Mother Loves Brother
by Jennifer Palmer 


FOREWORD 

In this age of increasing permissiveness, we witness rampant adultery, 
premarital intercourse and homosexuality as accepted practices, all of which 
are vaguely classed under the popular heading, "Swinging". As the mass media 
grinds out more and more tales of "the new morality", it seems that we in 
western society are now tending to dissociate ourselves from the traditional 
standards of morality and decency. And yet, if one takes the time to 
consider the problem rationally, there are still dark areas in the public 
conscience that have not been-perhaps will never be-given popular 
acceptance. This "forbidden fruit" consists primarily of the forces which 
endanger the family, the nuclear unit of our civilization, possibly our own 
high-powered age's only link with the gender past. 

In this shocking new novel, authoress Jennifer Palmer deals squarely with 
one of the most frightening spectres that can threaten a home-the passionate 
love of a teenaged girl for her illegitimate brother. Set in a plush 
California suburb, this story boldly relates the plight of April Westingway, 
a beautiful stable-owner, who must come to grips with the knowledge that her 
daughter, Brooke, has unknowingly fallen in love with April's son by a man 
who is not her husband. The lovely woman's life is further complicated by 
the attentions of one of her husband's friends, a sadistic millionaire who 
would stoop to any ruse to possess April. Day by day, the moral fiber of 
this outwardly-normal family is eaten away by circumstance and the 
uncontrollable passion of the two teenagers for each other. It is a shaken 
and lust-ridden household to which April's husband, Lee, returns after a 
lengthy absence. His efforts to bring his family together once again provide 
one of the most startling climaxes in literary history. 

We, the Publishers, are honored to be able to present "Mother Loves Brother" 
to our readership. It is a masterwork of family drama and intrigue and we 
are sure that all who read it will feel a genuine sense of wonder at the 
powerful family love and warmth portrayed in these pages. And as for those 
philosophical naysayers who might claim that the family has died as a modern 
institution, we humbly suggest that they read this book and learn that there 
is no limit to the potential of a family's love for each other. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

April Westingway stood watching the sleek thoroughbred horses breezing 
through their workouts under the early morning lukewarm sun. Oh God, she 
thought inwardly, how beautiful Del Mar Racetrack is at this time of year! 
The many different kinds of flowers in the infield were in full bloom and 
seemed like a grandiose blaze of colors melting into each other. One lone 
seagull circled slowly over the track on light wings, wheeling steadily 
lower and capturing the gorgeous thirty-four year old blonde's attention for 
a fleeting moment. 

If only she had someone with whom to share all this, the adventure and 
excitement of racing fine horses. As she watched the splendid, high-strung 
animals galloping around the damp turf of the oval raceway, she tried to 
ignore the intense stares of the men who were standing alongside her at the 
rail. One fat, crude-looking man, Pepi Erban, her trainer, was gawking at 
her with all the coarse greed that he displayed when looking over a horse he 
planned to buy for her. Since her husband had left her, she had no one to 
protect her from the bold eyes of men who seemed naturally to lust after her 
voluptuously formed body; she had no one to "beat them off, as he used to 
day. And now, as she stood there by herself, hearing the hooves of the 
horses thudding down the backstretch like muffled pistons, she felt the 
leering gazes of the men around her burning through her clothing in an 
attempt to mentally fondle the exciting shape of her lithe young body 
beneath. 

"How are you this morning, April?" Pepi asked pointedly, raking his 
heavy-lidded eyes over her as he added: "You sure look good to me ... You 
always do." 

"Good morning, Pepi," she replied, arching her back slightly as the 
disturbing crudeness of his voice reached her ears. He was such a pig and he 
debased everything he touched, or even thought of and yet she knew she 
needed him to keep her stable of horses in top form. "How is Wry June 
working this morning?" 

"She's coming right along, baby. She'll eat up the track when she runs that 
fourth race," he assured her as he moved closer, placing one of his beefy 
hands on her shoulder and running his thick fingers down the full length of 
her arm. Oh why, why had she ever allowed her husband, to leave her? ... Why 
had she failed to be enough woman for him? Lee could be here beside her 
right now and this beast, Pepi, would not dare to run his filthy paws all 
over her. 

She felt goose bumps rise up on her skin and pulled away from Pepi's lewd 
crawling touch, trying harder to concentrate on the running horses as she 
did so. The well-bred animals were so strong, so clean and powerful and it 
was always a thrilling physical experience for her when she watched them 
stretching out their long legs as they tore down the track. But her hired 
trainer's unwanted presence beside her, his foul breath and the overwhelming 
aroma of his sweaty body, made her wish with all her heart that she was back 
at Willow run, her elegantly sprawling ranch-home only a few minutes' drive 
from the racetrack. 

* * * 

"Oh, hurry! I can't wait now!" Emma cried out imploringly as Jackie, the 
Westingway's sixteen year-old house guest, slid his middle finger in and out 
of her hair-framed cuntal opening, causing the impassioned twenty-three year 
old maid to gasp and twist on the bed like a pretty wildcat. She writhed 
under the handsome boy's daring manipulations, heaving her naked loins 
upward in an attempt to engulf the full length of the lewdly probing finger. 
By God, it was a good way to start the day, the lush-bodied young servant 
grinned secretly, thinking how lucky she was to be with the virginal 
youngster this way, helping him lose his cherry when she was supposed to be 
working downstairs in the kitchen. She ground her moist, warm pubic mound 
against him harder as she became more and more excited by her own 
wantonness, moaning softly as the dark-haired teen-ager's head bent downward 
to fasten his mouth softly over one of her rounded white breasts, his tongue 
flicking out wetly to lick at the cherry-like bud of her desire-hardened 
nipple. She had to have him right away, wanted to feel his tender young 
penis inside her and she began to grope down between their nakedly straining 
bodies in search of his thickly rigid cock. It jerked violently when her 
soft fingertips touched it lightly, her sharp nails tracing around the 
throbbing blood-filled head with teasing gentleness. 

Jackie wormed his middle finger in deeper between the swollen wet lips of 
her pussy, reaming it in and out of her pulsing cunt in an ever-widening 
circular motion until she was on the verge of screaming out with shameless 
desire for this good-looking boy. 

"Oh yes, yes, do it to me! Do it theeerrre!" she wailed with a pleading 
sound in her voice, unaware of anything in the world but the delightful 
aching sensation in her lust-inflamed cunt. The sexy, full-bodied young maid 
had no idea that they were being watched by her employer's lovely 
seventeen-year old daughter, Brooke Westingway, who stood with an expression 
of shock on her finely-chiseled face as she peered in at them from just 
outside the bedroom doorway. 

A few moments before, Brooke had slid open the large glass door of her own 
bedroom and stepped out on the balcony to look at the ocean. As she had 
stood there feeling the mild morning breeze slip under the folds of her 
beach robe and caress her naked flesh underneath, she had suddenly heard a 
cry coming from the bedroom adjoining her own. She had quickly gone inside 
and out into the hallway, where she had spied the partially open door next 
to her room. 

"Oh ... oooohh ... It feels so goooodddd!" she heard a woman's voice moan 
ecstatically. Then she recognized the two people tightly entwined on the 
bed-Jackie and the maid, Emma! As innocent and inexperienced as she was, 
even Brooke could tell what the two naked people were doing in there and the 
mere recognition of the lewd act made the ravishing young redhead recoil and 
turn slightly in order to run away from the jolting spectacle. Only pure awe 
and fascination made her continue to stand there, her green eyes wide with 
shock as she drank in the sight of the brown-haired boy's lithe form heaving 
back and forth eagerly between the maid's wide-stretched legs, their 
perspiration-coated bodies working together in the abandoned but steady 
rhythm of sexual intercourse. He was grinding his lean body down on Emma, 
moving fast and twisting and she was thrusting her smooth white hips up hard 
against him. 

Brooke stared as if hypnotized while the sex-crazed pair increased the pace 
of their obscene lunges against each other's wildly aroused bodies, gasping 
quietly as she saw Jackie's right hand clamp down firmly around Emma's 
heavily upthrust breast, squeezing its softness like dough as he stroked his 
long thin penis in and out of the maid's pliant cream-white belly. 

"Oh Jesus, put it in farther," Emma groaned thickly. "Fuck your sweet young 
cock all the way up inside my cunt ... I need it, baby, I need it!" 

Brooke could see Emma's pleasure-contorted face and the glistening pink 
edges of her cuntal lips clamping hotly around the rigid girth of the 
sixteen-year old boy's hard pounding cock. The passion-dazed maid's vaginal 
opening sucked and pulled on the length of thickly pulsating flesh like a 
hungry mouth and slippery wet secretions seeped out to drench Jackie's 
swaying, sperm-bloated balls. 

"Damn, this feels great!" Jackie wheezed breathlessly. "Your cunt's just 
like hot silk ... I can feel the head of my cock all the way up inside of 
you ... Ooooh." 

At first, Brooke felt nothing but revulsion and utter horror at seeing her 
secret boyfriend's scandalous behavior with the older woman, the maid! How 
could he do such a thing? She wondered unbelievingly. Little by little, 
though, her feelings toward what she was watching began to change. The 
nausea in the pit of her stomach was gradually replaced by a slight fluttery 
sensation and she could not help but keep her eyes fastened intently on the 
strangely stimulating sight of Jackie's throbbing hard penis pulling almost 
all the way out of Emma's glistening hot pussy, then plunging forward again 
to disappear up inside the other woman's nakedly quivering belly. Brooke 
felt a tiny tingling warmth spreading slowly throughout her lower body, 
causing her almost ripe pink nipples to stiffen and chafe against the gauzy 
material of her robe. Oh, God, she moaned silently, WHY IS JACKIE DOING 
THIS? 

But even as she asked herself this unanswerable question, she heard the 
handsome dark-haired boy's breath quicken and found herself taking a silent 
step forward to gain a better view of the jiggling bed from the doorway. The 
pretty seventeen-year old redhead's long suntanned legs were trembling and 
her own breath was coming in short pants now as she focused her eyes more 
intensely on the exciting sight of her private boyfriend's semen-smeared 
cock gliding effortlessly in and out of the wanton maid's flesh-engorged 
vagina. Brooke could hear the wet thudding sound of his cum-laden testicles 
as they collided against Emma's hairless little ring of anal flesh, making 
the lust-driven maid groan louder and strain upwards to meet the boy's every 
solid lunge. 

Brooke gasped aloud as she saw Emma's wide-splayed thighs jerk back and 
wider apart until her plump knees were touching the bed on each side of her 
pinned shoulders. The glassy-eyed maid's hands suddenly shot up and around 
her adolescent lover's neck as her mouth opened as if to scream. 

"Fuck me, fuck me harder, faster! Fuck my cunt, baby, because I'm ... I'm 
getting ready ... to cuuummmm!" Emma commanded in a high piercing whine. Her 
entire lower torso twitched crazily and her face contorted as if in painful 
agony as her back arched up completely off the bed to engulf the full 
glistening length of Jackie's hotly expanding cock. 

Brooke was dimly aware of her own hand drifting slowly downward toward the 
moistly curling hair of her pubic mound. When it reached there, she did not 
realize at first that her fingertips were sliding wetly up and down, just 
barely grazing her outer cuntal lips and she was also unaware that her 
rounded young hips were now rocking gently back and forth, back and forth. 
Unthinking, she slipped one finger tenderly in between the warm wet folds of 
flesh and touched the inner softness of her never-before-used pussy. She 
found herself wondering with more than just idle curiosity what it must feel 
like to have an erect male penis inside her ... But after a moment, she 
suddenly understood what she was doing and quickly withdrew her hand from 
her soft silky loins and free of the slightly parted robe. My God, she 
thought with shame, what on earth is happening to me? She was almost as bad 
as Jackie, allowing herself to become actually excited by gazing at such an 
obscene exhibition as the one taking place on the bed before her very eyes. 

Still, she could not prevent herself from renewing her gaze at the naked 
couple flailing their sweat-soaked bodies together on the bed. Jackie was 
plunging his long blood-engorged cock into the deepest recesses of the 
voluptuous young maid's vaginal passage, tunneling farther and farther up 
into her soft white belly like a wild rubbery pole of pulsing flesh. The 
beautiful redheaded teen-ager finally had to admit to herself that she was 
becoming thoroughly involved in what she was watching-in fact, she almost 
wanted to be where Emma was, enjoying Jackie's clean young manhood in the 
same way that the older woman was now. 

"Oh God, hurt me, hurt me with your cock, you beautiful young bastard! Fuck 
hard up into my pussy until it tears apart," Emma groaned, her head tossing 
wildly from side to side on the rumpled bedspread as he rammed into her more 
ruthlessly than before. Brooke had never imagined, let alone seen such a 
degrading but exciting scene in her whole life. And yet she was also swamped 
with strong feelings of guilt because her body was responding to the 
stimulation of what she was seeing. After a long moment of struggle with 
herself, the copper-haired girl gathered up all her strength and managed to 
turn and sway dazedly back to her own bedroom, closing the door tightly 
behind her. 

She fell limply on the bed when she reached it, her long, voluptuously 
sculpted legs falling open under her loosened robe to reveal her soft inner 
thighs and a glimpse of the tender sprinkling of blonde pubic hair. She lay 
there quietly for what seemed an eternity, stunned by what she had witnessed 
but no longer listening to the moaning sounds coming from the next room. 

Eventually, though, her thoughts about what she had seen Jackie and Emma 
doing together turned again from ones of revolting shock to tremulous 
excitement. Her hand automatically slithered down her tingling body and over 
her slightly quivering belly to rest for a moment on the silken triangle of 
pubic hair surrounding her pulsing vaginal slit. She could feel the warm 
moistness oozing out from between her gradually swelling pussy lips and 
making her fingers sticky with her own secretions. My God, she wondered, 
could it be that she really was this bad? Could it be that, even as young 
and innocent as she was, she needed sexual gratification as much as the 
brazen maid, Emma? 

A slight frown ruffled her brow and her large green eyes reflected her inner 
amazement as she answered her own question. Yes, she murmured inwardly, she 
did want the same kind of shameful erotic fulfillment that the older girl in 
the next bedroom was getting at that very moment. She knew that there was no 
turning back now, now that she was physically awakened and her gaze burned 
madly up at the ceiling as she spread her cream-white thighs wider apart and 
deliberately touched the pulsating wet opening of her pussy with her 
fingertips. The red-haired teenager drew her legs back slowly toward her 
chest and gently placed one finger on the sensitive pink tip of her 
throbbing clitoris, tenderly massaging it as with two fingers of her other 
hand, she parted the moist slippery cuntal lips to fully expose the tiny 
pink sex bud. After a few moments of touching herself there, her whole body 
began to tremble and she increased the pressure of her manipulations until 
undeniably hot desire scorched her wildly throbbing vagina. 

With a shuddering groan, she carefully slipped her middle finger down from 
the erect tip of her clitoris, to the tight little hole of her cunt. She 
lingered there for a moment, struggling against going any further in this 
shameful act, but it was impossible to stop now and she felt her finger 
penetrate into the pleasurable warmth of her vaginal entrance. At first, she 
inserted the finger inside just past the first knuckle, but it was not 
enough and little lines of frustration appeared on her forehead. Holding her 
breath, she pushed harder and felt a delicious thrill course through her as 
the invading finger slipped smoothly inside her all the way up to the palm 
of her hand. She could feel it slide in painlessly along the slick soft 
walls of her steaming pussy and sensed in that instant that her rose-colored 
nipples were quivering to even greater hardness. 

The young girl stroked in and out of herself, the tempo of her 
finger-fucking growing faster and faster until soon she was thrusting into 
her inflamed wet cunt greedily, trying to match the rhythm of Jackie's long 
virile cock as she remembered seeing it ramming in and out of Emma in the 
next bedroom But her sweet young pussy needed more-one finger was not 
enough. Then, she inserted another finger along with the first, wincing 
slightly from the brief flash of pain that came from this unaccustomed 
stretching of her virginal vagina. She gasped at the force of her own 
thrusts into the hair-fringed slit between her beautifully shaped thighs. 
Her tortured body was bent back almost double and the nakedly glistening 
plane of her loins was presented up into the air as the demons of 
unfulfillment taunted her on, driving her lust-fogged mind into oblivion 
except for one unrelenting thought ... she wanted her secret boyfriend 
Jackie's long hard penis inside her instead of her fingers. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"I don't need you," April Westingway said fierily to Pepi, her horse 
trainer, snapping her fingers contemptuously in front of his corpulent face. 
"I could fire you like that and if you don't keep your filthy hands off me, 
that's exactly what I'll do!" 

They were just driving out of the stable area at Del Mar toward the ocean 
front and a Howard Johnson's restaurant about a mile away. 

"Come on, honey, you don't mean that," the fat man scoffed in reply. "Hell, 
I'm all you've got." 

"You're nothing of the kind," April huffed, raising her blonde-framed face 
upward and poking out her chin haughtily in the manner she often used to 
show that she was aristocratic and not someone to be trifled with by common 
people. "I do need a trainer, Pepi, but I certainly don't need someone like 
you putting your grimy hands on me. I'm warning you ... " 

"Listen, baby, you should take it when you can get it," Pepi grinned, 
straightening up his seat as he reached over and casually placed his fleshy 
hand on the warm nylon-covered softness of her leg just above the knee. 
"Someday you might not be able to get it so easily." 

"I'm not an animal like you," the beautiful tawny-haired woman snapped, "and 
I don't think my sex life is any of your business. Just try to remember 
that." 

"I remember a time when your sex life was more than just my business," the 
trainer sneered maliciously. "I can remember the nice time we had about 
sixteen years ago ... about nine months before our son, Jackie, was born ... 
" 

"Oh, please, Pepi, you know we agreed never to mention that," April blurted 
with a mixture . of shock and pitiful pleading in her voice. "I made a 
mistake with you, that's all and I've been paying for it ever since ... ever 
since Lee left me." 

"Yeah, he never did go for your story about how it was his kid, did he?" 
Pepi smirked cruelly, already knowing the answer to his question but fully 
enjoying this powerful hold he had over her as long as-the truth about 
Jackie's real father was kept a secret. He knew that April would rather die 
than have her daughter and especially her now absent husband, find out the 
true story behind how he, Pepi, had gotten her pregnant in a motel room one 
night, a long time ago, after a wild party at the Santa Anita Racetrack when 
one of the Westingway horses had won a big race and earned a $50,000 purse. 
There had been buckets of champagne and she had gotten drunk, sure, but the 
beautiful Mrs. Westingway had not been too plastered to disappear with her 
fat trainer for a good satisfying fuck while her husband slept off a drunk 
in one of the private lounges reserved for horse-owners up in the clubhouse. 
Afterwards, she would have nothing to do with him until he had tried to fuck 
her again behind her husband's back. Pepi recalled how angry she had been 
and how she had haughtily reminded him that no one would ever believe that 
she would make love with someone as ugly and undesirable as he was even 
then-and especially not when she was happily married. 

He remembered how, later, she had come to visit him at the stables to inform 
him that she was going to have a baby and that she doubted her husband, Lee, 
would believe it was his child because they had not been having sex 
together, except for a few times, during the. previous few months. In fact, 
she had said that she and her husband had not been having much fun in bed 
since Brooke, their daughter, had been born the year before. Pepi had seen 
immediately what an ideal position he was in and had promised to keep silent 
about everything just as long as she cooperated with him. She flatly refused 
to have anything more to do with him sexually but agreed to give him an 
extra thousand dollars a month, on top of his regular salary, if he would 
only keep their secret and allow her to raise Jackie as her husband's son. 
But Lee Westingway never really accepted the boy as his own and had 
persisted in referring to Jackie as "the house guest" who came to stay. It 
was well known that he had disowned the child and treated him contemptuously 
until, out of concern for Jackie and in a last desperate attempt to save her 
marriage with Lee, April had also begun to call her own son a "house guest" 
just to appease Lee. Later, she had even agreed with him to farm out the boy 
with Pepi and his ex-wife, Dixie, for long periods of time until Jackie was 
almost fifteen. 

Pepi thought back to those times, how she had willingly given him support 
money for Jackie, in addition to a regular salary and blackmail money, but 
the trainer had grown tired of the extra responsibility and had demanded 
outrageous amounts of cash to look after the kid for shorter and shorter 
periods of time. Meanwhile, the boy had grown up without knowing the true 
identity of his parents, believing the mysterious story that he had been 
left behind by them to be cared for mainly by the Westingway's. Sure, April 
sometimes raised hell and threatened to fire her blackmailing trainer, but 
he knew that she would never do anything serious enough to risk losing the 
boy altogether and having everyone know the whole true story. It was too bad 
about her husband finally leaving her about eighteen months ago, the 
overweight Pepi chuckled to himself, but he had heard gossip around the 
stable area that Mr. Westingway had not been getting much sex at home for a 
long time and had been seen out doing the town with other women. It was 
probably that she had been so guilty about fucking another man and lying to 
her husband , that she had become frigid and afraid to have anything to do 
with sex. Hell, Pepi swore-wordlessly, he might be fat but he had an uncanny 
instinct when it came to understanding how women think. The only thing he 
could not figure out to his own satisfaction was why Lee Westingway had 
chosen his own trainer's wife, Dixie, to run away with ... Dixie was not bad 
looking of course and she was a damned fine lay, Pepi mused, but he and 
everyone else had been flabbergasted when a man of Westingway's importance 
and wealth had set up house on a seemingly permanent basis with her on the 
East Coast. 

"Pepi, what's running through that evil little mind of yours?" April asked 
after the long silence between them, her voice shaky and betraying the fear 
of discovery that she had never learned to live with and probably never 
would. 

"Oh, nothing much," Pepi replied laconically. "I was just thinking back to 
that night we had together and how nice it would be to have a repeat session 
after all these years." 

"Well, forget it," the statuesque beauty hissed. "Even if Jackie doesn't 
know I'm his real mother, he's been staying with Brooke and me quite happily 
for almost two years now. Besides, you're being paid more than enough to 
keep your fat mouth shut and if you ever try anything serious with me, I'll 
scream rape at the top of my lungs!" 

Afraid and yet trembling with rage, she steered the powerful Buick sedan out 
onto the freeway and mashed her foot down on the accelerator. The huge car 
lurched forward and swerved out into the fast lane as she sped toward the 
restaurant where there would be other people and she would not have to be 
alone with the beast sitting beside her. Yes, she admitted, she had made a 
tragic mistake with Pepi, one that had radically changed her attitude toward 
sex and eventually toward her own husband ... After that dimly-remembered 
love-making with Pepi, she had become terrified of sex and had been 
physically and mentally incapable of convincing Lee that she wanted him to 
touch her intimately. On top of his strong doubt that Jackie was actually 
his own son, he had believed that she had been unfaithful to him and that 
had further threatened his sense of masculinity along with her frigid 
reactions to his love-making. Just before Jackie's fifteenth birthday, he 
had packed his bags and for some strange reason, gone off with Dixie Erban, 
a woman with little education, no breeding and who was known to have a 
violent temper. It had been terribly complicated and difficult to live a lie 
successfully all these years, long lonely years during which she had yearned 
desperately to have Lee back with her and yet she could not risk losing the 
son she loved, either. 

"Jesus, baby, watch it! Slow down!" she heard Pepi caution anxiously. She 
glanced quickly down at the speedometer and was alarmed to see that the 
heavy Buick was racing along at almost 100 m.p.h. 

"Now don't tell me that you're afraid, Pepi, not a man like you who earns 
his living from speed," the curvaceous blonde said sarcastically after she 
had slowed down to the legal speed limit and was again in contact with 
present reality. 

"I race horses, baby, not cars," Pepi muttered irritably as he relaxed and 
began to rub his huge protruding stomach. "After all, it would be a damned 
shame if you wrecked us and I missed another free lunch on you." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Back in the upstairs bedroom of the Westingway house, young Jackie was 
preparing himself for another mind-reeling round of fucking with the saucy 
maid, Emma. Christ, he thought happily, the next time he shot off his load 
in her, it would be his brains shooting out the end of his cock. He knew he 
should stop now but it seemed impossible, for the twenty-three year old 
servant girl's hotly clenching pussy felt better than anything he had ever 
felt before. He leaned down over the spread-eagled woman and flicked out his 
moist tongue to lick wetly along her soft white belly, then upward between 
her heavily rounded breasts, each teasing wisp of his warm tongue causing 
Emma's naked loins to jerk upward. As he licked and sucked on her full, 
pink-tipped mounds of flesh, she moaned over and over in tantalizing 
frustration, grinding the hairy wet plane of her cunt ever higher off the 
mattress in a frantic attempt to find and devour the virile youth's long 
pleasure-giving penis. 

"Oh Jackie, oh shit, put it in me again. Please fuck me more, more," the 
voluptuous young woman whimpered in a barely intelligible voice. Just the 
sound of her begging that way made Jackie's cock spring to its full hard 
length again and he felt his throbbing shaft of cock-flesh nudging against 
the satin-like smoothness of her nakedly wide-spread thighs. He edged 
forward a little to gain a better position up between her trembling legs 
until the rock-hard cock-tip came into electrifying contact with the already 
cum-soaked hairs surrounding her vaginal slit. "Hurry, baby, hurry! Shove it 
up inside me before I go crazy!" 

He reached down between their writhing young bodies to grasp himself with 
one hand and rub the blood-filled head of his cock teasingly back and forth 
over her quivering red clitoris. Then, without warning, he lowered himself 
slightly and pushed forward hard, planting the entire length of his 
lust-rampant penis up in her juicy wet cunt all the way to the hilt. She 
locked her heels wantonly around his lean muscular back and moaned with 
relief as he began to saw slowly in and out of the thrilling wet softness of 
her cuntal passage. She squirmed and writhed like a bitch in heat as he 
skewered the hot cock in and out, gradually thrusting faster and with 
greater force as she spurred him on obscenely, kicking her heels hard 
against his sweat-glistening back. The sixteen-year old boy's hands moved up 
automatically to clasp under and around her flattened shoulders for better 
leverage as he rammed furiously up into her churning belly until she thought 
the blunt unyielding tip of his cock would pound her tender cervix to 
shreds. But, oh God, she wanted it, all of it, as far up inside her hungry 
pussy as it could possibly go. And she was getting every glorious throbbing 
inch of it, too, all the way up to his heavy aching balls. Oh yes, she 
thought deliriously, this was even better than the first time and she was 
already nearing the brink of another soul-shattering orgasm. 

"Aaaaah, yeesssss, I'm cummmmmming," she gasped breathlessly, her entire 
naked body jerking and arching up insanely as wave after wave of blinding 
electrical climax washed over every atom of her being. 

Suddenly, Jackie tensed also, smashing his youthful tingling loins in brutal 
collision against hers, his fresh load of hot sticky cum spurting far up 
into the cavern of her wildly contracting vagina, mixing lewdly with her own 
cum-juices and spilling out again to completely saturate their tightly 
locked loins as well as the bedspread upon which they lay panting. 

"Jesus Christ, that was ... so ... good," the handsome teenager finally 
managed to say between painful gaspings for air as he attempted to fill his 
lungs again. Then, no longer able to support himself on his elbows, he 
collapsed heavily forward over her passion-spent body. When a few moments 
had passed, he weakly lifted himself up enough to roll off her, his 
rapidly-deflating penis slipping out of her with a tiny pop as he fell 
exhausted at her side. 

In the adjoining bedroom, pretty Brooke Westingway was also approaching the 
peak of her self-achieved orgasm. She raised her arm to muffle her cries of 
passionate ecstasy with the back of her hand while with the other hand she 
continued to arduously finger-fuck herself, plunging two fingers madly up 
into her burning wet cunt. She knew that something spectacular was about to 
happen and her shapely sun-bronzed legs stiffened out straight in 
preparation for whatever it was. 

Then it happened. 

"Aaaaagggghh, mmmmmffff," the tortured, lust-driven girl cried out in muted 
ecstasy as her first real orgasm overwhelmed her completely and caused her 
voluptuous young body to pitch out of control on the swaying bed. She hardly 
understood what was happening and her head whirled in depraved sensuality as 
the hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking 
at her impaling fingers like a sucking, starving mouth. 

After the last quivers of her magnificent cumming had faded away to just a 
pleasant warm glow in her stomach, she thought in a flash of panic that 
perhaps her cries of passion had been overheard by Jackie and Emma in the 
next room. Brooke quickly straightened up to sit light-headedly on the edge 
of the bed, her senses still reeling as, after a moment, she rose unsteadily 
and fastened her robe tightly around her waist. She then walked out on her 
balcony and peered cautiously around the comer of the wall into Jackie's 
bedroom. The flush-faced redhead could see that he was still on the bed with 
the sluttish maid, only they were lying there quietly now, as if they were 
both asleep after their lewd coupling had drained them of every last ounce 
of their energy. 

Well, Brooke decided, she was thankful that she had not been heard by them 
... but she was also crippled now by a withering sense of guilt that she 
always felt every time her thoughts touched even, lightly on sex, or when 
her prematurely ripe young body was at all aroused by anything. She had 
probably learned to fear and feel guilty about sex from her mother, April. 

Brooke could remember the many times that she had seen her mother turn to 
stone when her father, Lee, had tried to kiss or caress her in an innocently 
loving manner. Why? she wondered, her large green eyes lost in thought as 
she re-entered her room and headed toward her private bathroom. Once inside, 
she shut the door behind her and turned to stare curiously at herself in the 
huge mirror over the sink. She saw that tears were streaming freely down her 
cheeks and she knew why immediately-she was crying out of shame and remorse. 

"But I'm only human," she said aloud, as though she were addressing another 
person rather than her own reflection in the mirror. She let out a little 
laugh then, realizing in that instant that she was being silly, allowing 
herself to get all worked up over a session of masturbating that no one else 
would ever know about. Besides, even though Jackie was her secret love and 
he had unknowingly betrayed her by making love to Emma, Brooke had to admit 
to herself that what she had seen them doing together had certainly made her 
hot enough to play with herself. And there was something else that was 
important, she reminded herself with a burst of pride as she shrugged the 
beach robe sensually down off her narrow shoulders and stood there 
completely naked and inviting to the eye. She was far prettier and had a 
much sexier body than the older maid. 

Brooke's own eyes admired the reflection of the full rounded spheres of her 
pink-nippled breasts, how her tiny wisp of waist flared out to the ivory 
white smoothness of her hips where the pants of her bikini bathing suit had 
protected her from the glaring sun on the beach. She gazed almost smugly at 
the utter perfection of her nubile young body, her eyes traveling from her 
finely featured face all the way down to the silky auburn patch of pubic 
hair surrounding her still slightly moist cuntal slit and smiled to herself 
at the thought of how wildly excited Jackie would be if he ever saw her 
completely naked this way. He would never again give a second thought to 
Emma if he knew that possibly he could kiss and touch the beautiful female 
body that Brooke now saw reflected in the mirror. 

No, Brooke nodded with a wink at her own image, until he had tasted the 
sweetness of her glistening red lips and held her softly yielding young body 
tightly against his own, he would never know how much she really did love 
him and wanted him to treat her like the desirable woman she already was at 
the age of seventeen. God, she chided herself with playful sternness, she 
had better stop teasing herself with such thoughts or soon she would be back 
on her bed doing the same thing that she had already decided was wrong. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The day and night had passed like a nightmare. Brooke had slept nearly 
around the clock, tossing and turning often in her sleep and once during the 
night she had dreamt that she and Jackie were sunbathing together on the 
beach. Suddenly, he had risen from the sand and said that he had to keep an 
appointment with another girl. It had been awful, even as a dream and Brooke 
had wakened herself with a scream. 

Now, as the late morning sun baked in through her glass balcony door, she 
began to stretch and move back and forth kittenishly on the sheets as she 
gazed out at the gulls and listened to their squawking sounds as they 
drifted airily in the cloudless blue sky. She thought hazily of yesterday, 
of seeing Jackie and Emma together and then of what she had done by herself 
and surprisingly enough, she did not feel as guilty this morning as she had 
expected she would. Actually, she felt much more alive and optimistic than 
guilty. At least now she knew that she was healthy sexually and that only 
her compulsive sense of shame, when she responded to erotic stimulation as 
she had yesterday, stood in the way of her enjoyment of purely physical 
pleasure. 

With that resolved in her mind, she sprang out of bed and quickly ducked out 
of her frothy blue shorty nightgown, pulling it up over her head with a 
hissing, clinging sound and then tossing it onto the foot of the bed. A 
moment later, she was in the shower, lathering her ripe young flesh with 
fragrant soap, then stepping up to stand directly under the spray to rinse 
off and feel the tiny needles of warm water playing lightly down on her 
sensitive skin. She rubbed the slippery bar of soap briskly over her wet 
brownish-red pubic hair and felt a shiver of electric pleasure race up her 
spine from the tantalizing sensation of contact there. It was such a 
wonderfully thrilling feeling, one that sent forbidden tremors of luxurious 
sensuality surging through her nerves like life itself and yet she was 
unable to fight down the fear of losing control again. It was almost as 
though someone were watching her to make sure that her instincts were not 
allowed to run free and she turned in the stall to peer out through the 
frosted glass shower door. 

But no one was there. Still not satisfied, she turned off the water and 
stepped out of the shower stall just in time to catch sight of the bathroom 
door closing behind someone. With her heart beating in her throat, she flung 
open the door to her bedroom and saw Jackie standing sheepishly a few feet 
away. 

"Jackie!" she gasped out in surprise, wrapping her arms around herself to 
cover her nakedness. "What on earth are you doing in here?" 

"Nothing ... I wasn't doing anything," the lithe-limbed young teenager 
assured her guiltily as he avoided her eyes. "Christ, I only came up here to 
ask if you wanted scrambled eggs for breakfast." 

"Oh ... I didn't know," the beautiful redhead mumbled as she reached out for 
a towel to cover herself. "I-I just didn't expect anyone to come barging 
into my bathroom while I was ... taking a shower." 

"Please, please forgive me, honey," the good-looking boy began in a slightly 
sarcastic tone of voice, "because I didn't want to scare you ... I just 
wanted to watch you having a good time ... taking your shower." 

"I thought you came up to ask how I wanted my eggs," Brooke countered, a 
frown of confusion on her pretty face. She was petrified with fear that he 
really had seen her doing more than just taking an innocent morning shower. 
Well, she thought, he had no right to come into the privacy of her bathroom 
and spy on her, so she would just bluff it out. "Yes, I'll have my eggs 
scrambled, Jackie and now if you'll please go, I'll dress and be down in a 
few minutes." 

* * * 

It was late, after ten o'clock, when April sauntered into the kitchen for 
breakfast. Usually she was up before dawn and out at the track to watch her 
horses going through their workouts. 

"Hi, Mom," Brooke called from the little porch just off the kitchen. "I 
thought you'd already be out at the track." 

"No, not today, dear," April announced with a little laugh. "It seems to me 
that I've earned a day off for a change." 

"Hey, that's great!" Jackie half-shouted as he flashed a boyish smile at the 
older woman. "Now you can take off for the beach with Brooke and me to have 
a swim." 

"Well, I don't know about that," the stunningly beautiful blonde woman said 
with a poutish chuckle. "Aren't you forgetting that I'm more than twice your 
age and would probably have a hard time keeping up with you two youngsters?" 

Jackie turned away from his task at the stove, an expression of mock 
surprise on his handsome face as he chided, "Come on now, surely you're not 
that old." 

As April shrugged helplessly and took a sip from the hot cup of coffee that 
the boy had handed her, Jackie's gaze lingered boldly on the woman he had 
known for some time now was his real mother. Christ, he thought, even if she 
was his mother and a lot older than he, there was no denying the fact that 
she was a sexy, good-looking dish. In the past few months, he had begun to 
look at female bodies with increased interest and he had to admit that April 
was damned well worth all the attention he had been paying her lately. He 
remembered how thoroughly astounded he had been that night, now about two 
years ago, when he had been staying with Pepi and Dixie. The fat trainer had 
been drinking heavily all day and in the midst of an argument with his wife, 
he had blurted out the truth about how he was his actual father and April 
was his mother. Pepi had made the astonished boy promise never to repeat 
what he had discovered that night. Although Jackie still did not fully 
understand the whole story behind his parentage, he at least knew that he 
was not merely an orphan ... "the house guest" who stayed at the 
Westingway's ... and he felt a lot more secure because of the fact. Now, 
since no one but Pepi knew that Jackie was aware of the truth, the 
sixteen-year old brown-haired boy could take advantage of his strange 
position as a so-called house guest and enjoy living with two gorgeous 
women, his mother and half-sister. 

Sure, he thought, maybe it was a little odd to think of his own mother and 
sister with such unashamed desire, but hell, his life had been odd anyway. 

A few moments later, Jackie served them breakfast on the sun porch, grinning 
broadly to himself as he noticed how Brooke's lovely green eyes followed his 
every movement with noticeable admiration. Shit, she was only a year older 
than he was and yet her lush curvaceous young body was already twice as 
exciting as that of the maid, Emma, whom he had fucked silly just yesterday. 
God, it was hard to decide which one of the two females, April or Brooke, he 
wanted to fuck the most. They both made his virile young cock hard every 
time he was around them nowadays and sometimes he was almost positive that 
they would see it bulging out like a stiff pole under his trouser crotch. As 
for Brooke, just the memory of seeing her proud high breasts and the silky 
patch of reddish-brown pubic hair around her little cunt this morning, when 
he had sneaked in to watch her in the shower, made his long fleshy penis 
jerk to life in his trousers now. 

When he rose from the table to fetch more coffee from the kitchen for them, 
he saw that April's cool blue eyes were pinned to the spot where his 
throbbing hard penis jutted out in his pants. As he quickly averted his eyes 
from hers, he noticed that Brooke was also devouring the sight of his 
protruding male rigidity and it suddenly made him even hotter to think of 
the two desirable women staring at him that way. His jerking young cock 
pulsed to even greater hardness and it was all he could do in that moment to 
keep from stroking himself right in front of their very eyes. 

Yes, he assured himself inwardly, he would enjoy his role as a house guest 
just as long as he possibly could. 

* * * 

The sun was almost unbearably hot at the beach and there were hundreds of 
people wading or actually swimming out beyond the roaring breakers in an 
attempt to cool off in the water. April had decided to stay home at Willow 
Run, saying that she had stacks of paperwork to catch up on, so Brooke and 
Jackie were alone together on the enormous beach towel they had spread out 
to lie on. The day was a scorcher but the sky was a clear bright blue and 
the tiny dots of huge freighter ships could be seen far out at sea with the 
naked eye. 

"I saw you yesterday," Brooke said suddenly, interrupting the long silence 
between them. 

"You saw what?" the dark-haired boy asked quickly, grabbing out at her 
rounded bikini-covered buttocks in a playful manner. "What did you see?" 

"I saw you in bed, silly," Brooke giggled as she turned her backside away 
from him and started to rise to one knee. Jackie snaked out one hand and 
caught her closest wrist, though, pulling hard until she tumbled forward 
against his warm sun-bronzed body and he began to tickle her furiously along 
the soft sensitive flesh covering her ribs. "No, stop it," she wailed 
between fits of laughter, squirming her voluptuous, scantily clad body in a 
futile effort to escape his tormenting fingers. 

"What did you see; Tell me," Jackie insisted, still tickling her to make her 
talk but slowly becoming aware of her nearness and the softness of her 
golden smooth skin. His senses sparked immediately to life as he felt her 
long shiny red hair brush gently across his bare chest. Then, without 
warning, she took advantage of his slightly relaxed hold on her wrist and 
twisted away, bounding to her feet to dash off a few yards from the beach 
towel and stand there with her moist red tongue sticking out at him. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," she taunted, little realizing what a 
deliciously sexy picture she made standing there in the sun with her skimpy 
bathing suit slightly akimbo from the tussle they had had a moment before. 

"Aw, hell, you didn't see a damned thing," Jackie growled with feigned 
harshness as he leered hotly at the tiny half-circle of pink nipple that had 
been exposed when her bikini top was pulled to one side. Jesus, he thought, 
she was not even aware of what she was showing him! 

Later, after she had made him promise solemnly not to tickle her any more, 
Brooke returned to lie down beside him on the huge towel, modestly 
straightening her bathing suit as she settled into a comfortable position. 
Her thoughts were also focused on sex as they lay there silently soaking up 
the rays of the sweltering sun. She had to admit to herself that just the 
brief contact with Jackie's bare flesh during their playful struggle had 
left a tingling warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. God, her ripe young 
body ached to be touched by him! A thrill flitted over her nerve-ends as she 
remembered the lewd but wildly stimulating picture of his long hard penis 
plunging in and out of that-terrible!-other woman, the maid. Brooke's mind 
was a prisoner of that memory now and she knew it was useless to try to 
erase it from her consciousness. 

She clamped her soft inner thighs tightly together and pushed down firmly 
with her quivering hair-covered pubic mound against the sand beneath the 
towel. The tiny bud of her clitoris was throbbing to erection between the 
pink, slightly moist folds of pussy flesh that encased it. It was driving 
her crazy to be so close to him, only a few inches separating their brown, 
sun-warm bodies and yet she was too frightened to move closer and press 
against him the way she desperately wanted to. 

"Come on, what do you mean you saw me in bed?" Jackie asked unexpectedly, as 
though he had been reading the content of his beautiful half-sister's 
thoughts. 

"I saw you with Emma when you were ... doing what you were doing together 
... the day before yesterday," Brooke finally said in a stumbling voice, 
immediately sorry that she had been bold enough to mention the incident. 

Jackie wore an expression of discomfort on his manly young face as he looked 
away and buried his head deep in his folded arms. "So, you really saw us, 
eh? ... Well, so what?" 

"Is she ... do you love her?" Brooke asked seriously, ignoring his defiant 
attitude toward the subject. She was almost afraid of what he might say next 
... perhaps that, yes, he was in love with the maid, Emma, but he only 
laughed good-naturedly and reached over to touch her soft velvety thigh 
lightly with his fingertips. 

"Hell, Brooke, you don't know anything," he chortled with a grin lifting his 
lips. "In fact, if you ask me, I think you're pretty stupid." 

"I'm not as stupid as you think, Jackie," Brooke said quietly. "For one 
thing, I don't think that you do love her ... Do you?" The dark-haired 
teenager did not answer but merely looked over at Brooke and smiled warmly, 
wordlessly assuring the beautiful redhead that he definitely was not in love 
with Emma. The attractive pair of adolescents said nothing then and lay with 
their shoulders touching gently as the bright sun beat down on them, their 
ears filled only with the sounds of the surf flashing to shore and the soft 
whisper of their own breathing. 

* * * 

It was several hours later when Brooke returned alone to Willow Run to find 
her mother reading in the large living room. The enticingly-shaped blonde 
was propped up on her elbows amid a mountain of brightly-colored pillows in 
front of the huge empty fireplace. Brooke could see that her mother was 
wearing nothing but a sheer open-necked nightgown which hardly served to 
cover her full-rounded breasts. The older woman was such a vision of 
magnificent beauty that her seventeen-year old daughter was always a little 
intimidated by her and even now approached April with meek quietness. 

"Mother?" 

"What? Oh, it's you, Brooke. Where's Jackie?" 

"He said something about having to help Pepi over at the track," Brooke 
explained matter-of-factly, her thoughts still centered on her mother's lush 
sexy body. It seemed a tragedy that a ravishing, fully mature woman like her 
mother should allow her ripe desirable curves to go to waste this way. After 
all, probably every man who saw her was driven half mad with desire to 
possess her completely. Maybe even Jackie wanted to ... but then the thought 
of Jackie reminded Brooke of what she had resolved to tell her mother. It 
was something that she had thought deeply about on the walk home from the 
beach and now she decided that she had better spill it out before she lost 
the courage she had worked up. 

"Mother, I want to tell you something," Brooke began, feeling her confidence 
already beginning to ebb away. "I ... I think I'm falling ... for Jackie, 
Mother. And I think he's interested in me, too." 

Brooke saw her mother's face go suddenly pale, its unblemished smoothness 
marred in that instant by tight lines of worry and concern. 

"What's wrong, Mother? You look so ... strange," Brooke frowned, her own 
nerves jolted by April's unexpectedly strong reaction to the confession of a 
moment before. 

"Nothing is wrong, dear," April lied, straightening the front of her 
nightgown as she rose to her feet and walked slowly out on the sun deck 
adjoining the living room. "Brooke, darling, I'm afraid it's impossible for 
you to have Jackie as a boyfriend ... now or ever." 

"But Mother, of course I can ... I mean, if he wants me," the confused young 
redhead objected. A flurry of reasons for her mother's mysterious statement 
flooded Brooke's mind as she stepped hurriedly outside to stand beside the 
older woman on the sun deck. God, maybe her mother was interested in Jackie 
for herself! The pretty teenager considered with a flash of alarm and fear. 
As this possibility began to form more solidly in her mind, she heard April 
speak: "I don't know exactly how to tell you this, Brooke," April started in 
a gentle voice, "but it's something I should have had the courage to explain 
to you a long time ago. You see, Jackie is ... your brother." 

At first, the sweet-faced teen-ager's expression failed to register the full 
extent of her shock, but gradually her exquisite features collapsed and 
horror began to shine in her eyes and show in the O-shaped posture of her 
lips. "Jackie is my.... 

"Yes, dear, Jackie is your brother ... Well, actually, he's your 
half-brother," April divulged in a still-gentle voice as she turned 
automatically to place her arms in a gesture of consolation around her 
shapely young daughter's shoulders. "If you want to hear me out, I think I 
can explain everything." 

The crestfallen redhead could only nod her head up and down, mechanically as 
though in a trance and slump limply against April's thinly-clad warmth as 
the older woman began to unveil the complicated chain of events that had led 
up to her shocking revelation about Jackie. April missed nothing. She 
related all the unflattering details about her relationship with Lee, 
Brooke's father and how getting pregnant with Jackie had been a foolishly 
careless mistake. She even went so far as to reveal that she had been paying 
Pepi blackmail money all these years just to keep the fat trainer's mouth 
shut about that same awful mistake, committed so long ago in a moment of 
weakness. 

Brooke's bedazed mind absorbed the story slowly, trying to fit this new 
information together with the bits and pieces of mystery concerning Jackie 
that she had wondered about for years and yet it was still hard for her to 
think of the handsome boy as her brother-even her half-brother. Even harder 
to accept was the fact that her mother, the beautiful well-bred lady, would 
stoop to having an obscene sexual affair with that fat trainer Pepi behind 
her father's back. It was unbelievable! God, she cringed, what if Jackie had 
actually tried to do more than peek at her in the shower? She probably would 
have let her own brother make love to her! ... But Jackie did not seem like 
her brother, at all and that was something that seemed to be more important 
to her than the truth. 

"Does Jackie know about this?" Brooke asked her mother after a long awkward 
silence between them. It was as though the excitingly-shaped teenager had 
been studying the chances of side-stepping this touchy subject altogether, 
perhaps in order to continue her own private romance with the handsome boy 
whom she loved and yet now knew was forbidden to her. 

"No, dear, he doesn't know." 

"Good," Brooke mumbled after a moment of private thought. Thankfully, her 
mother had ignored the comment and stood there motionless beside her, using 
the unending sounds of the sea beating against the coast as a shield to hide 
behind. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Coils of cigarette smoke filled the dimly-lighted cocktail lounge as April 
smiled and leaned down on her elbows atop the polished end of the piano. She 
was worried about Brooke and hoped that Karl, an attractive man she had met 
last year at the Keenland yearling sales, would not mind her quietness now. 
He was a good, strong man and he had comforted her unselfishly after 
learning that Lee had left her. 

It was the next day after her confrontation with Brooke about Jackie and the 
striking blonde was using the opportunity of being with her friend, Karl, to 
have a couple of drinks and relax. The bar pianist ran through several of 
his own favorite numbers and was just finishing up a set when Karl edged 
closer to April and asked: "What would you like to hear, darling?" As he 
spoke, he leaned forward suddenly and kissed her lingeringly on the neck, 
his warm lips grazing her tender white flesh with a thrilling rush of 
pleasant but dangerous sensation. 

"Please, Karl, don't do that," the smartly-dressed blonde objected in a soft 
voice as she pulled away from her companion. "Remember, you promised me." 

"Yes, yes, I know," Karl said abruptly, his voice tinged with hurt and 
irritation. "God knows, I never hear anything else from you but objections." 

"I'm sorry, but you know perfectly well that that's how things have to be 
between us," April reminded, self-consciously smoothing back her silky 
honey-colored hair with one hand as she spoke. 

"You're a gorgeous woman, April," Kari said, the tone of his voice becoming 
less harsh as he went on, "and I think you ought to give up on Lee ... Start 
living for yourself." 

"Oh, it's not just Lee. It's everything." April was close to tears now and 
had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from breaking down. "I'm so 
stupid, Karl, that I don't know how you can be so good to me." The fiftyish, 
slightly grey-haired man smiled warmly and reached over to touch her 
shoulder gently, kneading her supple flesh with his strong fingertips 
through the worsted material of her suit jacket. He was a tall, 
powerful-looking man with enormous hands and there was something that 
suggested incredible strength in his manner and almost arrogant posture. 
Most women would find Karl very attractive, April thought as she studied him 
for a moment out of the comer of her eye. In fact, she was deeply impressed 
by him herself; it was as though his mere presence was a threat to her 
safety as a wealthy and properly behaved lady; and yet she was drawn almost 
magically to that very element of threat in his personality. She liked bold 
men but she was also afraid of them. She was reminded of a ruthless Nazi 
officer wearing an impeccably pressed uniform and high polished black boots 
when she studied the man carefully. 

"Dammit, where are those drinks we ordered?" the imposing man grumbled as he 
craned his neck to search around the dim, smoke-filled cocktail lounge for 
their waiter. A few minutes later, he caught the busy young man's attention 
and angrily reminded him that he and April had been waiting for an unusually 
long time for their scotches. Not that she needed any more to drink, the 
voluptuous blonde beauty thought to herself. She was already feeling the 
four-or was it five now?-scotches that they had drunk since they had come 
there. And even though she had chastised Karl a few minutes before, for 
being too intimate with her, she now found herself a little sorry that she 
had discouraged him so coldly. She was not certain whether it was guilt or 
the effects of the alcohol that made her want to show more warmth toward him 
now. In any case, she felt strangely restless and began to squirm down 
against the edge of the leather stool she sat on, her slender ankles locking 
tightly around the legs to gain better leverage as she made tiny grinding 
motions that brought her panty-clad vagina into firmer contact with the 
thick leather seat. 

"I'll tell you what," Karl suggested in a low suave voice, "let's finish 
this drink and then take a cruise around town in my Mercedes. What do you 
say?" 

"Ummm, maybe that would be nice," April nodded, swaying slightly on the 
stool and allowing her handsome friend to steady her with the support of his 
arm around her shoulders. She did not offer any resistance this time and 
leaned limply against him, pressing the yielding softness of her closest 
breast against his side. Any other time she would be fighting this sort of 
thing, she realized vaguely, but now she actually welcomed his support and 
the comforting warmth of his male body against her. 

Not long afterwards, Karl and April were tearing along through the rolling 
fog that shrouded long stretches of the coast highway, the cream-colored 
Mercedes purring like a cat as it swept around curves and flattened out 
again on the straightaway's. April was dizzy with all she had had to drink 
as well as with the excitement of racing along at top speed through the 
patches of wet misty fog. In a bleary surge of friendly warmth, she suddenly 
decided that she liked Karl very much ... She liked his strength and the 
unswerving authority that seemed to surround him in every situation, no 
matter where he was. He was almost like Lee that way, a real man who was not 
only unafraid of the world but whose presence alone seemed powerful enough 
to take command and rule over everything around him. 

April sat in the deep leather bucket-seat with her legs crossed, staring out 
unseeingly through the windshield at the blurred countryside flashing by 
them. Karl shifted a little in his seat and reached down between them to 
flip open the top of a wood-paneled compartment just behind the gear box. 
Keeping his eyes glued steadily to the highway, he briskly withdrew a small 
silver flask and handed it to April. 

"Here, baby, pour us a nice shot of that good Scotch," he said as he 
returned his attention to driving and punched down the accelerator hard with 
the toe of his shoe. "There's a cup in the jockey box." 

Without even thinking, the thirty-four year old flaxen-haired woman reached 
forward obediently and took out the cup to fill it almost to the brim as the 
sleek Mercedes-Benz snarled up the coast route. After she had taken a 
healthy slug of the fiery liquid, she handed the cup to Karl and watched 
admiringly as he drained off the still nearly full container in two huge 
gulps. God, this was absolutely crazy, she mused blearily, tearing along 
this way in a drunken daze through the coastal fog. 

"Where are we going?" April asked when her burning throat had cooled and the 
Scotch was working its way warmly down into her stomach, renewing the 
pleasant glow of security that she had been feeling more and more strongly 
during the last half hour. 

"Well, I thought we'd stop by my beach house for awhile," the handsome 
grey-haired man replied casually. "We can have another drink and rest up a 
bit before we decide where to have a nice cozy dinner later on this 
evening." 

"Oh, Karl, I don't know," April balked, hoping that the sudden feeling of 
uncertainty she had was not detectable in her tone of voice. "It's getting 
late and besides, my place is much closer to town when we make up our minds 
where we want to go for dinner. If you'll slow down a little, Brooke and 
Jackie will probably be asleep by the time we get there ... so we can be 
alone while we enjoy that drink together." 

"Dammit, April, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were handing me a 
line," Karl laughed good-naturedly as he cramped the wheel tightly to turn 
off on a road that led through a range of inland mountains back toward Del 
Mar. "I'll tell you what. I'll believe you if you show your honest 
intentions by giving me a little kiss-right now." Without waiting for her 
reply, he braked the expensive car and pulled over to come to a crunching 
stop on the gravel shoulder of the lonely road. At first, she could think of 
nothing to say and just sat there trying to look poised and in control of 
her faculties. She felt his hot breath filtering through her soft blonde 
hair to tickle the sensitive area around her ear and was surprised when her 
supple body seemed to defy her will and melt yieldingly against his. Yes, 
she thought defensively, it was definitely the alcohol that was making her 
respond so freely to what she was certain were less than honorable 
intentions on his part. It was fairly obvious that he wanted only to use her 
beautiful, love-starved body for his own selfish satisfaction. For some 
reason, though, the idea of his touching her seemed less repugnant to her 
now and she even began to experience strange little fluttery sensations in 
her stomach at the shameful thought of it. 

"Well, I guess we'd better get started, then ... unless you'd rather stay 
parked here awhile," Karl said huskily, the suggestive quality in his voice 
a clear indication that he felt encouraged by her squirming against him a 
moment ago. Jesus, just the barest possibility of being able to fuck this 
gorgeous blonde made his thick cock jerk to semi-hardness in his trousers. 
If he thought he could get away with it, he would like nothing better than 
to ram it to her in the back seat right here and now, until she begged for 
mercy. 

"No, Karl, we'd better start home before it gets any later," April said 
hastily. Sighing out loud, the dignified-looking man put the Mercedes in 
gear and pulled out on the narrow road that led back to town. They drove 
along in silence, each one thinking to himself of what had happened, or at 
least had almost happened, back there where they had parked. 

Almost an hour later, Karl brought the car to a quiet halt in the driveway 
at Willow Run. Against her better judgment, she allowed him to talk her into 
having another quick drink of Scotch before they went into the house. Her 
head was reeling in giddy intoxication as they made their way up the front 
steps together, the older man's arm draped familiarly around her slim waist 
as they entered the darkened living room. Just inside the door, he stopped 
abruptly and spun the shapely blonde around to face him, his brawny arms 
snaking out to encircle her waist and draw her tightly against him as he 
bent down his head to grind his mouth hard against her succulent red lips. 
At first, she struggled out of surprise and fear but his male strength was 
too great for her and she knew it was useless to resist. His hot tongue 
darted into the warm moistness of her mouth like a scalding fleshy lance and 
swiped at her tongue, licking and exploring it for awhile and then sucking 
on it with his lips until finally she pulled backwards and managed to free 
herself from his imprisoning arms. But something else had happened to her 
senses in that moment, something in that brief erotic contact that was more 
than fear and revulsion. It was as though her reason had been stolen away 
and she had been blinded to everything else around her but the nerve-jolting 
surges of pleasure she had felt from the hot probings of his tongue in her 
mouth. 

"I-I think I'd better go upstairs and see if the children are asleep," April 
said falteringly, thankful that her dazed mind was capable of coming up with 
an excuse to get her out of this dangerous situation ... at least 
temporarily. 

"Aw hell, baby, you know damned well that they're asleep," Karl rasped 
impatiently. "There wasn't a light on anywhere in the house when we came up. 
And besides, it's about time they learned to let you enjoy yourself. I mean, 
you are a mature woman, aren't you? You've got a right to have a little fun 
of your own, don't you? So come on, relax." 

"Well, maybe you're right," she said uncertainly, "but I've at least got to 
freshen up a little before we go out anywhere for dinner." She knew that her 
voice clearly betrayed her anxiety at being alone with him this way and now 
she could no longer trust even herself. She desperately needed time to think 
things over, to decide for herself what it really was that she had felt 
during his embrace. 

"Oh, all right. Go ahead and get ready," he said with a little snarl of 
reluctance as he reached down to switch on a nearby table lamp. "But you'd 
better not go upstairs, you know, or you might wake up Brooke and Jackie." 

"I'll try not to be very long," she assured him, ignoring his sarcasm as she 
strode quickly across the spacious living room toward a downstairs bathroom 
at the back of the house. He grumbled under his breath as he watched her 
beautifully curved, voluptuous form disappear through the door. God, he 
wanted to fuck her, he thought to himself, but he knew now that it was not 
going to be as easy as he had hoped. He would need a little help. He 
disliked the idea of having to resort to anything but his own masculine 
charm to turn on a woman, but April Westingway was no ordinary woman and her 
temptingly rounded body was more than enough to make him forget his ego for 
the moment. 

Reaching inside his coat pocket, he withdrew a small clear cellophane packet 
of something that appeared to be powder and stared at it curiously as he 
held it up to the light. It was a "special" mixture that he had bought from 
one of the grooms at the track. The stuff would turn even the coldest, most 
uncooperative bitch into a raving nympho, the groom had promised him and it 
was supposed to be imported from Africa. As potent and expensive as it was, 
the old groom had said that the colorless powder was practically tasteless 
and could be given to an unsuspecting woman without fear of detection. Well, 
Karl smiled, he would see just how effective this aphrodisiac was ... If it 
worked on April, it would be worth every penny and he would not even mind 
too much if she succumbed to its effects instead of just his own devious 
attempts to seduce her. 

The distinguished-looking, grey-haired man walked hurriedly over to the bar 
and took out glasses and a nearly-full bottle of sweet vermouth. After 
pouring both glasses half-full of the rich amber-colored liquid, he shook 
out about a third of the contents of the cellophane packet into one glass. 
He stirred in the powder with one finger and seeing it dissolve completely, 
shrugged his shoulders and tapped in some more. Hesitating a moment, a wry 
smile crossed his face and he moved the packet over to the other glass, 
shaking out the remainder of the "special" mixture into the vermouth it 
contained. Hell, why not? he chuckled devilishly. After all, lie would not 
want April to go crazy just because he could not supply her with all the 
hard cock she needed. 

"Oh, you've fixed drinks," April observed as she entered the room, a slight 
frown of disapproval clouding her freshly made-up face. "Are you sure we'll 
have time, Karl? I'm awfully hungry and we've already had more than enough 
to drink ... for me, anyway." 

"Darling, please, indulge me just this once," he urged, barely able to 
conceal his surprise at her unexpected early return. "I've only fixed us two 
harmless little drinks, just vermouth and I promise you that we'll leave for 
dinner just as soon as we finish them ... if you want to." 

"Okay, Karl, you win," the stunning blonde laughed uncomfortably, a faint 
trace of worry in her expression. She lifted her glass then and sipped 
slowly at the sweet, strangely murky liquid as she moved around Karl to take 
a seat casually on the arm of the massive couch alongside the bar. She was 
almost amazed when the tall good-looking man began to chat idly about her 
horses, about Brooke and Jackie, about everything but what she had expected 
since his bold sexual overtures earlier. As she had brushed her long blonde 
hair and applied fresh makeup in the back bathroom, her mind had raced 
frantically in an attempt to think up new convincing excuses to ward off the 
advances that she was certain he would make when she returned to the living 
room. But now that he seemed perfectly content to just sit there beside her 
and make innocent small talk, she could feel herself mentally unwind. She 
was even glad that he had fixed them another drink, for the sweet red 
vermouth seemed to soothe her and she did not feel the same nervous tension 
she had felt before. For that matter, she had to admit that there was an 
element of disappointment in her reaction to his unexpected calmness toward 
her now. She could not deny that she had felt powerful surges of unwanted 
sexual arousal when they had parked in the Mercedes and just awhile ago, 
when he had kissed her so hotly in this very room. The thought that she 
might be kidding herself about her own sexual needs slowly occurred to her 
and she began to wonder if she was the same person that she had been a few 
moments ago. Maybe she was someone else now. It frightened her to think that 
she might be, that some formerly hidden part of herself was emerging to take 
control of her senses. 

Suddenly the room began to grow hot. It was as though the heat was beginning 
to stimulate her against her will and she began to squirm slightly down 
against the edge of the couch, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion push 
the hem of her skirt and the narrow crotchband of her panties up into the 
moistening crevice between her smooth white buttocks. 

"How do you feel now, baby? Still hungry?" Karl asked as he glanced down at 
the slight squirming movement of her sinuous lower torso, a slow knowing 
grin lighting his handsome face. 

"I-I don't know. I feel strange," April admitted after a long moment. "Maybe 
... maybe we should go now." 

"Do you really want to go now?" the older man asked, baiting the beautiful 
aroused blonde and openly licking his lips in anticipation as he slipped 
down on the couch beside her. She barely noticed his movement at first and 
continued to work the comer of the cushion between the moistened lips of her 
burning cunt. She could feel the wetness spreading between her satin-soft 
thighs and she spread them slightly apart to gain greater contact with the 
cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against the tiny, rising bud of 
her clitoris through the sheer covering of her panties. Then, suddenly 
remembering his presence, she looked guiltily out of the comer of her eye at 
Karl and saw that he was gazing down directly at the barely discernible 
movements of her lushly curving hips. God, she realized with horror, he was 
actually staring at her! He was watching her intensely with an almost 
obscene leer on his face and yet she felt somehow powerless to stop the 
shameful writhing undulations of her lower body. It was as though her body 
had magically separated from her mind, as if it had a will of its own and 
something was also warping her sense of time and even where she was at the 
moment. 

She took another long drink of the sweet vermouth to steady her alerted 
nerves but it did not seem to help. Surely it was only that she had had too 
much to drink, she decided dimly, leaning back on the couch to relax but 
careful not to lose contact with the edge of the cushion pressing into the 
wet crevice between her drug-fevered thighs. 

Oddly enough, she did not feel any great alarm when she found Karl's arm 
waiting behind her. Without thinking, she even settled back against it and 
jumped only slightly when his huge hand came to rest heavily on the covered 
mound of her breast. Actually, it seemed fairly harmless and felt 
pleasurably comforting. Even though she knew it was wrong, she found herself 
snuggling closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through 
her. But she would definitely not allow him to go any farther, she firmly 
resolved, despite the fact that a thrilling tingling sensation was growing 
stronger and stronger all around her gently contracting vagina. She knew 
that she should leap up from the couch at that very minute, before it was 
too late and her own excitement ran away with her, but she was mysteriously 
unable to move. 

"Well, what about it? Do you still want to go?" Karl asked hoarsely, the 
same suggestive leer on his face. The potent aphrodisiac was taking its toll 
on her ability to resist him, of that he was certain and it was having an 
equally strong effect on him. Christ, if he did not fuck the gorgeous bitch 
pretty soon, he would cum right in his pants. His huge thick cock was 
jerking like a tree in an earthquake and threatened to burst out into the 
open at any second. 

"Maybe we should wait awhile ... I feel sort of funny," she answered 
shakily, shuddering as his hand squeezed her heaving breast more tightly and 
she heard his breathing becoming heavier. She was afraid to look at him 
now-she was hypnotized into immobility as new waves of warm pleasure flooded 
through her throbbing wet loins, making her mind reel with dizziness. 

"Here, finish off your drink," he said, gesturing toward her almost empty 
glass. "It'll make you feel better." 

Nodding her head slowly up and down, like someone in a trance, she 
unthinkingly obeyed and drained off the last remnants of her spiked 
vermouth. It flowed smoothly down her throat and immediately intensified the 
deliciously erotic sensations radiating out from between her quivering 
parted thighs. She squirmed downward harder, the cushion edge forcing the 
nylon band of her panties deeper into the split of her sticky wet crotch. 
The soft smoothness of the material further excited the pink sensitive lips 
of her vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing ever stronger in the erect tip 
of her clitoris and had to bite down tightly on her lower lip to stifle the 
little moan of passion that was rising from her throat. She could not bring 
herself to resist as Karl's hand slipped slowly down inside the front of her 
dress and moved beneath her brassiere to cup the softness of her large, firm 
breast. She jerked automatically as he trapped the light brown nipple 
solidly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently back and forth. 
She knew she was on dangerous ground but promised herself again that this 
was as far as she would let him go with her-even though it felt 
fantastically good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging 
hand and pinching fingers. She pressed harder into the seat, feeling the 
cushion beneath her rocking buttocks moving deeper into her slightly parted 
cuntal lips. Her panties were completely soaked now and she squeezed her 
trembling thighs tighter together in a vain attempt to quell the maddening 
sensations that were mounting ever higher there. 

"I know what you're feeling, baby," Karl growled as he gave her full heavy 
breast an extra hard squeeze. "You're hot as hell, aren't you? Well, I can't 
think of a better time to fuck than right now." 

"Karl!" 

"Karl, hell!" the handsome grey-haired man retorted as he reached over and 
placed the warm palm of his hand firmly on her stockinged knee. "I know 
damned well that your hot little cunt is just aching to have my hard cock up 
in it as far as it can go." 

"Karl, please don't use that kind of language with me," April said quickly, 
her voice making a meek attempt to sound indignant. But he merely chuckled 
insultingly and grasped the snowy white mound of her breast even harder, 
thrilling and frightening her at the same time. She reached up then and 
tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but it was useless and her 
own hand fell back limply onto her lap. Her struggling had left her lower 
body unprotected and he had used the opportunity to slide his other hand 
quickly from her knee and up higher under her skirt, where now it clutched 
hotly at the silky smoothness of her inner thigh. April held her breath for 
what seemed an eternity, fighting with what little strength she had left to 
control the overwhelming flush of excitement racing through her. Her breath 
was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation deep in her belly grew 
even more unbearably delicious as she felt his fingers climb higher along 
the inside of her milk-white leg until they reached the naked warm flesh 
above the top of her stocking. 

My God, what was happening to her! Her nerves were shattered and her mind 
whirled crazily. She knew she should demand that he stop this debasing 
familiarity, right now. Even if she was separated from her husband Lee, she 
owed him faithfulness and she had already gone beyond the limits of reason 
by allowing Karl to squeeze and fondle her aroused body this way. And yet, 
perhaps she did owe herself a bit of pleasure-as long as it went no further 
than this. She could always stop him if he tried to do anything more than he 
was doing now. 

It was at that moment that she allowed her eyes to stray innocently down to 
the older man's lap. What she saw made her gasp and sent an electric chill 
darting wildly up her spine. God, she groaned inwardly, his penis was as 
hard as a rock and throbbed visibly as it tented up the front of his 
trousers, a seminal stain spreading out in a widening circle at the tip 
where it strained outward against the material. The lewd sight shocked and 
stimulated her more, simultaneously and she could feel the seeping wetness 
between her own trembling thighs increasing with every passing second. Her 
heart was pounding like a drum and she was certain he could feel it beneath 
her heavy swollen breast in his hand. She could sense that he was becoming 
restless and she knew that he could feel her occasionally grinding her 
shapely buttocks into the couch. Embarrassed, she tried to make it appear 
that she was merely shifting positions but his words a few minutes ago, 
about his knowing how excited she was, kept ringing in her muddled mind, 
making it seem useless to try to conceal what was obviously sexual arousal 
on her part. 

Karl's invading hands were making her whole body throb in guilty pleasure, 
kneading her large straining breast until the palpitating nipple grew so 
hard it seemed it would burst. His other hand slipped further up the soft 
fullness of her thigh and now his fingers were actually touching the flimsy 
nylon of her panties where they covered her lust-drenched vagina. The blonde 
beauty froze momentarily at the unexpected contact of his fingertips 
crawling insect-like over the sensitive, barely protected flesh. He was 
attempting to worm them inside the sheer garment and was just on the verge 
of success when suddenly she called upon the last dregs of her will power to 
react, mumbling in weak protest as she forced his hand out from under her 
skirt with both of hers. Avoiding his eyes, she pushed her dress back down 
to cover herself, a slight pang of regret coming over her at the loss of his 
thrilling touch so close to her tingling wet genitals. But this-was wrong, 
very wrong, she repeated over and over to herself, struggling to keep the 
memory of Lee alive in her mind. Even though he had deserted her, he was 
still her husband and she still loved him enough to remain loyal to him. God 
knows, she had suffered terribly for her one mistake with Pepi. But now, for 
some unexplainable reason, a change was taking place in her ripe female 
body. If only she did not feel so sexually aroused and frustrated, almost 
too weakened by her own lust to deny this man beside her anything he wanted. 
Something she could not understand had taken command of her senses this 
evening, something so overpowering that she was almost helpless ... 
something that was capable of lowering her natural defenses to the point of 
real danger. 

April felt Karl's free hand come to rest on the lap of her skirt and she 
placed one of hers over it, trying to hold it there in safety and still 
enjoy the light pressure of its weight. But he moved it by force to knead 
the pliant softness of her flat belly under the thin material of her dress. 
Teasing at the sparse sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen, 
his fingers rotated relentlessly against the mound of her excited pussy. She 
ground down harder against the cushion, hoping that he would think she was 
trying to escape his exciting manipulations and not suspect that secretly 
she was pressing the cushion edge up into her moist vaginal slit. The flood 
of female secretion was wetting her dress now and she could feel the warm 
moistness on the smooth cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down to feed 
the pleasure building there. As the grey-haired man's fingers worked 
steadily at her inflamed pubic region, her resistance lessened again and 
sheer passion rationalized away her fear and the awareness of danger. Oh 
God, it felt wickedly good, too good to lose ... not yet, anyway. 

Then, she felt the pressure of his hand and fingers lift from her burning 
swollen mound, causing her to moan out a little involuntary sound of loss. 

"Hey, baby, what do you think of this big thing," Karl suddenly rasped, 
interrupting her thoughts and the deep involvement she had been experiencing 
in her own pleasure. She swiveled her head around to gaze at him, drawing in 
her breath sharply at the awesome sight she beheld. His rigidly erect cock 
was jutting lewdly up into the air from the opened fly of his trousers, his 
left hand grasping the thick base of it as he looked at her with a leering 
grin of pride twisting his otherwise handsome face. She could hardly believe 
her eyes. Jesus, she thought in fascination and dread, it was a monster, a 
long thick tower of flesh that would tear apart any woman who tried to take 
such a huge thing inside her. But she could not take her eyes from it and 
continued to stare down at the massive penis like someone who had been 
hypnotized. No, this was not happening to her, she tried to convince 
herself, but there it was right before her very eyes, its broad purplish 
head glistening with the semen that oozed out of the hole at the end and ran 
slowly down its pulsing vein-ribbed length. 

"Come on, touch it," he said tauntingly, knowing how fully impressed she was 
by its tremendous size. But she could only shake her head back and forth to 
show him that she could not bring herself to touch it. Realizing that she 
was dumbfounded, he released his throbbing erect penis and reached over with 
his hand again to massage her pubic mound under the wetness of her dress and 
panties. She grabbed his wrist again but it did not stop him. It was still 
able to move about freely, teasing her quivering vagina and belly 
mercilessly through the thin fabric of her clothes. There was nothing she 
could do but close her eyes tightly and resign herself to the maddening 
sensations of pleasure coursing through her entire body. It was almost as 
though he was touching her nakedness down there but still, still there was a 
dim hope in her dazed brain that he would go no further. 

Suddenly she gasped out in surprise. Karl removed his hand from her lap and 
moved it gradually up under her writhing buttocks and the couch cushion. His 
hand searched like an animal in the crevice between her smoothly rounded 
buttocks and she squirmed as his middle finger began a gentle stroking 
motion, pushing the folds of her skirt and panty-crotch up between the 
drenched lips of her steaming hot pussy. A gush of shame washed through her 
at the sudden currents of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to stop 
him. Karl's hand under her rounded bottom became bolder as he sensed her 
unspoken surrender to its probings. He hooked his fingers up to slide her 
skirt higher along the backs of her quaking thighs so that he could touch 
the moist softness underneath. The beautiful blonde could feel the light 
tickling sensation of the material slipping from between her thighs and the 
couch. No, no, she must stop him, she thought, but her whole being was 
raging with undeniable desire now and she could only sit there and submit to 
his outrages. 

April could feel the skirt being lifted even higher and she arched upwards 
inadvertently as his fingernail scratched the tender flesh of her thigh. He 
merely used her lifting movement to his own advantage and jerked the dress 
up all the way above her hips. Suddenly her columnar white thighs were bare 
and his hand covered all of the wet band of her nylon panties. Almost in the 
same movement, his middle finger slipped under the elastic leg-band and 
wormed between the hair-lined lips of her vagina. She let out a little cry 
as the older man inserted his middle finger into the moist warmth of her 
cuntal passage. 

"No, Karl, please," she whimpered pitifully. Her whole voluptuously writhing 
torso stiffened until gradually her tightly impaled vagina became accustomed 
to the intruding finger probing at the velvety softness of its tender walls. 
She could feel her own wetness seeping out on the palm of the hand beneath 
her as Karl pushed farther up inside her. Then she winced in pain as she 
felt another finger worm up into her alongside the first one, both of them 
beginning to move in tiny circles, expanding her tight little hole with each 
rotation. April was almost completely out of her mind now and she doubted 
that she could stand this torturous teasing of her fiery genitals a moment 
longer. Soon, though, the pain began to subside and was replaced by an even 
greater torrent of wonderful feeling. It was too glorious to describe and 
her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost anxious anticipation 
of what might come next. 

His other hand was still locked firmly over her nakedly heaving breast under 
her dress and she found herself actually straining forward against it, 
pressing the pinkish hardness of her erect nipple into his sweaty palm. 
Suddenly, she felt the pleasurable intrusion of his fingers lessen as he 
withdrew them from her throbbing wet vagina. In the next instant, he also 
pulled his right hand out of the front of her rumpled dress and moved away 
from her a little, his fingertips lingering a moment on her neck to play a 
light tracing game at the top of her spine, causing tiny shivers of delight 
to run over her back like invisible satin feet. Then he was standing at his 
full height in front of the couch, towering over her like some sort of giant 
sovereign with the strange power to make her lush female body respond as he 
wished. 

"All right, April, stand up. I want to feel you against me," he commanded 
huskily, taking her arm to help her to her feet, then savagely crushing her 
to him to plant an endless, fevered kiss that flattened and bruised her soft 
red lips. He was growing more impatient now, she knew, and his long massive 
cock throbbed like a thick wild nerve against her stomach. Her entire being 
was shaking violently with passion, her wide-open eyes showing a mixture of 
feeling-humiliation and fear and above all, pleasure. She felt her arms 
sinuously encircle his warm, well-muscled back, feeling his strength through 
his clothes, endorsing their passionate embrace with a sudden burst of 
strength from her own body. 

After several long moments of crushing contact, Karl disengaged himself from 
her and stepped back, first shrugging out of his coat and stripping off his 
white shirt and tie, his fingers then working frantically at the fly of his 
shorts. He slid his shorts and trousers together down over his knees to his 
ankles, leaning over then in what seemed one continuous movement to yank the 
clothing over his shiny black shoes. As he stood there in front of her, 
naked except for his shoes and socks, she lowered her blue eyes 
instinctively to take in the sight of the grey-haired man's long thick penis 
standing far out in the air, quivering like a wild animal that had been 
released from its cage. She uttered a muffled cry of surprise as she 
realized the hard fleshy cock was even larger than she had thought. Her 
heart skipped a few beats as she stared in awe at the menacing pole with its 
huge blood-filled head, the bloated testicles hanging between his legs as 
large as a child's clenched fists. Lifting her gaze slightly, she saw his 
hand move slowly from his side to take the enormous hardened rod of flesh 
between his fingers and begin to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin 
back and forth, forcing more gleaming droplets of semen out of the hole at 
the tip. He could see the fascination and fear registering on her beautiful 
face and he smiled cruelly at the teasing torment he was subjecting her to, 
making her drugged senses scream for him and terrifying her at the same 
time. 

April could do nothing but gape in disbelief as he massaged his own thickly 
pulsing cock in front of her. It felt as though his movements were dancing 
in her head and her own excited body began an involuntary swaying in time to 
that of his hand. Time and place had suddenly become more distorted than 
ever, something indefinable and it almost seemed as if she was already 
mystically linked with his naked male body. Without even realizing how it 
had happened, Karl was standing behind her now and she could feel the length 
of his naked body pressed warmly against her back. His arms extended around 
her and he was squeezing and cupping her firm full breasts that caused her 
to squirm her moon-shaped buttocks back hard against his solid hairy loins. 
The last weak thought she had of running faded into oblivion as she felt a 
hand leave her aching breasts and gently pull the zipper of her dress from 
her neck down to the cleavage of her buttocks. Then she felt a little tremor 
of panic as his hand slipped into the opening from behind and clamped around 
the spherical softness of her trembling ass-cheeks. Oh my God, my God, she 
moaned again and again to herself, she actually wanted him! She wanted him 
to do what he was doing and more! 

Every one of her muscles was as taut as a bow string as she responded 
against her will to the maddening manipulations of his hands on her smooth 
bare flesh. She jerked slightly as his other hand left her rounded breast 
and moved around behind to slip inside her dress, trailing a slow teasing 
path down the unresisting softness of her belly to insert itself in the thin 
elastic waistband of her panties. He teased thrillingly at the silky blonde 
pubic hair rising from the "vee" of her trembling loins, playing there for a 
moment and then curling down into the moist ready slit between her legs. 
April jumped forward a little as the hand curled further under her saturated 
pubic area, easily parting the swollen cuntal lips to slither a finger 
inside the tight elastic opening and send wild electric shocks racing 
through her. The huge rigidity of his cock was now pressed deep in the 
sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks, jerking and throbbing there like an 
animal with a mind of its own. She writhed back against it, licentiously 
imprisoned between it and the now deeply inserted finger that brought her 
hot cunt to a quivering new pitch of excitement. 

The beautiful blonde felt herself being guided toward the large wide couch 
beside them, Karl's strong hands tightly gripping the outward curves of her 
hips as he forced her down to it on her hands and knees. Her beautiful 
buttocks wavered in the air behind her and she shuddered from head to foot 
as she sensed his fingers lifting the skirt of her dress up above her 
milk-white flanks, bunching the material around her tiny waist and drawing 
her thin nylon panties quickly down over the rounded moons of her buttocks 
and off over her black pumps. A sudden draft of cool air wafted over her 
nakedly exposed buttocks and her lovely face flushed crimson red with shame. 
She could vaguely imagine what a sight she was presenting up to him, her 
entire lower body naked and waving involuntarily back at him in lewd 
invitation to any degrading attack he decided to make on her. But there was 
no time for regret now. The couch sagged as he dropped to his knees behind 
her and lowered his handsome head down between her moist inviting loins, 
flicking out his long tongue to lick hotly down the entire length of her 
passionately throbbing crevice. Then, like the gentle touch of a lizard, she 
felt him dart out the pointed tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered 
flesh of her anus, sending a surprising jolt of ecstatic pleasure through 
her that nearly caused her to lose balance. 

"Ooooh," April moaned as he continued to lick and tantalize her naked wet 
pussy, teasing at her until she rocked back against him, hating herself as 
she rotated her helplessly exposed loins in small circles around and around. 
God, what a bitch she was, she chided herself, but there was nothing in the 
world to compare with what she felt at that exact moment. It was something 
entirely new and unknown, something wicked! It wholly consumed her brain and 
she could not bring herself to think or even care about the fact that she 
was actually responding like a shameless slut to this humiliating depravity. 

Karl swiped his hot red tongue up along the pulsing wet slit one last time 
and then lifted his head to lick slowly along the creamy white smoothness of 
her back, following the tiny bony ridges of her spine until his progress was 
halted by the skirt bunched up around her narrow waist. Frustrated, he 
raised himself to grasp the bothersome dress with both hands, leaning far 
forward as he stripped it up over her head and shoulders. April pulled the 
dress the rest of the way off, lifting her hands one at a time so she would 
not lose her balance as she willingly freed herself of the encumbrance and 
tossed it on the carpet below. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she 
heard him mutter faintly as the skimpy, large-cupped undergarment slipped 
off her and was disposed of as the dress had been. Her magnificently full 
breasts burst out like heavy white mounds, swaying slightly under her trim 
torso in all their flawless majesty. She felt one of his hands reach forward 
to seize the fullness of her left breast, clamping his fingers around it 
harshly as he used the succulent mound for leverage to pull his own body up 
closer to her. 

She was completely naked now, kneeling there on all fours like a rutting 
animal, her gleaming long blonde hair spilling down around her slim 
shoulders onto the couch. She suddenly quivered in renewed fear as she felt 
the hugeness of the tightly swollen head of his cock press forward into the 
split between her wide-spread buttocks. She cringed forward to draw away 
from the rubbery bluntness of it pressing into her from behind, but Karl 
merely moved forward again, tightening his savage grip on her enticingly 
rounded hips. 

"Okay, baby, reach back and put it in you," he ordered in a breathless 
gasping voice. 

"Oh please, no, don't make me do this," she begged pathetically. She felt 
his fingers dig even more cruelly into her soft white flesh, trapping her 
naked lower body as though it were held secure in a human vise. Suddenly the 
full reality of what she was doing blazed anew in her lust-fogged mind. She 
was allowing herself to be taken on all fours, as if she were nothing more 
than a bitch in heat and she did not even know how or when it had really 
started. Yes, it was true, she admitted, true that her senses were 
absolutely haywire with desire and true that she was being unfaithful to 
Lee, her husband. But after all, he had left her, had deserted his own 
daughter and the son he had always rejected and was living with another 
woman at this very minute. What was the sense in being loyal to a man who 
was only her husband in name? 

"Goddammit, I said put my cock in your cunt," Karl growled, digging his 
nails into her tender flesh. April groaned as she felt the sensitive skin of 
her backside being torn at so brutally. Despite his thoughtless treatment of 
her, she still could not bring herself to submit. If only he would not use 
such filthy language, she thought, then maybe she could permit herself to 
obey his commands. 

A loud whack resounded in the room as the distinguished-appearing older man 
delivered a sharp blow on her milk-white buttocks with the flat of his hand. 

"Oooowwhh," April whimpered in pained surprise. She was unable to bear any 
more. In desperation, she reached back between her pried-open legs and 
closed her slender fingers around as much of the thickly bulging shaft of 
flesh as she could. My God, it was huge! It was even larger than she had 
thought and just that realization made her eyes fly open wide in sudden 
abject panic. 

Karl slapped the blonde's tender white buttocks again, harder this time, 
bringing a pained cry from her slightly parted lips. Fearfully, she guided 
the massive scarlet cock-head up against the tightly clenching entrance of 
her pussy, biting down hard on her lower lip to hold back the sobs of fear 
caught in her throat. Slowly, it began to prod and work against the set-open 
cuntal lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting 
ring of flesh. An agonizing stretching sensation flowed through her, as 
though the delicate pink flesh of her vagina were being torn apart. Then she 
felt her moist trembling loins being swept wider open and his long thick 
penis slithered up into her hot throbbing passage. The heavy weight of his 
hairy solid loins crashed forward hard against her yielding white ass, 
pushing her further up on the couch. 

"Aaaaaggggh!" she groaned through clenched teeth. Her tight cuntal passage 
was blazing with pain. The monstrous hard cock buried in it felt like a 
great drill tunneling deep up into her softly cringing belly. She struggled 
and writhed her imprisoned lower body in vain to escape the brutal 
impalement, but it was useless. Karl had skewered her all the way in up to 
the hilt and she was a hopeless captive now. April's plush red lips opened 
and closed in torment and sensation. Her tender cuntal walls were 
unaccustomed to the size of the long fleshy shaft penetrating her and it 
felt as though it reached all the way up to her full white breasts. Behind 
her, Karl crouched motionless for a moment, soaking the entire length of his 
gigantic penis in the moist, ravaged channel. She also remained still, 
hoping that not moving would alleviate the pain. She could feel every tiny 
ridge of flesh on his abnormally large shaft and cried out when he suddenly 
flexed it inside her, her brain a seething mass of white-hot fire and 
incoherency. Reflexively, she tensed her inner thigh muscles tightly 
together in an attempt to ease the abusive invasion, but the throb and 
contraction of her clenching pussy walls served only to taunt the probing 
rod of rock-hard flesh all the more. The grey-haired man pulled her back 
closer against him, sinking himself into her another inch. She could feel 
the blunt hard head nudging against her cervix, sending out unwanted 
currents of electric warmth to her womb and ail through the frayed 
nerve-endings of her body. 

Again he flexed the broad, blood-filled head of his impaling cock, this time 
withdrawing it halfway from her hot wet vagina, causing her to let out a 
choked sob as her cock-stretched vaginal walls tightened defensively around 
him. Gradually he eased it forward again, then out, lengthening his stroke 
this time. She heard him gasping and panting behind her as he began to rock 
rhythmically and gently in and out of the velvet soft confines of her 
bruised pussy. Little by little, the pain eased and she too began to feel a 
strange masochistic pleasure rippling through her. The flaxen-haired beauty 
began to undulate her naked buttocks obscenely in tiny circles, keeping time 
with the rhythm of the long thick cock fucking into her from behind. God, 
she realized, she was actually beginning to enjoy it. The torturous pain was 
ebbing away more and more, releasing her into a heady feeling of ecstasy. 

"How does it feel, baby?" Karl grunted. 

"Ooooh," she moaned back at him, "it's so goood." 

Kneeling over her crouching ripe body, he gritted his teeth and fucked in 
and out of her with longer, harder strokes that seemed to receive their 
momentum from the very tips of his toes. A feeling of fantastic power filled 
him as he held her soft flaring hips down in total subjection to his thickly 
throbbing cock skewering relentlessly up into her. He could feel the pliant 
fleshy ridges deep inside her naked belly rippling before the merciless 
onslaught of his hard driving penis. He knew that she was his now, his slave 
and he stretched the pale quivering moons of her buttocks wide with his 
fingers, watching the pink wet folds of her cunt clinging tightly around his 
rampant hard shaft. He levered forward suddenly on the tips of his toes to 
plunge up into her flat soft stomach as far as he could possibly go, sinking 
the last fraction of an inch through the fleshy resistance deep inside her, 
the sensitive blood-engorged cock-head ramming her so hard that it brought a 
soft explosive sound from her lips as if the breath had been knocked from 
her. 

Karl's twisted, lustful expression gave way to a small smile as he realized 
that she had never been fucked this deeply before in her life. It was good 
that he had decided to use the special passion-producing powder or maybe she 
would not be able to lose herself so completely in the screwing he was 
giving her. Well, he grinned, he certainly would see to it that she was not 
in the least way disappointed. He routed the turgid, jerking head of his 
buried cock deep around inside, enlarging the virginal end of her hotly 
clasping pussy and feeling its squeezing clasp gripping his rigidity like 
warm elastic. 

"UUuuuuhhh," he wheezed as her soft enveloping tightness brought a tingling 
flash of pleasure shooting through his heavy sperm-laden balls. April's eyes 
batted open and shut in a lost daze of passion and she spread her smooth 
shapely thighs wider apart as she lowered her rounded buttocks, forcing Karl 
behind her to alter his position and follow her to a shallower level. She 
could feel with obscene delight the graze of his curling pubic hair against 
her sensitive white ass-cheeks when he lunged forward. She dropped from her 
elbows even lower then, to the flatness of the couch so that her magnificent 
firm breasts were squashed tightly against it and billowed out enticingly on 
each side of her slender chest. She began to slowly rotate her upper torso 
on the cushion, the abrasiveness of the material arousing her pink nipples 
to an even greater hardness as she felt the thickly tunneling cock behind 
her embed its full throbbing length inside her. The rubbery distended head 
grazed against the flat surface of her cervix, probing deeper than anyone 
had been before. 

April had forgotten the humiliation of bending like a slave while a friend 
fucked her from behind, venting his male lust in her lust-drenched pussy. 
Also forgotten was the thought of her unfaithfulness to her absent husband. 
Nothing at all mattered now but the obscene pleasure she felt at this exact 
second, a tide of sensation that forced everything else out of her being. 
She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted the older man to fill her hot 
little belly with every bit of huge stiff cock he had. 

Her whole beautifully rounded body writhed and pitched as Karl continued to 
fuck hard and deep into her tight moist cunt. With his every solid forward 
lunge now, he jarred her very soul, forcing it out of her and her blonde 
mane of hair swayed shimmeringly from side to side. His tensed lunging body 
was now a ball of sheer uncontrollable passion that had unleashed itself 
completely against the squirming, excitingly soft flesh mingling with his 
own. The very fact that she was fucking back on him like a wanton bitch 
goaded him on to heights of lustful savagery unknown even to him. 

"How do you like it, baby? ... Do you like ... my long cock ... fucking ... 
up your pussy?" he taunted obscenely, spitting out the words between 
gulpings for air as he rammed several extra hard strokes between her 
wide-splayed legs. He wanted to reduce her completely to his will, in mind 
as well as body, so she knew her master. He wanted to sadistically revenge 
himself for all the sexual frustration he had felt every time he had been 
around her in the past. 

"I ... oh yes," she hissed, ashamed of admitting it aloud and yet afraid of 
offending him lest she lose the blissful feeling of having his huge fleshy 
penis filling her insides. 

"Yes what?" he demanded contemptuously, giving her another extra hard 
stroke. "Say it!" 

"Oooohhh, yessss, I luuuuvwe it ... your long cock ... fucking my ... cunt 
... Ooooohhh," she finally gasped, lifting up her smooth white buttocks to 
receive the full delicious reward of his thrusts again. She was filled with 
humiliation but was not too ashamed to refuse him. Her drugged mind reveled 
in her wickedness and she screwed her voluptuously soft white buttocks up 
tight against his hard pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing heaviness 
of his sperm-bloated balls pressed hard into the wet crevice below her 
vagina. 

Karl slaved behind her, moving gradually into longer and smoother strokes 
that brought his blood-inflated penis almost all the way out of her wetly 
clasping pussy on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her again 
with a force that pushed in her swollen hair-fringed pussy lips. He grinned 
at the thought of her further humiliation and moved one hand off her waving 
hip to slide his fingers down over the tight smooth skin of her ass. He 
found her small puckered anus unprotected and it was soft and warm. 

He could feel the tight-ringed hole working with the laboring movement of 
her softly straining body and suddenly he pushed into it with a quick jab 
that made the tender rubbery flesh yield before his attack. 

"Noooo," she groaned, the sound tumbling from her mouth in painful protest, 
her lips parted as if at the end of a long breath. He thrust his middle 
finger in harder, taking a savage pleasure in hearing her sounds of 
subjugation. She groaned again, louder this time, from the agonizing outrage 
against her defenselessly trapped ass-hole. 

But he would give her no mercy. He worked his finger around and around 
inside, cruelly stretching the rubbery softness as he ground into her. Then, 
he slipped in a second finger with the first and felt the warm resistance 
give way as he pushed further into the depths of the soft warmth. Moment by 
moment, the deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed and became 
whimpers and finally turned to moans of pure pleasure as her anus slowly 
grew accustomed to this debasing, unnatural invasion. Karl's contorted face 
broke into a smile of triumph as he felt her begin to slowly screw her 
helplessly skewered rectum back on his fingers as he probed them 
methodically around the warm rubbery depths. She was doubly impaled between 
his hard throbbing cock in her wide-stretched vagina and his fingers shoved 
tightly up into her tender young ass-hole. 

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck," she chanted in front of him, her lovely face contorted 
in an unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned lust. He grunted and groaned 
and quickened his strokes, grinding hard so that his long swollen cock bored 
far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her large breasts 
heaved and quivered as they swayed under her bucking body, the erect brown 
nipples dancing like frantic eyes on the ends. 

Suddenly she tightened and shivered in front of him. 

"Oh Jesus! ... Oh Christ! I'm cumming, I'm ccuuummming! Oooohh, 
oooooooohhhh!" 

Karl felt her hot moist cunt loosening around him and warm gushes of sticky 
wet liquid flowing out on his thick pistoning penis. He thrust faster, 
desperately digging deep into her, wanting her to remember this tremendous 
orgasm for the rest of her life. She jerked up high toward him several 
times, the spread lips of her cunt sucking and working at his tone-hard cock 
as she tried to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short gulping gasps 
and he thrust deeper again, feeling his own hot load building up for an 
earth-rocking release. His rigid length flexed and unflexed, expanding and 
contracting inside her relentlessly brutalized vagina. Then, unable to 
restrain himself a second longer, he erupted. His hot thick liquid shot up 
deep into the far comers of her womb, filling her almost to bursting, mixing 
lewdly with the wetness of her own fantastic cumming. Her brain whirled in 
mindless sensuality as the scalding powerful squirts kept coming, filling 
her to overflowing with its white stickiness. The moist slippery walls of 
her plundered cunt clasped and unclasped, milking at the jerking cock 
insanely, until at last he collapsed forward onto her arched back like a 
lifeless hulk. 

April collapsed limply under him, her legs like rubber as they kicked out 
and fell on the couch. Her heart was beating crazily in her chest. The 
shiny-haired blonde was spent and satiated as never before and the sudden 
wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where 
she was and who was sprawled on top of her with his thick cock still driven 
deep inside her softly throbbing vagina. Tears began to race down her cheeks 
as she pictured the obscene sight they must make with her long legs spread 
wide and Karl lying up between them, sticky white cum pooling on the couch 
cushion beneath their exhausted bodies. 

Well, April thought bitterly as she lay there panting, she had been fucked, 
fucked half to death and still she did not really understand why she had 
allowed it to happen. Certainly she had enjoyed it but she doubted now that 
she could face herself or the children without feeling lamed by guilt. 

"Jesus, you're great, baby," Karl said between breaths as he rolled off her 
and onto the couch, his now deflated cock popping out of her battered vagina 
and leaving a thin white trail of sticky cum like a bridge between them. Oh 
God, she groaned secretly, it was enough to have been so weak and to have 
allowed herself to surrender to this man whose cum lay hot and white deep in 
her belly, but to listen to him talk about it this way was absolutely 
unbearable. 

"Karl, if you don't mind, I think you'd better go home now. It's awfully 
late," she said coldly. Suddenly she wanted nothing more in the world than 
to be left alone with her misery and humiliation. The very picture in her 
mind of them laying together this way, after having indulged themselves in 
an obscene bout of animalistic sex, nauseated her. 

"What's the matter, baby, did old Karl tire you out?" he laughed, a ring of 
unmistakable pride in his voice. 

"Yes, you did," April replied simply, meaning exactly what she had said. For 
the wealthy grey-haired man had utterly exhausted her, mentally as well as 
physically and she was relieved when she felt him lift his burden of weight 
from her naked sprawled body. Within a few minutes, Karl was completely 
dressed again and stood there looking none the worse for wear. Another wave 
of sickening shame flooded through her as she realized that she was still 
undressed and just lying there with her long legs spread apart, her blonde 
pubic thatch still damp and shiny with the lewd cum malting it. 

"Well, baby, I'll be seeing you soon," Karl said in a surprisingly gentle 
voice. Then, sincerely, he added, "I mean it, you know. You were really 
fantastic, April. I can't remember when I've been with a woman who enjoyed 
fucking as much as you seem to." 

"Thank you, Karl." the thirty-four year old blonde said flatly, without 
emotion, as she swung herself up into a sitting position. "Good night." 

"Sure, sweetheart, I'll be going now. I'll see you at the track," Karl waved 
jauntily as he turned on his heel and strode off toward the front door. A 
moment later, April was left alone with the stern accusing silence of the 
room and the realization that she had again committed a crime against 
decency and her husband, the man she loved and wanted home. First, there had 
been Pepi, her trainer and now this evening there was Karl. God, what kind 
of whore was she! Her whole world had exploded in her face again within a 
matter of the last few hours and the full meaning of its awful impact was 
beginning to penetrate her tortured mind. She began to wish she were dead, 
that somehow she could just disappear into thin air and not have to face the 
shattering fact that she was some kind of slut possessed by a demon. The 
sight of her clothes lying there on the floor in a scattered, haphazard pile 
was proof enough that something wicked sometimes came over her. 

Finally, she moved her still naked body experimentally and rose unsteadily 
from the couch to pick up her clothing. Every one of her limbs ached and she 
could see that there were red welts where Karl's fingers had dug so harshly 
into the soft white skin of her tender breasts. 

Well, she sighed, there was at least one thing she could be thankful for. 
She had cleared up what might have become a ticklish situation by telling 
her daughter, Brooke, that Jackie was her brother and not eligible as a 
boyfriend or potential lover. It was a relief to know that she had warned 
Brooke against becoming attracted to him. Now, her two precious children 
would never wander innocently into an embarrassing situation the way she had 
this evening. That was one disaster that she had taken precautions to 
prevent, she consoled herself as she started toward her bedroom upstairs. 
She had decided not even to bother with dressing and her wrinkled clothes 
hung in a wad from her right hand, like pitiful symbols of her state of mind 
just now. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Even though she had seen it with her own eyes, it was still hard to believe, 
Brooke Westingway thought as she sat alone in the darkness of her bedroom. 
But her brain was a lot clearer now and the unexpected sight of her own 
mother kneeling down in front of Karl was less alarming and much more 
acceptable to her. After all, the redheaded teenager rationalized, she would 
be one of the first ones to admit what it shame it was that her beautiful 
mother had been denying herself and letting her desirably ripe body go to 
waste. It had seemed that way, anyway and Brooke realized how hypocritical 
it would be to blame her mother for actually doing what she had been 
dreaming of for herself lately. Perhaps she had been shocked at first 
because Karl seemed like such a different kind of person from anyone she 
imagined April being drawn toward ... especially for sex. The sweet-faced 
girl had come to regard Karl like a sort of distant uncle, a kind and 
generous man with money whom she associated with racetracks and thoroughbred 
horses. The thought that he was also a man, with strong male sex drives, had 
never really occurred to her before this evening. 

She remembered how she had been sitting by herself like this in the 
darkness, a couple of hours ago now, restless and unable to sleep as, for 
the thousandth time since her mother had told her, she mulled over the fact 
that Jackie was her real brother. At last, she had been unable to just sit 
there thinking about it any longer and had slipped a light coat on over her 
thin summer nightgown in preparation for a walk on the beach. A few minutes 
later, when she had stepped outside through the kitchen door, the yellow 
summer moon had taken her breath away with its splendor and she had stood 
there a minute to fill her lungs with the balmy warm night air. 

Not long afterwards, she had reached her special favorite spot on the beach 
and had sat down on the cool sand to watch the frothy staggered lines of 
surf roll in to shore. She had felt herself drift away and become lost in 
the rhythms of the sea as it slithered in and played out in bubbles only a 
few yards from her feet, then hissed back to regather itself. For some 
reason, the sensuous succession of waves had forced her to picture again how 
Jackie had stroked his hard young penis in between Emma's wide spread thighs 
the other day. The memory had caused the shapely young redhead to squirm 
uncomfortably as she sat there, her perfectly rounded little buttocks 
beginning to grind down rhythmically in time with the cadence of the waves. 
It had almost frightened her how the lunar tide had seemed to pull so 
powerfully at her recently awakened young loins. The night air had searched 
in through her coat and tugged teasingly at the flimsy nightgown she wore, 
drawing the soft material lightly over her pink bud-like nipples and causing 
them to stiffen to erection. The sensation alone had been enough to make her 
think again of Jackie and she had remained there, lost in forbidden erotic 
reverie, for an undetermined length of time. 

Finally, the breeze had grown chill and she had risen to begin the trudge 
home through the heavy sand with a strangely sad and melancholy feeling in 
her heart. Later, approaching the house, she had spotted Karl's long, sleek 
low-slung Mercedes parked in the driveway, the yellow light of the moon 
shining on its glossy cream-colored hood and fenders. She had seen that a 
lamp was on in the living room and had decided to re-enter the house 
silently through the same way that she had left. It had not been anything 
but respect for their privacy and that she had wanted to be alone just then 
that had prompted her to want to slip in unnoticed. 

She had been tiptoeing along the corridor between the living room and the 
stairway leading to the upper part of the house when a strangling moan had 
reached her ears, alarming her. Stealthily, she had crept up to the lighted 
doorway and peeked carefully into the front room. 

She had almost fainted at first when she saw her mother and Karl together on 
the huge couch. She had stood there watching them make love for what seemed 
an eternity, her green eyes wide with wonder and fascination as she observed 
April kneeling and writhing like a crazed animal while the handsome 
grey-haired man thrust himself wildly back and forth between her rounded 
wide-spread thighs. Brooke had been able to clearly see the thick, hard 
length of the older man's penis ramming deep up into her mother's trim 
belly. When her initial shock had worn off, the pretty seventeen-year old 
girl had become thoroughly mesmerized by the sight of the naked couple's 
complete sexual abandonment. She had been reminded of Jackie and Emma again, 
the only other people she had ever seen making love and she had not been 
able to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of Karl's huge glistening 
penis plunging into April's hungry wet vagina like a battering ram, pushing 
the moist unresisting folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel 
searching head. It had been like something out of a dream and yet the 
shapely young redhead had begun to feel very real tingles of excitement in 
her own yearning loins. A glassy, faraway look had come to her eyes and she 
had been ashamed of the slightly wet warm sensation that she felt deep in 
the pit of her stomach as she gazed out of the darkness into the softly 
illuminated room. 

Brooke had been able to see the look of insane passion on her mother's 
beautiful face and how the cords of muscle in her neck had tightened 
suddenly in an unmistakable sign that something great was about to happen 
within her. Then it had happened. April had groaned out an obscene torrent 
of ecstatic sounds, followed not long afterwards by similar but deeper 
sounds from Karl. The long thick length of his cock had suddenly jerked and 
grown even larger as he had emptied his hot sperm far up inside April's 
twisting, voluptuous body. 

Brooke had stayed there only a moment or two longer and then, fearing 
detection, had turned and crept soundlessly up to her moonlit bedroom. She 
had crawled into bed, her breath coming in short excited gasps as she 
allowed the scene she had just witnessed to flash through her mind. After a 
while, she had heard her mother creep quietly up the stairs and along the 
hallway to her own bedroom. 

Now, with the big house completely dark and silent again, Brooke tried to 
relax as she thought over the unusual events of the last few days. But her 
adolescent blood had been stirred up and she found it practically impossible 
to lie there without twisting and turning nervously on her bed. The pictures 
in her mind of April and Karl making wild love together gradually dissolved 
into half formed visions of another scene, one similar to what she had 
imagined it must be like to feel a solid male body in the throes of passion. 
Only this time the characters in her dream were different. It was not her 
mother or the maid, Emma, whom she saw enjoying the transport of sexual 
intercourse with a man. It was herself and the man was not really a man but 
a boy; it was Jackie, her half-brother, whom she envisioned lunging against 
her helpless young body. She was fully aware of the wickedness of such a 
dream but she could not help herself from wondering how it would feel to 
have his virile young penis planted between her smooth suntanned thighs. She 
lay spread-eagled on top of the covers, her hand drifting unconsciously down 
over the silky softness of her belly to the downy patch of auburn-colored 
pubic hair surrounding her tight pulsing cunt. Cripe, she thought, what if 
she had the courage to just jump up right now and go next door to Jackie's 
bedroom? What if he was lying awake at that very moment, thinking of her in 
the same way as he stroked his long hard cock with his hand? Her brain 
whirled in tormenting sensuality as she considered the possibilities of ever 
being fucked by the good-looking boy. A disturbing throbbing sensation began 
to spread through her aroused genitals and she was tempted for a moment to 
play with herself the way she had after seeing him with Emma. 

But no, she decided, it was silly to work herself up for nothing. She 
remembered how frustrated she had been after that torturous session of 
masturbation and did not want to repeat it now. Instead, she forced herself 
to think of other, less exciting things and slowly drifted off into a deep 
peaceful unconsciousness. 

Several rooms away, April grew listless and finally fell asleep too, her 
muddled mind no longer able to cope with the confusing barrage of questions 
that had been attacking it ever since Karl's departure. If only Lee were 
beside her now, where he belonged, her slumber would have been even deeper 
and not just an escape. 

Late the following morning, Jackie rolled over lazily in bed and blinked his 
eyes experimentally. The sun had already risen to almost its full height and 
was flooding in through the window to glitter blindingly in the full-length 
mirror next to the door. Outside, the birds were singing in full chorus, 
their songs full of busyness and brash gaiety. The handsome sixteen-year old 
boy gradually focused his dark eyes on the hands of the rhythmically ticking 
clock on the night stand next to the bed. 

It was after eleven o'clock! 

God no, he groaned in disbelief as he threw back the sheet and jumped 
immediately out of bed. He and Brooke had agreed yesterday that they would 
get up early and go to the track together. Their plan had been to watch 
several of the Westingway two-year olds go through their paces on the 
training track. Now Brooke would skin him alive! She was probably already 
out there, fuming as she watched the stream-lined young thoroughbreds fly 
around the oval stretch of turf during their workouts. She had been acting 
strangely toward him lately anyway-and this would certainly not help 
matters. 

His mind buzzed with possible excuses to give her as he bustled about the 
sunlit bedroom, trying to organize his thoughts as he brushed his 
fashionably long hair and then searched through drawers and closets for 
something suitable to wear. He hoped that perhaps he could offset the 
importance of his lateness by wearing something she would like. But it 
turned out to be one of those exasperating times when everything he owned 
seemed to be either dirty or somehow inappropriate. He decided to take a 
quick shower to give him time to think. 

In the bathroom, as he luxuriated in the mind-calming coolness of the 
shower, he thought over his relationship with Brooke. It seemed strange to 
him that she should be his sister-even his half-sister-and he wondered just 
how it would affect her if she ever found out the whole truth about his 
being her brother. Actually, that she had no idea of the truth was an 
advantage to him, for he could get away with treating her just like almost 
any other sexy-looking young girl. He thought of the many seemingly innocent 
physical contacts he had had with her and knew instinctively that, as 
brother and sister, those same contacts would have taken on a different and 
uncomfortable character. Nor could he forget the exciting memory of her 
total nakedness in the shower the other day. She was beautiful without any 
clothes on and he had wanted to do more than just look at her. 

A moment later, Jackie was out in the bedroom again, standing on a shaggy 
rug in front of the mirror as he puffed and toweled dry his smooth-muscled 
young body. He was still thinking of the irony of his relationship to Brooke 
and it seemed to amuse him. Then, suddenly, the grin on his sun-bronzed face 
straightened to a look of seriousness as he remembered how late he was. 
Maybe she had forgotten ... but no, that was not likely. 

He hurriedly wrapped a towel around his mid-section and on impulse, went out 
into the hallway and stepped next door to Brooke's bedroom. So what if he 
was almost naked, he shrugged, remembering that April was no doubt already 
at Del Mar and Emma, the maid, hardly mattered anyway. When he opened the 
door and peeked cautiously inside a moment later, what he saw nearly took 
his breath away. 

His half-sister, Brooke, was still asleep in bed, lying completely naked on 
top of the sheets with the sunshine streaming in bright shafts across her 
smooth suntanned limbs. Christ, she was even sexier than he had thought, the 
dark-haired boy marveled as he shut the door quietly behind him. Her firm 
young breasts were voluptuously full and the tiny pink nipples on the ends 
seemed softly relaxed in the warmth of the late morning sun. Lowering his 
eyes, he drank in the intoxicating sight of the honey-colored pubic hair 
surrounding the tight virginal slit of her cuntal opening. He felt a strong 
temptation to walk over to the bed and run his hands lightly over her soft 
golden flesh but he could see that she was waking up. For some reason, he 
remained glued to the spot where he stood and did not try to slip out of the 
room before she discovered him there. It might be sort of fun to see what 
she would do when she saw him gawking at her, he thought and besides, now he 
could put the blame on her for sleeping so late. 

"Good morning, Brooke," the attractive boy greeted her in a casual tone of 
voice. 

"Jackie!" she blurted as she opened her eyes fully and saw his lithe form 
lurking by the door. 

"Yeah, it's Jackie. I thought you wanted to go to the track with me this 
morning," he said with mock severity, his gaze still pinned unswervingly on 
her choice girlish nakedness. "I was all ready to go, but you were still 
asleep and I was afraid to get you up." 

"Oh, that's right," the pretty redhead gulped, her hand flying up to cover 
her open mouth. "I'm so sorry, Jackie. I guess I just forgot to set the 
alarm." 

"Well, don't worry about it," he said magnanimously. "Hell, it's worth 
missing the workouts just to see you without your clothes on for a change." 

Brooke gasped and grabbed up the sheet to cover herself as it dawned on her 
that she was lying there stark naked in front of him. After she had hidden 
her high proud breasts and the lower part of her body from his intense gaze, 
she realized with a slight flush of embarrassment that he was wearing only a 
damp towel around his slim muscular hips. Her bright green eyes locked on 
the area between his legs where she could see a large, slightly throbbing 
bulge protruding outward under the white bath towel. It fascinated and 
excited her and she thought back to the night before when she had pictured 
him holding its hardened length in his clenched hand. Then she remembered 
the unsettling sight of her mother kneeling down on all fours while Karl had 
made love to her from behind. Well, she mused, if she wanted her brother to 
do something like that to her, now would certainly be the perfect time. Not 
that she would ever have the courage to go through with something like that, 
but it was exciting to consider, all the same. 

"If you'll get out of here long enough for me to get dressed, maybe we can 
hurry and at least have lunch at the track," Brooke suggested brightly. She 
was terribly nervous and felt as if she would explode if he continued to 
stand there gaping at her much longer. The handsome dark-haired teenager was 
not even looking at her face but down lower, as though his smoky 
coffee-colored eyes could burn right through the thin sheet and devour her 
soft naked flesh again. How long had he been getting his eyeful before she 
woke up? She wondered as she waited anxiously for his reply. 

"Aw, the hell with it," he said with a curt wave of his hand. "Why don't we 
just shoot the bull for a while and have lunch here later?" 

"What about Emma, Jackie? Are you sure she wouldn't think I was in the way?" 
Brooke asked sarcastically, a kittenish glint in her narrowed eyes. 

"Nah, she thinks you're okay," he said calmly, taking her attempted thrust 
right in stride. "She says you're too young and inexperienced to know much, 
but she seems to think you'll be all right as soon as you grow up a little." 

"Oh ... I guess she means I'll be all right in her eyes if I start going to 
bed with boys, the way she does," Brooke slashed back, her blood suddenly 
boiling with anger and resentment at what he had said. The curvaceous young 
redhead was so utterly infuriated by the thought of the maid looking upon 
her as nothing more than an ignorant child that she did not even notice when 
Jackie slid down slowly on the bed beside her. His hand came to rest only 
inches from where her closest thigh lay naked under the skimpy protection of 
the sheet. 

"Jesus Christ, Brooke, don't tell me you haven't even been screwed yet," he 
said in astonishment after a moment of calculated silence. He was fully 
aware of how sensitive she was to anything that even hinted of her not being 
adult and sophisticated, the perfect young model of April. 

"I don't really think that it's any of your business," Brooke retorted 
huffily. Then there was silence, except for the sound of their breathing, as 
she stared up indignantly at the ceiling. When no sound came from him, she 
realized that he must be studying her as she lay there. It was strange but 
she could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left 
behind them as they roved over her reclining, lightly covered form. Why 
should he bother looking at her that way? she asked herself. After all, she 
was merely a "young and inexperienced" girl and it was certainly no secret 
to her now that he could make love to Emma any time he wanted to. 

"You know, you're pretty," Jackie said suddenly. The words came as such a 
surprise to hear that at first she thought someone else had entered the 
room. She lifted her head to check the possibility and saw with relief that 
the compliment had come from Jackie. But it was a Jackie she did not 
recognize, a Jackie with tenderness that she had mysteriously felt in him 
but had not seen or heard until this instant. The very softness and 
sincerity in his voice sheared away her angry indignation like so much wool 
from a sheep. She felt giddy and her thoughts were confused now more than 
ever. 

"Come on, don't hand me that," she said defensively, afraid that any second 
now he would change the meaning of his remark into something else. 

"Okay, don't believe me," he said quietly, a hurt look in his eyes, "but I 
think you're a pretty chick ... and you're sexy as hell, too." 

"Gosh, thanks a lot," she found herself saying without thinking about it, 
then slowly realizing that this was the first time they had ever been 
voluntarily gentle with each other. Usually, they were either just "buddies" 
or were teasing each other mercilessly. She felt the bed give a little as he 
shifted his weight closer to her, his dark eyes still trained directly on 
her thinly-clad adolescent body. She cringed away from his nearness out of 
habit but she was not as uncomfortable now as she probably would have been 
at any other time. Somehow, the closeness of his almost naked body was 
comforting as well as sexually thrilling and she did not flinch so much as a 
fraction of an inch when his hand came to rest lightly on the brown bare 
skin of her shoulder. He smiled warmly at her as his hand moved slowly down 
from her slim shoulder and came to rest on her upper arm under the sheet, 
his knuckles pressed against the warm outward swell of her closest breast. 

Then he took her completely off balance by leaning forward unexpectedly to 
place a soft tender kiss on her moist lips. Brooke felt her ripe nubile body 
begin to shiver as she unthinkingly kissed him back, not wondering or really 
caring at the moment whether he was kissing her out of real desire or merely 
friendly affection. Had she been interested just then, she would not have 
had to wait very long to find out, for he increased the exciting pressure of 
his lips on hers and flicked out his hot tongue into the sensuous wetness of 
her mouth. At the same time, both of his hands drifted down under the sheet 
and cupped the smooth round fullness of her breasts, his thumbs teasing 
gently back and forth over the sudden hardness of her pink tingling nipples. 
She could hear him breathing heavily over her and wanted to open her eyes 
and look in his face to see if it reflected the same gentility with which 
his hands moved. But she was afraid that it would all suddenly end and he 
would erupt without warning into his usual sarcasm. She lay there without 
resistance as she felt him move one hand and carefully draw the protective 
sheet down off her responsive young body, leaving her completely naked again 
and available for his hungry eyes to feast on. 

"Aaaaahh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress down the 
full length of her beautiful helpless body. Her smoothly rounded breasts 
trembled and hardened more as his fingers made naked contact with the tips 
of her tiny erect nipples and she moaned again, not from shock but from some 
new alien wave of pleasure that began to tingle maddeningly in every nerve 
of her being. She was completely vulnerable now but felt no immediate fear. 
She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would 
not take advantage of her intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily 
through her mind that he would probably stop if she pleaded with him. But 
she had no intention of doing that now ... or should she stop him? The 
sudden realization that he was her brother, that what they were doing was 
actually incest, blazed painfully through her adolescent sex-blurred brain. 

"Jackie, no, we mustn't do this. You're my-" 

"Don't say it. Don't say anything," he admonished, cutting her short. He 
knew exactly what she had started to say and had instantly made up his mind 
not to let anything so trivial stand in the way of their having a good time 
in bed together. He sensed too that there had been a barely perceptible 
change in his pretty half-sister. It was almost as though she had understood 
his implied warning against spoiling their fun and now she was moaning again 
as she pressed up against him. Her body strained and worked in unison with 
his hands as they coursed over her. Growing bolder, the handsome youth 
reached beneath her to rub the silky warmth of her buttocks in small 
circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons and pressing with 
the tip of one finger against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. He thought 
of pushing into her but he did not want to do anything that would raise her 
guard and maybe ruin the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped 
the full firm cheeks of her buttocks again and then slid his fingers 
cautiously over them and into the narrow damp crease caused by the pressure 
of her soft suntanned thighs clamping so tightly together. 

Jackie expected them to clench even more tightly shut as he pressured gently 
down between them with his hand but was surprised when they fell limply open 
without any kind of resistance at all. He pushed his hand up between their 
full satin-like softness until the tips of his fingers came into sudden wet 
contact with the soft down of the thin auburn pubic hair growing 
tantalizingly up between her long legs. He tried to press one finger up 
between the soft moist folds of her vagina but she jerked reflexively away, 
not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a 
shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back. 
He heard her groan as he shifted her slightly on the bed, placing her 
beautiful nude body exactly in the center of the mattress so that she was 
flat on her back and the whole of her inviting front was presented up to him 
in an exciting picture of hollows and secret indentations. 

She was almost as he remembered her that morning when he had spied on her in 
the shower. Yes, she was just as she was then, only better; she was firm and 
young and her voluptuous body shook as though filled with rising desire. He 
lay beside her, running his hands reverently over her soft white breasts, 
her flat smooth belly, her rounded thighs, up and down over her unprotected 
young nakedness with shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of 
pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as 
he watched the contrast of his sun-browned hands moving over the stark white 
places on her tender young body imprinted by the top and bottom of her 
bikini bathing suit. He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a 
moment, the hazel-greenness of the irises shadowed by the dim smoky veil of 
building passion that was beginning to race through her every nerve. 

Brooke, somewhere back in the distant past since his hands had first reached 
for her tempting body, had drifted into a strange unknown world of deep, 
softly sensuous pleasure. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, 
her mind spinning with questions about the wickedness of being together this 
way, but now all conscious thought of why she was submitting or who her 
aroused flaming body was writhing beneath was lost and no longer important. 
It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around 
her, between the softness of her inner thighs, on the tips of her now 
throbbing and pebble-hard nipples and down again to the burning core of her 
moist vagina where it seethed in white hot heat like the interior of an 
oven. 

"Oh Jackie," she whispered softly, her eyes closed again as she floated on a 
raging tide of ecstasy. "Oh Jackie, I love you, I love you." 

He planted his fine, sensitive mouth over hers and immediately felt the hard 
rigid pressure of her pink tongue spearing up into his mouth in her 
uncontrolled quest for a warmer, wetter contact with her handsome 
sixteen-year old brother. His hands continued to rummage over her and he ran 
them between her trembling thighs, which did not jerk away this time but 
which opened voluntarily to admit him to the savory warmth of her young 
female loins. He could feel the wet center of her lower torso flexing 
perceptibly in a passionate answer to his maddening touch on her naked skin. 
She was sighing and moaning continuously up into his lips, her probing 
tongue pushing up into his and circling deep around inside as though 
searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth. Her passion incited 
his own. Disbelief buzzed through his brain as he realized that this was 
actually happening, that his gorgeous half-sister was responding to his 
caresses as though they were normal, unrelated lovers. She seemed to have 
been waiting all these years for him to come into her bedroom this morning 
and take control of her beautiful body and all of her senses. Christ, she 
was twisting beneath him as if she were his slave and he were some kind of 
sultan with special rights and sexual powers ... powers that she could not 
possibly resist. 

Suddenly, he could stand it no longer and he moved over, slithering on top 
of her softly yielding body like another covering of human flesh. He could 
feel her quivering helplessly out of control under him and he reached down 
his sides with both hands to draw her roundly unresisting thighs up and back 
until the length of her throbbing wet vaginal slit was presented up to him 
in welcome sacrifice. He held her shapely golden legs there for a long 
tortured moment and started to reach down between them to guide his hard 
aching cock up into her, but at the very last instant he hesitated. 

No, not yet, he restrained himself, pulling free the white bath towel that 
had been covering his mid-section. Brooke had to surrender totally before he 
dared to do anything that might break the lustful spell she was under now. 
He waited for a moment, holding his breath and then whispered, "Reach down 
and put it in for me." 

He sighed with relief as he felt her small hand burrowing down between them 
without hesitation, her soft fingers closing tightly around his rigidly 
jerking flesh. She paused for a moment and he held his breath again in fear 
that she would suddenly regain her senses and turn away from him. After what 
seemed an endless minute, he breathed out again as he felt her thumb and 
forefinger tighten around the head of his long pulsating penis and slowly 
but firmly push it up. He shuddered and his lips bared back over his teeth 
as the thick heavy foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist 
sensitive tip of his cock into the fleshy, wet folds of her gently 
contracting vagina. He could feel the silky reddish-brown pubic hair grazing 
lightly against it as it hovered poised for entry between the tightly 
swollen pussy lips. The hot, soft warmth was excruciating and it was all he 
could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to bury the whole heavy 
throbbing length of his cock into her helplessly quivering belly with one 
mighty thrust. 

But he waited because she needed time and because he knew now that he had 
completely conquered his pretty, naked half-sister. At this moment, she was 
altogether at the mercy of his will. Even so, he wanted her to fully realize 
it. The good looking teenager wanted to avoid any ugly repercussions later. 
She had to remember that she had submitted willingly, that she had let him 
fuck her because she had desired it more than pride itself. His lonely young 
life had taught him to be cunning and to avoid anything that might impair 
his security from day to day and in the future. 

Brooke lay moaning and making little whimpering sounds that escaped from 
between her gnashing teeth like quick puffs of steam from a locomotive 
laboring up a steep mountain grade. Her body ached with passion and she was 
vaguely aware of Jackie's form hovering over her. Her lust-drenched thighs 
and loins were spread wide apart and pressuring against a delicious, jerking 
hardness that she remembered placing it there herself, so long ago. She 
hungered deep in her virginal womb and could not understand why he waited, 
torturing her more cruelly than if he had whipped her defenseless body. 

Jackie raised up on his hands into a pushup position above the slowly 
undulating body of the seventeen year old redheaded girl. His face was 
twisted in male lust as he glanced down and saw that her wet red lips were 
pursed open in a moist rounded oval shaped by the rapture she felt. He 
peered down between their naked bodies and could see his giant throbbing 
erection pressed firmly into the gleaming wet folds of her parted pink 
pussy. The curly satiny softness of her pubic hair surrounded the long rod 
of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of red against brown that caused his 
stiff rock-hard cock to throb all the more wildly against her. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned unconsciously as she felt the rigid pressure increase. 
He fought for all he was worth against the all-consuming desire to ram 
forward at that very moment and impale her like a ravished sacrifice at the 
stake. But there was too much of her that he had not tasted yet ... and he 
might never have another chance like this one. The dark haired youth glanced 
down at her large full breasts swaying out gently over her ribs and 
quivering slightly with each pitiful gasp that rose from her throat. 

God, her naked breasts excited him! He had to have them right now! 

He pulled abruptly out of her and moved forward over her billowing 
snow-white mounds and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs, 
placing his long hard cock in the narrow cleft between her breasts so that 
her warm heaving flesh enclosed it on both sides. Her eyes opened 
momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she were afraid to 
see what was really happening. Jackie's hands trembled crazily as he reached 
down and crushed the smooth pliant mounds between his strong fingers, making 
tiny ridges of whiteness stand up and overflow between his knuckles. He 
kneaded and stretched at them, watching them press against his hands like 
separate straining beings, yearning and yearning for more. He pushed them 
firmly together so that they met across her prostrate body and formed a 
silk-like yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously trapped. Gritting 
his teeth, he pressed them hard until the hardened tingling nipples met at 
the top and then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his entire 
throbbing length into the flaccid warm channel formed by the firm, white 
rounded breasts. As he pushed, the blood-filled head of his virile 
adolescent cock appeared at the far end of the fleshy tunnel and brushed 
softly against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moist seminal fluid there 
where it touched. 

Jackie continued the rhythmic rocking motion between her hotly quivering 
breasts for several minutes, sensing his stroking cock growing and swelling 
until he was afraid it would suddenly erupt into a great gushing fountain of 
cum before he was ready. He paused for a while, contenting himself with 
pinching teasingly at her erect nipples and then rubbing them obscenely over 
the semen-smeared tip of his impatiently jerking penis. At the same time, he 
looked down and saw that her eyes were open now, gazing sightlessly up at 
the ceiling. A glazed smoky veil of desire obscured her dilated pupils. 

Brooke's curving suntanned form writhed insanely on the bed beneath him, her 
bronzed columnar thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as 
though searching for some merciful end to this agonizing frustration. She 
was completely out of control and Jackie knew that nothing he did now could 
shock her, that she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to 
douse the sexual fire raging out of control in her succulent young genitals. 

Hell, he wanted to shove his hard throbbing cock into her mouth! His 
passion-glazed eyes focused on her full red sensuous lips still muttering 
incoherent sounds up into the air. They were wet and shiny from her pointed 
tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled 
need. He moved up a little so that his bent knees were planted on either 
side of her neck and his thick blue-veined cock jutted out directly over her 
face, giving her rolling eyes a perfect view of the pulsating sperm-filled 
ridge running beneath it. The boy's heavy testicles lay softly against her 
smeared chin. 

He sat there motionless for a moment, feeling the firm ripe mounds of her 
breasts squashed down underneath his taut buttocks. Then he placed both of 
his hands down tenderly behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, 
bending her neck up toward him so that her face and exciting lips were 
poised directly in front of the palpitating, gleaming head of his cock. He 
pushed forward slightly, his muscular buttocks rolling on the fluffy 
yielding cushion of her breasts as he pushed the semen-oozing tip of his 
penis between her barely parted lips. He groaned as he felt the soft 
lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the glans. 

Brooke's sensually parted lips closed at the first contact and he held his 
breath as he waited there for the expected cry of indignant protest. 

But nothing came from her. Her passive silence was like an endorsement. As 
though to demonstrate this, her mouth fell limply open and she strained her 
head forward of her own volition. Her movement caught him by surprise, since 
he had thought her incapable of moving at all now and he watched with almost 
sadistic rapture as the tightly rounded ovals of her reddish pink lips 
closed over the tightly stretched skin of his hard pulsing cock. He had 
never in his wildest dreams thought that he would ever see the day when he 
could look down and see his own long penis skewering into the pretty face of 
his own sister. 

And she was really enjoying it! 

She had started to moan and mumble around the thickness of the fleshy rod 
she was sucking. She used her tongue, slowly at first and he could feel it 
swiping wetly around him, causing his hard cock to jerk inside the moist 
warmth of her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to 
him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them moving deliciously down over 
his virile young length and taking as much of him as she could into her 
mouth, surrounding him with the moist hot warmth of her saliva and the 
tender inner flesh of her tongue. He placed his hands on either side of her 
hollowing cheeks and pressed inward, ramming himself farther into her than 
before. 

"Mmmmmppphh," Brooke mumbled, choking as she tried to wrench her head away 
from the thrusting rigidity. Then, relaxing once more, she began to suck him 
again with a lewd nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around 
him as though she had done this a hundred times before. All the deep burning 
hunger in her tight little vagina seemed to be concentrated now in one 
single sensation in her mouth. Jackie groaned above her flailing head and 
kept his hands pressed in against her cheeks. He knew she would make him cum 
and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she knew later that he had bent 
her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be 
dominated again. He thrust his fiery loins into the rounded open hole formed 
by her stretched lips and rolled his buttocks around on her soft white 
breasts as though he wanted to crush them down into her chest. Wide-eyed, he 
watched from above as his glistening wet flesh disappeared deeply between 
her roundly clasping lips. He could feel all of himself, every inch and 
nerve of his young throbbing cock, pulsating and jumping in the moist 
saliva-filled warmth of her mouth. His laboring loins were growing hot and 
he was sweating between his legs, but still she sucked, kissing and licking 
it on the out-stroke, then burying her pretty face in his hairy loins until 
he knew that his supreme moment was not far away. The pressure building up 
in his heavy swaying balls was almost unbearable and his stroking penis 
seemed to inflate and grow to a size beyond anything it had ever achieved 
before. It would not be long now. 

Suddenly there was a spastic jerk inside him and nothing in the world could 
have stopped the white liquid gush that was rushing up in torrents from his 
aching balls and out the tip of his wildly leaping cock. Brooke groaned 
beneath him as the first thin spurts of the creamy white liquid flooded into 
the back of her throat, filling the warm moist cavity, then bloating and 
stretching her cheeks until they nearly burst. 

The beautiful redhead's mouth worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering 
to keep from choking on the sticky wet sperm as he continued to empty his 
heavily emptying balls into the depths of her very being. Jackie's tingling 
body quivered above her as he felt the last dregs of his hot load being 
drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was utterly exhausted for the 
moment and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her copper-colored 
hair to keep from falling to one side on the bed. He began to move away from 
her but to his surprise she would not let his deflated cock escape from her 
lips. She kept on sucking gently, undulating her smooth soft hips behind him 
down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with 
disbelief the thin tiny trails of sticky white cum running down from the 
comers of her bruised mouth to her chin below. He had never experienced 
anything like this and it seemed as though he had been milked of every last 
ounce of strength he had ever had in his life. 

But she was determined to revive him. After a short while, his limp cock 
began to thicken again in the soft, slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked 
and nibbled at it gently, seeming to take delight in her strange power to 
bring him to life again. Finally, when he had grown to his full size for the 
second time that morning, his doubt that he could ever make love again began 
to fade. She continued to lick and nip at him for a moment longer, swiping 
her slippery red tongue around and around it until she was certain that it 
was restored to its full length and power. Then she let her head fall back 
heavily on the bed. The throbbing, rejuvenated penis slipped wetly from her 
lips, a thin sticky trail of semen still linking it to her mouth. Her large 
eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him with a pleading, desire-ridden 
look on her exquisite face. 

"Please, Jackie, fuck me now," she begged in a desperate whisper. 

Jackie did not hesitate and lifted his buttocks from her tightly squashed 
breasts to move down the length of her naked body. He came to rest directly 
between her already open thighs and reached down between them to guide 
himself into her. He could feel the wet, pink lips of her open cunt 
throbbing in eager anticipation as with his fingers he aimed the flared head 
of his newly stiffened penis straight into her. He paused for a moment to 
part the sparse auburn pubic hair, now drenched with her own secretions and 
then rammed it all the way up to her cervix with one smooth hard stroke. 

"Aaaaagggh," she screamed from the brutal penetration of her 
never-before-fucked cunt. But her pain was only momentary and the greedy 
moist walls of her vaginal passage clasped around his fleshy hardness so 
firmly it almost drove him crazy. He thrust slowly into her virginal wet 
cunt, feeling her insides flower open to receive him deep up in her womb. 
She was groaning and murmuring unintelligibly now as he began to fuck 
viciously into her, baring his teeth with every forward lunge. Her arms 
reached up to twine around his neck, pulling his smooth muscular back 
downward until his chest mashed into the white softness of her upthrust 
breasts. 

"Oooooh, yesss, fuck meeee," she muttered in a strange unfamiliar voice. 
Jackie plunged his hotly throbbing cock harder and harder, deeper and deeper 
into the soft wet cavern of her pussy, feeling the whole of her lower body 
spreading open before his onslaught. Her entire passion-driven body jerked 
and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her lips twisted in pure animal 
lust. Her ripe mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed 
desire that had taken hold of her being as though she were writhing in the 
throes of a violent seizure. Her forehead was coated with a light sheen of 
glistening sweat that had poured from her skin below her crown of disheveled 
red hair. 

There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and the 
handsome lusty teenager fucked deep up into his half-sister's tightly 
throbbing vagina to bring her to completion as soon as possible. She wailed 
up into the summery air of the room as he slipped his strong, anxious hands 
under the wildly lurching cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them firmly, 
lifting them up off the mattress to gain better access to her open and 
hungry loins. With that advantage, he squirmed down into her with all his 
strength and could feel the soft, tortured flesh of her cunt clasping and 
unclasping like a heartbeat all around his hotly driving penis. He fucked 
into the beautiful young girl from the very roots of his soul and slammed 
the last fraction of an inch of his full lust-hardened length into her like 
thunder. 

Her nostrils flared wider as she moaned ecstatically, the cries resounding 
through the bedroom like something wounded. He arched his neck so that he 
could watch his sister's pretty face. It was something he did not want to 
miss, this sudden and humiliating surrender of her haughty pride to her own 
brother! ... She was no longer "too young and inexperienced" to enjoy the 
erotic pleasures and dizzying heights of sex, not anymore, Jackie thought 
vaguely. 

Now, now she was writhing and twisting beneath him like a young female 
demon. Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck as her nails 
clawed deeply into his back, dropped down now and clutched hard around his 
slim, thrusting buttocks as he drove down between her moist, open loins. 
Lewd wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each savage, 
pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo with the crazy 
irregular rhythm of her heartbeat. Brooke gave out high-pitched girlish 
grunts as she slaved under the exciting attack on her defenseless young 
body. He lowered his hands from the cream-white, hollowing globes of her 
buttocks down to her excitedly straining thighs, moving between them to the 
soft lust-soaked pubic hair surrounding her ravaged cuntal opening. He could 
feel the clinging lips of pussy flesh which held and throbbed around his 
pistoning cock like a tight rubbery mouth, rubbing his fingers in the 
moisture that overflowed wetly down between the wide-split crevice of her 
perfectly rounded ass. Her writhing teenage body was slick from the 
perspiration produced by her wild untamed gyrations and her head flailed 
uncontrollably back and forth on the damp sheet beneath them. He could see 
that her mouth was wide open in abandonment, as though she had become 
something crazed and inhuman and she churned and twisted faster. 

"Oh God, oh shit, fuck my cunt!" she gasped as though near death. Brooke was 
approaching her tremendous orgasm now and swung her round sun-bronzed thighs 
up higher to wind them voluptuously around his back. 

"Fuck, baby, fuck your cunt up on me, Jackie rasped. 

"Ooooh, Jackie, I'm cumming! I'm cummmming!" she suddenly groaned in a high 
ecstatic voice, locking her trim ankles high up behind his smooth-muscled 
back. At the same time, her arms snaked out to clamp tightly around his neck 
as she smashed her open, now pale lips up on his. He could still taste the 
pungent flavor of his own sperm that he had spurted down into her slender 
throat not long ago. Her excited body bowed almost in half and she held 
tightly to him, not moving now but jerking and shuddering around him in a 
pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluid out around his hard, 
still jack-hammering cock, soaking his sperm-bloated balls as they smacked 
wetly against her tiny anus nestling below. 

Holy Christ, he was getting ready to cum again too. He had been sucked dry a 
short while ago but the sheer wantonness of Brooke's intense orgasm had 
started a slow agonizing pressure deep within his lewdly dancing balls again 
and he gripped the cheeks of her still gyrating buttocks and squeezed them 
with a crushing strength. He felt her cringe slightly as electric currents 
of blissfully intense pleasure made him shiver from head to foot, his young 
brain spinning as though he were drunk. 

"Aaaaaahhh, me tooooo," he drawled breathlessly and increased the speed of 
his thrusts so that his pelvis banged hard and wet against the soft pink 
lips of her pussy and drove his blood-thickened cock far, far up into the 
furthest depths of her crazily writhing stomach. He felt himself cumming and 
cumming and darting his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft 
yielding thighs high up over her shoulders. He gasped into the moistness of 
her mouth and felt his lust-heated balls give up the very last of their 
boiling white contents. His explosive climax seemed to go on forever, gush 
after gush, until finally he fell heavily forward on her naked 
passion-soaked body, gasping for air. 

They lay motionless then, still locked in their lewd incestuous embrace, 
until at last he rolled off her fully satiated young body. When he had 
filled his burning lungs with great gulps of cool refreshing air, he 
wondered to himself if he should say something but there was nothing really 
appropriate that he could think of. After all, what sort of silly little 
speech was there to give just after he had fucked his own sister within an 
inch of her life? Then, for the lack of something better to do, he reached 
out to draw the wrinkled sheet over their naked bodies. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Jesus Christ, look at her go now! Come on, Thelma Jane, you can do it," Lee 
Westingway shouted excitedly, his voice drowning in the general uproar of 
the throng surrounding him. A tall, ruggedly handsome man with light brown 
hair, he looked to be about forty and was the sort of person who stood out 
immediately from everyone else, even in a noisy, milling crowd such as the 
one packing the Del Mar Clubhouse to full capacity that afternoon. 

It was almost two weeks after April's unexpected episode with Karl at Willow 
Run and Lee and April were on their feet shouting out encouragement to her 
four-year old mare, Thelma Jane, who was beginning to make a promising show 
of speed in the sixth race, an $8000 claiming race for three-year olds and 
up. The thoroughbreds were driving hard in the middle of the backstretch and 
Thelma Jane had just moved up from seventh to fourth position and seemed to 
be getting stronger. The loose cluster of horses was still too far away to 
make out clearly and to the naked eye, was only an indistinct blur of 
churning legs and bright stable silks flashing in the distance. 

"By God, I think she can do it," April's husband half-shouted into her ear. 

"Pepi said she was ready," she nodded gleefully. 

The announcer of the race called out the positions again as the flying pack 
of horses came out of the backstretch and leaned into the turn for home. 
Thelma Jane was now third and holding her own, her tiny jockey giving her a 
little more head so that she could stretch out and pace herself for the 
great final effort. As the horses came out of the turn for home, the massive 
crush of people in the stands began to grow tense and press forward, 
straining to see out onto the track over the shifting sea of bodies. As the 
purebred animals drew closer, the low excited murmur of the crowd grew 
steadily in volume, finally becoming an outright bedlam of screams and 
hoarse shouts, building and building as the field bore down toward the 
finish-line and the thudding of their hooves grew louder. 

Thelma Jane was now second by a neck and closing fast on the outside. April 
felt a sudden burst of pride as she watched the sleek sorrel mare call upon 
her last reserves of energy and break out valiantly in front of the others 
by a half length as she came down to the wire. A deafening roar, mixed with 
groans, exploded as the three front "money" horses thundered across the 
finish-line, their big round eyes bulging as white froth flew from their 
mouths where they strained at the bits. 

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch, she did it," Lee announced loudly, flinging out 
his right arm around his beautiful blonde wife's shoulders and drawing her 
in close to his broad chest, his hazel eyes sparkling. 

"Whoopee!" April yelled joyously, melting without the least resistance 
inside the snug circle of his protective embrace. Her blue eyes twinkled 
brightly, mirroring the bouncing gaiety she felt and her stunningly elegant 
face was tremulous with wild excitement. 

"Excuse me for saying so," Lee put in sardonically, "but it looks like I 
decided to come home at just the right time. With the purse, the winnings 
from our bets ought to total out to a fairly impressive sum." 

"But darling, aren't you forgetting something?" the voluptuous blonde teased 
back. "We haven't been to see our lawyer yet, so Thelma Jane is still 
legally mine ... Remember?" 

Lee reflected a moment without speaking, his intelligent facial features 
masking his real feelings about what she had just said in devilish jest. 
April was immediately sorry that she had dared to tease him, especially 
about money, because she had no idea what his financial status was at the 
moment and she knew he was particularly sensitive about such things. But 
what could it possibly matter now, now that he was home with her again. As 
they made their way, hand in hand, through the expensively dressed multitude 
of people, her mind flashed back happily to the day before yesterday. She 
had been sitting up late, reading alone in the living room at Willow Run, 
when suddenly there had been a knock at the front door. She had nearly 
fainted on the spot when she had opened the door and seen her husband 
standing there, a sheepish grin on his face as he had asked if he could come 
in and talk with her for a while. At first, it had been awkward and their 
conversation had come to several full stops as the result of touching upon 
forbidden subjects. But after a few drinks together, they had relaxed a 
little and laughed at some of the silly things they had said to each other 
out of anger just before their separation. 

Lee had explained to her that he had never loved Dixie, had only taken up 
with her because she had been handy at the time and that he had come to 
loathe and pity her the longer they stayed together. Then he had said 
something that April still remembered as one of the happiest moments of her 
life. Her handsome masculine husband had confessed how desperately he had 
missed her during the eighteen long, dragging months of separation. He told 
her how he had fought against the powerful impulse to chuck his new and 
unsatisfactory life aside and to just come home with his tail dragging 
behind him ... But he was just as proud as she was, perhaps more so and had 
tried to fortify his lonely existence with books and sometimes, by attending 
wild underground parties that he had promised to tell her about sometime. 
Nothing had worked, though and finally he had spilled out the truth to 
Dixie, his mistress then, whose reaction had been violently ugly and just 
one more proof of their incompatibility. 

Tears had welled up in April's wide blue eyes and he had quickly jumped up 
from his seat to put his arms around her, comforting her with soothing words 
and then asking for her forgiveness in a dignified but shaky voice. It had 
been a truly glorious night, she remembered, for they had decided to put all 
the unpleasantness behind them and to try to make a new start in their 
marriage. Lee had shown great concern about Brooke's welfare and had even 
gone so far as to mention his desire to become friends with Jackie. 

"Well, this ought to buy groceries for awhile," Lee grinned at her as he 
came away from the para-mutual window where he had just cashed in a whole 
fistful of winning tickets for a thick wad of bills. "Let's go on down to 
the paddock and find the kids ... Hell, we're supposed to be down in the 
winner's circle anyway." 

They met Brooke and Jackie in the winner's circle, exchanged cheerful 
greetings and went through the brief formalities of accepting their laurels 
without a hitch. Other horse owners and several of the trainers 
congratulated them mechanically, eyeing Thelma Jane's flawless lines 
covetously as the excited mare snorted and stamped nervously in the freshly 
raked paddock, her huge brown eyes trying to take in everything at once. 

"Hey, I don't think she even knows she won the race," Brooke chuckled softly 
as she patted the high strung thoroughbred's lathered neck. "Where's Pepi? 
Doesn't he even care when one of our horses wins a race?" 

"Don't worry about Pepi right now," April broke in with a mock frown of 
reproval. "For your information, dear, he's getting another one of our 
horses ready for the last race today-another winner, I hope." 

"Well, one victory should be enough for us today. Let's go home now," Lee 
suggested matter-of-factly. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm so 
hungry I could eat my way through a whole side of beef." 

"That won't be necessary, dad," Brooke smiled prettily, "because we're going 
to be civilized this evening and have plain old lamb curry for dinner. 
Jackie and I bought everything this morning, just in case we might have 
something to celebrate for a change." 

"Brooke, shame on you! That your father's home again is reason enough for a 
celebration," April beamed as she put her arm around Lee's waist and hugged 
him tightly as they walked toward the parking lot. 

"You're damned right," Lee laughed heartily. As happy and full of good cheer 
as he was, he could not take his eyes off Brooke. He had not seen his lovely 
young daughter for well over a year and now he could hardly believe how much 
she had changed during his absence. She had blossomed into a beautiful, sexy 
young woman and he was finding it difficult to keep from staring openly at 
her curvaceous adolescent figure. He was perceptive enough to notice that 
Jackie was also fully conscious of Brooke's ripe alluring body. Maybe the 
good looking young bastard was taking advantage of a good thing. Hell, he 
certainly could not blame the boy if he was getting a little of the stunning 
redheaded teenager's female charms on the side. Yes, Lee thought as they 
walked along, he had changed a lot during the year-and-a-half since he had 
left April to live with Pepi's bitchy wife, Dixie. He had learned a lot. 
Many of the things he would never have thought of doing before were now 
almost second nature to him and it amused him to think of how shocked his 
wife would be if she ever found out how much he had changed. It had taken a 
quick-tempered slut like Dixie to show him how truly naive he had always 
been about sex. Now, though, he could almost objectively appreciate the 
stimulating contours of a well-shaped female body without guilt even though 
it might be his own daughter's body. 

Yes, he thought, he would have to have a heart-to-heart talk with April 
about sex. 

"How's the old Cadillac running these days, Daddy?" Brooke asked as the 
group approached the formidably long and stately black limousine where he 
had left it parked in the area reserved for owners and trainers. 

"Oh, about the same as always, honey," he replied casually. "It's like me, 
you know. It looks big and impersonal, but really it's friendly and 
dependable ... and it always performs well when the chips are down." 

"Wow, I always said my father was modest," Brooke quipped. 

"Sometimes it's more important to be truthful than modest," Lee said 
philosophically. "Isn't that right, Jackie?" 

"If you say so, sir," the dark haired boy answered with a clear tone of 
exaggerated respect in his voice. 

"God, what a crazy family," April smiled tersely as they all piled into the 
enormous black Cadillac. Everything had seemed to be going so well ... so 
far anyway ... and she did not want the new peaceful equilibrium of her 
family to suddenly fall apart because of the same old problem-the strained 
relationship between her husband and her illegitimate son, Jackie. 
Attempting to change the subject and lighten everyone's mood at the same 
time, she sighed with a feigned weariness and added, "You know, if I were 
Thelma Jane, I'd be ashamed to belong to us." 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lee asked sarcastically as he switched on 
the ignition and started the powerful engine. "Remember, Thelma Jane belongs 
to you now. She's all yours ... just like ... well, it's not important." 

In the back seat, Jackie tightened his secret grip on his half-sister's hand 
as the black car zoomed out of the parking lot and out onto the eight lane 
freeway. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Brooke and Jackie had finished dinner and were huddled closely together in a 
far comer of the living room, talking animatedly about that day's events at 
the racetrack. They seemed to be comfortably intimate and content together. 
Lee and April were seated on the giant opulent couch across the room, 
sipping coffee and little nips of cognac during occasional breaks in their 
relaxed conversation. The beautiful blonde was ecstatically happy-she felt 
like a wife again and she was deliriously optimistic about the future. To 
her, it seemed that finally there was a good chance they could be a real 
family. Soon after they had arrived home from Del Mar, Lee had even 
apologized for being almost rude to Jackie during the drive back to Willow 
Run. A few minutes later, he had gone off to find the boy and the two of 
them had disappeared for over an hour in the upstairs study, finally 
emerging with broad grins on their faces. Lee had explained that he and 
Jackie had come to a man-to-man understanding but he had not bothered to say 
just what that understanding was all about. 

"Oh, by the way, April, did I tell you I saw Karl last week?" Lee asked 
suddenly. "We met each other by accident at a funny little Italian 
restaurant in New York City. After we finished our meal, we downed a few 
drinks at the bar and had a nice long talk." 

"Oh ... No, dear, you hadn't said anything about it," April replied in a 
tight tremulous voice, her heart beating crazily in her throat at the 
mention of Karl's name. "What did he have to say? Anything of importance?" 

"We talked about you, mostly," Lee said quietly, his eyes intensely 
searching her face as he spoke. 

"And just what did Karl say about me?" she asked nervously, her voice 
quaking with fear of what her husband's answer might be. She felt her 
new-found sense of security beginning to crumble all around her as the 
seconds passed by with agonizing slowness. 

"Well, he thinks that you're beautiful, sexy and intelligent, in just about 
that order and he'd like to marry you someday," Lee said evenly, his eyes 
straying slowly from her lovely face to wander secretly over the ripe lush 
curves of her voluptuous body. "Beyond that, we really didn't talk about 
anything of terrific importance." 

"So, that's all there was to it, then," April said with the barest trace of 
a question in her quivering voice. Oh God, it was too good to be true, she 
sighed with inward relief, for she knew that Karl was inclined to be a bit 
of a braggart and had doubted that he would pass up a prime opportunity to 
boastfully inform her husband, Lee, that he had thoroughly fucked his wife 
on this very couch that they were sitting on now. God knows, it had been an 
awful mistake, another serious chink in her moral armor and she had been 
paying heavily for it ... in the currency of guilt ... ever since that 
strangely trance-like night two weeks ago. It had seemed like just another 
repetition of that nightmarish afternoon, over sixteen years ago, with her 
trainer, Pepi. 

"Hey, wait a minute," Lee interrupted after a long moment of silence. "Now 
that I think of it, he did say something else. He told me that he fucked you 
a couple of weeks ago." 

"He-he what!" she sputtered. 

"He said he fucked you, April. That's all," Lee repeated with cool calmness. 
"He did say you were a good lay, however and he couldn't seem to understand 
why anyone with your talents couldn't make it in bed with me." 

"K-Karl told you that ... and you don't think it's very important?" she 
blurted, unable to believe that she had heard him correctly. "God, Lee, what 
did you say to him?" 

"What could I say?" 

"I mean, didn't you call him a liar?" 

"Why should I call him a liar? He fucked you, didn't he?" 

"Well ... " 

"Well...?" 

"Yes, but it was an accident, I swear it and I've been suffering for it ever 
since," April sobbed, certain now that Lee would jump up from the couch and 
leave her all alone again-just as he had before when he had suspected her of 
being unfaithful to him. 

"Why suffer?" he questioned in what seemed to her an unusually calm tone. 
"What's wrong with a harmless fuck?" 

"You don't care...? It doesn't matter at all to you?" she flustered, a spark 
of irritation slowly fanning itself to full-fl-edged anger in her mind. 

"Sure it matters, April, but not in the selfish way you seem to think it 
should," he said with a level-headed coolness, his eyes still fixed intently 
on the sensuous-looking curves and swells of her body rather than on her 
face. "I've admitted that living with Dixie was certainly no picnic, but at 
least I learned a few things. I learned how absolutely senseless it is to be 
jealous of what someone else ... even your husband or wife ... does with his 
or her body. If you felt like making it with Karl, that was your business. 
Hell, we weren't even together at the time and besides, you had no way of 
knowing if you would ever see me again or not." 

April sat there feeling a strange mixture of emotions. For one thing, she 
was definitely relieved that he was not angry and jealous about her erotic 
interlude with Karl. But, at the same time, she was also slightly 
disappointed in the fact that he was taking it so well. As far as she was 
concerned, she had committed plain and simple adultery and she could not 
even bear to think back on the occasion without cringing. Actually, she knew 
that what he was saying made perfect sense but that did not seem to excuse 
the cold fact that she had allowed another man to make passionate love to 
her. 

"Come on, forget about it now," Lee said, patting her shoulder warmly and 
then slipping his arm around her. "I probably should never have brought up 
the subject, but I didn't want you to be afraid or feel that you had to hide 
the truth from me. I wanted you to know the most important thing is that I 
love you-even if you do fuck other men behind my back." 

The wry devilish grin on his ruggedly handsome face melted her automatically 
and she found herself snuggling closer to him as she placed her head on the 
comforting warmth of his shoulder. Responding to her display of tenderness, 
he drew her even more tightly against him, the fingers of his right hand 
brushing lightly over the material of the dress that covered the full 
outward swell of her firm breast. April shuddered slightly from the pleasant 
contact and suddenly remembered the wonderfully satisfying session of 
love-making they had had together in bed last night. Even though she still 
did not know why it had happened, she had to admit to herself that her 
experience with Karl had seemed to ignite some previously hidden inferno of 
desire in her that she had not known existed. 

She smiled as Lee ran his eyes appreciatively over the full length of her 
voluptuously ripe body. She could feel a slight throb within her as he 
undressed her with his searching eyes. She took another long drink of cognac 
and felt a warm glow as it flowed smoothly down her throat, stimulating her 
nerves almost as much as the pressure of her husband's male body against her 
ripely yielding softness. It was almost too good to be true, she thought, 
afraid that the deep sense of pleasure she felt would suddenly vanish into 
thin air. It was strange what alcohol could do to a person and she 
remembered with embarrassment the lewd, obscene spectacle she must have made 
of herself the night she had lost control with Karl and turned into a 
shameless, frenzied animal. But now that Lee was home, it seemed impossible 
to her that anything like that could ever happen again. 

Suddenly she felt Lee's strong arms pulling her to him and his lips came 
moistly down on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. She sucked on 
it gently, letting herself melt into the hollows and curves of his muscular 
body. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the excitement of his 
kiss and her thoughts about Karl slowly faded away. Lee held the kiss for a 
long time and she could suddenly feel a slight jerk where his hard male 
loins pressed into the pliant softness of her stomach. He was getting hard 
and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own heavy breasts where the tingling 
nipples smashed hard against his chest. 

"Jesus, let's fuck," he whispered hotly into her ear. 

Lee had never used such language before but now the word strangely excited 
her. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his rigid 
penis, an irresistible feeling of wickedness overpowering her as never 
before. The electric tingling sensation in her full breasts ran down to her 
clenching thighs and vibrated there magically for a moment. 

"I mean it, dammit," he said thickly. "Take off your dress before I rape 
you." 

"You idiot, I can't do it here ... Jackie and Brooke are in the same room 
with us, or have you forgotten," she said in a whisper. 

"Oh hell, April, forget about them," Lee grumbled. 

"But how can I?" she asked breathlessly, glancing quickly over at the two 
attractive teenagers who were sitting at the other end of the room. 

"Believe me, it's easy," Lee huskily assured her. "During my little chat 
with Jackie this afternoon, I discovered that the kids are a damned sight 
more experienced and understanding about some things than you might think." 

* * * 

"Go ahead, just have a look at them," Jackie urged quietly, edging a little 
closer to Brooke. "I told you that your old man's a swinger. Christ, we 
actually talked about things like that this afternoon." 

"Really? Are you sure you're not just saying that?" Brooke interrogated as 
she peeked over at her mother and father out of the comer of her eye. She 
sat dazed for a moment, her delicate jaw hanging open as she watched Lee's 
hand slip down the front of April's low-cut dress, cupping her mother's 
firmly rounded breast in his hand. She could not remember ever having seen 
her father behave this way in front of other people. And yet, for that 
matter, she had never seen April exhibit her feelings so openly, at least 
not sexually. 

There was no denying that the sight of her parents brazenly caressing each 
other was an exciting thing to watch and she did not object when Jackie's 
warm hand reached out to hold her own quivering breast. She closed her eyes 
tightly shut as he moved closer and pressed his eager lips demandingly on 
hers. The lush-bodied young redhead strained against her brother without 
even thinking, feeling her inhibitions peel away and become unimportant. 

* * * 

"I'm not kidding, April. Take off your dress," Lee ordered her with harsh 
urgency. The aroused blonde disliked his imperious manner but knew that he 
was easily offended and did not want to spoil their new start by resisting 
him. Her hands trembled as she reached up behind her and slid the zipper 
silently down from her neck to the white swelling moons of her buttocks. She 
lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back against the couch. 
Then she reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, gasping a 
little as the cool rush of air touched the pink tips of her breasts and 
caused the rounded circles of her nipples to leap to erection. She dropped 
the now useless garment to the floor beside the couch. Her near nakedness 
sent forbidden chills of excitement over her flesh, thrilling her as she had 
never been thrilled before. The thought that she was undressing in front of 
her husband and children added to the increasing sense of arousal she felt. 

She could hear her husband next to her struggling out of his clothing and 
she smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Then, she felt his hands 
anxiously reaching for her and making contact with the cool nakedness of her 
shoulder. 

"Darling, are you sure this is all right? I'm afraid," she breathed softly. 
Lee's hands increased their searching boldness on her naked flesh in answer 
to her question. Then, he hooked his fingers in the narrow elastic 
waist-band of her panties and stripped them down over the rounded fullness 
of her hips and thighs as she instinctively lifted her white smooth buttocks 
to aid him. Her husband's hands renewed their demanding quest and ran over 
her naked limbs. She sat still, her arms at her sides, as she trembled from 
the sensuous pleasure running through her. He leaned forward and dropped his 
head to her firm set milk-white breast, cupping it in his hand as he sucked 
the throbbing light brown nipple deep into his hungry mouth. 

"Please, please, darling, don't do it here ... in front of the children," 
she begged. She knew it was impossible to refuse anything he asked of her 
now and a small ball of fear began to grow in her churning stomach. God 
knows, she wanted to please him more than anything else in the world but she 
was also filled with terror that Brooke and Jackie might think awful things 
about her now. 

She yielded when Lee pushed her gently down onto the couch. She had never 
felt anything like the first sensation of it touching her back. It was 
almost like velvet and was deliciously warm and sensuous. She wriggled her 
bare back against the cushion like a cat as her husband snuggled down beside 
her. He made no attempt to conceal his movements and she was certain that 
Brooke and Jackie could clearly see what was going on between their parents. 
She waited quietly for a moment as Lee pressed his naked body close to hers 
and then groaned softly from the beautiful sensation it caused. After a 
moment, his wet moist lips began a gentle nibbling along the silky flesh of 
her shoulder, sending goose bumps racing over her skin. She quivered 
uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and dropped her hand 
down between their anxiously yearning bodies again to grasp his huge 
throbbing cock with her fingers. He groaned aloud as she pushed against it 
and peeled the heavy foreskin back over the rubber blood-filled head. 

April laughed inwardly at herself through the waves of desire building deep 
in her heaving stomach. Suddenly it seemed almost funny that this should be 
happening here in the living room, right out in the open and in front of the 
children and on the same couch where Karl had taken her from behind that 
night two weeks ago. It was the last disciplined thought she had, for Lee's 
hot mouth fastened tightly on one of her stiffened nipples and began an 
exciting sucking pressure on it. At the same time, his hands coursed 
thrillingly over the soft smoothness of her thighs and belly. His mouth 
played for a long teasing moment at her naked breasts, moving from one to 
the other, his tongue trailing wetly down the narrow valley of flesh between 
them. God, he was driving her insane and her unabated lust rose to new giddy 
heights. 

His wet lips moved down over her now shivering stomach, his thickly 
throbbing cock slipping loose from her hand as he moved slightly away. He 
ground his hot tongue for a moment into the hidden recess of her navel, 
bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure from her sensually open mouth. He 
eased his face down lower, sending maddening sensations of indecent pleasure 
trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt her tender thighs being 
pressed firmly open and she made no effort to resist as he knelt down 
between them. 

April sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the 
tingling hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air 
touching her there. Then his tongue snaked out, the tip of it teasing 
moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris and causing it to throb into 
greater hardness. He moved his fingers to spread the tight opening of her 
pulsating cunt wider apart, suddenly darting down his tongue from her 
clitoris and thrusting it deep into the moist pink flesh of her hotly 
trembling cunt-hole. She jerked from the sudden wet touch and reached down 
unconsciously to tangle her fingers in his light brown hair and pull his 
face up hard against her eagerly flowering loins. 

His tongue circled around maddeningly up inside her, the pointed tip 
flicking gently lizard-like against the seeping wet walls of her pussy. A 
long throaty groan escaped her lips from deep in her throat and she began to 
chant out a lewd rhythmic song of passion. 

"Oooooh," she moaned, the sound rising and falling with the labors of her 
ecstasy. Her long legs splayed out wide and she jackknifed her knees up hard 
against her swaying white breasts to open her overheated pussy as much as 
she could to him. He pulled the upturned crevice wide apart with both of his 
hands, stretching it cruelly as he heard her begging for more. He dropped 
his head lower to worm his tongue into the tight puckered hole of her anus, 
thrusting the tip almost halfway inside. 

"Oh God, Leeee!" 

An abnormal masochistic wildness had taken complete control of her body as 
she lay beneath the tortuously teasing thrusts of his expert tongue. Nothing 
mattered now but the thrilling agony of the brain-blurring sensation 
rippling over every inch of her naked white flesh. The blonde beauty twisted 
and writhed beneath her husband's lewdly impaling tongue and began to grunt 
out all the obscene words that filled her tortured brain. 

Lee worked like a demon over his lust-impassioned wife, thinking vaguely of 
what Karl had said about her being such a hot-blooded bitch. He flicked his 
tongue faster and felt her writhing body working beneath his, her soft 
thighs opening and closing spasmodically around the sides of his head. He 
could feel their smooth warm silkiness pressing tightly against his ears 
every time she jerked hard from an especially deep thrust of his tongue in 
her steaming wet cunt. Then her flat little belly began to rise and fall 
more quickly, her head pitching out of control from side to side on the 
couch cushion, her long blonde hair lashing out from her beautiful face like 
shimmering gold. 

April's quivering legs pressed tighter against the sides of his head, 
matching the rhythm of his thrusting tongue in her throbbing wet cunt. Lee 
could feel the smooth tendons beneath the satiny skin of her inner thighs 
and buttocks begin to work tensely, straining to drive the moist fragrant 
plane of her pussy up tighter against his mouth. Her swelling pointed 
breasts shivered and heaved with her desire and she reached down to twine 
her slim fingers in his light brown hair, pulling his face desperately up 
into her hot tingling crevice. 

He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm ... not quite, but teetering on 
the fine edge. Well, she would get it, a climax she would never forget, Lee 
thought gleefully as his tongue burrowed deep up into the quivering hot 
sheath of her vagina. April was going to cum tonight until she begged for 
mercy, he gloated secretly, but not yet ... not until things became a lot 
more interesting! 

His eyes wide open, Lee peered up through the quivering mounds of her 
breasts to watch the straining contortions of his wife's beautiful face. Her 
glazed blue eyes clenched shut, her full red lips baring back over the 
whiteness of her teeth as her softly voluptuous body began to tremble with 
the force of her approaching orgasm. Then, suddenly, he wrenched his head 
out of the grip of her clenching fingers, lifting his face from her tight 
steaming pussy. 

"Oh my God, wait Lee!" April almost shrieked as she thrust her writhing 
pelvis urgently up at him. "Don't stop, Lee! I'm almost there, darling! 
Please...." At the other end of the room, Jackie tightened his grip on 
Brooke's shoulder and moved his free hand forward to lightly cup the 
fullness of her closest naked breast. The gorgeous young redhead was alive 
with erotic excitement racing wildly through her belly and lust-drenched 
loins. The lewd sight of her mother and father fucking together on the couch 
was driving her insane with passion and she had made no effort to resist her 
handsome half-brother when he had taken off her sweater and brassiere. 
Actually, she welcomed the probing touch of his hand up under her skirt and 
trapped it there by squeezing her soft white thighs tightly together. She 
moved toward him, the air brushing coolly against her nakedness and he 
traced his hands from her rounded satiny thighs up over the smoothness of 
her flat little tummy, upward to cup the undersides of her firm thrusting 
breasts. 

"Take off your skirt and panties," Jackie hissed suddenly. "I want you 
completely naked like your mother." Obeying, Brooke lifted her tight little 
half-moons of her buttocks and pushed her unfastened skirt and the flimsy 
sheerness of her panties down over her gently flaring hips until the 
garments were in a heap around her trim ankles. Out of the comer of one eye, 
she caught sight of Jackie's long, thick rod of naked cock-flesh spearing up 
into the air before him. His trousers were lying in a rumpled pile on the 
floor next to her clothes and he was gazing at her hungrily with one eye 
while out of the other he watched the obscene display of lust between Lee 
and April. He gasped lightly as his pretty sister reached forward and 
wrapped her long fingers around his violently hard cock, stroking it up and 
down in a spine-tingling milking motion. It drove him out of his mind to see 
her graceful fingers touching the purple vein that pulsed heavily along the 
underside of his hard throbbing penis. He could see that she was enjoying 
it, too, because her turgid pink nipples seemed to vibrate on the tips of 
her ripe young breasts and there were tiny glistening droplets of moisture 
seeping out from between her pink, hair-fringed cuntal lips. 

Back on the couch, Lee lifted his face from between April's wide-spread 
thighs and rolled over on his back beside her. 

"Okay, baby, it's your turn now," he whispered. April was surprised at her 
own boldness as she leaned down to do what he wanted. Before, the thought of 
taking a man inside her mouth had been repulsive to her but now just the 
idea of it excited her. 

She started slowly, first running her warm tongue down the hollows of his 
muscular neck and chest, nipping gently at his small male nipples. Then she 
moved down lower to lick hotly at his navel, running her tongue teasingly 
around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave beneath her. She 
dropped one hand down lower and grasped his hardened cock tightly between 
her fingers, drawing back the foreskin in a lewd milking motion that brought 
passionate moans from his lips. To be more comfortable, she crawled over him 
and pushed his hairy legs apart, kneeling on all fours between his 
tight-flexed thighs. 

She continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his jerking hard penis 
as she dropped her lovely face down to within inches of his trembling male 
loins. Her lush red lips were only the barest distance from the broadly 
throbbing cock-head and she opened her mouth to breathe softly against it, 
allowing her hot breath to flow over the sensitive tip with a teasing 
slowness. 

"Go on, baby, suck it, suck it now," she heard him groan above her. His lewd 
words excited her and her pink tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm 
contact with the semen-smeared head of his cock. She circled it around the 
smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the tormenting 
sensation she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue 
found the tiny opening at the tip and darted wetly into it. It was already 
moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid oozing out from his 
ever-increasing excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor of him caused 
her mouth to salivate and her fine nostrils to flare slightly. Then, she 
dropped one hand to cup his soft hairy balls, grazing her fingernails gently 
over the smooth flaccid flesh. She placed her other hand at the thick base 
of his stiffly erect penis where it soared up from the curly brown pubic 
hair that covered the area of his loins. She pinched the thickness between 
her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin 
until the large blood-filled head stood out naked against the softness of 
her mouth. 

She began to plant moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and 
working down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up again. 

Lee could not stand a second more of this torment. With a deep gurgle in his 
throat, he reached down with his hands and tangled them in her blonde hair, 
thrusting up his quaking loins with the strength of a bull. 

April resisted a moment, doubts about Brooke and Jackie running wildly 
through her mind, but it was too late now. Lee rammed the thick 
blood-engorged cock-head up inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, 
between the whiteness of her teeth and on into the wet saliva of her mouth. 
She could feel the pulsing head rub along the full length of her tongue. She 
closed her blue eyes to keep from choking as it filled her mouth and almost 
ran down into her throat. 

"Ooooh, April, your mouth's like velvet," Lee murmured passionately as he 
began a slow rhythmic fucking motion up into her face ... She tightened her 
lips and sucked harder, feeling at the same time the excitement in her 
mounting higher and higher. 

She sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with fury around and around the 
hotly throbbing cock-head drubbing in and out of her roundly ovaled lips, 
her head bobbing up and down like a cork on the stormy seas of his lust. The 
masochistic joy of being used, used like a common street whore, permeated 
her entire consciousness and she mumbled unintelligible sounds of passion 
around the thick thrusting cock in her mouth. 

"Holy Christ, they're really going at it," Jackie said hoarsely at the other 
end of the spacious living room. "Come on, Brooke, let's go over and take a 
closer look." 

"Well, if you think it's okay," Brooke agreed uncertainly, anxious but not 
wanting to miss the opportunity of seeing up close the scene that excited 
her so much from a distance. God, she thought, her father's giant cock 
looked so delicious that she almost wished she were in her mother's place. 

"It's okay," Jackie said. "Shit, they're so hot that they don't even know 
we're still in the room." 

The two naked teenagers crept quietly across the thick carpet, holding hands 
and knelt down on the floor next to the couch to watch the middle-aged 
couple feast wantonly on each other's sex-driven bodies. Brooke began to 
writhe and grind her soft supple buttocks down hard against the pile of the 
carpet as she drank in the sight of her beautiful blonde mother sucking her 
father's huge jerking cock like a madwoman. She did not notice the covert 
exchange of glances between Lee and Jackie and missed the sly wink that her 
father gave the boy beside her. The only thing on her whirling mind at the 
moment was a slight feeling of jealousy. Leaning forward to get a better 
look at the tantalizing sight, her pretty face came within inches of the 
tall man's gyrating loins. 

She was so engrossed that at first she did not notice her father's hand 
reaching out to cup one of her lush young breasts. Lee shifted his position 
slightly, careful not to lose the warm thrilling contact with his wife's 
hungrily sucking mouth, as he caressed the lust-peaked mound of his 
daughter's firm white breast. The gentle touch of his hand over her 
palpitating breast was nearly choking Brooke with a suddenly increased 
desire that she could not understand ... Not that she really cared now-it 
was enough just to feel the impelling, carnal pleasure racing through every 
alerted nerve in her body. 

Jackie's dark eyes were glazed with fevered lust as he watched his beautiful 
mother sucking Lee's long rock-hard cock. The sight of her long blonde hair 
falling like rain over the older man's churning loins made his brain spin. 
Christ, he had to do something right away or he would go completely berserk! 
At just that instant, he focused his glassy eyes on the upthrust white moons 
of his mother's lewdly swaying buttocks. Yes, he thought to himself, he 
would do what he had thought of in his wildest, most secret dreams ... He 
had nothing to lose that he could think of, not now anyway. 

The brown-haired youth rose from his position beside Brooke and settled 
himself on the couch just behind April's waving white buttocks. He waited 
there a moment, watching his kneeling mother's helpless face being fucked 
obscenely by Lee's long skewering penis as she groaned in submission between 
the older man's legs. Jackie's brain reeled in lust. Now, he had to do it 
now! 

Jackie reached out tentatively and ran his trembling hands softly over the 
lovely round moons of his mother's cream-white buttocks. Then, grasping 
himself, he probed cautiously at her with his heavy, lust-swollen cock, 
searching for the hot moistness of her warm pussy with the blunt purple tip 
of his long fleshy length. He felt her soft buttocks clasp at his hardness 
as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her tiny 
rubbery anus to the open, hair-lined mouth of her waiting cunt. He felt the 
head brush over the softness of her golden pubic hair before it came to rest 
between the pulsating lips of her lust-heated vagina. He rotated it there, 
mixing his own warm male pre-cum with hers and then he moved upwards and 
shoved hard. 

"Aaaaaagggghhh," April shrieked pitifully, lifting her head from Lee's 
throbbing loins as she thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the impaling cock 
that had suddenly filled her fear-tightened ass-hole unmercifully. 

"Daddy, Daddy, is Jackie hurting her?" Brooke asked her father, her sweet 
voice timorous with wonder and awe. 

"No, honey, don't worry," he reassured her. "Come closer, baby and you'll 
see that it's all right." 

April gasped loudly again as Jackie began to inch his way up into the hot, 
rubbery tightness of her virginal rectum. The dark-haired boy ignored his 
kneeling mother's agonized screams of pain as he continued to worm himself 
in deeper, feeling the tight elasticity expanding ever so slightly to accept 
the unnatural invasion of his lust-stiffened cock. 

April tossed her blonde head wildly from side to side, unable to comprehend 
what was happening to her. Her dazed mind could not accept the reality of 
the moment and she was certain that she was going to blank out soon from the 
unbearable pain that was vibrating through every tortured fibre of her 
loins. She bucked back at the huge fleshy shaft tearing up into her tightly 
clenching rectum, but as she tried to throw off the strange agonizing 
invasion, her handsome son rammed up hard behind her and embedded his thick, 
rock-hard cock all the way up to the hilt in the sensitive, resisting depths 
of her ass-hole. She fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer 
against the brutally throbbing penis sunk deep in her vainly protesting 
rectum and then with a final groan of helpless surrender, she collapsed 
limply down on the cushions of the couch. 

In her gasping distress, she did not even notice that Lee had disappeared 
from where he had been below her. 

Jackie could not believe his own eyes. Christ, his long hard cock was shoved 
all the way up in his own mother's tight rubbery ass-hole! It was almost too 
much for his lust-ridden mind to fathom at the moment with the delicious 
warm feeling of her soft inner flesh surrounding his hard buried length. Her 
white rounded buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to 
escape but her violent jerks only helped to drive his young virile penis 
deeper and deeper inside her. 

"Ooooh, noooo, pleeeeeease!" April grunted in pain, continuing her helpless 
thrashing about in front of him. She could feel the harsh pressure of her 
son's lithe young body pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, 
pushing her down into the cushions, punishing her excitingly smooth-curving 
ass as it waved back at him. She no longer felt human as the impaling length 
of pulsating flesh ripped far up into her nakedly brutalized rectum, pushing 
against the very bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she had been 
split by a sharp knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had 
never been before. The pain was almost unbearable and the fact that her own 
sixteen-year old son was causing it only made the humiliating, obscene 
torture a million times worse! 

His mother's screams and pitiful pleading baffled Jackie at first and he 
knelt behind her without moving for a moment. April still felt painfully 
stretched and ripped but his motionlessness gave her cruelly split anus time 
to gradually adjust to the unnatural penetration. Then, miraculously, the 
excruciating pain in her cock-spread anus eased a little. A slight sensation 
of pleasure flickered and began to catch fire deep in the pit of her 
skewered stomach. Jackie suddenly groaned as he felt the loosened muscles of 
her anal opening tighten around his long thick cock buried between the soft 
cheeks of her wide-spread buttocks. His tightly-enclosed fleshy rod throbbed 
and he could hardly believe his senses when her plush white moons began a 
slow, methodical series of rotations in front of him. He flexed himself deep 
up inside her in an answering signal. Shit, she was beginning to like it and 
he gasped as he felt her throb and tighten around him like a warm fitting 
glove. Yes, yes, she did like it! He had conquered her and suddenly gasping 
and moaning in his new-found ecstasy, he jerked her almost weightless body 
up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically 
and deep far up into the satin-smooth confines of her forever stretched 
rectum. He watched with soaring joy as the pinkish tight skin of her 
puckered little ass hole drew back with his lustfully skewering cock, 
clasping to it like a sucking mouth. 

"Oh please, Daddy, please do it now!" Brooke gasped pleadingly from the 
carpeted floor beside the couch. Lee Westingway could hardly believe his 
ears. His beautiful naked daughter was actually begging for it, begging him 
to fuck her tight little cunt with his hard gigantic cock. Jackie had told 
him during then-talk in the upstairs study that the pretty redheaded 
teenager was a hot bitch and he had been skeptical. Lee had always suspected 
that his sexy daughter was just another cold-blooded replica of her frigid 
mother but now it appeared that his wife and daughter were anything but 
that. Jesus, they were behaving like full-fl-edged nymphos and he was 
certainly going to take advantage of it! 

Yes, he decided, he had been missing a lot while he was away. But not now. 
His heavy throbbing cock was resting hard against Brooke's open, trembling 
thighs and he pressed it forward into the moist, hair-framed slit of her 
pussy. It was too much for him-he could not wait a second longer! He started 
to move cautiously but she anticipated him and quickly wedged her hand down 
between them, encircling his massive thickness with her slender fingers, 
causing them both to gasp hotly into each other's faces. He groaned above 
her in amazement as he felt her move it teasingly up and down between her 
wide-splayed legs with a seemingly animal instinct, parting the soft silky 
hair of her sensitive little pussy with the throbbing blood-filled head. 

"Christ!" Jackie choked as he gaped down at the flowering pink opening of 
his sister's passion-moistened cunt and his step-father's great fleshy shaft 
prodding at the tiny wet hole. 

April felt her breath being whipped away by the efforts of her impassioned 
son as he plunged his excited young cock far up into her wet expanded rectum 
from behind. She hardly knew what possessed her and could not fight off the 
ever-mounting animalistic wildness searing her nerves as she watched Lee 
preparing to fuck his own daughter and felt her young son's fiery hard cock 
scorching her stretched, velvety ass-hole with his lunging strokes. She was 
on her knees before Jackie with her round buttocks raised invitingly high 
and open for him to plunder at will. 

Brooke whimpered aloud in a mixture of passionate desire and trembling 
anxiety as she felt the tender lips surrounding her moist cuntal passage 
being pushed open. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and 
her breath caught in her throat. Then Lee pushed slowly and gently into her, 
pressuring against the warm fleshy tightness, until she could no longer hold 
back her sudden cry of pain. 

"Ooooh, Daddy, ooooohhh, it hurts, it hurts!" 

"Don't worry, my darling, it'll be fine in a moment," Lee hissed, his big 
hands gripping his daughter's full firm buttocks, cupping them and holding 
them up to his surging loins as he continued to press as gently but firmly 
as possible with his hard aching penis up into the almost virginal hole of 
her pussy. Then, abruptly, the tight elastic ring of flesh popped open and 
his huge, blood-filled cock-head slipped wetly up inside her with a rush 
that left Brooke gasping for breath. Her moist red-stained mouth opened wide 
as the heavily-veined cock raced up into her nakedly throbbing cunt. She 
cried beneath him as she felt the warm smooth sheath of flesh slip over his 
long jerking length of rock-hard penis. Automatically, she flexed her inner 
thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the probing 
explorations of the massive invading shaft. 

On the couch, April knelt before her son, Jackie and kept up the exciting 
undulations of her upthrust buttocks, waving the full white cheeks back at 
him lasciviously like a red flag in front of a bull. Slowly, the portion of 
whore there is in every woman broke forth in a wave of intense masochistic 
excitement. There was still a tiny bit of pain but it was wonderfully 
pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back shamelessly 
to meet the obscene lunges he made into her. Behind her, the excited 
adolescent groaned each time he surged up into his mother and she too was 
moaning and twisting and waving the exquisite whiteness of her naked 
buttocks back at him in lewd encouragement to fuck into her harder and 
harder, deeper and deeper. Her beautiful face was turned to one side on the 
couch cushion and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight. Her 
long blonde hair flowed out over the edge of the couch and whirled in the 
air as he thrust into her with extra hard force, wanting to hear her plead 
for mercy now. His dark eyes bulged wider as he gaped down at the brown ring 
of anal flesh drawing back with his every backstroke and then swallowing in 
again as he thrust forward into her with the savage in-and-out rhythm he had 
started. 

On the floor, Lee lowered his wet lips and gently kissed his daughter's full 
proud breasts, sucking one pink nipple at a time into his warm mouth to 
lovingly tongue and nibble at them. Her naked body was writhing under him 
and she groaned incessantly up into the air. Low hums of ecstatic bliss rose 
in torrents from her chest, her beautiful face working with passion as she 
felt her father's thick wet cock sawing up into the depths of her belly. 
Suddenly, her hungry sucking cunt screwed itself up tighter against his 
male, hair-covered pelvis and he had to clench his teeth tightly shut in an 
effort to hold back his cumming. 

Lee and Jackie fucked on and on. The two Westingway women felt the hard 
fleshy shafts pummeling into them throb harder up into the soft wet 
interiors of their naked bellies and they crooned together in a shameless 
harmony of erotic rapture as they drove their openly hungering loins 
backwards and forwards to gain every bit of animal pleasure that they 
possibly could. 

"Yes, yes, Jackie, my darling, fuck my ass like that," April crooned through 
her tightly clenched lips as the handsome boy drove into her lust-drenched 
rectum as deeply as he could, flexing and searching with his thick cock-tip. 

April could feel her virile son's hugeness growing inside her cock-expanded 
rectum and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his hot, 
lewd sperm deep inside her helpless body. Her own climax was at the verge of 
erupting into a tidal wave of electric sensation and the rubbery walls of 
her ass hole held him vice-like. 

"Yes, yes, keep fucking it, darling! I'm cumming, I'm cummmiiingg noowwww!" 
the blonde beauty shrieked out loud as her trapped body tensed and spilled 
its orgasmic earthquake of sensation. Behind her, there was a muffled gurgle 
and she felt Jackie's long throbbing cock burst like a dam as he shot his 
hot sticky cum up into her contracting belly, its liquid warmth overflowing 
around his still jerking penis and forcing its way out of the tight nether 
ring of her anus. Now, now she was complete. She had allowed her basic 
instincts to rule over her reason and she suddenly knew that everything 
would be all right now. If she was a whore now, then fine. At least she was 
a real woman again and more important, she was no longer a stranger to her 
own flesh and blood, her son. 

Lee had heard his pretty blonde wife's ecstatic moans of orgasm and knew 
that his own climax was not far away. His daughter's writhing young body was 
like fire beneath him, her head tossing crazily from side to side on the 
thick carpet, her ripe mouth open wide in abandonment and anticipation of 
the supreme moment approaching its crest in her voluptuous young body. Her 
small hands came down to clutch at Lee's tensing buttocks as he thrust into 
her resoundingly, his sweat-soaked flesh smacking hard against hers. 

Then it happened. 

The ravishing teen-aged redhead's sex-fogged mind blanked out completely as 
she twisted and jerked out her tingling orgasm. Her naked body was like 
something possessed, an inhuman thing as she spread her long legs wide apart 
and then pulled them back up involuntarily against her frantically writhing 
shoulders. She swung her golden thighs up and clasped Lee's waist in a 
scissors-grip with her shapely calves, winding herself wantonly around his 
still humping body as she spiraled her quivering wet cunt hotly down on the 
older man's convulsing, wildly expanding cock. 

"Oh, Daddy ... it's happening! Fuck me hard! Oh God, fuck my cunt, Daddy 
darling! Ooooooooh, fuck me, I'm cummmmmminnnng!" Brooke whimpered 
breathlessly as he thrust into her, his savagely throbbing penis searing up 
through her tightly constricting passage. Her slender suntanned arms twined 
tightly around his neck, dragging his face down to her soft nibbling lips as 
her entire body arched up convulsively from the carpeted floor. Her 
satin-smooth buttocks and thighs began to quiver insanely against his 
hammering loins, the soft wet walls of her pussy rippling gently around his 
still hard-driving cock as her hot orgasmic juices began to flow out around 
his implanted thickness and down onto the softness of his heavy swaying 
testicles. 

Her impassioned words were like a devil's fork, shooting sharp electrical 
shocks through his heated loins and he screwed up into her soft belly like a 
human pile-driver, crashing against her young, tender cervix with his 
straining piston of male flesh. Lee could feel his tingling length begin to 
swell almost painfully inside his own daughter's steaming passage and his 
breath rasped from his open lips as his hands clasped at her smooth upturned 
buttocks, mindlessly kneading and squeezing the yielding satiny flesh. He 
felt the boiling pressure of his climax building in his loins as he ground 
down into her writhing warmth, gasping and moaning as he felt the white hot 
sperm begin to rush up through his wildly-expanding hardness buried deep in 
Brooke's flowering vagina. Suddenly, with a long sobbing groan that echoed 
throughout the living room, he exploded into her, shooting his hot sticky 
charge up into the receptive channel in a seemingly endless series of 
spurts. 

For a long time, there was no sound in the house but the muffled explosions 
of the breakers crashing on the beach below and the ragged breathing of the 
exhausted family that lay sprawled obscenely on the floor and the couch of 
the luxuriously furnished living room. Long moments later, they finally 
began to stir, experimentally moving their trembling naked limbs and bodies 
from the postures of satiation to draw closer together. Brooke and Lee 
gained their feet to climb shakily onto the long, overstuffed couch with 
April and Jackie and four pairs of shinning eyes seemed to share a wonderful 
new secret. 

Finally, it was April who spoke first as she brushed a strand of 
honey-colored hair from her lips. "My God, I suppose that was all wrong," 
she said aloud in a voice still weak from the passion that had shaken her 
magnificently formed body only a few moments before. A little cloud of 
tension seemed to settle on them with her words but then suddenly she 
laughed gently and shot a knowing glance at her husband who was sitting 
beside her. "But who's to say? Anyway, I know for sure that my babies are 
grown up now and maybe, finally, I am too...." Lee chuckled at her words and 
said, "As a matter-of-fact, Jackie and I were saying that we'd both noticed 
that you've been in pretty good shape for some time now. It just seemed a 
damned shame to keep you to myself, especially when Jackie was willing to 
share his lovely sister with me." 

For a split second, April's startled blue eyes met Brooke's slightly guilty 
gaze, then both women shrugged and grinned. Brooke felt an infinite sense of 
relief that she could finally talk to her mother about her love for Jackie 
and April ... April felt as though the burden of fear she had carried with 
her for sixteen years had finally been swept away. She felt no regret to see 
it go. 

"Hey, just wait a minute now!" Brooke suddenly erupted, jumping up from the 
couch to stand in front of them all, her hands on her hips as she glared at 
the two men in mock indignation. "Does that mean you two planned this whole 
thing without telling us about it? Is that what you two were talking about 
up in the" study today?" 

"Oh hell, sit down, girl," Lee grumbled, his deep tone barely covering the 
laughter that was bubbling up in his throat. "My son and I were merely 
having a man-to-man talk about how we were going to handle the two 
nymphomaniacs we have living with us. Personally, I think we handled them 
pretty well!" 

"I'd say so," Jackie agreed with a grin at the older man. "They seem to be 
pretty worn out." 

"Oh, I don't know about that," April said archly as Brooke dissolved into 
giggles at the far end of the couch. "A nympho never makes up her mind this 
quickly ... Why don't we have a drink and try it again?" 

EPILOGUE The hot west wind slowed and became a balmy breeze that lightly 
lifted the golden and auburn hair of the two Westingway women as they stood 
side by side on the dark sundeck outside the living room. Their delicate, 
fine-boned faces, so similar in their beauty, were lifted proudly up at the 
two men who were standing nearby against the railing. In the distance, the 
sea tossed its silvery waves ashore, drawing them back again with the force 
of a huge cosmic engine. 

Jackie and Lee were still slightly damp but wholly refreshed by the playful 
family shower they had taken together after the exciting session in the 
living room. After the two women had stepped out of the spacious shower 
stall and dried themselves, they had decided to douse Jackie and Lee with 
glasses of cold water they had drawn from the sink. Shocked by the icy 
drenching they had received, the father and son had dashed out, shivering 
and naked, to chase the two female pranksters into the living room. There, 
there had been a noisy and exhausting pillow fight that left all of them 
breathless and begging for mercy. 

They were silent now, each of them lost in his or her private thoughts, 
until finally Brooke broke the silence. 

"Everything is so beautiful ... the sea and the stars are so mysterious," 
Brooke sighed. "But I'm so happy now, I don't think there's anything out 
there I want." Lee stepped back from the railing and turned to kiss his 
beautiful daughter tenderly on her soft red lips. "Take it from me, 
sweetheart, there's nothing out there that's any better than right here, 
where you are." 

"Yes, I guess you're right," April chimed in with a warm smile. "As a 
matter-of-fact, there's nothing better anywhere than people who love each 
other." 

They lingered there on the sundeck, their faces bathed in the soft light of 
the stars, for a long time. They talked about how they might all stay at 
Willow Run next summer, close to the ocean and each other. A single lone 
gull cried out in the dark silence of the night, seeming to punctuate their 
thoughts. 


THE END
