Incestuous Love
by Tina Holmes


Chapter 1 

Linda Hall stood, shaking her head as she had so many times in the past. Her 
boss was persistent, but she was not about to change her mind, this time or 
any other. Once again she wished she knew what it was about her that made 
him and so many of the other men in the office ask her out on dates. Their 
requests for dates always appeared innocent enough, but she knew better. 
"No, I can't, Mr. Williams," she said once more. 

Karl Williams leaned back in his oversized chair, his eyes feasting on the 
lush figure of his blonde secretary. What he saw was reason enough to not 
let another "no" discourage him. Petite, she had a flowing walk with her 
hips undulating in a free way under her dress. Above her narrow trim waist, 
her breasts loomed large and exquisitely shaped. And they, too, seemed to 
undulate and shake in a jellied way when she walked. Since her figure was so 
well-formed, so firm and youthful, she never wore girdles or anything more 
than panties, bra, and a garter belt. And it showed in her every high-heeled 
step! 

Her face was pretty, with a pert snub nose and wide sensuous lips. Karl knew 
instinctively that she had to be fantastic in bed, and he was willing to try 
anything to get her there. "Is it a jealous lover?" he said, though he was 
convinced she had no steady boyfriend. She blushed hearing the word "lover", 
but then quickly denied such a relationship by shaking her head. 

"With the long weekend, I'm sure my son has plans, Mr. Williams. I wouldn't 
want to commit myself to anything that might spoil them," she said firmly. 
For the other men in the office she wouldn't bother to make any excuses, but 
with her boss it had to be different. She folded her steno pad in hope of 
bringing the conversation to a finish, but Karl Williams persisted. 

"You should think about yourself, too," he said quietly, but he wanted to 
yell at her and demand it. He wanted to go and lock the office door and take 
her in his arms and rip the damned dress off and caress her and feel her 
nakedly voluptuous little body underneath him, all hot and wiggling, eager 
to be fucked. 

It seemed it was always her son Rick that stood in the way of Karl getting 
her out, even for an innocent cup of coffee. Her having a son, a sixteen 
year old son, was unbelievable, and Karl had thought the boy was her brother 
the day they were introduced. Linda Hall just didn't appear old enough to 
have a sixteen year old son. 

"If there's nothing more, Mr. Williams, I'll get this letter typed," she 
said curtly, and turned to go. She knew exactly how far she could go with 
him, and felt safe in her near rudeness. 

Her boss shifted forward in his large chair, signaling an end to his efforts 
to date her, for that day at least. "Thank you, Miss Hall," he intoned, with 
emphasis on the "Miss." 

Linda didn't like using her son Rick as an excuse to turn down dates, but 
countless times the boy had proved to be the best and easiest. And she had 
long ago learned to ignore the social stigma of being an unwed mother. The 
truth was simply that she was scared. 

Men had often appeared to Linda as animals, brutes, unfeeling lechers who 
wanted nothing more than her still young and ripe body. She dressed to hide 
her lush figure and discovered it was an impossibility; the more she tried 
to hide her large fully fleshed breasts, the more she drew attention to 
them; the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied and 
provocative it became. 

Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a natural sensualness, a deep, 
heated, milky kind of sexuality. To see Linda in a miniskirt, to see her 
long shapely legs and full curving thighs, only conjured a vision of what 
was hidden under her skirt - up there between her legs; to think of her hips 
encased in silken little panties and her naked buttocks and her downy golden 
pubic hair made a man positive her sweetly perfumed vaginal lips were 
prominent and pinkly moist ... all ready, eager to receive a long, hard 
cock. 

Indeed, she had a way of walking - when she wanted to - that allowed her 
vaginal lips to rub together in a softly lubricated way that excited her 
clitoris which would swell and send tingles of pleasure coursing through her 
entire body. She was a natural "tease", a body so well built and 
proportioned that no man in his right mind would pass her by without a long 
lustful look. 

It had been like that for her since an early age, a condition that had led 
her parents to be overprotective and restrictive. For a vibrant young girl 
just blossoming into life, such dominance can be hell. She was defiant as a 
young girl, seeking more of life than the planned lessons and activities of 
her parents provided her. Her defiance, one warm spring afternoon of her 
sixteenth year, led to the incident that left her life changed while 
creating the fearful attitude she currently held toward men. 

It had been one of those rare days in San Francisco when the sun shone hot 
and clear; the kind of day when nothing can keep an adventuresome girl 
indoors; and Linda was supposed to be attending a choir rehearsal. Feeling 
her parents would be none the wiser, she had decided to go to the park 
instead, and her plan had proved to be disastrous. 

The greens and yellows of the park were like vibrant signs of awakening 
spring, and she had wandered aimlessly, absorbing the warmth of the colors 
from the earth. The park was cut by few roads, but instead was crisscrossed 
by numerous trails and paths that led to and around all of the abundant 
glories of nature. Each turn was a discovery of something wonderful; and 
finding herself by a small, clear pond, Linda wandered off the trail to 
become more intimate with the earth. It was warm; her heart beat 
rhythmically; she was sixteen and more aware of her blossoming womanhood 
than ever before in her life. 

At the far side of the pond stood a pair of Grecian-like columns, apparently 
placed there to reflect in the clear water of the pond, but poplar trees and 
dense foliage had grown up around them, making the columns barely visible. 
It was near the base of those pillars, in a small opening between the thick 
bushes, that Linda had lain down to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun ... 

Lying back and looking up, she saw the white columns towering skyward like 
lofty sentinels guarding her very private world below. And she felt alone, 
as in the first Biblical garden; a woman one with nature. The rays of the 
sun penetrated her clothes, caressing her youthful body with its sensual 
warmth, and the tingling of her smooth white skin seemed to speak to her, 
pleading and begging to be set free of its cover. 

She was excited by the thought of being totally naked there in the park, and 
she looked around slowly, reassuring herself of complete privacy. Then, her 
excitement growing with each passing second, she sat up, pulling her dress 
off over her head. Her brassiere came next; then her shoes and stockings. 
And finally, thrilled by her own actions, she slowly slipped the sheer nylon 
panties away from her ripely rounded buttocks and over her thighs until she 
sat on the warm grass free of all her ugly, confining garments. 

She felt as though she was totally naked for the first time there in the 
surroundings of nature, open and exposed to the life-giving sun. 

She lay back again, this time feeling the coarse leaves of the earth 
touching her naked young flesh and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a 
thousand tiny fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat 
quickened, sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, 
warming, stimulating, making her want to caress herself everywhere. 

She felt a familiar itching deep within her vagina, a sensation she 
experienced on the few occasions she had been to school dances with boys, 
only this time the feeling was more intense - more demanding. After the 
dances, when she was home and in bed, she had touched herself with her hands 
and fingers, and she had even probed into her moistly excited pussy to 
relieve the terrible itch. Afterwards, after she had achieved her puny 
little orgasm, she would always feel guilty, as she had been taught to 
believe sex was horribly wrong and dirty. But that afternoon, lying nakedly 
there in the park in the warm sun, she again wanted to fondle her body, and 
she was convinced the pleasures it would bring her were right and deserved. 
It was the setting: the scent, touch, feel and sounds of nature all around 
her, that made her more aware of her sexuality ... and anything she might do 
to herself could be only good. 

The palms of her hands were warm as she placed them against her curving 
hips, and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in 
the sensual feel of her own naked flesh. Reaching the full, raised mounds of 
her breasts, she cupped her hands over the tips; the brownish-pink buds of 
her erect little nipples were already hard and sensitive. She pinched them 
between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as the wanton heat 
in her groin seemed to rage out of control. Her long legs were spread 
slightly apart, and she raised them up and out wider. The thought that she 
was so open and nakedly exposed to the earth made her arousal heighten to an 
overpowering sense of urgency, and she released her hold of her budding 
right breast, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane of her belly 
until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her pubic hairs. The 
lips of her hungry young vagina moistly flared with the nearness of her 
fingers as the heat of her loins surpassed that from the sun. Her overly 
sensitive little clitoris throbbed a tingling message to her brain: Touch 
me, pinch me, please! 

Rhapsodic with the fire in her belly, she slid her outstretched middle 
finger into the soft, hair-lined slit of her virginal pussy spreading the 
spongy flesh apart to bare the quivering knob of her lust-inflamed clitoris. 
And she began to massage it, sending agonizing pleasures coursing through 
her wantonly writhing young body. 

She never dreamed that her lewd finger-fucking of herself was being 
observed. The sailor had noticed her as she was wandering along the trail, 
and he had followed her from a distance, seeing even from there that she was 
finely built and sensual. When she had turned off the trail by the pond, he 
had cut around through the foliage and come up behind the small clearing by 
the white columns. He remained hidden in the dense bushes when he saw her 
lie down on the grass and stare up at the sky. Being unobserved as he was, 
he had already mentally undressed her several times before she suddenly sat 
up and began to actually take her clothes off. His rapidly awakening penis 
lurched in his pants as he watched her strip naked - setting her clothes 
casually aside, and then lying back in the grass again. 

The sight drove him crazy, and he felt his painfully throbbing cock growing 
hard and bigger than ever before as he took in each detail of her sensually 
curving figure. Her head of long blonde hair splayed out on the grass, 
framing a sleek wild face with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes. 
She wore little makeup, but it was right for her kind of face. Her nose was 
slim and tilted up at the end in a pert kind of lewdness that was heightened 
by her aroused smile and the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at her 
wetly parted lips, moistening them. 

She was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay on the grass as 
if waiting for some imaginary lover to descend upon her. 

His eye traveled down over her long elegant neck, his breath coming hard 
through his nostrils as he crouched in the bushes, staring. Her bare 
shoulders were well shaped and soft, and he liked the way her collarbone 
jutted out. 

Her naked young breasts were big and full and sprawled in a provocative way, 
and the nipples were distended and shaped like bullets, tipped upward. There 
was a fine sheen to her skin where her cleavage began. He could imagine his 
hands all over her ripely full breasts and, as he shuddered with excitement 
and started unbuttoning his pants to release his rigidly erect cock to get 
it in a more comfortable position, he thought of his lips and hungry mouth 
closing over those nipples and sucking on them and feeling her nakedly 
writhing body under him. 

Her body! Jesus! Beneath her half-moon breasts was the delicately curving 
configuration of her rib cage, and her taut little stomach was unblemished - 
rounded provocatively. His eye traveled down, down, and he saw the jutting 
protruding mound of Venus covered with sparse, softly curling blonde hair. 

And there, there at the apex, the center, where her thighs and pubic hair 
met her torso, there in detail was her beautifully prominent cunt. And she 
was excited! He could clearly see the puffy pink folds of her vaginal lips 
under the hair as they framed the entrance to her delectable young pussy. 
Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see her wetly glistening 
slit, a bright pink mouth among the pubic hairs. He narrowed his eyes and 
could see the nib of her clitoris glittering with an expectant moistness. 

"Christ," he said softly, really not believing what he was witnessing, for 
the girl had begun to caress her lush body, and it was more than he could 
stand to hide in the bushes and just watch. His long, throbbing cock was 
aching with excitement, and he began to stroke it as he saw her hand moving 
to her ripely firm breast and then snake down unashamedly to her tight young 
cunt. He would wait, wait until she was really fired up and hot, and then he 
would run over and fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week! 

Warm passion juice flowed from between the hair-covered lips of her moistly 
quivering vagina as she stroked and rubbed the hardened bud of her clitoris. 
For the first time Linda didn't find the pleasures that were tearing through 
her body strange, but felt the overwhelming animal heat as natural and 
wonderful. And it was demanding even more! Her belly trembled and quivered 
from her forbidden caresses, and she arched her back off the ground, 
wantonly writhing and wiggling under the rhythmic movement of her 
outstretched finger. She pushed her long, tapering digit down hard, slipping 
it along the softly moistened flesh until the tip closed over the mouth of 
her innermost being, and curving it downward, she tucked the end inside her 
tight little cuntal passage, teasing the narrow channel until she could hold 
back no longer. 

Her middle finger sliced between her wide-spread pussy lips like a knife 
through butter; probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed cunt 
its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the 
curvature of her virgin mound, and her erectly gleaming clitoris pulsated 
against it, quaking with her desire. Her middle finger seesawed in and out 
of her passion-drenched cunt as her hips rolled back and forth in an eager 
hunger. With her other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the tips of 
her breasts, generating more fire and heat in the hollowed pit of her 
shaking belly. Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall white 
columns thrust at the sky, and her wetly quivering tongue flickered over her 
red lips as her mind was consumed in her passion. 

It was only then that she realized someone was standing near, and she froze 
and flushed from her fright and embarrassment. It had taken her a moment to 
focus her eyes on the man in the sailor uniform, as the first thing she 
noticed was the huge, massively erect penis that pointed straight out from 
the open front of his pants. 

The blunt, purple head was throbbing with urgency as his hand stroked the 
long, rigid pole lined with blood-filled veins. His lust-narrowed eyes 
looked wild as he stared down between her raised legs to where her hand and 
fingers covered her virgin mound. She knew immediately, without doubt, that 
she was going to be raped and that there was no one who might help her. But 
she screamed anyway! 

He was upon her in a flash, his hand coming down over her open mouth as his 
hips trapped her legs apart. "Shut-up girl, or I'll kill ya!" he grunted 
directly into her ear, and the tone of his voice told her he meant it. 

She wanted to cry, to plead with the assailant, but everything happened too 
quickly for her to even catch her breath. His hard, wildly throbbing penis 
was pushed across the wet slit of her tight little virginal vagina, and its 
full fleshy length pulsated like some mindless monster coiling to strike as 
the weight of his body held her helplessly pinned to the ground. He was 
panting, and his breath was foul with the stench of liquor; but when he took 
his hand from her mouth, his lips were there to replace it. She gasped as he 
thrust his wetly quivering tongue into her mouth and his hand cruelly 
squeezed on her breasts, making her whimper with pain. And that was only the 
beginning! In a moment he was voraciously sucking on her ripely budding 
breasts, drawing the distended nipples up into his hot mouth and biting hard 
on them. She started to scream again, but his warning was still on her mind, 
so she only sobbed and rolled her head from side to side in futile silent 
protest. 

The sailor raised up, saliva dripping from his leering lips as he fought to 
get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he kept the 
other at her throat, ominously. Linda trembled and coughed, knowing now 
there was nothing to be done. His mouth was set in a permanent sneer-like 
grin that made her wonder if she was going to live whether she screamed or 
not; and as he positioned himself between her wide-spread thighs, she 
thought only to appease him ... to live! His only thought was to hammer his 
lust hungry cock into her tight little cunt. 

Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, he guided the 
blunted head toward the wet opening between her quivering pussy lips, and 
once there, he pushed his hips forward, anxiously trying to bury his long 
hard length inside. "OOoohh, please! I'm a virgin! You're hurting meeeee!" 
The pain gave Linda the courage to plead with him, but she stopped abruptly 
when his hand struck a stinging blow across her face. When he thrust hard 
forward with his hips again, she thought she was going to pass out. The 
lubricating fluid that her fingering of her own vagina had brought forth 
made his entry at first much less painful than she believed, but then as he 
plummeted deeper into her hopelessly stretched pussy, she felt certain she 
was being ripped in half. 

"Oh, fuck, you're a tight little cunt," the sailor groaned as the thick head 
of his cock was wetly gripped by her vaginal mouth. He stared down at her 
hair-covered mound, seeing the pink pussy lips stretched wide by his thick 
pulsating hardness, and he lunged again - driving deeper up into the moistly 
cringing virginal passage. Linda thought it would never end as he thrust 
inch by agonizing inch into her heated belly; and when she felt she couldn't 
possibly take any more, he shoved forward driving even deeper into her. 
Then, finally, her abdomen rippling with pain, she felt the bushy tips of 
his pubic hair brushing her inner thighs. It was all she could do to keep 
from screaming at the top of her lungs. 

The rest didn't last very long. Her assailant kept groaning over and over 
again, "Oh, fuck! What a cunt!" And he wildly drove his long hard cock in 
and out of her, the spongy purple head striking deep within her belly. She 
could only whimper and sob in response - visions of her damnation whirling 
through her mind as her naked young body was ruthlessly raped by the 
drunken, lust-insane sailor. 

She didn't want to look at him, but her fear and shame made her keep her 
eyes open; and she hopelessly stared up at the cruelly leering face above 
her as her tender young cunt was plundered with a quickening fury. The 
brutal sailor gripped her long blonde hair with one hand, pulling her head 
up from the ground and shouted, "Look, chick! Look at my prick!" And through 
tear-blurred eyes she saw his hard wetly glistening penis buried into her 
young body. Even as she watched, horrified, she saw his long shaft pulling 
slickly back out until only the very tip remained inside. The silky blonde 
strands of her pubic hair were matted down with moisture, clearly outlining 
the pinkly flushed flesh of her ravaged young vagina, and he drove into her 
so hard that his groin slammed against her with a thud, and her eyes watered 
so much she could no longer see. 

He groaned once, then again, as he fell forward with the full weight of his 
body pressing into her nakedly heaving young breasts. His grinding motions 
became jerky and quick as his elongated penis made vicious thrusts into her 
wetly sucking cunt. Deep in her belly the head of his ramming cock seemed to 
swell up to an impossible size, filling her until she thought she would 
burst apart from the pressure, and she moaned her agony of sexual fire that 
ripped through her body, "Oooohhh, please, oooohhhhh!" 

His body seemed to consume her every part, for her neck tensed where it had 
been savagely nipped with his teeth; her breasts were squeezed by his 
weight, and her long legs high and forced out wide around his hips as her 
ex-virgin cunt was pierced and battered by his lusting, hammering cock. 
Spasms gripped her belly as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth 
in her painfully stretched pussy, and his head went up as his back arched in 
a great curve ... just at the moment the fire raged from the lust-swollen 
tip of his wildly jerking penis. 

Sperm shot into her wetly cringing young womb like molten lava from a 
volcano; squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through 
tightly gritted teeth. And Linda groaned as her belly sizzled with the 
heated liquid - sharp, burning, stabbing bolts of white fire; never-ending. 

He raised up, finally, the cruelly leering wide grin still cutting across 
his sweaty face, and she knew that it was over and done. Fearing for her 
life, she remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath 
coming in hot gasps, like a devil-dragon from hell. 

Later, it was the sight of the sailor's smirking face that had stayed with 
Linda like a horrible nightmare, not the actual rape itself. He had left her 
there naked in the clearing as he found her, save for one important 
difference. Her virginity was gone, but in its place he had left a seed 
implanted; a seed that was to grow in her belly and give her a child. Rick! 

She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way 
home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. 
This she was grateful for, for in her fear, she had absolutely no intention 
of telling her parents what had happened. Doing so would mean admitting she 
was where she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie 
about her state of dress at the time, if the sailor was picked up, there 
would certainly be conflicting stories. Her only choice was to act as if 
nothing had happened - that she had been at the choir rehearsal. 

What she had not counted on was her pregnancy! 

Linda ignored the early signs of her pregnancy like she could actually wish 
such an event away, and this fact made it all the more difficult for her to 
explain when it could no longer be hidden. It was nearly five months after 
the incident in the park when the confrontation with her parents occurred, 
and in spite of her frightened, sincerely abject, tearful confessions, her 
story never really sounded believable. While she wasn't physically thrown 
out of her home, she did become a mental outcast, and her life with her 
parents became increasingly difficult as her due date drew near. It had been 
arranged for her to go to a home for unwed mothers, and after Rick was born, 
Linda decided she could not return home. With money saved for college 
expenses, she struggled on her own for a year; and when the baby was old 
enough to be taken to a sitter, she got a job as a file clerk with a company 
south of San Francisco. She worked hard, going to a secretarial school at 
night, and eventually she got a good paying job as an executive secretary. 
Through it all she avoided any kind of contact with her family, though not 
because they hadn't believed her about the rape. It was her guilty feelings, 
feelings she carried with her all the time, for in the back of her mind she 
knew that she had almost enjoyed that brutal rape by the sailor. 

Thus, Linda put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon both as crude and 
brutal and dirty. She never dated men, but instead devoted her time to 
improving her professional life and raising her son, Rick, in the best way 
possible. Everything went along fine - she believed herself happy - until 
one day she woke up and realized that her son was almost a man ... Now in 
addition to the problems of Karl Williams' persistence about a date, there 
was Ricky ... 

With the letter typed and ready to be posted, Linda busied herself with 
clearing her desk until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what 
with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned down her boss for the 
umpteenth time, she felt it wiser not to take advantage. 

At five o'clock, to the second, she quietly locked her desk and walked out 
of the building with the rest of the office staff. Outside, she was pleased 
that she hadn't been confronted with Karl Williams again, and she ran to her 
car in case he might be following her. She wanted to get home to her son, 
and she didn't think she could take anymore of her boss's arguments about 
why she should go out with him. The three-day weekend was that much sweeter 
for the fact that she wouldn't be making excuses to him. 

Home was a simple and small house in San Bruno - a fifteen minute drive from 
work, and a source of pride for Linda. She had bought it when Rick was ten, 
and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them. It was in a 
typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her 
life efforts ... the symbol of all that she worked to achieve. 

"Rick, I'm home," she called as she entered the house. There was no answer, 
but she heard the sound of water running and realized that her son was in 
the shower. She had her coat off and hung in the closet when the running 
water stopped, and as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen, she 
called out again while passing the bathroom. "Hi, I'm home!" 

"Hey, Mom?" 

Linda stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened, and she saw her 
handsome young son standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around his 
slender waist. His head and broad, muscular shoulders were still wet from 
the shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his eyes that she recognized 
immediately. He was going to ask a favor. 

"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Mom ..." 

"O.K., dear ..." 

"I'll join you in the kitchen in just a minute," he said smiling, and he 
hurried back into the bathroom. 

Linda smiled, only slightly annoyed by his mysteriousness; and, as she 
walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help thinking about how 
mature Rick had become. Standing in front of her almost naked, he looked far 
more man than boy: his shoulders broad, waist narrow, and long muscular legs 
definitely those of a young man. It was as though he had suddenly grown away 
from her to enter his own world, a world where he was less dependent on her. 
That disturbed her! She found herself wishing he hadn't been wearing the 
towel around his hips so that she could have looked upon his manhood and 
make sure he was completely normal, but she blushed for having such a 
shameful thought and quickly put it out of her mind. 

Rick, of course, was more mature for his age than Linda wanted to admit, and 
his handsome, almost rugged, features made him even appear older than 
sixteen. He had no difficulty passing for eighteen, and there were times he 
had even succeeded in passing for twenty-one. His good looks had aided him 
in gaining experience beyond his years, but for his mother, he still feigned 
more innocence than he possessed. 

Linda had food out of the refrigerator and ready to cook by the time Rick 
joined her in the kitchen, and she was so engrossed in getting dinner ready 
that she had forgotten that he wanted to talk about something important. 
"How was school today, dear?" she asked. 

"Fine, Mom, fine ..." he answered sitting down at the kitchen table, a 
serious look on his face. "What I wanted to talk about ... Well, with this 
three day weekend: it's a great chance for us to do something different ..." 
He stopped, realizing his mother was hardly listening as she arranged pots 
on the stove. "Mom, could you hold up a minute? This is important to me!" 

She remembered and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm so hungry, I was 
wrapped up in the food here." She pushed a pot off the burner, and then 
smiling at her son, sat down beside him at the table. "Now, what is it 
again?" 

In his most serious voice, Rick started again. "I was thinking, what with 
this three day weekend, that we should take the opportunity to get away ..." 
He hesitated, "To a place like Big Sur ..." Then his words rushing out, 
"There's a camp where cabins are very reasonable this time of year, and the 
change of scenery would be nice for a change. It's really beautiful there 
you know, and the weather forecast says warm and sunny all weekend ... It 
would be great, Mom, really great!" 

There was more to it, Linda knew, and she smiled her most motherly smile. 
"Change of scenery is nice once and a while, but the cost of staying two 
nights just for that ... Well, I don't know." She was teasing him, and 
enjoying it. "Maybe if we had some friends there? We might find more things 
of interest ..." 

Rick leaned forward, elbows on the table, and he grinned sheepishly at his 
mother. "I got the idea this afternoon. When I was talking to Karen Boyd. 
She and Mrs. Boyd are going there tonight; and, well, I thought it would be 
fun if we went too ..." 

Linda nodded, then stood up to begin fixing dinner again. She had figured it 
was something like that, and she wasn't about to disappoint her son. Karen 
was his girlfriend, though an innocent relationship as far as Linda knew, 
and she, too, came from a one-parent home. Valerie Boyd, Karen's mother, was 
a divorcee, and Linda had known her since Rick first took her daughter to a 
school dance. They had become friends because their children dated off and 
on, but got together only on occasions when they did things with Rick and 
Karen. These occasions consisted mostly of Sunday afternoon picnics or 
weekend school events, and they got along well together, though they had 
little in common. They were both about the same age and living without 
husbands, but that was where the similarities ended. Valerie Boyd worked as 
a saleswoman in an exclusive dress shop, and she dated men often, going to 
places that Linda had only seen from the outside. Yet, if going to 
nightclubs and expensive restaurants involved dating men, Linda was glad to 
do without it, while she held nothing against Valerie for what she did. For 
Linda, the friendship was like being in on the social doings without 
actually having to participate in them, so going to Big Sur and meeting 
Valerie there sounded like just another Sunday picnic slightly extended. It 
would be fun, and it was something she had to do for Rick. 

"Well, Mom ...? How 'bout it? Can we go?" Rick said anxiously, though he 
knew his mother rarely refused his requests. 

She turned away from the stove, still relishing the chance to tease her son. 
"That sort of thing takes time to plan," she said, and she was prepared to 
continue her kidding until she saw the hurt expression on her son's face. "I 
mean, we couldn't possibly leave tonight ... But, how about tomorrow?" And 
she was pleased by the warm glow of excitement that radiated across the 
kitchen. 

"Oh, that's great, Mom! I mean, I meant tomorrow! Heck, that still gives us 
two nights there!" he said hurriedly, and he stood up from the table and 
hugged his pretty mother. 

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt her son's hard young body against her, 
but she turned away immediately, looking in a pot as if the food might be 
burning. "There's one thing you haven't considered, dear," she said in her 
most serious tone, but she waited to go on until Rick had again sat down at 
the table. "Since this is a three day weekend there is a strong possibility 
the camp will be full ... We may not be able to get a cabin!" 

"No problem," he said smiling, "Karen's going to have her Mom reserve us a 
cabin the moment they get there. I figured you'd say O.K." He laughed 
loudly, and so did his mother. 

Chapter 2 

They got a late start the next morning as Linda realized at the last minute 
she had to wash some clothes for the trip. Rick became somewhat impatient, 
but remained in good spirits as he helped around the house. They got away 
shortly after noon, with Rick driving after having promised his mother he 
would stay within the speed limit. 

It was only a two hour drive to Salinas, but from there the going was slower 
with most of the highway being two lanes. They stopped for a late lunch on 
the Monterey wharf, eating hamburgers, though the restaurant specialized in 
seafood. They both detected a slight fishy taste to the beef, but it was fun 
nonetheless ... and neither had any complaints. 

At four that afternoon they reached the Big Sur Coast, and by the time Rick 
pulled into the campgrounds, it was already getting dark in the dense 
redwood forest of Big Sur. At that time of year, the last two hours of 
daylight were like an extended dusk with the sun going below the mountains 
that stood between Big Sur and the Pacific, and in this half-light, the 
giant redwoods looked even bigger. Yet, the atmosphere was strangely warm 
and inviting to Linda as she got out of the car feeling secure and happy. 

They went straight to the main office of the campgrounds to check in, and 
the man there was nice, even walking with them to point out their cabin. At 
first opportunity, Rick asked him which cabin the Boyds were occupying, and 
he was surprised to learn they were not staying in a cabin. 

"The Boyds are camping in a tent up yonder," the man announced pointing 
toward the hills across the Big Sur River. "Ain't as far as it looks," he 
added seeing Rick's expression. "You cross the bridge and go left past the 
other sites. Their camp's up on the rise. Ya can't miss it, son ... It's the 
only one up there!" 

Rick thanked him and immediately got busy transferring luggage and supplies 
from the car to the cabin. He was anxious to hike up to the Boyds' campsite 
before it was totally dark, and when he carried the last suitcase into the 
cabin, only five minutes had passed. His mother was putting groceries into 
the refrigerator when he joined her in the small kitchen. 

"Mom, the car is unloaded, and I put your things in the bedroom. I'll sleep 
in there," he said pointing to the day-bed in the living room. 

"Thank you, dear ... Are you getting hungry?" She was always concerned about 
his eating. 

He nodded his head. "In this air I could work up quite an appetite, but we 
did have a late lunch." He had more important things on his mind than eating 
dinner. 

"Well it will take me a while to get organized in here. Suppose we eat in an 
hour or so?" she said closing the refrigerator door. 

"Swell, Mom! Ah, you mind if I take a walk?" Rick said quickly, and he 
added, "Thought I'd walk up to the Boyds' camp before dark ... See if I can 
find it! O.K.?" 

Linda smiled, "O.K.," and she watched her son as he crossed the living room 
to the front door. He turned as he opened the door. 

"Any messages?" 

"You might tell Mrs. Boyd that I'll say hello tomorrow morning ... I'm much 
too tired tonight. Guess the drive wore me out?" 

"Yeah, you should take it easy tonight, Mom! And don't worry about the 
dinner, either ..." His voice cut off as he closed the door behind him. 

Hurrying toward the bridge over the Big Sur River, Rick felt a little guilty 
about leaving his mother alone when they had only been there a few minutes, 
especially since she was so agreeable. If she had said no, he wouldn't have 
been very upset, as he liked being around her. She was nice to look at - a 
helluva lot more attractive than any other woman her age. As far as that 
went, she was downright sexy! She was always going out of her way to do 
things for him, and that in turn made him want to do things for her ... if 
she'd let him. He had to admit it was difficult to just leave her alone in 
the cabin, but the familiar twitch in his pants was becoming demanding. He 
had to let Karen know he was there, and maybe, if things went right, he 
could take care of that twitch then too. At the very least he had to be sure 
he could find the camp later that night if Karen couldn't get away just 
then. 

Linda finished putting the kitchen in order, then opened the refrigerator to 
get something out for dinner. She stared at the contents for a long moment, 
unable to decide on any one thing. It suddenly seemed like such a bother, 
and she finally settled on a package of hot-dogs, even though she had bought 
them with a picnic in mind. They were the easiest thing to fix; and if they 
went on a picnic, she could always buy more. When Rick came back she could 
boil them in a few minutes, and there wouldn't be much to clean up either. 

Leaving the package by the sink, she took a deep breath and walked into the 
living room. The cabin was small and furnished with the barest essentials, 
but it had a quality of rustic coziness that was irresistible. The walls and 
open rafters were of redwood, and the plank floor creaked as she walked, but 
it was not artificial and that seemed important. 

The furnishing of the living room consisted of a table with benches worn 
smooth by use, one overstuffed chair with lamp and side table, the day-bed 
with rough-finished coffee table in front, and a floor lamp by the larger 
table. In the corner, dominating the room, was a massive stone fireplace, 
and she noticed that wood had been stacked just waiting to be lit. 

The idea of having a roaring fire going when Rick returned seemed nice, and 
it even occurred to her that they could cook the hot-dogs over it. It would 
be like a picnic in the living room, so she walked back to the kitchen to 
find some matches. In a few minutes a bright fire was burning hotly in the 
fireplace, and she stood back staring at her handiwork while feeling its 
warmth penetrate her clothes. The flames were too high for cooking hot-dogs, 
but she figured it would be just right in the short time Rick was due to 
return. 

She watched the fire a few moments longer, thinking how nice it would be to 
sleep in front of the fireplace, and then she decided she should get busy 
with her unpacking. Rick had left her suitcase in the bedroom, and she 
lifted it onto the bed, the only other furniture in the small room being a 
chest of drawers. She took her time, carefully placing the few articles of 
clothing in the drawers or closet, then closed the suitcase and slipped it 
under the maple framed double-bed. She thought about unpacking Rick's 
suitcase, but she decided he would likely prefer doing it himself. So 
instead, she returned to the living room and sat down on the day-bed, making 
herself comfortable as she watched the fire burning to hot, glowing coals. 

She daydreamed, unaware of the passing time, and the heat from the fireplace 
made her lush, young body feel warmly sensitive to its radiance in her mind, 
she could see herself taking off all of her clothes, stripping and lying 
down nakedly in front of the fire, while the dancing light of the flames 
cast strange shadows on her breasts and stomach ... and legs. The heat made 
her flesh tingle with an erotic excitement as tiny beads of perspiration 
formed on her brow, an excitement that played sensually over her body and 
caressed each part. 

Linda jumped up from the day-bed, shaking her head to drive the dreams away. 
Her son should be back any minute, and there was dinner to prepare. She felt 
flushed and shaky as she walked quickly into the kitchen; and she started 
pulling food from the refrigerator before she remembered the hot-dogs on the 
sink. 

"Foolish woman," she said out loud as she closed the refrigerator door. 
Through the window above the sink she saw that it was almost dark outside, 
and she leaned closer to look up toward a dark sky. She had left her 
wristwatch in the bedroom, thinking she would have no use for it that 
evening, and she hurried to get it and check the time. Good Lord! It had 
been two hours since Rick left to find the Boyds' campsite! 

It wasn't like her son to be late, and he had said an hour ... or so she 
thought? She walked quickly to the front door and peered out into the night; 
with the exception of a few scattered campfires, she saw nothing. Instantly 
a picture of Rick, lost and hungry in the woods, flashed in her mind, and 
real worry overpowered her sense of reason. She had to find him to be sure 
he was all right. 

The night air was cool, and she was wearing a loose fitting house dress that 
was comfortable for the long drive down, so she hurried into the bedroom to 
get a warm coat from the closet. As she walked quickly out the front door 
she tried to remember what the camp manager had said about finding the 
Boyds' campsite, and she wanted to kick herself for not having listened more 
closely. The cool air and the darkness helped calm her, and she abruptly 
realized she might be doing something foolish. If she ran off half crazy 
with worry, she could easily become lost. Besides, most likely Rick was just 
too involved socializing with Valerie and Karen to notice the time. 

Linda stopped, thinking she would return to the cabin and wait for her son, 
when she saw a small wooden sign a few yards in front of her. She moved 
closer, unable to read it in the twilight from that distance, and she saw it 
was arrow-shaped with the word "campsites" etched on it. Looking out in the 
direction it pointed, she saw faintly glowing fires in the distance, and she 
listened, hearing the sound of rushing water nearby. She remembered then 
what the man had said about crossing a bridge and going left past the 
campsites to a rise. 

She really didn't want to see Valerie Boyd that evening, but then there was 
nothing but anguished waiting for her back at the cabin. And Rick might be 
heading in her direction right at that moment. There was no harm in walking 
toward the Boyds' camp; and if Rick was headed back, she could walk with 
him. Their paths had to meet, as there was the bridge over the river, so she 
headed toward the fires in the distance. And if she didn't meet her son, she 
still could turn back, if necessary, before reaching the Boyds' campsite. 
The walk would do her good, and it was better than waiting in the cabin 
where it had been getting a little too hot. 

Chapter 3 

The light of the long sunset was still in the sky when Rick reached the 
bottom of the rise. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from across the 
river, but it was different. The trees along the slope were large pines, 
spaced, and climbing up between them was obviously no easy matter. The 
ground was covered with slick pine needles and it angled up quite steeply to 
the rise, but there was still enough light that he could find the path to 
the top without difficulty. 

The trail was angular, cut into the side of the slope as it rose from one 
level area to the next, and by the time Rick reached the last cut to the 
top, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very unhappy if the Boyds' camp 
wasn't there, but a short distance along the flat and in a clearing, he saw 
the large tent. The air carried a distinct odor of barbecued beef; when he 
reached the edge of the clearing, he understood why. 

Seated at a large camp table were three people. A short distance from that 
was a campfire and grill being tended by Karen Boyd. He was excited at 
seeing Karen, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of 
those seated at the camp table. One was Valerie Boyd, as he would expect, 
but what disturbed him was the presence of two men. The three adults were 
all drinking from tall glasses and laughing and talking at the same time. 
Rick instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Karen. If that 
was the case, he'd certainly have to re-think his plans. His muscles tensed 
with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more 
correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic stimulation. 

They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Karen was carefully 
turning over the campfire, but the way Valerie Boyd was acting with the two 
men, Rick had to wonder. Karen was almost a carbon-copy of her mother, and 
she was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet, 
Valerie Boyd was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and 
then some. Rick felt that Karen would some day come up to the qualities of 
her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at Valerie. 
She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he could 
imagine. 

At that moment, seated at the large camp table, Valerie seemed to radiate 
pure sex like it was a common asset available to everyone. Her movements 
were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was making love to anything 
that came in contact with her full and lush body. When she touched the 
table, it was certain that she was feeling its texture, caressing its 
surface with her fingers, and the bench she was sitting on might as well 
have been alive by the way her supplely fleshed buttocks and thighs pinched 
and rocked upon it. She was wearing a short dress of such delicate material 
that he had to wonder if it was all there, or instead, if was a blouse and 
she had somehow forgotten her pants or skirt. She always dressed in 
revealing garments, and though Rick had never seen her in the nude, he felt 
he could describe all of her intimate parts in detail. Her breasts, large 
and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position, 
the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress as if straining to 
be free. He could imagine how proud and firm they were, like magnificent 
blushing globes above her narrow waist and curving hips. Her long tapering 
legs, always slightly parted seemed to suggest he could easily look up 
between them to the warm inviting place where her sleek inner thighs and 
softly rounded buttocks became one. Her silken pubic mound would be darker 
and thicker than Karen's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would 
part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her 
cunt tucked between soft, wetly glistening cuntal lips. 

One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Rick kept his eyes 
on Valerie, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her 
head back so that her long auburn colored hair spilled over her shoulders 
like a flowing frame for her strikingly attractive face; at these times, her 
sensual mouth would open in an "O" shape as if her wetly ovalled lips were 
prepared to kiss the head of a cock. And then she would smile and her tongue 
would snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they 
seemed to glow with alluring redness. She was an alive and tremendously 
exciting woman, a female, Rick knew, who could make any man glad to be near 
her. 

It didn't take long for Rick to realize that the two men at the table were 
both seeking Valerie's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight 
of her, he decided he would make his presence known. He wanted to get away 
somewhere with Karen as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men 
would be glad for the privacy. 

"So I find you at last," Rick announced abruptly as he stepped into the 
clearing and walked toward the camp table. Karen left the fire and ran to 
him with open arms. 

"It's about time you got here ... I've been going crazy hanging around this 
giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were intended to jest, but her 
open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and as 
anxious as he was for sex. The feel of her sensually warm young body 
pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he 
pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in 
front of her mother. Valerie knew about their involvement and thought it 
fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum. 

Keeping an arm around Karen, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Boyd, 
how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked 
at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being 
very, very friendly. 

"Well, Rick, you're just in time for a drink," Valerie said in her husky 
voice as she took his hand; it seemed as if she felt it more than shaking 
it. Then she glanced at the other two men who were standing. "This is 
Karen's friend, Rick! That's Ray, and that's Bob ..." 

Rick shook the hands of each, and he suddenly realized that they both knew 
Karen's mother better than he'd previously supposed as she went on quite 
casually, "They're a couple of Big Sur swingers, Rick." 

"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. Then he turned to again face Valerie. 
"Before I forget, my mother said she would come by to say hello in the 
morning ..." Then he added as if to make an excuse for her absence, "She was 
a little tired from the drive down." 

"Too bad she can't come tonight. It might have done her a world of good!" 
she said, and Rick missed the touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Sit down, have 
a drink, and let Karen get those steaks before they're burned to a crisp!" 

With a yelp, Karen hurried to the campfire, so Rick did as Valerie asked, 
sitting down beside her and pouring himself a drink. They were all drinking 
martinis in large glasses, but he preferred something he could water down, 
so he poured himself three fingers of scotch and filled the glass with ice. 
"Helluva nice way to go camping, Mrs. Boyd," he said, and he clinked his 
glass against hers. She laughed which reminded him how horny he'd become, 
and he quickly took a large gulp of the liquor so he wouldn't stare. After 
that he completely forgot about the time or his promise to his mother as he 
listened to Ray and Bob tell stories, and he attempted to keep from looking 
at Valerie laugh. Karen put the overdone steaks on the table, but no one 
seemed very interested in eating any food. Rick fixed a second drink when 
Karen sat down beside him, and while she held a drink too, her free hand was 
kept busy under the table stroking his inner thigh. Being in between Karen 
and her voluptuous mother was a situation that Rick thought to have great 
possibilities, and the second and a third drink were consumed quickly. 
Finally, he was aroused from their nearness, he stood up from the table with 
legs trembling. 

"I've got to go!" he announced abruptly, and no one seemed to notice but 
Karen. She stood, pausing long enough to drain her glass, and then she ran 
off to the tent only to emerge a second later with a flashlight. 

"Mother, I'm going to walk back with Rick ... I'll be gone for awhile." 

Only then did Valerie stop the animated conversation of the two men long 
enough for a short and meaningful comment of her own. "See you soon, Rick, 
and do take your time!" 

"Thank you for the drink, Mrs. Boyd," he answered, and with quick nods to 
Ray and Bob, he took Karen by the arm and headed back toward the trail. 
Karen had the flashlight on, and they followed the circle of light, not 
stopping until they were at the edge of the slope. Then she pointed the 
light down the trail to the first level area. 

"There! Just on the other side of that pine ..." She started down the trail, 
Rick anxiously following close behind. 

"What? What's there?" he said. 

She laughed, devilishly, "A blanket ... I put a blanket there earlier, in 
case it got cold." 

Just off the trail, on the far side of a large pine tree, there was a flat 
and level space covered with fallen pine needles. And next to the base of 
the tree was a bunched up dark green blanket that Karen unhesitatingly 
picked up and began unfolding. 

"Shine this down here while I spread this out," she said handing Rick the 
flashlight. Her rushing made him more excited than ever, and while holding 
the flashlight in one hand, he started unbuckling his belt with the other. 
In the process he couldn't help shining the light on Karen's sensual young 
body. Just like her mother, he thought, but younger and less experienced. 
Her dark eyes, wide with a heated arousal, glowed as the light shone on her 
pretty face; her long auburn hair, a shade lighter than her mother's fell in 
bright contrast around her white shoulders as she pulled off her sweater. 

"I've been thinking about doing it all day ... Hurry, darling," she said, 
but he remained motionless as she stripped off her brassiere and exposed her 
full, ripely quivering breasts to his view. The nipples, pink and proud, 
were hardened with her excitement, and he held the light on them, wanting to 
watch her undress completely. With belt loosened, he started unbuttoning his 
shirt with one hand, but he didn't want to set the flashlight down until he 
had seen all of her. She was wearing jeans, and in one motion she slipped 
them, and her bikini panties, down over her gently rounded buttocks, lower 
still down her firm, white thighs until they fell in a heap around her 
ankles. He moved the beam of light across her flat young belly, pausing for 
a second as if to tease her navel with it, and then he pointed the light 
directly at the triangular patch of her sparse pubic hair. 

Karen saw what he was doing with the light, and she laughed openly, willing 
to play the game. "You see? It's ready for you, darling! Warm and moist and 
ready for your big old cock." As she spoke in her soft, low voice, she 
spread her slenderly tapered legs apart and began grinding her hips 
rhythmically back and forth, as her hands - palms against her white flesh 
with fingers extended - slid down over her naked belly toward the curving 
mound of sexual pleasure. 

Rick gaped at her slow sensuous movements, as her fingertips drew closer and 
closer to the silken fuzz of her eagerly undulating cunt. His long throbbing 
penis was straining against the confinement of his pants, growing harder and 
bigger as he watched her caress her inner thighs and spread her legs out 
wider still before reaching up with two fingers of each hand to stroke the 
moistened hair-lined slit and part the wetly glistening pussy lips to 
wantonly expose the flushing pink flesh of her cunt. 

Her lust hardened clitoris was throbbing visibly as she seductively pressed 
a fingertip against it, and the young boy couldn't leave his pants on 
another moment. His stiff, blood-filled cock was aching to be released, to 
be free to enter the moistly hot grip of Karen's tight young cunt, and he 
set the flashlight on the ground, the beam spreading across the blanket to 
illuminate their love-bed. "There! Lay down there!" he groaned as he 
hurriedly pushed his pants over his painfully erect penis, releasing it to 
stand straight out from his groin. 

Karen willingly did as he asked, nakedly stretching out on the blanket so 
that the light shone directly on her voluptuous young loins, and with knees 
drawn up and spread out wide, she again stroked the tingling knob of her 
rigid little clitoris with a single fingertip. She was without shame as she 
arched her ripely flaring buttocks up off the blanket, grinding her pelvis 
in a lewdly open invitation to be fucked. 

Rick was ready, tearing his shirt off and nearly tripping in his efforts to 
step out of his pants, as he knelt down on the blanket, naked now except for 
his shoes and socks. The night air was cold, but both young people were too 
impatient to notice anything except the other's arousal. 

"Ooohh, your cock's so big and hard! Fuck me, darling. Fuck me," the young 
girl pleaded as she raised her hips up higher, as if trying to catch his 
wildly jerking penis with her hungry little cunt. Her hands were on her 
sleek inner thighs, fingers spreading the heatedly quivering lips of her 
lubricated vagina so that Rick could clearly see the wetly glistening 
opening to her femaledom. With a loud groan of hunger, the boy arched his 
hips forward so that the rubbery-like tip of his pounding cock was but 
inches from her moistly heated cuntal crevice. 

He, too, had been thinking about fucking the voluptuous teenaged girl all 
day, and he wanted to savor the moment, just to feel the full, overpowering 
impact of her sexuality. The helmet-like purple head of his rigid penis was 
throbbing painfully as he pushed it closer to her tender young flesh, and 
when it contacted the whispy ends of her pubic hairs his whole body 
shuddered with passion. Tiny droplets of moisture clung to the auburn hairs 
lining the wide-spread lips, and still more perfumed lubricant covered the 
fleshy pink valley from the quaking wet bud of her clitoris to the brownish 
tightly puckered little anus. He wanted to touch it, all of it with the 
thick head of his cock, and tease her until she begged him to ram his prick 
up into the slick walls of her tight young cunt, fucking like a maniac into 
her quivering belly. 

Tightly gripping the large, fleshy pole-like penis in his hand, Rick pushed 
his hips forward again, this time not stopping until the dilated slit at the 
very tip made contact with the hardened ridge of her clitoris. Then using 
his stiff rod like a poker, he stroked it across the hotly moistened flesh, 
striking at her budded nerve ending, taunting her wet cuntal mouth, and 
slipping the now moistened head down over the excitedly puckering hole to 
her rectum. The sex-crazed teenager jerked her voluptuous young buttocks up 
at the rigidly teasing cock, anxious and hungry to have it buried deep in 
her fiery belly, but the grinning boy held back just enough to prevent her 
from taking it inside. He guided it up and down the smooth valley again and 
again, pausing here and there to push and retreat and make her moan in 
frustration. More warm lubricant oozed out to be spread over the pinkly 
blushing flesh, and he placed the purple head of his cock again over her 
tiny anus pushing once, twice, harder as she squirmed on the blanket beneath 
her. 

"Ooohhh, ooohhh, oohhhh! Fuck me ... Ohhh, God, fuck me!" she cried with her 
long slender legs trembling in tensed anticipation. She was ready, so ready, 
and willing to take him anywhere as long as he fucked her. 

Sweat dripped from Rick Hill's forehead as the heated arousal of his body 
grew more intense, but he still held back, enjoying the seeming power his 
hard young penis had over her wantonly writhing body. No matter where he 
touched her with it, she squirmed and twisted as if wanting to take its 
massive hardness inside, and he thought about making her suck it or take it 
in her asshole, but the memory of her tightly slick young cunt around his 
rigid cock dominated all. 

With a calculating cold-bloodedness born of a wild passion, he laid the full 
length of his hard, heatedly throbbing penis over the wide-splayed slit of 
her cunt, and he fell upon her, his hips trapping her legs out wide, his 
hands covering the pliant globes of her large, softly fleshed breasts. 

She moaned and writhed insanely, her eyes closed, her mouth open with a hot, 
implacable desire. "F-fuck m-m-meeeee!" she moaned, her voice wild and high. 

He felt her fingers tracing down his spinal column, feeling each inch as 
they explored lower. They moved past his waist, and he closed his eyes and 
tried not to moan with delight. He dared not think of what she was going to 
do, even though he knew ... and died from anticipation. He raised his hips 
slowly, the head of his unbending cock slipping down her hair-lined slit, 
further and further until it was positioned against the gaping mouth of her 
moistly heated cunt. With a frenzied movement, her hands cupped the cheeks 
of his buttocks and she tried to pull him toward her, trying, with all her 
might, to shove his long hard cock into her impatiently wanting cunt. 

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me anyway you like!" 

Her words drove him mad. Her face was distorted with lust and wild with 
passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her red hair whipping 
through the air. He pushed forward, carefully ... gradually slipping the 
thick excitedly pulsating head of his penis into the tight grip of her snug 
little cunt. He entered her, an inch, then another, the head of his cock 
stretching her wetly slick passage wide as she squirmed beneath him, 
groaning and panting and wanting him all the way to her belly. The 
tortuously slow entry was teasing ecstasy, stirring a fire in his balls that 
made his cum boil as he pushed deeper in the lubricated tunnel, her hot 
little cunt rippling over his hardened flesh as if sucking it inside. He 
penetrated still another inch of sensual delight, but still he held to his 
agonizing pace. 

Karen groaned, arching her buttocks up in her sexual delirium as she tightly 
gripped his muscular young buttocks, pulling the cheeks wide so that he felt 
the cool night air stirring between them. Then, as he tensed, he felt the 
young girl's outstretched finger find its way to the crack between his naked 
buttocks and burrow its way down until it touched on his excitedly puckering 
anus. With a yell and a bellow, he rammed his thick cock into the pulpy 
hotness of her young cunt. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious 
depths of her being, and he felt it hot and hard and powerful ... with her 
moistly contracting pussy pulsating all around his long hard shaft as if it 
were determined to hold it prisoner in her cunt forever. 

Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tight so that her head fell 
back and her entire upper torso was lifted off the ground, he began fucking 
her - slowly at first, then in a rapidly increasing and snarling desire. The 
young teenager responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad, 
eager to get more of his hotly throbbing cock deeper inside her, if that was 
possible. 

Rick lost all control and began fucking with all his might, his balls 
slapping against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he lifted them off the 
blanket with each stroke and slammed her back down again. The sex- crazed 
girl squealed, faintly at first then louder as his massive young cock sawed 
in and out with wild abandon, racing into Karen's wetly clasping cunt like a 
piston in a revved-up engine. Their pubic hairs entangled as his penis 
sliced down between her legs and up into her belly, her vibrant little 
pussy, a warm and soft and grasping pulsating sleeve of pleasure, pulling 
him inside and squeezing him out as her belly wantonly churned and her 
thighs locked against his rolling hips. 

It had only been a week, but it seemed like forever since he had an orgasm 
or even sex of any kind, and he felt his impatiently heated cum building 
with the might and undeniable thrust of a bulldozer out of control. He 
pushed his hand under her eagerly raised young buttocks, and he was 
imagining the look of the tiny puckered orifice hidden teasingly and 
mysteriously up between her hotly trembling ass-cheeks, feeling the smooth 
hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to her anus. He wanted 
to touch it, feel the tight elastic texture of her anal ring with his 
finger. 

"OOooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Rick, baby ... Ohhh, now now 
now!" 

His fingertip made contact with the tightly puckered little opening and he 
pushed hard against it, eliciting more fevered groans of pleasure from the 
teenaged girl. The elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to 
loosen and tighten in time to the fucking of his thickly hardened cock in 
and out of her tight little cunt just above it, and he twisted his invading 
finger around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery 
mouth of her hairless little anus. 

"Ooohh, yessss ... Ooohh, ohhh, ohhh!" Karen gasped loudly and in pain as 
his finger drove deeper up into her tightly cringing rectum, another object 
of lusting pleasure to saw and fuck in her loins. 

Rick ground his throbbing cock down hard into her heatedly clasping cunt and 
thrust his finger deeper, up to the second knuckle, in her heatedly tight 
rectum, straining and grunting - fighting the urge to let his boiling white 
cum dash free from his bloated balls. She moved beneath him like a sex 
machine - all velvet and heat - the taut muscles in her rectum slowly, 
deliberately, pulling and working at his screwing finger, wanting it deep as 
he drove it through the tight, spongy grasp of her anus. Her wanton little 
body was alive, her fleshy young buttocks wildly grinding under the smooth 
pistoning of his hotly throbbing cock as they raised themselves up to his 
deepest drives. Her legs spasmodically flew up and out, opening her 
shamelessly aroused loins even wider to his hard, rapid thrusts, and she 
arched her naked hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling as if worshipping 
the hard fleshy penis shoved deep in her hungrily burning cunt. 

"Oooohh, Goddd! Yeesss ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Karen was being 
sexually driven toward her own wild ecstasy, wantonly wiggling her buttocks 
and thrusting her pelvis up to meet each one of his savage blows as her eyes 
closed and she let her head fall back and her mouth open in wondrous 
rapture. 

"I'm c-c-cummmiinnnaggg!" she gasped. 

"Uunnnhhhh!" 

"I ... I'mmmm ccuunummmmmminngggg!" the teenaged girl gasped again. 

Her tightly clasping little cunt of hot buttery liquid rippled against his 
lust-inflated cock like a volcanic wave of erotic fire, and Rick was 
breathing hard and his heart was pounding as though it were about to fly 
right out of his chest as he felt his orgasm growing until it seemed to fill 
his whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his cum - heavy 
and thick - raced as if it had been poured down a funnel and exploded, 
almost tearing the head of his cock off as it heatedly splattered into her 
wildly rejoicing young cunt. He felt himself thrusting, pouring white hot 
sperm into the wantonly writhing girl as his toes tingled and the hair stood 
up on the back of his neck and he bellowed, "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!" 

And still the never-ending spurts of hot cum pumped out of his cock, filling 
her and making it easy to saw in and out of her wildly contracting pussy. 
Her belly rolled with his lunges, spasms of delight arching up against him; 
and her mouth was open, teeth tightly bared, as she gasped and moaned in 
groaning climactic desire. He pumped once, twice, then once again, feeling 
his strength going, his muscles turning into taffy, and his bones melting 
into warm butter. With a long satisfied moan, he finally collapsed on top of 
her ... breathing heavily, his long cock still buried into her eagerly 
milking vagina. 

Karen continued to writhe beneath him, wiggling her hips and screwing up 
against his half-hard cock as his outstretched finger kept fucking into the 
depths of her heated rectum. Their climactic juices flowed warmly, slowly, 
around the thick base of his wildly jerking cock and seeped down the moist 
crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks to lubricate his finger as it plunged 
tirelessly in her tightly clasping anus. Then, as if only pausing before 
making a new ascent, she slowly lowered her legs on the blanket, forcing his 
finger to slip gradually, smoothly, from the spongy grasp of her rectum 
until the fingertip came out of her puckered little anus with a lewd popping 
noise. 

Rick stayed over her as he suddenly felt the chill of the night air on his 
naked buttocks, and he reached out to pull the blanket over them. It was 
then that he realized the flashlight was still shining on them. This struck 
him so funny that he began laughing, causing his deflating cock to slip 
noisily from Karen's cum-filled cunt. He rolled onto his back, gasping and 
choking, "Imagine ... W-what if somebody had come ... What a show!" he said 
between his rasping laughter. "Oh, woowwww!" 

Karen turned on her side, finishing the job Rick started by pulling the 
blanket over their naked young bodies. She was still reveling in the 
sensually slippery feel of warm cum between her smooth inner thighs, and she 
snuggled in close to him. "That was nice," she sighed, totally unconcerned 
about possible onlookers. 

"Yeah," he answered, but he was thinking about her mother, Valerie, and what 
was probably happening to her right then. Karen and her sexy young mother in 
bed together, that would really be something! And, abruptly, he remembered 
his own mother and how he had told her he'd be back for dinner. He knew he 
had to leave ... right now. "I've got to get back to the cabin ..." 

"Ooohhh, already?" she said, and she knew Rick liked it when she pouted. 

"I told my mother I'd be back for dinner an hour ago! She's probably 
worried." 

"Doesn't she know what you're doing?" Karen asked though she already knew 
the answer. 

"Oh, come on! She thinks you're a virgin, and me too! She'd die of shock if 
she found out differently ..." Rick said, and he believed it, too. 

"You know, she is awfully uptight for such an attractive woman," she said as 
if thinking out loud. "I'm going to see if Valerie can help her ..." 

"No! Don't, Karen ... Whatever it is that makes my mother the way she is ... 
Well, she's going to have to ..." He couldn't finish the statement. "Hell, 
I'd better get going!" He started to push back the blanket, but he froze as 
Karen's warm young hand closed over his cock. 

"That good fuck you just threw me made my throat dry. I was kinda hoping 
..." She gently squeezed his limp penis with her fingers, and he felt it 
growing hard again. The way she talked sometimes just drove him crazy; the 
way she licked her wetly parted lips making what she wanted so obvious and 
all ... Hell, he was late now, a few more minutes wouldn't matter! And she 
was, obviously, hungry ... so why not feed her ... 

Chapter 4 

It seemed colder, and Linda pulled her coat more tightly around her as 
twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the 
campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to 
do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left 
and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever 
find her way up in the darkness, and she knew she should turn back, 
returning to the cabin alone. 

She didn't want to go all the way to the Boyds' camp anyway, because she 
didn't want Rick to think of her as an interfering mother. But she waited, 
for a few minutes, somehow believing that Rick would soon be coming down the 
hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining 
down a trail, she was sure it was Rick on his way back to the cabin. Then it 
stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was 
happening because of the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and 
disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. 
Was he lost? Oh God ... what if he had fallen? 

There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that 
spot of light and make sure that her son was all right. She moved slowly, 
cautiously, afraid that she might step into a chuck hole or trip over a 
fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined 
trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep 
and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was 
difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading 
up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of 
illumination, and she nearly walked into a tree. She stayed on the trail, 
and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light. 

She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, 
but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of 
her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought 
about calling out her son's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify 
caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Rick at all, and she was 
nowhere near the Boyds' camp? It was possible she was approaching a total 
stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen. 

She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the 
scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Rick there, it had 
been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level 
area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight 
lying on the ground about ten feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had 
been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew someone 
was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from 
fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the 
tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the 
tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. My God, 
please don't let it be Rick who's fallen and hurt himself. 

Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took 
in more and more: a dark green blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of 
naked flesh ... and then she wanted to scream! Her head began spinning 
crazily as images - prurient, intense images - swam through her brain to 
make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going 
to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet 
away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her son and Karen ... 
nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual 
intercourse. The young mother couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the 
heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently 
screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing 
repeatedly into her nerve centers. 

Her son and Karen Boyd together on the blanket, their naked bodies 
glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an 
obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Linda blinked her eyes not wanting to 
believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Karen's long 
legs were back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and 
her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the 
driving lunges of Rick's long, hard penis. Linda wanted to run, to flee from 
this terrible heartbreaking sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no 
matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured 
and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of 
the scene on the blanket. 

Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to 
judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking. The reddish silkiness of 
Karen's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly 
ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her 
ravished little cunt. Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could 
be seen - erect and throbbing - responding to the contact of his powerful 
young penis as he speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly. Linda could 
hear, as loudly as the drums of doom, her son's sperm-laden balls slapping 
noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of 
the girl's gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard fleshy column - 
slick with her lubricating fluid - would force the tightly clasping flesh of 
her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock 
disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink 
flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck at the 
hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it. 

Karen was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a 
tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved 
this lewd fucking she was getting. Linda tried to divert her eyes, ashamed 
of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her 
stare at her son's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned into Karen's 
tight little cunt. The nakedly thrusting cheeks of his ass tightened and 
relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking; and his mother watched closely, 
examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly 
amazed by the enormous size of his long virile penis. 

His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, 
the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing 
second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet 
she was obviously wanting even more. 

Linda tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really 
meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and 
shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had 
begun trembling as the bud of her clitoris became moistly erect with 
arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her 
quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her 
own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was spinning with the desire for 
satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, 
something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of her son and Karen 
fucking. 

"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Rick ... Ohhh, now now now!" 
Karen groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young 
cock, and the words floated over to Linda like teasing, arousing and 
taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the 
lewd action. The trembling young mother stared at Karen's tightly puckered 
anus as Rick's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming into 
the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And Karen begged 
for more. "Ooooh, yessss ... that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, oooh, oohhh!" 

Linda was aghast as she saw her young son's extended finger sliding into 
Karen's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his 
cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy. Linda thought she, too, could 
actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly puckering anus, 
and the shock made her legs move. Somehow she was able to back away from the 
tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her son and Karen fucking, as the 
memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she was seeing 
herself at the same age as Karen, that time so many years ago in the park 
with the sailor. And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so 
good, so ... 

Linda started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from 
that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to 
the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she 
moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its 
importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless 
step, a fall was insignificant. 

Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Valerie Boyd with her new 
knowledge, to put the facts before Karen's mother in the hope that she could 
erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever 
brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten 
or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind. 

Linda froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this 
one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked 
even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the 
brilliant firelight, so close that Linda thought she could reach out and 
touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that 
stunned Linda, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying 
to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her. 

There was a man, stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a 
table, surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the 
voluptuous Valerie Boyd, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the 
table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Linda, and both of her hands 
were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the 
man's bushy groin. Linda would never have believed a cock could be so big, 
and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Valerie 
lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Boyd woman 
was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her 
long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to 
feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and 
licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her 
face moving closer and closer to it. 

"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Linda found 
herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a 
majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the 
tip opened and closed as Valerie's hand stroked up and down its thick 
length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of 
his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he 
wanted to thrust his massively erect penis into her mouth. 

Linda told herself it was wrong to be spying on Valerie like this, but at 
the same time she had a mother's interest in knowing the family of her son's 
girlfriend. And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to 
walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Rick and 
Karen again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a 
sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though she could never 
consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching her 
son fucking his girl. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass 
up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene - a scene that would 
justify her arousal. 

Valerie was mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer and 
closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large 
white breasts were sensually swaying just above his jerking penis. She moved 
lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either side of the 
wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she 
was making a sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her 
softly firm breasts in place of her hands. 

The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared 
into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it 
reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust- hardened 
staff with her tits. In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene 
appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that Karen's naked mother was 
performing over the man's idol-like phallus. The man had a fixed smile on 
his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft 
breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up 
so far that it scraped her chin. Valerie backed away for a moment, laughing 
teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, 
suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little 
tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing 
head. 

For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Linda's eyes, 
and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to 
herself, the vile and crude sexual play of Karen's mother. She knew she 
should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that 
no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She 
had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life ... and she wanted 
to see all of it ... because it was exciting her beyond measure. 

The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of 
Valerie's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood- filled 
length of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip 
where tiny drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she was whipping the 
hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over with her warmly 
glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten animal, 
she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick tip of his 
moistened penis was slowly slipping between her ovalled red lips, entering 
the warm cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as 
though it were a delicious ice-cream cone. Gradually, Karen's mother began 
taking a little more of its thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and - 
at the same time - had her hand wrapped around its thick base, pumping 
furiously up and down. Then Valerie suddenly did something Linda wouldn't 
have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. 

Moaning loudly, Valerie slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire 
long length of the man's wetly glistening cock into her throat. Her cheeks 
bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the 
pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white 
teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic motion, her 
head began rapidly sawing up and down on the man's cock, her tightly 
compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous force. With 
her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his 
sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that 
grew more intense with each passing second. 

Linda's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it 
reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs 
together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating 
vagina. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, 
being careful to keep Valerie and the man in clear view. Then, just as she 
sat on the pine needle covered earth, another man came into sight from 
around behind the tent. Linda almost jumped up again, but she stayed put 
when she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of 
the party. He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his hairy 
groin was a half-hard penis that to Linda looked even bigger than the one in 
Valerie's mouth. 

"Don, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and 
you two start fucking without me!" He looked unhappy as he came around the 
table to stand behind Valerie and the man he had called Don. Linda was 
amazed as the man on the table only laughed, while Valerie, her mouth full 
of Don's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back 
at the newcomer. 

"You can pump it in the other way, Ray," Don said between grunting laughs, 
and Linda felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized 
what the man on the table meant by his statement. 

The standing man, Ray, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of the 
table where several bottles of liquor were placed. Linda was horrified to 
see Valerie spreading her legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing 
acquiescence. She was still kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes 
of her buttocks like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back 
sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on 
Don's long hard cock. 

Ray picked up a bottle of clear liquor, Linda couldn't tell whether it was 
gin or vodka, and he returned with it to stand once again behind Valerie's 
voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and laughing loudly, 
poured some of the contents over Valerie's sloping back. Linda held back a 
vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle down the hollow 
formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep shadowy crevice 
dividing her buttocks' cheeks. But Valerie moaned pleasurably around the 
thick cock in her mouth, and Ray, laughing cruelly, poured even more of the 
liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins. 

Linda trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how Karen's young mother 
could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another 
moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what Ray 
intended to do. Turning his back to Valerie, he knelt down on the ground and 
leaned over backwards until his head was up between her wide-spread thighs, 
and with mouth open, he licked the silver drops of liquor that was clinging 
to her reddish pubic hair. 

My God, he's going to kiss her ... There! Linda thought as she stared at the 
trio of naked people. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, 
but she knew that it was happening and making her own body burn with 
extraordinary intensity. 

Ray didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Valerie spread her knees 
out wider until his voracious mouth was pressed into the soft flesh of her 
booze-moistened cunt. With the first touch of his hot lips against her 
tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the sawing cock in her 
mouth. Immediately, Ray's moistly quivering tongue flicked out into the 
perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her quivering white thighs 
pulling her closer still. His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her 
supplely globular buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain 
better access for his lengthy tongue. 

Linda felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of Valerie's 
little brown anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the 
dark pink ridge of rubbery flesh expanding and contracting in the light from 
the fire. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening tongue moving 
in the pink furrow of the quivering vagina. Suddenly it disappeared into the 
moistly clasping opening, driving deep into Valerie's hot little cunt. Linda 
was so caught up in the bizarre scene that she thought she, too, could feel 
the heated tongue slicing up between her inner thighs licking its hot way 
deep into her cunt. Abruptly, their perverted lust began to take hold of her 
body also ... and she realized she was thankful for being hidden from their 
view, as an uncontrollable desire to touch her own body dominated her 
thoughts. 

The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame 
of lusting need, and she opened the front of her coat, taking the hem of her 
dress to raise it up until it was gathered like an accordion above her 
large, pointed breasts. With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over 
the jutting mounds of flesh to cup them and pinch the tinglingly erect 
nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off 
the lewd sexual scene on the table in the clearing. 

Valerie's head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her hand moving almost too 
fast to see along the glistening, hard cock in ever swifter strokes as she 
sensually swung her fully-fleshed buttocks in circles over the wetly probing 
tongue. Ray was driving his tongue up into the moist channel of her hotly 
clasping pussy like a cat lapping milk, and his fingers began probing into 
the tight ring of flesh around the entrance to her rectum. Karen's 
shamelessly aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back against his fingers as 
if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, Ray 
suddenly plunged his long, outstretched middle finger into the depths of her 
rubbery asshole. 

Linda, eyes glazed over with lust, watched as his finger drove up to the 
second knuckle and began immediately to fuck in and out, sawing a counter 
rhythm to his flicking tongue. The sight sent chills of pained excitement 
streaking through her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her loins and 
she released one hand hold of her breast to push the band of her white 
little nylon panties down over her ripely flaring hips. Once the flimsy 
material was gathered at her knees, she kicked her legs out, anxious to have 
the panties all the way off. She wanted complete freedom of movement with 
her legs, and she spread them wide apart, leaving her love-starved pussy 
completely accessible. 

She hesitated a moment, a familiar tinge of guilt crossing her consciousness 
for an instant, but she was already beyond the point of self-control. 
Eagerly, trembling with a fiery need, she ran her hand up between her firm 
inner thighs until her fingers were pressing into the soft folds of her 
moistly heated vagina. The silken pubic hairs were wet with her lubricating 
fluid, and the swelling mound of cuntal flesh pulsed hotly beneath the 
pressure of her hand. Her fingers brushed electrically over the tiny 
hardened tip of her clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the 
contact brought. It was overpowering, and the guilt that flickered through 
her conscience was overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her 
need. 

The sexual scene on the camp table was coming to a head, their combined 
motions and groans of pleasure seeming to permeate the night air, and Linda, 
though apart from them, was also feeling the power of their sexual energy. 
It surely had to reach climax soon, or so Linda thought, and she too wanted 
to feel the exquisite heights of orgasm. But then, the scene before her was 
suddenly changing, as Ray, the man oral fucking Valerie's pulsating vagina, 
stopped his tonguing action and stood up. 

Linda remained still for a moment, fearing possible discovery, and she 
wondered what bizarre act Ray was going to perform next on Valerie. He was 
stroking his hugely erect cock, each motion making the glowing purple head 
swell out even bigger, and Linda shuddered, realizing he was pointing it 
directly at Valerie's wiggling backside. Was he going to fuck her from 
behind, dog-style? Linda didn't know what to expect, but she saw that 
Valerie had slowed up her sucking and bobbing over the other man's cock. It 
was as if she was waiting for Ray to get himself ready, and to Linda it 
seemed to take forever ... while, in fact, he was behind her only a few 
seconds. 

Ray casually dug his fingers into the crevice dividing Valerie's softly 
rounded ass-cheeks, and he spread them wide apart to expose her anus once 
again. Linda had seen him sawing his fingers in and out of Valerie's tightly 
puckered little rectum, and that had been arousing in itself, but suddenly 
Ray's new intentions were very, very clear. His great thick penis was headed 
directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her anus! That little orifice was 
stretched wide open, quivering in eager anticipation between the distended 
cheeks of her full globular buttocks. Without having stopped for a moment in 
her oral fucking of Don's mighty cock, Valerie raised her hips up higher as 
if to meet Ray halfway. 

Linda was horrified, frozen with excited fear as she watched him move his 
long, wildly throbbing penis up between Valerie's wide-spread buttocks. She 
didn't believe it was possible! Valerie certainly couldn't take such a huge 
pole into her rectum that way without being torn in half! But, even as 
Rick's mother stared in disbelief, the naked Mrs. Boyd raised her head up 
from the thick, wetly glistening cock in her mouth, gasping out in staccato 
rhythm the words that Linda was afraid to hear. 

"Hurry ... Fuck ... My ... Asshole! Let's all ... cum ... together ..." 

Linda's mind was spinning with unbelieving horror as the words seemed to 
echo through the still night air. Nobody could perform such an inhuman, 
animalistic act, yet Valerie was actually begging for it! Suddenly, Ray was 
shuffling forward, the blunt head of his penis madly pulsating as he placed 
it against the little aperture of her tight anus, and she seemed to be 
wiggling back against it as though hungry to have it ripping into her 
lust-crazed body. Ray let the swollen, blood- filled head rest there for a 
moment, a deep purple and angrily throbbing knob between the gleaming white 
cheeks of her ass. He was breathing hard now, his whole body nakedly 
trembling with vile excitement, but he held back either to torment Valerie 
as she subjugated herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated 
flesh expanding against the throbbing end of his long, hard cock. Don, on 
the table, was just staring up at them, a lewd grin of aroused passion on 
his face, and Linda thought he too was anxious to see the perverted 
sodomizing of Karen's mother's anus. 

"Shove ... Cock ... In ... My ... Asshole!" Valerie Boyd chanted around the 
lust-swollen penis in her mouth. She was squirming in her bent over 
position, trying desperately to wiggle her fleshy buttocks back onto the 
long cock poised against her hotly clenching little anus. Ray was holding 
her hips firmly with both hands, and he responded to her request with cruel 
and sudden violence. Valerie would have been sent sprawling across the table 
if Ray hadn't held on to her, and Linda involuntarily cried out loud as she 
watched the thick blunted head of his wildly-throbbing penis plow with 
terrifying force into the narrow channel of Valerie's rectum. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Valerie grunted around the thick rod of quivering flesh in 
her mouth, and she began bobbing rapidly up and down over Don's cock as if 
giving positive approval to this brutal assault on her anus. Her muffled cry 
was loud enough to drown out Linda's vocal groan, and they both grunted 
again as Ray hammered more of his thickly throbbing shaft into the raw, 
screaming funnel of hot anal flesh kneeling before him. 

With terrified amazement, Linda watched as the huge, blood-filled cock 
slowly skewered into the tightly clasping passage, stretching it impossibly 
wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery 
flesh. He drove it into Valerie's rectum its full length, deeper and deeper 
until his groin was pressing hard against the wantonly spread cheeks of her 
buttocks, and then he withdrew, faster, and began sawing in and out of her 
heated rectal depths, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose each 
time he humped against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks. His 
semen-laden balls swung forward with such force they made a loud noise 
slapping against her moistly quivering vagina, and the sound reminded Linda 
of her own passion- soaked cunt. Ray fucked into the anus like a madman in a 
fit of insanity, and Valerie's head bounced up and down, her expression one 
of such lusting ecstasy that Linda was filled with reluctant awe. Stretched 
out on the table top, Don was still leering with a fixed, cruel smile, but 
he began to drive his wetly glistening cock up into the hungry depths of 
Valerie's madly sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Linda tried to 
close her eyes, to block out the wildly depraved triple coupling, as she was 
shocked by the unwanted reaction that came from her own burning belly. 

She began to shake violently as she listened to Don's obscene shouts for 
Valerie to "suck harder, you beautiful bitch. Suck harder!" His lust-glazed 
eyes stared at the unnatural coupling of Ray's penis in Valerie's rectum, 
and he shouted his encouragements as if he could no longer hold back his 
orgasm. 

"Harder ... Faster ... Fuck her harder ... Oh, God, suck it baby! Suck it!" 

It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but Linda knew she desperately wanted to 
feel a man's penis inside her - not "wanted," but needed, and had to have. 
The fire in her wickedly pulsating vagina was raging out of control, and the 
lewd groans and cries of pleasure coming from the table in the clearing were 
torturing her, as Valerie kept grunting her lust and the men answered with 
obscene shouts and powerful inward thrusts into her nakedly voluptuous body. 
Linda became lost in her own passionate daze as she listened to the obscene 
sounds of the three people, and she lay back on the ground, her coat beneath 
her, ready to surrender to the heated desire consuming her love-starved 
body. The hand she'd placed between her thighs had stopped its desperate 
clawing as aroused anguished passion took final control of her mind. She 
lifted her long shapely legs up, and bent and unbent them, the knees rising 
and falling as her hips slowly writhed. Her cool fingertips stroked the 
softly moist inner lips of her quivering vagina, spreading the hot flesh 
gently apart and caressing the smooth slipperiness of her passion center. 

Her frantic hand at her breast kneaded the straining mounds eagerly, 
strumming the nipples to erect little peaks. Simply touching them sent 
thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. 
And slowly, imperceptibly, she sank into pure erotic feeling, only dimly 
aware of the heated moans and cries from a few feet distant. Her mind's eye 
was filled with the obscene imagery of those three lusting bodies nearby, 
and all the sensual visions tumbled about her head and whipped her passion 
to a steadily increasing tempo. Don's giant cock fucking into Valerie's 
gluttonous mouth; she sucking greedily while Ray poured liquor over her 
ripely gleaming loins and then tongue-fucked her cunt and drove his finger 
into her tiny anus, preparing her for the greater entry. In her mind, she 
saw it all again like an exciting movie seen twice: Ray, standing behind 
Valerie's wiggling buttocks ... and then, finally, his wildly throbbing cock 
skewering deep into her puckered little asshole, not stopping until it was 
buried far up in the depths of her heated rectum. It was in Linda's mind, 
all of it, indelibly there ... tormenting her ... making her want to rip 
away her offending clothing and run nakedly out into the clearing and shout, 
"Fuck me too!" 

Her loins were on fire like never before in her life as the pulsating rhythm 
beating up between her thighs became a drumbeat of exquisite wet 
sensitivity. All of her consciousness was focused on satisfying her one 
overwhelming need, and with a groan she plunged her outstretched middle 
finger deep inside the viscous, moistened mouth of her hungrily pulsating 
pussy ... Linda had no other choice, for the passion of the three people had 
reached out and was holding her as if a magnetic force, making her do to 
herself what she desperately wanted to have done to her by someone else. The 
momentary tight resistance of her fluttering vaginal passage slowly gave way 
to the warming motions of her fingers, and the warmly wet walls contracted 
hungrily around her long extended digit as it slipped smoothly into her 
tight pink cunt. She drew her knees up and scissored her long legs wide open 
as her hips arched up sharply, moving rhythmically up and down to the motion 
of her long gliding finger driving in and out of her moistly clasping cunt. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhh!" A gasping and muffled shrill cry echoed 
into the still night air from the direction of the clearing, but the sounds 
were barely heard by Linda. She was totally wrapped up in finger fucking her 
own hungry cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining 
momentum. The tight clasping walls of her vaginal passage seemed to suck and 
pull at the digit with greater and stronger urgency until her whole 
lust-crazed body was writhing in a wild display of explosive sexual 
gratification. After all of the erotic stimulations she had been subjected 
to during the long night, it didn't take her much time to reach the final 
height of excruciating passion. 

Every muscle in her body was seized by a quivering tautness as she hung for 
a moment of time on the edge of release. She was near - so very near the 
mysteriously building peak that she sought - but one finger in her hotly 
pulsating little cunt simply wasn't enough. She inserted another to join the 
first, sawing and grinding, pumping her ripely fleshed hips up and down as 
she strained for the elusive orgasm. Suddenly, she was seeing Ray's wildly 
throbbing cock once again in Valerie's asshole, the thick fleshy cudgel 
stretching wide the narrow passage as it drove with terrifying speed into 
the very depths of her rectum. That was what she needed, Linda thought, and 
she removed her hand from the soft firmness of her breast, moving her long 
fingers rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided her smoothly rounded 
buttocks. 

Groping into the hairless valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery 
mouth of her anus and, carefully placing her forefinger against the puckered 
little hole, she wormed the tip inside. As it pushed through the tight 
resistance, she tensed from the abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain, 
but she ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm. She shoved 
her digit up to the first knuckle, the hot sphincter muscles of her anal 
passage grabbing her finger like a hungry octopus. Gasping aloud, she 
plunged her finger again down into the tight passage until she could shove 
it no further. 

Her two hands moved in unison as they each worked frantically in their 
respective holes, one driving wetly down into the heatedly clasping depths 
of her cunt, while the other countered with a lunge into her tight little 
rectum. She thrust them both in and out with an urgency born of frantic 
need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her ripely undulating 
buttocks into the air again and again. Oh, God, she thought, and she bucked 
once, twice, slicing her fingers up into her belly as the sensation of 
waters bursting over a dam flooded her passion-drenched body ... and then 
she was cumming! 

"Uuuuugghhhh." She was held by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that jolted 
and surged through her. She wanted to scream out her sudden delight as her 
madly quivering cunt contracted again and again around her deeply embedded 
fingers, and the hot wetness oozed slowly out of her squeezing vagina. Her 
long tapered legs trembled, thighs shaking as she fought to contain and 
prolong the beautiful climax, and she jerked up against her deeply buried 
fingers as pearl-like droplets of her solitary - lonely - cum ran hotly down 
the crevice of her buttocks. 

Linda had reached an orgasm, though it had not been what she expected. The 
tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the pine 
needles, her young body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her 
fingers buried inside her body as the last traces of her climax ran thickly 
onto her coat beneath her buttocks. Then, slowly, savoring each millimeter 
of her long fingers, she pulled them from her cunt and anus with regret. 

Oh, God, Linda thought, what have I done? Remembering where she was and 
aware of the fact that she might have groaned out loud, she sat bolt 
upright, her eyes searching for Valerie and the two men. She felt momentary 
relief as she saw they were not at the table, but then, in the darkness 
beyond, she saw the faint whiteness of naked people on the far side of the 
tent. 

Jumping up quickly, she steadied herself against a tree as she waited for 
strength to return to her legs; after a second she started to walk away from 
the campsite, almost forgetting the panties she'd left on the ground. She 
picked them up, stuffing them in her coat pocket to not waste any time 
getting away from the place, and she moved fast despite the darkness, as she 
could imagine nothing more humiliating now than being discovered. 

She didn't have time to give any thought to what she had just done, as she 
had to be careful while moving toward the trail down the slope, knowing 
there was also the danger of running into Rick and Karen. If they were 
approaching, she counted on seeing their flashlight first and then quickly 
hiding off the trail, but she made it down the angular trail without ever 
seeing even a sign of them. 

Linda fell twice, avoiding injury both times but ending up with smudges of 
dirt on her face and coat. Soon she was walking across the bridge; only 
then, able to think clearly for the first time, she realized that her 
disheveled appearance could serve as an excuse for her absence from the 
cabin should Rick be there when she returned. She decided to tell him she 
had gone for a walk, in the opposite direction of the Boyds' campsite, and 
that she had become lost, thereby taking so long to return. It sounded 
feasible and something like that was necessary if she was not to fall 
completely apart, admitting to Rick that she had seen him and Karen. 

When she was within sight of the cabin, Linda paused to pull her coat 
tightly around her, then she messed up her hair a bit more. The cabin looked 
very much the same as when she had left it - that seemed so long in the past 
- and taking a deep breath, she went inside. 

"Rick?" There was no answer. The fire she had lit earlier was almost out, 
and she walked straight into the kitchen, expecting to find some sign of her 
son having been there. Nothing was disturbed, and the young mother again 
started to worry about her son. She was horrified by the thought of Rick and 
Karen returning to the campsite and perhaps even joining Valerie Boyd and 
those two men in some debasing and vile sexual act. 

Unsure of what she could do, Linda returned to the living room half 
panic-struck with fear, but her fright subsided when she saw the white paper 
left on the day-bed. She quickly picked up the letter, her eyes scanning 
over the neat, orderly printing to the signature at the bottom. It was a 
note from Rick. 

Mom ... Stupid me ... I went off without the flashlight, so Karen walked 
back with me ... Surprised not to find you here, but can hardly blame you 
for not waiting dinner. We decided to go over to the redwood lodge to see 
what's happening, so don't wait up. I took the flashlight from the car, so 
Karen won't have to walk back to her camp alone ... 

Sorry again for being so late, 

Love Rick. 

Linda was relieved to know that Rick was not going back to the Boyds' camp 
immediately and, in spite of everything else that had happened, she couldn't 
be angry with him. She actually felt proud that he hadn't made up some 
falsehood as an excuse for being late, but instead just chose to give no 
reason at all. Naturally he couldn't just say he was busy fucking Karen! 

Linda sat down on the day-bed, suddenly feeling weary and afraid. Her whole 
world had become disrupted in the space of a couple of hours, and she knew 
that things could never be the same again. Her son was far more adult than 
she would ever have guessed, and he was probably more experienced sexually 
than she. Linda thought she should be jealous of Karen, but she also felt 
that she herself was responsible for Rick's sexual encounter in that she had 
never really given him guidance. Neither did she know which was worse: her 
staying to watch her son and Karen, or remaining at the Boyds' campsite 
until she had lost control herself. It was all too confusing, too recent; 
and she was too exhausted to think about it then. 

Taking the note from Rick with her, Linda walked to the bedroom, trying to 
put the evening's events out of her mind. She would have to look at her son 
differently from now on, but that went for Karen and her wanton mother too. 
She had asked Rick to tell Valerie that she would visit her in the morning, 
and considering all that she had seen, Linda wondered if she could ever face 
the Boyd woman again without fainting from embarrassment. 

Taking her panties out of her coat pocket and tossing them on the bed, she 
removed her coat and dress and hung both up in the closet. She made a mental 
note to remember to wash out the little white stain on the coat lining, then 
closed the closet door, not wanting to think about it anymore that evening. 
Taking off her brassiere and throwing it haphazardly on the bed with her 
panties, she then walked into the bathroom and washed her face and combed 
her hair without looking at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't face 
herself, not then at least. Slipping into her nightgown, she turned off the 
lamp and got into the bed. Sleep came quickly, but her dreams were filled 
with erotically disturbing images of herself. And to her horror, she found 
herself doing what Valerie had done that night, and liking it .. Only the 
man fucking her - the man whose cock she was eagerly sucking - was her own 
son! 

Rick! 

Chapter 5 

The day had turned cold, a gray blanket of high fog having draped the Big 
Sur coast with pale light, and Linda's depression had gotten steadily worse. 
She had slept late, staying in bed as long as possible without arousing 
suspicion, yet she still had to face her son, so had feigned a headache to 
hide her uneasiness. 

She had kept conversation to a minimum, and Rick had been sympathetic, 
promising to stay out of her hair if that would help. Her ploy had worked, 
and she was able to get Rick to deliver a new message to Valerie Boyd. She 
was to spend the day resting, and if Valerie had no other plans that 
evening, she would be glad to visit with her then. Linda had reasoned that 
she would have the day to pull herself together, although it didn't quite 
work out that way. 

It was four in the afternoon, and Linda was making her third pot of coffee 
when Rick came back to the cabin with Karen. She was in the kitchen and 
didn't hear them come in at first. 

"Mom? ... Oh, there you are!" 

"Hi ..." Linda felt her face heat up and redden with embarrassment. "Hello, 
Karen." She hadn't expected Rick to bring the Boyd girl with him, and she 
felt it impossible to conceal her uneasiness. 

"Hi, Mrs. Hall. Are you feeling better?" Karen said, a tone of real concern 
in her voice. 

"Yes, thank you," Linda answered as she turned away, diverting her attention 
to the coffee pot. Why had Rick brought Karen? Were they planning to stay? 
She wanted so much to be left alone, to escape the terrible thoughts that 
had been plaguing her all day. "I'm making some coffee ... Do you want 
some?" She couldn't think of anything else to say. 

"If it's all right with you, we're going out, Mom," Rick answered. "We 
wanted to stop by and see how you're getting along ... And, well ..." He 
stopped, looking to his girlfriend for the rest. 

"I'm just fine, dear. Don't let my silly headache spoil your weekend!" Linda 
was serious, and she felt bad enough for having to lie. She did want her son 
to have a good time, even if it involved sex with Karen. It was too late to 
undo that! 

Rick started again, "Oh, about Mrs. Boyd ... I gave her your message, and 
she said she was very anxious to see you. She's coming here at six ... Said 
she wanted to take you out to dinner ... If you're up to it ..." There was 
more, but he would let that wait for Valerie Boyd to tell the rest. 

"Mom said she knows just the thing for your headache, Mrs. Hall," Karen 
jumped in, a pert smile on her pretty face. Then she nudged Rick, indicating 
they should go. 

"That's sweet of her to be so concerned. Rick, I think you must have made 
too much out of nothing. My headache is practically gone, really!" She 
wanted to dismiss the idea that she needed care, but there was obviously no 
point in making excuses to the children. She would find a way of declining 
dinner with Valerie later. 

Linda poured out a cup of coffee for herself and, holding it like a prop in 
front of her, she motioned with her other hand toward the front door. "You 
kids go on and have a good time ... And stop worrying about me." She hoped 
her performance was convincing, that they couldn't see through her and know 
what was really troubling her mind. 

"O.K., Mom," Rick said as he took Karen by the arm, leading her toward the 
front door. "Mrs. Boyd will be here in a couple of hours ... You've been 
alone long enough today," he added sounding more like a parent than a son. 

"Nice seeing you again, Mrs. Hall," Karen said at the door, and she hurried 
out in front of Rick. 

"See you, Mom." 

Linda waved and watched Rick close the door behind him, her mind once again 
replaying the scene she had witnessed between him and Karen. Yet, it didn't 
trouble her nearly as much as what had followed, and she wondered if she was 
making more out of it than she should. 

She had known from the first day she had met Valerie that the Boyd woman was 
different in her attitudes than herself. So seeing her in such a 
compromising position last night really shouldn't have been that surprising, 
but Linda didn't want to face the simple fact that it wasn't Valerie's 
performance that bothered her. It was what she herself, had done, staying 
there in the woods and watching the lewd sex act until her own body had 
become like that of a wanton whore. It wasn't so much Valerie she found 
difficult to face; it was herself. 

To make matters worse, from the moment she had awakened that morning, she 
was unable to control a demanding itch - a heated need for sexual release - 
in her loins; and it was this failure of mind over body that had made her 
depressed. She had wanted to finger fuck and caress again, as she had done 
the night before; and it had taken all of her willpower all day long to keep 
from succumbing to the urge. She almost believed that Valerie's presence 
that evening would be a relief, and going out to dinner with her might 
actually be good. 

Linda sat down and sipped her coffee, forcing herself to not look at her 
watch. The time was moving too slowly, had been all day, and checking the 
time every few minutes didn't help. She thought to make the day go faster by 
thinking up excuses for declining Valerie's invitation out to dinner, but in 
the back of her mind she actually was talking herself into going. Maybe she 
could even get into a serious discussion with Valerie, confide in her, and 
get some of the answers she wanted to hear? Valerie might tell her she had 
no reason to be afraid of men, that men were not the brutes that she 
believed them to be ... and yet ... thinking about the two men with Valerie, 
Linda knew they had to be animals. And she was not that kind of person, she 
was not the type who would enjoy being raped by a drunken sailor, or take 
pleasure out of lewd and indecent acts! Or was she? 

Gulping down the remainder of her coffee, Linda looked at her watch knowing 
she dared not sit and think another moment. It was becoming a losing battle, 
and she would simply have to put it out of her mind. It was four-thirty, 
which left her an hour and a half to get ready before Valerie was due. The 
way she felt, that really wasn't much time. 

Getting up, she went into the bedroom, wondering what to wear for the 
evening. She had no idea what kind of dress was required in a tourist area 
like Big Sur, nor for that matter what kind of restaurant Valerie had in 
mind. She decided she would simply have to wear the nicest thing she 
brought, a cocktail dress, and if that was too dressy, then it would be easy 
to change after Karen's mother arrived. 

She took the dress out of the closet and then began taking off her clothes, 
stripping in a hurry. When she nakedly walked into the bathroom and reached 
into the shower stall to turn on the water, Linda caught a momentary glimpse 
of her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Automatically, 
the young mother began wondering how her body might compare with Valerie's; 
and, at that moment, her curiosity won out. It shamed her to admit it, but 
the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the mirror made her feel very 
proud, for she had a far better figure than Valerie. Was that possible? She 
studied the image before her. Yes, it was true! There was a sensual softness 
to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two ripe melons seen 
in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her waist small. Her buttocks 
jutted out in two firmly rounded identical moons and her stomach, seen in 
the mirror, swooped down to her sparse blonde pubic hair which was wispy and 
soft. 

Her thighs and legs were perfect, like the shapely legs of a thoroughbred 
showgirl. Naked, she was sexy and desirable, there was no question about it! 
Her face? And eyes? She turned away from the mirror, damning herself for the 
carnal thoughts that seemed to stream uncontrollably through her brain. What 
had gotten into her? 

Steam was rising from the shower stall, and she reached in, turning the cold 
water faucet to adjust the temperature to a cooler level than she normally 
set. She had to do something about her thoughts, and a cold shower was one 
possible solution. But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like spray 
against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating her 
nerves. And for the hundredth time that day, she thought about Valerie, 
bending nakedly over the table, legs so wide apart, with that man, Ray, 
wetly licking his long tongue around and up inside her pinkly quivering 
cunt. Linda wanted to touch herself and think about how Ray's tongue would 
feel against her own moist pussy. 

"God!" she yelled out loud. She made the water colder still and hurried to 
wash herself, but despite the coolness of the water, she was perspiring when 
she stepped out of the shower. 

She toweled herself vigorously, then ran into the bedroom to get dressed, 
and while she pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair and put on a touch 
of make-up, she gave serious thought to her earlier idea. Maybe, if she had 
a couple of drinks to loosen her up, perhaps she could find the courage to 
talk to Valerie about her problem. She would have to be careful not to give 
herself away, but she thought there was a chance that the more experienced 
woman would somehow be understanding. And at the very least, Linda needed 
some excuse to justify and retrench the feelings she'd kept for so many 
years. A talk with Valerie should reaffirm her own opinion of men; that they 
are nothing more than brutes and animals, out to humiliate and debase women. 
When the young mother sat down in the living room twenty minutes later to 
await Valerie's arrival, she didn't even consider the possibility that a 
talk could have the opposite effect ... and prove her long cherished 
opinions wrong ... horribly wrong. 

Chapter 6 

The knock startled Linda out of her day dreams, and she jumped up from her 
chair to hurry to the door. She hadn't noticed that it was dark outside, and 
she felt like a fool when she opened the door to see Valerie Boyd standing 
there in the dark. She immediately switched on the light. 

"Goodness, I wasn't watching the time ... Please come in," Linda said 
sheepishly, completely forgetting about Valerie's wanton activities by the 
firelight last night. 

"It does get dark early here ... How are you, dear?" Valerie said in 
response. Her tone was friendly, almost too much so, and Linda saw that she 
was smiling as she stepped into the room. 

"I'm fine, thank you," Linda answered, forgetting also that she was supposed 
to have a headache. 

"The children didn't forget to tell you I was coming? A night out can do 
wonders for a headache ..." Valerie eyed her friend's outfit, aware that she 
had taken some time to get ready. She was pleased that she wouldn't have to 
sell Linda on going out with her, as it was obvious she was dressed to go. 
"Your dress is just perfect for Harvey's place." 

"Well, I really didn't know what to wear, but the choice was easy. This is 
the only dressy outfit I brought," Linda smiled, assuming Harvey's Place was 
a local Big Sur restaurant. She purposely ignored the comment about her 
headache as Valerie didn't seem to want or need an explanation anyway. And 
keeping the conversation on clothes was a means of preventing it coming up 
again. The other woman kept her coat on, but it was open in the front, 
enough so that Linda could see the type of dress she was wearing. It 
appeared to be quite revealing and a bit too sexy for just going out to a 
restaurant, but Linda figured that was simply the way Karen's mother always 
dressed at night. 

"I'll get my coat and we can go," Linda said, walking into the bedroom, 
again reminded of how she had used her coat when watching Valerie and the 
two men. She made a mental note to be careful about everything she mentioned 
that evening, as a slip of the tongue could give her away. I'd just die if 
she knew I had been watching her with those two naked men! 

Coat on, Linda returned to the living room and smiled at the mother of her 
son's girlfriend. "I sure do appreciate your invitation, Valerie ... It'll 
be good to get out this evening." 

"It's something we should have done ages ago ... Strange that we have to 
come all the way down here before getting together for an evening." Of 
course, she never would have considered taking Linda Hall to such a party if 
her daughter hadn't suggested it. Karen thought Linda needed loosening up, 
and if that didn't happen at Harvey's place, nothing would ever help her. 

"All set," Linda announced as she turned off all but one light in the living 
room. Valerie had left her car down by the camp manager's office and the two 
well-dressed young women walked together in silence, Linda pulling her coat 
around her while Valerie let her wrap hang open. 

Once in the car, Valerie drove up to the coast highway and headed south. 
About a mile later she turned left onto a narrow road that wound among dense 
groves of redwood trees. Along the way, Linda observed several private homes 
surrounded by large parcels of property, and she couldn't help thinking how 
nice it would be to own such places. It was the privacy that each offered 
that appealed to her most. After they had been on the road for nearly ten 
minutes, Valerie finally turned in past large stone stanchions, onto a 
private drive. Linda wondered just where they were going, as from the 
entrance to the property, she couldn't see any sign of a building or 
structure of any kind. 

"This is Harvey's place!" Valerie abruptly announced, gesturing ahead with 
her hand. 

"My, it's certainly off the beaten path," Linda commented, and she was 
thinking it had to be very special to get people to come such a distance. 
"How much property do they have here?" she questioned wanting to make small 
talk. 

"It's quite extensive ... You should really see it in the daylight. The 
river runs right behind the place!" Valerie said, but she was laughing to 
herself, sure that after that evening Rick's mother would only be interested 
in other things. 

Linda stared ahead into the darkness beyond the headlights of the car, and 
for several minutes she saw nothing. But then, as if suddenly looming up 
before her, there were lighted windows like iridescent squares among the 
trees. In another moment, they were in an area where several other cars were 
parked. Valerie pulled up and stopped next to an expensive foreign sports 
car. Linda immediately assumed that the restaurant had to be quite expensive 
too. 

"Well, I certainly am amazed. I never would have found this place on my 
own," Linda said as she got out of the car. 

"We are here by special invitation, Linda ... And I think you'll find it 
fun." Karen's mother smiled and led the way to the front door of the large, 
modernistic house. 

"Do you mean it's a private club?" she questioned, surprised by her friend's 
statement. 

"Club? You must be confused ... This is a private home," Valerie explained, 
even though she had known all along that Linda had been thinking they were 
going to a restaurant. "This is Harvey's place ... His home!" 

It was too late to turn back. Linda Hall felt her heart pounding as she 
realized what Valerie was saying. They were going into someone's private 
residence, which could only mean it was also a party. 

Her eyes scanned over the building and grounds, taking in all she could see 
in the darkness, and it was apparent that the place belonged to an extremely 
wealthy man. She had no idea of what to expect inside, but the fact of being 
around the rich made her nervous. She wasn't sure she would know how to act 
in the midst of such wealth. And worse, with Karen's mother present there 
was always the chance of something bizarre and unusual happening. But she 
couldn't leave, at least not right then. 

Linda laughed artificially, "I thought this place was a restaurant!" She 
didn't want her friend to think her foolish and awkwardly shy, but she knew 
it must be written all over her face. 

"You mean the kids didn't tell you it was a party?" Valerie said, though she 
knew they hadn't. 

"No ... I guess they forgot ..." 

"Well, believe me, the food here is far superior to any restaurant in the 
area," Valerie added, as if to imply that Linda's concern was for the 
quality of the place. Her comment embarrassed the young mother, and that was 
exactly the effect she wanted. She stepped up to the door and rang the bell 
before anything else could be said. 

For Linda, it seemed to take forever for someone to come to the door; but in 
fact, the door opened a few seconds later. Standing in the doorway was a 
tall rather handsome man. Linda was instantly reminded of the typical rich 
playboy. His hair was wavy and dark, his features sharply defined and evenly 
tanned, but it was his eyes that caught her attention first. They were like 
black liquid pools, large and mysterious, and she felt he was able to look 
right through her. 

"Ah, at last my special guests arrive," the man said, his voice deep toned 
and masculine. "Valerie, my dear, it's good to see you again." 

Linda tried to maintain her composure as the tall man warmly kissed Karen's 
mother on the lips and then a second later turned to face her. His physical 
presence seemed to reach out and engulf her completely. 

"This is Linda Hall, the one I told you about," Valerie said, and then to 
Linda, "Your host." 

"Thank you for inviting us, Mr. ..." She wondered about his last name. 

"Harvey! But please call me Tom," he answered taking her hand in his. 

Linda was confused, and it showed. Was his name Tom or Harvey? she wondered. 
The explanation came before she could ask. 

"Everyone calls this shack Harvey's place ... My name is Tom Harvey," he 
said, a broad smile spreading across his face. 

"I see," Linda said in a soft voice. She wasn't sure what to make of the man 
standing before her, but his smile was so pleasant and reassuring that her 
nervousness went away. When he turned his attention back to Valerie, Linda 
couldn't help looking him over. He was wearing a colorful, loose fitting 
shirt and dark slacks, a casual outfit that somehow looked very, very 
expensive on him. She guessed him to be about forty, as there was a hint of 
grey in his sideburns. 

"Everyone seems to have gathered in the game room," Tom said, his wink to 
Valerie going unseen by Rick's mother. "Please follow me, ladies," he added, 
and he offered an arm to both of them. 

Linda couldn't help being impressed by his suave manner, and she put her arm 
in his, anxious to see more of the large house. Every room was wood paneled, 
some in different shades than others, and the ceiling seemed to vault into 
the sky, standing at the top of round wood pillars. He led them through the 
two-storied living room, and to one side was a wide stairway that led below. 
It was then that Linda realized the living room stood at least one story 
above the back of the house, and as she walked down the stairs, she saw 
before her a long room that appeared crowded with people. It was lit only by 
candles, so it was hard to tell just how many people there were, but the 
room was obviously built for just such a gathering. To one side were floor 
to ceiling windows, and outside was a balcony running the length of the 
room. There were spotlights mounted somewhere on the house that pointed out 
to large redwoods and the river. It made an impressive picture, like a 
setting that Linda had seen before only in movies. Scattered about the dark 
wood paneled room were couches and overstuffed chairs, and here and there 
were large pillows thrown down on the carpeted floor. Some of the people 
were standing, others sitting, and some were even lounging on the pillows. 
It could have appeared a typical party, but Linda became nervous again as 
she realized the people were all talking quietly, almost in a whisper. 
Ordinarily she would have expected such a crowd to be boisterous. 

Tom led them across the long room, some of the people greeting Valerie as 
they walked, but Linda paid little attention to them as she was more 
concerned about the way Tom held her arm. It almost seemed as if he was 
being intimate, though he was only touching her arm. She tried to put it out 
of her mind, believing it to be her imagination, and forced herself to study 
the layout more closely. Halfway in the room, on the wall opposite the 
windows, was a large natural stone fireplace, a fire blazing brightly to add 
to the effect of the candles. Though the room was large, Linda realized it 
felt intimate simply because of the artistic lighting; and she found this 
discovery to be interesting. Moments later, she found herself standing in 
front of a bar. 

"This is an important part of this room," Tom said, and Linda realized he 
had been talking the whole time they walked through the house. He had been 
pointing things out, but she had been too engrossed in looking to really 
hear. Tom went on, pointing to a buffet covered with exotic looking food. 
"Over there the tidbits and morsels of palatable pleasure, and here," he 
added motioning to the white jacketed man behind the bar, "Here you may 
quench your thirst." 

"You have a beautiful home," Linda said nodding to her host. She was 
flattered by the extravagant manner of Tom Harvey to someone he had just 
met. She was after all, only a secretary, and he obviously was more 
monetarily powerful than her boss, Karl Williams. 

"You are too kind ... What may I order for you, Linda?" 

His eyes again seemed to penetrate right through her, yet in a way that was 
complimentary, and the young mother felt herself blushing as though 
embarrassed by praise. She couldn't think of how to answer him. "Whatever 
you suggest will be fine," she said shyly. 

Tom smiled and motioned to the man behind the bar. "Jason here makes a 
special drink that I am quite fond of ... He keeps the ingredients a secret, 
but it does contain Pernod. You know, cloudy and nice!" He held up two 
fingers to Jason. "Your special, Jason." 

"Linda, dear?" It was a female voice - familiar. 

She had almost forgotten about Valerie, and she wondered how long the other 
woman had been calling her name. She turned to see Valerie approaching with 
two men on either side of her. Linda didn't recognize them until they were a 
few feet away, and then she thought she might faint. It's them! The men with 
Valerie last night. Oh my God! 

"I want you to meet a couple of old friends," Valerie went on quite 
casually. "This is Ray, and this is Don ... Linda Hall, boys!" 

Linda felt dizzy as she nodded to each, hoping she appeared unshaken, but 
she was sure her face reddened as each man eyed her openly. God, she had 
seen them naked and fucking Valerie less than twenty four hours earlier! 

"How do you do?" 

"Pleasure." 

"Honored." 

"I'm showing Linda the view," Tom interjected before anymore could be said 
by either man. "Jason, fix Valerie one of your specials," he added as he 
picked up two tall glasses from the bar. 

Linda was glad of the chance to avoid further conversation with the two men 
and Valerie, at least until she regained her composure, and she happily took 
the offered drink from Tom and put her arm on his to walk to the porch. She 
felt as if she were escaping from some terrible crime, and she took a sip of 
her drink to still her pounding heart. It wasn't until she was standing 
outside on the porch with Tom that she felt she could again speak normally, 
and she felt grateful to him for having saved her from possible 
embarrassment. 

"Thank you for this," she said holding up her drink, "It's really quite 
good. I don't usually drink, but this is mild and pleasant tasting ..." 

Tom had guided her to the railing at the edge of the balcony. He clicked his 
glass against hers and took a large sip of his drink, "There's plenty more 
where this came from, and you can be sure it won't hurt you ..." he said 
watching her gulp down nearly half her drink. 

Linda felt warm and more relaxed with each swallow of the potent mixture, 
and it did seem to help her get over the embarrassment of meeting Ray and 
Don. She stared out at the lighted trees and grounds below, listening to the 
sounds of the river nearby, a sound that lulled her senses, pleasantly. It 
was such a cool night, and yet here on Tom Harvey's porch she felt warm. 

"Are you sure this drink is mild?" she found herself questioning, as the 
first zephyrs of lightheadedness rippled through her brain. 

Tom laughed as if she had made some joke. 

"Take off your coat ... It's not the drink, it's radiant heat out here," he 
said tapping his shoe on the floor of the balcony. "Tiles under the floor." 

"Oh my gosh," Linda giggled feeling silly. She set her drink down on the 
railing and slipped out of her coat with Tom's help, and she still felt warm 
and comfortable. "That's amazing!" she added, picking up her drink again and 
taking another large gulp. "You have a remarkable home, Mr. Harvey." 

They talked, Tom mostly, about humorously unimportant things that made Linda 
laugh a lot. She drank too, and each time her glass was nearly empty, Jason 
seemed to be standing by with a fresh one. She lost count after the third 
drink, but by then she no longer cared. The liquor, or whatever, did have an 
effect on her, but it came gradually, barely recognizable for what it was. 
She felt warmer and more aware of her own physical presence, and everything 
seemed all right, including the slightly off-color jokes that Tom told her. 
She laughed openly, surprised that she felt no embarrassment or shame, but 
instead, she felt a pleasant tingling in the pit of her belly, especially 
when he looked at her in his special way. 

When they walked back inside the large room, it was darker ... the only 
light now coming from the fireplace. Gliding, not walking, they moved to one 
side where she saw Valerie stretched out on a large pillow, smiling up at 
her. Linda returned the smile as she, too, made herself comfortable on one 
of the large pillows next to Karen's mother. Again Linda had a drink in her 
hand, and Tom was beside her, not threateningly, just there. Music was 
playing from somewhere, everywhere, while the room danced with the 
flickering light of the fire, and her young very aware body seemed to 
pulsate with it, the tempo increasing toward an infinite point. 

"Wow!" Linda heard herself say, and she laughed as Tom nodded in response. 
She sipped more of the insidious drink, her mouth feeling dry, and she 
looked over to where Valerie was lying back on the large pillow, noting 
without surprise that Karen's mother's dress had slipped far up her firmly 
smooth thighs. Almost casually Linda saw that she was wearing no panties; 
oddly enough, it seemed funny and nice at the same time. Then Ray came over 
and said something about a movie to Tom, and everyone was smiling and 
nodding in anticipation. Ray was gone and back again, this time settling 
down comfortably on the same big pillow with Valerie. Linda turned, looking 
away to discover that somehow a large motion picture screen had descended 
just before them. Other people in the room were settling down, becoming even 
quieter than before, and Rick's innocent young mother drank more of the cool 
liquid in her glass, feeling as though she could never get enough. 

Vaguely, she was aware of Tom's hand around her shoulders. It seemed 
innocent enough, a reminder that they were sharing some special secret, and 
she relaxed against his arm, convinced that she couldn't be hurt. Her senses 
were fine-tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth and comfort, and the 
large pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins, making 
contact with the softly parted lips of her tingling vagina through her sheer 
panties. 

Linda turned her head toward Tom, and his face was close, very close, moving 
like a descending sphere as his eager warm lips met her. She wanted him to 
kiss her, to press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out the raging heat 
that poured through her fiery body. It lingered, held to a boiling pitch of 
passion that made her mind blank out what she knew was a very real danger. 
His wetly quivering tongue flicked into her open mouth, touching the roof of 
her mouth like a hot poker, and she began sucking on it hungrily, feeling a 
warm inviting promise of fulfillment that she had never felt in a kiss 
before that moment. It was good, too good, and she searched through the 
alcoholic haze in her mind to find reason for it all being wrong. But when 
the kiss ended, she felt only disappointment. He had kissed her, and she had 
let him. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in the privacy of a 
room full of people. 

Tom raised his hand as if signaling someone in the distant darkness, and 
almost immediately Jason was there with fresh drinks. Tom took a sip, as did 
she, and he was talking to her, telling her about a film they were about to 
see, but that was unimportant compared with the depth of his eyes. How could 
she have ever been afraid of men? 

There was a sudden tenseness in the room, as if everyone was waiting 
anxiously for an event, and she, too, became excited ... but for what 
reason, she couldn't guess. Then she saw a pin-point of light across the 
room, and she followed the beam with her eyes to discover that the screen in 
front of her was brightly lit. The music that had been playing faded out, 
and on the screen a close shot of a beautiful young girl appeared. She was 
asleep in a bed, her long, black hair framing an attractive face against a 
pure white pillow. She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low 
moaning sound came from her pert lips. There was the faintest hint of tiny 
beads of perspiration on the girl's forehead, and her eyes blinked rapidly 
as if she was half-asleep, half- awake. 

The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was 
apparent that the girl was sleeping with only a sheet covering her ripe 
young body. There were distinct impressions in the sheet outlining the firm 
little breasts, narrow waist and sexily curving hips. Almost imperceptibly, 
the girl began to move her body, as if she were trying to feel the faintest 
weight of the sheet where it pressed against her. The camera continued 
pulling back until a chair beyond the bed came into view, and on it was a 
sleeping German Shepherd dog; the animal too seemed to be dreaming. 

The view angle changed to the foot of the bed and closed in on the girl. Her 
mouth was partly open, and her pink tongue flicked out and in, moistening 
her lips until they glistened. She was breathing faster and faster, her 
chest rising and falling as her hand moved under the sheet, the impression 
clearly showing that she was reaching for her breasts. For a moment, her 
hand lingered there fondling the twin mounds with obvious pleasure, and 
then, the heat of her body apparently stifling, she grasped the edge of the 
sheet, slowly pulling it down to expose her nakedly firm breasts. 

Her softly fleshed little breasts were starkly white against the sun- 
bronzed color of her tanned skin; the nipples dark and the aureoles a 
brownish gold. Her hand moved immediately back over the nipples, rolling 
them into a pointed hardness. Her hips continued their grinding motion, the 
rhythm becoming more intense as she became more aroused. She pushed the 
sheet down further, first exposing her smoothly flattened belly, and then 
almost frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of her body. She lay with her 
legs apart, completely naked, and her legs scissored out wider to expose to 
the camera the entire length of her moistly glistening cunt and the gleaming 
little clitoris nestled at the top of the hair-lined slit. 

Her hand left her breasts then, circling down over her stomach, down over 
the silky pubic hair, down between her firm young thighs so that the tips of 
her fingers revolved over her rigidly pulsating clitoris. 

Linda held her breath, trying to quiet it as she watched the scene before 
her. She had never in her life seen such an obscene film, and she was 
grateful for the near total darkness of the room. The image was penetrating 
her intoxicated haze, reminding her of her own wakeful dreams, and she found 
that she sympathized with the girl on the screen. It was as though that 
young girl was begging for a release she couldn't have, and Linda too felt 
the tingling sensation so familiar to her. It seemed to start in her belly 
and slowly move down to the space between her legs until it reached her 
hardened clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself 
there, and she wiggled her buttocks back into the soft pillow, feeling the 
material of her dress and panties press up between her moistly parted 
thighs. She was hardly aware of Tom's hand as it moved over to her breast, 
and she made no move to stop him as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden 
under the lacy material of her brassiere. She would have to stop him, but it 
could wait until the delicious tingling between her legs subsided. Keeping 
her eyes glued to the screen, she took another sip of the pleasant tasting 
drink she held. 

The girl in the movie twisted her naked young buttocks against the mattress 
as though she was trying to bury herself in it, and her fingers played 
teasingly at the narrow slit of her wetly quivering cunt. As if being 
attacked by some unseen lover, sheer wanton desire took hold of her, and her 
hands began fluttering over her body as though they were out of control ... 
until they both came to rest at the "V" of her softly rounded thighs. She 
groaned with the contact of her hands against her obviously aroused pussy, 
and she pulled her knees up, jackknifing them back and spreading her legs 
even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moistly glistening 
furrow between. Her fingertips crawled to the pink hair-covered lips and 
spread them slowly apart until the wetly quivering layers of cuntal flesh 
were fully visible, and the mouth-like orifice had opened hungrily. The 
half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly, divided by the hot, avid 
crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below 
the swollen and agitated lips. The girl extended her long middle finger and, 
sliding it downward, she inserted it into the pinkly glistening valley, 
stroking the bud-like clitoris at the same time. 

Her sensuous movements on the bed increased as her probing fingers worked 
themselves inside the blushing edges of her trembling young cunt, slowly 
widening the lips. She wormed her outstretched middle finger in and out 
smoothly between the lubricated opening as she drew her legs back up to her 
breasts, and her softly rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the 
searching finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined still 
another finger with the first. Clenching her teeth, she pushed both of them 
into the tightly clasping pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking 
noise, and the girl purred with pleasure. 

For a brief moment a suddenly sober Linda considered leaving - running away 
- as she remembered what had happened to her traitorous body simply by 
watching Valerie and the two men the previous evening, but that thought 
quickly faded as she took another sip of her drink. The liquid seemed to 
calm her mind, while her awakened young body was alive with sensations 
coursing through her flesh in licking flames of desire. Tom had pulled her 
so close against him now that she could hardly move. When he suddenly moved 
his hand to the top of her dress and boldly pushed under it and her 
brassiere to cup her naked breast, she didn't even want to move! Small 
pin-pricks of delicious feeling danced over her nerves to her nipples as he 
maddeningly rolled the hard little bud of one breast tip between thumb and 
forefinger. Her emotions ran away, and what fear she might have felt earlier 
was simply overpowered by an ever increasing flood of passion. She hazily 
snuggled back against Tom's strong arm while her eyes remained fixed on the 
erotic movie. 

The girl in the film was possessed with a nakedly implacable lust as she 
writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The 
steadily increasing rhythm drew loud grunts of pleasure from deep in her 
throat as her fingers sank into the tightly clasping cuntal opening, making 
sucking noises as she withdrew them again. Her face was contorted with an 
animal lust as she strained furiously to reach a climax, her young mouth 
open and groaning in obvious frustration. She rolled her head from side to 
side, her hair flying like a thousand soft whips onto the pillow, and it was 
apparent she was becoming desperate for any kind of release. 

She pumped harder and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her 
wide-spread pussy almost too fast to see as she tightly clenched and 
unclenched her buttocks as she strained up against her probing hands. Her 
grunts became louder with each passing second, until her actions and voice 
seemed to blend into one mighty cry of passion. 

Then, impossibly, the girl froze, and the camera zoomed back to reveal the 
huge German Shepherd leaping onto the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror 
as the dog stood menacingly between her outstretched legs, growling in 
warning. She started to move, to roll off the bed, but the dog's loud bark 
made her freeze once again. She remained immobilized with her fingers in her 
aroused young cunt and thighs spread and knees drawn up to her chest. She 
didn't dare move as the big canine hovered over her naked body, his great 
panting head hardly inches above her defenselessly upturned loins. 

Linda was stunned by the sight of the dog on the bed, and she gripped Tom's 
arm, her nerves tingling with fright. She was totally engrossed by the 
actions on the screen, even to the point of identifying with the girl. 

"My God!" she gasped, her voice low and quaking. "What's going to happen? 
The dog is so ..." Her words trailed off as she felt a shudder run through 
her aroused body. 

"She knows well what the dog wants, and I think she would like it, too," Tom 
answered, his mouth close to Linda's ear. 

The helplessness of the girl in the film made Linda feel vulnerable also, 
and she held tightly to Tom's arm for security. She was a bundle of 
erotically tingling nerves, fascinated by the thought of the dog raping the 
girl. She wanted to be repulsed and shocked, but curiosity and excitement 
dominated her mind. The evil fascination of seeing the impending ravishment 
gripped her body, and her tension made her spine stiffen. She gulped down 
several large mouthfuls of her drink, which helped her to relax once more. 
Tom's hand on her naked breast felt good, a feeling that she didn't want to 
deny herself for the first time since she could remember. His fingers 
tweaking her nipple made tiny jolts of heated arousal jump along her nerve 
ends, and she squirmed her buttocks down harder against the pillow, forcing 
it to press deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked from her 
excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the 
overpowering sensation beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground 
in an unfamiliar situation, but she could not bring herself to deny the 
hotly demanding throbbing of her cunt. The smoothness of the pillow excited 
the overly sensitive pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny shocks 
pulsing in the bud of her clitoris. She bit into her lower lip to hold back 
the forbidden sensations that were heatedly pulsating up between her legs 
with greater urgency, as her attention was concentrated on the film. 

The huge German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's tender, 
hair-covered loins, and he began sniffing at its perfumed moistness. It was 
as though he had found a bitch in heat! The girl showed mixed emotions as 
the cold nose made contact with her puckered little anus, and then she 
tensed as his long red tongue snaked out, licking wetly up and down the 
crevice around it, the tip burrowing partly into the crinkled anal ring. 

She tried to squirm away, wiggling her naked young body to move up the bed, 
but the dog raised his head and growled again before greedily resuming his 
lapping of the narrow pink pussy slit between the frightened girl's thighs. 
He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed anus 
up over the fluted pink edges of her moistly quivering cunt to the rigid 
little clitoris atop her pubic mound. His sharp tongue spread through the 
soft, hair-covered swelling like a sword slicing through bread dough. It 
flicked relentlessly up between the girl's wide-spread legs, stopping once 
to curl its wet way deep into her wantonly writhing young cunt. 

Linda wasn't sure if she should look at the film any longer, or turn away to 
help quiet the growing flames of passion in her own belly. She was excited 
by the gradual change coming over the abandonedly writhing young girl in the 
film whose frightened moans had changed to soft mewls of involuntary 
pleasure. Then Linda heard different groans right alongside her, and she 
tore her eyes from the film long enough to glance in the direction it came 
from. She was stunned, though not so much by what was happening, but because 
it was so blatantly open. 

Valerie Boyd had both her long tapered legs spread wide, her dress up around 
her hips, and Ray's hand was moving rapidly as his long fingers sawed in and 
out of her naked vagina. Valerie, completely unconcerned with the people 
around her, was grinding her pelvis and buttocks off the large pillow in 
rhythm to the fingers fucking into her. Both she and Ray had their hot 
passion-glazed eyes locked on the lascivious film projected on the screen. 
Linda turned away, only now aware for the first time of the other couples in 
the surrounding darkness; though indistinct, it was apparent that they were 
all in lewd embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene film was 
affecting everyone, and a warning bell sounded in her brain as she realized 
that she, too was about to succumb to the lewd urges heatedly pulsating 
through her body. But then a sound pulled her spinning mind back to the 
film, away from all logical thought. 

Groaning like a wild animal, the girl reached out for the big dog's head 
and, kicking her legs back, she pulled his nose forward, down into her 
well-lubricated cuntal lips. The German Shepherd's giant tongue thrust up 
the moist passageway like an attacking snake, ravishing her upthrust loins 
without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and 
encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her wantonly writhing, fully 
rounded buttocks. He worked at her savagely, and the girl completely 
surrendered to the animal's relentless licking. 

The dog lifted his head from the moaning girl's loins to nose her over onto 
her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so 
mercilessly lapped at her moistly glistening pussy. She was enslaved by the 
huge beast panting over her, and she rolled over until her quivering young 
body was face down and spread-eagled on the bed. The dog lowered his head 
again, his sharp tongue slithering in the shadowy crevice between the 
half-moon cheeks of her wildly trembling buttocks. She twisted back toward 
him, reaching with her hands to spread the ivory globes and give full access 
to her tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, 
causing her to groan with an excitement that seemed to transcend the movie. 

Rick's young mother felt the aching hunger inside spreading from her abdomen 
all the way up to her passion-swollen breasts. Tom Harvey's hand against her 
naked tits both thrilled and frightened her, and she labored, gasping for 
breath. She squirmed harder against the pillow now shaped into her burning 
loins as its hard ridge pressed sensuously into the moistly heated lips of 
her vagina. She knew that she had to stop his caresses, to take his hand 
from beneath her dress, but she didn't have the strength to stop him. Her 
own hand would not obey her mind's commands: it lay limp and useless as she 
attempted to focus her eyes back to the screen. 

The German Shepherd was now pushing his massive head between the girl's 
pelvis and the mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's softly 
fleshed white buttocks into the air. What he wanted was obvious, and the 
girl obediently knelt, elevating her wide-spread buttocks, bending before 
the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to 
servile defeat, crushed her resistance with its vigorous and non-stop attack 
on her sensitive parts for interminable minutes. 

She was on all fours as the dog mounted the spread globes of her buttocks, 
his forelegs on her back. The wetly glistening, scarlet penis slipped from 
its huge furry sheath, dripping. The smoothly tapered point slipped and 
danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal lurched and jerked, trying to 
bury his penis's tapered tip and the thick shaft into her body. 

The camera moved in closer as the young girl sobbed and looked back, 
shifting her gently rounded buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening 
shaft. She was like a bitch in heat as she strove to grasp the long, 
dripping penis in her fiery little cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to 
find the momentarily relaxed anus, which it attempted to enter. With a loud 
moan, the girl tensed and evaded the hot slippery prod in fright, but the 
dog determinedly returned to the attack. He thrust blindly, the thin point 
sliding unsuccessfully beneath, along the moistly softened hair covered 
cuntal crevice to rub against her clitoris. The heated redness of his wildly 
jabbing penis contrasted with the fevered pink of the girl's 
passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft 
rubbed between them. The dog growled out of frustration, and the girl 
reached back, trying to guide him to the heatedly impatient opening of her 
pussy. She grasped the slippery penis, placing the point of it against her 
pinkly glistening slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider and 
wider apart. 

Suddenly his cock was in! The German Shepherd jerked forward rapidly to bury 
his huge penis deep up inside the deliriously squirming young girl's cunt. 
His scarlet shaft slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the 
hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her moist pubic hair. The girl cried a 
sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the 
urgent thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her narrow waist, 
she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in lewd circles, and 
abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from 
behind. The girl twisted her head to look back toward the camera, and it was 
clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in 
rapture from the screwing the dog was giving her, and her large, taut 
breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the 
skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless 
hot poker of glistening flesh, burying itself into her belly. 

Abruptly, Linda could feel the intolerable warmth of the room, the heat of 
the other couples compounding her own excitement, as beads of sweat formed 
on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body containing a 
raging fire that needed extinguishing. She bit down on her lip in an attempt 
to keep back a vocal groan of frustration, but Tom's hand worked with 
increased intensity over the hardened tip of her breast. 

She needed more of her drink, that would help her forget what she so 
desperately wanted to do. Valerie was squirming under the finger fucking Ray 
was giving her, so why not she? She could feel the heated wetness between 
her own thighs increasing, and she was sure Tom could feel the pounding of 
her heart through her breast. But her mind wouldn't permit decision or, for 
that matter, understanding of her needs. 

In the movie that seemed so real, the girl's body was swaying obscenely as 
she knelt before the German Shepherd. She had gone completely out of her 
mind, shouting lewd encouragement through clenched teeth to the dumb beast. 
She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, grinding her buttocks 
back as she pleaded for his hot animal sperm in her clasping little cunt. 
She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged 
flesh that begged to be fucked. She was reveling in humiliation by being 
used as a bitch by the big panting dog, and she ground her buttocks back 
against the hairy body like another animal. Tiny rivulets of moisture were 
building in the crevice of the girl's wildly rotating buttocks, and the 
camera moved in even closer to show the glistening drops running slowly down 
the girl's sleek inner thighs. 

Linda realized that Tom was becoming more restless, and she was sure that he 
noticed her wiggling her buttocks into the pillow beneath her. It was next 
to impossible to hide the frustration she felt, as her belly was like a 
raging and uncontrolled fire that burned with terrible insistence. His hand 
was kneading her breast more vigorously, and her nipples throbbed with 
guilty pleasure. She remembered Valerie, so close that Karen's mother might 
easily observe what Tom was doing with his hand, and for the first time in 
her memory, she didn't want her friend to think her a prude. Yet, knowing 
that she was being watched could destroy the feelings in her body, and she 
glanced back to be sure Valerie was busy with her own needs. The sight that 
filled her vision was far more erotic than anything Linda had seen on the 
motion picture screen. 

Valerie's head was bobbing up and down over Ray's loins, her lips clasped 
tightly in a wet oval around his long hard penis which stood up rigidly 
throbbing through the open zipper of his fly. His fingers were digging 
furiously in and out of her wetly clasping vagina, and Linda was again 
reminded of the scene she'd witnessed in the forest the previous night ... 
only now she was close enough to reach out her hands and touch them! 

Linda was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the 
lewdly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't expected, at 
least not right there in front of everyone else. What was to prevent 
everyone at the party from watching them? But then, they were all watching a 
film that seemed all too real, Linda remembered. And the sounds coming from 
next to her were like those in the film, wet sucking noises punctuated 
intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally depraved pleasure. She 
could hear other sounds coming now from around the room too, as other 
couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl in the movie, locked 
themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. Linda burrowed 
her head into Tom's shoulder in hopes that it would keep the sounds away, 
but it was useless. The images and sounds of sexual stimulation were 
everywhere, and she was nearly beyond the point of resisting it herself. 

Tom had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his 
shoulder, and she tensed as she felt his free hand working its way under 
buttocks. He was pressing toward her feverishly quivering vagina, there was 
little doubt about that, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own damp 
excitement on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder 
against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more insistently 
beneath her dress, her thought of pleasure and satisfaction rationalized 
away the danger. He couldn't, without forcing her, get beneath her dress, 
but the tingling excitement in her heatedly aroused young body tempted her 
to relax her tightly clenched thighs. His hand was pushing at the hem of her 
dress, pulling the material up from beneath, and she didn't want to say 
anything to stop him, excusing herself by believing she would be heard by 
everyone in the room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she 
could barely close her fingers around it, not to consider stopping him. She 
kept her eyes on the movie, and she reasoned that her hand's presence on his 
wrist was enough to soothe her conscience. And slowly, inch by inch, his 
hand worked her dress up, moving toward the wet crotch band of her panties. 
There was nothing she could do without creating a scene, she reasoned, so 
Linda resigned herself, almost with relief, to Tom's relentless probing of 
her secret most part. 

Linda squirmed as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing 
the folds of her dress moistly into her hungrily throbbing crevice from 
beneath. A gush of shame washed through her as the sudden waves of indecent 
pleasure overcame her desire to resist. His hand under her buttocks became 
bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probings, while his other 
hand was moving faster, his fingernail gently scratching her inner thigh, in 
a silent, urgent request to raise up slightly. She did, and without warning, 
her dress was lifted away from her buttocks, although it was not apparent 
from above. She gasped out loud as she realized there was no more dress 
between his hand and her buttocks. Now, Tom's hand boldly covered all of the 
wet band of her little white panties, snaking under the elastic leg band, 
and worming into the moist walls of her soft pussy. 

My God! I'm not only letting him do it ... I'm enjoying it! She wiggled 
against his probing finger, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound 
might escape her lips. Her whole torso silently quivered until her impaled 
young vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the 
lubricated softness of its tender walls. She knew she was shamelessly 
aroused, more than she had been the night before ... more than at anytime in 
her life. She could feel her warm moisture covering the open palm of his 
hand beneath her buttocks as his outstretched finger wetly slid in and out 
of her heatedly quivering loins. His finger moved in maddening circles 
inside her, expanding the tight little cuntal opening with each teasing 
rotation. The love- starved young mother was almost out of her mind with 
lust. She didn't think she could stand his caressing of her genitals another 
moment, and she was ready to crawl up the walls in order to quench the fire 
raging inside her contracting cunt. The sight of the girl in the movie being 
buffeted into the bed by the German Shepherd dog, combined with Tom Harvey's 
thick finger fucking without mercy into her own hopelessly aroused cunt, 
were just too much. 

The girl in the movie was twisting her head from side to side, her long hair 
churning on the mattress, when she suddenly stiffened and let out a low, 
throaty scream. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm, and she 
screwed her buttocks greedily back against the dog like a wanton bitch. The 
giant animal's tongue hung out as he frantically fucked into the waving 
buttocks from behind; and saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the sweat 
on her back. She screamed again and rammed back against the dog just as he 
jerked forward, and his cock began spitting his heated animal sperm in great 
bursts deep in her wetly clasping, contracting pussy. The girl's rounded 
little buttocks began to clench and unclench, signaling her own orgasm deep 
in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt which 
was squeezing the wildly ejaculating cock of the dog, and thin trails of the 
sticky white fluid ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her softly 
fleshed buttocks glistened in the finely focused image on the screen, 
displaying cum-matted pubic hairs and pink flesh as she pitched forward on 
her face, seemingly unconscious. 

The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled passageway 
with a sucking noise that echoed from the sound track. The girl was spread 
out on the bed, and the dog stood wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. 
In a final act of total depravity as the film image began fading out, the 
German Shepherd dropped his head to her wide-spread loins and licked at the 
white sticky liquid as it dripped from her still pulsating young cunt. Then 
as the screen image faded, the dog contentedly lay down between her open 
legs, his long nose nuzzled gently into the soft "V" of her ravished pelvis. 
There were numbers and the screen went white for a moment. 

Someone turned the projector off and started the music again, but Linda was 
hardly aware that it was finished. Her body had become a slave of Tom's 
pleasure-giving long finger fucking into her hotly quivering vagina, and the 
image of the girl's frantic climax still lingered in her mind. It had 
completely overwhelmed her as she, too, was wildly hungry for lust. She 
ignored the fact that Tom was shifting down beside her, his hand releasing 
her passion-swollen breast. Instead, she thought about her friend Valerie, 
and she looked back again, her senses dulled to any shock. 

Valerie was on her knees and lifting her dress up over her nakedly 
voluptuous hips, and Linda casually wondered just what her girlfriend was 
doing. Ray was lying flat on his back as Valerie straddled him, her knees 
placed on either side of his hips, and Linda saw his thick, eagerly 
throbbing penis standing straight up in the air. Valerie hovered over him, 
the full white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over his long hard 
cock, and she reached beneath her buttocks to tightly grasp his massive 
hardness and guide him into her. 

Linda trembled as she saw the bulbous purple head make contact with the 
moistly open flanges of the glistening cunt. Valerie moved the lust- swollen 
cock tip back and forth in her hair-lined slit several times, parting the 
wetly quivering pussy lips until the shaft was positioned against the gaping 
opening to her womb. Then, with a loud groan, Valerie ground her fleshy 
white buttocks down hard on the rigidly thick penis. 

Aroused by the sensual sight, Linda's eyes were wide as she watched Ray's 
long, blood-filled cock slide slowly up into the moistly clasping lips of 
her girl friend's cunt; and she heard the wet sluicing noise it made as it 
entered. Valerie rode down on the massively throbbing rod, taking it inside 
her belly until all Linda could see was the thick base of his cock 
protruding from the tight little cunt lips surrounding it. 

Linda reminded herself that this was real, not the film she'd been watching, 
and they were but a few feet away. It was even clearer than when she had 
seen Valerie and Ray and Don the night before. Now her girlfriend began a 
slow grinding up and down, her buttocks rising in the air above Ray until 
just the tip of his rock-hard cock was caught inside the warmly enclosing 
sheath of her pussy. Then, groaning loudly each time she made the movement, 
she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each 
long stroke. 

Again Linda felt the strangely faint quivering between her thighs, just as 
she had become excited the previous night, only this time things were vastly 
different. Now she, too, was with a man, and instead of experiencing 
revulsion and fear, she was finding that she couldn't deny herself the 
fulfillment she so desperately needed. 

She looked away from Valerie and Ray, shifting her gaze back to Tom, and she 
was glad that he had moved down along her trembling body, his hands pulling 
at her flimsy little white nylon panties. She closed her eyes, looking 
within herself for the reasons to resist her overwhelmingly powerful urges, 
but all she could do was to listen in on the soft moans and wet sucking 
noises of intercourse going on all over the darkened room. And the sounds 
served to magnify the obscene images that filled her mind. 

Moving as though guided by an outside force, Linda raised her gently 
trembling young buttocks from the pillow as Tom pulled her panties down over 
her long legs. A moment later, her panties were gone. He pushed her legs 
back, jack-knifing them so that the naked plain of her vagina was completely 
open to his gaze. She didn't make any move to stop him as he bunched her 
dress up around her waist, out of the way, but she somehow felt less of her 
nakedness because of it. She knew that she was open and clearly visible to 
many of the others in the room, but she also knew that they were far too 
busy to pay any attention to her and Tom. And at that moment she didn't 
think she'd care who was watching her anyway. 

Her body was like a prison to a violent stream of emotions, and all that 
mattered was to have them all released, to burst out of her in the ultimate 
pleasure. Feeling the wet warmth of soft lips making contact with her lower 
belly, Linda opened her eyes to see the top of Tom's head as his tongue was 
slowly teasing down over her pubic mound. Immediately she was reminded of 
Ray's licking of Valerie's cunt, and in spite of the upheaval in her belly, 
she thought she should stop Tom from going any further. 

"Nooooo!" she half moaned, half whispered. She didn't want anyone but Tom to 
hear her plea for mercy, so there was no insistence or volume in her voice, 
and he appeared not to hear her. She tried to clench her wildly trembling 
thighs together, expecting that such an action would cause him to quit his 
humiliating assault on her body. 

Feeling the tenseness of her thighs, Tom merely locked his arms between 
them, and his strength was all that was necessary to hold her in an open 
position. Then, moving quickly, he dropped his lips to her damp loins, 
spreading the soft blonde pubic hairs with his thumbs and flicking his 
tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering slit of her tight little cunt. 

Linda tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact of his hotly 
quivering tongue with the quaking bud of her clitoris, but she was held down 
against the pillow. Her legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms 
pressing against the soft insides of her firm thighs. It was hopeless to 
struggle, and she stared helplessly down between her proud breasts, seeing 
him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey making ready to devour its 
victim. The warmly pink flesh of her heated vagina was presented up to his 
leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the pillow, her 
shame and humiliation complete as she saw his extended tongue, a stranger's 
tongue, slowly and maddeningly circling around the edges of her wide-splayed 
vaginal lips. She was ashamed of her body's betrayal of her mind, and she 
thought to keep from losing complete control, all the time loving the wildly 
erotic sensations that poured over her nerves. 

Raising his head for a moment, Tom looked hungrily down at the narrow wetly 
curving slit, the ragged pink flanges of pussy flesh open to his gaze. He 
didn't seem the same man Linda had met so few minutes earlier, as he stared 
greedily, savoring his prize. Then, with an animal-like groan, he dropped 
his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the 
warmly throbbing walls of her cunt. 

Linda choked back a soul-baring moan attempting to escape from deep in her 
throat. Her buttocks sank down into the pillow as she tried desperately to 
resist the maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper 
before his depraved attack and, raising her head up, stare in horrified 
disbelief as she was actually letting a virtual stranger greedily feast 
between her legs below. It couldn't be true, she told herself over and over 
as she flailed her head from side to side as his tongue began heatedly 
spearing in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her love-starved 
cunt. The sensations of forbidden pleasure began to ripple and churn deep 
down in her quivering belly and although her arms lay tensed at her sides, 
the young mother began a slow, sensuous undulation of her body. She was 
becoming an object to be played with in any way Tom desired, and the thought 
again made her try and stop the demanding throbs in her belly. He was 
defiling her as she never before believed possible; humiliating her in this 
public orgy beyond her wildest imagination ... and there was nothing she 
could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation without so much as a 
scream of protest. She knew there was no one to help her now, but most 
horrible of all ... she was beyond helping herself. What she was feeling was 
too exquisite, too wonderfully wicked ... too good! 

Linda was reminded of the girl in the film, the way she twisted seductively 
on the bed when the dog licked at her cringing pussy. It was the same for 
her, as she couldn't stop the delicious sensations that Tom's probing tongue 
brought her, and it's wet length seemed to stretch up into the furthermost 
reaches of her cuntal passage, teasing the heatedly seeping walls of her 
womb like a wonderful weapon of lust. She had never been so aroused in her 
life, and in the back of her mind she was remembering the time she was 
sixteen, when she had been raped by the sailor. She wondered if she was 
entitled to the pleasure she was having. She had enjoyed it once in the 
past, it was true, but her feelings of guilt had prevented her from ever 
experiencing it again. My God, it's been sixteen years, why have I feared 
such wonderful pleasure for so many years? 

Fully aware of the declining resistance from Linda, Tom forced her legs back 
even further, nakedly exposing the whole of her heated loins to his assault. 
Driving his tongue in quick stabbing motions up the warmly clasping passage, 
he worked with greater speed to bring her to total submission. He had been 
skeptical when Valerie Boyd phoned earlier, telling him about Linda, but now 
that he was tasting her wild young pussy and experiencing her wantonness, he 
was glad to be the one chosen to loosen her up. She had the potential of a 
fantastic fuck, and he was determined to bring it out of her. 

A low, quiet groan of hunger and submission seemed to bubble from deep in 
her chest; that was what Tom was waiting to hear, and lifting his tongue 
from her tortured young cunt, he grinned with self-assurance. She was almost 
there, he was certain, but as if to put the final seal on her subjugation, 
he flicked his tongue into the tightly puckered little hole of her anus, 
nestled neatly just below the moist vaginal opening. 

Feeling the wet, searing assault on her tiny anus, Linda moaned loudly and 
clenched her eyes shut. Her lips were tightly bared back over her teeth from 
the torturing sensation his wetly licking tongue sent racing through her 
body. Tiny goose-bumps ran across her tautly rippling belly and all the way 
up to her rapidly heaving breasts as a further moist stab struck out at the 
tight fleshy little anal ring. She was helpless before his depraved attack, 
and her body began to finally desert her. Her buttocks jerked back 
involuntarily at the darting tongue that sent uncontrolled spasms of 
delicious pleasure coursing through her raw nerves. 

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" Linda groaned loudly again as the cruel realization of her 
total submission hit her with its full impact. She fought with her mind for 
control that wouldn't come, as the tiny licking sparks began to burst into 
uncontrollable flames, devouring her in final helplessness. Her shamelessly 
aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned 
movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his 
hair and pulled his face hard against her quivering love-starved loins. All 
that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her 
flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire. 

She was completely his, Tom was certain of that, and dipping his tongue into 
her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to his belt to lower 
his pants. His cock was aching from the confinement, and he worked quickly, 
taking his underpants down in the same motion. His throbbingly erect penis 
sprung out from his bushy groin, the freedom making his blood flow faster in 
the long hardness. He could imagine how her tightly squeezing little cunt 
would feel locked around his cock, as it had even felt tight around his 
tongue, and he was determined to make this fuck one she would never forget 
for the rest of her life. 

Raising his face up from her saliva soaked loins, he grabbed her legs with 
both hands, and twisting cruelly, rolled her onto her stomach. Linda was so 
caught up in the tongue lashing of her private parts, she didn't resist or 
protest her being forced into such a debasing position. Instead she was 
immediately reminded of the girl in the film being fucked by the German 
Shepherd. She didn't fight when he pulled her hips up, bringing her into the 
kneeling position so that her round, white buttocks were lewdly open to 
anything he might desire. Her face was pressed into the pillow, but she 
twisted her head to one side and saw the sensual fucking of Ray and Valerie 
a few feet from her face. 

Valerie was grinding her buttocks up and down in such wild abandon that 
Linda was sure she was nearing a climax, and the excitement of witnessing 
such an act made her own wanton needs even more demanding than before. At 
that moment, Tom bent down behind her and flicked his tongue once again at 
her wetly puckered anus. 

"Ooohhh, God!" she moaned loudly as the tantalizing licking invaded her 
inner thighs, teasing at her like some demon of flesh. She quivered back 
against it, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and around 
to feel its extraordinary rape of her helplessly exposed loins. There was 
nothing in the world like this wonderful tongue fucking she was getting! She 
had never known it before, it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the 
whole of her being, and there was nothing else in the entire universe now 
but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog 
in the movie ran through her mind, thoughts of his great slobbering tongue 
slithering over the defenseless genitals of the nakedly squirming, moaning 
girl. She knew what it was like now, and wildly she reveled in its lewdly 
tingling joy until she thought suddenly her entire body was to explode into 
a thousand pieces. 

Tom stopped, timing his moment, and he ran his tongue wetly up the crevice 
between her half-moon cheeks, over her back until his progress was halted by 
the gathered material around her narrow waist. He crawled up between her 
wide-spread thighs, pinning them apart with his knees, and he jammed his 
massively throbbing penis forward, thrusting against the moist softness of 
her feverishly quivering pussy. 

For a fleeting second Linda felt fear when the blunt head pushed against her 
naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was sure 
it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost frantic in his efforts to 
find the opening to her innermost being, and her fear was momentarily 
conquered by the fire raging deep inside her belly and the lewdly exciting 
sight of Valerie and Ray. Valerie was grinding her buttocks down on his 
glistening shaft with wild abandon, the great pole of flesh rapidly 
disappearing and reappearing as she frantically bounced up and down over his 
groin. Linda wanted a cock fucking into her belly, too, and she wantonly 
arched her naked buttocks up in the air to give herself up to his probing 
demands. 

"Put it in ... Put it in!" Tom panted. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, but she reached back between her legs, 
wrapping her little hand around the thick hot cock in spite of her fear of 
its size. She could feel the blood pounding rapidly through the long, fleshy 
penis, and fear again welled as she perceived the true enormity of his giant 
manhood. 

"Do it ... Dammit, put it in now!" he commanded again, and he dug his 
fingers into the flesh of her inner thighs, pulling them wider apart. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" she groaned from the pain of her flesh being squeezed, and in 
desperation she guided the hard, massive throbbing shaft into the 
passion-drenched hole of her eager little cunt. She moved the thick head 
back and forth to part her warmly moistened vaginal lips, and when his cock 
impatiently pushed against her lust hardened clitoris, she felt a thrilling 
shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the fleshy head 
back slowly, she savored the impression; it was the last excitement she 
expected to feel before his thick cock split her inexperienced pussy in 
half. 

Feeling the heat of her softly quivering flesh against his aching cock, Tom 
thought he might lose his load right then, even before he had a chance to 
get it into her. Shoving his hips forward, he pressed his huge, lust-swollen 
cock's head into the moistly tight little passage ... and, slowly, it sank 
into the cringing warmth of her femaledom. 

"Oooohhhh!" Linda groaned for mercy and pressed her face into the pillow in 
an attempt to stifle the volume of her cry. She attempted to lurch away from 
the cruel thrust, but he held her hips tightly with both hands, preventing 
any escape from the painful entry. 

Pushing again, Tom Harvey drove the throbbing length of his massive penis 
another inch inside her tightly palpitating opening, noting as he did so 
that the tiniest move elicited a moan of protest from deep in her throat. He 
slowly continued the brutal impalement of her helplessly shaking young body, 
his hotly throbbing cock anxious to be totally ensheathed in the velvety 
warm walls of her cunt. Inch by inch he drove his way into her, slowly 
filling her heatedly quivering passage with the massive hardness of his 
jerking penis. The crevice of her buttocks closed tightly as the muscles in 
her passage resisted the steady penetration, but the warmly flowering lips 
of her pussy were sexually moistened to receive him. It was as though her 
vagina was willingly swallowing him up inside, and his cock swelled even 
larger in the tightness of her involuntarily clasping tunnel of lust. 

Linda felt as if she was being stretched to the bursting point, and she 
could clearly feel every wrinkle and ridge of his monstrous, blood- pounding 
penis through the sensitized walls of her inflamed vagina. His relentless 
penetration seemed to go on and on, then still for a moment. She was sure he 
was all the way in - as far as he could go! After a second he flexed his 
long, hard cock, and then without any warning, lurched another four inches 
up into her searing belly. 

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" The presence of other people in the room was no longer 
occupying her thoughts as she shrieked more from surprise than pain. She now 
realized that her tight vagina was completely filled with his massive cock, 
and it was even more surprising that she was rapidly adjusting to it. Her 
initial shout changed rapidly to cries of burning need as she felt the 
bushiness of his pubic hair pressing tantalizingly against her wide-spread 
inner thighs and his heavy scrotum brushing sensually against her upturned 
ass cheeks. Then Tom, with a loud groan of delight, drove even further into 
her depths, his balls swinging forward this time to slap noisily up between 
her tensed thighs. The painfully stretched young mother was stunned by the 
blunt head of his heatedly pulsating penis as it pressed into her cervix, 
she having taken more cock into her belly than she thought humanly possible. 

"Oooohhhhhhh!" Her moan of pleasure-pain was a long-awaited signal for Tom, 
and he immediately backed his shaft out of the wet, fleshy tunnel, drawing 
it out until only the very tip remained inside. He held it there for a 
moment, waiting for the subserviently kneeling woman to wiggle her buttocks 
back for it, and when she did, he drove down into her depths again. This 
time his penetration was smooth and quick; the thick, rubbery head of his 
cock easily parted the tightly grasping walls of her cunt, as it plowed up 
into her belly until his groin was once again pressing hard against her 
up-turned buttocks. She whimpered a cry half of pleasure, half of pain, but 
at that point he was only concerned with fucking her for all she was worth. 

Tom began sawing in and out, taking long, hard strokes that pounded deep 
inside her tightly quivering cunt, striking her cervix again and again. He 
stared down at her kneeling, bent- over form, her firm white buttocks 
wantonly wiggling back to his driving rhythm, her smooth back sloping down 
to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. The sight of her 
voluptuously sensual body bent to his will made his balls stir with boiling 
passion, and they begged him to fuck her quickly so to release the 
intolerable pressure of his heated sperm. 

"Uunngghhh ... Uunnggghhhh ... Uuuggghhh!" She chanted into the pillow in 
time to his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his large powerfully 
pulsating cock as it slid smoothly down her warmly clasping passage to hit 
bottom. And then, like a bouncing ball, suddenly it would return to the 
beginning of her hungry cuntal mouth. She fucked back, raising her young 
buttocks up to each of his downward strokes, eagerly spreading her thighs 
wider apart to take him as deep as possible. There was nothing left but the 
pleasure giving cock in her fiery cunt, pulsating in there with abandon. 
There was no longer any morals or shame, no longer fear of men, but instead 
there was the ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked well ... and of 
fucking well in return. 

"Oooohhhh, God! Fuck me, oohh ... fuck me ..." Linda screeched as her sexual 
frenzy took complete control of her thoughts. Her eyes now were glazed over 
with an implacable lust, and as she stared at the entwined and fucking 
bodies next to her, their driving frenzy only added to the lewdly sensual 
pleasure of her own fucking. Ray's cock was glistening with a white shining 
liquid that was continually smoothed over by the tight flanges of Valerie's 
pink little cunt as she rode up and down on the fleshy pole. Valerie's head 
was thrown back, and she wailed as her orgasm consumed her very being. 

"Oooohhhh ... Fuck me ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, echoing 
Linda's earlier obscenity. Valerie's writhing, screaming climax seemed to 
make Tom Harvey's long hard cock grow even bigger, and Linda arched her 
wantonly writhing buttocks up to take him deep inside her quaking belly. She 
was experiencing a passion she never before realized possible, and it 
overpowered her completely. She was witnessing an erotic sexual climax while 
at the same moment being fucked into a glorious insensibility. Not even in 
her imagination had it been so good! 

Each downward stroke of Tom's hotly sizzling penis was like a thousand 
different singular pleasures to the kneeling Linda and his sperm-filled 
balls slapped hard and noisily up between her thighs, swinging forward to 
stroke her lust hardened clitoris again and again, as he fucked into her dog 
fashion. There was never such pleasure, sure pure luxuriousness of sensual 
delight, and she loved it ... LOVED IT! 

Her voluptuous young body was tingling from head to toe, and she now felt 
confined and restricted by her clothes - wanting to be free of them. She 
reached back to loosen the top of her dress, and twisting erotically all the 
while, she pulled the material up over her head, throwing it away like 
useless junk. She did the same with her brassiere, letting her heavy breasts 
dance and flutter from the impact of Tom's hard driving cock. And the moment 
she was finally naked, she felt his hands moving down over her back, 
reaching under her breasts to squeeze them and tweak the nipples between his 
fingers. She was all consumed by the sheer lewdness of her compromised 
position, and she rolled forward on her forehead to look back beneath her 
nakedly writhing body to see her hotly quivering cunt being violated by the 
hardness of his jerking penis. His long cock pulled out until only the very 
tip of him remained inside her body, then it would smoothly drive back down, 
the hair-lined lips of her cunt eagerly clasping it until the white shaft of 
flesh completely filled her warm, hungry passage. His pubic hair was pushing 
into the crevice of her buttocks with each hard thrust of his groin, and she 
felt a tingling that reminded her of the dog licking at the girl's anus in 
the movie. 

Running his hands from her ripely dangling breasts, over her quivering belly 
to her tensed thighs, Tom sensed building spasms growing within the kneeling 
girl. He held Linda tightly, pulling her buttocks to his hammering groin, 
and then pushing her away again as he fucked rhythmically into her hot 
little cunt. He wanted to make her scream from the pounding of his rigidly 
pistoning cock, to make her beg him to pump his hot sticky cum deep inside 
her belly until he was completely dry. Her eagerly quivering pussy was alive 
with passion, warmly clasping around his throbbing penis, the slick walls 
squeezing every part of his cock like a heated, massaging wave of fire. She 
was wonderfully tight, and he fought off the growing sensation in the head 
of his thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had screamed out her 
own orgasm. 

"Oooohhh ... Aaaaaggghhh ... Oooohhhh!" she moaned as his long hard penis 
drove up her flaming passage unmercifully. Linda gasped for breath as her 
face was pushed again and again into the softness of the pillow beneath her 
by his terrible lunging force. The hardened nipples on the tips of her large 
breasts brushed thrillingly across the slick fabric of the pillow, adding to 
the sizzling excitation already pouring through her passion filled body. 

With eyes fixed on the smoothly rounded globes of her buttocks, Tom suddenly 
released his grip on her hips to dig his fingers into the narrow dividing 
crevice; he spread the twin cheeks wide apart, exposing the brownish-pink 
hole of her puckered anus to his view. It seemed to be gasping and sucking 
at his groin as he rammed hard against it. He eased back a little, placing 
his outstretched middle finger against the puckered opening, and then he 
twisted his hand, working his long finger into the tight, rubbery flesh. 

"Uuuggghhhh!" she snorted, "Yes ... Yes! Use your finger in my asshole!" She 
raised her buttocks up to the worming finger, trying to screw it down inside 
her hot rectal passage. Her tightly restricting anus popped open to let the 
digit enter, and initially she felt nothing but pain, though still she 
masochistically urged him on. He accommodated her lust by shoving his finger 
deep into her rectum, and as she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, 
she eagerly angled for more. 

"Oooohhh. Yes yes yes!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, 
twisting finger to the hilt, shoving back against it while at the same time 
absorbing more of his hard, jerking cock deep inside her wildly pulsating 
cunt. He plunged his finger down hard in the hot rubbery passage until he 
could shove it no further, and she groaned out her ecstasy of pleasure-pain. 

"Uuuugghhh!! ... Oooohhhhh!" 

Worming his finger around the depths of her tightly grasping rectum, he 
could feel, through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, 
his own skewering cock as it slammed repeatedly in and out of her cuntal 
cavern. She writhed abandonedly, lunging and driving her buttocks back 
against the two impaling instruments, her tortured backside now a seething 
cauldron of sexual excitement. The slamming forces wracked her body into 
contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the growing, churning heat build deep 
within her belly. She was going to cum! 

"Ooooh, God! Ooooohhhhh!" 

The kneeling woman's gasps were a signal to Tom, and he felt the walls of 
her slickly quivering cunt begin to seep with the warmth of her impending 
orgasm. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger 
as deep as possible into the tightly clasping twin passages, working 
furiously as she gyrated toward rapturous heights. Linda screwed her loins 
back against his hammering cock and finger like a wanton bitch in heat, and 
she jerked and jumped in complete abandonment up and down on the now 
battered pillow. 

"Oooohh, God! ... I'm ... God ... Going to ... Now! I'mmm 
ccccuummmiinnnnggggg!" 

Her kneeling, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual now, her hotly 
quivering cunt sucking feverishly on his pistoning cock, while even her anus 
expanded and clenched his finger to the palm of his hand. She was wilder 
than any woman he'd ever had, and he fucked into her with the growing 
satisfaction of her powerful climax. 

Linda pushed her lewdly writhing buttocks back hard against his groin as she 
felt the overwhelming joy of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep 
within her heated womb. The hard, jerking cock in her contracting cunt 
seemed to grow larger still, and she bucked back against it, thrilling in 
her first orgasm brought by a male ... a climax that released the sexual 
energies dammed up inside her for almost twenty years. Hotly perfumed 
lubricant oozed out her clasping and squeezing cunt as her belly rippled and 
jerked again and again with mind-blowing pleasure. 

And Tom Harvey could hold back no longer. 

His hot, sticky white sperm exploded from his balls in great surging waves, 
and as it traveled up the route of his long hard cock, he felt a frenzy of 
extraordinary sensation. He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own 
climax as the first quick burst of hotly heavy cum shot from the 
lust-swollen tip of his deeply buried cock. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Linda screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her 
flooded cunt like a series of stabbing fiery explosions. The impact was more 
powerfully erotic than anything she had yet felt, and she bucked back 
insanely against the spewing penis as her own orgasm deepened and expanded. 
His hot cum fired again and again, filling her belly to the bursting point, 
and the slickly heated walls of her cunt were clasping and unclasping around 
the rigid staff, milking it of all the fluid it contained. 

Their mutual climax seemed to last forever as they rammed and bounced over 
the pillow together, Linda's scream of joy echoing crazily, wildly around 
the darkened room. Her heels kicked up, as if she was spurring him on for 
more, but finally his deflating penis pulled noisily from her cum-filled 
cunt while his finger popped from her clasping anus. She fell forward onto 
her stomach, then rolled over onto her back, her head swimming from her 
sexual awakening. It was as if her body had finally been freed from its long 
bondage, her self-imposed, almost masochistic, chastity now a thing of the 
past to be forgotten. 

Her true character was bared: she was a sexual animal, and a complete woman! 
Looking around through the narrow, hazy slits of her lust-dazed eyes, she 
saw that other people were naked, some fucking, some moving around the room. 
One of them, holding a long, fully erect penis, was moving toward her. It 
was Ray, and his cock was still wet with his and Valerie's orgasm. 

"I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, baby!" Ray said casually. "I 
want you to suck me ... Do you hear?" 

Linda stared at his throbbing, cum-slickened cock as he knelt down beside 
her. Try as she might, she was unable to feel the disgust she would have 
felt an hour before. Only for a moment did she hesitate, torn between the 
hot desire that still scorched her awakened body and the quick twinge of 
shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. But 
nothing else mattered now except the uncontrolled and raging lust in her 
pulsating belly. And, after all, it would bring him pleasure. 

She did as he asked, closing her wetly ovalled young mouth around the 
slickly jerking penis, licking the warm, pungent juices of his and Valerie's 
orgasm that still clung to it. She sucked on it, taking it deep in her 
virgin throat, feeling a new and different excitement from her sexual 
arousal as she felt it heatedly throbbing against the roof of her mouth. It 
was good, better than she would ever have believed. And she wanted him to 
cum in her throat; to drink down his life-giving sperm into her lusting 
belly, and have its magic fire ignite further encouragement of lewd and 
debasing acts. She was ready for anything now, and as she sucked in and 
gulped down the spewing liquid that filled her mouth, she was wondering what 
would be next. Had she been aware of what lay ahead, she might have been 
sickened, but a wanton sexual hunger had taken over her mind and body, and 
she truly was ready for anything. 

Chapter 7 

Ray fell back on the pillow, momentarily exhausted from all the sexual 
activity, but he stared in awe at the blonde woman, Linda, as she licked the 
last drops of semen from his deflating cock. Quite a transformation had 
taken place, as she wasn't at all like the woman Valerie had described when 
calling that afternoon. Valerie knew how to pick them all right. The sexual 
potential had been there, and they had all succeeded in bringing it out. 
Linda was wild and wanton and wonderfully sexy. And the way she had just so 
eagerly sucked his cock, made him know that he'd want her again. Without 
question, she would be more than willing. 

The taste of hot sperm in her mouth was like an appetizer, and when Ray's 
limp cock pulled from her mouth, Linda felt even hungrier than before. The 
pulsating sensations in her belly were becoming more demanding by the 
second, and she raised up, looking around the darkened room. There seemed to 
be fewer people, but from what she could make out, most - if not all - were 
engaged in sexual activities. 

No longer self-conscious, she stood up and walked toward the bar, leaving 
her clothes in a heap by the pillow. Everyone else was naked and, anyway, 
after what she had done in front of others, her nudity was hardly shameful. 
There was no shame or shyness left, or so she thought, and she did what 
would have been unthinkable an hour earlier. She brazenly walked up to the 
only fully dressed person in the place, Jason, and asked for another of his 
"special" drinks. 

The lulling, stimulating effects of the concoction came on quickly, and she 
decided to explore a little, seeking what might be a pleasant situation. Tom 
Harvey was not in the big room, and neither was Valerie. Linda guessed there 
had to be other rooms where similar activities were in progress, and she 
started out looking for them. To leave the long downstairs room she had to 
step over couples laying on the floor, but she only glanced at them, as none 
were at the moment ready to offer her anything. She was looking for somebody 
interesting and unengaged, possibly like Tom Harvey, her host. 

There wasn't time nor the desire to think about what was happening to her, 
though in the back of her mind she thought she might feel differently in the 
light of day. But then, she was feeling that the party was just getting 
started, and she walked nakedly through the living room and in the direction 
of a hallway she had seen from the front door. When she reached it she heard 
sounds coming from a room down the hall, and since the door was open, she 
just walked on inside. The walls of the room were multicolored, the ceiling 
mirrored with tiny pin-points of light like stars imbedded in it, but Linda 
saw none of those details. What she did see made her gasp in surprise. 

The entire floor of the room, perhaps twenty by twenty, was made up of a 
mattress-like covering, and on one part of it was Don, the man she had seen 
last night with Valerie; he was in the process of fucking someone dog-style. 
The attractive young redhead he was fucking was wiggling her ass back 
against his lunging cock, but what made the perverted picture even more 
enticing, the girl at the same time was licking Valerie's wide-splayed cunt. 
Valerie was on her back in front of the girl, her legs drawn up so that her 
wetly glistening cunt was completely open to the tongue lashing. What really 
stunned Linda though, was the fact that the girl in the middle, the one 
being fucked and in turn licking pussy, was Valerie's daughter Karen! 

Linda felt a cold shudder run up her spine as the realization came clear in 
her lust-fogged brain. If that was Karen, then where was ...? 

Before words could totally form in her head, Linda had the answer to her 
question. She sensed it without seeing that someone had entered the room 
behind her. Her whole naked body tingled with hyper-charged awareness, 
feeling eyes examining her buttocks, scanning over her body from head to 
toe, and she knew the terrible truth without turning around. It was Rick ... 
It had to be Rick! 

Linda held her breath as she slowly turned, and not three feet away, her 
worst fears were confirmed. Rick, her own son, was standing there in the 
doorway, his young, muscular body also naked, and his virile, eagerly 
pulsating cock standing erect from his groin. He was staring at her, then 
over toward Karen, unbelieving, though his aroused state unquestionable. 

"Mom ... I ... I didn't know she was bringing ... Not here! Honest ... I 
..." 

His eyes were scanning her nakedness, uncontrollably, and Linda felt them, 
knowing what he had to be thinking. She wanted him to be enraged at finding 
Karen in such a position, wanted him to run to Don and Valerie and pull them 
away from his girl. But it was only too apparent that he was aware of what 
was going on between them, and in fact that he was likely on his way to 
joining them all. If only he would run at them ... Then I wouldn't feel what 
I'm feeling ... Such horrible thoughts ... Not that ... No I mustn't! 

When he had seen Valerie there, Rick thought his mother had declined her 
dinner invitation and that Valerie had come to the party alone. It was in 
full swing when he and Karen arrived, and finding Valerie Boyd naked and 
ripe for fucking, he hoped to get some of her. He was ready, so ready for 
it! But now, here before him was his mother, naked, aroused, and far more 
sensually beautiful than any of the other females he had seen. He had to 
explain, anything to control his body; he wanted to tell her that he hadn't 
been a part of Valerie's and Karen's plans ... that he didn't know Valerie 
would bring her there ... He was incapable of coherent speech, however, 
because of the way he felt about his own mother! 

"Mom ... Please ... I must tell you ..." 

"Rick, darling!" Linda cut him off, trying desperately to still the raging 
fires of passion in her heatedly aroused body. Was he ashamed of her? He 
couldn't be, no, not ashamed! She was a woman, alive of flesh and blood, and 
she was hungry and in need of sexual fulfillment. He could see that, she was 
certain, for his hard wildly throbbing young cock lurched even larger as his 
eyes stared lustily at her pubic mound. And she couldn't stop herself from 
holding her arms out to him, beckoning him to her protective fold. 

Her body was soft, warm, loving. Her softly firm breasts burned holes in his 
chest, and her thighs, sleek and vibrant, squeezed his painfully aching cock 
between them. Oh, God, he had to have her! Heated, moist, her wispy pubic 
hairs brushed seductively over his erect penis, "Mom ... God, Mom! I-I want 
you! I want to fuck you!" And he did want her - wanted to fuck her more than 
any woman or girl he had ever known. 

His words sizzled in her brain like answers to the demanding tongues of fire 
licking at her body. She wanted him too, she could not deny it. And she felt 
powerless, unmercifully helpless to resist the terrible truth. She had 
watched him fucking Karen and had really told herself at that moment that 
she could give him more! She wanted to have her son's rigid cock fucking 
into her. Yes, oh yes yes yes! It throbbed with life, his flesh and blood 
from her, between her thighs, so very close to where he came from. Was it 
wrong? Was what she wanted so desperately wrong? Didn't she feel more like a 
woman than ever before in her life? Ooohhh, yes dear God! Yessssss! "Rick, 
darling, son! Ohhh, darling baby ..." 

Powerless to stop the terrible heat of their passion, they knelt nakedly 
together, face to face on the soft floor, and her hand lovingly stroked his 
throbbing manliness; his hand slowly moved up her tender and soft inner 
thighs to her warmly palpitating pussy. 

"You're ... So ... Good ... Mom?" His fingers found the curving slit of her 
heatedly moist vagina, and he brushed the tips across the tiny hardened bud 
of her clitoris. 

"Ohh, yesssss ... My darling ... Ooohhh, yesssss!" She was going to burst 
from the pressure in her belly as she felt his fingers probing into the 
wetly quivering opening to her cunt. His face was pressed into the softness 
of her breasts, and his hot young mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending 
electric bolts of pleasure coursing through her trembling body. There 
couldn't be any waiting, no time for second thoughts. All that mattered was 
having each other, their bodies joined together for the ultimate physical 
pleasure they could give and receive. The others in the room didn't matter 
compared to mother and son's overwhelming needs. Their movements flowing as 
one, Rick lay on his back while his mother hovered above him, her thighs 
wide apart and kneeling on either side of his squirming hips. His 
lust-swollen, wildly jerking penis was pointing straight up toward her 
moistly splayed cunt, and she held his long hard cock tightly in her hand, 
moving the blunt purple head back and forth to part the hair-lined slit of 
her hungry cunt. 

"Ohh, Mom, now! Got to fuck you now!" he moaned, and he thrust his hips off 
the bed, trying to drive his blood-filled, desire-hardened cock into the 
slick wetly pulsing lips of his mother's vagina. 

"Oooohh, darling! Now, yes, NOW!" she answered, and she reached down with 
her hand to part the lips of her quivering cunt, clearing the way for his 
entrance. She hesitated for only an instant, one short moment before she 
plunged down on her son's massive thickness. And it pressed up into her, 
expanding the tight, resisting orifice until she thought it would tear. 
Buffeted by pain, she still felt a sense of pride that Rick, her son, was a 
bigger man - penis-wise - than any other male she had seen at the party. 

"Oooohh, God! Aaaaagghhhhhh!" Linda screamed as the huge lusting cock 
lurched just inside her tight passage. Trembling uncontrollably, she slowly 
lowered herself over him, wanting him deep, wanting all of him in her belly. 

Rick raised his head up to watch his long hard cock slowly sinking up into 
his mother's pinkly clasping cuntal mouth. And it felt good, and right, and 
powerful! The tight, wet walls sucked him up inside her warm channel, 
covering his lust-swollen penis inch by wonderful inch. Warm and wet and 
pulsating hungrily, the sensation of his entrance made his young body a 
raging river of boiling excitement. He couldn't hold back. Not for another 
second! He had to fuck her - now! And he lurched his hips off the mattress 
floor, thrusting the whole hard length of his massively throbbing cock into 
her fiery depths. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed louder, feeling every wrinkle of his fleshy 
thick penis as it filled her to the base of her belly. She had no idea he 
would be so big, so wonderful; and she ground her loins down over his hairy 
pelvis, feeling all of his hot length inside her grateful cunt. She wanted 
to be fucked, more than ever, fucked good by her wonderful son. 

Through half-open eyes, Valerie had watched the confrontation between Linda 
and her son with great interest. Her plan had succeeded in bringing out 
Linda's true nature, almost too well! Yet the incestuous contact between 
mother and son was fine with her, as it tied all the loose ends together. It 
was pleasure in its most beautiful form, and she knew it by experience. She 
wanted to fuck young Rick too, but she was glad to wait her turn, to wait 
until Rick and his mother had finished sharing each other. Valerie's eyes 
rolled up then as her daughter's tongue was slicing insistently up between 
her legs, but before the pleasures in her own body completely took control, 
she did see the other person entering the room. And she knew instinctively 
that Linda was due for even more than she had bargained for. 

Tom Harvey was not aware of the relationship between Linda and Rick, but 
even if he had it would have made no difference. He was looking for Linda, 
and finding her in the process of fucking another, mattered little too. He 
could wait, or better yet, join them. 

"Ooohh, yeses, Rick darling! Fuck me hard, oh, hard!" 

The shamelessly aroused young mother was bouncing up and down as she knelt 
over the boy, her legs out wide, tensed, as she took him deep in her wetly 
clasping cunt: and Rick was fondling her breasts, one in each hand, as he 
raised and lowered his hips rhythmically fucking her back. Tom moved closer 
and around behind Linda, his eyes staring at the white half-moon ass-cheeks, 
clenching and unclenching as she stroked up and down on the fleshy young 
penis. Intermittently he could see the tiny hole of her puckered anus, just 
above the sawing cock in her glistening cunt, and he wanted to fuck her 
there. 

Her asshole is still virgin, he thought excitedly and he would be glad to 
put the final touches on the deflowering of Linda Hall. 

"Lean forward, Linda dear! I'm going to fuck your asshole!" Tom announced 
bluntly. 

The long, rhythmically stroking cock in her wetly heated vagina was all that 
Linda thought about at first, as she felt her passion and spirit unbounded, 
freed beyond her wildest dreams. But when she realized Tom Harvey was 
present, her mind became filled with other thoughts too. She was doing 
something unnatural, even though she loved it, and she knew that she had to 
answer to herself for the terrible desire in her soul. And when Tom spoke, 
making what he wanted to do to her perfectly clear, in her lust deranged 
mind it seemed the perfect answer. She had watched Valerie become like an 
animal as Ray fucked her in the rectum, and now, Linda too felt she would 
like to try something like that. Yet it was different, as she was at the 
same time being fucked in her lust-hungry cunt! It would be hell, a terrible 
punishment and final absolution for her sins. 

"Yessss, Tom ..." Linda gasped as she took her son's cock deep in her belly 
and leaned forward, "Fuck my asshole tooooooo!" 

Tom needed no further encouragement, and without hesitation, he knelt down 
between Rick's legs and Linda's slender calves. His cock was fully erect, 
more so than when he first had taken Linda that evening, and he stroked it 
in his hand as he leaned close to the tightly puckered little opening 
between her buttocks cheeks. He knew she had to be prepared, but he was so 
excited by the prospect of fucking her virgin rectum that any real delay was 
unthinkable. 

Linda was ready for him, as she reached back with both hands, pulling the 
globular cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. Her son's cock was pressing 
against her cervix, jerking and anxious, and she wanted him to fuck her 
quickly, hard, the moment Tom entered her. She felt Tom's finger probing 
against her virgin anus, the tightly resisting ring of flesh holding, then 
giving way, and she leaned down, forcing her muscles to relax as she was 
prepared for the most humiliating subjugation. 

"Uuuuugghhhhh!" she grunted as his fingertip tore into her rectum, and the 
pain continued as he worked it feverishly around to stretch her tight anus 
and prepare it for the greater entry to come. The combination of 
pleasure-pain that racked her body was overwhelming, and she began fucking 
back against the two fleshy staffs, wantonly needing two cocks fucking into 
her belly. Within seconds he pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt 
her buttocks pulled wider apart by his thumbs, then a tremendous pressure 
against her defenseless, virgin anus. 

"Ooohhh, God, ohhh, it hurts! Oooohhhhh!" She yelled, but she pushed her 
hips back nonetheless. Tom held her shoulders as he shoved hard forward, his 
invading cudgel stiff and eager to enter her heated little rectum. For a 
moment it resisted, but shoving forward with all his strength, he popped the 
thick head of his blood-filled cock inside the elastic-tight ring of 
puckered flesh. He was stretching her to impossible size, her anal ring like 
a tiny rubber-band stretched around his mammoth penis; determinedly, he 
pushed hard forward again and again, slowly but definitely driving his long 
cock in to the hilt. 

"Uuggghhh .. Aaagghhh .. AAAAGGGHHH!" Linda cried in agony over and over as 
the searing pain streaked through her body, his jerking penis boring into 
her rectum like a red-hot poker. It drove deep into her hotly clenching 
anus, filling her beyond belief, a second monstrous cock fucking up between 
her legs. She thought she was being ripped in half, the pain wracking her 
spine and surging out over every part of her body. But then, moments later, 
her cries turned from helplessly pleading whimperings to abandoned sobs of 
ecstasy as she felt both powerful poles of heated flesh bucking and jerking 
inside her quaking belly. She groaned out loud as both Tom and her son 
skewered her like a lifeless rag-doll between them, their cocks separated 
only by the thin membrane dividing her two cavities. They began to fuck in 
unison, their timing somehow coming together as they both withdrew their 
long, wildly throbbing penises until only the heads remained inside her: 
Tom's cock held by the tight sphincter muscle, and her son's massive shaft 
by the pink-rimmed lips of her insatiable cunt. Then they both rammed 
simultaneously, driving deep down her passages, and their stiffness pushed 
and grated against each other along the parallel channels of her 
lust-slickened cunt and rectum. 

"Oooohh, God, yesssss my darlings! Yessss, ohh, yeessss!" Linda moaned. "I 
want more, oohhh, MORE!" 

They gave her more, fucking her with the constant rhythm of lust, and her 
body became like a river of molten lava, heated, boiling, ready to pour out 
a sizzling flood of passion. Again and again they pounded against her 
wide-spread loins, each to its separate orifice, each working together in 
spectacular harmony. She didn't want the ravagement to ever end ... She 
loved it ... Oh, God, she loved it! 

Valerie was enjoying a passion feast of her own, but it was heightened by 
the lewdly stimulating sight before her eyes. While her daughter Karen was 
furiously licking into her cunt and getting fucked dog fashion by Don from 
behind, Linda Hall was being sandwiched between her son and Tom. It was a 
sight worth remembering to see the two men driving their big rods into 
Linda's impossibly wide-stretched loins. Their fucking was becoming faster 
and faster, all three of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as 
they obviously neared orgasm. Valerie thrilled at seeing Linda's ripely full 
breasts swinging and bouncing from the force of the two cocks sawing in her 
belly; the young mother's mouth was open, her tongue licking furiously 
around her red lips. She was near, definitely near, and the salacious scene 
was so overwhelming, so wantonly stimulating that Valerie felt her own 
release coming upon her with fantastic speed. 

Linda shuddered and groaned as she felt the growing spasms in her belly 
building and wracking her with magnificent splendor. Never had anything been 
so wonderful, her son and Tom Harvey fucking her body with their huge, 
wonderfully throbbing cocks, filling her belly with their hard flesh. With 
accelerating quickness, she felt herself soaring as Rick drove his cock deep 
into her contracting cunt, the thick head swelling to tremendous proportions 
as he grunted and twisted beneath her. 

"Ooohhh ... I'm going to ... Cummmmm!" 

"Yesss, my darling, yesssss! Cum, cum, now ... now ... NOW!!" 

The first white-hot blast struck deep in her sizzling womb, her son's 
jerking cock spilling out his super-heated sperm in the depths of her wildly 
rippling cunt. A split-second later Tom Harvey shoved his massively 
pulsating penis down, his groin pushing hard against her thrashing young 
buttocks, and the head buried so deep in her rectum expanded to suddenly 
explode. That was it! She was there too! 

"Ooohh, yessss! I'mmm ccummmmmiiinnggggg!" Her body erupted in a shower of 
madly spinning sparks at the moment she felt the two hot streams of cum 
shooting into her belly, and she was there! Suddenly, she was floating, a 
mass of exquisite sensations wracking her nakedly writhing body. Linda 
rammed back once more on the two hard, foaming cocks, bucking and heaving as 
she rocketed with a passion that only awakened tonight. Her rectum sizzled, 
her entire body quaked with unbounding joys. This was what she wanted. 
Physical pleasure, lusting passion, and her son's cock pumping his sperm 
into her belly ... It would never end! Never, never, never, never, never! 

Chapter 8 

"Miss Hall? Will you come into my office please ..." the voice squawked over 
the intercom. 

"Right away, Mr. Williams ..." Linda answered after pressing the button. It 
had been a week since she returned from her eventful weekend in Big Sur, and 
not once had her boss Karl Williams asked her out. But at that moment she 
recognized that unusual tone in his voice he always had when something other 
than business was on his mind. She stood up from her desk, pulling at the 
hem of her skirt before picking up her steno pad and walking to his office 
door. 

"Dictation, sir?" she said as she closed the door behind her. 

"Of course ... " he answered casually, and he leaned back in his oversized 
chair, his eyes following her sensual young figure as she sat down beside 
his desk. Ever since she had gotten back from the long weekend, he had been 
wondering about her. She seemed different, but just how he couldn't be sure. 
Unbelievably, she appeared even sexier, if that was possible, and sometimes 
when she looked at him, it was almost as if she was examining him. Such 
actions had not been characteristic of his pretty blonde secretary before. 

She was sitting in her chair in such a way that he could almost see up 
between her firm, white thighs; her short skirt exposing more flesh as she 
crossed her legs, and she was not shyly looking down but meeting his gaze 
directly. It was time to try again. "Before starting this letter ... I'd 
like to know if you'd be free for dinner tonight?" he asked hurriedly. He 
expected her to frown as usual, but she was smiling. 

She was changed, and it was bothering him, Linda thought. It even seemed 
funny, after hearing the same request so many times before, not to feel 
frightened and nervous. Valerie had done a lot for her, and for that she 
would always be grateful. That eventful night a week in the past she had 
shown Valerie her gratitude, and of course it was only the beginning. But 
now, Linda saw another opportunity which when presented so many times in the 
past, she had not understood its real worth. Business and pleasure could 
mix, and for her it could be quite profitable. 

Linda shook her head, enjoying the sudden frown that crossed Karl William's 
face. So he hadn't expected a "no" reply. "Tonight, Mr. Williams, is out of 
the question ..." she answered with a smile. Then looking him directly in 
the eye, she went on, "How about tomorrow night?" 

Linda wanted to laugh at his bowled-over expression, but she just kept 
smiling as he nodded yes. She thought it would be interesting to date her 
boss, but she would only do it on nights that Rick was going out with Karen. 
But tonight was out of the question. Rick was going to be home, and they had 
already made plans for a very special evening, together as mother and son. 


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