Her Sister's Son
[aka 'Aunt Mary's Young Nephew']
by Wanda Blake 


FOREWORD 

Since the days of ancient Greeks-when Oedipus seduced his own mother-two 
misconceptions about incest have prevailed: 

Young and defenseless women are the primary victims of this lecherous 
attention from their male relatives. Incest is a deviation from the norm 
that occurs entirely in the lower levels of modern day society. Both of 
these ideas are pure bunk. The author of this exciting and fact-filled novel 
graphically illustrates just how older, frustrated women from any walk of 
life will find a safe, if unconventional, outlet for her sexual drives. This 
outlet may be in a conveniently placed young male relative, his friends, or 
even total strangers. Yet once the outlet is found, the desire to continue 
the illicit relationship becomes compulsive by nature. 

Perhaps this is a byproduct of the new liberation of the American female, or 
perhaps we should take the Freudian view and call it the result of "penis 
envy" or the "castration complex." Perhaps the spreading practice of 
incest-now more than a mere fad in our society-is a healthy part of the 
modern sexual revolution. 

These items, however, must be considered by the meticulous rigors of 
scientific investigation rather than by the less accurate speculation by the 
arts. The author in general has always seemed to be one step ahead of the 
scientist in recognizing and exposing certain aspects of social behavior, 
but the reader must judge the morality of that behavior himself. 

The novel which follows is a stark and honest depiction of one of the last 
forbidden sweets of human sexuality: the desire of an older woman for the 
son of her own sister! 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Miss Harble could feel the sensitive cones of her ample tits beginning to 
thicken and tingle. And she knew why. 

It was almost two o'clock on this Saturday afternoon, and she knew that 
within five or ten minutes the phone would ring and she would hear that 
filthy, boyish voice again ... that husky, adolescent, whispering voice that 
would say things to her that no male had ever said. Words and phrases such 
as fuck ... suck ... good pussy ... let me screw you, baby ... blow my hard 
dick! 

But it wasn't the shocking language that was making her blood grow warmer as 
she anticipated the call, it was her certain knowledge about the identity of 
the caller. 

She knew perfectly well that it was her own nephew, Willy! 

Despite Willy's attempt to disguise his fifteen-year-old voice, she had 
recognized him almost at once when he had made the first call three 
Saturdays before. She had been shocked and angered beyond belief when she 
heard his youthful voice rasping out that first erotic message: 

"Hey, lady, some guy told me you had a hungry pussy that needs a good hot 
fuckin'. How's about letting me crawl on your sweet, hairy cunt? I'd like to 
screw your juicy hole dry..." 

She had almost shouted back at Willy on that first Saturday, screamed at him 
about what a filthy, wicked boy he was to be so ungrateful. After all, 
hadn't she agreed to take him into her own house for six months while his 
mother, her own sister, adjusted to the shattering experience of a nasty 
divorce? And was her reward to be called up in the middle of the afternoon 
and talked to like a common slut? 

She had almost shouted that, but she had not. 

Thank God she hadn't! 

Waiting now for the phone to ring, she let a small, nervous smile creep up 
the corners of her mouth. The excitement was almost more than she could 
bear-the quickening, sexual heat she felt from her loins to her breasts. An 
excitement that was marbling her nipples, making them point up hard against 
the thin silk of her dressing robe. 

She loved the secret little game she was now playing with Willy-a game he 
was too dumb to know she had caught on to! 

As the clock ticked away up to the magic hour, she shut and locked the door 
of her bedroom and took off her gown. She was boldly naked now as she walked 
across the room to the bed. That's where she wanted to take Willy's call-and 
right in the center of the bed so that she could see her own nude body 
reflected in the bureau mirror as he talked to her! 

She plumped the pillows so that one would be at her back and one under her 
hips. She wanted her thighs to be lifted high when the call came-high and 
open, within easy reach of her hand. 

When she was settled, with the phone comfortably near on the night table, 
she stared at herself in the tall, wide mirror. 

She liked what she saw. 

At thirty-five, she still had her figure-and a good, solid, tempting body it 
was, too. She had always had the kind of plump, proudly-nippled tits that 
men stare hungrily at, and although her pelvis was too wide to suit her it 
always seemed to attract the admiring glances of every male she passed. She 
had even seen Joe, the old custodian at the library where she worker, 
sneaking a lecherous peek at her hips and legs when he thought she wasn't 
looking. 

"It's because I'm an old maid," she breathed to herself, her smile slacking 
a bit. "They all think that I've never had a sexual experience with a 
man-and they all think how much fun it would be to teach me a thing or two." 

She opened her legs wider so that she could see the dark, inviting snatch of 
pubic hair reflected in the mirror. Even from that distance she could see 
the deep, coral slit of her cunt, and the way the nap of curling hair seemed 
to thin just where the folds of her pussy pouted outward. 

She was still admiring her quickly moistening twat when the raw jangle of 
the phone made her pulse jump. 

Willy was calling! 

She restrained herself from grabbing up the phone at once. Instead she let 
it ring three times before lightly picking up the receiver with her left 
hand while her right hand slid slowly down between her legs. 

"Hello . .if 

"Hi, baby-it's me again." 

He was muffling his voice with a silly handkerchief, she thought, but he 
wasn't fooling her in the least. 

"I've told you not to call me anymore," she said, putting just enough snap 
in her voice to make it sound convincing. 

"Hey, that's no way to talk to a guy who wants to fuck you, honey. My big 
prick is stiff right now just thinking about how soft and hot your pussy 
would be." 

"You are a sick young man." 

"Not too sick to fuck you for an hour or two without stopping. I'll bet I 
could make you cum so good I'd have to call the cops to get my cock pulled 
out of you." 

"You are a filthy ... obscene..." 

Her voice trailed off as the fingers of her right hand touched the 
hair-rimmed lips of her cunt. Already her pussy was slick and throbbing, the 
folds pooching out as if to receive the whole length of a large, hard penis. 

"I'm really horny today, baby," the youthful voice grated huskily into her 
ear. "I'm so horny I'd like to liek on your juicy cunt-meat until you 
couldn't do anything but shoot your hot wad down my throat. You'd like that 
... there's nothing like it ... my long, wet tongue wriggling nice and slow 
in and out of your itchy pussy while I'm playing with both of your big 
tits..." 

She had two of her fingers deep into her cunt now, imitating what he was 
saying he would do with his tongue! 

".... yeah, honey, you'd love the way I eat pussy! I can get my tongue all 
the way up to your fucking womb ... sucking and lapping that old twat of 
yours until your goddam ears would point! And those horny tits of yours, 
have you ever had those big babies worked on by a hot mouth? Jesus, there's 
nothing I like better than chewing on a couple of wet, horny nipples and 
making 'em stick out about three times their regular size ... I'd like to 
milk that stuff out of your tits with my tongue ... would you like for me to 
suck on your boobs for you, baby?" 

"Stop," she whispered, weakly. "Please stop this." 

But he didn't stop. He continued with an endless recital of the lewd 
pleasures he could give her if she would let him. 

"I can fuck longer and better than any stud in town ... I'll bet you've 
never felt a prick as big and long as mine ... I've got nine inches of rocky 
cock just dying to saw its way up your slit, doll! Would you like that? 
Would you like to feel my big peter pumping in and out, in and out, in and-" 

"Stop it, I said!" 

"Fucking is the name of the game, sweetheart. I want to put my dick into 
your hot snatch right up to the balls, and while I'm screwing you good and 
making you cum real nice and hot, I wanta stick my finger up your ass-hole 
and give you a damned double-fuck!" 

Her own fingers were racing now in the wet muck of her smoking cunt. She was 
getting very close to an orgasm as Willy's devilish young voice whispered 
the most outrageous but exciting suggestions in her ear. She could even hear 
the soft, slurping noise that her pussy was making as her fingers burrowed 
in and out of the dewy crease. She only wished she had her other hand free 
so that she could touch the tips of her boiling tits, to roil and rub those 
plump nipples so that the itch would go away! 

"Hey, you still listening to me?" Willy's voice demanded, then continued 
without bothering for her answer. "You know what I'd like for you to be 
doing to me right now? I wish I had you here so you could suck on my prick. 
Yeah, now that's the kind of fun I really dig. I groove on a hot mouth like 
yours going down on my stud cock. I'll bet you've got a tongue like a 
fuckin' anteater. Bet you can lick a stiff dick all day and all night. Man, 
that would be real great to watch you hunch down on your elbows between my 
legs and make a meal out of my horny peter. I can just see that long, pink 
tongue of yours hanging out of your shit-grinning mouth. Yeah, you'd lick 
nice and slow up one side of my cock and then down the other side. But I 
tell you what I really like. I like a good head job. You know, getting the 
tip of your tongue right under the head of my prick and teasing it back and 
forth until I'm so goddamned hot I wanta fuck a brick wall!" 

On and on his voice droned, building the lascivious fantasy pictures of 
self-pleasure while her body grew numb with lust. 

She couldn't take her ear away from the receiver. All she could do was 
listen while her fingers greedily masturbated her bewitched cunt. 

Her clitoris was fully aroused now. It had grown from the little bud it 
always was in normal repose to a jutting fang of passion. She had felt it 
pushing up through the meaty folds of her pussy like a tiny prick-and she 
would have given the world if that lustful mouth at the other end of the 
phone were there to suck it for her! 

"Someday I'll teach you to eat cock, baby," the voice drawled, "even if I 
have to tie you down and fuck you in the mouth-which ain't a bad idea, come 
to think of it. I bet you'd even like that, eh? Would you like for me to tie 
your legs up in the air and ball your wrinkled old cunt with my fist?" 

He was getting deliberately sadistic, as if trying to humiliate her, degrade 
her, disgust her. 

But nothing he was saying now 'could take anything away from the sizzling 
joy that her fingers were giving her spreading pussy. With a need that 
blurred her senses and stripped away the last particle of her modesty, she 
was madly fucking herself with her hand ... building and building toward 
that most delicious moment of all. 

"And then there are my pals," the voice whispered, hoarsely. "I'll have to 
introduce you to my buddies when I'm finished with you. You ever been fucked 
by six guys, lady? You ever had one hard prick after another up your greasy 
hole for about four hours straight? I'll bet you'd groove like a mink on a 
good gang-bang. Just imagine how much fun it would be to get it hard and 
fast for that long ... to have two guys sucking on your hot tits, a guy 
fucking you in the cunt, a guy screwing you in the ass, and another guy 
feeding your mouth about nine big inches-all at the same time!" 

She couldn't help herself. She could imagine it! 

And with that salacious picture of herself being used like a whore by six 
horny young males, she began to squirm to the peak of a powerful orgasm. 

She emitted a low, lusty moan of pleasure, and the voice at the other end 
caught the sound. 

"Hey, baby, are you jacking off? Hell, yes, you are! I'll bet you've been 
finger-fucking yourself ever since I started talking! So why don't we cum 
together? I've been beating my big meat right along with you-and I sure wish 
you were here to take my load ... to suck it off for me ... fuck me ... suck 
... fuck!" 

She could barely hear his voice now, the way he was suddenly panting and 
grunting as he probably stroked his unseen penis in time with her flying 
fingers. 

She couldn't hear because she was brimming over with that rare ecstasy of a 
total orgasm. She even let the receiver fall heavily across her ballooned 
tits as she lifted her burning thighs upward and dug her fingers downward, 
madly massaging her gushing pussy to force as much pleasure as possible 
through her loins. 

With a guttural cry of joy she felt her hot juices spewing over her knuckles 
and running down over the matted hair circling her cunt. She kept stabbing 
at her surrendering twat until the rapture was roaring right up to the coned 
tips of her swollen breasts. 

She grunted and gasped for air as her love-swollen cuntal lips sucked one 
final time at her withdrawing fingers. Her tight hand came away gently from 
her satisfied pussy, her fingertips dripping with the warm liquids that had 
boiled up from the very core of her sexuality. 

She lay in a dull coma of contentment for a few moments, then picked up the 
phone again and held it to her ear. 

There was nothing now but a dial tone. 

Only then did it occur to her what she had done-what she had allowed Willy 
to find out about her. 

He had discovered that she was masturbating while he talked, that she was 
actually enjoying what he was doing! 

"God," she muttered, thickly, "that was the last thing I wanted him to 
know!" 

She was understandably disgusted with herself, and when she swung her legs 
off the bed she didn't dare look at herself in the bureau mirror. She didn't 
want to see her wet and swollen tits like thumbs! 

She even wondered if she would be able to face her nephew when he came home 
later that afternoon! 

But later, as she sat in her steaming bath and washed the heated, carnal 
odors from her body, she couldn't keep back a sly grin at what must have 
been the expression on Willy's young face as he realized his Aunt Mary was 
getting her own kicks while he was getting his! 

"Serves the little devil right," she whispered to herself. "And why should I 
be ashamed to face him. He was the one doing all the filthy talking!" 

Then, really for the first time, she began to think about all those things 
he had said. He had gone much farther today. He had said things that would 
have shocked the ears off of any decent female. 

And that made her smile again. 

When she was finished with her bath, she dressed carefully, making sure that 
she wore a blouse that buttoned all the way up to her neck and a skirt that 
was black and forbidding. And then she went down to the kitchen to prepare 
dinner for herself and Willy. 

She didn't want him to suspect that she knew it was he making those calls, 
and she knew that she could be just as deceptive as he was. 

He had his game, and she had hers! 

The roast was just simmering to perfection when she heard the front door 
open. Despite herself, she felt a guilty little twitch of nervousness as she 
heard Willy coming down the hall. But she didn't intend to let him bully her 
into thinking she needed to hide anything. 

She walked out into the living room just in time to see him going by. 

"The roast is almost done, Willy," she called, brightly. 

He whirled and blushed as he looked at her, and she saw him hide something 
behind his back. 

"Oh, hi, Aunt Marry-I'll just be a second. I gotta go to my room first." 

He disappeared quickly from sight. 

She turned, smiling snidely to herself. She had seen that raw blush of 
embarrassment on his face, and it pleased her to see that he had some 
decency left in him. As for what he was trying to hide from her, she'd find 
out about that soon enough. It was probably a comic book, she told herself, 
since Willy knew only too well her views on proper reading material. She was 
always after him to read the classics, and his nose was usually buried in 
either a comic book or a cheap paperback of fiction. 

She was back in the kitchen stirring the gravy when he finally came into 
view again. He had changed his shirt and combed his hair 

-and nobody in the world would have guessed, she mused, that only an hour 
before such a clean-cut, handsome boy had been saying such filthy things 
over a telephone. 

"Where did you go this afternoon, Willy?" she asked, glancing at him to see 
if the blush would come rushing back. 

But he merely shrugged his shoulders and picked out an olive from the salad 
dish. "Me and some of the guys went over to the snooker parlor." 

"Some of the guys and I" she corrected him. "And do you think that playing 
snooker expands your brain power?" 

He didn't answer but merely leaned against the door jamb slowly chewing the 
olive. 

She had an uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her now. She could 
almost feel his eyes traveling down her back to her hips and legs. She 
turned abruptly toward him, but he was gazing innocently up at the ceiling. 

Willy wasn't really what one would call a sturdy, well-built boy, she 
realized again as she took in his full figure. In fact, he was somewhat 
slight, as if he needed fattening up. But it couldn't be denied that he was 
handsome with his carelessly boyish mouth, his deep blue eyes, and his tawny 
blonde hair. 

It made her wonder if even at fifteen he didn't have many girls in his class 
flirting with him, trying to witch a smile or a wink from those cunning 
young lips and twinkling eyes. 

"Are you going to do your homework tonight?" she asked. 

He frowned. "Gee, Aunt Mary, I was hoping you'd let me go to the movies with 
the guys. I mean, Saturday night and all." 

"What kind of movie is it?" 

"Not one of those X-rated ones," he grinned. 

It annoyed her to find herself faintly blushing at the way he said that-and 
the way he grinned. 

"I don't suppose I mind," she said, finally, "as long as you behave yourself 
like a gentleman." 

The truth of the matter was, she couldn't wait for him to leave the house so 
that she could see what he had sneaked in to hide in his room. 

After dinner he helped her with the dishes, and then he was off. She even 
gave him an extra dollar so that he could treat his friends to Cokes. 

She waited at least ten minutes after he had left-to make sure that he 
wouldn't come barging back-and then she walked very quietly down the hall to 
his room. 

She knew that she had made a tacit agreement with her young nephew that she 
would never go into his room without permission. But she felt justified in 
doing anything she pleased with him at this point. All she had to do was to 
tell his mother what a naughty boy he had been-or threaten to do so-and he 
would never dare argue about what rights he did or did not have in her 
house. 

It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for in his room. 

But it wasn't a comic book. 

The magazine she found hidden deep under his jeans and underwear in his 
bureau was a well-thumbed, smudged example of the most outrageous 
pornography imaginable. Even though she had never actually seen such a 
magazine, she knew all about them from her reading-and from the brochures 
they had at the library to give to parents so as to warn them about illicit 
smut that might come to them in the mail. 

It was one of those trashy magazines from Denmark, this one boldly entitled 
SCREW MEAT! 

And the pictures in it, many of them full, close-up color, showed all manner 
of sexual intercourse-males and females fucking and sucking like animals. 

But the magazine only told her what she already knew. 

That sex was the one and only thing on Willy's fifteen-year-old mind! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The following morning-Sunday morning, Miss Harble woke to a light tapping of 
rain on her bedroom window. 

She was annoyed when she thought that she might have left the windows open 
in one of the rooms downstairs, so she quickly rose and pulled on her gown 
over her sedate pajamas. With her slippered feet barely making a sound over 
the carpet stair, she descended to the ground floor and started down the 
hall to the guest bedroom just beyond Willy's own room. 

But she never got beyond Willy's door. 

Even over the lady-like tapping of the raindrops she could hear another 
sound-a sound that was far more interesting, and far more provocative. 

She could hear the springs of Willy's bed creaking with a monotonous and 
telltale rhythm. 

She remembered the filthy magazine-and knew exactly what the horny little 
scamp was up to! 

As luck would have it-priceless luck for her!-Willy had not bothered to 
completely shut his bedroom door. It was ajar just a few inches, just enough 
that she could easily slide her eye up to the crack and peek in. 

Which was exactly what she did! 

The rainy gloom of the early morning made it a bit difficult for her to see 
anything at first, but gradually the shapes in the room began to make sense. 
As she dragged her eyes quickly to Willy's bed, she already felt a stirring 
in the soft, hair-lined cuntal folds of her pussy. She knew she was about to 
see something she had unconsciously longed to see for weeks now-her nephew's 
naked young body and his penis! 

She was hardly disappointed, either! 

Willy was sprawled quite nude in the middle of his bed. He had the 
pornographic magazine spread open on his chest, and he was idly turning the 
pages-savoring them like the dirty young man he was-while with his other 
hand he methodically jacked his violently stiffened young prick up and down. 

Miss Harble almost gasped when her eyes fastened on the thing sticking up 
like a small club between his hairless legs. It looked shockingly long and 
large around for a mere boy of fifteen, and the head of it-as pink and 
spongy looking as a big apricot-caused a salacious thrill to circle wantonly 
through her loins. 

Willy had said over the phone that he had a big one, she thought, and he 
certainly had not been lying! 

She watched, greedily hypnotized by the sight of his totally naked body, as 
he performed that most universal of all male adolescent acts. But somehow 
all the textbook phrases to describe masturbation had not prepared her for 
the raw carnality of actually seeing it done! 

She let her eyes cavort with delicious leisure between his thighs and his 
face. One was almost as exciting as the other. She enjoyed studying the 
stout column of youthful meat that seemed to rise up like a lusty totem from 
his fist, and quiver and throb each time he moved his fingers. But she also 
was getting a wicked pleasure from watching the expression on Willy's 
handsome, boyish face. With each freshly revealed fuck picture in the 
magazine, his eyes seemed to light up like a young stallion's, and the 
curling, sly grin on his half-parted lips drove her warming pulse higher. 

Even when thinking about it later she would never be sure just what 
compelled her to do the thing she next did. But she was content to think it 
might have been because she was so sure of the control she had over Willy. 
After all, it was her house and her business what he did in her house. 

Whatever the reasons, the next thing she knew she was boldly pushing open 
the door of her nephew's room and striding up to his bed. 

He couldn't have been more wildly surprised and frustrated if his own mom 
had caught him in the act of jacking off on main street at high noon! 

He gave a deep, husky gasp and jerked his hand immediately away from his 
stone-hard penis! 

"A-Aunt Mary!" 

She ignored his gasping complaint and came right to the edge of the bed. She 
could easily have reached out and curled her fingers around his solidly 
aroused prick-which despite his shameful blushing was still sticking up from 
between his legs like a horseshoe stake! 

"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" she said, keeping her 
voice flat and emotionless and her expression neutral. 

He twisted to one side and she got a teasing, exciting glimpse of his white, 
firm buttocks and the dark crease of his boyish anus. He was pulling his 
left leg up in an attempt to hide his lewdly stiffened cock-but the result 
was only to give her an even better view of his ass and a thrilling glimpse 
of his well-formed, if hairless, balls. And again she was pleasantly 
surprised to see how developed the little devil was. He actually had large 
balls, smooth and brown and obviously swollen from all the jacking-of the 
past few minutes. 

"What are you trying to hide?" she snapped. 

He thought she was talking about his prick, and his face blushed a fresh 
crimson. As if from nervous response he swung his left leg down again and 
his stubbornly gorged young penis throbbed once again toward the ceiling. 

"I mean what are you trying to hide behind your back," she demanded. 

"N-nothing," he lied. 

She let a small, cold grin invade the corners of her mouth as she held out 
her hand. "Let me see what you have." 

For a few painful seconds he hesitated, and she could see that he would 
rather have been slapped than give up the filthy magazine. It was bad enough 
that she had caught him buck-naked with his hand around his tool! 

"Do I-uh-have to show it to you?" he stammered. 

"Yes." 

His hand trembled as he held the offending collection of dirty pictures over 
to her. As if she had not already devoured all of them the evening before! 

She flipped through the magazine slowly, pausing here and there. Finally she 
came to the one she remembered best. It was a close-up photo in color of an 
older female boldly astride the body of a younger man. He had both of his 
hands on the cheeks of her ass and she was slightly lifted so that the 
viewer had not only an excellent picture of her wet, stretched pussy but an 
equally thrilling glimpse of the young male's oversized cock drilled more 
than half way up her slit. 

With her own blood beating like a frightened tom-tom in her veins, Miss 
Harble turned the picture around for Willy to see. 

"Do you like this one?" she breathed, softly. 

For a moment he looked stricken, his blue eyes very large and almost 
innocent. "I-I-" 

"Do you, Willy? Do you like it?" 

"I g-guess so." 

"Why do you like it?" 

His youthful lips trembled apart, but he was speechless. Nevertheless she 
saw a strong throb of lusty interest go through his cock. The hellish, 
beautiful rod between his legs was now so hard that it seemed to turn back a 
bit toward his stomach. 

"I-I'm sorry, Aunt Mary," he wheezed. "If you'll just leave, I'll get 
dressed." 

"You haven't told me why you like this particular picture, Willy." 

She saw something of his fear drain out of his face, as if her deliberate 
badgering was making him slightly angry. 

"I like it because she's on top, I guess." 

"Do you find the idea of the female in the dominant position so much more 
exciting?" 

At first he didn't quite understand the phrase she used, but when it dawned 
on his coltish brain that she meant did he like the idea of a girl fucking a 
boy his mouth jerked open in lusty grin. "I bet it would damn sure be fun," 
he admitted, huskily. 

"More fun than what you were doing with your hand?" 

His grin held, twitching and uncertain. "Yes, ma'am." 

She knew that the right moment had come. The moment from which she could not 
pull back-even if she had wanted to. It had been a certainty since she 
entered the bedroom, she told herself, that she and Willy were going to 
fuck. Come hell or high water, her witchy and throbbing cunt had seemed to 
tell her, you are going to have that uncommonly large, stout young prick put 
to better use than masturbation! 

She took a deep breath. "Would you like for me to fuck you, Willy?" 

The air was electric with the wanton invitation. The only sound in the room 
was the steady, sensual tap-tap of the rain on the bedroom window. 

"Jesus," Willy groaned, finally, his voice low and hoarse. 

He didn't move. He merely lay there, his eyes sparkling, his nude body 
inviting, his prick sticking up in iron-like hardness. 

She unbuttoned the top of her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor. 
She could feel the nipples of her tits hardening so quickly that they pushed 
like thumbs against the soft material of her pajamas. But that was a minor 
stimulation compared to snapping lustiness going on deep inside her pussy. 
Already her vaginal lips were moist and hot, the folds thickening and 
bloating outward, the evil bud of her clitoris growing into a dark, wet 
muscle of lust. 

Willy still did not move. He lay sprawled in the middle of his bed with his 
hands down at his sides, his eyes glazing with that molten need that every 
.adolescent male experiences when he has been offered hot pussy. But what 
was really going on behind those frisky blue eyes of his she could only 
guess. 

When the tops and bottom of her pajamas fell to the floor she heard a husky 
gasp come from Willy's lips, and it amused her to see how his eyes were 
darting from her tits to her cunt, drinking in with naive amazement the 
naked body of a mature woman. 

She came to the bed and crawled half-way up toward him. The springs of the 
bed complained cheerfully as she positioned herself so that by leaning only 
a few inches forward she could do anything she wanted with his pubescent, 
vital boy-body. 

His prick was standing up hard now, the erectile muscle so gorged with blood 
that both his balls were pulled upward at the root. And she found something 
almost maddeningly exciting about his smooth and hairless chest with the 
twin, ruddy nipples as pointed with passion as tack heads. Even the tuft of 
soft, dark pubic hair at the base of his strapping, fifteen-year-old cock 
drove a throb of pumping lust through her pussy. 

"You really want to fuck me?" he whispered, hopefully. 

She grinned at him slackly, making his cheeks flush all over again with a 
combination of mounting need and teenaged shyness. 

But there was no need to talk. 

There was no need to do anything but crawl her burning left leg deftly over 
his slender waist and put his horny young prick to work! 

Mounting such a beautiful, naked boy made her numb with a feeling of 
wickedness. But she couldn't have stopped if every screaming mother in the 
world had suddenly crowded into the room. And even as she reached down 
between her legs to guide the smooth, bursting head of his penis into the 
gaping, dripping mouth of her cunt, she dreaded the moment when it would be 
over. 

She secretly wished that she could fuck him for weeks! 

When the tip of his tool touched the fanged, hairy wetness of her hungry 
slit he let out a low growl of lusty joy-and his cock throbbed so violently 
that she had to use all the force of her fingers to hold it in place. 

Quickly, like an experienced whore, she sank her loins down on his 
love-swollen prick and buried every inch of it right to the lips of her 
cunt. It filled her deliciously, and to each of his boldly stiffened throbs 
she responded with an almost girlish twitch of her vaginal muscles! 

She settled a bit lower on him until she could feel the firm, round 
smoothness of his balls resting naughtily at the crack of her ass. 

His body was hot and hard beneath her, and he was already panting like the 
healthy young animal he was. 

From where his head was sunk low in the pillow, he grinned and stared up at 
her, looking barely past the two pronged tips of her swollen tits. "Fuck me, 
Aunt Mary," he begged, whetting her appetite for him to the boiling point. 
"Make it feel good for both of us!" 

She began a slow, lascivious action with her hips. She moved neither fast 
nor slow. She knew that if she gave way to the sprouting fire inside her 
pliant cunt, she'd pump his darling prick into a fast orgasm. And that was 
exactly what she didn't want to do. 

She wanted their first fuck to last for a long time. 

She wanted to tease his invigorated young cock into staying very hard and 
very hot, keeping it a stiff poker to amuse her pussy until she was sated. 

But even the smallest movements of her ripe loins worked like a spreading 
aphrodisiac on his adolescent lust. She could feel the head of his rampant 
penis growing large and firm as she gently teased the walls of her cunt 
against it and all along the buggering column of meat. 

"Fuck me faster!" he hissed. "I wanta cum hot stuff up your pussy!" 

It was the first time he had been so crude with her, but instead of 
insulting her, his words drove hard spikes of joy through her body. Hearing 
the word pussy and fuck coming from his boyish lips opened some deeper 
well-springs of lust inside of her that she had never before in her life 
tapped 

He sensed her excitement and grinned widely, letting the tip of his tongue 
slide out of the corner of his cunning mouth. 

"Yeah," he whispered, reaching up to fondle her slowly bobbing tits. "Fuck 
the hell out of me, honey!" 

Again and again his words made the nether lips of her pussy nip and squeeze 
the root of his stout tool, and the more sensitized she became down there 
the stiffer his young prick seemed to grow. 

His hands were all over her pooching tits now. He squeezed and toyed with 
them like an expert, first cupping them in the palm of his hand then milking 
them outward until the enlarged nipples rode like huge coral plums between 
his fingers. 

Once or twice he even gave her firm breasts a gentle slap just to watch them 
jiggle and flop, but he always came back to work on the hardened nipples 
that were already mad to be sucked. 

She was moving a bit faster, riding on his cock with each downward thrust a 
little harder and deeper-as if trying to see if his sizable rod could 
actually go up to her womb. She knew that if the swollen head of his cute 
prick touched her cervix, she'd cum all over his warm balls like a wildcat! 

Now the rain at the window was lost in the larger, sweeter sounds of the 
bedsprings. They creaked in a demented and monotonous fashion as her knees 
burrowed deeper into the mattress and as her pistoning movements drew both 
their accelerating lusts into one molten pool of pleasure. 

"Ride me, screw me!" he husked, his nostrils distending as one throb after 
another went from the root of his penis to the head of it. "Fuck my goddam 
balls off!! " 

She did seem to be trying to do exactly that! 

For the next few long, delicious minutes neither of them said a word. Her 
wetly-haired pussy seemed to be sucking and eating every inch of his steely 
prick, and the maddening slup-slurp noises coming from between her thighs 
only heightened their hotly honed lusts. 

Suddenly, both of his hands seized her tits roughly, his thumbs pushing 
against her nipples until a faint trickle of liquid oozed from the tips. 

He was coming! 

She wanted to stop fucking him. She wanted to hold that exquisite joy that 
his gorged cock was giving her more mature pussy, but a salacious madness 
had taken over her body and, instead of slowing down her pumping movements, 
she increased them with greed that made her nephew's sperm boil out of his 
balls like lava! 

"AAAAHHHH--! ! ! " he groaned, thrusting his lean young hips upward with the 
savage need to fuck back. "F-f-f-fuucckkk ME!" 

They seemed to be in mid-air for a few breathless seconds, her cunt driving 
up and down as his stout prick funneled in and out of her slit like a 
maniac's. 

And then with a final wild throb of pleasure his overheated sperm came 
rocketing from his balls and spurted copiously, deeply into her constricting 
cunt. 

In a sudden windfall of lust, she felt her own spasms begin. The sharpness, 
the completeness of her orgasm almost made her faint with joy. She threw 
back her head and opened her mouth wide, slathering her tongue lewdly 
forward as one violent discharge of juices, after another mingled with the 
thicker outpourings of his teenaged loins. 

They both seemed to come for a long time, each spewing throb stronger than 
the one before it! 

She hadn't dreamed that he would be able to ejaculate such a large amount of 
hot sperm, and that alone had been enough to trigger her own insatiable 
pleasure! 

Even when she was completely finished and had slumped forward with her pussy 
a quivering, surrendering circle of flesh, his boyish vigor held out. His 
prick remained swollen and hard in the wet fist of her cunt-as if begging 
for another wanton ride of incestuous fun. 

"Let's fuck again," he whispered, his boyish voice a rasp of urgency against 
her ear. "This time let me on top." 

Despite her exhaustion, she felt a ripple of lusty interest go through her. 

Had she discovered a fifteen-year-old sex machine ? 

"You must be tired," she purred, leaning up on her elbows so that her face 
was only inches away from his. "After all, that was quite a performance." 

"Shit," he grinned, his eyes sparkling like a naughty Huck Finn, "I'll 
betcha I could screw a hot pussy all night." 

She was amazed-and gratified-that he had completely lost his modesty. And 
although it disturbed her a wee bit that she herself was not nearly shocked 
enough at what she had just done, and the words both of them had just used, 
it did not disturb her enough to prevent a slow tightening of her cuntal 
muscles. The gentle but firm constriction of her cunt around his still 
brawny young dick brought it quickly to a full-sized hard-on. 

"My," she hummed, breathily, "you are an excitable little monkey, aren't 
you?" 

He grinned for her again, and she felt his marvelous cock throb a few times 
against the clutching, grainy walls of her cunt. 

"Lemme fuck you this time," he pleaded. "I'll bet I can make you cum like a 
goddam mare in heat!" 

His raw, lewd language was turning her on all over again. Her pussy-crammed 
now with his fully aroused penis-and her tits, still wet and slippery from 
the milky fluids he had forced out with his fingers both gave proof of her 
stimulated nature. 

She kissed him quickly on the mouth-and he turned the intentionally fleeting 
peck into a real kiss. He pulled her head down and twisted her lips sideways 
against his own. He forced his tongue hard against her teeth until she 
opened up, and then he ran the whole of his tongue deep into her throat. He 
French-sucked for a few moments, making her blood churn heatedly. And when 
she finally pulled her bruised lips away, they separated from his with a 
wet, slurping plop. 

"You didn't tell me over the phone how well you kissed," she teased, placing 
the tip of one finger on his cute nose and depressing it playfully. 

He looked blank. "What phone?" he said. 

"All those phone calls on Saturday afternoons. All those dirty things you 
said you wanted to do to-" 

She stopped dead, the flesh crawling slightly at the edge of her scalp. 

"Willy, it was you, wasn't it?" 

Even his eyes told her he wasn't lying when he said, "Jesus, Aunt Mary-do 
you think I'd have the guts to make dirty calls to you? Maybe to some of the 
sluttier girls in my class at school, but Christamighty, not to you!" 

She frowned worriedly for only a second or two, and then she let a throaty 
chuckle escape from her breast. "Lord, I'm glad I didn't know that when I 
came in here awhile ago. I never would have had the nerve!" 

He got the joke, too, and smiled. At the same time one of his sneaky hands 
found one of her willing tits-and he squeezed her hardy nipple until it 
began to bloat pink and hot between his fingers. 

"Fm damn sure glad you didn't know either," he breathed. "Boy think of what 
I'd have missed!" 

"You can include me in on that," she slurred. His fingers kept roiling her 
tit, making it itch madly. 

"Does that mean you're gonna let me fuck you?" he begged. 

She grinned. "What do you think, you beautiful little stud!" 

Again he gave her a wide, lusty grin-but this time his hands slipped away 
from her pointing tits and moved over her flushed and naked buttocks. He 
urged her to roll over and she accomplished that in one smooth movement, so 
smooth that he came rolling over on top of her with his strapping young 
prick still buried to the nuts in her hot snatch. 

A sudden rakish thrill went all through her when she felt him atop her. It 
made her wild to get fucked again, and she knew from the stony hardness of 
his horny, insatiable prick that she was in for one hell of a beautiful 
screw! 

As for Willy, he was feeling his masculine oats right to the root of his 
cock. The expert way he forced her thighs wider open and made her lift her 
hips against his pelvis left her wondering just how many times he had fucked 
older women before! 

He began to pump her plump-lipped pussy with a vigor that immediately left 
her helpless to both their growing lusts. 

Five minutes later her cunt was brimming with the fury of the most delicious 
orgasm yet-flowing, streaming, juicing his slapping balls! 

And only after she was panting with the satisfaction of such adolescent 
whore-fucking did he drive his rigid cock right up to the mouth of her womb 
and empty his nuts in a half-dozen solid spurts! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

She slept well that night-better than she had in years. 

Since Monday was her day off from the library, she didn't even bother to set 
the alarm. Instead, she slept well into the morning and by the time she 
finally did arise Willy had been gone for hours. 

She lay in bed for another half-hour, a secret smile pulling up the corners 
of her mouth as she thought once again of what they had done the day 
before-and the night before! 

They had spent at least four or five hours fucking! 

Her smile changed now into a ragged grin as one deep throb after another 
went through her worked-over pussy. She could almost feel Willy's long but 
boyish prick still inside of her, filling her so beautifully, pumping up her 
endless lust! 

What a prize she had in her nephew! 

The longer she lay in bed thinking about sex with Willy, the more 
uncomfortable she grew. She wanted him again right then. And now she wished 
she had told him to skip school, because the kind of education she want 
wanted to give his exciting young body was something he would never get in a 
lifetime of sitting in a dull classroom. 

And then she thought of that other matter, the filthy telephone calls-calls 
that Willy denied he had made. 

She found that most troubling, but most interesting. 

If it wasn't Willy who had been calling her and rasping all those delicious, 
naughty suggestions into her ear, then who? 

Had she somewhere caught the attention of a teenaged boy? Perhaps in the 
supermarket? The library? Walking the several blocks home from the bus stop? 

The idea fascinated her, but already the excitement of looking forward to 
getting another obscene call seemed to melt away in the much more 
stimulating fact that she had somebody now to turn those fantasies into 
reality. 

She had a good-looking, fifteen-year-old stud living right in the house with 
her-and one perfectly willing and capable of fucking her as many times as 
she wanted him to! 

But he wasn't there right now, and thinking about it was making her tender 
cunt itch! 

She got out of bed and took a hot shower, thrusting her firm, recently 
sucked nipples up to the teasing spray of water. By the time she had toweled 
her body dry she felt that she might be able to get through the day until 
Willy came home from school. 

As it turned out, she only got through the morning! 

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon she found herself dialing the number 
of Willy's school and asking if she might speak to her nephew. 

She waited for him to come to the phone with her blood pounding in her 
veins. "Hello." 

"Willy?" 

"Hi, Aunt Mary-anything wrong?" 

He sounded very young and innocent to her over the phone, just as he always 
had. It almost amused her to remember what a bold little devil he had been 
in bed with her, taking her body like a grown man, grunting and gasping with 
passion each time he emptied his horny sperm deep inside of her. 

"Can you talk freely, Willy?" 

"Uh-yeah, I guess so." 

"Have you been thinking about me all morning?" 

She waited while he went through an embarrassed pause. "Sure, Aunt Mary." 

He sounded a little annoyed, too, but she didn't care. There was that 
powerful ache between her legs-that wouldn't allow her to stop what she had 
to say. 

"I want you to skip your classes this afternoon, Willy. Come on home." 

"Gee, I dunno ... I'm not doing too hot in English as it is." 

"Tell your teacher that your aunt is not feeling well, and that she wants 
you to run some errands for her." 

"You know old Mrs. Thompson, Aunt Mary. She's a real bitch when it comes 
to-" 

"You tell Mrs. Thompson to call me if there are any questions." 

There was another stubborn pause, then: "Actually, Aunt Mary, I promised 
this girl, Peggy, that I'd have a Coke with her after school." 

Miss Harble felt a dark twinge of jealousy go through her. "Peggy who?" she 
demanded, firmly. 

"Uh-Peggy Sue Williams. You know, I told you about her one time." 

"I don't remember a thing about your having a girlfriend." 

"She's not exactly that, but..." His voice trailed off, and Miss Harble took 
immediate advantage of his uncertainty. 

"Never mind about Peggy Williams today, Willy. I insist that you come home. 
You can see your silly girlfriends tomorrow." 

"Christ, Aunt Mary, I-" 

"No more arguments, Willy. I'll expect you to be here in an hour." 

Before he could say anything else, she snapped down the receiver. 

She stood for a few moments by the phone, her lips pressed together, eyes 
narrowed, hands clenched. 

"I won't have him wasting himself on some idiotic little tramp," she 
whispered, thickly. "I won't have it!" 

Just the thought of Willy's naked young body servicing some purring, 
grinning young female made her angrier than she had been in some time. But 
she knew exactly how to deal with that problem. 

She would keep Willy so satisfied from now on that he wouldn't have the 
energy to think about girls! 

He was home within the hour, and when he arrived she was very ready for him. 
She had on nothing but a thin, pink peignoir which she usually kept buried 
in the bottom of her bureau. It was a garment she had bought on impulse a 
few months ago but had never dared wear. It was practically a see-through 
gownone of those Hollywoodish things that teased the eyes by revealing the 
shape of the breasts and nipples and allowing even the dark thatch of pubic 
hair to be detected. 

It was a perfect gown to arouse the lusty interest of an adolescent male! 

She met Willy at the door. 

Even before she spoke to him, she drank in the sexiness of him. He had worn 
his favorite pair of tight wheat jeans today, the ones with the patches on 
the buttocks that were a fad with teenagers. The patch on his left buttock 
was an imitation of a road sign that read RESUME SPEED. And the one on his 
right buttock was a grinning mouth with a long red tongue slathered out and 
the words FINGER LICKIN' GOOD circling it. 

She closed the door behind him and locked it. When she turned back to him 
she let the gown fall carelessly open-expecting his eyes to pop at the sight 
of her almost nude body. 

But Willy didn't seem interested. 

"Peggy was damned mad at me," he said, gruffly. 

Again she felt that sharp spike of jealousy. "Can't you say two words 
without thinking about her," she snapped. 

He only grunted, and turned away. 

"Willy!" 

He paused and hooked his thumbs cutely into his back pockets of the jeans 
before turning back to her. He had a bored expression on his face., "I want 
you to fuck me," she said, quietly but firmly. 

The corners of his mouth drew down. "Jesus, Aunt Mary," he muttered, "I knew 
that was what you wanted-but I'm tired today. I'm not a sex machine, you 
know." 

She smiled acidly. "Are you sure you weren't planning to have sex with Peggy 
this afternoon." 

He looked confused, but shook his head. "Are you kidding? She wouldn't let 
me touch her. She's a nice girl." 

Miss Harble felt a wicked little twinge of need ripple through her cunt. 
"And I'm your dirty old-maid aunt, I suppose?" 

He blushed. "Naw, I didn't mean that, but 

"Have you ever eaten a soft, hot pussy, Willy?" 

She watched his blush deepen into scarlet, but the sudden glitter m ms blue 
eyes told her that she was getting someplace at last. 

"Answer me, Willy. Have you ever had the chance to stick your tongue between 
a girl's legs and do anything you wanted to?" 

"No-no, ma'am." 

"Have you ever thought about it?" 

"Yeah, I guess. Sure, lots of times." 

"I want you to eat me, Willy. If you don't want to fuck me with that lovely 
big prick of yours, then I want you to fuck my pussy with your tongue." 

A boy can take only so much of that kind of talk! 

She watched with growing pleasure as the front of his tight jeans began to 
bulge. She could see, perfectly outlined, the already familiar size and 
shape of his cock. She took only a step or two forward, and then she snaked 
her right hand down to his crotch and rubbed his quickly budding hard-on 
with the tips of her fingers. 

"Let's go up to my bedroom," she whispered, raggedly. "I want to see if you 
can make me cum with your mouth!" 

He was beyond complaining now. His prick was stiff in his jeans, and she 
knew that if she unbuttoned his fly his delightful penis would come out as 
horizontal and rigid as a bar of iron. 

For her own selfish reasons, she even added one last evil touch to his 
mounting need for sex. 

"You can think about your Peggy while you eat me," she purred. "You can 
close your eyes and pretend you're lapping away at her hot little cunt!" 

It took only seconds for them to reach her bedroom, and it pleased her that 
Willy didn't hesitate at all before he began to take off his clothes. She 
knew that his stiff silence meant only that he was fully aroused-that her 
teasing words and gentle manipulation of his prick had already turned him 
into the savage, fuck-crazed little animal she wanted him to be. 

She stripped quickly out of the flimsy peignoir and sat down on the edge of 
the bed, legs apart, the whiskered thatch of her pussy invitingly exposed. 

She watched Willy strip down to his socks, letting her eyes come always 
lazily back to stout erection between his legs. 

"Take off everything," she cooed, smiling at. him. 

He grinned and tore off his socks. Then he came toward her with his eyes 
riveted to the hair-lined folds of her cunt. 

He dropped quickly to his knees at the edge of the bed and pushed her 
willing legs wider apart. She could feel the coral lips of her itching twat 
spreading apart, burning for the pleasurable touch of his youthful tongue. 

But instead of immediately beginning to eat her, he proved once again that 
despite his lack of experience in such things he was a born little satyr. He 
moved his face deep into the V of her thighs, until his pursed lips were 
only an inch away from the deeply slitted trench of her cunt, and then he 
very gently began to blow on the tufted hair of her sex. 

At first she was disappointed not to feel the funneling thickness of his 
tongue. She had already imagined how much fun it would be to experience the 
firm, spongy wetness of his mad little tongue snaking lewdly between the 
pliant lips of her cunt-teasing, licking, sucking at her. But the blowing 
was nice. Very nice. 

It grew quite goddam nice before he finished ! 

"Ummmm, Willy," she managed, finally, "I like that. I really do like that!" 

He knew she liked it. He could smell the oily hotness of her horny slit, and 
he was close enough to her pussy to see every change. Despite his basic 
ignorance about female sexual organs, he was bright enough to know that the 
vagina was made up of thick, fleshy outer lips with hair, and that there was 
smaller, inner lips which swell and protrude when the female is aroused. It 
is the inner lips which can hold the gorged stiffness of even the largest 
and longest of pricks, hold such cocks like a soapy fist, nipping and 
squeezing and loving the length of them until the hot sperm has to come 
boiling out of the balls in tribute. 

Willy knew that much, and now he was learning more. 

As he gently blew his hot breath on the spreading cleft of her cunt, he 
watched her clit thicken and rise, pushing like the tip of a baby's thumb up 
through the folds of meaty flesh. He knew what a clit was, knew that it was 
like the penis of the male-and that you could bring a woman to a quick, 
strong climax by either rubbing it between your fingers or sucking on it 
with your mouth. 

But he didn't want to bring his Aunt Mary to a climax while it was so much 
fun keeping her hot and bothered like this. 

He wanted to punish her a little bit for spoiling his afternoon with Peggy 
Williams-even if he had lied a little to his aunt about her. Peggy wasn't 
the nice girl he had said she was, although she sure as hell was one of the 
best looking cunts in school. The truth was, she would fuck anything with a 
big dick-and he had been writing her notes for two weeks in his study period 
asking her if she would let him fuck her. And today was to have been the 
day-until his aunt spoiled everything. 

So now he fully intended to make her pay for it by driving her out of her 
whoring old brain, then eating and fucking her pussy like a hard-assed 
marine! 

Miss Harble knew nothing of what her nephew was thinking. All she knew was 
that his constant, lewd blowing warm breath on her sensitized pussy was 
making her very hot. She squirmed and twisted, moving her open thighs this 
way and that. But he was holding her very firmly with his strong young 
hands, and even when she moved her twitching snatch away from his lips, he 
followed and continued blowing with that soft, maddening hotness that was 
more stimulating than the cock of a stallion could have been. 

"Darling--! " she rasped, closing her eyes against the deep flush of 
pleasure that seemed to be turning her body into a sheet of flame. "Use your 
tongue now! Eat me, please! EAT ME!" 

But he didn't. Not quite yet. He kept holding her splayed loins apart with 
both his hands, blowing on her pussy, watching the wet, purple clit 
vibrating with lust, secretly grinning at the way the inner lips of her cunt 
had already turned from a bright red to a deep wine color-moist and sweaty 
from glandular excitement. 

But he was only human, too. And even before he had knelt between her mature 
thighs his prick had been stiff. Now it was not merely stiff, it was hard as 
bone-so outrageously rigid that a few licks of a strange tongue would have 
brought his sperm rocketing from his balls. 

And because he was so hot, because her cunt was smelling so deliciously 
funky and horny, and because he had never in his life eaten a ripe pussy, he 
suddenly rolled his tongue out of his panting young mouth and thrust his 
face deep between her legs! 

"Oh, God! Chhhrristtt!! ! " 

The sudden attack on the center of her throbbing slit came as a surprise to 
her. But a marvelous surprise! 

She bucked her loins up at him, then gasped aloud as she felt his lascivious 
young tongue go into her to the roots. She almost screamed as he wriggled 
and sawed his tongue from one side to the other, tasting the grainy walls of 
her pussy like a hungry calf licking salt. 

He pulled his tongue quickly out of her clasping cunt, but just as quickly 
stabbed it back in again. He repeated this so many times that she reeled in 
drunken lust, curling her toes and lifting her legs up over his shoulders. 
He seemed to enjoy making her hot. He burrowed his whole face between her 
legs until only his forehead was visible, and then with an almost demented 
concentration of energy he started a powerful fucking of her surrendering 
slit with his tongue. 

She felt the nipples of her tits swell quickly into coned nubs of passion, 
and she touched them lightly with the tips of her own fingers-increasing her 
joy, making it hum like a hot electric wire from the center of her cunt to 
the peaks of her breasts. 

She passed from one heady zenith of pleasure to another, each more powerful 
than the last. Her juices built quickly to the spilling point. She felt one 
ragged spasm after another wing through her pussy until the real one came, 
and then with a grunt of raw lust she wrapped both her legs around Willy's 
bobbing head and spewed her hotness against his tongue. 

She came so hard and completely that she heard him choke, slurping his 
wicked young tongue to get all of her offering, but without a pause he was 
at her again-eating her dripping, sluttish hole all over again! 

For the second building orgasm she relaxed. This time she intended to remain 
as passive as a lazy cat, letting Willy do all the work, forcing him to saw 
that depraved young tongue of his in and out of her snatch until it was raw. 
She wanted to hook him on pussy-eating, to make an addict of cunt juice, to 
brainwash him into thinking that no sleep would ever come for him until he 
had eaten her trench at least once a day! 

To that end she pushed her relaxed but cloying slit snugly against his 
mouth, enjoying the way the matted coil of hair around her cuntal lips made 
a moustache and beard for his boyish face. 

Willy seemed to warm to her desire to be eaten twice. Instead of tiring in 
his novel role as a tongue-stud for her, he started to work on her with a 
lechery that would have done credit to a perverted male twice his age. 

For the next five minutes the room was filled with the sound of his husky 
young tongue slurping and lapping her stretched and greedy pussy. But it 
took much longer than that to draw the hidden honey from the depths of her 
womb-honey that Willy seemed hungry to savor again. 

He worked between her legs like a young sow, slobbering over the puffed 
folds of her cunt, licking and tonguing deep one second and nuzzling almost 
gently along the rim of her hole the next. 

The combination of techniques drove her mad with pleasure! 

"Suck me, you cute little bastard!" she husked, barely recognizing her own 
voice in the guttural rasp of her breath. "Eat me to death! EAT IT! EAT IT 
GOOD!! ! " 

But Willy now had other ideas. He had played the role of sex slave long 
enough, and now he wanted to satisfy his own boiling lust. 

He pushed her clinging legs roughly away from his shoulders and came up from 
his kneeling position, crouching like an athlete above her thighs. She had 
only one fleeting glimpse of his furiously distended prick before he shoved 
it solidly up her heated cunt. He rode the whole of his cock inside of her, 
shoving it so deep that his balls pressed flatly against her ass-hole. Then, 
before she could absorb the full new pleasure of his attack, he began to 
fuck her with all the abandon of his adolescent nature. 

She loved it. 

She lay back on the bed and stuck her legs straight out, holding them wide 
for him, letting him screw her as savagely as he pleased. 

With a cunt already teased to the breaking point by his massaging tongue, 
she found an almost heavenly satisfaction in now getting the real thing. She 
even fucked back at him, meeting thrust for thrust, pumping her hips upward 
to meet his shameless ramming. 

Quickly, like the coiled hissing of a snake, she felt another orgasm 
powering up from her bowels! 

She jerked her flushed face from one side of the bed to the other, her hair 
spilling damply over her forehead, her eyes glazing and her tongue 
slathering wetly out of her mouth as his strapping young prick ramrodded one 
gushering of juices after another from her cunt! 

"AAHHHhhhhh!" 

She gurgled and whined as the ecstasy of getting fucked while she spasmed 
took control of her body. 

The swollen pink muffin of her cunt only oiled his cock into a better 
working tool. 

He fell half over her, supporting himself by his arms, his lean young 
buttocks pumping like mad-balling her sassy slit raw! 

"Take it, you greedy old cunt!" he hissed. "Groove your fucking ass off on 
my big dick!" 

She could only grunt and grin, letting out one long-drawn sigh after another 
as his sturdy rod continued the endless rounds of champion thrusts. 

She wondered in her blazing brain if ever again she would be fucked quite 
this well! 

But she also knew in the sly and carnal corners of her mind that Willy would 
always be able to make her cum like this-in an endless variety of ways! 

That was the glory of fifteen-year-old boys! 

It was like being fucked into a sweet coma by a robot of lust! 

She even began to crave the way his firm balls were whipping her ass! 

But even robots have a limit, and after a few more moments of brutal 
injections of his rigid meat into her hole he gasped like an exhausted 
Olympic swimmer and bolted a half-dozen spurts of white-hot sperm into her 
body. 

She almost purred as she worked her loins against his ... milking him ... 
milking that delicious teenaged passion from his nuts ... her randy old cunt 
sucking at his hard cock like a blind mouth! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Even Joe, the aging custodian at the library, noticed a change in Miss 
Harble when she came in for work the following day. 

Joe grinned at her, a twinkle in his eye-as if as much to say he knew what 
she'd been up to. But the last smile, she knew, was on her side of the 
matter. No matter what the silly old man might think were logical reasons 
for the warm glow in her cheeks, he couldn't possibly know that she had 
spent most of yesterday afternoon fucking and being fucked by her nephew! 

That was her delicious little secret! 

With a fresh rose pinned to her ample, gently swollen bosom, she spent the 
morning in the library working in the stacks. She hummed as she worked, and 
at regular intervals a cunning little grin would pull at the corners of her 
mouth. She could hardly contain her happiness at the new world that had been 
opened up for her and Willy. She knew she had been right in her stratagem of 
making him come home from school yesterday-despite his perverse 
reluctance-and what he had said to her at the end of their sexual marathon 
only proved it. 

"Jesus, Aunt Mary," he had husked at her, his youthful body near exhaustion 
from the lewd ravishment of her willing body, "I didn't know screwing an 
older woman could be so damn good!" 

She had loved him for saying that, and for adding as his lips hovered like a 
little hungry bee over the distended nub of one of her wet nipples, "And 
eating your pussy really turned me on. I wanta do that some more-a lot 
more." 

Now, standing in the quiet library stacks, she felt a raw throb of need 
spreading through her loins. She wished that Willy were there right then, 
with his head under her dress and his tongue funneling warmly up into the 
sucking hole of her cunt. She knew that only a few minutes of such lubricous 
eating of her hole would make her cum with maddening pleasure. 

But for now she would have to wait-wait ' for the slow clock to tick the 
hours away until she was off from work and Willy was home from school. 

The day did indeed prove to be slow, the morning dragging sluggishly into 
the afternoon when she was assigned to the main checkout desk. It was a job 
she had done for years in the afternoons, but today a new element was added. 
And that was her sudden compulsive awareness of all the teenaged boys in the 
library, especially the ones who came up to ask her a question or to check 
out books. 

She had always noticed such boys, she reasoned, but never with the 
experience behind her that she had enjoyed with Willy. 

After all, the whole world was filled with pubescent males just like 
Willy-all with firm young bodies, all with the same vigorous ability to 
satisfy mature and horny females like herself, and all with their minds 
constantly bordering on the erotic. 

There were one or two boys in the library that she picked out as 
particularly exciting objects of her secretive, harmless sexual fantasies. 

One was a tall boy with curling blonde hair just like Willy's. She found her 
eyes wandering constantly up from the card file on her desk to casually 
follow every movement of the boy. She decided that he couldn't have been a 
day over sixteen, a handsome and well-groomed young man in striped slacks 
and those thick-heeled shoes that young males seemed to affect these days. 

She took every chance she had to check his crotch, shamelessly hoping to see 
something there-a bulge, the shape of his penis, the smallest indication 
that he might have sex on his mind. 

But he seemed more like an angel than a satyr. 

Between keeping a greedy eye on the cute young thing and checking out books, 
she let her mind leap like a scarlet fountain into the world of her 
imagination. She saw herself nude once again, lying with her legs apart and 
her nipples hard while the strange blonde boy knelt between her thighs and 
licked slowly but devotedly on the sleek, pouting lips of her cunt. And then 
she imagined herself being fucked by him while Willy stood close by, ready 
to take over when he was through. 

She had never been so stimulated by just thinking of sex, but the debauched 
possibility of being serviced by two hotly aroused teen-aged boys was making 
her clitoris swell and throb! 

She was sorry to see the blonde lad finally leave the library. He had not 
once looked her way, and he had not bothered to check out a single book. He 
had seemed bored, and she was sorry that she didn't have the extrasensory 
powers that some people claimed to have-the ability to communicate one's 
thoughts and needs into the mind of another. 

She wondered what that blonde little sex-machine would have done if he could 
have known a thirty-five-year old woman was lusting after a good fuck with 
him! 

But the second object of her sluttish thoughts proved to be a bit more 
co-operative. 

She was checking out a book for a plain little girl in horn-rims when she 
happened to notice a muscular, seventeen-year-old boy sitting at one of the 
reading tables about twenty feet away. The b'w was staring at the legs of 
the girl at the same time he was pretending to read a book. And he was also 
slyly rubbing his prick under the table! 

Miss Harble felt a sharp excitement in her breast, but she continued to go 
about her business without letting either the girl or the boy know that she 
was a witness to this adolescent game. The girl herself didn't seem to be 
aware that she was the object of a teenaged voyeur-dumb little tramp that 
she was!-and Miss Harble was thus able to enjoy the boy's horny condition 
without sharing it with another female. 

When the girl had left, she kept glancing periodically at the boy until he 
finally looked her way. And then she smiled at him. Just one of those quick, 
friendly grins. 

She saw the boy hesitate, then grin back with one of those uncertain, jerky 
little expressions any young male might deliver when he is caught being 
naughty. 

And this one was being very naughty. The deliberate rubbing of his crotch 
while thinking of the stupid girl had made him get one of those enormous, 
stubborn hard-ons that are both the curse and the blessing of boys his age. 
And she could see it very plainly, pushing up against the cloth covering his 
leg. A large, long, healthy cock that easily could fuck its way through a 
troop of Girl Scouts any day or night of the week! 

Just the sight of that sheathed, brawny young prick made her vaginal lips 
swell against the tight nylon front of her panties. 

The boy looked at her again, smiled again. 

She smiled once more at him, then let her eyes drop back to her work. Her 
hands were trembling and her mind was going in fifty directions' at once. 

He knew she knew he had a hard-on-and that his slack grin was all but 
saying, Hey, lady, you want me to fuck you with this big rod? 

He remained at the reading table for a very long time, but she didn't have 
the nerve to look at him again. 

She wasn't ready for this, despite the fact that her cunt was hot and moist. 
She couldn't allow herself to flirt with boys every time a cute one came 
into the library! No matter how much fun it might be! 

She was even less prepared to deal with the situation when the same boy 
suddenly appeared in front of her with a book in his hand. The book was Love 
Story. 

"I hear this is a pretty good book," he said, and she was almost stunned to 
hear how deep and husky his voice sounded. 

She managed one or two polite looks at him-and was rewarded once more with a 
knowing grin. But she didn't speak. She merely quickly filled out his card, 
trying not even to note that his name was Pete Foster. 

She had already noted, however, that he was a combination of that muscular 
and youthfully lean look most seventeen-year-old boys have. His eyes were a 
dark, bedroom brown, to match the thick, longish hair coming nearly to his 
shoulders. His grin was both sexy and bewitching. 

"Say," the boy breathed, low enough so that nobody else could possibly have 
heard, "that's a pretty rose you have on." 

She glanced at him to thank him, and saw his eyes were looking less at the 
rose than at the fullness of her breasts and the pronounced humps of her 
nipples. 

"Thank you," she managed, irritated with herself for feeling so 
flustered-yet vaguely pleased with his effrontery. 

"See ya tomorrow," he said, giving her one final grin and turning from the 
desk just slowly enough to allow her to steal one final quick glimpse of his 
crotch in profile. Again she was rewarded by the promising bulge down 
there-only half-hard now, but as shamelessly in evidence as the prick of a 
street Arab! 

After that experience, she didn't allow herself to cruise the library crowd 
anymore. She was already unnerved enough to need an aspirin-and besides, 
there was always Willy waiting at home to take the edge off her frustration. 

But she couldn't forget what Pete Foster had said and the tone of his young 
voice: see ya tomorrow. 

It was almost as exciting as a proposition! 

When the end of the day did come, she went straight home. She wanted to be 
there before Willy so that she could bathe and perfume herself-so that she 
could be ready for him to please her for an hour or so before dinner. 

But she wasn't the first one home. In fact, Willy met her at the 
door-wearing only a T-shirt, cutoffs, and a sly grin. 

"I've got a surprise for you," he said. 

She half-expected to see his girlfriend pop out of the living room, but the 
surprise was far more inventive-and pleasing to her-than that. 

She learned about the surprise when he led her down the hall to his bedroom, 
and pointed proudly to a projector and screen carefully set up and arranged 
so that they could see the screen best from the bed. 

"What on earth--? " she whispered. 

"A fuck movie, Aunt Mary. You seemed to groove on that sex magazine so much 
the other day, I thought you might go wild over this." 

She stared dumbly at her nephew, but before she could utter another word, he 
was rattling on like a professional. 

"I borrowed it from one of the guys. Don't worry, this friend of mine owns 
it-and he keeps it out in the country in a kind of clubhouse some of the 
guys rent. It's two-hundred feet of super-eight stuff, made in Denmark or 
some damn place. I haven't seen this one myself, but if it's like the others 
I've seen-" 

"Willy," she gasped, finally, "did you tell your friends about--? " 

"Aw, hell no, Aunt Mary. You think I'm dumb? I just told Jack I wanted to 
run it for a cousin of mine who was visiting. I thought it would be a real 
wild trip to sort of play around while we watch it. Know what I mean?" 

It took her a few seconds to absorb the shock, but once she realized how 
clever and imaginative it had been of Willy to even think of such a thing, 
she warmed to the idea. 

"I've never in my life seen one of those-ah...." 

"Fuck flics?" Willy grinned. 

She smiled hesitantly back at him, feeling at last the boldness growing in 
her that would certainly lead once again to sex. 

"What's the name of this movie, Willy?" 

His grin held. "Take off your clothes, and I'll not only tell you but show 
you." 

He got the film ready as she quickly removed every garment she was wearing. 
When she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra she could already feel 
the hardening nipples of her tits pushing like duckbills against the centers 
of the cups. The bra sprang forward upon release, and her rosily coned 
breasts perked upward. 

She thought once or twice of the boy in the library-that muscular Pete 
Foster-and wondered what he was doing right now, wondered if perhaps he 
wasn't locked at this minute in his own bedroom, playing with that beautiful 
big prick of his while thinking lustful thoughts about her! 

When she was naked, she settled on Willy's bed and watched him thread the 
film. It didn't take him long, and the second he flicked the switch he began 
to tear out of his skimpy T-shirt and cutoffs. When he caught her watching 
him get nude, he smiled and jerked a thumb toward the movie screen. 

"Hey, watch the action up there. This one is called DIRTY DEN MOTHER!" 

She tore her eyes away his bulging shorts and glanced at the screen. The 
first thing she saw sent icy thrills of pleasure up her bare spine. A 
completely naked female, about her own age, was lying on a sofa eating 
bonbons. For a few seconds the camera circled her, coming in for close-ups 
of her tits and pussy, showing even the hairs quite clearly that grew on the 
puffed ridges of her vagina. Her tits were big things, the nipples large and 
dark and probably touched up a bit with rouge to show up better on the color 
film. 

Suddenly, a door opened behind her and three teenaged boys entered-all 
wearing Boy Scout uniforms. All of the boys were very handsome, and one of 
them couldn't have been a day over fourteen! 

"Watch this," Willy whispered, settled now on the bed beside her and one of 
his hands moving between her easily parting thighs. "Jack told me all three 
of these lucky dudes get to screw her goddam cunt." 

She gasped softly as Willy's hand covered her own pussy and rubbed its furry 
surface, forcing one finger slowly between the meaty folds like a firm 
little cock.- 

She continued to watch the movie while Willy gently fingered her, twiddling 
the moist hotness of her heating slit like an expert. 

The boys in the movie were wasting no time, either. One of them was already 
sucking on the big tits of the woman on the sofa-while the other two were 
thrashing out of their uniforms. The older of the two scouts got undressed 
first, and Miss Harble moaned softly when she saw the size of his devilish 
young prick. It was huge-seemingly much too large for his lean, hairless 
body. He looked like a sixteen-year-old boy with the penis of a grown man! 

"Christ, what a pecker he's got," Willy breathed, admiringly. "I'd sure like 
to ball you with something like that!" 

She didn't bother to tell Willy that she was quite satisfied with the 
six-inch tool he had himself. She knew he was in no doubt of how well he 
could make her lusty pussy foam! 

The Boy Scout in question stroked his manly rod a few times and it stood out 
from his body as hard as stone. Then he went quickly to the waiting female 
on the sofa and mounted her, ramming his glorious hard-on deep into her 
succulent cunt with one shove. 

The camera followed the action in great detail, nosing in behind the bare 
buttocks of the young champion stud to show that he really had his prick 
into that hairy mouth to the balls. Then the camera lingered a few delicious 
seconds while the boy began to fuck her, showing the way the large penis 
oiled in and out of her clinging hole, glistening wetly already with her 
aroused juices. 

Then the camera showed the fourteen-year-old scout. He was naked, too, and 
although his cock was somewhat small in comparison to his friend, he had 
excitingly large balls-and his prick was violently stiff. 

While one scout fucked her and another sucked hungrily on her swelling tits, 
the youngest came around to the edge of the sofa and stuck his stout peter 
right up to her lips. 

Willy's finger began to go wild in his aunt's pussy now, fingering her 
deeply and lewdly. "Wow, look at that sonofabitch," he husked, softly, "he's 
gonna get a good blowjob! Man, look at that-V 

She was looking, and what she was seeing was making her cunt throb wantonly 
around Willy's exploring finger. The woman on the sofa had turned her head 
to the youthful prick leveled at her, and she was shamelessly "licking on 
it, using the flat of her tongue to lap under the head of the boy's cock. 

Not to miss a thing, the camera came in for a merciless, stimulating 
close-up of the blow-job. The whole screen seemed suddenly filled with the 
woman's wet mouth and lips working on the powerfully erected, 
fourteen-year-old prick. She kissed, licked, lapped and finally greedily 
sucked on the hard column of meat and kept sucking until the bloating out of 
her cheeks told the viewer that the wicked little imp she was blowing had 
filled her mouth with cum! 

"Jesus," Willy groaned, pulling at his aunt's legs. "This is getting me so 
fucking hot, I've gotta get my rocks off, too!" 

She was more than ready to let him screw her, and when he quickly positioned 
himself between her arched and lifted thighs she grasped his lovely, hard 
prick with one hand and guided it selfishly between the pouting lips of her 
cunt. 

They had fucked so many times by now that Willy was dead to any modesty. He 
knew she liked to be treated like a whore, talked to like a whore, and best 
of all fucked like a whore! 

Leaning over her flushed body with both hands buried deep into the mattress 
on either side of her torso, he began to pump his horny cock in and out of 
her pussy like a maniac. As he panted, his blonde hair fell over his 
forehead and his mouth opened in a blind, animal lust of concentrated 
fucking. 

She lay with both arms spread contentedly out, moving her rakish thighs in 
slow counterpoint to his forceful thrusts. His prick seemed bigger than ever 
today-longer and stiffer and more demanding of her pliant slit. And she knew 
his arousal could only have come from the filthy movie-and it excited her to 
think what a depraved and lascivious mind he had! 

While Willy screwed her she was still able to watch the pornographic movie, 
and it proved a double thrill to feed on the real passion of the teenaged 
boy pumping madly away inside her cunt while watching the images on the 
screen performing the most perverted things possible. 

The female in the movie was now being fucked by two of the scouts-or rather, 
she was in the male position above one, balling him out of his mind, while 
another was in the doggie position behind her raised buttocks, brutally 
cornholing her stretched anus so hard that his balls were slapping between 
her legs. 

But it was what the youngest scout was doing that sent the deepest, most 
ragged shock of lust through Miss Harble's brain. He was crouched at the 
head of the sofa, obscenely offering his own white, firm buttocks to the 
nose and lips of the female. 

Miss Harble watched in numb fascination as the woman in the movie smelled 
and licked the proffered ass of the young boy. She saw the snaking pink 
tongue move in and out of the puckered brown hole in front of it, licking 
and sucking as if the little trench of flesh was filled with warm honey! 

The incredibly immoral orgy on the screen did shock her-but more than that, 
it excited her to a fever pitch of lust! 

She crawled both her legs up around Willy's own humping buttocks and locked 
her ankles together. The action seemed to turn her nephew on more than ever, 
and with a deep groan of maddened passion he doubled his efforts to fuck her 
to a standstill. 

Her tits were burning, twitching, the nipples pointing up like thumbs. 

"Suck me!" she hissed, forcing the heels of her bare feet painfully deep 
into Willy's pounding butt. "Eat my tits while you fuck me!! ! " 

His mouth came slobbering down over first one rigid nipple, then the other. 
He chewed at her swollen breasts, taking whole mouthfuls of her coned 
hotness and sucking and biting right out to the ends of her nipples, then 
pulling away only long enough to lap at her peaked goodies with his rapidly 
stabbing tongue. 

She tried to watch the movie again, but the images were blurred in her 
lust-controlled mind. Instead, she found her mouth sucking at Willy's neck, 
her fingers up against his boyish chest and playing with the hardened tips 
of his own male nipples, her thighs churning, her pussy dripping, her skin 
goosepimpling with sudden, overwhelming spasms of completed passion. 

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNKKKKKK!! P" The noises which came out of her throat were 
barely human. The pleasure was almost too much. She tried to fight the 
sex-crazy young animal off of her, but Willy was strong as a stallion. He 
kept fucking her even as her juices spilled hotly from the corners of her 
crammed cunt and flowed over his balls like scalding water. 

"G-G-God, Willy!" she shrieked, leaning up and grasping the rounded cheeks 
of his pumping ass with both her hands. "I-I can't staaaaaannnd it! 
I-ah-AH-OHHHhhhhh!! ! " 

Her pussy exploded again, this time with a deeper vaginal ecstasy that 
seemed to pour a torrent of hot nectar over the sawing length of his cock. 

And then Willy did something that she blindly remembered having seen in the 
magazine-something that was more thrilling than feeling his lust being 
consummated against her womb. 

He pulled his wet, stone-hard prick from between the sodden lips of her cunt 
and deliberately jacked it off over her tits. 

She had only one or two erotic seconds to view his fists around the root of 
his violently erected penis, and then the thick hot spurts of his sperm came 
shooting out over her stomach and nipples. 

A drop or two of his healthy cum even hit her chin, but most of it clung to 
the tops of her nipples or slathered like smoking lava into her navel. 

And then her young god of lust settled back over her legs with a flushed and 
pleased grin, the swollen, throbbing tool between his legs matched by the 
evil little glint of triumph in his eyes... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The young, muscular boy named Pete Foster was on Miss Harble's mind the 
entire following day. 

All that morning in the stacks she kept glancing up, hoping to see him 
standing there slyly grinning at her. She didn't quite know what she would 
have done if he had appeared-but she knew that the idea having him sexually 
interested in her was very appealing. Wickedly and even dangerously 
appealing. 

But Pete did not show up that morning, nor in the afternoon. His failure to 
appear caused her to go through a whole series of feelings-from 
disappointment to concern to anger. And that was the last emotion she was 
left with, the tiny flame of anger licking almost mockingly between her 
legs. She felt that the young man had merely been making fun of her with all 
those grins and compliments. He had probably even laughed at her once he got 
outside the library! 

The thought that she could be the object of ridicule to a boy like 
that-perhaps even to Willy-sent cold chills down her back. 

"I'll never put myself in a position to be dominated by a mere adolescent 
male," she told herself, sternly. "This little thing Willy and I are having 
will pass-and someday neither of us will think anything at all about it." 

But despite her lofty intentions to be above the need of somebody like Pete 
Foster, she still found herself glancing up all afternoon from the checkout 
desk-hungry for the sight of the handsome, well-endowed young man. 

And she was more than ready when closing time came. She had a headache and 
her nerves were tingling like struck piano wires. 

She did manage to get home before Willy on this day, and she went 
immediately to her bedroom, strewing her clothes all over the place like a 
high school girl. She thought that if she didn't get into the bathtub for a 
long soak, her headache would split her skull wide open. 

She was no more settled deep into the soapy tub than the telephone rang. 

"Damn you, just ring," she breathed. 

She ignored the dozen or so stubborn rings and took her time about enjoying 
the sweet luxury of her bath. But when she was finally out of the tub and 
toweling herself dry, the phone jangled sharply again. 

"For God's sake," she sighed. "It must be important." 

She slipped into the thin pink peignoir which had become her favorite 
garment since she seduced Willy in it-and trailed a lilac scent back to her 
bedroom. By habit she lay down on the bed and snatched up the phone which 
was on the little night stand nearby. 

"Yes--? " 

"Hi, honey-what the hell kept you? You been fucking the iceman down in the 
kitchen ? " 

That muffled teenaged voice again! 

"I've asked you not to call here," she began, as she always began, "and you 
should know that if I informed the police-" 

"You ain't gonna inform the police or anybody else, baby. You wanta know 
why? Cause you dig having a young stud like me talk dirty. You think about 
boys with big pricks all the time. You were thinking about one yesterday, 
weren't you?" 

"I-I don't know what you mean!" 

"Sure you do. Think about it." 

She was thinking about it-and the thoughts were terrifying her. She was 
thinking of that boy named Jack, the one Willy said he had got the 
pornographic film and projector from. It could be him she was talking to 
right now! 

"I think you had better explain yourself," she managed, keeping as much 
rigidity to her voice as possible. 

She heard him chuckle softly at the other end. "Sure, Miss Harble, I'll 
explain. I set you up for that little demonstration yesterday in the 
library. It was my cock you were eyeing like a cat eyeing a canary. I got it 
hard just to see if you would turn on-and, sweetheart, you turned on like a 
two-bit whore." 

Her blood was pounding. "Is this-Pete Foster?" 

"Uh-huh, and I'll bet this is the horny lady with the rose pinned to her hot 
tit." 

"You-you obscene little-bastard!" 

"Hey, honey, cut that out. I may be a bastard, but I damn sure ain't little. 
You saw that for yourself. I've got nine big inches down there-and that's 
not bad for just being seventeen years old." 

He had taken the handkerchief away from his mouth now, and she indeed 
recognized the husky, almost manly voice that the same Pete Foster had used 
yesterday. And once again she felt the wildly mixed emotions-irritation and 
fascination! 

"Sorry if you were expecting me in today," Pete was drawling, his voice an 
arrogant, sexy tone of confidence, "but you see, I've got this other nice 
lady who's interested in me. Or did you think you were the only lucky sinner 
on my phone list? Hell, baby, if you only knew half of what goes on in your 
age bracket, you'd turn green with pure envy. I mean, if you're not getting 
your horny old twat serviced regularly by some fuck-machine like me, it's 
your own fault." 

"D-don't you dare come back into the library," she sniffed, feeling idiotic 
for saying exactly the opposite of what she was feeling. 

Fortunately, he ignored her. 

"Listen, Miss Harble, how about trying me out. I'm willing to go along for 
one free ride, just to let you get a taste of the product. Tell you what, 
you arrange it and I'll fuck you. Make it your place or a motel. I'll ball 
you dizzy for say an hour. You name the number of times you wanta cum, and 
I'll guarantee you to deliver. If you don't agree I'm one of the best studs 
you've ever had pump your pussy, you don't owe me a thing. But if you like 
it as much as I know you're gonna, we set up a regular little deal. Twenty 
bucks a fuck." 

Despite the shocking, insulting nature of his conversation, she was being 
helplessly turned on by him. The casual, cynical way in which this teenaged 
gigolo was trying to entice her into a business deal involving her sexual 
needs and his stallion qualities was making her cunt twitch and the nipples 
of her tits point up against the teasing lightness of the peignoir! 

"You still there, doll?" 

"Y-yes," she whispered, raggedly. 

"Lemme tell you about my services. 'Course, I keep everything strictly 
confidential, but I will tell you about this one lady I've been serving for 
about four months now. But no names, so don't ask. She's married and all, 
but her husband is a fat, bald-headed old geezer who is gone a lot of the 
time. I met her when I went over to do her yard. Mow the lawn, clip hedges 
and all that shit. But I got her message right off when she wanted me to 
come in for a Coke. Hell, she was wearing nothing but a few fucking 
feathers. First thing I knew she was telling me about how her husband didn't 
satisfy her, how her nerves were killing her, how much she envied any young 
girl who could have a nice boy like me on the string. I didn't need a 
college education to understand her. To make a nice long fuck-story short, I 
went upstairs with her and screwed her hairy, sucking old slit for almost 
two hours. You dig the scene." 

"Yes." 

"And, man, you talk about somebody enjoying my prick. She gurgled and mewed 
like a day-old kitten while I poked it to her. I fucked her until my balls 
were dripping with hot cunt juice, and even after I got my own rocks off she 
was begging me for more. Real perverted stuff, too. All I can say is, it's 
the first time I ever had my ass-hole sucked and my nuts licked by a woman 
old enough to be my mother." 

Her tits were firm as sponge balls now, the nipples hard and pointing-and 
the folds of her own pussy were spreading apart, wet and twitching. 

"But the money," she heard herself whining. 

"Sure, lady. A guy has got to live. I'm still in school, I've got no regular 
job, but I need some bread to cruise around on. What the hell, isn't having 
your horny slit worked on for an hour or two by a super-stud like me worth 
twenty bucks? C'mon, let's set up a date. like I said, the first fuck is on 
me." 

She was about to reply to that lewd plea when she glanced up at the door of 
her bedroom. 

Willy was peering in at her, a sly grin on his face. 

A stab of guilt went through her, and she gasped quickly into the phone, "I 
can't talk anymore now." 

"Hey, see ya tomorrow!" 

She snapped down the receiver just as Willy came sauntering into the room, 
his eyes taking in her barely covered body with a slow sweep of real 
interest. 

"Was that your dirty playmate?" he asked, casually. 

She tried to answer just as casually, but she knew her cheeks were flushed 
and burning. "I don't know who it is, but I've tried to make him stop." , 
Willy grinned slackly. "They say the best way to get an obscene phone caller 
off your back is to always hang up. Maybe you ought to try that-unless you 
enjoy it more than you pretend." 

On the word "pretend" he gave another knowing glance at the way her tits 
were popping up under the peignoir. But instead of moving to her, or sitting 
on the edge of the bed so that he could touch her excited nipples, he merely 
continued to stand a foot or two away-grinning at her in a way she had never 
noticed before. 

"Willy," she said, softly, "I'm glad you're home. Would you like to-uh-join 
me?" 

His strange grin held for a second or two, and then he hooked his thumbs 
into the back pockets of his jeans. "Why don't you just say it, Aunt Mary. 
You want me to take off my clothes and fuck you." 

"If you must put it so crudely, Willy, I-" 

He interrupted her with a sharp little bark of laughter. "Me put it crudely? 
That's really funny. Who was it who came down to my room and seduced me? Who 
was it who fucked me in my own bed?" 

She waited, not at all liking the new tone in his voice. A tone of teenaged 
rebellion. 

"If you'd rather not continue with our relationship, then I'm sure-" 

"You're sure the guy on the phone will be glad to take care of your greedy 
cunt for you, eh?" 

"Don't talk to me like that, Willy." 

She had never seen his face look so evil, his grin so lusty and demanding. 
And then she remembered that it was the very same look he had had on his 
face last night-when he pulled his prick out of her and shot his sperm 
insolently over her naked body. 

"Don't get me wrong," he said, evenly. "I wouldn't want you to go running to 
Mom about me jacking off and looking at dirty movies." 

She knew better than to say anything at that point. But he seemed to want 
her to get his meaning completely, and he gave her another smug grin. "And 
I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go tattle to Mom, either." 

She took a deep breath. "Willy, just what on earth do you want from me?" 

His boyish face brightened. "Only a couple of things, Aunt Mary. First, I 
want a good blowjob-just like the one we saw in the flic yesterday. And then 
I want you to promise that I can bring Peggy Williams over here, and fuck 
her." 

"T-that's impossible!" 

"Not really. Hell, you don't have to be here. I'll bring her over in the 
afternoons while you're working in the library. She knows I live with my 
aunt, and she won't suspect a thing. But she wants me to ball her, and I 
want to do it right." 

"I don't like the idea." 

He grinned again. "Yeah, but you'll go along with it." 

"You seem so sure!" 

"I am. I'm cock-sure, like they say. You want what I've got, I'm damn sure 
about that." 

Something in the back of her mind kept reminding her that only a month ago 
she would have slapped Willy's leering, arrogant young face. But that was a 
month ago. Today was today-and already her cunt seemed to be surrendering 
with little helpless throbs of anticipation. She did want him to fuck her. 
She needed that kind of charity from him desperately. 

"All right," she breathed, softly, "you can bring that little tramp over 
here once-but I don't want to see her. And I don't want to know anything at 
all about it." 

"Don't worry. I won't tell you how I feel fucking a hot girl my own age. 
Besides, I've got enough hard cock to take care of both of you." 

His words were drumming fists of lust into her loins! 

"Then fuck me now, Willy. Please?" 

"Sure, Aunt Mary-but only after you've given me what I want." 

She remembered and drew back a little against the pillow. "Willy, I've never 
in my life...." 

Her voice trailed off in a hoarse little croak as he brought both his hands 
around and unzipped his fly. She watched as he pulled his half-hard cock out 
of his pants. He let it hang temptingly out, just the edge of his balls 
showing and a bit of tufted pubic hair. 

"Suck on me, Aunt Mary." 

She was amazed that the idea did not disgust her. Naked, Willy seemed very 
beautiful and completely innocent. But standing in front of her with only 
his sturdy young penis exposed-and exposed with the sole purpose of making 
her suck on him-changed her image of him completely. But the new image was 
strangely exciting to her. Her blood pulsed with a deeply erotic excitement, 
in fact. So deep that she felt her tongue swelling faintly in her mouth. 

He came closer to the bed, his prick swaggering between his legs-and growing 
firmer by the second. 

"C'mon," he whispered, roughly. "Eat my dick. Take my cum that way once-and 
I promise I'll fuck you as long as you want!" 

It was an offer she couldn't resist. 

With her cheeks flushed and her eyes glinting with the lewd novelty of it 
all, she leaned out on her elbows and brought the edge of her lips right to 
the blunt and spongy head of Willy's prick. Her nostrils flared slightly as 
the male odor of his aroused teenaged tool hit her-but it was a smell all 
females enjoy, a sexual scent that can turn a pussy soft and submitting in 
an instant. 

"Lick it," he husked, urging the slitted tip of his cock right up against 
her barely parted lips. 

Blindly and shamelessly, she rolled her tongue out and ran it over and 
around the smooth shape of his pink meat. 

He groaned softly, and pushed his prick further into her face. 

She licked on the bloating nub of his sex until it was glistening from her 
saliva, and then she began to run the flat of her tongue down the rigid 
column of hard meat-up one side and down the other. She had to cock her head 
this way and that, like a hungry bird, to lick each warm inch of his cock. 

"Oh, Jesus," he whispered, thickly, "I love that shit! I love the way your 
tongue feels down there! Just lick on it, baby. Just lick it like a lollipop 
for a while!" 

She raided up and down his boldly stiffened organ once again, lapping here 
and there, then moving quickly up to use just the tip of her wet tongue on 
the underside of the prickhead. 

Such teasing would have stimulated any male-but doing it to the already 
horny and excitable body of a fifteen-year-old was like both taking and 
giving candy to a baby! 

Her own body was being turned on by the oral antics. The nipples of her tits 
were more extended than ever now-plump, firm things mad to be teased and 
sucked. And her cunt was wet and hot, the lips fat and burning to feel a 
finger or a tongue or a strapping prick! 

"Suck it now!" Willy demanded, huskily. "Eat that mother-fucker until I cum 
in your mouth!" 

She ovaled her lips slowly, lovingly over the whole head of his cock and 
used her tongue in circular swipes until his prick was throbbing hard 
against the roof of her mouth. Then she moved down to take the entire column 
of his penis right to the metal of his zipper. His tool was fully stiff, and 
it took her a long time to work every inch of it into her throat. 

When she had completely engulfed his oversized organ she could feel the head 
of it almost to her windpipe, and her lips were gently touching his 
partially exposed balls. The whiskers of pubic hair sticking out of his fly 
tickled her nose. 

Then she came back up-very slowly and very gently-sucking on his honey-bar 
until her cheeks indented enough to touch the sides of his hard cock. At the 
top of his penis once again, she tongued and licked the bursting head 
deliciously, then went down on him again to his balls. 

Willy was beyond speaking. The pleasure filling his loins was greater than 
anything he had ever known. Up to now he had only read about blowjobs, 
dreamed about them. But to actually have a hot mouth sucking on his 
bone-hard prick was the nearest to heaven he had ever come! 

He began to slowly, gently fuck his Aunt Mary's mouth. He didn't want the 
pleasure to ever stop-and yet he wanted to intensify it until his balls 
literally exploded! 

As for Miss Harble, she was lost in her own vortex of lust. The phrase that 
kept running through her head-a phrase from her childhood-was to the effect 
that you can't break a dog from sucking eggs. She knew how what the phrase 
meant. Once you taste a forbidden joy like sucking a willing boy's prick, 
you may never be content again without it! 

Without quite knowing it, she moved into a crouching position on the bed so 
that she could blow him better. Her peignoir had fallen open, and both of 
her swollen, large tits were hanging out-the nipples full, pink, pointing. 

The noises her mouth and lips were making as they fed with selfish greed on 
Willy's stout young prick were exactly the sounds her pussy made when that 
same cock was pumping inside of it. The lewd slurping and juicing of hot 
flesh on hot flesh! 

Willy's time was near. 

She could tell he was very close to an orgasm by the way his prick was 
throbbing almost uncontrollably in her mouth and against her throat. But she 
didn't stop, didn't give him a moment's rest from the continuous pleasure of 
her tongue. 

With a savage grunt of lust, Willy spraddled his legs and began to fuck her. 
At the same time, he threw back his head and opened his mouth, letting his 
own wet tongue slide sideways out of his lips. He kept his eyes tightly 
closed as he concentrated on blindly fucking the sucking mouth between his 
legs. 

And then he started coming. 

A salty, hesitant trickle first. Just a tasty droplet of sperm against her 
tongue-and then the deluge. 

The nectar from his healthy balls came bolting up through the hard pipe of 
his cock and spurted so thickly and abruptly that her cheeks bloated out 
like some squatting frog's. She strained to swallow all of her deserved 
sperm, but there was too much of it. The sticky love-juice ran in a thick 
stream out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

To get the last thrilling charge from his draining nuts, he clapped the back 
of her head with both his hands and shoved his still-swollen prick as far 
down her throat as he could. 

She gagged happily on still another furious glut of his sperm that went down 
into her stomach like hot oil. 

And then it was over. 

For him, but not for her. 

He had promised her a good fuck, and she intended to have it! 

While he still stood by the bed, swaying in a grinning coma of lusty 
contentment, she pulled his jeans down to his ankles and forced him to lie 
back sideways on the bed. Then she knelt again between his legs and started 
sucking his slowly softening penis all over again. 

She worked steadily for a few minutes while he lay without moving, one of 
his arms thrown over his face. 

But boys will be boys-and the persistent, salacious suctioning of her mouth 
once again brought his excitable young prick up to a full-standing hard-on. 

Without actually taking off her peignoir, she climbed aboard his lean, 
aroused body and buried his new erection up to the hairs in her throbbing 
pussy. 

She began to fuck him with a slow, gluttonous pumping of her loins. She rode 
his growing stiffness until his cock was filling her cunt to capacity, 
making the flushed, stretched lips of her pussy tingle with a million 
itching pleasures. 

She licked-her sperm-tested lips as she fucked, loving the fishy odor of all 
the hot ounces she had brazenly milked from Willy's cute balls. 

But it was not really Willy she was thinking of as the oval of her heated 
slit used his regenerated prick to edge her closer and closer to 
satisfaction. 

It was Pete Foster-with his slightly older, more muscular young body. 

And with his big cock that certainly seemed destined to find its animal way 
up her cunt. 

And it was exactly that fantasy which was controlling her when Willy felt 
her gushing twat cover his balls with enough fuck-juice to last a lifetime! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Most of the following day at the library was an extended, polite version of 
what hell must be-at least for Miss Harble. 

Every second of the whole time she was looking for Pete Foster. The almost 
mocking see ya tomorrow still rang in her head. He had sounded as if he 
meant it, and she fully expected him to walk through the library door and 
come grinning up to her desk. But as the clock hands edged sullenly toward 
four o'clock, she still had not seen him. 

And then she got the telephone call. 

One of the library helpers came to the checkout desk and told her that there 
was a call for her in the supervisor's office. She thought nothing about 
getting a call, of course, and certainly not one at the library. Willy had 
often called her there to say he would be late getting home from school. 

But this call was not from her nephew-and if she had known that Pete Foster 
was calling her right in the presence of Miss Amelia Clark, she would never 
have had the nerve to answer. 

Miss Clark, a prim and tight lipped old bitch who had refused to let a copy 
of Playboy be included in the magazine section of the library, was sitting 
behind her office desk when Miss Harble entered. And it was clear from the 
supervisor's grim expression that she disapproved completely of anybody 
taking personal calls on the library's time. 

Miss Harble gave her boss a nice smile as she picked up the receiver, but 
Miss Clark only glanced coldly at her and went back to whatever she was 
doing. 

"Hello, Miss Harble speaking." 

"No shit," Pete Foster said, a deliberate grin in the tone of his voice, 
"and how's my favorite hot pussy today?" 

Miss Harble felt a sharp pain go through her breast. "Oh, uh, yes Willy, 
what is it?" 

"Who the hell is Willy?" 

Miss Harble glanced at Miss Clark, and saw the shadowy annoyance in one of 
her lifted eyebrows. 

"No, Willy, I don't think you had better plan on going to the movies 
tonight. You have your homework to do." 

"Hey, I get it," Pete's voice droned. "You can't talk. Okay, I'll do all the 
talking and you just improvise some good answers. Have you thought about our 
little conversation yesterday." 

"Yes, of course." 

"How about giving me a try, then?" And in a lower, huskier voice that Miss 
Harble feared her supervisor might hear, Pete added: "I sure am hot to 
satisfy that tight, hairy pussy of yours." 

Miss Harble swallowed. Her hands felt sweaty on the phone. "Just tell me 
where the movie is that you want to see, Willy." 

"The motel, you mean? Sure, it's a little joint way over on the other side 
of town. A cheap motel called Bide-a-while Motel. And you don't have to 
worry about a thing. I know the guy who runs it, and he doesn't give a crap 
what goes on as long as he gets a fat tip. And I've already arranged for a 
room." 

"What time is the movie?" Miss Harble managed, her throat dry and aching. 

"Soon as you get off work. Why waste time?" 

Miss Clark was looking up at Miss Harble now, her thin lips pressed together 
with a puritanical finality. 

"Gonna let me fuck you?" Pete breathed, his mouth close now against the 
receiver. "Gonna let me put my big teenaged prick where you want it-where 
you know you need it?" 

"I-I'll have to think about it." 

"Okay, but don't think about it too long. You're not the only fish on my 
line, baby. You play coy too much with me and I'll drop you. But right now 
I'm hot as pepper. I'll bet 

I can screw your hungry cunt to death this afternoon. Coming." 

"I-I-" 

"See you as soon as you can get there. Just come to Room 16. I'll be 
waiting. And I guarantee you'll like what I can do for you, honey. There's 
nothing like getting a wild fuck from a healthy young guy like me, and you 
know it!" 

"Goodbye, Willy." 

"I got a big hard-on right now, doll." 

She put down the receiver so nervously that it clattered off the hook, 
causing Miss Clark's eyebrows to knit up in fresh disapproval. 

As she started out of the office, Miss Clark's sharp voice caught her like 
the sting of a whip. 

"Miss Harble, I do wish you would ask that young nephew of yours not to 
bother you during working hours. There are probably people waiting at the 
check-out desk for you right now. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, Miss Clark. I'll tell Willy to be more thoughtful." 

"Please do!" 

Back at her own desk, Miss Harble was still as nervous as a cat-but edging 
across the nervousness was a dark tom-tom of excitement. Her common sense 
told her not to even think about going to that cheap motel in the middle of 
the afternoon. 

But her throbbing pussy told her she shouldn't dare miss the opportunity! 

By the time her workday was over, she had already made up her mind. Instead 
of going down to the bus stop as she always did, she walked in the other 
direction until she found a taxi. Then, with a flush at her cheeks for fear 
the cigar-smoking man behind the wheel would know exactly what she was up 
to, she directed the driver to take her to the Bide-awhile Motel. 

It seemed an eternity before the taxi pulled up at the curb, and another 
eternity while she fumbled out the five dollar bill from her purse. When she 
told the smirking driver to keep the change, he grinned and winked at her. 

The only pleasant thing about going to the motel room was that nobody saw 
her-or at least nobody paid any attention to her. 

The motel units were little cabins, all shabby and needing paint, but in 
that section of town it didn't make any difference. There was an air of 
carnal cheapness about the very atmosphere surrounding the motel, as if it 
were a big pool hall where drink and sex were as common as breathing. 

She found Room 16, and was grateful that it was far to the back of the other 
cabins. 

She knocked on the door hesitantly, and immediately Pete Foster's youthful 
face appeared. 

"Well, well," he said, eyes twinkling. "Come on in." 

The minute she stepped inside the dank, small cabin she wondered if she 
hadn't made a wild mistake. What in the name of God, she asked herself, was 
she doing having a tryst in broad daylight with a seventeen-year-old boy! 

But Pete Foster seemed right at home. She saw his high school football 
jacket slung over the back of a chair, a six-pack of beer on the crude 
bureau, and the bed covers stripped back to the bare mattress. 

"Want a beer?" he asked, casually. 

"No thank you." 

She saw that he already had an open beer in his hand, and she watched as he 
swigged some of it down. He wiped his slack mouth with the back of his hand 
and then looked her over exactly the way a rancher might appraise a prize 
cow. 

He was wearing jeans and an open sports shirt, and besides the pleasing 
muscles she could see in his arms the unbuttoned shirt revealed his 
chest-beautiful, smooth pectorals. Despite herself, she felt a ripple of 
delight at the sight of his young body. 

She was glad she had come, she realized. 

She did want to have sex with Pete Foster. 

She wanted him to fuck her with all the power and furious lust at his 
command! 

"Have a seat, Miss Harble," he breathed, taking another quick sip of beer. 
"Naw, not there-on the bed." 

She did as he told her, sitting lightly on the very edge of the creaky 
mattress, her blood beginning to pound in her veins. 

He came over and sat down beside her, then automatically slid one strong arm 
around her shoulders. With his other hand he began to unbutton the front of 
her blouse. 

Neither of them spoke, and the very silence made what he was doing to her 
that much more stimulating. It wasn't foreplay the young man was beginning 
with her-nothing as subtle as that. He was merely stripping her down so that 
he could fool with her tits, thus getting her hot enough to screw. And even 
before he got the buttons open on her blouse, the randy nipples of her 
breasts were popping out, extending into the coned centers of her bra cups 
with itching need. 

He removed her blouse expertly, then unhooked the snap of her bra and pulled 
it carelessly off her shoulders. He tossed the bra on the floor beside her 
blouse. Then he slid his arm back over her shoulder and found her left 
nipple with the blunt tips of her fingers. He squeezed the growing nub 
lightly, teasingly until it was a firm, hot plum under his touch. 

"Nice boobs," he whispered, huskily. "I'll bet these babies just love a good 
suck." 

His words were savory in her ears, and the more he roiled her left tit the 
harder it seemed to grow!- 

His other hand came up and began to do the same thing to her right tit, 
flipping the enlarged nipples this way and that, sweetly torturing her into 
a delightful mood of lustiness! 

Instinctively, her right hand found the bulge between his legs. The prick 
that she had only seen from a distance was now under her nibbling, exploring 
fingers-and the size of it sent a throbbing excitement right through the 
core of her cunt. 

"That thing big enough for you, baby?" he breathed. 

She couldn't answer him. All she could do was move her trembling fingers all 
the way down the length of the sheathed penis, measuring it as greedily as a 
miser measures his gold. 

Both of his hands were pulling on the coned ends of her tits now, using a 
gentle-rough action calculated to make her ample bosoms swell to almost 
twice their normal size. And to add to her growing pleasure, he tweaked just 
the tips of the nipples with thumb and forefinger. 

Her pussy grew hot and wet beneath her panties. She could feel the eager 
lips of her slit pulling back, spreading wide, generating the kind of 
pre-coital juices necessary to accommodate the entry of a prick as long and 
big and stiff as Pete Foster's! 

"Ready for me to fuck you?" he asked, grinning at her as his hands continued 
to ply more and more titillating joy into her swollen tits. "Ready to see if 
you can take my nine inches all the goddam way?" 

She moved her head in a jerky nod, making a small whining sound deep in her 
throat. 

"Get undressed," he commanded. "I wanta fuck you right." 

They both stood up, and as she worked her way raggedly out of her skirt and 
panties he locked and double-bolted the motel door. Then he came back to the 
bed while stripping off his shirt and pants. 

She was nude first and already lying spread-eagle on the small bed when he 
pulled off his shorts. 

But when she saw his incredibly developed, oversized prick come flopping out 
between his legs, she gasped and raised up on her elbows. 

He smiled. "I thought you'd like it," he muttered, a faint touch of real 
contempt in his voice. "I never saw an over-the-hill broad who didn't lick 
her lips over a big piece of meat." 

He put one hand around his penis and stroked it proudly. The large cock grew 
fully hard and stood out from between his legs like a club. Even the balls 
were big, and the dark puff of hair at the root of his prick grew like 
little whiskers down around those promising bags of passion. 

She was still staring as if hypnotized when he walked slowly over to the bed 
and pushed the pink head of his tool right up to her face. 

"Wanta lubricate me a little with your mouth?" he breathed. 

Even if she had never had the experience of sucking Willy's stout young 
cock-and didn't know how tasty a boy's aroused organ could be-she would not 
have been able to control herself. 

With a faint moan of need she rolled her starving tongue out and began to 
lap wetly on the arrogant, spongy nub of his prick. She moved it to the 
right and left with the force of her tongue, loving it, lusting after the 
salty aroma of it. 

Finally, he laughed and stepped back. He laughed softly again at the way her 
tongue stabbed at the air a few times. She was just like a hungry little 
puppy who had had his meaty bone taken away. 

"Don't worry, honey," he said, "I'll let you suck on me all you want after 
I've given you a good fuck. But a blowjob is always better the second time 
around. Lasts longer for both of us." 

"No," she pleaded, softly, "I want to suck you now." 

She simply couldn't take her eyes off that nine inches of tempting meat. It 
was the strongest looking penis she could imagine. Deliciously hard, with 
one large vein traversing the column, perfectly formed, the big plum-shaped 
head of it still glistening with the hotness of her mouth. 

"Later," he said, flatly. "Now lay back cross-ways on the bed and open your 
legs. Spread open your pussy for me with both your hands." 

His crude words were sensual music to her ears! 

She did as he told her, positioning herself so that half of her buttocks 
were off the edge of the mattress. Then she put her fingers around the 
sensitive lips of her cunt and pulled the meaty folds apart-forming her 
vagina into a scarlet, wet gash. 

He came between her legs holding the root of his sturdy teenaged cock in one 
hand. Then slowly and teasingly he nudged just the head of it into the 
pliant cleft of her sex. 

She could feel the lips of her pussy trembling around the large knob of 
flesh, twitching eagerly to get more of him. 

He pushed his hardened prick into her just far enough to cover the head of 
his dick completely, then stopped. He grinned slackly as he felt the hot 
outer folds of her curit almost nibbling and sucking at his meat. 

"Man," he breathed, huskily, "you are one helluva hot bitch. I'll bet you 
haven't been fucked in a month of Sundays!" 

She had both of her legs scissored out wide to receive him. From his 
position all he could see was a fuck of pussy hair and the head of his big 
cock buried snugly into the middle of it. 

"Fuck me!" she hissed, suddenly, unable to control any longer the drumming 
need that was making her hormones sizzle. "Put it in me and make me cum!! " 

He gave her an almost boyish grin. "Don't worry your ass about that, lady. 
I'm gonna make you cum four times, and that's a goddam promise!" 

As if to make good his boast, he slid both his hands under the lower part of 
her thighs and pushed a few more inches of his stalwart prick deep into her 
cunt. 

For the first time in her life she felt the sweet agony of a cock too large 
for her. His overgrown penis nudged against the walls of her pussy, hurting 
her. 

"Too big, eh?" he whispered, and then he fed her another inch or so and made 
her yelp in protest. 

He had only half of his seventeen-year-old prick into her hole, but it 
already felt like a baseball bat to her! 

She opened her legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, but still his 
enormous bar of hard meat pained her tender slit. 

"You can take it," he sneered, softly. "When I'm through fucking that 
mare-hole of yours, you're gonna be able to take a horny stallion!" 

To both her relief and regret, he pulled his big peter from between the 
clasping lips of her cunt. His retreat made a sucking noise. Then she 
watched him walk over to his football jacket and search quickly through the 
pockets. He found the tube of lubricant and deftly squeezed a generous glob 
on the head of his long rod. He smeared it evenly half-way down the column 
of stiff flesh, then tossed the tube aside. 

He came back to her with his greased hard-on wagging stiffly between his 
legs. 

"Try it now," he said. 

His prick went into her much easier now, but even with the aid of the 
vaseline he had to grunt once or twice as he pumped the lovely monster 
firmly into her willing cunt. 

He stopped only when the blunt head of his cock touched the mouth of her 
womb, and when his heavy balls were resting like ripe pears against the 
crack of her ass. 

Miss Harble had been on the verge of an orgasm long before he got his whole 
prick into her, and when she felt the wicked head of it tickling against her 
womb she arched her back, gasped, and sent a mad flood of juices streaming 
over the entire length of his cock! 

"Hey, wild," he whispered, holding her buttocks in both hands while throb 
after throb of pleasure pumped through her loins. He had not yet started 
fucking her, of course, and the feeling of a hot pussy wetly massaging his 
stony prick excited even his experienced teen-aged brain. He had never made 
a cunt come off that fast, and his arrogance centered all the more in the 
long pole of flesh he had rammed up her snatch to his nuts. 

He began to screw her from his half-standing, half-crouching position. It 
was the best position in the world for letting the male do all the work and 
put all the power into his fucking. He could use his legs and the balls of 
his feet to funnel his big cock as far in or as far out as he pleased, to 
ball her slow or fast, and above all to give her that rare joy of being 
totally at the mercy of a lustful male! 

He fucked her steadily for the next five minutes, never relaxing his pace, 
never giving her the chance to recover from one luscious thrill before she 
experienced another. And he was still working on her smoking pussy when she 
spasmed for the second time. Her cunt jerked wildly around his moving prick, 
constricting and bloating until the lips were foaming like a mad dog's 
mouth. 

"That's number two, ma'am," he announced, in mock politeness. 

She was lying back across the bed with her eyes closed and her cheeks 
flushed a deep scarlet, panting for breath. She had no control at all now 
over the lower part of her body. It was completely in the control of the 
healthy young stud who stood squarely between her legs, his vigorously 
stiffened prick still crammed to the balls up her pussy. 

He could have fucked her again, exactly the same way, and her insatiable 
cunt would have foamed with even deeper pleasure. 

But he preferred to change tactics. 

He pushed her legs around and joined her on the bed, his muscular body 
planted above her so that he could suck on her swollen tits while he screwed 
her all over again. 

When he began the third attack on her surrendering thighs, he left no doubt 
in her lust-drenched mind that she was being fucked by an expert. His 
thrusts were deep and powerful, lasting just long enough to let the burning 
cavity of her cunt absorb the hard length of him before he pulled the head 
of his prick to the very lips of her sex and plunged downward again. 

It took longer for her to climax this time, but the wait was well worth it. 
When she spasmed for the third time, her whole body convulsed in a savage 
thrill that moistened his balls and trickled hotly down into her ass-hole. 

He stopped for a few minutes, chewing and sucking on first one elongated 
nipple then the other. Then, almost before she could catch her breath, he 
was at her again. 

"S-s-stop!" she moaned, leaning up and digging her fingers into the firm 
muscles of his arms. "Please! I can't stand it anymore--! ! " 

But he knew she not only could stand what he was doing to her, that deep in 
her wicked cunt she craved to have that one last, deep-vaginal kick! 

He pushed both her arms back down on the bed and held her in place, both 
raping and seryicing her doughy pussy with the best he had to offer. 

"Still want me to stop?" he husked at her, the tip of his tongue sticking 
out of the corner of his mouth as he bucked and pumped his hard, naked 
buttocks in rhythm above her. 

Her answer came in a demented purr of lust. She thrashed her head from one 
side to the other, her teeth clenched in a drowning need to cum-but no 
matter how brutally he fucked her hole, that last elusive orgasm danced out 
of her grasp. 

He sensed her struggle and fucked her faster. 

She bounced her burning thighs up at him, screwing in a raw, wanton 
compliment to his male power. 

"You wanta cum for me, you prick-loving bitch?" he snorted, sweat beginning 
to drip from his forehead. "You wanta show me how much that sucking pussy of 
yours can juice!? " 

And to answer his own question, he slid one of his hands down between his 
belly and hers and found the throbbing tip of her sleek clitoris. 

He rubbed and teased that greasy fang of passion with thumb and finger at 
the same time he doubled his powerful thrusts. 

With a sharp cry of joy she lifted her molten hips up to him and began 
spasming like a whore! 

He continued to fuck her until she was limp, her constricting pussy as dry 
as a pod. 

And then, like a lusty afterthought, he released his own boiling sperm into 
the pit of her cunt with a half-dozen bolting spurts. She took his juices 
with meek, gulping throbs of her exhausted twat. 

When he was finished, he pulled his still-swollen tool from between the 
dripping folds of her pussy and wiped it casually on the edge of the sheet. 

When she finally glanced at him, he was grinning at her with that knowing 
look all males have when they have discovered the fatal weakness of a female 
born to be fucked. 

"You'll think it's worth the money next time," he breathed, softly. "When 
you're hot enough, you'll come smelling around my ass with that twenty bucks 
in your hot little hands-and that's for sure, baby!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Seldom in her life had Miss Harble felt such shame. 

The motel experience had been wonderful at the time. But when she woke up 
the next morning in her own bedroom it was as if the remorse of the past 
week had collected in her head overnight like vengeful demons. 

She regretted seducing Willy, flirting with Pete Foster in the library, 
going to that cheap motel for the most lascivious kind of sexual 
intercourse. But most of all she regretted what was happening to her. 

It was one thing to tap the inner nature of one's self, she realized, but it 
was quite excruciating to find the truth about such a nature. And the truth 
was that despite the deep, painful guilt she felt, she had enjoyed sex with 
boys. She had loved every minute of being with Pete Foster, of being 
serviced like a whore by that full-grown but teenaged prick of his. And if 
there were no such thing as a conscience, she knew she would shack up with a 
, bold, evil young stud like Pete and let him fuck her around the clock! 

But she did have a conscience, and it did pain her. 

"I'll not see him again," she breathed to herself very firmly. "And I 
certainly won't degrade myself by paying for sex!" 

She had no way of knowing that this very day she would break her lofty 
vow-and in one of the most shocking, immoral ways possible. 

But she began the day with high purpose, by fending off the by now familiar 
advances of the little oversexed villain she lived under the same roof 
with-Willy. 

While she was preparing breakfast he came sauntering into the kitchen and 
put one of his hands on her buttocks. He patted her possessively, then 
boldly reached around to cup and squeeze one of her tits. 

"Stop that, Willy," she snapped, pushing his arm down. 

"Hey, Aunt Mary-are you gonna go frigid on me?" 

Without answering, she scraped his two eggs into his plate and put them on 
the table. He watched her out of those narrowed blue eyes of his, his 
youthful mouth twisted up in a wry grin. 

"By the way," he said, almost knowingly, "where were you yesterday 
afternoon." 

"Shopping." 

"Yeah? Well, I thought we were going to fuck as soon as you got off work." 

The way he said the word-so openly and crudely-irritated her already 
sensitive conscience. 

"Don't use that word," she breathed. 

"What word? You mean fuck? Hell, what do you think we've been doing every 
day for the past week, making mud pies ? We've been fucking, Aunt Mary. 
F-u-c-k-i-n-g. FUCKING!" 

She turned abruptly toward his smirking face and slapped him, hard. 

He gasped and sprang back, rubbing the scarlet place on his cheek. 
"Goddammit," he barked, "what the shit did you do that for!? " 

"You will stop talking to me that way, young man," she insisted, coldly. 
"What happened between us was an accident-and one that I do not intend to 
happen again. And if you insist on it happening again, I will tell your 
mother." 

His eyes snapped at her hatefully. "You'll tell her what, you crummy od 
bitch? Will you tell her how you seduced me, screwed me, ate my cock until I 
shot your sick old mouth full of cum!? " 

"You have imagined all of that, Willy." 

"Huh?" 

She pursed her lips, reminding herself momentarily of Miss Amelia Clark. "I 
said, we have not done anything together. You just imagined that we did. And 
if you tell your mother anything to the contrary, I'll simply have to deny 
it. Is that clear?" 

The dumb, startled look on his fifteen-year-old face told her that once 
again she had the upper hand. She could even read fear there, the age-old 
fear that youth has for authority. 

"Now sit down, Willy, and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school." 

Halfway through his eggs he glanced up sullenly at her. "What about your 
promise to let me bring Peggy Williams over here?" 

She shook her head firmly. "You will have to forget about that." 

"But you promised!" 

She put down her fork carefully and gave him a stern look. "If you persist 
in this, Willy, I will call your mother this evening and tell her that I 
can't control you. Do you want to be taken out of school? Do you want to go 
live with your mother again?" 

"Christ, no! I like the kids in school." 

"Then behave yourself." 

Willy seemed thoughtful for a moment, and then he shrugged and gave his aunt 
a thin smile. 

"I guess you're right, Aunt Mary. I'll be a good boy from now on." 

She was pleased with herself. After Willy had left for school she dressed in 
her most conservative blouse and skirt and headed for the library singing 
inwardly a little song of praise for her own changed morals. Willy would 
always remember what they had done, she knew, but in time it would become 
like a dream. He would forget it-and even if he were ever unwise enough to 
mention such a thing to his mother, she wouldn't believe him. 

Who on earth would believe that she would seduce the son of her own dear 
sister!? 

She worked in the stacks all morning without once thinking about sex. By 
noon she felt that not only was she free from the degrading traps she had 
set for herself, but that she would even begin to think about marriage. She 
knew how attractive she was. She was sure that there was a nice man out 
there someplace who would see her as a charming, attractive blonde woman who 
would respond to love and affection. And, after all, wasn't sex something 
that should come naturally with that kind of relationship-instead of being a 
brutal physical exchange of mere lust? 

She was, in short, through with boys. 

She took a coffee break about two o'clock. Since there were two check-out 
desks in the large city library, all she had to do was put up her 
coffee-break sign that informed the customers to use the other desk and that 
she would be back in twenty minutes. 

She had her coffee and a pleasant chat with a co-worker in the library 
lounge, then went back to her desk for the remaining two hours of the 
afternoon. 

The note was lying right in the middle of her desk. Just a piece of notebook 
paper carefully folded, with her name written in block letters on the front. 

She opened it and read the cryptic, unsettling message: meet me in the 
fourth floor stacks on north end-or else! 

"Pete Foster," she muttered to herself. "The silly young egomaniac!" 

At first she thought about ignoring the note, but the longer she sat there 
the more the wisdom of that tactic faded. After all, she wasn't really sure 
what Pete Foster was capable of doing. She couldn't take the chance of his 
leaving another note on Miss Clark's desk-and that would not only be 
embarrassing, it could be disastrous. Trying to explain to that suspicious 
old bitch that some boy was making trouble would in itself be more trouble 
than simply facing Pete on his own terms. 

And so she left her desk again, hoping that nobody would notice she was 
doubling her coffee break today. 

She took the elevator to the fourth floor-the place where all the government 
documents and dusty, out-of-date reference books were housed. Almost nobody 
ever came up there, and even when they did the footsteps echoed like a lead 
pipe banging against an empty oil drum. It was certainly a safe enough 
place, as Pete Foster must have realized for himself. 

She left the elevator and walked down toward the north end of the stacks. 
There was nobody in sight, even when she reached the very end of the dark 
corridor, and she was about to call out Pete's name when she heard a noise 
behind her. 

She turned, and found herself confronting a boy of about fourteen. He had 
blocked her path back to the elevator, and he was standing with his sturdy 
young legs wide apart, his hands on his hips, a nervous grin on his 
youthful, handsome face. 

At first she thought she recognized him-something about his eyes-but then 
she realized she didn't know him. 

"Hi, Miss Harble," he said, his voice piping a bit for his young years, "I 
guess you got my note." 

She didn't feel an ounce of fear in the encounter-just annoyance. 

"I thought the note was from somebody else," she said. "Now what on earth do 
you want-and who are you?" 

His lips twitched in an even more nervous way. "I just wanta see your 
pussy," he whispered. 

She couldn't believe her ears! 

"Just let me see it," he pleaded. "I don't want to touch it or anything 
unless you want me to. Just pull down your panties and let me look at it." 

Her cheeks began to steam, half in anger and half in that old, dreadful 
excitement she had just renounced. 

"How dare you," she hissed. "Who are you!? " 

He grinned. "I'm Pete Foster's brother. My name is Tim." 

She blinked, a sinking feeling in her breasts. 

"I-I don't know any Pete Foster," she lied, helplessly. 

The young boy's grin widened. "Sure you do. You went to a motel with him 
yesterday. I was watching from outside. Pete is always taking women to that 
motel-and he's too damn dumb to think anybody knows about it. But I've 
watched him do it a lot. And I know what he's doing in there, too. You and 
Pete were fucking, weren't you?" 

She couldn't find her voice. The blood was draining out of her legs, making 
them too weak and wobbly to move. 

"W-what do you want from me?" she breathed, huskily. 

"like I said, I just wanta see your pussy. I wanta look real close to see 
how it's shaped after old Pete worked on it for so long with his big dick." 

She knew now why she had recognized the boy's eyes. They were just like 
Pete's-hard, lusty, wicked. And despite herself, she couldn't help wondering 
if Tim Foster were as equally endowed between the legs as his big brother! 

"Please, Miss Harble," the boy whispered, "I swear to God I won't tell 
anybody. I never tell Pete anything-and I sure as hell wouldn't tell my 
folks what you were doing with my brother. I mean, I wouldn't unless..." 

His voice trailed off, as if he were not quite confident enough to put his 
threat into words. But she knew what he meant. 

It was not the veiled threat in the voice of the young satyr that was 
disturbing her, however. It was the mellowing heat beginning to creep back 
treacherously between her legs. Her vaginal lips were swelling, her clitoris 
growing, her nerves humming with the thought of letting this 
fourteen-year-old gaze on her pussy-the same pouting gash that his big 
brother had spent the better part of an hour fucking into contentment only 
yesterday. 

The boy's eyes were bright and hard, and she saw him lick his lower lip with 
the tip of a pink, strong tongue. "Please, Miss Harble, just let me look at 
it, okay? Please--! ? " 

"You promise," she said, her voice ragged and low, "that you will never tell 
a soul." 

"Christ, yes. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!" 

With the animal instinct of the wary female, Miss Harble listened for a few 
seconds to the quiet of the fourth floor. They were certainly alone up here, 
but it was still a very public place. Anybody could come up the stairs or 
the elevator. 

And then she remembered the little room at the far end of the floor-a 
utility room, or something. A place that had not been used since the new 
utility room was installed on the first floor. 

"Follow me," she said, softly. 

As she walked, her heels clicking a sharp contrapuntal to the scuff of Tim 
Foster's tennis shoes behind her, she could feel her cunt growing much 
hotter. The folds of her sex were blossoming like a swamp flower-and she was 
powerless to stop it! 

She knew that what she was about to do was not only wrong, terribly immoral, 
but that it was foolish and very dangerous. On the other hand, Tim Foster 
already knew about the motel-and he was probably only following in the 
footsteps of his big brother, anyway. Just one small step away from being 
the same kind of cunt-crazy teenager as Pete! 

They reached the room and she snapped on the light. The place was filled 
with dusty stacks of old newspapers and out-of-date magazines. Tim followed 
her inside, and then she shut the door and thanked God that there was a 
slip-bolt. She locked them inside, then turned back to the young boy with a 
small, warm smile on her lips. 

"You want to see my pussy?" she asked, amazed at her own calmness. "Is that 
what you want?" 

She saw the boy swallow, his small Adam's apple riding nervously up and down 
like a cork. 

"And what are you going to show me, Tim." 

"I-I don't know." 

Her smile widened. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Willy. A 
feeling of complete control. A feeling that she could do anything she wished 
with a boy like this. 

"I'll show you my pussy, Tim-if you will show me your prick." 

She saw Tim Foster blush hotly, but the flicker of interest in his horny 
eyes told her that he would do exactly as she asked. 

"I-I'm not as big as old Pete," he stammered. 

"Show me. Show me how big you are." 

"You show me first." 

She almost laughed-despite the fact that she was enjoying their little game 
to the hilt. It would have been much more appropriate, she knew, if she had 
been fourteen, too! 

Slowly, teasingly, she raised the hem of her skirt, inching it up under his 
hypnotized gaze until the white slip alone was showing. 

And then she lifted her slip up all the way to her panties. 

She was stimulated just by the hungry way in which Tim Foster drank in the 
revelations. It even made her wonder if the little devil had ever seen a 
pussy in his life! 

"Take off your panties," he whispered, impatiently. 

"You take them off for me. I have my hands full." 

She was tingling all over as he approached her, and the moment she felt his 
fingers slipping into the top of the elastic band of her panties large goose 
bumps of pleasure broke out over her thighs. 

He was too inexperienced to get her panties off smoothly, as his big brother 
would have done, but the yanking and tugging produced the same results-and 
he didn't stop until he had the silky garment all the way down to her 
ankles. 

"Jesus," he breathed, squatting in front of her and staring hard at the dark 
fuck of hair between her legs. "A real pussy!" 

"Now let me see yours," she purred. 

He didn't hesitate this time. He stood up like a smart little soldier and 
unbuttoned his fly, then dug inside with one hand and pulled out his already 
stiffened penis. 

His cock was a horsy young thing-thick and long, and giving every promise in 
the world of growing in the next few years into the same kind of erotic 
weapon as his big brother's. 

But the one quality Tim Foster's prick had which even his teenaged brother 
couldn't boast was the almost granite stiffness of it. It looked hard enough 
to hang a dozen horseshoes on! 

"Lemme touch your pussy," Tim suggested, boldly. 

"Do anything you want." 

It was as if she had offered him a new baseball glove to play with! 

He squatted between her legs again, this time with his hard cock sticking 
lewdly forward out of his pants, and he put one finger gingerly up to the 
pulsing crack of her cunt. 

He wriggled his finger in the soft hair until he had the tip of it between 
the moist lips of her slit, then he twiddled it a bit deeper. Then deeper 
still. 

She closed her eyes and the corners of her mouth pulled upward in a brazen 
smile. 

"Yes," she mewed softly down at him, "yes, put your finger into me ... all 
the way in ... and move it around slowly ... slowly..." 

On her command he worked his finger into her cunt to the second knuckle. 
Then he manipulated it in a circle, making her hole ooze with hotness, a 
throbbing wetness. 

He continued fingering her for the next few delicious moments, even bringing 
her right to the edge of an orgasm before he pulled his finger away. 

She opened her eyes just in time to see him smell and lick his finger-and 
that carnal honesty on his part made her seethe with a shameless lust. 

She dropped to her knees until she was on a level with his stoutly erected 
cock. Then with a need humming in her throat, she ovaled her mouth over his 
lickerish prick and began greedily sucking him off. 

He stood spellbound, hands at his sides, breath coming in hard gasps, 
looking down at the full-grown woman who was kneeling in front of him and 
sucking into her mouth the full length of his tool. It excited him to full 
pitch, and the roiling hotness of her soft, demanding tongue was making his 
prick grow larger and longer-edging itself into her throat like a baby 
snake! 

She knew when he was close to coming. She could feel the column of his tasty 
young cock bloat into a final stiffness. And it was at that point that she 
reluctantly pulled her soft lips away from the glistening head of it. 

"Don't stop," he whispered, desperately. "It feels good!" 

"I want to feel good, too," she cooed back at him. "I want you to do that to 
me." 

He gulped again, his face flushed with that uncontrollable sexual excitement 
that only a pubescent male can muster. 

"Eat my pussy, Tim," she breathed, teasing him with the naughty words. "Suck 
the nice honey out of my hole-and I'll suck the honey out of yours!" 

He didn't need a second invitation. With the agility of a young monkey, he 
was under and between her legs, nuzzling his eager tongue into the hairy maw 
of her cunt. She helped him by using her fingers to spread wide the lips of 
her sex, guiding him as he lapped and licked. 

She was sure it was the first time he had tasted pussy-and just as sure that 
this initiation would make him a devoted addict for such novel sexual 
treats. 

She stood above him, legs spaced apart, hunching down so that the nap of 
hair surrounding her cunt almost covered his face. And the lower she placed 
her thighs, the faster and juicier his frantic lapping became. His tongue 
drove lizard-like deep into the twitching hotness of her hole. 

"Eat it!" she hissed. "Show me how much better you are than your brother!" 

The challenge super-charged his efforts. He began to literally fuck her cunt 
with his ramming tongue. 

She peaked a dozen times before the real orgasm began to ride through her 
thighs. And when the irresistible pleasure came over her, she threw back her 
head in one deep gasp of lust and pushed her sodden pussy hard against his 
sucking mouth. 

Her liquids boiled over his chin, making him choke and grunt to take all she 
offered. But even when he tried to rise she held his head in place, forcing 
him to lap along the puffed lips of her twat until the last sluttish thrill 
had abated. 

Her promise to finish sucking his cock took almost no time at all. Once on 
her knees again, with her lips and tongue working away in gluttonous, 
suctioning movements, he arched his back and fed a thick flood of boyish 
sperm against the rear of her throat. 

She swallowed every drop of his molten spunk, then hungrily licked and 
teased his flagging young prick until it drooped against his crotch. 

And even before she let her lips slide lovingly away from the slick, swollen 
head of his wet, satisfied young cock, she knew that the next time he would 
have to prove his real maleness to her. 

The next time she would make him fuck her! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The "experience with Pete Foster's young brother bothered her considerably. 
She had broken her vow with herself almost before she made it-and with a boy 
barely on the edge of puberty! 

And yet, even with the stain of guilt inside of her she knew perfectly well 
that she had done with Tim Foster no more than he wanted. No more than he 
had probably dreamed about a thousand times, jacking off to each and every 
fantasy that came bubbling up in his excitable young brain. 

If she had not done it with him, somebody else would have. Either another of 
Pete's harem of middle-aged females-or some sultry little whore of his own 
age. And, after all, why should she deny herself the simple pleasure of 
initiating an oversexed boy into the deeper mysteries and joys of sex with a 
mature female! 

It was all rationalization, but for the time being it helped her live with 
the reality that she had cut off the real supply of her sensual nature. 

She had told Willy that there was to be no more sex between them, and she 
intended to keep that promise. 

As for Willy, the next week was a strained one between them. He was sullen 
and moody, barely speaking to her at breakfast. He didn't come home early 
from school anymore, and sometimes when he was very late coming home and she 
complained in a motherly fashion, he would merely give her a bored look and 
offer some weak excuse about the basketball coach keeping them too long. 

But on her day off she discovered some evidence in Willy's room that made 
her mind steam with jealousy. 

Hidden away almost carelessly-even contemptuously-in his bureau were a dozen 
more pornographic magazines. If anything, these magazines were even more 
explicit and filthy in the sexual activities of the photographed models 
within. One magazine was nothing but an endless collection of close-ups of 
the female sex organs-open, wet, aroused pussies. A wicked lineup of spread 
thighs, hairy and pouting cuntal lips, distended clitorises, and the ringed 
fingers of the various women eagerly pulling apart the thickened folds of 
their own slits for the camera. 

Another magazine showed one single female being used by four different males 
at the same time. In one picture, blotched with the dried sperm stains of 
Willy and his friends, the female was being sodomized by one male, fucked in 
the cunt by another, screwed in the mouth and between her tits by the other 
two. And the expression on the wanton model's face showed that she was 
enjoying the lascivious tribute to the hilt. 

Still another magazine specialized in the female-on-top position. Picture 
after picture showed a series of voluptuous, beautiful girls and women 
mounted lewdly above the willing and prostrate bodies of naked males. In 
every picture the females had some or all of the violently erected pricks 
lodged deliciously between the clasping lips of their cunts. Some of the 
younger, smaller females seemed to be trying to get incredibly large cocks 
all the way up to the balls, accommodating from nine-to eleven-inch pricks 
until nothing was showing below the hair-rimmed circles of their pussies but 
two love-bags filled with hot sperm on the brink of discharging. 

The magazines both aroused and upset Miss Harble, but it was not their 
discovery that incensed her the most. It was what she found on the other 
side of Willy's bureau drawer, placed right on top of his neatly folded 
stack of under-shorts-and placed there as if to mock her in case she 
snooped. 

She found at least three pairs of girls' panties, all of them wrinkled and 
soiled, smelling not only of the pubescent, sexual odors of young female 
cunt, but bits of them stuck together here and there by what could only have 
been the sperm ejaculated from an excited, teenaged prick. 

"Peggy Sue Williams," Miss Harble muttered, hatefully. "That immoral little 
tramp has been letting Willy fuck her!" 

But even that circumstantial evidence was not the final straw. Close to the 
balled panties she found several notes, all scrawled in the close, careful 
hand of a girl, and all attesting to the worst suspicions Miss Harble was 
forming. 

"Dear Willy," she read, picking out only one of the lurid notes to read 
aloud. "Can you meet me after English class again? We can do it at my house 
this afternoon because Mom will be gone to her club until late. I loved the 
way we did it yesterday, and I can't imagine where you learned to fuck like 
that. I got so hot and bothered last night just thinking about that 
beautiful strong thing between your legs that I couldn't sleep. I used to 
think that Fred and Joe were good, but did you know you made me cum five 
times yesterday. I mean, I never knew a boy who could just go and go and go 
like you! I hope you think about my pussy as much as I think about the 
groovy way you can ball-and I just can't wait for you to stick that cute 
tongue of yours up into my snatch again ... you know how it tickled me last 
time ... how yen just made me cum like crazy ... oooooh, I love it when you 
eat me, Willy!! '" 

Miss Harble felt weak and hot all over when she let the note drop from her 
hands. 

She stood there with her teeth closed together in a heating spasm of hatred 
and jealousy-as if Willy had betrayed her. 

But she had the whole afternoon to think about it, and when she was more 
calm she realized that it was she who had driven Willy into the prurient 
arms of a scheming young female like Peggy Williams. After all, a boy like 
her nephew had to find expression some way for his awakened needs-passions 
she herself had pushed along-and if she didn't or wouldn't satisfy him, he 
would only naturally find someone who would! 

For the remainder of the afternoon, she paced the apartment like a caged 
tiger. A dozen times she paused before the telephone, wanting desperately to 
call Willy at school and tell him to come home early again-with all that 
would imply. 

But she did nothing, and the slowly building, treacherous itch between her 
legs seemed to signal the dark nymphomania she had found herself fearing for 
weeks now. 

"I will get married," she droned to herself. "I must if this terrible 
lewdness is ever to-" 

She was interrupted by the phone-and she grabbed for it in silly, feverish 
haste. She hoped wildly and wantonly that it would be Pete Foster once 
again, offering his stud services. 

"Hi, Aunt Mary," Willy's voice said, huskily, "how's your day off?" 

"I-I'm fine, Willy," she breathed, trying to keep the bubbling nervousness 
down. But despite herself, her voice edged up as she said, "Why did you 
call, dear?" 

"Oh, nothing much. Say, I was wondering if it would be okay for one of the 
guys to stay all night with me. We've got this math deal to do, and you know 
how lousy I am in math. Old Tom is a real whiz with numbers." 

She could hardly hide her disappointment. 

"I suppose it will be all right, Willy. Will your friend be eating dinner 
with us?" 

"Naw, we'll grab a hamburger. You don't have to bother with anything, Aunt 
Mary-and thanks a million." 

"Goodbye, Willy." 

When she put down the receiver she felt very old and defeated. And she knew 
she had nothing to look forward to for the evening but a lonely dinner and a 
few hours of reading. That and the biting knowledge that Willy no longer 
needed her-not with a pretty and willing young girl to satisfy his desires. 

She did eat alone, and it was some time after that when she was upstairs in 
her own bedroom that she heard Willy and his friend come into the apartment. 
She waited, expecting Willy to bring his friend up for introductions, but 
when she heard her nephew's bedroom door close against the muffled gaiety of 
their boyish voices, she sighed and dug out a book to read. 

It was almost two hours later that she stretched, yawned, and removed her 
reading glasses. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost nine 
o'clock. She had not heard a peep from downstairs in quite some time, she 
realized, and she gathered that the boys were hard at work on the math 
project. 

She slipped into her gown-not the sexy peignoir this time-and went quietly 
downstairs to the kitchen. She made a pot of hot chocolate and filled a 
plate with cookies; then carried the refreshments to Willy's door. 

She had to knock only once before Willy opened the door, pencil in his 
mouth, a sheaf of papers in his hand. 

"Hey, wow," Willy grinned, gratefully, "this is really great of you, Aunt 
Mary." 

And then she saw the other boy over Willy's shoulder, and a small, 
prejudiced quirk of surprise passed through her body. 

The other boy was black-taller and a bit older looking than Willy. He was a 
typically rangy, lean black teenager with pronounced negroid features. 
Thick, sensual lips, large eyes, and a quick, polite smile. 

"This is Tom, Aunt Mary. He's practically an Einstein in geometry." 

"Cut it out," the black boy said, smiling proudly. 

"How do you do, Tom," she responded. "I'm glad Willy has somebody to help 
him with his math." 

Tom grinned, showing even, white teeth in his handsome, swarthy face. 
"Thanks for letting me stay with Willy tonight, ma'am." 

"You're very welcome." 

"And thanks for the goodies, Aunt Mary," Willy chimed in. "But we'll be 
hungry as pirates in the morning." 

"Bacon and eggs and pancakes ought to take care of that," she smiled. "Is 
that all right with you, Tom?" 

"Sure is, ma'am." 

"Well ... goodnight." 

They both walked with her to the bedroom door, and both wished her goodnight 
as she left the room. 

On her way back upstairs she couldn't help wondering if Willy would show his 
black friend those dirty magazines. But something made her doubt it. Tom had 
looked so intelligent-and acted so polite-that he was probably more of a 
moderating influence on Willy than anything else. 

Back in her bedroom she read a bit longer, then put out the light and fell 
into a deep sleep. The day had been more exhausting than she had thought, 
and sleep came to her easily. 

The dream she had was something special ... the kind of dream she had been 
bothered with as a growing girl. It was quite frankly a sexual dream, and 
the longer it went on the more erotic and lewd it grew. She dreamed that she 
was lying on a table under a bright, bare light bulb. She was completely 
nude, and both of her legs had been tied quite widely apart. Somebody was in 
the room with her-a shadowy figure she couldn't make out-and he approached 
her stealthily with something in his hand that resembled one of those 
old-fashioned backscratchers she had seen at her grandmother's house. 

In her dream, the figure hovered briefly over the table, and then touched 
her exposed cunt with the tip of the scratcher. It was a pleasurable 
feeling, and her pleasure grew even more pronounced as the figure worked the 
tickling tool gently over the pouting lips of her pussy until it was buried 
snugly right at the center of her sex. She moaned softly in her sleep and 
moved her legs, trying both to avoid the penetration of the instrument and 
to encourage a deeper exploration. The dream fantasy rolled on toward its 
inevitable conclusion-with her tender, yearning cunt contracting deliciously 
around the probing end of the stick while at the same time she jerked and 
throbbed with an unbearable ecstasy. 

And then she woke up. 

The room was pitch black, but even in the darkness she could see the real 
form sitting boldly beside her on the bed-and the thick and working finger 
inside of her pussy was certainly anything but a dream! 

She bolted up on her elbows, only to feel a strong hand holding her in 
place. 

"Don't move," the soft but husky voice hissed at her. 

She knew at once that it was not Willy's voice-and only too well that the 
hand holding her and the finger twiddling shamelessly into her cunt belonged 
to the black boy named Tom! 

"Let me GO!" she blurted. 

But instead, the strong fingers tightened almost painfully into her shoulder 
and pushed her helplessly back into the pillow. Then the dark face hovered 
above hers, and she could make out the gleam in the boyish eyes, the dark 
softness of the heavy-lipped mouth. 

"Old Willy's asleep, ma'am," Tom whispered, his breath hot against her face. 
"He told me all about what you and him have been doing-and he showed me some 
of those sexy magazines. I got so hot I just couldn't sleep!" 

The words rang with a sharp familiarity in her head, and then she remembered 
that sluttish note that Willy's girl had written to him. 

Despite the fact that a sixteen-year-old black male was holding her down on 
her own bed with his finger lustfully maneuvered all the way up her 
vagina-she felt very little panic. She could tell by the nervous husk of his 
voice and the way his hand was trembling on her shoulder that he was much 
more frightened than she was. That he was doing what he was doing out of 
that burning need for sex that Willy and every other boy his age 
experiences. 

Besides, that wicked, long finger felt beautifully nice lodged to the second 
knuckle between the fat lips of her cunt! 

"Go back to bed," she breathed, threateningly. 

"Lemme fuck you first, ma'am," he pleaded, his voice as low as the crouch of 
a panther. "I'm so murther-fuckin' horny I'm going to die!" 

He had lapsed into a typical Negro dialect with those last words that 
brought a twitching smile to her face. But she realized that half of her 
smile came from another source-from the fact that Tom's devilish finger was 
rubbing now along the relaxing walls of her pussy, moving in and out of her 
budding cunt, teasing her, arousing her. 

She felt the cones of her tits begin to harden, the nipples start to perk 
and point. But it was madness, anyway. Sheer madness! 

"Go away," she whimpered moving her captured thighs only to have his finger 
move with her-funneling even deeper toward her womb. 

"Let's fuck," he groaned. "Lemme show you how good I can make it feel. Lemme 
fuck you ... lemme fuck ... fuck, honey!" 

With each obscene repetition of the magic word he manipulated his lusty 
finger in a wider, hotter circle, driving her helpless pussy into the shape 
of a hot, wet muffin of need. 

"Willy," she hissed at him in the darkness, "Willy will find out!" 

"He don't know shit. He's asleep downstairs-good and asleep cause he jacked 
off. But I didn't do it. I saved it for you." 

As he announced his good news he felt confident enough to release her 
shoulder. And immediately his hand found her tits. He moved his large hand 
hungrily from one of her swelling breasts to the other, lightly and deftly 
squeezing and pinching on her nipples until they were popping upward strong 
and firm. 

Her hand brushed outward and touched his bare skin. His chest felt like 
black velvet against her fingers. She dropped her hand nimbly downward and 
touched his leg and the edge of his shorts. It thrilled her to know how bold 
he had been, coming up the stairs to her bedroom dressed in nothing but his 
underwear. 

And then her hand found his prick. 

She gasped softly as her fingers closed around the rigid, immoderately stiff 
column of his sex. It was sticking up out of the open fly of his shorts like 
a dark totem of adolescent lust. 

She had heard those stories all her life about the sexual superiority of the 
black manand the oversized pole of meat her fingers could barely circle 
seemed delightful proof of the old wives' tale! 

"So big," she whispered, her lips twitching with a greed she couldn't 
disguise. "My God ... so long and big ... so stiff." 

She heard him grunt softly, driving his finger possessively deep into the 
very matrix of her cunt. 

"Gonna fuck you with that big thing," he breathed, hoarsely. "I'm gonna give 
you all of that fuck-meat you want." 

She knew she was doomed-doomed to let him do whatever he wanted to with her 
willing body. The amorous throb of her pliant cunt around his demanding 
finger, the pointing hardness of her libidinous tits. And the darkness of 
her bedroom only added to the honed heat of her lusty ache. 

She brought her other hand over to grasp his stalwart penis. The big thing 
was like a club in her hands, a stony club of promise. The kind of boyish, 
potent prick that can stir the deepest emotions in a thirty-five-year-old 
female with an itch to be fucked. 

"Take your shorts off," she whispered, raggedly. 

His finger came slurping out of her ductile cunt on command. He stood up 
beside the bed, black and shadowy, and quickly unbuttoned his shorts. She 
could see his enormous young prick in horizontal profile against the dim 
light of the window, and the sight of such a prize tool sent a ripple of 
whorish delight through her loins. 

She managed to get off her pajamas just in time to let him come crawling 
over her body. 

She had never felt so wanton, so liberated in her sexual desires as she did 
at this moment. After all, her prejudices ran deep in her middle class 
blood, and she couldn't quite rid herself of the notion that anything goes 
to a black man when he is dying to fuck a white female. She could only think 
of him as a horny stud animal-all hard-on and panting hotness. 

She barely hesitated before taking a short gulp of breath and hissing her 
most Jezebelian needs into his dark ear. 

"Lick my pussy, Tom! Get down between my legs and use your lips and tongue 
on my cunt!" 

"Yeah, baby!" he chuckled, merrily. 

She had hardly caught her next breath before she felt the wiry hair of his 
head brushing roughly against the inside of her thighs. His hands slid under 
the melons of her buttocks and lifted her up like a ripe fruit. Then she 
felt the first long, wet lap of his eager tongue lengthways along her pussy 
and moaned with the sweet pleasure of it. 

He lapped her a dozen times in one certain way, then varied it so that the 
flat of his tongue was licking her spreading cunt sideways-licking right 
into the coils of cuntal hair, matting the whiskery edges of her slit with 
the hot saliva from his mouth. 

She moaned again, and pushed her pouting pussy hard against his grinning 
lips. 

He ran his tongue into her twat so suddenly and so deeply that she thought 
she would climax immediately. But her joy only buzzed and bubbled around the 
tip of his tongue as he wriggled it juicily and inside the sleek folds of 
her cunt. 

She began to go slightly mad with lust. 

"Eat me!" she purred, pulling her toes in against the bottoms of her feet. 
"Show me what you can do with that pink tongue! Eat me like a whore!! " 

Her lecherous words seemed to turn him on like an overdose of Spanish Fly. 
He buried his whole head between her legs until his ears were flat against 
the insides of her thighs. His mouth completely covered her burning hole, 
and with the expertise of a born black satyr he began to literally fuck her 
cunt with his long tongue. 

She lay for the next few long moments without moving a muscle in her whole 
body. She allowed him to feed boldly and deeply on the succulent softness of 
her yielding slit. His tongue drove over and over into her right to the 
roots, and each time he got it inside of her he drew it out with a rotating, 
powerful lapping action that brought her right to the brink of an exquisite 
orgasm. 

She had never had her gash eaten so well! 

She moaned now, made mewing and purring noises deep in her throat while she 
held his head locked in place with her thighs. He was sucking her like a 
maniac, and the last few hot seconds ticked by as she approached her peak. 

The total pleasure came, tittered on the brink, then spilled over in a gush 
of liquid thrills against his rogue tongue. 

And he was still licking on her glistening cunt when the bright flash of 
light turned the dark room briefly into day. 

She had only time for one fleeting glimpse of two grinning figures in the 
bedroom door. 

And the one with the flash camera was Willy! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She tried to sit up, but Tom still had both of her thighs held tightly in 
his grip. His black fingers were imprinted deep into the snowy flesh of her 
loins-and he was still down there nibbling and licking on the bruised, wet 
lips of her cunt as if nothing at all had happened. 

The flash camera went off again, revealing Willy and the other boy. And 
then, seconds later, the light in the bedroom was snapped on. 

She tried rising again, but Tom shifted both of his arms into a locking 
position over her stomach. He looked up at her briefly, his thick lips 
glistening with her cuntal juices, his grin slack as a hound's, his young 
eyes wicked with fun and lust. 

"You ain't been fucked yet, ma'am," Tom husked. 

She glanced in a daze toward the door again, her eyes dilated with the white 
circles caused by the two cruel flashes of the camera. 

She could barely make out Willy, to say nothing of the grinning young man 
beside him. 

Willy came to the bed, camera swinging insolently from his hand. 

"You sure seemed to like having your pussy worked over, Aunt Mary," he said, 
something metallic and threatening in his voice. "And I bet Mom will really 
get a big, farty kick out of seeing the pictures I just took of you." 

Her eyes were clearing now, and she darted them venomously from Willy to the 
strange boy beside him. 

"Oh, hey, where's my manners?" Willy breathed. "Aunt Mary, I think you've 
already met Tom there between your legs-but this other pal of mine is Jack. 
You remember him. He's the one who loaned me the good fuck movie, the one 
you got such a bang out of." 

The boy beside Willy was looking at her with narrowed, almost greedy eyes. 
His grin was frozen on his handsome young face-and one fleeting glance at 
the boy's crotch revealed to her the state of his sexual arousal. His prick 
was almost bursting out of his pants. 

"Jack wants to fuck you, too, Aunt Mary," Willy purred, softly. "We all want 
a crack at your hot cunt, even if it takes all night to satisfy us. And then 
we want you to blow us. You know, suck our cocks until we cum all over again 
in your mouth." 

Jack giggled throatily, and rubbed his fly. 

It took a second more for her to find her voice, but when she did it came 
out in a scathing rasp. 

"You damned heathen," she hissed at Willy. "You sneaking little-little-" 

"Bastard," Willy grinned. "Yeah, I'm a bastard, Aunt Mary. But you made me 
one. But you're a fuck-happy old bitch, and you know it. You shouldn't have 
tried to bullshit me, but since you did I figured turn-about was fair play. 
And now we're gonna screw your scheming pussy until hell won't have it." 

"I-I'll scream my head off," she snapped, but even she could hear the silly 
weakness in her voice, the vacuous tone of the threat. 

"Yeah, you can. And I can show God and everybody pictures of how you let Tom 
here stick his long tongue up your hot hole. And I think they might believe 
me when I tell them about all the unholy fucking we've been doing the past 
week or so." 

Tom was still holding her down, and now he had one of his ebony hands on her 
left tit. The still-aroused nipple was peaking like a pink plum between two 
of his black fingers. 

"I just wanta piece of ass," Tom whispered. "No trouble for nobody-just a 
good piece of hot pussy!" 

Despite herself, she felt a surge of raw lust go through her thighs. She 
could feel Tom's huge penis against her leg-a big, long, black column of 
teenaged meat that was dying to explore her cunt to its limits. 

She wanted Tom to fuck her. 

And she wanted to be fucked by the boy named Jack. 

She even wanted to feel Willy's evil cock pumping once more inside her 
churning slit. 

She just hated to admit it! 

"Tell her the deal, Willy," Jack said, his youthful voice as husky as a 
grown man's. 

Willy smiled and nodded. "Sure. We got a deal for you, Aunt Mary. It comes 
in two parts. You let us get our kicks with you tonight-you know, fucking 
and sucking and everything else-and that's the first part of the deal." 

"And the second," she demanded, icily. 

"The second part is a secret, but you'll like the idea. And in return for 
your keeping your part of the deal, I'll give you the negatives in this 
camera." 

The clever, almost cute, arrogance of Willy's adolescent brain made 
something just as clever-and more arrogant-click into action in her brain. 
She took a deep breath and stared Willy down. 

"I hope your two friends are better in bed than you are, Willy," she said, 
slowly and firmly. 

"What the shit does that--? " 

"It means," she interrupted, cruelly, "that I hope they can fuck better and 
longer than you-because frankly, my pet, you're a lousy little 
quick-shooting phony." 

It took only a second for her insult to be absorbed by both Tom and Jack. 
And they threw back their heads with a hoot of laughter. 

"Hey, cut it out," Willy snarled. "She's shitting you guys! Hell, she told 
me I could fuck like a horse!" 

"HEE-HAAAAAAW!" Tom blurted, laughing again. 

And Jack joined in the derision, poking poor Willy in the ribs with the 
point of his finger. 

"I'll bet you guys I can make her cum more times than both of you dumb 
fuckers put together!" Willy boomed. 

"Prove it," Miss Harble said, flatly. 

Willy's eyes were flashing with a combination of lust and anger. "Go ahead 
and ball her, Tom," he commanded. "Fuck the shit out of her sassy snatch-and 
I'll betcha ten bucks I can hump her longer and better!" 

"Hey, how about me?" Jack grunted. 

"Don't worry, hero," Willy snapped. "There'll be plenty of her ass left for 
you." 

All the talk, all the honing of their teen-aged passion and their 
egotistical male pride, had served to build the fires of need in her blood. 

Her cunt was pooching out yearningly, the inner lips growing thick and hot, 
her clitoris rising like an erotic lump. She thought that if she had to wait 
one more second to feel Tom's beautiful black prick funneling into her wet 
slit, she'd scream! 

"Go to it, stud," Jack breathed toward his Negro pal. "Let's see if you can 
get that big dick of yours all the way into her white cunt!" 

The challenge to Tom was even more personal. 

He fully intended to show up his skeptical friends-and he knew the only way 
to do that was to give the white woman sprawled willingly under him what his 
big brothers called a honey-fuck! 

Tom shifted positions above her so that he was quickly in a crouching, 
doggie position over her thighs. He didn't have to force her legs apart. She 
did that eagerly for him, even pushing her lickerish pussy up to meet 
whatever he had to give. 

What Tom had to offer her was at least nine hard inches of black meat-one of 
those almost unmanageable, uncircumcised coon pricks that nice white ladies 
dream about! 

She had time only to see the pink bulb of his cock peeking out of the dark 
snout of foreskin before he forced it smoothly between the stretching folds 
of her cunt. 

She naturally enough expected him to ram the whole thing all the way up her 
pussy, filling her to the womb, proving to her what a big mother-fucking 
cock he had on him. 

But he didn't. 

Instead, he held off from her, not even touching the rest of her heating 
body-holding contact with her only where the head of his large prick 
remained snugly enveloped by the lips of her frisky cunt. 

It was a very novel kind of stimulation for her, both novel and very nice! 

In seconds, she felt the outer folds of her pussy contracting, squeezing, 
almost nibbling at the proud tip of his big but boyish cock! 

Then, to her frustration, he pulled his prick almost completely out of her. 
He moved his naked black buttocks only enough to cause his enormously 
stiffened penis to slide slickly within the hair-rimmed circle of her 
opening. 

The titillation was almost unbearable! 

"P-put it in!" she whispered, hoarsely. 

"Yeah," Willy grumbled from the sidelines. "Hell, fuck her and get it over 
with!" 

But Tom was doing the honey-fuck-and it was something only black guys could 
do well. And it was also the kind of unique pussy-baiting, cunt-teasing, 
hole-pleasing maneuver that could turn any frigid female into a slathering 
whore, if done right. 

And Tom knew how to do it right! 

He fed the head of his prick into her once more, repeated the process, did 
it again, repeating the cuntal-lip rubbing business. Then did it slowly 
again. 

Miss Harble was hot. 

Prick-hungry hot! 

She wanted that black-buck cock inside of her. All the way inside! She 
wanted to feel Tom's smooth, sooty balls pressing against the crack of her 
ass! And she didn't give a damn now who was watching! 

"Fuck me!" she groaned, sluttishly. "FUCK ME, DAMMIT!! " 

She heard Jack chuckle appreciatively, and at the same time another flash 
bulb exploded. But she was beyond caring about anything but the maddening 
itch between her legs! 

Tom inched a little more of his oversized black cock into the pinkly slitted 
mouth of her cunt. Her loins rippled with pleasure and waited for more. 

But Tom drew his prick slowly out again to the trembling, wet lips of her 
pussy. Once more, with just the head of his dick, he gently massaged the 
sodden circle of her sex until her hormones were sizzling like hot coals. 

Then he rode his meat into her again, this time almost half-way the full 
length of his teenaged cock. 

Her cunt gulped and sucked at the hard rod, begging for more! 

But instead of giving her what she really wanted, he slowly rotated his hips 
again so that his prick moved around the itching inner walls of her pussy. 
The technique made her vagina bloat with joy, burn to the center of her womb 
with the salacious need to simply be fucked. 

He didn't fuck her. Not yet. 

He drew his prick so slowly back out to the edges of her foaming cuntal lips 
that she tossed her head from side to side and moaned with the agony of 
being denied his marvelous tool. 

"Fuck me," she cooed, savagely. "Fuck me, fuuuck ME!! " 

He entered her once again, inch by inch, giving her the full flavor of being 
tickled to death by the biggest sixteen-year-old pickaninny prick this side 
of the Mason-Dixon! 

"All of it," she whimpered, bucking her blazing thighs up at him, making the 
distorted folds of her pussy roll meatily around the cylinder of stout dark 
cock. "Please-PLEASE give me ALL of it!! " 

This time he did. With a grinning leer he rode every hellish inch of his 
champion tool solidly up her hole. The blunt head of his dick rubbed 
deliriously against the mouth of her womb. 

Then he fucked her slowly and steadily for only a couple of minutes, forcing 
her by the strength of his large peter to gasp with pleasure each time he 
rode it home. 

She approached an incredible orgasm as he forced his cock in and out of her 
clasping, slurping cunt. 

The nipples peaking her tits were huge and pink, sticking out from the amber 
aureoles like smooth wads of bubblegum. 

"S-s-suck these!" she hissed, weakly, circling her tits with her own hands 
and directing the bursting paps toward Tom's big-lipped mouth. 

He leaned over her like a panther, rolling out that long coral tongue of his 
to lap hungrily on each of her thrilled nipples. Then he closed his thick 
lips over half of her tit and sucked with steamy concentration-all the time 
fucking her with a steady rhythm that was making her pussy turn creamy-hot 
with joy. 

The bedsprings creaked wickedly. 

Another flash bulb went off. 

Her tortured cunt exploded with a series of wild, deep spasms that flooded 
Tom's heroic tool with a powerful flood of juices. 

He obviously enjoyed her orgasm as much as she did because his cock grew 
much stiffer inside of her-stiffer and longer until it was like a black 
battering ram riding in and out of the sappy lips of her cunt. 

He kept fucking her even as her liquids trickled wetly from the corners of 
her hole, wetting his balls. 

"Hey, man," Jack whispered, hotly, "let somebody else get a little of that." 

At the sound of Jack's voice, she opened her eyes and glanced with fogged 
sensuality to her left. She saw that both Jack and Willy had taken off their 
clothes. They were stark naked, their adolescent pricks hard and pointing. 
Willy still had the camera in his hand, and he was focusing on a close-up of 
Tom's husky cock ramrodding dutifully in and out of her slit. 

The flash went off, and almost at the same time Tom let out a deep grunt of 
animal lust and filled her tender snatch with glut after glut of hot sperm. 

Tom's enormously potent prick seemed to shoot like a hot pistol, and since 
the head of it was lodged snugly into her uterus she felt each salvo of his 
lusty balls with more salacious joy than he could have imagined. 

Her pussy contracted tightly around the bloated black cock and greedily 
milked it of every boiling drop of sperm. 

It was only when Tom was thoroughly satisfied himself that he reluctantly 
pulled his still-swollen penis out of her twat. It came out slurping 
wetly-only to be replaced by the thick, iron-hard cock of the boy named 
Jack! 

Apparently Willy had forgotten his vow to fuck her next ... not that she 
cared! 

Jack was smaller of body than Tom, but he was not as patient as his black 
pal. He was on her to fuck her, and that was exactly what he started doing 
the second he crammed his horny peter into place! 

If she had thought being fucked again so soon might be boring, she soon 
changed her mind. 

Jack was an All-American little stud, and the way he drove his hard-on into 
her lathered cunt pleasured her right to her ears! 

"Yes," she purred, moving her loins in a wanton rhythm to mine the most 
enchantment as possible from Jack's pistoning prick. "Yes, fast like that! 
And faster! FASTER!! " 

He accommodated her lustiness by suddenly speeding up his thrusts, bucking 
between her spraddled thighs like a drunk, teenaged sailor. She could feel 
his firm young balls slapping like fists against the curve of her buttocks, 
and with a deep sigh of pleasure she crab-walked her legs up over his 
rocketing hips. 

She was still in that position, ankles locked above Jack's plunging ass, her 
spread buttocks lifted up and almost touching his own nude butt, when Willy 
walked over to the foot of the bed and put his index finger into her anus. 

Willy stood grinning-just like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the 
dike-watching Jack savagely fuck his aunt. He didn't have his finger far 
into her puckered ass-hole, but far enough that she could feel it. 

"Tell me when you're about to cum, Aunt Mary," Willy said, a teasing 
hardness to his voice, "and I'll show you something that will thrill the 
shit out of you." 

She was already being thrilled by Jack's ramming young prick. It was sawing 
wetly and hotly to the very core of her, and she knew that only a few more 
minutes of such vigorous, youthful fucking and her randy old cunt would 
reward him with a lewd gushering of juice. 

Tom stood for the moment on the sidelines, his long black cock hanging 
between his legs, still half-swollen and gleaming from the love-bath her 
cunt had given it. It looked very much as if it would rise again at any 
moment and be ready to take on her slutty gash with more power than ever. 

But Jack was in the saddle right now and the way he was riding her was like 
a stallion mounted on a hot mare! 

"Fuck her, man!" Willy commanded, inching his finger a bit deeper into her 
resisting ass-hole. "Ram your prick right up into her throat!" 

Jack was doing his best! 

With each determined plunge of his cock he buried himself to the balls. And 
from where Willy stood with his finger lodged into his aunt's tight rectum, 
his pal Jack was no slouch as a stud. He could see the way Jack's burly 
prick powered back the slick folds of pussy on the inward thrusts, then 
rolled them out like a hairy mouth on the upward strokes. 

Willy knew his Aunt Mary was getting her goddam cunt fucked with that extra 
spice which comes from doing it with strangers. 

As for Miss Harble, her budding slit held on to Jack's funneling cock from 
head to root. She loved the persistent thrusting power of it, the naughty 
hot slap of his balls just above the place where Willy's finger was stuck 
into her ass. 

It was all making her want to cum again, and she knew that all it would take 
would be for the cute little fucker on top of her to speed up his tempo. 

"Faster!" she whispered. "Go faster!! " 

Although he was already panting, Jack began to screw her so hard and fast 
that her teeth rattled! He pounded up and down between her clasping thighs, 
digging his knees deep into the mattress, holding on to both of her tits as 
if they were saddle horns! 

"Oh ... aaahh! OOHH!" 

She began to thrash around in those last few sweetly delicious seconds 
before the friction of prick-in-pussy brings the female to a climax. 

She dug her hands into Jack's forearms, she lifted her thighs in a quivering 
thrust, she threw back her head and slathered her tongue wetly forward-and 
then she spasmed like a goat. 

At the very beginning of her orgasm, Willy crammed his finger into her 
relaxing ass-hole to the second knuckle. It took a moment for her senses to 
respond to this erotic attack, but when she did it was enough to trigger 
another wilder, deeper spasm of lust. The sphincter muscles in her rectum 
not only greedily absorbed Willy's invading finger, her whole ass-hole 
seemed to bloat and constrict in pleasure. 

Willy only grinned as he felt her anus throbbing around his finger, and when 
he saw the froth of juice bubbling from the stretched circle of her cunt, he 
sawed his finger back and forth-finger-fucking her right in the hot old ass! 

Having a grown woman climax with his prick inside of her was much more than 
Jack's heated brain could take without the needed release of tension. So at 
the very peak of her spasming joy, he made a face of lust, felt his balls 
tighten and tingle, then shot off violently into her cunt. 

She could feel Jack's sperm bolting like thick white cream into the center 
of her convulsed slit, and the wickedness of having a sixteen-year-old boy 
she had never met filling her pussy with his lusty spurting triggered still 
another deeply felt spasm of pleasure inside her. 

And she didn't want to give Jack up. 

She lifted her buttocks even higher, holding the teenager a prisoner to her 
still unsatiated cunt. 

"Fuck me again!" she purred, huskily. 

A man might have failed the test-but not a sex-crazed boy! Jack's rogue 
young cock did not soften after one shooting of his balls, and immediately 
he began to repeat his amorous thrusts up her twat. 

This time Willy and Tom got into the act. On Willy's suggestion, Tom drove 
his fully stiffened black prick up her ass-hole to the ballsgiving her much 
more to enjoy than her nephew's wriggling finger. 

And without a modest bone in his body, Willy stood by the side of the bed 
and forced her to suck on his sturdy cock while he cynically fucked her 
mouth-plunging all of his prick down her throat each time until his balls 
were crammed against her chin. 

She felt just like one of the models in the filthy magazines. 

And she was loving every sinful second of it! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

She woke up the next morning quite alone. 

The sheets under her bruised and sweaty body were sopping wet with sperm, 
juices of expended passion, the shocking yet stimulating odors left by the 
thrashing of three young bodies beside her in one bed. 

She had been fucked by them all-and she had sucked them all. Not once, but 
more times than she could remember. 

Instead of guilt, she felt something more akin to a dark liberation of her 
senses. And even now, as she lay with her legs spread obscenely apart, she 
found herself yearning for just one more stiff boy-prick. Just one more 
glorious, grunting fuck. 

She was still thinking about sex when the bedroom door creaked open and 
Willy came into the room bearing a big breakfast tray 

He was dressed in only his cutoffs, but she could see the lusty bulge at his 
crotch-as if his lubricous young cock had not yet fully gone down to normal 
size. 

"Hungry, Aunt Mary?" he called out, cheerfully. 

She sat up on her elbows, unconcerned that she was totally nude-and caring 
less that her tits were puffy from the young mouths that had sucked on them 
half the night. 

Willy brought the tray over to her night table and set it down. It was a 
good, big breakfast for a gal who had worked so hard. 

He sat on the edge of the bed while she wolfed down the food. It was only 
when she was through that she thought to ask the obvious question. 

"Where are the other two?" 

Willy grinned. "They left. Poor old Jack-Jesus, I think you milked his balls 
to death. He said you made him cum five times." 

She smiled back, feeling a faint itch at the center of her cunt. Just 
remembering how that puffing little lout had screwed her was making her hot 
to trot! 

"That was naughty of you, Willy," she breathed. "Where on earth did Jack 
come from?" 

"We had it all planned. After you turned out your light, he came into the 
apartment. He'd been sitting on the steps outside for hours." 

"And the pictures you took?" 

Willy's eyes narrowed, but his mischievous grin held firm. "I meant what I 
said about the pictures, Aunt Mary. Tom took the camera home with him-and 
the film." 

"Didn't I do what you wanted?" she protested, softly. 

"Only half of it. Remember what I said about the deal being in two parts?" 

"And the second part?" 

"Simple. I want to put your pussy to work for me." 

At first she thought her ears weren't functioning properly. But when he 
repeated his brutal announcement, her heart began to pound. 

"W-what do you mean, Willy?" 

'Tom and Jack and me need some money. We want to go in on a good 
motorbike-and the only way we've got to come up with the dough is to put 
your cunt into action. How would you like to get fucked by the whole high 
school football team?" 

This time she heard perfectly well-and her ears burned and buzzed in 
amazement. 

"Are you insane!? " she gasped. 

Willy chuckled, then reached over and tweaked one of her tender, firm 
nipples. Then his other hand touched the second nipple. 

"I have to live in this city," she hissed, helplessly. "Do you think I can 
get away with-" 

"Relax," Willy grinned, "we've figured all that out." His fingers were still 
around her nipples gently squeezing them, teasing them to new life. "Jack 
has sneaked one of his mom's stretch wigs out of the house, and you can wear 
that big pair of dark sunglasses I saw you in once." 

She wanted to tell Willy to stop playing with her tits, but both her nipples 
were growing fat and plump, and the way he was toying with her was making 
something happen inside her cunt, too. 

"B-but they will want to know who I am," she protested softly. "All those 
boys will be curious!" 

Willy shrugged, not looking at her but at her tits. Watching those nice pink 
paps bloating against his thumbs. . "We've taken care of that, too," he 
breathed. "We told the guys that we could hire thisuh-whore from Parson 
City. We told them it would cost five bucks apiece. Hell, they don't give a 
shit who you are. All they want is a chance to fuck a grown woman. And you 
oughta think about that part, Aunt Mary. I mean, the way you dig young guys, 
just think about being alone with twenty of them-all hot and horny as bulls. 
You'll get enough hard fucking to last you a month!" 

She was thinking about it. 

Her pussy seemed to be considering it, too. She could feel the lips of her 
crazed cunt parting-just as if twenty boys with big, hard pricks were 
already lined up outside her bedroom door! 

As if sensing her growing mood, Willy slipped one of his hands off her 
trembling tit and slid it expertly down between her legs. He cupped her 
moist and hairy cunt in the palm of his hand and began to rub her gently, 
moving his palm just forcefully enough to make her hole ache with pleasure. 

"How about it, Aunt Mary? There's a hundred bucks in it for Tom, Jack, and 
me. Nobody will ever know who you are-and I promise you the time of your 
life. Four solid hours of the best goddamned fucking you'll ever have." 

Her cunt was pouting out hotly now against his moving hand. 

"When?" she managed, raggedly. 

"Tonight." 

She felt a thrill of lust go through her body, and the hairs circling her 
heating pussy seemed to crackle with electricity as Willy's taunting hand 
groped and petted her. 

"Want me to fuck you while you think about it?" Willy whispered, his 
handsome young face flushed with the excitement of feeling up a cunt he knew 
he could ball for the asking. 

She couldn't resist the invitation! 

In seconds Willy had ripped down his cutoffs and was on top of her. His 
prick was as hard as if he hadn't had sex in a week. He took her the way he 
used to, shoving his whole cock right up her yielding slit to the balls. 
Then he methodically fucked her until her guttural, throaty gasps told him 
that she was only a breath away from her climax. 

Then he stopped, letting her pussy throb and quiver around the hard column 
of his meat. 

"Say yes, Aunt Mary," he breathed. 

Her voice almost scorched his face. "YES- 

BUT MAKE ME CUM!! " 

With a slack, triumphant grin, he went to work again on her sucking cunt. He 
fucked her a bit faster now, making his firm, naked buttocks rise and fall 
with pile-driving force until she hummed like a bee and began to spasm with 
uncontrollable pleasure. 

She poured hot juices over his balls for several lustful seconds before he 
got his own rocks off. Then, with a vigor that only teen-aged males can 
muster, he filled her bloated cunt with several thick gluts of sperm. 

But even after his prick was soft and he had pulled it out of her dripping 
slit, she was hungry for more..." 

At exactly seven o'clock that evening, Jack and Tom appeared again at the 
apartment. 

Jack had the dark stretch-wig he had secretly borrowed from his mother, and 
Tom had brought along an item that he thought would "turn the guys on like 
hell." It was something he had snitched out of his sister's wardrobe novelty 
garment made of red nylon that the female could wear as a blouse. Only this 
blouse came down just to the navel, and there were round cut-outs in front 
for the tits to stick through. 

"My sis used to wear this at parties," Tom grinned, sticking one of his 
black fingers through a tit-peek hole and wriggling it like a distended 
nipple. "No wonder she got her hot pussy fucked so many times!" 

"Model it for us," Jack suggested. "The wig, the glasses, the whole bit. See 
if it turns us on." 

She knew she could hardly pretend to be modest in front of three boys who 
had spent the night before fucking her in every position in the book! 

While the three boys waited on the living room sofa, she went into the 
downstairs John and took off her clothes. She got into the nylon blouse, 
pulled on the stretch wig and dark glasses, then painted her lips with the 
brightest red lipstick she had. She didn't even recognize herself in the 
mirror! 

She came back to the living room with the blouse fitting her exactly the way 
it was meant to. That is, both of her pointing tits were sticking through 
the twin holes-enough to tempt a saint! 

"Jesus!" Jack husked, catching sight of her. "You talk about hard-on 
material!" 

"Yeah," Tom whistled, showing all his white teeth in his black face. "I 
could fuck a little of that tail myself!" 

It was only Willy who made a face, barely glancing at the nearly nude figure 
of his aunt. "C'mon, you guys," he complained. "We haven't got time for any 
shit. We'll be late." 

But Miss Harble was enjoying it. Somehow, the costume made her less 
self-conscious-as if she were another person. She wondered what a 
psychiatrist would say about her assuming so quickly a split-personality. 

She paraded a bit more in front of her audience, posing here and there 
against various pieces of furniture-exposing her tits and pussy in the most 
stimulating ways she could think of. 

Both Jack and Tom got enormous hard-ons. Both of their pricks bulged up 
lewdly against their legs. 

"Hey, Aunt Mary, cut it out," Willy grunted. "You're turning these two 
cunt-hounds on. Save it until later. We'll all fuck you as much as you want 
when we get home." 

Willy had a little difficulty in convincing his pals that there was anything 
wrong with knocking off a couple of quick pieces before leaving. But he 
finally succeeded-and not getting balled only honed the swelling itch 
between Miss Harble's legs. 

The place where they were going was the house out in the country which Willy 
had told her about a week or so before. Just an old deserted farm house, as 
isolated as Mars, which some of the high school boys had fixed up a little 
for weekend beer parties and sex marathons-when they could get girls willing 
to go along with a gang-bang. 

They drove out in Jack's father's car. Since he had a part-time driving 
license, there would be no hassle with the police in case they were stopped. 

Willy sat up in the front seat with Jack, and Miss Harble and Tom shared the 
backseat. 

"Man," Tom groaned after they had gone only a block, "lemme fuck her back 
here. Ain't no harm in that." 

"No fucking," Willy commanded. "You think we want to take her in with your 
alley cat sperm dripping from her slit." 

On that sour note, Tom cupped his hand against Miss Harble's ear and 
whispered something suggestive to her. She nodded, and seconds later Tom had 
his big black prick out of his pants and had scooted far back into the 
corner of the car. 

Miss Harble leaned over and Tom fed most of his enormous incredibly potent 
cock into her mouth. She loved the warm, funky taste of his dark prick-and 
with her untouched pussy twitching with frustration, she slowly and greedily 
sucked Tom until his penis was like a column of stone. 

Willy glanced back a couple of times, but said nothing. It was the kind of 
compromise that he could go along with. After all, cocksucking didn't really 
count! 

Because Tom had that special ability that a lot of blacks have-the ability 
to hold off his ejaculation until he has really had some fun-it took most of 
the trip to satisfy his needs. Not that she cared, or complained. The more 
she licked and tongued his titan prick, the tastier it seemed to her. And 
when his climax finally approached, she knew it from the quiver that went 
from the root to the tip. 

"Go down on it," Tom hissed, roughly. "Eat that big thing right down to the 
balls!" 

She rode every inch of his teenaged monster into her throat, holding it 
sheathed as tears came to her eyes. But it was just what he needed, and with 
one or two salacious gasps of joy he raised his hips and rewarded her with 
several powerful discharges of hot spunk! 

She kept stubbornly sucking and loving his big dick until it grew reasonably 
soft in her mouth. Then she pulled her lips away and licked it lovingly from 
one end to the other, cleaning it for him the way a mother cat cleans her 
favorite kitten. 

"Hey, we're almost there," Willy said from the front seat, "so I hope you 
guys are through messing around back there." 

"All through, Mister Charlie," Tom sighed, grinning and slowly stuffing his 
satisfied peter back into her pants. Then he reached over and slipped his 
hand under the raincoat Miss Harble was wearing over her nearly nude body. 
He found her willing pussy and played with it for a few seconds, tickling 
her so well that the hair-rimmed cuntal lips swelled out hotly, wetly. 

Then Tom drew his hand back, sniffed his fingers, winked at her and grinned 
again. 

When they reached the turn-off that led a half-mile or so up a dirt road to 
the farm house, Miss Harble felt such a sudden throbbing of excitement in 
her blood that she could barely breathe. 

It was as if she had lived all her life-spent all those dull and sexless 
hours in a library-just to come finally to this moment, this happy reward. 

Call me a whore, she thought with wild abandon, call me a hopeless 
nymphomaniac ... I don't care, as long as I get fucked until I'm satisfied! 

They reached the house and drove around in back. About a dozen cars, most of 
them hot rods, were clustered near the back door. A couple of teenaged boys 
were sitting on the steps of the house with beers in their hands. 

"Remember," Willy whispered into the back seat. "If anybody asks you, you 
work in a hotel in Parson City. Tell 'em they can look you up any weekend." 

Miss Harble nodded, pulling at her black stretch wig to make sure it was in 
place. 

The three boys she was with ushered her into the house and up the stairs. 
She just had time for a glance into the half-dark living room of the sagging 
old farmhouse. The room seemed filled with boys, all with beer cans. Music 
was blaring from a stereo in one corner, and she caught a fleeting glimpse 
of high-school football pennants on the wall arranged around some large 
Playboy pullouts of naked females. 

When the gaggle of males caught sight of her they moved toward the stairs in 
a group, catcalling and whistling and yelling lewd words of encouragement to 
Willy. 

Tom and Jack momentarily stayed behind to hold back the lusty mob, and Willy 
took her on upstairs, then down the hall to a room at the very end. 

"You can take them one at a time for the first go-around," Willy said, 
casually. Then he gave her what could only pass for a vaguely concerned 
look. "You sure you're up to this kind of orgy. Some of those studs down 
there are real fucking machines." 

She gave him a glittering stare. 

"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't want to be fucked, you silly bastard?" 

He looked blank, then grinned. "Hey, right on, Auntie-baby. Get that horny 
old twat of yours exercised right tonight!" 

"I intend to!" 

There was nothing in the small room but an old mattress on the floor, a few 
smashed and empty beer cans and a lot of cigarette stubs on the floor that 
hadn't been swept in ages. 

It reminded her of the decadent atmosphere of the motel where Phil Foster 
had taken her to heaven with that beautiful, boyish prick of his. 

But tonight she had twenty Phil Fosters to fuck!! 

The first customer up the stairs was the quarterback for the high school 
team-a tall, muscular young stud with a 69 numbered T-shirts. He came in 
swinging his beer and unbuttoning his pants, a flashing leer of excitement 
in his half-drunken eyes. 

"Spread 'em, doll," he said, huskily. "I may be the first one-but I'll 
goddam sure bet I'm the best one!" 

She was already on the mattress with her legs invitingly apart, her pussy 
tingling with expectation. She watched her first champion stud pull off his 
pants and shorts with that numb hypnotized eagerness of a born harlot. 

And when she saw what he had swinging between his strong young legs, the 
corners of her mouth pulled up almost to her ears in a wide, appreciative 
grin. 

He was hung like a horse. 

He stood for a moment with his legs apart, his prick rising up into a 
beautiful stiff club of lust as he swigged down the last of his beer. Then 
he crushed the can in one hand and tossed it clattering to the side of the 
room. 

Wiping the back of his mouth, he grinned wickedly at her and stroked his 
growing hard-on with one hand. 

"You like 'em big?" he demanded. 

She nodded, her whole cunt beginning to twitch. She could feel her clitoris 
rising like a thumb. 

He drank in her flushed cheeks, her partly opened mouth, and then stared 
greedily at the dark thatch of hair that barely covered her stretched, 
scarlet slit. 

"I'll bet you'd even like to suck on this big jumbo," he breathed. He 
stroked his stony erection again, obviously enjoying building both of them 
up for the good fuck to follow. "Wanta suck on it? Wanta blow my hard meat 
for me?" 

She could only nod at him, too weak to make conversation. 

He chuckled to himself. "Yeah, sure you would. I'll bet a hot old whore like 
you would rather eat a young guy's prick than take a paid vacation!" 

She nodded again, unable to take her eyes off that horizontal column of 
stiff flesh riding out from the puff of pubic hair between his legs. 

Then he swaggered over to the mattress and dropped to his knees between her 
own legs. He pushed her thighs apart until her cunt was a gaping, wet gash 
of need-capable now of taking a cock even twice the size of his. 

"Let's see if you know how to fuck," he snarled, holding his stiffened penis 
at the root and shoving the head of it deep into her succulent slit. 

The delicious warmth of her hairy pussy turned him on like an animal, and he 
fell over her as he thrust the whole length of his tool far up into her 
womb. 

"Yeah, good stuff!" he whispered, his cock throbbing with pleasure as the 
grainy walls of her cunt constricted tightly to hold him. "Good 
old-fashioned poontang!" 

Those were the last words between them. 

With the savage need to prove he was the man his prick promised, he began to 
fuck her with punishing thrusts of his strong buttocks. 

His beery breath stung her face, but she was already so lost in the 
overpowering joy of being at last screwed that she merely threw back her 
head and clenched the tip of her tongue between her teeth. 

He was good. 

Very good. 

His prick seemed to grow longer and harder inside of her, fucking with deep 
strokes that made even her ass-hole pucker and twitch with pleasure! 

It was the kind of picture she wished Willy was there to record with his 
camera ... a healthy, well-hung, seventeen-year-old stud fucking the hell 
out of a naked and willing woman old enough to be his mother. And both of 
them loving it! 

He primed and pumped her juices up so quickly that her continuous spasms of 
completed lust triggered his own lecherous balls to shoot like small cannons 
into her cunt. 

Finally he was through, and pulling his horsy, wickedly swollen prick out of 
her sloppy cunt with a sucking noise that made both of them grin. 

He walked to the door of the room, his veined and dripping cock wagging 
proudly between his legs. Then he yelled downstairs that magic word that was 
like a valentine to her night-long lust. 

"NEXT!! ! " 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

At first she lost track of time-and finally she lost track of the number of 
times she was fucked. 

They came in an endless marching line-boy soldiers to service her lust. And 
she took them all, one after the other, her cunt gulping down their swollen 
erections right to the balls, then working with them until she had milked 
them dry. 

Her pussy was almost a shapeless oval of contented meat, pouting and 
throbbing, hair matted with sperm. 

And then Willy came back. 

"Party time, Aunt Mary," he grinned. "We want you to come on downstairs 
now." 

She stared up from the rumpled mattress at the body of her cute nephew, and 
remembered that he had not performed. 

"Fuck me, Willy," she whispered, coarsely. 

He only gave her a look bordering on amused contempt. "We've got plenty of 
time for that at home. Right now I've got to see that the guys get their 
money's worth. All they want to do is play a little game with you." 

At that moment both Tom and Jack appeared at the bedroom door. 

"Christamighty," Tom breathed, licking his lips at the sight of her ravished 
cunt and those hugely distended tits sticking out of the holes in his 
sister's naughty blouse. "You done got yourself fucked, baby." 

"C'mon," Willy snapped. "Help me get her downstairs." 

She could barely remember being carried down-except for the way Jack's eager 
hands buried themselves in her warm buttocks and the way Tom fumbled with 
her nipples at every opportunity. But later she would remember very clearly 
what happened to her when she did reach those howling young wolves in the 
living room below. 

They had f un-and-games in mind! 

Every boy was buck-naked, the music was blaring, the cold beer was 
plentiful-and they had even posted lookouts to make sure that no honest-John 
citizen wandered up the country road to spoil their teenaged orgy. 

Jack and Tom carried her to a big leather chair in the middle of the room. 
When they deposited her into it, they lifted her legs up over the arms so 
that her cunt was exposed to its fullest. And since every male in the room 
had fucked that whiskered hole at least once, they gathered around to look 
at it-the pulpy handiwork of their collective lusts. 

"Game time," Willy announced. "We need twelve guys for the first game-six 
for the punchboard and six for the suction pump!" 

She had no idea what Willy meant, but it was obviously a game the boys had 
played before with one or more lucky females! 

The dozen youths were easily and quickly recruited. They lined up in two 
lines of six each, one line in front of her available cunt and the other 
beside her chair. 

"You know the rules," Willy hummed, like some professional coach at a sexual 
Olympics, "you can only stick it in and pull it out-no fucking, no pumping, 
no cheating. And may the best jock win!" 

She had the picture now, and her eyes narrowed behind the dark circles of 
her glasses. Her mouth twitched in a slack grin of appreciation, while her 
clitoris-which had been hard and aroused for an hour already-seemed to stick 
up an inch from the soft folds of her cunt. 

"Get ready, everybody," Willy called. "And now ... GO!! " 

The first rascal in each line moved to do his duty. The one in front of her 
shoved his fully hardened prick deep into her liquefied pussy-all the way up 
to the balls. And the first boy in the line beside her chair forced her to 
open her mouth by rubbing the spongy head of his penis over her lips. She 
took the second youth orally, rolling her tongue wetly along his engorged 
column as he fed it to her up to his pubic hair. 

Then both of the teenagers pulled their wet cocks out of her two holes and 
let the second guys in line repeat the process. 

At first she didn't like the game. 

She didn't enjoy having them put their pricks so briefly into her. Just as 
she would feel the delicious pleasure of having her cunt and mouth filled 
simultaneously, they would pull back out-leaving her pussy hot and dripping 
and her tongue salaciously licking the air. 

But the game quite soon took on a new and kinky flavor. 

The more cocks that were crammed into her, the hotter she became-and the 
novelty of so many different shapes and sizes in boyish tools educated her 
ravished slit in a hurry! 

One guy would shove a good nine inches into her seething twat, driving it so 
far up her womb that she would come close to a molten climax. But he would 
pull it out before she could spasm, and the next penis might be only half 
that size-a short, thick, stiff dick that would throb madly against the 
inner lips of her vagina and thus produce an entirely different kind of 
pleasure. 

It was the same with the six stout pricks that were funneled one after the 
other into her mouth. They were all different, but all delicious, and as she 
grew wilder with the passionate need to taste hot sperm she covertly-wormed 
her tongue in circles over the head of the particular cock in her mouth and 
sucked like a vampire while she had the chance. 

The point eventually became very clear. 

It was a game to see who could hold off shooting his balls the longest. 

In time all of the overheated pricks began to reach their limits of 
endurance. One after the other it became more frustrating for the horny 
young studs to have to pull their violently stiffened rods slowly out of her 
clasping cunt-and already each of their cocks were wet with either the 
boiling juices dribbling from the lips of her pussy, or with the hot 
slobberings of her tongue. 

And then the chain reaction began. 

The first to shoot her lecherous cunt full of sperm was the youngest of the 
group-a fourteen-year-old redhead with a prick on him that would have made 
any teenaged girl faint with pleasure. When it came his turn to enter her 
slit, he thrust his bloated cock right up to the mouth of her womb and 
discharged like a musket. He sent so much hot cum exploding inside her pussy 
that it dripped from the corners of her stretched snatch like thick, warm 
gravy. 

Then the redhead, flushed with satisfaction, drew his smoking prick from her 
slick cunt and let the next jock have his chance. 

They all began to go off like firecrackers. 

Sometimes she would have the coupled joy of one cock shooting off wilding in 
her pussy while another filled her throat with several ounces of boyish 
cream. 

It was all more than her salacious nature could take, and she began to spasm 
in regular tempo to their multiple orgasms. 

It ultimately boiled down to a combat between two of the better-hung, older 
boys. Both of them had pricks like young stallions-and both of them were in 
the fucking line. 

"Screw her for a count of twenty," Willy coached from the sidelines, "then 
pull your dick out and let the other guy do it for the same length of time!" 

The whole room of boys had gathered around her now, laughing and swigging 
their beers as the two stud champions went to work on her like drunken 
sailors on a Mexican whore. 

She was fucked hard, over and over, while the whole chorus of young males 
kept up a chanting count of one to twenty. The picture of her slumped in the 
big leather chair, her head thrown back and her mouth open, her tits 
sticking out wetly in different directions, her cunt filled constantly with 
one or the other of the two big teenaged pricks, was a sight that would have 
made an old man get a hard-on! 

"Man," one of the boys whispered. "Look at her old cunt juice off! She's 
loving that stuff!" 

And indeed she was. It was the kind of contest every female in the world 
must dream about at one time or another. A contest that placed her sluttish 
hole at the eager disposal of two healthy studs with pricks made of stone! 

But neither of the potent young males were robots and, after five or ten 
minutes of savage thrusting, one of them gasped out a lusty grunt and 
emptied his aching balls of every drop of sperm. She took his load with a 
constricting thrill of her whole cunt, and climaxed greedily to mix her 
juices with his. 

The one left-his cock still hard and stiff between his legs-had won the day. 
And he had also won the privilege of taking his time about fucking her in 
his own way. 

Maddened already with the sharpened lust, the boy drove his cock hair-deep 
into her rutty slit and screwed her with such teeth-shattering force that 
her tits jiggled like jelly! 

After only a few minutes of such powerful fucking, the last of the 
"punchboard" males surrendered his sperm to the nipping heat of her cunt, 
and poured what felt like a quart of hot spunk up her bowels. 

It had been a fun kind of game. 

But there were more to be played! 

After all, her ass-hole was still virgin territory ! 

The cornholing festivity seemed something very special to the ritual antics 
of the football team. Apparently, they had found few girls who would submit 
to letting some dozen or more horny cocks pump madly into their back holes. 

But in Miss Harble, they found a willing mascot! 

As if to hide the perversity of the game, they turned out the lights-all 
except a faint twenty-five watt bulb over in the corner. She was lifted out 
of the chair by a dozen strong young arms and maneuvered to the center of th 
room where she was forced to get into a doggie position. All she was aware 
of were the shuffling feet of some twenty naked boys, the husky male 
breathing as they placed her in readiness for a gang-banging of her 
ass-hole. 

But they wanted her to really turn on when their pricks went to work on her 
scupper, and to that end one of the boys shoved something into her face. It 
was difficult to make it out in the half-dark room, but it looked to her 
like a big flashlight. 

"Ever had a vibrator up your pussy?" the boy demanded, then he laughed 
throatily. "You'll like this whopper, honey. It's ten to eleven inches of 
black rubber, and it's got a three-speed motor. Ready or not, here it 
comes!" 

Somebody pulled her legs apart, setting her the way a proud owner might set 
the legs of his show-dog. Then she suddenly felt the huge rubber dildo go up 
her sodden cunt. Since her hole was so completely lubricated, the boy had no 
trouble getting the hellish instrument all the way up her stretching slit. 

And then somebody turned the battery-run motor on the slow speed. 

If she had ever had the joy of feeling her whole pussy massaged from one end 
to the other, this was it! 

Her cunt quivered and shimmied happily, contracting and sucking at the 
large,, false penis that was crammed into her right to her womb. 

"Now let's fuck the hot bitch," somebody snarled. "Line up, men-and screw 
the holy shit out of that sweet ass!" 

She was not really a virgin between her buttocks. She had the delicious, 
lewd memory of Tom's large, long Negro prick fucking her like a horse back 
there. But she didn't intend to let them know she liked it that way. 

Let them think they were making her love being corn-holed for the first 
time! 

The cocks began to work on her one at a time. She had no idea who was 
fucking her, but she didn't give a damn. All of them were hard and 
throbbing-and the bigger they were the tighter the frisky muscles of her 
anus held on to them. 

Meanwhile, the vibrator was keeping her cunt busy. It was so much better 
than a real prick because it jiggled constantly inside of her, never changed 
shape, and turned the slippery walls of her vagina into one grainy, cloying 
sheath of lust. 

Her fissure at the back grew larger and hotter as each successive penis 
entered, pumped her, shot off a stream of hot sperm and pulled back out. 

One prick was so brutally large that the owner of it had to hold her 
buttocks in both hands and literally bang his way into her ass-hole. And the 
second the oversized tool rode like a bar of iron deep into her rectum, she 
gasped in luscious pain and flooded the vibrator with a gush of her own 
juices. 

"She's cummin," somebody chuckled. "Look at her cunt spew!" 

Just for kicks-and while the big prick was still fucking lustily away 
between her buttocks-somebody reached under her legs and began to tease her 
clitoris. 

It was more than she could take, and again she gagged with the surfeit of 
joy and spilled an even hotter gush of liquids over the fingers of the boy 
rubbing her clit. 

The pattern continued for the next twenty minutes or so. One prick after 
another engineering its way up her ass, fucking her savagely, bolting hot 
cum on top of the collected sperm already there, then pulling out with a 
slurp so that the next cock could take its place. 

And her clit was never left alone. A dozen different sets of fingers took up 
the lascivious work of pulling and toying with that distended muscle of 
lust. And each time the maddening vibrator combined with the prick balling 
her rear and the rubbing fingers on her clit, she would spasm all over 
again! 

Then they went to work on her mouth and tits. 

A boy lay on his back on either side of her and pulled her swollen tits in 
separate directions so that they could suck on them like calves. It drove 
her wild to feel two hot, strong mouths milking the itchy hotness of her 
firmly coned tits. And both young males seemed expert at it because they 
each circled the base of her tits with both their hands and gently squeezed 
away as they gluttonously tongued and sucked her nipples. 

She could only moan and purr with delight! 

The only orifice left to satisfy the lust of so many different males was her 
own mouth-a very willing and useful tool to satisfy the unflagging stiffness 
of teenaged pricks. 

They squatted and knelt in front of her, six or seven at least before it was 
over, and offered her the tasty feast of one bone-hard cock after another. 

She sucked them all, gobbling up the hotly spitting sperm from each horny 
tool until she thought her lungs would burst. 

It was a very long time before they were through with her ass, and even 
after the last cock had been satisfied somebody switched the vibrator from 
her pussy to her anus. The big cylinder of rubber oozed like a bedpost deep 
into her throbbing rectum and ticked her into one last gushering climax. 

Then they let her rest a bit. 

She was allowed to go to the John and wash her cunt and ass-hole with warm 
water. After she had done that, she looked at herself in the cracked, dim 
mirror above the lavatory and allowed a private grin to crawl up from the 
corners of her mouth. 

"They think they are using me," she breathed, huskily. "And if those 
oversexed, beautiful little apes out there could only know how I'm enjoying 
this, they'd keep humping my pussy for a week!" 

She went back to the party with her slit perky and refreshed, and quite 
ready for anything they could dream up! 

And what they had in mind was a grand finale that would have made the 
hormones dance in a whore twice her age. 

All twenty of them wanted to eat her pussy! 

The mere thought of having twenty lusty young tongues sucking and thrusting 
up her hairy twat made her flesh burn with excitement. 

"Think you can take that much cunt diving?" one of them demanded, smirking 
with his tongue half out of his mouth already. 

"Try me," she answered, flatly. 

It was the kind of challenge no healthy, half-drunk football team could let 
pass by! 

They used the big leather chair again, positioning her the same way as they 
had for the punchboard fucking game. One of the drunker young louts even 
insisted on smelling her pussy to make sure she had washed it properly. 

"I ain't eating any goddam ball-juice," he joked, then snuffed along the 
edges of her slack cunt with loud, hog-like grunts. His antics made the rest 
of them laugh uproarishly, and before he could rise from between her 
sprawled legs one of his pals pushed his face right into her snatch. 

"If it's clean, EAT IT!! " 

And so the first of her pussy admirers not only smelled her hole, but rammed 
his bestial tongue solidly up inside of it. She was glad he was drunk. Every 
ounce of shame had been drained from his mind, and he wallowed with his 
stout tongue up and down the sappy walls of her cunt, lapping and sucking 
until she was clenching her teeth to keep from screaming with joy. 

The drunk bastard finally had to be pulled off of her moist and twitching 
pussy, and even then he lunged back to give the fat lips between her legs 
several firm laps of his tongue. 

Then the second eager tongue filled her crack. 

This one she really liked. He was by far the best looking boy in the place, 
the kind of handsome, innocent face that might be on a Boy Scout poster. But 
his cunt-eating technique might have been better than a devil with horns. He 
began by using his fingertips to pull her tender pussy wide apart, then he 
sawed his sharp-pointed tongue deep into the hotness of her, wriggling just 
the tip until she was jerking with unbearable ecstasy. 

She finally reached both her hands down and held on to the sides of the 
handsome face eating her, allowing him to trawl his lustful tongue in and 
out of her only at her pleasure. But her pleasure was often, and in the end 
she let him go and slowly rose to the peak of an orgasm as his whole mouth 
covered her cunt and he tongue-fucked her like mad. 

She spasmed hard for the cute young thing feasting between her thighs, and 
loved him for hotly licking up her expended juices and cleaning the puffed 
lips of her sex with the flat of his tongue. 

And then another took his favored place between her legs, and she found 
herself growing hot all over again with the bewitching novelty of a thicker, 
quicker tongue. This one ate her with all the finesse of a sow with his 
snout in a trough of mush. But the grunting and slurping turned on her 
lustier nature, and she widened her legs for him and let him suck her right 
into another deep-vaginal climax. 

The fourth tongue followed his, then the fifth. Then another, and another. 
And another one after that. 

Her whole pussy seemed one big churn, and just when she thought she would 
never be able to spasm again some wild and boyish vigor would transmit 
itself through a stabbing few inches of tongue-and she would moan with 
helpless passion and pour a milky tribute down his throat. 

In the end they had all sucked her. Every tongue in the room had wormed it 
wet way up her insatiable hole. But the best of the evening had come when 
Tom and another black boy had eaten her snatch together. 

It was the final show of the evening. Two black, grinning faces pushed 
together at the fount of her pleasure, both long pink tongues roiling like 
baby pythons into the pliant softness of her seasoned pussy-lapping and 
mouth-fucking her until she gave a thin shriek of demented joy and rocketed 
off into one last delicious surrender of juices. 

On the way back home, Tom and Jack sat in the front seat of the car. They 
were fucked out, contented, silent. 

Miss Harble and Willy occupied the back seat. Willy counted the stack of 
five-dollar bills, and whistled happily under his breath. 

"Man, would you believe a hundred bucks we made!" 

But it wasn't of money that Miss Harble was thinking. It was the fact that 
of all the boys at the orgy that evening, only Willy had not fucked her or 
rammed his cock up her ass, or sucked her tit, or put his grinning mouth up 
to her cunt. 

But she would remedy that, she promised herself, when they got home. 

Even if she had to rape the cute little fucker! 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The letter Miss Harble had dreaded so much had come the week before-the 
letter from her sister, Ann, telling her that she was settled and engaged 
again. And that she would be coming soon to take Willy off her hands. 

And today was the day. 

Miss Harble was not prepared to give up Willy. Since that night of the orgy 
with the high school football team, she had learned something very 
significant about her feeling for her teenaged nephew. And that was the fact 
that she had fallen desperately, deeply, madly in love with him! 

Looking back on it, she realized that if Willy had joined in the general fun 
of using her body that night she might not have developed such a perverse 
craving for him. But the fact that he had stood off on the sidelines, 
resisting her, ignoring her, almost mocking her-all that had turned on that 
kinky switch in the female makeup that demands the complete attention of any 
male she desires. 

She had ended up that evening lusting after Willy's lean, boyish body with a 
prurient need that drove spikes of frustration through her cunt. 

And she had had him, too-but not on her terms. Willy had seen to it that she 
paid the full price for trying to play God with him. 

After they got home that night, she begged Willy to fuck her. She insisted 
that despite the round-robin of sex she had just been through with twenty 
horny boys, she wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless he gave her the 
summarizing, goodnight balling her pussy needed. 

And he had told her very politely to go to hell. 

She found herself ranting and raving, begging and pleading, promising the 
moon to this fifteen-year-old whoremaster who had succeeded in capturing her 
imagination and some sick part of her mind that demanded incest above 
everything else. 

It was one thing to love being fucked by boys who were strangers to her-but 
to have her own sister's flesh-and-blood pounding his evil, immoral young 
prick deep inside her sucking cunt was the kind of forbidden pleasure that 
made all other joy pale by comparison. 

And finally, Willy had agreed that he would take up where they had left 
off-as paramour, as her make-believe teenaged lover, as the only hot stud 
who could satisfy her. 

But the price she would have to pay for his pleasure came once more in two 
parts. 

The first part was money. She would have to pay him a fat allowance to make 
love to her-and if she agreed to that, he promised to keep her smoking pussy 
more than satisfied. 

And the second part of the lewd bargain was that she do with him any damn 
thing he demanded. His youthful mind was ripe with sexual ideas, full of 
perverted quirks he had read about in dirty books and seen in the 
pornographic magazines, rank with rabbity desire to try everything in the 
book with a female who just couldn't say no to him. 

And she willingly agreed to both of his obscene proposals! 

That very night, after the orgy, she had tasted the first of her nephew's 
gross demands on her talent. 

He made her tongue his ass-hole for twenty minutes by the clock, and when 
his warmed anus was wet and pink, he forced her to move to his balls and 
love them with the flat of her tongue until they were firm and hot. Then he 
lay on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling hard as stone, and coached 
her how to make him cum his sizzling load simply by slowly but boldly 
licking on his whole prick with nothing but the tip of her tongue. 

She remembered well how long it took to bring off his balls with that 
technique, but she loved it as much as he did. And when his sperm at last 
bolted like lava from the slit in the head of his penis, she caught the full 
force of it in her eyes and nostrils-the steaming odor of white-hot spunk 
that rolled down over her lips and tasted like blue-ribbon honey on her 
tongue! 

After that, he fucked her until she reached a deep-throbbing climax, then 
slept with her the rest of the night. 

From that night until the day the letter from her sister came, they had 
lived in an erotic night dream of joy. She simply could not rid herself of 
the insatiable need to possess Willy, and even when Tom or Jack dropped in 
for a workout with her it was always Willy she was left with-to have and to 
hold, to fuck and to eat. 

And now her damned sister, and the end of it all. 

The night before her sister's arrival, she and Willy went almost beyond the 
limits of sexual exploration. As if to give her something she would always 
remember, Willy borrowed a French tickler from one of his friends-and, with 
it lodged like a fat napkin ring around the crown of his cock, he fucked her 
sucking pussy off and on for two solid hours. She spasmed over and over, 
horny as a sewer rat, all the while licking Willy's smooth young chest, 
suckling his hard male nipples, thrusting her wet tongue deep down his 
throat. 

Then, the next morning, both she and Willy dressed in their best and sat 
waiting on the living room sofa until sister Ann rang the doorbell. 

Only moments before her sister arrived, Miss Harble was kissing Willy hard 
on the mouth-sucking out that warm honey of his saliva, toying and playing 
her tongue against his, making her twat turn greasy and hot under her 
panties, and causing Willy to get one of the largest hard-ons ever. 

Even as the doorbell chimed, the front of Willy's Sunday pants were tented 
up with the force of his violently aroused young cock. 

"Jesus," Willy whispered, pushing her puckered lips away from his mouth with 
a soft, slurping noise, "I can't let Mom and that bastard new husband of 
hers see me like this. Tell her I had to go to the John. I'll come back when 
my fucking peter gets soft!" 

Before Miss Harble could make him promise that he would try to visit her 
again very soon, he was trotting off down the hall, holding the bulge of his 
crotch with one hand. 

Then she opened the door. 

Her sister Ann was alone, standing there in hat and gloves and a large, 
fresh corsage pinned to her bosom. 

"Hello, Ann," Miss Harble managed, giving her younger sister a pious hug. 

Ann stepped back and stared at the flushed, healthy-looking cheeks of her 
older sister-at the new style of hairdo, the trim-fitting dress, the 
fashionable shoes. 

"Really, Mary," Ann breathed, appreciatively. "What on earth has happened to 
you? You look ten years younger!" 

Miss Harble managed a smile. "I guess having Willy around has made me think 
young." 

Ann nodded. "Well, I must say you two must get along very well together. 
Willy never did anything but give me gray hairs. Where is the little 
darling?" 

"He-uh-had to use the bathroom right before you got here. You know boys. 
Have a seat, Ann, and tell me about this new prospective husband of 
yours-and where is he?" 

Ann smiled as she took a seat. She fumbled a cigarette out of her purse and 
absently offered Miss Harble one. 

"Oh, I forgot," Ann shrugged, "you don't smoke. My older sister has no 
vices." 

"About your boyfriend, Ann." 

"You mean Harry? He's waiting down at the airport. I took a taxi out." 

Miss Harble raised an indifferent eyebrow. "But why didn't you bring him out 
here?" 

Ann smiled and lit her cigarette. "I thought it would be better if I saw 
Willy first, and got him prepared for his new father-to-be. You know how 
unstable teenaged boys can be. I didn't want him to have a traumatic 
experience, or anything. Harry thought it would be best, too. Did I tell you 
in the letter that Harry is quite, quite wealthy?" 

"That will be nice for Willy." 

"Oh, Harry wants, to give him everything he wants. He very much wants a son, 
and he-" 

At that moment Willy came back down the hall. His hard-on was gone-making 
Miss Harble wonder if he hadn't jacked-off in the John. 

And it pained her to think of all that marvelous healthy sperm of his going 
to waste. 

"Darling--! " Ann effused, rising to hug her son in an almost mock display 
of emotion. "You look all grown up! Has Aunt Mary been taking good care of 
you?" 

The next few minutes were spent in the usual inane pleasantries, but when 
Ann suggested it was time to go meet Harry, her son had a surprise for her. 

"I want you to bring him out here, mom," Willy insisted. 

"But Willy-I came out in a taxi. It would take an hour for me to go back, 
and for me and Harry-" 

"I won't go unless you let Aunt Mary meet him." 

Miss Harble said nothing, but her heart was beating hard. She knew what 
Willy was up to! 

"I'll stay here with Aunt Mary," Willy announced. "You bring your 
husband-to-be back out here, and then I'll go with you if Aunt Mary says 
she-likes Harry." 

"Well, of all the-" 

But Ann broke off. She knew better than to cross Willy so early in the game. 
And it was very important to her, it seemed, that her son get off on the 
right foot with the man she loved. 

"All right, Willy. If that's the way you want it." 

"That's the way I want it." 

The second Ann was out the door, both Willy and Miss Harble collapsed with 
naughty laughter. 

"I knew I couldn't go off and leave you hot and bothered," Willy explained, 
reaching out to cup one of her soft and willing tits. "I thought you needed 
one last farewell fuck!" 

"And I thought you'd jacked-off in the John," she responded. 

With a triumphant smile he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his 
knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, and the bulge inside of it proved to Miss 
Harble that his cock had been savagely aroused even while in the presence of 
his mother! 

"You wicked boy," she grinned, moving the tips of her fingers over the 
promising lump between his legs. "You went down to your room and put on that 
thing." 

"Just an old athletic supporter," he joked, huskily. "Wanta take it off for 
me?" 

Her hands trembled with excitement as she worked the straps down over his 
hips and firm young buttocks. When she pulled the supporter from his prick, 
it sprang forward as hard as a stone. 

She couldn't resist the sight of his boldly erect penis, and before he could 
stop her she ovaled her lips over the head of it and sucked it lovingly 
against the roof of her mouth. 

He stood in place, letting her tongue his coltish rod until it was fully 
stiffened, and then he pulled it wetly from between her lips. 

"Let's fuck," he whispered. "We've got almost an hour-and I want to make you 
remember my hard dick until we get a chance to screw again." 

She truly hoped that was soon! 

So, with her sister hardly out of the apartment, Miss Harble stripped down 
her panties and lay back on the living room sofa. Her pussy was on fire to 
be fucked, and she opened her legs as wide as the gates of hell-inviting 
Willy to take her cunt with as much lusty power as he could manage. 

He moved between her ripe thighs with his teenaged prick sticking out in 
rigid, horizontal readiness. He moved just the head of it over her budding 
cuntal lips, forcing them to stretch wider by the sheer intensity of her 
sluttish desire for him. 

"Put it in," she hissed, her cheeks flushed, "I want it up to your balls. 
Fuck me, Willy! FUCK ME HARD!! " 

He sawed his cock into the fatty heat of her cunt, pumped at her with 
shameless grunts, then rode every inch of his meat deep into her hole. 

Her pussy sucked him in to the hairs, throbbing lewdly as she felt how large 
and long his penis had grown in the few short weeks since he first violated 
her. 

With a moan of pleasure, she reached both her hands down under his buttocks 
and found his firm, lusty balls. She toyed and squeezed them, making him so 
horny that his tongue slid out of the corner of his lips". 

"You're the best goddam fuck in the world, Aunt Mary," he whispered, 
amorously. "And I'll bet when I'm twenty years old, I'll still be trying to 
get my hard cock into your beautiful soft cunt." 

She gave him a sultry grin, and lightly ran her fingers over the surfaces of 
his slightly oversized balls. 

"You won't have to try very hard, Willy," she promised. "When I'm old and 
gray, you'll still be a young stud-and you can fuck your eager Aunt Mary any 
time that marvelous big prick of yours gets hard." 

Her words worked like a sex-drug on him, and with a groan of lust he began 
to ball her dewy pussy with all the power of his boyish butt. 

She. lay back into the pillows on the sofa, her legs lifted and spread, her 
wanton cunt squeezing the length of his moving cock each time he thrust it 
forward. And as he fucked, she worked open the buttons of her dress and 
pulled out her swelling tits. They plopped forward like the dugs of a cow, 
the nipples pink and hard. 

As he pumped her sleekly cushioned cunt, he leaned forward and sucked hard 
on one nipple after the other. 

He was trying to please her, she realized trying to make up for what he 
considered his trashy behavior toward her. And in appreciation, her pussy 
began to froth and twitch. 

"Cum all you want, Aunt Mary," he breathed, taking his lusting mouth briefly 
off one quivering tit, "I just wanta satisfy you before I go. Just cum and 
cum AND CUM!" 

Even before he had finished begging her, her lecherous twat tightened around 
the root of his ramming prick and she spasmed with such force that his balls 
quivered. 

"Yeah," he grinned, feeling her juices wetting the tuft of pubic hair around 
his cock, "I love making you shoot off! Do it again! 

He fucked her steadily until her cunt surrender still another oily tribute 
to his talent. 

He kept screwing. 

She went off again. And again. 

He was still boldly fucking her when they came together, his savage spurts 
of teenaged sperm mixing hotly with her own thinner fluids. 

And even when it was over, he kept his prick buried to the nuts between the 
satisfied, slack lips of her wine-colored hole. 

He sucked her tits a loving goodbye, then Frenched her mouth with his tongue 
until her head was spinning. 

Only at the very last minute possible did he pull his healthy young penis 
from out of her doughty slit, and even then it came out swollen and veined. 

She insisted on cleaning his cock with her tongue, and the final sight of it 
being slipped back under the jockstrap made her feel suddenly alone and 
lost. 

"Don't worry," he promised, manfully, "I'll see to it that you come to visit 
us, no matter where you are. And I want you to know that I'll always have it 
hard for you. What I've got between my legs is yours to fuck and suck any 
time you want it." 

She didn't have to ask if he was being sincere. 

A promise like that from a fifteen-year-old boy is the most honest promise 
in the world! 

When Ann and Harry came back to the apartment, they found Miss Harble and 
Willy sitting very demurely in place-and after a few more boring minutes of 
conversation, they left. 

She watched her Willy go with a sad, almost romantic heart. 

But she couldn't regret what he had given her-or what doors he had 
unknowingly opened for her. 

She still had her telephone, and at the end of it both Pete Foster and his 
eager young brother. 

And then, there was Jack and Tom and the whole high school football team if 
she wanted them. 

To say nothing of the whole dark city out there beyond her apartment door, 
and all those nice boys who needed her. 

Who really needed her! 


THE END 
