The Co-Ed's Punished Mother
by Mel Crowson 


CHAPTER ONE 

Ebersburg was a typical American small town in that nobody could care less 
about the sins committed behind closed doors. The usual sins were committed 
behind its twenty thousand some odd closed doors; incest, sodomy, adultery, 
child molestation, fellatio, cunnilingus, and perhaps even an incident or so 
of bestiality. It seemed, on the surface at least, that the real sin was in 
getting caught. 

Poor Bev Cantrell, the buxom, attractive, and wildly passionate wife of the 
bartender at the Main Street Tavern, was caught. This in turn precipitated a 
series of erotic events involving some of the least-likely people in town, 
including the young and handsome Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker, rector of 
the Ebersburg Independent Congregational Church and his beautiful wife, 
Dianne. 

It began on the hot summer night that Wyn and Dianne Barker were returning 
home from an evening visit to the minister and his wife of a neighboring 
town. Both had drank a considerable amount of nonalcoholic punch during the 
evening but Wyn had neglected to empty his bladder before leaving the party. 
Consequently, quite a bit before they reached home, the pressure became 
unbearable for Wyn and he told his wife: "Hon, I've got to stop somewhere 
along the road and go." 

"Along the road?" she said. "Yes." 

"But you can't do that. Good Lord, how would it look if somebody came along 
and caught you in their headlights? A man of the cloth? A minister? Can't 
you wait until we get to a service station or something?" 

"No, I can't, dammit, Di," he said. "I'm about to burst, right now. The 
nearest service station is another five miles. I couldn't possibly make it. 
You want me to wet my pants?" 

"Of course not, but-" 

"Don't worry about it. The old deserted quarry road is only a few hundred 
yards ahead. I'll turn in there and shut off the lights and relieve myself." 

Dianne Barker didn't answer. 

A few seconds later, the reverend slowed their car and veered into a rutted 
dirt road that led to an old abandoned sandstone quarry. Dianne told him, 
"You'd better get around the first turn just to make sure nobody will see 
you from the highway." 

"Right," he said. 

A hundred yards down the road the car swung around a turn and then suddenly 
its glaring headlights brought the sight of a parked car into brilliant 
focus. Dr. Wyn Barker braked hard. Their car came to a halt. Both he and 
Dianne leaned forward, peering through the windshield unbelievingly at the 
tableau suddenly spotlighted before them. 

In the parked vehicle a man was sitting sideways on the front seat, his feet 
and legs hanging out the door. His trousers were pooled around his ankles. 
Squatting before him was a woman. Her short skirt was hiked high up her 
gleaming white thighs, almost to the crotch, where one hand was 
enthusiastically manipulating herself. She had the man's erect phallus in 
her mouth and was vigorously bobbing her head back and forth. At the same 
time her free hand was caressing his bulging scrotum. 

When the headlights of the Barker car cruelly lit the scene in a white hot 
glare, the woman immediately let the man's organ slip from her mouth, to 
protrude at a slightly upward angle, glistening slick and seeming grossly 
large. It wagged and jumped in a frustrated manner. 

From inside the car a man's voice called out: "What'd you do that for, baby? 
You-you can't stop now! I-I'm about to go off. Hurry up, take it back in 
your mouth! ... Oh, Ohhh! OOOHHHH! ... OOH, SHIT, YOU-YOU'RE LOSING IT ALL! 
. . . Arrrrrggggghhhhh!" 

At the same moment his big, bleating penis began to gush forth powerful, 
thick squirts of semen. The viscous gobs splashed against the side of the 
woman's "ace, as she had it turned, wide-eyed and shocked, right into the 
twin beams of merciless light. They plopped into her hair. They splashed 
against the front of her dress. 

When she quickly turned her face away from the headlights in a belated 
effort to prevent recognition, the last few drops of the man's mighty spend 
splashed against that side. 

All of this happened in a matter of seconds. Just as it was over, Dianne 
Barker squealed, "Oh, Wyn, for God's sake, get us out of here! What are you 
waiting for? Back up. Back up!" 

The stunned young reverend then quickly threw the gear lever in reverse and 
guided by the fairly bright back-up lights, speeded in reverse around the 
curve and then all the way back to the highway, where it once again headed 
back toward town. 

Slumped in the front seat Dianne said now in a hushed, almost awed voice, 
"Oh, that was terrible! I-I've never been so shocked in my life. How could 
that-that woman do such a vile thing?" 

"I-I'm sure I don't know," Wyn answered in a shaken voice. "It-it was pretty 
obscene, I suppose." 

"You suppose, Wyn? Why, she's nothing but an animal." 

"Did you see who she was, Dianne." 

"Of course I did. And I suppose I shouldn't really be that surprised, all 
the rumors I've been hearing about her. But I never suspected that even Bev 
Cantrell would indulge in such a perverted act." 

"She seemed to be more than indulging in it," Wyn commented, with a slight 
chuckle. "Looked to me like she was downright enjoying it, at least before 
we so rudely interrupted them." 

"Wyn!" Dianne said, shocked. "How can you be so flip about this awful thing 
that's happened to us?" 

He didn't answer. Instead he let out a low groan and suddenly leaned forward 
over the wheel. In the dull glow from the dash lights his face suddenly 
showed great strain. He seemed to be holding his breath. 

"What is it, Wyn?" Dianne asked in some alarm. 

He suddenly let out his breath in a great gushing sound and his lean, 
good-looking features relaxed. He once again leaned back in his seat. "Maybe 
we forgot why we turned "down that quarry road, honey," he said. "But my 
bladder didn't." 

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "You didn't-" 

"I sure did," he told her. "Your friend, the Right 

Reverend Wyndham Barker, just peed in his pants. And all over the seat of 
the car, to boot. But good." 

"Oh, Wyn!" she squealed. 

"Sorry about that. It couldn't be helped. Anyhow, I feel greatly relieved 
even though quite sopping. Nothing to worry about, really. Won't hurt the 
plastic seat cover and we'll be home in another twenty minutes or so. Now, 
then, back to' what we were talking about. I wonder who the man was." 

"What difference does it make, really? Although I've heard she's been 
bedding around with that big ruffian, Dirk Smithers, I don't believe it was 
him. Seemed to me the car had an out-of-state license." 

"You noticed that?" Wyn asked, startled. 

She nodded. "Just as we were leaving. Well, for some time now I've been 
looking for a chance to oust that terrible Cantrell woman off our church 
building committee-and maybe even right out of the congregation. Now I've 
got it." Her voice sounded suddenly triumphant. 

"You can't stop her from coming to church," he reminded. 

"No, but maybe it will now be too embarrassing for her to do so. The word 
will get around." 

He sounded shocked. "You're going to tell people what we saw?" 

"Not people. Just the other ladies on the committee. If one or two of them 
turn out to be blabbermouths, that's not my business." 

"No, I suppose not." Wyn wanted to suggest that she just forget the whole 
thing, pretend it never happened. At this point he felt a little sorry for 
Bev Cantrell. She probably wondered who had been in the car that had caught 
her. What a horrible situation for a woman to be in. Especially since she 
knew that if that crazy, drunken bartender husband of hers, Mike, heard 
about it, he'd probably beat her within an inch of her life. 

But he knew there was little point in bringing all this up to Dianne. He 
knew what a stubborn woman she could be and that she'd already made up her 
mind to dump Bev Cantrell from the church committee. The rest of the way 
home, nothing else was said about the subject but it was not really out of 
the minds of either of them, completely. 

Wyn got out of his wet clothing, put on a robe and settled down in a bedroom 
armchair with his usual nightcap, a fairly good-size hooker of expensive 
Scotch, over ice, with a little water added, while he allowed Dianne to 
shower first. When they were first married, four years ago, Wyn had some 
trouble convincing Dianne that there was really nothing wrong with a 
minister having one little drink, before bedtime, to sort of relax him after 
the day's trying affairs. 

At first, she was sure that he was doomed to burn in hell for this hedonist 
habit but gradually he was able to convince her that ministers were only 
human, too, and that many young men in his trying profession today used a 
sedative at night time to induce a fully relaxed sleep and that the medical 
profession recognized alcohol, in a limited amount, as one of the best and 
most natural of sedatives. 

There were other things, though, that Wyn knew he could never talk her into 
accepting. Especially sexual practices that he sometimes fantasized about. 
Knowing Dianne so well, her background and puritanical beliefs, he knew 
better than to even try. 

He had often wondered what it would feel like to have an attractive woman 
perform fellatio on him. Only, in the privacy of his own thoughts, Wyn 
didn't think of it in that scientific term; he thought of it as "getting 
sucked off." He had heard and read in medical tomes concerning married sex, 
that it was not unusual for many wives to so oblige their husbands-at least 
once in a while. But he had long ago given up any hope that Dianne would 
ever do that for him. 

Now, though, sitting alone, sipping his Scotch and water, Wyn vividly 
recalled the scene they had interrupted on the old quarry road. My God, he 
thought to himself, the way she was going at it, you could tell she really 
loved it. She loved having that huge man's thing in her mouth, licking it, 
slavering over it, her full lips suctioning it. 

It was funny, Wyn thought, but he had never really noticed before-or perhaps 
just hadn't paid any special attention to it-what a large, full and 
wet-lipped looking mouth Bev Cantrell had. He thought about that now. Was 
that why she was so endowed, in order to be able to take almost wholly into 
her mouth a penis of the size she'd had tonight? 

Wyn estimated that it must have been a good eight inches long and half as 
thick again as his own. Was that what women who did that sort of thing 
liked, he wondered, to have a huge one like that? And suppose they hadn't 
been interrupted, would she really have let the man ejaculate into her 
mouth, taking that whole gushing fountain of sperm and swallowing it? 

He suddenly became aware that under his robe his weapon, was in full 
erection, standing straight up from his lap, throbbing and aching hard. He 
glanced toward the bathroom, where the shower water was still roaring. 
Quickly he flipped open his robe. He looked down at himself and said softly, 
"Wow! Look at that!" 

He suddenly pretended that pretty Bev Cantrell was now kneeling in front of 
him. "How about that, Bev, not bad, eh? All nice and big and ready for 
sucking, honey. Go to it, darling, take the hot smooth head of that thing 
between your big, sexy-looking lips. Suck it and lick it and play with my 
nice balls and work up a real nice big load for me to shoot into your 
mouth." 

Wyn groaned, the scene so real in his mind, he could almost feel the wet, 
velvety softness of her lips caressing his red and sensitive glans, her hand 
rolling his testicles around in her warm little palm. His truncheon jerked 
violently. He thought, My God, if she was doing it to me, I wouldn't last 
five minutes! 

Just then he heard the shower cut off and guiltily he flapped the robe back 
over, covering himself. His erection went limp rapidly as he told himself 
that he should be ashamed of himself, having such thoughts, especially about 
a woman in his congregation and another man's legally wedded wife. At the 
same time, he thought, what man? Is Mike Cantrell, that drunken, abusive bum 
really a man? Or a husband, from rumors he'd heard. And if he was going to 
secretly lust after someone, why not Bev Cantrell? From what he'd heard, a 
lot of men in town had screwed her until a few months ago, she'd been taken 
over for private stock by Dirk Smithers, the deputy sheriff. 

Wyn looked up now, as Dianne came into the bedroom from the bathroom, 
bringing with her the faintly sweet and soapy scent of a woman who was just 
carefully bathed. She was wearing a pair of black silk jersey pajamas. They 
were generally loose-fitting but the silk clung affectionately to her 
overlarge breasts that jounced and bobbled as she walked. It clung to the 
protruding tips, forming a straight line of black silk from one to the 
other. 

Looking at her, Wyn Barker told himself that he must be crazy to ever even 
think about another woman when he was lucky enough to have such a beautiful 
one all to himself. His glance lowered from her bouncing breasts to the way 
the silk clung to the long, well-fleshed lines of her gorgeous legs. He 
again felt a stirring in his loins and he quickly finished his drink and 
stood up. 

"Hurry, darling, and take your shower, so I can put the light out and go to 
sleep. I'm so tired." 

He gave her a half-smirking, knowing look. "Very tired, honey?" he said. 
"Too tired?" 

She looked straight into his eyes and said, rather languidly, "Well..." 

That was enough for Wyn. He rushed into the bathroom, shucked off his robe, 
turned on the shower, adjusted the hot and cold faucets and stepped inside. 
As "the water cascaded down upon him and he hurriedly soaped all of his 
six-feet-two, well-muscled frame, he wondered if perhaps tonight might be 
the night and he would finally make Dianne come. 

It had never happened so far in their married life. When he sometimes 
questioned Dianne about this, she always dismissed it lightly. "I don't know 
why you're complaining," she'd say. "You're not missing out on anything; you 
have your climax. Anyhow, sweetheart, it's really not all that important. I 
understand some women never do but that doesn't mean they're freaks or 
something. It's just-well-the way they are. Besides, I really do enjoy sex 
with you, even without that. It's really very delightful. Isn't that what's 
actually important?" she'd ask reassuringly. 

Wyn wasn't quite sure. Of course Dianne moaned and groaned and gasped a lot 
and wrapped her long, plumply soft legs around him and humped her buttocks 
up and down while they were doing it and he did enjoy that; it helped him 
rush on to his own climax. But sometimes he wished she'd really become 
abandoned. Wild and wanton. The way a woman behaved when she was in the 
throes of violent orgasm. He had heard a vivid account of how this could 
really be from a friend of his in divinity school who had dated a girl who 
reacted that way. 

"Oh, man, Wyn, it was really something!" the friend told him. "She screamed 
and hollered as though she was having some kind of fit and just staying on 
her was like trying to ride a bucking bronco. And she was so wet my cock 
made a slushing noise going in and out of her and she kept begging, 'Fuck 
me, honey! Fuck me hard and fuck me good! Oh, I love your big wonderful 
cock, baby. Give it to me and never stop!' " 

Remembering that story now, Wyn Barker wished that just once Dianne would be 
like that with him. Well, not really just once but at least once. Maybe she 
would be tonight. Perhaps that scene they had witnessed on the quarry road 
had actually aroused her as much as it had him, despite the things she had 
said about it. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off and reached 
for his robe ... 

While Wyn was in the bathroom, Dianne Barker lay in bed, naked. As soon as 
Wyn left the room, she had taken off her pajamas, placed them carefully over 
a chair where he would see them when he came back, a signal she had always 
used to let him know that she wouldn't mind a little lovemaking, as she 
always referred to it. 

Now, stretched out nude under the clean white sheet, she noticed that her 
breasts felt unusually hard and sensitive tonight, the fat red nipples 
already aroused and sticking out as large as summer strawberries, as 
suddenly, for no apparent reason, the scene on the old quarry road flashed 
through her mind. Especially the part where she watched the unknown man's 
brutally large penis jerking and jumping and then spewing out his seed in 
great thick gobs, again and again. 

She thought to herself, Good God, what would it be like to be married to a 
man with one like that. She had always thought that Wyn's was a pretty good 
size, about six and a half inches long, she estimated. But nothing like that 
one. 

Could a woman even take a monster like that without being ripped open? She 
supposed so. She remembered that the first few times with Wyn, she had been 
terribly tight an uncomfortable but then gradually she was easily able to 
accommodate him. It would probably be the same with a real big one. 

Suppose, she thought to herself, then, it was that man in the bathroom right 
now, instead of Wyn and in a few moments he'd be coming in here to give it 
to me? And suppose he'd make me take it in my hand and hold it and squeeze 
and play with it? Oh, how thick and hot and hard it would feel. And that 
enormous head on it would fill up my whole palm as I cupped it. And with my 
other hand he'd make me caress that huge bag of balls between his legs. I'd 
have to squeeze them gently, not too hard, as Wyn has taught me to do with 
his. That's where the sperm comes from, she thought, no wonder he shot such 
a big load, with a big pair like those. 

As she was thinking all this, Dianne was unconsciously rubbing one of her 
big naked breasts, brushing her thumb against the hard, sensitive nipple. 
Her other hand was down below, rubbing the heel of it against her prominent, 
curl-covered mound. Below that she could feel the lips of her vagina getting 
moist and swollen. 

But no matter what he did to try to force me, she told herself, I wouldn't 
suck it for him. I could never take that big, velvety smooth head of his 
prick into my mouth and lick it and suck it. Oh, no! That would be too much! 
Especially if he wanted to come in my mouth, too. At the same time she 
wondered what it would taste like. She had heard-or read-that a woman got 
used to the taste; in fact some women even grew to like it, to love it, 
couldn't ever get enough of it. But she knew she never could. Oh, it was 
just unthinkable! 

She supposed that Wyn sometimes wished she could do it for him and sometimes 
she wished that she could, if it would please him so greatly but somehow she 
knew that this would never happen. It was-it was just too, too degrading. 
And unnatural, of course. Straight plain, good healthy sex was fine for a 
married couple, she knew, but anything else smacked of perversion. And 
perversion was sin. And those who sinned brought unthinkable punishment upon 
themselves. 

And then she thought, My God, what I'm doing right now is sinful, thinking 
about another man's big, fat, hard sex organ, thinking all those nasty 
thoughts while my own husband is cleansing himself so that he can come to my 
bed and allow me to perform my wifely duty. I must stop right this minute 
and pray for forgiveness. 

At that moment, Wyn emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but his robe. 
He saw right away that her pajamas had been discarded. He looked toward the 
bed. She was lying on her side, her back toward him. He looked at the 
smoothness of her naked arm and shoulder outside of the cover. He began to 
get hard, thinking how he'd like to go over there and strip the sheet away 
from her, feast his eyes on the beauty of her total nakedness and then do it 
to her with the light still on, so that he could look down and watch his 
cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt. He knew that some couples even had 
mirrors in the bedroom, placed so that they could watch themselves while 
they were fucking. Oh, God, how good that would be. 

Then Dianne called softly, "Hurry up and put the light out, dear, and come 
to bed. I want you." 

And that was that. Dianne had never consented to doing it in daylight or 
with the bedroom lights on and probably never would. He sighed, snapped off 
the light and took off his robe, moved through the darkness, toward the bed. 

He gently peeled back the sheet and slid onto the bed beside her and 
carefully placed his hard and throbbing prong right into the cleft between 
her buttocks. At the same time, his hand reached around and cupped one of 
her breasts, so large it overflowed his palm, where the fat, dark red nipple 
was now nuzzling. He rubbed it in a rotary motion and gently squeezed. He 
felt her respond by pressing back against the rampantly stiff member lodged 
in her crack. 

"Mmmmm!" she purred. "You really are ready tonight, aren't you? So am I, 
darling." 

"Let's see," he whispered. He reached his other hand down and firmly cupped 
and rubbed her plump, hair-covered mound and at the same time let the tip of 
his forefinger move down and probe teasingly between the tops of her vaginal 
lips. 

While he did this, he began moving against her, reveling in the delicious 
sensation of his blood-gorged staff, pressing deeper and deeper into the 
cleft between her buttock cheeks. 

At the same time, he wished that Dianne had a bigger ass on her, not that it 
was too bad, really, but it was nothing like those he'd observed on some 
women, particularly that Bev Cantrell. He groaned aloud, thinking about her, 
now. She had the biggest behind and the roundest hips he'd ever seen on a 
woman. Oh, how would it feel to have his rigid cock rammed up against her 
sweet crack. 

Wyn would bet that she wouldn't mind if once in a while he wanted to do it 
from the back, even doggy-style, for that matter. She'd let him, all right, 
and probably love it, too. 

He became so additionally aroused, thinking about it, that unconsciously he 
reached down and forced open Dianne's legs from behind and guided the 
swollen head of his penis against the wet opening in her vagina. 

As soon as she felt the hot smoothness of his glans touch her there, Dianne 
arched forward and away from him. "No!" she gasped. "Wyn, you know better!" 

"Oh, please," he groaned. "Just once, please, Di? Why not?" 

"You know," she chided. "I don't like to do it that way. It would make me 
feel like an animal, like an animal in heat being rutted. Now, behave 
yourself, Wyn. Come on, get on top of me, like always, so that you can suck 
my breasts while you do it. You know how I like that!" 

Oh, sure, he thought to himself, what you like! Never what I'd like. What 
I'd like, once in a while is to talk dirty while we're doing it, to tell you 
how much I enjoy sucking your nice fat tits and to play with your cunt with 
my fingers, getting it all nice and juicy and then how good it is as I ram 
my big randy cock in and out of your nice hot pussy, in and out until I 
finally flood your whole tight cunny with a big load of come. Or to fuck you 
from behind, like the dogs do, while I reach around and feel your big 
hanging tits. Or to have you suck me off once in a while, to feel the come 
rushing up from my balls and squirting into your sucking mouth! 

Almost instantly Wyn was ashamed of himself. He knew he was wrong. You 
didn't talk to a decent woman that way or expect of her things like that. 
Especially a minister didn't, not with a beautiful, saintly, loyal and 
loving wife such as Dianne was. What kind of a beast was he, to even think 
things like that? He should consider himself lucky that she even allowed him 
to take his pleasure with her proud and beautiful woman's body. 

He moved over then between her widely spraddled legs and felt her reach down 
and gently take hold of his ragingly erect machine and gently rub the head 
of it, in a swabbing motion, between the soft, honeyed hotness of her 
love-lips. At the same time, his mouth found one of her breasts and he 
delightedly licked it all over, finally taking the plump, rubbery hardness 
of the big nipple between his lips. He tugged on it, then lashed it with his 
hot, wet tongue. 

"Oh, Wyn," she gasped. "I love that! Oh, you love me so good, darling. Come 
on. I'm ready. Put it in!" 

He felt her place the big blunt knob at the sticky entrance to her vaginal 
hole and he pushed, savoring the feel of the swollen head entering that 
creamy tightness. Suddenly he could wait no longer and rammed it all the way 
in until his testicles banged against the crack of her behind. 

Dianne bleated her enjoyment and instantly threw her legs up and locked them 
around his waist as he began to slam it in and out of her like a wild thing. 
Pistoning, pumping in a furious assault on that slick, tight, hot place that 
was gripping his penis. 

"Oh!" Dianne called out. "Oh, Oh, OH! Darling, not so fast! I-I want it to 
last awhile, tonight. Slow-slow down, dear!" 

But he couldn't. As he was wildly rutting his wife, Reverend Wyndham Barker 
suddenly once again envisioned Bev Cantrell sucking the cock of the unknown 
man and now the gripping, hot wetness into which his own swollen prick was 
plunging in and out was not his wife's pussy at all. IT WAS BEV CANTRELL'S 
JUICY-LIPPED, HOT SLAVERING MOUTH, HER TONGUE HUNGRILY SWIRLING ABOUT HIS 
TORTURED COCKHEAD! 

With a final abandoned, spastic hunching, he felt his semen drawing from his 
contracting testicles and then rushing through the length of his foraging 
member and finally spurting and spurting into the depths of the vagina he 
was plundering. 

At that, Dianne bounced her buttocks up and down on the mattress and 
groaned, "Oh, Wyn, I can feel it. For the first time I can feel it squirting 
into me! Oooooooh!" 

But then he was through and it was over. Still breathing hard, Dianne said 
into the darkness, "Oh, darn, Wyn, why did you have to finish so quickly? 
It-it was just getting good for me, better than it's ever been before. 
Why-I-I think, maybe if you'd taken it slow and easy, did it for a long 
time, I-I might even have had an orgasm." 

"I'm sorry, Di!" he said, rolling off her, his penis already half limp. 
"That-well-it was very thoughtless of me. I don't know what happened but I 
just couldn't control myself. It was just too good, I guess." 

She didn't say anything, didn't answer and he thought to himself, what a 
selfish jerk I am, not to have considered her feelings, too. At the same 
time, it occurred to him that she had never complained other times when he 
had come very fast. In fact sometimes, if he took too long, she would urge 
him to hurry up and finish. Maybe, he thought, just maybe, she's beginning 
to lose her inhibitions and getting ready to really-- 

Interrupting the thought, Dianne's hand reached out and patted his. She 
said: "It's all right, Wyn. I don't know what made me say something like 
that. It-it wasn't very ladylike. In sex, it's the woman's duty to see that 
her husband enjoys himself and not to worry about her own feelings. I don't 
know why I almost got carried away. Believe me, it won't happen again, 
darling." 

Wyn suppressed a groan of disappointment, knowing that she was probably 
right. In almost all things Dianne Barker was a woman of extremely rigid 
control. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Being the county seat, Ebersburg had no law enforcement organization of its 
own but was policed by the county sheriffs department, headed by Chief 
Deputy Dirk Smithers. He was a rough, tough and nasty character, who ruled 
the town with an iron fist and a sneering, lecherous smile. 

A lot of people wondered why the city manager and the town's council put up 
with him. He was strongly suspected of brutal treatment of criminals, 
especially females. It was said of him, in the vernacular of one of the 
town's bums, down at the Main Street pool hall, that 0l' Dirk, when he 
arrests some pretty chick, he books 'em, fucks 'em, and forgets 'em." 

A lot of other people knew why the town's politicians put up with him, even 
under a lot of continuous public protest. In some ways, Smithers was what is 
known as "a good cop." He didn't take graft. He had such a tough reputation 
among the criminal element in the state that most of them avoided Ebersburg 
as a place to operate. He also knew where a lot of bodies were buried. He 
had something on the city manager and almost every councilman. Most 
important of all, he was the nephew and pride and joy of old Matt Smithers, 
the county sheriff, an extremely powerful office holder. Everybody knew that 
old Matt was due to retire almost any year and with his power of appointment 
would see to it that Dirk became the new sheriff. 

At twenty-six, a bulky two hundred and fifty pound six-footer, with what was 
often described as a cruelly handsome face, a lot of women found Dirk 
Smithers sexually attractive. Some admitted it; many did not but secretly 
held a strong letch for him, anyhow. Part of the attraction was that Dirk 
had a reputation for being a tough customer with a woman, some even 
described him as a thoroughly sadistic brute who couldn't really enjoy sex 
unless at the same time he was able to hurt and humiliate a woman. A man of 
this type holds a bizarre attraction for some women. 

Bev Cantrell knew all this and admitted it and to her close friends said 
that was the reason she was so crazy about Dirk, would do anything for him. 
Surprisingly, she also sometimes found him sympathetic, in his own gruff, 
tough way, to some of her personal problems. In turn, Dirk Smithers was 
intrigued by Bev's almost animal-like lustiness and obvious enjoyment of his 
sadistic practices. 

Two days after the scene on the old quarry road, Bev was surprised by a 
visit from Dirk. He. had never come to her apartment before. When she 
answered the door, she was wearing nothing but a thin, summer wrapper. She 
said, "Dirk! What are you doing here? Are you crazy?" 

He pushed past her, inside. "Don't worry about it," he said. "This is a big 
apartment building. I could be seeing anybody. I just heard a story about 
you and I wanted to check it out. I can see already, that it's true. The old 
man beat the shit out of you again, huh?" 

Bev put the tips of her fingers gently to one of her eyes which was 
partially black and blue. 

There was also a slight swelling on one jaw and her upper lip was puffy. She 
nodded. 

"How come he got so mad? He knows you fuck around with other men." 

"It wasn't just that. It was because Dianne Barker made me resign from the 
church committee. Mike said he had enough problems with his saloon, without 
asking for more trouble by getting the church people against him, after they 
found out his wife liked to suck cock." 

Dirk chuckled. "Is that what he said? That shouldn't have bothered you too 
much. You know it's true. Who was the guy you were going down on when the 
minister and his wife accidentally caught you?" 

She shrugged. "Some character named Jud. An encyclopedia salesman. He was an 
ugly little bastard but kind of fun and I didn't figure there'd be any 
problem when he asked me to meet him for a drink. You know, I figured I'd 
have some free drinks and some laughs and that would be it." 

"Yeah, so then what happened?" 

"Well, I guess I had too many drinks and well, you know how I get a little 
horny when I'm drinking. 

"Yeah, a little is right," Dirk said sarcastically. 

"Anyhow, we went out to the old quarry road and parked and sort of messed 
around, y'know? Then first thing I know, he's got me lying facedown on the 
front seat and I figured well, he just wants to do it to me from the back. A 
lot of men like it that way with me, that big behind I got on me. But then, 
all of a sudden, I feel him trying to get it into the other place!" 

"Your asshole? So? Wouldn't be the first time for that, either." 

"Dirk, you don't understand. This character had a joint you wouldn't 
believe. It was enormous! I knew he'd tear me apart if he tried to get that 
giant thing into my bunghole." 

Dirk Smithers licked his lips. Bev's account of what had happened was 
getting him hot. The left side of his whipcord uniform breeches was already 
bulging, limning the big bow of his erect organ. 

"Bigger than mine, even?" he said. He reached down and put his hand over the 
long lump in his pants, while Bev watched, fascinated. 

"I-I'm afraid so," she said. "Maybe an-an inch longer but quite a bit 
thicker." 

"Jesus, then it must've been eight or nine inches. So what did you do? How'd 
you stop him?" 

"I tried to get away but the little bastard was much stronger than he 
looked. I knew he was going to force me, rape me up the ass and I was afraid 
of getting hurt too much. So I tricked him." 

"How?" 

"I finally told him okay, but to let me wet it for him good, first, so it 
would go in easier." She shrugged. "Well, that was the end of that. You know 
me. Once I get that thing in my mouth, no man's going to want me to stop. He 
didn't, either. And then suddenly, there was the sound of this car and 
headlights glaring right on us. I-I was petrified, Dirk. I've never been so 
humiliated in my life. Especially not knowing who it was or anything. And of 
course it did have to be that damned minister and his wife, of all people." 

"Yeah," he said. "And now the story is all over town; you must really feel 
like a slut." 

She bowed her head. "I do, Dirk. I do. I-I don't know how I can ever face 
anybody again." 

"Oh, stop whimpering about it. In a few weeks it'll all be forgotten. 
Everybody'll be talking about some other scandal. But what about Mike again? 
I'm surprised he didn't beat you up worse. That all he did, black your eye?" 

She shook her head and opened up her wrapper. She was nude beneath it. She 
pointed to a black and blue mark on one of her apple-round, dark-nip-pled 
breasts. "He did this," she said. "And this." She pointed to another ugly 
twin fingerprint bruise on one of her plump but sleekly smooth thighs. 
Suddenly she shuddered. "But that wasn't the worst, Dirk." 

"What do you mean?" 

"After-after he ripped all my clothes off, he threw me on my back on the 
couch. He-well--he was acting like crazy. I've never seen him so bad, Dirk. 
He said, 'You filthy little cocksucking bitch, since I'm such a lousy 
fucking alcoholic that I can't get a hard-on anymore and can't do it to you 
myself, doesn't mean that you're not going to get it with something.'" 

She paused and shuddered again. "I-I wasn't too frightened by that. He's 
used-well-things on me before, like a cucumber, a carrot, a real dildo. 
Anyhow, a few minutes later he comes back, carrying my electric hair curler. 
I-I couldn't believe my eyes, Dirk, as I watched him plug it into a socket. 
I tried to get up and run but he held me down. When I tried to scream, he 
covered my mouth with his hand. Then-then, when the curbing iron was 
sizzling hot, he forced my legs apart. He said, 'Open up, bitch. You like 
something hard and hot up that horny snatch of yours, you're going to get 
it!' Then he moved the curling iron down between my legs. He brought it 
closer and closer. I could feel the heat of it and then it touched my hair 
down there and I heard it sizzle and I could smell it burning. And-and 
that's when I fainted," she ended. 

"Jesus Christ!" Dirk said, shaking his head in wonderment. 

"When I came to," Bev continued, "he was gone and-and I was all right. He 
really hadn't done it to me." 

"Why do you stay with a son of a bitch like that?" Dirk asked. "Some day 
he's really going to hurt you. I mean, sure, I like to play it rough 
sometimes and whip your nice big ass a little with my riding crop, but that 
curling iron bit is too much. Why don't you wise up and get rid of that 
drunken punk?" 

She shook her head. "I don't know, Dirk. I don't really know. I guess, 
partly because it's my fault that he drinks so much. He started the first 
time he found out I'd gone to bed with another man. And -and he does need me 
to take care of him. Besides, I always have the hope that some day he'll 
quit drinking and become a man again." 

"Arrrgggh!" Dirk said. "I doubt that. But to hell with him. Did it ever 
occur to you that I might beat the hell out of you when I heard you'd gone 
down on some strange guy?" 

Her eyes grew larger and her large, full lip: parted. She snaked a tongue 
over her wet, bee-stung lower lip. "Oh, Dirk!" she half moaned. "Are you 
gonna? I-I know I deserve it." 

He suddenly laughed, reached out a hand, ran i under her wrapper and cupped 
her hot, hair-covered vulval area. His finger felt the plump lips open for 
him, wetly welcoming. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby? You're getting 
nice and juicy, just thinking about it. But I'm going to fool you. Just 
because I know you want that, need it, I'm not going to give it to you." 

She looked crestfallen. "But-but I should be finished," she whimpered. 

"There are other ways," he told her. He pushed the wrapper off her 
shoulders, forced it down her arms, and let it drop to the floor. Both of 
his hands upped her naked breasts, squeezing them hard, making her shiver 
with anticipation. Then he pinched the popped-out, arrogant, dark red 
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

"I don't know what it is about you, Bev. I've seen a hell of a lot of better 
bodies in my time but, somehow, yours turns me on more than any of them." 

He ran his hands down over the lush curves of her ample hips. "Nice big 
hips," he murmured. He half turned her around and cupped the huge, full 
moons of her proud behind. "And the biggest, nicest ass I've ever felt." He 
pushed the milky white globes together, rolled them in his hands, pulled 
them apart. Then he ran his hand between her legs from behind. 

"And one of the hottest, wettest, most talented pussies I've ever had," he 
groaned. "Oh, baby, it's sopping already. You want me to take care of that 
for you?" 

Her hand was down, squeezing and rubbing the huge growth of his turgid tool, 
bulging out his breeches. "Oh, Dirk," she gasped. "You know I do. Come on, 
let's get to it!" Her hand moved to his belt, started to undo it. 

He shoved her roughly away. "I'm calling this trick," he told her. "You 
don't do anything until I tell you to. Hear?" 

She nodded, her gaze focused in passionate fascination on the lump in his 
pants now so long and thick it looked as though he had his nightstick shoved 
down in there. 

"All right," he said. "Get over here and get down on your knees." 

She obeyed, kneeling humbly in front of him, her breathing heavy now. "Don't 
take my pants down but open my fly and take out my cock and balls." 

Tremblingly, she did so, gasping with delight as she pulled forth his 
ragingly hard cock, feeling its feverish thick hotness jumping and throbbing 
in her gentle fingers. 

'Take your hand off it," he ordered. "And take out my balls. And easy. If 
you hurt them, I'll kick your teeth out." 

"Oh, I won't, I won't!" she murmured. Her hand reached deep into the opened 
V of his fly and lifted out his round, hairy testicles. She cupped them and 
caressingly rolled them around in the palms of her hands. 

"Now suck them," he told her. "Lick those nice big, hot, sweaty balls of 
mine and take them one by one into your mouth." 

Quickly, she did as she was told. Her long, wet red tongue flicked out and 
pushed at the dangling globes, licked them, laved them, tickled them, as 
Dirk moaned his delight at the delicate, wet, feathery touch. Then she took 
turns taking each of his great, round male jewels into her mouth. She rolled 
them around in there with her tongue. 

"Oh, beautiful!" Dirk exclaimed, his long, thick, swollen shaft jumping and 
bobbing excitedly at the tender ministrations going on below it. "Now, frig 
yourself while you do it!" 

She quickly reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself. Dirk 
listened to the wet, slushy sound of her fingers in her creamy wetness. He 
said: "Oh, listen to that, baby! Sucking my nuts and frigging yourself, 
you've already got that thing sopping. I'll bet your clitty is standing up 
like a wet pencil eraser, isn't it? Rub that hot little button, Bev, and get 
yourself off while you work up a big load in my balls for later." 

Her breath was coming harshly through her nose now, as she continued to suck 
his swollen testes, along with little whimpering sounds of delight. He 
looked down and saw her wide, smoothly fleshed hips humping back and forth 
with the rhythm of her frigging fingers. Her breasts were jouncing and 
jiggling crazily as she began to go: "Mmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnhhh! 
MMMMMMAARRRRRMNNNNNNNHHH!" 

"That's it, girl," he encouraged her. "Come all over your fingers. Let it 
run down your legs. Oh, baby, what a good come you're having, huh?" 

Then suddenly, he put a hand on her forehead and pushed her away. "That's 
enough of that. Now, we'll try something else. Go get that dildo of your old 
man's you're always talking about." 

She looked up at him, pleadingly. "Oh, Dirk, must I? I don't want that. I 
want this!" She reached out and clasped his wagging, iron-hard, 
swollen-veined prick. 

He slapped her hard across the face, knocking her sideways to the floor. 
"Don't argue with me, cunt," he told her. "Do as I say!" 

She slowly got to her feet and moved toward the bathroom. While she was in 
there, Dirk called out, "Run the thing under the hot water faucet so it'll 
feel like the real thing." 

A few moments later, she returned, holding an imitation phallus made of 
flesh-colored hard rubber. It was a little over six inches long and molded 
in minute detail, even including veins and a pronounced ridge at the base of 
the glans and below that a simulated bulge of flesh representing a 
pushed-back foreskin. 

Looking at it, as Bev held it by the artificial testicles that were part of 
it, Dirk Smithers said, "Wow, that is pretty realistic, isn't it? I guess it 
probably is the next best thing to getting the old hot meat itself." 

"What do you want me to do, Dirk?" Bev asked in a small, excited, almost 
little girl's voice. 

"What do you think? I want you to fuck yourself with it, while I watch. Get 
on the couch, on your back." 

As she did his bidding, he stood beside her and spread her legs wide, 
revealing the wet glistening hairs around her portal, and the swollen, moist 
outer lips parted and still dewed with her own juices, and the slick, bright 
pink inner lips nestling beneath. 

"Mmmmm! That's a nice hot-looking gash, just dying to be filled, if I ever 
saw one," Dirk told her. "Okay, get to work with that thing and give me lots 
of action to watch, really ram that thing in and out of there." 

Dutifully, she obeyed. She placed the bulbous glans of the hot dildo between 
her lips, letting out a little groan of pleasure at the contact, and rubbed 
it up and down a few times and then.with a cry of pleasure, forced the big, 
smooth crown into her opening. 

"That's it," Dirk encouraged. "Just fuck yourself with the head of that 
thing at first and then inch, after inch, get it all the way in to the 
balls. Oh, sweetie, this is really kicks. I don't know why I never thought 
of it before. It'll probably even be better watching a real live cock screw 
you, when I get some other guy to do it while I watch." 

"What other guy?" Bev gasped, as she now worked half of the dildo into her 
wetly sucking groove. 

"I dunno, maybe my nephew, Tommy." 

"Tommy Farr? Why, he's just a kid." 

"That's what you think. He may be very young but he knows how to fuck. He's 
been doing it since he was fourteen. You ask some of the young married women 
in town that he's had. They'll tell you what a good stud he is. He'd fuck 
the belly off you if I gave him the chance." 

The idea seemed to excite Bev and now she worked the dildo in and out 
furiously, beginning to buck her hips and hump her buttocks up and down on 
the bed. Dirk Smithers moved up beside her head so that his stiffly 
thrumming dingo stuck out straight over her face. 

"Okay," he said. "While you're giving yourself a nice hot fuck, take my cock 
and rub it against your tits and then give it a good juicy suck." 

Eagerly her free hand seized the thick, hot shaft of his love muscle, toyed 
with it a moment, as she said, between gasps of enjoyment at the reaming 
going on between her legs, "Mmmmm, Dirk, I just love yours, honey. 
Especially the knob on the end of it. It's different from a lot of men's." 

"How?" 

"Well, I've seen them shaped, well, sort of like helmets or maybe acorns or 
even mushrooms. Yours, though, is kind of like a big bullet, fatter than the 
rest of it." 

"That's what feels good when it first goes in, isn't it?" 

"Oh, yeah, honey," she moaned and raised and twisted a little so that she 
could bring the bulbed tip of his pole into contact with the cherry-pit 
hardness of her nipple. 

"Yeah, that's good," Dirk murmured. "Mmmmm, your nipples are just as hot and 
hard as my cock. Do you like it, too?" 

"Oh, do I! I once knew a girl who used to like to make a man come all over 
her tits. She said it drove her wild to feel that warm, sticky cream 
splashing all over her nipples, drenching her tits. You ever do that, Dirk?" 

"No. There are better places to shoot that stuff." 

"Like here?" she said, raising and twisting her head and taking the whole 
smooth, fat head of his glans into her mouth. 

He felt the delightful sensation of her tongue swirling and twirling, 
teasingly, over the heated, supersensitive flesh, while her hand now busied 
itself with fondling, tumbling and milking the fat, double-bulged sac 
beneath his penis. 

"Oh, baby, that's good!" Dirk said, with a guttural groan. "Just suck the 
head of it like that and pretend it's my kid nephew, Tommy, fucking you like 
crazy while you're doing it." 

The sucking action of her wet, fetid mouth increased as Dirk watched her 
plunge the dildo in and out other now dripping cunt, faster and faster. Her 
buttocks were now bouncing up and down wildly. She threw her feet and legs 
into the air and wild, whimpering, groaning sounds issued through her nose 
and Dirk knew she was in the throes of violent orgasm. He almost went off 
himself and only at the last moment prevented it by pulling his steaming 
prick from her mouth, with a wet, popping sound. 

She squealed, "Oh, Dirk, why did you do that? You were just about to come at 
the same time I was. I wanted to feel it squirting into my mouth, taste its 
saltiness." She reached for it again, but ht swung out of the way. 

"I know," he said. "You got me so damned hot, watching you suck and fuck 
yourself with that artificial dick, I almost blew my nuts. And I'm not ready 
yet,' he admitted. 

"Oh, then that means you're going to fuck me," Bev said happily. "That's 
beautiful, Dirk. Hurry up and take your uniform off. I want to feel your 
big, husky naked body against mine while you do it to me." She was still 
slowly, gently working the dildo in and out, in the aftermath of her climax 
and in preparation for the next one. 

"Uh-uh," he told her. "I don't really have time. I've got to be at the 
courthouse in about twenty minutes to authorize a warrant. Besides, it'll be 
something new and different to ram it to you, while I'm fully dressed." 

"Oh, I don't care, Dirk. Just come on, then, get that big thing down here 
between my legs." She slid the glistening wet dildo out, in anticipation of 
something better. 

"I got a better idea," he said. "Get up on the couch on your hands and 
knees." 

"Oh, goody, Dirk! I love it doggy-style." 

He didn't say anything until after she was up on her hands and knees, the 
great, smooth rounds of her enormous ass jutting provocatively. She swayed 
them back and forth invitingly. Dirk gave her plump cheeks a couple of hard 
but playful smacks, watching the firm flesh bounce. Then he reached out with 
both hands and squeezed them until she cried out. Finally, he told her, 
"Take that dildo and stick it back up in your cunt." 

"What?" she said, surprised. "But if I do that, how will you-" 

He gave her trembling buttocks a hard clout, interrupting her. "Dammit, do 
as I say! What I'm going to do is fuck you up the ass while you frig your 
cunt with the dildo. It'll be like having two guys at the same time. Pretend 
the dildo is Tommy's stiff young prick fucking you while I ream your pretty 
bunghole." 

"Oh, no, Dirk!" she protested. "Please, no! You know how it hurts me back 
there!" 

"Yeah. At first but then you get to love it. And I do, too. That extra 
tightness makes me blow my lump real good. Now get that other thing in 
there." 

He watched her reach down between her legs and insert the dildo and begin 
moving it in and out. He kneeled behind her and placed the length of his 
long, thick, hotly pulsing pole full against the long, deep crack dividing 
her superb buttocks. She let out a little cry of delight, feeling the heat 
and hardness of it against that sensitive place. 

Dirk worked it around there for a few moments, letting out little grunting 
sounds of pleasure. Then he said, "All right, baby, now you're ready for the 
double-fuck. You've got Tommy's hot, hard young whang in your cunt and now 
you're going to get an even bigger one all the way up your arse-hole. Right 
up to the balls. You're going to be so full of hot meat, you'll come a 
hundred times." 

With that, he spat on one hand, rubbed the spittle over the blunt, rubbery 
glans of his penis, then parted her fat, rosy cheeks. He carefully placed 
the big bullet of flesh against the pink, faintly puckered entry and began 
to press, gently, at first, then harder and harder, as Bev cried out, "Oh, 
no! NO, DIRK, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" 

"Yeah?" he answered. "What a beautiful way to die, huh?" 

Suddenly, the whole knob of his truncheon popped its way into the tight hole 
he had been probing. Dirk gave a big "AHHHHH!" of satisfaction while a small 
scream issued forth from Bev's throat. He patted the soft, resilient flesh 
of her big, thrusting ass cheeks encouragingly. "Easy, baby," he coaxed. 
"You've already got the worst part in-or the best, I guess it is. The 
rest'll be easy. Mmmmmmm! That's it, you hot bitch!" 

As he rammed in another inch, he felt Bev push back respondingly, sucking 
yet another inch of his hot, throbbing, thick instrument into her tightly 
resisting anus. At the same time she began to wield the dildo in and out of 
her slavering vagina with greater and greater rapidity. 

"Yeah, yeah!" Dirk grunted. 'Tommy's giving it to you real good in the front 
part, while I gun it up my own pretty, tight little hole. My God, your 
asshole holds it as tight as a greased fist. Oh, man, I love it this way!" 

He had it all the way in now, his pleasure increasing from the soft feel of 
her great fleshy behind pressed tightly against his loins. He let it stay 
all the way in for a moment, soaking there, feeling his tortured penis 
trying to throb and jump against the tight, hot imprisonment in which it was 
held. 

Then he slowly eased it almost all the way out, until only the head was 
imbedded and then suddenly plunged it all the way back in to the hilt. Bev 
let out a long, keening cry, half pain, half unbelievable delight. Now Dirk 
impaled her with a succession of fast, grinding thrusts, in and out, in and 
out. 

As he did so, he said, breathing hard and raggedly like an animal, "There! 
Is it getting better, Bev? Does it still hurt? You'd better hurry up and 
come. I don't know how much longer I can last." 

"Ohhhhh! AAAAAAHHHHH! Oh, yeah, it still hurts a-a little but it's beginning 
to feel nice, too! Mmmmmm! OOOHHHAAHH! Oh, that's good. Do it slow like that 
for a while!" 

Now he worked the full length of his swollen prong slowly, deliberately, in 
and out of her hot tight channel, savoring the way her anal muscles now 
gripped it, the way she began to weave her ass and thrust it back at him as 
though demanding more and more. 

"If you think this is good, Bev, wait'll I bring Tommy up here and we both 
do this to you. You'll really go crazy, with a young guy's live prick 
humping your hot cunt while I drive the spike up your asshole." 

She could do nothing but emit a series of long groans at this and Dirk heard 
the dildo slushing in and out of her soggy sex opening as she thought about 
what he had said, wanting it that way, wishing the younger man was there 
right now, with his hard, white hot ramrod fucking her fast and furiously, 
while Dick's pistoned in and out of her sucking behind. 

Just thinking about how good the real thing would be, Bev began to come, 
just as Dirk increased the speed of his own thrustings to the point where 
his pelvis slapped hard against her projecting behind with each furious jab. 
Slap, Slap, SLAP! it went. She felt as though the big, knobby head of his 
thing was slamming deep into her bowels. 

"OH! OOOOOHHHH! ARRRRGGGH!" she screamed. "I-I CAN'T STOP 
CUMMM-CUM-MMMMMIIIINNNGG!!" 

She suddenly took her hand from the dildo, leaving it deeply imbedded in her 
vagina where the trained muscles up in there milked and sucked at it. At the 
same time, she looked back between her legs and watched Dirk's huge bag of 
balls, swollen with their fiercely worked-up load of sperm, swinging back 
and forth. As she continued to spasm violently, she reached back and 
captured his swinging balls in her hand. She gently squeezed and fondled 
them, while Dirk cried out, "Oh, yes, BABY! OH, YES, I LOVE THAT! PLAY WITH 
THOSE BIG HOT NUTS, YOU HORNY BITCH, WHILE I GET THEM OFF INTO YOUR GORGEOUS 
ASSHOLE WITH THE BIGGEST FLOOD IT'S EVER HAD!" 

Groaning and grunting and crying out his ecstasy, Dirk now pumped his hot 
torpedo in and out of her vise-tight sheath in complete, crazed abandon as 
he felt his seed begin to work its way from his sac, all along the length of 
his penis, then suddenly begin to spit and squirt its way into the depths of 
her anal activity. He felt as though he was coming as he never had before. 
He did so much he felt it backing up along the length of his plunging prick 
and then with each final thrust and withdrawal, being forced out and 
squeegeeing into his pubic hair and running down onto his balls and onto 
Bev's hands, still toying there, trying to milk out every possible last drop 
from them. 

A few minutes later, he eased his limp phallus out of its now cream-flecked 
trap. He half pushed Bev off the couch. "Go get a washcloth and towel and 
clean off this prick you got so dirty, slut!" he growled. 

She ran for the bathroom and returned a moment later, with a wet, warm cloth 
and a soft fluffy towel. She carefully cleaned and dried his sagging member, 
still swollen larger than normally, even though it was no longer stiff. She 
cooed in a completely satisfied manner as she did this, softly telling Dirk 
how great it had been. Then she bent and her thick, warm, moist lips 
bestowed a series of kisses all over his penis and then gently took the firm 
but softened head into her loving mouth for one farewell suck. 

Dirk laughed at this and patted her gently on the head. "You're not a bad 
kid, you know that," he said. He stood up and tucked his pecker back into 
his fly, zipped it up. "Listen, you know what, Bev?" 

"What, hon?" 

"The more I think of that bitch of a minister's wife, Dianne Barker, getting 
you thrown off the church committee, causing you to get beaten up by your 
old man, making you a dirty joke all over town, the more it pisses me off. 
Who the hell does she think she is, that holier-than-thou slut? Her, with 
her high and mighty ways! I can't stand an uppity broad like that. She was 
probably just mad because the preacher isn't hung like that guy was you were 
giving a blow job. I think we ought to fix her big, stuck-up ass for doing 
that to you." 

"How?" 

"I haven't completely figured it out yet but I got some ideas. For one 
thing, maybe you could get her old man to fuck you. That would be a little 
bit of revenge." 

Bev gasped. "Oh, I couldn't do that! To a minister? To a man of the cloth? 
Oh, no, Dirk!" 

"Don't be silly. Just because he wears a collar backward, he's still a man, 
ain't he? Hasn't he got a dick, just like everybody else? And you know the 
saying-a stiff prick has no conscience. Even with a minister. All you have 
to do is figure how to get that thing hard for him and he'll slip it to 
you." 

She shook her head. "Oh, I don't see how I could." 

"We'll find a way," he told her. "And I think I know how to work the same 
thing with that haughty bitch of a wife of his. If I can once get her fucked 
by another man beside her husband, I'll have her by the short hairs of her 
snatch. I've got a pretty good idea how I'll manage that, too. You wait and 
see, baby, we'll get even with those two assholes. Okay?" 

She nodded dubiously. Then Dirk slammed her smartly on the behind and left 
the apartment. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tommy Farr, although he was Dirk Smithers' nephew, was completely opposite 
in every possible way, except one. Whereas Dirk's good looks were dark and 
sullen, Tommy was fair and sandy-haired. His build was tall, lean and 
whip-like, as opposed to Dirk's burliness. He was also warm, likeable, with 
a quick boyish laugh that most women thought of as "cute." Nearly everybody 
in Ebersburg either hated or feared Dirk. Hardly anybody disliked Tommy. Not 
only because he was a star athlete on the town's semi-pro football and 
baseball team but also because he was a genuine, likeable person. 

The one thing the two men had in common was a fiercely lusty appetite for 
the opposite sex. Which, most of the time, made that their favorite subject 
of conversation. 

It was said that every young girl in town had hot pants for young Tommy Farr 
and would gladly pull them off for him, at the slightest opportunity. Most 
of them never got this. Tommy liked older women. As he put it: "Most young 
chicks don't even know what it's all about. They think it's a big deal if 
they move their ass a little and give a couple of grunts, while you're 
givin' it to 'em. Me, I'll take some cute housewife whose old man is not 
givin' her enough, any day. They appreciate what they're gettin' and will 
break their hump to give you the best lay you're ever had, to make sure 
you'll come back for more." 

Dirk Smithers pretty much agreed with this philosophy, except for one young 
girl in the town. Her name was Kitty Robbins and Dirk said he could get an 
erection, just thinking about her. She was not a strikingly pretty girl but 
there was a quality of fresh, sweet-faced innocence about her face, framed 
by a fall of long, silvery blonde hair, that excited his imagination. Even 
her eyes, blue as cornflowers, held a wide, naive, little-girl look. Only 
about five feet three, Kitty was nevertheless perfectly proportioned, 
short-waisted, long-legged, with hard young buttocks round as volley-balls, 
and firm, highly set breasts that always looked as though they were 
straining to burst through her bra. Kitty was sixteen years old. 

Dirk Smithers was sitting alone in his cruiser parked near the Bijou 
Theater, watching Tommy Farr, a few doors down in front of the malt shop, 
talking with Kitty. Finally they parted with friendly waves of the hand and 
Tommy moved toward the cruiser. 

"Hi, kid, get in a minute," Dirk ordered. "I want to talk with you." 

"Sure thing," Tommy answered, trotting around the car and getting in from 
the other side. "What's up?" 

"My cock, man, that's what's up." He laughed quickly. "Not really, of 
course, but damned close to it. I was thinking, if that was me standing so 
close to that hot little cunt, Kitty, instead of you, I'd probably have to 
throw her right down on the sidewalk and bang her good, right there." 

"Oh, come on, Dirk," Tommy chuckled. "You wouldn't do a thing like that. You 
know she's probably cherry. It wouldn't even be worth it." 

"Yeah. Some guys go for that but not me. The one time I did it, I had a sore 
cock for a week. I like it nice and tight, but not that way and the blood 
bit turns me off, too. So why don't you break it in for me, Tommy? I know 
goddamned well she goes for you, big. You can tell by the way she looks at 
you. And I know that sweet and innocent type, too. Once they get started, 
get well broken in, they get wild for it, they become a piece of ass that'll 
sock it to you so hard it'll make your balls explode." 

Tommy shook his head. "Forget it, Dirk. She's too damned young for me. You 
know I don't go for that young stuff. It's not only not much good but if you 
ever get caught, it's statutory rape and besides, they're so damned dumb 
they don't know how to keep from getting pregnant. I won't go through that 
routine again. Once was enough." 

"Aw, that was three years ago that you got the banker's daughter knocked up. 
Today, even most young kids know how to take care of themselves, take the 
pill or at least know how to douche with a bottle of cola. And you might be 
very wrong about Kitty. She looks like a hot rock to me. Anyhow, keep it in 
mind and if you ever do rip it off, remember, I want seconds." 

"Sure, Dirk," Tommy said, grinning. 

"But that isn't what I really wanted to talk about. You heard what happened 
to my friend, Bev Cantrell, didn't you?" 

Tommy nodded a little uneasily. 

"Well, I've been thinking about a way to get even with that damned 
minister's wife, Dianne Barker-and maybe that prissy-looking husband of 
hers, too-for making poor Bev a town scandal. Incidentally, kid, I've known 
for a long time that you've had a yen for that nice big ass of Bev's. I 
think I can fix you up." 

"Aw, Dirk, you know I wouldn't want to fool around with any chick of yours." 

"You wouldn't, huh?" Dirk asked with a sneering laugh of disbelief. 

"Well, you know, I mean, well, maybe if you were through with her or 
something and wouldn't mind." 

"I ain't through with her. She's too good a piece. But I found out today 
that there's something she digs and I'd like to try it. She's horny to take 
on two guys at the same time. You know, blow one guy while she's being 
fucked by the other and then maybe take them both on in a sandwich job." 

Tommy's round-faced, boyish good looks showed surprise. "You mean-" 

"Sure. One up the back and one up the front." 

"How-how do you know she'd like that?" 

"Never mind. I know. And it's all set for us. Of all the guys I know, she 
probably digs you the most. She's heard what a great stud you are. So 
there's no problem. Except that you've got to do me a favor, first." 

"Sure. What is it?" 

"You've got to fuck the minister's wife, Dianne Barker." 

Tommy Farr almost slid out of the seat. His mouth gaped. His chin dropped. 
"You've got to be kidding! Nobody's ever going to get any of that stuck-up 
stuff, except her husband." 

"You could be so wrong. How-do you know until you try? You know, sometimes a 
broad like that is actually dying for some strange cock but, because of her 
looks and personality, she scares most guys off. I know about those things. 
A few years back, you remember a school teacher, name of Miss Priddy?" 

"Sure," Tommy said. "Used to walk around with her head in the air and a look 
on her face as though the whole world stunk. All the guys used to say she 
probably had such a cold cunt that she had to piss extra fast to keep it 
from freezing." 

"I know," Dirk said. "They couldn't have been more wrong. She had the 
hottest, nicest, juiciest pussy I've ever fucked." 

"You did it to Miss Priddy?" Tommy asked in an awed voice. 

"Yeah. Old Iceberg Thelma, as some of the guys called her. You know why she 
went around looking like that, all the time and was cold and rude to men?" 

"Uh-uh," Tommy shook his head. 

"She told me why. Because she was afraid of herself. She had to keep men 
away from her, especially her being a school teacher and all, because she 
was basically so damned hot that she knew once she started screwin', she 
couldn't stop, could never get enough. She didn't dare go out on a date or 
be friendly to men so that they might ask her for one because she knew 
damned well she'd wind up in the sack with the guy, give him the hottest 
fuck he'd ever had and then it would get all over town. Or at least the guy 
would be back for more and more and somebody would tumble to her problem." 

"Oh, Christ, Dirk, that's fabulous. How'd you get to make it with her?" 

"Well, I always figured she wouldn't be bad-looking, once she wiped that 
snotty look off her face. And you remember she did have a good pair of 
knockers, nice legs, and a pretty good ass on her." 

Tommy nodded. 

"So one night her car broke down and I came along and gave her a ride home. 
She had a big bag of groceries and I carried them up to her apartment for 
her. As we were going up the stairs, her in front of me, I looked at that 
ass swinging back and forth and I tells myself, Dirk, you're going to take a 
whack at that, no matter what happens. I decided to use the old shock 
treatment a real cocksman once taught me about. He said, five times out o. 
six, it may get your face slapped but that sixth time will really pay off." 

"What kind of shock treatment?" 

"Well, in the kitchen, after I set the groceries on the table and she 
wouldn't have the slightest notion that anything like that would happen-she 
was just in the act of thanking me-I moved close, ran my hand up under her 
skirt, pushed it inside her panties and took a gentle but firm hold, right 
on her snatch. At the same time, I said, real forceful-like, 'I'm going to 
fuck you, honey! Real good, just like you've wanted for so long!' " 

"Oh, wow!" 

"Wow is right. She let out this surprised gasp. That snooty look fell right 
off her face and her eyes got that hot, passionate look instead. 'Oh!' she 
cried out. 'Oh! Oh, no!" But even while she was saying that, she began to 
hump against my hand and that hotbox of hers got all nice and creamy. At the 
same time, I got like an instant hard-on. I took her hand and put it on it. 
She liked to squeeze that thing to death, right then. The next minute, she 
almost tore my clothes off. I give it to her on the kitchen table and then 
on the floor. She started to come before my schlong was halfway in and she 
didn't stop for the next twenty minutes. I had to go twice more with her, in 
the bedroom, before she'd let me go. After each time, she cried and kissed 
me all over and thanked me and told me how bad she'd needed it and I was the 
first man in a year and a half who'd had sense enough to realize it." 

"You kept givin' it to her, after that?" 

"Sure. Three or four times a week, once she found out I knew how to be 
careful and not let anybody tumble to what was going on. I had it like that 
until the end of the semester when she was transferred to a school in 
another part of the state. Anyhow, kid, you just might, just might, run into 
the same thing with that cold-looking Dianne Barker bitch. She just might be 
needing a good young stud like you to take up where her old man leaves off." 

"Hey!" Tommy said suddenly. "Talk about the devil! Here she comes." 

Dirk looked around and saw Dianne Barker, carrying several packages, 
starting to walk past the car. She was wearing a red knit dress that clung 
revealingly to her large, jutting breasts and outlined the shapeliness of 
her long and lovely legs. 

Dirk poked his head out. the window. "Mrs. Barker?" he called. "May I have a 
word with you?" 

She paused, looked back, saw who it was and frowned disapprovingly. She had 
never tried to make it any secret that she had little use for Dirk Smithers 
as a man or as an officer of the law. 

"Yes, Deputy Smithers?" she said in a frigid manner. 

He stared boldly, leeringly, straight at the twin bulges of her breasts 
pushing at the bodice of her dress. "Sorry to bother you," he told her. "But 
I'm rather surprised at a woman of your background and status in the 
community." 

"What do you mean?" she asked in an icy manner, her fine brows arching. 

"Well, I'd have thought when you were witness to a crime, that you'd report 
it to me, instead of a lot of other people," he said. 

Her mouth opened in surprise but no words came out 

"And you know, lewd and lascivious behavior in public, is a crime, don't 
you? Or maybe you didn't think what Bev Cantrell was doing with that big 
thing was lewd and lascivious at all, personally, even though you made a lot 
of other people think you did. Is that the explanation?" 

Dianne Barker's face turned crimson. For a moment she looked as though she 
might have a heart attack. Then, slowly, she pulled herself together. "Oh! 
Oh! OH! How dare you talk to me that way, you disgusting man, you! I-I can't 
take much more of you. Either this town has got to get rid of you or I'll 
have to leave?" 

Dirk Smithers just gave her an evil grin. "Better start packing, sister. I 
ain't about to go anywhere." 

She tossed her head proudly, jutted her breasts out even more prominently, 
and stalked off. 

"How about that?" Smithers laughed. "Really got her shook, didn't I? But I 
can't stand an uppity dame like that, kid. I'd like to make her eat her own 
shit which she obviously thinks is so hot. You going to try to help me? Just 
think about those big tits of hers, how good they'd taste and how she'll 
buck and howl when you make her come." 

"Oh, man, you sure make it sound like a wild trip. Maybe I ought to give it 
a try." 

"You got every chance. You go over there once a week to do odd jobs for the 
Barkers. Maybe we can figure some way to make sure the reverend isn't there 
the next time you go." 

"Lemme think about it," Tommy said, more and more intrigued, his imagination 
going to work, thinking about how good the statuesque Dianne Barker would 
look, naked. 

First, though, that afternoon, Tommy Farr, who made his living as a 
maintenance and odd job man, had another job to take care of. In fact two of 
them. The first one was to sweep and hose down the patio area around the 
pool at the Drummond residence. The second, was to take care of Mrs. Lola 
Drummond. 

Lola, at thirty-five, was the attractive wife of the town's leading 
insurance broker, a man some twenty years older than she was. Until Tommy 
came along, in the ten years of her marriage, she'd never cheated on her 
husband, even though most of the time, after they had intercourse, she felt 
frustrated, unrelieved. Sometimes, so much so that after she was sure that 
her husband was asleep, she would go to a bathroom at the other end of the 
house and masturbate until she achieved climax. During these episodes she 
nearly always fantasized that some good-looking and virile man, considerably 
younger than herself, was mounted on her. 

She was a tall, willowy redhead, small-breasted but with long, shapely legs 
and a compact little behind. She also was a quietly intelligent woman, very 
active in church and community affairs. There had never been even a breath 
of scandal about her. She nearly always sat out by the pool reading while 
Tommy did his work, but because of her quiet, reserved demeanor and spotless 
reputation, he had never even given a thought to making a pass at her. She 
just wasn't the type, he'd decided. 

Along about his sixth visit there, after he'd finished cleaning up the patio 
and was about to leave, Lola Drummond called to him, "Tommy, would you 
please come over here for a minute?" 

She was reclining on a chaise lounge, wearing a short beach robe that 
revealed her attractive legs up to mid-thigh. She set down the paperback 
book she had been reading, as Tommy approached. 

"Yes, ma'am?" he said curiously. 

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" 

He shook his head. 

"You're a very attractive young man and I've been wondering about 
something." 

"What's that, Mrs. Drummond?" 

"I'll bet you have some good times with some of the wives at the different 
places you work, don't you?" 

"Oh, no," he said, surprised. "I wouldn't do anything like that. I have too 
much respect for married women. Besides, what would they want with me, just 
an odd-job man?" 

"I can think of a number of things," she told him with a quiet smile. "And 
knowing some of the women that you do work for, I'm sure that at least some 
of them wouldn't be above making a pass at a good-looking boy like you. Now, 
'fess up, don't they?" 

Tommy had long ago learned that it was not a good idea to brag about his 
sexploits with the young wives in the town. In fact he never told anybody 
about them, except Dirk Smithers, whom he knew wouldn't repeat the stories. 
He decided to play it that way now, even though he wondered, with 
considerable surprise, if this was Lola Drummond's way of making a pass at 
him. 

Again, he shook his head. "Oh, no, ma'am. I'm afraid you're mistaken. I-I 
don't mix pleasure with business. It-it doesn't pay." 

She gave a little amused chuckle. "Well Tommy, I have a pretty good notion 
that you're lying but I'll also give you credit for being very tactful and 
not a tattletale " 

With that, she stood up and moved toward the house. "Okay, Tommy," she said. 
"Good-bye. I'll see you next week." 

Inside the house, Lola Drummond went straight to her bedroom. She shrugged 
out of the robe she'd been wearing and stood naked, in front of the mirror. 
She turned this way and that, studying her body. She had the very white, 
unusually smooth skin of the true redhead. A thick tuft of red curls bushed 
out from her prominent mound. Her breasts were not much larger than halves 
of lemons but each was topped by an unusually elongated, pale pink nipple. 
Now, thoroughly aroused, they stood out nearly an inch long. She cupped them 
and squeezed the long nipples between her fingers, letting out little 
moaning sounds. 

"You damned fool," she told her reflection. "You chickened out at the last 
minute. What's the matter with you? You found out what you wanted to know, 
that Tommy doesn't blab about his affairs. Why didn't you go ahead with it?" 

She really wasn't quite sure. She thought that perhaps because taking on a 
young lover was something she might have dreamed about but never really 
contemplated until she found out the day before yesterday that her husband 
was sleeping with his new secretary. And even though she was determined to 
get even with him by playing the same game, it just wasn't an easy step for 
her to take. 

She shook her head, annoyed with herself, and moved to the bed, fell back 
upon it. While one hand continued to toy with her aching hard nipples, the 
other moved down between her widely spraddled legs. She caressed the tufting 
red hair and then slid a finger below, found that her clitoris was already 
erect and moistly waiting. As she diddled it, she murmured aloud, "Oh, 
Tommy! 

Tommy, how I wish you were doing this to me!" 

Later, as she furiously plunged two fingers in and out of her sopping little 
well as a violent orgasm began to build in her, she screamed, "Oh, yes! OH, 
YES, TOMMY! THAT'S RIGHT, DEAR, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME! 
OOOOOHHH! MMMMMHHHH!" She came twice in rapid succession and then lay back, 
exhausted. 

At the same time, Tommy Farr was pondering Lola Drummond's rather strange 
questioning of him. For a while he wondered if this had been her way of 
making a pass, but then he dismissed the idea. He was crazy. Mrs. Drummond 
wasn't like some of the others. He could usually spot right away when a 
woman was a hotbox. This one had never shown any of the signs. 

The following week, when he returned to work at the Drummonds, he received 
the surprise of his life. Again, Lola was sitting by the pool, wearing her 
short beach robe, reading a book. She hardly paid any attention to him as he 
went about his work. This time, though, when he finished and was about to 
leave, again she stopped him. This time she dropped the book and stood up, 
and for the first time Tommy became aware of a smoky, passionate look in her 
eyes and that her lips were moist and looked slightly swollen and parted. 

"Tommy, do you ever go skinny-dipping?" she asked, a breathy quality in her 
voice that he'd never heard before. 

"Huh?" he said. 

"You know-swimming in the nude? It's fun. I do it quite often. Nobody can 
see with the high fence we have around the patio. Anyhow, there are only 
empty lots on each side of the house." 

"Yeah, I used to do it as a kid," he said. "Why?" 

"I just wondered. I-I thought you might like to join me because I'm going to 
do it right now." 

She opened her robe and threw it off and stood before him, gloriously naked, 
her eyes now boldly and hotly demanding, looked straight into his, before 
she suddenly turned, trotted to the side of the pool, giving him a view of 
her high, tightly round little behind, before she gracefully dived in. 

Tommy stood there, open-mouthed, completely caught by surprise but with 
already a lazy erection in his pants, caused by the sight of her small but 
pretty, long-nippled breasts and the fine bush of curly red hair at her 
crotch. 

A few seconds later, her head broke out of the water and she turned to him. 
"Well, what are you waiting for, Tommy? The water's fine. Strip and come on 
in." She gave a lewd little giggle. "Unless you're afraid a water sprite 
might get that thing in your trousers." 

"No, ma'am, I'm not going to worry about that," he answered and tore off his 
shirt and blue jeans. By now, the very thought of what was waiting for him 
in the pool, what was going to happen, had brought him to full, throbbing 
erection. 

Wearing nothing but his jockey shorts, as he laid his shirt and jeans on the 
pool chair, the thin cloth of his shorts were jammed out for the full seven 
inches of his excited protrusion. 

Looking at this, Lola shivered, unbelieving. Oh, God, she thought, this 
young man makes my husband look like a boy! It-it can't really be that big! 

But then he pushed down the shorts and his rammer sprang out, in full, naked 
bloom, standing at an almost forty-five degree angle and bobbing up and down 
in anticipation. 

Oh, look at it, Lola thought as he ran to the edge of the pool. It's 
beautiful so white and smooth-looking and so thick and so cute, with just 
the tip of the head peek-a-booing out of his foreskin. She realized that she 
had never done it with a man who was not circumcised. This was going to be 
different in a lot of ways. 

Then his long, lean, hard body cut the water and he surfaced a few feet away 
from her. They moved together, without saying anything and she gasped as he 
treaded water and one hand cupped and toyed with one of her breasts and the 
other explored the wet, hair-covered, spongy hot-ness between her legs. 

At the same time, her hand delved and found the big, hot and quivering 
ramrod she'd been admiring. She squeezed and fondled it, working the 
foreskin back and forth over the head. Then their lips met and opened for 
each other's tongue. Hers entered his mouth first, slithering around the 
sensitive inside of his upper and lower lips. Then it met his and lashed at 
it, like two hot, slippery little eels trying to entwine each other. When 
his tongue entered the waiting hot wetness of her mouth, it felt slick and 
thick and swollen and he plunged it in and out between her sucking lips 
madly, just the way, later, his cock would ravage her hot, throbbing sheath. 
And she thought, feeling that thick, wet thickness working in and out of her 
mouth, oh, will he do that to me down below, too? I want him to. I've always 
wanted that and my husband, Harry, would never do it. 

As they were kissing, clasped passionately together, they sunk below the 
surface of the water. When neither could hold their breath another instant, 
they came up for air, their hands still delightfully exploring the secrets 
of each other's body. 

"Oh, Tommy!" Lola groaned. "I-you must think I'm terrible. But-but I wanted 
you and I'm not very good with words. I-I didn't know how else to let you 
know." 

"You don't have to be good with words," he said into her ear, his tongue 
rimming in and out of it, making goose bumps stand up all over her, making 
her elongated nipples even stiffer as he gently tweaked them with his 
fingers. "And I don't think you're terrible. You're wonderful. And very 
beautiful." 

While they were talking, they worked their way down to the shallow end of 
the pool where they stood in water just up to their waists. 

' Not beautiful," she said. "I'm too slim and I wish I had bigger, nicer 
boobs for you." 

"They couldn't be any nicer," he said, cupping them in the palm of his hand. 
"And big doesn't mean anything. It's only what you can get in your mouth 
that counts; these are just the right size." 

So saying, he leaned over and flicked each long, quaking nipple with his 
tongue and then took turns taking them between his lips and pulling at them, 
thrilling to their long, rubbery hotness. 

She threw her head back and moaned at the delight of his sucking mouth upon 
her breasts, the vital, throbbing hardness of his large penis nestling in 
her hand. 

"Oh, don't wait too long, Tommy," she murmured. "I'm so ready. I need you so 
much. I want this nice big thing of yours in me so badly!" 

"I know," he told her, one forefinger diddling the stiff slipperiness of her 
aching clitoris. "I've never been so hot in my life, either. Have you ever 
done it in the water?" 

"No. I've always wondered what it would be like." 

"Let's see, then." He started to lift her and to spread her legs so that he 
could take her, standing up. 

"Oh, no, please, Tommy!" she pleaded. "This first time, at least, let me do 
it to you. That's something I've always wanted to do but my husband would 
never let me. He said it was emasculating. You don't think that, do you?" 

He laughed. "He must be crazy. That's great once in a while." 

She led him to the steps at the end of the pool. She sat him down on the 
second step, so that he was still under water up to his waist. Then she 
straddled his legs. She reached down and took his heavy testicles in her 
hand, teased and tickled them with the tips of her nails before lovingly 
cupping the whole fat bag. At the same time, she watched, through the clear 
water, his long, thick cock weaving back and forth like a snake about to 
strike. 

She saw that the working of her hand had pushed the foreskin all the way 
back, completely revealing the smooth, pink, acorn-shaped head. She reached 
down and forced the fleshy little hood back over the fat glans, hiding it, 
except for a small portion of the pink tip. Now, she thought, when he puts 
it in, my pussy lips will have the pleasure of unskinning that lovely knob. 

While he continued to take turns sucking her long, tumescent nips, she 
lowered herself, quivering with anticipation of the first contact. She held 
the hot, ironlike stiffness of his eager weapon steady as her hot little bun 
approached it. She was trembling and on the verge of coming just at the 
thought of that lovely monster ramming into her. 

THEN IT WAS THERE! 

She gasped as her oily groove contacted the tip of his waiting cock. She 
brushed it with the velvety soft, partially opened petals of her cunt. Then 
she had the crown placed right at her vestibule and lowered herself a little 
more. Not accustomed to an invader of this size, her slot felt unusually 
tight. She really had to bear down as her love lips gripped his prepuce and 
held it, forcing the hot naked head to burst forth from it, force its way 
into her clenching canal. 

"OH!" she cried out. "OOOOOHHH! I-I'M GOING TO COME WITH JUST THE HEAD OF IT 
IN THERE!" 

Frantically she worked the hot, sensitive opening of her pussy back and 
forth over the exposed helmet of his peter. She cried out again and again 
from the depths of her first harrowing climax, as her love juice bathed the 
fat knob nestled so tightly in the nuzzling opening of her sheath. 

"Oh, baby, baby, so good, isn't it?" Tommy crooned as he reached around and 
cupped the plump balls of her sleek and lovely ass. He then urged her to 
further engulf his weapon by pulling him closer to her. 

As his bursting tool slid further in, inch by teasing inch, Lola kept 
encouraging. "OH, THAT'S IT, LOVER! MORE! MORE! DEEPER, DEEPER! OH, MY GOD, 
I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO GOOD. OH, THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING, GIVE ME ALL OF 
IT! OOOOOHHH!! AHHHH! OOOH, THEERREE! I'VE GOT IT ALL NOW. OHH, I'M GOING TO 
HUMP THAT BIG THING UNTIL WE GO CRAZY!" 

She proceeded to do that, working up and down on the big, quivering cock 
imprisoned within her, loving the feel of his bunched-up foreskin just below 
the head, rubbing against her sensitive cuntal walls, giving extra girth to 
his already bloated, blood-engorged prick. 

Faster and faster she went, rotating, swiveling her hips, striving for every 
bit of exquisite sensation now flooding her whole body. Her long-nippled 
tits danced and jiggled crazily. Her head thrown back, mouth gaping, 
drooling, she churned the water with her furious assault on the big 
pile-driver imbedded in her hotly honeyed channel. 

As her second climax approached rapidly, Lola was beyond words. Only 
gibberish...the sounds of anguished, unbearable pleasure came from deep in 
her throat. 

Feeling her hotly pumping cunt become even more soupy as her love cream 
again laved his straining dick, Tommy knew that he couldn't hold out much 
longer. Getting a good grip on the globes of her ass, he pulled her to him 
and stood up, bringing her with him. Instantly her flailing legs scissored 
about his waist. Bearing her weight fully, his dong still deep in her, he 
staggered up the steps of the pool. Gently, without letting his rod free 
from its delightfully sucking prison, he placed her on the grass, near the 
edge of the pool. 

Now, crouched between her legs, he really went to work. He ground and jammed 
and slammed his slick and sopping cock in and out of her tunnel. Weird cries 
of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, came from deep in her throat. 
Her eyes were walled back. Her small round ass now started moving in 
contrapuntal rhythm with his and after a few minutes of their wild, mutual 
grinding, Tommy called out, "Oh, baby! Oh, Lola, doll! HERE IT COMES! YOU'RE 
GOING TO GET IT ALL. I'M GOING TO SHOOT THE BIGGEST LOAD OF MY LIFE! OH, YOU 
BEAUTIFUL BITCH, YOU'VE GOT ME! I'M CUMMMM -CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG! UH! AH! OH! 

MMMMMMNNNNNNN!" 

Sobbing as she came along with him, Lola's tortured cunt welcomed the hot 
flood of thick white juice spewing from his spurting prick, now even thicker 
and harder as it emptied his contracting testicles. She felt it squirt out 
around the base of his plunging tool, felt it run stickily down into the 
crack of his ass. She felt as though her whole body was being filled with 
come and she loved it. 

Afterward, they remained clinging to each other, as Lola hugged him, nibbled 
at his earlobes, caressed his broad back and told him how wonderful he was. 
"I've never had it like that before, angel," she whispered. "I guess I never 
even knew what a good fucking was like. I do now, though, darling!" She 
shuddered. "Oh, God, how sweet it was. I could almost come again, just 
remembering." 

In a few minutes, she got Tommy a robe from a poolside dressing room and 
they both went into the house. While Lola went into the bathroom to douche, 
Tommy washed off his penis in the kitchen. When Lola rejoined him, she made 
coffee and a sandwich for them. They ate, perched on bar stools at the 
kitchen snack bar. 

As they finished, Lola dabbed her red, full lips with a napkin and with her 
eyes sparkling ana her face flushed with approaching sexual heat, she said, 
"And now, lover boy, I think I'd like a little dessert." 

She let her robe fall open and knelt before Tommy as he perched on the edge 
of the high stool. She gently opened his robe, revealing his limp penis and 
his round balls dangling over the edge of the stool. 

"Well," Lola said, gently taunting. "The proud beauty doesn't look quite so 
formidable now, does he? But I like him, even like this. He's still cute." 
Her hand gently fondled his flaccid organ, then dropped to toy with the 
plump bag of twin jewels beneath it. 

"Mmm," she cooed. "These seem to be filling up nicely. It shouldn't be too 
long now." 

Then the tips of her fingers moved to a fold of his foreskin, which, when 
his phallus was not distended, protruded from the tip like a tiny lip. She 
teased this with her fingertips and then bent forward and brushed it with 
her wet hot tongue. Then she took the little fold of soft man flesh between 
her moistened lips and tugged and sucked on it while flicking it with her 
tongue. 

"Oh, wow! Crazy, doll!" Tommy said. "Oh, that's doing the trick, baby!" 

She felt the little lip of foreskin slip from her mouth as his rammer began 
to rapidly harden, forcing it to recede a little way back on the expanding 
glans. Quickly, Lola took the whole fleshy acorn into her mouth, thrilling 
to the sensation of it thickening and lengthening until finally it was in 
full, throbbing erection. 

Then she released it, wet and glistening, and forced the prepuce once again 
as far up over the quivering cockhead as she could. Now she slightly pursed 
her lips and with that pressure alone forced the sensitive fold of flesh all 
the way back, uncapping the round, rubbery smoothness, forcing the pink, 
naked sensitiveness of the nude tip of his large prong into her mouth. Her 
tongue rolled around it, licking the ridge, twirling around the little eye 
in the top of it. 

After a few minutes of this, with a little shiver of joy, Lola let the wet 
head of his pecker slip from her sucking lips. She gripped the thick shaft 
firmly and shook it admiringly, then leaned forward and made it flog, like a 
thick, hot velvet covered club, against her titties. The hardness and 
hotness of it lightly belting her tender little boobs felt delightful. 

"Mmmmmm, Tommy!" she whispered. "My titties like this lovely big cock of 
yours. I wish they were a lot bigger so you could fuck me between them." 

"You keep that up," he told her, "and I won't need to. I'll shoot my wad all 
over those pretty little things, anyhow." 

Then he squirmed down off the stool. Lola stood up. He took off her robe. He 
bent and sucked her twitching nipples. He hugged her to him, both of them 
enjoying the sensation of his long, thick, pulsing hard weapon jammed 
against her soft white belly. His hands cupped and squeezed the round little 
cheeks of her bare ass. 

"Okay," he told her then. "Now it's my turn." 

He quickly lifted her up onto a stool, kneeled before her and spread her 
long, white-fleshed thighs. He stared admiringly at the pouting little plum 
peeping from between the fringes of red curls that framed it. He moved his 
face toward it and suddenly his tongue stuck out and he wiped the whole 
warm, wet length of it along the slightly swollen and protruding lips of her 
exposed pussy. 

Lola let out a long squeal of pleasure which never ceased as Tommy got down 
to some serious lapping. Up and down between the now widely opened lips, his 
tongue swabbed, tickling and licking the more sensitive inner petals of 
pink. It delved deeply into the top of her slit and located the little love 
button, already wet and sticking out like a miniature prick. He flogged it 
with his tongue, while Lola went wild and almost fell off the stool. She 
grabbed his head and held it to her crotch, while wild keening sounds issued 
from deep in her throat. 

"Oh, yes, darling!" she cried out. "OH! MY! OHMYYEE! I-I CAN'T HARDLY STAND 
IT BUT I LOVE IT. OH, YES, TOMMY, SUCK ME, SUCK IT FOR ME GOOD, MAKE ME COME 
IN YOUR MOUTH! OH! OH! OOHH! I AM, I AM! HERE IT COMES! OOHHH, BEEFFULL! OH, 
YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD WITH YOUR TONGUE! UH! UH! MMMNN! EEYYIEE!" 

As her sweet cream flushed into his gobbling mouth, Lola almost lost 
consciousness. She would have fallen from the stool, if Tommy had not 
grabbed her. He set her down gently on the floor, climbed between her widely 
spread legs and while she was still coming, quickly rammed his twanging hard 
horn into her hotly bubbling pussy. 

He hunched and rammed and plunged in and out of her as Lola lay limply now, 
too weak with ecstasy to move, continuing to spasm without stopping. After 
about ten minutes, she cried out, "Oh, please, Tommy, no more right now! 
I-I'm going to faint! I can't come anymore!" 

But she did. Once more, joining him as he socked his second load of gushing 
sperm deep into the hot, milking depths of her contracting cunthole. 

That was the way it began for Tommy and Lola Drummond. She proved to be 
almost insatiable and he had to neglect some of his other hot-blooded young 
housewives in order to be able to take care of her. It was worth it. He 
found her inventiveness in the art of fucking terrifically stimulating. She 
had him do it to her in every room of the house. He gave it to her in the 
shower, sitting on the John, perched on the edge of the kitchen sink, 
standing on a ladder, over ths back of a chair, on a water bed, even a 
beanbag chair. 

Sometimes she greased and oiled them both before they began. She would make 
him rape her. Sometimes she would suck him off to begin with, so that he 
could last much longer the second time. Once she masturbated him so that she 
could see how much he came, what a lot she received in her mouth when she 
went down on him. 

She had him stand over her while she reclined on the bed and fingereH 
herself to orgasm as she furiously frigged his great throbbing tool. When he 
finally came, his milky white jism fountained all over her, forming big 
puddles on her belly, deluging her small tits, drops of it clinging to the 
long, upthrust nipples. When he was finished, she took her free hand and 
smeared the creamy fluid all over her and then, lustfully, licked her 
fingers and finally cleaned his still slightly dripping peter with her 
tongue. 

After each of these sessions, Lola Drummond felt sated, drained, physically 
satisfied, but at the same time emotionally tormented. She felt filled with 
loathing and disgust with herself. She wondered how she could possibly be 
such a wild, wanton animal, such a bitch in heat. She would always tell 
herself that it would never happen again. Suppose one of these days her 
husband, Harry, came home early and caught them? She knew she had to stop, 
tell Tommy not to come there anymore. 

She couldn't, though. She was hooked. She had to have that virile, always 
ready and eager young penis. She could no longer stand the frustrating 
neglect of her husband. She'd gotten used to good cock once a week and now 
she had to have it and that was all. 

When it did end, it was in a way that Lola really hadn't anticipated. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The day that Tommy Farr discussed with Dirk Smithers his possible seduction 
of the minister's wife, Dianne Barker, when he left Dirk's company, he 
jumped into his pickup truck and headed for the north side of town, where 
the Drummonds lived. He had, of course, no idea that this visit would be any 
different than the others. He would probably get blown as well as laid, have 
a hell of a good time for himself and that would be it. 

It had become a ritual for him and Lola to always begin in the same way. 
First he would quickly do his job, washing down and cleaning up the patio. 
Only now he performed these chores in the nude, so that Lola could get 
herself turned on, looking at his well-proportioned, big, rangy, naked young 
body. At the same time, she would recline on the chaise lounge, also nude, 
sometimes gently, teasingly fingering herself, while she watched Tommy 
nakedly going about his work. Sometimes, he would catch her at this and his 
penis would leap to quick erection, wagging and whomping about as he 
continued to work. 

When his job was finished they would both take a quick dip in the pool so 
that they would be nice and clean before beginning their torrid lovemaking. 
What neither of them knew was that for the past two weeks they had an 
audience. They also had one, this day. 

The lot next door to the Drummond place, was thickly covered with high weeds 
and tangled shrubbery, which grew in dense profusion right up against the 
fence that surrounded the pool area and the rest of the property. Except for 
one spot where, for some reason, there was no foliage. This small bower, 
about ten feet large, was nestled right up against the fence where it 
enclosed the Drummonds' pool area. 

It had been discovered by a twelve-year-old boy named Neal, who lived 
several blocks up the street. Neal had played in the lot for some time 
before he discovered this perfect little hideout. 

At the age where he'd recently discovered the intense pleasure of feeling 
his stiffened penis in his fist, but fearful of being caught doing it in his 
own home, Neal was enthralled by this "secret place" as he thought of it. 

Nearly every day he would go there, play with himself, and work up to the 
high peak of pleasure that he was now able to achieve, even though he was 
still too young to ejaculate, but which was almost but not quite as 
satisfying as orgasm. Some days he was able to get this extreme feeling 
several times. 

The first few times at the bower, Neal discovered a knothole in the fence at 
about eye level, through which he had a good view of the Drummonds' pool 
area. But there was never anybody there. Then, a few weeks ago, while he was 
ecstatically busy rubbing himself off with his fist, he heard some strange 
sounds emanating from the other side of the fence. 

He moved to the knothole and his eyes almost bugged out as he observed a 
naked man and woman, embracing. Then they moved a little apart and he saw 
the man's violently erect phallus sticking out and upward, watched the woman 
then take it into her hand and fondle it. He was particularly fascinated by 
the woman's breasts and by the blazing thatch of red hair at her crotch. He 
had never before seen two adults naked like that. 

He knew about fucking but only by hearsay, lie had often wondered what it 
would look like. He soon found out as he watched Tommy and Lola engage in a 
full bout of sexual foreplay and then witnessed Tommy ramming it to her, 
doggy-style, as she got down on hands and knees in a grassy area near the 
pool edge. While he watched, Neal's own hand 'flew up and down his own rigid 
little penis and he achieved near-climax four or five times before Tommy and 
Lola finished their first bout and moved on into the house. 

Every day after that, at the same time, Neal visited the knothole in the 
fence, hoping he would see something else. He didn't, though, until a week 
later, on the regular day for Tommy's visit to the Drummonds' place. 

Unknown to Neal, he was arousing the curiosity of an eleven-year-old 
neighbor girl, Tricia, with whom he sometimes played. At three o'clock each 
day-the time he'd first spotted Tommy and Lola -Neal stopped playing with 
Tricia and took off for the lot next to the Drummonds' place. He always gave 
Tricia some double-talk excuse about why and where he was going but this 
never really satisfied her curiosity. So one time, she decided to follow 
him. 

This was on the day that Neal got his second look at the fiery sexual antics 
of Tommy and Lola. When he reached the hideout and peeked through the 
knothole, his heart leaped with jubilance. They were there! Both of them 
gloriously naked and with the woman down on her knees in front of the 
standing man, with half of his large, stiff dingus stuffed into her mouth. 

Fascinated, Neal watched her suck, as he quickly took out his own hard 
little peter and went to work on it. He wondered what it would feel like to 
have someone suck on his like that. Would it be even better than his hand? 
Probably so or the man wouldn't be letting her do it. At the same time, Neal 
got very excited, watching the woman toying with her own red-bushed pussy. 

Wow, all that hair she has there, he thought. And what was down below, in 
between her legs? What would it look like up close, how would it feel if 
she'd let him feel her there? 

Neal was so busy watching the sensual tableau being performed for him, 
unknowingly, that he didn't even hear the rustling approach to his hideaway, 
of the little girl Tricia. Or if he did hear, probably thought it was just a 
squirrel or something. 

At the edge of the hideaway, Tricia found an opening in the branches, 
through which she could look inside. She could hardly believe what she saw. 
There was old Neal, peeking through a hole in the fence and-and what was his 
hand doing? Good grief, he had his fly opened and his thing out and he was 
playing with it, rubbing it! Oh, wow-eee! 

It had, of course, never occurred to Neal that Tricia also was going through 
the throes of her first sexual awakening. To him she was just a grubby, not 
really very pretty little girl with whom he was forced to play because his 
only two male friends in the neighborhood had gone away for the summer. But 
though Neal had no sexual interest in her, Tricia did for him. Sometimes 
when she got the good feeling between her chubby legs and she had to rub 
herself there or else, if nobody was home, get a clothespin, put some cold 
cream on it and work it in and out of the tight little opening down there, 
pushing aside the ruptured hymen that had been broken when she was nine, 
while riding on a seesaw. And these times, she would think about her friend, 
Neal, and wonder how big his thing was and what it would feel like if she 
could hold it. She often wished she had the nerve to ask him to show it to 
her, while in turn she would show him hers. But once, when he gave her a 
frog he had caught, Tricia had tried to kiss him and he had pushed her away 
with a remark that he didn't like that "mushy stuff." Probably, she 
reasoned, looking at each other's thing, would come under the same heading. 

Once, a year ago, she had watched a friend of her mother's changing the 
diapers on a male baby. She had watched, fascinated by the sight of the tiny 
penis and the two little testes beneath it. Especially when, as the mother 
was powdering the baby, it had an erection. She had often wondered if that 
ever happened with Neal and if so, would it get a lot longer and thicker? 

Now, peering through the bushes, she found out. As Neal paused, temporarily, 
she got a good look at that stiff thing, sticking out of his pants. It was 
just like the baby's, only way bigger. She was surprised at the size of it, 
almost five inches long and sticking straight out, thicker than her finger 
and bobbing up and down, the head of it flaring out, fatter then the rest of 
it. It looked something like the clothespin, only larger and better and 
nicer. 

As Neal once again began to jerk it with his hand, Tricia could restrain 
herself no longer. She suddenly went: "Psssssst! Neal! What are you doing?" 

The boy would have liked to shrivel right up and die when he heard that 
voice. He spun around, trying with one hand to hide his hard penis, while 
with the other he hastily tucked it back inside his fly- 

"Wha-what?" he whispered. "Who-who is it?" 

The girl now pushed through the thick foliage to join him in the little 
moss-floored dim, cool bower. "It's me, Tricia," she said, unnecessarily. "I 
asked you what you were do--" 

Her words cut off as Neal put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion 
and nodded toward the fence. "Be quiet," he said sotto voce. "If they hear 
us, know we're spyin', we'll both be in trouble." 

"They, who?" she demanded in a whisper. At the same time, she moved toward 
the knothole through which Neal had been peeking. 

"Hey, no!" he whispered. "You'd better not look through there!" 

"Why not?" 

"You-you'll be sorry, that's why!" He groaned to himself. Knowing girls, 
when Tricia saw what he'd been watching, she'd probably scream or faint or 
something. 

"Oh, poof!" she said aid placed her eye against the knothole. She sucked in 
a surprised breath at the sight she was suddenly witnessing. There was a 
naked man and lady in there. And-and the woman was standing up, with one 
foot resting on a deck chair, her long, sexy-looking legs slightly opened. 
In front of her, a good-looking young man was kneeling and his face was 
buried into the place below the woman's luxurious growth of pussy hair. What 
was he doing, Tricia wondered. Was he sucking her there, licking her there? 
What else could it be? Then she observed the man's penis, looking huge to 
her, the bulbous pink glans completely unbonneted, almost glowing an'' his 
hand upon it, gently massaging it, just as Neal had been doing with his, 
only slower. She watched the man's fatly swollen testicles swinging back and 
forth. She listened to the cries of tormented delight the woman was making 
and knew, instinctively that it was not from pain but intense sexual 
pleasure. 

Suddenly Tricia's own genitals began to tingle and get that good, good 
feeling, only much more so than ever before and she wished she had a 
clothespin to push in and out of her moistened slit, while she watched the 
man play with his big thing and lick the woman's hairy pussy. In her 
excitement, Tricia momentarily forgot about Neal. 

Neal, a little surprised that Tricia showed no violent reaction as he had 
expected, now ventured softly, "What are they doing now?" 

At first, she was embarrassed to answer and then realizing that he had been 
watching the same thing, as a fellow conspirator, she became quite bold. In 
a breathless whisper, she said, "He's licking her thing and playing with 
his! Oh, what a big one he's got and what a lot of hair both of them have." 
She began to breath hard. "Do you like to watch them doing that, Neal? I 
guess you do, all right, or you wouldn't be here. Well, I do, too. So now we 
both have a secret on each other." 

"You mean you won't tell anybody about this?" 

"Uh-uh. Why should I? I'd get in as much trouble as you, wouldn't I?" 

Reassured, he said, "I guess so. Okay, well how about giving me a turn?" 

"Oh!" Tricia said excitedly. "Now they're doing something else. He-he's got 
his finger in her thing and she's playing with his. Oooooooh, that must feel 
nice for both of them!" 

Almost roughly, Neal pushed her out of the way and once again glued his own 
eye to the peephole. As he watched the man and the woman manipulate each 
other, while they kissed and the man toyed with her long-pointed breasts, 
Neal's penis once more arose stiffly inside his pants. He wished he could 
take it out and rub it. 

A moment later, he was surprised to feel Tricia's hand clasp the hardness 
bulging out the cloth of his trousers. He gasped. The touch was so 
different, so much better than his own. 

"Oh, Neal," he heard her whisper excitedly. "Yours is nice and hard just 
like his. Can I do this? Is it all right?" 

He felt his pecker jump and throb in the grip of her little fondling 
fingers, outside his pants. "I-I guess so, if you want to," he said. 

"I do, I do," she told him. "Tell me what they're doing, now?" 

"Oh!" Neal groaned. "He's lying down and she's getting on top of him. Oh, 
wow, she's got it in her now and is going up and down on it." 

The sight got him so aroused that he hardly noticed that now Tricia was 
running down his zipper, her hand moving inside his fly. Her questing 
fingers soon found his sticky, hard, hot little dick and taking hold of it 
to bring it out into the open, she was amazed how excited the strange feel 
of the thing got her. The heat of it surprised her; it was almost as though 
it had a fever. Was that where the expression, getting hot, came from? No 
matter, it was lovely to look at and to hold. 

She held it in her fist and worked it up and down, while she looked at it, 
studied it, admired it. So this was what a boy's cock looked like! She let 
it go for a few seconds and watched its excited, spastic jumping. Mmmmm, 
look at that shiny, reddish knob on the end! Her little hand now cupped 
that, reveling in the hot, hard, rubbery feel of it. If she could only put 
that in her, how much better it would be than the clothespin. And wet as she 
was already down between her legs, she probably wouldn't even require any 
cold cream. 

"What are they doing now, Neal?" she whispered excitedly, her hot little 
hand frigging away at the rigid little prick it was holding. She won-if Neal 
was old enough to have the white stuff that made babies, shoot out, if she 
did this long enough. She decided that would be exciting to see and she 
wouldn't care even if it got all over her hand. 

"She's-she's still squatting on top of him, going up and down on his cock!" 

Tricia's own small pussy churned, thinking how good that big one of the 
man's must feel in the woman's hairy niche. 

"I've got to see that, too," Tricia said. "Let me look." 

Dutifully, Neal stepped aside and Tricia peeked. Oh, it was something to 
see, all right. Now the couple had moved around so that her behind was 
toward the fence. Tricia could see quite plainly the man's big pole reaming 
in and out, watch his large balls bounce. Once, for a second or two, it 
slipped out and Tricia saw the whole bloated thing, slick with the woman's 
come, as it wagged about as though desperately looking for the hole it had 
just vacated. Then the woman's hand moved down and grabbed it and hurriedly 
stuffed it back up in her and again began her furious humping up and down. 

All the time Tricia was watching, she continued to play with Neal's turgid, 
throbbing peter. She wished she had one like that; she'd play with it all 
the time. 

"Hey, my turn again," Neal whispered. 

She stepped aside and as he peered through the peephole, Tricia decided that 
she also wanted to see Neal's little round things, too. She worked his belt 
buckle open, took down his pants and then his shorts. And there they were, 
nestled below the base of the shaft, white, little twin rondures almost as 
large as walnuts. With her free hand, she felt them, thrilling to their 
strange, warm, spongy feel. 

Suddenly, on impulse, she leaned forward and took the smooth red crown of 
his stiff young cock right into her mouth. There was a strange musky scent 
to it that she liked. She sucked it and swabbed it with her tongue, rolling 
the fat, hot little morsel all around in her mouth. 

At this unbelievable, wonderful new sensation, Neal momentarily was 
distracted from what he had been watching and looked down, at Tricia's head 
bobbing back and forth, watching the head of his dong working in and out of 
her mouth. Oh, wow, she was sucking it for him while she played with his 
nuts! He had never known anything could feel so good. He could feel his 
pseudo climax coming on and had to move his hips. With this, Tricia's head 
became still so he could fuck his horny little tool in and out of her wet, 
delightfully sucking mouth. Neal's good feelings built and built until he 
felt as though he could hardly repress a scream of delight but somehow he 
managed. 

A few moments later, Tricia reluctantly let the boy's bonbon slide from her 
wet little mouth and suddenly stood up, Once again she was holding his 
sopping pecker in her hand. "I've got to look again," she told him. 

With her eye at the knothole, she said disappointedly, "Oh, darn, Neal! 
They've gone. I guess maybe they went into the house to finish." 

She turned to him. "I don't care, though, do you? We can have some fun here 
with ourselves. Nobody can see. Have you ever done it?" 

He shook his head, watching her undo some buttons on the front of her dress. 
"Uh-uh," he said. 

"Do you know how?" 

He shrugged. "You just put it in, I guess." 

She giggled. "I'll show you." Now she pulled the dress up over her head and 
off, hung it on a nearby branch. 

"Hey," Neal said, startled. "Why you getting all undressed? All you got to 
do is take your pants down." 

"I can't do that, dumbbell," she told him. "My underwear is all one piece, 
like a jumper." 

He saw then that it was true. Wide-eyed, he watched her peel the straps of 
her underwear top down from her shoulders, to her waist. His eyes bulged at 
what he saw then. Oh, boy, he thought. She's got tits. Not very big but they 
are titties! Really they weren't much more than little swellings, topped by 
little red, pebble-like nipples. 

"I didn't know you had those," he said admiringly. 

"They're not much but they'll get bigger later on. You can feel 'em if you 
want." 

Then he watched her pull the rest of her underwear off and felt a little 
more comfortable to see that as yet she had no hair down there, either. He 
stared curiously at the tight little slit down the middle of her plump 
little mound. At the same time, he reached up and felt her budding breasts. 
They were so warm and smooth and strange feeling and the tips of them were 
like little red nuggets of hard rubber sticking out. He rubbed these with 
his forefinger and Tricia made a little mmmmmm sound of pleasure. 

"You can suck them if you like," she told him. "That might feel nice. But 
don't bite. That'd hurt." 

Neal still had his shorts and trousers huddled around his ankles and as he 
took turns touching his tongue to the sweet, hard little titty tips, Tricia 
again began playing with his ready weapon. As he then took turns sucking the 
whole of each little swelling into his mouth, she took one of his hands and 
put it between her legs. He was surprised to feel that she was wet down 
there and that the slot, opened, now, to his exploring finger, extended well 
down in between her slightly parted little baby-fat thighs. 

Her tiny round bottom tightened and twitched from the combined delicious 
feelings of his burning hot, swollen cock in her hand and the probing of his 
finger in her small cunt-let. "Mmmmmm, so nice!" she moaned, humping her 
hips. "But it'll be even better when you put your stiff peepee in me. I -I 
can hardly wait." 

Taking this as a cue, Neal stopped sucking her nubbins and moved even 
closer, reached down and took his prick from her hand and placed the tip of 
it against the top of her crevice and began pushing, trying to get it in 
there. For a few moments, Tricia let him continue because the rubbing of his 
rubbery hot little glans against her clitoris felt so good, so much better 
than her own finger ever had. Her clitty still wasn't much larger than a 
pimple but already had all of its extreme sensitivity. 

After a few minutes of Neal's futile thrusting to try to lodge the head of 
his dick into the part where it wasn't meant to go. Tricia felt sorry for 
him. She told him, "No, silly. That isn't where it goes. Lie down on your 
back and I'll show you what to do." She was remembering what she had seen 
the red-haired woman doing. 

Obediently, Neal got down on the ground, his now even more agitated young 
phallus sticking straight up, the knob on the end of it red and 
angry-looking. Tricia promptly straddled him, reaching down to gently clasp 
the hot little iron she wanted and now needed so badly. She lowered herself 
until she was able to mop the crimson crown back and forth against her 
drooling slit, so smooth and hairless. 

As she did this, she let out little gasps and moans of heretofore unknown 
pleasure and finally carefully placed the rubbery smooth summit of his 
throbbing cock right at her tiny opening and pressed downward. A long squeal 
of pleasure escaped from her as she felt the round hardness force its way 
into the girlish tightness of her pretty quim. Quickly she forced it deeper 
and deeper, gasping, almost sobbing at how much better it felt than the 
clothespin. This was alive and throbbing and boiling hot. 

As she worked up and down on it, slowly, at first, both of them grunted and 
groaned their pleasure in unison. Then, her well-oiled little crease working 
on his prong like a suckling pig, she began to move faster and faster, up 
and down, up and down, the way she had seen the woman doing it. 

"Oh," she cried out. "We're fucking! We're fucking! Oh, I like it! 
OOOOOHHHH, NEAL! AHHHHH! OH, FUCKING IS SO GOOD!" 

A few moments later, as she was yo-yoing up and down at an even more furious 
pace on his small but randy organ, she felt him begin to hump back up at 
her, his own hips moving with her own, meeting her thrust for thrust. Then 
he cried out: "Oh, Tricia! OOOOHHHH! OOOOFFFF! OH, WOW! TRICIA, YOU-YOU'D 
BETTER GET OFF! SOME-SOMETHING'S GOING-GOING TO HAPPEN!" 

But she couldn't stop. Something was happening with her, too. She had 
thought that she had come before, diddling herself with her finger or the 
clothespin, but now she knew it never really had happened. 

BUT IT WAS NOW! SHE WAS GOING OFF! SWELLING WAVES OF UNBEARABLE SENSATION 
WERE ENGULFING HER, MAKING THEIR FIERY, HEAVENLY FEELING FELT IN HER 
BREASTS, IN HER LITTLE WHITE BELLY, IN HER TINY WOMB, UP AND DOWN THE SWEET 
SOFTNESS OF HER CLENCHING THIGHS AND EVEN IN HER TINY BUD OF AN ASSHOLE! OH, 
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! IT WAS TOO MUCH. BUT IT WAS HAPPENING! 

She felt her young, fresh juices inundating the feverish, red-hot spike of 
the new young manhood on which she was impaled, humping up-and down on it. 

Then Neal cried out, "OH! OH! I-I TOLD YOU! NOW-NOW, IT-IT'S TOO LATE! 
OOOOHHHH! WAAAAHHH! OH! OH! UHHHH! OH! OH! OHHHHHH! I'M-I'M 
SHHOOOOTTTIIINNNGGG!" 

And she felt the sudden rich warm spurts of his first burst of semen 
streaming into her, creaming the sensitive tissues of her virginal cunt 
walls and it heightened her own maddening pleasure, causing her to go into 
one final fit of convulsive gyrations on his cock as her tight little peach 
milked out every last drop. 

A few minutes later, when his limp penis popped out of her, both of them got 
up and silently, quickly got dressed. They didn't know what to say. They 
avoided each other's glance. Then they filed out of the little bower As they 
neared their own block, Tricia suddenly turned to him and her mouth twisted, 
glistening tears in her eyes, she said vehemently, "Nealie, you-you're an 
awful little boy! I hate you! Hate you!" Then she ran away from him. 

Neal stood dumbfounded. What was the matter with her, he wondered. He hadn't 
done anything that she hadn't done, too. He shook his head, unable to 
understand this first experience with the contradictory workings of the 
female mind. 

A week later, though, it was Tricia who said to him, "Neal, let's go-you 
know!" 

This time, through the knothole, they were treated to the sight of Tommy 
doing it to Lola wheelbarrow style. She was resting on the palms of her 
hands on the patio and Tommy held her thighs scissored about his waist and 
was ramming into her exposed and wide-open vagina from the back in a 
standing-up position. 

While the youngsters were staring, a little startled, at this act, they were 
interrupted by a man blundering through the bushes, behind them. He was a 
big man, with a bulldoggish face, graying temples and a slight paunch. It 
was Harry Drummond. He had returned to town unexpectedly early and as he 
passed the lot saw Neal and Tricia furtively sneaking in there. Curious 
about their rather guilty-looking actions, he followed. Now he pushed into 
the bower, bellowing, "What are you kids doing here? What are you spying 
on?" 

Then he pushed them aside and peered through the knothole in the fence. What 
he saw was his wife, Lola, naked and sprawled on the side of the pool where 
she had been unceremoniously dumped when Tommy had heard and recognized 
Harry Drummond's big, deep voice. He also saw the back view of a naked man 
running from the patio into the house. 

While he was busy looking at this, the youngsters fled the bower. In his 
fury at realizing he'd just interrupted a cuckolding session by his wife and 
another man, Drummond forgot about them and turned and tore back through the 
bushes of the lot to his car. He sped into his driveway, leaped out and ran 
into the house. Tommy was already gone, out the back way. Lola, though, was 
cowering, trembling, still naked, in a bedroom. 

"Oh, Harry! I-I'm sorry! Oh, Harry, no, no, don't hurt me!" 

"Where is he?" Drummond stormed. "I want him! I'll kill him, fucking my 
wife, the son of a bitch! Where is he?" 

"I-I don't know," she whimpered. "G-g-gone, I guess." 

"The cowardly mother-fucker, he'd better be gone," he railed. "Who was it, 
anyhow?" 

Possibly hoping to avoid further trouble, Lola lied, "I-I don't know. I 
mean, nobody we know, Harry. Just-just some salesman!" 

"Just some salesman," he roared. "A perfect stranger? That makes it even 
worse." 

He strode toward her. "Stand up, bitch!" He reached down and grabbed her 
arm, yanked her to her feet. Then he spun her sprawling onto the bed. She 
landed with her long, beautiful legs splayed open. He looked at the still 
moist from Tommy's fucking flower of her womanhood peeping from its cloister 
of tiny red curls and felt his cock leap and begin to harden in his 
trousers, in spite of his rage. 

"You filthy cunt, screwing behind my back!" he raged. "I'll fix you!" 

"Harry! Harry!" she pleaded. "I-I only did it to get even with you. I-I know 
you've been doing it to your secretary, Evvie!" 

"Oh, you do, do you? Well, that's got nothing to do with it. Maybe you drove 
me to do that, with your damned prissiness in bed. Don't you know that a man 
needs, sometimes, more than a plain ordinary fuck. He needs a woman who can 
be wild, who can be a whore for him, who'll not only fuck him but suck him 
and let him do it to her and get more than just a little mechanical action 
into a piece of ass. Anyhow, that's got nothing to do with it. No wife of 
mine is going to give it to another guy. I'll whip her rotten little ass so 
that she'll never do it again!" 

With that he strode to a dresser, picked up a hair brush. Back at the bed, 
he reached down and rolled her over onto her stomach. He looked down at. her 
taut, quivering little white behind. 

"Oh, Harry!" she wailed. "What-what are you going to do?" 

"You damned well know," he told her and kneeled on the side of the bed. With 
one hand placed in the middle of her back, he held her down. The other one 
wielded the hairbrush in its first hard, splatting whack down onto her bare, 
tender buttocks. 

"Oh, no, Harry, don't!" she pleaded, blubbering, her rear end already 
feeling as though it was on fire from that first blow. "Don't! I-I'll be a 
good wife, a good whore for you in bed, from now on!" 

"Hah!" he said, bringing the hairbrush down once more on the reddening 
cheeks of her butt with a loud smack. "You wouldn't even know how!" 

"OOOOHHHH! Oh, yes, I would, Harry. I-I know how, now!" 

He paused, surprised. "Oh, you do, eh? You rotten little twat! You learned 
how from him, I suppose?" 

"Yes, Harry. I-I guess so. You see, I-I didn't think that's what you wanted. 
I thought you wanted me to be a lady and no lady is supposed to do those 
things, so I didn't do them. But-But I wanted to do them, Harry. When-when I 
didn't think I could with you, I had to find someone else." 

"Oh, you dirty bitch!" he roared. "How dare you tell this to me." 

He swung the brush once more against her red and smarting hams. "What did 
you learn, then, whore? How to suck?" 

"Yes!" she screamed defiantly, squirming from the pain in her buttocks. 

"And how to get on top and ride the flagpole?" 

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. 

"And how nice it is to have your cunt sucked?" 

"Ohhhhh, no more spanking, Harry! Please!" she sobbed. "I've been punished 
enough. I'll only do those things with you, from now on. I-I won't even want 
anybody else." 

He gave her glowing buttocks one more hard swat and then said, "All right. 
Give me a sample." He ripped open his fly zipper, pulled out his great fat, 
bleating, purple-headed cock. He moved near her head, yanked it around and 
presented his rock-hard, wagging whang to her mouth. 

"Take it," he said. "Let me see how good you've learned to suck." 

She raised up on her elbows, still sniffling from the pain in her bottom 
cheeks, reached out and gripped his raging hard horn. She moistened her lips 
and formed them into an O, then guided his smooth and swollen glans into it, 
just sucking the tip, flicking her tongue over the tender little opening in 
it. 

"Oh, baby!" Harry gasped. "That is good. You really have learned how to give 
a good blow job!" 

Thus encouraged, she took the whole fat bulb into her mouth and gave it a 
workout while Harry grunted and moaned his delight. While she was doing 
this, he reached down between her thighs from behind, petted her wet and 
open cunny chamber and then worked his first two fingers in and out of it in 
a wild finger-fucking movement which, in turn, drove Lola to greater efforts 
with her sucking, slavering mouth. 

After about five minutes he suddenly popped his saliva-slick dick from her 
mouth. He said, "That's enough of that for now. I got to show you that now 
he knows how much you really like it, that your old man can give you a good 
royal fucking, too." 

With that he flopped on top of her, took hold of his cock and 
unceremoniously thrust it into her seeping hole, from behind, rammed it all 
the way in until her ass cheeks were against his groin. Then he began 
slamming the meat to her, thumping her bucking behind with his pelvis faster 
and faster, finally raising her hips so that he could skewer it in even 
deeper. In a few moments Lola was bathing his rampantly plunging jackhammer 
with her own love juice as she came repeatedly before he finally felt his 
sperm exploding up from his balls and hosing into her already waiting, 
welcoming wetness. 

When it was over, Lola felt strangely at peace with herself. She had paid 
her penance and she had gotten her husband back, she felt sure. With the 
sexual attention she now knew how to give him, he would no longer have any 
need for an affair with his secretary. And with all the tricks she could 
teach Harry, she probably wouldn't have any need for another man. At least, 
not too often. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The Reverend Dr. Wyndham Barker was extremely nervous about visiting Bev 
Cantrell at her apartment, yet he had little choice but to go. She had 
begged him, telling him that she was in terrible spiritual and emotional 
trouble and had no one else to whom she could turn. She reminded him that it 
was his professional duty to visit people who were ill and that in her own 
way, she, Bev, was sick. All she wanted to do, she told him, was to talk to 
him for about a half hour and that perhaps that would help somewhat in 
lifting her heavy burden of guilt from her soul. She couldn't possibly go to 
his home, she told him, because she was afraid of his wife, Dianne and 
wouldn't feel at ease there. 

At the same time that he was nervous, Wyn Barker had to fight off a small 
flush of sexual excitement at the idea of being alone with Bev Cantrell. He 
vividly remembered the last time he had seen her and what she had been 
doing. 

When she opened the door for him, he almost fled right then and there. She 
was wearing a see-through blouse and the shape of her apple-round breasts 
and the perky nipple atop each one was limned excitingly. She was also 
wearing the tightest pair of hot pants Wyn had ever seen. They hugged her 
broad hips and cut into the soft flesh of the tops of her milky white, 
robust thighs and accentuated the bulging V of her vulval area. 

Sensing his consternation, Bev smiled easily and said, "Oh, don't mind the 
way I'm dressed, I can't stand a lot of hot clothing in this kind of 
weather. Come on in." 

She turned and walked on into the living room, leaving Wyn to follow and 
also giving him a good view of the ball bearing motion of her spectacular 
behind. The thin, tight hot pants clung to the big, half moons of flesh 
beneath them, the long, deep crack between them clearly delineated. Wyn 
Barker could hardly take his gaze away from those jauntily swinging cheeks. 

He swallowed hard and told himself that he must keep his thoughts on a 
higher plane. Here, this poor misguided woman had summoned him for clerical 
counseling and he was already admiring her body in a lewd and lascivious 
manner. He had to fight against that. 

"Have a seat, Dr. Barker," Bev said pleasantly and indicated an easy chair. 

As Wyn eased into it, Bev said, "Well, now that you're here, I-I hardly know 
where to start." 

Wyn templed his fingers in front of his chest and answered, "Just relax, 
Mrs. Cantrell, and just, in general, tell me what the problem is." 

She looked surprised. "Oh, I thought you knew. I-I thought everybody in town 
did. I'm a very loose, immoral woman, is I guess the best way you could say 
it." 

He tried not to look startled. "Yess. Hmmmmm. Well, it is not my duty to 
indict anyone, Mrs. Cantrell. And I don't think too many other people are 
really in a position to stand in judgment of somebody else's behavior." 

"Oh, that makes me feel better, already, Dr. Barker. But would you mind 
calling me Bev? It's not quite so formal and will put me more at ease." 

He nodded solemnly and thon, as she suddenly came over and curled up on the 
floor by his feet, his body jerked stiffly with surprise. 

"I hope you won't mind, Dr. Barker, but you remind me of an uncle I had as a 
girl. He was so kind and when I had troubles I used to curl up at his feet, 
like this, while I told him about it, and he comforted me. It'll be easier 
for me to talk, this way. Okay?" 

"Umm. Yes," he said nervously, uncertainly. "In-in that case, I suppose it's 
all right." 

"Oh, good," she said, twisting around so that one of her breasts pressed 
softly against his knee. She looked up at him, hot-eyed, moistening her 
large, juicy-looking lips with her tongue. "You know, Wyn-please don't mind 
my calling you by your first name, since this is such an informal occasion. 
Anyhow, I was just thinking that it must be very difficult for such a big, 
handsome, sexy-looking man like you to be a minister." 

"Eh, how's that?" Wyn said, staring down inside the top of her blouse, which 
had been forced to billow open by the position in which she was sitting. He 
could see part of the snowy white soft globe that was pressing against his 
knee and all of the other one. He saw that they were not nearly as large as 
his wife's but still they were fascinating, especially the way the fat, dark 
red tip was popped out on the one completely exposed. He felt a hot flush 
start to spread through him and became aware of a slight stiffening of his 
penis within his trousers. He suddenly forced his glance away. 

"Oh, you know what I mean, Wyn," Bev told him. "Don't be so modest. I'm sure 
many of the female members of your flock find you sexually attractive, just 
as i do and try to make a pass at you.'' As she said this, Bev rested her 
elbow on the arm of the chair and let her fingertips lightly trail along his 
thigh. 

"Oh. no!" he protested quickly. "Heaven forbid! Nothing like that has ever 
happened. They-they respect my calling." 

"Oh, so do I, Wyn and I guess, come to think about it, it would be foolish 
of them. I'm sure your Wife, Dianne, takes very good care of you in bed. 
She's probably a very sexy woman, herself. Does she do-all kinds of nice 
things for you, Wyn?" Again her wet, crimson tongue flicked over her 
swollen-looking, sultry lips. 

"There-there's no need to discuss that," he said quickly. "I-it's your 
problems I'm here to talk about." 

"Oh, I'm sorry." She stared at his crotch, was sure she detected at least a 
slight increase in the bulge on the left side. She rubbed her breasts 
against his knee very deliberately now. "But maybe that's part of my 
problem. When I'm so close to a virile, attractive man like you, it-it 
starts giving me naughty ideas. I'm sorry but I just can't help myself, Wyn. 
You see, I'm a healthy, very passionate young woman and because of his 
illness, his alcoholism, my husband Mike, can't do anything for me. That's 
why I have to aim to other men." 

"But-but this kind of thing is not in my province," Wyn Barker protested 
desperately. "Perhaps you-you ought to consult a psychiatrist instead of 
me." He attempted to rise. "I know of one in town I can recommend very 
highly. He-" 

"Oh, no, please don't go," she broke in pleadingly. She put a hand out to 
stop him from standing, making sure she placed the palm of it right against 
the rising bulge in his pants. "What I mean is that a shrink can't really 
help me. I've been to two of them with my problem. They tell me that I'm not 
a nymphomaniac. I don't have sex with just any man, the way one of those 
would. They both said I was just highly sexed and then...then, you know what 
happened?" 

He eased back into the chair to avoid the pressure of her hand on his 
half-erect organ. Had she done that deliberately, he wondered. Was she 
trying to seduce him, her own minister? Oh, no, it couldn't be and he ought 
to be ashamed of himself for having such thoughts. It was just that the 
woman was so distraught. 

"Uh, no," he managed. "What-what happened?" 

"Well, both psychiatrists-they had intercourse with me. Right on their 
couches. And I must admit, I loved it. I've always had a special yen for 
professional men, you know, doctors, lawyers. Anyhow, both told me that 
they'd never enjoyed it so much, that I knew more ways to give them pleasure 
than any other woman they'd ever met." 

Wyn twitched about in his chair uncomfortably "How-how long have you had 
this problem, this -this sometimes uncontrollable desire for sex?" 

"Since I was thirteen," she answered quickly "Maybe even before that. I 
started to masturbate a ten but I was thirteen when I had my first cock!' 
She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry, Wyn. I-I didn't 
mean to embarrass you like that but sometimes I forget what the right names 
for sex things are, like penis and so forth." 

He stared at her, fascinated. Now he could hardly believe this was 
happening. Why was this woman talking to him like this? It couldn't go on he 
told himself. He had to get out of here. He stood up suddenly, beginning to 
sweat. He was trembling some. "I-I'm sorry," he told her. "I must go." He 
glanced at his wristwatch. "Another appointment. Perhaps we-ah-can talk more 
at another time." 

She suddenly reached out and firmly clamped her arms around his legs and 
pressed the side of her face against the rapidly increasing bulge in his 
pants. "Oh, no, you don't understand," she pleaded, rubbing her face against 
his growing erection, thrilling to the feel of it getting harder and harder. 
"You can't leave me like this. I'm in such a state, Wyn. I need somebody to 
help me. I can't just go out on the street and pick up a man." 

She continued to rub her face against the hot, hard lump in his trousers. 
"Oh! Oh! OH!" she squealed excitedly now. "You're just as bad as I am, Wyn. 
You're in quite a state, yourself. Oh, I know what that means, honey. You're 
lusting after me, too! You need me to do something for you about this!" 

Suddenly her large, wet mouth was opened and gently fastened about the long, 
throbbing ridge inside his clothes. 

"No!" he cried out. "Bev! This must stop! We can't! It-it's not right! 
Please let go of me and let me out of here." He struggled to get away but 
almost fell, so tightly was she holding his legs together, while madly 
mouthing his stiff and wildly excited tool through the cloth of his pants. 

Then she took her mouth away and her hand took its place. She squeezed and 
kneaded expertly as he looked down over her head and saw the fantastic 
bulges of her big buttocks jutting out the cloth of her hot pants. 

Oh, my God, he thought, if she doesn't stop, I'll come right in my pants. 

As she played with him, she pleaded, "Wyn, let's forget who we really are. 
I'm just a woman and you're just a man. We need each other. And I was wrong 
before. Dianne doesn't really take care of your needs. Another woman always 
knows. Not like I can, Wyn. I'll show you. Did she ever do for you what you 
saw me doing to the man in the car? I doubt it and that's a shame. All men 
love that, if they'd just be honest and admit it to themselves. I'll do it 
for you, Wyn. I want to, want to." 

"Oh, no," he half sobbed. "I can't let you." 

"Just-just for a moment," she begged. "And then I'll let you go. Please! It 
will help me, honestly. I'll feel cleansed, somehow. It will be like 
committing the ultimate sin and then maybe I can reform. Who are you to 
question if I think it will help me solve my problem?" 

He couldn't answer. He could just stand there, trembling, panting, that big, 
wicked thing in his pants betraying him, making him lose all sense of right 
or wrong. 

"I'll never tell anybody," she whispered. 

As her fingers flew to his fly, hastily unzipped it, Wyn groaned, helpless 
now against the strong lust this woman had aroused in him. He was no longer 
thinking, just feeling. And what he felt now was the warmth of her small 
fingers searching inside his shorts and finding the thick, hot gristle of 
his aroused manhood. 

She pulled it out, her hands no longer clamped about his legs, knowing now 
that he wouldn't try to leave. She gently coddled the long, thick white, 
swaying prick in her hands, the tips of her fingers dancing all over it; 
stroking the fiery fatness of the smooth knob on the end of it. 

"Oh, beautiful!" she cooed. "What a nice one you've got! Just one good, 
quick suck and I'll let you go!" she promised. 

Her head darted forward and her large, juicy wet lips sucked at the head of 
it, like a small, hot, wet vacuum cleaner. Her busy, expert tongue rimmed it 
and swabbed it. Wyn just stood there, looking down at her lewd, hungrily 
sucking mouth, her hands now lifting out his tortured testes and rolling 
them about in her palm. Instinctively, his hands went to her head, stroking 
her hair, encouraging her as sensations he'd never known to be possible 
shook him to the core. 

The next moment, she drew over half of his engorged shaft into her mouth and 
then worked it in and out. Then, abruptly, she eased the whole thing out of 
her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him. "There, that wasn't so 
bad, was it?" 

"What?" he gasped, surprised. "You-you're not going to stop now, are you?" 

"I promised I would." 

"But-but I-I can't leave in this condition. I -I doubt I could even get it 
back into my pants." 

She pressed down with two fingertips on the burning, turgid length of it. 
"Mmmmm!" she murmured. "It is pretty hard. Like a rock." Her finger let go 
and she watched his wildly aroused jamme spring back up at an angle. "You 
want me to do i some more, Wyn?" 

He nodded. 

"Say it then, baby. I love to hear a man beg for it. Say it, say, 'Suck my 
nice big hard cock for mt Bev. Suck it good and make me come in you mouth.' 
" 

"I-I can't. I-I've never said anything like that to a woman before. Please-" 

She patted his twanging organ. "Poor baby!" she purred. "All right, I won't 
tease you anymore." 

Then she quickly yanked the see-through blouse up over her head and off. She 
shook her round, firm white boobies at him, then leaned forward and brushed 
them both against his aching hard ramrod, rubbing the bursting red peaks 
against the red and swollen cap of his cock. 

After this, she stood and quickly wriggled out of her hot pants, let them 
fall to her ankles and stepped out of them, stark naked. She turned and 
stuck out the bare, unbelievably big and round cheeks of her saucy behind. 
"Do you like that, Wyn?" she teased. "A lot of men do. They go crazy over 
this nice fat ass of mine." 

He was lost. Wyn knew he was a lost soul now and there was no turning back 
and he didn't care. Right now, he didn't. All he cared about was this 
desirable, wanton woman before him, luring him, tempting him beyond human 
will. With a long sigh, he moved toward her. His hands took hold of her 
wide, fleshy hips. He held her steady and then lodged the thick flesh bone 
of his cock deep into the long, inviting crack of her big, waiting ass. He 
pressed it in, rubbed it up and down, while she pushed welcomingly back at 
him. He reached around and filled his hands with the hard love apples of her 
breasts, roughly tweaking the upthrust pinnacles of them. He could smell the 
sexy, animal-like heat of her wafting up from her ready, hair-covered bun. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" she crooned. "You do like it, don't you? That means when I 
finally let you fuck me, I'll have to let you do it from the back. Like, 
doggy-style. You ever done it to a woman that way?" 

"No," he groaned. 

"You'll love it," she promised. Then she eased away from him, turned, eased 
his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She led him to the couch 
stumblingly and sat down on it, with him still standing, facing her. She 
lifted his balls and licked them good and then once more suctioned his big, 
bleating hard cock into the hot, moist furnace of her eager mouth. 

At that very moment, at the Barker's house, a similar scene was beginning to 
unfold in reverse. In this case, young Tommy Farr was the aggressor and Mrs. 
Dianne Barker, the victim. Later, Dianne wondered if part of it might not 
have been her own fault. Perhaps she had misled the lad in the first place, 
by seeming so interested in his personal life, talking to him about how he 
really should complete his education, that he was too nice and bright a boy 
to go through life being nothing but a handyman. And then asking him about 
his girl friends, that sort of thing. He could, she supposed, have taken 
this as an indication of a physical interest in him. 

To tell the truth, she thought, in retrospect, it had all happened so fast 
that she wasn't really quite sure how it really did happen. No matter, 
really, though, she'd still been helpless. She couldn't have stopped him, 
anyhow. 

When Tommy came at his usual time, she assigned some small tasks for him to 
do, fix the garbage disposal, put some washers on some of the faucets, pack 
and tie up a batch of old newspapers and magazines so that they could be 
sent to Goodwill. He finished up a little earlier than usual and, as usual, 
she invited him into the kitchen for cookies and milk before he left. 

She hadn't thought about it before but this was the first time she'd ever 
been in the house alone with Tommy. When he asked her where her husband was, 
without even thinking, she'd replied, "Oh, this is his day to make calls, 
sick visits, that sort of thing on some of his parishioners. He probably 
won't be home until dinner time." 

Tommy knew this, of course, but just wanted to make sure. 

Then, as she moved about the kitchen, Dianne became aware of the fact that 
Tommy was staring admiringly and quite insolently at the way her large 
breasts swayed and bobbled around under the housecoat she was wearing. 
Because of the hot weather, she was wearing nothing beneath it but there was 
no indication of this, except the bouncing of her breasts. As Tommy 
continued to ogle them, she did become a bit embarrassed, though, and she 
wished that she had at least put on a bra. 

And strangely, the way he was looking at them, made her feel a little 
flushed and she became aware that her large, fat nipples were suddenly hard. 
Finally she could stand it no longer. Rather coldly, she said, "Tommy, why 
are you looking at me so strangely? It's really not polite to stare, you 
know." 

He grinned boldly. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Barker. Just couldn't 
help it, I guess. You have got a beautiful body, you know." 

"Tommy!" she said, shocked. "What's the matter with you? I-I'm a married 
woman and your minister's wife and-and your employer, too. That was very 
impertinent of you." 

He shook his head, still grinning. "Not impertinent, Mrs. Barker. Whatever 
that is. Just honest. I've admired those luscious big boobs of yours for a 
long time and have often wondered how they'd look bare, how they'd feel in 
my hands." 

Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. For a moment she couldn't find 
words. Then, angrily, she blurted, "That's enough, Tommy. I won't have you 
talking to me like that. You're fired. Now you get out of here, right this 
minute. I'm surprised and ashamed of you!" 

He got up from the table and quickly moved toward her. She watched him with 
fascinated horror and now she could no longer deny to herself what the look 
in his eyes meant. She tried to run out of the kitchen but he was too quick 
for her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back. He pinned her arms to her 
sides, holding her close to him and his mouth moved to the sensitive nerves 
at the side of her neck and began kissing and tonguing and gently sucking 
the tender flesh there. 

In spite of herself, she gave a shudder, feeling the first faint pangs of 
awakening desire. "No, no, Tommy, please!" she gasped. "Stop it this minute. 
Stop it and let me go and I won't say anything to anybody." 

He stepped back, catching her by surprise, making her think he was going to 
do as he'd been told. Instead he reached out and grabbed her slender wrists, 
imprisoning both of them with one of his big, strong hands. His other hand 
reached for the zipper at the top of her house coat. He quickly yanked it 
all the way down and both sides of it fell open, revealing her resplendent 
nakedness. The big, strawberry-topped white mounds of her gorgeous breasts 
leaped out. 

"Oh, my God," Dianne thought. "This-this can't be happening to me!" 

She started to scream but little of the sound escaped as he clamped his free 
hand over her mouth, stifling it. Then his head bent and she felt the hot 
slipperiness of his tongue lapping at her fiercely distended nipples, first 
one, then the other. 

Squirming to get free, she tried kicking at him but she was barefooted and 
the contact against his hard shinbone merely hurt her own toe. 

As she stood trembling, frightened, trying to think what she could do to 
stop this terrible thing from happening, she became aware of his expert, hot 
young mouth now sucking the big swollen red summits of her breasts. 

Then his mouth moved away and he told her huskily, "Mmmmmm, those are 
delicious, Mrs. Barker. I've never sucked a lovelier pair of boobs. They 
were even better than I thought. Now, let's see what we have down here. But, 
first, let me tell you that if you try screaming again, not only won't it do 
you any good but I'll have to knock you on your pretty ass. You wouldn't 
want that, would you?" 

She slightly shook her head and he moved his hand from her mouth but he 
still held her wrists imprisoned. She didn't try to scream but she did let 
out a long, shocked moan when she suddenly felt his hand boldly thrust 
itself between her thighs and cup the warm, hairy plumpness of her vulval 
area and then the forefinger of that hand, exploring her hot grotto, pushing 
between the full lips, already respondingly moist. While he wickedly 
fingered her, she couldn't refrain her hips from giving an involuntary twist 
of pleasure. Especially as he at the same time once again began sucking the 
stiffly protruding, sensitive knobs of her nipples. 

"Oooooh!" she gasped, trying to think what to do, what to say. Then it 
suddenly occurred to her that he was just a boy, obviously with a lot of sex 
hang-ups and probably needed relief so badly he was half crazy. It must be 
that. And-and maybe he wasn't really planning to rape her at all. Why, he 
probably wouldn't even dare do that! So, maybe if she just cooperated a 
little, or at least didn't try to fight him off, he would be satisfied with 
just feeling her up and maybe, maybe he might just get so excited that he 
would have an orgasm in his pants or something and then this horrible thing 
would be over. 

She closed her eyes, telling herself that in the meantime she'd just pretend 
nothing was happening. It was a little difficult, though, the way his 
fingers were so expertly diddling her now thoroughly wet pussy. As she felt 
herself responding more and more, she told herself that she'd pretend it was 
just like a dream she sometimes had and to go right ahead and enjoy it as 
long as it was happening, anyhow. 

Soon she found herself saying softly, "It-it's all right, Tommy. I'm not mad 
at you anymore. I understand. Just as long as you don't hurt me." 

Without even realizing it, her hips were now moving back and forth in rhythm 
with his expert fingering, even though he was still just running it back and 
forth along the honeyed groove between her outer lips, as yet hadn't made it 
penetrate her vagina nor tickled her clitoris which was beginning to stand 
eagerly. 

"You're right, Mrs. Barker," he answered. "I sure wouldn't hurt you. Just 
want to give you a little nice lovin', is all. That never hurt anybody, now, 
did it? You going to tell the reverend on me?" 

Her head was thrown back, her eyes still closed and she was breathing hard, 
now. "N-n-no, I-I guess not, Tommy. As-as long as you hurry up and get it 
over with." 

"Oh, there's no hurry, Mrs. Barker. A long, slow one is always much better. 
The first time I like to make a woman come a lot so she'll really remember 
and want more later." 

"C-c-come, Tommy?" 

"Sure. Don't tell me you never have. Oh, wow! Then I know you've never had 
this!" 

She opened her eyes and looked down. He was on his knees, staring at the 
thick golden fleece of her pubic hair. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "You can't look 
at me down there. I've never let even Wyn do that." 

Surprised, he said, "You mean your old man has never had a close-up of this 
beautiful, hot, juicy cunt?" 

The crudity of his words shocked her so that she couldn't even answer. Then 
Tommy said, "He must not know what's good." 

His finger was still working back and forth between her swollen and excited 
love lips but then suddenly it pulled out and Tommy bent his head forward, 
opening his mouth. He pressed it over the top of her hairy gully and his 
tongue darted out. Expertly it probed the top of the slit until it found the 
waiting little nubbin of her clitoris sticking up like a small, wet, pink 
pearl. He flicked it and swirled around it and the sudden wild sensations 
that flooded her loins made Dianne Barker think she would faint. 

At the same time she humped her hips in delight, she cried out, "Oh, no, 
Tommy, not that! Nobody's ever done that. It's terrible! Stop it, stop it, 
Tommy! Oh, it's not nice! Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! OH! DON'T STOP!" 

She forgot everything now except the savage sexual feelings that were 
flooding her whole body as his knowing, eager young tongue tippled and 
tumbled her excitedly. She hardly noticed when he reached out and pulled a 
kitchen chair toward them and abruptly grabbed her foot and put it up on it, 
thus opening her long, smooth white thighs, completely exposing all of her 
long, wet channel, enabling him to give the whole thing a good tongue bath. 

Now his tongue lapped up and down between the thick, spongy wet outer lips, 
the tip of it tickling the even more sensitive pink, inner petals. It 
swabbed up and down with what was to Dianne amazing agility and rapidity. It 
was so much better than a finger, she decided. Why hadn't anybody ever done 
this to her before? It was so teasing, so delightful and it was getting 
better, better every second it seemed. It was even better than Wyn's cock 
rubbing there, she thought. 

Then his tongue was back on her clitoris and now his lips were sucking at 
it, gently, wetly, tugging, vacuuming the torrid little tab now pronging out 
even more stiffly as though asking for more, more. 

In wild abandon now, not caring about anything but responding to the 
terrible, wonderful thing this beautiful boy's tongue was doing to her hot 
pussy, Dianne was humping her hips wildly in accompaniment. She felt as 
though her whole quim was going to be suctioned into his mouth. For the 
first time in her life that she could remember, she felt an orgasm rapidly 
building. Its intensity scared her but she couldn't fight against it. A soft 
keening began in her throat and then grew louder. She reached down and 
caressed Tommy's head, pressing her genitals tightly against his furiously 
working mouth. 

Then it hit her. She felt as though everything in her had suddenly turned to 
liquid and was emptying out through her vagina, pouring into his sucking 
mouth. 

"OH, YES! OH, GOOD! OH, MORE, MORE, MORE! MMMMMNNNNN! I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M 
GOING TO DIE! OH, SO HEAVENLY. OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH! TOMMY! TOMMY! TOMMY! 
TOMMY!" 

As her sweet nectar flowed into his eagerly lapping mouth, Dianne could no 
longer even speak. Only wild, guttural, gurgling sounds came forth as the 
full force of her tremendous spend wracked her whole body. 

When it was over, Tommy eased his wetly glistening face away from her crotch 
and then stood up. He moved close to her and hugged her against him, reached 
around and gripped the soft flesh of her behind as through his trousers, he 
made her feel the hot, throbbing hardness of his engorged cock against her 
soft belly, he said, "Groovy, huh, Mrs. Barker?" 

"Oh, Tommy, Tommy," she moaned. "I'm so ashamed of myself for losing 
control." 

"You couldn't help it, baby," he soothed her. "Was that really the first 
time you've ever come? It must have been. I've never had such a flow of good 
sweet juice." 

"As-as well as I can remember," she admitted. 

"It'll be even better the second time," he told her. 

Looking startled, she said, "You-you mean you're going to do it again? 
I-it-can happen to me again?" 

"Of course," he told her, grabbing her hand and leading her out, through the 
dining room into the living room. He forced her gently back on the couch and 
then swiftly took off his shirts, his shoes, his trousers, and jockey 
shorts. "Got to make myself more comfortable," he explained. "I can do it 
better that way." He grabbed the long thick, wagging hardness of his cock, 
which, she was amazed to note, was even bigger than her husband's, and shook 
it at her. "And you'll have something nice to play with while I do it." 

She was fascinated by the fact that the glans of his organ was half covered 
by a hood of flesh and then he worked it back exposing the whole, light 
pink, well-shaped head of it. She also noted the smooth, hairless fullness 
of his big balls. 

Then he was on the couch beside her, his loins, with his enormous sprout 
jutting out, beckoningly from its nest of hair, right before her face. She 
felt his mouth once more descend upon her widely opened groove. Again the 
unbelievably exciting licking, lapping and lip-nibbling began. At the same 
time, he reached and took her soft, white hand and placed it upon the 
throbbing, jumping hotness of his thick love muscle. She accepted it 
eagerly, clenching it in her fist, rubbing it up and down, feeling the 
silken skin slide back and forth over the hard and fiercely hot gristle 
beneath it. 

She thought to herself: "Oh, playing with a man's thing while he's sucking 
you is so good! Oh, I-I love it!" 

This time, his ravaging tongue brought her more quickly to climax. As she 
was in the throes of her second wild come, Tommy quickly shifted his 
position, got between her legs and while she was still bucking her hips 
frantically, begging for more of his tongue, he carefully placed the fat 
knob of his tortured cock at the entrance to her dewy hole and rammed it all 
the way home in one fast, brutal thrust. 

As the invading monster crammed its hot thickness to the hilt into her 
slickly ready cunny, Dianne cried out in surprise. "Oh, noooo!" she wailed. 
"You're not-not supposed to do this to me, too. The-the other was bad 
enough. Oh, you can't!" 

"Why not?" he demanded, treating her to his beginning specialty, a teasingly 
slow in and out pumping that always drove women wild. 

"Be-because I don't even like to do this. Not even with my own husband. Oh, 
please stop. I -you see-I don't really enjoy it." 

"Maybe because you've never had it real good, Mrs. Barker," he told her. 
"You're gonna enjoy it with me. You'd better believe it, baby!" 

Then just as she thought she wasn't going to be able to stand his first 
teasing, slow-motion type fucking much longer, he abruptly switched to a 
wildly gyrating, double-time humping. At this, Dianne let out a loud, 
crooning sound of surprised delight and involuntarily began to bounce her 
buttocks up and down on the bed, her widespread legs flailing wildly. 

Just as he thought she was about to climax, he deliberately slowed down 
again. Her breath wheezing in and out in sharp gasps, she groaned, "Oh, 
why'd you slow down? Do the other again. Fast! Faster!" 

Her legs then scissored his waist and she humped up at him encouragingly. 
Tommy knew he had her then. He speeded up his attack but still not as fast 
as before. "Oh!" she cooed. "That's it! That's better! As-as long as you're 
forcing me to do this, damn you, you might as well do it right!" 

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He raised up so that he could look down at her 
passion-contorted face and the spread of her great breasts on her chest, the 
big hard nipples like beacons beckoning for his attention. He lowered his 
mouth to them and sucked them hungrily while his hips began to grind faster 
and faster, driving his randy, walloping whang deeper and deeper, making her 
juice flow more copiously, making a deliciously exciting slurping noise, 
with each juicy inward plunge and outward draw. 

Teasingly, he said: "I guess you're right. I ought to stop. You really 
aren't enjoying it very much, are you? The way I fuck, most women would be 
coming by now. Unless I make you come, it isn't worth a damn." 

"Oh, no!" she cried. "Don't-don't stop now. Be -be patient. I-I think you 
can do it. Especially since you already made me do it once, with your 
mouth!" 

He grinned to himself and raised her legs, bending them back so that her 
knees were at her shoulders. He grabbed her by the ass and began really 
plumbing the depths of her hot, wetly clamping pussy. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As he stood by the couch, looking down at the bobbing head of Bev Cantrell, 
for the moment the Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker forgot his guilt at what 
he was allowing to happen, caught up as he was with the unbelievably 
ecstatic sensations her knowing, wet and lovely mouth was affording him. 

His erect penis felt as though it was being anointed by a hundred tiny, 
feathery soft tongues, rather than only by one. Her big red soft lips held 
the girth of his shaft fairly loosely, which her years of expertise had 
taught her as the best way to begin, to create the maximum of sensation 
without actually bringing on orgasm too quickly. Her tongue only lazily 
swabbed his straining glans once in a while and her hands ever so gently 
caressed his testicles, teasingly working up their supply of sperm. 

Oh, how wonderful! Wyn thought, as every once in a while he "Oooh'd" and 
"Ahhhh'd" with delight. He told himself, Nothing this good can really be 
bad. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh, how I love it. I've really been missing something. 
From now on I've got to get somebody to do it for me, if Dianne won't. 

At the thought of his wife, Wyn had a sudden twinge of conscience but then 
Bev pulled her lips back until they were nursing only on the tender crown of 
his pego, tenderly ministering to every part of its smooth, sensitive flesh. 

A few moments later, he was dismayed to feel her let it pop from her mouth 
as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of it. She still held the thick, 
throbbing, hairy base in her hand though. She shook it, admiring the shining 
wet dimensions of its rigidity. 

"Oh, what a nice one you've got, Wyn!" she told him. "It's one of the best 
I've ever had. Just right for good sucking." 

Her words gave him a feeling of pride in his manhood that he'd never 
experienced before. He stuck out his chest and felt his cock jump gratefully 
in her fist. Then he watched her swing around and lie belly down on the 
couch, still holding his iron-hard member. His gaze moved to the high rising 
rounds of her monumental ass-cheeks, so smooth and white and firm-looking, 
with two adorable dimples where the base of each mound blended into her 
back. 

She said, almost coyly, "I thought you might like to feel me back there 
while I love you some more with my mouth before we fuck." 

She half pulled him down on the edge of the couch, in a position so that she 
could still apply her lips to his cock and yet at the same time he could 
easily reach her behind with his hands. As he felt the hot, wet oval of her 
mouth again envelop his throbbing helmet, he ran his hands over the steeply 
rising globes of her buttocks, marveling at their warm marble smoothness. He 
gently squeezed each of them in turn, testing the resilience of their 
springy woman flesh. He pushed them together, admiring the dark deepening of 
the long crack that divided them. Then he rolled them a little apart and the 
divide back there was so deep that her little rosette remained covered. 

Finally, he ran his forefinger up and down her inviting crack and then all 
the way under, where he found her groove all hot and creamy with its 
impatience to be petted. He worked his finger back and forth between the 
thick, streaming lips, listening to her moan in appreciation as her oral 
attack on his cock increased in intensity. Soon his finger found the eagerly 
opened portal of her cuntal hole. It slid in and he was surprised that it 
wasn't loose at all, the way he'd thought it might be with a woman who 
fucked as much as Bev was supposed to do. But no, it was nice and tight and 
seemed to cling delightedly to his working finger. As he worked it in and 
out, faster and faster, Bev began to buck her hips, her big white hams 
quivering and her experienced mouth began to suck him off in earnest. 

Her hot tongue was like a tiny, silken-skinned snake winding all around and 
about the head and neck and shaft of his quaking hard-on. He began to think 
he would go crazy as she sucked harder and faster, for a while, as much as 
she could get into her mouth and then, for another while, just the bulging 
acorn of it. At the same time, Wyn could feel her come dewing his fingers, 
seeping out around them. 

With a wild, eerie cry of delight Wyn suddenly became aware of his own great 
load of seed out of control, starting to work its way upward from his balls. 
He felt his already ragingly hard dick swelling up even more stiffly and, 
with this, Bev sensed his approaching come and began milking his balls 
encouragingly. 

"OOOOOH, BEV!" he called out. "OH, NO! I -WAITED TOO LONG! IT'S-OH, MY 
GOD-IT-IT'S COOMMIINNGGGG! UUUGGGHHHH! 

AAAHHHHHHOOOHHHHH!" 

With the first burst of jism into her wildly sucking mouth, Bev's tongue 
went berserk around the spurting little eye at the top of the head, licking 
and lapping over it, feeling the balsamic fluid gushing forth, bathing her 
tender tongue. She sucked like a greedy child not wanting to miss one drop 
from the bottle. At the same time her hands gently massaged his contracting 
bag of balls. 

It seemed to Wyn Barker that he'd never come as much in his life and might 
never be able to climax again; he felt drained. Slowly, his penis began to 
wilt. Still Bev did not release it from her mouth. She continued to lave it 
with her tongue, applying maddening suction. Now she raised to her hands and 
knees, reached down and began to frig herself. Watching this, hearing the 
juicy sound of her finger-fucking, feeling her impatient mouth still working 
on his relaxed prick, he felt a faint stirring of desire begin again. 

Slowly it continued. At first it was just a slight thickening and hardening 
of his tool in her still hungry mouth. Very slowly, delightfully, it 
increased and then in a few more minutes it was at full stand again, once 
more filling her mouth. 

"Wow!" Wyn cried gleefully. "I wouldn't have believed it possible. It's 
never happened to me before." 

She slid his once again rampant ramrod from between her teasing lips and 
eyes hooded with lust, she surveyed the long, thick readiness of it. 
Triumphantly, she told him, "That's because you've never had me go down on 
you!" 

"Or anyone else," he confided. 

"Honestly?" She worked the loose skin back and forth along his bleating love 
muscle. "Oh, that's beautiful to know I was first. Well, now this big beauty 
is ready for bigger and better things. And it won't happen so fast this 
time. You'll really be able to give me what I want, a good, long, long 
fuck." 

Still on her knees, she told him to get behind her. As he kneeled there, he 
impulsively leaned forward and began to kiss and lick her lovely big, naked 
bum. He rubbed his face all over it adoringly. Then he swabbed his tongue up 
and down the long, inviting crevice while Bev cooed her appreciation. 

When she could wait no longer, she reached back between her own legs, seized 
his great, wagging pecker, and placed the hot, smooth tip against her sticky 
wet vestibule. "All right, now give it to me, baby! Push! Get that nice big 
thing in there!" 

He arched his hips forward and felt his crown cram its way into the 
clinging, juicy opening. As she braced herself against his onslaught, he 
sunk it in, inch by glorious inch, until her smooth, heaving buttocks were 
full against his belly. He let it stay deeply imbedded for a moment, soaking 
there, feeling her cuntal walls cuddle it, her inner honey bathing it. Then 
he slowly slid it out until just the tip of the head remained, savoring 
every moment of this doggy-fuck that he'd always wanted and never had 
before. 

Then, just as maddeningly slow, he worked it all the way in once more. By 
now Bev was groaning and moaning and rotating her big behind and urging him 
onto greater effort. 

"Oooooh! Oh, that's it, love! Give me every wonderful inch. Oh, what good 
cock you're giving me. Mmmmmmmmmmm, Wyn, baby, what a man you are! 
Arrrggghhhh! Where'd you ever learn to fuck so good? Oh, darling, you're 
even better than Dirk! Oh, come on, harder, faster!" 

At these words Wyn Barker swelled with natural male pride all the way to the 
top of his pistoning penis. Somehow he'd never quite felt fully a man with 
Dianne. He had the feeling he'd never satisfied her. He'd always thought it 
was his fault. Now he knew that it couldn't have been. This woman was 
experienced, lusty, passionate; she'd had many men. And she was praising 
him! She was delighting in his masculinity, his virile manhood. He was 
driving her crazy with his hotly probing prick and she loved every inch of 
it. By God, he was a man and he was proud of it and nobody, not even Dianne 
would ever be able to put him down again-even though she probably hadn't 
meant to. Or had she? 

Then as he felt the sweet, sticky nectar of her cunt bathing his fiercely 
pumping cock and she screamed out loud with the joy of her first come, he 
skewered into her even more furiously. He felt like he was a god and his big 
dick was made out of hot marble and might never get soft again. He felt as 
though he could screw this lovely, appreciative creature all day. He wanted 
to. He wanted to fuck the big, wonderful, beautiful ass right off of her! 

As Bev continued to come and cry out her pleasure, she gradually collapsed 
face down upon the couch. Wyn eased with her, never letting up, and now he 
slapped his loins against her jutting cheeks with each wild thrust. He was 
working in and out of her now like a pile-driver, like a roto-rooter. And it 
seemed as though she couldn't stop coming. He could feel the copious flow of 
her juices sluicing out onto his pubic hair. His balls slammed against the 
top of her cunt with every fiercely forceful ram into her. 

Soon she wailed, "OHHH! OH, YOU COME, TOO, WYN! SQUIRT IT INTO ME! I'VE HAD 

ENOUGH! NOW I WANT TO FEEL YOUR GOOD COME FILLING ME UP! AAAAGGGHHHAGGHH! 
YES, BABY, NOW COOOMMMMMEEE NOOOOWWWWW!" 

That was all it took. The thick, white stuff welled up from his swinging 
testicles, exploded through the length of his hard jamming prick and gushed 
out in a steady, fountaining geyser of hot wetness. Long after it had ceased 
to spurt, it continued to trickle and seep as he kept pummeling her, making 
the whole wonderful sensation last to the nth degree. 

When it was almost soft and he eased it out of her soggy wound with a slight 
popping sound, they both signed their satisfaction and again Bev told him 
how good he'd been and she'd die if she didn't have him again soon. 
Gratefully he patted her plump butt but already, now that he was emptied of 
his lust, he was beginning to feel the qualms of guilt, the sense of 
betrayal of his calling. 

Quickly he got dressed as Bev still reclined naked upon the couch, quietly 
smoking a cigarette. He avoided looking at her. Before he left he started to 
say something about the supposedly original purpose of his visit, Bev's 
"problem" but then quickly he realized that had just been a ploy to get him 
to her apartment so that she could seduce him, satisfy the obvious yen she 
had for him. 

With a rather self-conscious wave, he told her, "Well, I-I guess I'd better 
be going now." 

"Okay, Wyn," she answered languidly as she watched him move toward the door. 
As he went out, she wasn't sure but she thought that he walked a little 
taller, a little prouder. Maybe it wouldn't last long, she decided but at 
least for a while, she had made Wyn Barker feel like a man. What a cold 
bitch that wife of his, Dianne, must be, not to be able to give a nice, 
handsome husband like Wyn a good wifely fuck. She could never understand 
women who were lucky enough to have kind, good providing husbands not being 
smart enough to give them all the different kinds of sex they wanted. 

Then she wondered how Tommy Farr had made out with Dianne, knowing that Dirk 
Smithers had talked Tommy into giving her a try while she was keeping Wyn 
busy here in her apartment. Maybe Dianne was so frigid even a fine young 
stud like Tommy couldn't do her any good. 

At that very moment Dirk and Tommy were listening to the end of a tape 
recording that Tommy had secretly made with a small machine hidden under the 
Barkers' living room sofa. 

"Listen to this," Tommy said gleefully. "Here's where it really gets good. I 
got her legs back up by her ears and her royal ass so high up she's 
practically standing on her head and I'm sinking the meat into her so deep 
it's practically coming out of her mouth." 

He slightly turned up the volume of the tape and they heard two people 
grunting and moaning and their combined heavy breathing and then Diane's 
voice squalled, "Oh! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Mmmmmm! TOMMY, SO-SO DEEP! 
I-I'VE NEVER HAD IT SO DEEP INTO ME! OH, WHAT A NICE LONG ONE YOU'VE GOT! 
OH, IT'S DRIVING ME CCRRAAAZZYYY!" 

Then Tommy's voice said, "You like it, huh, Mrs. Barker? Is it really good? 
You like being fucked like this? Tell me, baby, or I'll stop right now!" 

"OH! OHHHH. NNNOO-! DON'T DO THAT! KEEP GOING, TOMMY! Yes, YES, YESSSSS! I 
-I LOVE IT! OHHHH HHHHHH MORE, MORE! FASTER, FASTER, DEEPER, DEEPER!" 

"Say it, then, Mrs. Barker! I want to hear it. It makes it better. Don't be 
afraid to use the right words. Tell me how much you like my cock, to be 
fucked like this!" 

"ALL-ALL RIGHT! OOOOH, YESSS! I-I DO! I-I LOVE YOUR GREAT BIG, HARD YOUNG 
COCK AND WHAT IT'S DOING TO ME! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME WITH IT. COME ON, 
TOMMY! I-I'M WORKING RIGHT WITH YOU NOW! FEEL HOW WET I AM. I-I'M GETTING 
READY TO COME! OH, I -I'M GOING TO DO IT, JUST LIKE I DID WHEN YOU WERE 
SUCKING ME! OH, TOMMY, YES, YES, YES! HERE! HERE! NOW! HERE I-I GOOOO! OOF! 
AH! WAAAHHHHH! OH, I-I'M COMMIINNNG! COMING ALL OVER YOUR NICE PRICK! AHH! 
MMMMMNN! UH! HIHHU! EAAHHIIIYYEE!" 

At that point, Tommy reached out and snicked off the tape. "That's it, 
Dirk," he said. "Man, I mean she was like a mountain lion in heart, once she 
started to get off. She really clawed my back, man, and that dripping pussy 
of hers was like a hot velvet vise around my cock as I started pumping my 
own juice into her." 

"Yeah!" Dirk Smithers said enthusiastically, his sullen, heavy-jawed good 
looks twisted in a leering smile. "I wish I could've been there to see it. 
But I will be next time." 

"Next time?" 

"Sure, You don't think we're through with that high and mighty smart-assed 
bitch, do you? The way she liked it, believe me she'll be back for more. And 
that's when I'm going to get some, too. I can't wait to bring that snotty, 
phony, holier-than-thou broad down. To feel my own cock in her, in her 
highbrow cunt, in her highbrow ass, in her prissy mouth. I'm gonna make her 
crawl, not only for what she did to poor Bev but because I can't stand that 
kind of dame, anyhow. Always looking at me as though I was dirt and not good 
enough to eat her shit. Well, maybe she'll eat mine before we're through 
with her. In addition to feeling my cock in all the good places, she's going 
to get a taste of my riding crop across her royal ass, too. I can't hardly 
wait." 

Tommy Farr cringed a little at the brutal vehemence of the man but he didn't 
say anything. He had long ago learned that it didn't pay to cross Dirk 
Smithers. The first and only time he had tried it, a year or so ago, Dirk 
had beaten him, making sure to leave no visible marks, so that he was sore 
for a week, could hardly walk about. Dirk was an expert at that from long 
years of experience with recalcitrant prisoners. 

"How'd Bev make out?" Tommy asked, changing the subject. 

Dirk made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. "Beautiful! The Rev really 
dug that mouth of hers and her twitching hot snatch. She gave him the time 
of his life. You want to hear that tape?" 

Tommy nodded agreement and then Dirk told him, "After that I'll tell you a 
little plan I got lined up for Kitty Robbins, so she'll be a pushover for 
you-and then, of course, later, for me, after you've got her virgin young 
pussy broken in real nice." 

"Kitty?" 

"Yeah," Dirk said. "After we listen to this tape, I'll tell you." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Kitty Robbins and Bev Cantrell both worked part time a couple of days a week 
at the Ebersburg Five-And-Dime store as counter clerks. The two had become 
warm, easygoing friends and because Kitty was such a shy, retiring girl, 
despite her prettiness, she had no really close friends of her own age and 
considered Bev her "best friend." She liked Bev's sense of humor and for 
some reason wasn't offended by her sometimes rough and salty way of talking. 

Part of Kitty's shyness, lack of self-confidence, stemmed from the fact that 
she had been a "late bloomer," physically. She arrived at the state of 
puberty rather later than most girls. Her awkward, 
between-little-girl-and-big-girl stage lasted, what seemed to her, forever. 
She was gangly and awkward from twelve right up to the age of fifteen, when 
she suddenly flowered. Because of this; boys shunned her and other girls her 
age acted superior and disparaging because they had boobies and hair around 
their thing and she didn't. 

Then it all seemed to happen at once. At fifteen, within a couple of months, 
Kitty menstruated for the first time and a rather sparse growth of tiny 
blonde ringlets appeared on her mound and the flesh around her nipples began 
to swell and then the nipples themselves, until to her amazement she 
developed two rather spectacular-looking, pear-shaped breasts. The rest of 
her small body filled out accordingly. Kitty was so overwhelmed by this 
sudden and spectacular physical change that she could hardly believe it. 

In some ways the suddenness of it was just as embarrassing as her long-term 
state of scrawniness. She had difficulty adjusting to the sudden hot-eyed 
interest of boys and men and the gawkish grappling for her breasts that 
occurred the couple of times she tried dating. The awkwardness of boys her 
own age frightened her and she started turning down dates. Soon there were 
no more offers. There were plenty of other girls who didn't mind clumsy 
hands digging inside their bras or up between their legs. 

Now, at sixteen, all of Kitty's girlish, romantic, and even sexual yearnings 
were focused upon Tommy Farr. She would gladly have given her right arm for 
a date with him. Yet for some reason she couldn't comprehend, although he 
was always friendly and nice to her and sometimes gave her the impression 
that he "liked" her. he never asked her to go out with him. 

Once, when Kitty mentioned this problem to Bev, the older woman told her 
quite frankly, "Honey, Tommy Farr might not be too much older than you but 
he's much more mature, more mature than most young guys his age and even a 
lot of older men. Sexually, I mean. I know for a fact that he screws a lot 
of the young housewives at the places he works and I've heard that he's a 
real good stud. I guess probably he figures if he went out with you all 
you'd let him do would be to hold your hand and maybe kiss you a few times. 
Once a guy has had a lot of good nookie, that's not enough for him anymore. 
He's just not interested in inexperienced young girls." 

Kitty was a little stunned and hurt by that frank explanation but as the 
months went by she more and more realized the truth of it. But what was the 
solution? How did she get to be experienced? She certainly didn't even want 
any other young guy feeling her breasts or between her legs. The very idea 
of it made her frightened, made her blush with embarrassment but when she 
thought of Tommy doing that to her, it got her terribly excited and made the 
little crease in her plump young cunny get all moist and it made her nipples 
so hard they felt as though they might burst. 

At times when she thought about Tommy's hands doing these intimate things to 
her. she would get so hot that she would have to use her finger when she was 
alone in her bed, gently probing, rubbing up and down the dewy crevice, then 
rubbing the little collar button of a clitoris that leaped wetly erect at 
the top of it. When she did this the feelings were glorious, as she 
pretended it was Tommy's finger doing that to her and they got better and 
better until she couldn't stand it hardly and knew she would have to cry out 
and bump up and down on the bed in her wild excitement and then she would 
have to stop because, of course, she couldn't do that without arousing the 
suspicion of her widowed mother with whom she lived. So, though she had a 
number of times been on the verge, Kitty Robbins had never experienced 
actual climax. 

So it was that when Dirk Smithers ordered Bev, under threat of terrible 
physical punishment if she didn't obey him, to seduce little Kitty Robbins, 
Bev decided to use Kitty's hot pants urge for Tommy. 

She told the younger girl that she knew Tommy would like to go out with her 
and she could fix it up for Kitty any time she wanted to but that before 
that she had to make sure that Kitty wouldn't make a fool of herself and 
turn Tommy off as far as she was concerned, forever. 

"Oh, Bev!" Kitty said ecstatically. "I-I'll do anything. What can I do, to 
prove that I-I won't mind what Tommy does to me?" 

"Well, for one thing," Bev told her. "I think you need some lessons in sex 
education. I can, well, tell you what to expect and how to react and all 
that. Okay?" 

"Of course. When, can we do it?" 

They made a date for the next afternoon and they were to meet in an empty 
furnished apartment in Bev's building, for which she had the keys so that 
she could try to rent the place while the manager was away for a few days. 

At first Bev had been appalled by what Dirk Smithers wanted her to do to the 
young girl while he secretly watched. But then she slowly began to get 
excited by the notion. It might really be kicks; the kid was so beautiful 
and young and juicy and innocent. And it certainly wouldn't hurt her any. It 
would certainly be better for her than to be practically raped by some 
overanxious oaf of a teenager. Bev had not had a homosexual experience since 
she was thirteen and spent the summer at a girls' camp. She hadn't really 
thought about it much since then but now she remembered those experiences 
and how wickedly thrilling they had been at the time and she decided that it 
could very well be that way again. 

Kitty, of course, hadn't the slightest idea of what was going to happen. She 
just thought that Bev was going to explain to her a lot of sophisticated 
things about sex, tell her what to expect on a date with a very experienced 
young man like 

Tommy Farr and how she should react and that would be about all to it. 

She showed up at the empty furnished apartment, wearing a pullover sweater 
that beautifully outlined the thrust of her brassiered breasts, a miniskirt 
that barely covered her crotch, tight little silken panties and a pair of 
calf-high boots. 

When Bev let her in, she said, giggling nervously, "Okay, Bev, here I am. 
Let's begin the sex lessons." 

"Okay, hon," Bev told her. "Let's go to the bedroom." 

"The-the bedroom?" 

Bev laughed easily. "Where else? That's where most sexual experiences 
happen. We might as well be in the right atmosphere." 

"I-I suppose so," Kitty said, hesitantly. 

She followed the older woman into a small, cheaply furnished bedroom where 
Bev Cantrell immediately began unbuttoning the front of her summer print 
dress. 

"What-what in the world are you doing?" Kitty gasped. 

"Getting undressed, dear. You see I'm quite a good masseuse and the first 
thing that has to be done with you is to see to it that you're fully 
relaxed. The best way to achieve that is with a good massage. Come on, you 
have to take your clothes off, too. Don't mind my being naked. Massaging is 
hard work and all the freedom of movement possible makes it much easier for 
me to do a good job." 

Bev was not wearing anything under her dress and when she shrugged it off, 
Kitty stared at her, blushing. She'd seen other females nude but that was in 
the gym shower room at school. This was so much different-being in a bedroom 
alone, with this mature woman. 

"I-I don't know," Kitty said, nervously. "I-I am already relaxed." 

Bev laughed. "Oh, you sound like it, all right. You're as tense as a coiled 
spring." She stepped toward Kitty. "Come on. I'll help you. Once you've got 
all your clothes off and I start to massage, you'll forget all about being 
nude. It'll seem like the most natural thing in the world." 

With that, Bev started to raise up the bottom of Kitty's sweater. "Okay, up 
with your arms so I can get this off." 

Hesitantly, Kitty obeyed and Bev whisked the sweater up and over her head. 
Then quickly, she stepped behind her and unsnapped her bra. 

"Oooooh!" wailed Kitty. "Do I have to take that off, too?" 

"Of course, silly," Bev told her, smiling. "What's the difference? We're 
both girls." 

"I-I suppose," Kitty murmured as she felt her bra being completely removed 
and the air striking her bared breasts. She felt her nipples rise up, perky 
and hard. They were coral colored and leaped like little rosy spikes from 
the plump, slightly darker areolas surrounding each one. Her breasts stuck 
straight out from high on her chest, shaped like succulent pears, slightly 
uptilted. 

From where he was peeking in the dark of a closet, with the door slightly 
opened, Dirk Smithers could hardly restrain himself when he saw the young 
girl's lovely breasts. Oh, man, he thought to himself, look at that set of 
tits, will you? Just about the best I've ever seen! Oh, man, I could 
probably come, just sucking on those beauties. 

Then he heard Bev say, "Oh, my, honey but you do have gorgeous boobies. 
Tommy will just love them, I'm sure." 

"You-you think so?" 

"He'd have to be made of stone not to. First thing he'll probably want to do 
is play with these pretty things a little." 

Bev reached out and gently cupped both jutting cones of girl flesh, 
wondering at the solid firmness of them. Her thumbs brushed against the 
stiffened nipples as Kitty gasped in some dismay. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded. 

"Just demonstrating what Tommy is going to want to do and at the same time 
acquaint you with the various female erogenous zones, as the sex manuals 
call them. Doesn't this feel nice, Kitty?" She tenderly pinched each 
salmon-colored, tumescent nipple, tweaking them between her fingers. 

"I-I guess so," Kitty said, trembling. "But it also makes me feel kind of-of 
funny. Say, listen," she said, suddenly horrified. "You-you're not a-a 
lesbian or something, are you?" Immediately she was sorry she said it. It 
was a terrible thing to say and from what she'd heard about Bev Cantrell and 
men, an utterly ridiculous idea. 

But Bev didn't seem to get mad. She just laughed and said, "Of course not, 
dear. I love men and the more the merrier, but even the most feminine of 
women sometimes admire another one's body and get pleasure from it. But I 
see you're more nervous than ever, so we'd better get on with the massage." 

She took her hands from Bev's breasts and reached down to hook her thumbs 
into the waist of the younger girl's panties and peeled them down over her 
hips, pushed them whisperingly down her white, shapely thighs and then let 
them fall to her ankles. Kitty daintily stepped out of them. 

"Now go lie down on the bed on your belly," Bev told her. As the younger 
girl complied, Bev picked up her purse and extracted a seven-inch long 
electric hand massager. It was round and had a bullet-shaped tip on one end. 

Watching, Kitty said, "What's that?" 

"A battery-powered massager. It'll really make you feel good." 

Kitty was now sprawled out on the bed, face down. The faintly downy crease 
along her spinal column was like an exclamation point calling attention to 
the high rising, soccer-ball roundness of the cheeks of her behind. 

Watching from the closet, Dirk Smithers felt his penis rising hard as a 
length of hot lead pipe inside his breeches at the sight of the naked, 
nubile young girl sprawled like that on the bed. Oh, look at that, he told 
himself, that fat little ass is just made for back-scuttling! He could 
almost feel how good those rosy round young globes would be against his 
belly. 

Now Bev was kneeling on the bed beside Kitty, running the faintly burring 
vibrator up and down her spine and over her shoulder blades. Then she moved 
it down, let its warm, smooth vibrations be felt over both of Kitty's high 
round buttocks and along the deep crack in between them. When she gently ran 
the round hard thing along there, she watched Kitty's ass cheeks tighten, 
heard her give a small gasp and knew that she was sexually enjoying the 
sensation. 

Suddenly she forced the bullet-shaped end of the instrument down in between 
Kitty's lovely thighs, ran it right down in tightly against her vagina, and 
let it vibrate there as Kitty squirmed and squealed, "No, no! Not down 
there! It-it feels funny!" 

Firmly Bev placed a hand in the hollow of Kitty's spine and held her down 
while she gently worked the vibrator against her pussy. 

"Easy, baby," Bev told her. "This won't hurt you. It'll just give you a good 
feeling, get you nice and hot. You've got to get used to being sexually 
stimulated, you know, so that when Tommy plays with you, you'll know what 
it's all about." 

Still squirming but now with a delicious feeling flooding her sex organs at 
the feel of the hard, round vibrator tingling against her moistening slot, 
Kitty protested, "Yes, but he won't use something like that, will he?" 

"Probably not," Bev admitted. "I guess he'll use his finger at first to get 
that sweet thing of yours all nice and juicy and then, of course, he'll use 
that big, hot stiff cock of his." 

Visualizing in her mind how much better Tommy's thing would be than the 
vibrator, Kitty wriggled in even greater pleasure. When Bev seemed to be 
about to withdraw the instrument, Kitty instinctively tightened her legs 
together, to prevent it. She wanted that nice, warm, round, hard tingly 
thing up there again at her most sensitive part, just a little longer. 

A moment later, though, Bev suddenly withdrew the thing and quickly ran her 
hand down between Kitty's plump white thighs, instead. "Mmmm, let's see if 
it worked right and made you all nice and wet down here!" 

Again Kitty clenched her thighs, this time imprisoning Bev's hand and the 
fingers expertly stroking her now pearling quim. 

"Ah, yes!" Bev said, her own sexual excitement rising fast at the feel of 
the warm, smooth, honeyed and virginal cunt being probed by her fingers. 
"Oh, that's good, dear! Just relax and enjoy it and pretend it's Tommy's 
nice fingers. Oh, it's getting juicier and juicier. Oh, Tommy will love 
that. All men love to know how hot they're getting a girl." 

Inside the closet, Dirk Smithers was almost be-ide himself with lust. His 
own hand was clamped lightly over the big, hot, throbbing ridge in his ants 
as he watched, thinking, Dammit, Bev, hurry p and get down on her, will you? 
I can't wait much longer. If I don't get sucked and fucked soon, I'm going 
to blow my lump right in my pants. 

As though reading his mind, Bev listened to Kitty's moaning and cooing in 
response to the delightfully expert fingering she was getting and knew that 
the younger girl was now so aroused that Bev could take further liberties 
with her. 

She gently rolled Kitty over onto her back and now her diddling finger 
worked from the front, up and down the partially opened pinkness of the 
younger girl's sweet groove, just barely giving her clitty a teasing touch 
on the upstroke. At the same time she used the electric massager on Kitty's 
beautiful upthrust breasts, tickling the tender pink points of them, making 
them even longer and stiffer. 

Kitty by now knew only that she was enjoying the most ecstatic sensations 
she'd ever known. She could no longer keep completely still and her hips 
jerked spasmodically and small mewling sounds of excitement came from her 
partly opened mouth. 

Slowly, Bev worked the massager down from Kitty's breasts, across her white 
little tummy, and then over the sparsely hair-covered bulge of her mound. 
With her fingers, she forced open the top of Kitty's throbbing pussy, 
exposing the oily, erect little pink bud of her clitoris and gently rubbed 
it with the vibrating instrument. 

Immediately Kitty let out a high, keening whine of lustful pleasure. Her own 
finger against her prong had felt good but nothing like this madly vibrating 
thing. It sent wild waves of sexual pleasure quivering all through her and 
now she wantonly humped her hips against that hard, round titillating thing 
that was driving her so crazy. 

"Oh, Bev! Bev! Bev! Bev!" she cried out. 

While she was in the throes of approaching orgasm, Bev reached down with her 
free hand and spread the girl's naked white thighs as wide as possible. Her 
own cunt lips were now wet and swollen with need as she gaped at the 
feminine treasure she'd completely exposed to her own lascivious gaze. She 
had never seen anything quite like it. There was no pubic hair growing 
between the young girl's legs. Her vulva was like a ripe peach, slightly 
split open, revealing a glimpse of the tender pink meat inside of it. The 
sides of it were plump and smooth. 

"Oh, Kitty!" Bev moaned. "Oh, what a lovely, adorable little pussy you have. 
I just love it." 

With that, while she continued to torture the twanging little tab of Kitty's 
clitoris with light rubbings of the massager, she took the middle finger of 
her other hand, ran it down the girl's creaming bun, until it located the 
small tight opening of her vagina. Slowly, she inserted the tip of her 
finger to make sure there was no obstruction and then eased it all the way 
in, enjoying the way the tight, soupy, girlish hole clung to her frigging 
finger. 

Kitty was now in a delirium of sexual delight. Her behind bounced madly up 
and down on the bed, in rhythm to Bev's digital frigging and the teasing of 
her thoroughly aroused little love button. Soon, she called out, "OH! 
OHHHHH! Bev, you-you'd better stop! I-I can't stand any more! It's too good! 
It's too MMMUUUCCCHHHHH! 

AH! OHHHHH! I think I'm going crazy. Watch out! I THINK I-I'M GOING TO 
PEEEEE!" 

Bev knew then that the girl's first wild come was about to start and that 
once it started, nothing could stop it. Quickly, she tossed away the 
vibrator, withdrew her finger from Kitty's drooling hole and buried her 
whole face in that hot, desirable crotch. Her tongue slithered up and down 
the sopping crease, licking and swabbing and then danced madly over and all 
around her tiny female hard-on, just as Kitty's raging climax reached its 
peak. The young girl was now bucking and writhing so much that Bev was hard 
put to keep her mouth applied to the right place. 

At that moment, his face distorted with animal lust, Dirk Smithers rushed 
from his dark hiding place in the closet, yanking open his belt and 
unzipping his fly and pulling down his trousers, as he moved. He stood 
beside the bed, his big red and blunt-headed pego bobbing up and down, veins 
straining at the sides of it and watched Bev feverishly gobbling up Kitty's 
sweet, streaming juices, as the girl continued to come. 

Kitty's head was thrown way back, her long blonde hair strewn about like 
poured honey, her eyes closed, a vein standing in her neck, as she keened 
her pleasure. She wasn't even aware of what was happening as Dirk reached 
down and with both hands massaged her upthrust tits, rotating the 
pebble-hard tips in his hands and then tugging at them with thumb and 
forefinger. Next he removed one hand and picked up the girl's. He moved it 
toward his stiff standing rammer and clamped her fingers around it. Eagerly 
she clasped it and began rubbing up and down the thick, hot, turgid length 
of it. 

Then as Bev slowly moved her moisture-covered mouth from Kitty's steaming 
crotch, the girl's climax subsided somewhat and she slowly came back down to 
earth. She opened her eyes and glanced around in surprise now at the 
strangely pleasant sensation of the hard, feverishly hot thing she was 
holding in her hand. 

When she saw what it was, she couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the 
fat, smooth, reddish crown and the big bush of hair from which this monster 
protruded and then at the fat pouch of balls that hung below it. Oh, no, she 
told herself, it can't be! Oh! oh, but it was! A MAN'S BIG, HARD THING! 

She glanced up then, into the lust-twisted face of Dirk Smithers, smiling 
evilly down at her as he continued to squeeze and knead her big, pouting 
boobs. 

Her hand dropped away from his penis and she cried out, "Oh! Oh, Mr. 
Smithers! I-oh, this is terrible! What-what are you doing here?" 

"What do you think?" he sneered. "I'm watching you get sucked off and loving 
every second of it. Watching you come like a bitch in heat." 

She struggled to arise. "Let-let me out of here! I-I've been tricked! Oh, 
this is awful!" 

Roughly,' Dirk shoved her back down again. "You didn't think it was so awful 
a few moments ago. You sounded like a damned banshee when you were creaming 
in Bev's mouth. And you seemed to like the feel of my cock pretty good, too. 
So take hold of it again while Bev eats some more of that hot young snatch 
of yours." 

The harshness of his gutter language shocked and humiliated poor Kitty. She 
didn't know what to say, what to do. 

"Do as I tell you!" Dirk Smithers thundered. "Or would you like me to tell 
your mother about this; how you like Bev going down on you?" 

"Oh, no, please don't!" Kitty begged, tears starting in her eyes, her full 
lower lip quivering. 

"Then, God damn it. do as you're told. Lie back and relax and take my prick 
in your hand again. Bev, get your hungry mouth down on that sweet little 
pussy again. Give her another good come!" 

Obediently, Bev lowered her mouth to the girl's wet crotch. This time, to 
start with, she managed to take the whole peach-like, smooth quim into her 
mouth and sucked it while she furiously ran her tongue up and down the 
welcoming, opened slit. 

As she did this, Dirk once again took Kitty's small hand and put it on his 
raging hard cock. "Play with that big thing, baby! Give it a little workout 
before you take it in your pretty mouth!" 

Kitty was almost sure she hadn't heard right. That couldn't have been what 
he really said. He couldn't possibly want her to put that big, wagging, ugly 
thing in her mouth! And then once more her hand encircled it and her fingers 
sampled the hot, sticky-skinned feel of it, a sensation like no other, the 
way the skin slips back and forth over the hot, hard gristle beneath it. 

Once more, the things Bev's mouth were doing to her now highly sensitized 
little love flower became too much. She forgot about everything else, he 
stopped thinking. She could only react. As the older woman's long, wet, 
expert tongue slithered d snaked up and down between the undeveloped outer 
lips of her cunt, then probed at the pinkish inner morsels, flogging the 
protruding, penis-like clitty at the top, Kitty once again began the slow 
limb toward the mountain peaks of utter, wildly abandoned ecstasy. 

As this gradually happened, Kitty found that she more and more enjoyed the 
burning hot sensation of Dirk Smither's long, thick, club-like cock in her 
hand. She began to frig it enthusiastically, working the whole length of it 
up and down in her fist and every once in a while, pausing to cup the fat, 
smoothness of the glans in the palm of her little hand. 

"Ooooh! Mmmmmm! That's it, baby!" Dirk encouraged. "Jerk off my big cock 
while I watch you get your luscious pussy eaten!" 

Then, as her fingers flew up and down his pulsating prick with even greater 
speed, Dirk suddenly yanked away, his elongated, hard penis jumping 
spastically. "Hey, that was almost too much!" he said. "Damn if you didn't 
nearly get me off with your hand. But we don't want to waste a good load of 
come now, do we?" 

He waited a moment until he once again had control and then moved closer to 
Kitty's wildly rolling head as she was about to give Bev's vacuuming mouth 
another flow of nectar. When his big, wagging peter was right over Kitty's 
face, he took it in his hand, bent it down and placed the swollen head of it 
between the girl's moist, sweetly parted lips. With a grunt, he pushed and 
felt the rubbery bulk of it cram into Kitty's surprised mouth. 

Half out of her mind with the lustful pleasure from Bev's mouth that seemed 
to be consuming her whole vibrating young body, Kitty was only aware that 
her own mouth was now full of what seemed to be a great fleshy lollipop. 
There was a strange but not unpleasant flavor to it. Instinctively, her 
tongue began to explore the hot, smooth, fat bulb of flesh, running around 
the ridge at the base of it, dipping into the little come-hole on top of it, 
and began to suck with real enthusiasm. Dirk took her hand and placed it on 
his bulging scrotum, crying out his pleasure as her small, warm fingers 
gently toyed with the hard, round balls encased there. 

"Oh, beautiful, girl!" he encouraged her. "Oh, your mouth is better than any 
cunt! Suck it! Gobble it up, baby! Eat that nice big prick!" 

Now his obscene words, instead of shocking Kitty, added even more to the 
sexual excitement flowing up from her tongue-ravished wound. She humped 
faster and faster against Bev's slurping mouth, sucked harder and harder on 
Dirk Smither's bloated tool. Until finally he yanked it suddenly from her 
mouth with a popping sound like a cork springing from a bottle. 

"Damn, if you didn't nearly do it again!" he told her. "I'd love to come in 
that pretty mouth of yours but I'd like to do some screwing first." 

He said then to Bev, "Bev, switch around here, get your ass up this way and 
straddle Kitty's face. While you keep on sucking her, I'm going to hump you 
good, right up close to her face where she can see all the action." 

Without taking her mouth from the younger girl's streaming channel, Bev 
moved around as she'd been instructed. Looking up, Kitty was startled to see 
the older woman's wet and swollen cunny, about a foot above her face. She 
thought, Oh, wow, it's not like mine at all. Look at all the hair around it! 
It looks like a mouth, with big fat wet lips pouted out! 

As Bev's wildly swabbing tongue started Kitty on yet another come, the girl 
looked up and saw Dirk Smithers' great, randy cock rubbing along Bev's wet 
labia. It was pushing and probing as though trying to find an entranceway. 
Then suddenly, the big bullet-shaped head of it found the hole and began to 
cram its way in. 

Oh, golly! Kitty thought. He-he's going to do it to her. He's going to out 
it in! And I-I'm going to see everything! 

She watched the bleating, fat red crown of his ramrod that only a few 
minutes ago she had cupped enthusiastically in her hand and then had rolled 
around with her tongue, in her mouth, suddenly disappear as Bev's eager 
crevice sucked it in. Kitty watched it sink in deeper, disappear inch by 
fat, vein-bulging inch, into the wet, sucking maw of Bev's randy cunt. Then 
she watched it draw out, slick with Bev's free-flowing juices, all the way 
to the lip around the base of the head and then savagely ram all the way in 
again. 

And all the time, Bev's hungry mouth was suctioning her own tortured pussy, 
tongue-reaming it, tongue-tippling the throbbing little prong at the top, 
causing her to go into one long, ass-bumping, quivering, soul-wracking come 
after another. 

Several times she thought she would faint from the ecstasy that exploded 
through her whole body from head to toe, that emanated from her lustfully 
stimulated sex organs and flowed all over her, twanging every nerve end, so 
that she felt like a musical instrument being played by some mad concert 
maestro. 

She watched Dirk's engorged cock plowing faster and faster, deeper and 
deeper into Bev's wetly sucking cunt. She listened to Dirk's guttural cries 
of lustful delight and Bev's as she snorted and moaned and groaned and then, 
strangely, her own voice, almost as though it was someone else's, some 
insanely obscene child's screaming, "Oh, yes! YES! YES! I LOVE IT! OH, IT'S 
SO GOOD! SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!" 

Then she heard Dirk growl, "Oh, baby, I'm going to come now!" 

She heard the thud of his groin against Bev's jutting behind as he pistoned 
in and out in rapid-fire thrusts. Without even realizing what she was doing, 
she reached up and captured his big, heavy, swinging bag of balls with her 
little hand and caressed and milked them gently, as he shot his fierce spend 
into Bev's tightly clamped cunt. 

Kitty watched the fat white drops of jism start to ooze out around the thick 
shaft imprisoned by Bev's plump love lips, as Dirk filled her full. More and 
more of them appeared and began to drip, all over her face. On her cheeks 
and forehead and and chin, they drooled. Then onto her lips. She was only 
faintly aware that her tongue was darting out, licking and savoring the 
strange mixture of semen and a woman's lubricating fluid and liking it, as 
her whole body spasmed in one final, quaking shattering come of her own. For 
a few seconds, she fainted. 

When she came to, Kitty watched Bev cleaning off Dirk's drooping penis. She 
heard Bev say, "We shouldn't have done this, Dirk. We really got the kid 
sexually turned on. Now she's not going to be able to live without it. Sex, 
I mean. She'll be an easy fuck for every guy that goes after her." 

Dirk Smithers laughed. "Good! I'll be first in line. I mean, second. It's 
still probably too damned tight for me. I'll let Tommy break it in for me. 
She should be really ready for him now." 

Kitty used a corner of the bedspread to wipe the partially dried drops of 
semen from her face, her face flaming with humiliation. Then she quickly got 
dressed, shaking her head sadly and softly saying, "Oh, I'm so ashamed, so 
ashamed! How could I have allowed something like that to happen?" 

"Oh, stop worrying about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "What's done is done. 
And it wasn't all that bad, was it? I mean you really dug it while I lasted. 
And now you'll really be ready for Tommy, won't have any juvenile hang-ups 
or embarrassment." 

Kitty didn't answer. Right then she was sure s' would never be able to look 
Tommy Farr in t face again. Or anybody, for that matter. She w sure that her 
guilt must show in her face, that s" must surely look like the wanton whore 
she h become. 

Back home, a little later, she was surprised look in the mirror and see that 
she didn't reall look any different than she ever had. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

For several days after their first adulterous affair, both Wyn and Dianne 
Barker had a rather strained husband-wife relationship. Both were much more 
quiet than usual. Each tried to make up for their guilt feelings by being 
especially polite and attentive to each other. Each of them sensed that 
something was wrong with the other but did not want to question this because 
in turn it might bring about questions that he or she could not answer. 

Nights they slept on separate sides of the big double bed, making sure they 
did not touch each other. At times, Wyn Barker, thinking about the delights 
of Bev Cantrell's horny mouth and the feel of her big, buxom rear end 
against his belly as he jammed his stiff penis in and out of her, would get 
an aching erection. 

At these times, he yearned to turn over toward Dianne and do it to her even 
if she didn't respond as wildly as Bev had. But he felt it would be an 
unfair, unclean thing to do, to have intercourse with his own wife after 
becoming aroused by memories of his sexual encounter with another woman. 
Until he could once and for all get Bev Cantrell out of his mind he knew 
that he couldn't even touch Dianne in a sexual manner. 

He didn't know, of course, that sometimes Dianne was going through a similar 
experience. 

Remembering Tommy Farr's lips and tongue doing wickedly thrilling things to 
her sex organs and then that large young penis of his pounding into her, 
pounding, pounding, making her climax over and over. These times, she wanted 
to roll over toward Wyn, reach down and play with his phallus, making it big 
and erect and then straddling him, easing down on his rock-hard thing, 
feeling it penetrate to the hilt and then moving up and down on it and maybe 
now, now she could even come with her own husband. But she knew that she 
couldn't do that until somehow she had atoned for her terrible sin. 

One night, as Wyn was sitting at his desk, preparing his Sunday sermon, 
Dianne asked him what the subject was going to be. Without looking up at 
her, he said solemnly, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, plus 
judge not, lest ye be judged." 

"Oh?" Dianne said, a little startled. "That should be quite interesting, 
dear. It makes me feel a little guilty, though, after that business of 
having Bev Cantrell thrown off the church committee. I-I suppose it really 
wasn't a very Christian thing to do." 

Rather sternly, he said, "I don't intend it to be aimed at you, my dear, but 
I feel fairly certain that some of the other ladies on the committee are not 
without sin and certainly could not afford to be judged themselves." 

Dianne didn't answer, suddenly once again overwhelmed with her own feelings 
of guilt. 

Two days after her seduction by Bev Cantrell, Kitty Robbins ran into Tommy 
Farr in front of the malt shop. She felt her heart pounding as he came up to 
her with his big, boyish grin and said, "Hi, baby, what's happening?" 

Blushing, wondering if he knew and there was hidden meaning in his question, 
she answered, "Oh, oh, noth-nothing, really, Tommy." 

He arched his eyebrows at her. "You sure?" 

"Of-of course. Nothing ever happens in Ebersburg." 

He laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that. Anyhow, you're looking great, Kitty. 
There's something different about you. I don't know what it is but you 
somehow look more mature, more sophisticated." 

"I-I do?" she said, delighted. 

"Listen," he said, suddenly serious. "You doing anything right' now? I mean 
for the next couple hours?" 

"Uh, why, no. Not really." 

"Good. I've got to run out to the Creegars' place and check out a couple of 
things while they're away. You know, the rich guy who has that big estate 
out at the edge of town? You'll get a kick out of looking over the place. 
Why don't you run out there with me?" 

"Oh! I-I'd love to," she said, floored by the first personal interest he'd 
ever shown in her. 

"Okay. Let's go. My pickup's right down the street." 

Twenty minutes later, they turned into a long driveway running between tall 
sycamore trees and then pulled up before a stately mansion. 

"They left me the key so I could stop by and check things out while they're 
away," he explained. "But don't tell anybody I brought you out here," he 
added conspiratorially, winking at her. 

"Oh, I won't," she assured him. 

Inside, he conducted her on a tour of the big house. Kitty ooohed and ahhed 
at the beautiful and expensive furnishings, the gorgeous paintings and 
crystal chandeliers. Tommy told her, "I'd like to have a big pad like this 
some day when I'm settled down and married. Man, I'd really love to be rich 
and successful." 

"Oh, I'm sure you will be-some day, Tommy." 

"Yeah, maybe," he said. "But I got to finish up school and get into 
something that'll make me some bread. I guess what I need is a good wife to 
me settle down." He laughed. "How about that? Can you imagine me, married, 
maybe with a couple of kids running around?" 

Kitty got so flustered she couldn't even answer as she thought of what it 
might be like if she was married to this big, beautiful guy she was so crazy 
about. 

When they came to the big master bedroom with its canopied, king-size bed, 
Tommy said, "Wow! Imagine spending your honeymoon in a place like this?" 

"Oh, it's so beautiful," Kitty agreed. 

Suddenly he turned to her and took her chin in his hand and tilted it up 
toward him. "So are you, baby," he said. "I've been digging you for a long 
time, did you know that?" 

"N-n-no, Tommy. You-you never showed it." 

"Well, I guess I just couldn't believe that any chick as stacked and 
good-looking as you are could care anything about a dumb dude like me." 

"I-I don't think you're dumb at all," she said quickly. "I-I think you're 
quite nice." 

"You do?" He suddenly pulled her tightly against him with his free hand, 
still cupping her chin with the other. "That's good. That's beautiful, 
baby!" 

Then his mouth was on hers, gently at first, lightly kissing, and then she 
felt the tip of his tongue running over her full lower lip. His hands 
caressed the hollow of her spine, sending shudders running through her. His 
tongue forced her mouth open and found hers. His hands dropped to her 
prominently rounded haunches, cupped them and pulled her closer against him. 
She became aware of the long, thick, hot hard lump rising in his jeans, 
pressing against her soft belly. She let herself flow against him and now 
her own tongue began to fence with his and soon they were both breathing 
heavily. 

A few moments later, he eased a little away from her and he whispered, "Oh, 
Kitty baby, you don't know what you do to me. Let me show you." He took her 
hand and placed it on the thick, throbbing ridge in his pants. "You see how 
you turn me on? I want you, Kitty. I've got to have you. Will you let me?" 

She buried her face against his shoulder, while her hand eagerly fondled his 
big hard-on, feeling the size and heat of it, even through the cloth of his 
pants. "Oh, Tommy! Tommy!" she whimpered. "I-I guess I'd do anything for 
you." 

He began to unbutton her blouse down the front. "I want to see your 
beautiful breasts," he told her. "And kiss them and love them for you." 

She stood, trembling, hardly able to believe that what she'd wanted for so 
long, was about to happen to her. He peeled off her blouse and reached back 
to unsnap her bra but had trouble with it. 

"You do it for me," he urged her. 

While she reached back to undo the snap, he removed her skirt and then her 
brassiere was free and she lifted it off, exposing the widely separated 
thrusting pears of her naked young breasts, the long coral-colored tips 
already fiercely aroused. She stood there before him, wearing only a tight 
pair of little silken panties. 

"Oh, too much!" he gasped, gently feeling and fondling her firm breasts. 
"The most beautiful titties I've ever seen in my life!" 

He bent his face toward them, delicately licked each swollen, tender nipple 
and then took turns taking them between his lips, gently tugging at them, 
pulling them out to even greater stiffness. Kitty moaned and marveled at his 
gentleness. Oh, she thought, this is what sex should really be, with a kind 
and thoughtful man, with a man you really love. 

And then he was on his knees before her, his lips warm and moist against her 
belly as he ran both hands up and down one plumply smooth white thigh, then 
the other. His tongue licked into the tiny dimple of her belly button. Then 
his face was at her crotch and he began to lick her through the thin white 
silk. At the first touch of his tongue, Kitty thought she would swoon with 
the sudden overpowering thrill that shook her. It was so different from Bev 
doing that to her. He continued to lick her through the now sopping, flimsy 
silk, until her clitty was standing at full attention, begging to be taken 
care of. 

She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head 
tightly to her. Next she felt his fingers inside the waistband of her 
panties and he slowly peeled them down over her plump hips, down the long, 
smooth whiteness of her lovely thighs and helped her step out of them. 

He proceeded then to lick the tiny blonde curls that sparsely covered her 
prominent mound, to the top of her young girl crack. Then he let the hot wet 
arrow of his tongue slide down there and delve into the top of her gully 
until it encountered the moist and stiffening,, nubbin of her clitoris. He 
tongued it until it was quivering and in full erection, at the same time 
that his hands reached around and kneaded the plump, smooth dumplings of her 
jutting ass. 

Kitty responded with little whinnying sounds of pleasure, her back arched 
and her hips moving slightly. "Oh, Tommy! Oh, Tommy, darling!" she cried 
out. "Have you ever done this to any other girl?" 

"Mmm-nnn," he lied. "I've never wanted to but I do with you. Get over on the 
bed while I undress and I'll do it some more for you." 

Obediently, she reclined on the bed and watched Tommy get undressed, her 
already wildly aroused sex instincts keyed up higher by the anticipation of 
seeing him naked. When he finally pushed down his jockey shorts and his 
long, thick white tool leaped free, the large, dark pink head half pushed 
out of its foreskin, she could hardly suppress a moan of delight at the 
gallant way it stood up at an angle and waggled from side to side as he 
walked-toward her. 

He got up on the bed, straddling her head so that his rigid rod dangled, 
throbbing, right over her face. He gently spread her naked white thighs and 
studied the delicate core of her womanhood. "Oh, man, what a beautiful one 
you've got," he told her excitedly. "So smooth and plump and no hair to get 
in the way, so I can lick it good all over." 

Then he bent his head forward and his long tongue paint-brushed up and down 
the slot of her hotly waiting quim. It pushed in harder and forced open the 
undeveloped outer lips and explored the shining pink, more sensitive inner 
ones. Her juice was the sweetest he'd ever tasted. As he licked and lapped 
that now slickly honeyed girl-cunt, he felt her hand gingerly seize his 
dangling prick, exploring the feel of it and then, after a moment, clasping 
it eagerly. 

While the wet, smooth caressing of her genital area drove Kitty mad with 
lust, she gazed up at the lovely white swollen cock only a few inches above 
her face and the round white balls pouched beneath it. Oh, how beautiful! 
she thought. It...it's not like that horrid Dirk Smithers' at all. It almost 
looks as though it's sculptured! 

Gently, she forced back the prepuce, revealing all of the gracefully 
contoured knob of his phallus, all rosy and smooth and now with a small 
white pearl of lubricating fluid poised at the hole in the tip. Her other 
hand reached up and captured the twin, hard roundness in his scrotum. She 
rolled and tumbled them with her fingers and the palm of her hand. 

Now, between her spraddled legs, Tommy's mouth was giving her the full 
treatment as he worked his tongue-tip in and out of the opening of her small 
hole in an expert oral fucking. As the almost unbearable pleasure of it 
swept over her, Kitty began bouncing her buttocks up and down and she 
suddenly had to give him the same kind of pleasure. She raised her head, 
guided the smooth acorn of his engorged prick to her mouth and the tip of 
her tongue avidly licked off the small dew-drop of lubricant, savoring the 
salty-starchy taste of it. Then she slid the whole throbbing crown between 
her full, moistened lips and into her mouth. 

Oh, he was so good to suck, she told herself. In a few minutes I'm going to 
come and I won't care if he does, too. He can do it the other way some other 
time. I'll love feeling his lovely juice squirting in my eager, waiting 
mouth. 

Then she did start to come, her hips bucking wildly, strange noises coming 
deep from her throat and through her hard-breathing nostrils, as Tommy 
sucked and licked her too long neglected clitty, giving it all of his 
attention, now. 

At the same time he humped the head and another couple of inches of his 
great, quaking, steel-lard dick in and out of her mouth, as her tongue 
swirled and slithered around the delicious hot thickness of it. 

As her first orgasm subsided, Tommy eased his well-dewed face from her 
crotch, forced her to reluctantly release his hard, throbbing hunger from 
her mouth. He turned around and, pulled her to him. He kissed her, forcing 
her mouth open so that his tongue could slide inside and she tasted the 
slightly coppery flavor of her own cunt juices in his mouth and didn't mind 
it at all. 

While they feverishly tongue-sucked each other, one of his hands squeezed 
and toyed with her hard, pear-shaped boobies, thumbing and twanging and 
plucking at the long stiff-to-bursting nipples. His other hand explored the 
high rising plumpness of her beautifully shaped ass, pressing a finger into 
the mysterious crack between the firm cheeks, gently touching the little 
rosebud hidden deeply there. Then his hand slid lower and he began 
fingerfucking her from the back. 

All this time his randy pile-driver was rubbing and throbbing against the 
sweet, white little belly it would soon fill up. Kitty was in a delirium of 
delight at all this. She felt as though she could do this forever with 
Tommy; it would be like being in heaven the rest of her life. 

He whispered into her ear, "I'm almost ready to fuck you, baby. Now don't be 
afraid." 

"I-I'm not," she gasped. 

"Has anybody ever done it to you before?" 

"Uh-uh," she said, hardly able to mumble, what with the lustful diddling 
going on between her legs from the back, the hot, hard leaping of his prick 
against her belly. 

"I'll try not to hurt you," he told her. 

"I-I don't care, Tommy, if it does hurt. I just want you in me, all of you 
in me so badly, I just don't care." 

"All right then, but listen to what I say. Since this is the first time that 
lovely little cunt of yours has had a cock in it, I've got to go easy. 
First, I'll just force the tip, the head of it in, work that in and out." 

"Oh, yes! Yes, Tommy!" 

"Then, when you start coming over the head of it, the rest will go in 
easier. I'll work the rest of it in an inch at a time until you've got that 
whole big thing inside of you, okay?" 

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready." 

He eased into position between her gracefully sprawled, naked thighs, 
looking down at the slightly opened wound of her seeping young peach. He 
rubbed the head of his rammer along the pinkish gash, moistening it well. 
Then he placed it right at the wet and waiting opening of her vagina and 
gently pushed. She helped him by pushing up in response and gave an eerie 
cry as she felt the big slick knob force its way out of its foreskin and 
cram into her. 

It did hurt her a little at first but she took her lower lip between her 
teeth to stifle the pain-cry. Then, as he slowly worked just the slippery 
smooth helmet of his peter in and out of her clinging, dewy vestibule, she 
began to work up to an orgasm. As he felt it approaching, Tommy slid his 
pronghead in and out faster and faster. When she was arching and humping 
under him, calling out to him that she was coming, coming, he slid in 
another thick inch, then another and another until he was full tilt up into 
her quivering young belly, their pubic hairs tangling. 

He let it soak there for a moment, his full, round balls nestling against 
her ass. Then he slowly withdrew all the way to the tip and just as slowly 
slid it completely back in once more, marveling at the way the hot, wet 
tissues of her virginal cuntal walls clung to it and milked it. 

"Oh, baby!" he told her excitedly. "So tight, so good and tight. It's the 
best I've ever had!" 

Then he started sluicing it into her, faster and faster, lifting himself up 
and a little forward so that the full length of his hot, hard drill rubbed 
against her tender clitoris with every stroke. With each pistoning motion, 
Kitty hugged him harder to her, flattening her gorgeous breasts against his 
chest, the long, stiff nipples of them rubbing against his own. Her soft 
warm legs entwined around him, her ankles locked behind his back as she 
worked with him, mewling little animal sounds of lustful pleasure with each 
churning stroke of that new, strange, wonderful big thing plundering her 
girlish cunny. 

Oh, man, Tommy thought, lifting Kitty up by her plump buttocks, Dirk was 
right. This one's a real hotbox. She must have been dying for it for a long 
time. Oh, Jesus, the way she's working with me you'd think she'd been 
screwing for years. I got a feeling I can make her come a hundred times if I 
last long enough. 

He alternately speeded up the churning of his big pole into her sopping 
groove as she approached each climax and then slowed down to wait for the 
beginning of the next one. In between orgasms, Kitty clutched at him and 
choked out lyrical words of appreciation, telling him how wonderful he was. 

Several times he changed positions, slamming her over onto her belly and 
then lying on top of her, slipping his well-oiled weapon into her from the 
back, slamming his hips up and down against the bouncing, bowling-ball 
roundness of her quivering ass-cheeks. 

He turned her on one side and with one of her silken-skinned legs doubled 
under his ribs, he pumped it to her from that angle, while he sucked her 
swollen titties and then looked down at the glorious sight of his thick, 
vein-ridged shaft working furiously in and out of her widely stretched, 
baby-smooth cuntal opening. By now her own juice had bathed his cock so much 
it was seeping out, foaming about the ridgepole, invading her. 

Lastly, he forced her up over him and showed her how to sit the flagpole and 
then, straddling him, as she watched the throbbing thickness of his pecker 
emerging and then disappearing with blurring rapidity in and out of hotly 
bubbling canal, he squeezed and fondled her wildly hobbling tits, thumbing 
and twisting the long, bursting hard pink nipples. Her face was now 
contorted with the orgiastic agony of one long, continuous come as she 
wailed like a cat in heat with every furious stroke. 

Finally, Tommy could hold out no longer. He felt his hard working prick 
begin to swell and stiffen even more as his seed was siphoned up from his 
wildly swinging balls, drawn, sucked, milked out of him by her hotly 
vacuuming cunt. With a last series of insanely violent humping, he met her 
every downward movement with an upward one of his own, clutched tightly her 
hard, heaving ass, and felt his thick sperm exploding into her, gushing, 
spewing, and then the final drops oozing and spilling out into her already 
filled-to-overflowing crevice. He felt their commingled juices warm and 
sticky, drooling onto the base of his penis, into his pubic hair, and down 
onto his completely emptied testes. 

Sated, exhausted, still whimpering and moaning in the rosy aftermath of her 
sexual fulfillment, Kitty eased off him and fell sideways to the bed, her 
breasts still heaving, her little white belly sucking in and out with her 
continued heavy breathing. Her hand reaching down to capture and caress the 
sticky wet, still partially erect organ that had thrilled her so much. 

"Oh, Tommy, darling Tommy!" she murmured. 

On an impulsive wave of tenderness for this beautiful young female whom he 
had just so royally fucked, Tommy leaned over her and gently kissed the 
still erect tips of her lovely breasts and then lightly stroked her 
perspiring forehead as his lips lightly kissed hers. 

"There, there, baby! It-was good, wasn't it? You were absolutely beautiful, 
Kitty!" 

"Oh, I hope so, Tommy. I-I wanted to be, honey. Oh, I love you so much, 
Tommy!" Her hands caressed his hair and his face, tracing a tiny fingertip 
over his lips, and he felt a tenderness toward her that he'd never 
experienced after sex with another female. 

Later, driving back to town he was grateful that she was silent most of the 
way. One thing he hated was a female who felt compelled to chatter like a 
magpie after a good sex bout. 

Actually, Kitty was too exhausted to talk and anyhow, she was busy with her 
own thoughts. She was thinking to herself that she was filled up with Tommy 
Farr's life juices to the point where they were leaking out and soaking her 
panties. She knew that it was quite possible that he had gotten her 
pregnant. She didn't care. Even if he refused to marry her, she didn't care. 
She would love to have a baby by Tommy. She would love it and keep it 
forever and ever. 

Thinking this, she was a little startled to suddenly hear Tommy ask; "Hey, 
baby, you know how to take care of yourself, don't you?" 

"What?" 

"You know. So nothing will happen after what we just did. You dig?" 

"Oh, sure. Of course," she said quickly. "I may be young and inexperienced 
but I'm not dumb." 

He reached over and patted her bare, round and dimpled knee. "That's my 
girl," he told her, relieved. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Dianne Barker was busy in the study, setting up a program for the next 
community service meeting, when the telephone call came. 

"Hello, Mrs. Barker," a male voice said. "This is Tommy Farr. How are you?" 

Her heart leaped. "Oh," she said. "I'm all right. Only I'm awfully busy 
right now, Tommy." 

"Sorry about that," he told her. "But I don't think you should be too busy 
to pay me a little visit." 

Startled, she said, "What-what for, Tommy?" 

"Well, for one thing, I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. 
I got carried away, ! guess." He chuckled. "In fact, we both did, didn't 
we?" 

Dianne felt her cheeks get hot and red. "There's no apology necessary," she 
told him, trying to be cool and dignified. "It's not called for because 
nothing like that will ever happen again." 

"Oh, of course not," Tommy said quickly. "But I think you'd better get over 
here anyhow. There's a little tape recording you might like to hear." 

"Ta-tape recording?" Dianne gasped. "What...what are you talking about? " 

"I think you know. Would you want me to play part of it for you over the 
telephone?" 

"Oh, no, no!" she put in quickly. "Don't do that. Where-where are you, 
Tommy?" 

"You know where the Creegars' place is, just outside of town." 

"Yes." 

"Well, I'm out there. I thought you might like to talk things over in a real 
private place. They're away but I have the keys. How soon will I see you? 
You'd better make it fast. This tape I was talking about is so hot it might 
melt if you're too long getting here. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss 
it." 

"I-I'm leaving right now," Dianne said. 

Driving over there, she was almost sick with worry. How could she have been 
so stupid? How could she have let herself be trapped by that arrogant boy? 
Now what was she going to do? It was obvious to her that he intended to 
blackmail her but for how much? She doubted that she could raise more than 
five hundred without Wyn knowing anything about it. But Tommy Farr was just 
a handyman, probably he wouldn't want more than that, maybe less, Meanwhile, 
she could only pray that was true. 

She drove up into the Creegars' driveway, parked in front of the big 
mansion, got out and ran up onto the front porch and banged the big door 
knocker. Her mouth gaped as a moment later the door was opened by Bev 
Cantrell. 

"What-what are you doing here?" Dianne gasped. 

Bev smiled innocently. "Surprise, surprise," she chanted. "Come on in, 
darling. Who did you expect to see? Tommy Farr? Ah, I'm sorry to disappoint 
you. I know how much you and Tommy have in common. But he had to leave 
unexpectedly. I think, though, that I can manage to keep you amused. Do come 
in." 

Dianne pushed past her. inside the house. She said weakly, "I-I wish I knew 
what this was all about. I-I don't understand what you have to do with it." 
She really did, though. It was beginning to enter her mind that the whole 
thing was a frame up, probably engineered by this smart alec. Bev, as 
revenge for Dianne's getting her kicked off the church committee and making 
her a gossip victim all over town. But then how could she have possibly 
known that Tommy and Bev were in cahoots? 

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "Everything's going to work 
out just fine." 

She ushered Dianne into the huge living room, where Dianne stopped stock 
still, staring unbelievingly at the grinning, leering face of Dirk Smithers. 

"You! You!" she cried shrilly. 

"Sure. Why not, Mrs. Barker?" he said, chuckling. "Shook you up a little, 
eh? Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer broad. Sit down. Sit down, baby, and 
relax." 

"I-I don't know what's going on here," Dianne managed. "But I'd better 
leave." 

"Hold it, bitch!" Dirk thundered. "Get your ass down in that chair over 
there and do as you're told or a lot of the right people in town are going 
hear the sexiest tape recording ever made." 

Dianne felt faint as she eased down onto a chair. This was ridiculous, 
impossible! Finally, she managed to get out, "I-I don't believe this! You -a 
man of the law-trying to blackmail me?" 

He shook his head slowly. "Now that's not a nice word, Dianne. Nobody said 
anything about blackmail. Nobody's asking you for any money. It's just that 
I'm in possession of a little evidence of adulterous goings-on in this town 
and I really ought to act upon them, unless I can be convince that there's a 
better way to handle the situation. Now, you are a reasonable woman, aren't 
you?" 

"What do you want then?" Dianne demanded. "And suppose I say I don't even 
know what you're talking about?" 

Dirk Smithers shrugged. "Listen for yourself," he told her. He reached to a 
tape player on the table next to his chair, pushed a toggle. 

Quite distinctly, Dianne Barker heard her own passion-thickened voice crying 
out, "OH, YES, TOMMY! THAT'S GOOD! GOOOOOOOOOD! OH, YES, TOMMY! PUSH IT 
DEEPER, GO FASTER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S IT, TOMMY...OH, YOU DO IT TO ME 
SOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOODDDD!" 

"Do what, Mrs. Barker?" Tommy's voice asked. "Tell me. Don't be bashful. You 
mean, fuck you, don't you? Say it, then, if you want more." 

"OOOOHHHHH! YYYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSS! OH MY GOD, YES, TOMMY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, 
FUCK MEEEEEEE GOOOODDDD!" 

Dianne Barker listened, pale, trembling, wishing the floor would open up and 
swallow her, even if it took her to the bowels of hell, as Dirk Smithers 
switched the toggle off. 

"How about that, bitch?" he said. "You think there's any mistaking who that 
is? You really dug that big, stiff young cock of his. And there's even more. 
We got the whole thing on tape, him eating your hot pussy and all. You want 
to hear that, too?" 

"No, no, please!" she said, faintly. 

"That's better," Dirk said. "And don't get any notion about rushing over 
here and trying to grab that tape. There's a copy in my office safe." 

Dianne put her face in her hands. Half sobbing, she said, "What do you 
want?" 

"Nothing much, really," he told her. "Stop that fucking bawling and let's 
talk it over. Now that we know that you're not really the snotty, high and 
mighty bitch that you like everybody to think you are, now that we know you 
love a real good hot fucking just like anybody else, Bev and I figured we 
all might have a little party together." 

"Par-party?" she said, gulping. 

"Yeah. Stand up and take your clothes off, whore!" 

"What?" 

"You heard me. Strip! Like you did for young Tommy. I'll give you thirty 
seconds and if you don't do as you're told, I'll call the whole thing off 
and go to the local newspaper with that tape." 

Slowly she stood up and started to unzip her blouse. "What-what are you 
going to do?" she asked, choking back sobs of desperate humiliation. 

"Oh, nothing really much. Just want to see what those big tits of yours 
really look like and that blonde-haired cunt of yours that Tommy said was so 
good to suck and fuck. Hurry up! Strip, baby! That ain't going to hurt you." 

As Dianne then did as she was told, she suddenly knew that terrible, nasty 
things were going to happen to her this afternoon. She had heard of people 
going through hell right here on earth; well, that was her fate now. She was 
going to be punished and punished badly for her weakness of the flesh with 
Tommy Farr. She was going to be shown that no matter how wonderful they may 
seem at the time, fleshly sins are not worth the price one has to pay. 

Trembling, her whole body flushed with shame, she was suddenly naked. At the 
same time she saw that Bev Cantrell had also undressed and was now 
completely nude. She also saw that Dirk 

Smithers was taking off his clothes! Oh, no, she thought, this can't be 
happening! 

"Okay, kid," Dirk told Bev. "While I strip, get over there and see how those 
big beautiful knockers of hers feel. Man, she's really got a sweet pair on 
her." 

As Bev approached, Dianne covered her breasts with her own hands, ashamed of 
the way her nipples were protruding long and stiff as fingertips. "Please 
don't touch me!" she begged. 

"Don't be silly," Bev told her. "I have to. Dirk's our master, you know and 
we are just slaves. We have to do everything he wants. There is no other 
choice." 

She moved Dianne's hands and cupped Dianne's big, quivering, thrusting boobs 
with her own hands. She squeezed them and took the stone-hard nibs between 
her fingers, tweaking them. "Mmmm!" Bev said. "Oh, they are nice and warm 
and solid, Dirk. You're going to love them. And now I'd better warm this 
thing up a little, for you." 

As Dianne watched Dirk, now stark-naked, walk toward them, she felt one of 
Bev's hands drop to her muff, cup it and then insinuate a lustful finger 
down under and on to the plump lips of her vulva. 

She couldn't take her gaze from Dirk's big, fat, hard prick, tilted out 
before him like a fleshy battering ram, wagging back and forth as he walked. 
In spite of herself she was fascinated by the sight of the fat, purplish, 
bullet-shaped head of it, so blunt and large-looking. 

"Ahh!" Bev said, diddling Dianne's swiftly moistening cunny. "Just looking 
at that fat, fabulous dong of yours, Dirk, is already turning her on." 

"Oh, no, please don't do this to me," Dianne begged. 

"Why not?" Bev demanded. "If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be getting so 
creamy down here." 

Now Dirk was beside her, a sullen, lustful expression on his face. His big, 
rough hands moved to her breasts and, as he licked his lips, making little 
gloating sounds, they kneaded and rolled the big, plump, white-fleshed heaps 
of her mammaries. 

"Oh, beautiful, bitch," he said to Dianne. "I've been wanting to get my 
hands on these nice big, bare tits of yours for a long time." 

Then he bent and took turns greedily sucking the long, flint-hard nipples. 
At the same time, Bev's finger was now more rapidly working back and forth 
between Dianne's wet and fleshy cunt lips. Even as she tried to fight 
against it, Dianne felt the first warm flush of extreme sexual excitement 
beginning to flood her whole body. 

She felt Dirk take her hand, then, and place it on his arching, tumescent 
prick. When she felt the hot hardness of it, Dianne jerked her fingers away 
in shock. 

Dirk stopped sucking her breasts and said angrily, "I want you to play with 
it! How dare you yank your hand away! Is my big cock not good enough for you 
to feel or something? You got to be taught a lesson right now, whore!" 

He slapped her hard across the face, leaving red finger marks on her pale 
cheeks. "Oh!" she gasped, tears filling her eyes. "Oh, you bastard, you!" 

"Yeah, that's me," he told her, grinning. "Now, take that thing in your fist 
and give it a good hand job or there'll be more of the same." 

Quickly, then, her hand reached out and seized his long, thick, hard and 
bobbing prick. She closed her fist about it and began working the skin back 
and forth over the hot, bonelike hardness underneath the burning tissue. 

"There! That's not so bad, is it?" he asked. "There are a lot of women in 
this town who'd give anything for a chance to jerk off my cock. You should 
feel honored." 

Dianne didn't answer. She just stood with her eyes closed, telling herself 
that she couldn't prevent whatever was going to happen and the best thing 
for her to do was to just go along and get it over with as soon as possible. 
Meanwhile, Dirk was again sucking the big, gelatinous globes of her breasts, 
pulling at the aroused nipples with his lips and tonguing them at the same 
time, while her hand was more enthusiastically than she realized frigging 
his great stiff ramrod. Every once in a while, she would slip her hand to 
the top of it curiously, testing the sensation of the fat, smooth head of it 
against her palm, rolling it there. 

Suddenly, Dirk pulled away. "Enough of that," he said. "Let's get on with 
the rest of the program." He pointed at Dianne. "You, get down on the floor, 
on your back." 

"Oh, no, don't do it to me, please!" 

"Why not? If you loved it with Tommy, you'll like it just as good with me. 
Maybe better. Anyhow, I'm not going to fuck you. At least not right now. 
Now, get down there or do you want me to slap you silly again?" 

She put her fingertips to her still stinging cheek. "Oh, no," she said and 
got down on the floor, keeping her long, lovely legs tightly closed 
together, the now slightly spread fullness of her hard-nippled breasts 
heaving up and down. 

Dirk looked at her and then bent over and roughly spread her long, fleshy, 
white thighs apart so that he could look right down at her gaping sex org 
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Lots of nice blonde hair down there and a 
good, juicy, fat-lipped pussy, for later." 

Then he straddled her chest and eased down, placed his long, fat organ into 
the soft, warm valley between her breasts. He took hold of them with his 
hands and rolled them together so that they bunched up in soft, fleshy 
piles, covering all of his rigid penis. 

A strange thrill of surprise welled through Dianne's whole body at the new 
and unexpected sensation of that burning hot length of gristle snugged 
tightly between her breasts. 

"Mmmmm, nice!" Dirk moaned, working his randy machine back and forth in its 
warm prison of woman flesh. "These nice big ones of yours were just made for 
titty-fucking. But you hold 'em together while I play with those nice fat 
nipples and work my dong back and forth." 

In a few moments, Dirk ordered, "Look down and watch the action, baby. It's 
real good." 

Curiously, she raised her head up slightly and looked down, watching the 
enormous glans peeking back and forth at her as it slid between he-heaped-up 
breasts. 

"Doesn't that look nice?" Dirk said. "Now bring your head forward a little 
bit more and stick you tongue way out.....Ah, that's it!" 

As Dianne obeyed, she felt the feverish smooth ness of that cruelly blunt 
cockhead brushing against her wet tongue. She was a little surprised that 
there was practically no odor to it, just a faint mannish muskiness and that 
the feel of the thing against her tongue was incredibly smooth and rather 
pleasant. 

There was a faint clicking sound from the right and Diane heard Bev Cantrell 
say, "There! That should be a good one." 

Dianne turned her head and saw Bev holding a Polaroid camera. "Oh, no!" 
Dianne cried out. "You -you didn't take a picture of that, did you?" 

"Why not?" Bev laughed. "But don't worry too much. Nobody'll ever see it as 
long as you continue to do as you're told." 

"You couldn't show it to anybody, anyhow," Dianne protested. "Dirk's in the 
picture, too." 

Bev shook her head. "No, he isn't. I cut his face out of it. All I got was 
you with that big wicked schlong of his fucking you between the tits while 
you were lapping the head of it with your tongue." 

"Oh, dear!" Dianne moaned. "If-if you'll just destroy it, I-I'll do anything 
you want me to. Anything!" 

"Well, we'll see about that," Dirk said, getting up to his feet. He turned 
toward Bev. "I imagine you watching what's been going on between Dianne and 
me has got your hot cunt begging for some action. Get over here and lie 
down." 

With her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself, Bev, her eyes glazed 
with lust, walked toward them. "Oh, is it ever!" Bev said. "It's already 
opened and juicy." 

While Bev sprawled out on her back on the floor, Dirk ordered Dianne to come 
over and squat on her haunches next to them. Then Dirk kneeled between Bev's 
nakedly spread thighs and lowered himself. He told Dianne, "I'm going to 
stir up this hungry twat of hers with a little fucking and give it a good 
flavor for you when it's your turn." 

"Fl-flavor?" Dianne gulped. 

"Sure. I love to watch a woman sucking another one's pussy. It's real kicks. 
Especially you going down on a woman you thought was so awful because she 
likes to suck cock. Didn't you ever lap a good hot snatch like this, 
Dianne?" 

His fingers reached down and parted the pouting, slickly wet lips of Bev's 
pulsating channel. 

"Oh, no," Dianne said, shocked. "Of course, I never have." 

"Pretty soon you won't be able to say that," Dirk told her, leeringly. "Now, 
baby, reach down there and take hold of my cock and guide it into that nice, 
hot wet gash." 

"Yeah, and hurry it up," Bev said, panting. "Watching you two fool around 
has got me dying for a good fuck." 

Dirk took Dianne's warm, long, slender-fingered hand and placed it on his 
thrumming hard pole. "Now-now, what do I do?" Dianne wanted to know. 

"For Christ's sake, how dumb can you get, bitch! See that little hole down 
at the bottom? Just put the head of my dick there and push it in." 

Dianne did as she was told, hot sensations flooding her own crotch as she 
held this strange man's horny pego and guided it toward Bev's waiting cunny 
hole and knew for the first time that she was going to watch, close up, two 
people fucking. She could hardly believe what was happening. She placed the 
big blunt glans where she had been told and then watched Dirk arch his hips 
and push it in with a slight sucking sound. Bev let out a wail of delight at 
this welcomed entry and humped her hips to engulf even more of the big, 
fleshy delight she so loved. 

As he began to work his turgid tool in and out of Bev's creaming sheath, he 
reached out and toyed with Dianne's big tits, pinching and twisting the 
violently erect nipples. Then he pulled her closer so that he could suck and 
lick them while his hand dropped down between Dianne's widespread thighs as 
she squatted on her haunches and explored her wet and puffy pussy lips. He 
was surprised at the amount of honey already seeping from between them. His 
fingertip searched for and found her clitoris. It was already eagerly 
protruding and as he expertly massaged it, Dianne let out a long, 
half-suppressed cry of delight. 

It was just too much for the woman, watching a man's penis plunging 
arrogantly in and out of another woman's steaming quim, while the man sucked 
her own breasts and fingered her own now dewy and madly palpitating crease. 

She knew if it kept up much longer, she would have to climax; she wouldn't 
be able to stop it from happening. Remembering how wild and unrestrained 
she'd been when Tommy made her have an orgasm, Dianne prayed that wouldn't 
happen now. She just couldn't make such a sordid exhibition of herself. Yet 
she could feel the extreme sensation fast approaching, under the influence 
of Dirk's rough finger diddling her tiny, sensitive prong. 

Just as it was about to happen, though, Dirk suddenly pulled his penis, with 
a wet, popping sound, from Bev's throbbing vagina and his hand moved away 
from Dianne's crotch. All of them were now breathing with heavy, snorting 
gasps. 

Bev cried out, "Oh, no, Dirk Why'd you stop? It was just getting good. I was 
all ready to come." 

"Don't worry," he told her. "You still will." 

He grabbed Dianne and roughly shoved her down between Bev's widespread white 
thighs. "Get your face down there and lick and suck!" he ordered. 

When the whimpering Dianne protested, Dirk hauled off and gave her jutting 
behind a painfully stinging slap. "Do as you're told," he thundered. "Or 
next time I'll use my riding crop on that royal ass of yours," he warned. 

Half sobbing, Dianne lowered her face to the soupy, waiting pussy of the 
other woman. Her nostrils filled with the musky sex scent of Bev's and 
Dianne was surprised to note that it didn't disgust her at all but rather 
stimulated even more her own already aroused sex feelings. Hesitantly, she 
stuck out her tongue and rubbed the tip of it back and forth between the 
other woman's fat, pouting lips. With that, Bev let out a cry and grabbed 
Dianne's head, pulling her face full against her crotch. 

"Oh, yeah!" she cried out. "That's good, baby! Do it! Lick it, suck it! Eat 
my nice hot pussy!" 

The knowledge that her mouth and tongue were so violently arousing Bev 
suddenly gave Dianne a tremendous satisfaction and encouraged her to greater 
efforts. When she felt her tongue encounter Bev's swollen clitty, she 
diddled it furiously, listening to Bev cry out her delight, feeling her 
bounce her big behind up and down on the floor. 

Then she heard Dirk say, "Oh, man, I've got to get a piece of this action!" 

Up on her knees between Bev's legs, Dianne suddenly felt the full length and 
thickness of Dirk's white-hot peter pushing against the crack of her ass. 
Then it slid down lower and the big, blunt glans was poised at the 
fat-lipped entrance to her hole. With one savage surge, Dirk rammed it all 
the way in. Dianne felt as though a huge, hot sausage had invaded her and 
that it was so enormous that she couldn't stand that bulbous-headed thing 
going in and out of her. But then, as he began to churn it in and out of 
her, her own juices flowed and the hot, rigid thickness slipped back and 
forth more easily. It now slammed in and out of her like a well-oiled 
piston. 

With each thrust she licked and sucked harder at Bev's flowing cunt, tasting 
and savoring the strange, coppery-flavored juice. Bev was now bucking like a 
wild pony and suddenly her thighs bent upward and inward, imprisoning 
Dianne's face between them, the warm, plump flesh of them like heated silken 
cushions. 

Suddenly, with a wild, swinging and rolling of her hips, Dianne felt a 
gigantic come welling up from her womb and all through her, making her 
fiercely plundered cunt even more soupy, bathing the already slick monster 
skewering her so savagely. 

She wished her mouth wasn't so full of wet hot cuntal flesh so that she 
could cry out, "Don't stop! Not ever, ever! Give me more! More!" 

Then, abruptly, she felt Dirk slide his wildly jumping tool from the milking 
tightness of her vagina. As she was about to take her face away from Bev's 
boiling crotch and beg Dirk to do it to her some more, she suddenly felt a 
new and strangely exciting sensation. It was the hot, hard, rubbery bulb of 
his prick pressing against the small pink rosebud nestled between the cheeks 
of her behind. The pressure was only slight and quite pleasant as she 
thought, Oh, dear, he's got it in the wrong place but he'll soon find out 
because he couldn't possibly get that big thing in there! 

Then a torturous spasm of pain shrieked through her as Dirk suddenly lurched 
and imbedded the whole slick, fat knob into her clenched sphincter. She 
arched her head back, letting out a thin scream of protest. It did her no 
good. Dirk grabDed her naked hips and held them firm and grunting as he 
drove in another inch and Dianne was sure she was going to be split wide 
open. She knew then that this was the punishment that she had coming to her 
and which she had been anticipating. 

She waited tremulously for more of the big fat spike to be nailed into her. 

But it never happened. Dirk suddenly withdrew his raging hard dick from her 
achingly stretched asshole and Dianne collapsed, sobbing, onto the floor. 
She hardly heard Dirk say, "Damn, I almost forgot we were expecting more 
company. Bev, go answer the door and let our new guest in." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker was astounded when the door was opened by 
Bev Cantrell, stark naked. He also felt a rush of desire to his loins as he 
stared at her hard, red-nippled breasts, round and firm as white apples, at 
the flaring bush of pubic hair at her crotch. 

"Bev-I-I-came here to find out more about that tape recording you mentioned 
over the phone." 

"I know," she said, smiling coyly. "We've been expecting you. But the 
festivities are already under way. There's still time for you to join in. 
though." 

"Festivities?" he said curiously, watching the clenching roll of her white, 
naked, spectacular buttocks, as he followed her along the hallway. 

Then they entered the living room and Wyn stopped as though he'd run into a 
stone wall. He stared stupidly, without comprehension, at Dirk Smithers, 
standing there, nude, his now only half-hard penis beginning to droop. Then 
he glanced at the woman on the floor, her face turned away from him, 
listened to her quiet, desperate sobbing. 

"Dianne!" he cried out, unbelieving. He pointed at her. "Why-that-that's my 
wife, Dianne! What in God's name is she doing here? What have you done to 
her, Smithers?" 

"Nothing much, pal," Dirk told him. "Just gave her a little sample fucking 
while she was going down on Bev's hot snatch." 

"What?" yelled the enraged, shocked young clergyman, his white clerical 
collar suddenly feeling choking tight around the neck as his anger rose. 
"Why, you rotten, monstrous, evil beast! I'm going to kill you for--" 

He rushed across the room at Dirk Smithers and swung a wild haymaker at him. 
Dirk easily parried the blow and sunk his own fist in a short, solid punch 
right to the pit of Wyn's stomach. With an enormous woof, Wyn grew pale and 
sunk to the floor, all the wind knocked out of him. He rolled about, 
clutching at his stomach. 

Dianne sat up, looking horrified, as tears still wet her cheeks. "Damn you!" 
she cried. "You've hurt Wyn. You-you've killed him." 

"Nah!" Dirk told her. "Just incapacitated him for a few minutes. Why, I 
wouldn't really hurt ol' Wyn. He's got to play an important part in our 
little orgy." 

Then Dirk went to Wyn, yanked him up by the back of his jacket and slung him 
into a chair. He told the still groaning man, as he tried to get his breath 
back, "You listen to me. Try to get physical with me again and I'll break 
some of your ribs-or your jaw. Now we got some tapes I want you and your 
snooty wife to listen to, and then we'll see how tough you feel." 

Bev ran part of a tape recording Wyn's reactions while she was performing 
fellatio on him and later, when he was having intercourse with her from the 
rear. Before it was halfway through, Wyn, sitting with his head in his 
hands, begged them to stop it. Then when they played part of the tape 
featuring Dianne and Tommy Farr, Wyn thought that he was going to be sick to 
his stomach. 

"All right, now, both of you, we know where we stand, don't we?" Dirk 
Smithers said. "So let's not have any more weeping and wailing. It's not all 
that bad. There's no need for anybody else to ever hear those tapes. We'll 
destroy them and all copies once we come to an agreement." 

"An agreement? About what?" Wyn asked. 

"Well, next Sunday, Reverend, you are going to announce from your pulpit 
that a terrible mistake in identification has been made and an innocent 
woman wrongfully accused. You are going to tell them that Bev Cantrell was 
not the woman caught in an uncompromising position or however you want to 
word it. That the real culprit, a stranger visiting the town, has come forth 
to clear Bev. You will publicly reinstate Bev, then, to the church committee 
and a member of your congregation in good standing." 

Relieved at the simplicity of the request,, Wyn quickly responded, "Yes. 
Yes, I-I'll do that. I promise. I swear! Now, please let my wife and I get 
out of here." 

'Not quite yet," Dirk said. "We're going to have a little demonstration 
first. I understand from Bev that your sex life has been badly neglected, 
Reverend. Your wife has never sucked you or let you fuck her from the back 
or let you enjoy a lot of other goodies that a husband is entitled to. On 
the other hand, Tommy Farr said your wife had never had her beautiful cunny 
licked before and had never come while being fucked. That must have been 
terrible for the both of you. Bev and I are going to see to it, today, that 
you are both liberated from any sexual inhibitions you may have had in the 
past. We're going to teach you that there are many facets to sex that may be 
enjoyed without any silly guilt feelings . .. Bev, you give the first 
lesson." 

He watched Bev walk toward Wyn's chair and kneel in front of him. Her eyes 
gleamed with anticipation. Her tongue snaked wetly out over her full red 
lips as she quickly unzipped Wyn's fly. 

"No, please, no," Wyn pleaded. "Not-not in front of my wife. It-it won't 
work, anyhow. I'm so nervous and upset I couldn't possibly be aroused." 

"Oh, yeah," Dirk laughed. "You just don't know ol' Bev and her magic mouth. 
Show him, baby." He turned to Dianne, who was sitting up now, watching with 
a sort of horrible fascination. 

"Get over here, Dianne, so you can watch her technique closely. You learn 
her tricks and your old man'll never letch after another chick. And don't 
either of you get any jealous feelings because we're all going to be getting 
our jollies together. It'll be a group affair, a sort of sexual group 
therapy." 

Now Bev had Wyn's fly open and was lifting out his penis, limp as a strand 
of spaghetti. "See! I told you," he whined. 

"Shut up and relax," Dirk ordered. 

Bev gently rolled the soft white phallus around in her warm hands, her touch 
teasing, delicate. Soon it began to show a little sign of life, ever so 
slightly thickening and lengthening. Then Bev bent her head forward, stuck 
out her tongue and feathered the tip of it about the very end of his organ, 
swirling it around and about the tiny opening in the end of it. Next she 
formed a small O with her moistened lips and wetly worked it over just the 
top of Wyn's cockhead. The sensation sent chills of beginning desire all 
through him. He felt himself begin to respond in spite of himself. In a few 
moments he was sporting what is known as a lazy hard-on. 

Kneeling on the floor close by, Dianne watched, fascinated, her breasts 
heaving, her prominent nipples hard once more. Behind her she could feel 
Dirk's hand caressing her ass and then working a finger down underneath, 
inserting it into her already pearling vagina. 

Now Bev was using her tongue to lick up and down the whole length of Wyn's 
still slowly hardening rod, then bathed the sensitive area below the base of 
the crown. As it stiffened more and began to jump with excitement until it 
was standing, long and thick and veiny and at full attention, Bev took the 
whole red glans between her lips and into her mouth and applied a powerful 
sucking action. Wyn let out a groan as she finally let it slip from her lips 
and looked at it admiringly, holding the thick hairy base of the shaft in 
her hand and shaking the thing for all to see. 

"Ha!" she said triumphantly. "How's that, huh?" 

Quickly, she again took the throbbing and tumescent cock into her mouth, 
sucking in almost half of it and then letting it slip out until she 
maintained only the bulb of it there and then worked her lips halfway down 
again. 

Wyn let out a small moan and looked distraught as his wife's eyes rose to 
meet his. "I'm sorry, Dianne," he told her. "I couldn't help it. I had no 
control." 

"It-it's all right. Wyn," she told him. "It must feel good; you must be 
enjoying it or else you wouldn't react like that. I understand now that I've 
been remiss in my wifely duties and this is my punishment, I guess, having 
to watch another woman do it for you." 

She also found that it was wildly stimulating to watch another woman mouth 
her husband's big stiff penis. Especially while another man was 
finger-fucking her so energetically from the back. Soon her breath was 
gusting out in short gasps and she could hardly refrain from crying out the 
pleasure she was having. She felt Dirk take her hand and place it on his 
once again big, hard and randy prick. She squeezed t and rubbed it up and 
down as she watched Bev's head bobbing over her husband's lap, heard the 
slurping noise her wet, suctioning mouth was making, along with Wyn's gasps 
of delight. 

"See! See how she does it!" Dirk said. "You learning something, Dianne?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes, I am. She does have quite a technique." 

"Well, then, show me what you've learned. It's not fair that your husband is 
the only one getting a good blow job. He certainly can't complain if you get 
in a little practice, doing the same thing for me." 

He lay down on the floor and pulled Dianne's head down toward his twanging 
pego. Almost eagerly, she closed her mouth over the big blunt head and 
practiced the technique she had observed Bev using. Seeing this, Bev stopped 
sucking and made Wyn stand up. "Let me take your pants off, baby, so we can 
do this right, so I can play with those nice round balls of yours, the way 
Dianne is doing with Dirk's." 

Swiftly, Bev stripped him from the waist down and then positioned both of 
them on the floor adjacent to Dianne and Dirk so that Wyn could suck his 
wife's great, red-nippled boobs, while she worked her finger in and out of 
the other woman's wet and eager cooze, as Dianne slid her wet, hungry lips 
up and down the length of Dirk's raging hard-on and she licked and sucked 
the fat lollipop of Wyn's swollen tool. 

Soon both men were humping away at the sweet female mouths that were blowing 
them so delightfully and Dianne was torridly swiveling her hips in rhythm to 
Bev's happily probing finger, at the same time that Bev excitedly frigged 
her own boiling honey pot. 

When Bev sensed that all of them were about to come, she freed Wyn's almost 
bursting ramrod and cried out, "That's enough of that. Everybody switch 
around for new positions." 

They all paused, Bev repositioned them. She made Dirk lie on his back, his 
wildly agitated pecker sticking straight up, glistening with the wetness 
from Dianne's mouth. Then Bev straddled it, took hold of it and forced it 
into her juicy quim. She told Wyn to sit down between Dirk's legs, right 
behind her and as he did so, she guided his mouth-wet peckerhead into the 
moist tight bud of her anus and pushed back and sank down on it, at the same 
time cramming the big cock in front up into her horny groove and forcing the 
other one into the clenching tight depths of her tender bunghole. 

"OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. "OH, MY 
GOD, IT HURTS SO GOOD, HAVING THE TWO OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME! OH, DIANNE, 
YOU OUGHT TO FEEL IT! OH, COME OVER HERE, SUGAR, YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE SOME 
GOODIES, TOO!" 

As Dianne moved over next to the threesome writhing and bumping against each 
other, all of them exclaiming their ecstasy, her eyes were heavy and her 
moist lips parted. She felt flushed and burning up with her own need, her 
clitty bump standing out and twitching for action. She didn't know how Bev 
could stand that big stiff thing of Wyn's rammed all the way up into her 
backside. 

But now that the first shock was over, the other woman seemed to be loving 
it, grinding and screwing up and down on both foraging cocks simultaneously, 
her cries of pleasure ringing out. 

Then she turned her head, reached out and took Dianne by her buttock cheeks 
and pulled her close. Dianne's blonde curled mound was just on a level with 
Bev's mouth. Bev kissed it and licked it all over and then slid her wildly 
snaking tongue down to the erect tab of Dianne's tidily and flicked it, 
flogged it, bringing Dianne to a swift, wild, hip-surging orgasm at the same 
time that Bev, herself, came all over Dirk's big, throbbing hard-on. 

A moment later, Bev became aware of Wyn's prick beginning to stiffen and 
swell even more as she rode up and down on it with the clenched-fist 
tightness of her asshole and not wanting him to shoot so soon, she eased up 
and off. The same motion caused Dirk's pile driver to pop out of her cunt. 

"Hey, baby!" he protested woefully. "You were just about to get me off!" 

"Sorry! I know," Bev said. "But we can't be selfish. Dianne needs some good 
humping, too, you know. I think it's her turn." 

She then switched them all around. "Wyn," she said excitedly. "You're going 
to fuck your wife while I play with your beautiful balls. Okay?" 

She had them lie on their sides, face to face. She lifted one of Dianne's 
long, beautifully curved legs and flung it up over Wyn's hip. Then she took 
hold of his quavering dick and guided it into Dianne's tongue-wet hole. 
Immediately, he sunk it in full tilt. 

"Hey, where does that leave me?" Dirk demanded. 

"Oh, you'll be taken care of," she told him. She watched Wyn and Dianne, 
face to face, with Wyn squeezing and caressing her big titties, begin to 
hump in earnest. 

Secretly, she motioned to Dirk to get down behind Dianne. Immediately, he 
got the idea. He snuggled up, spoon-style, to Dianne's small behind, reached 
down to open her cheeks and for the second time lodged his randy cockhead 
against her tender rosette. 

He waited until she pushed back in rhythm with her husband's forward thrust 
and then Dirk surged his hips and sunk the whole big, knob-ended length of 
his thick, hot bone-on, all the way to the hilt. 

Dianne let out a long shriek of pain and surprise. His eyes closed as he 
plowed in and out of his wife's oozing cunt, Wyn didn't realize what was 
happening. He gasped out, "What's the matter, honey? Is it that good? Are 
you coming already?" 

"NO! NO!" she cried. "IT-IT'S TOO BIG, IT'S TOO TIGHT! IT-IT'S KILLING ME! 
TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!" 

"Aw, come on, Dianne," Wyn told her, humping faster with the encouragement 
of Bev's hands cupping and gently squeezing his swinging balls. "It's not 
any bigger than it ever was. You just trying to make me feel good?" 

"WYN, I'M NOT-NOT TALKING ABOUT YOURS! YOURS IS BEAUTIFUL, JUST RIGHT! 
IT-IT'S HIS! I-I CANT TAKE BOTH OF YOU! OHHHHH! ARRRRGGGHHH! IT'S TOO-TOO 
MUCH!" 

"Sure you can, Di," Bev encouraged. "The pain only lasts a little while and 
then it'll get good. Just hang on, baby!" 

"His?" Wyn echoed. "Both of us?" 

He opened his eyes and saw Dirk's lust-twisted face over Dianne's shoulder 
as the other man lunged in and out of her tight rear entrance. 

"Don't get excited, Wyn," Dirk gasped. "She's only getting the same thing we 
gave Bev. Only this time I've got the tail hole. Oh, man, is that ever tight 
and good! Sometimes I think an asshole is even better than a cunt!" 

By now Dianne's screaming protests had died down considerably and she was 
merely groaning and huffing as she felt the double penetration going on 
inside of her, with only a thin wall between the two grinding cocks, one 
ramming diligently in and out of her sluicing pussy, the other skewering 
just as forcefully up her slowly responding asshole. She noticed that the 
pain had lessened although it was still there and now, combined with the 
pleasure her husband was giving her with his swiftly frigging cock, it made 
for a wildly masochistic sensation she had never believed possible. Before 
she hardly realized what was happening, a fierce, body-and-mind-consuming 
orgasm was storming all through her. She felt her flowing juice squeejeeing 
over her husband's deeply ramming prick. She felt him getting ready to come 
and then suddenly his hard plunging jammer was yanked out of her contracting 
pussy. 

Through a blur of ecstatic lust that glazed her eyes, she watched Bev, on 
her knees, seize Wyn's stiff and now spurting prick and thrust it into the 
hungry maw of her mouth. She heard Wyn's guttural cries of orgiastic 
pleasure as he spurted into the other woman's greedily sucking mouth, 
filling it so full that she couldn't swallow it all and trickles of milky 
white semen seeped out of the corners of her mouth, dribbled down her chin 
and dripped onto her hard-tipped boobs. 

Now, with her movements freed by the eviction of the big cock that had been 
cramming her vagina, she worked wildly back and forth in conjunction with 
Dirk's dick thrusting in and out of her tortured rectum. 

Then, without warning, Dirk popped his machine out of her sphincter grip 
while she was in the middle of the throes of another wild come. Her hips 
continued to hump away in complete frustration while her cunny continued to 
cream. She was hardly aware of what happened as Dirk pulled her down and 
forced the bulb of his hard penis into her gaping mouth. As she realized 
what had happened, that he'd jerked his weapon out of her asshole and now 
had it stuffed into her mouth, Dianne knew that this was the ultimate in 
humiliation, the penance she must pay for all the wrong things she had done 
all her life. 

At first she almost gagged but then her spittle cleaned him and the 
realization of this, her complete and final punishment, made what she was 
doing suddenly enjoyable. She sucked and lapped with her tongue like a 
little piglet nursing at a sow's tit. She heard Dirk say, "That's it, bitch! 
Suck it, baby! This makes me even with all you rotten, hoity-toity bitches 
who've put me down all my life; my mother, my sister, my aunt, my ex-wife! 
I-I'm showing you all! I'm making you eat your own shit! Ooooooooh! 
AAAHHHHHHHH! THIS IS WHAT YOU AALL NEEEED! PISS ON YOOOUUU! COOMMMEE ON 
YOUUUU!" 

His orgasm shook him to the roots and at the same time his vituperative 
words somehow made Dianne come violently one last time, even though there 
was no contact with her genitals. Her orgasm increased in intensity as Kirk 
yanked his bloated whang from her mouth and suddenly his long delayed spend 
spewed his sperm in warm, thick gobs all over her passion-contorted face, on 
her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her forehead, into her gasping mouth. Some 
of it even strung out in phlegm skeins in the blonde hair at her temples. 

Watching this, still toying with Wyn's wilting penis, Bev Cantrell 
whispered, half to herself, "Now she knows what it's like, poor bitch!" 

A few minutes later, they all dressed, sheepishly. Dirk, knowing that Wyn's 
promise about exonerating Bev would be kept, tore up the Polaroid snapshot 
Bev had taken of him and Dianne. They also erased the tapes and assured 
Dianne and Wyn that there really were no copies. Then they all left the 
house. 

Driving home, both Wyn and Dianne were silent for a long time and then 
abruptly, Dianne said, "You know something, husband? Strange things happen 
in strange ways. What happened today was a weird kind of shock therapy for 
me." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well," she said softly, "in the words of Bev, I guess I have been a cold 
bitch of a wife. But I won't be anymore. For one thing, now I can remember 
why I've been that way and I sort of feel cleansed." 

"Why?" he repeated. 

"When I was thirteen years old, after being brought up by my old-fashioned 
minister father, thinking that any pleasure of the flesh was sinful and had 
to be ultimately punished, I had experimental sex with a good-looking cousin 
who was fifteen. I loved it. I did everything with him, all one summer. And 
then a few days after he left, he was killed in a bus accident. I was 
convinced that it was all my fault for being such a tawdry, sinful little 
baggage. When I heard the news, I fainted and was ill for days. Afterward, I 
didn't remember any of the things my cousin and I had done that summer. A 
sort of psychological blackout, I guess it was. But this afternoon, after 
those sordid experiences with Dirk and Bev, it all came back to me. And I 
feel really liberated. I think I can be a good wife from now on." 

"Well, it deeply affected me, too, Di. I was brought up by my two old maid 
aunts to be a pretty prissy kid, too. I was never really told but in a very 
subtle way always given the impression and the belief that even in love, in 
marriage, a gentleman treated his partner like a lady." He chuckled. 
"Whatever that is. Anyhow, now I know that though the flesh is weak, perhaps 
that's the way it was meant to be. Perhaps, instead of the word weak, we 
should substitute human." 

There was a long silence again as each mulled through his own thoughts. Then 
Wyn said, "I know one thing. I once heard that a man's wife, in addition to 
being a helpmate should also be a whore to him in the bedroom. I think you 
can be that for me now, Di. And me, when I've finished the day's work, I'm 
not going to continue to be a minister. Like the lawyer, the policeman, the 
doctor, the dentist, the longshoreman, the grocery clerk, when I come home 
at night, in the intimacy of our own bedroom, I'm going to be a man! I'll 
feel free to enjoy your beautiful body in all the ways it was intended to be 
enjoyed. And I hope you'll do the same with mine." 

She quickly slipped across the seat until she was close beside him, the heat 
of her hips against his. Her hand wandered to his thigh and then crawled 
upward until it found his slowly hardening penis. She lightly kneaded it, 
feeling it respond more and more. 

"Hey, Wyn!" she purred. "Do you realize that we've never done it in a car, 
the way a lot of young people do? Not even when we were courting?" 

"Yeah," he said. "Like they say, it's not ever too late." 

"No, baby," she cooed. "Drive out to the old quarry road." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

One morning about a week after the Reverend Wyndham Barker from his pulpit 
had exonerated Bev Cantrell, Dianne awakened to find that Wyn was not in 
bed. Still naked from their sex bout the night before, she trotted into the 
bathroom, where Wyn was standing over the toilet bowl, fingering an enormous 
erection. 

"Well, now, what have we here?" Dianne asked, smiling. "A grown man playing 
with himself. Tch! Tch! And I thought I took care of that pretty well last 
night." 

"Oh, you did, hon but you see this is what is known in the vernacular as a 
piss hard-on. It stems from pressure of the bladder rather than from sexual 
need. It nevertheless is still capable of sexual pleasure." 

"It sure stems, all right. But I didn't think a man could urinate while in 
that condition." 

"Sometimes he can, sometimes not," Wyn told her. "In this case I've been 
trying and trying but nothing happens. It just seems to get harder and 
harder." 

"Poor baby!" she murmured. "Maybe I can help. Let me milk it a little." 

She took hold of his hotly jumping prong and squeezed and fisted it slowly 
with one hand, while she playfully fondled his testicles with the other. 

"Oh, my goodness, it really is in a state, isn't it?" she gasped in 
astonishment. 

"Your goodness has nothing to do with it," Wyn told her. He bent his head 
forward and delicately took one of her fat and turgid nipples in his mouth 
and lovingly sucked it. 

"Mmmmmm!" she said. "That's nice. You really love to nurse on Momma's 
titties, don't you?" 

Wyn turned the fiercely distended nipple loose and said, "Look, since a piss 
hard-on has a reputation for staying stiff for a longer time than 
ordinarily, why do we waste it with a hand job?" 

"What on earth can you have in mind?" Dianne asked coyly, gasping as she 
felt his hand cupping her pussy, his finger diddling her into wetness. 

"Perhaps a little plain and fancy fucking," he suggested. "You know, with 
that nice stiff prick you're playing with working in and out of that lovely 
torrid cunt I'm fingering." 

Dianne shivered ecstatically. "Oh, it really gets me horny when we talk 
dirty-like this. I don't know how we ever got through the past years of our 
marriage without finding out how much fun it could be. Where do you want to 
do it, Wyn? Can you think of a new place? We've already used every room in 
the house, just about every piece of furniture." 

"Well, how about right here?" 

"The bathroom? But we've done it in here. In the shower, even with me 
perched on the edge of the seat." 

"There's one place left," he said. "Here, sit down." He helped ease her down 
onto the toilet seat. 

"Oh, I hadn't ever thought about this," she told him, as he spread her long, 
smooth, naked thighs apart, exposing the dewy little oval of her love nest, 
fringed by pretty blonde curls, the outer lips pouting and slightly opened, 
displaying the wet pink inner lining. As he kneeled between her outspread 
legs, he cupped and petted her pussy with one hand and sampled the bounteous 
flesh of her great thrusting breasts with the other. 

"When I was a kid," he told her, "sometimes when I masturbated, I'd fantasy 
that I was fucking a pretty girl while she was sitting on the John. And now, 
after all these years, I'm going to do it." 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yes! I can hardly wait!" 

"I wonder what Tommy and Kitty are doing right now? They're probably fucking 
each other silly right this minute." 

"I wouldn't doubt it, still being on their honeymoon. What a sudden marriage 
that was, eh?" 

"I guess she just had what he's always wanted," Wyn said. "Or maybe he just 
got tired of running all over town for it and wanted some right there at 
home where he could get at it whenever he wanted it." ' 

"I'll bet you wish they were here right now so we could watch them doing it, 
too. Wouldn't that be nice?" Dianne asked excitedly. 

"Yeah! So you could watch that big young dong of his ramming in and out of 
her tight little pussy!" 

"And you could watch those pretty titties of hers bouncing around and that 
beautiful ass she has," Dianne countered. Then she said, "Oh, Wyn, all this 
talk and the way you're fingering me has got me so hot, I can't stand it. 
Put it in, darling. Come on. Hurry!" 

She put her heels up on the edge of the toilet, to make it easier for him, 
and then looked down and watched the big, hard red head of his penis 
entering her creamed and eager chamber. As he slowly sunk it all the way in, 
Dianne let out a welcoming squeal of pleasure. 

As he started slamming it furiously in and out, she gasped, "Oh, Wyn! Oh, 
baby! You fuck me so good! It's so much better since we got rid of all our 
hang-ups!OOOOOOOH!NIIICE!AHHHHHH! I-I'M STARTING TO COME ALLREAADY!" 

About that same hour, a hundred miles away in a motel room, Mrs. Kitty 
Robbins Farr, awakened her husband, Tommy, in a typical honeymoon manner. 
She got up and took off her nightie, then gently opened up the fly of 
Tommy's pajamas, exposing his soft penis nestling in its bush of hair and 
the round white testicles below it. She bent over him and let the ends of 
her long, silken blonde hair teasingly brush against his genitals. 

Slowly his penis began to rise and as she watched it do so, Kitty reached up 
and felt her own hard young boobies, teased the erect nipples by rolling 
them with the ball of her thumb. Next, she reached down and gently fingered 
herself, causing her warm, young girl nectar to ooze from her tight, 
hairless little crack. As Tommy, still sleeping, achieved a full, vigorous 
hard-on, Kitty bent closer and let her achingly stiff berry like nipples 
brush gently against his smooth, fat and ruddy glans. She was gratified to 
see the whole thick length of it twitch and jump at this secret caress. Then 
she bent over still more, got her face right down between his spread-out 
legs. Furtively, she lifted his testes from the fly of the pajamas and 
proceeded to take each one, in turn, into her mouth where she playfully 
rolled them around with her tongue. This act was rewarded by a groan of 
pleasure from Tommy, whom she now realized was awake. She reached up and 
took his raunchy, bobbing cock into her hand and toyed with it while she 
continued to suck his balls. 

"Oh, baby!" Tommy called out. "You're going to drive me crazy doing that!" 

Without letting go of his hard, quivering tool, she took her mouth away from 
his crotch and moved up to lean over him, She let her proud, gently swinging 
breasts with their arrogantly protruding nipples brush against his face. As 
his tongue stuck out, licking against a nipple, his lips tried to capture 
it. Giggling mischievously, Kitty moved it away. She continued to tease him 
until he finally could stand it no longer, caught her to him and seized the 
evasive nipple with his lips, holding it firmly, sucking on it, whipping it 
with the tip of his tongue. 

One of his hands moved to the other breast and kneaded it, rolled it around 
and pinched the protruding tip. The other hand caressed her beautifully 
rounded behind and he told her, "Oh, Kitty, I'll never get enough of this 
lovely ass of yours." 

"You really dig it, don't you, Tommy? I wonder why." 

"Because it's the nicest, roundest, smoothest one I've ever had. I love to 
kiss it and lick it and cram my cock into its crack and feel it clenched up 
tightly against my belly." 

"Oh, my, how you talk, Mr. Farr! You could get a girl awfully horny, saying 
things like that." 

"Let's see," Tommy said, running his hand between her legs, sampling the 
plump smoothness of her vulva with the palm of his hand and then fingering 
her already oozing tight crevice. "Mmmm, I guess so," he told her. "Let's do 
something about that!" 

She then pulled his pajama bottoms all the way off and climbed over him with 
her back toward him, the rosy cheeks of her bottom jutting out. "All right, 
then, let's try this position for starters," she said. "So you can look at 
that fat little behind and feel it all you want to while I fuck up and down 
on this unbelievably hard tool of yours." 

Lowering herself toward it, she held it still in her fist and wiped the wet 
crack of her pussy back and forth over the glowing, rubbery head of it. Then 
she pushed down a little harder, forcing the big bulb to caress the tender 
inner lips. Finally she positioned it perfectly and eased down even more, 
allowing the now wet and shiny knob to enter her tight orifice. 

"Oh, Tammmmmmmmmmmy!" she moaned as she forced more and more of his hot, 
thick prick into her wet and tightly clenching canal. 

As she started to move slowly up and down on his eager jammer, she felt his 
hands fondling and rolling her sharply rounded ass-cheeks and then exploring 
the long crease between them. Next, as he felt the tempo of her humping 
speeding up, he slowly slipped the tip of his finger into her sensitive 
touch-hole and worked it in and out. 

As he knew it would, this rapidly brought on her first orgasm and he felt 
her warm, girlish honey sweetly bathing the big cock that was giving her 
such pleasure, at a more and more furious pace. He knew there would be at 
least a half-dozen more comes to follow before he joined her and inundated 
her bun with vigorous squirts of his own milky, viscous fluid. 

As she bounded up and down on him, breasts swaying and joggling, Tommy 
thought to himself, the way this sweet piece loves to fuck and the way she's 
so quickly learned how to do it, I'll never have anything left to fool 
around on the outside. And then he told himself that it didn't really 
matter; he had all the goodies he wanted, right here. 

In the Cantrells' apartment, Bev awakened and for a moment listened to the 
snoring of her husband, Mike, on the other bed. He had returned home the 
night before, after spending ten days in a sanitarium on a drying out and 
therapy session paid for by his boss, the man who owned the bar where he 
worked. He had been humble and penitent and told her that he had joined A A 
and would never drink again. Bev told him she hoped it was true but didn't 
really believe it. 

She awakened hotter than she'd ever been in her whole life. For one thing, 
for four days and nights now she'd had no sex, not since Dirk Smithers had 
quit his job and run off with that rich young widow whom he had met while 
she was passing through town. In some ways she was glad Dirk was gone. She 
had been becoming more and more enslaved by him, finding herself forced to 
do things that were even too much for her, such as that session she'd 
engaged in with the Barkers. 

Putting her hand down between her legs, Bev used her finger to bring 
moisture to the opening between her protruding and meaty sex lips. She 
thought to herself, But I sure do miss that big-headed cock of Dirk's. If he 
was here right now, I'd probably fuck and suck it for him until he went 
crazy. 

Then she remembered the dream from which she'd just awakened in such a state 
of dire sexual need. She dreamed she had been in a room with 

Dirk Smithers and the good-looking young widow, tied down to a chair while 
she was forced to watch them engage in every kind of sexual antic 
imaginable. She could even hear the sucking, slurping sound of the woman's 
wet mouth and then her vagina as she enjoyed Dirk's enormous manhood. She 
could also smell the animal-heat scent of them both as it seemed as though 
they fucked and sucked for hours on end. 

Bev was now working two fingers in and out of her hotly wet hole but after a 
while, she knew it wasn't enough. She had to have something bigger, 
cock-like. Quickly she got out of bed, slipped off her nightie, and ran to 
the bathroom, where she kept the dildo. 

She opened a linen closet and reached under a pile of towels. It wasn't 
there! She couldn't believe it. She had never put it in any other place, yet 
maybe thoughtlessly, she had done that the last time she'd used it. She 
started nervously searching the rest of the linen closet, getting more 
anxious every minute The way she was so aroused, she'd die if she couldn't 
frig herself with that imitation penis! 

Then suddenly, from the bathroom doorway, a male voice said, "Forget it. You 
won't need it anymore. I threw it away, Bev." 

"What?" she gasped. "Threw it away? How could you?" 

"It was easy." 

She stared uncomprehendingly at her husband. In that moment she saw how much 
weight he'd really lost, how much better he looked, with most of the 
alcoholic bloat gone from his face. Even though he had just got up, his eyes 
weren't bleary the way they usually were. 

"But-but why would you do it, Mike?" she cried out, unable to understand. 

"Like I said, baby," he told her, "because you won't need it anymore." He 
looked down at himself. "Won't this do just as good?" 

Her gaze dropped. Mike was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. 
Their thin cloth was sticking out at full tilt under the pressure of a 
tremendous erection. Bev could hardly believe it. Then she watched him hook 
his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and hitch them down. His angrily 
jumping member leaped free, long and thick, the unusually large head of it 
purplish as it bulged its way out of the prepuce. 

"My God, Mike!" she exclaimed. "It-it's the first time I've seen it like 
that in several years. I -I'd forgotten what a nice big one you had!" 

"Yeah," he said, moving toward her. "I was going to surprise you with it 
last night but you seemed pretty tired so I figured I'd wait until this 
morning. All ol' Big John here needed was for me to get off the booze. You 
don't know what it's like, Bev, to be able to get it up after all those 
years of alcoholic impotence." 

He pulled her to him and reached around for the big, ripe moons of her 
behind and squeezed and felt them all over as his huge prick pushed and 
throbbed against her soft belly. "Oh, baby," he said softly. "Just 
think-we've got all day. We can fuck and suck all day long!" 

"Really?" she gasped. "You mean you'll be able to get it up more than once?" 

Leading her toward the bedroom, one arm around her, his hand squeezing her 
apple-round breast, his fingers diddling the flint-hard nipple. "Honey, when 
you haven't had it as long as I've gone without and with the lovely, sexy 
wife I've got, once or twice has just got to be only the beginning." 

"Oh, beautiful!" she moaned, getting onto the bed on her back, spreading her 
plump, pale thighs. "Come on and give it to me, then. Oh, Mike, I want it 
and need it so bad!" 

"I know, kid," he told her, pausing to enjoy the feel of her hand playing 
with his great, bloated pego, the big pair of hairy balls that dangled below 
it. "But I'm so hot for you right now, I'm afraid I'd shoot my load before 
it was halfway in. Maybe you'd better take care of the first one in another 
way because I want our first fuck after all this while to last a long time. 
I want to make you come and come and come!" 

"Maybe you've got something there," she said softly. She raised her head and 
moved it toward him. While one hand cupped his bulging bag, the other guided 
his stone-hard peter to her boobies. She rubbed the head of it all over 
them, pushing the nipples about with the hard, rubbery, feverishly hot knob. 

Then she lifted it to her face and rubbed it against her cheek. She licked 
up and down the throbbing thick length of it and then slowly, teasingly, she 
took it into her wet, greedy mouth and began to suck as only she knew how to 
do. In less than five minutes she was rewarded with the longest, gushing, 
spasming spew of rich man-cream she had ever experienced. She hungrily 
swallowed each drop and then continued to suck, determined she wasn't going 
to let that beautiful big thing of his even begin to get soft. 

Passing through Ebersburg that morning was a carload of hippies. As they 
drove along the sleepy-looking, tree-lined main street, saw the shops all 
closed down, and no sign of life in the town except an old lady out walking 
her dog, a boy in the back seat of the car, with a girl sitting on his lap, 
remarked, "Oh, man, how can people stand to live in these little 
cracker-barrel towns! Christ, talk about Dullsville, man! I'd die of boredom 
in five minutes. Why, I'll bet the creeps in this little jerkwater place 
don't even know about fucking!" 

The girl on his lap giggled and fidgeted about on the boy's erect penis that 
was jammed into her vagina, up under her modestly pulled-down skirt. "Oh, 
Turk," she said. "Is that all you ever think about--fucking ?'' 

"Uh-uh," he answered, suddenly lifting her off of him, then forcing her head 
down into his lap, guiding her young mouth toward his slippery slick, erect 
phallus. "Sometimes it's sucking! Eat that good thing, girl!" 


THE END
