Hot Times With Mom
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his 
soul-some hidden secret, some hidden desire, a whim that may never surface 
to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or 
sinister, or it may be trivial and trite. 

In a modern society, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the 
complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes these dark passions do 
surface, either with the individual's consent or without it. 

HOT TIMES WITH MOM is a dramatic representation of a woman who dares to let 
her most base desires and passions come to the fore. She finds it impossible 
to continue to keep her fantasies under control, and she plays them out to 
the fullest. And meanwhile, her day-to-day routine continues. But the 
nagging doubts increase with her growing depravity, and the woman begins to 
wonder if she is willing or able to face the consequences of her actions. 
Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to "let 
it all hang out." 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Amanda Foster wasn't a bad woman. She had never thought of herself as being 
particularly wicked. She was a normal, thirty-six-year-old blonde with two 
children who was trying to survive on a small pension from her late 
husband's business as well as some insurance money. Amanda was blessed, she 
felt, with a wonderful son and daughter. She had so much. Why, then, was she 
greedy for more? Why was she standing at the kitchen sink now, her thighs 
pressed against the sink, watching the young man from the nearby college 
raking the leaves of her small back yard? 

Her cunt burned. She couldn't deny the hot, wet feeling making her pussy 
walls slick, buckling in against one another from her rising heat. She 
rolled her thighs up against the front of the sink, sucking in her bottom 
lip and biting down as she felt her nipples grow stiff and hard. 

She could feel a drop of her juice trickling through the blonde cuntal 
thicket slowly, driving her mad as she curled her fingers against the 
formica top and drilled her nails into the smooth white surface. He was 
leaning against the tree now, his tanned body driving her half mad with 
desire. Why did he have to take his shirt off? It wasn't that warm out 
there, although he had been working terribly hard. 

She could feel the chilly heat from her cunt radiate out through her belly, 
out to her skin, making her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Her thighs 
ridged with excitement, alternately burning and chilling while her asscheeks 
tensed against one another like two clenched fists. 

"Oh, God!" 

Amanda closed her eyes for a moment, trying to drive that burning itch away 
from her. It was impossible. She would die from this, she knew it. The 
pulsing between her legs was too strong, drawing all the strength and will 
from her. 

Amanda heard the rake fall against the back patio. Opening her eyes, she saw 
the young man pulling his red flannel shirt on, loosely buttoning it at the 
bottom. He was walking toward the kitchen door. Amanda could see he had 
finished with his chores. Dear God in heaven, he would be here, in the 
house, talking with her as he had earlier this afternoon. She panicked, her 
eyes darting around as if they could find something to protect herself from 
herself. 

"Uh, Mrs. Foster, I'm through for the day. It's getting late, and I've got 
to be getting back to the dorm." 

Amanda tried to shake off the hot sheen that coated her pussy, walking to 
the counter and opening her black leather purse. 

"Thanks. This really helps. It's pretty expensive over there," he said, 
pushing his fingers through his thick black hair and looking straight into 
her eyes. 

Amanda felt her knees knocking together and did all she could to act calm. 
She was feeling out of sync, woozy, as she turned and stared at the 
refrigerator. 

"You know, I don't even remember your name," she said with a little laugh, 
her cunt burning now with an itchy heat that surprised her. She curled her 
toes into her sandals, thrills of pleasure licking up and down her thighs. 
She thought of them as tongues and wondered how his tongue would feel 
licking up her long, white shivering thighs until it touched her pussy. 

"Mike. Mike Anderson. I'm studying political science, remember?" 

"Oh yes, of course, how stupid of me! I've got some things on my mind, I'm 
afraid. Would you like some lemonade? You look terribly warm." 

Amanda wasn't sure if he'd agreed or not. She moved like a robot to the 
refrigerator, pulling out the large heavy glass pitcher and pouring a glass. 
He took it from her, his large dark blue eyes burning into hers just for a 
fraction of a second. But in that fraction Amanda could feel her blood start 
to boil. Could he see it in her eyes? Could he tell she was aroused, her 
cunt was winking shut with heat while her body shivered with lust? Amanda 
tried to pour her own glass but found her hand shaking far too much. She 
stopped, putting the pitcher on the counter and doing her best to steady 
herself. "Here, lemme try." 

Mike was behind her, his hand touching hers as he raised the pitcher and 
tipped it, the yellow fluid trickling over the spout into a second glass. 

Amanda thought she would faint from her excitement. He was brushing up 
against her now. She could feel that powerful body against hers, his knees 
brushing up against the backs of her legs. She fantasized just for a second 
of how he would take her in his arms, holding her, then fucking her. 
Fucking! The thought flashed across her mind like summer lightning. It had 
been so long since a man had fucked her! She thought about it and nearly 
fell to the floor, easing the pitcher back down to the counter and turning 
around. 

"Thank you. I'm a little out of sorts today. But things should be better. My 
son Brian's going to be home shortly. And his sister. My, I'm going to have 
to start dinner in a while...." 

Mike was staring at her, his glass to his lips, his eyes sparkling with 
mischief and something else. Amanda dropped her eyes, feeling her nipples 
poking up through her halter. She knew he could see the nubs stretching the 
white cotton material. 

Amanda wanted to hide, to throw her arms across her tits and cover them 
protectively. But something kept her riveted to the spot. Her cunt ached to 
be touched, the fat, swollen lips folding over one another while juice 
seeped from her fuzzy hole and wet the front of her panties. 

"You know, you sure don't look like you've got a son and daughter, Mrs. 
Foster. You're a very pretty lady, do you know that?" 

Amanda burned under the compliment. Amanda just stood there, feeling her 
cunt puckering up. She could feel the silken material of her panties quickly 
soak. She thought she could even smell herself now, smell the musky cuntal 
juice that seemed to flood from her body. She had to get rid of him. 

"I really should start dinner now. How much do I owe you for today?" 

Amanda had started to turn back to her purse, about to fish out her wallet 
when she saw Mike coming toward her. It was a simple move, w one she could 
have easily avoided. But instead she stood there, her fingers trembling 
against the leather straps of her purse. She felt his hands over her upper 
arms, his callused fingers pressing into her soft white flesh while he 
turned her around and tilted her chin back. Amanda's heart felt as if it 
were about to burst. She felt his fingers tightening around her shoulders, 
his hands drawing her to him while their bodies touched. 

"No, this isn't right. Please, Mike. We can still stop this," she pleaded, 
turning her head away from his. 

And then she could feel his hot lips kissing her throat, his breath pumping 
against her neck while his hands crawled up and down her arms. 

Amanda groaned, her head dropping back, her long blonde hair sweeping across 
her ass as she hunched up against his groin. In a moment his lips were on 
hers, his tongue searching along her mouth, then poking its way in while his 
hands traced the still boyish curves of her narrow hips. 

Amanda moaned into the spit-slicked kiss, fencing her tongue with his as she 
felt his fingers pressing into the soft resilient mounds of her ass. 

Amanda began humping up against him, her hands trailing down his chest, her 
fingertips feeling the hot tanned flesh while Mike traced his fingers along 
the leg bands of her shorts. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to touch her 
cunt, then stick his cock into her pussy and fuck her. Amanda's head spun 
around dizzyingly as she thought of it, feeling his hands touching her all 
over. 

Mike pulled away from her mouth, kissing her throat once more while she 
dropped her right hand to his crotch and felt something very hard, very hot 
throbbing against her fingertips. How good it was to feel a man's cock. How 
long it had been since she'd felt something that big, that thick before! For 
a second she thought it was going to tear right through his jeans. Oh yes, 
yes, she wanted that thing in her, stabbing into her pussy, rodding her! It 
had been so long! 

"Where's your bedroom?" 

His voice was low, throaty, self-assured, male! For a moment Amanda wasn't 
sure if she would be able to walk. With a weak smile, she looped one arm 
through his, leading the boy from the kitchen, down the small hall to an 
open door to the right. 

Mike closed and locked it, shrugging off his flannel shirt and starting to 
unfasten his jeans. Amanda stood by the shuttered window that let in 
filtered daylight, feeling as if she would die from lack of air. Her chest 
tightened as she watched his belt open, the top button of his Levi's push 
through the loop. 

"I thought about you all damned afternoon, about how you'd look all pretty 
and stretched out on a bed while I was licking your cunt. I'm gonna do that 
now, you know that? I like eating pussy. Best meat there is," he said, 
sauntering up to her and pushing his fingers through her long blonde hair. 

"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me." 

It was the only thing she could say. Amanda wanted him so badly, needed Mike 
the way she needed the air in her lungs. He unhooked the straps of her 
halter, letting the top come loose around her high-riding tits, then float 
down like a parachute to the floor. 

"Oh yeah, nice tits, nice big tits." 

Amanda closed her eyes, whistling through her nose as she felt his hands 
cupping the rounded bottoms of her tits and squeeze them. When he began 
strumming her nipples until they became red and turgid, the woman moaned, 
her teeth grinding against one another while her knees shivered until they 
threatened to buckle entirely. It was when he started licking them, his 
tongue lapping over the itchy, tense nubs that Amanda began to sob. It had 
been so long since someone had done this to her. She wanted it all, and she 
wanted it at once. Raising her hands, Amanda pushed her fingers through his 
thick black hair, her cunt so hot she thought it would catch her shorts on 
fire. 

And then he started nibbling on her nipples, his front teeth biting on the 
half-inch long rubbery nubs while his tongue flicked teasingly back and 
forth, back and forth. When he started biting down again, Amanda let out a 
sharp cry, her knees finally buckling. 

"Oh man, man you are ready, Mrs. Foster, really ready." 

She felt him pushing down her shorts and panties at the same time then 
shoving her back, back until she found herself tumbling down onto the bed. 
In a moment he was on her, his hands spreading her knees apart, his tongue 
licking down her thighs. 

She felt the surface of Mike's hot tongue barely graze one cuntlip. She 
gasped from the unbelievable tickle. Shoving her hands down, she caressed 
his face, feeling his tongue licking around her inner thighs while his 
fingers felt all around her asscheeks. He was teasing her, purposely keeping 
his tongue away from the hot, juicy crack for as long as he could while she 
got hotter and hotter. 

"No ... uhhhh ... oh no, lick me, eat me ... oh yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Mike went back to her cunt just as she'd begged, licking the surface over 
the jagged wet crack. Amanda's eyes widened, rolling back into her head as 
she jerked her knees up and drew them together against his body. The sudden, 
scalding pressure of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart 
nearly knocked her unconscious. Arching her spine, the woman wallowed her 
shoulder blades against the crushed pillow behind her as she opened her 
mouth and let out guttural, strangling sounds of delight. 

Mike slid his hands under her ass farther, rolling her ass back until her 
legs were scissorkicking in the air. Amanda could feel the weight of her 
body resting on her shoulders and upper back as he dropped his head back 
into her cunt and began feeding on her pussy. 

She loved that hot, wet licking sensation swarming all over her pussy. She 
could feel his moustache barely tickling her clit while his tongue stiffened 
and wriggled down into the tight, squiggly tissues of her cunt. Mike was 
growling like a dog between her legs. Amanda liked that. Her mouth was a 
tight scar, her eyes shut tight while the cords stuck out against her neck. 
His thumbs were stretched now to either side of her pussy while his fingers 
were tracing along her asshole. Amanda liked the daring of it, the young 
man's complete wildness as he had her spread out there on her bed. 

Then he was licking back into her ass-split, his tongue trailing over the 
crack until it touched her shitter. Amanda's eyes flicked open, rounding as 
his tongue started licking up and down over her asshole. At the same time 
Mike was pressing one hand over her swollen cuntal mound, rubbing her 
cuntlips together until more juice seeped out and slicked down his fucking 
fingers. 

"No, oh God, no, no ... uhhhhhhh!" It felt so devastating, so wonderful. It 
was as if Mike were all over her body at once, his tongue touching all the 
sensitive spots at the same time. Amanda rolled her hips up, digging her 
fingernails into his shoulders while hunching against his eating, sucking 
mouth. Finally he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. 
He had wriggled out of his jeans during the licking session. 

She could see his cock, long, thick, the head purple and at least two inches 
thick across the top. He was donkey-sized, she thought, dropping her head 
again against the pillow and thanking God that the first fuck she had had in 
five years would be from this stud. It made her mind spin around and around 
as she felt his fingers spreading her thighs farther apart. He was sliding 
up, pushing himself onto her body until his chest pillowed on her tits. 

Amanda turned her head, wanting to suck in a deep breath. She could feel his 
cock now rubbing over her cuntal crack. The fat head was just above the 
sensitive bud shrinking back from direct touch. His hands were holding her 
back as he tried kissing her. 

Amanda could smell herself on his cheeks as his lips caught hers, his tongue 
driving down into her throat. She was open for him now, her legs spread out, 
her knees raised while her cuntlips unstuck and peeled back flatly. In one 
mad moment she could feel that fat head picking up the slickness of her 
pussy and poling in. 

Amanda thought she would come unglued. Arching her spine once more, she dug 
the back of her head into the pillow while jerking her knees together and 
hugging her lover's body with the insides of her thighs. He drew back a 
little, then pushed in deep, his cock spreading apart the hot, wet itchy 
walls of her cunt, forcing them into a broad tunnel while his hands held her 
down. 

Amanda loved it, her mouth letting out filthy words she thought she had 
forgotten while she felt her belly swelling up with cockmeat. It was so 
deliciously odd having something that fat and long back in her body again, 
its heat adding to her own. She rolled her head from side to side, long 
strands of blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks while a string of 
drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She brought her knees down only to 
jerk them back up again, her ass prancing madly up in the air. 

She knew she was trapped, pinned, fucked by a massive prick. She thrashed 
her ass around a little, feeling her cunt clamping down on the rodding cock 
for a second. Mike looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers while he 
reached between their bellies and stroked her pussy. Having her cunt touched 
like that while he was fucking her was too much. Amanda let out a cry, 
feeling her pussy relax and let more of his prick in. 

"Man, you're hot and wet and fine, just like a woman should be!" 

"Really? Oh God, fuck me, fuck me good!" 

Her shivering flesh tightened around her cunt while Mike started picking up 
his fucking rhythm. He ground his hipbones against hers, stirring his cock 
around inside her cunt while his fingers crawled up to her tits and started 
pinching her nipples. Her cuntlips were red and hot while her cut seemed to 
burn like a tiny red jewel. Again and again Mike fucked her, his forward 
fuck-thrusts making her body shiver against the rocking bed under her. 

In a moment the two of them were moving so fast a layer of sweat covered 
both of them. She was going to cum. Amanda could feel that, feel the 
swelling mountain in her belly, feel the pressure in her cunt as that itch 
turned into a throbbing ache, and then into something much grander, much 
more intense. 

Throwing her head back, Amanda stretched her arms up into the air, crying 
out, her legs tightening around Mike's lower thighs. He fucked down, then 
pulled up, raising her ass from the bed for a second. 

"Cummmmmmm!" 

A firestorm raced up and down her thighs, exploding through her pussy, then 
encompassing her entire body as she came and came and came. Mike was 
growling, his body shivering and jerking atop hers. Amanda knew he was 
firing his thick load of white jizz into her cunt. Amanda felt alive again, 
reborn as she took the last of his cum and lay shivering and twitching on 
her bed. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Aw, c'mon Patty, I don't know what you're saving it for. Most of the girls 
do it. This is the eighties!" 

Patty Foster -eyed Bobby Jackson warily, shrinking away from his touch a 
second time. They had been fooling around in the school pool even after the 
others had drifted away. Now they were alone outside, not even Coach Rouselo 
around to stop them from doing what they wanted. 

Patty hitched her top back up, covering her full tits and wriggling her pert 
little ass over the wet concrete. Bobby had been doing things to her, things 
that made her unplowed cunt hot as a blowtorch. She had dated Bobby before 
and had put up with his kissing and feeling around in a car. But in a car he 
couldn't do much. She was always able to turn the handle and slip her ass 
off the seat before he had managed to put his hand under her dress and feel 
her pussy, just like he'd threatened he would. 

But here was different. She wasn't wearing very much-just a yellow bikini 
whose bottom barely covered her virgin pussy. Now, stretched back across the 
front of the pool, Patty realized anybody could see the shape of her swollen 
cuntlips through her snugged-back bikini bottoms. She squirmed forward, 
trying to loosen the material snaking up into her hot little crack. It felt 
shockingly good, but Patty didn't want to show Bobby that. He was ready to 
jump on her right here. God help them if the coach or anybody else were to 
come in and find Bobby trying to tear off her bathing suit. 

It felt so itchy down there between her shivering legs. Bobby had known just 
how to kiss her, just how to touch her. But when he had managed to pull her 
halter nearly all the way off Patty panicked, moving away from him. Right 
now she wasn't all that sure she wanted him around. 

"Maybe some girls do it," she sniffed, turning away and making a face. "But 
I'm not every girl. Go with Susan Farley if you want somebody who's fast." 

Susan Farley was the class tramp, bragging all the time about the way she 
fucked. She once said she let her cousin eat her out three timesthree times, 
and her own cousin. 

"Aw, c'mon, Patty. Nobody's gonna say anything." 

He was smoothing the backs of his fingers over her thighs, drawing close to 
her again. Patty would have liked to have trusted Bobby. They'd been friends 
ever since pre-school, laughing and talking all the time. It was just lately 
he'd changed, dogging her as if she were some piece of meat. It was kind of 
scary and kind of flattering at the same time. Maybe she should talk to 
Susan. She didn't particularly like the girl. But at least she knew the 
score about guys and girls. 

"It's getting late. I've got to be going home. My mom's gonna be worried," 
she said, starting to get up. Bobby held her back. 

"You know, there's nobody in the massage room near the guy's gym. Come on. 
We can make out there," Bobby said, scrambling to his feet. 

Patty looked up, finding herself eye-to-prick with his cock sticking 
straight out against his white bathing suit. She drew back, almost laughing 
and yet at the same time feeling a lump in her throat. She got to her feet, 
picking up her blue towel from the floor and starting to walk away from him. 
Patty hesitated, feeling doubt cross her mind. What would it hurt to make 
out a little bit? She might even let him touch her down there. She was 
feeling daring, about to go off some deep end. Sex education class could 
only go so far. She wanted to go farther right now. 

Bobby grinned, slipping on the wet tiles, taking her by the fingers and 
leading her past the dressing rooms to the inner sanctum of the gym. It was 
so dark and quiet. Patty looked around, feeling her heart beating so fast 
and hard she thought she would die. 

"Are you sure nobody's around?" she whispered, her flesh crawling around her 
pussy and tits. 

"Naw. C'mon. Over here." 

They were in a smaller room now. It had been left open, just the way Bobby 
said it was. There were two tables in it, both of them kind of high and 
draped with long white sheets. Patty laid her towel carefully down over the 
back of one chair as Bobby closed and locked the door. It was so dark. She 
breathed soft and low, unsure of what to do, unsure of what Bobby would do. 

They both looked at one another for what seemed like a second. Bobby seemed 
so slow. And then he touched her waist, bringing her up against him. Patty 
tilted her face up, parted her lips slightly and remembered to lick them a 
second before his mouth came down. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" 

It was good feeling him against her. Her pussy burned like a bonfire, the 
silken material of her swimsuit rubbing back and forth against her clit, 
stimulating it until the rounded tip was red and glowing. Patty found 
herself standing on her tiptoes, leaning against Bobby while her fingers 
smoothed over his broad shoulders. He was fumbling with the top of her 
bikini again, still trying to get it off. 

Patty curved her body against his chest and belly. Her thigh was hot where 
his crotch was. She could feel the stiff swelling of his cock pushing out 
from his bathing suit. A hot flash burned through her skin. She left her hip 
there and cinched her thin arms around his neck. He was searching her lips 
shyly with the tip of his tongue. 

"Ohhh, wow, Patty. You're the most. I mean it." 

She felt her palms burning where she held them flat against his back. When 
he kissed her again, she let him have her mouth, opening it farther than she 
ever had before. The daring of it, the touch of his tongue as it searched 
deeper caused a ripple of feverish tingles to course over her skin. Just 
when he was pulling her tight against him, she teased her mouth away. 

"Don't ... we're going too far too fast," she panted, pushing the flat of 
her palm against his chest. 

"It's good, isn't it?" he gasped. 

"Yes, but ... but, I don't know. Don't make me do this, Bobby. Maybe we 
should quit." 

"Quit? Are you kidding?" 

"Then, you've got to want something, right?" 

Why was she saying these terrible things? Where were these words coming 
from? The small room seemed to close in on them as they swayed together, 
their bodies rubbing against one another. She wasn't struggling that much 
against his fingers now as they reached for her halter and started tugging 
it down. She felt the pull of the material, felt the soft silk rubbing up 
against her pink stiff nubs. 

This time Patty did nothing to stop him. She groaned into his mouth, rubbing 
her thighs against his while her feet slipped against his. With another cry 
of delight, she felt the top slide down, puddling around her ankles. He 
gingerly touched her tits, molding them, kneading them, rubbing them against 
one another while diving down into her mouth and battling with her tongue. 

Patty had never felt anything like this before. The sensation was 
overwhelming. Sparks seemed to fly from the hard little nubs, making her 
cunt shut, relax, then snap closed once more. She kept thinking about his 
prick, that cock rubbing up and down against the front of her bottoms. That 
fired up her little cunt, making her clit twitch and pulse. She could hardly 
breathe thinking about what it all meant. 

Just as she thought about bolting from the small room and picking up her 
remaining respectability, Bobby covered her mouth with his again, their lips 
squirming slickly together. He was touching her ass, gently kneading each 
plump asscheek. Even through the covering of nylon, it felt awfully good. 
She rocked her hips, feeling his cock gouging into the softness of her lower 
belly. Some of her former fear was evaporating under the rising heat of her 
pussy. 

"Ooooooooooh!" 

She didn't care if the coach or anybody else heard her right now. Her body 
was on fire, twisting and rubbing up against Bobby's. She could feel his 
cockhead gouging up against the damp front of her bikini bottoms while her 
feet slipped over the carpeted floor. This was good, way better than 
anything she could have possibly imagined. 

Hunching up against him, she felt him pushing her back in the half-dark room 
until she felt her ass flatten up against the table. He bent her back, 
pushing her up onto the table. When she tried to squirm off in a moment of 
panic, Patty felt his tongue raking over her nipples again, his mouth 
closing in on the nubs and sucking while his fingers fanned out against her 
heaving belly. He took one tit in his mouth while squeezing the other, 
rubbing the stiff nipple against his stubbly cheek. 

It was more than the teen could stand. Letting out a gaspy sigh, she fell 
backward, her fingers grasping for the stud hovering over her. She loved it, 
loved it all. God in heaven, it was too good for her, she thought, feeling 
his hipbones bumping up against hers. 

She felt her legs swing around until they lay prone while her ass flattened 
against the table. He was on top of her, his knees spreading her legs apart 
while his hands still kneaded her tits. Patty liked it. She especially liked 
it when he turned her tits around and rubbed her nipples against one 
another. She thought she would pee in her panties when he did that. 

Squirming on the table, hunching up, the young blonde teen felt herself 
coming apart as Bobby's greedy hot hands crawled up her inner thighs and 
began squeezing them. When she felt his fingers bunching up the silken 
material of her bikini bottoms, Patty stopped him, curling her slender 
fingers around his wrist and pulling away from that awful, wonderful 
tonguing kiss. 

"No, leave my bottoms alone, Bobby. I don't want you ... don't want you 
touching them." 

She was surprised how her voice carried some authority. He shrugged, moving 
his hand away for the moment. There was some more movement. Then she felt 
something awfully hot and hard up against her right inner thigh. Patty 
stiffened. Bobby had slipped his trunks off while they were wrestling around 
on the table and now was naked against her. 

Terrified, the young teen was afraid to move. He might do something. She 
thought about how strong he was. She could feel his hard muscles even now 
working up against her slim body. He could hold her down easily, cover her 
mouth and rape her without her being able to do one thing. 

The thought excited and horrified her at the same time. Patty was about to 
say something when she felt his hands cupping her head gently, his tongue 
licking her chin. No, he wasn't that kind of rapist, that kind of guy. He 
thought enough about her to keep himself from going nuts. She sighed, 
grateful for his consideration as he continued gouging his cock up against 
her cunt. 

"Uhhhh, oh, Bobby ... oooooooh!" 

Her voice was so low and throaty. It excited even her. Lord only knows what 
it was doing to Bobby who kept on moaning into her ear. She loved it when he 
licked his tongue into the waxy canal. She shivered, working her hips from 
side to side, shifting them against the table and feeling the sexy rub of 
his thick hot cock against the wet front of her bikini bottoms. Bobby was 
trying to pull them off again. 

Saying nothing, Patty shoved her ass down hard against the table while 
bringing her hands between their bellies. She had to feel that cock. She had 
to curl her fingers around that thick hot prick and pump it. She had heard 
some of the girls talking about how much fun doing something like that was, 
how the guys went crazy when you touched it. 

Sucking in a deep breath, Patty began searching, pushing her fingers in 
until she could feel that hot hard cock rubbing against her finger tips. She 
had never thought Bobby had something that long, that big. It had to be at 
least eight, maybe nine inches. And it was like hot steel to the touch. He 
moaned a little when she trailed her fingertips along the edge, feeling the 
pulsing blue veins. Her cuntal walls buckled from sexual heat while the 
sensitive places between her toes tingled. She worked her ass around in 
tight little circles again. 

"Oh yeah, you touch it real nice, real nice," Bobby whispered in her ear, 
sliding his fingers under her elastic leg bands again and touching her 
pussy. 

It seemed freaky to feel a guy's hand down there, petting her swollen 
cuntlips, pushing the hot, spongy flesh back and forth. But still she didn't 
have to worry about his stabbing her with his cock. 

When he started poking her clit, rubbing it gently while dipping another 
finger into her cunt, Patty thought she was going to die. Her knees jerked 
up, hugging his thighs while she petted his feet with her toes. When she 
started hunching like crazy again, Bobby pulled back, nibbling on her 
nipples until she thought she was going to scream. It was especially good 
when he caught her nipples in his front teeth, lifting her tits up from her 
heaving chest. 

Then she reached down and greedily milked his cock with her fingers. She 
felt it throbbing and jerking around in her hand like a tiny frightened 
animal, something very warm and wet trickling through her fingers. Guys had 
juice just like girls. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" 

He rubbed his cock against her cunt again, this time trying to slip it under 
her leg band. She wasn't thinking of what she was doing right now. Her hand 
seemed to know just what to do as she reached back and fondled his balls, 
feeling the shape of them through the wrinkly skin of his sac. When she 
squeezed them gently, she could hear Bobby's breath catch. He stopped dry 
fucking her, his body trembling while his knees braced against hers and 
tried to open her up. 

Patty tried to be cool, sophisticated. But when she felt his fingers 
grabbing at the underside of her cuntal mound, she panicked, sucking in a 
deep breath and digging her chin into his shoulder. He was heavier than she 
was, forcing her against the table while his weight was keeping her open to 
him. 

She knew he wanted to get her bottoms off. She knew he wanted to fuck her. 
It was the old drive of a cock wanting to get into a cunt. He was humping 
her hard now, his hands holding her almost painfully while his ass pumped up 
and down frantically. He was trying to penetrate her. 

"No, don't...." 

He slowed, smoothing his hands down the sides of her body. His cock had 
slipped lower, under her cuntal mound. She had soaked her crotch with hot 
juice. As he pumped his cock against the cloth-covered crack, she could tell 
where the crown of his prick was. Patty closed her eyes, sucking in her 
bottom Up and rolling her ass from side to side to increase the friction of 
her cuntlips against Bobby's cock. Her flooding membranes were soaking him 
with a slickness too. She knew it was exciting him. Patty rolled her head to 
one side, sucking in more air, feeling her mind reeling around. She felt so 
slick and swimmy down there. She let Bobby shove her thighs apart. And now 
she couldn't be sure what had happened to her bottoms. They were still on, 
she knew, but her cunt had gotten slick and hot. The rubbing of Bobby's 
cockhead seemed so real. "Bobby...." 

Patty froze. She touched his cock and balls, then finally found the steamy 
place where her cuntlips had been mashed to the side. Her crotchband had 
been twisted to one side too, stretched into the hollow between her thigh 
and one plump cuntlip. 

Bobby's cockhead was really touching her cunt. The slick tip was sliding up 
and down over her pussy. Wild with fear, Patty tried sliding the fabric back 
over her cunt, but the slick material eluded her grasp. Bobby's cock gouged 
steadily at her. 

"Bobby, you've got to stop now. Listen to me!" 

He couldn't stop. She whimpered when he caught her face, smothering her 
words with a kiss. Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as he bore 
down, fucking his hips against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to 
change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Patty beat at his back with 
her small fists. Oh, God, he was going to fuck her, going to tear through 
her cherry! Patty went wild. Screaming, beating at him, she also felt the 
building tension, the mounting thrill that invaded every cell of her 
twisting body. The fever of the insatiable itching pleasure was becoming 
something far more intense, more concentrated. Patty knew what it was and 
thirsted after it even when she was terrified of the consequences. 

"Oh God, Patty...." 

She could hear him moaning. Then there was the rush of something very hot 
and sticky and wet gushing over her cunt, over her thighs. He was cumming, 
his cock spitting out gouts of his white cum and slicking down her flesh 
with it. The girl screamed, her world exploding into bright yellows and 
whites as a powerful white-hot sensation throbbed through her cunt. She felt 
herself melting into Bobby. At the same time she could feel her cuntlips 
being smeared with his hot steaming jizz. He was still frantically trying to 
get inside her. But the thick, spurting jizz frothing around her cunt made 
that impossible. She wriggled her ass to feel his cock rubbing her clit 
again. Bobby grabbed at her ass and pumped like a maniac, his fingertips 
nearly bruising her flesh. 

When it was over he pulled himself up from the small massage table, shaking 
the sweat from his eyes. Patty looked up at him, feeling a warm, wonderful 
glow slip over her. 

"Wow, that was the best thing I ever felt!" she babbled. 

"Me too," he whispered, kissing her mouth while still feeling off her ass. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Brian, you really should ... well, be more careful," Amanda warned, hanging 
up the phone and eyeing her son with disapproval. She had just spoken to a 
sobbing young girl who pleaded with her to talk some sense into Brian. 

"Aw, Mom, Cindy's just overreacting. God, we only had a few dates and she 
already thinks we're gonna get married," he said sulkily, folding his hands 
together and refusing to meet her steady gaze. 

Amanda sighed, feeling the small muscles around her neck cramping painfully. 
She shouldn't feel so protective. Soon he would be graduating, going on to 
college, leading his own life. But still this poor young thing on the phone 
sounded as if she were coming apart. Amanda froze, feeling her blood turn to 
ice. Was she.... 

"Brian, you didn't do anything to make her ... well, make her feel as if you 
were going to get married, did you?" she asked, her voice barely audible. 

"This is the eighties, Mom. Come on, Cindy's been reading too many of those 
damned romance novels. She'll be okay. I just don't want to settle down-not 
yet, for Christ's sake." 

Amanda still wasn't assured about her son. But at least he didn't have his 
head in the clouds. He had a strong future ahead of him-his grades in the 
sciences were outstanding, even if the ones in fine arts were lacking 
somewhat. He would go off to school, and then she would have only Patty to 
deal with, shunting her off so she could enjoy men like Mike who she felt 
were going to be a strong part of her life from now on. 

"It's just that I don't want to see you hurt, or for that matter, hurt 
anyone else," Amanda said softly, sitting next to him and brushing aside a 
lock of hair that hung rakishly over one eye. 

"Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Cindy's the exception. Most of the 
girls understand that." 

Something strange was happening here, something stranger than learning about 
her son's flings in school. As she sat there touching his hair she found 
herself thinking of Mike, of his strong, hard-muscled body pressing down 
onto hers while his cock slipped into her cunthole. And then suddenly the 
fantasy switched. It wasn't Mike fucking her any longer. It was her son 
holding her down, pushing his meat into her cunt while driving his tongue 
down her throat. The image startled Amanda. She pulled her hand down as if 
she had just touched a burning stove. 

"You don't look so hot. Patty's upstairs studying. If you don't have aspirin 
or something I know she's got plenty of stuff," Brian said, looking 
concerned. 

Amanda smiled, brushing off her son and standing up. She knew then she was 
aroused. She could feel her cuntlips folding over one another and feeling 
all hot and prickly while her nipples poked deliciously against her bra. 
This was ridiculous. She struggled into the kitchen, feeling half drunk with 
desire. She caught herself on the refrigerator, pressing her burning 
forehead against the cool white sides. 

She was aroused by her own son. Something had tripped inside her, some 
trigger had been switched. She was panting like a bitch in heat, her cunt 
warm and soft, the muscles contracting like an oily fist while her clit 
started to stiffen up from the surrounding wet flesh. Curling her fingers, 
Amanda fought to gain control of herself once more. She walked into the 
hall, the friction of her cuntlips rubbing against one another nearly 
bringing her to her knees. If only the children weren't there. She had 
Mike's number. He wasn't supposed to come over until the next day. But she 
knew he would speed to her home once he heard the thickness of her voice. 

Amanda fell over her bed like a teenager, pushing her small fists into the 
pillow and feeling her knees sink pleasantly into the mattress beneath her. 
The raging in her blood seemed to grow quiet for a while. She thought of 
Mike, thought of her late husband Doug, then closed her eyes, drinking in 
the fresh smell of the pillow cases. Sleep. Yes, that's what she needed. She 
wanted some rest. 

"Everything okay, Mom?" 

The sound of her son's voice sent her heart pounding once more. She clutched 
the pillow, wanting to wheel around and fling it at him screaming. Forcing 
herself to be calm Amanda muttered something, hoping he would go away. Brian 
didn't. She heard the door close softly, heard his feet shuffling over the 
thick blue carpeting. In another moment she felt the bed sagging to one 
side. 

"If it's got anything to do with Cindy, I swear I don't know what got into 
her. She's usually pretty damned sensible, you know." 

"It's not that at all," Amanda said, her heart beating so hard she was sure 
he could hear it. 

"Then what is it?" 

She was going to make up something. Maybe the flu. That was always good. But 
then Brian put one hand between her shoulders, slowly massaging those tense 
neck muscles, and Amanda fell to pieces. She struggled against herself for a 
little while, then felt her cunt explode with a dreadful fireworks array of 
tingly sensations. "Mom?" 

He rolled her over, his hands manipulating her body as if she were a doll. 
When she was on her back, Amanda tried not to look at her son. But there he 
was, sitting on the edge of the bed, his thick-muscled arms bracing his body 
up from hers. He was so handsome, more handsome now, she thought, than Mike. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped. 

Brian was lowering his head, holding her face steady with both hands while 
sliding his mouth onto hers. Amanda struggled, whimpering into his mouth 
while she tried pushing him away with both hands. But her son kept kissing 
her, moaning into her mouth while drawing his hands down and caressing her 
body. Amanda felt her body warming, felt her tits swelling while her ass 
tingled for the touch of her son. 

Brian read her mind and started to undress her. She felt the blouse 
shrugging off her shoulder, her skirt following, dragging over her toes. 
When her bra straps loosened around her shoulders Amanda hesitated, pushing 
her son away a third time. 

"No, Brian, this just isn't right. Please, don't make me do this." 

But it would have been easier to have stopped a freight train. Amanda felt 
her son's tongue wriggling down her throat while his strong fingers held her 
pinned to the mattress. She squirmed her ass from side to side, feeling the 
soft nylon material working up into her sweaty asscrack. Brian's fingers 
moved over her tits, pressing into the resilient mounds while he pulled his 
mouth from hers and started nibbling on her chin. 

"Oh wow, wow! You don't know how many times I've wanted to do something like 
this," he whispered, his hair falling over his eyes. 

Amanda blinked her eyes into focus, staring up at her all-too-handsome son. 
She was starting to feel that ache again, that need for a cock sawing 
through her pussy. It had to be her son's cock, Brian's prick slipping into 
her tight, hot cunt. 

He drew back, pulling off his T-shirt and revealing that thick matting of 
hair spreading from his erect nipples down his sternum to fan out again 
around his cock. He pulled off his boots, then opened his jeans and started 
pulling them off. Amanda held her breath, feeling her head spin as she 
thought of what she was doing. And when she saw that hefty cock swing up, 
the double-lobed head heavy with blood, she shuddered. Her knees 
instinctively pushed apart slowly, her cunt bubbling with juice while her 
panties worked up into the hot, drooling slit. Smiling softly, Amanda pushed 
one hand up to her tits. The touch gave her a chill, the sensation becoming 
stronger as she thumbed her nipple until it grew turgid and tingly. 

Wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress, Amanda felt her heart 
beating faster and faster, the hot sensation between her long white 
shivering legs growing more and more concentrated. When she rocked her hips 
as her son stepped from his jeans, she felt the buttery heat spreading, 
leaking out to dot her pussyhair with more juices. She tightened her cuntal 
muscles, feeling her cuntlips itching against one another while her clit 
began to poke its head out from the swimmy flesh surrounding it. She 
squeezed her fingers around her tits, feeling the nipples poking up around 
her digits. 

"Jesus, yes!" she whispered, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower 
lip until it bled. She moved her ass up, letting it hang there for a second 
trembling, knowing she was going to get fucked by her son and loving the hot 
anticipation of it. 

"Oh wow, Mom, wow!" 

Brian was on his hands and knees between her splayed thighs, his cock 
sticking straight out and pointing at her like a huge tree trunk. Amanda 
swallowed hard, a pulse leaping through her throat as she stared at the huge 
thing. 

She bucked her ass up, feeling her son's tongue licking up around her right 
knee. Hooking it gently, Amanda let the leg fall back, stretching open her 
hot, aching cunt. Slowly she drew her hands around her tits again, squeezing 
them, thumbing her nipples while gently working her ass back and forth. 

Sweat trickled down her forehead, burning into her eyes and ears. Her hair 
fanned out on the pillow behind her, the woman closed her eyes and shuddered 
as Brian's tongue licked up around her cunt, then pulled back before 
touching the hot, hairy hole. It was a teasing sensation Amanda was 
fighting, working her ass up, wanting him to touch her all over with his 
mouth. 

She felt her son's fingers tightening around the soft spots just behind her 
knees while his tongue lapped up until her flesh was wet with spit. Then he 
moved his mouth up, blowing softly through her crinkly cuntal hair. She 
could feel his warm breath rustling through her pussy fur while his nose 
gently brushed over her clit. Amanda strained against his hands, arching her 
spine, wriggling her ass while grunting through clenched teeth. She wanted 
him sucking her, his tongue slipping between her cuntlips and pushing into 
her like a small cock. Rolling her eyes, Amanda desperately cried out for 
him to stick his tongue into her cunt. 

"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah!" 

And then it happened. She felt his fingers pushing down into the tight, tiny 
knot of her asshole while he began licking his tongue into her slit. Amanda 
lay there, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, afraid to move for fear of 
cumming right then and there in her son's mouth. She closed her eyes, her 
lower jaw slackening. His tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack while 
his fingers stretched her open wider and wider. Her clit started to burn 
from the steady licking friction. Fanning her fingers out along her tits she 
squeezed hard, pinching and rolling the nipples until she thought she would 
piss on the mattress from her excitement. 

She felt his nose pressing into her nerve-rich clit, rubbing it back and 
forth while his tongue stiffened and wriggled down deep into her convulsing 
cunt. She felt her cuntal muscles snap down tight on that thing, holding 
onto it while her legs trembled. Drawing them together she pressed them 
against either side of her son's head, rubbing her thighs back and forth 
against his ears while she felt that tongue foraging deeper and deeper. It 
was all she could do to keep from exploding in his mouth. 

He slid one finger in her pussy, drawing it in and out while wriggling his 
tongue back and forth against the bottom of her clit. Amanda couldn't stand 
it, kicking her legs in the air while rolling back. Her ass tensed while her 
asshole tweaked with the touch of his left hand around her ass. She growled, 
her head snapping from side to side as Brian slipped another finger into her 
pussy. Twisting the two around and around while caressing her swollen 
cuntlips with his thumbs, Brian stretched his tongue down into his mother's 
cunt as far as it could. 

Amanda could feel his teeth scraping over her pussy, touching all the nerve 
endings and making them tingle and twitch while her cuntal muscles snapped 
shut again around the probing tongue. It was wonderful, far better than 
anything she could have hoped for. When his fingernails began scraping 
against the wet pink membranes of her pussy, Amanda cried out, fanning her 
toes until they cramped. She rolled her ass up, jerking it up and down in a 
wild attempt to create more sensation. 

Then her son pulled his tongue out from her pussy, rolling her over and 
sliding in under her. In a moment the confused Amanda found herself on top 
of him, staring down at her son while her knees were bent at his shoulders. 
In another moment she felt him lifting her ass, pushing her back until she 
could feel the teasing scrape of his cockhead against her cunt. He fucked 
into her, pushing his cock up through her cunt and slipping it in. 

Amanda's head fell back, her hair sweeping across her upper back while her 
cunt split in two. He rocked her, his cock sliding in then pulling out, 
making slick, sucking noises that made her shiver with hot delight. She 
could feel the flood of her juice as her son's cockhead withdrew, pulling 
out more and more cunt cream that wet her asscheeks. 

Amanda moved her hands forward, bracing them against her son's broad 
shoulders while she looked at him. He had his eyes closed now, his lips 
working against one another while his black hair lay plastered against his 
sweaty forehead. He was working his hips up and down rhythmically, stabbing 
his cock into her pussy, raping through the tightly packed cunthole. 

Amanda bent down, her tits tickling across his chest as she caught his lips 
with hers and kissed him. Oh, she liked it this way. It was so daring, so 
wild doing something like this with her own son, riding his cock like a 
merry-go-round horse. Brian groaned as she gave him her tongue again. She 
ground her hips, lifting her body and rocking forward until just the 
cockhead was inside the convulsing ring of her cuntmuscles. Careful not to 
tighten down too hard, Amanda made her muscles constrict once more. 

Her son groaned, arching his spine up from the bed while rocking his body 
from side to side. 

She thrashed her ass around in tight little circles, feeling those muscles 
milking his cock like a greasy fist. Brian let out another groan, the cords 
sticking out from his throat. He clenched his fists, pressing them hard 
against his hairy sides while trying to rape his cock through her hot pussy 
once again. 

Amanda released her hold on him again, catching her breath before clenching 
down slowly once more. When her cuntal muscles were very tight around the 
shaft just behind the head, she tossed her ass around again. Her son sounded 
as if he were about to die. He jerked his knees up, then let them flop down 
again. Amanda stopped moving again and loosened her cunt so his cockhead 
would glide out of her. She let the tip linger between the small inner 
cuntlips. Prancing her ass around like a wild mare, feeling her son's cock 
gouging against the sides of her cunt, Amanda felt herself teetering on the 
brink of climax. She stopped her prancing, her body shivering while Brian 
gripped her wrists hard. He was pumping like a maniac under her, his balls 
flattened against her ass each time he shoved up. 

"Mom, oh Mom ... wow, wow!" 

His face was taut, his lips drawn tightly together, his breathing was 
shallow and irregular. Amanda fucked down for all she was worth, her body 
bouncing and jerking while her tits flopped against one another with wet 
slapping sounds. She tensed, jerked forward then snapped back, feeling the 
white hot sensation of climax shivering through her cut. She was only a 
moment away from insanity, just seconds away from the satisfaction she 
needed. 

With a grunt Amanda raped her cunt down over her son's cock, her big ass 
muscles cramping while her cuntal walls gripped his shooting cock hard just 
behind his cockhead. It was all he needed. Amanda came hard, her cunt 
blossoming while Brian shot his load deep into his mother's cunt. The two of 
them fucked down like wild animals while jizz and cuntjuice spattered around 
Amanda's ass. 

When she finally opened her eyes she found herself lying atop her son, his 
softened cock still in her pussy. She moaned happily, caressing her son's 
face with the back of one hand. 

"Oh Brian ... oh God, it's so good, so very, very good with you," she 
whispered, feeling as if her life were going off-track. Fucking her son! 

It was enough to make her laugh and cry at the same time. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"You're crazy, you really are, you know that, Brian? I mean it." 

Patty pursed her lips in disgust, shaking her head from side to side while 
looking at her brother. It was three days after Bobby had tried plowing his 
cock into her cunt. In school she had heard of her brother's adventures with 
Cindy and felt as if she had to defend him, even if she did feel sympathy 
for the girl moping around the school halls all day. 

"Aw, come on, sis." 

"You know, I think half the teachers know about it. The teachers!" 

"You tell me you never fucked around before?" 

Patty went white. It was as if he had broken open her diary and read every 
last page. She stopped kicking her legs back and forth, unable to meet her 
brother's stare. 

"Aha! I thought so! If you can screw around, why can't I?" he asked angrily. 

"That's not fair! I never...." 

She couldn't bring herself to say the word to her brother, even though just 
thinking about it made her shudder. 

"Fuck? You never had a guy put his cock into you?" 

"No!" 

Patty tilted her chin up defiantly, sliding down from the fender of her 
brother's new Chevy Nova. She started for the door, muttering something 
about him minding his own business. She felt him grab her wrist 
unexpectedly, catching her off balance and dragging her up against him. 

"Brian! Come on. Lemme go. You're acting real weird lately," she said, 
protesting as she felt one hand slip down over her ass and start squeezing 
her buns. They had fooled around like this before when they were eight or 
nine. But now they were a little self-conscious about touching one another. 

"What's the matter? You giving it away and not giving some to your own 
brother?" 

"That's real sick, Brian. Now lemme go. Mom's wanting me to help her clean 
the stove," Patty said, wrinkling her nose up. "And I promised her. 
So-Brian!" 

He had his hand under her shorts now, his fingers snaking up to her cunt. 
She could feel the tips barely touching the plump fat lips of her cunt. 
Shocked, Patty tucked her pert ass away, flattening her palms against his 
chest and sliding back. God only knows what would have happened then if 
Bobby hadn't shown up suddenly. 

Brian let out a long breath, running his fingers through his hair while 
Patty caught her breath. She wondered if her brother had been drinking or 
something. She looked strangely at him, adjusting her shorts and smiling 
nervously at Bobby. He was shuffling his feet, his eyes darting around the 
garage uncomfortably. 

"Just messing around," Brian muttered, grabbing a timing wrench and 
disappearing under the hood where Patty had found him earlier. 

"Come on. I've got something weird to show you ... I mean real neat," Bobby 
said, stretching out one hand to her. 

"See you, Brian," Patty called out uncertainly, glancing at her brother's 
form bent over the fender. Bobby was pulling her along, past the side door. 
Inside she could hear her mother rattling around. She knew she should go in, 
but something in Bobby's voice excited her. 

He didn't say a thing, pulling her down the street a block or two until they 
reached the small park at the end of a cul de sac. It was only three in the 
afternoon, too early for the kids who usually came there to play on the 
swings after kindergarten. They passed a small sandbox before he stopped, 
jamming his hands in one pocket and pulling out a packet. She watched as he 
tore the foil, pulling the almost transparent membrane out of the package. 
It looked covered with some kind of oil. 

"Just so you won't get nervous or anything." 

Patty looked open-mouthed at him. 

"You brought me here to show me that and to ... to fuck?" 

Bobby grinned sheepishly at her, his fingers rubbing over the thin membrane 
of that rubber while his cock started tenting up the front of his jeans. He 
was so sure of himself. He hadn't even worn shorts. Patty half turned 
around, thinking about bolting back home. It would have served him right for 
presuming she would be that hot to take him on in the open this way. 

But there was something daring about it all, something that appealed to her. 
She bit her lower lip, looking around. There were no houses about. The place 
was deserted as if someone had just dropped a neutron bomb. 

"But where?" 

Bobby nearly dropped the rubber in his excitement. He took her sliding one 
arm around her waist and drawing her up against him. She felt his lips 
pressing against hers. Patty moved against the kiss, finally letting him 
push his tongue between her front teeth. 

"Mmmmmm, quit!" 

"What's wrong with you anyway? You said...." 

"I didn't say anything. Besides, maybe you're being just a little too 
pushy." She let his finger slide just inside her jean shorts, letting it 
touch the fine blonde down lining her cuntal slit. 

"What's the problem between you and your brother?" Bobby asked, panting 
heavily. 

"There's no problem." 

"Well, if he were my brother, I'd sure feel sort of weird. I heard he does 
things to girls that nobody else does in school." 

Patty turned away from him so he couldn't see her flushed cheeks. Just 
thinking about something like that made her feel naked and breathless. She'd 
guessed her brother was into different kinds of sex. She could only imagine 
just what. Patty touched her fingers to her belly, sucking in a quick 
breath. 

"I don't know," Patty said briskly, wanting to end talking about her 
brother. "I don't care either. What did you call me up here for anyway, a 
talk?" 

Bobby threw back his head and laughed. Stopping, his eyes softened 
immediately and he shook his head. Patty felt as if she had found a new 
source of fun, of power. She held herself rigid, feeling as if she were 
going to a sacrifice, and the thing on the block was her. He drew her closer 
again, pushing one hand fast under the frayed edge of her shorts. 

She gasped, feeling him rubbing the puffy cuntlips even as she tried to 
squirm her pussy away. She could feel it getting very, very warm down there, 
a concentrated, tight itchy kind of warmth while juice began to bubble out. 
Bobby could feel it too. 

"You're hurrying things, aren't you?" she whispered, kissing the hollows of 
his neck. 

"You know I have a rubber." 

She knew the time was coming when she had to make a decision. Bobby's finger 
had pressed deeper into her flooding crack. He was working it back and forth 
until her whole ass glowed. It was funny how her cunt excited Bobby so much. 

"Ohhhhh, stop right now!" 

"Why can't we do it right now? There won't be anybody around here for a long 
time." 

"But it's so ... public out here." 

"I know a place down farther ... in the trees." 

He was nodding in the direction toward some high ground between two rocks. 

"We could hear somebody coming for a hundred yards." 

Patty tried to quiet her breathing. Bobby was tickling her inner cuntlips, 
nibbling at her earlobe again. Oh God, it all felt so good. 

"Oh Bobby...." 

She turned her opened mouth to him. When his tongue went deep she knew she 
was a goner. "Yes, yes, if you really want it, yesssss!" 

"Come on!" 

He was up ahead of her, limping around as he tried to get his cock straight 
in his jeans. He took her, the two of them looking around as they 
practically ran up the hill to the spot Bobby had talked about. When she 
reached the area Patty could see he was right. There were high bushes and 
fir trees around the place while the grass was cut short, looking so soft 
and smooth. Patty caught her breath, walking up to him and feeling so naked, 
so open. She felt him untying her halter, letting it fall in the grass. She 
unbuttoned her cut-offs by herself and let them puddle around her ankles. 
Bobby was eyeing her, panting unashamedly. Patty would have laughed if she 
weren't so excited herself. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" 

"Christ yeah!" 

He circled her small waist, pulling her against him. Then he let her go and 
started stripping off his things quickly. His cock looked even bigger, 
fatter, longer, more threatening in the broad daylight. Patty went over to 
him again, shy from his blatant hot looks. Reaching forward, she cradled the 
heavy-hanging cock in her slender fingers. His balls were pulled up tight in 
their sac. She fondled the leathery skin there and rubbed her fingers over 
the bulbous cockhead. 

There was a little knot of fear in her belly. She knew she was going to be 
changed forever. She was going to let Bobby break through her cherry, and 
let him fuck her all the way. She was three weeks past her birthday, and was 
about to give her virginity away to a guy she didn't really love. He was 
nice, but he wasn't somebody she wanted to marry. Bobby pulled out the 
rubber. It looked way thinner than before. More fear built. She started to 
feel a little sick. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Sensing her fear Bobby held her again. He was trembling just as much as she 
was. Patty smiled, kissing his neck as he lowered her onto her back. He was 
feeling gently along her cuntal slit with his finger, pressing in against 
the bunched flesh of her cherry. She squirmed her ass against the grass, 
feeling the blades prickling her shitter while her legs flew apart. She 
gasped. 

"I thought ... I mean, aren't you...." 

"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger," Bobby whispered, 
pushing harder now. She felt a tiny stab of pain and winced again. 

"Who told you that?" she blurted out, clutching his back while arching her 
spine against the hurting finger. 

"Uh, nobody." 

Brian! She bet it was her brother. She had heard about him talking to other 
guys, giving them advice about girls and how to fuck them. Bobby might as 
well have told her who it was. She could just see her brother telling Bobby, 
guessing he was about to practice on her. Maybe that was why he was so weird 
this afternoon. He knew Bobby was going to fuck her today or some time in 
the near future. She could have scrambled to her feet right then. But then 
the pain grew. She shivered, squinching her eyes tight against the increase 
of sensation. 

"Don't wiggle around so much." 

"You're hurting me!" she whispered. 

Bobby's finger was knuckle-deep and still her cherry held firm. She was 
panting hotly against his left cheek, wishing to God it would be over. It 
was growing worse and worse now, her ass bucking back while her heels beat 
against the ground. Then the pain stopped suddenly. She could feel him 
pulling his finger out. He lay it on the ground next to her shoulder, wiping 
his hand on the grass. There was blood all over his knuckles. She watched it 
drying in the sun. A trickle of something hot trickled down her ass. 

She was bleeding. She could feel it. Bobby rested his hot body onto hers. 
She could feel his rubber-sheathed cock pushing into her cunt. He kissed her 
tits, biting the nipples while sliding down a little to penetrate her. 
Dappled light filtered through the eucalyptus tree's leaves overhead. She 
wanted to say something, but her mouth was bone dry. She licked her lips and 
Bobby kissed her. His cock gouged slickly down her cuntal crack, the domed 
head pressing against what was left of her cherry. She felt his knees 
pressing against hers as he angled up for a final penetration. Biting her 
lower lip, Patty held her breath, waiting for it. She could feel him lunging 
down hard, his cock fucking her all the way. She could feel the fleshy dome 
splitting her cherry, sliding down deep. Patty wriggled her slim ass, 
catching her body on the stabbing prick as Bobby worked it deeper. She could 
feel a kind of hurt around the rubbery, taut edges of her cunt. But she 
wasn't thinking about the pain any more. 

"Ooooo, it's so ... so weird!" 

Patty stopped her thoughts for a moment, concentrating on the hot, filled 
feeling taking over her pussy and belly. She wrinkled up her forehead, 
feeling that hot, hard thing rummaging around in her body. It was so strange 
feeling something like that inside her going deeper. She instinctively 
spread her thighs a little farther apart, her cuntlips stretching thin from 
the pressure. She was completely blown away by the way her cuntal walls were 
being itchily stretched apart for Bobby's poking cock. 

"Bobby ... oh God, it's like nothing in the world ... ooooooooh!" 

"Beats ... beats the other stuff we've been doing," he stammered. 

His front teeth cut gently at her chin. Opening her mouth hungrily, Patty 
begged silently for more. Their mouths trembled in the panting heat of the 
moment. She sucked hard at his tongue, never having kissed a boy like that. 
But now it seemed like the only way. She felt tender and weak and wild at 
the same time. Slowly, surely, she was learning how her body moved when she 
was being fucked like that. When she arched her spine and tilted her cuntal 
mound down, she could feel his cock gouging against the walls of her pussy. 
He grunted with pleasure, sliding his fingers down over her waist, cupping 
her asscheeks. 

"Yes, yes...." 

He was a little awkward, she thought, but still doing this kind of in the 
right way. He was all the way in her, his balls rubbing up against her 
cuntlips. She cried and bit at his lips, babbling something that made no 
sense. 

"Oh yeah, Patty, yeah...." 

Patty tried looping her legs over the back of her new lover. But she 
couldn't move her body as much that way. It seemed best when she put her 
feet flat on the ground, bending her knees and keeping them wide apart. She 
could wiggle around and tilt her hips, bucking them up and down from the 
grass. She bit her lip again and concentrated on the control of the strange 
muscles inside her cunt. She had never imagined she could make them 
contract, milk that rigid prick. In a second she found she could. She tried 
it again until at last he gave her a funny look. 

"How do you do that, Patty? Oh God, how?" 

"Does it feel good?" 

"God!" 

He pulled himself back, his cock nearly all the way out of her cunt. She 
could feel the ridged, spongy tip just inside the ring of her muscles. She 
bore down on him, tightened with all her might. Bobby's face went slack and 
he closed his eyes. Patty smiled with pride as she worked her slim ass 
around and around and made her cuntal walls caress the taut rubber skin over 
his cockhead. 

That teasing friction got to the boy fast. He rubbed his chest against her 
tits and started pumping his cock deep again. She felt his hipbones grinding 
against hers, felt the hilt of his shaft tight against her flattened 
cuntlips. Patty was conscious of the hard ground under her, the heavy man 
above. She felt crushed and helpless and good. She touched Bobby's hunching 
smooth ass and felt him suck air and start to move differently as she patted 
him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager in his lovemaking. She hugged 
her thin arms around his neck and rolled her ass from left to right. 

"Oh, how does it feel to you, Bobby?" she whispered in one ear. 

"You're so tight ... so damned hot and tight. It feels ... uhhhhh, feels so 
good...." 

His Adam's apple worked up and down as he dragged his cock out of her cunt. 
Patty felt her insides being tugged out along with it. She could feel her 
cuntal walls grabbing and sucking in around the hollows and behind the 
ridged, swollen tip. Then with just his cockhead touching her outer 
cuntlips, Bobby pushed in again. When she felt his body pressing hard 
against her cuntal mound Patty squirmed herself down even harder. In a 
moment he was growling, driving hard into her cunt. Her pussy muscles 
spasmed, sucking at the invading monster. She knew Bobby was going to cum. 

"Can't wait ... damn, gonna...." 

"Ohhhhh, wait for me, wait!" 

"Patty, damn!" 

He fucked her faster instead of slower. He kissed her roughly, peeling her 
lips back over her teeth, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her 
cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit glowed while more floods of juice 
oozed to soothe the friction of the fucking flesh. She bounced her ass off 
the ground, fucking hard against Bobby's movements. 

He squirmed helplessly on top of her. His face was white and twisted. She 
felt the steady pulsing of his cock as his body tried to unload the boiling 
cum in his balls. She cramped her pussy muscles, cutting him off in the 
middle of his climax. Prancing her ass wildly, she watched Bobby's lips 
almost turn purple while the veins in his forehead throbbed. 

She was starting to cum now, feeling the rushing hot tickles that maddened 
the ruby bulge of her clit. Digging the air with her feet, she felt him 
raping his prick all the way in, grunting and stabbing her like a maniac. 
Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers as the final ebbs of her 
climax took her away from the small park. 

When it was over Bobby lay atop her for a while, kissing her lightly on the 
neck. She knew they would be a mess. She knew she was changed forever. And 
what a wonderful time she had during it all! Fucking. It had to be the best, 
finest thing in the whole wide world. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Amanda paced the kitchen. Mike was in the backyard. He had done about 
everything she had wanted him to in the first place. He stood there under 
the elm with his hands on his hips, sweating through his white cotton 
T-shirt, staring into the kitchen window. 

Amanda trembled, wringing her fingers and debating what to do. Having Mike 
around was so complicated. Perhaps it would be better just to pay him and 
send him on his way to someone more his age. 

The thought soured on her mind as she opened the kitchen door and stepped 
outside. She could feel Mike's burning eyes settle on her. The touch of his 
gaze was enough to make her blood boil. 

"That's lovely. It's so nice. Thank you," she said, barely able to keep her 
voice steady. 

"Any time." 

He wiped his hands on his sides, striding up to her slowly, his mouth 
curling up in a wide grin. She could see those perfect white teeth while his 
chest rippled under the damp T-shirt. Amanda felt her knees weakening as she 
turned and looked at the neighbors' roofs. Surely she was mature enough to 
cut this off before it got too complex. 

"I want to fuck you bad, Mrs. Foster. Or do you want me to call you Amanda?" 

"Please, not here." 

"Sure, not here. I think your neighbors would talk if they saw the two of us 
poking away here on the porch steps," he said with a laugh. 

"That's not what I mean," she snapped. "I think ... I think that maybe we 
should ... well, not see one another. At least, in that way." 

Mike's face darkened. He inhaled sharply, his cheeks puffing out as he let 
out a long breath. 

"So, the lady gets her jollies from taking on the handyman once, then throws 
him away, right?" 

It sounded so dirty, so unclean. Amanda shook her head, feeling herself 
drifting away from what she really wanted to do. 

"No, that's not it! Please, I just don't want things going on when my 
children are so close ... I don't know what to do," she confessed honestly. 

Mike shrugged his big shoulders, looking around, then leaning up against the 
pole. She could feel his breath against her face. Drawing back, feeling her 
cunt buckle from excitement, Amanda tried to ignore the drop of pussy juice 
oozing down her inner thigh. If he knew, if he even guessed just how aroused 
she was now he would drag her into the kitchen and rape her on the spot. 

"Nobody never said I couldn't be discreet, especially when I've got a hot 
lady like you around. Come on, Amanda. You want to get fucked, don't you?" 

"Don't talk like that," she said, her eyes darting around to make sure the 
neighbors weren't leaning over the fence listening. 

"You like it, don't you? You like it when I tell you how it feels sticking 
my cock in you. You practically went nuts when I was biting your nipples 
while feeling your pussy. And shit, when I started sticking my tongue up 
your cunt ... Christ! I'm gettin' hard just thinking about the way you 
jerked your damned ass around!" 

"I'm not going to listen to any more. You'll just make a mess of my life, 
and it's pretty messy the way it is right now," she said, turning and 
walking briskly into her kitchen. 

"Oh, no you don't, lady. You're not going to get away from me that easily. 
Nobody does." 

"Please, let go of me." 

She whispered the plea as he took her in his arms in the kitchen. If only 
his arms didn't feel so good, bands of hot steel around her while his knees 
were pressing hers apart. His hands were crawling all over her body, cupping 
her ass, working the asscheeks against one another while he hunched up 
against the hot, itchy spot between her legs. 

She could feel her nipples pushing up from their wrinkly areolas while her 
clit was starting to stiffen, rising from the soft moist pink flesh that 
throbbed and glowed like burning gasoline. He kissed her softly on the chin, 
then moved his lips up until he was tonguing her. They were going to fuck. 

Amanda heard the large clock in the living room ticking as she lead Mike 
down the corridor, feeling all the while she should still push him away and 
bolt the bedroom door behind him. She still felt that way when he started 
pulling off her dress gently, kissing her naked slender shoulders, promising 
her he was going to show her something different this time around. 

"Oh, Mike, I don't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, her head spinning 
around and around as she felt his hot hands pushing her dress off, his 
fingers slipping under the straps of her loosening bra. 

Her heart pounded terribly while she felt the hot seep of her cuntal juices. 
The hunger inside her was growing more and more, spinning around like a 
whirling golden ball. Amanda tightened her fingers against one another as 
Mike stopped at her panties, pushing her gently back on the bed until she 
was sitting on it. 

He unfastened his jeans, pushing them down to his knees and loosening his 
shorts. His cock bobbed up, hot and ready, thick and long, inches from her 
eyes. 

Amanda didn't have to be told what to do when she felt his fingers slide 
around the back of her skull. He brought her forward, his cock brushing up 
against her nose. Amanda tilted up her chin, opening her mouth and feeling 
his cock slipping over her lips. He pulled her forward until her mouth was 
pressed against his groin, his cock throbbing up against her eyes. She could 
feel the power of the man, his cock throbbing up and down, his balls resting 
against her chin. His fingers curled into her soft blonde hair, pulling her 
back for a moment. 

"Suck it." 

The command was so simple, so overwhelming. Opening her mouth, she parted 
her full lips as the bloated head rested for a moment, then slipped in. 
Amanda groaned, feeling the warmth of his cockknob resting on the tip of her 
tongue for a moment. She did nothing, sitting there quietly, feeling her 
cunt steaming and growing taut while the young handyman pushed in. She 
started wriggling her tongue slowly back and forth, seeing immediately that 
Mike liked that sensation. 

He bent his knees slightly, his fingers tightening around the back of her 
skull just behind her ears. His cock jerked around inside her mouth, more 
jizz oozing from the tiny slit at the tip and coating her throat. Amanda 
swallowed, then swallowed again, coating her mouth with the slimy stuff. 
Mike was giving her tiny jabs, drawing his cock nearly all the way out, then 
pushing it back in a little deeper than before, rocking his hips from side 
to side. 

She liked the feel of his cock, liked the way it fit into her mouth while 
she wiggled her tongue against the sensitive underside. Amanda could feel 
those blue rope-like veins wriggling against her lips as the young stud 
pushed down past her tonsils. In a moment she could feel that hot cockhead 
brushing against the back of her throat. She moaned, patting Mike on his 
thighs, signaling him he had gone far enough. 

Mike paused, drawing his cock out once more, watching her lips pout outward 
from the withdrawing pressure. He stopped midway, then shoved in, his hands 
tightening so much Amanda thought he might crush her skull. She moaned, 
signaling him again he had pushed in deeply enough. But Mike still shoved 
down and in, throating her, pushing his meat in until his groin was flat 
against her nose. 

Amanda panicked, unable to catch her breath. She flattened her palms against 
his thighs, pushing wildly while trying to twist her head around to open her 
air passage. Mike was growling and groaning, working his hips from side to 
side while pillowing his balls up against her chin. Amanda could feel his 
prick way down her throat until she thought he might try to stab it into her 
belly. She fought harder, making moaning, strangling sounds while Mike kept 
his cock buried down her throat. 

Reluctantly he started pulling back slowly. The woman sighed with relief. 
She was starting to see stars when she felt his cock sliding out over her 
tongue. Amanda leaned forward, gasping for breath as the young stud pulled 
his prick all the way from her mouth. Strings of drool oozed from the frothy 
corners of her mouth. In a moment she felt the hefty weight of his cock on 
her lower lip once more while his fingers massaged the tense little muscles 
in the back of her neck. Amanda sighed happily. 

"You like that, don't you? You really dig suckin' cock." 

"I like sucking your cock," she corrected, wiping her lips with the back of 
one hand. 

"Get back in bed." 

Mike finished undressing, his cock glistening with a coat of her spit. Mike 
crawled onto the bed. 

Mike dropped his head, lapping her thighs with his wonderful long tongue. 
Amanda shivered, wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress while 
kicking her legs up and down. She half-laughed, half-cried, jerking her head 
from side to side, strands of blonde hair whipping over her flushed face. 
She could hardly breathe. That mouth, that wonderful swarmy, hot, slick 
mouth pressed up against her cunt was too much for her to stand. 

Amanda let out another cry, arching her spine as she pushed her head back 
into the pillow. Mike slurped up into her pussy, his tongue fucking her like 
a cock, his moustache tickling her bloated, sensitive inner cuntlips while 
his fingers held her wide open. She loved being held open that way, the 
secret dark pink hollows and lumps of her cunt being exposed to his mouth 
while her clit throbbed crazily under his tonguing attacks. 

Amanda shifted her ass from side to side, the top sheet gathering in 
wrinkles under her ass while Mike ate into her. Letting out a shivery moan, 
Amanda raised her ass, wagging it back and forth, feeling the tight 
sphincter winking shut instinctively as that wonderful tongue fucked long 
and deep into her. 

"Uh ... huhhhhh!" 

Her broken cries echoed through the large bedroom, sending chills down her 
spine and Mike's. She could feel the hot chilly heat growing more and more, 
her cunt winking shut while that wonderful mouth was doing such things to 
her cunt. That was when Mike stopped, pulling back while gently stroking her 
pussy. Amanda blinked her eyes clear. Why had he stopped? She looked at his 
cock, long and thick, the blue veins looking as if they were about to 
explode through the taut pink flesh. 

"Oh God, please, please, fuck me!" Amanda whimpered, rolling her hips 
pleadingly up. 

"Man, you drive me nuts when I hear you beggin' for it," Mike confessed. 

Amanda wailed, feeling his fingers gripping her around the thighs and 
rolling her over. What was he doing? He had her on her belly now, his 
fingers still hooked around her hipbones. Then he was drawing her up to a 
crouching position, her knees spread apart, her ass hanging there in the air 
while her cunt ached for the touch of his mouth. 

Amanda could feel his lips pressing against her asscheek, could feel his 
tongue licking up and down, wetting her asscheeks while his fingers searched 
along her sweaty asscrack until they found her cunt. At the same time he 
brushed her asshole with his thumbs, caressing the wrinkled flesh until 
Amanda started to grunt with approval. The woman wriggled her ass 
approvingly at the same time she felt him drawing back. 

"Oh, fuck me, please fuck me, Mike! God in heaven, I think I'm going to die 
if you don't fuck me now!" she pleaded once more, feeling her tits pulling 
down on her upper chest while the nipples scraped the sheets. 

She felt him drawing back, felt his fingers tightening around her hipbones. 
Then he plunged forward, his cock ripping through her cunt, squishing 
through the tightly packed pussy muscles until he was all the way in her. 
Amanda let out a cry, her knees having left the bed for a moment while her 
mind shattered with the sensation of being fucked all the way. He knew what 
she liked and left his cock buried to the hilt, moving his fingers along her 
body and feeling her thighs, her chest, her tits. 

It was when he started pinching her nipples lightly, rolling them around and 
around like peas, that Amanda felt her cunt nearly explode. It was so 
deliciously good feeling him in her, his body draped over her, his cock 
jerking around inside her while his balls brushed lightly over her cuntlips. 

"Oh yeah, Amanda, Christ, you're so damned good and hot and tight in there 
... just like some teenager," he panted in one ear, kissing her lightly 
between her jutting shoulder blades. 

"Ohhhhh, really? Oh God, Mike, when you touch me this way, kiss me, I think 
I'm going to die!" 

Amanda could hardly shape the words in her mouth. It was all she could do to 
breathe. He pulled out slowly, rocking his hips so she could feel his prick 
reaming her out. Gouts of juice trickled down the backs of her shivering 
thighs while his fingers still tweaked and pinched her long, stiff nipples. 
Amanda dipped and plunged her ass while Mike paused halfway, reaching around 
with one hand and tracing the outline of her swollen cuntlips. Amanda 
shuddered, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel her cuntal 
muscles clamping, cinching down on his cock, milking it while he pulled back 
a little more. 

"Christ! That's something else! Man, I can hardly move my ... uhhhh, my 
cock!" 

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck...." 

Amanda could only swear, bobbing her ass up and down while her tits jiggled 
around. She was going wild now, her mind quickly becoming a blank as Mike 
stabbed back into her, his fingers drawing long red marks along her sides. 
Again and again he fucked her, pounding deeper and deeper it seemed until 
the woman wondered if his cock were going to come out of her mouth. She 
heard him grunting behind her while sweat dripped from his chin onto her 
lower back. Amanda curled her spine around, cinching her cunt down again 
around his cock and trapping it midway in. Jerking her ass around in tight 
little circles she could hear Mike coming apart behind her as she milked his 
cock up to a cumming high. 

"Christ, don't! Oh, man, you're gonna . , . gonna do it! Man, I'm gonna cum 
if you keep movin' that ass ... uhhhhhh!" 

Mike was holding onto her tight while drilling his cock in in spite of the 
tightness of her pussy. He was determined to get in, surrendering to the 
male drive of pushing a cock in as far as it would go. Amanda let out a 
gasp, throwing her head up in the air as she felt her cuntal muscles catch 
fire. The flames licked out from her pussy, burning her clit, making the 
tiny organ shrivel while her thighs ridged with the rising excitement. Mike 
swore something, lunging forward and biting the nape of her neck. He was 
hammering her now, his thighs working madly against her jiggling white ass 
while his fingers pinched her tits mercilessly. Amanda cried, a white-hot 
fury burning through her cunt, then exploding into her belly. 

Amanda couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans, her feverish squirming 
seemed to set Mike off into yet a wilder frenzy. He made strange sounds 
behind her, his cock unloading gout after gout of cum until she thought she 
was going to blow to pieces. Keening whimpers came from her tightened throat 
as she tossed under the big handyman, her body shivering through yet another 
climax while the big stud held her down to the bed. 

When it was over, Amanda shook the hair from her eyes, finding herself flat 
and facedown on the bed. Mike had pulled his cock from her slackening cunt 
and was lying down next to her, smoothing his fingers over her ass while 
kissing her shoulder. Amanda smiled, grateful for yet another release. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"I don't see anything wrong with fucking. I don't think you should either." 

"But ... I mean, if people find out, your reputation's had it." 

Susan shrugged, brushing her hair with one hand while studying Amanda in the 
mirror. They were in Susan Farley's bedroom now, the class tramp, as so many 
of the girls liked to name her. 

"Plenty of people have found out about me. 

Oh, that's all right. You don't have to say anything," Susan said as Patty 
started to protest. "I know what the other girls say about me. Really, I 
don't play around that much at all. I went to bed with that snooty Betty 
Granger's boyfriend and she hasn't been right since, you know?" Susan tapped 
the side of her head with one finger. "I mean, she's sick. So, she started 
spreading rumors around that I was fucking everybody in school. I'll say one 
thing. It sure's given me a whole lot of dates. Good thing my folks are out 
of town a lot or they'd hear about it." 

Patty wondered if it had been such a hot idea coming here. She had looked 
nervously all around, making sure none of the kids were around when she 
walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Even Susan was surprised. Not 
too many girls came over lately. Patty felt she was visiting the town leper 
as she stepped into the spacious mansion, following Susan up to her room. It 
was only four o'clock, and yet Susan was wearing a flimsy light blue 
nightgown. Was she expecting someone? The girl blushed at the thought. 

"But I mean, doing it all the time with guys has gotta hurt something, 
doesn't it?" 

Susan put down her brush, laughing with impatience. 

"Are you kidding? Where do you come from? A girl's gotta be careful, but 
it's the best thing in the world, right? I mean, somebody didn't force you 
into getting fucked, right?" 

"Well, no, not exactly," she said, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks 
flush. 

"Hey, you don't have to feel embarrassed around me. This is Susan, right? 
You wanted to see somebody with experience, right, and you didn't want to 
talk to your mom, right?" 

There was an edge of bitterness in her voice. Patty looked up and saw that 
Susan had stopped brushing her hair. She was such a beautiful girl-tall, 
remarkably full tits that showed well under the light nightgown clinging to 
her body. She worked out all the time, mostly alone because the girls 
thought she was nothing more than a slut. 

"Well, yeah ... I mean, I'm kind of afraid. I've only done it once ... once 
all the way. I don't want Bobby to get the idea I'm...." 

Her words died on her lips. She was accusing Susan, she knew, of being a 
whore, and doing it right in the girl's own house. How could she be so rash? 

"Like me, right?" 

Susan smiled bitterly, putting down the brush and leaning back on the table. 
Her gown had fallen open a little, the edges clinging to the stiff red 
nipples while parts of her white belly were visible. Patty felt awfully 
uncomfortable. She had come here uninvited, talking about such sensitive 
things to a near stranger. It had been a mistake. She would leave right now 
and let Susan get on with her life. 

"Hey, where are you going?" 

"I ... uh, think I'd better go home and help my mom make dinner." 

"Baking cookies? Sweet. No, sit down. You wanted to know about fucking, so 
I'm going to tell you," Susan said sharply. "You want it more, don't you? 
Yeah, I can tell by that hungry look in your eyes. Most of you goody 
two-shoes want to fuck all the time, just like me. But you're too damned 
afraid. Oh, I'll bet you talked about me all the time behind my back ... 
just like the other girls." 

"No! That's not true, Susan. I swear, I never said a word about you." 

That was correct. Even though she didn't appreciate what Susan was doing 
around the school, she felt everything was the girl's business. 

"Well, that's refreshing!" Susan said with a sigh, believing her. "Anyway, 
you came over for some info. And I'm obligated to give it to you." 

"But...." 

"Fuck all you want to. You won't get sick, you won't have hair growing out 
of your palms, you won't go crazy. Just be a little more discreet about it 
and you'll get away with anything. And," Susan added with a sly grin, 
purposely opening her gown a little more, "experiment." 

"Experiment?" 

"Yeah, you know, try it different ways, with different people. You know, 
doing it the same old way's gotta be a drag. Just like anything else, 
fucking's gonna get old unless you play around, experiment." 

Patty swallowed hard. Susan opened her gown all the way, completely exposing 
her beautiful naked body. She had seen girls naked before, of course, but 
not in this context. The girl's cunt was covered with a thick sheen of black 
hair while her full tits rested like well-formed pendulums on her upper 
chest. Patty thought she could hear the teen's breathing become shallow, 
uneven as she stared at her. She got up, wanting to bolt from the room. 

"It's been real interesting talking to you, Susan, but like I said before, I 
gotta go...." 

"Like I said, you have to experiment. Why don't we try one of those 
experiments right now?" 

Susan gulped. 

"Now?" 

"Oh, you know, just fooling around like real good friends do sometimes," 
Susan said, shrugging off her gown. 

Patty was shocked. The girl was obviously aroused. Her nipples were long and 
red while juice was starting to bubble out from her cuntal crack. Patty felt 
her cheeks burn while her throat tightened. Susan laughed lightly, letting 
the gown puddle around her ankles. 

"I like you. You're one of the few girls around her who don't ... you know, 
judge me all the time," Susan began rising from her vanity chair. 

Patty stepped back, one hand fluttering to her throat. Susan stopped in the 
middle of the floor and pirouetted prettily around, showing off her tight 
rounded ass, her full figure, her big tits and flared thighs. 

"Now, you see why some boys like me? You've got a nice figure too. Why don't 
you show it to me?" 

The question was bold. Patty shook her head, swallowing hard a second time. 
She really had to be going. Her mother would kill her if she came home late. 
Susan laughed again, walking up to her, her gray-green eyes hypnotizing the 
young teen. In a moment Susan was in front of her, staring at her, one hand 
pushed out against her. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, feeling a 
strange new sensation racing through her blood. Before she could move away 
she felt the gentle touch of the girl's delicate fingers sliding under her 
dress, caressing her naked legs. 

"No panties? What were you thinking of when you came over here? Did you 
expect to see me fucking? Did you think I would have a couple of guys 
sitting in the closet just waiting for you?" 

Susan laughed lightly again, that lilting, musical laugh that was so 
infectious. Patty groaned, feeling her cunt tighten and twitch. 

"It's all right. I'll take care of it. Don't move, don't move a single 
muscle. You won't have to if you don't want to," Susan whispered. 

"No, please, don't...." 

Patty felt she was wading into dangerous waters. She wanted to run. But she 
couldn't help but love the gentle touch against her hot cuntlips. Susan was 
tightening her hold on Patty, using her fingertips lightly like rubbing 
pads. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, unlike Bobby's rough, hurried 
fucking. In spite of herself, Patty felt her clit edging to the surface. As 
Susan's fingers discovered the stiffening bud, she stroked it lightly with a 
touch like a feather's. 

"Oooooh, good, so good." 

Patty was whispering this over and over again, leaning heavily against the 
girl's body. Her head fell onto the naked shoulders while she spread her 
legs to give those wonderful stroking fingers more room. The girl's tender 
pussylips trembled under Susan's touch until she began to wonder why she had 
wanted to leave the house in the first place; 

"This can't be right. It just can't be," Patty whispered. 

"Maybe not all the time. But like I said, it's time to experiment, right?" 

"I ... I don't know." 

If the touch of Susan's lips hadn't been so gentle she would have drawn 
away. Instead she relaxed and let those wonderfully soft lips slip over her 
mouth. Patty found herself hunching back and forth, her ass tightening while 
she rose on tiptoes and started kissing back. 

"That's it, that's it. Come on, Patty, come on to my bed." 

Patty didn't know half of what she was doing. Things were going on so 
quickly. She felt her dress slip off and float to the floor. Naked, she 
rolled onto the bed. Patty lay down quietly, looking up quizzically at 
Susan, wondering what she was supposed to do next. Susan said nothing, 
kneeling down and sliding up until her cunt was nearly pressed against the 
startled Patty's face. When the blonde started to roll away Susan gripped 
her, showing surprising strength. 

"Lick me. Lick me and suck me! That's the least you could do to pay me back 
for the information I gave you," Susan demanded. 

"No!" 

Patty fought back. But it was too late. She looked at those red cuntlips, 
now all too visible under the thick black bush of pussy hairs. They looked 
so big, so ... so evil. She felt her head being jerked forward, her face 
fitted between Susan's thighs. She froze, holding her breath while Susan 
held her tightly in place. Oh, how hot that pussy was! The girl's black 
cunthairs were so soft, much softer than they had looked earlier. 
Instinctively Patty flicked out her tongue and licked up the slit between 
Susan's cuntlips. 

A second lick softened the grip around her head. A third made Susan shiver, 
her fingers caressing the sides of Patty's skull. In another moment Patty 
found her hands caressing the girl's full ass, her fingers sinking into the 
warm resilient flesh as she kept licking into the girl's cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

The moan made Patty shiver. She was bringing pleasure to this girl, the town 
tramp, a girl the other girls instinctively shied from. Patty drew her 
tongue up and down the jagged wet slot until Susan sounded as if she were 
going to come apart. The brunette stayed there in that position for a while, 
tickling Patty's ears, hunching into her mouth, then drawing her cunt away. 
In a moment she was kneeling down in front of the blonde, turning around 
until they were lying side by side. Looking up, Patty found herself staring 
right at Susan's cunt. They were in a sixty-nine position. Slowly the 
black-haired cunt came down to within licking distance. Patty liked that 
idea. She felt herself burning up, reeling around and around drunkenly. Just 
as the red slit spread opened above her she could feel a hot tongue being 
slipped gently into her cunt. It pushed carefully in, easing past the tense, 
eager lips. 

Patty's knees jerked up, then slowly lowered back to the bed once more. 
Susan blew her hot breath through Patty's blonde cuntal thicket, tickling 
her thighs at the same time with her fingers. And then gently, softly, the 
girl felt Susan fit her mouth onto her sweet cunt and start to suck. 

Patty let out a soft sigh, her thighs ridging and trembling with the touch 
of that tongue and mouth slipping into her pussy. Susan used her fingers to 
pull those tender cuntlips apart. Inside that red-hot slit Susan ran her 
tongue, flicking it rapidly in and out, in and out until the clit was fully 
erect. Patty gasped, her eyes rounding, her nostrils flaring. Susan lowered 
her cunt a little more, rubbing it against Patty's nose. 

With a daring move Patty reached up and curled her fingers around Susan's 
thighs. Arching her head up, Patty licked the throbbing surface of the 
girl's cunt, then stuck in her tongue as hard and far as she could. Susan 
let out a cry, her body trembling and shaking while she pushed down with all 
her might. Patty knew her touch was driving the brunette wild. Her hips 
pushed down onto her face, hunching wildly, trying to get more hot, 
wriggling tongue up her aching cunt. 

Susan buried her face frantically in the blonde bush of Patty's pussy. She 
was working her tongue around and around in the blonde's cunt, her hands 
massaging and kneading the girl's ass. 

Patty remembered what Susan had said-be daring. She drew one hand around 
Susan's hips, moving it down until her fingers were tracing along the hot 
sweaty crack between the girl's white asscheeks. Susan let out a sharp cry 
when Patty moved one fingertip up to the girl's asshole. She prickled at the 
wrinkled flesh, pushing in her finger when she heard Susan sound as if she 
were being stabbed. 

As Patty wriggled her finger in the tight hole of Susan's ass, she felt her 
spread cuntlips being tongued again. A hot, slippery mouth opened wide, the 
lips pressing hard into her cunt. Susan's head bore down, shoving tighter 
and tighter against her cunt. Patty felt the sucking mouth working on her 
pussy, pulling the tingly flesh in gentle tugs until it was like having a 
cock sliding in and out. 

"Yes, fuck it out! Oh yes, fuck it out for me Patty!" Susan cried. 

Patty tried to oblige her newly found friend sticking her tongue in and out 
as fast as she could while pushing her finger into the tight contracting 
hole. Susan responded by doing the same thing, fucking the young blonde with 
her tongue while caressing her ass with both hands. Susan soon became nearly 
violent, hunching her ass in circles while pushing down. 

Patty pressed her finger in farther and farther until she had it buried up 
to the second joint. Susan let out a growl, her vocal vibrations rippling 
through Patty's cunt. The blonde teen let out another cry, feeling her pussy 
walls vibrating like a struck drum membrane. Her soft tingly thighs closed 
in around Susan's head, trapping it there while she rubbed her feet back and 
forth against the sheets. 

Keeping one finger up Susan's ass, Patty shoved her to one side, rolling 
over completely and getting on top. As soon as they were in position and she 
started hunching down, pushing her tight little pussy into the girl's mouth. 
She could feel Susan's tongue shoving up and holding rigid. Straddling the 
girl's head, Patty worked her ass around in a series of short, quick 
hunches. She learned just how far she could pull up without letting that 
wonderful tongue pull out. 

Patty felt Susan writhe and twist under her. Determined to stay on top, the 
girl tightened her grip and kept shoving down on the brunette's face in 
hard, short strokes. She felt as if she were doing all the fucking, fucking 
herself and fucking Susan at the same time. Her mind whirled around and 
around until the first of the spasms hit her cunt. She felt Susan hunching 
wildly as if she were going out of control. Patty wiggled her finger deep 
inside the tight ass and kept her tongue mashing down onto the struggling 
clit. 

Susan loved it. She felt the wild spasms shake over her. From mouth to cunt 
they swept, making her hunch wildly and suck desperately. Patty felt the 
spasms hit Susan's cunt, then suddenly forgot everything but the explosion 
rippling down through her own tight pussy. Her clit popped into the 
brunette's sucking mouth and vibrated against the licking tongue. Then Patty 
came in a rush as violent as any she had felt that time with Bobby. She 
gripped tightly onto Susan and held her in place as she hunched her dripping 
cunt onto that stiff, fucking tongue. 

When it was finally over, Patty collapsed and lay cradled in the brunette's 
arms. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Amanda had never felt happier in her life. She had two men, although each of 
them, of course, didn't know about the other. She had decided she wouldn't 
tell Mike to leave her life. He was so good to her, and so good in bed. Now 
watching her daughter leaving on another date with Bobby she wondered about 
her son. "Mom?" 

Amanda shivered, rubbing her forefingers up and down her upper arms. It was 
funny how her son's voice could make her feel this way. She watched the red 
tail lights disappear around the corner, hearing her son enter the living 
room. They were alone, just as she had planned it. 

Brian's body was glistening from a hot shower. A white towel clung around 
his narrow waist. Amanda bit her lower lip. She wanted him so much. She was 
trembling, her long fingers icy and shivering as she stood there feeling 
faint with desire. Brian grinned, passing one hand over his flushed face and 
sauntering up to her. She could see the heavy swing of his cock and balls 
under the towel. 

"Damn it, I'm so fuckin' horny, Mom. I've been thinkin about you all day 
while Patty was yakkin' around here." 

Amanda passed one hand over her face while feeling her cunt start to swell 
open. She leaned heavily against one end of the couch, her knees trembling 
against one another. Brian was grinning more broadly at her, dropping one 
hand to the bulge in the center of the towel. 

She looked into his eyes, feeling her body melting. She felt more juices 
seeping from her cunt, wetting down her pussy hairs. Brian walked over to 
her, his towel slipping from his waist. 

She could see the cloth sliding down, revealing the groove separating his 
thighs from his lower torso. His nipples were erect while his massive chest 
rose and fell with each breath he took. He grabbed her gently but firmly 
around her elbows and drew her closer. She was drawn to her son, feeling her 
tits pillowing out against his chest while he bent down and kissed her hard 
on the mouth. 

Feeling her thighs warming against his, Amanda groaned again into that 
wonderful sucking mouth, feeling her son's hands kneading her asscheeks 
against one another. He spread her legs apart with his knees while kissing 
her deep. She could feel his cockmeat rubbing up against her dress. 

He took one of her hands, bringing it down and forcing her fingers up 
against his cock. She could feel it, feeling the heat nearly burning her 
fingers. He was hot, hotter than he had ever been. She shivered, pulling 
away from the kiss, wanting to do something more for her son. 

Slowly Amanda knelt to the floor, her fingers trembling along his naked 
thighs. She could hear him hissing in breaths as she gently licked her 
tongue along his smooth, flat belly. When she reached his crotch she felt 
the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. Cradling his balls, 
Amanda opened her mouth into a broad O, resting his cockhead on her lower 
lip, then pushing her head forward until she could feel his prick sliding 
over the top of her curling tongue. 

"Oh yeah, Mom, suck it, suck my dick down! Man, take that mother all the way 
down your throat!" 

Amanda flicked her tongue over and around her son's cock, tasting more and 
more cum oozing from the slit and washing around her throat. She could feel 
her cheeks puffing out from the bulk of cockmeat in her mouth while his 
balls started to pillow against her chin. Amanda sucked hard, cupping one 
hand around his balls and starting to roll them against one another as she 
sucked down until her nose flattened against her son's belly. 

She could hear Brian above her, could feel his fingers passing through her 
hair while she drew back once more, wriggling her tongue back and forth 
against the underside tube through which his cum would soon shoot. She could 
feel the throbbing of his prick against her puckered lips, and she shivered. 
She wanted to feel him inside her. Her cunt ached for the feel of his cock 
rodding through her cunt. 

"Mom ... God! You keep doin' that and I'm gonna shoot right down your 
throat!" 

Amanda slowed down her sucking, slowly drawing back until just the bloated 
head remained in her mouth. She could feel the satiny skin of his cockhead 
with her tongue. 

Amanda pulled back, wiping her mouth as she looked up at him as if he were a 
god. Reaching down, he pulled his mother up from the floor, gathering her up 
in his arms and leading her from the living room back to her bedroom. They 
turned into the bedroom, Brian closing and locking the door behind her. 

Brian looked wonderful standing there naked, his cock sticking straight out 
from his groin, glistening with her spittle. He came up to her, caressing 
her shoulders, slipping her cotton house dress off. 

Amanda sank onto the bed, crawling back while her cunt burned more and more 
just thinking about what her son was going to do with her. She felt the bed 
sagging under her ass as Brian crawled forward, his cock swaying softly from 
side to side, his balls pulled up against his scrotum. Amanda let out a soft 
little sigh, then fell back onto the bed, expecting her son's tongue to 
start licking up into her slit. 

She wasn't disappointed. In a moment Amanda could feel his mouth around her 
toes, sucking them while his fingers massaged her tense calves. He was 
starting out slowly purposely, teasing her while moving his mouth up toward 
her thighs. Amanda closed her eyes tightly, bringing her hands up to her 
tits and cupping them hard while trying to jerk her knees up. 

Brian kept her from moving too much, holding down her legs and keeping them 
apart while trickling his tongue farther and farther up toward her cunt. 
When he reached the sensitive spots just above her knees, he pushed her legs 
up, bending the knees back, back until they were nearly even with her tits. 
Amanda could feel the resulting strain pulling open her cunt. She groaned as 
his tongue trickled along the blood-engorged red flesh, pushing in, then 
pulling out, barely touching the tip of her clit. 

Amanda growled through clenched teeth, feeling his tongue slip back a little 
farther until it was touching her shitter. She remembered how her pussy 
throbbed in time with her asshole when she came so hard with Brian before. 
It would happen again. He was getting her shitter ready, working on it, 
making the nerves around there stand up and sing while he rolled her legs 
back a few more inches. 

He was doing it, fucking her asshole with his tongue, pushing it in while 
spreading her asscheeks slowly apart. He was raping her with his mouth, his 
moustache tickling across her pussy until Amanda thought she would die. 
Rocking her ass from left to right, she felt the slick rub of her cuntlips 
against one another. 

His fingers played with her ass, squeezing into the white taut flesh while 
his tongue flicked in and out of her asshole. Looking around her raised 
knees she could see Brian's fingers jerking up and down on his cockmeat. He 
was beating off, getting himself worked up while he ate out his mother's 
ass. 

It was too much for Amanda. She shut her eyes and rolled her ass more 
frantically, feeling the juice frothing from her cunt and running down her 
asscrack. She was going to beg him to fuck her when she felt his cock in her 
asscrack, sliding closer to her cunt. Biting down hard on her lower lip, 
Amanda shook the loose hair from her eyes, waiting for that feeling of the 
bloated cockhead pushing past her cuntlips and into her hole. 

But it didn't happen. Amanda's eyes flickered open while her jaw slackened. 
His cock was moving down toward her asshole. In a flash of thrilling 
realization Amanda knew her son was going to fuck her in the ass. She kicked 
her legs down, pushing her palms against his chest. 

"No, Brian! Don't! Please, let me get back down! No, Brian!" 

But he held firm, shaking the sweat from his face. He towered over her, his 
cock jabbing against the puckered flesh of her shitter. Amanda panicked, 
pushing away with all her strength. But she was too weak and her son too 
determined to ass-fuck her. The woman sobbed, tossing her head from side to 
side as she felt her son settle more firmly atop her body. 

"Oh yeah, Mom! Yeah, it's gonna feel real good havin' my prick in your ass!" 

"No!" 

Amanda felt his belly resting against hers, his cock dragging along until it 
was close, oh so very, very close to her shitter. Her cunt winked open and 
snapped shut, the tingling muscles engorged with blood and distended while 
more and more cuntjuice flooded out like melted butter. 

She screamed, arching her spine and pushing her head back when she felt his 
cockhead come to rest on her asshole. There was a moment when she thought 
her son was having second thoughts. 

"No! Ahhhhhh!" 

Amanda felt it, felt his cock shove hard down against her shithole. She beat 
the balls of her feet against her son's lower back, squirming away from that 
invading cock. 

"Hey, Mom, come on, it's something new. Bet you'll really like it," Brian 
panted, holding her down and trying to jab his cock into her ass. 

He spun her around on the bed, rolling her onto her belly, then pressing his 
fingers down firmly on her shoulder blades to keep her quiet for the moment. 
She could feel it, feel the drag of his hot stiff cock rubbing against the 
rounded tops of her asscheeks. Amanda sobbed into the pillow, her fingers 
digging into the soft case while her cunt rubbed teasingly against the 
wrinkled sheet under her. When she felt him pulling her up by the hips into 
a doggie position, Amanda knew what he was going to do. "Please, no!" 

He had more control of her now, avoiding her slapping hands as he brought 
her ass up against his groin. His fingertips dug into her thighs while he 
moved his knees up until they pressed against the backs of her legs. 
Amanda's mouth opened, hot rushes of air escaping over her lips while the 
blonde hair curtained her flushed face. How her cunt throbbed, burned, ached 
for something to slip into it. And Brian wasn't thinking of that at all. He 
was holding her bent over, his cock rubbing up and down against her sweaty 
asscrack. 

"Man, it's been a long time since I fucked anybody in a doggie position. 
It's a real turn-on," he whispered to himself, kissing his mother lightly 
between her jutting shoulders before bearing down. 

She felt his prick wedge hard against her asshole, pushing in the wrinkled 
flesh and sending a bolt of pain rushing up her spine. 

Amanda let out a little whimper, blinking away the tears as she tried to 
force herself to relax. Sucking in ragged gasps of air, Amanda let her spine 
curve down, her belly sagging slightly while her son readied himself for her 
ass-fuck. 

She could feel his cockhead pushing in, spreading her shitter lips apart 
while it slipped down into her bowels. Amanda tossed her head from side to 
side, her fingertips clawing into the sagging mattress. Her ass muscles 
cramped while her sphincter cinched down painfully against the invading 
prick. Brian half bent over her back, kissing her down her back, licking all 
the bumps and hollows while shifting his crotch from left to right. 

Reaching around one hip, he started stroking her cunt with one hand, his 
fingertips lightly brushing the juice-smeared hairs of her pussy while his 
thumb kept rubbing up and down over her clit. Amanda let out another sigh, 
this time one of delight as she felt her cunt snap shut on his probing 
fingers. Brian smiled, glad to see his mother was still aroused while his 
cock continued to press up against her asshole. 

Amanda let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as Brian pushed in, feeling her 
asshole relax. It was strange, awful in a way and yet awesome to feel a cock 
pushing into her bowels. Her knees fell apart a little farther, her ass 
starting to sag toward the mattress. Brian hefted her back up, pushing down, 
down into her asshole. Instinctively the woman opened her mouth, licking her 
lips as if that motion somehow would relieve the terrible pressure in her 
ass. 

Brian paused for a moment, gently slapping his mother's ass, then pushing in 
again, grunting all the while. After a moment her son let go of her hip, 
pushing his other hand around to her hanging tits. Amanda liked that, her 
asshole relaxing again as she felt fingers pinching her nipples. Squealing 
with delight, the woman rolled her ass around, starting to enjoy the slow 
intrusion of that wonderful cock pushing down into her bowels. 

Brian fucked his mother's cunt with his fingers, pushing two, then three 
into the drooling, steamy hole while continuing to pinch her nipples. Amanda 
let out another long low moan, closing her eyes and pushing back for all she 
was worth. He stroked her clit while fingerfucking her, pushing his cock in 
all the way until Amanda could feel his balls pillowing against her ass. He 
was in her all the way, the heat of his fucking cock making her bowels kink 
and expand itchily. 

"Ohhh, I've never felt ... felt anything like this before in my life!" 

Amanda could hardly speak, her throat tightening while she thought her heart 
would crash right through her rib cage. It was all she could do to keep from 
screaming as she felt his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. Then 
she felt Brian pulling back, his cock tugging against her bowels while her 
asshole went into spasms. The reversed tugging sent the woman into spasms, 
her body shivering and shaking while her clit became bloated and red. She 
pushed her ass back at her son, wriggling it as he nearly withdrew, then 
shoved back in, swearing and cursing at her. He started repeating that 
action, fucking in and out again and again, increasing his speed while 
riding her down into the bed. His fingers were moving more frantically, more 
greedily around her cunt while his groin beat savagely against her shivering 
ass. Amanda felt herself floating from the bed, each forward fuck-thrust 
blanking her mind more and more until all she could think about was her son 
and his slick, hot cock and the way it was rummaging around in her ass. 

"Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!" 

"Aw, yeah, Mom, gonna ... unnnnhhhhh, gonna fuck it out! Gonna cum! Christ, 
yeah, my prick's burnin' up!" he groaned, resting his head against hers. 

Amanda cried out as well, the sliding of his cock sending flashes of heat 
racing from her ravaged asshole to her cunt. She screamed, feeling Brian's 
body shuddering on top of hers. In another second she sensed the hot 
splashes of cum spattering against her bowel lining. He was cumming, his 
fat, low-hanging balls pumping in squirts of his cum while his fingers stuck 
into her cunt. It was more than she could take. 

Brian kissed her on the back of her neck, licking her and growing more and 
more slack in his movements while his hands caressed her body. How much life 
had turned around, Amanda thought, sinking to the bed with a sigh. Now, the 
son was teaching the mother. And what a teacher he was! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Patty was concerned about her brother, about the uneasy feelings he had 
stirred up in her. Fucking with Bobby was one thing. Doing that with her 
brother was another. All through school that day the young teen thought of 
nothing but her brother. She pictured Brian in his bathing suit, shirtless 
outside in the back with some of his buddies playing catch with the 
softball. 

Susan came up to her after school, leaning against the locker next to hers. 
Susan had been giving her fish-eyed looks this past week, and Patty had an 
idea why. She had enjoyed her time with the pretty, tall brunette, but 
enough was enough. She didn't want to make sleeping with someone like Susan 
a regular thing. 

"I've got to go. I'm in a hurry," Patty said, feeling her pulse quicken with 
the lie. She couldn't look the teen in the face. Susan could spot an untruth 
quickly. 

"You don't have to run like your panties are on fire," Susan countered, 
yawning and pretending to be slightly bored with her presence. "I thought 
I'd just come on over and let you know what's going on at your house." 

"There's nothing going on at our place ... no more than at yours," Patty 
countered coolly, pleased at Susan's surprise. 

"I didn't want to offend you," the girl said, recovering as Patty slammed 
her locker door. "But I thought you might be interested in what your mom's 
doing." 

"My ... my mother?" 

This was a new tack. She had been prepared for everything but this. She had 
been so wrapped up in her own problems and with her own thrills that Patty 
hadn't even considered Amanda having a life of her own, let alone a 
scandalous one. 

"Uhhuh," Susan said, proud of her obvious scoop. She narrowed her eyes, 
turning around and resting against the row of lockers. "You know that guy 
who's been working around your yard?" 

"Oh, him. You don't have to worry about him. I've been around every time 
he's been over there. Nothing's gone on. My mom doesn't even pay him any 
attention-" 

"That's how much you know," Susan said, arching her thin eyebrows and 
smiling all the more. "My mom found out from your neighbor, Mrs. Franks. It 
seems your mom got carried away a couple of days ago and didn't pull down 
the shades. She saw her and that guy wrestling around against the wall 
before they fell down. And the real interesting thing was that they were 
naked." 

"No! I don't believe you!" 

Patty's mind raced wildly around, trying to remember every thing about that 
guy. His name was Mike something. All she knew was that he was from UCLA, 
really good looking, and he treated her like a kid whenever she was around. 
That was one thing Patty didn't like about him. 

"Sure. Ask your neighbor. She's been keeping tabs on your mom. I think the 
only reason she hasn't told everybody's because she figures your mom would 
hole up and stop seeing him." 

"I don't believe you," she repeated again, this time more softly. 

"Besides," Susan said, rubbing up against Patty, sliding one hand around her 
waist while pushing the other under her shorts until it was touching her 
bare asscheeks, "Mrs. Franks probably sticks fingers up her cunt and jerks 
herself off while she watches your mom fuck that guy." 

"No!" 

Patty pulled away from Susan abruptly, nearly dropping her books. Susan said 
something, but Patty couldn't hear. She could only think of her mother and 
that man, topping her, sticking his cock into her, making Amanda jerk and 
jump with delight as much as she did when Bobby fucked her. 

"Patty...." 

Patty rushed down the steps, her long blonde hair flying out behind her. She 
blinked away her tears, not believing her mother could have a satisfying sex 
life any more. She was too old, too mature and settled to do anything, 
really. But the closer she ran to home the more she began to suspect that 
Susan was telling the truth. When she rounded the corner she stopped, 
catching her breath, hugging onto her books as she saw Mike standing in 
front of the house. He was rapping at the window and peering in, cupping his 
hands in front of his face. All the neighbors must be watching now. He might 
as well have stood naked on the front lawn and screamed out what he and her 
mother were doing behind those doors. She had to stop him. 

Rushing forward, Patty nearly was hit by a car. Mike was standing there 
gaping at her, attracted by the sound of the squealing tires. 

"Hi, your mom at home? I was supposed to finish up out back." 

"There's nothing out back to finish ... oh well, come on in." 

Patty had to get him out of the view of Mrs. Franks as well as the rest of 
the neighbors' sight. She opened the door, throwing her books carelessly on 
the hall table and wondering what she was supposed to do now. Was Susan 
telling the truth? It sounded as if she were earlier. But now here in the 
house, Patty wasn't all that certain. The thought of Mike and her mother 
fucking seemed almost ridiculous. 

"What've you got to do back there anyway?" Patty asked, turning around and 
leaning against the sofa. She would try, she thought, to flirt with him. If 
he came on strong, then she would have a good idea if he were really a stud. 
Purposely the girl leaned back, her tits seeming to poke out more 
seductively than ever while her cunt tingled and grew warm and tight. 

"Oh, just a few more things," Mike said, his interest in her obvious. She 
watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat while his breathing 
increased. Patty's heart sank. Susan was probably right. She started to move 
away from the couch, wondering if she should tell her brother about her 
suspicions or not when she felt Mike catch her by the right upper arm. 

"What are you doing?" 

He was grinning down at her, his fingers working over her flesh as he drew 
her closer. Patty guessed right away what was on his mind and struggled 
backward, her ass jiggling from the effort. 

"You want it bad. I can see that in your eyes," he whispered, drawing her up 
to him. 

Patty was horrified. First her mother, then her. She leaned her head back, 
her fingers clawing at his T-shirt while her feet kicked against his shins. 
Mike winced, but still held onto the teen. 

In a moment she could tell he wasn't wearing any shorts. She could feel the 
hot bulge of his cock against her belly. He must have been expecting her 
mother to be hot to fuck him today. Patty tried wheeling around, screaming 
at him to let her go. But then Mike jerked her forward, his fingers 
tightening around her shoulders like vise clamps while he dropped his head 
down and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

Patty felt his tongue piercing into her mouth, wriggling over hers while his 
body ground against her tits and belly. He was so big, so tall, so 
overwhelming. Bobby was impressive. But this man was more certain of 
himself, more mature, driving away all her doubts and fears with that one 
tonguing kiss. Patty moaned into his mouth, still beating her fists like 
cotton balls against his chest. But now she didn't mean it. And when Mike 
let the kiss trail off Patty found herself resting her cheek against one 
side of his face. 

She breathed heavily, hard, feeling herself leaning against him as if she 
would fall. She felt her heart thudding wildly against her rib cage while 
his hands moved down, gathering up the hem of her dress and working in hot 
little circles until she felt his callused fingers sliding up under the leg 
bands of her panties. In another moment her briefs were down around her 
knees while his fingers were pressing into her ass, separating the taut pert 
little asscheeks, then sliding into her asscrack. 

Patty moaned, her head falling back as she felt him pushing one finger up 
against her swelling cuntal mound. The touch of it, the sensation of that 
finger wriggling back and forth over her hot crack and then slipping in made 
the young blonde teen wriggle her ass more excitedly than ever. Hot tingly 
bolts of sexual electricity rushed through her pussy, making her jump up and 
down while her breath came in hot little gasps. 

Mike laughed softly in one ear, flicking his tongue into the waxy canal 
while his hands were doing wonderful things to her ass and cunt. It was when 
she felt him pushing one finger into her shitter that the girl bucked her 
ass forward, letting out lusty little grunts. 

"Not here. Upstairs," she whispered, knowing she would draw the blinds fast. 

Mike nodded, rubbing her hand first against his crotch. She could feel it, 
feel that long thick cock throbbing against the warm damp material of his 
fly. Patty led him quietly down the hall to her room. 

"Come on, get undressed." 

Mike helped her, walking up and holding her gently by the shoulders while 
working his fingers against the pearl colored buttons of her white summer 
blouse. She could feel the garment loosening around her shoulders, then 
sliding off. Nuzzling his mouth against the base of her throat, Mike worked 
her bra loose, letting the halter tumble down. She felt his fingers reach up 
greedily for her tits, cupping the rounded bottoms and squeezing them while 
he dropped his face and started licking at her pendulous tits. 

Patty's knees trembled, knocking against one another. She loved feeling his 
tongue scrape over her stiff, tingly nubs. Her cunt winked shut, juice 
trickling down her shivering inner thighs while she curled her toes against 
the soles of her sandals. She felt drunk, swaying back and forth as she 
tried to pull in more air through her flared, burning nostrils. 

He smiled down at her again, moving up and kissing her hard on the mouth a 
second time while working her skirt off. Patty threw her thin arms around 
him in an instinctive move, hugging him close, Mike smiled understandingly 
and brought them down, walking her backward to the bed. 

She was down on it, sliding back, her thumbs around the waistband of her 
panties. With a sly grin Patty shoved down her panties, kicking them free. 
Mike's eyes rounded as he bent over and touched her pussy with his fingers. 

"Man, I love your cunt." 

It didn't take Mike too long to get undressed, pulling off his sweaty, damp 
T-shirt, then tugging open his jeans and shoving them down to the floor. It 
was only when he started stepping from them that Patty saw his cocklong, 
thick, horse-like, enough to split her pussy wide open. 

In another second he was in bed, towering over her, bending down while 
licking her right tit with his tongue. He sucked the whole nipple into his 
mouth, biting down teasingly while scraping the sensitive nub with his 
tongue. Patty went wild, squirming her ass against the mattress while 
arching her spine and pushing her head back. 

Grabbing his shoulders, the teen felt herself coming apart. She was letting 
all restraint go, bouncing her ass up and down until she could hear the 
headboard clattering against the wall behind her while her legs drummed 
against the coverlet. Patty felt jolts of delightful pleasure sparking up 
from her cunt every time he bit down onto her nipples. 

Patty couldn't stop herself from moving. Then she concentrated on the hot, 
hard cock rubbing up and down against her inner thighs. He was working 
himself up, deliberately crawling up her body until his cockhead was only 
inches from her wet, throbbing cunt. His grip tightened around her shoulders 
as his knees pushed hers apart. He was going to fuck her now, his breath 
heavy against the side of her face. 

Patty let out another happy sigh, about to say something when Mike cupped 
her face and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue all the way until it was 
touching the back of her throat. She gasped, her legs springing apart while 
his cockhead started jabbing against her pussy. Patty let out a muffled cry, 
clinging to his neck as if that would somehow help things. She felt her 
nipples scraping against his chest hair while Mike muttered something 
obscene in her ear. She felt one hand slipping under her back. He moved her 
around, teasing her with his cock, pretending he was about ready to fuck her 
then drawing back. 

Patty whimpered, her cunt getting very hot. Then she felt that double-lobed 
hot cockhead shoving down into her, pushing apart her cuntlips and working 
in. Her cuntal muscles contracted, milking at the slick hot invader. Mike's 
breath caught, his eyes focusing down on her. 

"Christ, there aren't too many girls who can do that," he gasped. "Ohhhhh!" 

Patty worked her hips more wildly, pleased that she could excite this older 
man. He was breathing harder now, holding her down while shoving his cock 
into her harder. Patty rolled her head from side to side, feeling 
perspiration trickling down the sides of her face. 

Curious, Patty brought one hand down and pushed it between their hot 
bellies, sliding it down until she could feel the ridged glossy cockhead wet 
with her own pussy juices. She moved her hand up and down, feeling his 
prick. She could feel the veins, feel the way the thin, taut skin was 
throbbing more and more each time she touched it. 

Mike groaned, his hipbones bumping against hers. In another moment she 
shivered, her shoulders wallowing against the bed. Mike was fucking her in 
sharp jerky little moves, angling his body purposely up so his cock would 
scratch over the top of her clit. Patty came unglued, her legs jerking up 
then falling back down against the bed, whipping up and down as she writhed 
against the big stud. 

Mike worked her up all the way then kept her there dangling, purposely 
keeping her from reaching climax. The girl was drenched in sweat, jerking 
her hips from side to side, rolling her ass around while he cupped her taut 
buns and started working them against one another. Patty saw white stars 
exploding behind her rolled-up eyes again and again. 

"Going in, baby, going in all the way," he groaned, pushing his cock into 
her until his balls rested against her ass. 

Patty could feel that massive prick throbbing hot and deep inside her. Then 
he pulled out all the way, her cuntal walls collapsing and wriggling against 
one another. She bounced her ass up and down, prancing it hotly in the air 
while Mike continued to impale her on his fat, long cock. She was going 
wild, demanding more. 

The girl felt the hot pussy juices running down her flailing thighs as she 
kicked her legs in the air once more and cinched down hard on Mike's fucking 
prick. This time she could only slow him down. He was grunting, his face red 
with effort, his eyes blazing with determination. He fucked her down deep, 
his cock throbbing against her womb. 

Patty let out a howl, screwing up her ass and holding it there tremblingly 
in mid-air. She felt the hot spasms of climax rush through her, making her 
clit burn as if someone had set it on fire. She was cumming, cumming with 
her mother's lover's cock in her. 

Mike bit her throat lightly, tonguing her while letting out a string of 
obscenities. In another second she could feel something hot and wet 
splashing around inside her. It was so good feeling his cum burning through 
her cuntal walls like acid. 

The lights of the world seemed to go out when Patty reached the howling peak 
of her climax. Whipping her legs back and forth, the young girl felt herself 
falling down a dark, dark abyss as she came and came and came with this 
wonderful, wonderful man. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Amanda lay on her bed naked, drawing her fingertips lightly along her 
thighs. She thought of her son, of Mike, even of her late husband. They had 
all made her feel so satisfied, so delighted with life. Now the house was 
quiet. She'd seen Patty's books on the hall table and guessed her daughter 
had run out for one thing or other. Patty was a good girl. She'd be back in 
time for dinner. 

Amanda sighed, feeling her cunt tighten as she drew one finger over the 
jagged, moist crack. "Mom?" 

Amanda sat bolt upright, looking at her clothes scattered on the floor. It 
had been a hard day of shopping. She had exhausted herself and now only 
wanted to lie down and rest for a while. Brian's voice startled her into 
action. Scratching her dress from the floor Amanda was about to slip it on 
when the door burst open. Standing there was Brian, and just behind him 
Mike. Amanda could have fallen to the floor in a faint. 

"What ... what are you doing here with ... with him?" 

"There's another question that's better. What've you been doing with him, 
Mom?" 

Amanda blanched, wanting to slam the door in their faces. Instead she sat 
there on the bed, clutching at her dress nervously, draping it over her 
naked body as she studied the two young men in front of her. 

"I saw Patty and him coming out of the house a while ago. She was all bent 
out. I couldn't figure out why and started to rough him up a little. Patty 
freaked and ran," Brian explained, stepping into his mother's room and 
ruffling his hair back with one hand. "But then Mike pushed me back in here 
and calmed me down. We talked, and he told me a couple of things about him 
and you. You've been fucking around a long time, huh, Mom?" 

Amanda shook her head from side to side. Her carefully structured world had 
come crashing down around her ears in no time at all. She looked at her son, 
then at Mike, then back at her son once more. They were studying her the way 
scientists study small animals in a cage. It was awful. Amanda moved back on 
the bed, drawing the dress more tightly to her tits. 

Mike stepped in behind Brian, closing the door. Brian grabbed the dress, 
ripping it from his mother's grip and tossing it on the dresser behind him. 
Amanda threw her arms protectively over her tits, scooting back on the bed 
while the men approached her. Her son's face was wearing a thin smile while 
Mike began pulling off his T-shirt. 

"What ... what are you doing?" 

"Since you've been fuckin' us one at a time, there's no reason why you can't 
fuck us together," Brian said, catching one ankle and drawing her back to 
the foot of the bed. 

Amanda was stunned. She could see the bulge in her son's trousers and knew 
he was hot. Worse, she could see Mike was ready to take her on no matter 
what. 

"I've heard about mother-son things, but this is the first time I've ever 
seen it. Wild. It's gonna be great doing it with you two." 

"No, no, this is insane!" 

Amanda once more tried to wriggle free, but Brian held her wrists firmly, 
breaking the grip only to loosen his pants and wriggle them down. Mike 
helped him slip out of his boots. In a moment he was naked, his cock 
half-hard as he slid on top of his mother and started hunching his cock 
against her thighs. Amanda pulled her head away, her teeth clenching as she 
writhed in humiliation on the bed. Mike was there, staring down at them, 
watching as her own son fucked his mother. 

"Fuck her," he hissed, stepping out of his jeans and throwing them over the 
chair. 

Mike knelt down in front of them, pushing their legs apart. Taking the hint, 
Brian raised his body, his cock jerking up and popping against his flat 
belly. In a second Amanda felt something hot and wet licking over her cunt 
and slicking the tender skin between her cunt and ass. She let out a long 
hot sigh, the tickling sensation making her want to snap her thighs 
together. She hunched her ass up, moaning while she felt the tip of his 
tongue lick around the stretched edges of her sensitive cunt. The rough 
surface raked along the tensed red flesh, then darted in. 

Amanda panted as she felt the flicking tongue brush the underside of her 
clit. Brian went wild watching his mother turn into a hot whore under him. 
He shoved his hips down, trying to get his cock into her tight cunt. He 
ground down accidentally into Mike's head, pushing him against the woman's 
cuntlips. 

"Oh, no, no, no, nooooooo!" 

Amanda couldn't get over the feel of two men fighting over her now, one of 
them being her own son. She wriggled her ass over the mattress, feeling the 
material gathering up under her thrashing ass as she felt hands gripping 
her, feeling her, petting her. 

Mike backed away, keeping himself still in the valley of their writhing 
legs. As soon as his head was out of the way he could hear the squish of 
Brian's cock sinking into the juicy cunt. Amanda let out another wailing 
cry, her knees jerking up while her spine arched like a bridge. He reached 
out and pulled on the woman's thighs, holding her wide open while Brian 
threw in a few quick hunches. 

"Hey, if you want to make it really wild, slide all the way out and lemme 
eat her pussy in between your fucking." 

"Yeah, yeah...." 

Brian was panting hard, bracing his body on his knees and elbows. Surging up 
on the next stroke, he twisted his cock all the way out of his mother's 
tight hole. His prick sprang free like a broken spring, trembling wildly as 
he held it away from Amanda's pussy. She ground her cunt up, screaming 
through clenched teeth. 

But soon she felt something else servicing her cunt, something delightful 
and all-encompassing. Mike was eating her out. It felt so odd when she felt 
the stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. 
She tried to snap her legs shut. But Mike had his hands pressing out against 
her inner thighs, holding her open for his licking. 

Amanda breathed in air with long, ragged breaths to feed her burning lungs. 
It was unbelievable, wonderful feeling her clit being teased by the rough 
licking surface. She chanted obscenities again and again as her womb and 
clit and nipples throbbed in time with one another. She begged Mike to eat 
her while her son licked the base of her throat, finally wriggling his 
tongue down into her mouth. Spittle frothed around the corners of her 
stretched lips, running down her chin and throat while Mike stabbed his 
tongue in as deeply as he could, tickling her cuntlips with the tips of his 
fingers. 

Amanda felt herself flying up from the mattress as Mike pulled away. 

"Fuck her, man. Fuck your old lady good," he commanded, wiping his mouth 
with the back of one hand. 

Brian nodded, shaking the sweat from his forehead and fitting his bloated 
cockhead into her throbbing crack. He pushed himself down, his eight thick 
inches shoving into the hot cunt once more. 

Amanda loved feeling his cock sinking into her. The slippery tissues of her 
cunt curled around his prick while Amanda curled her fingers around his 
upper back and scratched them down his flesh. He bolted like a horse bit by 
spurs, rearing up while staring wide-eyed at his twisting mother. 

"Do it, fuck me, do it!" 

Grunting half in pain, half in delight, Brian gave a series of short, rapid 
strokes. His cock slid down into her tight cunt again and again. Amanda went 
mad, her ass straining up as she shoved her tight pussy onto the throbbing 
prick. She could feel her son's body tensing with pleasure, and then shove 
down, sending his cock careening into her cunt. 

She moaned again and again as she twisted her body around in frantic little 
hunches under him. She could feel his cock slipping around in her pussy with 
each movement they made. The throbbing fat head of his long cock pushed and 
probed deep in her cunt. Her nipples burned and throbbed with the same 
intensity. As they crushed closer and closer together, every square inch of 
her flesh became alive and hot. 

"Hey, don't shoot off yet," Mike said. 

Brian knew what Mike wanted. He stopped fucking, pulling out, drawing out 
gouts of cunt juice while Mike wriggled between them again. 

Amanda could feel his tongue lashing around her cunt, getting her hotter and 
hotter. She could feel the pointy tip running around the straining edge of 
her cunt before probing deep into her pussy. The woman couldn't believe what 
her pussy was doing. She groaned, wailing away as the greasy meat of Brian's 
cock throbbed, the head looking as if it were about to explode. She threw 
her hips into the air, jerking up and down, bouncing her ass against the 
shaking bed. She grunted through her teeth, unable to say one word, thinking 
only of one thing. Cumming. Cumming. 

Amanda was going wild. She threw her hips up to Mike's face while she could 
feel her son's cock rubbing against her belly. Her soft legs fought to close 
over his head. 

Mike had to strain with his hands to keep them from trapping him against her 
cuntlips. The hotter she got the more he liked it, sticking his tongue all 
the way in. The feel of her wet pussy lifting up to get licked, sucked and 
fucked sent tremors racing through the young stud. 

"Man, get outta the way. I've gotta fuck her. I've gotta fuck her!" 

Brian couldn't wait any longer. The nerve ends in his cock stretched to the 
tearing point. Holding the hot, twisting woman under him without getting his 
cock into her was the worst form of torture he had ever felt. Growing wild, 
he shoved down as Mike slid out of the way. She urged her son on, shoving 
her hips up hard while he drove his cock in all the way. 

Amanda screamed, her body clutching and convulsing while her cunt snapped 
shut, shaking Brian's cock until his balls started pumping up gouts of 
steamy white jism. It was more than she could have hoped for. 

Mike squirmed out from under them and knelt next to her head. She knew what 
she had to do, opening her mouth and taking in the full throbbing length of 
his prick. Mike leaned forward, curling his fingers around the headboard and 
hunching down while Brian threw more powerful fucking strokes into his 
mother's cunt. 

The last wonderful thing Amanda remembered of that episode was the feeling 
of her son's cock burying itself in her cunt and shooting out gobs of more 
and more cum. At the same time Mike leaned heavily against her, rodding his 
cock into her mouth, spilling his jism down her throat as she licked and 
sucked down every bit of cum she could pull out. 

"Man, oh man, she's nuts, really nuts for cock," Mike gasped, calming down. 

"And she's out, man. Mom? Christ, it knocked her out!" 

"That's wild. It's good, too. We're gonna go nuts over her for a long, long 
time." 

Yes, Amanda thought, drifting off into another world. It would be nice, 
incredibly nice to have that happen to her. How good now to have two men, 
each wanting her. And one was her son. Oh, life was good! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Patty was confused and terrified. She had seen her brother go wild, he and 
Mike practically brawling right there in front of her house! She had run, 
feeling as if she would die if she stood there and kept screaming as she 
had. Mrs. Frank across the way was on her stoop, gaping at the spectacle of 
two brawny men pushing one another into the house while cursing. The young 
girl sniffed, walking slowly along Colorado Boulevard as rush hour traffic 
thickened on the main drag to her right. 

The girl shuffled down the crowded boulevard, not watching where she was 
going. In a moment she found herself bumping hard into someone, the crash 
nearly sending her down to the sidewalk pavement. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm ... Bobby!" 

Bobby was standing there, boyish, a shock of hair dangling in his eyes. Mike 
was far more mature, more studied in his fucking. But Bobby wasn't related 
to the house and its growing problems, she thought with a sigh. She could be 
alone with him without worrying about her mother or brother or anybody else 
spying on them. Hooking one arm through his she leaned heavily against him, 
walking with him toward the shopping mall. 

Bobby said nothing for a while, patting her fingers, knowing she was upset 
about something. When they had passed the mall he stopped, turning her and 
holding her gently around the waist. Patty felt her heart swell. Maybe she 
should stay in her own league for a while. Mike represented the adult world, 
and that sphere seemed too complicated right now. 

She stood on tip-toe and kissed him lightly on the chin, feeling him shudder 
against her thin body. She knew what he wanted. Bobby licked his lips, his 
eyes narrowing, focusing in on her, boring down into her until her very soul 
shivered with lust. 

"You know, my mom's visiting her sister up in St. Paul, and my dad's still 
at work. Probably balling the secretary." 

The two of them giggled, Patty leaning heavily again against him and sighing 
happily. The thought of being with Bobby now excited her terribly. She felt 
like a little animal, wild and free as long as she stayed away from the cage 
of her house. Smoothing her fingers over her upper arms to knock down some 
of the goose bumps she nodded briskly, smiling up into his eyes. 

"Come on, let's go." 

They walked quickly, the brisk pace making Patty breathe all that much 
harder than before. People passed them, bumping into her at times. But Patty 
saw nothing except Bobby next to her. She could think of nothing else except 
his hard body pressing into hers. 

When they reached the darkened house, Patty nearly ran up the stairs, 
stopping herself only because she was concentrating on acting the part of a 
lady-that is, until they reached his bedroom. 

"I thought about you a lot lately. I was hoping I'd run into you like this," 
Bobby said, his eyes wide with wonder and expectation. 

The rest was a blur for the teen. She felt his hands gripping her, holding 
her while his mouth pressed wetly down against hers. She felt her lips 
flattening back while his hands rubbed greedily over her plump ass. Clothes 
slid from her body. She could feel his bare chest now, hot and smooth, 
pressing against her tits, making her nipples itch and throb all the more. 

All that mattered was now the touch of his hands on her tits, the feel of 
his hairy legs pressing against hers as they tumbled backward onto his 
double bed. And then there was the touch of his hot cockhead rubbing life 
into her pussy. 

Patty could feel the rush of her juices flowing from her cunt, readying her 
pussy for his cock. Her cunt was already hot, so very, very hot. It snapped 
shut with each touch of his prickhead while her asshole winked open again 
and again. Bobby sensed her growing excitement, reaching around with one 
hand and milking her ass. 

When she felt one finger straying around her shitter she pushed down. Too 
late. He'd found her asshole, stabbing the digit deep into it until he had 
the young girl screaming for more. She raised her knees, kicking at the air 
while Bobby rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of her cuntal 
mound. 

"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck...." 

Patty felt the knob of his cock pressing right over her clit. She sighed, 
feeling the electric charge seeping from the hot trigger. She brought her 
feet around, sliding them back and forth against Bobby's thighs as she felt 
his body shivering atop hers. He was hot, as hot as she was as he dry-fucked 
her. Sucking and biting at her neck, he was ready to slide his prick all the 
way in right now. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck, gonna fuck!" 

He was pricking her shitter with his fingernails, experimenting with her, it 
seemed, until he jabbed two fingers into her asshole without warning. 
Patty's eyes flickered open, her mouth wide while she let out strangled, 
gurgling sounds. 

She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding the greasy crack of her 
cuntflesh over his cockhead. She squirmed, trying to slide onto the thick 
stalk of cockmeat. She let out another low moan that seeped from her throat. 
She wanted that cock deep in her. Grinding up, banging her hips against 
Bobby's, Patty rubbed her nipples against the young man. In that instant, 
she felt his bulbous cockhead spread her sticky cuntlips apart and start 
penetrating her pussy. 

Patty twisted her head around, pressing one damp cheek against the pillow 
and feeling the steamy, belly-filling cock push in. She twisted her hips, 
pressing her cunt up onto his prick more and more. Bobby grunted with 
satisfaction, shoving forward and up. With a slippery slide, his cockhead 
popped in. 

Patty had never felt so hot before in her young life. She lay there quietly, 
concentrating on her cunt, thinking about the way her pussy was split wide 
open right now. He was in her all the way, rubbing his cockhairs against her 
clit and sending more hot chills exploding down into her belly. She rested 
on his fat cock. It was throbbing and jerking around in her guts like a tiny 
hot frightened animal, filling her up, making her open her mouth while Bobby 
rubbed her tits against one another. Oh, she liked that, liked the way he 
was forcing her nipples to slip against each other while he started giving 
her quick, fucking hunches with his cock. 

He kissed her hard, groaning into her mouth while the rising heat in her 
cunt made her move. She could hear the mattress and springs squeaking under 
her while her body slid on a thick coating of perspiration between her and 
Bobby. In a moment she could hear herself sobbing and gasping for more, 
clawing her way up, up, dragging herself up to the top of some invisible 
wall that kept her from climax. 

His fingernails dug into her asscheeks, forcing her rolling hips to meet his 
while he started fucking her in a long, heavy rhythm. Patty came unglued as 
she ground her clit against him and loved the sensation of stretching in her 
cunt. Every bump of his cock against her sent more exciting, exploding bolts 
of delight rushing through her. She was vibrating, twisting around as she 
forced herself up on his big cock now. 

Patty knew she was close. She moved her ass in tight little circles, feeling 
his cock stirring her insides like a big spoon. The mass of itchy hot 
tension in her belly was swelling more and more, making her dig her 
fingernails into his shoulders once again and buck her body up. Patty felt 
her body floating away from his room as her body seemed to turn into a 
melting, rubbery mass. The whirling ball of hunger took over completely, her 
mind going blank until she thought she was going to go mad. 

Patty tossed her body from side to side, her brain whirling around and 
around as she felt climax settle down on her like a terrible red cloud. She 
blinked her eyes open, staring at the ceiling while the juggling, rocking, 
pitching motion of the bed tossed the fuck-welded couple against one 
another. Patty felt the simmering heat climb up higher and higher into her 
brain, making her skull feel as if she were going to blow to pieces. 

"Now, Patty, uhhhh ... oh no, no, can't hold back, can't ... ooooohhhhh 
yeah!" 

She let out a deep, sobbing gasp, pressing tight against him. Her cuntal 
mouth hurt from all the fucking friction. Still she wanted more, more 
sensation, more flames burning through her. Her entire body seemed to bulge 
with excitement as she teetered there on the brink of climax. 

Patty exploded, her mind shattering while she wept and struggled, her fists 
beating against the man atop her. Bobby growled, pinning her down, holding 
her trapped against the bed while his balls tightened, then started pumping 
his jizz into her. Patty jerked her head from left to right until it was a 
blur, her cuntal walls gripping down on the shooting cock like a giant 
greasy fist. 

It seemed to last forever. When it was over, Bobby slumped against her, 
kissing her softly on the cheek. He seemed more mature in his fucking. He 
had learned something, something she liked. Patty smiled weakly as he 
brushed the soft blonde hair from her face. How much she'd learned, Patty 
thought as she felt her cunt slackening around the boy's cock. And how much 
she would have to learn before she was really a woman. Well, there was time. 

Back at home, Amanda was pulling her lips off her son's cock, feeling Mike's 
cock slow down its rummaging movement in her pussy. Her knees felt 
comfortable there sinking into the mattress while her tits brushed softly 
against her son's legs. It had been nice, sucking Brian off while getting 
fucked by Mike. The two boys were acting in tandem better now, each one 
playing off the other while stoking her up to her maximum. 

"You'll have to calm Patty down when she comes home," Brian said, his arms 
folded behind his head as his mother gave his cum-smeared cock another lick 
before letting it drop down her lips. 

"I'll take care of it. Just you two don't forget to take care of me," she 
said softly while Mike massaged her ass. 

The boys laughed. No, she didn't think she would have a problem in that 
area. Things would go on as normal, perhaps even better than before. Oh, 
life was so damned good! Amanda could have sung for joy, but instead 
concentrated on the heat in her cunt. Oh yes, yes, life was good! 


THE END
