Young Widow Brown
by Rick Jannsen


FOREWORD 

Through the centuries of mankind's civilization, it has become nearly a 
truism that the moral climate in the more heavily populated urban areas is 
considerably more flexible than in the spacious, relatively undeveloped 
countrysides and wildernesses. And, until a very few decades past, this was 
certainly more true than not. Styles of living differed widely between the 
comfortable, culture-oriented urban centers and the rugged, often 
treacherous rural settlements. However, the myth has lingered, though mass 
communications and advanced technology have reduced the differences to 
little more than landscape and density of population. 

In this startling bold new novel Young Widow Brown, author Rick Jannsen has 
endeavored to lay this fallacy and others concerning urban and suburban 
morality in their graves at long last. 

After many months of research from the darkest ghettoes to the plushest of 
the "bedroom" burgs, Jannsen has set down on paper one of the most shocking 
stories of our time. This novel is the strange and compelling tale of a 
naive young widow, Shirley Brown, who after years of scrimping, manages to 
flee the "cold-hearted" city to a home of her own in suburbia-only to find 
that she has traded immorality for amorality, a state in which there is no 
right or wrong, but only what is fun! This novel would be no revelation if 
it dealt with the comparatively innocent suburban dabbling in wife-swapping. 
And in fact, we, like author Jannsen are of the opinion that this is often 
the result of the effort by bored adults to find more meaning in the 
impersonal age in which we live. No, herein is a tale much more disturbing 
to those who would look to the future of our country. For it is the 
children, the spoiled, over-sophisticated progeny of the "silent generation" 
that have absorbed the true poison of our society, who have carelessly 
discarded many of the basic principles that raised humanity above the level 
of other animals. 

Through the eyes of beautiful Shirley Brown, we are able to view for the 
first time the dichotomy that will soon become frighteningly apparent in 
this country, between those youngsters who have followed in their parents 
footsteps searching for ideals and a better life, and the other* who have 
somehow learned despair at such an early age that nothing is valued by them 
but pleasure, at any cost. Though several critics of this book have claimed 
that Shirley's first mistake, the wanton seduction of an innocent 
fourteen-year-old boy, was unpardonable and full reason for her later 
harassments and rape by a group of wild, laughing youngsters, we cannot help 
but wonder what these children might have been doing had not so opportune a 
victim arrived. The depths of degradation to which the attractive widow was 
so casually led suggest, to us, that more than simple mischief lurks in the 
minds of so many of these children of suburbia. We find it especially ironic 
that it is only through a mentally retarded youth that the widow finds some 
measure of peace, and only after this hulking youngster is freed from the 
influence of the other boys. 

Young Widow Brown is absolutely not recommended for those who are leery of 
bold, graphic writing, for this book spares no punches. And yet, it could 
have been no other way: the very progression of Shirley Brown's descent into 
the depths of debasement and wanton debauchery illustrates the basic premise 
of this master-work. For it is only after leaving the beaten road of 
conservative idealism and romanticism, and battling with the primeval forces 
of lust and sadism, that the world can comprehend and come to grips with 
what is happening around us. As this story so clearly examples, the old ways 
are no longer always relevant to modern life and yet, to avoid a return to 
savagery, we must, like this brave woman, be prepared to take a new stance, 
to go about living in unconventional ways if necessary, to survive and find 
meaning in a world in which there is little challenge left ... except those 
which we find in ourselves. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER 1 

Shirley Brown's radiantly pretty face almost glowed with contentment as she 
turned her car into the driveway of the tiny, blue-shuttered white house, 
driving cautiously as she maneuvered the vehicle between the groups of 
children, big and small alike, who played on the sidewalk of the tree-lined 
suburban street. This was only the second evening she had been able to 
return from work to her new home at 27 Rapple Drive in Westwood and she 
still felt a little thrill of excitement that at last she owned a home 
outside of the big city where she had lived for ten years, holding a job as 
a receptionist in the office of an elderly doctor. It had taken the lovely 
brunette years of scrimping to save up enough money for the down-payment on 
the tiny cottage in the suburbs, years of eating as inexpensively as 
possible and searching bargain-basement sales for her clothing and household 
necessities, but this afternoon she knew that it had all been worth the 
hardships. Just to be able to drive ten miles out of the city every night, 
to escape the smog and traffic-noises and come back to her own cozy little 
home, where no trucks and busses passing rattled the window panes ... This 
was the dream she had clung to through all the years of lonely sacrifice. 

And she no longer had to fear the strange men who prowled the dim hallways 
of the cheap apartment buildings! she thought with relief, remembering those 
in which she had lived. The awful memory was still too clear in her mind and 
Shirley suspected that it would take months before she would be able to 
sleep easily without the reassurance of a bright light burning all night in 
the short corridor between the modest living room and the single bedroom of 
her snug new home. 

Braking the car to a halt under the carport and withdrawing the key from the 
ignition, she sat shaking her head unconsciously, trying to dismiss the 
disquieting thoughts that had suddenly appeared to mar her feelings of 
satisfaction on this sunny late-afternoon in July. Now that she had finally 
accomplished her dream of having her own home in a neighborhood with lawns 
and trees and-even children, it was silly, she knew, to keep dwelling on the 
unpleasant times she had endured since her young husband died almost ten 
years ago. Here in the well-manicured suburb of Westwood, she was certain to 
be surrounded by happy, stable families, far from the strange breed of city 
men who regard an attractive young widow as nothing more than a lonely woman 
hungry for a quick, loveless night of sexual thrills-the very type of male 
that had finally driven her to the firm decision that she would rather be 
alone, with only the memory of her dead Richard for company. Even loneliness 
was better than risking one more so-called "date" that would probably prove 
to be merely the same kind of gruesome wrestling match she had endured so 
many times before, her virtue and self-respect always at stake for the 
prize. 

It had been a difficult decision for a young girl, then in her mid-twenties 
to make, yet to her there had seemed to be no other choice. These "dates" 
had often left her shaken for weeks afterward, not only by the physical 
exhaustion ... that would fade after a good night's sleep ... but more by 
the unexpectedly powerful desires that would be kindled within her. The 
strange, ungovernable feelings would run wildly through her body at times 
such as this, feelings that she associated with the few nights of sensual 
delight she and Richard had shared before he was killed in that auto 
accident right after their honeymoon. It seemed almost obscene that she 
could not help feeling the same way sometimes when she was with the aging, 
hot-eyed, grabby men who always asked her out after Richard's death. Rather 
than submit to something for which she knew she would always be sorry, she 
had simply stopped dating, hoping that another handsome young idealist like 
Richard would someday come to take her away from the hard-hearted social 
life of the city. 

But he never came. Gradually, she began to live only for herself and dream 
of a somehow happy future with no one else to share it, planning for the day 
when she would have her own home away from the city. Now, at last, her 
chance had arrived and she would enjoy it and forget about all the 
unhappiness of the past! 

Shirley sat only a moment longer in her old green Dodge, checking her 
clothing and hair before she emerged to walk out of the carport to the front 
door of her house. She had taken particular care with her appearance the 
last two mornings, hoping that her first impression with the neighbors would 
be a good one, and now she peered anxiously into the car's rear-view mirror 
as she ran a comb hurriedly through her thick, shoulder-length, sable brown 
hair. Her reflection in the tiny mirror heartened her somewhat, for though 
she still retained the languorous lush-mouthed beauty she had had when she 
married, the following ten years had softened the dramatic natural 
expression of her face that she had always feared made her look "easy" to 
men. Above all, she didn't want any of the Westwood men or their wives to 
think that she was husband-hunting or even worse, that she was some kind of 
wanton adventuress who would thoughtlessly curry favors with other women's 
men. That was the farthest thing from the truth, for she had come to 
Westwood simply to escape that kind of person who laughed at the sanctity of 
marriage and the family and who would try to take advantage of a widow only 
because her husband was no longer there to protect and advise her. 

"Hullo, Mrs. Brown," a tiny voice suddenly came faintly into the car as 
small grimy knuckles appeared seemingly out of nowhere to tap on the window 
beside Shirley. "Where ya goin'? " 

Hurriedly replacing her comb in her purse, the happy woman carefully opened 
the door of the car and smiled down at the grubby-faced blonde toddler who 
stood beside the auto, an apparently well-traveled package of crumbled 
cookies clenched tightly in her other hand. "I just came home from work, 
Cindy," she slowly explained to the youngster who had ambled into her 
carport yesterday afternoon with the same question. "I'm going inside now to 
make my dinner." 

"Me too?" the child demanded, taking a firm grip on Shirley's hand as she 
slid outside the car. 

"No, not tonight, dear," the brunette chuckled. "Your mommy doesn't know me 
yet and she might worry about you. Besides, all those cookies should keep 
you filled up for a while." She gently extricated her fingers from the grasp 
of the little girl's fist and strode out of the carport to the front of her 
house. Behind her, she could hear Cindy's loud "humph!" of disapproval 
before the tot went scampering back to the yard next door. 

The thick grass of her lawn felt soft and spongy under Shirley's high-heeled 
shoes and she luxuriated in the sights and sounds of the early-evening 
street games of the neighborhood children. Her mood was so buoyantly happy 
that when a football suddenly landed at her feet, she quickly swept it up 
off the ground and tossed it back to the teenaged boys gathered in front of 
the house. She light-heartedly returned their broad grins, then turned to 
climb the short, brick stairway to her front door. 

"Hey, that was a great pass," a young male voice suddenly called out from 
behind her. "C'mon and toss it around with us for a while!" 

Flattered that the youngsters would want her to join them in their football 
game, the lovely thirty-five-year-old widow paused to consider the request 
for a moment before realizing that she would probably look too silly running 
around in the street in her "work" clothes, a tailored white blouse and 
short slim skirt. With a rueful smile, she looked back at the group of 
youths and reluctantly shook her head. 

"Try me some other time, boys," she called back. "Maybe on a weekend. I've 
had a hard day at the office." She looked back down again to search her 
purse for the key to the front door, then stiffened with abrupt shock as she 
heard another, not so friendly, teenaged voice yell out: 

"I bet you have, babe! With an ass like that, you must just be as busy as a 
bee!" 

Automatically, the brunette whirled about to discover the owner of the snide 
remark, but by the time she was again facing the street, her startled brown 
eyes met nothing but the sight of a half-dozen boys, none of them over 
fifteen years of age, she thought, all smiling up at her with angelic 
innocence. 

No, that wasn't quite true, she suddenly corrected herself as she realized 
with a start that above their sweet smiles the boys' eyes were raking over 
her body with such salacious interest that she almost felt that her clothes 
were being burnt off her skin by the fiery intensity of their gazes. Her 
soft full lips compressed tightly together as she futilely searched her 
brain for a sufficiently biting remark to toss back to the arrogant 
teenagers. Then with a low groan of angry frustration, she turned her back 
on them and began frantically rummaging through the contents of her purse 
again, trying to find the key to the front door before she could be 
embarrassed further by the cocky youths. 

"Hey, sweetie, need a little help? Me and my buddies would be happy to give 
you anything you want," the same voice piped up again, but this time it was 
lower and much, much closer. Shirley peered anxiously into the bag that 
carried her groceries for dinner, wondering if she could have dropped her 
key-ring into it by mistake. 

"Anywhere you want it too, sweetie," the taunting voice continued as she 
heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. "Why don't you ask us inside so we 
can get to know you a little better?" The last mocking question was 
punctuated by a sudden pinch to Shirley's smooth skirt-clad buttock, making 
her catch her breath in horrified dismay. 

Instantly infuriated, she swung around to face a leering redheaded youth who 
had led the troupe of teenaged boys up to her front steps. "What's your name 
and where do you live, young man?" she angrily demanded, her dark eyes 
flashing at his insolent grin. "I'm going to see your father about this!" 

She saw the youth's face drop for a moment, but then, obviously remembering 
that his friends were all waiting for his reply, the rusty-haired boy 
swaggered a little closer to her and whispered in a voice loud enough for 
the others to hear, "What for, baby? He's old ... Wouldn't you rather have 
me slip a dick to you? Or one of the boys here?" 

This last statement apparently shocked even the other boys with its lewdness 
and as Shirley backed away in horror, she heard one of the smaller boys 
squeak up to the top of the porch, "Hey Neil, we better get out of here 
before she really does get us in trouble. C'mon, you guys." 

The youngsters began to nervously move back away from the porch and across 
the lawn toward the street again, but the redheaded boy who was obviously 
the leader of the group, stood his ground, an expression of disgust on his 
face at his comrades' frightened retreat. 

"Aw, whatsa matter with you?" he glared down at the teenagers who now waited 
uncertainly by the curb. "Didn't I tell you that those older broads just 
love anything they can get! I bet it's been years since she's seen a man 
whose young enough to get one up! Remember, my brother Eddy told us all 
about it." 

Some of the youths below brightened at their friend's words and one boy who 
looked barely old enough to know the facts of life tittered loudly, "Hey 
yeah, Neil! Do you think she'd like it in the ass, like Eddy said?" 

"Or in her mouth? I want to shove mine in her mouth!" another excitedly 
interjected amidst the giggles. 

Shirley cringed back even closer to her front door, her eyes darting 
fearfully up and down the block to see if the younger children playing there 
had taken notice of the gross foulness that had been spewing from the lips 
of the boys at the curbside. To her astonished relief, she saw that none of 
the little girls or boys had even turned their heads away from the various 
games they were involved in and, in fact, most were even shouting noisily to 
one another, as if to overcome the distraction of the older boy's obscene 
exchange with the new neighbor. Thank God for the trusting innocence of 
children, she sighed inwardly, before her attention was rudely jerked back 
to her present predicament by another rude comment from the street. 

"Hey, Neil, ask her if she's horny! We could do it right away, huh Neil?" 

"Yeah, lady, whadya say?" the redhead said coolly to the beautiful brunette, 
grinning in obvious enjoyment of her terror and confusion. "Let's you and me 
and the guys go inside for a while and we'll heat up that nice firm tail of 
yours..." 

"N-no!" Shirley burst out, almost dropping her grocery bag as the youth took 
a step closer. As she hugged the package closer to her trembling body, she 
felt something metallic bite into her clenching fingers and barely kept from 
sobbing in relief as she realized that the keys had been right in her hand 
all the time. With speed born of desperate fear, she whirled around and 
shoved the key into the unfamiliar lock of her new home, quickly slipping 
inside as soon as she felt the bolt give. Fighting back tears of 
humiliation, she slammed the door shut and collapsed limply against it, 
reddening at the sound of the boys' mocking laughter as they returned to 
their football game. 

A minute later, she shakily moved away from the doorway, walking slowly 
through her living room to the back of the house. She had been stunned into 
an almost stuporous feeling by the unanticipated exchange with the boys, all 
seemingly so young, barely high school age. Still the brazen obscenities 
that had come from their mouths shocked her more than even the most 
frightening of the dates she had endured since her husband's death. Was this 
the innocence she had hoped to find away from the city? she mused unhappily. 

Dropping her purse and the grocery bag on the dressing table in her bedroom, 
she began to unbutton her blouse, a worried frown still furrowing her brow. 
Somehow, she felt that the boys had not been entirely to blame this 
afternoon, for the attractive widow had been the victim of such assaults, 
both verbal and physical, almost since she could remember ... and she had 
always been grateful that, one way or another, most men showed some of the 
same type of selfish crudeness as the boys this afternoon. Otherwise, she 
knew very well that her body would have naturally responded to the 
intoxicating stimulation of male appreciation. Only one man in her life had 
been respectful and gentle with her and that man, her husband Richard, was 
the only one who ever enjoyed her body. If only he had not been killed a 
bare week after their wedding night, she might be a happy, fulfilled woman 
now, she thought sadly. 

Unzipping her skirt and stripping it down over her long, beautifully curved 
legs, she placed it neatly on the bed beside her blouse, then quickly 
removed her bra and panties in preparation for the cool shower she took each 
afternoon to symbolically wash away the worries of her city-bound working 
day. But this evening, instead of going directly into the bathroom, Shirley 
impulsively padded across the room to the mirror over her dressing table, 
vaguely wondering exactly what quality about her made most men act so lewdly 
obnoxious in her presence. 

The beautiful brunette stopped a few yards short of the huge antique 
looking-glass that had been a wedding present from several of the girls she 
had worked with ten years ago and almost fearfully let her eyes roam over 
the naked female contours that were reflected before her. Even her own 
critical gaze could not find fault in the perfection of her satin skin, 
fleshy, high set breasts or the inviting curves of her hips disappearing 
into her tiny wisp of a waist. What met her eyes was an all-over picture of 
total femininity and yet she reminded herself that other women had bodies 
just as beautiful as hers and still managed to maintain control over the men 
they were with. 

Then her puzzled eyes flicked lower to the dark-pelted triangle of her sex. 
Between her slightly-spread legs, Shirley could see clearly the fleshy 
pinkness of her vaginal slit, glistening moistly through the softness of her 
pubic hair in the golden waning light of the late afternoon sun through the 
bedroom window. Unconsciously she began to nibble nervously on her full 
lower lip as a disturbing idea developed in her mind. 

Did men have some kind of extra sense about women, she brooded 
uncomfortably, did they suspect the struggles that so often raged within 
her, under the demure, deliberately unprovacative clothing she always wore 
and the expression of glacial indifference she wore like a mask? Were even 
strangers aware of how frequently she wanted desperately to cast aside all 
her modesty and reserve, to give in to the strong sexual instincts and urges 
that seemed only normal for a ripe, beautiful woman of thirty years? 

Oh Shirley, don't be silly, she suddenly chided herself, turning away from 
the mirror before the alarming train of thought could proceed any further. 
The curvaceous widow was aware of a familiar, throbbing hunger growing 
demandingly between her bare thighs, a response she had learned to expect 
whenever sex entered her thoughts, and as always, she quickly searched the 
room for something to distract her mind while she waited for her body to 
forget that a man's desire-hardened penis had not entered it for almost ten 
years. A child's joyful whoop drew her attention to the window and, grateful 
for any means to ignore the aching void between her legs, she hurried to see 
what was going on outside, pausing only to draw down the Venetian blinds to 
hide her nakedness from the sly gazes of the older boys in the street. 

Right below her window, Shirley saw little Cindy determinedly grinding her 
cookies into the face of a large baby doll and the brunette watched in 
amusement for a minute or two until the little girl lost interest in the 
pastime and toddled off toward the front Of her own home next door. Watching 
the sweet-faced youngster had proved the perfect remedy to cool the fires 
that had blazed momentarily in Shirley's loins and she was about to leave 
the window when her gaze suddenly fell on a lone boy who was hurriedly 
striding down the sidewalk, stopping at every home to remove a newspaper 
from the orange cloth bag slung over his shoulder. 

After the humiliating ordeal with the youths on the street, she found 
herself nodding in smiling approval at the conscientious way this boy folded 
each paper and carefully placed it in the mailbox of each house he stopped 
at. Although he looked to be about the same age as the leering, insulting 
group she had encountered earlier, the blonde sandy-haired teenager 
delivering the evening newspapers was obviously head and shoulders above the 
other boys in temperament and character. Shirley thoughtfully studied the 
youth's open, vulnerable, adolescent face, instantly wishing that she had 
met him, instead of the vile-mouthed neighborhood rowdies she had been 
forced to deal with after she arrived home from her job in the city. This 
boy seemed to be exactly the type of youngster she had hoped to find here in 
Westwood ... friendly and intelligent, and perhaps a little shy and afraid 
of girls, the same way Richard had been as a teenager. Her gaze lingered on 
the unruly shock of sun-lightened hair that hung over the boy's eyes, then 
on the supple slim frame that carried the heavy newspaper pouch. With a 
strange excitement welling up in her, Shirley carefully deciphered the 
ornate black lettering painted on the orange bag. 

"The Westwood Evening News," the lovely brunette slowly read aloud, her soft 
voice trembling with the force of the rising emotions that were suddenly 
pounding through her veins. 

Without pausing another moment, she turned on her heel and walked from the 
room, the smooth firm flesh of her naked breasts and buttocks quivering 
slightly with each step. Abruptly halting before the tiny telephone table in 
the hallway, she jerked the heavy phone book from its shelf below and 
flipped through its pages, a light pink flush of exhilaration straining her 
cheeks as she scanned the entries. A moment later, Shirley held the 
telephone receiver to her ear, breathlessly eager as she listened to the 
measured ringing of the phone whose numbers she had dialed. 

"Westwood Evening News. Can I help you?" a crisp female voice finally 
announced. 

It was a full ten seconds before the beautiful widow could find the words to 
answer. 

"Yes, please ... I-I'd like to have your paper delivered to my home...." 

Swathed uncomfortably in the oppressive heat that had lingered long past 
sundown that night, Shirley sat up in bed only long enough to tear off the 
thin nylon nightgown she had worn to bed, then sank down on the sheets 
again, letting the damp garment fall into a limp pile at the side of the 
bed. Staring into the blackness of her bedroom, she prayed for rain, a 
breeze, anything to cool her sweat-drenched flesh. 

The flash of unexplained excitement she had felt this afternoon had faded 
soon after she had arranged to have the newspaper delivered to her home, 
starting tomorrow, and now she wondered what could have been wrong with her 
to make her so strangely enthusiastic at the prospect of meeting the blonde 
youngster on the street. The lonely years must be finally affecting her 
mind, she decided with a sigh, then ruefully amended the thought. It was her 
body that was betraying her and even now, an insistent ache throbbed deep in 
her belly, the same dormant need that had been plaguing her ever since she 
had hung up the telephone. 

No matter how hard she tried, she could not think of anything else but that 
young blonde paperboy, his soft, gentle face and his lithe, youthful body 
striding gracefully from house to house. What she was feeling was crazy, no, 
it was sick, she angrily told herself, yet her vagina still throbbed 
defiantly, demanding relief instead of lectures. She moaned softly as her 
entire groin began to tingle with a ferocity that would not be ignored. 

The beautiful widow thrashed despondently on the mattress for several 
minutes, then with a sigh of defeat, closed her eyes as her right hand began 
to steal slowly down toward the soft dark curls that covered the juncture of 
her thighs. Stiffening with annoyance at her own weakness, Shirley suddenly 
pulled her arm back and clenched her knees tightly together in an attempt to 
stifle the wicked sexual blaze that roared out of control in her loins. She 
quickly realized the futility of her struggle and she knew that she could 
easily lie awake all through the night if she did not soon surrender to the 
maddening tingle deep in her belly. 

Still trying to erase the inciting image of the slender, sandy-haired boy 
from her mind, Shirley let her hands drift restlessly over the smooth warm 
skin of her body, kneading her own breasts and pinching the soft pliant 
nipples until they had tightened to tiny tingling points of hard flesh. Her 
long, shapely legs began to scissor open and closed slowly as she thrust one 
hand down between them and started rhythmically stroking at her clitoris, 
working herself into a driving, desperate passion. Her eyes became glazed 
and smoky as she surrendered completely to the need building within her, her 
smooth rounded buttocks twisting frantically into the sheets until the damp 
soft fabric bunched into the lightly perspiring crevice between and grazed 
thrilling against the tender swelling of her vulva. At the almost electrical 
contact, the brunette's breathing deepened and the frantic yearning 
blossomed inside her inflamed vagina. 

The widow was horrified to think that the mere sight of a strange young boy 
had driven her to this state of hopeless arousal, but the shame she felt 
strangely stimulated her more. Her lips opened in wanton delight as her 
slender trembling fingers slid downward to the soft, hair-covered lips of 
her pussy and pulled them gently outward until the moist pink furrow was 
fully exposed to the warm night air and the tiny mouth-like opening throbbed 
hungrily into the darkness. 

Tentatively, she wormed her long middle finger into the moistly quivering 
hole, forcing it downward until the tight smooth passageway had engulfed her 
entire finger. Then, suddenly afraid to pause as her excitement mounted, 
Shirley quickly thrust another finger past the swollen flanges of her ever 
moistening cunt, gradually widening the lips as she rotated the inserted 
fingers in sensual abandon. Incoherent, barely-remembered images of her 
husband driving his young, hard penis into her own writhing body flashed 
hotly through her mind-then, suddenly, the pictures changed. 

It was not Richard, but that boy! Her eyes closed in rapture as she imagined 
the slim, smooth hips of the blonde paper boy pounding against her body 
where her own palm now slammed against her heaving loins each time she drove 
her fingers deeper and harder into her insatiable pussy. In a frenzy of 
shameless lust, she threw her hips upward and jerked her legs back tight 
against her chest to meet each lewdly delightful stroke of her hammering 
fingers. Her face contorted with the efforts of her frenzied manipulations, 
but it was not enough! 

Wailing in frustration, she jammed another finger into her ravenously hungry 
pussy while she reached with her other hand between her legs for her hard, 
swollen clitoris. Feverishly she pinched and teased at the tiny bud of her 
sex while her clenching buttocks danced insanely to the savage rhythm of her 
driving fingers. Deep moans of animal pleasure rose from the depths of her 
throat as she speeded into a more rapid rhythm, straining for a climax, 
lunging upward to bury the invading fingers deep in the tight wet opening of 
her vagina. Her long wavy hair whirled around her face as her head tossed 
from side to side on the pillow as she tried and tried to bring herself to 
an orgasm. 

She hovered for what seemed like centuries on the edge of a climax and she 
put both her hands over her cunt, massaging and fingering herself with all 
her strength. Shirley forced herself to go on long after she realized that 
she was weak with exhaustion, and finally, she fell onto her side, huddling 
into a shuddering ball of despair, biting the pillowcase under her head to 
keep from screaming in frustration. It would just not come! 

The beautiful widow lay, gulping for breath, until her sexual tension slowly 
receded and her tautened muscles gradually relaxed from the strain of her 
frustrating ordeal. A soft moan fell from her lips as a trembling rush of 
shame suddenly enveloped her. How many times had she sworn to control these 
frequent and debasing moments of sexual need, she angrily demanded of 
herself, and how many times had she succumbed, like tonight, acting like an 
animal, a mindless rutting animal? Angrily, she jerked her hands out from 
between her still-quivering thighs, heedless of the sharp biting pain as her 
fingernails scraped against the sensitive flesh of her vagina as they 
slipped out from passion-drenched vagina. 

Still breathing heavily, she staggered into the bathroom in search of the 
sleeping pills she kept for times such as this. She knew that it was already 
just a few hours before the dawn, but it didn't matter. 

Even if she had difficulty dragging herself from the bed in the morning, it 
would be less punishment than she knew she deserved for the vile, lewd, 
unnatural thoughts that had triggered her lust this night. Her thoughts 
about the young and innocent paperboy had been wicked and wrong and ... 
dangerous. 

After all these years of restraining and deliberately denying the rich 
female sexuality with which nature had so imprudently endowed her, she knew 
that something had snapped inside her today. While staring innocently out of 
her bedroom window, Shirley had arrived at the end of her rope, and found 
herself in a strange land where her body somehow controlled her mind. 

It was wrong, ivrong, she desperately repeated as she stumbled back into bed 
... but, somehow, precisely because her fantasies about the paperboy were so 
wicked, they were all the more exciting ... and tempting. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Shirley arrived home the next evening a little late, having stopped for an 
unaccustomed drink before leaving the city for Westwood. As she unlocked her 
front door and stepped out of the blazing afternoon sun into the cool 
dimness of her living room, she thanked her stars that the group of rowdy, 
football playing boys were mercifully swimming at the local public pool, she 
mused, or maybe she had frightened them off with her talk of reporting the 
ringleader to his father. Whatever, she was grateful that she had managed to 
avoid them. She was in no condition for another confrontation this 
afternoon. 

For that matter, the shapely brunette realized suddenly as she tripped and 
almost fell on the edge of her living room rug, she was in no shape at all. 
The one martini she had drunk fifteen minutes ago was the first alcohol she 
had swallowed in months and she was already feeling the effects of the 
potent drink. Usually it took a special occasion before she would drink 
liquor at all, but this day had been strange, if not particularly special. 

Shirley had been awakened at ten that morning, three hours after her alarm 
clock had apparently run down without rousing her, by a telephone call from 
the office. She had been tempted to plead sickness, but the aging doctor's 
frantic reports of an office full of unexpected patients had touched her 
conscience and, after driving the sleep from her brain with several cups of 
steaming black coffee, she had sped into the city as fast as the old Dodge 
would carry her. In the mad rush of her first waking hours, the lovely widow 
temporarily forgot about her shameful thoughts of the night before. It 
wasn't until later, soon after her lunch break, that the unusual character 
of this particular day began to assert itself. 

Shirley had been sitting at her desk in the waiting room, carefully listing 
the names of the patients and their complaints on the doctor's work pad, 
when two obviously-embarrassed teenaged boys peered into the 
finally-deserted reception room. As was her habit with boys of that age 
group, she invited them in and immediately began smiling and teasing them in 
a flirting way she often used to put them at ease before sending the youths 
in to see the doctor. It was a manner that came easily to her, as she and 
Richard had been barely past high school-age themselves when they first 
became "serious" and since then, she had never become sufficiently involved 
with another man to make her want to trade her coy, youthful mannerisms for 
those more suitable for a thirty-five-year-old widow. Besides, she always 
found such satisfaction in seeing them drop their scared-bunny expressions 
and later, to feel the gratitude in their young eyes when the boys emerged 
from the examining room, still intact and usually very relieved at the 
doctor's diagnoses of their ailments. 

Now, several hours later, Shirley sunk down on her living room couch, still 
not certain of exactly what had gone wrong that afternoon. Knowing what she 
now knew about those boys, she suspected that what had happened had been 
their fault and not hers, but, at the time, she had felt frightened and 
guilty-afraid that those two teenagers could somehow see past her primly 
modest appearance to that secret part of her being that held the corrupt and 
unnatural feelings that had held sway over her mind as she had writhed 
beneath the wanton titillations of her own hands the night before. 

And even the doctor, the dear, gentle, old man for whom she had worked for 
nearly seven years, had seemed suddenly cold and distant when he had 
discovered the strange scene taking place in his waiting room. 

Actually, nothing earth-shattering had occurred, Shirley now thought to 
herself as she kicked off her shoes and leaned back into the cushiony 
softness of the sofa to relieve the dizziness the after-work drink had 
produced in her brain. At least, it had been nothing much to anyone but her, 
she quickly amended the thought, remembering how the doctor had clucked 
sympathetically and given her the last hour of the day off, when she told 
him what exactly had happened. 

The lovely widow had simply asked the two boys why they had come to the 
doctor's office, then repeated the question when they did nothing but stare 
at her with little smiles on their faces, shaking their heads. Then, 
abruptly, she had realized that she should stop flirting with them, for the 
smoldering looks in their eyes told her that the youths were taking her 
innocent play all too seriously. Shirley had hurriedly straightened her 
shoulders and stared sternly up at them, but not before one of the youths, a 
husky blonde boy of about sixteen, had leaned over her desk and casually 
reached out to brazenly pluck at the tip of her full-swelling breast beneath 
the starched white blouse she had worn to work. 

"If I'm this close, baby, you just might catch it," he had whispered with a 
cocky smile on his face. 

At that moment, the doctor had opened the door from his examining room and, 
after a long moment of embarrassing silence, had beckoned the boys inside. 
Shirley knew that he must have seen the boy's fingers tracing the 
fabric-covered contour of her bulging right breast, and she blushed a bright 
red as the old gentleman had wordlessly lifted the still-blank information 
sheet from her desk before re-entering the inner office. 

The attractive receptionist spent a nervous and apprehensive half hour 
before the two teenagers emerged from the examining room and left the 
office, both scowling angrily. The old doctor had followed close behind and, 
with a trace of a smile on his face, had softly asked the young widow what 
had happened. As she related the story of the blonde boy's lewd impudence, 
the doctor had chuckled in sympathetic amusement, then he had told her that 
both boys had attracted a healthy population of body lice, "crabs" as they 
had called them, from sexual intercourse and had not enjoyed the necessary 
treatment one bit. Shirley, remembering the words of the grinning blonde 
boy, had been aghast at the possibility that she might have caught them, but 
the doctor had stilled her fears and gently sent her home early to recover 
from the traumatic afternoon. 

Little had the kindly old man suspected the underlying reason for her 
jangled nerves that afternoon. It had taken Shirley herself more than half a 
martini before she would admit it, even in her own mind. But the time she 
spent in the plush "Ladies" bar in the city had loosened up her inhibitions 
until she was finally able to face the fact that she had been truly aroused 
by the touch of that young, less than half her age, boy's hand. 

Not simply aroused, but almost quivering with excitement, she had shamefully 
admitted to herself. Never, never in her life, except for the brief time she 
had spent with Richard, had she felt anything like it. It was horrible, it 
was degrading, it was perverted and nothing but raw animal lust, and yet, in 
spite of her revulsion at her own response, she had become excited again in 
the bar, even thinking about the young smooth hand that had momentarily 
brushed over the sensitive tip of her breast through her blouse and bra 
underneath. Every nerve in her body had come to quivering life in a 
disturbingly familiar tingling sensation-the same way, she now remembered, 
it had happened each time she had ever looked up from the paper work on her 
desk and seen a young boy peering over a magazine at her breasts or her 
thighs, a light beading of perspiration forming on his upper lip. 

At last, no longer able to stand the terrifying knowledge of her own secret 
nature, she had tossed down the remains of her drink and rushed out to her 
car parked in the street, hoping that she might somehow leave the ugly 
reality of her unnatural perversion behind her in the bar with the empty 
martini glass. 

Now as she snuggled back into the softness of her own overstuffed sofa, it 
seemed that she had almost succeeded in doing just that. The entire drink 
had been absorbed into her bloodstream during the drive home and the alcohol 
wafted lazily through her brain, settling her frayed nerves and driving away 
the frightened horror she had experienced in the bar, during her anguished 
moments of self-revelation. It suddenly seemed like little more than a bad 
dream, surely one that she could learn from, but nothing so terrible that it 
could not be faced in the light of day. 

Realizing that she felt sweaty and somehow dirtied by the emotional ordeal 
she had undergone that afternoon, Shirley went to the rear of the house to 
shower and change her clothes, after first indulging herself with a glass of 
sherry from her ill-used liquor supply. For some reason, it felt a time for 
some small celebration. After all, she had come to face an important, if 
disturbing, aspect of her own personality, and now that her secret desires 
were no longer hidden to her, she felt sure that she would overcome these 
strange, perverted feelings she had been unknowingly suffering from 
throughout the years. 

The shapely widow pulled on a pair of shorts and a brief, cool halter, then 
stepped out into her back yard for a taste of the summer sun that never 
seemed quite fresh after it filtered down through the smog and the towering 
skyscrapers of the cities. But, here at her new home in Westwood, she was 
nearly bowled over by the late afternoon brilliance and the blasting July 
heat. But it was an extraordinarily beautiful day and, as she sipped at the 
second and last glass of sherry she had allowed herself, the brunette felt a 
joyful exuberance at the sweet clean air in her lungs, the sight of the 
neatly rowed houses on all sides, each framed by lush velvety lawns and 
bright patches of carefully-tended flowers and foliage. The sound of happy 
children frolicking nearby perfected her new surroundings and, as she 
smilingly settled down on the back porch steps, she remembered the dreams 
she had shared with Richard of someday owning a home exactly like this. 

Suddenly her contemplation was cut short by the sound of the doorbell 
ringing in the front of the house, startling Shirley even though she quickly 
remembered that the paper delivery was due to start this evening. Smoothing 
her hair and futilely pulling down the legs of the summer shorts that she 
now realized were a bit too brief for the eyes of a teenaged boy, she strode 
nervously through the house and pulled open the front door. Her breath 
caught in her throat as she saw not only the sweet-faced boy she had 
observed yesterday afternoon, but another youth with him, a tall, hulking, 
breath takingly handsome male who appeared to be several years older. 

"Are you Mrs. Brown, ma'am?" the slender blonde youth inquired respectfully, 
a shy smile on his smooth features. "I deliver the Westwood Evening News and 
they told me you might want to get the paper at your house..." 

"Yes ... yes, I'm Mrs. Brown," the beautiful widow finally said lamely, 
flushing pink as she realized that her eyes were excitedly darting from one 
boy to the other, not certain which of the two handsome specimens of 
youthful masculinity she should focus her attention on. Despite the fact 
that she thought she had at last accepted and conquered the strange 
excitement that had risen within her yesterday afternoon at the sight of the 
paperboy, she felt the heat of the odd fascination rising in her loins once 
again. But now there were two of them, and it was doubly powerful. Her mind 
cast about aimlessly as she tried to think of what to say next. 

"Mrs. Brown?..." the slim boy with the orange bag over his shoulder repeated 
again, obviously confused by her silence. Behind him, the taller, 
broad-shouldered youth merely smiled vacantly, as though he detected nothing 
unusual in the atmosphere. 

"Oh, please, forgive me. Come in and tell me about how this all works. I've 
never had a regular delivery before," Shirley breathlessly managed, pointing 
hopefully to the interior of the house as she wondered anxiously how long 
she would be able to talk to the exciting boys before they had to leave to 
complete their deliveries. "They ... they didn't tell me much on the phone 
yesterday." 

"Oh, it's easy, ma'am," the blonde teenager smiled uncertainly at her 
obvious distress. "You just-" 

"Please, please, come in," Shirley interrupted him, hoping her suddenly 
all-consuming excitement was not revealed in her voice. "I'll bet you're 
thirsty after walking around in that sun. We'll talk about it over a soft 
drink, okay?" 

The blonde youth's face was shiny from perspiration and the beautiful 
widow's eyes, brightened as she saw him pause to consider her proposal. 
After what seemed like hours of silence, he nodded cautiously, then looked 
back over his shoulder at his friend. 

"Wally, you'd better go on home," the paperboy said very slowly as if 
talking to a child. "I have to talk to this lady for a while and I'll stop 
by and see you on my way home." 

Before Shirley "could protest, the tall, good-looking boy's grin widened and 
he bobbed his head up and down as though grateful for the directions. "Okay, 
Jimmy. I'll go play with Neil for a while," he said in a slow, husky voice. 
"I think he ain't mad at me any more. So long!" 

Shirley watched regretfully as the husky brown-haired boy bounded gracefully 
across the yard and down the street, then started in embarrassment as she 
realized that the remaining youth was still standing on the porch before 
her, patiently waiting for her next words. Trying desperately to stifle the 
strange nervousness she felt building within her, she stepped back from the 
doorway to allow him to enter the house. Her mind tried to call a warning 
out as she closed the front door behind him, but the alcohol that now dulled 
her consciousness made it easy for her to ignore signal for caution. 

"Do you like the house, Mrs. Brown?" the boy said, obviously self-conscious 
about his effort at conversation. "It was for sale a long time and I thought 
some crotchety old man was going to buy it. It's nicer ... " he added 
hesitantly, looking down at the floor in embarrassment, "I mean, we're glad 
you got it instead." 

A thrill ran through Shirley. Here was this beautiful boy, and he was 
already telling her that he liked her. She felt her knees become a little 
wobbly as she realized that he was unconsciously staring at her lush, 
scantily-clad body. Without thinking, she smiled coyly back at him and 
walked over to the tiny liquor cabinet, swaying her hips provocatively as 
she moved. 

"I don't think I have anything in the refrigerator but milk," Shirley said, 
her lovely white teeth flashing in a friendly smile. "Would you like a tiny 
glass of wine?" 

"Gee, I don't know ... well, I guess so, if you think it would be alright, 
Mrs. Brown." 

"Good, I'll have one with you," she said, even though she knew that she had 
already had much too much to drink that afternoon. "Your name's Jimmy, 
right? How old are you?" 

"Uh, almost fifteen, ma'am," he said slowly, a fresh beading of perspiration 
breaking out on his forehead as he watched the curvaceous brunette glide 
across the room with two small glasses of amber liquid in her hands. The tip 
of his tongue swiped nervously at his lower lips before he quickly added, 
"About the paper, ma'am ... all you have to do-" 

"Oh, sit down, Jimmy," Shirley broke in with a little tinkling laugh. "Let's 
just relax a moment before we get down to business." She watched as he 
backed up to settle down on the couch, then held out one of the brimful 
glasses to him. She was fighting with all her strength to overcome the 
maddening temptation to reach out and touch his face. Only fourteen years 
old, she marveled silently, and yet so powerfully masculine. She studied the 
smooth, innocent features that faced her and realized with a start that he 
had not yet even begun to shave. Once again, she realized that he was 
averting his eyes from her penetrating gaze and, feeling instantly contrite 
for embarrassing him, the beautiful widow settled herself beside him on the 
sofa. 

"Excuse me for staring at you, Jimmy," she apologized softly, leaning 
forward to gaze sincerely into the blonde youth's eyes. "It's just that 
you're very handsome ... I hope you don't mind my saying that." 

"N-no, ma'am," the boy faltered, unable to tear his gaze from the deep 
cleavage between her full, white breasts that had become exposed beneath the 
low-cut neckline of her halter. His brow furrowed as though he were trying 
to find the proper words for what he wanted to say and then he looked up at 
her with an innocent sincerity that made Shirley's blood race with 
excitement. "I don't think I've ever been close to anyone as beautiful as 
you, either, if that's okay." 

Since Richard had died, virtually dozens of older men had said essentially 
the same thing to the lovely brunette, but never before had the words had 
such an effect on her. For some reason she didn't even try to justify to 
herself, Shirley's gaze darted down to the crotch of the boy's faded jeans 
and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a passionate yearning that 
both thrilled and frightened her. Pressing out against the soft, blue 
fabric, she could clearly see a stiff, slender form, pressing up and 
outward, and she felt her fingers almost aching with the desire to touch and 
fondle the youthfully swelling flesh. 

"I'm glad, Jimmy, so very glad you feel that way," she breathed, reaching 
out to lay her cool fingers on the hand that still held his newspaper pouch 
tightly to his side. She could feel the throbbing center of her loins 
flexing almost violently in passionate answer to the sight of his hardening 
young flesh beneath his pants. Her tingling vaginal slit was moist under the 
thin filmy silkiness of her panties, and her nipples had grown pebble-hard 
and burned against the now-abrasive inner material of her brassiere as her 
generously curving breasts heaved higher and swelled with the torment of her 
excitement. 

She struggled against the almost overpowering desire to plunge her hand down 
inside of her brief cotton shorts and rub the fleshy burning ridges of her 
pussy to even greater arousal. This was the kind of honest sexual arousal 
that she had always looked for in the presence of a man, but had never been 
quite right with the middle-aged men of the past years. Those men had been 
crude and flabbily ugly, but now with this sweet, confused boy sitting next 
to her, she wished desperately that she could simply tell him that she 
wanted him, wanted to have his virile young penis inside of her so that they 
could both enjoy each other to the fullest. This moment was like a dream 
come true and her alcohol-fogged mind could not quite comprehend why she 
should restrain herself and feel guilty because this boy made her breasts 
and cunt cry out for the soothing pleasure of his touch. 

"Mrs. Brown, are you feeling alright?" Jimmy's voice broke into her 
thoughts, shocking her back to the reality of the moment. "You ... you look 
a little upset. I didn't insult you or anything, did I?" He nervously 
swallowed the last dregs of the wine in his glass, then stood up as if to 
leave, hoisting the bag of newspapers higher on his shoulder. But, though he 
shifted uncertainly from one foot to the other, Shirley could feel his eyes 
upon her, staring ravenously at her full-curved body, not like a teenaged 
boy, but as a full-grown man stares at a woman who excites his natural lust 
to boldness. 

"I ... I think..." Shirley began haltingly, unable to think clearly as his 
eyes feasted on her immodestly clad form, brazenly resting on her high, 
plush bosom, then wandering downward to take in her bare midriff. Pull 
yourself together! some part of her conscience cried out to her. Let him go 
now before its too late! But it was already too late and Shirley heard a 
voice she barely recognized as her own huskily whisper, "I think I feel a 
little faint, Jimmy. Would you help me into my bedroom?" 

He stared questioningly for a moment and then slowly lowered the heavy pouch 
to the floor, confusion and youthful lust both showing clearly in his 
expression. Shirley was visibly trembling now from the delicious erotic 
sensations rippling through every nerve in her body and she did not know or 
care anymore whether her lie had really deceived the boy. The only thing she 
was sure about was the sexual currents of feeling that had begun to leap 
between their bodies. She remembered what other men had told her about using 
sex to bring pleasure to herself and her mind was momentarily filled with 
visions of aggressiveness that bordered on shameless plans of seducing the 
naive young fourteen-year-old who stood so innocently before her. Her gaze 
fell again to his trousers and paused a moment on the dark spot of moisture 
that had appeared around his hard young cock, then ran over the rest of his 
slim youthful form, coming to rest at last on his face and the wide blue 
eyes alight with newly discovered passion. 

"Please, Jimmy," she murmured throatily, holding out her hand to him. "I 
have to lie down. Take me back to my room, and then you can go if you like." 

"Oh, no, ma'am, I won't leave you feelin' sick," he said ardently, stepped 
closer to help her to her feet. "I won't go until you tell me to," he 
shakily whispered, drinking in her closeness as she stood before him, his 
gaze roving hungrily over every soft contour of her ripe female form. 

Then, with a tiny strangled cry, he snaked both arms around her, catching 
her tiny waist, pulling her closer to plant several moist rapid kisses upon 
her cheeks and throat. A gasp of shock burst from Shirley's lips before he 
rose on his tiptoes and his mouth locked on hers as he flicked out his hot 
tongue to stab deeply between her lips ... This was wrong, she knew it, and 
yet her senses were suddenly screaming with desire for this smooth-bodied 
youngster, for the hard rod of flesh she felt digging into her belly as he 
ground his body against her. His own innocent desire for her aroused her 
even more until she ceased squirming and actually wrapped her own arms 
around his neck pulling his torso protectively tighter against her breasts 
as she began to press her hips forward in a suggestive, seductive gesture of 
encouragement. 

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Brown, I can't help myself ... you're so 
beautiful and nice. Please, please, don't be mad at me," he pleaded, 
searching her face for some sign of her true feelings. His hands slipped 
down to her firm globular buttocks under her shorts and began squeezing and 
kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the jarring pulse of her 
pounding heart. More and more the insane desire that had been building in 
her since yesterday, when she had first seen this slender, sandy-haired boy, 
was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and 
was willing to risk anything to achieve her goal. 

"Jimmy, Jimmy, wait," she gasped, forcing her voice to sound calm and 
logical. "We can't ... can't ... " Her voice faded out as she stared into 
his anguished blue eyes. "I-I have to lie d-down," she breathlessly 
entreated him, taking his hand in her own and leading him toward the rear of 
her new home. When they were just inside the doorway of her tiny bedroom, 
Shirley's courage deserted her and she stopped, frantically searching her 
mind for any excuse to avoid what she knew was about to take place. 

"Please come on, Mrs. Brown," Jimmy gently urged her, pulling her forward 
until her legs brushed the bedspread and she resignedly lowered herself down 
on the mattress. The boy watched, his hands clenching and unclenching 
nervously at his sides, as she slowly lifted her long, shapely legs onto the 
bed, then dropped her head down to the pillow. 

"Do you want me to go now, ma'am?" Jimmy finally asked in a voice straining 
with misery and frustration, his eyes staring unseeingly at the wall on the 
opposite side of the bedroom as his rampant young prick continued to jerk 
and throb painfully against the confinement of his jeans. 

Yes, yes, for God's sake go, Shirley's mind screamed silently, get out of 
here before I lose all control over myself. But her body was beyond 
answering the commands of her mind and her soft full lips opened, uttering 
the words that she would regret the rest of her life. 

"No, Jimmy, stay with me. Don't go." 

Even in his adolescent innocence, the blonde boy also understood the 
irrevocable meaning of her words and, with a barely audible gasp of delight, 
he dropped onto the bed beside her and she gathered him up into her waiting 
arms, crushing him to her. He kissed her first on the lips and then on her 
neck with fumbling youthful fervor that made her loins grow warm and her 
entire body tremble in passionate acceptance. Then, he pushed her onto her 
back and sat up on the edge of the bed, staring down at the beautiful woman 
in unbelieving joy at his own good fortune. 

Shirley was past all thought or reason, aware of nothing but the glorious 
sensations created by the youngster's hands and lips against her flesh. She 
stared glassy-eyed at the ceiling, her arms and legs askew as they had 
fallen when he gently shoved her away from him and righted himself beside 
her. The white nylon band of her panties was clearly visible beneath the 
narrow crotch of her brief shorts and Jimmy's eyes widened as he stared at 
the tiny tendrils of soft dark pubic hair that curled invitingly out around 
the edges of the tight elastic leg bands that stretched tautly around her 
creamy thighs. 

With smoky half-closed eyes, Shirley stared up at the boy who leaned over 
her, an eager smile etched almost obscenely on his innocent young features. 
This was impossible, it couldn't be happening to her, not after all these 
years, she thought incredulously. For the first time since her young husband 
had been killed, the beautiful widow felt real hunger for the man she was 
with, felt like a living female animal, all her thousands of tiny nerves 
crying out for satisfaction. She was vaguely aware of a desperate struggle 
going on in her alcohol-dimmed brain-one part of her mind was fully aware of 
the shameless immorality of what was happening, that she had invited this 
sweet, perfectly innocent youngster into her home and was now inciting him 
as well as responding to his passionate caresses. But in another part of her 
brain, a much more persuasive voice was repeating over and over that she 
wanted this fourteen-year-old boy more then anything in the world-and he 
wanted her just as strongly. How could she deny herself, or him, 
satisfaction of the raging desires that were now coursing between their 
bodies like ten thousand volts or unleashed electricity. 

No longer able to control himself in the presence of this maddening 
beautiful older woman, Jimmy groaned aloud and leaned over her prostrate 
form, his slender hands snaking behind her back to undo the fastenings of 
her halter, but the excitement that flooded through his mind left him 
helplessly pulling and tugging at the stubborn device that stood between him 
and the widow's warm, vibrant flesh. Flinging aside the last of her unwanted 
scruples, Shirley rose up on her elbows and reached behind her back with one 
hand to open the garment before he ripped it from her body. Without pausing 
for a moment, his fingers dug deeper into her clothing to get at the clasps 
of her bra, his breath rasping excitingly past her ear as he struggled with 
the tiny hooks. Smiling at his youthful awkwardness, Shirley deftly 
unsnapped them as well, and then fell back on the bed with a breathless 
moan, abandoning her body to his grasping fingers as they tore the few 
scanty pieces of clothing from her upper body, exposing her firmly quivering 
breasts to his gaze. 

She lay motionless on the bedspread, her face glowing with a strange kind of 
pride as she saw Jimmy's eyes light wonderingly on her full-swelling white 
mounds of flesh. A soft moan of lewd delight issued from his open lips, and 
then suddenly his head dipped downward, his teeth fastening babyishly onto 
the rosy upturned nipple of her heaving left breast. Shirley groaned in 
pain, attempting to twist away from the unexpected sharp bite, but his 
hands, roaming wildly over her thighs and hips, held her firmly to the 
mattress. His searching lips greedily explored the soft, palpitating mounds, 
nipping and kissing the warm female flesh until a blissful twitch of 
glorious feeling descended feather-like to her loins below. Shirley's 
still-clad buttocks began a slow, impatient grinding down into the bed. 

"God, you're so beautiful, ma'am," he groaned as he worshipfully kissed and 
licked over her ears and throat, then back down over her heaving breasts, 
and further, until his hot pointed tongue swabbed hungrily at the tiny 
indentation of her navel above her cotton shorts. 

His fingers played indecisively for a moment at the waistband of the brief 
pants and then he looked up at her, his glazed blue eyes clearly displaying 
the agony of his need. 

"Please, ma'am, I got to, I just got to," he moaned out in a plea for 
understanding as he fumbled down the zipper of her shorts and hooked his 
fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, pulling both garments 
down over her hips in one surprisingly powerful movement. Then, he slithered 
up beside her on the bed and kissed her on the mouth, his own lips wide open 
and his tongue probing her lips and teeth. like some wanton animal, Shirley 
felt her body responding with equal abandonment and her tongue burrowed deep 
into his fresh young mouth. Suddenly he was above her, swiftly undressing. 

"Jimmy ... Jimmy, we..." the brunette waveringly began, her voice betraying 
her even as she tried to conjure up some words of protestation. No matter 
how wickedly exciting it seemed, there was something immoral and wrong in 
being with the young boy, so close and naked to his lusting gaze. But as the 
fourteen-year-old youth dropped one garment after another to the floor, 
Shirley felt all the arguments somehow slipping out of her mind. She 
shivered at the sight of his young slimly hairless body and her eyes locked 
greedily on the throbbing boyish shaft of flesh that jutted from the sparse 
golden pubic hair below his flat belly. 

"You want to, don't you, ma'am?" the sandy-haired teen-ager asked abruptly 
as he saw her eyes close in resignation. "I've ... I've never done it 
before. The guys call it fucking, but it wouldn't be fucking with you, 
ma'am. It'd be like they say in the books-we'd be making love." 

Shirley lay frozen under the bluntness of the obscene word he had used. And 
yet the innocent sincerity in his expression excited her more and more, so 
that she was at a loss to understand her violent reactions to what was 
happening. She could feel the moisture soaking her vagina and crossed her 
legs to press them closely together, trying to ease the burning sensation 
that was churning madly in the pit of her stomach. The boy had sunk down on 
the mattress once again and his fervent kisses and manipulations of her soft 
pliant flesh were turning her entire body into a loose bundle of raw nerve 
ends that she was helpless to control. Then his hands seized both her 
breasts and squeezed them together like huge straining melons, and tiny 
burning pinpricks of delicious sensation drifted down to her loins as he 
rolled the sensitive hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 
She could feel the moist warmth of his fresh young breath rushing into her 
ear as he turned her head toward his and locked his mouth wildly against 
hers. She tried for a moment to twist free of his arms, to make a last 
futile stand against the seduction she had started and yet was now helpless 
to restrain, but the needing pressure of his youthful grip was too thrilling 
for her to resist any longer. 

She had forgotten about her husband, Richard, about the other men, about 
everything but the marvelous feeling of having this virginal young boy's hot 
lusting body against her tingling female flesh. Every moral was gone now, 
every last shred of conscience. Her brain whirled and she groaned huskily as 
his hands dropped from her solid swollen breasts to trace the lovely full 
convexities of her writhing buttocks. 

"Please, can I do it to you? ... Please?" he beseeched between breathless 
gulping pants. 

"Yes! Yes, for God's sake, Jimmy do it now!" she moaned. The thrill of 
hearing herself say the forbidden words coursed through her body, and she 
started at the realization that she truly did want it as much as this young 
male animal who was now crawling hotly up over her quivering naked form. 

She reached out her arms to twine them tightly around his neck, pulling his 
smooth sun-bronzed chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts. She was a 
slave to the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside of 
her and there was no thought in her mind but excited anticipation for the 
moment when he would bury his hard, thin young penis deep into her hungering 
vagina. Shirley felt him uncertainly prying her trembling thighs far apart, 
then joyfully lifted her pelvis to meet the welcome weight of his hips as he 
climbed between her legs, positioning his body in a push-up posture over her 
now spread-eagled form. 

As if in a dream, Jimmy's boyish features swam before her lust-glazed eyes 
and she felt the youthful hardness of his quivering young cock slipping down 
over the full length of her excitedly soaking vaginal crevice. The lurching 
head of his rampant hardness rested throbbingly between the widespread 
buttocks, insinuating itself up and down the sweat-moistened slit between 
the widow's legs as the boy's hips twisted madly in an effort to place the 
hard, blood-filled head inside the moist, swollen lips of her open pussy. 

At last, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation, the young widow 
reached down between their bodies and grasped the full length of his 
slender, rock-hard prick. Her tightly closed fist stroked up and down the 
smooth taut flesh for a moment, feeling its urgent pulsing against her soft 
palms and the warm sticky fluids that oozed in driblets from the 
passion-engorged tip. Then, with a deep moan, she guided the thin, 
arrow-shaped head into the valley of her buttocks, carefully poising it 
between the hair-framed lips of her inflamed vagina. She steadied it there 
with one hand and placed the other on the boy's excitedly clenching 
buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her, to let it drown 
once and for all the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly. 
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical contact 
against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly throbbing pussy, then she 
held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter 
wantonness beneath the teen-ager, waiting for him to impale her on his 
rigidly thin rod of hot pulsating flesh. 

"Now, Jimmy, now," she pled her voice trembling as she felt him slowly 
pressuring against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. 

It slipped in slowly at first, spreading and stretching and in spite of its 
boyish size, the tight unused walls of her vagina deliciously. Shirley 
winced at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as it seemed to slide in 
forever, filling and stretching her cunt more than she believed possible. 
Jimmy was lost in the throes of his first sexual experience with a woman, 
and suddenly his no-longer-innocent face twisted into a contorted expression 
of raw animal lust as he looked down at his first woman wantonly 
spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his fiery young penis slipping into 
the moist, rippling walls of her pussy. He gasped and fell forward, his 
boyish weight smashing her full rounded tits tightly back against her chest 
as he thrust his hips forward to slide his long, pulsating cock into her 
cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal 
walls in velvety waves before its blunt head. Shirley groaned in rapture as 
she felt his virile young balls slam heavily against the cheeks of her 
tightly clenched ass and the desire-swollen head of his penis nose gently 
against her cervix. 

A lewd thrill of excitement ran through her and she kicked her feet 
quiveringly out in the air, locking her arms and legs tight around his tense 
young body. The sleek inner muscles of her cunt tightened around his 
throbbing young prick as she pulled him close. The thrill of gratifying so 
young a boy, of bringing him to a semenerupting climax up inside her was 
overpowering. For a frightened moment, she wondered what she must look like, 
a thirty-five-year-old woman, her legs open wide and a fourteen-year-old 
teen-ager's strong young sexual organ sunk deep up into her belly, but as 
she felt him begin to experimentally flick his hips back and forth, trying 
to thrust further and further into her, she abandoned her fears. She felt 
her breath being whipped away by the sensation of the paperboy plunging his 
excited young cock up into her hungrily needing pussy and she began grinding 
her buttocks in the most provocative manner she knew how. She would give 
this virginal youngster something he would never forget, she passionately 
vowed. This afternoon, she would teach him all the wonderful things she had 
been trying so hard to forget. 

Jimmy had never known such pleasure as he was experiencing at that moment. 
His hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his 
lust-hardened rod in the delicate moist walls of the beautiful, older 
woman's pussy. He panted heavily as he watched his rock-hard prick, moist 
with her secretions, pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her beautiful 
hair-fringed cunt. The sight of her full, white breast joggling beneath her 
face, the rosy pointed tips like two rounded eyes staring back up at him, 
was almost more than he could stand. His eyes bulged wider as he gaped down 
at the ragged pink flanges of the soft fleshy folds of her pussy, drawing 
back with each slow out-stroke, and then swallowed in again as he gently 
thrust forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The 
lovely brunette's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion and he 
vaguely wondered if he were hurting the tight tiny slit he had seen when he 
pulled off her shorts and panties. 

"Oh, God, yessssss ... oh, that's wonderful..." she crooned softly as if 
reading his thoughts. She was no longer ashamed for having led this 
magnificent boy to her bed-not even though he had turned on the hot streak 
in her and she was now engaged in committing her first act of illicit sex 
... and reveling in it like the lewd, wanton woman she now knew she was. Her 
eyes closed as she writhed beneath him from the intensity of her wild, 
ever-mounting excitement, holding tight to his excitedly pulsating cock with 
the clenching, hair-lined lips of her pussy as hard as she could. 

Jimmy sweated over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer, smoother 
plunging strokes that brought his fiery rod of flesh almost all the way out 
of her clutching vagina on the backstroke and then ramming forward into her 
until he could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock colliding hard 
against her cervix deep inside. He felt her begin to thrash wildly beneath 
him and, instinctively, quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs 
behind the knees and shoving them back against her shoulders until her 
slender ankles locked tightly behind his neck. The glistening, wetly 
flattened plane of her nakedly sucking vagina was presented up to his 
youthfully driving lunges, hot and pulsating and deep. The wet, flat smack 
of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded through the 
bedroom as he thrust his young, fresh tasting tongue deep into her throat, 
stifling the low animal groans that were forming there. Then, as if by male 
instinct, his hands slipped down between the mattress and the white full 
cheeks of her ass and Jimmy cupped them in his spread fingers and palms, 
kneading the warm soft flesh in lewd delight, pulling the smooth rounded 
globes far apart. His slim muscular shoulders pushing against the back of 
her full-rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position while he 
rammed his plunging shaft into her steaming dilated pussy, sweeping her 
buttocks wider and wider apart with each desperate forward lunge of his 
young straining loins. 

Shirley groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face showing a 
mixture of emotions. She suddenly realized that she had lost control over 
the situation, that the passion-strengthened youth had forgotten her and was 
aware of nothing but the fire of animal lust that raged out of control in 
his slamming young penis. She was powerless to move as he buffeted her 
helpless, now jelly-like body along the bed, driving her up toward the 
headboard with every pounding lunge. Even her arms were pinned down at her 
sides by her own updrawn legs and she could feel the hard, blood-filled head 
sliding up and down inside her warm viscous passageway like a well-oiled 
piston. His sperm bloated little balls slapped loudly against her nakedly 
working anus each time he crushed his loins down into the valley of her 
buttocks and wafts of cool air rushed maddeningly between her wide-spread 
thighs each time he withdrew. One of his hands reached up to grasp her full 
heaving breasts, twisting and squeezing them with a savage brutality that 
seemed unnatural for the gentle youth she had met only this afternoon, 
teasing and tugging at the hard pink nipples until Shirley thought they 
would surely burst from his wild manipulations. 

This wasn't what she had meant to do, this wasn't what she had intended at 
all, she groaned inwardly as he dug more deeply into her, pinning her 
flatter to the bed and restricting her movement until she thought she would 
go mad unless she could move with him as freely as she wanted. But before 
she could protest, she felt herself growing aroused again, growing more 
passionate by the second, by each hard stroke of his excited young cock into 
her hot willing cunt. Though she missed his innocent awkwardness of a few 
minutes ago, Shirley suddenly realized that it was unimportant next to the 
delicious throbbing of her cunt and her body began to match his driving 
thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings. The straining springs of the bed 
squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly 
against each other. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans 
filled the tiny house, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked flesh 
smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the moist viscous slurp of 
the boy's pile-driving young cock pounding madly in and out of the beautiful 
widow's wet, sucking cunt. 

"Oh, yes ... yes ... yessssss..." she crooned mindlessly as she humped madly 
upward with her hips. Shirley could feel her climax approaching and the rosy 
hue of her face brightened and deepened as her body began to twist and 
contort beneath him. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side on the bed, 
her full lower lip thrust out in abandon. She waved her buttocks into the 
air, spiraling her excited cunt up and down his burrowing, hotly expanded 
cock. As her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as 
humanly possible into her open loins, Jimmy felt the hot white cum boiling 
in his heated testicles. He grunted savagely and quickened his strokes, 
grinding hard and deep until his tingling cock bored far up into the hidden, 
untouched recesses of her womb. 

Suddenly she shivered beneath him! 

"Oh my God, my baby, I ... I'm cummmmm-ming! I'm cummmmmmmmmmming!" Her 
groaning voice rose to a whine of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began 
vibrating uncontrollably, her own wet white fluids oozing from her wildly 
quivering vagina drowning the boy's impaling young member in its sticky 
warmth. 

The sandy-haired youth paused for a moment, startled by the older woman's 
orgasmic convulsions, then went berserk as she gasped out her climax against 
his matted pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up against him. He wildly 
shoved his tongue far down in her throat as his harshly kneading hands 
pulled the widespread cheeks of her smooth white buttocks hard up against 
his writhing pelvis and he jammed his exploding cock all the way to the hilt 
in the heated depths of her desperately contracting vagina. 

Shirley thought her insides were about to split apart as she felt the head 
of the deep-sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear 
into her sexually unaccustomed belly. Then, suddenly, he too erupted, his 
hot, creamy young liquid spurting deep up into her widely-stretched pussy, 
mixing deliciously with the juices of her own cumming. Her mind whirled in a 
seemingly endless orgasm as the sweet boiling sperm pumped deep inside her, 
filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky wetness. The hungry walls of 
her cunt clasped and unclasped around it, gratefully milking at the jerking 
organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Cum juices flowed wetly out around his 
still-surging prick, spilling down into the soft, excitedly tensing crevice 
of her buttocks and flooding down over his balls and the base of his penis 
as he drubbed relentlessly into her. Brilliant flashes of light filled the 
widow's brain as she continued to pant out her mind-shattering orgasm, her 
orgasmic fluids still flowing in uncontrollable spurts down the full 
quivering spheres of her voraciously grinding ass. 

"Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried dazedly. The ravenous pores of 
her vagina squeezed at the virilely lurching young prick until it finally 
gave one last spasmodic throb and then lay still inside her still slowly 
writhing belly. 

The gasping teen-ager collapsed exhaustedly across her body, feeling her 
insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating penis. At last, she 
too trembled to stillness, her legs falling loosely on either side of his 
panting body as the young paper boy's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed 
and was finally released altogether. Her firm, perfectly-molded body felt 
drained of everything and Shirley could feel her belly filled to the 
bursting point with the warm, heated mixture of their orgiastic juices. A 
few moments later, his slim, hairless young body rolled off her, breathing 
thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air. The beautiful brunette 
groaned as she felt his cock sliding slowly out of her sperm-flooded cunt, 
then sighed with relief as a cool rush of summer breeze laved her spent, 
sweat-soaked body. 

Jimmy lay motionless beside her, trying to recover his strength and collect 
his thoughts after the afternoon's unexpected windfall of good fortune. He 
stared almost reverently at the beautiful woman's still form, almost 
embarrassed by the sight of the wet, semen soaked furrow of her sex 
glistening wetly in the fading light of the early evening. The insides of 
her thighs were heavily smeared with the white sticky sexual juices that 
trickled in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd pool 
between her wide-splayed thighs. Though he was weak with exhaustion, the 
fourteen-year-old felt a stirring in his loins at the thought of his 
unbelievable conquest of the beautiful woman and he wondered how he could 
ever express his gratitude to her. Jimmy remembered red-headed Neil's 
taunting jibes about the fact that neither he nor the other boys had ever 
had a woman before, but now the blonde boy wondered if Neil really knew what 
he was talking about, or if he was just repeating all the exciting things 
his older brother Eddy had told him. Neil had never said anything about a 
woman going wild like this one had and just thinking about it made Jimmy 
want to climb right back between her still limply spread legs and do it all 
over again. 

"I ... I want to thank you, ma'am," Jimmy finally whispered tentatively, 
staring curiously at Shirley's now-peaceful face. He recalled how she had 
looked a few minutes ago, when she had been groaning out her climax, and the 
inexperienced youth could hardly believe it was the same woman. "That was 
the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I mean, I didn't know that it 
was going to be anything like that." 

Too sated and happy to stir, Shirley merely smiled contentedly at the 
youngster's words. It had been such a long time since she had had a male 
ejaculate up inside her and fill her with the warmth of his semen that she 
barely dared make comparisons, but secretly she thought that Jimmy's cock 
might well have been the best thing that ever happened to her too. 

"Are you alright, ma'am?" the tousle-haired boy inquired, feeling a slight 
pang of alarm at her lifelessness. "I didn't mean to hurt you. God, I 
wouldn't hurt you for the world. I thought you were liking it...." 

As she heard the anxiety in his young voice, Shirley lazily opened her eyes 
and hoisted herself up onto her elbows. How could she begin to tell this 
innocent youngster that he had cured what had been "hurting" her for the 
past ten years? she mused warmly. What she felt now, the golden glow of 
satisfaction that had saturated her body from her head to the tips of her 
toes, was almost too much for her to comprehend, let alone explain to this 
sweet young boy beside her on the bed. 

"I was liking it, Jimmy," she said, smiling lovingly up at his still-flushed 
face. "It was wonderful. You held back for so long ... I can hardly believe 
that you've never done it before today." 

"Oh, well, I..." he falteringly began, then blushed a deep scarlet. "I never 
did, but lots of times in the day, I ... well, I. . . " 

"Oh, you mean you play with yourself," Shirley prompted him with a gentle 
chuckle. "Well, I'm glad you did. It made it better for the both of us, 
didn't it?" 

"I-I don't know, ma'am," he replied uncomfortably, suddenly feeling a little 
overwhelmed at everything that had happened to him. Nobody had ever told him 
that it would be this easy and uncomplicated and he began to feel a little 
confused about the apparent calmness of the woman beside him. He searched 
his brain to find the missing factor, then remembered what he had read in 
all the novels that he had stolen from his father's bedroom closet. "Mrs. 
Brown, uh, when two people do that, aren't they supposed to be in love, or 
something?" 

"Of course, Jimmy. And I do love you," Shirley murmured dreamily, realizing 
only after she had said it that the sweet satisfaction she felt right now 
was very like the feelings she had had for Richard during their honeymoon. 
"Don't you feel sort of the same way, Jimmy?" 

To her delight, the youth smiled at her with affection that bordered on 
adulation. "Ma'am, I just don't know how to say what I feel," he said 
slowly. "I guess, I wish that everybody could feel like I do right now!" 

"Everybody's not as nice as you are, Jimmy," she glowed, then sobered as a 
frightening thought suddenly occurred to her. "Darling, you're not going to 
tell anyone about what happened this afternoon, are you? Your parents might 
not understand..." 

Beaming as he heard her use the affectionate term, the blonde boy 
passionately shook his head. "My folks don't understand about anything and I 
couldn't tell the guys about you. They wouldn't understand about ... love." 
Then, as though her words had triggered some sort of memory in his mind, 
Jimmy glanced at the bedside clock and stared aghast at the time. "Wow, I 
have to hurry. I've still got half my paper route to go. And I have to go 
see Wally before I go home." 

Despite her sated exhaustion, Shirley felt a quickening of her pulse at the 
remembrance of the brawny dark-haired boy who had accompanied Jimmy to her 
door that afternoon and, even though she felt guilty at her sudden rush of 
excitement, she couldn't help but ask, "Was he with you this afternoon? He 
seemed like a very nice boy ... not like some of the others around here." 

"Oh, he's alright, I guess. There's something wrong with his head. He's a 
lot older than me. but he acts just like a little kid," Jimmy shrugged as he 
bent to pick up his scattered clothing. "I take care of him when the other 
guys act like they're mad at him. He's awfully big and he could get into a 
whole lot of trouble if nobody watched him." 

But Shirley was too preoccupied with watching the gradual disappearance of 
his smoothly naked young flesh, as he donned one garment after another, to 
pay much heed to what he was saying. She sighed with regret as he pulled his 
jeans up over the beautiful boyish penis that had thrilled her so that 
afternoon. She was already hungry to touch it again, to feel its gleaming 
hardness boring down into the soft depths of her long-neglected pussy. 
Though she could not forget the harsh and dangerous realities of her 
situation, she nevertheless felt an undeniable glow of satisfaction and a 
glorious sense of adventure in her illicit relationship with the teenager 
standing beside her rumpled bed. She lay there for a moment longer, then 
gathered her strength for the tremendous effort of rising to her feet. The 
beautiful brunette gasped as she felt her knees buckle as she rose from the 
mattress and then remembered the quantity of liquor she had drunk that 
afternoon before the boy had arrived. 

"You'd better let yourself out, Jimmy," she said as she sunk dizzily back 
onto the sperm-soaked bedspread. "I'm a little tired, I think." 

"Okay, see you tomorrow," he breezily said over his shoulder as he headed 
for the door. Then, as an afterthought, he returned to the bedside and 
leaned over her prostrate form, planting a tender kiss on her open lips. 
"Goodbye ... uh, sweetheart," he whispered self-consciously, then rushed 
through the doorway, blushing a bright red. 

Shirley waited for the sound of the front door latch, then dissolved into 
helpless half-drunken giggles of amusement at his youthful ineptitude. But 
her laughter quickly faded as she remembered the devouring orgasms that had 
wracked her body as she writhed under his inexperienced loins. It had been 
wonderful, better than she ever would have believed possible, and she 
drifted off to sleep, vaguely wondering why she had denied herself so much 
pleasure for all those lonely years. 

"Gee whiz, Jimmy, where ya' been?" 

The sandy-haired teen-ager stared aghast at the hulking youth who was 
laboriously climbing to his feet from where he had been sitting on the curb 
in front of Shirley Brown's new home. Remembering the beautiful woman's 
instructions, he searched his brain for some sort of explanation for his 
prolonged visit. 

"I ... well, we were just talking, Wally," he said, feeling the heat rushing 
to his face as he wondered if the dim-witted youth had heard Mrs. Brown's 
cries of passion. Hoping to make his excuse more plausible to the child-man 
before him, he hurriedly added, "She wanted to give me some candy, that's 
all, and we just got to talking. Now, I've got to hurry up and deliver these 
papers, so go on home." 

"Yeah, okay, Jimmy," he acquiesced, a crestfallen expression on his handsome 
face. "Golly, I been waitin' here a long time. Everybody's gone in to dinner 
already. Do you think she might give me some candy too? Maybe tomorrow?" 

"No, Wally, not until she gets some more," the blonde boy patiently lied. 
"Now, go home. I've got to do my deliveries before I get fired." 

"Yeah, okay," Wally slowly repeated as his friend turned to stride hurriedly 
up the street, tossing papers with unusual carelessness toward doorways and 
porches in his effort to get his route done and be home in time for dinner. 
The tall, dark-haired boy stared after him, his narrow brow wrinkling with 
the effort of trying to understand why it would take Jimmy so long to eat 
some candy. Finally, he gave it up as one more of the many things in the 
world he could not comprehend. 

But tomorrow, for sure, he vowed as he began to amble toward his own home, 
tomorrow he was going to stay with Jimmy all the way through his delivery 
route. Jimmy was his friend and if Jimmy was going to get candy, then he 
wanted his share too! 

 CHAPTER 3 

"There, that's done!" Shirley sighed as she carefully placed the last glass 
in the tall kitchen cabinet that held all her dishes and glassware. She had 
spent the whole day cleaning and really examining her new home and now, at 
four-thirty in the afternoon, she realized that there was no more to do. 
Every chair and table had been dusted or scrubbed, every plate and pan 
washed and polished. And she gratefully realized that the day's "busy-work" 
had made her feel much better. 

Hanging the damp dish towel on the metal rack beside the kitchen sink, she 
once again mentally thanked the kindly old doctor for letting her have the 
day off, without so much as a question as to her reason. Thinking back, she 
didn't blame him for not inquiring further when she called his home after 
she awakened at seven-thirty this morning. She had felt as though she were 
on the edge of a nervous breakdown and the beautiful brunette now realized 
that her distress must have shown in her voice. 

The thirty-five-year-old widow strolled into her living room, trying to 
shake the somber mood that had suddenly reappeared as she recalled her first 
hour this morning. But, like the dull, burning ache in her pussy, the dark 
feeling of depression would not be banished or ignored. Both were the 
unhappy results of an action that she could not justify to herself no matter 
how hard she tried. 

Shirley pulled back the draperies to let more cheering sunshine into her 
living room, then sat down in an easy chair, propping her slim ankles up on 
a tiny footstool. It was almost impossible for her to believe that she had 
actually seduced a fourteen-year-old neighborhood boy, but the lewd sight of 
her bedspread this morning, stiffened and white with dried cum fluids, left 
no room for doubt in her mind. The corduroy coverlet was clean now, hanging 
on the clothesline in her back yard, but the beautiful brunette knew she 
would never be able to totally purge from her mind the shock she had felt 
earlier that day when she had awakened, her head throbbing painfully with a 
hangover and the obscene evidence of her shameless depravity smeared all 
over her bed and her still-naked body. 

After calling the doctor, she had simply collapsed back on the bed, sobbing 
gently in disbelief. But after a few minutes, she realized that she would 
have to pull herself together, to somehow decide what she would have to do 
about Jimmy, and about her own uncontrollable urges. She had almost felt as 
though another person, someone viciously evil and immoral, had been in 
control of her body and her mind for the past few days, making her do and 
feel things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. She wondered what 
warped thing in her own mind could have caused her to lead that sweet young 
boy into her bed yesterday afternoon ... and worse, encourage him on as he 
abandoned his innocence to satisfy her perverted desires. 

Shirley had pondered these things for well over art hour, unable to answer 
any of the questions that ran through her mind. In fact, the more she 
thought about the whole situation, the more distraught and confused she 
became. At last, she had decided to try to clear her head by occupying 
herself with the housecleaning and later, when she was more rational, she 
would make a decision about what should be done. 

Now, as she rose from the couch and headed back into her bedroom, Shirley 
thought she might be approaching an answer. The young boy was undoubtedly 
going to come by this afternoon and when he arrived, she would simply have 
to try to explain what had happened, in terms his young mind would be able 
to understand. It would not be easy, she knew, but she was certain that 
Jimmy was an intelligent and sensitive youth who would make every effort to 
comprehend what she would tell him. 

Yes, there was no doubt at all that the boy was intelligent, Shirley mused 
as she stripped off her clothing in preparation for a quick shower to wash 
away the grime accumulated in a day of cleaning. He had been completely 
virginal and inexperienced yesterday, and yet, he had somehow sensed exactly 
what she had needed ... how to touch her most sensitive areas and when to 
plunge his rod of hard stiffened flesh into her hungry vagina until she 
exploded again and again in the most incapacitating and satisfying orgasms 
she could ever remember having experienced. 

Suddenly the curvaceous widow realized that she was trembling, her skin 
tingling as though it were covered with a sheet of fire. Shirley could feel 
the strength steadily leaving her body as she remembered the thin boyish 
prick spearing in and out of her hot willing vagina, swelling and throbbing 
inside her expanded pussy until it erupted with a burst of boiling sperm 
that warmed and laved the most secret part of her body. 

"No! N-no, please, not again," she cried out to the empty bedroom, then fled 
to the bathroom to douse her passions in the cold water of the shower. 

 CHAPTER 4 

Jimmy pulled the next to the last newspaper from his orange pouch and placed 
it carefully on the porch of the house at 29 Rapple Drive, then broke into a 
smile of anticipation as he folded the copy of the Westwood Evening News yet 
to be delivered to the house with the blue shutters next door. He thought of 
Mrs. Brown's soft white body and the way she had made him cum yesterday 
afternoon, then blushed as he felt his penis start to jerk in his pants. He 
thought of walking around the block, just to tease himself before he rang 
her doorbell, but then thought the better of it. After all, he had waited 
almost an hour this afternoon at the newspaper office, just so that he could 
get his delivery copies as soon as they left the presses, and it was silly 
to waste any of the precious time he had saved by his trouble. It was only 
four-thirty and he was already finished with his route, almost an hour 
before he usually picked up the papers at the corner. Would Mrs. Brown ever 
be surprised and happy to see him this early, he gloated to himself. And 
today they would have lots of time before he had to go home for dinner... 

"Jimmeeee! Hey, Jimmy!" 

The slender blonde boy heard the familiar husky voice before he saw Wally 
loping around the corner at the far end of the block and his heart sunk at 
the thought that he would somehow have to convince his feeble-minded friend 
that he couldn't play again this afternoon. The tall, dark-haired youth was 
peering closely into every doorway as he ambulated down the sidewalk, 
looking for his buddy and, hopefully, some candy in the bargain. 

"Hey, Neil, ya seen Jimmy? I wanna go with him to the new lady's house and 
get some candy!" 

Jimmy almost jumped with joy as he watched Wally move closer to the window 
of a home a couple of doors down the street. The blonde boy could no longer 
hear the conversation his dim-witted friend was having with the other boy 
inside the house, but he recognized his chance and sprinted from the bushes 
he had been hiding behind to the tiny white house next door. 

But his empty orange pouch fluttered behind him like a flag and as he 
mounted Shirley's steps, he heard Wally's triumphant whoop. 

Suddenly panicky, Jimmy leaned hard on the doorbell and did not let up until 
the front door opened and Shirley's dripping face peered around the frame to 
see who was outside. 

"Jimmy! Jimmy, wait for me!" the hulking youth cried out as his slim 
sandy-haired friend stepped inside the doorway. "I want some too!" 

"No, Wally, not today! Go play with Neil!" Jimmy called firmly, grabbing the 
doorknob from the drenched, towel-wrapped Shirley to slam it tightly shut. 

The handsome, muscular youth stood blankly at the bottom of the steps 
leading up to Shirley's door, wondering why his best friend had gotten so 
mean all of a sudden. He considered stomping up and ringing the doorbell to 
demand his rights as Jimmy's buddy-after all, Jimmy always gave him candy 
lots of other times-when he heard a voice calling from a house down the 
block. 

"Hey, Wally, c'mere for a minute." 

He looked down the block to see a grinning face, topped by a shock of bright 
red hair, lean-:ing out the same window he had been standing in front of a 
minute ago. Wally's face immediately brightened at the prospect of playing 
with Neil. Neil wasn't as nice as Jimmy but he laughed a lot more, so Wally 
assumed he was more fun to hang around with. 

"Okay, Neil," Wally panted as he lumbered back down the street and into the 
open doorway of his friend's house. "What do you wanna do?" he inquired 
excitedly as he dropped heavily into the armchair the redhead pointed out. 

"Aw, nothin' much," Neil shrugged with studied nonchalance as he too seated 
himself. "By the way, what's old Jimmy doin' over at that broad's house?" 

"Gee whiz, I don't know. She gives him candy all the time," the big boy said 
glumly. "But they won't let me have none..." 

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it, buddy," Neil prompted with a knowing smirk 
forming on his freckled face. "She wouldn't give me or the guys none 
either." 

 CHAPTER 5 

"What do you mean 'not today'? " Shirley coldly demanded of the boy who 
stood panting inside her doorway. "What did you tell that boy?" 

Water was streaming down her long slender legs to form soggy pools on the 
throw rug beneath her feet but she didn't pay any attention. In her shocked 
astonishment at the conversation she had heard, Shirley didn't even remember 
that she was clad in nothing but the bath towel she had hurriedly wrapped 
around herself when she rushed from the shower to answer the insistent 
ringing of the front doorbell. 

"Why ... nothing. I didn't tell him anything," Jimmy answered in 
bewilderment. He had dreamed all day and all last night of coming to see his 
beautiful new lover again, but now he sensed there was something terribly 
wrong. Didn't she like him anymore? "What's the matter, ma'am? I've been 
hurrying all day and got my paper route done early, just to come and see 
you. Are you mad at me?" 

Shirley stared at the wide-eyed expression on his face and felt like 
gritting her teeth in exasperation. Had he told every boy on the block? 
Would she be harassed by those young ruffians she had met the other day? Or 
even worse, would his parents somehow find out and send her to jail for 
contributing to the delinquency of minors? She felt fear overtaking her mind 
like a creeping sickness and she reached out to grab his hand, holding it in 
her own trembling fingers as she repeated the question. 

"Jimmy, what did you mean when you said 'not today'? " 

"Oh, don't worry about him," the blonde youth smiled reassuringly up at her. 
"That's just Wally. He always wants to play with me. I had to tell him to go 
mess around with the other guys." 

"Oh, please, don't tease me like this," she moaned softly, feeling tears of 
shame and fright welling up in her eyes. "Jimmy, for God's sake," she gasped 
struggling to keep down the sobs that were threatening to rise from her 
heaving chest. "Did you tell ... uh, Wally ... did you tell him about what 
... w-we ... did yesterday afternoon? Did you tell anybody?" 

"Gosh! Oh, no," he said stoutly as the light of comprehension dawned on his 
face. "I'd never tell anybody about us!" 

"Then why did you say 'not today'? " she tearfully insisted. 

Jimmy stared hard at the floor for a moment as he tried to remember what he 
had said to Wally, then he looked up at her with a beatific smile. "I 
forgot. He wanted to know where I was going, so I told him you wanted to 
give me some candy," the teenager said simply. "I guess he wanted some too." 

"Candy? Oh, no," she giggled as relief flooded over her. "Candy!" Helpless 
with laughter, she collapsed against the startled boy who joyfully wrapped 
his arms around her and amiably joined in her mirth. "Oh, Jimmy, forgive me. 
I thought ... well, never mind. It's not important now." 

After the crippling fear she had felt, Shirley now was so delighted with the 
blonde youngster's cleverness that she joyfully twined her arms around him, 
nuzzling her face down into his shoulder. It felt good in his sinuous young 
arms, even better than she remembered from the night before, and for a 
moment, Shirley didn't object when she felt the towel slipping slowly down 
her back and his fingers softly massaging down the raised ridges of her 
spine. Then, without warning, Jimmy gently pushed her forehead up out of the 
smooth hollow of his neck and locked his lips up to hers, his probing young 
tongue driving hard into the warm cavern of her mouth. The beautiful widow's 
body responded involuntarily and their two bodies began to writhe against 
each other, their hands hungrily exploring the other's bodies. As her towel 
dropped completely away from her body, falling into a sodden heap on the 
floor, Shirley suddenly remembered her resolution to stop this unnatural 
affair. 

"Jimmy ... Jimmy, wait. . . " she mumbled brokenly as she tried to tear her 
lips away from his hot mouth. With a desperate effort, she managed to pull 
herself free of his grip and she stepped back against the wall in the 
entrance-way, fighting for her breath. "Jimmy, we have to talk. I've been 
thinking about things and-" 

"Later, we can talk later," the blonde youth interrupted her in a determined 
voice she had never heard him use before. Startled she stared hard into his 
face and saw pure animal lust gleaming dully from his eyes, the passion she 
had ignited yesterday afternoon when she had wantonly led him into her bed. 
"First, I want to touch you and kiss you. I want to do it to you again-now!" 

"Jimmy, listen to me!" Shirley snapped sharply as the youth reached out to 
stroke one of the twin fleshy moons of her naked breasts. But he seemed not 
to hear her, and she angrily cried out again, "Dammit, Jimmy, stop it! Do 
you hear me?" 

Her cold fierceness shocked him and he stared questioningly at her, his soft 
young hand halted in its exploration of her heaving chest. The sandy-haired 
teenager was disturbed and confused that she was shunning him like this and 
his disbelieving hurt showed in his eyes. There was a long silence as they 
exchanged uneasy glances, then the boy spoke again. "Ma'am, did I do 
something wrong? You aren't angry at me, are you? God, I think I'd rather 
die than have you not like me anymore." 

The contrite, doleful tone of his voice made Shirley instantly sorry that 
she had treated the sweet youngster so harshly in order to contain her own 
shameless desire for him. She remembered how innocent and thoughtful he had 
been yesterday afternoon and wondered how she could have been so cruel to 
the obviously sensitive boy. It had not been his fault but hers. 

"No, darling, I'm not angry," she finally said softly. "It's just that I 
think that we'd better not ... well, do what we did yesterday anymore. If 
you'll give me my towel, we can go into the living room and I'll explain 
why." 

"All right, ma'am, if that's what you want," he said slowly, heartbreaking 
disappointment showing on his face. "But, please, if it's okay with you, 
could I just touch your titties again," he whispered, gazing beseechingly 
into her eyes. "They're so beautiful and I want to remember...." 

Shirley had not the heart to deny him the simple request and she nodded 
mutely, gathering up all her strength to resist the temptation she knew was 
about to come. 

Jimmy's blue eyes sparkled with tears of boyish misery as he took one step 
away from her to study more carefully the perfect contours of her ripe naked 
body. His eyes moved slowly over her gleaming ivory flesh, drinking in all 
the exciting beauty of the older woman's generously-rounded curves. Then, 
with a barely audible sigh, he moved closer again, reaching out with the 
very tips of his fingers to stroke the velvety softness of her skin. 

Shirley felt a warm flush of sympathy for the boy as his fingers stroked 
worshipfully down over her throat and she relaxed back against the wall, 
knowing that she had done the right thing by allowing him this farewell 
visit with her naked body. She closed her eyes and smiled softly at the 
soothing gentleness of his touch as his hands moved downward, pausing only 
momentarily to cup the full mounds of her breasts before traveling onto the 
taut flatness of her belly. The lovely brunette clenched her eyes more 
tightly shut as the relaxing sensation gradually changed to a warm tingling 
deep between her thighs when his fingernails lightly scraped over the 
sensitive flesh at the soft, furred mound of her pubic triangle, but she 
vowed to hold her emotions in control, for his sake as well as hers. As his 
young, uncalloused palms rubbed softly over the tender flesh of her inner 
thighs, Shirley felt the sensation grow to an insistently throbbing itch 
deep in her belly and she had to struggle to keep from crying out from the 
sheer pleasure of his touch. 

Just one more minute, another minute and he'll be finished, she anxiously 
told herself as she fought to control the desire that was already raging in 
her loins, then suddenly she felt his hands lift from her trembling naked 
body. She waited a moment for her passion to recede, not wanting to show him 
the lust that would betray her the moment she opened her eyes. It was hard, 
so hard to deny herself this boy's beautiful young body, but she had sworn 
to do it and she would, somehow. 

Jimmy stared at the exciting female body standing naked before him and felt 
his temple beating with the force of his lust and need for her. He recalled 
the sensation of her naked white breasts pressed firmly into his own bare 
chest and saw that now they were warm and gleaming with her female 
perspiration. He ached to take them into his hands again, to finger the hard 
bud-like nipples that were like red flags before his impassioned eyes. His 
nostrils were full of the scent of her, causing the now-familiar cravings to 
spread throughout his entire body and ignite his nerve endings like a 
thousand tiny pinpricks. 

His hand slipped silently down to the pulsing bulge filling his trousers and 
suddenly all his hesitation and worry about this wonderful woman fell away. 
Everything slid from his mind except the agonizing demands of his maleness 
and the erotic pulsations thumping in his groin, launching him boldly 
forward toward the irresistible temptation of Shirley's body. 

At last, no longer able to restrain himself from touching her, he moved his 
hands behind her and reached down to clutch her bared buttocks, massaging 
the soft, pliant flesh gently. Shirley's eyes flew open in surprise and she 
gave a tiny moan of protest, but neither of them had the strength any longer 
to resist what was happening. 

"No, Jimmy, we can't do it again," she murmured unconvincingly as his head 
dipped down to suck one of her soft throbbing nipples into the warm cavern 
of his fresh young mouth. Her head fell limply back against the wall behind 
her as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling flesh of her lower 
belly then worm in between her quivering thighs to part her softly curling 
pubic hair and tease gently at the swelling lips of her involuntarily 
pulsating vagina. Involuntarily, her own hand reached out to struggle 
momentarily with the zipper of his pants, frantically feeling for his young 
virilely aroused cock. 

Probing through his underwear, Shirley's hand felt his naked flesh and 
gasped with surprise. It was bigger than she had remembered, hard and hot to 
her touch, ramrodded straight up against his sinewy belly. As her hand 
locked around it, a silent pulsating glow of warmth began to spread through 
her loins and flood the area around her clitoris. 

"The couch ... we have to go sit down and talk, Jimmy," the brunette 
mumbled, drunk on the obscene pleasure that was coursing through her veins 
like a fire out of control. Her vaginal slit was becoming more and more 
moist under the manipulations of his probing fingers and she looked down and 
saw his face change into that of a wild youthful savage with the motion of 
her hand on his cock, stroking it up and down its length in a milking 
movement. "Have to talk ... " she feebly repeated, trying to remember what 
in the world there was to talk about at a time like this, and finally she 
gave up the last shred of her resistance. 

"Lie ... on the floor," Shirley said huskily, pushing him back a little as 
she spoke. Jimmy did not have to be told twice He immediately responded, 
backing up to the large carpet in front of the living room couch, grasping 
her hand to pull her with him. He sunk to his knees in front of her, then 
stared expectantly up at the beautiful woman standing over him. 

Shirley stood still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her 
breasts swelling and quivering even more as tremors of greedy hunger for the 
young boy made her whole body shake. This was her last chance, she fearfully 
thought, she could tell him now and maybe he would understand, but once she 
got down there on the floor, she knew there would be no turning back. She 
looked away for a minute, staring out the window into the sunlit street 
outside, hoping to regain control of her body and emotions as she watched 
the children playing on the sidewalk. Then, suddenly, his lips pressed 
tightly against the nude flesh of her belly, causing her to sway and almost 
fall with shocked surprise. 

The sudden wet contact sent a chill of excitement racing up the length of 
Shirley's spine and she automatically reached forward with both hands to 
grab his head to keep from toppling over. Her eyes glazed over with passion 
as he dropped his lips down to the mound of her crotch, spreading the softly 
curling pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue slowly into the 
moist flowering slit of her vagina. "Oh, God!" Shirley moaned and jumped at 
the electrifying touch of his tongue against the tiny hard bud of her 
clitoris and she staggered backward out of his grip. 

"Come down, ma'am-please," he gasped, patting the flowered carpet at his 
knees. "I want to kiss you there between your legs. Please, let me. Just 
this once." 

Her head swimming, Shirley dreamily allowed the still-dressed boy to pull 
her naked body down to the floor beside him, and then lay sprawled on the 
rug as he groaningly tugged his hardened young penis from the constricting 
tightness of his pants. The aroused widow stared hungrily at the rigid 
pulsing rod of flesh and her belly quivered and heaved spasmodically as 
though he had already sunk the long gleaming cock extending out from his 
open fly deep into her throbbing belly. She reached out to touch it, then 
groaned in disappointment as he suddenly crawled away from her searching 
hand, prying her thighs wider apart to clamber between them. Shirley could 
see him haunched on all fours between her wide-splayed limbs, his eager 
young face staring up at her through the deep valley between her proud 
upstanding breasts. She watched as his tongue nervously circled his lip in 
preparation for the feast of pink moist flesh that was presented in 
defenseless offering up to his innocent young face. 

Jimmy stared disbelieving at the hair-covered vee of her open loins, his 
mouth watering as his wide blue eyes locked on the spectacle of it grinding 
around, rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his lips. Droplets of 
his saliva dribbled down his chin to mingle with her rising vaginal juices 
in the delicious narrow split that began at the bottom of her smooth white 
belly and trailed down between the creamy twin spheres of her buttocks 
pressed tightly against the carpet. He gazed in wondering astonishment for a 
full minute and then looked up into her eyes. 

"I've never seen anything like that before, ma'am. It's really beautiful," 
he softly exclaimed. "I've never done this before either, but if you don't 
like it, I'll stop right away. I just want to taste and kiss it for a 
minute, okay?" 

Before Shirley could force a word out of her tightly constricted throat, 
Jimmy's head dropped down out of her sight between her open thighs and his 
hot moist lips closed over the softly quivering mound at the base of her 
belly. She raised her head to watch in openmouthed amazement as he planted 
wet tickling kisses on the still tightly closed little opening, his tongue 
flicking hesitantly at the quivering slit. 

The beautiful widow was beside herself with the agonizing delight of the 
sensation and, almost before she knew what she was doing, her hands began to 
move sensuously down over her throbbing breasts, sliding slowly down her 
smooth flat stomach, settling on either side of her cunt lips. Her fingers 
stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs 
as he continued to rain the moist teasing kisses all over the tingling 
crevice and then, with an impatient groan, she pressed her fingers slowly, 
teasingly apart and spread the fleshy hair-framed lips of the moist 
throbbing furrow open, allowing his hungry probing mouth complete access to 
her moistly tender pussy hole. 

"Oooooh, oh my God! Ooooh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot 
out to flick its hot searing tip around her quivering erected clitoris. 
Shirley's elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs and her head tossed 
from side to side on the rug as she felt the young paper boy's lips begin to 
suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her sex deep into the heated cavern of 
his mouth. 

Startled by her violent response, the youngster lifted his head and stared 
anxiously at the older woman's face. But the intelligent youth instantly 
realized that it was impassioned delight that was making her moan and writhe 
and with a smile of child-like enthusiasm, he went back to his task with 
renewed vigor. Shirley groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot 
searching tip of Jimmy's tongue suddenly began working its way up and down 
the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at the base of her belly and 
wiggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her clasping 
vagina and into the crevice of her hungrily clenching buttocks. Her hips 
ground uncontrollably into the carpet as he paused to explore the brown, 
tightly throbbing hole of her anus, sending a strange thrill running out of 
control through her body. 

The blonde teenager worked hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair grazing 
gently against his smooth boyish cheeks. His hands reached up over the milky 
flatness of her quivering belly and stroked the soft resilient globes, his 
fingers tweaking the achingly hard nipples between them to heighten her 
arousal. He labored enthusiastically as his mouth and tongue worked 
animal-like between the open lips of her pulsing cunt, his eyes wide open 
and watching with youthful male arrogance the seemingly agonized contortions 
of the older woman's beautiful face. Her groans drove his tongue faster as 
it worked its way up and down the streaming crevice and he knew that, once 
again, the exciting woman was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy, 
just like the wildly impassioned women Jimmy had read about in some of his 
father's books. 

Suddenly he wanted to bring this ravishing older woman to the conclusion 
that he was the very best lover she had ever had and he forced her thighs 
open even wider, lifting them and pushing them over her body so that her 
kneecaps touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat 
plane of her pelvis to his burning gaze. He ran his tongue into the 
soft-rimmed flesh of her pussy, flicking at it for a moment and then quickly 
withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged pink edges. 

The youngster smiled inwardly as he felt her hands desperately clawing at 
his long, blonde hair, trying to guide his face into the palpitating opening 
of her cunt. He let her. force him exactly where she wanted him to go, 
pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her hungrily 
squirming vaginal split. 

As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, Jimmy drove 
his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing depths of her pussy 
and was rewarded by the low guttural groan from the older woman whose soft 
white thighs clamped convulsively around his bobbing head. He could feel the 
smooth moist flesh slipping wetly around his stiffly extended tongue as the 
inner walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in a tiny, greedy 
sucking motion as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth were trying to pull 
his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pressed down 
against the back of his shirt, pushing his body into the vice-like grip of 
her thighs until he could barely breathe. His nose was smashed tightly 
against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the sweet pungent smell 
of the female lust juices that were now flowing in abundance from the 
throbbing open passage of her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his penis 
to a hardness he could barely control until he was afraid he would explode 
his hot young semen all over his clothes and the carpet below. 

The helpless widow's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle 
was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe 
between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose bumps rippling over 
her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as the boy's head rocked up and 
down in greedy feast between her legs. Her lips ovaled and moaned in 
helpless delight before his attack, and suddenly, in spite of all her 
resolutions and self-recriminations of earlier in the day, she felt her body 
completely leaving her control. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as 
the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation 
coursing through her raw nerves. 

Jimmy knew that she was completely his now, had totally surrendered, and 
would surely not be so anxious to end their affair after this afternoon. He 
triumphantly thrust his wet, excited tongue deeper into the quivering sheath 
of her vagina again and again, stroking in and out in a savage rhythm as she 
gyrated her buttocks up against his face. 

Suddenly the lovely brunette began to stiffen and lift her arched back high 
off the flowered carpet, forcing him to raise his head a little to keep his 
mouth locked on her pussy. He sensed that the older woman was approaching 
her orgasm and worked faster to bring her to the grand crest of ultimate 
sensation. He could feel the smooth wet walls of her pussy pulsing 
spasmodically around his tongue as it fucked frantically into the throbbing 
depths of her aching cunt. 

Suddenly it happened! 

"Aaaaaaagggghhh!" she sobbed as the paralyzing peak of her pleasure seized 
her body and she flooded his young, babyish lips with the warm wet juices of 
her climax. A trickle of thin, heated moisture ran down the widespread 
crevice of her buttocks and saturated the light brown circle of her anus 
where his tongue had licked as hotly only a few moments before. Shirley felt 
as though she were losing her in-sides as her orgasm gushed out around his 
still-thrashing tongue. Jimmy sucked hard at the parted vaginal opening and 
drank the pungent fluid, savoring it like some rare wine, until finally she 
collapsed back flat on the rug, dropping her legs like heavy weights on 
either side of her body. She could not have moved if she had wanted to. 
Equally exhausted, Jimmie curled up between her legs, his head pillowed in 
the softness of her wet, auburn pubic hair, and they lay there together for 
a moment, totally enveloped by the silence of the room, a silence broken 
only by the gradually fainter sounds of their breathing. 

Several moments later, Jimmy crawled up over her body and pressed his mouth 
tightly against hers. Shirley could feel the warm wetness of her orgasmic 
juices of his smooth cheeks and she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in 
a heartfelt gesture of gratitude for the indescribable pleasure he had just 
given her. She knew that she should feel horribly ashamed for what had just 
happened, that she should be angry at this fourteen-year-old blonde 
youngster for leading her away from her determination to end their illicit 
affair, but instead Shirley felt warmly thankful to the young paper boy. She 
wanted to repay him somehow for the unselfish kindness he had bestowed upon 
her. Suddenly, she felt Jimmy stirring beside her and the widow realized 
that he was trying to stuff his still-hardened penis back into his clothing. 

"I-I guess I'd better leave now, ma'am," he said unhappily. "I'm sorry if 
you're mad at me. I guess I shouldn't have done that, but I really wanted 
to..." 

"Oh, Jimmy, wait a minute," she whispered with a wicked little smile. "Let 
me just catch my breath and then I want to do you too. I can't let you leave 
like that, not after you..." Her voice faded into silence as she suddenly 
realized what she was proposing. Ever since she was old enough to 
understand, the word "cock-sucker" had brought disgusting images of 
sluttish, wanton girls to her mind, but now she realized that the thought of 
doing it to this young boy who was less than half her age, did not sicken 
her as she would have imagined. Her own loins were still moist and warm from 
the pleasures he had so unselfishly bestowed on her and anything that made a 
person feel that good could not be as degrading an act as it had always 
seemed. 

"Wow, really?" he almost shouted in his eagerness. "What-what do you want me 
to do?" 

"Just lie down on your back, darling," she smiled. "I'll do all the rest." 

Shirley was surprised at her own boldness, but with this sweet, innocent 
youngster, it was hard to feel that anything was really immoral. She began 
slowly, first running her tongue over his ears and the hollows of his throat 
as she carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Then, she lowered her head to the 
small male nipples on his chest and bit gently, not certain they would 
respond. She was pleasantly surprised when he writhed slightly beneath her 
at the strange sensation. She did not know much about the male body and 
worked slowly to learn. 

With one hand, she reached down and unzipped his trousers, pushing the jeans 
and the white jockey shorts he wore underneath down over his hips until his 
erect young cock sprung free of its confinement and jerked excitedly up into 
the air. Grasping the hardened penis tightly, she drew back the thin 
foreskin in a slow teasing motion that brought soft pleasurable moans from 
his lips. She began to stroke and massage it, rubbing the skin back and 
forth and then slipping her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated 
balls, cradling their velvety softness in her smooth, feminine palm. Jimmy 
groaned rapturously at her tender ministrations on his cock and testicles. 

Her face was over his loins now and she continued the gentle stroking of the 
loose foreskin up and down the length of the boy's erectly throbbing penis. 
Her lips were a bare inch away from its tip and she opened her mouth and 
breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the taut 
shiny skin of the blood-filled pulsing head. Jimmy swallowed deeply as he 
saw her haunched over his loins, stroking his throbbing hardness with both 
hands now at the same time, laving it with her sweet warm breath. 

Shirley's pink tongue flicked out, tentatively touching the sensitive skin 
of the glans. She circled it around the smooth rubbery flesh and the blonde 
teenager groaned and twisted beneath her. The pointed tip of her searching 
tongue found the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into 
it. Tiny droplets of seminal fluid were already seeping upward from his 
rising excitement and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused Shirley's 
mouth to water and her nostrils to flare out slightly. Unable to bring 
herself to take the hard fleshy rod into her mouth just yet, the lovely 
widow began to plant moist warm kisses around the smoothly throbbing little 
head, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to 
the base and then back up to the mushroom-shaped tip again. She played 
longer than she knew she should, but with each passing second, it seemed 
more and more difficult to imagine allowing the jerking sex organ to slip up 
into her mouth. 

Suddenly the fourteen-year-old boy took the decision out of her hands. With 
a strangled moan from deep in his throat, he reached down with his hands, 
tangled them in her hair and thrust his slender loins up toward her face. 
Shirley's lips clamped shut as doubts ran wildly through her mind, but the 
hard swollen head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist lips and 
into the warm, wet saliva of her mouth. As he felt the delicious wet warmth 
of her lips closing over the sensitive, pulsing head of his prick, he lifted 
his head from the floor and stared down at her passion-contorted face. The 
sight of his hard thin shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her 
lipstick-ovaled lips sent wild little chills rippling along the length of 
Jimmy's spine and he unconsciously began a slow rhythmic undulation of his 
hips up into her face. 

Shirley sensed his increasing excitement and twirled her tongue uncertainly 
around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. She began to suck gently, 
tightening her lips like a pencil-thin elastic band just below the head, 
trapping it completely in the warm wet cavern of her mouth. 

"Oh, God," Jimmy groaned as he lifted his head higher from the rug to watch 
the widow's penis-contorted face, her lips stretched wide with the thickness 
of his aching cock buried in her mouth. Shirley massaged the soft resilient 
skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock 
between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck 
rhythmically up and down its length. Just the sight of his hard shaft sawing 
in and out of her ovaled mouth caused Jimmy's loins to tense more and jerk 
up into her face until it seemed as though he were ramming the whole length 
into her slender throat. Practically all of it seemed to disappear with each 
hard thrust he made until only a short stretch of it showed glistening and 
white, protruding like the stump of a wet tree from between her roundly 
distended lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a pulsating shaft like a 
creature with its own existence and desires that he could not control. 

Shirley was strangely elated by his throbbing reaction and began to suck a 
little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting 
flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from 
beneath the surface of the skin. Then, without removing her mouth from his 
cock, she shifted position over his thigh and knelt on all fours between his 
open legs. She reached under his slim buttocks and cupped them in her palms, 
jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her entire being was focused on 
the labor of giving him pleasure and she swiped her tongue around and around 
the growing glans as he rammed the rigid shaft again and again into her 
throat. She felt like she would choke any minute, but she continued the 
frenzied sucking on and on, struggling for breath and catching small gasps 
of air on each out-stroke. Her full heavy breasts danced and swayed below 
her rocking torso and she felt the flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely and clinging to the thickness of his cock as she sucked 
hungrily, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each young virile thrust. 

"Oh, suck it, suck it," the teenager gasped through clenched teeth. 
Shirley's body was starting to gleam from the sheen of sweat forming over 
her skin and Jimmy began to enjoy the vision of the gorgeous older woman's 
kneeling subservient position along with the tremendous physical sensation. 
He had never in his wildest dreams believed that he would know the day when 
a beautiful woman would do to him what he had heard Neil and his know-it-all 
brother talking about. But there she was-he could look down at her and see 
the top of her head bobbing up and down like a demon over his rigid shaft 
sunk halfway down into her throat. He felt a strong pressure building up to 
a pitch in his balls and he knew that it would not be long now. His cock 
felt like it was ready to explode and spew his hot sperm all over the room. 
He thrust his hips up violently into her face and heard a sudden mumble of 
protest from her as his young prick bludgeoned relentlessly far up into the 
hot wet cavern, banging far back against her desperately working throat. But 
he didn't care now, he could think of nothing but his need to end this 
exquisite torturing sensation that was building, building, building, 
mounting toward the final peak of ecstasy. 

Jimmy moaned over and over again, his mouth opening and shutting as he 
muttered incoherently, the fire in his balls now unbearably hot. Suddenly he 
gasped and his cock began a wild staccato jerking that without warning 
flooded the beautiful woman's greedily sucking mouth with burst after burst 
of the hot sticky sperm. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. 

"Aaaaaaah, suck it, suck it, Mrs. Brown!" he groaned as he tightened his 
hands in her hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and 
farther into her mouth and down into her throat. 

Shirley gagged and coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her 
breath, but the lovely brunette kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot 
his youthfully sweet sperm into her throat. Small droplets of the pungent 
liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth as he moaned his last, sighing 
with relief. Little by little, the exhausted penis deflated in her mouth and 
Jimmy panted heavily as he flung out his arms to either side in happy 
weariness. Shirley lay there for another moment or two with her head resting 
on his thigh, still nibbling softly at the now limp and spent cock. At last 
she lifted her head and his tiny soft penis slipped out of her lips with a 
soft reluctant slurping sound. 

Shirley crawled up alongside Jimmy's prostrate form then and sat down on the 
floor a few feet from his head, gazing reflectively down at his angelically 
peaceful face. It was impossible for her to reconcile the fact that this 
sweetly smiling youngster who looked like he were about to curl up and sleep 
on her rug was making her so perverted and sex hungry that she barely knew 
herself. 

Oh, she had to admit she felt good now, warm and glowing from the 
satisfaction of her own orgasm and then bringing him to a peak with her 
mouth, but she knew that wasn't the issue. If she didn't find some way to 
explain to this youngster that these meetings had to be stopped, Shirley 
knew she was going to wake up in jail some morning, or maybe even lynched by 
the irate parents of Westwood. 

"Jimmy, get up. I want to talk to you," she sighed wearily. Shirley hated 
herself already for the pain she knew her announcement would cause in the 
sensitive boy, but there was no other way. 

* * * 

"What did ya see, Neil, huh? Was it good candy or just ol' lollipops or 
something?" Wally said eagerly as the redheaded boy stepped back into his 
living room, a devilish smile twisting his freckled features. The hulking 
dim-witted youth almost jumped up and down with delight as Neil slowly 
crossed the room and sunk down in his father's armchair. "Gee whiz, that was 
sure a funny trick to play on Jimmy! Come on, tell me-what did ya see? Was 
it good stuff?" 

"Absolutely the best, kid," Neil finally said with a strange secret smile. 
"It's candy like you ain't never had before, Wally, and one of these days me 
and you and the guys are gonna get some too. After all, old Jimmy shouldn't 
have it all," he added, watching Wally for his reaction. 

"Yeah, Neil," the handsome half-wit stoutly agreed with a decisive nod. 
Then, gleefully remembering what they had done, he pressed his friend again. 
"Come on, how did ya do it? Just walked right up and looked in the window 
and there they were just gobbling down all this candy? You were gone for a 
pretty long time..." 

"Yeah, well I had to make sure I was seeing it right," the redhead said, 
unable to restrain an evil chuckle. "Anyway, Wally, that's what they were 
doin', all right. Old Jimmy and that broad just sittin' there gobblin' like 
maniacs, trying to keep it all to themselves." 

"Boy, that's really crummy," Wally sighed, then brightened as he added, 
"Hey, ya really think we're gonna get some of that candy too?" 

"I guess me and the boys could do it, Wally, if you promised to give us a 
little of it too," Neil said with teasing reluctance. "You know us, we just 
hate to see anybody gettin' all the candy..." 

 CHAPTER 6 

"Shirley, this is getting ridiculous. You've more than made up for the time 
you lost. Now go on home and enjoy your new house. After all, it's 
Saturday." 

"But, doctor, I still have to file some of yesterday's registrations and..." 
The beautiful dark-haired widow shuffled through the few remaining papers on 
her desk, trying to find another excuse for staying in the doctor's office. 

"Child, that's absurd," the old man gently interrupted her. "There's not all 
that much work here and, besides, you know as well as I do that some 
hooligans might just pop in here and try to clean out my medicine cabinet if 
they know you're here by yourself. Now, scat. I want you out of here in ten 
minutes." 

"Yes, sir," she gloomily answered, responding to the unusual sternness in 
the doctor's tone of voice. "But, it might take a little more than that to 
get everything organized for Monday..." 

"Oh, for heaven's sake, just leave it," he chided her with a hint of 
impatience. "I just don't know what's been wrong with you the past few 
days-working until all hours of the night and now you won't go home on a 
Saturday afternoon. Has something gone wrong out in West-wood?" 

"Of course not, sir," Shirley lied with a too-bright smile. "It couldn't be 
better. Everything's just ... lovely..." 

"Humph, if that's so, then why don't you go home," he asked pointedly. 
Softening, he continued, "Look, child, it's always a bit difficult getting 
used to a big change in your life, but you're never going to feel at home 
out there unless you simply go and do it. Now stop acting like a foolish 
teenager. It's a beautiful afternoon-a perfect day for getting to know your 
new neighborhood. So go on back to Westwood and don't give me any more 
excuses." 

"Yes sir," she meekly repeated, but he had already returned to his own 
office. 

The ravishing brunette reluctantly stacked up the half-dozen papers still on 
her desk and unhappily wondered if she really dared go back to Westwood that 
afternoon. Shirley knew she would have to start living in her new house 
again sooner or later, but for the past two nights, she had been sneaking 
into her own home like a burglar, creeping in long after dark and not daring 
to turn on the lights for fear that Jimmy would spot them and return to 
tempt her once again beyond all resistance. 

Even though she had explained to the boy in great detail, with torturous 
attention to his fragile adolescent feelings, why they could not continue to 
be lovers, Shirley had sensed his unwillingness to accept her decision. And, 
in fact, the next evening she had returned from work well after eleven 
o'clock at night and found her newspaper wedged tightly into her front door 
mail slot, as though Jimmy had tried her door bell before leaving the paper 
at the empty house. Then, yesterday, she had been relieved to discover her 
copy of the Westwood Evening News tossed carelessly, almost angrily she 
suspected, under some of the shrubbery that surrounded her front porch. 
Shirley's heart ached at the thought that she might have injured the 
innocent youngster's feelings, but she recognized that it was a necessary 
part of breaking off the unnatural relationship that had so quickly 
mushroomed out of her control. If she were going to be completely honest, 
the young widow knew she would have to admit that she had incited the 
teenager until it was too late, but now she knew she had to somehow avoid 
him for awhile if she really wanted to get over the perverted desires she 
had felt for him. 

"Aren't you out of here yet?" 

Shirley started up to see the elderly doctor striding out of his inner 
office, his black bag in his hand. She hurriedly searched her brain for some 
valid reason to stay in the quiet, empty office for the rest of the 
afternoon, then gave it up as she recognized the old man's determined 
expression. He was not going to be dissuaded from sending her home. With a 
barely muffled sigh, the dark-haired woman rose from her chair, stopping 
only to retrieve her purse from a file drawer before she walked head down 
through the doorway he held open for her. 

"Shirley, wait a minute," he called just as she was about to start down the 
stairway of the old building. "Child, is there anything you want to talk 
about?" 

"N-No, it's nothing," she mumbled, shaking her head to dry the hot tears of 
shame that had suddenly risen to her eyes. "I'm just a little nervous, I 
guess." 

"Even I can see that it's a little more than that," he grumbled 
good-naturedly, "but if you don't want to talk about it, that's your 
business. Just let me give you a little piece of advice. ... You don't 
escape anything by running away from it. If you don't conquer it, it'll 
catch up with you someday when you least expect it. So, it might be better 
to face it now, then wait and let it catch you unawares..." 

"Uh, thank you," Shirley said awkwardly, afraid she might reveal her problem 
by saying anything more. "I ... I guess I'd better go home now." 

"Good girl," he said approvingly as he passed her and headed down the 
stairway. "I knew you weren't a quitter." 

A quitter? Shirley stared after the bent form of the old doctor as he moved 
quickly down the stairs and she wished she could ask him to stay and talk to 
her for a while longer. His words made sense to her, but then he didn't know 
the true reason for her fear of going home to West-wood. Nevertheless, maybe 
he was right. Maybe she should go and face this thing today, while she still 
understood that she had to conquer it. If someday, Jimmy came to her door 
and she felt the same things she had been feeling all week, she might be 
surprised and give in, before she remembered all the heartache she had been 
through because of her unnatural liaison with the boy. 

Yes, she was sure the doctor had been right. The two days she had stayed 
away from the neighborhood, just going home after dark to sleep, had given 
her a chance to view things from a perspective. After ten years of sexual 
deprivation, anyone might go a little crazy for a day or two-and Jimmy just 
happened to be the closest male at the time. It was just a wild regretful 
experience that probably comes into everyone's life at least once. Well, now 
she had had her fling and she would forget it. After all, it hadn't been a 
complete loss. She had learned that an occasional session of abandoned 
love-making might be good for her-if she chose the right man next time! 

But, whether or not she found another, older lover, she would still have to 
live in Westwood-and there was no day like today to start! 

 CHAPTER 7 

Shirley couldn't help but feel a certain sense of triumph as the afternoon 
progressed, after she came home from the city to Westwood. Accepting little 
Cindy's invitation to a "tea party" in the tot's yard next door, the 
beautiful widow had managed to put her own problems aside for a while and 
simply enjoy the innocent pastimes of drinking orange soda from tiny china 
cups and exchanging bantering formalities with the precocious little blonde 
girl. After an hour of playing with her young neighbor, Shirley began to 
feel more relaxed than she had since she had first moved to the suburbs a 
week before. She began to suspect that the old doctor had been even more 
perceptive than she had realized when he had commented that "it's always 
difficult getting used to a big change in your life." The lovely brunette 
felt even more self-confident after she saw Jimmy pedalling by her home on a 
bicycle, his face obviously lighting up when he saw her old green Dodge 
parked in the carport. Though the sight of the teen-ager had rattled her to 
the point that she had almost dropped her teacup, she quickly realized that 
it was not sexual excitement she felt, but nervousness about meeting the boy 
again. 

To Shirley, there was a world of difference between the violent, unnatural 
attraction she had felt toward the handsome youngster a few days ago and the 
mild anxiety she was now experiencing. The realization that she was well on 
the road toward being her old self again gave her the courage to say goodbye 
to Cindy and return to her own home, to face whatever might happen that 
afternoon when Jimmy came to deliver the evening paper. 

Shirley imagined that the youngster might want to talk with her again, that 
he might not really believe that their brief affair was ended. It was 
understandable, and she knew that she owed the fourteen-year-old boy that 
much after she had so brazenly seduced him in her home. Somehow, she would 
have to make him understand that it was unhealthy for the both of them to 
indulge their senses in a way that was condemned so thoroughly by the 
society in which they lived. He was an intelligent boy and she had no doubt 
that he would eventually comprehend the danger that was involved in their 
meetings. 

Once inside her little home, Shirley poured herself a modest glass of 
chilled summer wine, to fortify herself in case Jimmy did want to discuss 
her decision, and settled down with the last night's Westwood Evening News. 
It was the first time she had ever actually read the paper and she idly 
wondered if the quality would be worth all the trouble she had been through 
to have it delivered to her home. She had barely scanned the headlines when 
she heard a light knocking at the back door in the kitchen. 

The widow's throat tightened as she realized that it must be Jimmy, finished 
with his deliveries, coming by in hopes that she had changed her mind. At 
least he had paid enough attention to her lecture the other day to knock on 
the back door so no one would suspect anything, she thought ruefully, but 
apparently he hadn't understood the basic issue-that there was no longer any 
reason for him to stop at her home every afternoon. Well, she would simply 
have to explain it all to him again, and this time, she proudly realized, 
there would be no argument. Shirley knew for certain that she was once again 
in complete control of her body and emotions. 

She drained the remains of her wine and strode into the kitchen, leaving the 
glass in the sink before she went to the kitchen door. For a brief second, 
she considered not answering the gentle tapping, but simply going back to 
read the newspaper until the boy went home, but that seemed too cruel. No, 
she had started this mess and she would end it once and for all this 
afternoon. Arranging her face into a cool, but friendly smile, she unlatched 
the wooden door, and pulled it open. Her smile faded as she saw a strange 
red-headed boy standing on her back porch, a copy of the Westwood Evening 
News in his outstretched hand. 

"Hi ya, sweetie, here's your paper," he greeted her with a malicious 
chuckle. "Jimmy said that if I brought yours over, you'd give me a little of 
the good stuff you been givin' him." 

"Wh ... what are you talking about?" she blurted, frightened and astonished 
by the unexpected development. "I'll thank you to take your paper and get 
off my property!" 

"Aw, hey, that's not fair," a deep voice suddenly drawled slowly from the 
tall bushes beside the porch. Shirley gasped, taking a step backwards as she 
recognized Jimmy's friend Wally stepping out of the shrubbery. "Ya can't 
give it all to Jimmy. We want some too!" 

"Yeah!" a chorus of young male voices answered as a half-dozen more youths 
began to emerge from their hiding places in her back yard. The first twinges 
of dread began to purl in Shirley's stomach as she stared at the boys who 
were filing up on the porch to stand beside the leader, all smiling and 
nodding but undressing her with their eyes. Her heart sank even further as 
she suddenly recognized the group. They were the same boys who had lewdly 
bated her, making all sorts of sickening suggestions, when she had come home 
from work earlier that week, the same night she had first seen Jimmy 
delivering papers. 

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about and I have no intention of 
waiting to find out," she shakily said. "Now, please get out of my yard." 
She slammed the door shut and heard it thud against someone's tennis shoe 
shoved in the doorway. 

"Now, why are you being so unfriendly?" the redhead asked mockingly, pushing 
the door open again. "You weren't nasty to old Jimmy?" 

"If you don't leave me alone, I'll call the police," Shirley threatened 
angrily as she saw the teen-agers begin to troop into her kitchen, "Do you 
hear me? I say get away from me!" 

"Now, now, sweetie, calm down," the boy who was obviously the leader of the 
group said, throwing his arm around her shoulders to lead her toward the 
front of her home. "If you don't be nice to us, we might scream for help and 
tell everybody that you were tryin' to molest us, just like you did with 
Jimmy. Wouldn't Jimmy's mom love to hear about that?" 

"Oh, no," she moaned softly as she finally realized that she was being 
blackmailed by this group of youngsters. How did they find out? It broke her 
heart to think that Jimmy might have told them, but now that it was 
happening, it didn't really make any difference. The point was that they did 
know and now she would be made to pay for her secret affair with the 
teenaged boy. "What ... w-what do you mean be nice to you?" she finally 
asked dully as she stood surrounded by the leering youngsters in the center 
of her living room. 

"Well, old Wally here thinks he wants some candy, but we can probably 
convince him to have what we're all goin' to have," he informed her with a 
lewd gleam in his eye. 

"You're crazy," she gasped incredulously as she realized exactly what he and 
the other intended to do to her. Breaking away from his arm, she headed for 
the front door, then abruptly halted as she saw him unbuckling his trousers 
with a strange smile on his freckled face. "What are you doing?" 

"Come on, guys, make yourselves at home," the redhead instructed his 
friends, deliberately ignoring Shirley's question. "That way, if she calls 
anybody in here, she'll have to explain why all us kids are runnin' around 
with no clothes on. All I know is that she invited us in for some candy, 
then wouldn't let us have any until she saw our peckers. Right?" 

"Yeah, Neil, that's right," one of the younger members of the group chimed 
in. With that, all of them followed their leader's example, grinning and 
giggling excitedly as they tore off every last piece of their clothing. The 
sight was too much for Shirley's shattered nerves and she collapsed into a 
chair, gazing around in stunned horror as one after another of the boy's 
naked young bodies became exposed to her view. Her attempted escape had been 
a miserable failure and she knew there was little she could do now without 
risking the righteous wrath of all the parents in the neighborhood. 

The young widow was almost tempted to laugh at the bitter irony of her 
situation-she had come to Westwood to avoid the grizzled old men who had 
always stared so hungrily at her from the darkened corners of shabby 
apartment buildings and now, here she was in her own suburban home, trapped 
by a handful of leering youngsters. And she had no doubt that this group 
would not be satisfied just to look. 

As if to confirm her unspoken fears, one of the boys suddenly reached out to 
pinch cruelly at one of Shirley's breasts under her summer dress, and the 
frightened woman heard snickers of undisguised delight ripple through the 
group. Her dread advanced to near-paralyzing terror as she stared from one 
to the other of the youthful faces, their features contorted into obscene 
masks of lust. She wondered if it would do her any good to try to reason 
with Neil, the leader, then realized that it would probably only make her 
situation worse. She remembered their sadistic teasing of her earlier this 
week and the great glee the redhead seemed to derive from her embarrassment. 
No, fighting would only make matters worse and she wanted to end this as 
soon as she could. 

"Hey, Neil, when are we gonna get our candy?" a whining voice suddenly came 
from the other side of the living room. Shirley looked up to see that Wally, 
the older feeble-minded boy, was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, 
still dressed, his handsome face in a childish pout. 

"Aw, Wally, ya gotta take your clothes off to get it," Neil groaned in 
exasperation amidst the chuckles from the other boys. "This is a special 
kind of candy-like my big brother Eddy told us about, remember?" 

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," the hulking dimwit said uncertainly. "Did I ever 
have any before?" 

"Nah, none of you guys ever had any but me," the redhead proudly informed 
him. "But Jimmy sure liked it-and I liked it too, that time Eddy took me to 
the drive-in with him and we picked up some girls. So, come on, kid, hurry 
up and get your clothes off. Tommy, help him with his buttons, will you? We 
gotta get this show on the road!" 

"I can do it myself!" Wally indignantly assured the youngster who quickly 
stepped up to work at the fastenings of his shirt. "See?" With that he 
proceeded to painstakingly free each button of his plaid sports shirt while 
the other boys milled around him in ill-concealed impatience. 

Shirley swallowed and tried to look away as the older boy stripped off his 
shirt, his hands working next at the buttons of his trouser fly. Being 
surrounded by the other naked leering boys was humiliating enough, but the 
idea that this poor feeble-minded youth was taking part in her debasement 
was almost more than she could bear. Suddenly, the widow heard a soft gasp 
from one of the boys, then another and another, and her eyes involuntarily 
lifted to see what was causing the small sensation in her living room. 

"Oh my God, no, it can't be," she weakly whispered. Her eyes widened with 
shock as she stared at Wally's unclothed body and Shirley shivered slightly 
at the unbelievable sight before her. She barely noticed most of the boy's 
youthful, heavily muscled body, its powerful swelling lines and deeply 
tanned surfaces. What had captured her gaze was the breathtaking sight of 
the long, heavy thickness of the huge young cock that hung limply between 
his thighs. His testicles were larger than anything she could have imagined 
in her wildest dreams and sagged down almost as far as the thickly tapering 
tip of Wally's huge uncircumcised penis. With conscious self-control, she 
forced herself to gaze down at the floor once again. This had to be a prank, 
she tried to reassure herself. They would simply torment her with this 
childish prank for a few moments longer, then leave. Surely, they couldn't 
think... 

"Well, well, looks like old Wally got some candy for the lady too," Neil 
chortled in delight, breaking the stunned silence that hung over the room 
like a menacing storm cloud. "Whatsa matter, honey," he gleefully addressed 
the cringing widow, "Don't you want any of Wally's big fat candy?" 

"Whadya mean? Where's my candy?" the hulking youth demanded his interest 
sparking at the mention of his favorite treat. "C'mon, Neil, where is it?" 

"You gonna share, like you said?" the redhead inquired teasingly, then 
turned to the others as Wally nodded eagerly. "Okay, guys, let's get her 
clothes off. Our buddy here wants his candy." 

"Oh, no, please!" Shirley begged piteously as young hands grasped her 
shoulders and hoisted her out of the chair to her feet. "I can't. I just 
can't let you do this to me!" 

A wave of sniggers and chortles filled the room for an answer while she 
stared incredulously at the leering, excited faces of the boys, standing 
around her with legs spread, each obscenely stroking his individual 
lust-provoked member. 

"Wow, I've been jerking off for months just thinking about all the stuff you 
and Eddy told us about," someone exclaimed. "Can we do all that stuff to 
her?" 

"Neil gets to fuck her first!" another announced. 

"Yeah, well, I want to stick my cock in her mouth," she heard another chime 
in. "Wow, just think-she'll really suck my prick!" 

"Do you think I could do it in her ass-hole, like Eddy said," a high wistful 
voice piped up. "That might be nice..." 

"Don't you think you'd better get her clothes off first?" Neil interrupted 
with a self-important grin. "Then we'll see. If we can't do it all today, we 
can always come back tomorrow." 

Shirley tried to speak but couldn't. Her words knotted in her throat and she 
could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken 
her as she listened to the vile foulness spewing from the lips of the 
youngsters around her. She gazed into the faces of the teen-aged boys, her 
tear-wet eyes pleading for mercy, but they were too busy stripping her, 
their hands tentatively exploring her lush curves, to pay any attention to 
her misery. There was nothing she could do now, without risking discovery by 
the people in the neighborhood. She was physically outnumbered by the boys 
and their cruel blackmail had placed her at their mercy. The beautiful widow 
stood passively as young fingers moved more and more demandingly over the 
rounded whiteness of her buttocks and the heaving mounds of her breasts, 
twisting and kneading the flaccid flesh with unquenchable fascination. 

"Okay, that's enough," Neil suddenly warned the others. "I'm gonna fuck her 
now and you guys can watch." 

Shirley trembled with dread as the redheaded youth grasped her arm and 
pulled her toward the couch, flinging her forward so that she stumbled 
face-down on the cushions. She moaned softly, in a half-daze of horror and 
humiliation, as her body collapsed unresistingly on the couch and the eager 
eyes of the boys feasted on the sight of her voluptuous flesh curving out at 
the buttocks and shoulders from her tiny narrow waist. For a moment, she had 
an urge to turn her head back and look at them in defiance, but it was 
pointless, she knew. These youngsters, barely older than the children 
playing in the street, had somehow managed to back her into a corner and she 
would be rewarded by nothing but further humiliation if she tried to resist 
them. If only she had never moved to lovely Westwood she thought wearily, if 
only she could have learned to put aside her foolish pride and accept the 
lewd offers from the middle-aged men she had dated in the city. It might 
have been difficult at first, but anything would have been better than 
this... 

She felt somebody's hands coursing down over the raised ridges of her spine 
and a tremor passed through her. Around the couch, she could hear young 
voices whispering excitedly and she dully wondered how many times she would 
have to endure this same ordeal, just to preserve the guilty secret of her 
two afternoons of unpardonable weakness in the arms of an innocent 
fourteen-year-old paperboy. 

"Hey, Widow Brown, look what we got for you," Neil's jeering voice cut into 
her thoughts. Before she could move, Shirley felt a hand tangling roughly in 
her dark hair to pull her head a few inches up off the cushions. Her eyes 
opened automatically and she involuntarily cringed back as she saw several 
erect penises of varying lengths and sizes jabbing the air in front of her 
face like a phalanx of primitive spears ready for the savage attack she knew 
was about to begin. 

"You know what we're going to do with 'em?" the redhead taunted her. "We're 
gonna shove 'em in your pussy! We're gonna fuck you, that's what! How do you 
like that?" 

"Oh no," she gasped softly. An instinctive shudder of disgust passed through 
her body at the teen-ager's use of the lewd words. Where had they ever 
learned such language, she wondered vaguely, and then the hand wound tighter 
in her hair, causing her to cry out with the sudden pain. 

"C'mon, sweetie," the youth prodded her, more harshly this time as his 
position of leadership with the group was being; threatened by her 
reluctance to obey him. "Tell us all how much you want us to fuck you. We 
want to hear you beg us for it!" 

Shirley trembled in revulsion at the very idea of using such language and 
she remained mute before his lewd demand. This she knew would be the final 
surrender to these young monsters and, if nothing else, she could at least 
retain that one tiny measure of self-respect deep within her soul. She just 
couldn't give them the pleasure of hearing her beg too. That was asking too 
much! 

"Gee, Eddy says they all beg," a voice inquired in a whisper. "How come she 
doesn't want to, Neil." 

"Damned if I know," Neil said disgustedly, releasing his grip on her hair so 
that her face fell back down into the couch cushions. "But if she don't 
start asking for it right now, we're gonna give the neighbors a little show. 
Hank, go over by the window with Jerry. When I tell you, draw the curtains 
and stand there until somebody sees you." 

"Oh no!" Shirley almost shrieked, staring up in terror. "Don't do that! Oh 
please, don't!" 

"Then beg," the redhead repeated with greater arrogance. 

"Oh no, I can't, I just can't!" she moaned. 

"Okay, Hank, pull 'em open!" Neil cried out, turning his head so that 
Shirley couldn't see the concealed wink he gave the boy by the window. 

"Oh God," she sobbed, her resistance shattered by the helplessness of her 
position. "Do it to me, do it to me." 

"Not like that, say it right," he demanded cruelly. 

"Oh fuck me!" she hissed from between tightly-clenched teeth. "Fuck me, fuck 
me, all of you fuck me!" 

As she heard the group of youngsters whoop in triumph, Shirley knew her 
humiliation and degradation were complete. Now that she had said the lewd 
and obscene words that she had never dared even think before, she doubted 
she would ever been able to face herself again. For just once in her life 
she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were 
right and now she wished she were dead. She was a whore now, nothing better 
than a filthy slut off the street who pandered to teen-aged boys. 

"Good!" Neil crowed exultantly. "Now I'm gonna stuff my cock up your belly 
until you can taste it!" 

The other boys laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was about 
to happen. It had been different listening to Neil and Eddy telling them 
about what it was like to fuck a woman, they lying in their bed at night 
pretending their hands were the same thing as a soft wet cunt. Now, they had 
a real woman stretched out before them completely naked to their gazes and 
they were going to watch her get fucked by Neil and then, they were all 
going to fuck her themselves, even dumb old Wally! Around the couch a dozen 
eyes glowed in anticipation that had been building like a storm since Neil 
first told them of his plan a few days ago. Even Wally was caught up in the 
electrical tension and he watched from a chair in the other side of the 
living room. 

"You guys hold her down until I get it in," Neil commanded nervously. His 
voice trembled from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this 
beautiful older woman and his long hard cock ached like it had never ached 
before in all his life. He dropped onto the couch and lay across the full 
length of her smooth white back, his face pressed into the soft cushion of 
her dark gleaming hair. 

Shirley cringed away from the attack and tried to wriggle away from the boy, 
but young unseen hands forced her deeper into the softness of the sofa. Her 
shoulders were pressed down into the cushions and held in a vise-like grip 
that she could not shake free of. Neil's knees behind her were slowly and 
relentlessly forcing her knees apart with a urgency that bruised the tender 
back-flesh of her thighs. 

Her face reddening slightly with the effort, she strained to clench her 
thighs tighter together, but it was a hopeless struggle. The breath surged 
painfully from her lungs as her resistance suddenly broke and the youth 
dropped between her legs as they fell limply apart. A deep moan of despair 
fell from Shirley's lips as she felt the hardness of the boy's stiff penis 
pressing sharply against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He moved 
forward along the couch, insinuating the full length of it along the narrow 
tightly-clenched crevice of her buttocks as she squirmed and twisted 
frantically beneath him, inciting his lust even more with her struggles. 

"Kneel up," he suddenly gasped from behind her. 

Instead, Shirley stiffened her body, pressing her hips down tightly into the 
couch. Bitter tears of anger and fear were beginning to spill into the 
fabric of the cushions and she tried not to move, hoping that perhaps he 
would give up the awful rape of her body. But with an angry grunt, the boy 
slapped the flat of his palm down across her bare buttocks, causing her to 
scream and jerk her body. Hands on her now relaxed hips pulled them quickly 
up off the cushions into a kneeling position while the other boys continued 
to press her face and shoulders down on the couch. By the time she regained 
control of her muscles, her buttocks were waving high off the couch behind, 
and she made a momentary and fruitless attempt to flatten them again. Neil's 
hand raised and slapped her again and again until she relaxed and ceased her 
resistance. 

She knew she would have to give in finally anyway. The boys had her in a 
position where she had no place to turn. There was nothing left now but the 
horrible humiliating submission to their obscene desires. Her body was no 
more than an unwilling toy for these near-children to be used as they wanted 
in their inhuman quest for sexual knowledge ... a search that would only be 
ended when each of them had exploded their hot young liquid lust deep up 
inside her soft white body. I t was useless for her to struggle or even care 
anymore. 

Crouched between her creamy wide-spread thighs, Neil gazed down at the full 
white moons of Shirley's buttocks stretched up in defenseless offering. The 
boy's face glowed with pride as the others gathered closer to the couch, 
their eyes bulging with hot uncontrollable desire. None of them had ever 
seen anything like this before and each of the teen-agers felt his balls 
tingle and ache with desire. Hard pricks stabbed up toward the ceiling, 
throbbing and lurching with the need to be thrust into the narrow slit of 
soft pink flesh that was waving in the air before them. But still Neil 
waited. He remembered how the beautiful brunette had cold-shouldered him 
earlier this week and he want to get the most enjoyment he could from the 
subjugation of her kneeling body before he decided to shoot his hot load of 
white cum into her warm waiting little cunt. 

The redheaded teen-ager held himself back, purposely torturing himself now 
in anticipation of the moment when he would thrust forward and slide his 
tingling cock deep between the full white globes of the proud, 
perfectly-molded ass that swayed gently before his eyes. It galled him, more 
than he even cared to admit to himself, that Jimmy, the quiet bookworm of 
the group, the one who was always ruining their fun with his worrying and 
his courtesy, should have gotten into this gorgeous woman's pants before he, 
Neil, the knowledgeable one. He wanted to feel this bitch squirming under 
him, to want him more than she ever wanted old dumb Jimmy. That would be the 
ultimate triumph-to take Jimmy's older girl friend away from him, to have 
her for himself whenever he wanted her. The thought raced through his loins 
like a jolt of burning electricity. 

Yeah, he was going to make this beautiful widow woman squirm and like having 
his cock shoved in her-whether she wanted to or not. That would show the 
guys that he knew what he was talking about! 

Teasing himself a moment longer, Neil ground his hard white cock around in 
the narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh 
around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm kidskin glove. Still not 
quite certain of what he wanted to do, he leaned forward and planted a long 
trail of warm wet kisses along the raised ridges of Shirley's spine, 
gloating silently as he felt her tremble beneath him. The beautiful widow 
groaned softly and the muscles of her body tensed nervously as she felt the 
moist contact along her loins and back. Then, he haunched back on his heels 
and slid his soft pink tongue slowly and tauntingly down the line in the 
center of lower back until he reached the tightly-clenched valley of her 
buttocks propped up high off the couch. Once again, the frightened brunette 
tried to struggle free, but her shoulders were held tightly in place against 
the cushions by the two wide-eyed teen-aged boys at the other end of the 
sofa. 

Smiling knowledgeably at the youngsters around him, Neil dropped his hands 
to the full rounded spheres of Shirley's buttocks, placing his thumbs on 
either side of the soft resilient globes and pressing gently outward. Neil's 
big brother Eddy had told him many times that there was a special way to get 
a broad exactly where you wanted her and now was the perfect time to test 
Eddy's foolproof method. 

Shirley tensed her buttocks together, fighting the outward pressure the 
lewdly grinning boy was exerting with his fingers, but bit by bit, the 
straining muscles of her inner thighs began to give way to the relentless 
pull. His face was poised directly in front of the thin red folds of 
hair-framed flesh that covered her vagina and his gleaming eyes watched 
hawk-like as the soft flanges gradually parted. He could see a slight dew of 
moisture forming and pearling on the tender insides of her thighs as, with 
the fatigue of her rapidly tiring muscles, Shirley involuntarily let her 
backside slip wider and wider apart. 

The boy's abrupt change from humiliating brutality to tenderly caressing her 
private parts began to catch Shirley off guard, in spite of her angry 
resistance. She had geared her mind to the fighting of pain and cruelty, not 
softness and pleasure, and she was not prepared for the boy's new tactics. 
They were beginning to have a strange, unexpected effect on her captive 
body. 

Neil slowly moved his face forward until his lips were a scant few inches 
from the soft dark pubic hair that covered the sensitive lips of her vagina, 
and his nostrils flared as the sweet odor of her sex drifted incitingly 
toward him. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her 
delicate inner cuntal flesh suddenly flowered open to his hungry gaze. It 
was satiny smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, 
glistening wetly on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. 

Winking at the others in a signal to watch, Neil took a deep breath and 
expelled it softly into the open crevice. Almost as if in reply, Shirley 
quivered and a faint groan escaped from between her open lips. She tried to 
move a little, but the pressure of the other boys' hands was still too 
strong against her shoulders. Her struggles were becoming less impassioned 
now and the voluptuous young widow's horrified fear was gradually being 
overcome by her body's instinctive reaction to the torturing touch of Neil's 
hands and the warmth of his breath against the secret parts of her 
helplessly pinioned body. 

The lovely brunette woman fought to stifle a moan rising in her throat and 
she struggled to ignore the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were 
beginning to ripple deep down in her belly. Nevertheless, her muscles that 
had been so keyed against the humiliating torture of a few minutes ago now 
began to relax into a soft receptiveness. Now something else had replaced 
the terror and the harsh blows that had been inflicted on her helpless form, 
a light gentle sensation of warmth soothing over her defenseless genitals 
and she suddenly found it hard to remember that she was being blackmailed 
into a vicious sex party by a group of teen-age hoodlums. A long, low sigh 
escaped her lips as she felt another rush of the warm moist air float over 
the crevice between the open moons of her soft rounded buttocks. 

The tension in the room was almost electric and each of the teen-agers 
smiled in relief as they heard the soft sound of surrender from the 
beautiful older woman kneeling on the couch. Even Wally, slouched 
disconsolately in his armchair as he waited for the promised candy, leaned 
forward with interest dawning in his eyes. His dull brain slogged through 
its inventory of half-remembered, half-understood ideas, trying to recall 
exactly what Eddy had been telling them about. Watching Neil crouched over 
the curvaceous woman's bent form had triggered a recollection but he 
couldn't quite capture the thought. His attempt at reasoning was hampered by 
the insistence of his penis that was now throbbing angrily as it stood out 
above the egg-sized testicles in his lap and he stared down at the jutting 
rod of flesh for a moment, almost remembering that it was all connected 
somehow. 

On the other side of the living room, Neil pressed his face forward, pushing 
his open mouth hard against the wetness of Shirley's vaginal slit. The widow 
squirmed fearfully for a moment and he tightened his hands on her buttocks 
so that she couldn't slip away. Then, with one quick flick of his thick wet 
tongue, he slid it between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt. 

Her gasp of pleased surprise resounded through the room, causing the 
youngsters to crowd closer for a better view of the ravishment of the 
woman's soft pink pussy by the redheaded boy's tongue. She had jerked 
forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of 
delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his freckled 
face. Her vaginal passage began to expand and contract, clenching tightly 
around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath 
exploded down into the cushions in small quick gasps that muffled themselves 
into tiny mewling grunts as she twisted her face harder and harder into the 
couch. He curled and flicked the searing point of his tongue up inside her 
helplessly quivering pussy while he sucked wildly at the buttocks they 
swayed almost out of control around his face. 

"Golly, Neil, golly," one of the boys gasped in awe at the unbelievable 
sight of the beautiful older woman's sudden and complete surrender to the 
flushed young face bobbing madly over her cunt from behind. Several of the 
boys had already lost the battle to restrain themselves and were frantically 
stroking their rampant young cocks in an effort to relieve the passions that 
were building up in their bodies well past the danger point. The two 
youngsters at the other end of the sofa released Shirley's shoulders and 
moved around to watch more closely. There was no longer any need to hold her 
down. 

Neil basked in the admiration of his friends as he worked hungrily over the 
wide-spread tightness of the helplessly kneeling widow's cunt, his tongue 
thrusting and withdrawing, plunging into her again and again making a tiny 
wet sluicing noise with each forceful lunge. Her little cries were 
lengthening out to one long continuous moan as his tongue suddenly located 
her hard, throbbing clitoris and licked and sucked savagely at the tiny 
pulsating bud. His face dove farther into the damp warm crevice and his 
mouth sucked and teased at it gleefully, teasing it with the sharp tips of 
his teeth, while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd 
dance of unleased desire. 

"Oooooooh, yes, oooooh, yes," she chanted deliriously, her body and mind 
completely lost in the whirlpools of sensation that arose from the delicious 
sucking of her loins. Neil grinned with lewd and triumphant satisfaction as 
he felt the powerful muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting 
around the sides of his cheeks in an exhibition of wild untamed animal lust 
that was unlike anything that Eddy had ever told him about. Her cunt 
flowered open wider and wider and wider, her moistness increasing with each 
further second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched split. It ran 
in narrow lewd trickles down the sides of the boy's freckled cheeks pressed 
tightly against the softness of her ass warmly enclosing his face, and down 
the inside of her smoothly working loins into the hollowing flesh of her 
soft inner thighs. 

Neil could sense that their gorgeous new neighbor was almost ready to cum. 
The wild abandoned tempo of her grinding loins told him it was time to drive 
his cock into the softness of her hot little belly so that he could feel the 
warm throbbing walls of her cunt clenching around until they both exploded. 
He wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy and fill her with his cum until she 
would never forget this afternoon as long as she lived. He wanted to stretch 
her so wide that she would never even be able to feel Jimmy's puny little 
cock again. 

The redhead felt his hard boyish prick tingling with anticipation while he 
worked at her loins with his relentlessly sucking mouth. Then, he could 
stand it no longer. He had to fuck her now and quick! He pulled his face 
away from the warm wet folds of her quivering vagina and slithered up to his 
knees, working his hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her 
buttocks from behind. Around him, the waiting group of youngsters ogled the 
scene with renewed interest. 

"Wow, look! He's gonna fuck her from behind now!" a blonde boy hissed 
excitedly. The boy who did not appear to be older than eleven or twelve 
years old reached out to run his trembling fingers lightly over Shirley's 
up-turned buttocks, gaping and blinking as though he thought he might be in 
a dream. 

"Jesus, yeah," breathed another two or three years older. His eyes wide with 
wonder, the dark-haired boy slipped his smooth young fingers between her 
bent body and the cushions of the couch and began to knead and squeeze the 
creamy smooth flesh of her full swelling breasts. The boy teased and pinched 
at the tiny bud-like nipples until they became hard as pebbles and Shirley 
involuntarily moaned at the thrilling sensation that fluttered hotly down to 
her writhing loins below. 

Across the room, Wally's usually-dull eyes were beginning to sparkle with 
excitement. Eddy's words still eluded him but the sight of Neil's long 
pulsing cock poised against the deep split in the beautiful brunette's 
buttocks was beginning to spark a long-buried instinctive knowledge in the 
handsome half-wit's weak brain, the long-awaited explanation of why his cock 
got so hard and itchy sometimes and why he sometimes couldn't go to sleep at 
night until he had squeezed all the sticky juice out of it. A slight frown 
wrinkling his brow, Wally rose from his chair and slowly ambled closer to 
the dramatic tableau on the couch. His cock was throbbing harder than it 
ever had before, but a faint hope rising in his mind kept him from trying to 
make it squirt right now. A vague feeling filled him that he was going to 
get to see and do something that he had wanted to do for a long, long 
time... 

The excitedly grinning redheaded boy was crouched behind her now, his 
pulsing white cock held tightly between his fingers with the large red 
blood-filled head aimed at the tight elastic opening of her cunt. His gaze 
was locked on the gleaming whiteness of her body and he let his eyes feast 
for the slightest of seconds on the way her soft full ass curved sharply 
down into the narrow wasp waist that looked as though it might snap at the 
slightest pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, the redheaded boy 
could see her long ivory thighs tapering down sharply to her small 
well-formed knees and then blossoming out again to the fullness of her firm 
shapely calves. He imagined those white calves locked tightly around Jimmy's 
back as he hammered his cock into her warmly sucking depths and once again 
Neil swore to himself that he and the others would do better than anything 
Jimmy had done. They would make her beg and scream for more and more cock, 
... but that would have to be later. Right now, Neil's penis and testicles 
ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it into 
her now before it was too late ... before he lost control and shot all of 
his boiling sperm all over the soft white buttocks that were waving 
submissively before him. 

There was just an inch of space between her open, glistening vagina and the 
smooth rounded tip of his cock now, and Neil pressed her buttocks wider 
apart so that all the other youngsters could see the moist throbbing slit 
more clearly. His cock jerked painfully as the tiny brown opening of her 
defensively puckered anus came into view and the boy remembered that his 
older brother had said that ass-holes were the tightest place in the world 
to fuck, but he abandoned the lewd thought as he saw a gleaming dewdrop of 
moisture oozing slowly from the swollen, inflamed head of his pulsating 
prick. He had to fuck her now or it would be too late. 

Shirley barely remembered what had happened to her to place her in this 
compromising position, naked and surrounded by a group of lusting, panting 
youngsters. The only thing she knew for certain was that the hot pointed 
tongue had ceased its fiery ministrations to the wet crevice between her 
thighs-and just as she had been on the verge of a beautiful climax. Now the 
tender sensitive flesh that had been so soothingly laved by the redheaded 
youth's lips and tongue a few moments before felt hungry and empty, a 
burning hole back between her open thighs that begged to be filled. There 
was no excuse for her mindless passion at that moment, surrounded as she was 
by the leering young boys who had so cruelly tricked and blackmailed her, 
but she wasn't searching for justifications any more. It had felt so good 
and now she was teetering on the edge of a breathtaking orgasm, just waiting 
to be fulfilled. There was only one thing she wanted now-a cock, a big stiff 
prick to fill the aching need inside her and she ground her buttocks back 
toward the boy behind her, silently praying that he would quickly stuff his 
long hard shaft of lust-engorged flesh into her naked starving cunt before 
she lost her mind from frustration. 

"Ooooooooooooh," she suddenly breathed in gratitude as she felt the boy 
leader's hands grip her tightly around the waist and pull her body back 
toward him so that he could slowly slip the rock-hard length of his urgently 
throbbing cock up into the tight hot walls of her wildly contracting cunt. 
Shirley had never acted so shamelessly wanton in her life, but she didn't 
even think about it. The boy's tongue had ignited the hot streak in her and 
now her full rounded body trembled and shook before the welcome assault on 
her innermost being. She ground her ass back shamelessly now toward him as 
she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wider apart by the stone hard 
penis tunneling up into her hungrily clasping pussy. His sperm-bloated 
testicles danced teasingly against the hard tingling bud of her erected 
clitoris and then he jerked his hips back again to ram the entire length of 
his rampant penis up into her belly once more. 

"Wow, look at her go," Neil gasped, his lips bared back over his teeth in a 
salacious grin. "Geez, look, I'm all the way in and she's lovin' it. Yeah, 
fuck it, Widow baby, shake that ass," he chanted obscenely. 

Kneeling behind her bent and quivering body, the redheaded teen-ager began 
to fuck in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. The stifling hot air 
in Shirley's living room was filled with the wet sucking sounds of the in 
and out sawing motions as she bucked back against him, burying his 
jack-hammering cock as deep as it would go in her hot moist passage with 
each driving stroke. Neil could barely keep himself in control as he felt 
the beautiful woman's pelvis sliding madly back and forth along the length 
of his throbbing pulsing prick, the delicate strands of secret female 
muscles inside her cunt nibbling hungrily at the inflamed head of his cock. 
Looking down between them, the boy could view how the pink inner lips of her 
vagina pulled reluctantly away each time his shaft withdrew, then hungrily 
devoured the long gleaming rod again when he thrust his pelvis back toward 
her, until her soft dark pubic hair entangled with his own redly shining 
thatch. The sight of it almost drove him crazy with excitement. 

Shirley chanted incoherently beneath the panting youth as the warm wet walls 
of her vagina clasped tightly around the pole of stiff flesh racing in and 
out of the depths of her heaving belly, the wetness surrounding it and 
lubricating the strokes. As the teen-ager ground his pelvis forward into her 
writhing buttocks, the lovely widow strained back at him, arching her back 
to drive her loins tighter and harder against his powerful thrusts. She 
moaned ceaselessly beneath the pounding of his young body, rotating her 
smooth curving hips in tight little circles around the pummeling cock as her 
head thrashed from side to side on the cushions in wild sexual abandon. 

Neil swept into her with a growing frantic need and she matched his every 
movement, straining once again for the peak of sensation that was so near, 
so very near. Shirley could feel him thrusting more violently, the sight of 
her bucking body inciting him to greater and greater effort. Dimly she heard 
the excited murmurings of the boys surrounding the couch and she momentarily 
remembered what had happened that afternoon, but even the horror of her 
situation could not diminish her mounting passion. She had been forced to do 
this, she had no choice, she reasoned dizzily, it was not her fault if she 
enjoyed it. 

Suddenly, there was another movement on the cushion under her head and she 
turned her face to see another of the boys kneeling on the floor beside her. 
In his hand he held a long thick cock and abruptly she realized that the 
boy's fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth. The boy 
held her head sideways with the flat of his palm against her cheek and with 
his other hand he was trying to force the head of his prick into her mouth. 

"Hey, look, she's gonna suck my prick, guys." The high youthful voice seemed 
to come from far above her head but Shirley mumbled a protest and tried to 
shake her head away but the youngster only gripped her head more tightly 
until she could not move and pressed the rubbery head harder against her 
lips. She could only purse her lips and clench her teeth tightly together 
and try to keep it away but the boy was not about to be denied. As he shoved 
harder against her face, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back 
through the sharpness of her teeth. The determined youngster gasped and 
struggled against the softness of her mouth, feeling it parting, little bit 
by little bit, until abruptly with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the 
redheaded teen-ager fucking into her from behind, she gasped. The broad 
thick young cock crushed through her full moist lips and into the wet warm 
cavern of her mouth. The boy fucked it up mercilessly into her face as 
though it were a second cunt and Shirley gagged for a moment as he brutally 
rammed the jerking rampant penis halfway down her throat, the full thick 
length of it disappearing into her pink ovaled mouth until just a tiny bit 
of the broad shiny base appeared between her wide-stretched lips. 

Though she had voluntarily taken Jimmy's boyish young cock into her mouth a 
few days ago, the beautiful widow still fought against the obscene rape of 
her mouth by a youth she neither knew nor cared for. But it was a useless 
struggle for the wildly excited boy held her head vise-like between his 
sweating palms and immediately quickened his riveting thrusts to match those 
of their teen-age leader fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling 
his jabbing cock all the way out of her mouth, but always leaving a slight 
part of the flaring tip beyond her open lips in the hot moist shelter of her 
cheeks. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft dark fuzz 
covering them tickling like a feather. She struggled to breath, catching 
small gasps of air each time the two cocks simultaneously withdrew on the 
out-stroke. 

"Oh, God," the lovely brunette groaned pi-teously as the two teen-agers 
buffeted her back and forth between them, using her helpless body as a 
mindless receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. Shirley 
forced herself not to think or feel and, in a nearly trance-like state, she 
watched the length of the long thick cock where it rose from the dark thatch 
of the boy's pubic hair and invaded her mouth like the thick trunk of an 
ancient tree rising from the forest to pierce the clouds. 

The disgust she felt at what was happening to her had driven all excitement 
from her body ever since the unknown boy had shoved his rigid cock into her 
mouth, but then, suddenly, the very helplessness of her position flickered 
through her mind. She imagined what she must look like, being fucked between 
the two naked youngsters at the same time. The strange mental image incited 
her and she began to feel the fiery feeling rekindling deep in her belly. 
She began to squeeze her cunt muscles around the hot fleshy pole burrowing 
into her buttocks and her lips began to nibble tentatively at the thrusting 
instrument in her mouth. She was abruptly overcome with the weirdest feeling 
of her life-she wanted the boys to use her body, to use it in any lewd, 
perverted way they desired. After all, she had deserved this for seducing 
poor young Jimmy and now she was getting her proper punishment and strangely 
loving it. She wanted to feel Neil's cock exploding to fill her belly with 
the hot sticky fluids and feel the other boy's creamy, fresh young cum 
pouring down her throat. Drunk with the masochistic desire that was suddenly 
pouring through her veins, Shirley sucked hungrily at the cock hammering 
into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every thrust. 
Swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the pulsating, blood-filled head, she 
probed hotly into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted it to erupt in her 
mouth, to swallow it until her stomach was as filled as her cunt would be. 
She wanted to feel the creamy warmth of the youngsters' boiling sticky sperm 
as it shot into her from both ends of her tortured body. 

Behind her, the teen-age redhead couldn't hold back much longer. He began to 
thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the 
quivering cheeks of her up-thrust buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His 
hands clawed frantically at her writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh 
cruelly between his clenching fingers. His breath became hoarse and labored 
and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the naked, slenderly 
bucking body and bobbing head and the sight of the lovely older woman being 
skewered from both ends sent chills racing up his spine. 

"Holy shit!" someone squeaked incredulously from among the circle of young 
spectators gaping at the obscene spectacle. "Look at them go! Boy, Neil sure 
was right!" 

Gazing awestruck from his vantage point at the back of the couch, Wally 
nodded dumbly. 

The saliva in Shirley's mouth was becoming sticky from the emissions of 
lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the prick sunk into the warm 
depths of her roundly ovaled lips. She could see the boy's slim hips 
writhing and straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a 
spastic seizure. The teen-ager's strong fingers were wound tightly into her 
shiny dark hair, pulling her mouth back and forth over the entire length of 
his thrusting pole as though it were a second warm cunt into which he was 
venting his lust. The widow felt her own excitement mounting as the boyish 
penis throbbed and expanded in her mouth, ramming forward down to her 
tonsils as though trying to collide with the other cock jabbing into her 
belly from behind. 

Then, suddenly, as she felt her body building up to an orgasm like a 
churning volcano almost ready to erupt, she felt the cock fucking into her 
seething pussy begin to throb and inflate. Suddenly panicky that he might 
cum before she was ready, she churned her buttocks wildly against Neil's 
loins, trying to get every last atom of sensation before it all ended. She 
felt her thighs and buttocks being flattened by the force of Neil's last 
crushing thrust as the redhead shoved his prick as far as it could go in her 
belly and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her greedily 
clasping cunt. Shirley could feel the boiling sperm flooding hotly into her 
and filling the depths of her womb as the young boy's balls banged down 
heavily against the sensitively exposed bud of her clitoris, causing her to 
jerk convulsively forward. The boy beside her head rammed forward at the 
same moment, burying his wildly jerking penis to the hilt in her madly 
sucking mouth. It too erupted, flooding her cheeks with the youthfully sweet 
tasting liquid. She gagged in an effort to breath and swallowed in great 
gulps to keep from choking on the thick rush of creamy liquid rushing into 
her throat, her lips stretched taut as an elastic band around the fleshy 
shaft. Tiny droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth when the boy 
finally slipped his no longer-virginal rod, now slippery and soft, from her 
still-sucking lips and collapsed on the carpet in front of the sofa, his 
trembling fingers still resting on Shirley's cheeks. Thin, gleaming strings 
of cum hung from her slack, lipstick shiny lips, connecting them to the 
deflated cock a few inches away. 

Still desperately straining for the orgasm she needed so badly, Shirley 
skewered her ass up tightly against the still-squirting cock in her cunt and 
suddenly every muscle in her body tensed and began to quiver like a string 
plucked on a violin. Her climax flooded in great sensual waves of pleasure, 
flooding out around the cock buried in her cunt, seeping out in warm 
rivulets to mix with Neil's creamy sperm dribbling hotly down her straining 
thighs. She was still trembling insanely as the red-headed youth's deflating 
cock slipped wetly from her sperm-drenched pussy, letting gushes of cool air 
come rushing into the unplugged opening between her up-thrust buttocks. 

"Well, I guess that shows you guys I knew what I was talking about," Neil 
panted as he climbed off of the couch with a cocky grin. With mock sorrow, 
he added, "I guess there's not much left there for you other guys." 

But the self-satisfied look faded from his face as Shirley suddenly rolled 
over onto her back on the couch cushions and gazed hungrily at the many 
stillerect cocks that jutted up from the loins of the other youths 
surrounding the couch. 

Far from appeasing her, the climax she had just experienced had been but a 
fraction of the cataclysmic orgasm she had been building toward and now she 
wanted another cock, or more, as many as it took to grant her the peak of 
sensation she had fought so hard to achieve. 

"Whatsa matter with you, bitch?" he snarled as the crestfallen looks began 
to fall from the faces of the other youngsters. "Ain't you had enough?" 

"No, no," she murmured dazedly. "Please, hurry ... someone, fuck me..." 

"Hey, me first." 

"No, me." 

"Aw, c'mon, gimme a break, guys!" Desperate young voices suddenly filled the 
room, then silenced just as quickly as the powerful form of Wally shoved his 
way to the fore. 

"No, Pm first," he said slowly, with unaccustomed emphasis. Then with a 
smile of satisfaction, he turned to Neil and asked excitedly, "This is my 
candy, huh, Neil? I figured it out and that's what ya meant all the time." 

Neil's eyes scurried around the group, trying to find one youth who still 
was staring at him with the same aw-struck adulation he had commanded when 
he had made the beautiful woman cum, but all eyes were hungrily watching 
Shirley as she invitingly squirmed on the couch below them. This wasn't the 
way he had planned it at all and he searched his mind for some sort of 
revenge against the older woman who wasn't satisfied with the great fuck he 
knew he had given her. 

"Huh, Neil? I was right, huh?" Wally persisted, his eyes shining with pride 
at his developing powers of perception. 

"Aw, for crissake, Wally, you'll get yours when..." The redhead's voice 
faded out as a malicious smile began to appear on his freckled face. 
"Yessir, boy, that's right," he quickly amended himself, patting the bigger 
boy on the shoulder. "Go to it, kid!" 

Amidst the disappointed groans from the other boys, Shirley looked up and 
her breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked on the giant young cock 
that reared out from Wally's sinewed belly. It was like a third muscular arm 
with a huge pair of fists balled between the boy's powerful thighs. Erected, 
it was even larger than before and the widow couldn't believe it at first. 
Then it jerked before her horrified eyes and she fearfully cringed back into 
the cushions of the sofa. 

"Boy, that thing'll make some dent in her belly," Neil snickered evilly from 
somewhere nearby. "He'll break her in for the rest of you guys." 

At the sound of the teasing voice, Shirley jerked her eyes away from the 
sight of the gargantuan penis and stared around the circle of youthful 
faces. Her body was still hungrily demanding more excitement, but her mind 
was rational enough to realize what was about to happen to her defenseless 
body. She drew her legs tightly together against the danger of the monstrous 
penis, her terror bubbling uncontrollably out of her. 

"Oh, my God, no," Shirley whispered weakly. "You can't. My God, he'll tear 
me down there! Y-you ... you must be crazy. No normal woman could take 
that!" 

"Ah, don't listen to that stuff, Wally," Neil assured the other boy who had 
turned to him with a worried frown. "They always say stuff like that, and 
act like they don't like it. Remember, she did before I got mine in her-but 
she sure liked it in a little while." 

"Yeah, that's right, Neil," Wally agreed with a relieved smile, then turned 
back to the couch. 

Shirley shut her eyes to blot out the sight of the leering young faces 
closing in around the couch to get a better view of the unbelievable 
spectacle that was about to take place before them. Following Neil's 
gleefully whispered commands, two of his friends grasped each of her ankles 
and pulled them far apart. The delicate coral slit nestled in the soft dark 
forest of her pubic hair flowered into full view of the young spectators, 
while the others strained closer to view the throbbing genitals of the 
struggling woman, Curious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the full 
white globes of her breasts, digging in greedily for a moment, then 
nervously withdrawing. 

The hulking Wally grinned delightedly at all the excitement he was causing, 
then quickly clambered between her wide-spread thighs. Shirley shook her 
head back and forth in dazed horror, then her face twisted in anguish as the 
hands holding her ankles raised them up and over her body until the toes of 
her feet were touching the arm of the couch behind her head. Every muscle in 
her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond all human endurance. 
The flat plane of her luscious hair-ringed pussy was offered up to the 
dimwitted boy in unwilling sacrifice. It was his to plunder at will. 

Wally grinned down at it, his dull eyes glazed and his lips bared back over 
his teeth in new-found lust. The young brute stroked his immense cock with 
both hands in greedy preparation for the assault upon the helpless uptilted 
cunt before him. His great muscular body swayed slightly on his knees like a 
cobra poised and ready to strike out at its helpless victim and the 
glistening purplish skin on the head of his cock shone menacingly in the 
last afternoon sun filtering in through the curtains at the windows. He 
shuffled forward slowly on his knees, his pelvis and huge bulging prick 
thrusting out, the great rod of hard flesh bouncing slightly as he moved. 

Shirley peered up through her wide-held thighs, her eyes wide in awed horror 
as she watched the muscles bulging dramatically on the young torso advancing 
toward the defenselessly throbbing hole between her legs. She could not tear 
her eyes away from the frightening instrument that was only a second away 
from ripping into her quaking body in a vicious rape. The mere sight of the 
monstrous weapon paralyzed her with fear. 

Suddenly, without further ceremony, the drooling teenager jerked his hips 
back and Shirley found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were 
under some sort of subconscious command, searching with her still-inflamed 
pussy for the monstrous pole that was going to tear her belly asunder. The 
giggling, whispering group around the couch suddenly hushed as the great 
bulging head found the narrow pulsating opening and hesitated for a moment, 
tentatively nuzzling the pink ragged edges of flesh. Then, the muscles of 
the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high into the air above 
the gaping woman. The blunt-nosed, flaring head slowly poised itself over 
the wet, wide-stretched opening of Shirley's cunt and then, with a casual 
flick of his hips, the delightedly grinning youth, forced the chunky 
blood-filled head into the quivering lips of her hair-framed pussy, brutally 
stretching the soft fleshy opening almost to the bursting point. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to side 
at the pain of the cruel intrusion. 

"Yeah, just like I told ya'. They all do the same, thing," Neil hurriedly 
reassured Wally as the feeble-minded youth anxiously looked to him for 
advice. "Just ram it in there. She just doesn't want you to know how good it 
feels." 

Nodding somberly, the boy flexed his buttocks again and the mammoth head 
submerged up inside her open cunt another torturous inch. The struggling 
young widow desperately tried to free her legs to kick free of the agonizing 
impalement, but the eager young teen-ager held her ankles tight against the 
padded arm of the couch. 

"Uuuuuuuuuugggg! No, Wally! It's too big! Ooooh, stop!" she cried again, 
certain that she was being split apart. The pain was unbearable, coursing 
through her cruelly-stretched body like a thousand tiny sharp puncturing 
needles. 

"Gee whiz, you don't have to yell so much," 

Wally gently rebuked her. "Look, don't this feel good?" 

With that, the hulking youth levered up on his hands, straightening his arms 
into the pushup position, and pushed forward again, cramming the relentless 
monster another excruciating inch into Shirley's helplessly stretched 
vaginal passage. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh! Please, no more! No more!" 

Shirley could feel hot breath coursing over her naked, now helplessly 
sweating body as the other boys leaned closer, their faces hovering inches 
above her straining nudity. Dizzy with the pain of the monstrous impalement, 
she was only vaguely aware of hands reaching out to clutch and squeeze at 
her breasts, fingers scurrying over every part of her flesh until it felt as 
though she were covered with tiny crawling things, all feverishly searching 
to enter every opening of her body. 

"Noooooo! Pleeeeeeeease!" she sobbed, half-hysterical with fear, tears 
gushing out from under the fluttering lids of her unseeing eyes. 

Wally stared down at her sobbing and struggling protests for a minute as 
though trying to decide what to do next, then with a resigned shrug of his 
shoulders, he suddenly pushed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the 
monstrous cock deep into her tightly resisting passage, pushing great waves 
of rippling pink cunt flesh before it. 

Shirley quaked convulsively as the gigantic penis plunged relentlessly into 
her belly, crowding her inner organs as it tunneled even deeper. It felt as 
though it would burst through to her throat if it didn't stop, but still the 
monstrous organ slammed into her, shattering her consciousness with 
overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality. 

Then, suddenly, it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis 
thudded heavily against the wide stretched globes of her buttocks and the 
immense sperm-bloated testicles thudded heavily into the tiny puckered ring 
of her anus. The huge shaft of lust-hardened flesh was sunk all the way to 
the hilt in her tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides. 

The weak-brained youth hovered motionless above Shirley's prostrate form, 
waiting for a word, some sign from the woman about how much she really liked 
it. Below him, the beautiful widow lay, stiff with agony, silently praying 
to be awoken from this nerve-shattering nightmare. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Parking his bicycle on the sidewalk in front of 27 Rapple Drive, Jimmy 
paused for a moment to run a comb nervously through his sun-streaked blonde 
hair. After furtively checking up and down the street, he reached into the 
nearly-empty orange pouch that dangled from the handlebars and quickly 
pulled out a huge, heart-shaped candy box. He had gotten his week's pay 
today and, after the joy of seeing his beautiful sweetheart's car in her 
carport, he hadn't been able to resist spending almost all the money he had 
earned on the paper route on the gorgeous, red satin-wrapped package of 
chocolates. If he had taken the time to go home and get his savings, he 
would have bought her some flowers too, but he had been in too much of a 
rush to get his paper route finished, so he could see her before she went 
out again. 

Jimmy had understood perfectly when Mrs. Brown had explained to him about 
the dangers of what they had been doing and that she could get into a lot of 
trouble if anybody found out. Anybody knew that and he probably would have 
thought of it eventually, if she hadn't. He couldn't bear the thought of her 
getting into trouble. She was the most wonderful woman he had ever known, he 
thought, and he had also decided that he would happily risk his life for her 
if need be. But how could he ever show her how much he liked her, if he had 
to stay away all the time? Even if they didn't make love everyday, they 
could still be good friends, he had concluded, and, once in a while, if 
anything happened ... well, it couldn't hurt just once in a while. 

Suddenly realizing that anybody might come along and see him with the 
monstrous candy box tucked under his arm, and ask for an explanation that 
might be embarrassing, Jimmy turned to stride up the walk to her house. He 
sidetracked a little to see if her car was really still in the carport after 
the two awful days he had spent waiting for her to be home when he was 
allowed to go outside his house. It was, and the young boy barely suppressed 
a laugh of joyous relief as he bounded up the steps. Boy, was she ever going 
to be surprised when she saw what he had bought her, he gleefully thought to 
himself as he raised his hand to the doorbell button. 

Suddenly, he froze, his finger not more than an inch from the button, as he 
heard a long, soul-searing wail filtering faintly through the front door. 
The youngster racked his brain, searching for some logical explanation for 
the strange sound, but before he could arrive at a conclusion, another 
heart-rending shriek drifted out to the porch, softened and muffled by the 
thick wall of the house, but still clearly audible to the frowning boy 
outside the house. 

"No, Wally! It's too big! Oh, stop!" 

It was Mrs. Brown! Wally was hurting her somehow! Jimmy dropped the package 
and was just about to start pounding on the door when he heard Wally's deep 
voice slowly drawling in a tone of elaborate patience: 

"Gee whiz, you don't have to yell so much. Look, don't this feel good?" 

Another piercing scream penetrated the heavy wooden door and Jimmy struggled 
to make sense of what he was hearing. The only answer he could find 
staggered him with its horror. 

It sounded as though Wally was trying to rape Mrs. Brown, as though he might 
of suddenly gone crazy. Jimmy remembered all those dirty stories Neil was 
always telling Wally and the other guys, but Wally had never understood any 
of them. Maybe he had finally figured it all out and decided to do all that 
stuff to the beautiful widow, despite her anguished protests. 

"Please, no more, no more!" 

The stricken cry that accompanied this last plea from the lips of his 
sweetheart, sent Jimmy hurtling off the porch after first discreetly kicking 
the candy box into the bushes below. As he sprinted madly down the street, 
the sandy-haired youngster recalled some of the vile, degrading acts that 
Neil had told them all about and he prayed that Wally's father would be at 
home this Saturday afternoon. If Wally really had turned into a sex maniac, 
Jimmy didn't know of anyone else who could stop the hulking youth from 
overpowering the lovely woman, if he hadn't already. 

As he raced down the block toward Wally's home, Jimmy couldn't help but 
imagine how grateful the gorgeous widow would be after he had rescued her 
from the lust-maddened halfwit. A warm feeling was beginning to steal over 
his loins and he had to slow down for a moment while he willed his suddenly 
swelling cock to lie still in his trousers. 

 CHAPTER 9 

Shirley's pain-contorted face had begun slowly to relax. Her 
tightly-clenched teeth slowly opened in surprised relief as the initial 
agony of the massive penetration gradually faded. Her torturously-stretched 
vagina was miraculously growing accustomed to the presence of the young boy, 
Wally's, gigantic invading spear of flesh. 

"Aaaaaaaah," she breathed shakily in incredulous relief. Her eyes fluttered 
open and she unthinkingly gave a smile of reassurance to the child-man whose 
face peered anxiously down at her. He seemed to be afraid that he had hurt 
her and, in her relief, she whispered up at him, "Don't worry, Wally, it's 
alri--uuuuuuggg!" 

Certain that she was finally going to admit how much she liked it, Wally had 
flexed the huge head of his prick inside her belly as a reward for telling 
the truth, but instead of thanking him, Shirley groaned, her teeth 
reclenching. It felt too good to wait any longer and he flexed again, then 
again, no longer listening as her cries of protest became softer and softer 
as her throbbing passage became adjusted to the unnatural size of the 
monstrous cock. Reveling in the glorious feeling of her moist warm flesh 
stretched around his huge virginal penis, Wally began to move his hips in a 
slow revolving motion, grinding the fleshy cudgel tightly into the widow's 
defenseless vagina, stretching the still-cringing walls until the enormous 
penis fit in the sheath of her cunt like an egg in its shell. 

Unbelieving young eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous buried 
weapon, amazed that the tight tiny pussy hole they had seen earlier could 
swallow the whole of the immense sunken male member. Anonymous hands began 
to stroke lewdly over the full twin moons of Shirley's completely skewered 
buttocks. The beautiful widow felt fingers reaching out to quickly pull at 
the fleshy hair-lined lips that clamped so tightly around the broad base of 
the embedded prick, while "someone's fingertip darted under the dangling 
balls at her tiny puckered anus, flirting teasingly with the sensitive 
opening like another flicking tongue. She winced and jerked involuntarily as 
it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether 
ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. It dug in 
relentlessly, expanding the tiny wrinkled aperture until the palm of the 
impaling hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the whole of the finger 
solidly implanted inside the dry throbbing tunnel. 

An angry gasp of protest burst from her lips at this further indecency 
against her helpless body. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn 
beyond all possible repair, and now the double rape of her loins with some 
youngster's probing, wiggling finger buried deep in her rectum made her feel 
all the more degraded and used. She tried not to stir as she felt the 
discomfort easing with the stillness of her body, but the lust-incited youth 
ground and twisted his finger more harshly, stretching and expanding her 
violated anal passage until the young widow thought it would split from the 
almost unbearable pressure. Her hands were pinned tightly to her sides by 
her own updrawn legs and she watched in helpless fury as another arm shot in 
between her body and Wally's to cup her naked breast, teasing and pulling at 
every part of his proud round firmness until she thought she would scream 
from the painful manipulations. 

Kneeling over her jackknifed trembling form, Wally's powerful body began a 
painful sawing motion in and out of Shirley's wide-stretched pussy, plunging 
pitilessly from the crest of his withdrawals to slam her beleaguered body 
down into the couch cushions with every forward thrust. The finger skewering 
her ass united with the massive, pistoning cock to form a rhythmic fucking 
team that wrung groans of pain and gasps of pleasure in cadence to their 
simultaneous ravishment of her body. 

The agonizing torture was now fading rapidly and an odd sensation of 
tingling pleasure began to flow through Shirley's captive body. The 
unbelievable humiliation and debasement she had experienced that afternoon 
had once again built up to a strange masochistic excitement that had seized 
control of her mind and body, making her forget everything but lovely 
feeling of being fucked half to death by a cock as big around as her arm. 
Her buttocks began to rotate experimentally with her first attempt at 
movement since the torturous impalement, and then, feeling no pain, she 
allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the cock and finger fucking into 
her, grinding her hips upward with increasing speed to match the movements 
of the boy above her. Hands still reached from everywhere to help her on to 
greater heights of passion while lusting youthful faces leered down at her. 

"Oh yes ... fuck me, fuck me harder, oh fuck me," she crooned mindlessly, 
squirming her body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and fingers that 
groped at her tingling flesh. She knew she was building up toward the 
greatest orgasm of her life and every single fingertip that touched her bare 
flesh added more fuel to the flames that were already raging out of control 
deep within her belly. Her eyes opened and she gazed around her in blurred 
ecstasy. Cocks were everywhere. The young teenage boys standing naked in the 
living room of her new home in Westwood were all stroking themselves over 
her in time to the magnificent prick drubbing into her writhing body while 
one youngster's fingers skewered ceaselessly into her hotly clenching rectum 
like another throbbing penis. She was a prisoner, surrounded by long hard 
fiery bars of flesh and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, 
almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and 
ass-hole, trapped between their slamming battering strokes like a pinned 
butterfly. 

"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop. Fuck meeeeee," she groaned huskily up 
at the moronically grinning boy pumping into her. She rotated her ass faster 
and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh and finger hammering 
into her loins like an infernal fucking machine. There was nothing else, no 
shame, no fear, nothing in the world but the pulsing reality of the hard 
pole of flesh riveting into her hot steaming furrow. 

"Wally! Wally! Are you in here, son?" 

Shirley barely heard the worried masculine voice calling from the back of 
her house. The impassioned widow was too involved in her own body, grinding 
her hips hungrily up against the pelvis of the dim-witted boy above her, 
pumping madly up and down the length of the huge rigid member hammering into 
her cunt. She was faintly aware of the finger in her ass-hole pulling out 
with a slight popping sound, the other hands lifting reluctantly from her 
writhing body, but they didn't matter now. Her body was slippery from the 
sweat caused by the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous pussy and her 
head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the cushions beneath her. Her 
mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon as Wally fucked into her from the 
tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his long thick cock 
thunderingly up into her hole, bringing new ecstatic cries from her lips 
that resounded through the house like the moans of a wounded animal. Her 
legs were suddenly freed from the hands that had held them and she spread 
them wide apart, then wrapped them tightly around the boy's broad back, 
kicking her heels against his ass to spur him on. 

"Oh ... oh, God ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed with a 
high-pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her slender ankles in a 
death-grip behind Wally's laboring back. Her body arched and she clasped the 
grunting youth tightly behind the neck, not moving but quivering and jerking 
around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around 
his still-hammering cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking 
the boy's monstrous balls as they danced madly against her tiny puckered 
anus. 

Though he had been completely fascinated by the wonder of the new sensations 
rippling through his body, the strangely satisfying reactions of the 
beautiful woman under him and the joy of finally knowing what to do with his 
hard cock, to let himself explode and end this glorious experience, Wally 
suddenly felt a slow aching pressure building deep within his balls and he 
gripped the cheeks of the older woman's still-rotating ass and squeezed with 
crushing strength, trying to make it last longer. 

"Is anybody home? Wally, dammit, I'm coming ii.--there right now!" the deep 
voice called again. 

But neither Wally nor the beautiful widow could hear anything over the sound 
of their own passionate moans as he increased the viciousness of his strokes 
until his pelvis smacked loudly against the ragged pink flanges of her open 
vagina and his unbelievably swelling prick drove deep down into the far, 
far, hidden recesses of her pulsating belly. 

Then suddenly something snapped inside him. Gasping into the moistness of 
Shirley's mouth, the youngster felt an explosion in his loins and ground 
down deeper into the soft warm depths of her wildly clenching pussy. With a 
sobbing grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, 
shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep into the velvety depths of a woman's 
open and receptive womb for the first time in his life. 

Too dazed from the force of her climax, Shirley barely stirred as she heard 
an anguished groan from somewhere in the back of the room. It was not until 
a strange, powerful hand suddenly wrenched Wally's panting body off the 
couch, breaking apart their lewd embrace, that Shirley's eyes slowly opened. 
She had been through too much that afternoon to be much more than curious 
when she saw a strange man in a blue denim work shirt looming over the couch 
where she lay. 

"Get dressed, son, and give me your shirt," the stranger instructed in a 
firm but calm voice. "Then, get home and stay there. We've got to have a 
talk." 

"Yeah, Dad, okay! Boy, do I have something to tell you about!" the hulking 
youth beamed at the man who looked almost like his brother, except for the 
thin streaks of gray hair at the older man's temples. "Gee whiz, it's better 
than anything! I bet you'd really like it too!" 

Silently nodding as he took the plaid shirt the boy handed to him, Wally's 
father leaned down to drape it over Shirley's nakedness, then looked away in 
embarrassment. The first stirrings of apprehension were beginning to cut 
through her glow of contentment and the beautiful widow roused herself 
sufficiently to sit up and slip the oversized garment around her 
still-trembling body before she once again collapsed back on the sofa. 
Vaguely she wondered what had happened to all the other boys who had been 
there, but she was too weary to think properly and became distracted by 
Wally's merry whistling as he slammed out the front door, shirtless and 
grinning. 

"Mrs. Brown, I'm Dick Martin, Wally's father," the man began slowly, a trace 
of weariness in his voice. "I know you have every right to go to the police, 
but if there is any way I can make amends to you ... he has no mother ... 
I'd hoped to keep him from this sort of thing for several more years. Now, 
I'm afraid he'll have to be institutionalized for his own good." 

"Oh, Mr. Martin, forgive me," Shirley gasped. She sat up straight on the 
couch, her eyes wide with remorse. "I never ... thought. . . " 

"No, I know you were raped. It's not your fault," he quietly interrupted 
her. "Look, can I get you a drink or something. Thank God, that youngster 
came by to tell me. I'm only sorry I got here too late to help you." 

"Youngster?" the beautiful widow asked in confusion. Nothing the tall man 
was saying made any sense to her and she wondered why he had not already 
called the police for her. Had one of those young monsters summoned Wally's 
father as a joke? she wondered. "Who are you talking about?" 

"Jimmy, the Willis boy. He came running..." Mrs. Martin's voice faded out 
and the handsome man cocked his head to one side as if listening for 
something. 

"Oh yes, he's my paper boy," she quickly said. "He's been very nice to me 
and I guess he must have heard me screaming when he put my newspaper on the 
porch." Shirley too had heard the tiny sound and she was now certain that 
she and Dick Martin were not alone in the house. The boys had probably not 
had a chance to get dressed and get out of the door before Wally's father 
had stormed in, so she kept talking in order to cover up any other sounds 
they might make. "He's a charming boy and I'll have to give him something 
for trying to rescue me. Heaven knows, if you hadn't come when you did, I 
can't imagine what might have happened next." She paused to take another 
breath, prepared to keep chattering until the man left the house, and then, 
suddenly, a high-pitched giggle broke the silence. 

"What in hell is going on here?" the tall brawny man exploded and strode 
purposefully toward the back of the house. A moment later, he returned, 
leading six shamefaced, shuffling youngsters from Shirley's bedroom. She 
gasped in dismay as she saw that one of the boys, a small dark-haired youth, 
wore no pants. The widow stared disbelievingly at the surprisingly large 
penis that dangled obscenely from under the boy's baggy sweatshirt, then 
recoiled as she suddenly realized that it was probably the very same cock 
she had sucked to orgasm that afternoon. 

Wally's father watched with narrowed eyes as the youth got down on his knees 
at Shirley's feet and fished his trousers and undershorts out from under the 
couch. The expression of mournful apology had faded from the man's face and 
in its place was a mask of fury so intense that the lovely brunette woman 
instinctively huddled further back into the corner of the couch. 

"All of you, get out of here," he finally roared as the red-faced youngster 
zipped up his trouser fly and buckled his belt. "And if I see one of you on 
the street tonight, every one of your parents is going to hear about what I 
found in here, every bit of it!" 

Nodding and all obviously too frightened to protest, the boys slunk one by 
one out the front door, with Neil at the end of the line, still faintly 
swaggering with a cocky smirk tilting his lips. But his arrogance was fairly 
transparent and Shirley could see that he too was worried, until he looked 
outside her house. She could see him perk up suddenly as his eyes caught 
sight of something in the shrubbery beside the porch. The redheaded youth 
bent down and picked something out of the bushes and, then, with a sly grin 
that said more than a thousand words, he gently laid the ornate, 
heart-shaped candy box on the floor inside the house and shut the door. 

"Is that from another one of your young ... admirers?" Dick Martin's voice 
was cold with rage as he turned to face the beautiful woman again. "It 
couldn't be young Jimmy, could it? He ran out the back door crying when he 
saw you humping under my son like the cheap slut you are!" 

"Mr. Martin, please ... you don't understand," Shirley protested weakly, 
biting her lower lip to keep back her tears. "I ... I'd be happy to tell you 
exactly what happened but I'm very upset right now." 

"Oh, I could see that-the moment I walked into this room," he sarcastically 
said. His icy hazel eyes hostilely surveyed her huddled form on the couch 
and Shirley tried to pull Wally's sport shirt down over her thighs as she 
remembered the trails of dried sperm that marred the smooth creamy flesh 
there. In her distress, she forgot to hold the unbuttoned shirt together at 
the neck and it fell loosely open, revealing one of the full billowing 
breasts beneath. She hurriedly closed the wayward garment, but not before 
Dick Martin's eyes had become glued to the sight of the soft heaving mound 
of velvety flesh. 

"Please, Mr. Martin, could we talk about this some other time? I've had an 
extremely upsetting afternoon and I'd like to be left alone," she said in 
desperation. 

"Tomorrow evening at seven at my house," he quickly agreed. Shirley was 
surprised to notice that his voice had softened again and was almost shaky, 
but it quickly resumed its angry timbre as he added loudly, "And for God's 
sake, try to stay away from the children tomorrow. We all need a rest!" 

Amen, the exhausted widow thought bitterly as the front door banged loudly 
shut after the departing man. Too weary to rise, she curled up on the sofa 
and quickly drifted to sleep, her face childishly peaceful above the huge 
plaid sport shirt that loosely cloaked her slender body. 

 CHAPTER 10 

"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Brown? We haven't really been formally introduced, 
but Jimmy uttered your name with such feeling that I would have to be a 
cold-hearted man to ever forget it. I'm surprised and perhaps a little 
disappointed that you actually came over tonight. On time too. You're lucky. 
I had planned to call the district attorney at five after seven." 

Shirley blushed and stared miserably at the floor as she heard the acid tone 
he was taking with her. It had been an exercise of all her courage to keep 
the appointment with Wally's father this evening and now she knew it was 
going to be just as horrible as she had feared. She nervously sat down in 
one of the Martin's living room chairs and waited for the attack she knew 
would be forthcoming. 

"Why did you come this evening, Mrs. Brown?" the handsome man asked coldly. 
"To find out what I think about your unspeakable behavior with those 
youngsters?" 

"No, that's not it at all," Shirley spoke up hurriedly, aware of the man's 
eyes taking in the lush curves of her body beneath the light summer dress 
she had chosen. Suddenly, she was afraid that he might be thinking that she 
wanted to seduce him as well as his son. "I know it was mostly my fault. I 
really wanted to ask you for your help and advice, if you could ever 
understand what really happened. You see, I just moved to Westwood last week 
and now..." 

"And now you can't fit all the little boys into your schedule, right?" he 
sarcastically finished for her. "You sound just like my wife. When she ran 
away with the next door neighbor, she left broken hearts for three blocks 
around." 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Shirley gasped, wishing she had never spoken. "Have ... 
have you heard from her?" 

"Sure, they sent me an invitation to their wedding right after the divorce. 
That was fourteen years ago when Wally was only two years old." The sadness 
left his voice as he angrily added, "She left me because of him and now the 
poor kid's got to go to an institution because of another one just like 
her." 

"Wally's sixteen? That seems impossible," she couldn't help exclaiming. 

"He doesn't have enough brains to figure out the things that put lines on 
people's faces," 

Wally's father coldly explained. "He was just like any other youngster, 
playing with the kids in the neighborhood. He could have gone on doing it 
too, if it hadn't been for you! Damned women, they never do anyone any 
good!" 

"What do you mean?" the lovely brunette inquired, truly puzzled by what he 
had said. "What happened wasn't right-I was forced to do what I did. But it 
didn't seem to hurt Wally in any way." 

"Mrs. Brown, Wally isn't smart enough to recognize the formalities that are 
sometimes needed in life, but he is a physically healthy young man with 
normal drives. Up to now, he hasn't known what to do with those drives, but 
now ... well, I've got to put him away before he rapes somebody on the 
street, not realizing that he's doing something wrong." 

"I'm really sorry," she said sincerely her heart breaking at the unhappiness 
she could see on the man's face. "But apparently that redheaded boy, Neil, 
had been telling him things anyway. Actually, neither Wally nor I had too 
much choice in the whole thing. Neil started it all." 

"Yeah, Wally told me about what Neil said to you," Dick Martin nodded 
grudgingly. "But dammit, what does your husband think about you playing 
around with young Jimmy? What made you do a thing like that?" 

Shirley thought hard for a minute before answering, then decided to tell the 
truth: "My husband's been dead for ten years, Mr. Martin. I guess Jimmy kind 
of reminded me of him and I lost control for a short time. It's all over 
now." 

"For you maybe, but what about Wally?" he exploded, his green eyes flashing 
sparks of fury. "You're just like her. Just because you've got a pretty face 
and a body that stops traffic, you think you can do anything you feel like, 
ruining anybody's life who gets in your way. I swore I'd marry an ugly woman 
after she left, but she ruined me for all but the-likes of you and I wasn't 
going to let my son be hurt by another one like that! Now, after all these 
years, you come along!" 

Shirley slumped back in the chair, fighting back her tears. If killing 
herself would have erased what had happened, she would have gladly slit her 
wrists at that moment. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to 
run to Wally's father, to hold him and comfort him, but she knew that the 
idea was ludicrous. She was the cause of his grief and the handsome, brawny 
man had every right to hate her with every atom in his body. 

"Do you understand?" Dick Martin raged. "I've shared everything with him for 
sixteen years! He's my son! I'm his best friend ... And he's mine." His fury 
wearing down a little, the tall, brawny man leaned despairingly against the 
wall on the other side of the room. "We did everything together. Everything 
except this one thing ... and now I'm going to have to send him away." 

Shirley searched her mind for some words of consolation, but before she 
could say anything, the door behind her chair pulled open and both she and 
Dick Martin turned to see Wally standing in the doorway. 

"Hey, who you talkin' to, Dad? I heard you say something to somebody," the 
rugged-looking youth said slowly, smiling inquiringly at his father. 
Instinctively knowing that Dick Martin did not want Wally to know of their 
meeting, she quickly huddled down into the chair. 

"Nobody. Go back downstairs and watch television," the older man gruffly 
commanded. "I'll be down in a minute." 

"Okay, Dad," the youth shrugged amiably, but nevertheless stepped into the 
living room. "I guess I'll get a glass of soda while I'mhey, why didn't ya 
tell me she was here?" 

Wally's usually dull eyes lit up with delight as he noticed Shirley in the 
chair for the first time. She smiled uncertainly at the boy, then looked 
over to his father for some hint as to what to do next. 

"Oh well, I ... I..." Dick Martin faltered in embarrassment. 

"You wanna do it too?" Wally asked happily, moving closer to Shirley's 
chair. "I'll show you how. Neil told me all about it. It's easy and 
she-likes it a lot too!" 

Before anyone could utter a word, the boy had reached out and jerked down 
the zipper of the lovely brunette's dress and began to tug it up over her 
head. Shirley resisted for a moment, then went limp as she felt the dress 
begin to tear at the shoulders from the youngster's enthusiastic strength. 
She knew she could be hurt badly by his innocent young strength if she 
resisted. 

"Wally, I think. . . " his father began, then stopped as the dress pulled 
free of Shirley's body. His eyes locked on the gorgeous body that had been 
the cause of all his sorrow and his face set into an expression that was a 
strange mixture of anger and wistfulness. 

"What difference does one more time make?" the older man said almost to 
himself, then looked up at his son. "Alright, Wally, let's do it. I've done 
it a few times before, but this time we'll do it together. Okay, son?" 

"Wow, yeah," the boy almost shouted with glee. He dropped the dress on the 
floor and began to tear at his own clothing. 

"Mr. Martin, please," Shirley weakly protested, trying vainly to hide her 
voluptuous body from his gaze with her hands. She had worn nothing under her 
dress but her bra and panties and now she could feel the man's eyes boring 
through even that scant covering. "This is insane. You can't mean it." 

"There are several mothers in this neighborhood who would not be as 
understanding with you as I have been, Mrs. Brown," Wally's father murmured 
softly, an unmistakable threat in his tone. "After what you've been doing 
with these boys, I can't believe you're really embarrassed." 

"Aw, don't listen to any of that stuff, Dad," Wally said cheerfully. "They 
always talk like that, even though they really want to. She did the same 
thing last time." 

Shirley sat there for a long moment, clearing her mind of all thought, then 
reached behind her back to unclasp the hooks of her bra. She knew better 
than to let her mind dwell on what was about to occur, or she would never be 
able to go through with it. It wasn't the boy she minded so much-In fact, 
she was already aware of a little thrill of excitement in her loins at the 
thought of enjoying his monstrous young penis again. No, it was the 
frustrating humiliation of being forced to submit to the young boy's father 
that filled her with revulsion. 

She had fled the city to escape men like him-men who would thoughtlessly use 
her body for their own satisfaction, then toss her aside like just one more 
piece of female meat. It was all she could do not to just grab her clothing 
and run from the house, no matter who would see her. But she knew she 
couldn't. Westwood was filled with loving parents and Dick Martin would 
undoubtedly tell them all what she had done, if she tried to leave now. 
Staring unseeingly ahead of her, Shirley rose from the chair and slipped her 
nylon panties down over her shapely legs and dropped them onto the crumpled 
pile of her dress and bra. 

"Gee whiz, she sure is p r e ll y," Wally breathed looking over to his 
father as he reached out to run his fingertips lightly over Shirley's bare 
flesh. "How are we gonna do it?" 

"You'll see, son," Dick Martin advised him in a strange, flat voice. "You 
get down on the floor and make her sit on your cock. Then, we'll show her 
how nice it is to play around with strange little boys." 

Excitement was already coursing through Shirley's body from the touch of 
Wally's fingers and the sight of his huge thick prick rising from his 
muscular loins. She allowed the boy to pull him down to the floor beside 
him, then crawled over his body, placing her pubic area directly over his. 
She straddled him on her hands and knees and felt her vagina begin to tingle 
anxiously as his hard young prick pressed tight against her flat lower 
abdomen. A moan escaped her throat as the youth began to squeeze the nipples 
of her breasts, thrilling her until she forgot the humiliation she had felt 
a moment before. The only thing she remembered now was how wonderful the 
boy's monstrous cock had felt yesterday, pummeling inside her wide-stretched 
pussy, and her cunt-lips began to throb and swell in joyous anticipation. At 
last, Wally reached down between their bodies to seize this thickly-veined 
penis, bending it down and back toward her openly palpitating cunt. The 
lust-driven boy strained his long rigid shaft against her pelvic bone for a 
moment, then suddenly forced it all the way back and Shirley felt the hugely 
throbbing head wedge into the open lips of her inflamed pussy. 

"Go on, son, get it in there," Dick Martin's deep determined voice came from 
behind them. 

Obediently, Wally grasped the widow's waist and pressed her downward, 
lowering her slowly onto his excitedly pulsing member. Shirley gasped 
breathlessly as she felt the hard, mushroom-shaped head tunneling deep up 
into her belly, and then she gave a tiny cry of surprise as she felt the 
lust hardened tip collide with her cervix as the full fleshy moons of her 
buttocks came to rest on the youngster's heavily-corded thighs. 

"That's right, Mrs. Brown, you get even more that way," Dick Martin chuckled 
from behind her. "And you'll have even more in a minute. Wally, hold her 
tight. I think she's going to start complaining again." 

The tall handsome man threw away the last of his clothing and stared 
distastefully down at the beautiful woman crouched over his son's loins. She 
was gorgeous-the rampant state of his own cock would attest to that-but he 
wanted to punish her for what she had done to him and his son, to punish her 
for being so much like that other woman in Wally's life, his mother. He got 
to his knees on the floor behind Shirley and placed his hands on the smooth 
rounded globes of her behind. 

"Oh God. What are you doing?" Shirley cried out in alarm as she felt the 
man's strong wiry fingers opening her buttocks, drawing soft fleshy cheeks 
apart. She hadn't understood what Wally's father had just said to her, but 
she tried to wriggle away, in alarm when she suddenly felt one of the man's 
fingers touch the tiny, now completely defenseless ring of her anus. She 
tried to tense her buttocks together, but the pressure of his thumbs 
inserted in the moist crevice was too great. They were stretched cruelly 
away from each other until she could feel cool air rushing in to lave the 
warm interior between her thighs. "Stop that, Mr. Martin! I can't do that!" 

"Move her up and down on your prick, son. Make her feel good," the older man 
instructed. "When I get this tight little hole stretched a bit, we'll both 
fuck her at the same time. Now, hold her tight!" 

Shirley gave a tiny cry of protest, tears coming from her eyes, as she 
realized what they were going to do to her. That man was planning to make 
love to her in her tiny virginal back passage! She would never live through 
this-she could never face anyone again after this ultimate degradation and 
subjugation. Yesterday had been tame compared to this. What had ever made 
her think that Wally's father might have wanted to help her escape from the 
terrible situation she was in? He was even worse than the others, a devil, a 
horrible fiend. 

Shirley tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Dick Martin, but it was 
useless as Wally grabbed her hips and began to powerfully lift her body up 
and down like a limp sack of potatoes, skewering her mercilessly on his huge 
teenage shaft. His father continued to probe with the tip of his finger for 
a minute on the outer edges of the small brown elastic circle and then 
suddenly shoved forward with a sadistic grin on his face, sinking it in with 
a pop up to the first knuckle. Shirley jumped forward from the pain, but 
kept silent. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was 
hurting her. 

Dick Martin moved the finger around in the tight tiny opening in little 
rotating circles as the widow's voluptuous body was propelled up and down 
over Wally's bucking loins. Gradually, the pain lessened and Shirley became 
more aware of the beautiful sensation of the boy's mammoth prick pistoning 
in and out of her wide-stretched vagina. She relaxed a little and began to 
move her hips voluntarily to meet each powerful thrust of the cock 
thundering up into her cunt, grazing the sensitive cervix and filling her as 
she had never been filled before. For a breathless moment, the obscene 
intrusion in her rectum actually felt good, intensifying all her sensations, 
just the way it had yesterday afternoon, but then suddenly, she felt the 
extra pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly alongside the first. 
This time, it did hurt and she jerked up away from Wally in a futile effort 
to escape the painful entry. 

Oh God, no, Shirley thought as she saw Wally reach out to push her back 
toward his father, they really meant to do this awful thing to her. What had 
seemed like little more than a cruel joke designed to frighten and humiliate 
her was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying reality. She tried again to 
cringe her buttocks away but it was useless. Both males held her solid as 
the older man wormed his fingers in and out of her, turning and twisting 
them in the tight narrow hole in preparation for the oncoming assault. The 
pain began to lessen more and more and gradually the widow came to almost 
enjoy the sensation from the unnatural reaming. Then suddenly the fingers 
were pulled out of her. 

The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus 
clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. The 
older man hobbled closer, pushing her lush legs wider with his knees, 
dropping his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, 
moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending strange delicious 
shivers coursing over the beautiful woman's back. Wally had stopped his lewd 
pumping and Shirley knew he too was breathlessly waiting to see what was 
about to happen. 

Then she felt the father's hand jerk her hips higher, momentarily freeing 
her loins from the impalement of Wally's monstrous cock. He grasped harshly 
at her soft hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his long, 
thick cock in the moist naked split of her drenched pussy, running it up and 
down the full length, moistening it with her own excited wetness. Then, 
squeezing it tightly, he guided the pulsing cock forward until it touched 
the slightly stretched anus and pressed hard against it. 

Shirley shuddered in fear at the first naked contact. God, it would never 
fit. It felt at least as big as Wally's! She could never take that into her 
rectum without her whole belly ripping in half! She tried desperately to 
wriggle away but both father and son held her securely sandwiched between 
them. She could feel the man's hairy loins behind her and his hard cock 
searching and probing into her upturned buttocks. Then she felt a direct 
probing between his thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew 
into an unresisting hardness. 

"Oh, no, please! Aaaaaaaaaggggghhh!" she screamed as she felt the tight 
resisting nether ring of her anus suddenly giving way before the unyielding 
pressure of his cock, its head popping inside with a slight stretching jerk. 
She screamed and babbled incoherent pleas for mercy as the blunt intrusion 
of the older man's thick shaft vibrated through every fiber of her being, 
pusing the soft velvety flesh inside of her wide-stretched anal passage in 
great painful waves before it. She groaned with agony as it sank deeper, 
deeper, deeper ... on and on into her until she felt the coarse hair of his 
loins smack heavily into the softness of her buttock cheeks. He was 
completely buried up inside of her rectum, in her tiny virgin ass-hole, all 
the way up to the hilt! 

Tears of anguish began to well up into her blue eyes and overflowed onto her 
cheeks as the cock in her back passage jerked teasingly within her. Then, 
Wally, who had pulled his cock all the way out of her while his father 
penetrated her narrow little anus, wrapped his young powerful hands around 
Shirley's tiny waist once again and drove her down over his hard, waiting 
cock. It slithered tightly into the moist open cavern of her pussy and the 
beautiful brunette moaned deliriously as she realized that she was 
hopelessly impaled on the two lust-hardened cocks of the father and son. She 
could feel the thickness of the one in her rectum begin to rub against the 
teenager's monstrous organ there below, separated only slightly by the thin 
membrane between her vagina and her back passage. But as she squirmed to 
escape the inhuman impalement, the widow suddenly realized that the pain was 
becoming weirdly pleasurable and she began to experimentally move backward 
to meet the jerking thrusts of the boy's, father's loins. 

There was no further delay. Dick, already excited by the lewd spectacle of 
this strange, gorgeous woman accepting his son's gigantic cock into her 
willing cunt, began to fuck furiously into the soft rubbery depths of her 
rectum, when the youth began thrusting up into her pussy with long hard 
strokes that made the floor beneath them squeak protestingly. As if by a 
prearranged signal, both men pulled their fiery pricks almost out of her 
panting body, leaving on the bloated, blood-filled heads within her soft wet 
pussy and her ravished sphincter-then simultaneously, they drove deep into 
her body until Shirley felt like the two cocks were about to tear into her 
belly. They began to move in unison, buffeting her body between them like a 
sack of soft foam-rubber and she uttered a single low whine of surprised 
pleasure as they smacked into her body with more and more passion. 

It was like nothing she had ever dreamed of before-both of the dual passages 
up between her legs filled to the limit with rock-hard male flesh, father 
and son slamming into her body with almost superhuman strength. Again and 
again, the two men, older and younger, pounded against her quivering flesh, 
pistoning into her open orifices. The pain was completely gone and she 
didn't want it to stop now, not ever! 

It didn't matter anymore that one man hated her, that she had ruined the 
life of the other. It was impossible to remember anything but the beautiful 
kind of masochistic joy along with the sheer physical bliss she felt from 
the very helplessness of her position. The lewd, obscene thought that she 
was being sodomized and fucked in her cunt and ass-hole by two cocks at the 
same time filled her with a strange kind of rapture and he slammed her hips 
backwards to meet the upward thrusts of the two pricks, sinking as much of 
them into her ass-hole and cunt as she could possibly hold. Her whole body 
was a quaking .mass of lovely smooth flesh and she undulated wantonly 
between them in wild abandonment. A magnificent, almost volcanic sensation 
was building, building, higher and higher inside her and she felt that 
something great was about to happen, something bigger than she had ever 
known before. 

"Ah ... ah ... aaaaaaaaghh!" Shirley suddenly groaned as the waves of 
wonderful electric orgasm hit her loins and flooded out through her whole 
writhing body, making her forget everything in the world but what she was 
feeling, the glorious sensations that were pounding like stormy surf through 
her body. 

"Jesus, look at her go, Wally. She's cumming, son," Dick grunted as he 
rammed his prick hard down into her ravished rectum, leaving it there for a 
moment as he watched her body jerk and buck from the cresting climax. 
Considering that she'd been a widow for ten years, she certainly could take 
a lot of hard cock, though he had to admit she was acting like she hadn't 
been getting enough for along, long time. 

"Gee, Dad, it feels like she's gonna do it again," Wally grunted as he felt 
the beautiful brunette's vaginal muscles tighten more around his plunging, 
engulfing prick. 

"Christ ... I ... think ... you're ... right," Dick said with disbelief, 
measuring his words with a stroke apiece as he once again started pumping 
into her. He could feel her ass-hole tighten on him, despite how brutally 
stretched it was, and sensed another shudder of orgasm tear through her 
helplessly skewered body. The helpless woman was out of her mind with desire 
now and throbbed out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever until he 
thought it would never stop in preparation for the next one. Christ, had his 
own innocent Wally stumbled upon one of those rare women who just came and 
came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion? It seemed impossible and 
yet she quivered and groaned, tightening more and more hungrily around the 
cocks relentlessly pounding into her wetly stretched passage. Again and 
again they slammed into her, fucking faster and faster until her tongue hung 
out loosely between her lips and she gasped desperately for air, her dark 
hair spilling and swaying as she worked to get the most sensation from their 
steadily accelerating pace. 

Then, suddenly, Shirley's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like 
groan erupt from deep in the throat of the sweating young boy filling her 
cunt with his thick cock from below. She peered down between her dancing 
breasts to watch his monstrous prick begin to throb out its boiling hot 
liquid deep inside her voraciously sucking pussy. She could see it jerking 
forward and tunneling its way as deeply in her as it could possibly go to 
shoot its hot flood of sperm far, far up into her wildly contracting belly. 
Then she saw the lewd white fluid of his pent-up desires bubbling and 
overflowing out his tightly sheathed penis and down the insides of her 
widespread legs. 

"Oh, Dad, it's cummin' ... it's cummin'! " Wally cried up into the air. He 
jammed up into her crazily a last time, causing her to jump from the pain as 
the blunt head of his prick collided against her cervix, then collapsed 
against the floor as his own sperm dripped out of her and down onto his 
completely drained testicles. 

Shirley could feel the older man's hot load building up too to the bursting 
point as his prick thickened and flexed in her desperately contracting 
rectum, and she clamped even harder on it to speed on his orgasm. Suddenly 
she felt the white bubbling river of his cum shoot with a spurting thud deep 
against the inside walls of her desperately milking rectum as she pitched 
out of control with her own final orgasm, the excruciating pleasure rippling 
through every bone and muscle of her body in almost electrical shocks. She 
could feel the jerking pulsating of his spewing cock as it emptied its 
deposit of white-hot male juices deep, deep up into her still greedily 
contracting bowels. 

For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent 
room, until finally Dick rolled over from between the young widow's 
buttocks, his deflating cock slipping from her flooded ass-hole with a 
slight, sucking popping sound. Thin strings of his sticky white cum still 
spanned the short distance between the end of his penis and her slowly 
closing anus. Shirley felfa quick draft of cool evening air flow over her 
naked crotch like a soothing balm to her thoroughly used genitals. She 
rolled off of Wally's panting body and lay between the sprawled forms of the 
father and son, her legs still open as the pink loose folds of her vulvae 
glistened with the sticky white seminal fluid that dribbled out from deep in 
her dilated womb. Thin streams of it trickled out to run down into the soft 
yielding crevice of her buttocks and mix with that of Dick's oozing wetly 
from her forever-stretched rectum. 

Slowly the widow's sense began to return to her and her happiness quickly 
faded as she realized that she had been used like a common whore. She 
bitterly wondered if Dick Martin was going to simply hand her her clothing 
and shove her out into the street, with the lewd sperm from his cock and his 
son's still dribbling down her legs. Or maybe he would call the police now, 
or "spend another hour castigating her for her immorality. After all she had 
been through in the past week, Shirley couldn't bear the thought of any more 
attacks on her body or mind. She was just about to reach for her clothing 
when she heard Wally lift his head and begin to speak. 

"Gee whiz, Dad, how come we never did that before? You liked it too. I could 
tell." 

Shirley braced herself for the blistering sarcasm she was certain was about 
to come from Wally's father's lips. He would make some excuse, then revile 
her in front of his son to teach him a lesson. Well, why not? the widow 
shrugged mentally. She had sunk down as far as she could go now, and the boy 
was probably the only one who didn't realize it. 

"Yes, I liked it, son. I'm sorry we never did do it before," Dick Martin 
finally admitted, his voice surprisingly gentle. "But we waited for the 
best, I guess. It's too bad that Mrs. Brown..." 

Shirley was dumbstruck by the man's words. Unable to stop herself, she 
opened her eyes to look at him and saw an infinite amount of tenderness in 
his face. Instinctively she cringed back as he reached out toward her, but 
he merely laid his hand on her smooth white stomach and rubbed gently. 

"I guess I can understand why you've been having a little trouble-you've 
been doing without a man for a long time, haven't you ? " he softly 
inquired. "I'm sorry I was so nasty before. You're a real woman, Mrs. Brown, 
but I don't guess there would be any way we could ever do this again. It 
would be good for both Wally and me, but I suppose you'd better leave 
Westwood before word gets around about you and the other boys." 

Shirley nodded dumbly. She too had come to the same painful conclusion, but 
earlier in the day, she had only been sorry to leave her lovely new home. 
Now, staring at this handsome, gentle man, she suddenly felt another, 
greater sense of loss. This was the kind of person she had been hoping to 
meet all these years, and though he had been rough with her, she knew that 
it was only because she had hurt his son. For a short while this evening, 
she had felt at home, a part of a real family, but she knew it was over now 
and she glumly made a move as if to rise. 

"Whadya mean, leave here?" Wally indignantly exclaimed, possessively 
grabbing her shoulder to restrain her. "Why can't she live with us?" 

"Oh, Wally, I have to go," Shirley murmured, fighting to restrain the tears 
of sorrow that were rising to her eyes. "I like you very much and your dad 
too. But I don't know how we could ever do this again ... or if your dad 
would really ever want to." She remembered what Dick Martin had said about 
having to send the boy to an institution and she barely stifled a sob. 

"Oh Christ, I've been so stupid to spend all these years without a woman," 
Dick groaned angrily, hitting his head. "If only I could have found you 
years ago ... but it wouldn't have made any difference. I wouldn't have 
trusted you and, even now, we're all going to loose each other anyhow." 

"Mr. Martin, I have to go back to the city," the beautiful brunette 
hesitantly began, looking up at him from under her long dark lashes. "But 
maybe your problem could be solved if you and Wally came up to visit me 
there." She blushed faintly at her own boldness and added softly, "I 
wouldn't mind. We could be friends and ... Wally ... would learn that I'm 
the only one he could ... well, you know." 

It took a second or two for the misery on Dick Martin's face to give way to 
an expression of burgeoning hope, but then, he suddenly leaned forward to 
kiss Shirley heartily on the cheek. 

"I don't know. It's a long, long shot," he said slowly, shaking his head 
doubtfully. But then he smiled and added, "But it's worth a try. I'd do 
anything to keep him and ... I could easily enjoy this method." He looked 
down at his deflated penis and grinned almost boyishly. "It's been a long 
time for me too, you know." 


CHAPTER ll 

"Wow, this sure is a pretty place, Aunt Shirley," Wally exclaimed for the 
umpteenth time since he and his father had come to visit Shirley for the 
first time since she had found her spacious new apartment in one of the 
nicest parts of the city. She had gotten virtually all of her money back 
from the realtor and decided that after ten years of scrimping, it was about 
time she started to use some of the money she had earned. Though she still 
longed for the wide-open feeling of the country, this apartment with its 
panoramic view of the city lights was a lovely place and she was enjoying 
her freedom from the frightening situation she had found in suburban 
Westwood. 

"Thank you, sweetheart. I had you in mind when I picked it out," Shirley 
replied with a mischievous glint in her soft brown eyes. "There's a big 
balcony for picnics and the walls are absolutely sound-proof." 

"Then you really don't mind our coming up here?" Dick Martin said anxiously. 
"I mean it was different when you came to our house ... you're doing us a 
great favor and I kind of feel like we shouldn't impose." 

"Oh, Dick, that makes me feel bad," the beautiful widow said softly as she 
stared across the dinner table at the handsome dark-haired man seated at the 
other end. "You know this means more to me than that. I don't tell you about 
what I think all the time, but that's because I don't want you to feel like 
I want anything from you. These evenings we spend together are the most 
beautiful times of my life." Embarrassed that she had spoken so openly 
before the man and his son, she stared down at her plate and began to cut a 
piece of the steak she had made. She and the Martins had met three times 
already and each time, Shirley had realized that she liked both the father 
and the son more and more until she was almost afraid to think about it. 

"Well, do you think you might want to spend some days with us too?" Dick 
said uncertainly. "I just bought an old farm out in the country, where Wally 
can run around wherever he-likes and he can't get into any trouble. Do you 
think you might like it?" 

"Oh Dick, how wonderful," she said wistfully. "When could I come? I'll pack 
a big lunch." 

"Naw, that's not it," Wally spoke up thickly through a mouthful of mashed 
potatoes. "You're supposed to come live with us. Don't you wanna?" 

Equally shocked by the boy's revelation, Shirley and Dick stared silently at 
each other across the table, then the older man burst into quiet chuckles. 

"Well, that's probably the strangest proposal you'll ever get, Shirley," he 
smiled, "but that was sort of what I had in mind. But, if we did get 
married, you'd have to remember one thing," he added with a note of warning 
in his voice. "Wally loves you just as much as I do-so you'd have two men to 
satisfy at night...." 

"I ... I..." she faltered, too surprised to speak. This was better than 
anything she had ever dared hope for and now she was almost afraid to 
believe her ears. Finally, fearful that they were becoming anxious, she 
blurted out the single word: "Yes." 

"Good," Dick said simply, pushing his chair back to rise from the table. "I 
hope you know what you're getting into. Two Martins are a lot of men and 
every night is a bit more than you're accustomed to." 

"I guess I can handle it," she said with a giggle. Then, noticing that Dick 
had left the table and walked into the living room, she called after him, 
"Do you want your dessert in there?" 

"Sure do," he said cheerfully. "Bring her in, Wally." 


THE END
