complained when he jammed his cock into her. Christ! What the hell 
did she have to bellyache about? He had put it to her a lot more gently than 
his father had given it to his mother. He still remembered seeing his father 
fucking his mother. He had been a little boy then, and he had thought the 
old man was really hurting her, but he knew he didn't dare interfere. The 
old man was a mean one, and he would as soon wallop the boy until his head 
came off if the boy dared open his mouth. So Andy had watched his father 
brutalize his mother, and his mother, even more terrified, had kept her 
mouth shut for fear of the man killing her. As a result, Andy had grown up 
believing this was the way all men fucked all women, and in his own opinion, 
he had been far more gentle with Helen than his father had ever been with 
his mother. 

When he fucked with the whores he never bothered to notice how much they 
seemed to enjoy it, too. But then, the whores were just that, whores, and 
not worthy of notice. 

His wife, on the other hand, the mother of his son, had to understand once 
and for all that in his house, he was king. 

Damn! he thought. Look at her, my loving wife, fast asleep. Here I've got a 
craving, and the whores are all busy tonight, and my blonde bitch of a wife 
is asleep. Well. Shit! She's gonna learn a lesson tonight. She's gonna learn 
that if she acts so fucking uppity, then in order to be brought down a peg 
or two, she's gotta be treated like a fucking whore. 

He walked over to the bed and shook her roughly, his drunk mind intent on 
punishing her for being so standoffish all the time. 

"Wha...what is it, Andy'? " Helen asked, waking up. 

Seeing the scowl on his face, the blonde was terrified instantly, her mind 
immediately thinking Andy had somehow or other found out about what she had 
done with Zip. 

"M-gonna fuck you," he muttered. 

"But Andy, this morning, I mean...you usually never want seconds. Please, 
Andy, what you did this morning was devastating enough." 

"We're gonna fuck!" he yelled. 

"No!" she insisted, quivering, trying to pull the covers tightly around 
herself. 

Andy wasted no time. He gripped her by the hair, yanked her head up, then 
struck her solidly across the face. 

"Andy!" she shrieked. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm teachin' you manners," Andy replied, and he belted her again. 

She rolled to the far side of the double bed, then slid off, trying to run 
around him and out of the room, yelling, "You're drunk! I'm going to call 
the police. You must be insane, hitting me. I've always done whatever you 
wanted, and when you wanted it. . . . " 

Andy lunged for her, and grappling with her, the two of them fell to the 
floor. She kicked and screamed, rolling away, and somehow made it to the 
door. The man wrapped his arm around her and easily dragged her back to the 
bed. 

"What you need is some taming, you bitch!" Andy snapped at her, and he 
coldly slapped her face two more times. 

Her cheeks were a brilliant red by now, and the short man felt some small 
satisfaction in knowing the redness would be a long time in going away. Then 
he gripped her by the hair, and with his free hand unfastened his belt, 
sliding it from his trousers. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she gasped, filled with fear and 
apprehension. "Andy, this isn't right. I'm your wife. You have to stop 
this." 

He yanked her around and threw her, face down, on the bed. He wrapped the 
belt around his fist twice, leaving a lot of leather dangling, and then he 
began to slowly, methodically whip her behind. He smiled, watching the 
leather cut into her white ass-flesh. Helen tried wriggling away. He let go 
of her hair and caught her by an ankle as he continued to cross-whip her 
buttocks. 

"No more...no more...don't do this to me!" she shouted, trying hard to 
wriggle from her husband's grasp as the belt continued coming down on her 
rear-end. "Oh no...you're hurrtinnng meeeee...aaaa-nnnhhhh...my 
behind...aaaaiiiieeee...you'll kill meeeeee...ohhhhhhhh.. . . " The red flat 
welts continued building up on her white asscheeks and equally white upper 
thighs. 

Andy was enjoying himself immensely. He was naturally sadistic, having 
inherited it from his father, and he enjoyed watching his wife's buttocks 
bob from side to side as he continued beating them. She finally lay still on 
the bed, sobbing her heart out. He dragged her body around to the side of 
the bed and then hoisted her to her knees. His cock felt as if it had never 
been bigger or more in need of a hot hole, and he decided that since fucking 
his wife's cunt had elicited no response from her other than pleas to quit, 
he would give her asshole a try. Besides, her asshole was certain to be 
tighter than her cunt, which was tight enough. He stepped out of his fallen 
trousers, removed his undershorts, then dug his nails into her hips as he 
hauled her toward him and jammed his blood-bloated cock against the 
puckering eye between the full, round cheeks. 

"My God!" Helen shrieked as she realized what it was the man was trying to 
do. "This is insane! You'll kill me! I can't take you in there. I'm dry! 
Please...please . . '. don't do this to me...don't.. . . " 

But Andy was so sodden, he didn't give a damn about her pain or anything 
else at that moment. When he saw his wife trying to clench her asscheeks 
together, he used the middle finger of his left hand, shoving it against her 
picker. She screamed, and he rammed harder. 

"From now on. . . . " he gasped, ". . . when I want that fuckin' cunt of 
yours, you're gonna give it to me with a smile. You ain't gonna crap at me 
how much I hurtcha," he told her, toying with her asshole, twisting and 
turning his finger into the tender flesh, forcing his finger in up to the 
first knuckle. 

Andy had never fucked an asshole before. The whores had always claimed they 
were too small back there, and too dry. Now he discovered just how dry his 
wife was in the rear, but he didn't give a damn. In fact, he hoped it would 
hurt a lot. He spread her asscheeks so far apart with his digging thumbs 
that everything was visible. He pushed his finger into her vagina, found 
some moisture, rotated it around and around to stir up her body fluids. Then 
he pulled the finger out and spread the oils against her anal pucker. He did 
this a half-dozen times, finding she was getting juicier and juicier with 
every passing moment. As a result, the squat little man was becoming more 
and more excited. He bent his head to the little crinkled brown eye, and he 
spat on it, rubbing the saliva around and around. Helen, knowing what was 
coming, writhed uncontrollably. 

Rubbing his finger against the woman's slightly puckered anal opening, Andy 
felt Helen responding in spite of herself. Hell! She was human, after all. 
Not that he intended putting his tongue there. That would be disgusting! All 
the while he held her asscheeks wide apart, gripping the buttocks with his 
clenching fists, kneading the white roundnesses, massaging them. 

Helen involuntarily clenched her buttocks against his digging fingers, and 
this angered him, so he began probing into her rectum with his middle finger 
again. Little by little he was gaining ground as his finger probed into the 
dark recess. He was determined to wear down her resistance and make her beg 
for him to fuck her ass. He had never thought about making her want to be 
fucked in her vagina, but he was sure as hell making her feel something in 
her ass. 

His finger was penetrating more and more deeply, and against her will, her 
back arched and her butt thrust itself toward Andy. He was winning. He was 
turning his wife into something even better than the whores, because he was 
teaching her to enjoy ass-fingering. 

Yanking his finger from her rectum, he rammed his cock-head against the 
lubricated orifice, shoving relentlessly. The penis finally shoved through 
the resisting sphincter ring and drove all the way up into the tightness of 
the dark passage as he became engulfed in her heated inner tightness. 

"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuuuu nnnnnnnn ggggg hhhhhh! Ghhhh uuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh! 
Aaaarrrggghhhh! 

Ggggg hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh! Ooooo oo-nnnggghhh!" Helen gasped, 
impaled through the rear on her husband's slender cock. 

He rammed in to the hilt, then pulled back until only the head remained 
trapped inside by her tight sphincter, and then rammed his throbbing cock 
deep, deep, and deeper all over again. As he did so, his mind dwelled on the 
stunning brunette who had put out for his partner, and he imagined himself 
fucking her. All the while he continued poling his wife's ass, intent on 
splitting her if necessary, reaming that tunnel so she wouldn't be able to 
shit for a week. She continued moaning, begging him to let her go, but he 
still continued prodding and ramming, slamming the full length of it inside. 

When Helen finally gave up, and her body went limp and unresisting, he 
yanked his cock out of her asshole and commanded her to turn over. 

She fell forward and lay flat on her belly, so Andy crossed her ankles, and 
then very unceremoniously flipped her over onto her back. He was pleased she 
made no effort to resist. 

Reaching down, he gripped her hair and raised her to a sitting position. He 
was going to have the best of everything tonight. He no longer thought of 
her as his wife, but as merely a receptacle for his cock. She didn't deserve 
the decent treatment he had given her for the past fifteen years. Shit! He 
had been a gentleman about fucking her-only using her when his rocks really 
needed lightening. He had always fucked her quickly, without playing all 
those stupid little games he played with the whores, first. After all, Helen 
was his wife, not a whore, and he had no intention of fingering her and 
treating her like a whore. With Helen, he had always been quick-in, then 
quick-out. 

But she had never appreciated it. She had always screamed and yelled when he 
had fucked her, so he would treat her like a whore. 

"Okay, bitch!" he said to her, pointing his cock at her mouth. "Now that 
it's been in your ass, suck on it!" 

"My God!" Helen shrieked. "Andy, don't do this...for God's sake...you're 
insane...don't do this...I've never done anything like this before in my 
life.. . oh, God!" 

She frantically struggled to pull her hair loose from his hand. Somehow, in 
some way, she had to get away. 

Andy didn't bother waiting. He jammed her face into his groin, savagely 
yanking on her blonde hair, commanding her to use her tongue and lick his 
prick. Horrified, Helen obeyed, her tongue peeping out from between her lips 
and washing the full length of the throbbing pike, over, under, on top and 
on bottom. He held her head so tightly against his groin, her nose pressed 
into his pelvis and she came close to smothering. He jammed his small cock 
all the way into her mouth, and the head barely touched her throat. She 
gagged, and the pressure was almost too much for Andy. He would have come, 
had the booze in him not taken over. Suddenly his cock began shrinking, and 
just like that, he passed out, falling onto the bed beside Helen. 

The stunning blonde was suddenly on her feet and hurrying to the bathroom. 
For a moment she thought she would throw up. Spying some mouthwash, she 
rinsed her mouth again and again. 

God! He was disgusting! A monster! How was it possible for any man to treat 
his wife that way! She had the urge to jam a knife into him, but if she did, 
then what? Trial? Perhaps jail? What would happen to her son, Phil? He would 
be kicked out of military school, and with no one to pay the bills, he would 
soon be kicked out of his own house while she languished in prison. When she 
got out of prison, then what? Who would care for her? Who would support her? 
She would never again be given a job as a restaurant hostess. 

No! Much as she hated Andy Scott, Helen decided she was stuck with him for 
the rest of her life. 

But if this was the way he was going to treat her, like some two-bit tramp, 
then she felt justified in acting out the part. From now on, she would seek 
a little pleasure on her own-discreetly, of course. She would discover what 
it was like to have more orgasms. 

Zip! Yes, Zip! The next time he came by, she wouldn't give him a hard time. 
The next time she would make things good for both of them. Zip had done 
something for her, making her come and asking nothing in return. Well, she 
would more than make it up to him. Her husband, in his crude, vicious way, 
had shown her just what it was men wanted women to do. Helen had the feeling 
that with Zip she would actually enjoy doing some of, if not all of, those 
things. 

Turning out the bathroom light, she staggered back to the bedroom where her 
husband lay with his pants off, snoring on the bed. Turning, she went to her 
son's bedroom and slept there for the balance of the night. 



CHAPTER SIX 

Without realizing it, Zip had timed things much better than he had dreamed 
possible. It was August, and that meant holidays, vacations and the like. 

His parents, and the Scotts as well, took their vacations in August. Helen 
had gone for two weeks without seeing Zip. Her husband hadn't attacked her 
again, but her body was clamoring for the kind of attention that, so far, 
only Zip had given her. She was aching to feel a good orgasm. In the late 
afternoons, when she returned from her job as hostess at the restaurant, she 
had taken to masturbating and as a result, had given herself string after 
string of minor climaxes, none of which had approached what Zip had given 
her. 

Zip had taken a summer newspaper route, which, for the next two weeks he 
would hand over to a friend of his. As a result of his having worked his 
route, he had managed to stay away from Helen Scott, though his body had 
clamored for her. Still, he had restrained himself, knowing when the time 
came, she would either be more eager than ever, or she would have lost all 
interest in him. 

Helen had worked at the restaurant where she played hostess during those two 
weeks, not missing a day. She had suddenly lost interest in that daily fifth 
of scotch, and as a result, her skin began taking on a new sheen and her 
eyes no longer had that sunken look. The redness was disappearing from her 
nose and cheeks, and there was no longer that hard brilliance in her eyes. 
But in all that time, she wondered why had Zip not shown up. He was, after 
all, a bright boy. He had seen how easy a victim she was to his charms, 
young though he had been, and his very youth should have given him more 
confidence. But apparently there was a shyness to him on which she hadn't 
counted. However, things were due for a big change. 

It was the second week in August, early Sunday afternoon, and the Cerrone 
Fairmont sedan and the Scott custom Cadillac Station Wagon-Andy was 
definitely a whiz at customizing any car so that he had one of the only 
Cadillac station wagons in the world-were both packed, and the two families 
set out, as they always did at this time of the year, for their rented cabin 
in the mountains. 

Ten years earlier, Joe Cerrone, Zip's father, had found this isolated cabin 
while on a construction job some ten miles away. There had been a sign out 
front, advertising the fact that the cabin was for rent, but because the 
cabin was so far off the beaten path, no one had bothered coming to it. Joe 
had checked with the real estate agency, had discovered that since no one 
ever really used the cabin it was for rent very cheap, and mentioned it to 
Andy Scott. The two of them had agreed to rent the cabin for two weeks every 
summer. However, the real estate agent had told them the owner would only 
rent the cabin for either three months, or not at all. Either they took it 
for July, August, and September, or he wouldn't rent it. However, he was 
asking less for those three months than many places would have asked for 
only two weeks, and as a result, over the years, whenever Joe Cerrone had a 
little something going on the side, he would always bring the girl up to 
this cabin in July, and he would tell Andy that the garage man had the right 
to use the cabin by himself all during late August and all of September. 
However, Andy had never had occasion to use the cabin. 

Helen, on the other hand, realizing it was only an hour's drive from home, 
thought it was a perfect rendezvous spot. Now all she had to do was convince 
Zip, unaware the boy was wondering how to make her agreeable. 



CHAPTER SEVEN 

They arrived at the cabin at four-thirty in the afternoon, and separated 
into the various bedrooms. There were four bedrooms, one of which always 
remained empty. In previous years, Zip had shared a bedroom with Phil, 
Helen's son, and Helen and Andy had a second bedroom, while Joe, and his 
wife Maggie, had a third bedroom. The boys' bedroom had been on the left 
side of the cabin, while the two pairs of adults had the two bedrooms on the 
right side. There was only one bathroom, that at the rear of the cabin, 
right in the middle. 

The women unpacked while Zip, his father, and Andy Scott put on shorts and 
tee shirts and carried their fishing gear down to a nearby brook. 

Helen and Maggie spent the rest of the day sweeping out the one main room in 
the cabin. There was no TV up here, though they brought two small portable 
radios for the weather reports more than anything else. The room was huge, 
with a large table in the middle where everyone would sit to eat. It had 
benches on either side of it rather than chairs. 

That night, Helen slept restfully, having formulated a plan in her mind. One 
of the nice things about being up here was that her husband never touched 
her while they were at the cabin. If he had, the Cerrones would have heard 
her screaming. 

The following day, Andy and Joe went fishing again. They went early in the 
morning, and Helen knew, from past experience, that barring a thunderstorm, 
they wouldn't be back until after three. Maggie always loved to visit the 
quaint little rustic stores in the nearby villages. Sometimes Helen went 
with her, but more often she did not, so that when Helen turned Maggie down 
that Monday morning, Maggie merely shrugged and said, "You'll really be 
missing something, Helen." 

"I just don't like buying those little things," Helen shrugged. "To me, 
they're a waste of money." 

"I'll be back about two," Maggie told her. "Do me a favor, will you? Zip is 
sleeping late. When he wakes up, give him brunch." 

"Gladly," Helen nodded. 

"He likes his Aunt Helen's food, anyway," Maggie teased. "He once told me 
you were a better cook than I." 

"He was just egging you into cooking something he probably wanted," Helen 
laughed. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." 

Maggie left, and Helen hurried to her bedroom. There, she took off the 
shorts and halter she had been wearing, and put on a filmy bathrobe that 
wasn't see-through, but did cling. It really left little to one's 
imagination. 

Returning to the main room, Helen set about preparing food for Zip. It was 
already past ten, and she knew he would be up at any moment. So she had the 
bacon sizzling and the eggs already in the pan when the boy stepped out of 
his bedroom wearing a bathrobe of his own. 

"Aunt Helen?" he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. "How come you 
didn't go shopping with Mom?" 

"Someone had to stay and make you breakfast," she smiled. 

It was a lie, and they both knew it. Zip and Phil, Helen's son, had been 
able to get their own breakfasts for the past three years. 

She put breakfast on the table, and Zip sat opposite her, eating with 
unrestrained gusto. His eyes continually darted to the swell of her breasts, 
that promising hillock showing just the littlest bit through the open 
bathrobe-open at the top, that is. Helen watched the boy through the entire 
meal, a demure smile playing across her lips. Her smoky blue eyes were 
framed by an incredible cascade of blonde hair, hair she had purposely 
refrained from pinning up. 

The boy was glad he was wearing his own bathrobe. By the time the meal was 
over, his cock was standing rigidly at attention, as stiff and as straight 
as a flagpole, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably to adjust it. Jesus! She 
was really looking great that morning. No wonder he had developed the hots 
for her. He just sat there, staring at her, not realizing it was she who was 
doing the seducing at the moment, wondering how he was going to get her to 
make the first move, because his plan called for her making that first move. 
Great as she looked, she still had that air of innocence hanging over her. 
It was something Helen would never completely lose. 

The blonde didn't miss the boy's subtle movement, nor did she miss the faint 
flush in his youthful cheeks when she caught his eyes looking her over when 
she stood to clear away the dishes. There was no doubt the boy was still 
interested, very interested. 

"Like anything else?" she asked, approaching him, leaning over, letting the 
robe fall forward just a little so that he was able to peer straight down 
and see the swells of her white breasts, the picture of supposedly 
motherly-or auntly-devotion as a soft, bare arm brushed the boy's neck, and 
a strand of her golden hair raked his youthful cheek. 

Zip was many things, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. He didn't need to 
be told that his "Aunt Helen" was doing precisely what he had hoped she 
would do. He leaped to his feet and all but fell on top of her like a 
ravenous wolf on a helpless doe when the sensuous cloud of her new perfume 
wafted through his nostrils. Jesus! He hadn't expected things to be this 
easy. He hoped she was being honest about all this, because he felt himself 
beyond the point of no-return. 

Helen moved to her seat with a loose, easy, almost wanton glide as she 
pressed, her hands against the boy's chest to calm him down. He stared at 
her, almost slavering as he decided he really did feel more than lust for 
her. Christ! He wanted her! He had jerked off more than a couple of times 
since, just thinking about her. When he had fucked two other girls also on 
summer vacation at the nearby beach, he had imagined them to be his Aunt 
Helen. 

"Relax!" she said, staring at him with her wide blue eyes. "We have the rest 
of the morning and the early afternoon. Your mother won't be back until two, 
if that early, and your father and my husband won't be back until four or 
five." 

Jesus! She had the whole thing planned. 

Zip was stunned at the idea. He had no idea he had aroused such lusts in the 
woman, and realizing it gave him a sense of importance the like of which he 
had never enjoyed before. He had figured her as really being difficult, and 
his mind had been conceiving of various ways to break down any new mental 
barriers she might have constructed. To find that there were not any 
barriers, but in reality only greater desire on her part than on his, really 
had his balls tingling. 

"What is it, Zip?" she asked, her voice almost sultry. "Were you out to 
prove your manhood with me that other time, and now that you've proved it, 
you feel you don't have to do anything move?" 

"Hey, don't talk like that," the boy said, squirming. "I told you, I love 
you, Aunt Helen. I really love you. I just sorta figured you might be having 
second thoughts and all. . . . " 

"Oh, I had second thoughts," she admitted. "And third thoughts, and fourth 
thoughts, and fifth thoughts, admittedly all of them about you. I'm not 
going to go into detail as to why I've been thinking about you. But I'll 
tell you this. I'm yours for as long as you're interested in me, and for as 
long as you respect me." 

She was suddenly standing, swaying her body from side to side, a female 
naturally seductive as she took the boy's hands, pulled him off the bench, 
led him to one of the large chairs in the cabin near a dark corner where 
they were able to look out the window and see for miles. Because it was 
bright outside and dim inside, they were able to see out while anyone 
outside would not have been able to see them unless he had his face pasted 
right up against the glass. 

Helen plopped the boy into the chair, and she stood behind him as they both 
looked out the window, noticing there was no one for miles around. Her soft, 
cool hands began massaging his neck, rubbing, soothing, enticing the youth. 
Her hands said it all. Words weren't necessary at this point. She wanted him 
and she was making no bones about it, no reservations! As a result, Helen 
felt the cords suddenly tighten in his neck, as male urgency blasted through 
him. She knew he was struggling, doing his best to try and hold onto some 
sense of dignity. After all, he had been the seducer the first time. Now he 
was the one being seduced. Her fingers continued working on his neck, and 
she decided she would be damned if she would let this fifteen-year-old boy 
regain any kind of poise. Thinking back to the way he had seduced her, she 
remembered how childish, girlish, she must have seemed. Well, it was time 
for the boy to understand that although they were having an affair, she was 
a woman, and not some schoolgirl. 

The feel of the boy's firm, almost leathery tough muscles under boyish skin 
excited her beyond all. reason. She wanted him to stand and act like the 
tiger he had been moments earlier. He had almost pounced on her then, and 
she had restrained him, not out of fear or modesty, but simply knowing that 
making both of them wait a little longer would make everything feel that 
much better when the time came. Now was the moment for him to tear off her 
robe and fuck her. She had always hated the way her husband had plunged into 
her like a rutting Brahman bull, basically because her body had never been 
prepared for him. But all those masturbatory exercises had gotten her 
well-prepared, and just thinking about being with this boy had her cunt a 
seething swamp of juices ready to be ravaged. His slender young boyish form 
loomed in her mind, a golden lion, not a cub any longer, but still not 
full-grown. He was at that stage in life where he was unpredictable, but not 
yet dangerous. Still, he was no one with whom to trifle because definite 
thought patterns were starting to form, and to harm him now would be to ruin 
him, emotionally. However, Helen was definitely not in a trifling mood. 

Zip felt the messages being telegraphed by the pressures of Helen's fingers. 
She was working around his neck, and then little by little she began sliding 
her hands farther apart, moving them in wider, more sweeping circles against 
his shoulders and shoulder-blades, caressing his two collar bones, and then 
sliding her long fingers against the smoothness of his chest, then back to 
his nape again. Her arms pulled the collar of the loose robe away, parting 
the folds. Then the arms slid around him like two twining snakes, from 
behind. She clasped his young body and pressed her cheek against his soft 
shoulder, kissing his neck softly. 

Zip was unable to take this kind of teasing. When Rhonda did something like 
this to him it almost always drove him out of his mind. Now that his Aunt 
Helen was doing it, doing it with less expertise than Rhonda, yet with 
greater sensuousness, he allowed himself to endure it for a few short 
moments, trying to make himself believe this was all a dream, not yet really 
happening, but the realization soon dawned on him that he was as desirable 
to this older woman as he had been to all those girls he had fucked over the 
past years. His aunt's touch, though nowhere near as expert as Rhonda's, or 
for that matter any other girl, drove him into a frenzy because she was the 
one woman he had desired for so long. He realized she was as hot to trot as 
he, and her desire was not to simply fuck, but for the fucking to take place 
with him. 

It had been far easier than Zip had imagined, and as a result the victory 
ought to have been less rewarding. But it wasn't. Knowing Helen as he did, 
he realized, young as he was, that she was responding to him because she had 
a lack of genuine love in her married life. He would never be able to offer 
her permanence, but at least he was capable of offering her something good 
while the relationship between the two of them lasted. Unlike his Uncle 
Andy, he would never do anything to hurt Aunt Helen. He would give her all 
the love he had in him, for a little while, anyway, and he would make sure 
she was fully satisfied each time they did connect. 

He turned in the oversized chair, his arm sweeping behind and surrounding 
Helen's waist. With some little effort he tugged her into his lap and kissed 
her hard on the lips, and she responded with greater fervidness than he had 
hoped for. 

"What're you trying to do, Aunt Helen?" the boy asked, his voice hoarse with 
lust. 

Helen merely smiled and leaned forward, kissing him again, covering his 
mouth with her moist lips as she ran her slender tongue between his teeth, 
touching each tooth in turn. When it touched his tongue, it was as if sparks 
were set off in her mouth. 

She moaned with the demanding cry of a hungry female animal, yowling almost 
like a wild alley cat, her hands reaching into the tousled folds of his 
bathrobe and running her eagerly anxious hands over his body. She stroked 
and scratched greedily at him, eager for him to respond to her. 

Zip ran his hands over her slenderly smooth hips as her buttocks rested in 
his lap, and then his fingers caught the sash that held the robe closed. He 
tugged at it, and the sash opened, falling away. The front of the robe fell 
apart like state curtains, and behind them was revealed that wonderful sight 
he had seen once before. His hands anxiously reached inside, tugging the 
satin material farther apart, touching the even smoother, silkier texture of 
her delicate skin. His hands wasted no time cupping those full, ripe 
buttock-melons, grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his 
nostrils filled with the exotic scent of her tantalizing perfume. He wasn't 
the least bit surprised to find she was wearing nothing underneath. 

Her breasts, like the last time, were soft, but firm, high-set and 
delightful as she leaned forward and ground them against his chest, making 
him aware of their demand for attention. He yanked the robe off her 
shoulders and tugged it out from beneath her asscheeks, tossing it to the 
side, baring her delightfully shapely torso. Her lips and tongue flicked 
over his handsome face, and he felt as if he were being burnt by hot campf 
ire cinders. His mouth found her ear, and his tongue began exploring, 
probing the sensitive opening with an erotic expertise of sorts he had 
developed over a period of time. They responded to one another naturally, 
caressing, kissing, their tongues moving against one another's skin with 
increased tempo, and it was all orchestrated by the soft moans and sighs 
coming from Helen. Pleasure was rampantly charging through her. She had 
waited a long time for this, and she wasn't being disappointed, not in the 
least. 

The boy rose from the chair in a single easy motion, lifting Helen and 
carrying her in the cradle of his arms. He knew there was always the 
possibility of his mother, his father, or Helen's husband interrupting them, 
yet he had no intention of letting her go now that they had come this far. 
Instead, he carried her to the fourth bedroom, the one no one ever used. 
It's back window looked out over the distant lake where his father and Andy 
were fishing, but once again, the room was dark, and it was bright outside, 
so anyone inside was able to look out, while anyone outside was not easily 
able to see anything within. More important, the only way to approach that 
window was along a small, narrow trail strewn with the dead leaves of 
countless years, and easily audible to anyone inside once the window was 
open. Equally important, if someone came in the front way, the odds of them 
looking in this bedroom were small, giving them time to slip out the window, 
along the trail, and into the covey of bushes around the side. All this went 
through Zip's mind as he sat on the bed, pulling the woman's nakedness 
against him. 

Helen lay against his chest, her breath coming in quick, feverish pants as 
she kissed him, her tongue licking his face, her own face pressing firmly 
against his as her golden hair tumbled down and formed a curtain around them 
for the moment. 

Zip reached down and touched the honey-gold triangle between Helen's thighs, 
and the beautiful blonde woman gasped, delighted to once again be touched by 
caressing fingers that cared what they were doing-fingers that teased rather 
than hurt as they explored. Impatient to be one with the boy, Helen tugged 
the boy's robe open, more anxious than ever to have his strong arms around 
her while his ramrod of masculine meat eeled its way between her feminine 
lips, burying itself in her womanly chasm. She was eager to feel the hot, 
pulsing jet of sperm squirting into her vagina, because this time the sperm 
belonged to someone who cared about her as a person, and not to a vicious 
beast. 

She surrounded his young cock with her hand, aware of how much thicker and 
longer it was than the last time, but also aware of how much greater it was 
by far than her husband's. She wondered if her slender body was capable of 
handling something like this considering how difficult it had been to take 
Andy's cock in any of her orifices. 

Her fingers ran up and down the throbbing lance, caressing the spear-head of 
skin, a wonderful, soft-yet-firm texture of rubberiness, and she 
instinctively knew this was the kind of organ designed for the giving of 
pleasure, not pain. She was aware that the boy was completely circumcised, 
and the smooth, delta-shaped head had reared itself, proud and free at the 
striking edge of the hot, meaty probe. She liked that; so hard, so clean, so 
ready. Not that Andy wasn't clean. Whenever he perpetrated his outrages on 
her, he always did it with a clean cock. Even when he had forced her to suck 
his cock after shoving it in her ass, it had been clean. She attributed that 
to the fact that she, herself, had good hygiene habits. 

Her hands stroked and glided over the penile cylinder. She felt like a 
chorus girl fondling her first mink coat. 

The boy's hands were busy, too. He was exploring the gentle softness of her 
white, inner thighs, tracing and re-tracing the line where her vaginal lips 
came together in a squiggly kind of way. Fingers were separating her labia, 
and then a forefinger was sliding between the inner lips, into her womanly 
cave, rubbing against all the smooth walls of her inner passage, seeking the 
hard, round pearl of her pink clitoris. 

"Haaaaa nnnnn gggggg hhhhh! Zipppppppyyyyyy-yy...oooo ooohhhhhh...that feels 
so good...so good...so good.. . . " 

Helen spread her thighs that much wider and allowed her young lover's expert 
hands to continue exploring the very core of her sexual being. He was 
compressing his thumb and forefinger gently but firmly around the nodule, 
and just as tenderly continued yanking on it as if masturbating a tiny 
penis, massaging and pressuring it again and again. The touching continued, 
and the beautiful blonde writhed with eagerness, for she felt herself being 
brought to greater heights of passion than ever before-heights her husband 
would never be capable of bringing her to. Helen writhed with eagerness, 
impatient to finally have this boy's cock invade her body, because it would 
be the first cock to fill her with love instead of mere lust. 

Then the youth surprised her. Zip arched his body up, drew in his legs, and 
he crossed them over each other, yoga-style, the heels firmly resting on 
opposite thighs. Helen looked at this odd posture and wondered that he 
was-limber enough to get into such a position. But then, the boy's body was 
so limber, he was capable of almost anything. He looked very relaxed, 
natural, and ready. 

She slid off his lap, got up on her knees, and remained that way, facing 
him. 

"A girlfriend of mine taught me how much fun it can be this way," Zip 
explained, for by now he was aware of Helen's need to be fucked by him as 
she was, but he wanted to keep her on top, to make sure she felt as if she 
was the aggressor at all times. There would never be any question in the 
minds of either of them as to who initiated this in the cabin. The only 
thing Zip had to look out for was an occasional attack of conscience on 
Helen's part. 

The boy smiled at her and drew Helen to him by her slender waist. She let 
him lead, following eagerly, filled with curiosity, almost amused at the 
sight of him sitting cross-legged like a Buddha with his thick, powerful 
cock rising from the seat of his lotus position like a long, thick, prickly 
cactus. 

The boy lifted her slender, tiny body up and tugged her torso against his, 
pressing his hungry mouth between the swells of her lovely breasts. Helen 
automatically wrapped her legs around his body, her heels pressing against 
the base of his spine, one on top of the other as she clung to him. He held 
her poised above the horn of his pulsing cock, and now he began lowering her 
gently, slowly, a little at a time, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped 
pussy on the point of his penis, easing her down until her wetly hungry 
vagina succulently slid over the upstanding prod and covered the entire 
quivering length of the organ. 

Helen's lips quivered as lust scrawled itself on her face. This was the 
first time any cock other than Andy's had entered her body and it was 
s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good. For every bit of pain Andy's cock had caused her, this 
one brought her tingling thrills and enjoyment. Her fingernails dug into the 
handsome boy's shoulders as the hard rod of masculinity continued sliding 
deeper and deeper into her womanly cove, filling it as it had never been 
filled before, and then filling it some more. The sweet, oil-soaked hunk of 
masculine meat moved higher and higher, sinking ever deeper, and her legs 
squeezed themselves around his back, tugging her cunt closer and closer as 
her labia nibbled on the base of the organ, trying hard to suck his scrotum 
in, as well. Slick, slurping sounds came from down there, and the sounds 
filled Helen's head with thrilled delight, for each slurp made her tingle 
with feelings she had never had before. This was what fucking was all about. 
This was the pleasure, the enjoyment, the delight, the wonder. This 
was-everything. 

"I love it," she whispered. "And I love you." 

"I love you, too," he smiled back, kissing her lips. 

She was pinned on the upstanding pillar of utter pleasure, locked in an 
unbreakable copulative union. His cock was an upright root jammed into the 
deepest part of her, and she felt as if the hard, thick cock had penetrated 
her cervix and had pushed its way into her uterus. 

Helen delighted in this face-to-face intimacy. Her husband had always had 
her either on her back or on her belly, but this was the first time she had 
the feeling she was taking an active part in the copulation. Her hands were 
free to do as they wished-to touch and explore all the intimate parts of his 
body not buried inside her. 

The boy's lap held the roundness of her buttocks comfortably, and she felt a 
sense of security she had never had with her husband. His hands were running 
riot over the abundance of breast and flat belly she presented to him, and 
she rubbed up and down against his back with her thighs. His hard hands 
waged a subtle but uncompromising campaign over the length of her delightful 
body, probing her soft flesh with his fingertips, lightly pinching her 
slender ribs, cupping her high-set, solid breasts, gently tweaking her 
rosebud nipples, making them bloom and flower with uncontrolled passion. 

Then his hands slid around behind her, sliding between her shoulder blades, 
seeking, finding sensitive spots, pressing in and causing signals of delight 
to charge uncontrollably through her nervous system. Tingles ran down to her 
buttocks and up to her neck, and her carotid arteries throbbed until her 
head fell back with her eyes rolled up, seeing nothing as she lived only to 
feel the satiety of the lust continuing to trammel through her. She gasped 
as the boy kissed the pulsing artery on the right side of her throat, 
nibbling with his lips at the tender flesh, biting, exploring, using his 
tongue in a pantomime of predatory carnal feasting. 

Helen wanted to move, to begin churning and frenziedly grind the container 
of her vagina around the pylon probing her interior so that her long-delayed 
orgasm would be set off. 

"Now!" she gasped to the boy. "Bounce! Move me! Fuck me! Do it to me, now! 
I'll go out of my mind if I don't come! Please!" 

"No!" the boy told her. "I've done a lotta reading in a lotta books, and I 
had a chance to practice some of these moves with other chicks, Aunt Helen. 
Now you do like I tell you, and I promise you, what you feel is gonna be 
outta this world." 

Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped. "All I want is to really feel 
that cock of yours scrub my interior. My husband is an animal, and he's 
never made me come. When I was with you, two weeks ago, I had my first 
orgasm. I don't want to learn anything imagine, yet. I still have to 
discover how good a plain old-fashioned fucking can be. Please!" 

"Do it my way, Aunt Helen," the boy begged. "Believe me, you're gonna love 
it that much more. Just close your eyes and let your mind concentrate on 
what you're feeling. Concentrate on being inside your cunt. Feel my cock in 
there." 

"I can feel it," Helen grunted, concentrating, thinking how wonderful the 
great, solid tumescent lance stabbed through her womanly strait. She did as 
the boy told her, remaining still and unmoving. There was an inner feeling 
she had never known before, and she knew now that the boy was right in what 
he was trying to convey to her. 

Using willpower, straining her muscles, she forced her vaginal walls to 
tightly contract around the pulsing organ, wanting to caress it, to love it, 
to reach into her cunt with her hands and pet the throbbing cock. Now she 
was no longer a shell containing a cunt. At this moment in time she and her 
cunt became one and the same; a deep, dripping center of consuming lusty 
carnality. Helen discovered that not only wasn't she frigid as she had 
supposed all the times her husband fucked her, but she was basically a woman 
with more heat than she was capable of handling. 

Little by little she discovered the spasm on which she was concentrating was 
happening automatically. Her vagina continually applied strong pressure to 
the penile root. Yes, her cunt had a life of its own, pressing, rubbing, 
coaxing the sperm forth like a milkmaid's fingers tightening around the 
udder of a cow. 

Helen found herself losing control over her body. Even as her cunt 
contracted and expanded, compressing tightly around the throbbing penis, she 
found it impossible to sit still. Her body jerked up and down, up and down, 
and then the boy's hands gripped her waist as he said to her, "Don't, Aunt 
Helen. I'll tell you right now, I've had my share of cunts in my life, but 
I've never felt one of them able to squeeze my cock the way yours does. If 
you move it'll be a waste. Let your cunt do all the work-all of it! Don't 
move!" 

Helen was filled with a rapture the like of which was totally unimaginable. 
She was learning imagine kinds of sexual enjoyment from a fifteen-year-old 
boy. Within, she discovered her body was slowly building, building, building 
to complete orgasm, but climbing on an ascending scale that increased 
geometrically, like the 

Richter scale. Her interior was frenziedly undulating, the inner tissue 
flexing against the cruelly demanding phallus. 

"Unh! Anh! Ooonh! Please! Please! I've just got to have it! I have to! Oh, 
God! Zippy, Zippy, let me move...let me fuck...I can't stand this any 
longer." 

"You can take it," the boy perspiringly insisted. "In fact, you'll find that 
as time passes it'll get even better. Don't think about it. Just enjoy it. 
That's all!" 

He was anxious, but somehow he managed to keep his voice calm and 
reassuring. God! This was really the first time he was trying this out. All 
the other times, the girls had been impatient and they had started bouncing. 
Not even Rhonda had been able to keep her cunt steady, and he was beginning 
to wonder if there was a female in America capable of withstanding this 
position he had read about in The Ananga Ranga. 

The calm in his voice belied his anxiety, but it helped soothe Helen. He 
sounded detached from all this, far, far away, and as a result Helen slowed 
down, though inwardly shuddering. She chastised herself for acting so 
childishly in front of the boy, yet in her mind she had built him up to 
where she believed he must have been fucking younger girls for a long, long 
time to have gotten this far and to know this much. She almost felt ashamed, 
seeking such immediate satiety. God! This was uncontrollably overpowering. 

She relaxed, resting on the upstanding length of his impaling spire, feeling 
the organ probe all the more deeply into her womanly trench. The great 
unmoving instrument within her was like a musical instrument for her to 
play. It was stiff, solid, unyielding, and stoking her furnace of insatiable 
demands. The pair of them sat locked in an embrace of total wanton love, and 
had anyone been observing, they would have thought the couple cold and 
unfeeling, uncaring and unmoving in spite of the lines streaking across both 
their faces. Helen was shuddering with unfulfilled need, her face a rigid 
mask of lust. 

Zip was able to feel the frenzied throbbing her vaginal walls created around 
his prodding penis. Though he hadn't had much practice at self-control, 
something within had him keeping himself from spilling over. He smiled to 
himself as he realized the wondrous charges zipping through his Aunt Helen. 
She had confessed to him that her sex-life with Uncle Andy was a total 
washout, a bust. Well he was making her feel things she had never felt 
before. She was making him feel delight as well, delight no other female had 
been capable of making him feel. Christ! She was really something. Not only 
that, but when he started the parade of guys, she would become really 
battle-hardened, and when he fucked her, she would soon be teaching him all 
the tricks. 

Helen was well aware her orgasm was close, very close, only the littlest bit 
of feeling away. She ached for the boy to thrust straight up into her, as if 
pulling a trigger and shot gunning the feeling through her. 

Please...please...please.. . . " she murmured. "Oh, please.. . . " 

"Any moment now," he reassured her, whispering to her, yet remaining 
unmoving. 

Helen suddenly realized she was the woman and the cock on which she was 
setting belonged not to a man, but to a boy. She was tortured with the 
suspense of waiting, and she became angry that he was treating her like an 
immature girl his own age rather than the woman she was. 

But without realizing it, the agitated squirmings of her sucking syrupy 
vault was settling into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic pounding timed 
exactly to her heartbeat. She felt the lightest brush of orgasm, then 
another brush, and then the mounting, building of the oncoming climax as it 
began rippling through her cuntal cave. The inner beat continued, her 
cunt-muscles contracting all the more tightly around his pulsing cock, 
throbbing with a steady pull as the sensations became wilder. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped, and suddenly she was out of strength. She 
didn't have the energy to attain orgasm, and she began sobbing as she fell 
forward, clinging to the young boy as if he were her only salvation in this 
entire world. She clung to him, unaware that in spite of her collapse, her 
inner cunt was continuing to work without her mind telling it to, and she 
suddenly felt as if she was sitting on a mound of burning lava inside a 
volcano, rising higher and higher, and suddenly an eruption of 
uncontrollable consequence took place as a titanic blast of wonder went off 
inside her. The sensations within squeezed her body to its limits, rocketing 
her past every plateau of sexual pleasure she had ever previously 
experienced with him, and then the explosion seemed to all but take her 
apart. The blast seemed unending, uncontrollable, and her entire inner self 
seemed to come totally apart. 

"I'll II'MMMMM...GGGGGG HHHHHA AAA-ANN NNNNGG GGGHHH HH...COMMMM Mil IIINNN 
NNGGGGGGU UUUUUN NNNGGG GGGHHH HH...AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGHHH HH...OOONNN NGGGGH 
HHHHAA AAANNN NNG-GGG GGHHHH HH...DON'T STOP...DON'T 
STOP...MORE...MORE...GIVE IT TO ME ZIP-PPP PYYYYY YYYY...GIVE IT TO MEE 
EEEE.. . GIVE IT TO MEEE. . . . " 

She was a writhing, screaming, squirming uncontrolled woman who was finally 
learning the meaning of total fulfillment, squealing as she wriggled and 
twisted on the unmoving tower locked in the center of her interior. Her cunt 
crushed around it, and that was when the boy lost all control. 

"AAA AAIIII IYYYYY AAAAAG GGG GHH-HHH AAANNN NGGGGH HHHHHU UUUUUU UNNNGG 
GGHHHH HAAAAA AARRRR RGG-GGG HHHHHH AAAAAU UUUUWW WWWWAA ARRRRG GGG HHHHH!" 
he bellowed, and began firing spurt after spurt into her. It was painful, 
yet it was a pain he had to feel, because he would have been inwardly 
blasted apart had he not felt this pain. 



CHAPTER EIGHT 

Time had fallen away, having no meaning. The two lay side-by-side, and Helen 
was the first to finally snap out of the funk. She looked at the small 
wind-up alarm clock Zip had brought with him into the room, and she realized 
they had been in here for three hours. 

"We have to get dressed," she told the boy. "They'll all be back shortly." 

"Yeah, sure," he nodded. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and asked, "Aunt 
Helen, are you sorry?" 

"I'm only sorry you aren't older or I'm younger," she smiled as they wrapped 
their robes around their bodies. "This is something I should've done a long 
time ago." 

"Yeah, but if you had, you wouldn't've done it with me," the boy pointed 
out, "and I'd be the one really missing out. 

"You never can tell," Helen smiled. "We have two whole weeks up here, and I 
have the feeling you and I are going to work in a lot of sack time. But Zip, 
today was too much for me. From now on, let's be a bit more active and 
prolonging it a bit less. I mean, you and I have a long way to go, if we're 
careful. By prolonging it as we did today, we left ourselves open to 
discovery by the others. We were so enthralled at one point, we would have 
never heard anyone come in. We have to be careful. Understand?" 

"Sure," the boy nodded. "This was just something different I had to try out. 
I've been trying it with a whole buncha other girls, and none of 'em had the 
fortitude to hang on. I guess you're one woman in a million, Aunt Helen." 

"And you're one boy in a billion," she smiled. 

They went to her room first, where Helen rapidly slipped on her shorts and 
halter. Then she followed the boy to his room where he quickly slipped on 
shorts of his own and a striped tee shirt. Both had sandals on their feet, 
and they stepped outside the cabin. They had left the window in the fourth 
bedroom open so it would air out and no one would be able to smell the sex 
that had hung heavily in the air in there. 

"Hey," the boy said to her. "Did you know behind the picture near the 
dresser in your room is a hole? I mean, you can look through it into my 
folks' bedroom, and you know what? Knowing my folks as I do, they fuck 
almost every night. . . . " 

"How would you know?" Helen asked, smiling as they walked down to the river 
and stood on the wooden pier, careful not to sit since they didn't want to 
risk getting splinters. 

"Are you kidding?" the boy laughed. "I can hear them really going at it 
every night. I know what all those sounds are. Jesus! I've been making them 
myself for more'n a year, now." 

"Well, I don't think I'll be doing much peeping," Helen told him. "You 
forget, I have a husband of my own, and Andy isn't into being a peeping torn 
just yet." 

"Aw come on, Aunt Helen," the boy laughed. "We both know Uncle Andy loves to 
hit the sauce, and by tonight he'll have popped about eighteen beers inside 
him. He'll be out like a light." 

"What are you suggesting?" Helen asked. 

"That once he's cool, you and I watch, and then have a ball of our own. How 
about it?" 

"Well," Helen smiled, "only if Andy is definitely sauced out." 



CHAPTER NINE 

For the most part it had been a fun evening. They all went to the nearby 
harness race track, where the men bet and lost a few dollars while the women 
cheered their husbands on, and Zip had stood around quietly and simply 
watched. 

At the track, Andy had started loading up on beers, and by the time they had 
gotten back to the cabin, he was almost out of it. He went to the 
refrigerator, took out one more beer, guzzled it down, then staggered to his 
bedroom where he collapsed, fully clothed, on one of the twin beds. He 
started snoring almost immediately, and Helen knew an earthquake wouldn't 
have awakened her husband. 

She felt ashamed of herself because she knew she was going to call Zip into 
her room, and the two of them would spy on his parents. She had often 
wondered what it would be like to watch Joe and Maggie fuck away. Maggie for 
all her outward prudish-ness, seemingly knew all the tricks in the business, 
what with being a nurse and having watched her fellow nurses screwing with 
various doctors and patients. Maggie was that rarity, a faithful wife, but 
Helen sometimes had the feeling that Maggie's fidelity was not due so much 
to righteousness as it was to a fear of getting caught. Helen sincerely 
believed her friend would have been bunny-fucking if she felt herself able 
to get away with it. 

Wearing only a nightgown, Helen opened her door and peered into the main 
room. It was dark, with a slice of moonlight coming in through one of the 
windows and scrawling itself across the floor. 

Walking to Zip's room, she boldly opened the door without knocking. The boy 
was wearing pajama bottoms, and nothing else. She walked over to him, put 
her arms around him, and kissed him hungrily, saying, "You're right. Andy's 
fast asleep and he won't wake up." 

The two of them hurried back to her room, shutting the door and moving 
quietly, turning off the one lamp on the night table between the twin beds. 
Not only were they worried about the possibility of waking Andy, something 
that was virtually impossible, but they didn't want to be heard by Zip's 
parents. 

They walked over to the wall where the picture hung and removed it. There 
was not one, but two holes, and spaced far enough apart so both of them were 
able to peer through them and see what was taking place in the next room. At 
the moment, they saw an empty double bed. Maggie, the brown-haired mother of 
Zip, sr, was in her nightgown, revealing that over the years she had neither 
put on weight nor lost any of her good looks. She had a short, turned-up 
nose, and a full, kissable mouth. It was obvious Joe had been attracted to 
her right from the time he had first seen her. 

Joe, while not as short as Andy, was not as tall as his own son. He was 
uncommonly good-looking, which explained Maggie's being attracted to him, 
but more important, he was as good-natured as he was good-looking. He had a 
slightly long nose which he tried hiding with a mustache, and his face was 
almost, not quite, sallow. 

Since nothing was going on in the next room, Zip turned Helen to face him, 
and putting his arms around her, gave her a long, drawn-out soul-kiss. Helen 
tasted the mouthwash as his lips enfolded hers, enjoying the way his tongue 
slithered so easily into her mouth, searching for, finding, then rubbing her 
own tongue. His body felt so good next to hers, pressing its slenderness 
against the pliant, supple flesh of her own torso. 

Her arms rose without her thinking, twining themselves around the boy's 
neck. She pulled him closer, tighter against her slender feminine form, 
feeling his young muscles flexing and contracting under his pajama pants 
while her hands caressed the bare flesh above. Her nightie felt like a 
barrier rather than something to keep out the cool night air. It was cut low 
in front, and the boy was able to see the rich quivering of her breasts. 

His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth all the more urgently and she 
enjoyed the feel of his hand sliding over her back under her nightie. It 
felt so wonderful, so romantic, as if she were in a movie away on some south 
sea island, alone with this wonderful youth. She kissed him, slipping her 
tongue around his, feeling his strength surround her. Every delicious 
sensation only served to strengthen her resolve to cheat on Andy as a way of 
life from then on. With Zip, a mere boy she felt like a woman, at last. 
Thick and rigid, his pulsing penis pressed against the hidden curls of her 
pubic mound, and it felt wonderful. It was bigger, longer, thicker than 
Andy's, and yet, when Andy's penis in her vagina hurt her, this one slid in 
so smoothly. 

At the moment Zip had another full erection, and it was pressing against 
her, threatening her with more sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy she knew she would 
accept. Mmmmmm, yes! 

In the middle of kissing the boy, she heard a wet, sucking sound coming 
through the hole in the wall, and peering through, she saw Joe and Maggie 
wrestling on the bed, kissing. They were naked now, and she had a chance to 
see Joe's hairy back, looking almost apelike as he seemingly wrestled with 
his wife. 

Helen saw Maggie's face lolling from side to side, her face contorted with a 
far-away look of erotic obsession as Joe slid lower, pushing his face 
between her thighs, doing to his wife what Zip had done the first time he 
had been with her. 

She was conscious of Zip watching, too. Helen had the feeling this was the 
first time Zip had ever seen his parents make love, and she realized he was 
wildly aroused at the sight of it. 

Joe licked at his wife's thighs, then moved his mouth higher, kissing her 
belly, then licking at her nipples, each in turn, making the tan tips expand 
and swell like little bullets. Then he began sucking voraciously at his 
wife's heaving breasts as Maggie cooed softly while he took each nipple into 
his mouth. 

Watching them as she stood in her own darkened room, Helen found herself 
unable to move a muscle. She was frozen where she stood, bending just a 
little to keep her eye glued to the hole, her nipples also hardening as she 
enjoyed the wonderfully lurid sight of husband and wife making love, moaning 
as they rolled all over the bed. They had kept the small lamp on one of 
their nightstands on, and in the dim light Helen was able to discern just 
how beautiful Maggie's body really was. Reaching down, her hand gripped 
Zip's cock through his pajama pants, and she realized the sight of his 
mother's nakedness had him all hot and bothered. Maggie had such a fresh, 
clean look about her, unmarked by anything other than immediate passion. It 
was obvious Joe had already aroused her to an unreal reverie of lust and the 
lovely woman's mouth hung open as her head continued lolling from side to 
side. Her eyes had rolled up in her head, as if trying to stare at the 
sexual electricity within her. Thrill after thrill coursed through the 
brown-haired woman's excited flesh, and Helen, who was staring, was no less 
thrilled. 

Joe was moving lower again, running his tongue over the gentle swell of her 
tantalizing belly, moving lower and lower until his lips once again hovered 
over the dark pubic hairs covering Maggie's mound. His hands eased over the 
perspiring softness of her belly, his thumbs slowly but surely slithering 
through the downy pubic fur, moving to the tantalizingly ruffled pink lips 
of her vagina. 

Helen licked her dry lips with the moist tip of her tongue and suddenly 
shuddered when she saw him part the rippling pink vaginal lips and expose 
the tender moistness of his wife's cuntal core. Through droplets of wetness 
the pink lips glistened delightfully, and Helen was able to see the erect 
tip of the woman's clitoris, expanding and glistening with apprehension. 

The man's head slowly began lowering, and his tongue once again came eeling 
out of his mouth, darting back and forth until it flicked tantalizingly over 
the shuddering clitoris as it remained nestled at the apex of the inner 
lips. Maggie's body jumped spasmodically as if her cunt had been touched 
with an electric cattle prod, sending a bolt of lightning shooting through 
her entire shuddering body. She automatically lifted her long, smoothly 
tapered legs and clamped her soft thighs tightly around Joe's head. Slowly 
she began revolving her hips around and around, up and down, moving with an 
obscene animal lust. She was bent on pressing the wonderful tongue against 
her lascivious cunt until she was unable to stand it any longer. Her tightly 
clenched teeth were unable to suppress the agonizingly delightful mewls of 
pleasure coming from the depths of her shuddering throat. She sounded more 
and more sensuous with every passing moment, looking more desirable than 
ever with each undulating roll of her hips. 

Mesmerized by the enjoyment in Maggie, Helen stared at the woman's 
undulating motions as she kept time to the obscene sucking sounds coming 
from Joe's throat. There was more than a little something in Maggie's glassy 
stare that reminded Helen of herself, earlier in the day. Maggie was as 
sensuous as she, but Maggie was Zip's mother and so Zip would never get a 
chance to fuck her. She, Helen, would have to be a stand-in, for she knew 
now that Zip had unconsciously always had an urge to fuck his mother, much 
the way most boys do at one time or another in their lives. 

Helen's hips had involuntarily picked up Maggie's lascivious rhythm, and she 
rolled her hips slowly from side to side. She was barely conscious of Zip, 
moving behind her still peering over her shoulder through the second hole 
and watching his parents, as his hands moved from her waist to her swollen 
breasts. He gently rotated them in his palms, squeezing and pulling at the 
firmness of her quivering nipples until their tightness was almost painful. 
Her slowly rotating hips rubbed against the boy's trouser-like pajama pants. 
She had no desire whatsoever to pull away. Instead, she almost consciously 
urged Zip to press his penis all the more firmly against her wriggling 
buttocks, pushing the thick head of his youthful cock into the crevice 
between her softly quivering asscheeks. Her nightie bunched up tightly and 
teased her puckering anus as she felt perverted shivers of joy trammel 
through her quivering body. 

Little by little Helen was learning more and more about the animal pleasures 
of life as sex swelled from her inner depths and bathed her in its radiance. 
She gasped as the boy pulled her nightie from the crack between her 
asscheeks, then threw it over her head, and pulled it off her. 

She pushed back against the hand that filled itself with her breast, rolling 
her rounded bottom with perfect timing, matching the movement of the 
beautiful woman in the next room. She stared, transfixed at Joe's lips as he 
lifted them from between Maggie's wide-splayed thighs and kissed her belly. 
Nipping, biting, licking, the man's tongue worked slowly up Maggie's 
frenetically jerking body, making the woman squeal with a frustrated wanting 
each time he flicked the tip of his tongue at the exposed tips of her tight, 
tan nipples. 

Now Helen's eyes had a clear view of the long, rigid cock jutting from 
between Joe's loins, and the size of it almost made her cringe. It was 
unbelivablesomething that might have been sported by Kong. 

The blonde found herself fascinated by the length and thickness of it, aware 
that in all probability Zip would one day sport something equally long and 
thick. She choked back a moan of pleasure when she saw the rubbery head 
pause over Maggie's hot and waiting pussy. How in God's name was Maggie able 
to handle such a monster? For a moment the long reddened shaft hung 
precariously over the woman's throbbingly exposed vagina, then Joe moved 
forward, dragging his dangling testicles over his wife's belly. He slid 
easily over her glisteningly wet torso, stopping when his buttocks were 
hovering over her breasts. He sat, crushing the mammaries with his hairy 
asscheeks. Standing almost straight out from his groin, his thick, throbbing 
penis pointed itself at his wife's parted lips. He leaned back a little and 
reached behind him in order to push a finger into her sopping slit, watching 
with glee as Maggie jerked around, bucking against his driving finger. She 
was as much a slave to her husband as Helen had been to the boy, earlier. 
Maggie was enjoying it though, obviously feeling no guilt whatsoever, and 
Helen felt pangs because her own husband was such a clod and unable to 
decently make love. 

Helen watched Maggie squirming under Joe's knees, playing the exciting game 
of being her husband's slave. The woman was totally at Joe's mercy, and 
loving every little bit of it. A lascivious grin spread across Joe's face as 
he gripped his pulsing cock and rubbed its red tip against his wife's lips 
in tiny little circles. Abruptly her tongue darted out at the tantalizingly 
hard tip and she caught a droplet of colorless fluid oozing from the penile 
point. When her head fell back, a strand fell from her lips, looking like a 
gossamer extension from a spider's web. Maggie lifted her head and tried 
sucking at the tip of her husband's cock, but Joe managed to pull it out of 
reach. Each time she lifted her mouth, Joe managed to pull back. She 
grunted, straining to grab the tip of his penis between her lips, and Helen 
licked her own lips as if feeling what Maggie felt, empathizing with her, 
wanting to suck on it, too. 

Maggie gasped, and Helen gasped along with her as the brown-haired woman 
struggled with her husband for possession of the penis. Aching to know the 
glorious pleasures that drove Maggie to madness, her eager body wantonly 
accepted the thrilling fondling of Zip's hands as the boy played with her 
perspiring nakedness. Every fiber of her being shivered as one of his hands 
slid away from her breasts, moving down her flat front, running over her 
belly, moving so that his fingers dipped into her pubic hairs. He rubbed her 
hot, wet slit again and again, touching the tiny, tantalizing bud of the 
clitoris, sending Shockwave after Shockwave through her quivering body. The 
little bud enlarged and swelled, massively throbbing as the boy's swollen 
penis rested in the crack between her asscheeks. Helen was reminded of the 
way Andy had violently fucked her ass, and she hoped Zip didn't have that in 
mind. In time, that was something she would learn to accept too, but not 
now, not now. She undulated her cheeks, feeling the head of the seething 
cock poke against her pouting vaginal slit. His hand, in front, suddenly 
poked between her thighs, sinking a finger into the wanting depths of her 
aching vagina. A squeak of rapture purged itself from the depths of Helen's 
constricted throat. 

Zip began rocking forward very gently, then moved back again, and he 
discovered Helen responding as eagerly as he had expected. For him, it was 
an unexpected plus to be able to fuck this wonderful woman while actually 
watching his parents in action. He had to admit, his old man had some good 
moves, but he felt he was already better than his father in some respects. 

Helen rolled her buttocks around and around, and as a result felt the penile 
head pressing between her cuntlips while Zip's finger continued playing with 
her clitoris. She watched as Joe continued teasing his wife, and the sight 
of it all was that much more arousing. The pressure of the finger against 
her clitoris caused sparks to shoot through Helen, and she shut her eyes for 
a moment. 

Then she heard a choking, gurgling sound from the next room, and peering 
through the hole in the wall, she saw a sadistic, almost evil grin on Joe's 
face. He had grabbed his wife by her long brown hair and had viciously 
pulled her lovely face up while ramming the thick, turgid length of his 
shuddering cock all the way down her throat. Helen gasped aloud, wondering 
how it was possible for this poor woman to take such immenseness in her 
throat. Surely Maggie was going to choke. But Maggie began sucking hard, the 
sounds coming through quite clearly as the brown-haired woman slurped and 
sucked, voraciously pulling the length of cock all the way into her mouth 
and against her gullet. It seemed to be the one thing in the world for which 
Maggie was living. 

Joe had raised himself to his knees, yanking his wife's lovely face a little 
higher now, and with his other hand pushing fingers in and out of the 
succulent pinkness of her cunt almost brutally buffeting her while she 
continued sucking the thick length of his pounding cock. 

Helen stared, seeing how much more expert Maggie was than she at something 
like this. But then, the only time she had ever sucked a cock was when her 
husband had forced it down her throat after pushing it in and out of her 
ass. 

Maggie sucked and licked at the horrendous length of hard flesh, trying to 
get every last little bit of it into her expanding mouth. She was sucking on 
the in-stroke, her cheeks hollowing, and blowing on the out-stroke, her 
cheeks puffing out. Her eyes were blurred with animal passion, and this made 
the scene even more macabre. Helen had never thought it possible that any 
man was as well-hung as Joe Cerrone, and she had been just as certain that 
no woman would be able to ingest such a massive cock, and here was Maggie, 
proving her wrong, doing it with verve and gusto. Maggie was moaning with 
delight, and Helen realized that cocksucking was something women enjoyed as 
well as men enjoyed having it done. 

Zip was watching his mother, amazed at her abilities, and, as Helen had 
surmised, thinking of Helen as a mother-substitute, certain she, too, when 
the time came, would suck just as well. He was on fire, and he had to get 
his rocks off or explode. Nothing too imagine, this time. He would let 
friction do most of the work. 

Throbbing with pent-up passion, his cock slid from the soft resting place 
between Helen's thighs. Zip leaned forward and said, "Just lift your lovely 
heinie a little and I'll fuck your cunt from behind. You'll love it, Aunt 
Helen." 

Swaying gently with a soft, subtle rhythm, her full rounded buttocks rolling 
lightly from side to side, the cheeks trembling sensuously, she felt his 
hands grasp her buttocks as he kneeled on the floor behind her and pushed 
his face into her seething swamp from the rear. His tongue leaped out and 
began licking at her anus. 

"Haa aaaann nhhh!" she gasped aloud as the tantalizing tongue slurped 
between her asscheeks and her cuntlips, sending wave after wave of shocking 
delight through her lust-crazed body. Sex had become very important to Helen 
all of a sudden. It was a way of life to her, and now, at this age, she was 
discovering what she should have learned sixteen years earlier, what she 
would have learned sixteen years earlier had her husband not been such a 
dull clod when it came to the art of fucking. She slammed her upraised 
buttocks backward, and totally out of control, began screwing her asscheeks 
in tiny circles around the torturing tongue as it drove into her seething 
swamp, lapping at her tantalized asshole, as well. Flashes of heat and 
extreme cold blasted through the beautiful blonde woman, charging through 
her nerve-wracked body as she reveled in these wonderful sensations blazing 
through her. The only reality at this moment was the slurping tongue that 
lashed against her cunt and asshole. Now she knew why other women were 
always so crazy about sex, as she would be, from now on. 

Helen was sizzling, on fire with desire, and when the youth stopped his 
lapping at her rear-end and cunt a gush of frustrated relief passed through 
her hissing lips. She sensed the youth getting to his feet behind her, his 
tongue tickling its way up her shuddering spine, barely touching her skin as 
he pushed aside her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. 

The boy stood at his full height behind Helen and slowly pushed the 
throbbing head of his cock, a purple-helmeted knob, between her soft and 
tantalizing thighs, letting it run between her hair-covered labia, rubbing 
it against her defenseless vagina. 

She had ridden the pay pole before and it had been wonderful. Now he was 
going to stroke it into her. Now vaginal squeezing this time, no pressure 
from within, but simple friction, simple stroking, and she knew it would be 
no less wonderful than before. 

Spurred on by Helen's overwhelming desire to be fucked, the boy pushed 
forward. She automatically clenched her asscheeks and pulled forward, not 
wanting him to enter her too quickly, but the rigid phallus moved with her, 
and she knew the time had come for total impalement. Besides, she really 
didn't want to escape the mighty probe. She ached to have it buried in the 
seething center of her, and the time to feel it slide into her cunt 
was...now! 

The anxious Zip had his hands digging into her soft, widespread thighs, his 
fingers like pressuring weights, holding her clamped into position for the 
final thrust. 

"Do it!" she whispered low enough not to be heard in the next room. 

"No!" he gasped, panting into her ear. "You do it! Reach behind you and put 
it in!" 

"Come on, Zip," she gasped. If you feel about me as you claim you do, you 
won't torture me this way by making me wait. Push it into me! Hurry!" 

"I love you, Aunt Helen," he murmured. "But you have to show how much you 
love me, too. I know you rode the merry-go-round before, but this time I 
want to feel you putting it in with your hand. Come on, do it, now!" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed, thrilled with the pressure of his fingers on 
her thighs. 

Reaching between her legs, she felt the stem of the penis, and gripped it, 
guiding the head against her vibrant labia. It nudged between her sodden 
lips, parting them a bit wider, and then slowly the onion-shaped head began 
pushing into her ridged slot with its massive girth. Slowly, his cock 
stretched that most precious part of her body, the probing phallus forcing 
its way into the tight, narrowly restricting channel until the entire helmet 
was resting inside the damp hole. Knowing for sure she would die if he quit 
now, Helen waggled her buttocks, letting Zip know she wanted it all. She 
gasped as he powered forward, sinking the entire length of his throbbing 
cock into her elastic tunnel with a single powering burst that forced her 
clenching buttocks to loosen. It was in, right to the balls. 

"Haaaauuuuhhhhh!" she quietly gasped, the sound barely carrying to his ears. 

Helen felt as if her entire belly was aflame with raw lust. If she didn't 
come shortly, she was certain she would die. 

She struggled to move the mighty penis ravaging her vagina, aching to feel 
the pressure it generated. She was wonderfully impaled on his driving stake, 
and an eternity of delight was filling her trembling body. Fires of 
salaciousness burned out of control inside her, and she wondered if his cock 
would cut through her. and divide her into two equal parts. Her vaginal 
walls felt stretched as never before, perhaps because of the angle, but 
surely filling her with thrills she hadn't felt earlier in the day. Each new 
position brought with it a new thrill. 

Rolling her head from side to side, she panted, and to take her mind off her 
own sizzling enjoyment to possibly prolong it, she glued her eye back to the 
peephole, and saw Maggie with her mouth tightly wrapped around her husband's 
thickly thrusting cock. The long, stiff penis continually sawed in and out 
of Maggie's sucking mouth as the brown-haired woman clasped her lips tightly 
around the throbbing base. Her head bobbed back and forth as the full length 
of the cock ran down her throat and eased out again. Above her, her husband 
was panting heavily, thrilled with the pressure of his wife's lips on his 
pulsating organ. He fucked her mouth insanely, enjoying the sight of her as 
she sucked, her pulling mouth depravedly begging for more and more and more. 

Helen watched the other woman use both her hands to grip her husband's 
buttocks and pull his cock even more deeply down her gullet, jerking his 
groin frantically toward her, not letting him retreat as much. Rivers of 
saliva fell from the corners of her sucking mouth and drooled down her chin. 
The wonderful scene was a vision of total perversion and wanton 
depravity-wonderful wanton depravity. There was that joyful glaze in 
Maggie's eyes as she rammed her face against her husband's groin, seeking to 
fill her mouth with even more of the thrusting penis. 

Helen was aware now that Maggie loved what she was doing, really enjoying 
being fucked in the mouth, and it occurred to her that with someone like Zip 
she would be ready to try it, too. Her husband was useless as far as she was 
concerned, but Zip had a cock made for sucking. As she thought all this, she 
realized thrills were shooting though her impaled vagina. 

She felt the rhythmic rocking back and forth as the youth slowed his stroke 
but increased the length of his plunge, sinking a little deeper each time. 
Her sodden cunt felt as if its accordion walls were being smoothed out by 
the huge rubber-headed plunger that continued pistoning in and out. 
Electrifying ripples of passion welled up inside her, and she knew release 
was not too far away. Desire for it mounted as each thrust of the boy's 
driving phallus stretched her taut walls that much more. She sensed honest 
lust filling her, and she knew this youth, whom she had diapered more than 
once in his youth, was giving her more joy with each thrust than her husband 
had given her in fifteen years of marriage and a year of courtship. 

The more the boy fucked her, the more Helen felt that the only shame in her 
life was in allowing her husband to continually fuck her. She felt more and 
more pleasure, more and more delight, more and more sparkling wonder as she 
continued rolling her sensuous hips around and around, keeping time with the 
strong, hard cock fucking into her taut twat from the rear. 

"Ummmm!" she hummed, barely loud enough for the youth to hear her. "That's 
good, really good!" 

Standing behind her, the salacious youth continued making plans, his face 
contorted with desire and wanton delight as he continually fucked his 
driving cock deeper and deeper into her seething sump. Yes, he had her where 
he wanted her now, and soon he would broach the idea of keeping her happy 
when they returned home by allowing him to bring certain trusted friends who 
would also see to it that she enjoyed everything done to her. He knew she 
wouldn't refuse him. 

Zip held her hips captive, fucking into her with long, hard, driving 
strokes, and he felt more and more power simply because of the pleasure he 
was feeling. He had power over this adult woman, a woman whom he loved, but 
whom he would use to make some nice money. He would be able to do just about 
anything he wanted with her, by now. She would submit to his wants and needs 
without question, and this was what he had been striving for. Yes, he was 
fucking his Aunt 

Helen and loving every second of it. What made it more enjoyable was that he 
was fucking her in front of her husband, a husband who had stupidly drunk 
himself into a stupor, while at the same time watching his mother suck his 
father. Obviously Zip would never have a chance to fuck his mother. By the 
same token, he would see to it his father never had a chance to fuck Aunt 
Helen. 

His fingers dug almost mercilessly into the flesh of her white thighs and 
Helen winced with delightful pain, enjoying what he was doing to her, proud 
of him and his ability to make her come. Zip was no less proud of himself, 
but proud also in having been able to convince Aunt Helen to do this for 
him, too. He knew for a fact that until he had conned her into putting out 
for him, she had been faithful to Uncle Andy all her life. If she hadn't 
been, she wouldn't have been so afraid of sex. 

His hands continued pulling at the white-rounded moons of her buttocks, 
feeling them jiggle as they swayed from side to side. He spread the cheeks a 
little wider, watching the way her curlicued pink cuntlips sucked on the 
length of his throbbing cock as he continually pushed it in and out of her 
steaming vagina. 

Taking a deep breath, the boy thrust forward, and then thrust forward again, 
sinking his cock a little deeper, feeling her jellied cunt suck on his cock 
as never before. God! She was a tight one. Her vaginal resistance set him 
aflame with wanton desire as his penile head spread her tunnel a bit wider 
with each thrust. 

Hell! In a way he was definitely doing her a favor, bringing her a whole 
bunch of guys to fuck her. Aunt Helen was very much like his mother in that 
she was so overcome by the need for sex, eventually one or two orgasms 
wouldn't be enough for her, no matter how strong. He knew now that his 
mother needed at least four or five good climaxes before feeling totally 
satisfied. His father often had to use more than his cock or his fingers. He 
had to eat pussy like mad to keep Maggie happy. The boy had listened to them 
very often, putting a glass to the walls between their rooms to amplify the 
sound. 

Well Aunt Helen was going to be the same way, and soon. He would have to 
line up a whole group of good cocks in order to keep her happy. The best 
part of it was, he would also be keeping himself happy because each one of 
these guys would be more than willing to pay some good money to fuck Aunt 
Helen. Naturally, she need not know about the money he was making. It might 
ruin their relationship, and Zip felt that was too important. 

He plowed all the more deeply into the blonde woman, treasuring his 
relationship with her more and more. He rolled his own cock inside her, 
making it pressure each of her inner walls in turn. The head of his buried 
cock described arcs within her clasping pussy. Every wet inch of her 
internal channel was buttery soft and smooth, tightly clamping around the 
thrusting probe of his driving cock, enveloping it like a hot, wet glove, 
massaging its veined hardness with tingling electrifying strokes. 

Unaware of any further pain from having been stretched so wide, Helen mewled 
again and again, thrilled repeatedly by the way her young lover was 
stretching her cunt. Passion continued bubbling in her veins, and she became 
more and more aware of the desire inside her with every passing moment. She 
spread her slender thighs even wider now, pushing her resilient buttocks 
back as she kept her eye glued to the hall in order to watch the 
cock-sucking and cunt-probing taking place in the next room. Looking at 
Maggie and Joe was almost as arousing as being involved. In fact, watching 
them helped enhance what she was feeling that much more. 

She panted and gasped each time she felt the boy's bushy clump of pelvic 
hair rub against the softness of her tantalizing buttocks. It whisked 
against her flesh constantly, tickling her asshole in the process. God! It 
was so good! 

Still staring at the couple in the other room, she continued fondling her 
breasts, feeling her own nipples, rubbing them, making them enlarge even 
more as her breasts throbbed with desire. Gasping and moaning because of 
each delightful new stimulation, she cooed even more loudly when the rubbery 
head of his thrusting cock slammed solidly into her cuntal back wall. She no 
longer felt like a mousy little housewife, and oddly, she no longer feared 
what her husband would do to her. She was a woman in every sense of the 
word, enjoying sex as she ought to have been enjoying it years before. That 
she hadn't wasn't her fault, but rather it was Andy's fault, for if Andy had 
been more interested in making her come, she would have concentrated on 
making sex pleasurable for him. She knew she would never again feel pain 
when her husband fucked her because the merest touch would start the oils in 
her cunt bubbling, and as a result she would be able to handle her husband's 
"teeny wienie." She only hoped she would be able to feel some kind of 
pleasure before the man came. She realized she liked pleasure, and she liked 
being lustfully incited by the boy, being aroused to her fullest. Passion by 
itself was a worthy end, something worth aiming for, something she would 
achieve from now on. 

Looking through the hole in the wall, she saw Maggie was still vigorously 
sucking on Joe's cock. If Joe wasn't Maggie's husband, Helen would have made 
a play for him, but one didn't fuck around with one's best-friend's 
husband-not if one wanted to keep that best-friend. But there was nothing 
that would rob her of the awareness of the long, hard-driving shaft that 
powered into Maggie's mouth, and the cock in her own cunt seemed to drive in 
with the same rhythm as if the boy was aware of his father's tempo and was 
matching it. Soon, very soon, she, Helen, would be sucking a cock, and she 
hoped she would derive as much pleasure from doing so as Maggie was 
obviously having. Yes, that looked like it would be lots of fun, and she 
decided Zip should have the honor of being the one whose cock she sucked. 

Vaguely, Helen watched Joe jerk convulsively, silently, his balls slapping 
against Maggie's chin, and the blonde knew the man was coming in his wife's 
mouth. Not only that, but from the movements of Maggie's throat, it was 
obvious the brown-haired woman was swallowing it all. 

My God! Helen wondered. What did it feel like to have one's mouth filled 
with all that pungent sperm? What did it taste like? Maggie seemed to like 
it a lot, making Helen more curious than ever. 

Totally awed, the lovely blonde continued to watch as Joe yanked his madly 
spurting penis from his wife's hungry and anxious mouth, pulling it back 
just out of reach so that Maggie kept raising herself up in the hope of 
recapturing it. Her mouth remained wide open, and the blasts of seminal 
fluid unerringly went right down her throat. Helen saw the white juices 
spurting into Maggie's mouth almost faster than the brunette was able to 
swallow. She gulped rapidly, but 

Joe's sperm just kept right on coming, filling her throat. Then some drops 
missed and splattered against her cheeks, and soon there was a fine spray 
all over Maggie's face. 

Helen didn't know what to feel. Under normal circumstances she would have 
considered such behavior degrading, at the very least. Yet Maggie seemed to 
revel in it, as did Joe. It was obvious from the quantity that Joe was 
spurting that he not only hadn't had any action the night before, but that 
he was enjoying all this immensely. 

Some last few drops oozed from the tip of his wilting penis, and the 
brown-haired woman leaned forward, sucked the limp organ into her mouth, and 
began pulling on it as if the sperm were sustenance. 

"They're finished," she whispered to Zip, who was no longer watching, but 
rather was concentrating on what he was doing with Helen. 

Zip reached under Helen and grabbed her knees, and then he surprised her by 
starting to lift. Helen felt herself being tipped forward as he tugged her 
away from the wall. Her hands went down to the floor, and as she placed her 
palms flat on the floor, the boy lifted higher, and had her legs under his 
arms on either side of him, holding Helen as if she were a wheelbarrow, with 
his cock still buried to the limit inside her. 

Helen began walking on her hands around the room, listening to her husband's 
loud snores as Zip continued fucking into her cunt from behind. The boy kept 
pace with her, waggling from side to side as he walked, careful not to 
release his grip on her hips and slip out of her cunt. 

They finally found themselves on the far side of the second twin bed, her 
face below the top of the mattress. 

"Try and get onto the bed," Zip said to her. 

Helen wondered if she would be able to do it. She was certain if she tried 
she would lose that wonderful thickness buried in the depths of her seething 
cunt. But still, it would be fun to try. She had never really thought about 
trying to do anything while in the process of being fucked, and doing 
something meant that much more enjoyment to her. She was fast-learning the 
different things involved in sex. 

She raised one hand and pressed her arm into the mattress above her. 
Applying her weight to that arm, she lifted her other arm, slamming it on 
the mattress, as well. Little by little she lifted her trunk, making sure 
the youth kept his cock buried in her cunt the entire time. 

Then, just as she was almost set, she suddenly fell forward, losing her 
balance, and as a result the youth's penis was suddenly sucked right out of 
her. A cool rush of air charged through her wet pubic hairs and blasted into 
her pussy. The coolness made her shudder, and she had to admit it felt good, 
but by the same token she missed the pulsing length of cock, aching to feel 
it buried between her perspiring thighs. Yes, the boy had one helluva good 
cock, and she ached to have Zip shove it swiftly back into the wildly 
wanting confines of her tightly clasping vagina. 

"Haaaauuunnnnnnggghhh!" she gasped, as the boy rolled her over onto her 
back, squeezing both white moons of her quivering buttocks in his two hands 
as he hoisted her hair-surrounded, baby-soft pussy off the mattress toward 
the straining purple tip of his throbbing cock. Helen moaned softly, 
wiggling with rapture as she felt the pulsating head slide evenly and 
smoothly into the seething corridor within her, once more filling her 
channel with his hot, hard flesh that had brought her to such lust-filled 
heights of deliciously wanton depravity only moments before. 

Helen raised her legs and locked her trembling loins tightly around the 
handsome young boy's hips, imprisoning his solid instrument in the depths of 
her belly, never again wanting to release it. She had read somewhere that in 
Dante's Inferno, people guilty of adultery spent eternity chained together 
in the copulative position, and she decided that would be a marvelous way to 
spend eternity. 

As the youth thrust forward and withdrew, then slammed his powering poker 
forward once more, she began clenching her smooth, ruffled walls around the 
powering pylon, gripping it like a soaking-wet fist, massaging his cock like 
a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, 
ecstatically thrilled as one electric shock of lust followed another through 
her seething center, flashing through all her nerve-endings. Her head lolled 
from side to side in a silent sort of reverie, sucking all the passion and 
exciting sensation she was able to from this wickedly wonderful, adulterous 
feeling. 

She was alone in the new world of sex, and for the moment her husband, her 
friends, her own son no longer existed. All that mattered was the youth who 
was fucking her. He rammed into her repeatedly, and she felt his balls 
slapping rhythmically against her bucking buttocks as earth-shaking tremors 
of lust continued rampantly charging through her shuddering loins. 

"Yesssss...yessss...yesssss.. . . " she hissed. "Fuck me harder, you 
bastard...fuck me harderrrrr...fuck me...fuck meee...fuck meeeee. . . . " 
she gasped out, no longer in control of herself as she jerked and bucked 
spastically, aware of the throes of orgasm mounting ever higher in her 
teeming depths. Her stomach muscles felt strained to the limit, unused to so 
much exercise. Her frenzied mind and body were thrashing wildly, wild like 
an untamed sea in a typhoon as she continued begging for more and more 
pleasure and the final moment of supreme and complete orgasm. 

"Keep it down in there!" she heard Joe Cerrone's voice call out from the 
next room, and she realized that without the picture in place, her voice had 
traveled through the holes in the wall and Joe and Maggie had heard her. 

But it was too late to stem the tide of orgasm that overwhelmed her, and she 
jammed a pillow into her mouth, gagging, "GGG GGHHHH UUUUUU UUU-UUR RRRGGG 
GGHHHH AAAAAP HHHWWW WAAAAU UUUGGG GPHHHW WWAAAA HHHH!" as Zip silently 
fired his load into her, the two writhing and twisting insanely against one 
another. She fell asleep after that. 



CHAPTER TEN 

When Helen awoke the following morning, she realized Zip had covered her, 
then had hung the picture back in place, and had left. Andy was still 
unconscious in the next bed. 

She got up and went to the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower, and when she 
emerged, wearing her bathrobe, she saw her husband sitting at the breakfast 
table with Joe Cerrone, and the two of them were laughing. 

"Hey, man," Joe was teasing. "I don't know what got hold of you last night, 
but you really gave it to her good, and she was sighing and gasping and 
begging for more. Jeez, man, you really know how to give it to her." 

Helen blushed as she heard her husband reply, "I don't remember a damn 
thing, I swear it." 

"Well, you can believe me when I tell you, Maggie and me, we heard you clear 
as a bell," Joe insisted. "Hey man, you gotta learn to do it quietly, like 
Maggie and me." 

"So invite me in to watch some day," Andy teased. 

"Yeah, sure," Joe laughed. "Just be careful. I mean, me and Maggie, we 
understand. But Zip is young and impressionable. We don't want him hearing 
this. He might think you're beatin' her." 

"Sheesh! I sure wish I was able to remember," Andy shrugged. 

Helen went to the bedroom and quickly dressed in a yellow halter and shorts. 
By the time she was finished, Andy walked in. 

"Hey," he said. "Joe tells me you and me, we had a time of it, last night. 
He says you actually liked it. Izzat true?" 

"Yes," she nodded. "I liked it, last night." 

"Well, whyna hell don'tcha like it all other times?" 

"Well, why in the hell don't you give me a warm-up period the way I had one 
last night?" she asked, careful to omit the fact that he wasn't the one who 
had given it to her. 

"You mean you like being fondled like some kinda whore?" Andy asked. 

"All women like being fondled," Helen replied. "Just because we like it, 
doesn't make us whores. We have feelings, too." 

"I gotta admit, I never thought about it that way," he shrugged. "I alius 
figured you was just naturally frigid, like my ma. I guess I gotta get drunk 
a little more often." 

"If that's what it takes to make you treat me right," she replied. 

"I was a little rough on you that other time," he admitted. "Look, mebbee we 
can work something out in the future. If I can getcha to like sex, well, 
mebbee we can do it more often." 

"Maybe," Helen shrugged. 

"But ya' did like it last night, huh?" 

"Yes, I liked it last night." 

"Just goes to show, I must be doin' somethin' right." 

"Last night, you did everything just right," she nodded, referring to his 
having fallen into such a drunken stupor that he had been unable to wake up 
when Zip had given her the most wonderful fucking of her entire life. 

"Like to try again tonight, when I have a li'l less booze in me?" he asked. 

"Sure, why not!" she replied, her heart hammering, afraid he would revert to 
being his animalistic self. 

"You just kinda point out all the things we did last night," he told her, 
"and we'll try and make it good for both of us." 

"Okay!" 



CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The rest of the vacation went too fast for Helen. To begin with, Andy 
actually began making her feel good at night when he fucked her. He wouldn't 
go down on her, but he did take his time and finger her cunt until she was 
nice and wet. Then he fucked her, and because she was so wet, he took long 
enough to come so that she had her own orgasm. He took to fucking her every 
night, and she came every night, but it was always the same, 
flat-on-her-back routine without variation. But at least he was showing her 
some consideration. 

During the day, Helen occasionally went shopping with Maggie, but for the 
most part she relaxed around the cabin while Joe and her husband went into 
town, or went fishing, or boating, or even hiking. As a result, Zip somehow 
or other managed to fill most of her late mornings and early afternoons. Zip 
made up for her husband's routineness. The boy always found some interesting 
new position or some different way for the two of them to make love. But he 
still hadn't asked her to go down on him. 

Oddly enough, the next time Helen sucked a cock, it wasn't Zip's, nor was it 
Andy's. Though she would never openly admit it to anyone, it was a rape she 
thoroughly enjoyed. 

It was the late afternoon of their last day at the cabin, and Andy had taken 
Zip to a small auto supply store in town, because Zip was interested in 
learning about cars, and Andy wanted to show him the differences between the 
various auto parts belonging to different makes of cars. Maggie, as usual, 
was at one of the local curio shops, and Helen, missing her afternoon with 
Zip, felt all alone. Besides, her period was due shortly. 

She decided to take a quick shower with everyone gone from the cabin. It 
wasn't often that anyone had a chance to have the bathroom to themselves. 

Undressing, she carried her robe as she nakedly walked into the bathroom and 
turned on the shower. She was unaware that Joe Cerrone had been walking into 
the cabin as she had entered the bathroom, and he had seen her naked form 
just before she had closed the bathroom door. 

There was no lock on the bathroom door, but it had been deemed unnecessary 
because when no one was in the bathroom, the door was left open. When the 
bathroom door was closed, it was automatically assumed someone was in there. 
So Helen never thought twice as she stepped into the shower and pulled the 
almost-transparent shower curtain shut. Therefore, she was unaware that Joe 
Cerrone had quietly stepped into the bathroom behind her, and he had seated 
himself on the closed commode and watched her figure through the shower 
curtain. 

Helen was on fire. Her period would be there before the end of the day, and 
she knew Zip would be unable to do anything for her. So she began playing 
with herself, rubbing her clitoris with one hand while soaping herself with 
the other hand. After she had soaped herself, she stood under the hot water 
and fingered her anus with her other hand while continuing to play with her 
pussy. 

Joe watched, amused, deciding Helen was obviously totally different from the 
way he had imagined her. He had always thought of her as cold, almost 
frosty, indifferent to sex. But after that night when he had heard her in 
the throes of orgasm, he knew better. Now, just watching her had turned on 
the pilot light of his sex drive, and he felt his thick cock growing in his 
pants, pushing frantically as if hoping to get a glimpse of Helen, too. 

Through the curtain he was able to see her bending just the littlest bit 
now, her knees spread wide apart as she held onto the faucet for support. 
She began rubbing her aroused clitoris faster and faster. It made Joe wonder 
what Helen was thinking about. Was she thinking about Andy, or was she 
possibly imagining herself with some dream lover. Maybe she was even 
thinking about him. It wasn't that impossible. After all, he knew he was a 
good-looking guy, attractive to women, and if other women found him 
attractive, there was no reason for Helen not to. Maybe the fact that they 
were such close neighbors, and Maggie was her best friend had prevented 
Helen from letting Joe know how she felt about him. But as far as Joe was 
concerned, there was nothing wrong with screwing his wife's best friend. 
Hell! What were best friends for? 

Water continued to rain heavily against Helen's tiny, slender body. The 
blonde bent, a bit wobbly on her feet as she continued stroking the swollen 
lips of her tantalizing vagina more and more rapidly, her mind aflame with 
the imagined tongue of Zip Cerrone burrowing between her white thighs. She 
saw his eyes glazed with lascivious desire while his working mouth continued 
sucking and slurping as it pressed against her vaginal opening. By now, she 
knew only too well how wonderful it was to have the boy suck her. But how 
would it feel for her to suck him? She knew he had been careful not to try 
and convince her to do something like that, but at the same time she was 
certain he was dying to feel her mouth on his cock. She would have to be the 
one to suggest it, first. She was totally overwhelmed by her own 
self-induced passion. Too bad she was unable to feel this way when she was 
with her own husband. But Andy had too many hang-ups. He had apologized 
countless times for sodomizing her, as well as raping her mouth. Ever since 
discovering she was capable of coming, he had been much better to her, yet 
he had his limits. 

Her salacious masturbation was becoming more and more furious, and Joe 
Cerrone came to a conclusion. He knew if he wanted her, he would have to 
take her now. Otherwise she would scream her head off if he walked in on her 
after she had come. Then she might go and tell Maggie and Andy. The time to 
get in there, was now. So he quickly stripped off his shorts, his tee shirt 
and his undershorts and sandals. His cock was immense, hard, erect, and 
free-swinging, as were the dangling balls beneath. He didn't have any more 
time to waste. 

Walking over to the shower, he gripped the curtain and tugged it to the 
side. 

"Hi there," he said, smiling at Helen as he jumped into the tub and pulled 
the shower curtain closed behind him. 

"What?? ? " Helen gasped, all she was capable of saying as she realized he 
had caught her masturbating. He stood there, his huge cock throbbing, the 
head enlarging and retreating, jerking up and down while she remained half 
bent-over with the washrag between her cuntlips, the scent of sex emanaging 
strongly from within her. He had obviously seen her masturbating, and she 
felt guilt wash over her because it was his son she'd had in mind when she 
had done it. Her emotions were caught between embarrassment, fear, and 
anger, not knowing which was the most appropriate. 

"I needed a shower," Joe smilingly said to her. "I heard the water running, 
and I figured, what the hell! Let's conserve a little and take a shower 
together." 

"J-Joe, you get out of here," Helen insisted, finally finding her voice. Her 
teeth sank into her lower lip as she found herself unable to take her eyes 
from the man's penis as it wickedly swayed from side to side. 

God! This close she had an opportunity to see how immense a column it really 
was. It looked like something that might have held up an ancient temple. Not 
only was it so much longer and thicker than her own husband's, but it was 
definitely larger than Zip's, and Zip had one huge penis compared to Andy. 
At the moment it was swaying back and forth like an Indian fakir's basketed 
cobra, beckoning her closer, as if challenging her to touch it. The thick, 
engorged, bloated head was almost a deep red, and the tiny vertical slit in 
the end was oozing more than one drop of clear oil. It was almost as if a 
drop was coming out with each perceptible pulsing that rippled through the 
overpowering phallus. Every nerve in her body told her to scream for help, 
but she knew there was no one around to hear her. But worse, looking at Joe, 
she was feeling herself-already helplessly aroused-suddenly even more 
aroused, and every tingling fiber of her being told her to stay, to reach 
out and touch that massive, lascivious demon standing out from under the 
thick bush of brown pubic hair. 

Her washcloth fell from nerveless fingers, falling to the bottom of the 
bathtub, making a loud plop as Joe's hands reached out and moved quickly, 
expertly, tantalizingly up her arms and over the smooth soapiness of her 
breasts. His fingers gently grasped her tea-rose-colored nipples to test 
their sponginess, and Helen gasped aloud. He shouldn't do that! He mustn't 
do that! Oh, but the fingers felt so wonderful. Maybe he really wasn't 
there, maybe he was just something she had imagined. But why should she want 
to dream about Joe Cerrone? No, he was real all right. 

"P-please, Joe!" she whispered, her voice echoing around the tiled bathroom. 

She was becoming more and more afraid, but as she did, he came closer and 
closer until his arms began embracing her and the pulsing head of his 
throbbing cock stood straight up between their tightly pressed-together 
bellies. His lips crushed themselves firmly against her open mouth, and his 
tongue sought hers in the wet cave, sending more vibrant shivers traveling 
through Helen's body. Their tongues met and licked and lapped as each dueled 
for supremacy. Helen realized Zip had taught her well. She was no longer the 
helpless amateur who knew nothing. 

Still, if Andy or Maggie should walk in...but oh, God! She didn't have any 
control whatsoever over her helpless body. She felt the cock throbbing 
against her belly, signaling to her its message of need. She was unable to 
control the mewl of sudden delight that slipped from her lips the moment one 
of his hands ran down her back and into the soapy crevice between her 
buttocks. His fingers rubbing her anus felt better than her own fingers 
would ever feel. If he wasn't quite as sensuous as Zip, he was certainly 
more experienced, and the tips of his fingers, plucking ever so gently at 
her puckered anal ring, excited her more than anything she had been able to 
do to herself. 

"Ummmmmmmm!" she helplessly moaned over and over again as his other hand 
glided down through the suds on her belly and moved into the sweet dell 
between her thighs, finding and massaging her swollen clitoris. Oh, God! She 
needed this! She needed it badly. She had been aching to be fucked by Zip, 
and this heat surging through her had made her respond even more strongly to 
what Joe was doing. God! It was good! He was making her body respond as she 
would have responded to Zip, yet this wasn't Zip. In fact, he was so totally 
different in the way he handled her, she was certain Zip must have been 
sired by someone else, because the difference between father and son was the 
difference between night and day. 

Joe turned off the shower, and the roaring in Helen's ears stopped. The room 
was suddenly, breathlessly silent. All that was audible was the heavy 
breathing. Her body had total control of her now, and she was unable to 
resist the wants and needs that had control of her. Her lust fed ravenously 
on his every sensuous touch, and she was even aroused by the fact that his 
hirsute body was pressed to hers, the bristly arms and legs causing a 
tingling through her skin that was felt in the delta between her thighs. 

Totally under Joe's control, thoroughly dominated by the devastating 
guidance of her physical desires, Helen allowed the man to slowly move her 
around as he tugged back the shower curtain and sat on the edge of the 
bathtub. All the while he kissed her, first her mouth, then her throat, then 
her breasts, and then her belly. His tongue was making all kinds of circles 
in her button-like navel, causing her entire body to vibrate, and then he 
slitehered even lower to the glisteningly wet pubic hairs covering her 
tantalizing mount of Venus. He kissed her clitoris a few times, and suddenly 
Helen screamed, "AAAAA IIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAGGGGHHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG 
HHHHH UUUUUGGGGG HHHHH!" as she spasmed and came. It was a stronger orgasm 
than anything her husband had been able to give her, and yet it wasn't 
enough. 

"No more, no more, no more!" she whimpered, temporarily ultra-sensitive, 
unable to take more. Soon though, she would be ready. 

His hands were tugging at her waist, little by little making her sink lower 
until she was kneeling in the tub. His fingers ran erotic patterns of 
sensation over her full and quivering breasts, causing both ripe mammaries 
to tremble even more. Then, abruptly, without warning, he tugged her head 
down with his fingers twining themselves in her long, wet, blonde hair until 
her lips were within an inch of his thickly pulsing penis. 

"Come on, Helen," Joe said to her, urging her softly, his dark eyes all but 
commanding her to do his bidding. "Suck it for me, honey! Show me how good 
you are with your mouth!" 

"No! Oh, God, no!" she gasped, terror filling her as her imagination once 
again went to work, her body roused not only by her inner passions, but by 
remembrances of Maggie sucking on this same cock. This wasn't the piddling 
pidookie sported by her husband. This was a cock! If Maggie had been able to 
take all of it, there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to handle it. 

As if she were once again under the influence of scotch, or perhaps drugged, 
Helen slowly lowered her head while Joe's hands forcefully guided her, 
pointing her mouth correctly until the tip of his red-flanged cock touched 
her lips. 

No! She didn't want to do this! She didn't want to suck Joe Cerrone's cock! 
Still, somehow she was being forced into it, and rather than being repelled 
by the thought as she had been with her own husband, she felt the juices in 
her cunt start bubbling again. He was making her perform an obscene 
fellatio. It was rape! It had to be. She would never do something like this 
of her own free will. Yes! Yes! She was being raped! This being the case, if 
she did it, no matter how much she liked it, she wouldn't really be to 
blame. She told herself again and again this had to be some kind of 
viciously evil plot, but her mind went totally blank as her tantalizing lips 
suddenly folded themselves around the thick, pulsating head and she tasted 
the pungency of his slippery penile oils. Her lips automatically compressed 
around the meaty head. 

"Huuuu aaaa nnnnn hhhhhh!" Joe groaned, feeling ecstatic thrills shoot 
tinglingly through the head of his cock as her tongue slowly, now 
voluntarily wrapped itself around the ultra-sensitive glans as she allowed 
more and more of her mouth to cover the massive penis. Oh, God! It felt so 
good! So wonderful! What was more, thick as this organ was, she found 
herself sucking it more easily than when her husband had forced his cock 
into her mouth. 

As far as Joe was concerned, Helen had a natural cocking mouth. She was one 
helluva fellatrice. He moaned repeatedly as he remained barely seated on the 
edge of the bathtub, and all the while Helen continued her sucking. She was 
no longer conscious of what she was doing, save that her body had the urge 
to continue doing it. She stared at his groin as her mouth moved up and down 
on the throbbing pole, watching the hairy pelvis move toward her, then away, 
toward her, then away. All the while she felt the smooth, spongy head 
rubbing lasciviously against her palate, trying to push into the back of her 
throat. God! This cock was so much longer than Andy's. When her mouth went 
down far enough so that the head of Joe's penis was where Andy's was just 
able to reach, Joe still had more than three inches unsucked. She felt 
somehow that she was wrong in not taking in those last inches. Somehow, in 
some way, she had to suck on all of it. This entire scene was licentious, 
yet it had become so exciting to her, she had slipped one of her hands 
beneath her, pushing a finger between her own cuntlips, rubbing her own 
clitoris. She was aware of her vaginal hole throbbing uncontrollably. 

Sucking hungrily at the phallus in her mouth, she continued rubbing a finger 
against her own mini-penis, letting the tip of said finger reach into her 
feminine trench. She timed everything so that she sucked the cock into her 
mouth as her finger sank into her cunt, and this made it seem as if the 
thick cock she sucked on was also pushing into her cunt. More than that, the 
head of his cock was now cramming itself into her gullet, and though she was 
choking and coughing, the penile point was touching a network of nerve 
endings in her esophagus that was bringing her to the peak of yet another 
orgasm. Hard as it was to believe, sucking on this cock was going to make 
Helen come. All the while, her finger aided and abetted the feeling by 
driving in and out of her seething channel. 

She was going to come again...yes...yes...she felt it, and then, "GGGGGG 
HHHH LLLL UUUUU RRRRR GGGGGG HHHH AAAAAA CCCCC HHHHH WWWWWW HHUUU RRRR 
GGGGGG WW-WWW UUUUUU PHHHHH MMMMM WWWWW LLLLL CCCCC HHHHH AAAAA WWWWW 
AAA-GGGHHHH!" 

There was a vague pulsing against her tongue as she felt the throbbing in 
his urethra, and she knew, he, too, was going to come. She felt the 
impending rush of semen through the tube until it spurted into her hollow 
throat, and she gulped, swallowing, aware that she not only didn't find this 
distasteful, but actually liked the flavor of it. In fact, the spurting 
sperm down her gullet intensified her own orgasm that much more, and this 
time she felt totally drained. 



CHAPTER TWELVE 

Helen knew Joe wouldn't touch her again unless she signaled him that she was 
willing. He had been overcome by the spur of the moment, intent on proving 
how macho he was, and having proved it, he would now leave Helen alone. This 
was just as well, because Helen didn't relish the idea of fucking for both, 
father and son. 

Her period came that evening, on schedule, and the following morning they 
all drove home, after cleaning and locking the cabin. When Andy learned she 
was in her time of the month, he didn't try forcing himself on her, though 
he admitted to her that he was starting to really like sex with her. She 
assured him she was beginning to like it with him, making him feel good. 

But Andy was not as good as Zip. No one was as good as Zip, not even his own 
father. By the time her period had ended, Helen was so desperately in need 
of the boy, she spent an entire afternoon with him in her home, all but 
draining him. He barely had enough strength to get back to his own home. 

The following day, when he stopped by, he told her, "Aunt Helen I love you, 
but I'm only human. I can't keep up with you anymore." 

"I need you, Zip," she insisted. 

"You need a cock," the boy nodded. "But no one cock is going to be able to 
gratify you." 

"What are you suggesting?" she asked. 

"Me?" he shrugged. "Not a thing. Hell! I don't know what to tell you right 
now, except that I just don't think I can keep getting up an erection day 
after day." 

He was right. She was becoming too demanding. The trouble was, Andy wouldn't 
do, either. She had worked on him last night, and he had been good for one 
shot before falling asleep. Well, hell! The poor man worked hard. 

As far as Helen was concerned, that was no excuse. She also worked hard at 
the small lunch restaurant. She was in by ten, out by two-thirty, and she 
worked very hard in between. Still, she had a driving need for sex that 
would not be tempered by work. 

She thought of talking to Joe Cerrone, but vetoed that. Sooner or later 
Maggie might find out if she and Joe did things, and Maggie's finding out 
would mean the end of their friendship. If she and Maggie were no longer 
friendly, Zip would be unable to come and visit her. Still, she needed cock. 
But to go out and brazenly pick up a man was not her style. For that matter, 
there was always the risk of some venereal disease. No, she had to find 
cock, but she had to find cock that was clean. 

The following day she discussed it with Zip. She told him, point-blank, "I 
need more than you're giving me, Zip. I love you, but what I feel has 
nothing to do with love. But I'm telling you this because I don't want you 
to think I'm sneaking behind your back." 

"I understand," he nodded. 

"I have to find some men who I can trust to keep their mouths shut," she 
insisted. 

"You won't find any grown man like that," the boy insisted. "Any guy you 
pick up is sure to brag about it, sooner or later." 

"So do schoolboys," she pointed out. 

"Not if they expect to get seconds," Zip told her. "Y'know, school is 
starting soon, and one of my courses is Agriculture. We're supposed to find 
some interesting vegetation or growth not around here and bring it into 
class. Twice a week you can take me and some other guy up to the cabin, 
supposedly to find wild flowers." 

"Yes," Helen nodded. "Yes, that sounds like a terrific idea. 



CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

It turned out to be an absolutely marvelous idea. The mountains were only an 
hour away by car, and Helen volunteered to drive certain students in the 
class up to the mountains, ostensibly to find flora they were unable to find 
locally. The class teacher, a Miss Kimball, was grateful to Helen for 
volunteering her time, and she agreed that she didn't expect Helen to give 
time to all the boys in class. So she allowed Helen to select those students 
whom she would take, four days a week, to the mountains. Helen already had a 
list of names from Zip, who had spoken to some of his friends ahead of time 
and convinced them to take Agriculture, as well. In addition, since the boys 
worked part-time, each of four boys would be able to go to the mountains 
only one day each week, though Zip would be along on all four trips to make 
certain everything turned out right for everyone. 

Because Zip's friends worked, they were able to slip him fifteen dollars 
apiece for finding them Helen, and the boy was still home in time to work 
his paper route, so he was earning more than a hundred dollars a week, all 
told. 

It was soon discovered that Zip and his four friends were the best students 
in the class. It was on a Thursday that he confided as much to Helen when he 
and his friend, Randy, reached the cabin with her. She had an old Valiant 
that her husband kept in perfect running condition. Old as it was, the body 
wasn't rusty, and the engine was perfectly tuned, so that it was in better 
shape than most cars. 

For about fifteen minutes, they walked around outside the cabin, gathering 
different floral specimens, and once they had enough, Randy, Zip, and Helen 
went inside. 

"You start stripping," Zip told his friend as he began taking Helen's 
clothes off. Still dressed himself, he had Helen lie down on the bed in the 
spare bedroom while Randy began undressing. He began to immediately stroke 
her white belly, stroking the fires of lust in the lovely blonde. Helen, who 
sincerely believed Zip was doing all this as a favor to her, sighed. 

She squirmed as the boy continued making expert love to her, for Zip had 
discovered himself getting more and more expert as time had passed. Equally 
important, he never seemed to tire of Aunt Helen as he did of the other 
girls, Rhonda included. Aunt Helen always seemed like someone new and fresh 
to him. 

Deep, thrilling electric shocks of delight coursed through the stunning 
blonde. She felt tingles sizzle in her like frayed wiring. Groans of 
pleasure came to her lips, and she immediately gasped them out. When Zip's 
hand moved to her right breast, cupping it, she sighed. 

"We're going to make it even better this time than the last, Aunt Helen," 
the boy told her. 

Helen lay immobile beneath the loving boy's teasing fingers. She had been 
apprehensive when all this had started, but as the weeks had passed, she had 
discovered, to her delight, that the four boys Zip had selected to help keep 
her sexually content, did know how to keep their mouths shut. Delicious 
prickling sensations continued tormenting her entire inner being. Her fleshy 
buttocks began grinding desperately into the mattress in an attempt to fan 
the flame all the more brightly inside her. Desire filled her nakedness as 
indescribable sensation continued to make a tour of her interior, filling 
her with constant delight. 

Zip grinned and continued to play his "aunt's" body like a finely tuned 
instrument. The palms of his hands lay flat against the softness of her 
tantalizing inner thighs, and he slowly but surely pried them apart, 
exposing the rich pink bulls eye between them. Then he moved his hands 
upward, caressing the fleshy, pouting lips while running his fingers through 
the sparse blonde curls that surrounded the coral center. His thumbs pressed 
into the tantalizingly fleshy lips and pulled them outward. The beautiful 
Helen lay there with bated breath, fighting the temptation to surrender 
easily, wanting to make both boys work to possess her. 

But her inward struggles were minor, and both boys knew she wanted all this 
as much as they. Weakened by constant fucking, in need of even more, the 
stunning blonde sighed, then groaned, letting them know they were getting to 
her. Sheets of raw flame flashed over her shuddering flesh as cool air from 
a partially opened window rushed over the rising bud of her exposed 
clitoris. Thrills seared their way into her flatly quivering belly and 
static seemed to burst from the tips of her nipples, making her full breasts 
throb with delighted anticipation. Her muscles, tensed at the start of 
something like this at all times, now began relaxing. Her eyes fell on 
Randy, looking at how different he appeared from Zip. He had dark-blond 
hair, straight, long and shiny. His brown eyes weren't as large as Zip's, 
and he had a thin, curved nose, with a thin slash for a mouth, still it was 
a mouth that seemingly knew what to do since she had helped instruct him. He 
had a body not quite as slender as Zip's, but that was because he was 
slightly more muscular. The boy's would take turns on her, and then take her 
on together. Helen loved it when they took her on both at the same time. 

"Come on, Randy," Zip said. "You get first licks." 

Randy, who was now totally undressed, grinned and moved toward the bed as 
Zip stepped back. Helen trembled with excitement as she saw the boy's long, 
slender rod, slightly thicker than her husband's, jutting out from his 
pelvis. She was almost insane with the need to be fucked, and sexual desire 
coursed through her veins as she parted her slender legs wide, aiming her 
excitedly hair-drenched slash of cunt directly at the lasciviously smiling 
boy. 

Randy moved closer, the smile frozen on his face, his eyes staring into the 
tantalizing, seething swamp with which he had become familiar every Thursday 
since school had begun. He fell flat on the bed, his face between her 
tantalizing thighs of ivory, pushing them wider apart, inhaling the rich 
essence of her sex. He began sliding up, kissing her flat belly, his face 
hovering directly over her vaginal opening. His mouth started watering as 
his eyes looked hungrily down at it, rotating sensuously, expectantly, just 
below his mouth. Saliva dribbled from his lips, drooling down his chin, 
falling onto her cunt and mixing with the oils bubbling from within her. He 
stared at the way her pink crease started at the base of her belly and ran 
in a curved line down to her perineum. Below that perineum was the crack 
between her round white asscheeks. Between those asscheeks was the brown 
button of her anus. One day he would like to fuck that, as well. 

Through half-shut, expectant eyes, the beautiful blonde watched the handsome 
blond student whose face was poised between her pillarly alabaster thighs. 
She was aware of her passion mounting as she felt his soft palms pushing 
into her thighs, holding them that much wider apart. She felt as if she 
wanted to scream because he was keeping her in agony, waiting, prolonging 
what he was going to do. If he didn't do it by himself, she was ready to jam 
his face into her waiting vagina. She watched, holding her breath as the boy 
little by little moved his face lower, letting his mouth approach the furry 
mound resting below her belly. 

"Ghhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she cried out, her body jerking slightly as 
his hot, wet lips finally closed over the soft pink mound of her tantalizing 
sex. She saw the boy's dark-gold hair bobbing over her even more-golden 
fleece as he continued to plant wet, tickling kisses on her still-closed 
slash, his tongue flicking teasingly at the quivering opening. 

God! This was so unbelievably good. With her eyes closed she knew it was 
Randy doing this to her. Each boy, including Zip, had a style of his own, 
and blindfolded, she would have instantly been able to detect which one of 
the boys was using his mouth on her pussy. She felt as if she was about to 
lose her mind the feeling was so thrilling and arousing. 

Her hands moved down over her throbbing breasts, sliding over the flat 
smoothness of her belly, coming to rest on either side of her labia. Her 
long fingers stroked into the hollow of her slender thighs, then slowly she 
tugged; pulling her soft pink inner lips apart, opening her wet furrow and 
permitting Randy's hungering lips complete access to that inner self of 
hers. 

Her elbows were pressed tightly into her ribs, and her head rocked back and 
forth, bouncing on the pillow beneath. The boy's hot tongue shot out, its 
soft, flicking tip circling the quiveringly erect clitoris. The boy sucked, 
drawing the soft, warm folds of her hot vaginal cavern all the more deeply 
into his sucking mouth. Meanwhile, his tongue strained out, continuing its 
maddening licking against the hot pink clitoral extension. Through the haze 
of passion totally enveloping her, Helen was barely able to see the smile on 
Zip's handsome face as he grinned down at her, knowing how pleased she was 
with the way all this was turning out. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, 
and whirlpools of sensation went surging maddeningly through her, making her 
loins jerk out of control as she felt herself being built to greater and 
greater heights of lust. She groaned huskily, the sound coming from the 
depths of her throat as the hot, probing tongue worked its way up and down 
the length of the narrow slit that oozed oil, starting at the base of her 
belly, sliding down across the opening of her pink coral, across her 
perineum, into the crack between her buttocks, and then against her rectal 
pucker. He licked as assiduously against her asshole as he had against her 
cunt, having discovered how enjoyable it was, and how clean Helen always 
kept herself. Using the tip of his tongue, he dug into her asshole, probing 
more and more deeply. The feeling made Helen grind her hips that much more 
quickly, and the mattress bounced more rapidly as the box spring protested 
because of the violence. 

Zip watched delightedly as his friend continued licking and sucking hungrily 
between Helen's widespread thighs, her damp golden pubic hair shining with 
his saliva. The sight filled Zip with a sense of power. As long as he was 
careful and discreet, he would be able to control his Aunt Helen for a long, 
long time to come. A few months earlier, though he had dreamed about this 
happening, he had never dared hope in his wildest imaginings to become 
involved this way. The most important thing was that he was able to use her 
himself, almost at will. Next year, barring some strong demands on Helen's 
part, he didn't intend sharing her with his friends again. 

It was obvious from the way Helen was squirming that she loved everything 
happening to her. Her groans drove the boy between her thighs to work his 
tongue even faster, making it slosh up and down her heatedly steaming 
tunnel. Not one of the other females Zip had known got nearly as hot as Aunt 
Helen. She put just about everyone else to shame, with the possible 
exception of his mother. But the only time he had ever seen his mother "in 
action" had been that time when he was with Aunt Helen in her room. It was 
obvious his father was one happy man, so that spoke volumes for his mother. 
But his Uncle Andy was also relatively happy now, and when he had been 
unhappy it hadn't meant his Aunt Helen was any less of a woman. Still, Zip 
had to admit that all the changes that had come about in Uncle Andy had 
taken place since he had first fucked Aunt Helen. 

Zip chuckled obscenely as he saw his Aunt Helen's hands desperately clawing 
at Randy's dark-blond hair, pulling his face even more deeply into her 
palpitating pit of passion. Randy's tongue licked faster, and then, looking 
up at Zip, seeing how anxiously his friend appeared to be watching, he 
winked at the brown-haired boy and probed with his tongue into the 
soft-rimmed core of the woman beneath him. He teased the tip of his tongue 
all the way around the edges of her cunt, letting it slash inside, then 
snapping it out and flatly rubbing it on her clitoris, then withholding it 
for a moment before repeating the cycle. Her ragged vaginal edges quivered 
with anticipation, and when he held himself back a second longer, he was 
delighted to see her ass bounce as her cunt seemed to stare demandingly, 
wanting more. 

The teasing way Randy's tongue worked in Helen's cunt was becoming too much 
for the lovely blonde. She dug her fingers into his head and pressed his 
mouth firmly over the tight little hole of her cunt. His lips formed a 
rounded covering over the soft pinkness, and he thrust his tongue all the 
way inside, bringing a low, throaty cry from the blonde older woman. Her 
thighs convulsed tightly on either side of the youth's skull. 

Randy was aware of the slippery feeling of her mucous membranes as his 
tongue slid over them while the inner walls of her tantalizing vagina 
continually opened and closed, opened and closed, a complete sucking motion 
as if attempting to pull the youth deeper and deeper into the dark, pink, 
mysterious depths. Her vaginal opening had become a hair-rimmed mouth, and 
was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots as her legs clamped around 
him and her heels dug into the boy's back, pressing down on his young body 
until she had all but driven the breath from his lungs. His nose was mashed 
firmly against her outstanding clitoris, breathing in the sweet and 
tantalizing odor of juices stimulated by her lust as they flowed from within 
her. All the while, Randy's tongue continued licking on and on and on, 
moving back and forth across her perineum, from her tiny asshole to her only 
slightly larger vaginal monastery and back again, flicking with complete 
freedom. 

Helen felt her blood starting to boil as she totally surrendered herself to 
the intense ministrations of the handsome young boy. Her soft inner core was 
crying out for the total fulfillment she needed so often now, fulfillment, 
thanks to Zip, she received four times a week during the week, and at least 
once on weekends. 

Helen raised her desire-drenched loins to Randy, her only desire at this 
moment to obey his slightest sexual whim as she ground her pulsating 
widespread vagina against the handsome blond boy's face. She reveled to the 
depths of her soul all she was feeling, moving insanely as she felt lustful 
enchantment fill her. 

Every muscle in her body was suddenly tensed as she strained her rotating 
hips higher toward the maddening oral probe that continued licking between 
her legs. Each time seemed better than the previous time, especially when 
she compared Randy to Kenny, Frank, and Sam, Zip's other three friends. None 
of them was as good as Zip, but their being with her kept Zip from being 
drained. This was exquisite and delightful, filling her with rapturous 
thrills. 

Helen's continuing response seemed to incite the blond boy that much more as 
his tongue continued licking gluttonously at what felt like a flame-seared 
hole. Her up-drawn thighs spasmodically opened and closed around his 
tormenting head. Her lips bared back from her teeth and the cords in her 
neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength on Randy's hair. 

"Ooooo nnnn gggggg hhhhhh...aaaa nnnnn gggg hhhh...ggggg hhhh 
uuunnnggggghh-hhhhh . . . " she groaned, ecstatic as she felt herself on the 
threshold of orgasm. Desperate for release, one of many she hoped to have 
before leaving in the next hour, she shamelessly splayed her thighs that 
much wider apart as she continued wriggling and shuddering, faint mewls of 
overpowering passion rising from the depths of her throat in animalistic and 
wanton abandon. 

But at that moment Randy suddenly stopped his deep-driving tongue from its 
quest, and the beautiful woman's eyes opened as she felt herself frustrated. 
She saw Randy suddenly stand and pull away, and that was when she noticed 
Zip was already naked. God! She needed that long, thick cock of his. It 
seemed to have swelled even more in the past few weeks, almost a rival for 
his father's, now. Her pussy was blazing with passion, and all that mattered 
was the need for a soothing cock to be buried inside it. If she didn't get 
it, she would go out of her mind. 

Her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her slender ankles caught her best 
friend's son around his hips. The young boy moved forward between her 
slenderly tantalizing thighs. But Zip had no intention of being rushed into 
anything, knowing the longer he delayed, the stronger Helen's orgasm would 
be. The stronger each orgasm, the less she would need. His cock had been 
incited to a stiffness he was barely able to control, but he would control 
it, and give his Aunt Helen another fucking of her life. When it came to 
fucking, he always got firsts with Aunt Helen, letting his buddy for the day 
follow. He grinned with satisfaction as he watched her below him, her body 
drugged with lust and writhing hungrily on the bed. 

Helen's eyes were glazed with uncontrollable lust. Her body was caught up in 
a vortex of raw, naked desire, stronger each time than the time before. She 
wanted to feel that cock! She ached for that beautiful sensation of this 
wonderful boy fucking her. Only when her belly was filled with great pools 
of sperm would she feel sated. She thrust her tightly clenched buttocks 
toward his thick, hard prick in order to spur the youth on. 

Zip watched her movement, his eyes bulging at the spectacle, knowing he had 
created all this want. She was mad with desire, and it was all his fault. 
God! He was as much on fire as she. 

With a low groan, he grabbed her flailing legs beneath the knees and shoved 
them roughly back over her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body at 
the same time. His gleaming, rock-solid cock brushed tantalizingly against 
the wet mat of her pubic hair as he planted his hands in the mattress on 
either side of Helen's shoulders. She twined her ankles tightly around his 
neck. 

Zip stared down between them and saw the expanded narrow slash visibly 
pulsing, the labia slightly apart, held that way because of the pressure he 
was applying to her inner thighs. She strained upward, anxious to feel his 
pole pressed into her, but he purposely held back for one more moment. 

Helen was gasping, feeling the weight of the penile length as it lay against 
her vaginal slash, lurching spasmodically so that the head beat against her 
vaginal lips again and again. She twisted her hips in the hope of her cuntal 
hole managing to grip the penis, doing her best to capture the elusive 
length of it and suck it into the hot confines of her steamy trench. 

The delightful pressure of Zip's belly slowly coming down and resting on 
hers sent new and wonderful devils dancing madly through the pink edges of 
the beautiful woman's seething pussy as the boy managed to keep the head of 
his cock from being ensnared. At last, Helen was totally out of control, and 
jerking her cunt higher, she grabbed his buttocks and yanked him down by 
digging her nails into his asscheeks. The thick, blood-bloated tip drove 
directly into her pulsating vagina, his weight pressing down on her and 
crushing her to the mattress. Her face contorted with shock as the heavy, 
rock-hard pillar buried itself all the way to the hilt inside, and she felt 
his balls slapping against the rounded cheeks of her ass. The violent 
impalement had been sudden and almost brutal, the way Andy used to do it to 
her, but her cunt had been ready for it, soaking and anxious to feel the 
throbbing staff, and she managed to fight back whimpers that rose to her 
lips. She wanted this penis; she needed it desperately, anxiously, and she 
didn't care how violently he took her as long as he brought her the 
fulfillment her body craved more with every passing day. 

Zip held still above the groaning beautiful blonde, savoring the spectacle 
of this woman he loved totally skewered on the full length of his 
lust-stiffened organ, the thick rod of meat buried in the deepest part of 
her tightly contracting little belly. At times like this, Zip wished Uncle 
Andy would be there so he'd be able to show the man the right way to fuck 
his wife. Also, he wished his father was there to see this beautiful blonde 
spread-eagled under him. Zip knew his father fucked around, but knowing Aunt 
Helen as he did, he was certain his father had not dipped his cock into this 
cunt. Had he known his father had been blown by her once, he would have felt 
a sense of disappointment, but afterward would have realized that Helen had 
done it only because of the intense need for sex that he, Zip, had built in 
her. 

Helen writhed impatiently beneath the young boy as the pressure of his 
blunt-tipped instrument filled her with even greater passion and an even 
greater need to be forcibly fucked. She was hot, hotter than ever, hotter 
than she had been before, but not as hot as she would be next time, which, 
in turn, would not be as hot as the time succeeding. She wanted to be fucked 
until she screamed for mercy. Her loins quivered strongly about the young 
boy's throbbing cock as her ankles tightened around his neck. She flexed her 
crotch muscles as he had taught her, crushing his cock, letting him know 
that if he didn't start stroking soon, thanks to him, as long as he kept his 
cock inside her, she would be able to make herself come. The stiff penis 
seemed to burrow more and more deeply into her greedily demanding 
passageway, but the youth remained unmoving. The walls of her cock-hungry 
cunt rippled around the buried pylon of flesh, gently massaging its fleshy 
ridges as he had taught her, clamping and releasing rhythmically and 
intensifying the feeling inside her own body. She pressed forward, aching to 
feel the rubbery hardness push right through her back wall. Fortunately, 
though the tip barely touched her back wall, it would never grow long enough 
to damage her in there. The rich, pungent odor of her own animal desire 
wafted up to her nostrils, mingling in a strange marriage with the 
definitely strong sensation caused by the pulsations of the cock as he 
continued flexing it inside her. Everything seemed to roll together in a 
great big fiery ball inside her, and she hungered for more. Her vagina was 
contracting even more powerfully now, applying such pressure he felt she 
might flatten his cock as wanton and lascivious thoughts continued dancing 
through her quivering mind. 

"Now!" she gasped at the youth. "Now, damn you! Do it now! Fuck me! Fuck me 
hard! Fuck me with all your strength, or I swear I'll keep you locked inside 
me all night." 

Now she was at the peak of her desire. This was the moment for which Zip had 
waited. He hovered motionless over the woman's prostrate form until he was 
certain she would have maximum feeling. Then he flexed his cock one more 
time, expanding it even more inside her. 

"Ghhhh uuuuu nnnnn gggg hhhhh!" she whimpered breathlessly as rapture began 
building with more and more intensity in her body. 

Her mouth was hanging limply open, and her eyes were tightly shut. She 
fought hard to draw sensation from every little thing he did while inside 
her. 

"Ghhhuuunnnggghhh...yessssssss.. . " she hissed as he continued flexing more 
and more powerfully, setting a slow, measured rhythm to his throbs. He 
watched her nostrils flare and felt her answering throbs around his rampant 
cock. Soft, mewling sounds of pleasure came from her wide-open mouth, 
keeping time with his teasing. 

The youth felt his aunt's cunt contracting around his cock. He had taught 
her too well. She was using her abilities to make herself come while 
stimulus to his cock was held to a minimum. 

The boy began moving, but slowly. He continued slow, rhythmic pulsing 
plunges as her animal sounds of passion continued filling the cabin room. 
Her hair was pinned up and he had a clear view of her lovely face as she 
panted while humping her asscheeks higher and higher. He was going to fuck 
her silly, and enjoyed the nibbling feel of her walls as they sucked around 
his pulsing cock, screwing more and more tightly against his hair-covered 
pelvis in an effort to suck more of his throbbing cock inside, as if such a 
thing were possible. 

Helen's body was ablaze with passion. She cried out knowing her satiety was 
coming as she sank her nails into the boy's buttocks in an effort to make 
him speed up. But Zip remained as he was, using the same thrusting speed as 
his hard cock sank more and more deeply into her aching vagina. 

She was feeling. Yes, she was feeling everything, herself turned to feeling 
and sensation as the boy's cock began sliding with greater strokes, filling 
her hair-lined slit with its hardness. The soft, leathery sac of his 
dangling balls, covered as it was with a light fuzz smacked against the 
sensitive ring of her anus as well as her perineum. But he did nothing while 
she lay still, taking time to rest. He moved only when she moved. 

Helen was beginning to wonder if Zip was turning into some kind of sadist. 
God! No other cock in the world would ever take his place, but he was 
torturing her with it, and it wasn't fair. She wanted that fireman's pole 
moving and she began bucking insanely up in order to make him 
counter-thrust, which he did. Her own movements caused a buzzing sensation 
in the depths of her, and as she found herself moving faster, the youth 
countering her movements, she felt sensation ripply through her fleece-lined 
pussy as never before. Her thighs tautened and her ankles squeezed around 
his neck for more leverage as current ran down to the very soles of her 
feet. She felt overpowering surges of new and wonderful excitement moving in 
waves over her tightly contracting belly as it burst through her rib cage, 
and then came shooting out of her body through her nipples, causing them to 
harden and lengthen even more, the rich pinkness turning a deep red. 

Helen moaned as she gyrated her hips, rotating from side to side around the 
thickly impaling penis, the walls of her cunt clasping tightly to the organ 
and keeping time with the way it rhythmically pulsed inside her. She thought 
the head of his cock had a heart beating inside it, and each movement caused 
three heartbeats against her quivering vaginal walls. She felt as if the 
rigid penis was a part of her very being. The cock no longer belonged to 
Zip, but was hers. It was part and parcel of her own inner body. 

Zip was feeling the static building inside him, and he knew he had himself 
under control, but just barely. He was aware of her contractions, her 
rotations, and the slithery movement of his cock in her shuddering cunt. 
Each time he pulled back from her womanly burrow, her inner labia pulled out 
and sucked at his cock in an effort to keep it buried inside her. No matter 
what she did, the cock slid back for several inches, then pounded right back 
in again, turning her inner lips in on themselves. Each time he drove 
forward, his brown pubic hair tangled with her blonde. Helen always had to 
carefully examine her cunt after each episode with Zip to make sure no stray 
dark hair remained on her cunt. 

The full length of the boy was once again fully buried in the depths of her 
oven-like belly. He was panting, almost out of breath, and he stopped for a 
moment to rest, keeping his weight on his palms as he dug the heels of his 
hands into her shoulders and his knees digging into the cushions of her ass. 
He allowed her quivering body to pump up and down at will on his rampant 
cock as they remained tightly fused together. Then he started moving again. 

On each backstroke, he peered down between them, watching each slow 
withdrawal, the bulk of his penis pulling out, then pushing in all over 
again and filling her with his hardness. Both of them were straining, the 
boy to prolong this even more, the woman to bring this to a fitting climax. 
Her movement became more and more frantic, the cadence of her upward thrusts 
spurring him to move even faster. He saw the sinews in her neck showing with 
strain, and he knew the muscles in her thighs were just as taut. 

She was straining to come. Zip felt it as he felt the juices oozing from her 
vagina and flow around his pounding cock. The air was filled with wet 
sucking sounds as he continued pumping in and out of her. Then she rammed 
her cunt all the way up, captured the full length of his cock, and with her 
cuntlips tightly secure around the base of his organ, sank down again. Up 
she went, her back a bow arching off the mattress, her calves pressing down 
on his shoulders as her heels kicked his spine and her ankles dug into his 
neck. She bucked insanely against him. She was there! 

"AAAAA IIIII YYYY EEEEEE AAAAAA GGGG HHHHH AAAAAA NNNNN GGGGGG HHHHH UUUUU 
NNNN GGG HHHHH AAAAA YYYYYY AAA GGGGG HHHHH WWWWW AAAAAAHHH-UUUGGGHHH!" she 
shrieked for the world to hear. 

It was an endless shout coming from the depths of her throat, and her entire 
body began vibrating uncontrollably. Her orgasm flooded in great sensual 
waves around his penis as pussy oil spurted out of her with almost as much 
strength as the jets that came from his cock when he was in the process of 
shooting. 

The oils covered his balls as he continued pounding into her. More of it ran 
down her asscheeks in rivulet, some of it washing into the crevice between 
her buttocks and then falling onto the mattress beneath. 

The boy went berserk as he heard her grunting out the last little bit of 
feeling. This was the first time she had come so soon before him. Her body 
was still spastically jerking and twitching against him. 

Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed her ankles and began pushing them 
brutally back until they were way over her shoulders, bending her double 
until the widespread split between her thighs was pointed straight up, and 
his hovering cock was probing on a direct line straight down inside her. 

He withdrew the deeply embedded instrument until only the tip of the head 
rested in her, then he rammed forward with all his strength. The entire 
pulsating length of the massive organ sank into her helplessly exposed 
vagina, and a wet, flat smack resounded through the room as his belly 
slapped against her pelvis. He levered himself up again, then slammed his 
hard cock as deep as it would go, letting it bury itself in the depths of 
her softening cunt. His weighty balls continued smacking against her 
upturned buttocks as his hairy stomach bored heatedly against her softly 
yielding flesh as he lunged forward one more time. 

Helen should have relaxed. Normally, she took some time to recover from an 
orgasm, and then went to work on building the next one. But the boy's need 
to come prevented that. She was straining against his arms, arms that held 
her pinioned to the bed and her teeth gnashed together as she struggled hard 
to change her position. For far from appeasing her, the orgasm she had just 
experienced made her feel the need for more as the boy's driving phallus 
continued stimulating her inner walls. She fought to once again feel the 
full length of the boy's thrusting cock fill her. She wanted him deeper. She 
wanted his hard cock to sink more deeply into her burning, quivering kiln, 
but her legs were so strained from previous movement, she was unable to use 
them now. 

He clapped his two hands around the dually grinding cheeks of her 
tantalizing buttocks and drove his penis all the way into her steaming 
pussy. But no matter what he did, it no longer seemed enough to satisfy 
Helen. She needed more and more and more. 

As if to try and make it up to her, the sweating youth leaned down and 
probed into her mouth with his tongue in the hope of a dual impalement 
bringing her something. Saliva came from his mouth and drooled down her 
throat. Groaning in frustration, she sucked on his tongue, wild with 
frenzied need, her body caught in a maddening whirlpool of lust far stronger 
than anything she had previously experienced. Her ankles uncrossed from 
behind her own head and she splayed her thighs widely apart, doing her best 
to give the youth even greater access to his jerking organ pistoned 
mercilessly into her, bringing gasps of pain to her lips as his groin 
slammed solidly against her helplessly upturned crotch. She moaned and 
gasped as she realized a second orgasm was about to invade her quaking body. 

Then, abruptly, as she writhed out of control beneath the boy, she felt the 
pistoning cock stiffen and begin to spew its boiling white load into her 
tortured interior. 

The beautiful Helen groaned with an agony of frustration. He had come too 
soon, this time, too soon, and she hadn't been able to reach that second 
orgasm. She was so close, so close. The peak was just the littlest distance 
away. She strained crazily for it, but Zip, totally exhausted this time, 
unable to help himself, threw his body across hers, falling heavily on her 
still-bucking form. His cock had spent itself, deflating rapidly, and now 
had pulled out of her cunt, useless to Helen for the moment. She anxiously 
buffeted her sodden vagina against it, but it was to no avail. A cock 
without starch in it was totally useless. 

Fury and desperation filled her as she continued humping her asscheeks up, 
but it was no use. The soft, dangling penis managed to evade the gripping 
lips of her cunt every time. 

Somehow Zip found the strength to roll off her and he fell to the floor. It 
was Randy's turn. 

The fires of lust continued raging in Helen's helpless body. Through the 
haze of passion enveloping her as Randy climbed between her thighs, and with 
a single lunge, sank his cock into the seething blast-furnace of her cunt. 
The sperm filling her pussy made it easy for Randy's cock to slide in, right 
up to the hilt. Great waves of rippling pink inner flesh wrapped themselves 
around the penis. 

Helen jerked convulsively as the youth's solid phallus moved rapidly in and 
out of her trembling belly, building and enhancing everything for her all 
over again. The boy was fresh, with new strength, and as a result fucked 
quickly, as if intent on driving her right out of her body. Her mind seemed 
to be buried in a morass of sexual depravity, and all she cared about at 
this moment was what she was able to feel. She had to have that next orgasm. 
He pounded into her more and more quickly, bringing his cock all the way 
back so that only the head was inside, then slamming forward again so the 
full length of it filled her womanly chamber. 

The boy fucked for what seemed like forever, but the semen in her cunt had 
reduced friction to a minimum, and as a result, neither felt anything. Time 
continued to pass, and the boy kept on pounding into her with undiminished 
strength, knowing he had to do a good job if he expected to remain a part of 
"the team" Zip had formed. 

Zip had started regaining his strength, and finally sat up on the floor and 
watched the whole thing. He moved closer, reached out, and shoved his hands 
under Helen's ass, lifting her up. His sperm oozed from her cunt and ran 
down onto the bed. They would have to clean that up before they left. 

Randy continued his fast, hard grinding, shoving his thick cock into her 
narrow vaginal crevice again and again. He was unaware of Zip's eyes, 
pleasurably taking in the sight of Helen's cunt swallowing up his friend's 
cock again and again. 

But Zip knew if his friend were to fuck into Helen as he had done, then he 
would be able to look down and see his cock sinking into her cunt and thus 
enjoy it that much more. So he forced Helen's legs up again, and when she 
didn't have the strength to keep them back, he got her panties, looped them 
over her ankles and pushed them far-enough down so that her head was 
pressing on them, and her feet were forced to stay up. 

Helen gasped as this change in position brought Randy's cock scraping 
against her upper vaginal wall, and as a result, made him feel her cunt 
more,, as she felt his cock that much more. She gasped as she felt Zip's 
hand caress her ass, his fingers pulling teasingly at the lips of her cunt 
as Randy continued fucking into her. She jumped, startled as Zip slowly 
eased a finger into her rectum. It moved around and around inside her, 
worming deeply into her tender nether flesh until the entire finger was 
inside. 

Her vaginal passage was tightening around Randy's cock as a result of the 
finger in her ass, and she felt the cock even more strongly, now. Feelings 
were becoming more intense, and Helen realized that if Zip kept his finger 
in her ass long enough, she would have a rectal orgasm as well as a vaginal 
one. Zip's free hand pushed between her thigh and her body and cupped her 
breast, tweaking her nipple, enhancing the feelings that much more strongly 
for her. 

Randy, feeling more pressure around his cock, began sawing all the more 
vibrantly into the tender tunnel beneath him. His nostrils flared as he 
thrust mercilessly forward, battering his cock into her again and again. His 
cock felt as if it was sinking into a vaseline-greased fist. 

The finger embedded in Helen's rectum joined the slow-pistoning penis, 
rhythmically keeping time to the movements of Helen's gasping body, and she 
began whimpering with delight. Her buttocks were rotating wildly and she 
felt the twin orgasms building in her body. Helen had expected them to 
overtake her at the same time, but she was taken aback when she suddenly 
felt the orgasm in her ass shoot through her like electric sparks, while the 
one in her cunt was still not there. It was a strong orgasm, but she had to 
save her strength for responding to Randy's fucking, and so her climax was 
soundless, this time. 

The finger slipped out of her ass, and there was movement on the bed beside 
her. Turning her head, she saw Zip kneeling near her face, his penis 
half-hard again. He turned her head sideways, and he began pressing the head 
of his cock to her lips. 

Randy slammed his cock solidly into her cunt, and she gasped with delight, 
opening her mouth. As a result, Zip's cock slipped between her lips and she 
tasted her own secretions mingled with his semen. Little by little the penis 
grew in the warm sucking cave of her mouth, and soon it was fully erect, 
digging into her gullet, all but strangling her, but she didn't care. 
Everything was so good. She sucked on the length of hard meat, pulling it 
deeper and deeper into her throat, choking on it, yet savoring it, enjoying 
the gamy taste of the sperm he had initially released as well as the added 
gravy of her own oozings which had clung to the meaty tower. She sucked as 
if her life depended on it, doing it for the first time because she wanted 
to do it and not because someone had ordered her to do it. 

Zip quickened his strokes to match those of Randy who was ramming his hard 
cock into her cunt. Both pushed in together, both pulled out together, 
neither pulled all the way out, but left the lipped rim of their helmeted 
cock-heads inside her-one in the wet shelter of her mouth, the other in the 
sodden center of her broiling cunt. 

Ecstatic rapture filled her brain as she realized how much she was in love 
with sex. True, Zip was a boy easy to love, and therefore it was easy for 
her to enjoy being with him. Had her husband or Joe Cerrone done this, 
though she would have felt sexual arousal after a while, there was no doubt 
in her mind that she wouldn't have loved it as much as she did with Zip. Zip 
had been the one to introduce her to sex in such a way that she was totally 
unafraid of it-loved it, adored it, lived for it. Now Zip's cock was 
throbbing, and she knew the boy was going to come, as was Randy, in her 
cunt. But the rubbing penile head, pushing into her throat, added to the 
pressure of the one in her cunt, set her off with a dual orgasm. 

"GGGGG WWWWW AAAAA UUUU RRRRRR GGGGG LLL UUUUU CCCCC HHHAAARRRGGG-HHH!" she 
gagged out, and then felt the two boys power their sperm into her; one in 
her mouth, the other in her well-fucked cunt. The dual orgasm was all she 
needed for the moment. It had drained her, as she had drained the two boys. 



CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Though her sex life with her husband was better than it had been, Helen knew 
it would never approach what it was with Zip. She knew the boy would 
eventually outgrow her and go on to other sexual worlds to conquer, and she 
was determined to enjoy as much of him as possible. 

Columbus Day was a school holiday. Since the restaurant where she was a 
luncheon hostess got most of its trade from the school, it didn't pay for 
the restaurant to remain open on Columbus Day. So Helen had a day off. 

She decided it was time to give Zip and the other boys a treat, and though 
they no longer had a right to the mountain cabin, she also knew no one else 
would be using it, now. She still had the key. So she told Zip she would 
like to take him and the four boys up to the cabin and "pig out" on sex. Zip 
agreed, knowing anything he did to keep Helen happy would make him happier 
in the long run. 

They arrived at the cabin just before noon, Helen, Zip, Randy, and Sam 
Warren. The other boys had gone away with their parents and so were unaware 
of Helen's plans, otherwise they would have been only too glad to come. 

Helen noticed the blue Fairmont parked at the cabin when they got there, and 
for a moment she was afraid Zip's parents had come up there to enjoy a day. 
But when she looked through the living room window, she saw Joe Cerrone, all 
right, but not Maggie. What was more, she also saw her own husband, and the 
two men were playing with some redheaded floozy one or the other of them had 
picked up. 

This was Helen's chance to bring things out in the open safely. She stomped 
into the large room and yelled, "So this is what you do behind my back, huh, 
Andy?" 

"Oh, shit!" Andy snapped. 

"Don't you dare get dressed," Helen told him. "We live in an age of 
equality. I brought these boys up here so they would be able to find some 
decent vegetation to bring back to their agriculture class tomorrow. Now I'm 
going to give them a treat, and what's more, you're going to stand and 
watch." 

"What're you talkin' about?" Andy snapped. 

"I'm saying that if you can fuck some dumb floozy, then I can screw for 
these boys, and if you try to stop me, or yell about a divorce, I have these 
boys who are my witnesses that you were the unfaithful one." 

"Awright, awright, what d'you want, Helen?" Andy asked. 

"From now on, we go on as husband and wife, but I'm entitled to my action on 
the outside, just like you, because it's obvious you and I are never going 
to get along, fully." 

"You gotta be crazy!" Andy snapped. 

"Hey, don't push it," Joe Cerrone told him. 

"Okay," Andy nodded. "You wanna get fucked, then while these boys do it, I'm 
gonna supervise. At least I can see to it my wife gets dicked properly." 

"Fine," Helen nodded, and wasting no time, she dropped her clothing right 
there in the middle of the floor. Then she trouped into the bedroom she and 
Andy had used, with everyone following her except Joe Cerrone and the 
redhead. Joe had come to get laid, and he intended following through, even 
if his own kid was in the next room. 

"Okay," Andy told his wife. "You wanna be fucked? Fine! Lie down and spread 
those thighs and let the guys see the merchandise." 

Helen obeyed, and Andy motioned to Sam, saying, "You first, kid. Off with 
the duds and go to work." 

Helen moaned as Sam, a short, dark, almost apelike-looking youth undressed 
and climbed onto the bed. She lifted her knees, parted her thighs, and felt 
the thick gorilla-like cock pushing against the soft lips of her cunt. 
Helen, not wanting to waste time, knowing she had to do this with her 
husband watching, reached down, grasped the cock, and pulled it into her 
cunt. It slid in with just the right amount of resistance. The full cock, as 
long as Joe Cerrone's, slid all the way in up to her belly. She gasped as it 
bounced off her vaginal back wall. But her cunt was secreting heavily, so 
thick as the cock was, it didn't hurt her. She worked her legs back and 
forth around the boy's body, her flailing hips working in time to the 
thrusts Sam delivered into her. He had a certain expertise to him that told 
her he had done this more than a few times before. 

Abruptly, Helen came, a quick, short, fast orgasm, and then she felt the 
boy's throbbing phallus expand, and suddenly torrents of hot white cream 
erupted into her pussy. She washed the boy's cock with her own juices, and 
then the spent teenager was pulling out and climbing off the bed. 

"Helen, sit up," Andy insisted. "You," he said to Randy. "You lie down." 
Randy did as he was told. 

"Now what?" Helen asked. 

"Now, since you're so fuckin' hot to trot, sit on his cock." 

Straddling the youth, she grabbed his cock and wedged it into her vagina. It 
slid in easily enough because of the lathered sperm. She tightened her knees 
around his hips and sank lower, moaning, but definitely not in agony. She 
was totally impaled on Randy's phallus, filled with it, and squeezing down 
on it with her vaginal muscles as Zip had taught her, and it felt great. 

"You really seem to dig it," Andy said to her, and Helen saw her husband had 
sprouted a full erection from watching her being fucked. 

"I do," she told him. "But just remember, all this is because I caught you 
cheating on me." 

"Hey, I can hack it," the man told her, and she realized he'd had more than 
a few beers which was why he was taking this with such relative calm. "But I 
want in on the fun, too. How about you suck my cock this time, and not give 
me a hard time." 

"As long as you don't put it in my ass, first," Helen told him. 

"Hell, no!" Andy smiled. "Your ass is reserved for his cock," he said, 
pointing to Zip. "We're gonna fill you like you ain't never had cock before, 
maybe until you get sick and tired of it." 

"Don't bet on it," Helen smirked. "This may be my first experience at 
something like this, but it won't be my last." 

Andy walked over to the side of the bed, and before he was quite ready, 
Helen leaned over to the side and sucked his phallus right into her mouth, 
taking it right to the root and pulling on it, creating a suction that drove 
the husband wild. 

"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped. "If I'd known you could do something like this, I 
woulda never gone outside for action." 

"Too late now," Helen told him, her mouth mumbling around the slender peg of 
his cock. 

Andy gasped as he watched his wife's lips pull on his penis, moving back and 
forth, making loud, obscene sucking noises. She sucked like a leach and had 
him shuddering. 

Zip had been watching all this, and he decided the time had come for him to 
get in on this. Dropping his pants to the floor, he stepped out of them, 
then kneed his way onto the bed behind Helen, holding his cock like a 
bludgeon. 

"Hey, you sure this is okay, Aunt Helen?" the boy asked, nervously staring 
at Andy who was in a blissful heaven of his own as his wife continued 
sucking his cock. 

"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm!" she muttered around the pulsing little penis in her 
mouth. 

The youth ran his hands over her round buttocks, feeling them quiver beneath 
her touch as she bounced up and down, pumping Randy's cock in and out of her 
cunt while her head bobbed in opposition, sucking on 

Andy's penis. Zip, unable to contain himself, used his finger to take some 
of the oils trailing from her cunt and he smeared it all over her asshole, 
and then pointed his cock, and lunged. 

Helen heard the youth's guttural breathing and a tingle raced through her, 
making her cunt sit all the more brutally on Randy's upstanding cock. She 
groaned, her husband's cock clenched tightly in her teeth, as Zip's penile 
head popped into her asshole. God! Zip was getting thicker, and she felt 
more than a little discomfort as the huge cock forced its way deeper and 
deeper into her rectum. 

Randy wrapped his arms tightly around her waist to hold her torso in place, 
and once the full length of Zip's cock was inside her, he began furiously 
humping his cock up and down. The beautiful blonde realized she was now 
completely impaled in all three orifices at once. 

Zip pushed his cock to the limit in Helen's rectum, matching Randy's long, 
hard strokes into her pussy. It took a moment, but soon the three males were 
moving in unison. They buffeted her body between them as if she were a sack 
of foam rubber, all three moving in tandem. 

It was like nothing Helen had ever been able to imagine. Having every 
opening in her body filled was wonderful as far as she was concerned. Again 
and again the three males slammed into her-her husband filling her mouth, 
her young lover filling her ass, and Randy pounding his cock upward into her 
hot cunt. This was heaven, and Helen didn't want it to stop-ever. 

Her hips moved in unison to their thrusts now, back so her ass would absorb 
Zip's cock as he crashed his penis into her buttocks again and again, then 
forward and down as she absorbed Randy's cock into her cunt. Each time, her 
head bobbed as she sucked on the full length of the minute penis belonging 
to her husband, irritated that it wasn't long enough to delve into her 
gullet and make her achieve an oral orgasm, and she would have to depend on 
the other two phalluses to make her come. 

Her entire body undulated wildly between the three males, and her buttocks 
rotated in tiny abandoned circles. Wilder and wilder her movements became, 
and she slammed back and forth on the wildly squeaking bed. As a result, the 
orgasms began building in Helen, first, and she shuddered. 

"GGGGG WWWWW AAAAA UUUU WWW-WWW RRRRR GGGGGG LLLLL PHHHHWW-WWW AA AAACCCHHH 
AAAWWWRRRCCC HHHH LLLLLL UUUUGGG PHHHWWWWW MMMPH HHAAAGGGHHH!" she gargled 
out as she had her second and third orgasms simultaneously, feeling them 
shudder through her rectum and her vagina, sending wild and crazy messages 
to her brain. 

The beautiful blonde had gone absolutely wild with desire, and once started, 
she found it all but impossible to stop. She was drunk on sex, intoxicated 
with it, thrilling to their total conquest of her body and mind as they 
drove into her again and again. 

Randy was the next to come, and he began spurting madly into her cunt, 
unleashing blast after blast of his own sperm. His cock wilted quickly, fell 
out of Helen, and the boy managed to slide out from underneath her. 

By that time Sam was ready again, and he wormed his way under her and shoved 
his Pike's Peak into her steaming center, fucking upward, bouncing insanely, 
making Zip speed up to keep time with him. 

Zip was next, unleashing his sperm into her rectum, bellowing, 
"OHHHHKH...HHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH...YYYY EEEEEE AAAAAA GGGG 
HHHHH...UUUUUU NNNNNN GGGGG HHHAAARRRGGGHHH AAAAAA WWWWW 
AAAGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!" 

Helen drank, realizing her husband's sperm tasted of the beer he continually 
filled his belly with. She had a feeling that if the man ever did impregnate 
someone again, the baby would come out, roaring drunk. 

Then Sam unleashed his second load of the day, and all of them rested for a 
while before starting all over again. 



CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

As a result of what had happened up at the cabin, Helen's life began 
changing. To begin with, her husband suddenly realized what an extremely 
beautiful woman he had married. Hell! He had known she was beautiful when he 
had proposed, and now he saw her through the same eyes he had seen her, 
then. He knew he had no right to restrict her movements since she had caught 
him with that redhead and Joe Cerrone. One of the threats she had made was, 
if Andy ever objected to her fucking around on the outside, Helen would tell 
Maggie about Joe's extracurricular activities. Joe, not wanting Maggie to 
know, promised Andy that if he ever did anything to make Helen tell, he, 
Joe, would punch Andy in the nose. 

But Andy, having fallen so much in love with his wife all over again, began 
fucking her on a regular basis, though having witnessed the way Joe had 
warmed up the redhead, he had tried it on Helen, and had discovered to his 
amazement that it got good results. 

Zip continued his relationship with Helen, though they both decided it would 
be a good thing not to let Andy know they still had something going on. But 
Helen began to broaden her base, quietly looking for new lovers on her own. 
She checked proposed suitors out very carefully, oddly enough not interested 
in single men, because more than one single man was looking for some kind of 
permanent relationship, and all Helen wanted was a new, different cock-one 
to enjoy simply because it was different from others she had known. 

Helen continued working at the restaurant until the owner of a higher-class 
eating establishment spotted her one day and decided she was too good to 
remain in a place like that. So he hired her, and within three weeks, Helen 
was his mistress, as well. As a result, he began giving her lots of 
expensive gifts, many of which she was able to sell, thus banking a lot more 
money than she had, previously. 

As the months passed, Helen noticed her husband was going out less and less, 
and more important, he was hardly drinking at all. This helped improve the 
relationship between them to where Andy, after a while, had no desire to 
fool around with anyone other than his wife. Though he wanted Helen to be 
faithful to him, he knew there was no way he'd be able to control her. Helen 
reasoned that it was her infidelities that kept her husband interested in 
her because knowing other men found her attractive made him realize 
precisely what a jewel he had married. 

Somehow Helen always had time for Zip. Her forays with other men made her 
temper her overpowering need for the youth, and when Zip realized she was no 
longer hopelessly in need of his cock, the boy began feeling jealous, and 
like Andy, felt more closely attached to her than ever. 

Joe Cerrone, Zip's father, kept trying to get it on with Helen, but she 
refused, not wanting to risk losing Maggie's friendship. As a result, Maggie 
remained blissfully ignorant through it all, and she and Helen stayed the 
best of friends. All in all, Helen decided she liked the way her life was 
turning out. 


THE END
