﻿Lust For Children
by Dr. Heinrich Kroll


CASE HISTORY ONE 

Peeping through keyholes wasn't the sort of thing Alma normally did, but 
that was just what she was doing and what she saw amazed her, to say the 
least. There, in his bedroom was Will, the fourteen-year-old son of her best 
friend. His pants and underwear had been dropped to his ankles, his hard 
penis was being held lovingly in his right hand and she knew he was 
masturbating. 

But there was more. In his other hand he held the pair of pale blue nylon 
panties she had been looking for in her room. They had been dropped on a 
chair beside her bed and then they had vanished. 

As he played with his penis, the boy rubbed the nylon over his face, sniffed 
at the garment and took it between his lips in what was obviously an orgy 
for one boy and one pair of panties. 

Alma and Will were alone in the house as they would be for six weeks. Alma's 
friend Jeanette, a divorcee, was away for that period and Alma was sitting 
in at her home for her. It was just a favor for a special friend and Alma 
had never expected that in the course of her stay there, she would be in a 
state of sexual arousal. 

That was something she hadn't permitted to happen in a lot of years. Earlier 
in life, there had been sex with men, but each experience had been bad, with 
the result that at an age when most women were really getting into sex, Alma 
was getting out of it. 

At thirty-seven, it had been about fourteen years since any male had touched 
her and the lack of sex didn't disturb her at all. She had her work and her 
reading, her travel, a few female friends and that was enough. Sex just did 
not figure in her scheme of things. 

But suddenly, all that was changing, the laboriously erected walls of 
defense she had employed so well for so many years, were crumbling and she 
felt something in her crotch that was so unfamiliar it was as though it were 
happening for the first time. Alma was as randy as a billy goat. 

Kneeling with her eye to the keyhole, she watched as he fondled her panties 
and his penis for a long time, then came that crucial moment. He gasped 
aloud, a look of something akin to pain came over his face, then he turned 
on the bed and Alma watched him shooting his semen onto a paper he had 
placed there for that purpose. He spurted strongly and she was almost 
panting with excitement as she stared until the paper was well splattered 
and the boy was drained. Even at that he wasn't quite finished as he rubbed 
the panties over his face again, then, finding the crotch, he put it into 
his mouth and sucked on it. 

When Alma saw Will drop her panties and begin to pull up his clothes, she 
left the door and went down to the kitchen to pour herself a drink in hopes 
that it would help her regain her composure. It didn't. After having lain 
dormant for fourteen years, sexual desire had reared its head within her and 
it was not going to lie down. 

That was obvious to Alma after she finished the drink, so she went to the 
bathroom and pushed her panties down. Sitting on the edge of the toilet, she 
trembled with unfamiliar arousal as she played with her vulva, each touch of 
her fingers sending spasms racing through her body, then she sighed deeply 
as she inserted a finger into her slit and began stroking there. As the 
finger touched her clitoris the first time, her body jerked strongly, then 
she was stroking it hotly, panting with passion. Orgasm came and it was 
strong, beautiful and long lasting as her bare behind rubbed over the seat. 

When it was over, Alma decided she had to make it happen again. This time 
she stood to finger herself and as she looked at her fallen panties, she 
thought about the boy and his love of her panties. It was then that she 
realized that if he was so excited about her panties as a garment in his 
hand, his joy would be limitless if he got to see and feel her panties when 
they were snugged around her body. The thought added to her excitement and 
then there was a different excitement as the stroking finger triggered 
another orgasm and she panted and her body jerked through a long, strong 
series of spasms. 

Her crotch felt wet when she pulled her panties up and felt the nylon snug 
in her crotch. She thought of how Will would find her panties very 
interesting with the aroma of her moisture in them and she smiled as she 
patted the crotch with the fingers of her right hand. 

"Here you sexy little devil," she said under her breath, her hand rubbing 
gently. "Come and sniff the crotch of my panties now. If you're a good boy, 
I may let you take them down so you can sniff my hot cunt and lick it and 
suck it. I'll let you suck my cunt until I have a big come and then you can 
stick your hard little dick up my slit and fuck me. Fucking a soft, juicy 
cunt is so much better than fucking your hand, Will. Wouldn't you love to 
lie down on my bare naked body and fuck me right up the cunt?" 

Alma couldn't believe that she was actually saying such things, but she was 
and the thoughts refused to be turned off. What would it be like, she 
wondered, to take the boy into her bedroom, undress for him and invite him 
to play with her nude body? 

The thought persisted through the rest of the afternoon, and what frightened 
her most was her fear that she would not be able to resist the strong 
temptation, that she would not just think about seducing the boy, but would 
actually do it. She kept telling herself that for a woman of thirty-seven to 
seduce an innocent little boy of fourteen would be a crime, but for all she 
said it, she didn't seem to be listening so well and the temptation 
continued to build until she sensed that she was going to lose the battle 
and Will was going to lose his innocence. 

After dinner that evening, Alma bathed carefully, then selected her sexiest 
lingerie. In her friend's dresser, she found a black garter belt and dark 
nylons and after putting them on, she looked at her reflection in the mirror 
and saw what Will was going to see. It wasn't hard to guess what the effect 
on the boy would be and then she was trembling again as she stood before the 
mirror, having added black bra and panties and then she pulled on the 
shortest dress she owned. It wasn't as short as she would have liked, but 
she told herself it would do very nicely. 

She found Will watching television and after they exchanged greetings, she 
sat opposite him and pretended to be reading a paper while she drove him 
wild with a series of displays of nylon sheathed legs and thighs, bare skin 
and black suspenders. Alma had to fight the urge to part her legs wide, 
reach into her crotch and stroke herself. Finally she compromised by moving 
her knees wide apart and giving the boy a good look at the way her black 
panties snugged against her hot vulva. 

The game was underway then and Alma knew there could be no turning back, no 
stopping until she had taken him all the way into the wonderful world of sex 
and felt his semen shoot into the depths of her vagina. 

Putting the paper down, Alma smiled at the boy and what she saw in his face 
told her how wildly excited he was, how eager he would be for the seduction 
she had planned for him. 

"Will, dear," she said, "I want to wash a couple of pairs of panties, but I 
left them on a chair by my bed. Would you mind getting them for me?" 

"Sure," he said as he got to his feet, looking excited. 

"You don't mind handling my panties, do you?" 

"Oh no," he said, looking and sounding more nervous. 

"When I say handling my panties, I mean the ones on the chair, not the ones 
I have on. It wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to handle my panties with me 
in them I guess," she added and gave a little laugh and a wink. 

Will opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he stopped and 
hurried out of the room. While he was away, Alma explored the crotch of her 
panties and found them very warm as she rubbed lightly, then she heard him 
coming back. 

Glancing at the hall mirror, she watched him stop just outside the door and 
press the panties against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply, then rubbing 
the nylon garments all over his face. 

"Thanks dear," she said as she took them from him. "I suppose I should wash 
out the panties I have on as well. I wonder," she added, then pulled the hem 
of her dress high and ran a hand over the crotch of them. "Oh, I think 
they'll do, don't you?" 

His eyes were wide with excitement and she heard labored breathing. 

"You like panties, don't you, dear?" she asked then and sat beside him on 
the couch. 

"I ... yes," he replied nervously. 

"I guess most men and boys do, Will. After all, panties look and feel so 
sexy and they do cover a woman's pussy and ass, and I guess that makes them 
even more exciting. Since you borrowed mine this afternoon, I know how much 
you like them. Did my panties make it more exciting when you pulled your 
wire?" 

Will blushed furiously, but Alma put a hand on his thigh and squeezed, 
telling him he didn't need to be embarrassed. 

"I used to know a man who begged me to wear the same pair of panties for 
days, then let him use them. He'd sniff them and suck on the crotch and rub 
them all over his face and body, then he'd take his cock out and jerk off in 
them. After that, I don't think it strange that you like to sniff my nylon 
panties." 

"I ... how did you know ... about today, I mean?" Will asked, haltingly. 

"I noticed my panties were missing, I went looking and it led me to you. I 
got really excited watching you pull yourself and shoot your juice. Why 
didn't you squirt it right into my panties?" 

"I ... I knew it would make a mess. You'd find out and be angry." 

"I wouldn't be angry, dear," Alma told the boy and moved her hand a little 
higher on his thigh. "In fact, I got very horny while I was watching you, 
especially when your cream was shooting out of your hard prick like that. 
Did it feel good?" 

"Yes. It always feels good. It felt really great after playing with your 
panties though. I'm glad you're not angry." 

"Of course I'm not angry, dear. We're going to spend a lot of time together 
this Summer and we may as well have fun," she told him with a conspiratorial 
wink and a warm smile which added to his excitement. "Tell me, dear, do you 
get excited when you see a woman in her panties?" 

"Oh, I never saw that. Just now, when you showed me a little of yours, that 
was the most I ever saw." 

"Did your cock get hard, dear?" 

"Yes." 

"Is it still hard?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm glad to hear that, Will. I'm very excited too. A woman doesn't get hard 
when she's horny, but her cunt gets hot. My cunt is very hot right now. I 
have a case of what is called hot panties. I feel all hot inside the crotch 
of my little black panties. I feel like I want to play with myself, you 
know, rub the crotch of my panties, then take them down and finger my cunt 
until I have a big come. It means I'm a very naughty girl. I hope I haven't 
shocked you, dear." 

"Oh no. I never heard a woman talk like that before. It's so exciting. Women 
can't shoot like boys, can they?" 

"No, dear. When a woman plays with her cunt and uses a finger to stroke 
inside, she doesn't shoot, but she has a come. It happens inside and it 
makes her cunt all juicy and hot. Twice, after I watched you jerking off. I 
fingered my cunt and had real great comes. See those white panties you have 
there? If you put a hand inside, on the crotch, you'll feel where they were 
all wet from my cunt juice. Go ahead and feel them, dear." 

Trembling, the boy did so and she heard him panting as lust drove him wild. 
Taking the panties from him, she turned them inside out, found the crotch 
and rubbed it over his lips and nose, moving closer to him so that a breast 
pressed against his shoulder. 

"Oh Will, I'm getting so excited, so horny. Tell me, would you like to play 
sexy games with panties and things? Of course, you'll have to promise never 
to tell a soul, no matter what." 

"Oh, I promise. I'd never tell. Gee, Aunt Alma, you're so nice, so exciting. 
It's like it's some kind of a dream or something." 

"I know how you feel, dear. I haven't had any sex in years. I gave up on it, 
but suddenly, I'm really worked up about you and I'd love to play naughty 
games. Tell me, is it only panties you're interested in, dear?" 

"Oh no. I'd love to see everything. I'd love to take a woman's panties down 
and see everything and feel. I like brassieres too and I'd love to see 
what's in them. I think yours are bigger than Mom's, aren't they?" 

"My tits? Yes, darling, they're bigger. Do you think you'd like to take my 
bra off and play with my nice big tits? Most men like to play with tits and 
suck them and everything." 

"Oh yes, Aunt Alma. I'd really love that. I'd give anything to be able to do 
it." 

"I'm not really your aunt, dear, I'm just a friend. Just call me Alma." 

"Yes, Alma. Would you really let me do that? Are you just teasing me?" 

"No, dear, I'm not teasing. I like you very much and I'm just as excited and 
horny as you are. Here, look down the top of my dress and have a peek at my 
tits. See right between them, down the valley. Doesn't it look exciting?" 

"Oh yes," he panted as she bent close and he looked down into the top of her 
dress, inhaling deeply, seeking the perfume of woman body as he feasted his 
eyes on what she offered. 

"Oh please, Aunt Al ... I mean, Alma, may I touch?" 

"For now, dear, feel my tits through my dress. I think it would be better if 
we took our time. Things like this shouldn't be rushed, you know." 

Taking him by the wrists, she guided his hands to her bust and then he was 
rubbing and squeezing, his breathing harsh, perspiration standing out on his 
forehead. 

"Ooohhhh, I like the way you feel my tits, darling," she told him and 
sighed. "Think of how it will be later, after you've taken my bra off and 
you're playing with my bare naked tits." 

"Are you really going to let me do that?" 

"Yes dear," she assured him, then opened the top button of her dress, parted 
the garment, then drew his face down into the warm cleavage of her white 
breasts and felt him inhaling as he pressed his face warmly in the valley. 

"Doesn't it feel nice, dear to have your face right there between my pretty 
tits? Oh darling, we're going to have such sexy fun. Let's go up to my 
bedroom where we'll have lots of room to play and do sexy things with each 
other." 

Leading the way, Alma paused at the foot of the stairs, picked up the hem of 
her dress and held it high so that the boy, following close behind, saw the 
expanded tops of sheer nylons, bare thighs above, then as she raised the 
dress higher, he saw her lush buttocks, only partially covered by the black 
nylon panties. His knees became weak and he trembled as he followed, staring 
hotly at the promise of sexy heaven. She paused again at the top of the 
steps, raised her dress even higher and wriggled her plump bottom, giggling 
as she drove the boy wild with arousal the like of which he had never known. 


Will hurried into the bedroom behind her, but his eager smile faded as she 
dropped the hem of her dress. It returned quickly though when she gathered 
him into her arms and as she hugged him, she guided his hands to the back of 
her dress and then he was avidly rubbing and squeezing her ample buttocks 
through her dress and panties, his hard young penis feeling more alive and 
eager than it ever before had. 

It wasn't that the boy was thinking of getting it into her body, that was 
beyond his wildest dreams, but he dreamed a confused dream of rubbing it on 
her panties and shooting his semen there while he pressed tightly against 
her, held her panty clad bottom with both hands and pressed his face into 
the warm, white valley between her big breasts as she held him the way she 
was holding him then. 

As Alma gently pushed him away, the boy looked up into her face, his eyes 
wet, then he was trembling as he watched her unbutton the top of her dress. 
Her smile was dazzling, her tongue a live thing as it licked over her 
shining lips, then he gasped as she slowly pulled the top of her dress open 
to display the cups of her black bra. She heard a low groan of passion as 
she pulled the dress down and let it fall to her waist. 

It was all there for him to see, the bulging cups of the black bra, the 
white mounds and the cleavage, then the smooth skin below. Never had Will 
imagined anything so exciting and he had to fight his eyes to make them 
focus. 

"In a little while, dear," Alma told the boy, "I'll let you feel my tits 
through my bra, then I'll let you take the bra off and I'll give you my 
lovely big tits to play with." 

"Oh yes, Alma, I want that. I want to see and feel your tits. They look so 
big and so smooth and pretty." 

"You'll have them, darling and a lot more. You know, my panties can come 
down too. A nice boy like you could easily peel them down and make me bare 
naked. First though, I want you to take off all your clothes for me. Let me 
see you all naked. I want to look at your cock and your balls and I want to 
feel them and play with them. Hurry, Will, strip for me." 

Normally, the thought of undressing in the presence of a woman would have 
terrified Will, but the circumstances of the moment were not normal and he 
hurriedly took his clothes off and then he was standing naked before her, 
trembling and panting as he stared at her semi-naked body while she smiled 
and reached for him. 

Her hands rubbed gently over his chest and back and then one of them 
captured his stiff penis while the other cupped the sac below and she kept 
him trembling as she played with him. 

"What a nice hard cock you have, darling," she told him. "Can you imagine 
how nice it would feel inside my cunt? I'm tempted to allow you to stick it 
in my cunt and fuck me. If you keep me getting excited and horny, dear, I 
just may lie down with my legs wide apart and let you lie in my crotch and 
fuck me with your hard little prick. Think of how it would feel to fuck me 
and shoot your cream up my cunt the way a man does when he fucks a woman." 

"Oh Alma, would you really let me do that to you?" 

"I may, dear. Come stand between my legs and play with my bra while I feel 
you up all over. Make my tits feel good for me, darling." 

Hurrying to the woman as she sat with the hem of her dress hiked above the 
expanded tops of her nylons, Will's hands reached for the jutting black cups 
and then he felt her hands capture his buttocks and play with them as both 
his hands explored the black hills and his eyes probed in the valley 
between. 

After a little while, she bent forward and told Will to unhook her bra, 
trying to picture what her lush breasts would look like when the bra was off 
the scene. 

His trembling fingers didn't function well, but the last hook was slipped 
finally and the garment fell open. Telling him to step back, she smiled, 
paused, then there was another broken cry from the boy as she took the cups 
away from her breasts and the twin beauties were bared. 

"Is this the first pair of tits you've ever seen?" she asked as she cupped 
them from below, then fingered her nipples and made them grow long and hard 
before his startled eyes. 

"Oh yes. Oh, Alma, they're so beautiful, so big and smooth looking. Please, 
Alma, let me touch your big tits. I want to feel them." 

"Of course, darling," she told him as she saw he was on the verge of tears. 
"Come and play with my tits. You must be very gentle though. You wouldn't 
want to hurt my tits, would you?" 

"Oh no," he assured her and then he groaned again as his hands claimed the 
silken globes and he trembled as he rubbed and patted and fondled them. It 
was more than the boy had ever dreamed of and there was more to come as the 
beautiful, exciting woman kept assuring him. There was a lot of beauty 
revealed to him, but so much more to come. 

Alma allowed him to fondle her breasts for a while, then she drew his head 
down and fed one into his mouth. Instinct showed him how to suck as he held 
the big globe with both hands, then transferred one hand to the other, 
fondling one as he sucked one. As thrilling as the lush breasts were, 
equally thrilling to him was the sounds of her sighing and moaning with 
passion as she rubbed his head with both hands and kept his mouth filled 
with breast. 

When Alma took his face away from her left breast, she paused while they 
both admired it, then she fed the other breast into his mouth and he went to 
work on it, sucking and licking the nipple, filling his mouth with breast so 
that his jaws ached, but with a delicious ache that Will would have been 
delighted to endure forever, he thought. 

"Oh God, darling, you really know how to suck on a woman's tits," Alma told 
him as she took the second one away from him and rubbed the nipple with the 
palm of her hand. "I'll let you take my dress right off now and you can see 
and feel some more nice things. My panties feel so hot in the crotch. When I 
let you suck them, you're going to feel my hot cunt right through the nylon. 
You do want to sniff and suck the crotch of my panties, don't you, darling?" 


"Oh yes. I sure do," he told her, panting as she got to her feet and told 
him to push her dress down over her hips. 

Kneeling in front of her, he began tugging at the dress. It wasn't easy 
tugging it over her wide hips, but Will worked at it and then he cried out 
in delight as the garment fell to her feet and he stared at the black 
panties which clung to the rounded tummy, the bulge of mons veneris and then 
curved down into the mystery of her crotch where it clung so tightly. 
Resting a hand on his shoulder, Alma stepped out of the dress, then stood 
with her feet apart as he stared with wide eyes, upward into her crotch. 
Nothing in all the world could be so beautiful, so exciting, the boy felt 
sure. Her thighs were so smooth and white and the black nylon of panties 
provided such a thrilling contrast. 

Without being told, his hands went to her thighs to feel, then they rubbed 
upward until both of them were on her panties and he felt her body jerking 
while he played, his mind reeling, his penis throbbing as though ready to 
explode. 

Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his face into the juncture of body 
and thighs, inhaling deeply, rubbing avidly as her hands rubbed his head, 
then Alma parted her legs more widely and his upturned face went into her 
crotch and she felt him sucking the crotch of her panties. 

Nothing had ever so excited Alma and as he sucked, she rubbed her crotch 
back against his face and felt a thrilling promise of orgasm. She told 
herself that it wasn't possible, that she couldn't climax with a mouth 
working through her panties, but then the impossible was happening and her 
body was jerking madly as climax swept through her, climax like she had 
never experienced. 

"It's all right, dear, it's all right," she told him after the orgasm passed 
and she was able to stop shrieking and grunting. "You gave me a beautiful 
come by sucking on the crotch of my panties. Did I frighten you?" 

"Yes. I thought I had hurt you somehow." 

"You didn't hurt me, darling. You made me feel great. No man ever made me 
feel that good. Did you like sucking my panties like that?" 

"Oh yes. It was wonderful. Please let me do it some more." 

"I will, dear, but later. I have to let my cunt have a little rest. Come on 
to the bed and you can play with me some more. Play all you like, darling 
and then I'll let you take my panties off. They feel so hot and wet." 

Her knees were weak as she went to the bed and lay face down on it, then the 
boy was crouched beside her, his hands exploring the seat of her panties and 
the exposed portions of white cheeks. After a while, his mouth went to work 
on her again, kissing and licking and sucking nylon and well fleshed hips 
while she sighed and moaned and told him how good it felt and how she didn't 
want him to stop. 

And since he didn't want to stop either, it worked out just fine for both of 
them and it wasn't long before his mouth made the seat of her panties as wet 
as it had the crotch. While he kissed and licked, he saw the crack of her 
behind looking shadowy through the black nylon and hungered to get her 
panties down so that he could get his hands and mouth on her bare behind. 
Inexperienced as Will was, he couldn't be sure he was doing the things she 
wanted, but she sounded and acted happy and that was more than enough for 
him. 

"Would you like to suck the crotch of my panties some more, dear?" Alma 
asked as she slowly rolled over. "What your mouth does there really drives 
me crazy with passion." 

When he assured her that he'd love to, she told Will to wait, then she 
positioned herself with her knees apart and bent up, her crotch wide open 
and so inviting looking as the eager boy stared. 

"Oohhhh, I'm so nice and wet," she said with delight as she rubbed a hand in 
her crotch. "Take a good look at my crotch, darling, then come and suck my 
panties for me. I've never had my panties sucked before and I love it the 
way you do it. Come, dear, come and suck my panties some more." 

Will hurried his face into her crotch and sucked the warm wet nylon, 
thrilling to the feel of her soft vulva, panting to have his mouth right on 
it without the nylon covering it. As much as he loved panties, he was eager 
then to get them out of the way so that he could sample the feel and taste 
of the real thing. 

As before, he sucked beautifully and before long, Alma went into orgasm 
again, her silken thighs rubbing his face while a hand tangled in his wet 
hair and loud cries of ecstasy filled the room. 

This time, when Alma forced his face out of her crotch, the boy sneaked a 
hand there and rubbed warm, wet nylon, trembling as he felt the outline of 
vulva through the thin fabric, thrilled to the softness and the warmth of 
the delicate organ which he hoped to see before very long. 

"You've turned out to be a wonderful lover, Will," the woman said as he 
continued to rub her crotch. "I'm going to let you take my panties down now 
as a reward." 

Alma got off the bed and stood with her back to him, then told him to kneel. 


"A man should always be on his knees when he lowers a woman's panties," she 
explained. "There now, darling, you may take my panties all the way down and 
then I'll step out of them and be bare naked for you. That's it, dear, nice 
and slow. View my big, bare ass a little at a time. It's much more exciting, 
isn't it?" 

"Oh yes, Alma. I can see your pretty white cheeks and your crack and 
everything. Oh Alma, this is such an exciting thing. You're so pretty, your 
skin is so smooth and white. Are you going to let me kiss and lick all over 
your ass and in your crack and everything?" 

"Yes, dear, after you've kissed and licked a while, I'll bend over to open 
my crack and then you may kiss and lick my little asshole. I think you'll 
like that. I have a cute little pink asshole and I'd love to get it kissed 
and sucked. Would you like to suck my hole?" 

He assured her he would, her panties fell around her ankles and then she 
stepped out of them, her black garter belt and nylons emphasizing her lovely 
nudity. 

"Are you going to take the other things off now?" Will asked as his hands 
went to her buttocks to feel their silken texture. 

"No dear, I think a woman looks sexier this way, don't you?" 

"Oh yes. I think you're the sexiest looking woman in the world, Alma. Are 
you going to let me kiss and lick your ass now?" 

"Yes, darling, go ahead. I'll rest my hands here on the night table. There, 
do I look sexy enough with my big bare ass sticking out like that?" 

"You sure do. It makes your crack open and I can see your hole. It's so 
small and pink. It's really pretty." 

"Is it pretty enough to kiss, dear? I've never had my asshole kissed or 
licked." 

Will didn't reply, but Alma felt hands pulling her buttocks apart, then his 
face was between them and when she felt the ardent kiss on her anus, she 
moaned hotly. 

"Oh darling," she panted as he kissed and licked, "that's so exciting ... 
It's so sexy ... Lick my hole some more ... Oh Will ... Will ... You're so 
sweet ... One day, I'm going to let you stick your cock up my asshole to 
fuck me there ... I'll let you bugger my ass ... Oh you lovely boy ... 
You're sucking my hole ... Yes, dear, suck ... suck my hole ... suck ... 
suck ... " 

Will loved his work, loved the feel of his face in the warmth between her 
nether cheeks and he went on kissing and licking and sucking there, 
confident that he was by far the luckiest boy in the world. 

"Oh stop, dear ... stop ... stop," Alma said, panting, her behind jerking 
convulsively. "My poor little hole feels so raw. Oh my God, how you lick, 
you darling lover. Come now, we'll get on the bed and I'll give you 
something else to lick and suck. I'm going to give you a banquet of juicy 
cunt. You do want to suck my cunt, don't you, darling?" she asked. "It 
tastes even better than wet panties and you can suck all you want. You can 
get your tongue all the way into my cunt like a cock and fuck me that way." 

They hurried onto the bed and then Alma was lying on her back, her knees up 
and wide apart, her crotch wide open and eager, the tips of her fingers 
parting pink lips to show the boy the wet, red interior of a slit to which 
his mouth hurried. 

Will sucked greedily, pulling tender lips right into his mouth, then opening 
his mouth wide, fitting it over the juicy slash and sucking wetly. While he 
sucked, he heard the woman moaning and added his own muffled moaning sounds. 


When he remembered what she had said about what his tongue could do, he 
licked his way inside and he heard her loud cry of ecstasy. Pressing his 
face in the warm crotch, he got his tongue as far into that slit as he 
could, so far that the root of his tongue hurt him, but not enough to make 
him stop. He found a rich supply of juice there and lapped it up avidly, his 
hands rubbing her well fleshed hips and tummy as he gorged himself on woman 
juice. As for Alma, what was happening to her was so fantastic that she 
found herself hurting her breasts as she squeezed and rubbed them while her 
big thighs hotly rubbed the face which so sweetly invaded her crotch. 

When she could get control of her voice, Alma began to guide the actions of 
the boy's tongue and then she had what she wanted and she was moaning again 
as he licked her clit, each touch of the slightly raspy tongue sending 
shivers all over her body. The shivers continued until they became one 
fantastic shiver which rocked her whole being as she howled into an orgasm 
that was strong and lovely beyond belief, an orgasm the like of which she 
had never even imagined. 

While she rested, the boy fondled and kissed her firm, smooth breasts and 
she felt his penis hard against her thighs. She trembled again as she told 
herself that soon, the stiff penis would be inside her vagina. With that 
thought came a sense of urgency and she knew she had rested enough and it 
was time for the main event, her first act of intercourse in fourteen years. 


"Now, my beautiful darling," she told him as she rubbed his head with both 
hands, "it's time for you to take your very first fuck. Lie down right on 
top of me and stick your stiff prick in my cunt. You're going to fuck me, 
darling, you're really going to fuck me now and shoot your cream up my hot, 
juicy cunt. My cunt will suck you off and drain your balls. Come on, 
darling, get aboard my belly and fuck my cunt until I'm weak." 

Sweating, panting, his penis throbbing, the eager boy got onto her tummy and 
their groans intermingled as he lay atop her and felt his penis touching 
something soft and wet in her crotch. When he couldn't find the slit, he 
sent a hand between them and guided the hard little instrument to the 
opening, then cried out in triumph as he felt it going inside. 

He wasn't sure he would know how to do it, but he saw that his body knew 
what his mind didn't and then he began riding his naked woman, his stiff 
penis thrusting strongly, working in and out of the heavenly place while her 
gentle hands rubbed his back and she urged him on with loving words. 

Will didn't know how long his joy could last, but he hoped it would be at 
least an hour. To his dismay, he had been stroking in her vagina for not 
much more than a minute when he realized that he was on the verge of 
ejaculating and there was no way he could delay it. 

His breathing was rough and he was close to crying when his penis gave the 
final thrust and then he felt it seeming to get bigger as it spurted into 
her hot depths. As she had promised, it felt infinitely better than going 
off in his hand, and then it felt even better as her vagina sucked on him as 
he spurted and kept on sucking even after he was drained. He was able to 
make only a feeble protest, but Alma saw that he was close to fainting, so 
she stopped and held him warmly on her body, her arms strong yet gentle, her 
voice like music while she told him in warm whispers how beautiful it had 
been for her and how they would do the same things many times in the weeks 
ahead. At that, she saw tears in his eyes and asked what was wrong. 

"Mom will be coming back in just a little while," Will told her. "What will 
happen then? How will I be able to live without you, Alma?" 

"We'll find a way, darling. Don't spoil our time by worrying about the 
future." 

Later, after she had cheered him up, they went to the bathroom and Will was 
an avid spectator as Alma washed her crotch then, deciding it would be 
exciting to him, she put the backs of her thighs against the sink, bent way 
over and allowed him to watch while she urinated. Her guess was right and 
she saw him tugging at his soft penis, trying to make it hard again. 

Laughing, she told him to stop trying and it would happen sooner, then she 
went into her bedroom, the boy close behind. He protested when he saw her 
getting panties out of the dresser, but she smilingly assured him that he 
would get aroused faster if she put some clothes on. Will doubted that, but 
he made no protest as he watched her put on bra and panties, then slip on a 
nightie that was very short and very sheer. When she went to the kitchen to 
straighten up there, she declined his offer to help and they chatted while 
she worked and he feasted his eyes on her, understanding why she had dressed 
that way. 

Later that evening, they began playing in the television room. She kept her 
bra and panties on for a long time, then allowed him to take her bra off and 
minister to her breasts. He did it excitingly with hands and mouth, then he 
went down and began sucking the crotch of her panties again. To her 
amazement, his penis began to stiffen and it did more hardening after he 
took her wet panties off and played in her crotch and with her behind. They 
were both wild with desire again and his skilled tongue gave her two orgasms 
and had her panting as loudly as he. 

"Remember what you said about letting me fuck your ass?" he asked as he 
paused while licking between the white hills. 

"Would you like to do that, darling?" she asked. 

"I'd love to. I'll bet it would be as nice as your hot cunt." 

"All right, darling, but you have to pay the price of admission to my 
asshole before you get to bugger it. I've never been fucked up the ass and 
I'm not sure I'll like it." 

"What's the price?" Will asked, eagerly. 

"First, I want my cunt lapped again until I come, then I want you to suck 
and lick my asshole for a while to make it nice and wet. After that, I'll 
get down on all fours like an eager bitch and you can slip your cock up my 
hole and fuck me there." 

Will paid the price with delight and then he was rubbing against her arched 
behind, his penis throbbing strongly while she waited for the invasion, her 
big breasts swaying, her ass twitching in anticipation. 

He brought his penis into her crack, rubbed it there for a little while, 
then put the head against her anus and pushed gently. The head popped in and 
he gasped with delight. When he hesitated, she urged him on, telling him it 
felt good. He gave her the rest of it in a few jabs and then his belly was 
pressed against her silken smooth rump. 

"Oh darling, I love it," she told him, excited. "Drive your beautiful prick 
all the way home. Ride my big ass with your cock up my hole. Oh darling, 
bugger my ass and make me feel your juice shooting up me. Oh yes ... that's 
it ... that's the way ... fuck me, dear ... fuck my asshole ... yes ... yes 
... yes." 

This time he was able to give her a much longer ride as he held her by the 
hips and pumped manfully, working his rod in the beautifully tight 
confinement of her rectum while she kept panting and urging him on until, 
after a long time, she heard him grunting and groaning, felt him jerking 
against her buttocks and then she felt him giving her a creamy enema. 

Each following day was a new orgy for woman and boy. They played all the 
games they knew and invented new ones to add to their continuing delight. 
They learned that it was more fun washing dishes when she stood with her 
feet wide apart and the boy crouched with his head under her dress, sucking 
and licking, making her grip the edge of the sink for support each time he 
licked her to orgasm. 

Will discovered too that while it was ecstasy to get his charge off in her 
vagina or her rectum, it was at least as thrilling when she sucked his penis 
lovingly and then he gave her a warm drink. She was a greedy drinker and 
each time she sucked him off, she brought him close to fainting before she 
released the spent member and licked away any trickles of semen which had 
escaped her mouth. 

And then the gates of heaven began to creak closed as a phone call informed 
them that Will's mother would return the following day. Will cried and Alma 
tried to cheer him up but that wasn't easy since she too wanted to cry at 
the thought of ending her fantastic orgy with the lovely boy. 

Will tried to look cheerful when he greeted his mother, then, after a little 
while, she suggested that he go for a walk while she had a talk with Alma. 
In the course of the conversation, the woman told Alma that she had fallen 
in love with an exciting man who wanted to marry her. The one hitch was that 
he didn't want a child on the scene and Will would have to go to a 
residential school. 

"You can't do that," Alma protested. "That would break his heart." 

"Damn it, Alma, don't you think I've thought of that? Look, I love him, but 
this is my life. If I lose this man, I'll kill myself. I swear it." 

"Take it easy, baby," Alma told her and patted her arm. "Old Alma has all 
the answers. Your problem is solved and you're free to run off and get 
married tomorrow morning at half past five, if you want to." 

"What are you talking about?" the woman asked. 

"Simple, my dear. Will and I get along very well together. He'll come and 
live with me." 

"Alma, thanks, but I can't let you ... " the woman's words trailed off and 
she looked strangely at her friend who laughed. "My God, Alma. It can't be 
true. Will is just a baby, but I've never seen you looking so ... Alma, what 
the hell is going on?" 

"You've already guessed the answer, dear," Alma told her friend. "I can 
assure you your son is anything but a baby. He's the greatest lover I've 
ever known, better by far than anything I've ever dreamed about." 

"You've been ... screwing him?" 

"That's only one of many things we've been doing, my dear. That son of yours 
knows more tricks in the sack than any man you've ever met. He keeps me 
glowing twenty-five hours a day." 

"But my God, Alma, I can't. I can't allow it. He's only fourteen." 

"All right, dear," Alma said and shrugged. "Have it your way. You can say 
goodbye to your rich prince charming or you can send your son to some school 
that will be like a jail. It will break his heart of course, but I guess 
you'll get over it. After all, you'll have your new husband to think about." 


"Goddamn you, Alma. You can't do this to me." 

"Can't I? How old are boys when they start screwing these days? Sixteen or 
so? Will will be fifteen in two weeks. I offer to solve all your problems, 
make your son the happiest boy in the world, make my own life have some 
meaning for the first time in years and you turn it down. But, if that's the 
way you want it, okay," Alma said and swallowed a smile as she went to pour 
herself a drink. 

"Pour me one too, will you?" the woman said. "Make it a strong one. I have a 
feeling I'm going to need it." 

Alma poured two drinks and they sat and talked. It soon became obvious to 
Alma that she had won and that she was going to get Will as a permanent sex 
partner. Before she finished her drink, the woman confirmed that and when 
Will returned home, his mother asked him if he'd like to go live with Alma. 

Stunned, the boy looked at his mother, then at Alma, then a smile spread 
across his face, a smile such as his mother had never seen him wear. 

"Do you mean it, Mom? Do you really mean it?" he asked. 

"What else. Alma has told me everything. How my son became such a Romeo I'll 
never know, but you both look so happy it's almost indecent." 

"But what about you, Mom? What will you do?" Will asked and his smile faded. 


"Well, there's this man I met. He's rich and handsome and great fun. He 
wants to marry me." 

"Oh Mom, that's wonderful," Will said and threw his arms around his mother. 

For a moment, he forgot himself and his hands went to her bottom to fondle, 
then he moved them up quickly. 

"My God, he is a sexy little beast, isn't he?" his mother said and laughed. 
"You must be one hell of a teacher, Alma." 

"He needed very little teaching, dear. In fact, he did a bit of teaching 
himself." 

"Oh Mom, it's so wonderful," Will told her as he went on hugging her. "Now 
that you're getting married and I'm going to live with Alma, we'll all get 
all the fucking and sucking and playing we want." In his enthusiasm, his 
hands went back to her behind and he fondled her buttocks boldly. They were 
not quite as big as Alma's, he thought, but they would be so nice to play 
with. 

"Hey, you sex maniac, cut it out," his mother protested, taking his hands 
away. "It's enough you've seduced my best friend, don't try to get into my 
panties." 

"I'll bet it's real nice inside your panties, Mom," he told her with a 
winning smile. "Does your new man do it well?" 

"That's none of your business, you pint-sized sex fiend. My God, I'm getting 
out of this place to get my head together." 

"You're not going to change your mind, are you mom?" 

"No dear, I won't change my mind. My lover is in town, at a hotel. I'm going 
to go see him. You two won't mind if I spend the night there, will you?" 

"Oh, I think we'll manage," Alma said and smiled at her boy. 

"Sure, we'll miss you, Mom," Will assured her, "but I'm sure we'll find 
something to do. I'll bet Alma gets fucked and sucked more than you do 
tonight." 

While his mother blinked, Will slipped behind her and jerked her skirt high, 
patting the seat of her panties and stealing a feel of firm buttock before 
she squirmed out of his reach. 

Laughing, she threatened to smack him, but he ducked, laughing along with 
the two women, then his mother left to meet her husband to be. The whole 
thing had been a shock, but she knew she would get over it. 

Before the woman got to her car, Will and Alma were getting out of their 
clothes to celebrate day one of their new life. They're still celebrating 
it, six years later and Alma insists that Will becomes a better and more 
exciting lover every time they get together which, both laughingly boasts, 
is very, very often. 

They see Will's mother a few times a year and every time they do. Will warns 
her that one of these days he is going to get into her panties. She stoutly 
insists it is not going to happen, but something she sees in the young man's 
eyes makes her wonder. 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

"Spanking is kid stuff," sixteen-year-old Candy protested. "I'm too big for 
that and you know it." 

She had begun the statement with determination in her tone, but as she 
looked at the woman who sat on the armless chair in front of her, that 
determination weakened. 

"I don't think a girl is ever too big for a spanking," Ellen told her, "and 
frankly, I don't see that you have any choice in the matter." 

"What do you mean, Ellen?" 

"I mean face the facts. You've had your troubles with the law. You're with 
me on probation. If it doesn't work out, you go to the correctional school 
to do time. I don't think you'd like it much there." 

"Ellen, you wouldn't do that. You've been good to me and you trusted me when 
nobody else did. You wouldn't turn me in." 

"I wouldn't want to, Candy. It would break my heart, but I'll do it if you 
force me. We're friends, Candy and I like it that way, but one of us has to 
be boss when it comes down to the crunch. You're sixteen and I'm 
thirty-three. Now it strikes me that I have to be in charge." 

"Yes, Ellen, I know that and I'm sorry I goofed off this afternoon." 

"You've been goofing off too often lately, dear and now I'm going to have to 
show you what happens when you test me. I'm going to give you a spanking and 
after that, we'll go on being friends. Don't spoil that, Candy." 

"Isn't there ... any other way?" the girl asked and Ellen saw surrender in 
her eyes. 

"No, dear, not this time. I'll not be brutal. I'll do what I think must be 
done. I'll give you a brisk smacking on the bum. It will sting, but it won't 
kill you. Come, dear." 

Reluctantly, the girl came to Ellen, her head bowed, eyes wet and looking 
ready to cry. "I've never been spanked," she said. "Mom used to smack my 
face or my head when she was mad, but that's all." 

"I think you'll find a spanking is much less brutal, and when it's over, 
I'll comfort you and we'll still be friends," Ellen told her. "Pull your 
skirt up nice and high now. I'll take your panties down and you'll lie over 
my lap." 

With a little sob, the girl who had once been so defiant that even the 
courts couldn't handle her, caught the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it 
up until bare skin showed above her panties. 

Despite her show of calm, it was the moment Ellen had been building toward 
for a long time and her heart pounded at the sight of the lush young thighs 
and the promise of what the plain white panties concealed. 

Ellen was a writer, a divorcee and a friend of a juvenile court judge. She 
was also a lesbian, although she had managed to keep that pretty much a 
secret. When the judge told her about Candy and how he would have to send 
her to the institution, as much to get her away from a bad home and 
neighborhood scene as for punishment, Ellen had made the judge a proposal. 

She was going to a cottage for the Summer to write where it was quiet. She 
would take Candy with her and the girl could earn her keep by doing 
housework. She would also meet a better class of friends and Ellen would 
keep a careful watch over her. 

There had been a conference in the judge's chambers and at the end of it, a 
very happy Candy left with Ellen, happy that she had been given another 
chance and that Ellen seemed like the nicest woman she had ever met, a warm, 
friendly, beautiful, soft spoken woman, one who seemed to care what happened 
to her. 

"A little higher, Candy," Ellen said and the girl obeyed, then Ellen was 
reaching for the waistband of her panties and pulling them down slowly, 
baring the neat triangle of blonde pubic hair, tugging the garment down 
until it stretched across thighs that were golden tan and temptingly 
beautiful to Ellen, as they would be to any lesbian or any reasonably 
healthy male. 

"All right, dear, over my lap now, bum up," Ellen said as the girl shuddered 
a little, then clumsily lowered herself onto the waiting lap. 

Ellen took her time about adjusting the girl into just the right position, 
her eyes feasting on the beautifully rounded, well-fleshed buttocks that 
would soon feel the sting of her hand, then she patted a silken smooth cheek 
lightly. 

"Don't be so terrified, Candy," she said gently. "This will sting your 
pretty bum, but that's all. You may cry as my hand stings you and you may 
squirm, but you must lie still and take your spanking until I've decided 
you've had enough. As soon as I've finished spanking you, you may find that 
the tingle you'll feel in your bum cheeks is actually pleasant." 

"I don't think so," Candy said with a little sob, "but I'll try not to 
move." 

"That's my good girl, dear. Here we go now. Just let these nice cheeks relax 
and take your spanky-spank like a big girl." 

Holding her nervous victim with her left hand, Ellen took a final look at 
the twin rounds, squeezed one, then raised her right hand and brought it 
down in a brisk spank. The cheek was excitingly firm and the meeting of it 
and open palm produced a loud, clear sound which rang through the room. On 
contact, Ellen squeezed where she had slapped, then raised her hand, paused 
to stare down for a moment and brought the open palm crisply onto the other 
cheek. 

With each of the two spanks, Candy emitted a little yelp and after that, she 
whimpered as Ellen went on spanking. She spanked briskly, but not hard, 
wanting to produce color and a mild sting in the girl's bottom. 

While it was technically true that she was spanking her victim in 
punishment, a bigger factor was that she was hoping to get the girl 
interested in spankings, in close bodily contact and, eventually, in 
lesbianism. With that in mind, she spanked only hard enough to impart a warm 
tingle into the lovely, upturned buttocks. 

As Ellen's hand slapped at a steady rate and the girl squirmed over her 
thighs, Candy's whimpering changed to sobbing and then she was crying and 
kicking her legs, causing her nylon panties to flutter down to her bent 
knees. The combined sights, sounds and feels caused the woman to tremble 
violently with arousal and set off a churning deep in her crotch that would 
not be denied for long. 

"All right, dear," Ellen said, then delivered another spank, "it's almost 
over now ... SPANK ... Your chubby bum is ... SPANK ... all pink and warm 
looking ... SPANK ... and you've taken your spanking well ... SPANK ... Just 
a few more on each cheek ... SPANK ... SPANK ... to make sure you remember 
... SPANK ... your first spanking ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... there 
... there ... there ... that should do, dear, just one more on each cheek 
now ... Hold it ... SPANK ... and one for the other cheek ... SPANK ... 
there, darling, there, you've been a good girl and you've taken your 
spanking very well. Come now," she added as her hand caressed both pink 
cheeks, "lie face down on the bed and I'll apply some soothing lotion to 
your buttocks." 

Helping the sobbing girl to her feet, Ellen took her to her bed. As they 
walked, Candy rubbed both hands over her hot rear, feeling the tingle of the 
spanking, amazed that it wasn't really pain at all as she had expected. As 
she lay face down, she felt the continuing tingle and recalled what the 
woman had told her before the spanking. It felt almost good, almost 
exciting. It didn't make sense to her, but there was a sensation in her warm 
nether cheeks that was pleasant. 

And then Ellen was applying lotion to the firm rounds, her touch gentle and 
loving as she massaged with both hands and the girl couldn't hold back the 
sigh which escaped from her as soft hands spread lotion all over the 
tingling area and made it feel so good that Candy couldn't believe it. Ellen 
massaged for a long time, her tone warm as she told the girl how well she 
had taken the spanking and how beautiful her bottom looked in warm pink. 
When Ellen finally ended the massage, Candy wanted to cry out for her not to 
stop, but she didn't. 

Candy heard the woman walk quickly from the room to the bathroom and then 
she allowed her body to do what it wanted, her pubic bush rubbing on the 
bed, her hands going behind to rub at her tingling cheeks the way Ellen had 
rubbed. It was not as exciting as when the woman had massaged, but the feel 
was still there, still terribly exciting and Candy knew then that there 
would be more spankings like that, even if there had to be some deliberately 
broken rules to make them happen. 

But if the girl was sexually aroused by the spanking, a beautiful woman in 
the bathroom was much more so. Ellen had been wildly aroused before taking 
the girl's panties down to spank her and all through the spanking, desire 
had flared to the point where, as she fitted a finger between the lips of 
her warm vulva, she knew that orgasm was close, waiting for the release her 
finger would give it. 

She stroked slowly, her mind filled with images of the beautiful girl with 
the luscious bottom, of round cheeks so firm and smooth, of color spreading 
as she spanked, of that firm young body squirming across her thighs. She was 
aware, very aware, of how aroused the girl had become during the post 
spanking massage and sensed that if she had chosen, it would have been 
possible to seduce her then and there. She was pleased that she had resisted 
the urge though since the risk of upsetting Candy by moving too soon was 
more than she dared. That moment would come and it would be beautiful, but 
for the time being, it was enough to think her beautiful thoughts while her 
finger stroked in the warmth of her slit and then it triggered an orgasm 
that raced through her with the speed and heat of a prairie fire. She had to 
clench her teeth to keep from crying out and then it was over and she sat on 
the toilet, flushed and tired, making herself wait so that she could recover 
her composure before facing the girl again. 

When they met again, Candy was still lying on the bed, her pretty bottom 
glowing a warm pink. Her eyes had been dried and she looked a bit nervous. 
Again, Ellen had to resist the urge to strip and try to seduce her, telling 
herself it would be wiser to wait until Candy was really hungering to be 
taken. 

"Hi, dear," Ellen said as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted a smooth 
buttock. "It wasn't all that bad, was it?" 

"No. I thought it would be terrible. I guess you could have spanked me a lot 
harder if you wanted though." 

"I suppose so, but why would I? I like you, remember? In fact, I like you 
very much dear," she added and her hand crossed her up by squeezing a nether 
cheek very warmly as a new surge of heat flashed in her crotch. "What say 
you put a bathing suit over that pretty bottom and we go dip it in cool 
water." 

"I'm not sure I want to cool it off," Candy told her and grinned. 

"It does feel nice, doesn't it, dear?" Ellen asked. "If a spanking hasn't 
been brutal, it can leave such a lovely hot tingling." 

"Can you remember being spanked?" Candy asked, surprised. 

"Very clearly and with warmth, dear. Of course, I don't have to remember all 
the way back to childhood for that." 

"You don't? You mean you've been spanked as an adult?" 

"We can talk about that later, Candy," Ellen said and gave the girl a light 
spank. "For now, let's go have that swim." 

"Will the red show around my trunks?" Candy asked as she sat up, then stood 
and rubbed her behind with both hands, her eyes showing something that 
increased the heat Ellen felt in her crotch. 

"Wear one of mine which will cover your cheeks. We want your spanking to be 
our secret, don't we?" 

Opening a drawer, Ellen tossed the girl a two piece suit, selected one for 
herself, then began undressing. She stripped casually and felt very aware of 
how the girl looked at her as they put their suits on. 

"You really have a terrific figure, Ellen," Candy said. 

"I guess it's not so bad for an old broad." 

"Old nothing. I see the way guys look at you on the beach and they sure 
don't think you're old. What they're thinking about has nothing to do with 
age and you know it." 

Ellen gave the girl a wink in reply as she tucked her breasts into the 
halter top of her suit, then turned and asked Candy to fasten it for her. 
She liked the way the fingers touched her back. 

They swam and rested in the sun and then came back to the cottage to eat. 
Ellen sensed that Candy wanted to talk about spankings and how they made her 
feel, but she let the openings pass, choosing to allow the girl to stew for 
a while, sensing it would be a better path to the seduction she wanted. 

* * * 

As always, there was a party on the beach that evening and this time, Ellen 
and Candy went along. While she sipped on her first drink and watched some 
of the others getting drunk early, Ellen had an idea. She poured herself 
many weak drinks and began to laugh loudly and act as though she was getting 
very drunk. 

The younger group drifted into the adult party from time to time, Candy 
among them, and each time they did, Ellen made a point of letting the girl 
see some man copping a feel. She didn't normally permit much of that at the 
drunken parties on the beach, or anywhere else for that matter, but this 
time it suited her plans and she was aware of Candy's interest, every time 
she noticed it. 

When they returned to the cottage that night, Ellen took the next step by 
acting so drunk that she couldn't undress herself and the girl had to help. 
Ellen loved the feel of Candy's hands on her and then she was naked and 
Candy laid her on her bed and didn't pull a sheet over her. 

After that, the girl undressed and got into her bed, in the same bedroom, 
also naked and without a sheet, even though it wasn't that warm. Pretending 
to be asleep, her breathing loud, her eyes almost closed, Ellen watched the 
girl through the faint light which spilled in from the hall and she wanted 
to cry with joy as she saw Candy rub a hand down her tummy, part her legs 
and then begin playing with her vulva. It wasn't long before the girl had a 
finger in her slit and was tossing herself off. She climaxed with a lot of 
panting, then sighed warmly. 

A little later, Ellen closed her eyes tightly as Candy approached the bed. 
The girl stood there for a couple of minutes, staring, then a hand touched 
one of Ellen's bare breasts lightly, moved away and then she pulled the 
sheet over the woman. 

"Tomorrow, darling," Ellen said under her breath, "I think I'll have your 
beautiful, naked body squirming in my arms and I'll have my face in your 
crotch, eating that hot young cunt. I think you're ready to be plucked, you 
sweet little angel." 

Despite her act, Ellen took a long time to get to sleep that night and when 
she woke in the morning, her first thought was of the girl and it brought 
her wide awake and feeling very randy. Candy's bed was empty and Ellen 
smelled coffee. After a few minutes, she heard cups rattling and called to 
the girl, thanking her for getting up early and telling her she was ready 
for coffee. 

"I'll bet you want it black after last night," Candy said as she came into 
the bedroom with a tray. "You really tied one on, didn't you?" 

"I'm afraid I did, dear, and I can't understand why I have no hangover this 
morning." 

"You didn't just get zonked, Ellen," Candy said as she sat on the edge of 
the woman's bed and sipped her coffee. "I saw some guys doing very naughty 
things to you and you didn't exactly chase them away." 

"Now that you mention it, Candy, I have some recollections of allowing guys 
to feel where I shouldn't have." 

"If you'd caught me doing that, I think I'd get turned up over your lap for 
a spanking," Candy told her, but grinned and gave a little wink. 

"You're right, of course, dear. I want to think about it for a little while. 
Perhaps after breakfast we'll have a talk. I know I'm boss and an adult, yet 
I don't like double standards." 

"I didn't really mean it, Ellen. You're a mature woman and you can let a guy 
feel you up if you want or do anything else." 

"Yes, that's right, I suppose, but I'm still not proud of my conduct last 
night. I'll want to talk about it later. I'm thinking of how I spanked you 
yesterday for being naughty. It just could be that fair is fair and that my 
bottom shouldn't be immune when it comes to matters of conduct." 

Ellen changed the subject, but she noticed that Candy was distinctly nervous 
as they prepared breakfast and ate. As for Ellen, she too was nervous, but 
she was able to hide it. She had bathed carefully and selected her sexiest 
set of bra and panties, wearing a skirt much shorter than she usually did so 
that as they moved around the kitchen, she showed thighs and teasing 
portions of nether cheeks to the girl, hoping that would add to the 
excitement she was sure was raging in Candy. 

As usual, they left the breakfast dishes in the sink. The usual routine was 
for Ellen to get right to her typewriter while Candy went for an early swim, 
but this morning, Ellen said she was going to postpone work for a while. 
Instead, she suggested they take a second cup of coffee to the bedroom and 
have a chat. Not knowing that the routine would be changed, Candy had 
already gotten into her bikini, and that too was according to Ellen's plan 
so that when it got to be spanking time, she would drape her body across the 
firm, smooth thighs of the girl to increase the degree of physical contact. 
Beyond that, Ellen thought, it was all in the hands of the Godesses of 
Lesbos. 

"Have you ever spanked anyone, Candy?" Ellen asked after waiting long enough 
to let the girl's nervousness build to an exciting level. 

"God, no." 

"It isn't really difficult, as you saw yesterday, dear," Ellen said and 
paused for another sip of coffee. "Do you think you could do it?" 

"I ... I suppose so, Ellen, but I'd feel funny about it." 

"I think I'm going to ask you to spank me." 

"All right, Ellen, if that's what you really want, I'll try it." 

"That's what I wanted to hear. Besides, dear, if you do it well, you may 
find it very enjoyable," Ellen told her with a little smile. 

"I think so too, Ellen, but what about you, will you enjoy it?" 

"Ask me later, dear. A lot depends on how well you do it. You're not to ease 
up when you hear me crying and you must keep spanking until my ass is bright 
red all over, not just pink like yours was. It would help too if you could 
remind me of why I'm being spanked and scold me for my bad conduct." 

"Is that part important, Ellen?" 

"Put it this way, dear. We can get protein from soy beans or steak. A simple 
ass smacking is soy bean protein; a real spanking with plenty of scolding is 
steak." 

"I got it. I'm to be the boss all the way. I tell you what to do and you do 
it, period. I really make your behind sting." 

"Perfect, darling. Care to take a seat now? I'm ready to take my punishment 
with my bare ass turned up over your lap." 

Without a word, Candy went to the armless chair, sat, then patted her thighs 
as she called the woman to her, her tone excitingly stern, so much so that 
Ellen trembled visibly. 

"Get over here this minute, Ellen," she snapped. "Pull the hem of your dress 
high over your belly so I can take your panties down. I'm going to give your 
bare bum a real smacking." 

"Oh no, please, don't spank me," Ellen pleaded as she took the hem of her 
dress in her trembling hands and pulled it high, showing a wide band of 
tanned skin above her panties. "Let me off this time and I'll be good. I 
promise." 

"I'm not going to let you off until your ass is rosy red. Turn around and 
let me have a look at it." 

Ellen turned her back to the girl, her breasts rising and falling strongly 
with her labored breathing, then Candy reached for the ample bottom with 
both hands, boldly fondling the plump, firm cheeks for a while before she 
slowly pulled Ellen's panties down, stared heatedly at the lush buttocks, 
then began to play with them as she scoldingly reminded the woman of her 
conduct the previous night. 

"I saw Joe's hand up your skirt," she scolded. "I saw how you leaned over so 
he could play with your ass. Well I can assure you I won't just play with 
your ass, I'll really spank it for you. What about Tom? Where was his hand 
that time? Answer me?" Candy snapped as she fondled the lovely, white 
cheeks. 

"In my ... in my crotch?" 

"And what was it doing there?" 

"He was ... playing with my cunt, rubbing it and making it hot and horny." 

"I suppose if I hadn't been around, you'd have opened your legs wide and let 
him fuck you, would you?" 

"I ... I don't know," Ellen replied, thrilled at the way the inexperienced 
girl played the game. 

"That's a lie," Candy snapped and gave her a stinging slap on the left 
buttock. "Tell me the truth. Would you have let him fuck you?" 

"Yes. I ... I guess. I couldn't help it. I was horny. My cunt was just 
tingling for something like a big prick." 

"Was it?" Candy asked and slapped the other cheek hard, feeling the firm 
flesh joggle just a little, then she pulled Ellen's panties back up and 
snugged them tightly in her crotch. 

"What did you pull my panties up for?" Ellen asked Candy, confused. 

"Because you're going to strip bare naked for the beating you're going to 
get. Hurry now, take that dress off or you'll get more than you bargained 
for." 

Ellen's little cry was one of pure passion, then she tore the dress over her 
head and threw it away. 

"Get that bra off and let your big tits hang out," Candy snapped and again 
Ellen obeyed, her eyes wet and shining with excitement at having found such 
a thrilling partner. 

"Now stand between my legs and I'll take your panties off. That's it, keep 
still," Candy scolded and slapped a plump cheek, hard, then she drew the 
panties down, stared in mounting passion at the lush white cheeks and the 
deep crack, then the panties fell around Ellen's ankles and on command, she 
stepped out of them, naked, her body trembling, heat churning in her crotch. 


Meekly, Ellen lay across the bare thighs of the girl and rubbed subtly as 
she positioned herself. She felt Candy wrap her left arm around her, then 
her other hand was playing with the upturned behind as she scolded, her tone 
so convincing that Ellen couldn't believe it. 

And then as she continued to scold, Candy began spanking. She smacked hard, 
each slap making a loud sound, sending fires shooting through Ellen's mature 
buttocks. She kept the spanks raining down, moving them around so that no 
portion of the plump buttocks escaped the stinging palm and fingers. The 
girl was obviously wild with arousal and the more she made Ellen cry and 
squirm and kick, the more aroused she became and the harder she spanked 
until both cheeks of Ellen's bottom blazed as red as roses. 

But even then, the girl went on spanking and scolding until she noticed that 
in addition to the beautiful red of the big cheeks, there were purple 
blotches and she knew it was more than time to stop. But despite that, 
stopping was not easy and she delivered a few more slaps to the red, hot, 
quivering cheeks before she could make herself stop. 

Candy stopped scolding then as her right hand massaged the blazing buttocks, 
then it was over and Ellen got to her feet, tears trickling down her cheeks 
as she rubbed her hot behind with both hands, her naked breasts bobbing 
temptingly. 

"Come to the bed, dear and I'll massage your poor bum," Candy told the woman 
and they hurried there, Ellen's thighs rubbing together in heat as she 
walked. "I'll get the lotion to take some of the sting away," Candy added. 

"No ... sob ... just your ... sob ... hands," Ellen said and then she was 
lying face down on the bed, her glowing behind jerking, her tummy and pubic 
mound rubbing hotly on the sheet. 

Hurriedly, the girl squatted beside her and then both her hands were 
massaging and fondling and squeezing the hot mounds as Candy told her how 
thrilling the spanking had been and how it had excited her as nothing before 
ever had. Through it all, her hands never stopped moving as Ellen's crying 
turned to sobbing and then it was sighing, deep, passionate sighing. 

And then without warning, Ellen turned on the bed and her hands caught the 
bottom part of Candy's bikini. She jerked it down strongly, pulled it down 
the girl's legs and, as though knowing what was happening and wanting it, 
Candy threw her legs wide apart and Ellen hurried a hand into the warm young 
crotch. What she felt there was hot and soft and moist as she rubbed it and 
then rubbing was not enough. 

Moving quickly, Ellen sent her face into Candy's crotch, her mouth contacted 
the tender organ there and the girl cried out weakly as her legs flew wider 
apart and her body jerked upward, her moist vulva rubbing back against 
Ellen's face in hot invitation. 

Gripping her partner by the hips, Ellen sucked and sent her tongue into the 
moist slit while Candy moaned and jerked the top of her suit off so that she 
could clutch at her bare breasts, rubbing and squeezing them while, for the 
first time in her life, someone sucked in her crotch, sucked and lapped so 
ardently that she knew orgasm was close, excitingly close. 

"Oh yes ... yes ... oh Christ, yes ... suck ... suck ... suck me," Candy 
panted. "Suck my cunt just like that ... Oh Christ, I'm going to come ... 
Ooohhhh, I can feel your tongue ... in my cunt ... Oh yes ... lick ... lick 
and suck my cunt ... Oh Ellen, it's so good when you suck and lick like that 
... Oh ... oh ... oh ... it's going to happen ... I'm going to come. Oh 
Ellen ... oh ... oohhh ... aaaahhhhhh ... ooh ... uh ... uh ... " 

And then the girl was wailing in passion, her nude body jerking and writhing 
on the bed, the woman's face still pressed hotly in her crotch. They stayed 
that way for what could have been hours or years, Candy thought and then the 
woman took her face out of Candy's crotch and as she raised it, she was 
smiling and licking her lips, still tasting what her mouth and tongue had 
found in the warm young crotch. 

"I hope I didn't shock you, dear," Ellen said. "After you got me so horny 
with that beautiful spanking, I guess I just lost control." 

"Please don't apologize, Ellen. That was the most beautiful, most exciting 
thing that ever happened to me. I didn't know I was that way. I do now, 
though. Ellen, I love you. Oh my God that was beautiful. What a come, what a 
beautiful, fantastic come you gave me. My cunt is still all hot and tingly." 


"So is my ass, darling. What a lovely spanking. How on earth did you ever 
learn the game so fast?" 

"I guess you must be a very good teacher, Ellen. You see, the moment we got 
started, I seemed to know just what you wanted and how. Oh Ellen, I never 
felt so good in all my life. I can't believe how good it was." 

I'm so relieved, darling," Ellen told her. "I was so afraid you'd be 
horrified and would run screaming from me." 

"Oh Ellen, never. It was so thrilling. I never ever had my cunt sucked or 
licked. I couldn't believe it. You will do it to me again, won't you?" 

"Yes, darling, I'll do it many times. You have by far the sweetest tenderest 
cunt I've ever known. It must be an angel cunt, my dearest, and when I suck 
and lap it, I'm way above heaven with all the rest of the angels. I'm so 
glad I was the one to teach you." 

"So am I, Ellen. But now I want you to teach me just how to suck and lick 
cunt like you do. You will allow me to suck your cunt, won't you, Ellen?" 

"Of course I'll allow you, dearest. In fact, I'm on the verge of going right 
up the wall. Oh darling, you're so beautiful, so tender, so loving. Are you 
sure you want to make love to me that way?" 

"I'm more sure of that than I've ever been of anything, Ellen. It's like 
yesterday I was a little girl and today I have become woman. Open your legs, 
Ellen. Let me see your cunt and let me touch it and then let me suck it and 
get my tongue right inside so I can lick the way you licked me. I really 
want to do it all. I want to be your lesbian lover, Ellen. Please say you'll 
let me." 

"Oh you darling angel," Ellen said as she lay back on the bed and parted her 
legs wide, her tingling behind squirming on the sheet which had become quite 
rumpled in the course of the seduction. 

"Oh Ellen, you're so beautiful, all over, but there, between your beautiful 
thighs it's so beautiful. I've never looked at a cunt before. It's so tender 
looking, so pink and soft. I have to touch it. I'll be gentle." 

And she was as gentle as an angel as her hand went into the woman's crotch 
and then it was brushing gently over the delicate pink lips, stroking and 
patting. 

"I never realized how a cunt is so much like a warm mouth with soft, tender 
lips," Candy said as she went on exploring Ellen's then she parted the lips 
with the tips of gentle fingers and gave a little squeal of delight. 

"I'm so glad you like my cunt, darling," Ellen told the girl. 

"I do like it, Ellen and I'll love it after I've sucked and licked it. May I 
do that now? Your thighs and your warm crotch are so inviting. I want to 
have my face there and my mouth right on your exciting cunty." 

"Of course, darling. I'm just dying to have my cunt lapped while the cheeks 
of my ass are still tingling from that yummy spanking. You'll know how to 
find my clit and lick it?" 

"Oh yes, I'm sure I will. First though, I'd like to get my tongue as far up 
your cunt as I can and lick until I get a whole lot of juice." 

"You angel. I think you're going to be as natural a cunt lapper as you are a 
spanker. By the time the day is finished, I suspect both our clits will be 
raw. Come now, darling, eat my cunt and bring me down off the wall. I'm so 
ready." 

Despite her eagerness, the girl brought her face down to the waiting crotch 
slowly, pausing to kiss and lick the smooth inner thighs and the lower 
slopes of red buttocks, then she teased by licking around Ellen's slit, 
making her groan with desire, then her open mouth came to the waiting lips 
in a gentle kiss which caused Ellen to groan again as her body trembled. 

And then the kiss became more passionate and soon she was sucking, doing it 
as juicily and as beautifully as any woman had ever done to her. Candy made 
the lapping better by keeping her hands in motion, rubbing and patting 
silken skin, and as she sucked she made muffled moaning sounds as erotic 
background music. 

Candy sent her tongue up the slit slowly, taking time to taste and explore 
the tight cavity, then she had it in as far as she could get it, her face 
pressed more tightly into warm, smooth crotch. She lashed with her tongue, 
slurped up juice, then, when Ellen was really moaning and panting, she drew 
her tongue slowly back, worked it up to the top of the slit, then it found 
Ellen's hard little clit and began licking. She felt her partner jerking and 
writhing and knew she was doing it the way Ellen liked it. She became very 
sure of that a bit later, when Ellen cried out, her body tensed, jerked, 
then she howled through a long, intense orgasm and came out of it sighing 
with obvious content. 

The whole day and the evening were devoted to the joys of lesbian sex as 
they lapped and spanked each other whenever the mood was on them. They took 
brief pauses for eating food, for swimming and for talking, but always they 
returned to the wide bed or the comfortable spanking chair. Once, they stood 
belly to belly and spanked each other, laughing and sobbing as their 
slapping hands stung hotly and renewed bright color on bottoms which never 
seemed to get enough of the spanking palm. 

In the following days, Ellen managed to get some writing done and while she 
devoted less time to it, she worked better than she ever had. During these 
times, Candy learned to stay away from her lover, to leave her free to do 
her work, but it wasn't easy. Still, even Ellen's work provided sexual 
games. Each morning, she would set herself a target for the day and if she 
failed to achieve it, she would report the fact to an unforgiving Candy who 
would frown and scold and punish Ellen as she held her across her thighs, 
her strong arm doing what came naturally as her open hand smacked fires into 
the plump nether cheeks of her sobbing, writhing partner. 

In the course of their summer of sex, Ellen decided she would give up her 
city apartment and live full time there at the beach where they would have 
all the privacy they needed. Spanking, they agreed, was no game for an 
apartment where it could cause the neighbors to become curious, to say the 
very least. 

There was a high school close enough for Candy to go on with her education 
and they agreed that on graduation, Candy would skip college and get her 
education by reading. It was the perfect arrangement for both of them. 

A few months later, they went into the city to keep the appointment Ellen 
had made with the juvenile court judge and he was amazed at what he saw in 
the girl. Leaving out their sexual involvement, they told of how well they 
lived together and he saw and heard how marvelously Candy had developed in 
so short a period. His approval was such that he signed the necessary court 
order to free the girl from her probation so that she was totally free. 

From time to time, Ellen would invite an old friend to visit them at the 
cottage and each time, Candy broadened her sexual knowledge by joining in a 
menage a trois. Each time, the visiting woman was struck by the girl's 
beauty and skill and daring in the lesbian arts, but after each visit came 
to an end, Ellen and Candy were delighted to return to their own private 
world. 

They are still living in that world and it is still a thrillingly beautiful 
one. Candy is in her early twenties and with Ellen as her teacher, is 
showing promise as a writer, a career which leaves her free to spend her 
days and nights at the cottage. 

It is a beautiful relationship and gives every indication of going on being 
that indefinitely. 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

"It's just no use, Jenny," Betty said to her friend as they sipped drinks in 
Betty's garden, "I'll never be able to face sex again, not with any man." 

"Look, Betty, I know you've been through hell, but you have to live. You're 
only thirty-five, you're beautiful, I suspect that inside, you have normal 
sex drives. Your body won't let you quit like that. There has to be a way." 

"You've never been raped, Jenny or you'd understand it as I do. Think of a 
stranger walking into the privacy of your house with a knife. Laughing as he 
made you strip bare naked, playing with you, hurting you, fucking you and 
then playing with you until he got hard again and then making you bend over 
while he rammed that bloody big thing up your ass. No, Jenny, what you say 
makes sense, but if I even saw a cock I'd scream. Look, dear, I've been 
through it all with a good shrink and he couldn't cure me." 

"You poor dear. There has to be a way. I know how much you loved sex. 
Listen, this may sound crazy, but listen and try to accept it. My husband is 
a gentle lover and he likes you a lot. Suppose I give him the green light to 
take you away somewhere for a weekend. He'll bring you along slowly, do all 
the kissing and fondling and sucking to set you up for it and then he'll 
show you how beautiful fucking can be." 

"Bless you, dear, it takes a true friend to make an offer like that, but I 
can't accept it. He's a lamb and I'm sure he's a beautiful lay, but I just 
can't even try it with him." 

"All right, Betty. Look, have you ever made out with another woman?" 

"That won't work either. I tried it when I was in my late teens. She really 
got me turned on, but when she was eating my cunt I got all tense and 
couldn't come. When it was my turn to go down on her, I didn't want to. She 
made me do it and I vomited. I felt sick for days. I couldn't get the feel 
and the taste of cunt off my lips. I guess I just have to face it, I'm 
finished with sex for life. I'd have been better off if that bastard had 
killed me. I guess. No, that isn't right. There's still Robin and he's all 
I've got, just as I'm all he has. He's just fifteen and he needs me for a 
few more years yet. That bastard father of his has made it clear that he 
isn't even interested in visiting once in a while. Isn't it hell when you 
want to die but can't do it? Christ, what a fuck up my life has become." 

"Yes, Betty, I can see that. Okay, I'll get off your back for now. If at any 
time my husband or I can help you find your way, let me know." 

"You, Jenny? Do you swing that way?" 

"I used to, before I married. I really liked it then. I've gotten away from 
it, but there are times when I would really like to take a beautiful woman 
to bed." 

"I'd never have suspected it," Betty told her friend. 

"It's not all that special, not these days. There's one particular girl who 
comes to parties with my kids. I think she's seventeen and I see something 
in her eyes that tells me she'd go for it. God, how I'd love to strip that 
luscious young thing and make her squirm. I'd love to get at that firm body, 
those hard little tits, part those lush thighs and get my mouth on her 
tender young cunt. Christ, I'd better turn myself off before I start 
fingering my hot box right here." 

"Well, at least that's one thing I can still do if my body demands it, but 
even that isn't like it used to be. Now, when I masturbate, I can't even 
enjoy fantasies like I used to before. Even in a sex fantasy a cock would 
scare me to death." 

They finished their drinks and Jenny laughingly announced that she was going 
to go home and masturbate, suggesting Betty do the same. 

Alone, Betty went into the house and felt desire growing. She pictured her 
friend masturbating in her bedroom as she got up and walked into her 
bedroom. Glancing at the window, Betty gasped aloud as she looked through 
the window, into the window of Jenny's bedroom and saw her friend stepping 
out of her blue panties, naked. 

Fascinated, she watched as the woman lay on the bed with one hand in her 
crotch, the other playing with a breast. What she was doing was window 
peeping and it was wrong, Betty tried to tell herself, but she couldn't turn 
away and she watched as the woman fingered herself to a strong climax which 
made her writhe all over the bed. When Jenny came out of it and sat up, she 
smiled and waved at Betty who found herself blushing. 

Betty knew that her friend had purposely left the drapes wide open and the 
window up, hoping to arouse her. Could her friend be expecting her to return 
the favor, she wondered and then, on an impulse, as desire grew, she 
stripped her clothes off, stood close to the undraped window for a moment, 
then as Jenny came closer to the window, Betty got on the bed in the same 
position her friend had assumed. Her eyes closed, heat spreading through her 
body, Betty pictured the scene she had just watched and then went on to 
enjoy masturbating to wild, strong orgasm, something she hadn't done in a 
long time and when the spasms stopped, she felt more relaxed than she had in 
years. 

When Jenny came to visit the following day, they talked of what they had 
done and both became excited. Jenny laughed as she told of how it had made 
her so horny that she had taken her husband to bed early that night and 
almost raped him. 

Their intimate conversation continued and Betty felt heat building again. 

"Me too," Jenny whispered. "Come on, let's do it in the same room this time. 
I'll bet it would be lots of fun. Back in college, another girl and I used 
to masturbate together and then we went on to fingering each other's cunt. 
Let's give it a try." 

Betty was both aroused and reluctant, but she went into her bedroom with her 
friend and nervously undressed. When they were naked, Jenny took the lead in 
fondling Betty's breasts and then her thighs and buttocks. Betty tried to do 
the same, but wasn't able to. 

"Don't worry, dear," Jenny whispered in her ear as she held a breast and 
fondled it. "I enjoyed fondling your body even if you didn't get any kicks. 
Lie still now and I'll play with your pussy and then give you a nice come 
with my finger. I don't want you to try anything, just relax and let me do 
it. Oohhhh, that's a nice, soft, warm cunt you have, dear. It's going to be 
a real treat fingering it and making you come." 

Betty tried to relax, tried to enjoy it as her naked friend crouched beside 
her, fondling a breast as she felt the warmth of Betty's vulva. She stroked 
gently and soon, Betty was feeling strong arousal. Jenny fingered her and 
fondled her breasts with such delicate skill that Betty's body responded and 
then she was climaxing and it was not just a run of the mill orgasm, it was 
a real beauty which left her weak and panting. 

And then it was Betty's turn and she reached to find her partner's vulva. As 
the tips of her fingers touched, she knew she couldn't do it. Her body 
tensed and all the desire she had felt was gone. 

"It's all right, dear," Jenny told her as she moved Betty's hand out of her 
crotch and rolled onto her side. "We gave it a good try and it didn't work. 
So what the hell, the world won't end. Mind if I do myself?" 

"Of course not. Here, I'll try again, Jenny. Lie back." 

"No thanks, Bet, you have problems enough. I'll do it my way and it will be 
plenty good just knowing that you're beside me, naked and watching me finger 
my horny cunt like this," she said as she began fingering herself, her eyes 
closed tightly. 

Obviously enjoying herself, Jenny slowly fingered her slit until she 
climaxed, then she sighed and got up and began getting dressed. Later, over 
drinks, Betty thanked her friend for doing what she had done, but they 
agreed it hadn't worked and that for the sake of their friendship, they 
shouldn't try it again. 

Later, alone in the house, waiting for her son to come home from school, 
Betty was angry with herself for not having responded to her friend's 
advances. Any kind of sex life would be better than the nothing one she was 
living, she knew, yet she felt sure that she could never achieve sexual 
pleasure with a woman. 

Knowing that Robin would soon be home, she tried to turn to other thoughts. 
Robin needed her. He still hadn't gotten over his father's departure and he 
needed all the comfort and warmth she could give him. She had to look 
cheerful for him even when she felt anything but cheerful. The fact that 
Summer vacation would start soon told her that she was going to have to 
become very good at acting over a long period, for the boy's sake and for 
her own. 

Vacation came and as Betty expected, Robin rarely left the house. He had no 
friends and didn't seem to want any. He made her coffee in the morning and 
served it to her in bed, when she washed the dishes, he was there to help. 
He enjoyed working in the garden with her and while she sensed his love for 
her, felt warmed by it, she knew it wasn't the right kind of life for him. 
He was growing up a loner, with only his mother for a friend and she 
wondered where it would lead. She wondered too what answer, if any, there 
was and couldn't find one. 

But answers, though not anything she would have expected, were on the way. 
They were working in the garden one afternoon, chatting and enjoying the 
sun. As she bent over a low shrub to pick off some dead blossoms, she sensed 
a movement behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Robin 
twisting to see up under the back of her dress. 

Betty felt panic, but managed to hide it. She finished the job quickly and 
moved to another spot, being careful to squat, rather than bend. In the 
course of the afternoon, she noticed many times that he was doing everything 
he could to peek under her dress. As she watched him, she saw that the boy 
tried to resist, but just couldn't. 

She was worried, but managed to hide her fears from her son and act 
naturally. As much as she worried about Robin, Betty worried about herself 
as she realized that despite the shock she had felt, there had been a subtle 
enjoyment too, a sense of excitement that she couldn't deny. She didn't want 
to believe that she could be excited, sexually aroused, by a boy, her own 
son, peeping at her in a sexual way, but it was so and Betty was too honest 
with herself to try to deny that. What she was going to do about it was 
another matter and she had no answer for that either. 

When she was getting ready to work in the garden the following day, Betty 
told herself that since she didn't have jeans or slacks of any kind, because 
she hated them, she did have shorts and should wear them, yet she found 
herself putting on one of her blouse and skirt outfits, even though she knew 
it was wrong in that it would encourage Robin to peak. 

He did, of course, and while there were times when Betty was careful not to 
show anything, there were others when she allowed herself to forget and he 
was able to steal glimpses of her thighs and, she guessed, more than that, 
though she was wearing panties. 

The next day, there were errands to be looked after and Robin agreed to do 
them, promising to hurry so that he would be there to help her in the garden 
that afternoon. Alone in the house, Betty strove to find something to take 
her mind off sex and to give her son other interests as well. That what was 
happening could eventually lead to incest was no longer in the back of her 
mind, she was aware of it and she was terrified. In her closeness to the 
boy, she felt none of the usual fear of males, no terror at the thought of 
an erect penis and that gave her more to worry about. 

Betty recalled that she hadn't painted in years even though she had once 
enjoyed it. She hurried to the basement in search of her equipment. She 
found it in a corner at the far end of the cellar, but she found more than 
that, so much more that she felt a whole new surge of panic. 

Behind her easel, she found pages that had been torn out of magazines and 
newspapers. They were pictures of women and in each case, the woman wore 
lingerie, foundation garments or revealing bathing suits. There were a 
couple of perfume ads which showed shadowy nudes. 

As she continued her study of the material, she saw no sign of girlie 
magazines, no pictures of sexy young women. All were mature women of her age 
or older. And then she made another discovery. 

She found a painting that had been rather well done and she identified 
herself as the subject. There could be no mistake. In the painting, she was 
smiling and she wore a black bra and panties, nothing else. 

Many of the other pictures had been liberally stained with what she was sure 
was semen, but her portrait had not been touched that way. Was it, she 
wondered, that he drew the line at the thought of sex with his mother or was 
it a case of his not wanting to stain the picture of her he had painted with 
such loving care? 

Either way, Betty told herself, her son had more than his share of sexual 
problems too and she was going to have to talk to him, was going to have to 
find some way to help him. 

Betty was so intent on her discovery that she didn't hear him come down the 
steps, didn't hear a thing until she heard a gasp behind her and she turned 
to see Robin, standing there, a look of guilt on his face. 

"I'm sorry, dear," she told him as she got up and went to him, holding him 
close to her body. "I really wasn't spying," she said. "I was looking for my 
art stuff. I thought I might start painting again." 

"It wasn't your fault, Mom. I'm sorry." 

"Then let's both stop being sorry and have a chat about it instead. After 
all, it's perfectly normal for a boy your age to be interested in sex and to 
masturbate. Maybe a good talk will help us both feel better." 

As they walked to the stairs, Betty led the way and she knew as she put a 
foot on the bottom step that the dress she was wearing was short, the skirt 
full, so that the boy would see a lot as he followed her up the stairs. 

She told herself it was too late to do anything about it, but by the time 
she reached the top step, she admitted to herself that it had been exciting, 
walking slowly up the steps, knowing that he was staring up at her thighs 
and perhaps even her panty clad bottom. What she felt then told her it was 
not going to be easy to guide the conversation she had planned, not unless 
by some miracle she could turn off her excitement. 

"Don't look so glum, dear," Betty told her son as they went into the kitchen 
and she poured herself a drink. "You happen to be a perfectly normal boy. So 
you like looking at pictures of women and pulling yourself. There's nothing 
wrong with that. Everybody masturbates sometime. God knows I do it often 
enough. The only way masturbation can harm you is if you feel guilty about 
it." 

"But I thought you'd be angry or shocked or something," Robin told his 
mother, looking both relieved and puzzled at her reaction. 

"You poor lamb," she told him and hugged him warmly. "We are going to have a 
nice long chat. I guess we should have had it long ago. Come on, let's sit 
where it's comfortable." 

A minute later, they were sitting on a couch, Betty's drink beside her on 
the coffee table. 

"Listen, dear," she told him, "as late as yesterday, I took all my clothes 
off, lay on my bed and masturbated. I had a very nice come and then I felt 
better. You're a normal boy of fifteen, you should be curious about women's 
bodies and you should be masturbating quite often. I see nothing at all 
wrong with that, but if you think you have a problem, let's talk about it." 

"Thanks for being so nice, Mom. First, will you tell me something? You see, 
I didn't know women could masturbate. How do you do it?" 

"Well, usually I lie on my bed, with all my clothes off, then I start by 
playing with my ... oh hell, we may as well use the real words. I play with 
my cunt. I rub it, stroke it, get myself nice and horny, then I stick a 
finger in my slit and work it around. When I'm really horny, I find my clit 
and rub it until I come. A come, for a woman, is like when a man has been 
pulling himself and he shoots." 

"I didn't know that, Mom. What's this clit you talk about?" 

"It's a kind of passion bud. It's right up at the top of the cunt, just 
inside the lips. It's like a little cock and when a woman is horny, it gets 
hard like a cock. After you've stroked it enough, it's like an explosion 
that begins in your cunt and belly and spreads out. If a man fucks a woman 
properly, his cock rubs on the clit and she gets to have a come. It doesn't 
always happen. Another way that really makes it great for a woman is if a 
man sucks and licks her cunt. He gets his tongue on the clit and licks it 
until she comes. It's called cunt lapping and they're the best comes of 
all." 

"Oh Mom, I never knew a woman could have all that fun. I guess I thought a 
cunt was just for a man to put his cock in so he could have fun. You hear a 
lot of things from guys, but you know they're just showing off and don't 
really know what they're talking about." 

"I know what you mean, dear. Have you ever seen a woman in the nude?" 

"No, not really nude. One time, I was coming home from the library, a couple 
of years ago, I guess. I was taking a short cut through an alley and I saw 
into this bedroom. It was dark out and the drapes were open just a little. I 
knew it was wrong, but I had to watch. This woman took off her dress and she 
was wearing a corselette. It was so exciting." 

"I can imagine, dear. What could you see?" 

"It was ... I don't know ... everything about her. She had big thighs, 
smooth looking and I could see the bottom of her bum cheeks. She didn't have 
any panties on. When she threw her dress over a chair, she turned around and 
I could see what bit ... tits she had. I could only see the tops of them and 
the valley between, then she noticed the drapes and pulled them closed." 

"Ooh, that must have been cruel when you were expecting her to take her 
corselette off and you'd see her bare naked." 

"Yes, it was. I wanted to cry." 

"Was your cock hard, dear?" 

"Oh yes. I ... I took it out right there in the alley and I ... pulled 
myself." 

"I can understand that, dear. Do you always think of her when you're looking 
at pictures and playing with your prick?" 

"No, I used to, but now, mostly, I think of ... " she saw a look of guilt on 
his face as he stopped and turned his eyes away from her. 

"You think about me, is that it, dear?" she asked him. 

"Yes." 

"That's not so strange, dear. After all, we love each other. I have a pretty 
good figure and I guess sometimes I get careless. For instance, just a while 
ago, when I walked up the steps ahead of you. I guess you saw quite a lot," 
Betty said and grinned. "How much did you see under my dress?" 

"Ooh Mom. I saw your legs and thighs and your nice black panties and I saw 
parts of your bum cheeks. You're so beautiful, Mom. I got, like dizzy and my 
knees felt so weak." 

"I'll bet while your knees were getting weak some other part of you was 
getting strong and hard, wasn't it? Did you get a hard-on, dear?" 

"Yes. It's still that way. Oh Mom, I can't help it. I'm sorry?" 

"Sorry that I have a beautiful, sexy body? Sorry you had a look at my 
panties and ass? Sorry you got a hard-on?" 

"No, you know. I guess a guy isn't supposed to feel like that about his 
mother." 

"Well, I suppose you're right. Maybe we love each other more than other 
mothers and sons. Then too, we don't have a man in our lives. In a way, 
you're the man of the house and maybe it's natural that you'd think of me as 
your woman. I'm sure people outside wouldn't understand that, but as I see 
it, we don't have to tell them anything, do we?" 

"No," he replied, wide eyed and she saw his right hand start toward the 
crotch of his pants, then stop. 

"Is your cock hurting you, dear?" Betty asked, a smile of understanding on 
her face. 

"Kind of, I guess." 

"Here, dear, I'll help you to feel good," Betty told him and unzipped his 
fly. "When I was dating, in my teens, I'd pet with guys and they'd get hard 
and want to fuck me, but we were afraid I'd get pregnant, so when my date 
got to that stage, I'd take his cock in my hand and pull him off. While I 
was doing it, he'd be feeling all around my panties and thighs," she said as 
she eased his hard penis out and held it lovingly. "My, Robin, you've got 
such a big cock for a boy of fifteen. It's so long. How long is it?" 

"It's six inches, when it's hard. Is that really a long one?" 

"It's about average for a fully grown man. If your cock keeps on growing, 
you'll have a bone that will be a real delight for a woman. The size of a 
man's cock isn't all that important, but most women like a nice long one," 
Betty told her son as she played with it, her hand smooth and gentle. "Even 
now this would be a beautiful cock for fucking, but if it gets a couple of 
inches longer, what a delight it would be for a woman to feel all that 
working in her cunt. Does this feel nice, dear?" 

"Oh yes, Mom. Your hand is so smooth and I love the way you do it so nice 
and slow. I ... I'll shoot very soon if you don't stop." 

"I'm not going to stop, dear, not unless you want me too. I'm going to 
slowly pull this beautiful long prick, then I'll squeeze it a little as it 
shoots cream. It's been so long since I pulled a cock that I'd forgotten how 
exciting it is. Want me to stop for a minute and see if we can make it last 
longer?" 

"Yes. Please ... please, Mom. You said when you did it to guys, you'd let 
them see and feel your panties and all that. Please let me, Mom." 

"Yes dear," Betty said, impulsively, then she let go of his penis and got to 
her feet. I'll give you something exciting to look at while I pull you off." 


As she said the words, she got to her feet, pulled the hem of her dress 
slowly up her thighs, then her son stared, trembling as she revealed her 
panties, bare tummy above and then the bulging cups of her black bra and the 
smooth, deep valley between her breasts. She smiled and stood with both 
hands on her hips after she tossed the dress away. 

"Oh Mom," he groaned. "You're so beautiful. I can't stand it. Please, Mom, 
may I feel you, all over?" 

"Yes dear, I'd like that too. It's been so long since a man was panting and 
feeling me up. You make me feel like a teenager again, a sexy one. Would you 
like it better if I was a teenager?" 

"Oh no," he told her as his hands went to the cups of her bra." Girls don't 
interest me, only women. Oh Mom, it feels so good. Your tits are so nice and 
big and they feel so sexy. Please, Mom, may I feel your bum and in your 
crotch and everything?" he asked as he fondled her jutting breasts. 

"Yes dear, feel all you like and then I'll take your big, hard cock in my 
hand and slowly jerk you off. I'll let your cream shoot all over me. It will 
be exciting for both of us when you're shooting all over me. I never let any 
guy shoot it all over me." 

With a little groan, he dropped to his knees and then his hands became very 
busy, rubbing and squeezing her buttocks, firm, smooth thighs and then one 
of them went to her crotch. It was her turn to groan then as the hand rubbed 
with a warm, gentle touch and she felt desire churning hotly just inside her 
panties where they snugged in her crotch. 

"Oh God, Robin, that feels too good. I have to stop," Betty panted. "I have 
to make you stop before it's too late. Stand up, darling, stand up and I'll 
pull your cock and let your shoot all over my belly." 

Pulling herself away from him, Betty went to the coach and sat, her knees 
wide apart. His penis throbbing, Robin stared at her crotch where the nylon 
pressed against vulva, that magic thing he had never seen, then he went to 
her as she reached out for him. 

"There, darling, there," she whispered huskily as she caressed his member 
and began masturbating him. "Mummy is going to pull her darling's long cock 
and make his sticky, warm cream shoot all over her belly. Just let it 
happen," she went on as she moved her hand slowly up and down with an 
exciting rhythm. "That's it, darling ... let it go off, dear ... You're 
close now ... I can feel your cock throbbing, just a few more strokes ... 
there ... there ... now ... now ... yes ... yes ... " 

She felt the hard shaft expand in her hand, then the first spurt shot from 
it and struck above and between her breasts. The second spurt went higher 
and splattered her lips, some of his semen going into her mouth. Betty gave 
a groan as she licked semen from her lips and aimed the spurting member down 
until it was covering her smooth tummy and her panties with the rich fluid. 
She gave a little squeeze after each spurt and kept the boy shooting for a 
long time before his penis softened, his knees sagged and he groaned weakly. 


"Oh Mummy, that was beautiful ... Ooohhhhh, it felt so good. It's never that 
good when I pull myself. Oh, look at you, all my cream all over you." 

Robin stared at her lips, then at the trickle of semen he saw oozing down 
into the valley of her beautiful breasts and then he saw the puddles 
trickling down her tummy and on black nylon panties. 

"Did it taste bad when it went in your mouth, Mom?" the boy asked. 

"No, darling, it was delicious. I was wishing I had your cock right in my 
mouth so I could suck all the warm cream from it. I really wanted to suck 
your beautiful cock, my darling." 

"Oh Mom, you're so exciting," he panted, then dropped to his knees between 
her parted legs and stared as Betty put her right hand on her tummy and 
began smearing the semen around, all over her tummy and panties, then she 
moaned and he felt fresh arousal as, moving to the edge of the couch, she 
pushed the hand into her panties and he saw that she was masturbating. It 
drove him wild to see her hand moving inside her panties, to know what she 
was doing, yet not to be able to see that exciting place, that thing she 
called a cunt. 

Betty was panting and grunting as though in pain and her eyes were closed 
tightly, then he saw her body go tense, heard her breath catch in her throat 
and then she fell back and lay writhing and jerking on the couch, her hand 
still inside her panties, her thighs rubbing hotly together as the delicious 
spasms licked through her body, and then it was over and she gave her son a 
dazzling smile as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, then down at his 
spent penis. 

"My, aren't we the naughty ones though?" she said. 

"Maybe so, but it sure was fun. We'll do it again, won't we, Mom?" he asked, 
his voice trembling. 

"Yes darling, we'll do it again, often. We'll have to be very careful 
though. If word ever got out, we'd both be in terrible trouble." 

"I'd never tell, Mom. You know that," Robin told her and wrapped his arms 
around her, hugging her warmly. "Mom, did you ever suck a cock? it sounded 
so exciting when you told me about it." 

"Yes dear, I've sucked cock quite a few times. I like it. I've been 
terrified of cock ever since, you know, that rape, but you've cured me I 
want to have your long prick shooting cream in my mouth and in my cunt and 
everywhere." 

"Oh Mom, do you really mean it? Will you let me ... you know ... put it in 
your cunt?" 

"Yes darling. I'm afraid we've gone too far to stop now. We're going to be 
lovers all the way. I'll suck your cock and you'll lie down on me and fuck 
me and if you think you'd like it, I'll teach you how to suck and lick my 
cunt. I love having my cunt lapped." 

"Oh yes, Mom, I'll do it right now if you want. When will you let me see 
your cunt and tits and everything, Mom?" 

"Well, I do need a bath and you're such good company. Want to come and watch 
me bathing?" 

The boy gave a squeal of delight, then she got up and they went to the 
bathroom together. Robin trembled in lust as he watched her bending over the 
tub, her behind widening in the sheer panties through which he could see the 
valley between the plumb cheeks. 

As the tub ran, Betty smiled at the boy, then reached to unhook her bra. 
Seconds later, she removed one big cup and heard his cry of delight, then 
the second cup was away, she dropped the bra and posed for him, twisting her 
lovely body to make her breasts do a thrilling dance for him, the pink 
nipples seeming to glow like beacons perched on white, conical mounds which 
jutted firmly in their naked freedom. 

"Oh Mom, your tits are so beautiful. Do women really like to have their tits 
sucked by men?" 

"Yes, darling and some like to have them sucked by women. It's the same with 
cunts. I tried sex with women, but I didn't like it. This is another secret, 
but Jenny offered to suck my cunt the other day. I let her finger it 
instead." 

"Wow! I'd really love to see two beautiful women like you and Jenny doing 
all that, bare naked and sucking tits and cunts and everything. I bet I'd go 
off in the air and splatter the two of you with my cream." 

"Well, darling, I'm not making any promises, but she is a special friend and 
I think I could trust her. Would you like to fuck her cunt?" 

"I'd rather fuck you all the time, but I guess I'd like fucking her. She has 
nice thighs. I've had a few peeks up her dress and I saw her panties a 
couple of times." 

"What a lovely, sexy boy you are, dear," Betty told him, then he watched her 
breasts swaying as she turned and bent to turn the water off. 

"Mummy, please let me take your panties off for, you. I've often dreamed of 
kneeling down behind a woman and taking her panties down, nice and slow." 

"All right, darling," she told him, then stood with her back to him, 
wriggling her bottom to add to his wild excitement. "Help yourself. I'm 
getting so horny again. If we can get your beautiful cock hard again, you'll 
get to know the thrill of fucking a woman, of pushing your hard prick up the 
slit of her cunt and working it in and out while you lie down on her belly 
or kneel up against her bare ass or even when you lie on your back and she 
sits on you and fucks you that way." 

"Are there that many ways of fucking, Mom?" he asked. 

"Zillions, darling, and we'll try them all, but the first time we fuck, 
you'll lie down on top of me and put your cock in my cunt. We'll make sure 
my cunt is juicy, nice and slippery so you can get that long bone in easy." 

"Oh Mom, I wish I could get another hard-on right away. I'm so anxious to 
fuck you and suck your tits and your cunt and everything." 

"Don't concentrate on it and it will happen faster, darling. For now, just 
peel my panties down and see my bare ass and feel me up and just enjoy 
yourself. Robin, dear, we're going to be so good for each other and life 
will be so beautiful for us. Ooohhhh, I'm getting very horny, very trembly, 
just thinking of you taking down my panties and playing with my ass." 

"Me too," Robin assured her and then he caught the waistband of the nylon 
panties and began tugging them down, "Oh Mummy, your bum is so beautiful. 
Look at those lovely, white cheeks and that crack. Oh Mummy, I'm so happy I 
can hardly keep from crying. Isn't that crazy?" 

"No dear, that's not crazy at all. I feel the same," Betty told him. "I love 
the way you take my panties down so slowly. I want to feel you playing with 
my bare naked ass and kissing it and even diddling my asshole with your 
finger, if you want to." 

"Oh yes," he assured her. "I'd love to stick a finger up your hole. It won't 
hurt you, will it?" 

"No darling, not if you're gentle and you always are." 

"Mom, will you teach me to be a very good fucker and sucker and everything 
like that?" 

"Yes, my darling, I'll teach you to be the best lover in the world. Oh, my 
ass is all bare now, isn't it, dear?" 

"Yes, Mom. Oh, it's so beautiful, so smooth, so white. Oh Mummy, let me kiss 
it ... Let me kiss your beautiful ass." 

"Yes, darling, do anything you want. Well, not anything, don't kiss my cunt 
or the crack of my ass until I've had a bath, but go ahead and play with me. 
I love it, darling." 

And play he did. His hands went to the perfect rounds of her behind and 
played eagerly as he thrilled to the feel of firm flesh and silken skin, 
then he was holding her hips with both hands and rubbing his cheek on her 
buttocks as he felt the promise of erection in his penis and trembled when 
he realized that he could be within minutes of knowing what it felt like to 
lie on the body of a naked woman and slowly work the full length of his 
penis into her soft vagina. At the thought, his penis began to rise. 

"That super cock of yours is looking very promising," Betty told her son. 
"I'd better get on with my bath so my body will be clean and ready for you. 
Would you like to help me?" 

Robin accepted the offer eagerly and then he was on his knees beside the 
tub, smearing lather over the arms, shoulders and back of the woman. He 
loved washing under her arms, then he was fondling her breasts through rich, 
warm lather, thrilling to the feel of them, his penis so hard that he 
couldn't believe it. 

"Oh Robin, darling," Betty sighed, "I love the way you wash my tits. Nobody 
ever did that for me before and your hands are so gentle, the lather feels 
so sexy. It's almost as thrilling as having my tits sucked by a beautiful 
lover." 

"I'll do that too, Mom. I'd love to give you a bath every day." 

"Yes dear. Rinse my tits now and I'll kneel up and let you wash some other 
sexy places. I may have a come while you're washing my cunt, especially if 
you wash in between my lips." 

"Oh yes, Mummy, yes," he panted as he carried warm water to her breasts and 
watched the lather run down in rivulets over her tummy, leaving her breasts 
shining and ever sexier looking. 

Before she could kneel up, Robin stole a breast as his open mouth came to 
it. He held the silken gourd with both hands as he sucked on it and felt the 
nipple get long and hard in his greedily sucking mouth. 

"Ooh, stop that, you naughty boy or we'll never stop. I want to finish this 
bath so we can go to bed to suck and fuck." 

Grinning, he released the breast, licked over the nipple and then Betty was 
panting as she knelt up, her shining cones glistening. 

Betty turned a little so that he could see her big, white behind and then he 
was washing it, thrilling to the way his hands slithered over the smooth 
skin and the warm lather. No matter how exciting it turned out to be when he 
had his penis in her for the ultimate sex act, he thought, it couldn't beat 
the thrill of washing those beautiful buttocks and the lovely, deep crack 
between. As he carefully washed the crack, the tip of a finger found a tight 
little hole and he laved it gently, moving the tip of a soapy finger inside 
and causing Betty to giggle and sigh as he gave the tight ring a soapy 
frigging. 

Robin won no medals for speed when he finally got around to rinsing her 
behind, then he was sweating as she knelt with her knees wide apart and he 
smeared the lather over her firm, smooth thighs and then into her crotch. 
They both panted and trembled as he washed the soft lips he found there, 
then they both felt arousal soar as he carried lather into her slit and 
probed with a gentle finger. 

"Oh yes, darling," Betty panted when his finger found her clitoris, "there. 
Right there ... Stroke my clit ... Yes ... there more, darling ... more ... 
more ... Oh Christ, I'm going to come ... A little more, darling ... a 
little more ... right there ... yes ... Oh Christ ... Here it comes ... uh 
... ah ... ah ... uhhhhh ... " 

While he fingered her clit, Robin had been holding one smooth buttock and he 
tightened that grip when she went jerking into climax. The experience took 
the boy on a wild ride to the upper deck of heaven as the slippery cheek 
kept rubbing his hand while her silken thighs captured the other and her 
lovely breasts jerked and bobbed while the massive, LP orgasm kept rocking 
her body for a long time. 

"Oh darling," Betty sighed later, "you must be by far, without a doubt, the 
best cunt washer in the world." 

"It was great for me, Mom. You really went wild," the boy told his mother, 
his eyes shining. "Would you like me to finger your pretty cunt and give you 
another big come?" 

"Not right now, darling. I couldn't stand it. We'll go to bed soon and then 
we'll go wild. I'll give you both my tits to suck and then my cunt to suck 
and my ass to play with and then you'll lie down on my belly and fuck my 
cunt. How does that sound, angel?" 

"Oh Mom, it sounds perfect, better than perfect," the boy told her, then he 
carefully rinsed her vagina, she got out of the tub and he toweled her body 
until it glowed. 

They walked hand in hand to her bedroom and Robin saw more of what he was 
going to get as she bent over the wide bed to draw the covers back. 
Squatting, he saw the lovely pink slit between her thighs and he licked his 
lips as he anticipated sucking it, then invading it with his stiff penis. 

And then they were embracing on the bed, their naked, hot bodies rubbing 
together as they kissed and she showed him what a difference it made when 
their tongues came into play as they kept the kiss going on and on, a 
thrilling exchange of saliva, a mutual tongue lashing during which he felt 
his penis hard on her tummy, throbbing with desire. 

After a while, she gave him a lesson in sucking breasts. He was an eager 
student and soon had her moaning with passion as he sucked and licked and 
worked hard hippies between his lips while his hands fondled the lovely pair 
better than any man ever had, she assured him. 

As he kissed down her belly, he asked her to turn over. When she did, he 
hurried his mouth to her behind and then he was making her squirm as he 
kissed and licked and fondled an exciting pair of cheeks and sent his tongue 
exploring the crack between them. She squealed with delight when Robin used 
the tip of his tongue to tickle her anus and then he heard her quavering 
groan as he worked the tip of his tongue into the tight hole and her big 
behind jerked up against his eagerly invading face. 

"Oh Mummy," he told her later, "it's so thrilling to have my face buried in 
the crack of your ass and to kiss and lick your pretty little pink hole. 
Will you let me do that often?" 

"Yes, darling, very often. Nobody ever did that to me," she told him, "and 
it was so sexy, such a horny thrill. What a wonderfully imaginative lover 
you are, Robin darling." 

"Is it time for me to suck your pretty cunt now. I really want to do it." 

"Yes darling, it's time to suck and lick my juicy, horny cunt. I'll let you 
give me a come that way, then you'll stick that lovely prick up my slit and 
fuck me." 

"Oh Mummy ... Mummy ... Mummy," he panted as Betty lay on her back and 
slowly raised and parted her knees wide so that he was staring hotly into 
her side open crotch. "Your cunt ... your pretty cunt ... I can see it ... 
It's all pink and soft and beautiful ... Oh Mummy, let me suck you. I want 
to suck your cunt and lick it and fuck it and do everything." 

"Yes, darling, yes," she told him, "but first, let me show you what the 
inside of a cunt is like." 

While he stared, she rubbed a hand all over her vulva, then used the tips of 
her fingers to move the lips wide apart and hold them that way while her 
behind wiggled, her breathing labored with lust. 

"There darling, there," she panted. "That's what a cunt looks like. See how 
red and juicy it looks. Do you want to suck and lick my cunt, darling?" 

"Yes ... yes," Robin panted and then he went down on her without waiting for 
permission, his open mouth warm and thrilling as it fastened onto the moist 
organ. She cried out at the first touch and then she was sighing warmly as 
the greedy boy sucked and licked the hot, juicy treasure, his hands 
exploring wherever they could reach, his hard tool throbbing until he 
thought it would explode. 

"Oh darling," Betty panted, "how you eat my cunt. This is it ... the best 
ever ... oh yes ... eat my cunt, angel. Oh you darling lover ... suck ... 
lick ... drive me out of my mind ... What a sweet cunt lapper you are, Robin 
... Yes ... Drink up my juice ... Oh yes, lover ... yes ... yes ... yes ... 
" she panted as strong, gentle hands rubbed the boy's head and she pulled 
his pretty face more tightly into the heat of her crotch. 

As hard as he tried, Robin couldn't swallow juice fast enough to keep up 
with the mingling of his saliva with that tasty fluid he found in the warm 
slit. 

"Oh darling, you're such a sweet, juicy cunt lapper," Betty told him. "My 
cunt is so juicy I can feel some of it tickling into the crack of my ass. 
Oh, I love that. Can you feel how wet my crack is?" 

Without taking his mouth off her organ, Robin turned a little, got a hand 
under her and then a finger moved up and down her crack, finding it wet and 
slippery. It felt so good that he explored until he found her anal ring and 
then he was fingering it while his mouth and tongue drove his mother crazy 
with passion until she erupted once more in delicious orgasm, her thighs 
capturing his head with a thrilling, silken strength. For a moment, he 
thought she would break his neck, then he decided even that would be a 
thrilling experience. As she held and rubbed and jerked, Robin found the tip 
of his nose inside her slit and that added to his erotic delight as he 
sniffed deeply of musk while his hands clutched her hips and buttocks. 

"Oh Robin, Robin," his mother told him, opening her starry eyes. "What 
magnificent comes you give me. What a beautiful life we're going to have." 

"Oh yes, Mom. I'm so excited and happy I can't believe it's really 
happening." 

"That's the way I feel too, darling, but I can assure you it really is 
happening. Do you want to fuck me now?" 

"Oh yes, Mummy, yes. My cock feels so hard and strong. Shall I stick it in 
your cunt now?" 

"Yes, angel. Come lie down right on top of me and put your lovely long cock 
up my cunt. Oh what a lovely fucking this is going to be. Yes, that's it, 
dear, right on top of me. There, doesn't it feel nice to lie on a naked 
woman?" 

"Oh yes, darling Mummy, yes. You're so smooth and so warm and nice. Can you 
feel my prick in your crotch?" 

"Yes, dear, I can and it feels thrilling. Lie still, I'll guide it into my 
cunt. There, I've got it in my hand. It feels as hard as a rock, dear. Here, 
I'll rub the head of your cock on my cunt. Do you like that, darling? What a 
lovely feeling to have a beautiful cock rub my cunt just before it goes 
inside to fuck me. Ready now, darling, I'm going to guide this long cock 
right between the lips of my cunt. Here it goes, darling, feel it ... Feel 
your prick as it slips into my slippery cunt for your very first fuck." 

Robin groaned and she felt him trembling as the soft, velvet head moved into 
the slit, then she felt him give an eager jab, feeding more of it into her. 
She urged him on, her gentle hands rubbing his back, then he fed it to her a 
little at a time until she had taken it all and she could feel the strong 
young bone throbbing in the depths of her. 

"Oh Christ, that feels so good, Robin," she panted as he ground down in her 
crotch. "Try and fuck me slowly and it will last longer. Make your strokes 
long and slow with that lovely cock. The slower you fuck me, the longer your 
fuck will last." 

"Yes, Mummy, yes," the boy panted and then he went to work in her crotch, 
instinct showing him how to do the job, his heart pounding furiously as he 
thrilled to the feel of his hard, sensitive penis working in and out of the 
tight, hot, juicy slit, while her thighs rubbed his and her hands massaged 
his back, her whispered words adding to his lust. 

Following her advice, Robin stroked slowly, each long thrust sending waves 
of ecstasy through his body, but then passion took complete control of him 
and he couldn't keep his body from racing, his penis thrusting in and hot 
slit like a well-lubricated piston. Betty didn't complain and her arms 
tightened around him, her breathing ragged as he pounded in her wide open 
crotch, making her love it while she felt her body preparing for yet another 
orgasm if the ride lasted a little longer. 

And despite the speed of his humping, it did last to the point that she 
cried out in climax, threw her strong, smooth legs right around him and 
squeezed hard. The ride had lasted just long enough so that as she climaxed, 
loud cries echoing through the room, Robin ground down hard in her crotch 
and then he was panting and gasping as he felt his semen shooting strongly 
into the soft organ that went into sucking action and sucked him until he 
was spent and so weak that he thought he would faint. 

Later, they talked and Betty assured her son that it had been magnificent, 
that in the past, she had never had an orgasm during intercourse, that his 
style had worked a miracle for her. 

"You didn't mind that I fucked so fast?" Robin asked. 

"Not a bit, darling. You started slow and finished so excitingly fast. God, 
darling, you fucked as fast as a dog and it was heaven. Imagine, we both 
came at the same time." 

"Will fucking always be this good, Mom?" he asked. 

"Yes darling, it will always be great because both of us will work at 
pleasing the other, doing all kinds of sexy things to make it exciting. I'll 
teach you lots of different positions for sucking and fucking and we'll buy 
books that will give us other ideas. Life will be a continuing joy for us, 
my darling lover. You must be so tired now, dear. Lie down with your face on 
my breast." 

Sighing, he did so and as his mother held him with loving warmth on her 
lovely body, he slipped into a deep sleep. It gave Betty time to think of 
what had happened and she thought she should feel guilt over what she had 
done, but there wasn't even a suggestion of guilt in her mind so she stopped 
looking for it. 

As she permitted the thought process to wind out in her mind, she thought of 
how she and her son had been deserted by the man who hadn't loved them 
enough. It had been hard on them both and they had been lonely and unhappy. 
Out of that shared loneliness, fate had pushed them together and they had 
discovered a miracle of love, of joy and contentment. She would be a food to 
turn her back on so generous a fate, to throw back the gift that had been 
given them. 

Betty thought of her friend Jenny and of how she had tried to help. Before 
long, Betty guessed, Jenny would see that something had happened to change 
her and she would wonder about it. When that happened, Betty told herself, 
she would probably break down and share her secret. 

Jenny, she knew, would be wildly excited and would want to join in their 
exciting games. That would delight Robin, she felt sure and she sensed that 
in the course of their sexual fun and games, her excited son would delight 
in watching two naked women romping on a bed, performing a variety of sexual 
acts. 

Life was just beginning, Betty told herself and it was going to be a 
beautiful, exciting life. She looked at the beautiful boy asleep on her 
breast and felt wild desire beginning to build between her thighs, but there 
was no hurry. She would allow him to sleep and then he would wake to find 
himself in her arms and they would renew their forbidden pleasure, would 
renew it and be careful to feed it constantly so that it would grow and 
thrive through the indefinite future. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

It was a few minutes before ten and Maria was ready to close up the branch 
library for the night. It had been another quiet evening and she had allowed 
the others to go home early. One customer remained. Her name was Janet and 
she was sixteen and beautiful. She was also the reason Maria had let the 
others go early. 

Maria had been aware of the girl for a couple of weeks, aware in a sexual 
sense. Completely screened by the counter, Maria sat with the hem of her 
dress raised high, her left hand almost casually stroking the crotch of her 
pantyhose as she glanced at the girl who appeared to be deeply immersed in a 
book she was reading. 

But if the girl was looking at the book, Maria was not. She was looking at 
Janet, as she found herself doing more and more of late. 

Janet sat at a table, facing her. When Janet smiled, her whole face lit up, 
but at the moment, she wasn't wearing her smile. The book she was reading, 
Maria knew, was a study of female sexuality, including lesbianism. That 
intrigued the librarian, but so did what she saw under the table. 

The girl wore no nylons and displayed luscious white thighs, smooth, 
hairless and beautifully fleshed. Since Maria happened to be a confirmed 
lesbian, the sight of a pair of thighs like Janet's, had to move her, kept 
her from being able to take the hand out of her crotch as she thought of how 
thrilling it would be to have the beautiful young girl alone in her 
apartment, to kiss and fondle that lovely face and body, to undress her a 
little at a time as she went about seducing her. 

Maria was a beautiful woman, her figure excellent for a woman in her late 
thirties. She had one lesbian playmate, a married woman about her own age. 
They met from time to time and always enjoyed their passionate sessions. 
Still, the girl presented a temptation that could not be ignored. 

As she looked at the tempting thighs, Maria reminded herself that she had 
vowed to leave the young ones alone. An affair with a seventeen-year-old had 
cost her-her last job and she didn't want to lose this one. Still, lovely, 
white thighs like Janet's were enough to make that promise to herself seem 
less important, so did the heat that built steadily where Maria's hand was 
rubbing. Maria toyed with the idea of pushing the pantyhose and panties down 
so that she could get a finger right into the core of the building heat, but 
she rejected it and then the girl closed the big book and got up, smiling 
warmly at Maria. 

"Good timing, Janet," Maria said as the girl returned the book and came to 
the counter. "I thought you would be keeping me overtime tonight." 

"I wouldn't do that to you, Maria," Janet said as her smile became even 
warmer. "I like it here, it's so quiet, so peaceful, but I don't want to 
spoil a good thing." 

"How did the reading go?" Maria asked. 

"Oh, I don't know. Books have all the words, but I'm not sure they have many 
answers." 

"That shows wisdom, dear. Care for a ride home? I'm not in any hurry." 

"Thanks, Maria. I was hoping you'd offer. I really love talking to you. You 
seem to have it all so together." 

"Would that you were right, Janet. Suffering a severe shortage of people to 
talk to?" 

"I guess. Oh, there are lots of people, but, you know." 

"Yes dear, I know. Let a close up this dump before it crumbles around us. 
What time do you have to be home?" 

"It doesn't really matter, by twelve, I suppose. I live with my sister and 
her husband and they don't really care what I do." 

Maria locked the main door and they walked to her car. As they got in, Maria 
couldn't resist stealing a glimpse of the girl's thighs, then realized that 
Janet was doing that to her as well. 

As they chatted during the drive, Maria became more and more convinced that 
the girl was ready for introduction into pleasures. That time of night 
wasn't the right time to make the big play, she reasoned, but there would be 
no harm in using the time to set things up, to make sure she was on the 
right track. 

When she suggested they stop at her place for a cup of tea, the girl agreed 
eagerly. In the apartment, they chatted and sipped small glasses of sherry 
while the tea water boiled, then they switched to tea. 

Maria guided the conversation deftly and learned that Janet had been 
disillusioned by boys, men and marriage and was looking for some other 
alternative. 

"There aren't many alternatives, are there, dear?" the librarian asked with 
a grin as they sat on a comfortable couch. 

"I can only think of one," Janet replied, "and I'm not sure I have the 
courage to try it." 

"Under the right circumstances, it doesn't take courage, Janet. Do you want 
to talk about it? I take it that's what you meant about books not having 
answers." 

"You don't mind?" 

"Not at all, dear. I enjoy talking with you. If I can help, I'd love to. I 
can discuss lesbianism with you, Janet, because I know the subject rather 
well, but just from books." 

"Oh Maria, I'd been hoping that. I don't mean that you look or act like a 
lesbian or anything like that," she added, hurriedly, hoping she hadn't 
offended the woman. 

"That's all right, Janet. Except for a few of the weird types, lesbians 
don't look or act differently at all. You see dozens every day and just 
don't know it. Ask anything at all, I'll give you the best answers I can." 

"Do you ... do it with men too?" Janet asked. 

"No. I went through that phase first. I gave men up more than ten years ago. 
For me, it's women or nothing. How about you?" 

"I'm not a virgin. There were three different guys. All of them turned out 
bad. Once they got into my panties, I was just so much meat. Something to be 
used. One guy wanted me to go to a cabin with him and two other guys for a 
party. I was supposed to see how many times I could blow them all." 

"Not very nice. I think women are better lovers for women, but don't count 
on finding perfection. Lesbian lovers can be jealous, bitchy, suspicious. 
We're only human, after all." 

"Would you tell me what you do with your lover?" Janet asked. "I'm sorry if 
that's too personal a question." 

"I don't mind, dear. We usually meet here in my apartment. She has a husband 
and kids. We chat and drink, then we begin to touch and kiss. As we get 
turned on, we fondle thighs and breasts, then our clothes vanish. We embrace 
in bed and squirm and rub together and we share nice kisses and touches. We 
fondle breasts, play with hot pussies and asses and thighs." 

"Do you ... suck each other? You know." 

"Do we eat cunt? Usually. Sometimes we just finger each other. Sometimes we 
use a battery operated dildo to fuck each other. Usually, at every session, 
we enjoy hot crotch lunch at least once, even if we've done the other 
things." 

"And it's good, Maria?" 

"For us, it's very good. After we've made love, we lie together, share 
warmth and conversation, sometimes we laugh. Have you ever tried it with a 
girl or a woman?" 

"No." 

"Do you have anything important planned for tomorrow evening?" 

"No," Janet replied and her eyes brightened. 

"I'll take the evening off. Would you like to come and visit me?" 

"Oh yes. Maria, do I have to wait until tomorrow?" 

"Yes dear, there isn't time this evening. When you visit me tomorrow, we're 
going to chat and touch and I'm going to seduce you, very gently, 
unhurriedly. I want you like it, dear." 

"Are you ... just doing this for me?" 

"No," Maria told her and smiled. "Here, let me show you something." 

Standing, Maria pulled the hem of her dress high and smiled at the girl who 
was obviously trembling. 

"Just feel the crotch of my pantyhose for a moment," Maria told her. "Tell 
me what you feel there." 

"You're ... a little wet," Janet said as she felt the warm garment. 

"Yes, dear, I'm wet because in the library, while you were reading, I was 
looking at your luscious thighs, I was thinking very sexy thoughts about you 
and I was rubbing my crotch. I wanted to take my panties down and get my 
finger right in my slit for a come, but I managed to resist that." 

"Oh Maria, it's so exciting," Janet said as the woman took the hand out of 
her crotch and let her dress fall into place. "Don't you want to do 
something to me right now?" 

"Yes, darling, I want that very much, but there isn't time. I'm going to 
take you home now. When you're in bed, put a hand between your thighs and 
try to think about what it will be like tomorrow. When I go to bed, I'm 
going to think beautiful thoughts and finger my cunt until I enjoy two or 
three beautiful comes. When you arrive tomorrow, I shall be freshly bathed 
and so very ready to seduce you." 

Maria had seduced innocent girls before and some had been very easy, but 
none had ever been as eager as Janet. In the car on the way home, their 
shared excitement was a force that could almost be seen and then Maria 
parked the car a few doors away from the girl's house. 

"Let's kiss goodnight, darling," Maria said and then Janet was in her arms 
and their mouths came together in a kiss of passion which caused them both 
to tremble. 

As the kiss ended, at last, Maria felt her way up a thrillingly firm, smooth 
thigh until her hand pressed on the warm crotch of nylon panties, rubbing 
gently and feeling something deliciously warm and soft inside. 

"That's just to give you something to think about until tomorrow, darling," 
Maria told her. "Tomorrow, after I've warmed you up and made you nice and 
squirmy, my mouth will be right there and there won't be any panties in the 
way." 

When Janet got out of the car, Maria saw that she was walking with 
difficulty, her thighs rubbing. A smile came over her face and it widened as 
she watched the girl walk to her house, turning to wave goodbye as she 
reached the front door. 

On a hunch, Maria drove down the block, U-turned and came back to park 
across from Janet's house. She saw the light go on in an upstairs bedroom, 
then Janet stood very close to the undraped window and began undressing. 

"You sexy little bitch," Maria said with a smile as she watched the young 
beauty undressing. "I teased you, now it's your turn to tease me." 

Looking at the girl in bra and panties, Maria saw enough to make her lick 
her lips, then the bra came off, surprisingly big breasts were bared and 
Maria sent a hand into her crotch. Janet turned her back to the window and 
bent a little from the waist as she pushed her panties down. After she 
stepped out of them, she turned to the window again, posed for a moment, 
then walked away. As Maria went on rubbing in her crotch, the light went 
out. Maria drove home in a highly aroused state, anticipating getting her 
hands on the sexy young beauty. Before sleep came that night, Maria 
developed a tired finger and wrist from fingering what she planned on 
teaching the girl to suck and lick, within twenty-four hours. 

Despite the fact that Maria kept herself busy at the library the next day, 
time dragged cruelly, but it passed and six o'clock found Maria soaking in a 
perfumed tub, washing her body carefully. When she dressed, she put on a 
matching black nylon and lace bra and panty set, then decided a filmy black 
negligee would be appropriate. She still had almost a half hour to wait, so 
she poured a drink and sipped on it, trying to avoid watching the hall 
clock. She gave a little cry of relief when, twenty minutes early, she 
answered the buzzer and heard Janet's voice. 

"Am I too early?" the smiling girl asked as Maria let her into the 
apartment. 

"You have to be kidding, darling. I've been going out of my mind waiting." 

"Oh Maria, you're beautiful. You look so sexy in that negligee." 

"You look very sexy yourself, darling and very beautiful. You also looked 
very beautiful last night when you undressed." 

"I had to get even with you for making me so sexy in the car when you 
stroked my pussy and kissed me like that." 

"You got even all right. I was horny all the way home," Maria told her, "and 
I had three or four comes before I could get to sleep. How about you? Did 
you finger little cuntie?" 

"Mmmm, did I ever. For the first time in my life, after I came, I tasted my 
finger, then I stuck it way in and tasted it again." 

"Did you like it?" 

"Yes, but I think I'll like the taste of yours better." 

"That sounds promising, darling," Maria told her. "I felt pretty sure I'd 
get to eat your pussy tonight, but as for you going down on me, I wasn't 
sure you'd be ready for it the first time." 

"Why not?" 

"Some girls are too nervous the first time. They may enjoy having their 
cunts lapped, but they turn chicken and can't return the favor, hot right 
away." 

"Have you seduced that many girls, Maria?" 

"Seven or eight, I guess, but at sixteen, you're the youngest and, after 
what I saw last night, the most beautiful. Lord, what a mature set of tits 
you lave. I can't wait to have them in my hands and in my mouth." 

"That's the way I feel about you, Maria. Tell me about the things women can 
do for each other." 

"I'll do better than that, Janet. A friend of mine recently sent me a set of 
pictures of herself and a very pretty seventeen-year-old she spent a weekend 
with and has since taken in as her lover. They're really sexy. Want to see 
them?" 

Janet was eager to and Maria took them from a drawer and went to sit on the 
couch beside the girl. Putting the envelope down, she took Janet into her 
arms and they shared a passionate kiss. In the course of it, Maria pulled 
Janet partially across her body and slowly felt her way up a firm thigh 
until she was fondling a delectable buttock. 

"Now then, about those pictures," Maria said as she opened the envelope and 
took out the first one. "See how Dinah is fondling one tit while she sucks 
the other. I'm going to be doing that to you in a little while." 

As they looked through the pictures," Maria said as she opened the envelope 
and took out the first one. "See how Dinah is fondling one tit while she 
sucks the other. I'm going to be doing that to you in a little while." 

As they looked through the pictures, arousal growing, Maria commented on 
each. "Isn't that a sweet looking cunt? ... See how she's licking right on 
Cathy's clit ... Look at that finger up her asshole ... This is a nice shot 
of sixty-nine ... I love to sit on a face like that to have my cunt lapped 
... See how she holds the cheeks apart to get her tongue right in her crack 
... Oh yes, Dinah loves to have a dildo up her cunt, even though she hates 
men and real cocks ... Yes, she loves to flavor a peeled banana in a cunt 
and then suck and eat it. I'll do that with you, if you like ..." 

There was a comment on each picture and then when they had looked at the 
last one, Maria tossed the envelope onto the table and drew Janet into her 
arms again. This time, while they kissed and their tongues played wet games, 
Maria opened the top of the girl's dress and slid the zipper down all the 
way. Her hands felt smooth and exciting as they rubbed the bare back and as 
the kiss ended, she pulled the dress down to Janet's waist, her hands going 
to the nicely filled up of the white bra, squeezing and fondling lush, firm 
breasts and making the girl pant with desire. 

And then Janet showed what an eager victim she was going to be as she 
reached for Maria's breasts and felt them lovingly, her hands inside the 
negligee, fondling through the very light bra the woman wore. 

"Will mine be the first tits you've ever played with?" Maria asked as she 
pulled the negligee wide open to display more of her lovely, mature body 
which looked so white in contrast to the black garments. 

"Yes. I'm dying to see them bare and play with them and suck them." 

"And are you going to lick my nipples and make them get long and hard, 
darling? I love that." 

"Oh yes. I'm going to do everything. You'll teach me all the things, won't 
you, Maria?" 

"You can bet on it, angel. I'll take my negligee off now and then I'll 
undress you a little at a time. You see, seduction should never be rushed. 
Our cunts should really be simmering before our panties come down." 

"My cunt was simmering before I got here," Janet told her with a little 
giggle. 

"So was mine, but they'll both get a lot hotter yet," Maria said as she 
stood and slowly allowed the negligee to fall away, liking what she saw in 
the bright eyes of her young partner. "Yes, darling, I do have a good body 
and I'm going to love sharing it with you," Maria said as she rubbed her 
hands over the cups of her bra, down over her almost flat tummy and then on 
to her inner thighs before she allowed one to stray into her crotch where it 
rubbed suggestively. "Stand up now, darling and I'll take your dress off for 
you. I wouldn't want you to tire yourself before we start our exhausting 
games." 

When the girl stood, Maria reached for the cups of her bra and fondled them, 
then she slowly pushed the dress down over her hips and allowed it to fall 
to the carpet, then she helped the girl step out of it and took her into her 
arms and they kissed passionately, each fondling the buttocks of the other 
as their bodies rubbed together in mounting heat. 

"Time for bed now, dear," Maria whispered, warmly. 

"But I'm not sleepy yet," Janet teased. 

"Then we'll just have to find something else to do, I guess." 

They were laughing nervously as they walked into the bedroom and then Janet 
gasped as she looked at the wide, double bed. The covers had been pulled 
back to display a black satin, fitted sheet. 

"Ooh, Maria, that looks so sexy. Is it satin?" 

"Yes dear, that's one of my little luxuries. I like to see a white body on a 
black sheet. Sometimes when I'm alone, I tilt the mirror and watch my 
reflection while my finger fucks my cunt." 

"That sounds exciting. Will you tilt the mirror for us?" Janet asked. 

"I already have, darling. Let's have another kiss," she went on, "before we 
get on the bed." 

As they moved into a passionate embrace, Maria heard the girl moan into her 
open mouth, then she pushed her hands inside little panties to caress 
buttocks that were perfect rounds. Almost instantly, she felt a pair of 
hands inside her panties. Their kiss lasted for a long, lovely time as they 
silently told each other about excitement and beauty, their hands as active 
as their mouths and lips and tongues. 

"Lie down on the bed now, darling," Maria said. "Let me see your lovely 
white body on that black satin, just as a perfect jewel is displayed." 

Trembling, Janet got onto the bed and lay on her back, parting her legs wide 
to show the woman her crotch. While Maria stared and licked her lips, Janet 
couldn't keep from squirming and that presented a more enticing picture. 

"Here I come, my darling angel," Maria told her, then she was on the bed and 
they were embracing and kissing and Maria was unhooking the girl's bra. "Oh 
my God, what lush, beautiful tits you have, my darling. How I'm going to use 
my mouth on those delicate beauties." 

Janet moaned loudly as Maria claimed one with a hand, the other with a mouth 
that was warm and moist and so very exciting as it sucked greedily, yet 
gently. After she had filled her mouth with breast, she released most of it, 
her lips capturing the pink nipple and sucking it to thrilling hardness 
while the girl panted and writhed under her. 

"Oh God, Maria, I knew it would be good," Janet said, her voice breaking, 
"but not so good. The way your lovely mouth sucks on my tit makes me feel it 
right in my cunt." 

Maria didn't reply, but she filled her mouth with left breast while she 
fondled the other, finger and thumb doing magic things to a sensitive 
nipple. After a while, moving gently over her partner, Maria fitted her 
mouth to a firm, smooth right breast while her hand went to the other. 

"Do you think your beautiful tits have been sucked enough for now, darling," 
Maria asked as she raised her body and looked down at the girl, licking her 
lips. 

"I don't think anything. I can't think. Oh Maria, show me your tits. Give 
them to me so I can feel them and suck them." 

"Yes, darling. Just lie still, I'll take my bra off and deliver my tits 
right to your mouth. I wish I had sweet milk in my tits to feed my beautiful 
little baby, my lovely, sexy baby," she said, panting as she unhooked her 
bra, then it was off and Janet made a strangled little sound as she looked 
up at the lush breasts, firm in their maturity and seeming to beg silently 
to be sucked as they swayed above Janet's upturned face. 

"Lie still, darling," Maria said as she cupped a big, beautiful breast from 
below and squeezed it. "Open wide, here comes a nice big tit for you to 
suck, you angel. Oh yes, darling, here it comes ... here ... here ... " she 
whispered as her body came slowly down and then the nipple rubbed the parted 
lips of the panting girl. 

With a muffled growl of passion, Janet took the nipple between her lips, 
rubbed it there, then sucked her mouth full of silken breast, making Maria 
moan with passion as she went on to fondle and suck breasts for an endless 
time before Maria took the second one away from her and, lying partially on 
the girl, rubbed the nipple all over her lovely young face. 

"You like the way my nipple rubs your face, dear?" she asked. "One of these 
times, I'll rub my nipple on your hot, hard little clit and make you have a 
come. That's so sexy." 

"Oh yes, Maria, anything ... everything," Janet panted. 

"You're going to lose your little panties now, darling," Maria announced as 
she moved down on the bed, her hands fondling the excitingly firm body, one 
hand rubbing on the crotch of warm panties. "Yes, dear, I'm going to strip 
your body naked so that my eyes can feast on it, my eyes and my hands and my 
warm mouth." 

Maria began to tug the panties down slowly and Janet helped by raising her 
bottom off the sheet. The panties moved down easily and bared a neat 
triangle of pubic hair, an exciting, golden crown for the pink jewel just 
below it, Maria thought, then she stripped the garment off Janet's legs and 
gasped in arousal as the girl opened her crotch wide to display a little 
pink vulva that was so tender looking, so tasty that Maria groaned loudly as 
she put a hand gently on it arid rubbed it lightly, softly. 

"That has to be the tenderest, most beautiful cunt in the world, darling," 
Maria told the girl, her voice breaking with excitement. "I may never stop 
sucking it." 

"I'm so glad you like my cunt, Maria, but you'll have to stop sucking it so 
I can get my face in your crotch and suck your cunt. I'm dying to suck you 
and lick you, right inside your cunt. I want to feel you coming with my face 
right in your crotch. It's going to be so warm and silky." 

Bending over the panting beauty, Maria teased her and added to arousal for 
both of them by licking around smooth tummy and inner thighs, her tongue 
coming teasingly close, yet not quite touching the soft pink lips, then 
Janet felt Warm breath on her crotch, heard Maria's breath catch with 
excitement and then there was a mouth on her vulva and the mouth was kissing 
and Janet was crying out with passion of a degree she wouldn't have believed 
possible. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh Maria," she gasped, "oh ... ooohhhhh ... my cunt ... my 
cunt ... it's so good ... good ... uh ... oh ... Ooohhhh ..." 

As Maria sucked, her hands held the girl's hips, then they pushed under her 
to claim the lovely nether cheeks in loving captivity. After a little while, 
they came back to squeeze the hips for a few seconds, then they rubbed along 
the smooth tummy and up until they found her breasts which were lovingly 
fondled while the greedy mouth sucked in the silken heat of Janet's crotch 
and then Maria's tongue went between the tender lips and began probing the 
hot, juice interior as the girl emitted cry after cry of passion. 

But there were more cries to come and Janet realized that as she felt 
Maria's tongue find her clitoris and lick it so thrillingly that she thought 
she would go out of her mind if the ecstasy didn't end. 

As Maria licked on, the ecstasy didn't end and Janet didn't go out of her 
mind, but she went way out of the world and swam gracefully among stars and 
rainbows and rockets in a world of beauty and music and joy and sweet 
sensuality; a world contained within her crotch where a beautiful woman 
sucked and licked until Janet discovered for the first time that there was a 
volcano in her crotch and it was erupting, sending hot streams of lava 
coursing through her entire being, smothering her with its warmth, bring her 
a degree of ecstasy so great that she couldn't have imagined it even in her 
wildest, erotic dreams. 

"Why you naughty little girl," Maria said as she knelt up between Janet's 
legs and licked her lips, her eyes shining, "I do believe you had a little 
come." 

"A ... a little come? You have to be kidding. If that was a come, I've never 
had one before. I felt it in my fingers and toes. Sweet Jesus, Maria, your 
tongue is magic." 

"So is your tasty little cunt, darling. You may not have noticed it, but I 
was in such ecstasy eating that tender young cunt that I had a come myself 
while I rubbed my thighs together when I was lapping you. I'm a gourmet when 
it comes to cunt and I've never known anything as sweet as that little 
passion flower in your hot crotch. Oh baby, this isn't going to be just a 
onetime thing. I want to keep you, I want to watch you grow into lovely 
womanhood with me." 

"Oh yes, Maria, I want that too. I want to come to live with you." 

"We'll work it out, darling, we'll make it happen," Maria assured her, then 
they embraced and kissed again. 

"It's my turn now, Maria. Let me do all the lovely, exciting things to your 
body. Let me take off your bra, then your panties. I want to suck you all 
over like you did to me." 

"Yes, my darling baby, yes. I'm so horny my skin is crawling. Take my bra 
off and start with my tits while I let my cunt simmer some more. By the time 
you get to it, you may burn your pretty lips." 

"You can't scare me, Maria," the girl said, her eyes alight as she reached 
behind the woman to unhook her bra, then the garment fell away. "Oh my God, 
Maria," Janet's voice broke as the big, firm breasts popped free, "LOOK, OH 
WHAT BEAUTIFUL TITS. Oh Maria," she sighed as hands that trembled with 
excitement reached for the big, firm breasts, then she was sucking and 
fondling, pink tongue curling around pink nipples and licking over big, 
white gourds. 

"You handle tits like a dream, darling," Maria told her, sighing, delighted 
that the child was doing so well. "Here, take some more, Janet," Maria said 
and a hand was on the back of the girl's head, holding and rubbing as the 
woman pressed more of the beautiful breast into the wide open mouth and 
Janet sucked as though there were no tomorrow, as though the rest of her 
life had to be lived in those precious few minutes with the beautiful 
lesbian. 

When her breast began to feel raw, Maria took it out of Janet's mouth and 
fed her the other. Again the girl suckled it deliciously and then one of her 
hands was rubbing down to where clinging panties covered that for which 
Janet's mouth watered. Thighs parted and the girl's hand rubbed on soft, 
warm nylon, felt the tender target there and had to get it. 

"Oh Maria, I can't wait," she panted. "I've got to do it. I have to suck 
your cunt. I have to taste it, to lick inside and find your cunt juice. Let 
me, Maria, let me now." 

"Of course, angel, but don't you think you should take my panties off? Cunt 
doesn't taste as good through nylon." 

Trembling hands gripped the woman's panties, Maria let her behind come up 
off the bed and then Janet stripped that garment down and off and her eyes 
went out of focus as they feasted on the naked body of the beautiful, mature 
woman in blazing lust. 

"Oh Maria ... your cunt ... I can't believe it ... it's such a pretty thing 
... so pink and soft ... so beautiful," she said, trembling as her right 
hand went gently into the open, warm crotch of the sighing woman, then it 
was rubbing softly and the girl licked her lips in anticipation. "Let me 
open you up. I want to look right in your lovely warm cunt." 

"Yes, baby, yes. Part my lips and see what you'll get to suck and lick. Be 
gentle, darling, but hurry. I'm hot, baby. My cunt is tingling for it. I 
need your mouth there. I need to feel your tongue licking inside my cunt. 
Yes baby, part the lips of my randy little cunt and take a look, then bring 
your lovely face into my nice warm crotch and eat me." 

"Oh Maria, it's so pink and soft and shiny with juice," Janet panted as her 
fingers parted the soft lips. I never knew a cunt could be so beautiful, so 
exciting," she added as she gently pushed a finger up the juicy slit and 
worked it in and out as the woman's behind writhed on the sheet. 

"Now, baby, now," Maria panted. "Bring your face down to my crotch. Let me 
feel your moist mouth on my hot cunt. Suck me, darling ... suck my cunt ... 
suck me and lick me. Do it to me, baby and make me come before I explode." 

Maria raised and parted her legs, presenting her pink target in the luscious 
frame of white thighs and buttocks, then, with a low, quavering cry of 
passion, Janet sent her mouth right to the target. 

As mouth lips met crotch lips, Maria's cry of ecstasy was loud and shrill, 
Janet's was deep and muffled and then she was sucking, greedily, hungrily, 
juicily, slurping and sucking and licking while her hands fondled the 
beautifully fleshed hips of her squirming, sighing partner. The hungry girl 
sucked so magnificently that it was as though she had been doing it for a 
hundred years and then her tongue went to the top of the slit, found the 
hard little passion bud, then Maria was wailing a hymn of joy as the skilled 
tongue licked her to the edge and then sent her beyond, her naked body 
jerking and writhing in delicious orgasm. But Janet, drunk with the nectar 
she had lapped, tried to keep right on lapping. Her clitoris too sensitive 
to take even another lick, Maria pushed the face from her crotch, pressed 
lovely thighs defensively together, then threw herself face down on the bed 
and Janet stared at the lovely oval buttocks in exciting jerking action. 
Unable to resist, the girl held Maria's hips with both hands and buried her 
face between the lovely buttocks, kissing and licking and rubbing with 
passion that refused to diminish. 

And Maria, after she recovered from the wild orgasm, was in the same state, 
so they romped on the satin sheet, their mouths and hands and bodies always 
eager for more, until at last, they tiredly agreed that they'd reached a 
point where they had to stop. 

Janet's sister and brother-in-law didn't ask many questions when the girl 
announced she wanted to move out on her own. A few days later, Janet moved 
in with Maria and their orgy for two became a full time thing. 

One afternoon, after they had been looking at the pictures of Dinah and 
Cathy again, Maria produced a Polaroid camera. At first, Janet was nervous 
about being photographed, but then she became excited about it and posed 
excitingly, alone and with Maria as they used the remote control shutter to 
photograph their erotic fun and games. 

That evening, they went walking together and mailed the pictures to Dinah. 

* * * 

There was a phone call a few evenings later and Janet's excitement built as 
she heard Maria and Dinah planning a visit. After the conversation, Maria 
told Janet that they were going to go spend a week with Dinah and her young 
lover. 

At first, Janet was nervous, then she became eager to go and time dragged, 
but then they were on the plane and as they neared their destination, 
excitement became such that it was all they could do to keep their hands and 
mouths off each other. 

By agreement, Dinah did not meet them at the airport and they took a cab to 
the comfortable looking suburban house. Even before Maria could ring the 
bell, the door opened and they went inside. As the door closed, Maria and 
Dinah embraced and their kiss was much more than a kiss of greeting. While 
they were still locked together, kissing and fondling buttocks, Cathy 
appeared on the scene, looking just a little shy, then she came to Janet and 
in a second, their mouths were mashing wetly together, their firm young 
breasts rubbing, their hands moving eagerly. 

The four females went into a nicely furnished room where drinks had been 
poured and there was much excitement, nervous laughter and exciting talk of 
the fun they were going to have. It was agreed that each night, Maria and 
Janet would share a bed while Dinah and her young lover did the same, but 
during the hours between, there would be a foursome. Dinah too had taken the 
week off so that nothing would interfere with the lesbian orgy for four that 
had been planned. 

There were two couches in the spacious room and after an exchange of signals 
between the women, Maria took Cathy to one couch while Janet went to the 
other with Dinah. At first, the feel of another woman's hands on her made 
Janet nervous, but a little later, after their first kiss, that passed and 
as she sat on the woman's firm thighs and looked down into the open top of 
the dress which showed the upper slopes of lush white breasts, Janet felt 
arousal rocking her body. When the left hand of the woman pushed up under 
the hem of her dress in an obvious preview of what was to happen, Janet 
trembled hotly, then opened another button of Dinah's dress. Just as she was 
pushing the top of the woman's dress down, Janet felt a hand on the crotch 
of her panties and the game was underway. 

Between kisses, Janet looked at the other couch and saw that Maria had 
already taken the girl's breasts out and was playing with them, elongating 
the nipples and licking her lips. Janet felt one flash of excitement, but 
then Dinah's dress was wide open, her bra unhooked from in front and the 
luscious breasts were there waiting for her hands and lips. Janet was so 
aroused instantly that there was no time for jealousy, no time or desire for 
anything but passion as she bent and followed the panting woman to feed a 
big breast into her mouth. 

"Suck my big tits, you beautiful baby," Dinah told her as Janet opened her 
mouth wide and filled it with silken breast. "I love to start by having my 
tits sucked, then we'll strip naked and I'll eat a banquet in your lovely, 
sweet young crotch. I'm dying to suck the honey from your tender little 
cuntie and I want to hold your beautiful face in my crotch, where I'll be so 
hot and juicy. Oh yes, you horny little angel, that's the way to suck my 
tits. Oh, I can feel it right in my cunt already. Yes, baby, suck me, suck 
my tits and make my ass squirm." 

As she sucked, Janet stole a glance at the other couch and saw that the 
positions were reversed there as Maria was sucking and fondling the girl's 
breasts. Janet saw Cathy's dress hem fly up and she noted the way little 
blue nylon panties snugged in her crotch. She trembled with desire as she 
pictured herself sucking three other women and being sucked and fondled by 
them. 

When the petting reached the stage where the couches no longer were roomy 
enough, the four women got up and hurried into the bedroom where Janet saw 
what she decided must be the biggest bed in the world. That all four of them 
would use it together was obvious and then Janet was sighing warmly as her 
partner began undressing her. She didn't stop until Janet was naked and then 
it was her turn as she undressed the mature lesbian, baring a body that was 
big boned and well fleshed, yet perfectly proportioned and surprisingly 
firm. As they got onto the wide bed, Janet saw that Maria had stripped Cathy 
and that she and Cathy could be twins, so alike were their bodies. 

The women observed that too and sat on the bed while the girls paraded 
around the room for them, posing and posturing, proud of their lovely young 
bodies and eager to share them. 

When the women called them to the bed, Janet caught Cathy by the arm, 
whispered to her, then they moved into a passionate embrace which began with 
their nipples making contact, then the embrace was involving all of them as 
they kissed and their warm bodies rubbed together while their hands fondled 
nether cheeks, smooth backs and everything else they could reach. 

Sitting on the bed, holding hands, the mature, nude women stared at the 
kissing girls and both licked their lips. Their bodies were glowing with 
desire. They had shared young girls before and knew well what a joy filled 
week they would enjoy. 

The girls returned to the bed then, Janet going to Dinah while Maria claimed 
the trembling Cathy and the game was on. Janet reached for Dinah's breast 
for some more sucking, but that wasn't what the woman had in mind and 
instead, Janet found herself being pulled down on top of the naked woman and 
felt one of her firm young breasts being sucked into a wet, greedy mouth. 
Dinah sucked so hard that it hurt her a little, but it felt so good that 
Janet didn't complain and then Dinah added a little extra as, after she had 
fondled Janet's bottom for a while, she worked a finger into her crack, 
found the tight little anal ring and began moving the finger in and out, her 
mouth still sucking greedily. 

Looking to her left, Janet saw that Maria had her face buried in Cathy's 
crotch and she could hear the wet slurping sounds that so excited her. 

"Ooh, what a sweet, juicy sucker she is," Cathy panted. "I can feel juice 
running in the crack of my ass already. Oh what a beautiful cunt lapping. 
Yes, Maria, lash my cunt with that crazy tongue of yours. Oh Jesus, how you 
eat my cuntie." 

And then Dinah was going down on Janet whose crotch went wide open to 
welcome the invading face. Dinah lapped just as excitingly as Maria and it 
wasn't long before Janet was going over the edge and into a blazing heaven 
of orgasm while firm, silken thighs rubbed the woman's face. 

Before the foursome agreed that round one was over, Janet and Dinah had 
taken turns lapping each other, while beside them, Maria and Cathy had done 
the same. When they got up to take a cocktail break, all four sported 
excitingly wet crotches and while the older women poured the drinks, Janet 
explored the crack between Cathy's buttocks and found it very wet and 
slippery. 

"Does Maria ever fuck you up the asshole with a dildo?" Cathy asked Janet. 

"No. Does she do that to you?" 

"Yes, often. That's why she likes to make my crack so wet when she laps my 
cunt. I prefer getting fucked up the cunt as a rule, but she loves getting 
up my ass so much that I let her." 

"Do you fuck her up the ass and cunt as well?" 

"Sometimes, when I get lucky. Usually she does the fucking. How about you 
and Maria?" 

"We don't fuck up the ass, just the cunt and we take turns. She loves to 
suck my asshole and curl her tongue up it. I do the same to her and I love 
it. I love to feel my face buried between the cheeks of her ass, they're so 
firm and silky." 

"God, I've never had my hole tongued. It sounds like a lot of fun. Doesn't 
it taste of poop?" 

"No, not a bit. When we get a chance, I'll get my tongue up your hole and 
finger your cunt at the same time. I have a hunch you'll really like it. I 
know I'll love doing it to you that way." 

Drinks were served and the four chatted, their excitement continuing to 
build and then they went back to the bed where Dinah guided them into a 
thrilling daisy chain in which she fitted her face into Janet's crotch who 
in turn glued her mouth to Cathy's cunt, leaving Maria to be sucked by Cathy 
while she lapped Dinah. It was Janet's very first experience in a daisy 
chain and she loved the feel and the sounds of four women eating juicy 
crotch at the same time. 

After a long, strenuous evening of play, the four females went tiredly to 
bed and slept as though drugged. Cathy woke early and went to the kitchen to 
put water on four coffee. Hearing the sounds, Janet slipped quietly out of 
bed and hurried to meet her new friend. After a little kissing and fondling, 
they went to shower together, giggling as the shower became more than just a 
matter of bathing and refreshing their lovely young bodies. 

Back in the kitchen, they made the coffee, but when they found that the 
women were still sleeping, they agreed that they were interested in 
something stronger than coffee. 

Cathy sat on the edge of the kitchen table, Janet knelt before her and, 
after playing in the girl's crotch for a while, she fitted her mouth to the 
tender lips there and went on to give Cathy a lovely lapping. When climax 
came, it was strong and beautiful, but she managed to keep it as quiet as 
possible. 

"My turn now, Cathy?" Janet asked. 

"Remember what I told you yesterday about taking a tongue up your asshole? 
I'm in the mood if you are." 

"Oh yes. Christ, that sounds so exciting. Cathy. Are you sure you don't 
mind?" 

"Mind, schmind. I've fingered your little hole and I'm dying to curl my 
tongue up it for a nice reaming." 

"What do I do?" Janet asked, excitedly. 

"Just bend over and rest your hands on the seat of that chair. I'll do the 
rest. Oh honey," Cathy said as Janet positioned herself, "what a gorgeous 
ass you have. Relax now, I like to lick around a little first. Oh yes, I'm 
going to love this ream job, honey, and so will you." 

Holding Janet by the hips, Cathy kissed and licked her buttocks and thighs, 
then slowly licked up and down the deep, hairless crack while her partner 
trembled and panted, then Cathy was ready. 

She licked slowly up the crack until the tip of her tongue found the little 
pink ring, then she tickled it as Janet gasped with delight and couldn't 
keep her behind from swaying. And then the tongue curled into a roll and 
began to press. Catching her breath, Janet waited, then emitted a low cry as 
the tongue penetrated her anal ring. 

Janet felt the hands gripping her hips more tightly, then the rolled tongue 
was working in and out of her hole like an exciting penis. Behind her, she 
heard Cathy pant with passion and knew how much she was enjoying the game. 

But there was more to come and Janet discovered that as a hand worked into 
her crotch, rubbed warmly, then, as the reaming continued, a finger slipped 
between the pussy lips, found her clitoris and began stroking it. The two 
acts together caused Janet to groan with passion and when finger and tongue 
continued to work so excitingly, it was a new high in ecstasy for Janet. The 
darting tongue made her anus and rectum feel a little raw, but it was such 
an exciting feeling that she didn't want it to stop any more than she wanted 
the thrilling fingering to come to an end. 

But then came orgasm with the tongue still buried up her behind, causing 
Janet to wriggle her behind wildly as her hands slapped on the seat of the 
chair. 

"What a couple of horny little bitches we have here," Maria said from the 
doorway and the girls turned to see a pair of naked women watching and 
laughing. 

"Oh Maria, it's wonderful that way. I'm dying to do it to you. You will let 
me, won't you?" 

"Oh, I'll think about it. Right now though, I think I'd prefer coffee to 
reaming. I guess I'm old fashioned." 

They all laughed and poured coffee, then the four nudes sipped and chatted 
and laughed, watching and feeling each other and setting the stage for a day 
of almost non-stop lust. The rest of the week was much the same and when 
Janet and Maria returned to their home, they agreed that the vacation had 
been sensational and that it had given them new ideas to add spice to their 
already exciting relationship. 

In the years since then, Maria and Janet have enjoyed encounters with other 
lesbians, in singles and groups, but always, they have been more than 
content to return to the privacy of their relationship which continues to 
become more rewarding with each passing day, each year. Six years have 
passed now and with each new morning, Maria and Janet wake up together 
filled with all the excitement and love of a couple on a honeymoon. 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

"Oh, I'd play his organ all right," Roseann said and laughed. "First I'd 
play it by hand and then I'd play it as a mouth organ. After that, if he 
could get it up, I'd show him the first cunt he's ever seen." 

"Roseann," Mindy said, her expression a blend of shock and a desire to 
laugh, laughter eventually winning, "I know you're a nut, but now you've 
really flipped. All I'm asking you to do is play the organ at that silly 
church one Sunday at a time until they can find a regular organist." 

"So who's the nut now, Mindy? Can you see me in a fucking church?" 

"Not as easily as I could see you as Madam of a high class cat house, but 
this is different. Mother's pressuring the ass off me. She knows you're my 
best friend and the best organist in the city, maybe the state or the world 
or whatever. If you refuse me, she'll say I didn't try." 

"I'll tell her you tried. I'll tell her you even offered to kiss my ass, but 
that's it. Shit, if I stepped inside a church the bloody roof would 
collapse." 

"Roseann, have I ever refused you a favor?" 

"That's not fair, damn it. This is more than just a favor. What you're 
asking is a bloody, fucking perversion." 

Despite the sincerity of her tone, Roseann had a hunch that her friend was 
going to break her down, but she made up her mind that she wouldn't go down 
without a fight. It had been years since she'd seen the inside of a church 
and the thought of playing hymns at Sunday service was just too much to 
contemplate. 

Later, after they had about killed the bottle of wine, Roseann felt her 
resolve slipping. She couldn't really say no to her friend. 

"Damnit, Mindy, this crazy," she protested weakly. "I can't do it and yet I 
can't say no to you. All right, what if I break down and agree to do it. Is 
it okay if I get to that panty-waist person and screw the ass off him? Maybe 
if I did that, the whole thing wouldn't be such a perversion." 

"Hell, be my guest. I'd bet everything I own that not only has he never 
screwed, but that he's never even seen a cunt. By the way, do you mean 
that?" 

"I didn't mean it when I said it, but now that I think of it, it sounds 
great. Think about it. In the first place, I play the organ for hymns at 
some funny, secterian church," Roseann said and her friend saw a dreamy look 
in her eyes. "But not only do I play the organ, I also take off my panties 
and show him what a cunt looks like, then I take his cock out and fuck him 
silly. How old is he anyway, about twenty-two?" 

"Oh no, he just looks that young because he's so innocent about life. All he 
knows is what he reads in whatever bible they use in that weirdo group. Are 
you serious about wanting to fuck him?" 

"I'm serious in my own crazy way. I've often thought of how much fun it 
would be to seduce some innocent young boy, to take it off a little at a 
time and drive him right up the wall. In a way, your Reverend Cyril is a 
little boy, with the added advantage that he must have a man's cock and 
balls. The more I think about it, Mindy, the more I like the idea. Go ahead, 
tell your dear mother that I'll put on my most pious look and I'll play his 
organ for a few weeks anyway." 

They talked and laughed a while longer, then Mindy left. Alone in her 
apartment, Roseann thought about the crazy deal. It was surely crazy, she 
thought, and yet, the more she thought about it, the more exciting it 
became. 

Twenty-seven-year-old men weren't her "style, really. She was thirty-eight 
then, but because of her perfect skin, she could easily have passed for ten 
years younger. Roseann was a big woman, tall, big boned and well fleshed, 
but what there was of her was solid flesh, magnificently distributed. While 
that was enough to scare off some men, she was also intelligent, so much so 
that her brain, combined with her size, scared away most of the men she 
would consider acceptable. 

From time to time she lowered her standards enough to go to bed with a man 
and enjoy a lusty romp, but just then, she hadn't enjoyed that particular 
pleasure in some time and the thought of seducing a boyish looking, 
obviously innocent man of the cloth was just too much to resist. It would 
have been better, she thought, if he'd been a priest or a minister of a 
recognized church, still, he was a minister of sorts and that was something. 


When Roseann went to visit the minister, she changed out of her usual jeans 
and into a nice respectable dress. It was cut low enough so that he would 
have to be aware that she had a generously formed pair of breasts, yet it 
was not too daring, since she didn't want to scare him off in square one. 

Reverend Cyril had heard of her and was delighted to hear that she would 
consider filling in, even on a short term basis. That she didn't belong to 
his church, that she wasn't even a Christian, didn't bother him. He saw her 
as a convert as well as a magnificent organist. Playing the organ would be 
the first step, he felt piously confident. Exposed to the influence of his 
church, the compelling arguments of his sermons, it would be just a matter 
of time until she became a believer and then, of course, the permanent 
organist. She would draw many other people to his church and his 
congregation would grow. 

Reverend Cyril felt wild excitement and it wasn't until later, when he 
caught himself peeping at her cleavage, that he discovered, to his horror, 
that a great part of his excitement was physical. He silently promised his 
divine boss that he would say extra prayers that night, but even as he made 
the promise, he caught his eyes betraying him, straying back to the pure 
white valley and the big, firm, smooth portions of breasts he saw as she 
bent over the sheet music he had given her to look at. 

Aware of what was happening to the man, Roseann took a deep breath and felt 
her breasts rising strongly, giving him more to look at. She wondered if he 
was getting an erection, then told herself to stop rushing or she would 
scare him off. 

For the next three evenings, Roseann arrived dutifully at the church. She 
pretended to have a little difficulty playing the hymns, explaining why she 
needed more time to practise, but he was enthralled and assured her that her 
playing was beautiful and that the Lord would help her, when the time came. 

"Lord help you, baby," she said under her breath, "when you watch me taking 
my panties down, see my nice big tits swaying above your face, then when I 
take your hard prick out and play with it for you. When I open my cunt to 
let you stick your cock in, you won't want any help. You may shit your 
pants, but you're going to love it, reverend baby." 

And after each practice session they would talk. He was obviously captivated 
by the accomplished, confident woman and he didn't try to hide it. Rather 
than trying to convert her as he had planned, he found himself asking her 
questions and hanging on her every word. 

* * * 

Roseann explained that hers was a personal morality, a thing of her own by 
which she lived and that she would never exchange it for a pat set of rules. 
When she spokes of those who had learned theology without learning about 
life, she saw him blushing, then, lowering his voice, he admitted that what 
she said was true, that he knew nothing about life, that he had been 
strongly dominated by his mother, had gone from her to the divinity school 
and had never really lived in the world outside. 

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" she asked, her tone 
confidential. 

"No, of course not, my child," he replied and she resisted laughing. 

"Have you ever, uh, been with a woman?" 

"No," he replied quickly and blushed furiously. 

"Mind you, Reverend, I'm not telling you how to run your life, but I can't 
help wondering if your God would perhaps feel that you have wasted one of 
the most previous gifts He gave you." 

"I ... I really don't think so, my dear," he replied and she saw how 
flustered he was. "After all, the commandment does say thou shalt not commit 
adultery." 

"That's true," Roseann agreed, "but that was after all, one of the ten 
commandments and they come from the old testament, long before Christ lived. 
Christ, as I recall, talked about things like love and understanding and 
giving and sharing. Remember the parable about the foolish virgins?" 

"Please, Roseann," he pleaded, holding his hands up. "You play music so 
beautifully. Please leave the preaching to me." 

Deciding she had gone far enough for that session, she apologized though she 
knew she had gotten to him, then she left, assuring him that she would be 
ready for the Sunday evening service and that she would play her best for 
him. 

On Saturday, Roseann got a phone call from a man she dated from time to 
time. She had once told him that she would like to see stag movies sometime 
and he had called to invite her to a mixed party where a selection of them 
would be shown. 

"Not an orgy or anything like that," he assured her. "Just a party of 
interesting people, booze, laughs and a bunch of stag movies. Any sex that 
goes on, happens out of the place after the party's over." 

Roseann liked and trusted the friend and she accepted the offer. It struck 
her as being particularly funny that on Saturday night she would attend a 
party with stag films and the next day, would look her most pious as she 
played the church organ. 

The party turned out to be fun. Roseann knew a few of the people there and 
it was a good party, one of those that took off and flew. A few people 
smoked grass, most were relatively straight, some of the males looking 
almost buttoned down by I.B.M. 

When the movies began, the room was in total darkness. There were the usual 
loud comments, some labored breathing and Roseann guessed that she and her 
escort were not the only ones who were stealing a few feels. 

The first few movies were reasonably well produced, Roseann thought, but 
from being erotic masterpieces, but the next one caught her and turned her 
on so strongly that she found herself panting, trying to hide the sound. 

It began with a big woman dressed in a police uniform. She was built much 
along Roseann's lines and Roseann found herself able to identify with the 
woman at once. She became even more able to identify as she saw the woman 
walk into a room where a teenaged boy waited, looking very nervous. He was 
blonde, good looking and in so many ways, he reminded her of the minister 
she was so determined to seduce. At once, Roseann cast herself in the role 
of the policewoman and the cleric in the role of the nervous youth. 

Although there was no sound with the film, Roseann was easily able to 
provide her own dialogue as the woman scolded the youth who trembled in fear 
before her, then she opened the drawer of a night table and withdrew a hair 
brush, an old-fashioned wooden backed one and brandished it before the youth 
as she scolded him some more. 

She spoke again and the youth began to undress. He went on until he was 
naked. By then, in Roseann's mind, he was totally the minister and she was 
the policewoman. It was so much more than a movie, it had become total 
reality and she was so aroused that when her escort slowly worked one hand 
up a thigh until it reached her crotch, she sensed a strong orgasm could 
flash within seconds and warned herself to keep from screaming if that 
happened. 

Putting the brush down, the woman in the film slowly removed her jacket and 
blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She looked stunning in bra and 
panties, along with a black garter belt, black nylons and high heeled black 
shoes. 

Sensing Roseann's sudden arousal, her escort rubbed hotly on the crotch of 
her panties, but she was only vaguely aware of that as she stared at the 
screen. 

Seeming to protest and plead, the youth reluctantly draped his naked body 
across her thighs as the woman sat on a chair, then she picked up the brush 
and began spanking him. There was nothing phony about the spanking, Roseann 
saw, as each slap with the back of the brush added to the bright red 
coloration of his upturned buttocks. While he took the spanking, the youth 
cried and squirmed, but did not try to get off her lap. 

When the spanking finished, the youth leaped to his feet and rubbed his 
blazing buttocks with both hands while the woman took her bra off and, after 
playing with her big breasts a little, she called him to her, put a hand on 
the back of his head and fed a breast into his mouth. Seeming to forget 
about the obvious sting in his behind, he. sucked and fondled both her 
breasts and then, on command, dropped to his knees. 

Turning her back to him, the woman slowly pushed down her panties and posed 
with her bare behind close to his face, then she turned and spoke to him. 
Instantly her sobbing victim began covering her behind with kisses and then 
licked up and down the crack between the white hills. 

The woman took her bottom away from his face, turned to look down at him, 
then rubbed a hand in her crotch as she spoke to him and he shook his head 
in obvious refusal. With that, she picked up the brush again and he seemed 
to plead with her. 

Walking to the bed, she lay on her back, her legs wide apart and spoke to 
him again. This time, he got on the bed, knelt between her legs and stared 
into her crotch where she held the lips of her vulva apart with the tips of 
her long, well manicured fingers as she gave him an order. 

When he hesitated, she gave him a half dozen stinging smacks with the back 
of the brush, then he looked into her face pleadingly, paused, then lowered 
his face into her crotch and began sucking. 

Oral sex was something Roseann loved and as she watched the youth lapping, 
she realized that she was on the verge of orgasm. Steeling herself, she 
allowed it to happen without making a sound as her escort stopped rubbing 
and held his hand warmly on her crotch. 

On the screen, the woman climaxed, then got up and had the youth lie on his 
back. His penis was strongly erect as he lay, looking up adoringly at the 
woman, then she mounted him, kneeling astride his body, moved her knees 
apart, then slowly lowered herself until she was impaled on his penis. 

The camera showed a variety of exciting angles as the woman, the brush still 
in her hand, rode her victim, her big, naked breasts swaying, until she 
ground down on his and gave the impression of climaxing strongly again. When 
she raised her body, his penis fell out of her, looking soft and spent, very 
wet, as though he too had climaxed. As the film ended, the youth was lying 
face down on the bed and the woman began spanking him again, while his legs 
kicked and his fists beat out a pained rhythm on the bed. 

"That spanking scene really turned you on, didn't it?" her escort asked as 
they sat naked in her apartment later, sipping drinks after a lusty bout of 
intercourse. 

"More than I would have dreamed," she admitted. "I've never played that 
game, but one day I'm going to. In fact, I have just the male in mind for 
the role." 

They continued sipping their drinks and as Roseann let her mind drift to the 
innocent, boyish minister, she felt a surge of arousal building in her. With 
her hands and mouth, she revived her partner and he didn't object when she 
asked him to lie on his back. While she rode him strongly, there was a 
completely different man under her, a shy young male, a cleric who was going 
to play the role of the youth in the movie, even though he couldn't have 
known it at that time. 

* * * 

Roseann's first performance at the church was a smash. The congregation was 
wildly enthusiastic and Cyril was even more so as he begged her to consider 
taking on the task on a permanent basis. While she didn't actually refuse 
flatly, Roseann made it clear to him that it was extremely doubtful. 

Confident that she would make her dream come true, she visited the church 
often to practise and, in line with what she had planned, she made the tape 
recordings of her playing so that they would be ready when the time came to 
make her big move. 

And there were many conversations with the minister as well. In the course 
of them, he became more and more passive as he listened to her philosophy of 
life. Gradually, the minister was falling under the spell of the woman and 
she carefully continued setting him up. More and more, he sought her 
gropings and seemed to accept them. 

Probing deftly, Roseann learned that, as she had suspected, his mother's 
influence on him had been such that nothing to which he had ever been 
exposed had been able to shake it. Although she had been dead more than five 
years, Cyril was still totally under her influence. All she had to do, 
Roseann decided, was continue to establish her dominance over him until he 
was not just ready, but eager to accept her as a mother figure, but with one 
basic difference in that, rather than merely being submissive to her, he 
would be sexually submissive and she would use him much as a woman used a 
dildo, turning him on and off as she pleased, recharging his batteries when 
it suited her and leaving him to rest in the drawer when she didn't require 
his services. More and more, as she guided the cleric into her web, Roseann 
became excited. Until that point in her life, sex had been a fun thing on a 
time to time basis and a rather conventional thing, but there were times 
when she felt herself trembling with anticipation, sensing that when she 
claimed her hard earned prize, sex would take on a whole new meaning, that 
she would become both a gourmet and a gourmand, a Catherine the Great 
without the brutality, since the sex spankings she planned for her students 
could hardly qualify as brutality. 

And then she was closing in on her prey so swiftly and so surely that she 
could feel the excitement not just in her mind and in her crotch, but in her 
knees as well. It was on the brink of happening. There was less organ 
playing and more conversation, her tapes playing the music to fill the 
locked church with sound while they talked, she becoming more and more 
assured, he drifting farther into the boyish, innocent, dependent role she 
wanted for him. 

"Oh yes, Mummy spanked me often ... Yes, it would sting and I would cry, but 
there was something about it ... there was a closeness ... She was so 
important to me ... Yes, there are times when I feel so alone, so inadequate 
... " 

And then he was listening attentively, hanging on her every word as she 
spoke. 

" ... man and woman relationship ... His natural way ... The soul is a part 
of the whole plan, but without knowledge of the body, it's partial knowledge 
... You show tremendous promise, but you must unlock yourself to life ... 
You can't do that without a knowing, good woman to guide you ... What lies 
ahead for you is in your own hands, Cyril ... " 

When the time came that she knew Cyril was ready for the seduction she had 
planned, Roseann still delayed that precious moment, choosing to make him 
wait one more night, sensing that he wasn't sleeping well, that nervousness 
and anticipation were driving him crazy, and then she knew the time had 
come. That evening, when she went to the church, her handbag contained from 
an antique comb and brush set for which she had paid twenty dollars. She had 
thrown the comb into the garbage. 

Recalling the movie that had so turned her on, Roseann had dressed carefully 
for the seduction, black bra and panties, black garter belt and nylons, 
shiny black pumps. 

As she sat at the organ and began to play, she made sure that the hem of her 
skirt was high enough to display her nylon sheathed thighs. Instead of 
playing hymns, she played from the classics, gentle, moody music, filled 
with feeling. And then she stopped, turned to face him and, as she smiled 
warmly at the already trembling young man, she turned on the tape recorder 
and got to her feet, noticing him guiltily stealing yet another glimpse of 
her thighs, this time, she ensured, a glimpse of expanded nylon tops and 
smooth white thigh. 

"Come with me now, Cyril," she told him, her voice warm, her tone dominant. 
"It's time for us to begin." 

Picking up her handbag with her left hand, she gave him her right and he 
took it with the eagerness of a boy, a very little boy going for a walk with 
his mummy. They walked to the rest room at the back of the church where she 
had seen a room furnished with a bed, an armless chair and a dresser. The 
setting, she knew, would be perfect, her victim was so ready that he could 
barely walk and she felt his hand wet in hers. Weeks of careful planning had 
reached fruition. Under the bed, Roseann had previously placed another tape 
recorder with a high fidelity tape at the ready. The press of a silent 
switch would activate the machine. 

"Wh ... what are you going to do, Roseann?" he asked, his voice breaking as 
she closed the door behind them to secure their private little world. 

Turning on as stern an expression as she could manage under the 
circumstances while her heart was singing erotic songs, Roseann calmly put 
her handbag down on the dresser, opened it, removed the brush and showed it 
to him. 

"It's time, Cyril," she told him and rubbed the back of the brush over the 
palm of her left hand. 

"Yes, Mummy," he said and she saw his wet eyes shining. "You're going to 
spank me on my bare bum." 

"Yes, dear, I am going to spank you. I'm going to take you over my lap and 
spank your bum with my brush, but I'm not your mummy. You will call me 
Auntie Roseann." 

"Yes, Auntie Roseann," he replied and she saw him trembling violently, saw 
beads of perspiration stand out on his forehead. 

Sitting on the chair, Roseann crossed her legs with care, making sure that 
as the trembling male looked down, he was able to see white, smooth thigh 
above the top of a nylon. 

"Strip to the waist, Cyril," she commanded. "Hurry. I shall not tolerate any 
delay." 

His fingers trembling, Cyril removed his jacket and allowed it to drop to 
the floor in a gesture she felt sure was very uncharacteristic, then his 
trembling fingers were wrestling with the buttons of his shirt. It took 
time, but then the shirt was off and he was pulling a singlet over his head. 


His skin was smooth and boyish, hairless, so smooth that it was almost 
girlish. 

"Come here, Cyril and stand between my legs while I bare your behind for the 
spanking I'm going to give you." 

As he approached her, Roseann uncrossed her legs, raised the hem of her 
dress higher, then parted her knees wide so that as he looked down, he saw 
nylon tops, white, firm looking thighs and just a teasing glimpse of the 
crotch of black nylon panties which snugged warmly in her crotch. 

"Please don't make me be bare, Mum ... I mean Auntie Roseann. You'll see ... 
I ... " 

"I know what I'm going to see, Cyril," she told him as she unfastened his 
belt, very aware of the big bulge in the front of his pants. 

She slowly slid the zipper all the way down to see the bulge more clearly, 
then slowly pulled his trousers down until they fell around his ankles. 
Pausing to let his arousal build, her hands went up to his waist, caught his 
shorts and slowly pulled them down. As she did, she was barely able to 
stifle her gasp of amazement. Roseann had known he had an erection, but she 
hadn't known that it was the biggest penis she had ever seen, estimating 
that it measured about eight or nine inches. While the rest of him was 
little boy, that and the equipment which hung heavily below the base of the 
weapon, was all man, more man than she had ever seen and she knew that when 
she impaled herself on it, she was going to be stretched as no man had ever 
stretched her, but her reaction was delight, not fear. 

"I'm sorry, Auntie Roseann," he stammered, tears in his voice as well as in 
his eyes. "I can't help it," he added as he tried to hide his member with 
his hands. 

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Cyril," she told him, her tone stern but 
without anger. "Put your hands at your sides and let your cock stand out as 
it should. God gave you that splendid cock and you have been a foolish boy 
in wasting it by pulling at it with your hand rather than using it as He 
intended." 

"How ... how did you know?" he asked, looking startled. 

"I know, that's enough," she told him, then she took the massive penis in 
her right hand, squeezed it gently, then moved her hand slowly up and down, 
feeling the skin moving easily over the shaft. "This is how you pull 
yourself, isn't it?" 

"Y ... yes. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I try not to, but I get this funny 
feeling and I can't stop." 

"I understand, Cyril and it's time I taught you all about life. Move back 
two steps now and keep your hands on your hips." 

"Yes, Auntie Roseann," he said meekly as he obeyed. "What are you going to 
do?" 

"Spanking is very warm work, Cyril and I'm going to give you a good 
spanking. I'm going to take my dress off so I won't sweat too much. It's 
been a long time since you've been spanked, hasn't it?" 

"Oh yes," he replied eagerly as though hungering for the promised spanking 
that would take him back to the almost forgotten security of childhood. 

"Watch carefully," Roseann told him as she opened the top of her dress, 
pushed it down to her waist and saw his eyes go wide at the sight of her in 
the bulging black bra. 

Roseann paused, then pushed the dress down over her hips, allowed it to fall 
around her feet, then she stepped out of it and stood with her hands on her 
hips. After a few seconds, she turned, bent to pick up her dress, 
unhurriedly, and she heard the labored breathing behind her, guessing that 
Cyril was seeing more of woman than he ever had, knowing what the sight was 
doing to him. 

Picking up the brush, she sat on the chair, her thighs parted so that he 
could see the crotch of her panties, then she called him to her. As he 
approached, she reached out and captured his hard, throbbing penis in her 
left hand. It was throbbing so strongly that she feared she would lose it to 
a splattering of semen all over her body, so Roseann lowered her hand to cup 
and fondle the heavy sac below and then she moved the hand around him to 
fondle a buttock that was girlishly smooth, totally hairless and nicely 
firm. As she played, she saw his penis straining, watched the skin peel 
farther back to reveal fully a gloriously big head. As she thought of how 
that big head would stretch her as it pushed up her vaginal passage, she 
trembled and made a note in her mind to ensure that she had him lubricate 
her with a thorough sucking and licking before she took it in. 

"You really need this spanking I'm going to give you, don't you, Cyril?" 
Roseann asked as she caressed the firm, smooth nether cheek. 

"Oh yes, Aunti Roseann, oh yes ... yes. I need it. It's been so long, 
Aunti." 

"Take a good look at my tits, Cyril," she told him as lust consumed her. 
"Look inside my bra and see my lovely, white tits, then look down at my 
tummy, my panties and my nice big thighs, then lie down over my lap with 
your bare bum turned up for your spanking." 

As he obeyed, he wiped tears from his eyes so that he could see properly, 
Roseann patted the crotch of her black nylon panties, then patted her right 
thigh with the brush. 

"Come, Cyril, lie down on Auntie's lap now and have a nice, hard spanking. 
Auntie is going to make you cry now." 

"Oh Auntie ... oh my little bum-bum," he sobbed as both his hands rubbed his 
buttocks, then he meekly lowered himself onto her waiting thighs and she 
felt his body jerk as though in the convulsion of electrical shock. She felt 
her own body jerk at the contact and felt searing heat flaring inside the 
crotch of her panties. 

"There now, my naughty little boy," Roseann said as she put the brush down 
and played with the silken buttocks as he squirmed and she felt his penis 
throbbing, "just lie over my lap while I get ready to spank your bum-bum. 
Auntie's going to give you a nice spanking and make you pretty little rear 
end all hot and tingly. Go ahead and cry like a little boy. Auntie doesn't 
mind if you cry." 

To Roseann's delight, he began sobbing and she felt his body rubbing subtly 
on her thighs. She considered the clear danger that he would ejaculate 
before the spanking was over, but that didn't bother her. Later, she would 
make him stiff again and would complete the seduction. She owned him, body 
and soul, she felt sure, and she could do what she wanted to him when she 
wanted to, could do anything and make him adore her and beg for more. 

For the first time, Roseann thought beyond the seduction and considered 
keeping Cyril in captivity, using him for life, if she chose, to satisfy her 
every whim, teaching him to love the role of permanent sex servant. Seeing 
how anxious Cyril was for her to commence the spanking, she decided to make 
him wait while she played with his buttocks and allowed her mind to play 
games of its own. Later, perhaps, when he was well trained, she would offer 
to allow Mindy to join in the erotic activities she had in mind, to have the 
boy-man serve them both in any way they chose. She had a strong hunch that 
her friend would be as delighted as she, with the exciting young man. 

"Oh Auntie ... Auntie ... Auntie," the young man panted and Roseann felt him 
rubbing anxiously over her thighs, showing her how desperately he wanted his 
spanking. 

"Keep still, you naughty boy," she scolded and slapped a buttock stingingly. 


As she lifted her hand away, she saw the pink marks of palm and fingers. 
Excited by the sight, she changed her plan. 

"Just for that, you naughty little boy," she told him, "Auntie is going to 
warm up your bum cheeks with her hand, then give you a good spanking with 
the back of her brush." 

He emitted a little cry, but she heard ecstasy in the sound as she gripped 
him with her left arm, raised her right hand and began spanking. With each 
slap, her hand seemed to bounce off the firm, smooth cheeks and each contact 
of open hand and plump nether cheek produced a thrilling sound that rang 
through the room, filling her mind and her crotch with excitement the like 
of which she had never known. She kept spanking in a steady, unhurried 
rhythm, her hand going from cheek to cheek, smacking heat and color into the 
man's bare behind. But there were other sounds that were no less exciting, 
sounds of crying and sobbing and moans that were expressions of passion 
which knew no bounds. 

As she went on spanking, Roseann felt arousal mounting to the point where 
she thought she would scream. Her breasts seemed to expand to the point 
where her bra made her uncomfortable and she wished she had taken it off, 
but at the time, she was too busy smacking the plump behind of the crying, 
writhing boy man who lay so submissively across her warm lap. 

Roseann happened to look down and see the brush lying on the floor beside 
her, then she looked at his buttocks and saw that they had been smacked a 
thrillingly uniform pink. There was no reason to be rushing things, she told 
herself, so with the next spank, she paused and began fondling the red 
cheeks, delighting in the heat she felt there, trembling as she heard his 
childish crying and sobbing and felt that his penis still was hard and 
throbbing with desire. 

"There now, my naughty little boy," Roseann told Cyril, "your little bare 
bum-bum is nice and pink. I'm going to let you lie there for a little while, 
then I'll pick up my brush and give you the rest of your spanking. Is your 
bum-bum hot and tingly, dear?" 

"Oh yes, Auntie ... yes ... yes ... yes," he panted and rubbed hotly over 
her lap, obviously eager for more of the same. 

Picking up the brush, Roseann checked her watch, saw that there was plenty 
of time left on the tape, then began to rub the smooth wood over his glowing 
behind. The warm pink flush thrilled her, but she promised herself she would 
turn that to glowing red and then the sight would be even more thrilling. 

Roseann wanted to tease him and herself by waiting a while longer before 
resuming the spanking, but that was too much, she discovered so, patting his 
cheeks a few times with the back of the brush, she caught her breath, raised 
her arm and began spanking him. 

The smooth wood of the brush produced a lovely sound at each smack and her 
eager victim cried more loudly than he had during the preliminary spanking, 
but she knew he was shedding happy tears so she allowed the sounds to 
stimulate her to the point where she began spanking harder, causing him to 
cry more loudly, squirm more violently, yet she noticed that each time she 
raised the brush, he seemed to bring his behind up to meet the next stinging 
smack. 

Roseann could have gone on spanking indefinitely, but she saw that his 
buttocks had become more than just red. Most of the area was wearing a dark 
red sheen, but there were purple marks which she knew were bruises and that 
told her that she was going to have to stop. 

"Hold still now, you naughty boy," she panted. "Auntie is almost finished 
spanking your bare bum-bum. Just one more nice hard spank on each cheek, 
like ... uh ... this ... uh ... and ... uh ... this." 

The final spank delivered, she dropped the brush and her right hand hurried 
to his blazing behind to play with the hot cheeks, rubbing and squeezing and 
patting as the victim cried and panted and rubbed hotly across her thighs, 
amazing her with his ability to keep the erection through the long, stinging 
spanking. She would have guessed that either the sting of the smacking would 
have softened it, or that lust and excitement Over such a prolonged period 
would have let him ejaculate on her lap. Still, she was delighted by the 
fact of his erection which would permit her to move to the next step in the 
seduction of the innocent young man. 

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and took the garment off, both 
hands rubbing breasts which welcomed the release from captivity. Almost 
instantly, her nipples got hard, turned red and elongated as though they 
were being sucked by an ardent lover. 

"Oh Auntie, Auntie," he sobbed, "are you finished so soon?" 

"No, Cyril," she replied, delighted, "I'm far from finished. I'm going to 
play with your hot ass for just a little while and then I'm going to teach 
you some more lessons. You have a lot to learn, you naughty little boy." 

As she played with his bottom, Roseann checked her watch and saw that while 
there was still time on the tape, it would be a good idea to turn it over 
and use the fresh side for the second round. Ordering him to stand, she sent 
him to stand in the corner. He obeyed meekly and while he stood there, his 
face pressed right into the corner, she hurriedly turned the tape over and 
restarted the machine. But while the tape recorder was ready for the second 
round, her body was even more ready as she confirmed by standing and rubbing 
a hand slowly in her crotch, feeling the moisture and heat of her vulva 
through the thin fabric. 

* * * 

Going to sit on the edge of the bed, Roseann called Cyril to her and as he 
turned, wiping his eyes, he gaped at the sight of her naked breasts. 

"So you like my tits, do you, Cyril?" she asked and fondled them as he 
stared. "I'm going to find out right now just how much you like them. Come 
here and kneel at my feet." 

Trembling, he did so, then she caught his wrists in both hands and raised 
his hands to her breasts. Without needing further orders, he began fondling 
the lovely big breasts, his touch gentle despite his wild arousal as he 
explored and rubbed and patted. 

"Have you never seen or felt tits before?" she asked as his hands remained 
busy and her nipples felt harder, more sensitive. 

"Oh no ... no ... never. Oh Auntie, they're so lovely." 

"Here," she told him as she took the hand off her left breast and held it 
herself, cupping it from below, "take my tit in your mouth and suck on it. 
Suck very gently, Cyril. Don't you dare hurt my beautiful big tit or I'll 
burn skin off your ass, I warn you. That's it ... that's the way to suck my 
tit. Yes, Cyril, take a little more in your mouth ... more ... suck more tit 
inside ... that's it ... There now ... let it out and just suck on the 
nipple ... yes, that's the way ... yes." 

Without keeping track of time, Roseann gave him a long, exciting lesson in 
sucking breasts, a lesson that went on until her breasts felt raw and she 
told him to stop. The young man did so, but as he knelt before her, his 
tongue licked out over his lips and she saw that he wanted more. 

"Yes, Cyril," she told him as she stood, "I'll give you more to suck. I've 
got something nice and juicy and hot and soft here inside my panties. You're 
going to do a lovely job of sucking it. You've never seen a cunt in your 
life, have you?" she asked, her hand rubbing hotly, the nylon moist. 

"Oh no. Please, Auntie, let me see your cunt? Let me look right at it and 
touch it and everything, please." 

"Take my panties down, Cyril," she told him as she stood, her hands holding 
her breasts. "Take my panties right off and I'll show you my cunt, how to 
lick it and suck it, how to find all the rich, tasty juice a woman has in 
her cunt when it's hot and horny." 

His hands trembled as they went to the waistband of her panties, then he 
tugged the garment down and gasped aloud as he stared at her beautifully 
rounded mons veneris and the triangle of curly pubic hair which only 
partially shrouded it. 

"Is that your ... cu ... cunt?" he asked, stammering. 

"No, Cyril, that's just my pussy bush. Give it a nice kiss and then take my 
panties off. I'll show you my cunt when I'm ready." 

He brought his lips gingerly to the firm mount to kiss it and as he did, she 
held the back of his head, rubbing it and pulling his face more firmly 
against her, then she released him and ordered him to take her panties off 
at once. 

Obediently, he stripped the garment down her legs and she rested a hand on 
his shoulder as she stepped out of the panties. Seeing that he was still 
hobbled by the pants and shorts around his ankles, she told him to take them 
off and then he was naked. 

Roseann kept her thighs pressed together as she sat on the edge of the bed 
and had him kneel again. As he did, his stiff penis swayed, the sight of it 
seeming to cause her vulva to pucker in anticipation. 

"Yes, Cyril, I'm going to lie back and open my crotch and show you my cunt. 
I'm going to allow you to touch it gently," she went on, "and then I'm going 
to teach you how to suck and lick a cunt. You want to learn that, don't 
you?" 

"Yes, Auntie, I want it. Oh Auntie, I've never seen a cunt in my whole life. 
Oh Auntie Roseann, I've never felt so good in my whole life." 

"Where do you feel good, Cyril?" she asked, loving the way she had turned 
him so totally into a trembling little boy. "I want you to say the words. 
Where, Cyril?" 

"In my bum, where you spanked me and in my ... my cock and everywhere and in 
my eyes too and all over." 

"That's nice, Cyril and now you're going to feel even better. You're going 
to see my cunt and you'll feel it and kiss it and suck it and get your 
tongue way inside and lick it until I tell you to stop. Get ready, Cyril," 
she told him as she fell back across the bed. "Get ready to see a nice soft, 
hot, juicy cunt. Here it comes, Cyril, see my cunt, look," she said as she 
raised her legs back over her body and parted them wide. "There it is, 
Cyril, there is my cunt." 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " he panted as though they were the only words he 
knew. 

"Touch it, Cyril," she commanded. "Touch my lovely, soft, juicy cunt, but be 
very gentle." 

"She felt a hand on the back of her left thigh and braced herself for the 
next touch. There was a pause and then it came, the tips of his fingers 
lightly brushing over the lips of her vulva. 

"Now, Cyril, now," she commanded, her voice rising as her desire rose to 
fever pitch, "get your mouth on my hot cunt and start sucking. Suck up my 
tasty cunt juice with your mouth and your tongue." 

She felt his breath in her crotch, her body jerked in anticipation and then, 
with a little cry, he backed away and sat on his haunches. 

"I can't," he told her with a sob. "I can't do it. I just can't." 

"So that's the way it is, is it?" Roseann said angrily as she sat up, found 
her hair brush, then pulled him roughly onto the bed, face down. 

Her arm flashed with the speed of a well oiled machine as she slapped his 
already bruised buttocks with all her strength. She had gotten him so close 
that his refusal at the last moment triggered rage that was not to be 
controlled. 

"You'll suck my cunt, you nasty little prick. I'm going to hammer your ass 
until you grovel at my feet and beg me to let you go down on me and eat my 
cunt, damn you. Keep that bare ass right where it is. I'm going to teach you 
who's boss around here if I have to beat the ass right off you." 

Wild with arousal, she rained stinging blows on his behind and he screamed 
and writhed, but she held him down with a strong hand on the small of his 
back. She saw how bruised and battered his buttocks had become, but she was 
determined that he wasn't going to back down after she had gotten him that 
close to the destination she had selected for him. 

While she belabored his already outraged behind, she was aware of his loud 
crying and of a medley of pained sounds, but then she became aware of 
something else, of specific words, words spoken painfully. 

"I'll do it, Auntie, I'll do it ... please ... please ... I'll suck your 
cunt ... I'll do it, Auntie ... please ... oh ... my bum ... my bum-bum ..." 


A smile spread across her face, the brush dropped from her hand, then she 
was lying across the bed again, thighs wide apart, her vagina churning with 
heat and desire. He was still crying as he dropped to his knees and she felt 
tears trickling down her thighs and onto her buttocks and then his mouth was 
on her vulva and she moaned loudly. 

It was a tentative touch at first, then his mouth came down harder, he began 
sucking greedily and then he sent his tongue into her slit and she went to a 
heaven he had never preached about in his sermons. She urged him on, guiding 
him until his tongue was where she wanted it, curling around her sensitized 
clitoris. He had been licking only a short time before Roseann discovered 
yet another heaven, one through which she rocketed in magnificent orgasm. 

A little later, when she opened her eyes, she saw Cyril, sitting back on his 
haunches, licking his lips in obvious delight. Her little boy had discovered 
a brand new candy and he loved the flavor of it. 

The spasms had stopped for her with the passing of the delicious hunger, but 
there was still a hunger deep in her crotch and only one thing could reach 
it. Looking down at Cyril, she saw that the necessary tool was more than 
ready, so she turned around and lay along the bed, then had him come and 
kneel astride her naked body. She liked the way he looked, his big penis 
throbbing, but then she recalled the way she had planned originally and 
decided to stick with that plan. 

Seconds later, Cyril was lying on his back and she knelt astride him, 
feeling the massive member brushing against an inner thigh. Reaching down, 
she held it in a firm grip, then began lowering herself to meet it. 

"This is it, Cyril," she told him. "This is going to be the real thing. This 
is the big moment in every man's life, the moment he first puts his cock in 
the cunt of a woman for that magic first fuck. Lie still while I fuck my 
little boy, Cyril. Lie still and feel that wild tingling in your ass while I 
make your big cock feel the kind of tingle a hot cunt can produce." 

Roseann lowered herself slowly until she felt the big head at the slit 
between her crotch lips. She paused with it there, rubbed gently on it and 
heard him gasp, then she let her body down again and groaned as the swollen 
head of his long organ stretched her slit as it pushed inside. It felt so 
big that she couldn't believe it and then she began pressing down on him in 
a series of short pushes, each one sending more and more of the beautiful 
bone into her body. 

And then it was all inside her and she groaned and panted, she gave him a 
slow riding, loving the feel of every hard inch of his member in her vagina. 


Roseann wasn't surprised when, after what seemed to be no more than a couple 
of minutes, he gasped, groaned, his body tensed and then she pressed down 
hard and ground her behind on him while his semen spurted up into her hot 
depths and she drained him and left him weak. 

* * * 

She went back to visit him the following evening and found him so eager to 
see her that he could barely talk, yet he told her, stumbling over the words 
that he had something important to tell her. She made him wait until he had 
gained at least a measure of control and then he told her, his words pouring 
out that he didn't want to be a minister any longer, that all he wanted for 
the rest of his life was to serve her in any and every way she chose, to be 
her servant, her slave, especially if she would beat him often and keep him 
obedient to his excitingly dominant aunt. 

"This comes as quite a surprise, Cyril," she lied. "I'll have to think about 
it, but I must admit it does sound like an idea that could work." 

"Do you mean it?" he asked eagerly. "Will you really try to consider it?" 

"Yes, I'll do that. Tell me, Cyril, what would you think of having two 
dominant aunties to serve, in every way?" 

"Two?" 

"Yes, Cyril, two. You see, I have a friend, an attractive woman whose tastes 
are pretty much like mine. We both happen to be financially independent and 
have been thinking of finding a nice little farm where we could breed dogs, 
do some market gardening and that sort of thing. If you came along, you'd 
have plenty of work to do." 

"Oh, I'd love that. I'd work hard. I promise. Would your friend accept me or 
would she think I'm crazy? I'd be so good and obedient to her too and I'd 
take my spankings from her as well as from you. Will you please tell her all 
about me?" 

"I don't need to, Cyril. I tape recorded our session yesterday. When I 
played it for her, she was madly excited. She'd just love to be your co-aunt 
with me." 

"Oohhh, this is too good to be true," he said with a little squeal of 
delight. 

"Mind you, Cyril, there will be times when she and I will entertain male 
friends at our farm. When I say that we'll entertain, I mean all the way. 
You'll see and hear us romping in the nude, playing, fucking and all that. 
It must be very clear that you will show no jealousy." 

"Oh, I promise, I promise. When can I meet your nice friend?" 

"I'll phone her and she'll be here a little later with a nice brush to spank 
you. Tell me something, Cyril, have you ever had sexual relations with 
males?" 

"Yes," he replied, shyly, "but since I met you, I know how much better it is 
with women. I'll never do anything with a male again?" 

"Suppose I ordered you to, Cyril? Just suppose that from time to time, Mindy 
or I ordered you to suck a man's cock or get down on all fours and let him 
fuck you up the ass. What about that?" 

"Yes. I'll always do everything you tell me to do," he assured her. "Please, 
will the two of you spank me when your friend gets here?" 

"Yes, Cyril, we'll both spank your bare ass and we'll begin your training as 
our sex servant. You'll have a lot to learn." 

"Oh yes, yes, I'm so anxious to begin my new life now. Please call her right 
now, Auntie, please." 

"All right, Cyril. Take my panties off and suck on my cunt while I phone 
her. She'll be here in a few minutes and then we'll both go to work on you. 
Take your cock out first." 

Cyril did so and she saw that it was magnificently hard. He took her panties 
off and as she sat on the edge of a chair, he knelt and hurried his face 
into her crotch. 

"Do hurry over here with the brush, Mindy," Roseann told her friend who had 
answered the phone on the first ring. Our naughty nephew is eating my cunt 
right now, his big, hard rod is throbbing and he needs his bare ass well 
spanked. Oh dear, do remember to bring your cunt with you. Little Cyril will 
be careful to take very good care of it." 

Minutes later, Mindy arrived, they locked the door behind her and all three 
began an exciting new life that is still all they had hoped for and more. It 
is difficult to attempt to measure degrees of happiness, but of the three, 
I'd dare to say that Cyril is the happiest. His smile has become almost 
permanent, even when he lies across firm, smooth thighs and cries through a 
sound spanking after having performed a wide range of very intimate services 
on his two aunts and while he looks forward to many more such acts of erotic 
servility. 

CASE HISTORY SIX 

Relaxing at her brother's farm had seemed like a good idea to Madge. She had 
weathered the shock of finding out that her husband was a homosexual and had 
rejected her for a man. Then there had been the divorce, the decision to 
quit her job and take time out to get reoriented. 

It had seemed like an excellent idea and it was working, even though at that 
moment, as she lay in the hayloft of the barn, relaxing was out of the 
question. Through a crack in the floor boards, she was peering down, 
watching her nephew, thirteen-year-old Harry, who stood with his pants and 
shorts around his ankles. The fact of his nudity alone wouldn't have been 
all that exciting, but what was highly exciting to her was that he had his 
stiff little penis buried in a young lamb. At first, the animal had 
protested loudly at the outrage to her person, but as he humped away, she 
had stopped bawling and was taking it with almost stoic calm. 

Except for the odd bout of masturbation, Madge had not been involved in sex 
for some months, but suddenly, an old familiar hunger flared hotly between 
her thighs, the kind of hunger that had been there during the many 
frustrating nights when, naked, she had lain beside her husband, ardently 
trying to stiffen his penis, to bring him to a sufficient state of arousal 
to give her what she so wanted and needed. 

Instinct ordered her to get a hand in her crotch and feed the churning need 
she felt there, but reason told her that getting her jeans and panties out 
of the way would be too much and that should she make any sound at all, she 
may disturb the young animal lover. 

Just then, she heard him panting and grunting, then he was pulling the 
animal back against him and his body jerked strongly, silently telling her 
that he was shooting his big charge into the no longer innocent Iamb. 

She watched as the lad allowed his spent member to soak in the vaginal 
orifice of his partner for a minute or so and then he withdrew it, paused to 
examine it, wiped it off on the wool of his mate of the moment, then pulled 
his clothes up and hurried from the barn, leaving Madge the privacy she 
needed to kneel up, tug her jeans and panties down and then her finger was 
doing pretty much what the boy had done with the lamb. 

It worked even better for Madge than it had for the lamb, since it produced 
a strong orgasm which caused her bare behind to jerk wildly as she knelt 
with her hand in the captivity of her warm thighs. When it was over, she 
remained kneeling for a little while, feeling sweat trickle down her body, 
then she pulled her clothes up and fastened her jeans. 

Madge still felt excitement, wondered why, then there was a distinct shock 
as she found the answer. Any boy who would hump a sheep, she realized, would 
obviously love the prospect of getting his hands on a naked woman and 
getting his penis into the soft, moist warmth of a human vagina in the act 
that was as old as time. 

She tried telling herself that he was so young. That only made the prospect 
more exciting. Next, Madge reminded herself that he was her nephew and that 
it would be almost incest, but that didn't detract from the temptation which 
burned within her. Next, she told herself that as soon as possible, she was 
going to get the boy alone somewhere so that she could show him what a woman 
looks like in, and out of, bra and panties. After that, she felt distinctly 
better. Not that she felt any less aroused, but rather, better in that she 
knew what she was going to do about that arousal and with whom she was going 
to do it. 

Later, as she walked back to the house, Madge wondered how such a little 
penis would feel in her vagina and decided that even if its smallness meant 
that she would hardly feel it at all, there would be other compensations. 
There would be the wild excitement he would demonstrate as she took her 
blouse and jeans off, as she allowed him to feel her body through and around 
bra and panties and then, later, when she became naked for him and took him 
on a guided tour of her body, an exciting tour that would end in the warmth 
of her crotch. 

Madge didn't doubt that Harry would find her beautiful. At thirty-four, she 
had an excellent figure, her flesh was firm, her silken skin flawless. Her 
breasts, while not so big, were firm, pert cones with long, sensitive 
nipples. 

She had seen the way her brother looked at her from time to time when he was 
not aware that she was aware of his gaze. Brother Kevin, at forty-one, had 
been a widower for more than two years and seemed to have no female friends 
at all. Madge wondered what he did about a sex life and after having viewed 
his son in action with the lamb, she wondered whether the lad had seen his 
father in action with sheep. 

"Christ," she told herself under her breath, "I'm turning into a sex 
maniac." Instead of the thought upsetting her, she felt a nice glow of 
excitement and decided that if it were so, then she may as well accept her 
fate and become a first class, imaginative sex maniac. 

Although Kevin had become quite a good cook, Madge had taken that role from 
him since her arrival and he seemed to be pleased with the arrangement. 
While she prepared dinner that evening, he lounged against the kitchen 
cupboard, smoking his pipe, chatting with her and, she knew, stealing 
glances that were quite unbrotherly from time to time. 

Having decided to accept the new role of sex maniac, Madge promised herself 
that in future, she would wear more revealing blouses and shorter skirts. It 
wasn't so much that she planned on seducing her brother as well as her 
nephew, but it made her excited to see how she could turn him on and she 
wondered just how far she could take him along that route. At forty-one, he 
had the body of a young athlete, the result of fresh air and exercise, and 
she couldn't help wondering how good he would be in the sack. 

Reminding herself to take one step at a time, she told herself to forget 
about her brother for the time being and to concentrate on getting young 
Harry into her panties. Still, later that evening, she couldn't resist 
allowing her brother to catch her on the way from the bathroom to her 
bedroom, wearing only a short, very sheer nightie which showed him that 
little sister was all woman. 

Having made her decision, Madge saw no point in wasting time, so, the 
following afternoon, when her brother went out to the far reaches of the 
sprawling farm to supervise work, she decided to have at young Harry before 
he could get into his lamb and lose his charge. 

Putting the boy to work washing the lunch dishes, she hurried to her room, 
stripped and got into a two piece bathing suit which barely hid the critical 
areas of her body while leaving the adjacent areas temptingly revealed. 

"I'm going to go outside and sun for a while, dear," Madge told the boy as 
she passed through the kitchen carrying a blanket and a tote bag. "Come on 
out and join me when you finish. Put your trunks on and get some sun with 
me." 

Madge didn't have to look back to know that the boy was staring at her as 
she walked from the kitchen, nor did she need occult powers to sense that he 
had an erection already. 

Selecting a partially screened area of the yard, Madge spread her blanket, 
reached for the jar of sun tan lotion, then smiled as she dropped it back 
into the bag. That, she decided, would be a nice task for the boy to look 
after. 

The mingled heat of Summer sun and sexual arousal gave her a beautiful glow 
as she lay waiting for Harry and then he was there, wearing bathing trunks 
and a very nervous expression. 

For a minute, Madge continued to lie face down, allowing Harry to see how 
luscious thighs met gloriously rounded buttocks which her suit only 
partially covered and then she sighed and smiled as she turned over, 
displaying an exciting package of firm breasts, a smooth, round tummy and 
little tendrils of curly hair which peeked out around the crotch of her 
suit. 

"Mmmm, I just love lying in the hot sun, don't you?" she asked. "The only 
way it would be better is if I could take off all my clothes, but I wouldn't 
want to shock you." 

The boy's mouth started to open as though he was trying to say something, 
but all that came out was air and she knew how he felt. 

"I have to be careful that I don't burn though," Madge said and reached into 
her bag for the lotion. "Be a lamb," she told him, smiling secretly at her 
use of that word, "and put some of this on me, will you, Harry?" 

His hand trembled as he took the bottle from her, then she lay face down 
again and asked him to start at her shoulders and spread the lotion over 
everything that wasn't covered by her bathing suit. 

Harry only dropped the bottle twice before he was able to begin rubbing the 
lotion across the backs of her shoulders. She told him to rub a little 
harder and work the lotion well into her skin and he did his best. He gained 
confidence as he worked his way down her back so that by the time he reached 
that portion of her back where the valley of her behind peeped out above the 
top of her trunks, he had achieved not only more confidence than he would 
have expected, but had achieved such an erection that he could have hammered 
it into a brick wall without bending it. 

Harry poured more lotion into the palm of his left hand, stared hungrily at 
the exposed lower portions of her lovely buttocks, but lacked the courage to 
touch them. Instead, he applied the lotion high on her left thigh and began 
to rub. 

"Higher dear," Madge told him. "Rub it over the parts of my bum that show. I 
wouldn't want to get my poor ass all burned, would I?" 

His eyes widened and his heart pounded as he rubbed the lotion over the 
generously exposed portions of both cheeks. By then he had found the courage 
to fondle boldly, unable to pretend any longer that he was merely applying 
lotion to her. 

"Oohhh, that feels so good, Harry," Madge told him, her tone low and sexy. 
"I wish I had nothing on and you were rubbing me all over. I mean really all 
over. Tell me," she went on in the sexy tone, "have you ever rubbed a woman 
between the legs? Right on her warm little cunt?" 

"N ... n ... no," he stammered and rubbed the smooth cheeks more firmly. 

"What a pity. I love having my cunt rubbed and my tits and everything. Back 
in the city I have lots of men who love doing those things to me, but out 
here in the country it gets kind of frustrating. I don't suppose you would 
... " Madge let the words trail off. 

"You mean ... rub you all over like that?" Harry asked her, his tone eager, 
his hands stopping and gripping her buttocks. 

"I guess that's what I meant, Harry. No, it wouldn't be fair to you." 

"Why not?" he asked quickly and she felt his hands squeeze, heard his 
labored breathing. 

"Well, I know you try to be nice to me and help me and all that, but I 
shouldn't make you do too much." 

"Oh, Aunt Madge, I'd love to, really. I'd love to look at you all bare and 
rub you all over. You're so pretty, all over. I never saw a woman as pretty 
as you." 

"You're much mature that I would have guessed, darling," Madge told him, 
then turned over and sat up, allowing him to see how her breasts threatened 
the bikini top which held them, but only barely. "I wouldn't be surprised if 
you're man enough to actually fuck a woman." 

"Oh, Aunt Madge, I'd love to ... to do that with you. Would you let me?" 

"I'm not sure, dear. Do you think you could fuck me as nicely as you fucked 
that lamb yesterday?" 

"Did ... did you see me?" he asked, blushing furiously as he averted her 
gaze. 

"Yes, Harry, I was watching. That's what made me so sexy. Ooh, the way you 
got your cock so hard and rammed it up her cunt. That was really thrilling 
to watch. As I watched you, I kept wanting to feel your hard prick in my 
cunt. I wished I was the lamb and you were giving me a fucking like that." 

"Please, Aunt Madge, take off your bathing suit and let me look at you and 
rub you and fuck you." 

"Is your cock nice and hard, darling? You couldn't fuck me with a soft cock. 
It wouldn't go up my cunt." 

"Oh yes, it's hard. It's real hard. It got hard a long time ago, when I saw 
you in the kitchen." 

"Let me feel it, dear," she said, her tone warm and then her hand was on the 
front of his trucks, squeezing. "Oh Harry, it feels as hard as a rock. I 
think it would feel beautiful inside my cunt and it's so long since any cock 
has been there." 

"Take off your bathing suit now and let me fuck you," he pleaded, his eyes 
wet and shining. 

"We couldn't do it out here, darling. I suppose we could go to my bedroom 
though. Do you think you could keep your prick hard until we got there?" 

"Oh yes, I know I could. You're not just teasing me," he asked, "are you?" 

"No dear, I'm not teasing. I've been feeling so sexy, ever since I watched 
you fucking that lamb. Let's go right now. We'll go to my bedroom and I'll 
strip naked and we'll play, you can feel me all over and then I'll be your 
lamb." 

When the boy would have helped her pick up her things, Madge told him to 
leave them, then she got up and he stared at her luscious thighs and 
buttocks as he followed her and felt his penis straining for release and for 
relief in the body of a beautiful, naked woman. Madge added to that, making 
her lovely behind sway and jounce with each step she took. 

Inside the house it was even more exciting for the boy as he followed her up 
the steps, his eyes fondling her lush bottom, long shapely legs and smooth, 
firm thighs. That he would soon be seeing and feeling her lovely body was 
almost too much to be believed and the palms of his hands felt wet. 

As Harry followed her into her bedroom, arousal flared higher. There were 
the subtle scents of perfume and woman. On the bed he saw a pair of panties 
and a bra, over a chair he saw a pair of pantyhose, but most of all there 
was Madge and she made her presence very obvious as she unhooked then 
removed the bra top and he gasped loudly as he stared at an incredibly 
beautiful pair of naked breasts as she posed for him, her smile warm and 
dazzling, her hands coming up, then fondling her breasts, teasing the pink 
nipples and causing them to grow bigger and to stick out temptingly. 

"Do you like the look of my tits, darling?" she asked as she held them from 
below and licked her lips. 

"Ooohhhh, they're so beautiful. Please, may I touch?" 

"Yes, darling. In a little while I'll give you my tits to play with and I'll 
show you how a man sucks on a woman's tits to make her horny and to make his 
cock feel even harder. Would you like to take the rest of my suit off so 
I'll be bare naked for you? Come on, dear. Pull my little panties down and 
make me bare naked for you." 

Hurrying to her, he looked up at her breasts again, then began struggling 
with the bikini bottom, tugging it down over her hips, making little animal 
sounds of lust. He paused when he saw the triangle of pubic hair on what was 
a nicely prominent mons veneris, then he tugged some more and pulled the 
garment down her legs and she smiled as she stepped out of it. As she did, 
she looked to see that her brother was still nowhere in sight. When Madge 
turned back to the boy she didn't see him, then when she looked in the 
mirror, she saw his reflection as he stared up at her buttocks, crouched 
behind her, trembling as he tried to imagine what it would be like feeling 
that lush body and inserting his hard penis into what he would see in her 
crotch when she opened those long, beautiful legs for him. 

"Do you like the look of my bare ass, dear?" Madge asked, giving him another 
dazzling smile. 

"Oh yes. I like the look of everything about you. Will you really let me 
feel you all over?" 

"All over, darling," she told him, turning to face a boy whom, she was sure, 
had just achieved a world record in wild, sexual excitement. "Before we get 
on the bed to play all our sexy games, would you like to have a look at my 
pretty cunt?" 

"Oh yes." 

"Then stay crouched right there, darling. Here it comes, take a good look up 
into my crotch. See what you're going to stick your hard prick into in a 
little while when you fuck me, Harry." 

She moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips and sighed as the panting boy 
stared into her wide open crotch, his young body trembling. When she told 
him to, he got to his feet and pushed his trunks down while she fingered her 
slit as though telling it to get ready for a visit from the strong-looking 
little penis that leaped to freedom. 

Taking the boy onto the bed with her, Madge lay on her back, had him lie on 
top of her, then she felt his penis throbbing as she brought their mouths 
together and taught him how to kiss, exploring his mouth with her darting 
tongue. After that, Madge had him squat beside her and play with her 
breasts, showing him how to do it gently and excitingly, then she told him 
it was time for his first lesson in sucking a woman's breasts. 

"Yes dear," she whispered huskily as he sucked while her hand held and 
rubbed his head, "that's the way to suck a nice tit. You really suck like a 
man, darling. Now take a nipple between your lips. Yes, that's the way. Oh 
darling, now you know how to handle a beautiful woman's bare naked body. 
Suck some more now. That's it, dear, fill your mouth with my tit. Yes, 
darling, yes. Ooohhhh, that feels good. When you do it to my tit like that, 
I can feel it right in my hot, horny cunt. Suck, darling, suck my tit, you 
beautiful lover." 

And suck he did, for a long, lovely time and then Madge's hands guided his 
face to the other breast and he repeated what she had taught him, sucking 
until she took the breast away and told him her nipple felt so sensitive 
that she couldn't stand it. 

Turning him loose, Madge allowed him to feel his way all the way down her 
tummy and over her pubic mound, then he felt the thighs she kept pressed 
together, saving the ultimate joy of her crotch for later. When she turned 
over, his hands went to her buttocks, fondled and squeezed and patted, then 
he pulled the cheeks apart and stared into the deep valley. Madge moaned 
with delight when, without being told to, he brought his face down to her 
and covered her buttocks with wet, warm kisses and then began licking up and 
down the crack between the rounds. 

Madge promised herself that another time, she would teach him how to do what 
no man had ever done for her in all her experiences, how to fit his mouth to 
her anus to suck and lick there, but that could wait. Just then she felt a 
greater need for attention, not between her round, firm buttocks, but 
between her thighs which parted wide, opening her crotch to the eager boy as 
she turned over. 

"Oh, Aunt Madge, it's so pretty. Your cunt is pink and pretty and so soft 
looking. Can I touch it now?" he asked, his tone imploring as was the look 
in his eyes. 

"Yes dear, you may feel my cunt, but be gentle with it. A woman's cunt is 
very delicate. Don't hurt my hot, tender cunt, darling, but play with it and 
make it juicy and horny, make it slippery with juice before you get on me 
and stick your prick in me to give me a lovely fuck." 

He reached into her crotch, his touch as deft as that of a butterfly 
collector with a new specimen and as he explored, Madge sighed warmly and 
her behind tried to keep from squirming but couldn't manage it. 

"Oh darling, I'm so glad you like my cunt. I hoped you'd like it. Isn't it 
soft and warm? Think of how it will feel when your cock is in my cunt and 
you're giving me a lovely fucking. Someday, I'll teach you how to do 
something else, how to suck a cunt. All men love to eat cunt and I love 
having mine sucked and licked by a man." 

"Oh yes, I'll do it even if it tastes like pee. When I suck your cunt, will 
it shoot cream like a cock does?" 

"No dear, a cunt doesn't shoot," Madge told Harry with a smile, then went on 
to explain female orgasm while he kept playing with the tender lips in her 
warm crotch. After she had explained that, she went on to explain the vagina 
so he would have a better understanding of what he was getting into. In the 
course of the lesson, she guided his finger to her clit and showed him what 
a finger could do there. He learned well, as well that he gave her a lovely 
orgasm and while she jerked, panted and moaned through it, he sucked on his 
finger and the taste he found on it was rather pleasant, he decided and knew 
that when the time came, he would enjoy sucking her pink slit and getting 
the flavor right from the source. 

"Oh darling," Madge sighed as she opened her eyes and let him see how happy 
she was, "I think I'm ready for my fuck now. Do you want to stick your hard 
cock up my cunt and fuck me?" 

"Oh boy, do I ever. Are you going to bend over like a lamb?" 

"No dear, I'm going to lie on my back with my legs open. You'll lie down on 
top of me and get up my cunt that way. I think you'll enjoy it more than 
lamb fucking. Instead of all that wool, I have nice silken skin to lie on." 

Madge guided him onto her body, felt his tool throbbing in her crotch, then 
she parked his face between her breasts. Reaching under him, she closed her 
hand around his little penis, squeezed it, then brought it to her slit and 
eased the head between her moist lips. When he felt that, Harry allowed 
instinct to take over and as he humped his beautiful woman, his face 
nestling in the warmth between her breasts, he decided that women were far 
superior to lambs after all. 

Outside the door, peeping through the slit between the door and the frame, 
Kevin stared in fascination at the wild tableau of his sister being lustily 
banged by his son. The effect on him was such that he was much more 
comfortable as he took his stiff tool out and held it in his hand. 

"If you like the fucking you're getting right now, little sister," he said 
under his breath. "Wait until later, when I ram this cock up your cunt. 
Christ, what a body you have. What a pair of tits. What a sweet fuck you're 
going to be." 

Harry made a lot of noise when he shot his charge deep into Madge's 
receptive chalice and his father took advantage of that to sneak quietly 
down the stairs. Resisting an urge to pull himself, he tucked his penis back 
into his pants and told himself that it would be worth the waiting. That 
night, Harry was going to go to bed early and after that, Madge too was 
going to go to bed, but for a very different purpose and a very beautiful 
one. The fact that she was his own sister, Kevin discovered, made the 
prospect much more exciting. 

Like his son, Kevin was a confirmed sheep banger, in fact, Harry had 
discovered that particular sport quite by accident one afternoon when he 
peeped through a crack in the barn wall to see his father hammering stiff 
penis up a bawling sheep. 

There had been a time when Kevin had preferred sex with women, but his wife 
had been, by his description, a lousy lay and he had learned to find much 
more pleasure in the vagina of a sheep. Besides, as he once observed, after 
he had blasted off inside a nice, tight Iamb and was wiping his spent member 
in her wool, a sheep conveniently carries her own towel at all times. 

That evening, Kevin bathed carefully while his sister prepared dinner. When 
he came to the table, he was dressed in his best slacks and open-collared 
sport shirt. He even put on some cologne, Madge noticed. 

"Don't tell me you have a date tonight?" she asked as they met in the 
kitchen. 

"I sure as hell have. I'm going to get gloriously laid tonight." 

As he said it, he patted her on the bottom, squeezed a cheek and barely 
resisted the temptation to shove a hand up her dress for a better feel. 

"What a shock," she said with a laugh. "I thought you didn't like sex, or 
that perhaps you satisfied yourself by banging the sheep." 

"Oh, I've screwed my share of sheep in my time and I've explored the twats 
of a few ponies as well, but tonight, I'm going to have me a beautiful, 
squirmy, horny woman. When it comes right down to the randy dandy, there's 
nothing to beat a beautiful woman who knows what it's all about and loves to 
fuck." 

"I don't know what's come over you, big brother, but it is an improvement. 
You used to be so square and proper. I'd love to know if you're telling the 
truth about the sheep and ponies." 

"I was. Lots of farmers screw their animals. Someday, I'll tell you all 
about it, if you're interested." 

"I'm very interested. In fact, I'd love to watch. The thought of seeing a 
man slipping it to a smooth-skinned pony really turns me on. For now though, 
tell me about your date for tonight. Have you screwed her before?" 

Kevin flashed his sister a teasing grin, gave her a pat on the bottom and 
refused to discuss it. After dinner, when Kevin told his son to do the 
dishes, Madge went upstairs for a bath. As he read his paper, Kevin thought 
of his sister, tried to picture her sitting naked in the tub, then switched 
his thought to what it would be like later, when he took her to bed. There 
was no doubt in his mind that he would score. 

At nine o'clock, Kevin told his son to go to bed. That didn't sit well with 
the boy, but he went. He and Kevin had a great relationship, but the boy 
always knew who was boss. 

Kevin and his sister chatted for a while, then he left the room. When he 
returned, Madge gasped and dropped the magazine she had been reading as she 
saw him standing in the doorway, his body beautifully naked, his penis stiff 
and standing almost straight up. 

"It's about that beautiful woman I'm going to fuck," Kevin told his sister 
and waved his weapon at her. 

"You mean ... my God, Kevin," she gasped as she sensed that she was his 
intended partner. 

"Yes, sister darling. I can't let you waste all that on a little boy." 

"He told you," Madge said, blushed, then turned pale. 

"No. I watched. Christ it was wild watching you as you brought him along, 
then opened that beautiful crotch, took him aboard and screwed him. Why 
didn't you teach him to eat that beautiful cunt?" 

"I had planned that for later," Madge told him as she began to regain her 
composure and felt desire building as she stared at her brother's 
magnificent member. "Will it be necessary to teach you how to go down on a 
woman, dear?" 

"Not a bit, baby. It must be ten years since I went down on a woman and I'm 
hungry for the taste of nice, hot, juicy cunt. Do you think I've got enough 
for you, Madge?" Kevin asked and waved his tool again, the skin drawn back, 
the swollen head looking as big as a plum, a heavy sac, filled with promise 
hanging heavily below, between hard, strong looking thighs. 

"Enough? I don't know why you fool with ponies at all, darling," she told 
him with a warm smile. "What I see there should keep a big mare happy. How 
long is it?" 

"Eight inches," he told her as he went to her, she took his hand and got to 
her feet, then she was warm in his arms, warm and eager as they kissed and 
he put both hands under her skirt to discover how nicely she filled her 
little panties with beautifully firm buttocks. His eyes had feasted on them 
before and would again, but at the time, it was sufficient to have his hands 
on them. 

"My God," she whispered hotly, "I don't know where I am or what's happened 
to me. My nephew and brother," she said, panting, "in the same day. Take me, 
brother, take me good. Oh sweet Jesus, I'm so horny for it." 

Before they kissed again, Kevin pulled the hem of her skirt high and allowed 
her to feel the big bone on her tummy while he played with her behind again, 
this time with both hands inside her panties. 

"What if he's still awake?" Madge asked as they walked up the stairs. 

"Who cares? I watched him, let him watch me. It will be good for his sex 
education anyway." 

In the bedroom, the light on, the door open, so that Harry would watch from 
the darkened hall outside, the man sat on the bed and watched intently as 
his sister lost no time in stripping naked. Madge knew her body was all any 
woman could want, sleek and firm and beautiful and as she looked at her 
brother's eyes moving over it, she saw that he was confirming that and more. 


When they embraced again, they were lying on the bed, their bodies warming 
and exciting each other. Madge felt sure that her brother, after his 
experience with animals, would be a quick, rough, almost brutal lover, but 
she was wrong, beautifully, excitingly wrong. 

In the darkness outside, Harry watched intently, his penis hard and 
throbbing as his father made love to Madge with his hands and his mouth, 
ministering to her breasts, thighs, buttocks, sucking her toes, licking the 
soles and tops of her feet, then kissing his way back up her thighs until 
his face was buried in her hot crotch and she cried out in an agony of 
ecstasy as he lapped and sucked there. 

It must have been great, Harry thought as he stared, panting with arousal. 
His beautiful aunt climaxed with a series of loud cries, her sweat-shining 
body jerking with glorious release, his uncle played with her thighs, tummy 
and breasts for a while, then buried his face in her warm crotch again and 
resumed eating, noisily, bringing her to climax again. After that, Madge 
begged for a few minutes to rest, then she was lying on her back, knees up 
and apart and she was panting with desire, her voice rough with passion as 
she begged Kevin to finish the job. 

"Give it to me, you darling lover," she rasped. "Drive that beautiful horse 
cock up my cunt and fuck me crazy. Now, darling, now," she panted and rubbed 
her wet vulva, her bare behind jerking high off the bed and swaying 
enticingly. "Do it to me, darling. Fuck me hard. Fuck me good. Stretch my 
randy cunt with your beautiful prick. Ooh, darling, my body aches for that 
giant cock. I'll suck it off later and drink your cream, but right now, I 
need it up my cunt." 

Harry stared in silent awe as his father fed Madge that massive member so 
gently, a little at a time until he buried it to the hilt in her, then he 
rode her, gently, lovingly, a big, strong man with the body of an athlete 
and the heart of a poet, the gentle, tender style of a beautiful lover. 

Kevin gave his sister a long, lovely ride. He paused, pressing warmly down 
on her when she climaxed again and then he rode her some more until it was 
his turn to groan as wild, wonderful climax tore through his body and Madge 
used strong arms and legs to hold him. After that, they talked. 

They had shared a miracle and both loved it. Madge had planned on staying 
only a few weeks, but she changed that to an indefinite stay. Later, Kevin 
called Harry into the room and together, they fondled and suckled their 
woman's breasts, then Kevin turned her over and showed his son how to love 
the bottom of a beautiful woman, using hands and lips and tongue, making 
Madge squirm and sigh with delight. 

"I'm afraid I've stretched her a bit too much for you," he told Harry as he 
tucked two pillows under his sister's tummy to elevate her lovely behind. 
"Have a try at her little pink asshole. It should be nice and tight. Do you 
like prick up the back door, Madge?" 

"The way I feel right now, darling, I'd love it anywhere, in my ears, my 
nostrils, anywhere." 

But the boy had seen her little anal ring in the hairless valley between her 
buttocks and he didn't care about ears or a nose. He wanted in. He got in 
and she moaned and wriggled in excitement under his light body as he rode 
the silken cushions until he was pressing down hard, shooting his charge up 
a very tight little aperture. 

The old Madge had considered herself a city person all the way, but the new 
Madge, after five glorious years on the farm with Kevin and Harry is country 
girl all the way. Life never was so good, she tells me with delight shining 
in her lovely eyes. She has learned all about the joys of simple living, of 
constant sexual content and, she adds with a wink, she has learned quite a 
lot about what she calls, "animal husbandry." 


The End
