LLP-345 The Twins And Mother
by Alberta Graham


Chapter 1

"Come on, Don Baby ... the boys won't see ... we'll go into the 
garage!" Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husband's sleeve and 
guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward 
the garage.

"I don't know, Carolyn ..." Don Larsen hesitated at the door, looking 
back toward the house where his two teenage boys could quite easily be 
watching them. Carolyn was so impatient, he thought to himself, almost 
too impatient for his tastes, and yet he didn't really want to 
disappoint her. He was too much in love with the girl for that! Still 
and all, you'd think she might be able to wait until some decent time. 
Or at least until after the wedding on the very next day.

"Come on, Don! Don't you want me as much as I want you?"

Don followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one, almost a 
teenager herself, and Don considered himself lucky at forty-five to 
have her.

"All right, Carolyn. Of course I do. You know I do!"  He was following 
her into the back seat of the car where the young blonde girl had 
already arranged herself in the corner. "It's just that ..."

But Carolyn's arm snaked out and upward, catching the older man around 
the neck and pulling him close to her invitingly reclining body. While 
her moist tongue thrust impetuously in between his lips, her hands 
fumbled downward, reaching for his to place them upon the already 
palpitating mounds of her naked breasts. It was not difficult to reach 
the smooth silken skin of Carolyn's voluptuous breasts, bare beneath 
the light summer dress she wore. There they were right inside the low-
cut top of her dress, set high and full and tantalizingly firm in their 
beckoning warmth and softness.

"Oh, God, Carolyn! You're so beautiful ... so exciting!"

"And you're wonderful, lover!" Carolyn replied, already giving herself 
up to the delightful tingling sensation emanating from Don's careful 
manipulation of her naked breasts. "Oh, that's good! I like it like 
that!"

How long had it been since Don had felt a woman warm and responsive in 
his arms? It wasn't the first time he and his bride-to-be had made 
love. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth time, and yet the widower 
still felt like a novice after the long years without a wife, and only 
an occasional relief during that time from the loneliness he usually 
felt.

And to think that tomorrow all this would be his! Irrevocably his!

"Oh, Carolyn!" he cried. Already his thickening cock was throbbing in 
lustful anticipation, knowing that Carolyn wore no panties beneath her 
dress, already feeling her parted thighs rubbing against him, slowly, 
sensuously. It was hot in the garage and hotter still in the car. June 
in northern California was usually not this hot, but there'd been a 
long dry spell and it was almost as if this were Los Angeles, instead 
of San Rafael.

But the fresh air and the trees, apple and oak and redwoods, fir and 
elm that surrounded Don Larsen's property all spoke of the particular 
atmosphere in Marin County where he and his twin sons had been living 
ever since his wife's death some years before. The house itself was 
large and sprawling, designed by Don himself, who made his living as an 
architect of good reputation in the area. There was a great deal of 
wood in the house and a lot of glass, and it was through the largest 
pane of glass at the side of the house that the two boys now peered 
intensely.

"Yep, they went inside!" Bennie said with his usual calm.

"Of course they went inside! I told you they would, didn't I?" Tim was 
irritable, as he was frequently wont to be.

Two small freckled faces pressed against the pane of glass and two 
tousled shocks of blond hair could have been seen from the outside, had 
anyone been watching. The twins looked almost exactly alike, although a 
few years before neither one of them had liked it very much, now they 
were beginning to enjoy it thoroughly. Not only were they each other's 
best friend and confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of 
pleasure by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny 
resemblance. At thirteen, Bennie and Tim thought themselves to be at 
the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.

"They're doing it!" announced Tim. "I'm sure of it!"

"Let's go see!" cried Bennie. The boy's blue eyes flashed with 
excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boy's freckles were 
arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns across their 
noses, only Bennie had a distinguishing extra freckle on his right ear. 
But because they wore their hair at almost shoulder length, this 
freckle was rarely visible.

"You bet!" replied Tim, and they were both scrambling out the door of 
the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward the garage.

When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls for 
stealth, Bennie!" Tim whispered. "We can't make a sound or they'll hear 
us and stop what they're doing!"

Tim was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him being a few 
minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Bennie replied. "Stealth it 
is!"

With exceeding care Tim pulled the garage door open just enough so the 
two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening. Dressed in T-shirts, 
shorts, and sneakers without socks, they looked the picture of 
wholesome American youth, but within their cunning little minds the 
boys felt a strong determination to prove themselves to be the very 
opposite of what they appeared.

"Listen!" Tim cautioned his brother, and they stood stock still there 
in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of the car came the 
unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.

"Do it to me, Don. Take me now, honey!" She was completely naked and 
cramped in the confining back seat of the Buick; before her Don, too, 
had removed the last article of his clothing, except his shoes and 
socks, which he felt would take too long to put back on. Carolyn knew 
that in moments she would be writhing in sensual torment beneath her 
future husband, enjoying the wanton meeting of bodies that had never 
failed to excite her beyond anything she'd ever known, since the young 
girl's first complete experience at fourteen in her boyfriend's 
playroom. She wanted to hasten the moment as she now felt Don's heavy 
legs pressing hers outward, and suddenly pulsing near her nakedly 
trembling belly, the fiery pole of his lustfully swollen cock.

With one sudden movement, the blonde girl's long legs were parted by 
the widowered architect's naked leg, and the smooth rubbery head of his 
heated cock slid eagerly up between her spread-eagled thighs until it 
bumped against the narrow cleft of her sparsely hair-lined pussy.

Nearby, Tim and Bennie approached, and when they reached the side of 
the car, they daringly peered into the back seat. There, before their 
amazed eyes were the quiveringly hard naked buttocks of their father, 
and below, the wide-spread silken thighs of their future stepmother, 
separated by their father's thrusting body, while Carolyn's slender 
calves gripped compulsively around Don's back.

"CRIPES! THEY ARE DOING IT!" Bennie did not have to speak the words, 
one look exchanged between the twins was enough to send the shattering 
message back and forth between them. Wordlessly, the teenagers looked 
back at the most lascivious sight their young eyes had ever seen.

It certainly was going to make life more interesting, each thought in 
his own way. Nothing in fact would ever be the same again. And that was 
all right with them, considering the dullness they usually had to 
contend with.

Inside the car, Carolyn chanted, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Her heated 
cuntal passage ached for the hard length of Don's advancing penis. She 
wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream 
if he didn't hurry! Once more his excited fingers were working steadily 
at the soft fullness of her breasts which were swollen and filled with 
desire. That was all that seemed to exist now of the former student at 
Berkeley--her stinging breasts and the moistly secreting pussy that 
accepted the hard blunt tip of Don's surging cock as it rubbed against 
her straining young pussy slit. The increasing friction was almost 
unbearable. Impulsively, the young blonde began pushing her hips up 
higher and higher off the car seat, trying to get him to enter her. But 
Don's sliding teasing cock continued to grace her tortured gyrating 
pussy until Carolyn began to claw wildly at his back, begging him in a 
raspy voice.

"Please ... Don ... please. Oh, God, please take me, take me now!"

Outside the window of the car the twins again exchanged glances and 
with bated breath returned their gaze to the lewd encounter between 
their father and the twenty-one year old girl who was soon to be their 
new mother!

The thick sleek head of Don's raging cock stopped its incessant rubbing 
between his fiance's fleshy cuntal lips and slid downward, poised at 
the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. As the older man 
panted a bit in expectation, his hands slipped underneath Carolyn's 
long legs, drawing them upward so that they splayed outward and nestled 
higher upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his 
thick shaft part the girl's sparse blonde pubic hair and insinuate 
itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded her small pussy 
opening, searching, burrowing, sliding.

Don's muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push, push 
hard against the moaning twenty-one year old, feeling the softness of 
her vagina give way, the petal-like lips beginning to open wide to 
admit his hardness deep, deep up inside her. The little hair-fringed 
mouth between Carolyn's open, cream-white thighs yielded willingly, and 
in one sudden thrust Don rammed halfway up inside the girl's crazily 
trembling belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH ... AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Carolyn moaned, her head tossing from 
side to side, her fingernails trailing long red lines along Don's naked 
back as deep within her contracting cuntal walls she felt his heated 
hardness, the thick rigid cock of the man who was going to marry her 
tomorrow.

It was good. It was very good. And the young girl thought that once 
they were married, she would be able to turn Don into quite a lover. 
Just the kind of lover she needed. Everything was going to turn out 
just fine; she would have the security she always wanted, plus the good 
loving her body craved. As soon as fall came she would arrange to have 
the pesky twins sent off to school somewhere, and then her life would 
be absolutely perfect.

But all of this was but a flash in Carolyn's thoughts as, totally 
unaware that her new charges were watching every sordid detail of her 
lustful encounter with their father, the young blonde felt Don moving 
up still higher within the already filled passage of her pliant cunt. 
He certainly did have a good size ... a very good size! Nice and hard 
and big and thick. With a little shudder of delight, Carolyn let 
herself snuggle downward against the upward grinding of Don's turgid 
cock, enjoying the pressure of her own tightly clasping vaginal muscles 
as they rippled wetly and smoothly around the older man's surging 
penis.

Don knew that he couldn't stop now no matter what happened. The 
tenderness of Carolyn's inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around 
his upward surging cock, as with a soulful moan, he rammed it up all 
the way into the depths of her satin-smooth cunt. His dark hair falling 
forward into his eyes, Larsen rocked the full weight of his loins into 
the young girl's pelvis, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his 
searching cock deeper upward inside her. He could feel her legs 
flailing in the air, cramped by the limited space of the back seat of 
the car, and Carolyn's fingernails dug harder into his back. But he 
could only grab onto her cushiony soft buttocks and pull the blonde 
girl's excited loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock.

"OH CAROLYN! Honey ... I LOVE YOU ... GOD I LOVE YOU!" he cried.

The two thirteen year old hearts beat wildly, and each boy knew that he 
had never been so excited in as many years. Tim and Bennie stood 
breathlessly watching, unnoticed while their elders continued the lewd 
fucking right before their eyes. They dared not look away now for fear 
that they would miss some minute portion of the lurid action. 
Everything about this lascivious scene was important to the boys. 
Instinctively, their own young cocks rose high and hard in their 
shorts, filled with the exciting twinges of lust that they felt might 
form a small portion of what their father was feeling.

"Gee, Dad sure is digging it!" Bennie whispered finally, and Tim nodded 
in solemn agreement, noting that Bennie's hand had gone down to grope 
tentatively at his desire-hardened young cock, just as his own had.

"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" Carolyn wailed 
continuously, and the boys grasped harder at their own tingling 
pulsating cocks within the confines of their shorts.

In the car Don was working his hips up, kneeling into his voluptuous 
bride-to-be and using her long limber legs like a wheelbarrow. He was 
sweating profusely and big drops streaked down his forehead onto 
Carolyn's quivering nakedness.

"Christ, Carolyn, Christ!" the older man gasped. It felt better than 
any of their previous lovemaking had, and Don could only congratulate 
himself on his own good fortune. To have such a girl in love with him! 
It wasn't every man who could say this! To have such a creature in his 
bed, in his house, taking care of things, taking care of him! It was 
almost too much to believe!

Suddenly Don pulled halfway out of Carolyn's blonde-fringed clinging 
cunt, and as his back arched upward, the boys got a good glimpse of the 
glistening pink and gold of their future stepmother's gaping pussy. 
Then Don's rigid cock was moving back in, touching every section of her 
secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny. It was stretching 
the young girl's pussy tight, giving her a pleasure that made her cry 
out like a wounded animal. He paused a moment and then started pounding 
against her, steady and hard, until each thrust of his lust-hardened 
cock into Carolyn's wet open pussy created an astounding combination of 
pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second. Wet, 
sluicing sounds and soft pounding thuds met the boys' burning ears as 
they watched the lust-inspiring scene, feeling the hard tingling of 
their own boyish cocks sending messages of urgent need to their young 
brains.

Carolyn's moans seemed to pierce their young bodies as they watched the 
young girl mold her nakedly gyrating flesh up to their father's with 
anxious, frantic motions. Although it was quite warm in the garage the 
boys shivered as their own fingers played tensely along the outline of 
their youthfully stiffened cocks, running up and down with swifter and 
swifter motions that brought greater thrills to their inexperienced 
systems than any they had ever known. This was no ordinary finger-play. 
God, they'd done that often enough! No, the keen emotions they were 
feeling had a reality that no other self-touching ever had!

"Phew!" said Bennie softly to his brother, crouching by the side of the 
family car.

"Yeah ... we're ready for something," Tim agreed, reading his brother's 
thoughts. "Something else!"

While within the car, their father looked down at Carolyn's tightly 
screwed-up features, her normally pretty face distorted by the lustful 
fire raging within her loins as she responded to each strong blow of 
his advancing cock. Don felt like a god. He was lying naked between the 
legs of one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving 
it! He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud 
grunting noise, kneading the smooth moons of the young girl's jiggling 
white breasts in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down 
into the seat of the car, helplessly impaled by his ramming cock.

"Oooooommmmmph!" The blonde moaned feverishly, "Ohhhh Yeah. 
YEAHHHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAEEHH!"

The middle-aged architect's handsome craggy face grew purplish from the 
effort and the strength of his desire, as now with long even strokes he 
continued the glorious fucking that he knew his future wife was 
appreciating. The very forbidden nature of making love in the family 
car, with the boys somewhere in the nearby house, made the normally 
cautious architect more and more excited. Tides of desire rose and fell 
between the aroused couple as they writhed together, grinding in the 
nakedness of their loins against each other with lewd tremblings and 
groans that rocked the car and inflamed the observing children.

Tim and Bennie let their fingers increase the magnificent friction each 
had built up along the lustful length of their slender young cocks. Now 
their hands reached within the elastic top of their shorts feeling the 
naked hotness of their genitals while they watched the frantic 
lovemaking in the Buick.

"OOOOOHHHHH!" Carolyn sang out, feeling her future husband's naked body 
pressing heavily down on hers while the tautly stretched cheeks of her 
quivering buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air, one 
striking against the front seat, the other against the back as her 
cuntal muscles began to vibrate with a new urgency, and then suddenly 
began to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of the former 
student as the older man's driving cock sped ever upward into her, 
pushing the trembling folds of her seeping vagina steadily back, 
massaging the sensitive flesh internally with each labored withdrawal. 
Then Don brought his huge lust-swollen shaft all the way out of the 
young girl's pussy, leaving just the head at the entrance and once more 
with all his might rammed back into her steaming passage.

"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, DONDONDONDON!" she chanted, bucking up against his 
savage thrust.

Don crooned above Carolyn with delight, knowing she was starting into 
her orgasm. Gasping for air himself, he fucked mercilessly deep into 
the soft confines of the blonde girl's cunt, while behind him his two 
sons watched the way his angry-looking cock appeared and disappeared 
into the hungrily clutching aperture of Carolyn's straining pussy. His 
balls ached painfully as his blonde-haired bride-to-be continued to 
grunt steadily with words of lewd encouragement. He knew that he too 
was going to cum and the older man only hoped that he could hold out 
long enough to thoroughly satisfy her! His eagerly throbbing flesh 
seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total 
exhilaration as he dominated the former schoolgirl he was to marry. He 
had watched her grow more beautiful in the two years she'd worked part-
time as a secretary in his office, and now here she was, his--or 
almost, anyway and Christ, he was going to cum any second! His sperm 
was crying out to be released into that deep clinging channel of 
Carolyn's tightly clasping cunt.

Tim and Bennie stood transfixed at the sight of the lewdly fucking 
couple before them, their young penises swelling uncomfortably as they 
squeezed and pulled at the blood-engorged shafts, their eves filmed 
over with a desire-inspired glaze. Both boys' youthful cocks had turned 
a deep red as they slipped the skin hotly back and forth over the 
rubbery tips of their moist sensitive organs.

Their bright white teeth were bared in a lustful grimace as they saw 
their future mother expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her 
entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath their Dad's 
thrusting hardness, her face sometimes visible to them from their 
position was almost unrecognizably distorted by passion. A steady 
wailing moan slipped from her widely separated lips as the young girl 
clung to their father's back with both hands and heels, doing an odd 
sideways dance with her climaxing loins. Her raging hot vagina clung to 
the slipping, pistoning cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing 
sparkles of light seemed to seep throughout her system, throbbing 
wildly through every pore of her being. It was like failing from a tall 
building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and 
flying out into space in a million tiny glittering pieces!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH EEEEEEEE!" Carolyn wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-
rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her long pale legs quivered by 
themselves for several seconds and then the boys saw their father 
quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the wet tenderness of 
Carolyn's open pussy with short hard strokes that triggered her inner 
explosion as well as his.

Every sinew of their father's body was taut, especially those of his 
arms, neck and thighs as he bellowed out his final cry. Simultaneously, 
the twins felt the rush of their own young sperm setting forth a zigzag 
journey that brought with it the acute accumulation of desire and 
torment of their youth. Two blond heads snapped back with the force of 
their release as they arched their own cocks back tightly letting the 
overwhelming waves of pleasure release them from the tension they'd 
known every since they crept into the garage.

It was probably nearly as good as what their father was feeling, each 
thought, and yet both boys knew that "nearly as good" was not quite 
good enough!

As Carolyn lay panting and satiated beneath her future husband, the 
rushing and pounding in her ears prevented her from hearing any other 
sound but her fianc's harsh breathing over her. Neither of them heard 
the two boys slip from the garage and exit into the bright California 
sun; and it was some ten minutes later that Don and Carolyn, 
respectably dressed but flushed from their illicit experience in the 
garage, emerged, arms wound around each other. They smiled and clung 
close to each other as they walked into the house.

"Wonder where the boys have got to?" Don said aloud.

Who cares? thought Carolyn, going to the refrigerator for a snack. She 
made a mental note to have Don get her a self-defrosting refrigerator 
as soon as she moved into the house, and then set about making cold 
iced diet-soda and bologna sandwiches for the two of them.



Chapter 2


Carolyn smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the beach 
slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward. Beyond, the 
sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight. Carolyn had to 
narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her sunglasses off.

"Happy, darling?" Don asked. The wedding had been small but most 
satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Don and Carolyn had headed for the 
airport where they boarded the airplane for Acapulco. The twins had 
been on hand to wave goodbye, and Don was satisfied that they would be 
all right since the housekeeper would look in on them daily and cook 
them dinner every evening.

Don was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone with his new 
bride. He knew that Carolyn had never been out of the country before, 
and it was gratifying to be able to offer her the expensive trip below 
the border.

"I've never been happier, love," Carolyn replied, gazing past her 
husband's shoulder.

There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring at her 
since the first day she and Don had arrived at the posh resort of El 
Molino. The young man and his wife were staying in the adjoining cabana 
and they shared the same swimming pool. All the guests at El Molino 
stayed in little houses rather than in hotel rooms, and each group of 
houses had a large pool at the disposal of its guests.

Carolyn had nodded to the man and had had a few short conversations 
with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the other couple only used 
the pool when the Larsens were not in it, so Don and Carolyn refrained 
from joining them in the warm water. Instead, they had come down to lie 
on the beach.

Carolyn noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was, and 
thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though that Don 
had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests. They were, 
after all, on their honeymoon, and Don wanted her all to himself. The 
young blonde had gone along with this for the first few days, but now 
they'd been at El Molino almost a full week, and Carolyn was beginning 
to feel a little restless.

It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most beautiful 
young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel boys gaped in 
admiration when she walked by in her bikini.

The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Carolyn wanted to dance the 
fast numbers and Don only felt comfortable with the slow ones.

Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the 
stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, 
and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down 
on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the 
exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she 
lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she 
shivered a bit with excitement.

"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Don asked. She 
could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.

"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"

Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's fingers as 
he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His 
smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely 
firmness of her thighs.

"Mmmmm ..." she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to 
imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her 
intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing 
really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a 
smile of contentment coming to her lips.

"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her 
bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as 
they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down into the blanket 
that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the 
contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed 
through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's fingers were firm on her back now, 
and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked 
breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Don was very 
self-conscious around other people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency 
toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her 
beauty was appreciated.

She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on 
his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes 
Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the 
sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further 
down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it 
was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to 
massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was 
looking could see!

He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the 
kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed 
together!

Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and 
the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded 
her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like 
to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good 
thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Don, 
her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the 
resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even 
though Carolyn couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't 
feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely 
fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, 
totally mindless and happy.

Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking 
quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. 
The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so 
steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something 
ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still 
there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created 
a strange stirring in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.

"More?" Don asked tenderly.

"No ... thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short 
nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going 
back to the cabana. That night she and Don would go to the club again. 
A new trio was playing and Don wanted to see them. But Carolyn had 
planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one 
where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see 
some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who 
were all rich enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were 
consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the 
neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.

Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the 
direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was 
practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young 
bride felt a stab of disappointment.

"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd 
been reading.

"No ... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was 
still there."

"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.

"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire 
conversation.

"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who wandered the 
beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the 
main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"

"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile 
pleasantly up at her husband.

She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger 
came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her 
eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It 
was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably 
gone back to the cabana several minutes ago. He was probably swimming 
in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at 
least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn 
felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the 
redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, 
something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when 
she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.

"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"

Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!

The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while 
Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague 
disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was 
lying out flat.

"Oh ... you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. 
Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well 
what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her 
eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is 
beautiful here, isn't it?"

"On your honeymoon?"

Carolyn did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But 
obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she 
replied, "as a matter of fact, I am ... that is, we are!"

"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Jack Williams."

"Mine is Carolyn Bak-... I mean Larsen.

Jack laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he 
asked.

Carolyn laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right 
away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You 
don't have to change your names!"

"Touch. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my 
name away!" Jack was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on 
his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy 
looking.

"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Carolyn was 
astonished.

"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"

Carolyn blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she 
thought about it and she realized that she was Don's second wife, after 
all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Jack had 
had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this 
is your first time out," Jack continued in the same vein.

Carolyn thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to 
ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.

"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that 
he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about 
her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and 
decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something 
intimate. He could do some answering too!

"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"

"Peggy? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't 
still fun, though. Don't get me wrong!"

Carolyn felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her 
nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of 
"Blushing Pink". "She's pretty, your wife," Carolyn said.

"A real beauty," Jack agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his 
bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes 
roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad 
body.

"Well, thank you," Carolyn replied, thinking of her superior legs with 
pleasure.

"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Jack asked, getting 
to his feet.

"Yes," Carolyn replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Don."

"And I'll mention it to Peggy," Jack said as he waved and began to walk 
off down the beach. Carolyn waved back and then applied the last coat 
of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she 
was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that 
Don was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Jack 
Williams talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing 
about it if Don didn't mention it.

*   *   *

The Club St. Louis was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances 
back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it 
wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Carolyn tried 
to explain to Don that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that 
he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place.

They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was 
entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses 
of several Rum Collinses which the couple could not seem to get their 
waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but 
seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the 
dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as 
they would be leaving shortly.

Don had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn 
he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music--or 
was it all that rum?--was giving him a splitting headache.

Across from him, Carolyn sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a 
beat with the frantic music. It made Don nervous every time his pretty 
blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered 
breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could 
see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his 
wife with a curious fixed expression that Don found irritating. He was 
glad that his twenty-one year old bride had agreed to go back home with 
him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too 
disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance 
another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and 
on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried 
to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at 
the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as 
though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Carolyn was 
gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really 
seeming to notice the difficulty Don was having in keeping up.

Don finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, 
and while he was counting out the pesos Carolyn was still bouncing. Don 
noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking 
at the money, but stared licentiously at Carolyn's jiggling breasts, 
taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking 
he could make them his.

"Let's get out of here!" Don said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous 
when you have a wife who looks like Carolyn, he thought to himself. 
Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.

"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Carolyn proclaimed as they were 
getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and 
her speech was slightly slurred.

"Cute!" Don said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."

"Don't you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the 
street?" Carolyn asked.

"Well, yes, but ..."

"They're cute, aren't they?" Carolyn said.

"I suppose so," Don replied. There was no use arguing with Carolyn 
about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his 
lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now 
that they were on their way home from that place.

Don headed back toward El Molino, and as the car began the mounting 
climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. 
He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. 
Carolyn had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of 
Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of 
music, Don thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at 
the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one 
drink there, Carolyn had asked him to take her into town. And how could 
he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Carolyn 
was happy.

They pulled up beside the cabana, the tires crunching in the gravel as 
their car came to a halt. Carolyn waited until Don came around and 
opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the 
steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their 
stay at the resort. Next door Carolyn could see that the lights were 
on. The adjoining house was identical to Carolyn's and Don's down to 
the last detail. Carolyn looked curiously at the bedroom window, and 
noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade.

Then Don guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabana. 
She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that 
was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Don, she said, "Let's 
have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several 
bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit.

To her surprise, Carolyn saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd 
undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the 
covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!

"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.

"Well, I ... uh ..."

"The evening's just beginning!" Carolyn's voice reflected her 
incredulity at the fact that Don was passing out on her.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Don said. "Just forgive me 
this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"

"Oh Christ, what a bore," Carolyn said under her breath, as she turned 
back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink 
first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks 
she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like 
either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she 
was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The 
disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, 
complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.

"Mmm ... perfect!" she declared.

She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the 
world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved 
toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered 
down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It 
seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit 
and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much 
effort to go inside again, so Carolyn decided to swim in her panties 
and brassiere. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, 
except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her 
anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabana as she 
slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up 
there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't 
stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself.

The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and dove in. 
Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with delight at her own 
idea. If anyone could have seen her, they would have noted the gently 
rounded shape of her pubic mound, clearly delineated by the taut silken 
fabric of her panties, and behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks 
that were cupped tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her brassiere 
fit over her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode 
over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them 
underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or perhaps a 
mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the night was black 
as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the center of the thick 
foliage that surrounded all of the cabanas.

She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing that her 
husband was asleep up there, and that Jack and his new wife Peggy were 
probably having sex in their room. She was beginning to imagine what 
they would look like together, the things they would do. It was fun to 
visualize their coupling naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would 
make! She giggled and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the 
pool, and when she was all the way down, she opened her eyes ... just 
in time to see Jack swimming toward her!

For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt extremely 
pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard concrete bottom of 
the pool and, holding her breath all the way, went soaring up to the 
surface. Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, 
and looked around for Jack. He came up beneath her and wrapped his arms 
around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled 
in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to 
plunge once more to the liquid depths.

It was innocent fun, Carolyn felt, and she was completely relaxed as 
they once more rose to the surface. She shook the water from her eyes, 
her wet blonde hair flying backward behind her.

"Where's Peggy?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her fingers tried to 
pull up on the brassiere which kept slipping down to expose her nipples 
completely. But she figured Jack couldn't see that much of her in the 
dark anyway.

"Not just yet," Jack replied. "She's busy right now. What about your 
spouse?"

"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until morning!" 
Carolyn swam to the edge where her drink was waiting. She decided she'd 
better not get out of the water just yet with her soaked underwear, so 
she trod water as she took some more of the potent liquid.

"Funny meeting you like this," Jack said. He was directly behind her, 
and Carolyn turned, but not quickly enough, to see just how close he 
was getting. His strong hard body was pressing against hers, and there 
was nothing else to do but accept the forbidden kiss that he offered 
her. All thoughts of twisting away from the handsome stranger were lost 
in the violent thrill that Carolyn felt racing through her entire body, 
and she thought that she would melt from the heat of the excitement 
that rose inside her. The contact of Jack's long lean body against hers 
in the water caused something like an electrical current to race 
through her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips.

Jack could feel that there would be little resistance in the little 
blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with his tongue, 
and he took them both down beneath the surface of the water again. 
Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's brassiere so that her 
highly toned breasts swelled free in the water. Gently he massaged the 
pointed little tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement 
of his touch.

His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year old's naked 
flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the two newlyweds 
performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly locked together in 
each other's arms in the solitude of the blue water.

Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than fifty feet 
away, Carolyn felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her 
liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of excitement she craved. 
This was the unexpected happening she'd been yearning for. But what 
about Don? Well, wasn't it his fault for falling asleep on her? What 
husband would fall asleep on his bride of a few days, no matter how 
tired he was? It was easy to work up a degree of anger against her 
sleeping spouse, and to explain away the desire that she could not 
resist. She could feel the hard ridge of Jack's cock pressing against 
her bare stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the 
length of her spine.

After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly explore the 
inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked 
gently on it. It felt unreal to her ... she began to pretend she was 
another person ... she was no longer a wife with a sleeping husband; 
she was in a living dream and there would be no consequences to her 
actions whatever they were.

And when Jack floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the 
blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming 
desire for the stranger.

By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her 
head back against Jack's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick 
undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabanas. Carolyn felt 
relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly 
harbored magically submerged as Jack's hands began a gentle stroking 
motion along the surface of her wetly glistening belly. He brushed his 
fingers lightly over her midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the 
softness of her flesh.

Carolyn moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the thin elastic 
waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever so slightly as she 
took a deep breath, and making a decision, she lifted her buttocks up 
from the ground so that the soaking material could be more easily 
removed. Jack pulled slowly, and the blonde bride could feel her flimsy 
bikini panties being peeled off bit by bit, first rolling down her 
shapely thighs over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay 
completely naked, fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.

"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first time since 
he had begun to make love to her. Carolyn, opening her eyes wide, saw 
the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes, his wet hair curled 
in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no turning back now. Besides, 
no one would ever know. She knew she was going to go through with it. 
The whole thing! Her sensuous body seemed to be demanding that she 
indulge in it, as a shudder of desire passed through her. Jack was 
removing his swimming trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing 
his eyes from the sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there 
side by side scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising 
between them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though 
they were somehow attached to each other. Then Jack reached out and 
gently turned the twenty-one year old blonde girl over on her side away 
from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss, leaning way 
over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly against her from 
the back. She could feel the lust-swollen breadth of his penis pulsing 
against her cool buttocks while he kissed her, his mouth seemingly 
glued to her lips. And then the hardness of his penis was sliding 
downward, parting the natural slit between her soft buttocks until it 
finally arrived at the pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. 
The tip of his thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hair-rimmed 
entrance of her moist warm pussy.

Jack's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted lips as he 
started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips, letting the full 
length of his torso press against her back. Instinctively, Carolyn 
parted her legs slightly and began an answering motion, making small 
but insistent jerking movements while she began to suck furiously on 
Jack's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat as she strained 
her head back to meet him.

Jack's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight cuntal 
passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with each movement 
the illicit lovers made.

Then Jack pushed against her and, holding onto Carolyn's waist, he 
pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The upraised cheeks of 
her buttocks trembled above his cock as Carolyn was forced to assume a 
kneeling position in front of him.

"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position. Then Jack 
gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think about that, 
because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the pliant circle of her 
pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the 
soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid 
shaft into her high-held cunt, until it was in to the hilt.

"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward while he 
pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was imbedded all the 
more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of the young wife's 
yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd imagined. Nice and tight 
and wet and warm. His excited penis jerked inside of her, wanting to 
release a flood of semen into her quivering depths at that very second. 
But he would wait a while before that happened, he thought.

Beneath him Carolyn let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her neighbor's 
cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and began to wriggle 
her hips, screwing herself back toward him so that he would enter her 
still further. The young girl acted as though she wanted to devour him, 
as though she had not been made love to in weeks. Indeed, she felt as 
though she had not been touched in a long, long while, certainly not 
like this!

Jack's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young wife's 
straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal 
walls, massaging them internally with each steady thrust. He brought 
the glistening hardness of his penis all the way out of her clenching 
pussy, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her 
nakedly quivering softness. And then with all his might he rammed back 
into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against 
her upturned buttocks.

On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring honeymooner, Carolyn 
crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying the thorough fucking she was 
getting from behind. Soft wet noises emanated from the young bride's 
drenched pussy each time Jack fucked into her. They began to move in 
perfect time together, both gasping for breath as Jack thrust his 
throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly 
widespread cunt, his nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the 
undersides of her thighs.

Jack began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now, sensing 
that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he felt her 
moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he could make a 
perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her type. He'd known girls 
like Carolyn before, and now he prided himself on his knowledge of 
women. She was the type who would frantically deny any thought of 
wrongdoing, but when it got down to the nitty gritty, she would be 
unable to resist the sensual delights of forbidden sex.

While Peggy was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace of the 
cabana for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Carolyn swimming in 
the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim was something of an 
open invitation for sex. She was ready for something, he figured, and 
it might as well be him! Hot little number, this one! he thought as he 
felt his sperm begging for release into the steaming pit of Carolyn's 
smoldering pussy. Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt 
something snap inside him.

"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and gravelly 
with lust. He could not hold it back another second. His sperm exploded 
from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of pleasure pierced through 
him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Carolyn's hotly raging 
pussy walls clinging desperately to his spewing penis as she arched 
backwards into his thrusting loins. As she tried to support herself 
with her hands and arms, the young wife did an odd jiggling motion 
against the forward thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet 
waves of white semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb 
filled the narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as 
the twenty-one year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting 
excitement drove all thoughts from Carolyn's mind as a low-toned hum 
came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire-moistened 
folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme pleasure 
throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being shattered, torn 
apart by this man who had known just how to conquer her body in such a 
short time.

"OH ... Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily engulfing 
Jack's spending cock as he continued to make deep in-thrusts into the 
wetness of her hair-surrounded vagina. Beneath him Carolyn's face was 
twisted into a lewd expression of joy as she let herself fall to the 
ground, letting Jack's strong fingers spread her naked ass-cheeks as he 
continued to draw her back to him. The cool of the grass caressed the 
young woman's tingling breasts as they were mashed downward by her 
weight.

"Ohhhhh! Don't stop ... don't stop!" she called. It was so good that 
she could hardly stand it, his blunt-ended cock embedded high up within 
her climaxing cunt walls.

"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me ... give it to meeee!" Jack 
crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose to its 
highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He collapsed heavily 
upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out beneath him as his full 
weight pressed down on her delicately built body. His deflating penis 
slid uncomfortably out of the compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and 
he groaned and rolled over on the grass.

Long moments later, Carolyn stirred. She felt less inebriated than 
before, and she felt regret now for what she had done. What had made 
her give in to him like that? She'd only been married a few days and 
yet she had not been able to resist the good-looking neighbor. It 
didn't seem right. But of course there was nothing she could do to undo 
what she'd done. She couldn't change the fact that she'd known such 
mindless delights with the sandy-haired man while her husband was 
nearby sleeping!

"I ... I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.

"So soon?" Jack lay quietly on his back, staring up at the stars. "The 
night is still young. Tell you what ... I left my cigarettes up there 
on the terrace. Want to come up for a minute?"

"But ... but your wife!" Carolyn replied.

"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something interesting."

He took Carolyn by the hand and pulled her up. As if to persuade the 
young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips, creating a new 
arousal within her that sent shudders down her back.

"Come on," he urged.

Carolyn followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabana where her new 
husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a cigarette with 
Jack and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.

She'd picked up her panties and now she had Jack wait as she saw her 
brassiere floating at the side of the pool.

Chuckling softly, Jack reached in and retrieved the sheer garment. 
"You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.

"No ... I'll just put my dress on, though," Carolyn said, feeling 
relieved that she'd remembered her brassiere and panties and that they 
would not be found respectively floating in the pool and crumpled by 
the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing dress and pulled the 
straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her nakedness made her feel all the 
more daring as she walked up to Jack's terrace with him.

Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the ardent 
lovemaking, and Carolyn walked quietly, breathing in the clean night 
air and trying to clear her muddled head.

The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabana next door, and 
Carolyn started to sit in one of the plastic lounge chairs when she 
paused. Jack was not looking for his cigarettes, but was going toward 
the window in which Carolyn had earlier seen a light. There was still a 
light inside and the shade was halfway up now as though someone had 
gone to bed and lifted it for nighttime ventilation. But Carolyn could 
see Jack's whole body alert and tensed. He was listening.

Carolyn listened too. She could hear voices. Jack turned toward her and 
motioned for her to come closer. Confused and concerned, the new bride 
approached the window. There was a nylon screen on it and the light 
inside was quite dim. She looked up at Jack as if for some explanation 
of what was going on, but Jack was peering intently inside, a fixed 
expression that she could not fathom on his handsome features.

Carolyn moved still closer and looked in too. Before she really saw 
anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios que cono!"

The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes, Carlos, like 
that. Oh, do me like that some more!"

Carolyn's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and the 
distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath catch in 
her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could distinguish two 
naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of lovemaking. She blinked 
her eyes and opened them once more in disbelief. The woman was Peggy, 
Jack's wife, and she was in there with a Mexican! Carolyn recognized 
the man as one of the waiters at the resort. The new bride couldn't 
have been more shocked if she had seen a wild man-eating animal in 
there! As it was, she had to be supported by Jack's strong arm as she 
felt her knees weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with 
incomprehension and a vague fear of something she didn't understand. 
Jack smiled at her and placed his finger to his lips.

"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he silently 
pointed back inside the room, and Carolyn found herself turning back to 
the incredible scene.

Peggy was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs raised high 
in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide down along her 
body until his head was between her open thighs.

Then she heard Jack's wife begin to murmur words of garbled passion, 
words that Carolyn found herself listening to as though they were 
somehow important to her understanding of the situation.

"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"

Carolyn couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with Peggy's 
husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was in there 
making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel! A tightening 
sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Carolyn looked again to 
make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her eyes weren't focusing. 
Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to drink. Her mind was playing 
tricks on her. But it was still the redheaded woman whom she knew to be 
Jack's new bride. Loud sucking noises began to come from the bed as 
Carolyn saw the Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between 
Peggy's widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Carolyn and she 
made a motion to step back from the window. There was something 
terribly ... she searched for the word ... immoral about the entire 
thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Jack's arm around her 
waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her in toward him a 
bit.

"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Carolyn heard Peggy exclaim. The 
redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of her mind with pure 
unadulterated lust, and Carolyn felt a violent urge to run in there and 
stop them. But she tried to calm herself, to think clearly, if that was 
possible at a moment like this. After all, it wasn't her business. It 
was Jack's wife, and he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was 
indulging in the salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he 
seemed to be enjoying it!

The young wife had never seen two people making love before, and even 
though she had often imagined such things, there was a big difference 
between imagining and actually seeing with her own eyes!

But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and replacing the 
disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now sensed an odd 
flickering quivering deep down between her legs.

Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between Peggy's 
writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and seemed to 
reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone would do that to 
her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Jack's wife was 
experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted through Carolyn's 
mind, and then she immediately submerged it.

"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound Carolyn felt 
her nipples hardening against the soft material of her dress. She was 
very conscious now of her nakedness underneath the dress, and of the 
loving she had just received from Peggy's husband. Inside, the Mexican 
was working like an animal, slobbering over the widespread willingness 
of Peggy's cunt, and Carolyn stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The 
hard feel of Jack's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window 
pane beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact 
with some kind of reality.

"Stick you finger in my ass, Carlos. I like that. Make it hurt. Yes, 
like that. Hard! ... Oh yes, honey, Nnnnnnnnngh!"

The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Carolyn, and she felt 
her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva. Never before in 
her existence had she experienced such a repulsive scene, and yet there 
was something fascinating and exciting about it, too. Something that 
made her want to touch herself down there between her legs. Her breasts 
had begun to tingle with desire, too, as inside the room Peggy began to 
croon.

"Shit ... I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"

Carolyn squirmed a little, and felt Jack's hand drop down to her 
buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh there, bunching 
up her dress with his fingers as he did so. Suddenly an electricity-
like jolt coursed through Carolyn as she felt Jack moving around behind 
her, his arms circling her waist now as he pressed his hard body 
against her. Even though she knew he had put his bathing trunks back on 
earlier, the hard outline of his penis was so defined against her ass-
cheeks that she thought for a moment he was naked again.

She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window, and she 
started to speak, but Jack's voice began to whisper in her ear.

"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his tongue swirled 
within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding flash of desire 
behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's got an insatiable little 
pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is too. Bet you can't get enough 
from your old man to make it through the week!"

The strange, insulting words made Carolyn bristle with anger and 
resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he could say 
anything just because she had given in to him like that. Why had she 
allowed herself to do such a thing?

"Don't get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know that 
fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few minutes ago."

Carolyn could feel the hard knob of the tip of Jack's penis throb 
heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.

"Look," Jack said, "They're really getting down to it now!"

Carolyn looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running through her 
mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole dirty scene, but 
something was holding her frozen there.

Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the Mexican waiter 
was raised up and kneeling in front of Peggy's smoldering nakedness. 
Everything about the man was a picture of anticipation of what was to 
come as he gazed down at the beautiful naked woman's body.

"Peggy's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one you just 
got!" Jack muttered into Carolyn's ear.

Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she had no one 
but herself to blame for being in this lewd position. But Jack's hands 
were slipping upward now, and then down inside the top of her dress to 
cup her nakedly throbbing breasts as she stared in at the two 
passionately intertwined people. Jack gave a quick little tweak to one 
nipple that sent a flash of pain through her that was quickly followed 
by a pleasurable sensation of relief. In spite of herself, the blonde 
twenty-one year old squirmed back against his hard virile penis.

Inside the room Peggy's long white legs were wrapping themselves up and 
around the bronzed back of the Mexican waiter. The couple seemed still 
for an unusual amount of time, so long that Carolyn wondered what could 
be happening between them. Then Jack's red-haired wife wrapped her 
hands into the waiter's thick black hair, and Carolyn could see the 
muscles in the woman's arms standing out tight and strained as she 
pulled his handsome face forward with a sharp motion. Her hips began a 
slow hard grinding up against the waiter's loins as his long thin penis 
sank into the deep tightness of her clasping pussy.

Carolyn could see the man's buttocks nakedly flexing as he moved with 
slow deliberate thrusts into the widespread feminine flesh beneath him.

"Oh God," Carolyn gasped softly.

Behind her Jack was making obscene thrusting motions of his own, 
rubbing the hardness of his penis against her trembling buttocks. His 
own eyes were glued to the lascivious sight of his wife inside the 
room. He smiled a little knowing smile as he watched his wife begin a 
familiar rocking motion, and he knew that she wanted the Mexican to 
change positions.

"Watch this!" he whispered as he lewdly massaged the new bride's soft 
warm breasts beneath her dress.

He felt the girl tremble and quiver back against him as inside the room 
his new wife got her message across to the Mexican, and the two of them 
rolled to the side of the bed. Then Peggy scrambled up on top of Carlos 
and straddled him, the round whiteness of her creamy buttocks poised 
directly over the hardness of the waiter's pulsing cock. She reached 
back underneath and between her spread legs to guide him into her, 
moving the bulbous tip of his penis against the moisture of her pussy 
for a moment and then with a groan, grinding herself down upon its 
upright shaft.

Jack's eyes were filled with admiration for his wife as he saw the 
large throbbing cock slide slowly up into her wetly clasping cunt lips, 
making a wet sluicing sound as it entered. Carolyn whimpered at the 
sight and he held onto her breasts even tighter, considering cumming up 
against her buttocks like this with a few good strokes of his excited 
penis. But he thought better of it and decided to wait until later. 
Later it would be much more fun. Right now he didn't want to miss a 
second of his wife's performance. She's really in top form, he thought 
as he saw Peggy beginning a slow up and down motion with her smooth 
buttocks rising in the air above the waiter until just the tip of his 
rock-hard cock was left just inside the warmth of her sleekly enclosing 
pussy. Then with a low rutting sound each time she started downward, 
she let herself drop heavily back down onto the Mexican's upthrust 
loins, impaling herself with one complete smooth motion.

Carolyn shuddered, feeling a series of conflicting emotions running 
through her as Jack spoke once more in her ear.

"Want to go inside and join them?" he asked in a silken whisper. "That 
Mexican looks pretty good. Wouldn't you like to feel that prick up 
inside your tight little cunt? We could both fuck you, first him and 
then me. And maybe both of us together! Peggy digs blondes too, you 
know. You girls could have yourselves a ball!"

An electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her breasts and 
belly at the thought. She had heard of such things, but never expected 
that she would ever meet any people like this. Sure, she had had plenty 
of boyfriends but none of them had ever suggested anything like this.

"Oh no ... I couldn't possibly ... I ..."

But in spite of the shock that she felt, the pretty young wife couldn't 
help wondering what it would be like. An orgy! That was what they 
called it. The excited young woman realized that whenever she had heard 
the word before, she had been filled with a sense of hidden, forbidden 
excitement.

Jack's lips sought hers as he pulled her still closer to his hardness. 
Her neck straining back unnaturally, she gave herself up to the kiss 
which she felt was another form of the question or rather the 
suggestion that Jack had just made to her.

"See how well he fucks my wife?" he breathed into her open mouth.

"Y ... yes," she mumbled back. Yes, she saw.

His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing Carolyn's body to 
squirm against him in an irresistible wriggle of passion.

The idea was shocking, but exciting. Yet she felt she could never, 
never do it!

"Come on. Let's surprise them. Peggy'll love it!" Jack urged.

"Nnno, we can't. No!" she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth, 
trying to whisper in as low a voice as possible. She tried to break the 
kiss, but he held her mouth with his until she was lost in a helpless 
whirl of desire. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of the 
other couple hearing, and then she felt she might involuntarily be 
drawn into the obscene activities. Still, the thought of Don peacefully 
sleeping nearby in the adjoining cabana made her feel resentful of her 
new husband. She wouldn't have gotten into any of this if he hadn't 
gone to sleep! The very idea of Don so nearby while she peered in at 
Jack's wife making lewd love with a Mexican waiter was too much for her 
tortured mind. She tried to gasp for breath, her eyes tightly shut as 
though to block everything out, to make it go away. But Jack's fingers 
playing insistently with her breasts and the hardness of his lust-
swollen cock thrusting up between the mounds of her buttocks brought 
soft moans of excitement from her throat.

"You'll love it. You're just the type for it!" Jack muttered, and 
Carolyn was filled with a loathing for the man. To suggest that she was 
anything but a normal young American girl ... a woman now, for she was 
already married, was extremely distasteful to Carolyn. Even though she 
realized that she was in a compromising situation, it still seemed that 
she could somehow justify it to the invisible gods that be.

"I wouldn't! Don't say such things!" she protested. But the lewd 
delicious feelings still rippled across the surfaces of her breasts.

"Peggy will just love bringing you out, too!" Jack continued, and he 
chuckled softly as his hand moved from her breast to slide down the 
front of her dress. Then she felt him beginning to bunch up the 
material so that his fingers came into hot searing contact with the 
softness of her naked flesh beneath the dress.

"Bet you'll never be happy with doing it with just one person again!" 
Jack's low voice seemed to burn itself into her consciousness.

Then a thrill of desire spread across the flesh of her loins as she 
felt his finger slowly slipping upward to find the narrow sensitive 
slit of her seeping pussy. Gently he thrust into it, parting the soft 
hairs that covered it and making sudden exciting contact with the 
pulsating tip of her clitoris. She was wet and slippery down there from 
the fucking he'd given her before, and her new excitation had only 
created a veritable flood of warm moisture between her thighs. The 
twenty-one year old bride sucked in her breath tightly and held back 
the groan of pleasure that she wanted to emit. She found that her hips 
began to squirm in involuntary rhythm to his finger slipping within the 
heated folds of her hair-rimmed pussy.

"Open up a little wider. Let me get in," Jack commanded.

It was then that Carolyn felt something like a dam bursting inside her. 
She could no longer fight the raging desire that Jack's finger was 
creating in her palpitating cunt, and that coupled with the thoroughly 
obscene sight of his wife and the waiter combined to set her entire 
being afire with a lustful rage.

Lewdly, the young blonde spread her legs wide for his rummaging 
fingers, executing an indecent motion with her hips that signaled 
impatiently to him that she wanted more. Obligingly, she felt her 
neighbor's fingers increasing their wet slippery tempo within the folds 
of her seething cunt, and then two fingers wormed their way into the 
tight ring of her vagina, rising upward into the clasping channel to 
torment her still further. Then something happened that created an 
intense alarm within her, but which finally only served to add to her 
already considerable arousal. Jack got down on his knees in front of 
her between her parted legs, and while she continued to watch the 
sensual activities between his wife and another man, he wormed and 
thrust two and then three fingers into the widening orifice of her 
streaming pussy!

Never had she felt anything like it. He was down there on the floor of 
the terrace, under her skirt, his lips nibbling at the insides of her 
thighs while his fingers writhed upward against her clinging cuntal 
walls. The blonde girl felt overwhelmed by sheer, raw lust as she stood 
with her long legs spread as wide apart as possible, her own fingers 
grasping the edge of the window as she peered in and Jack's fingers 
plundered her secret sex. The fact that he was down in front of her, 
invisible to her, made it all the more disturbing, for it was as if an 
anonymous hand were touching her there, making her feel like she was 
melting inside!

The disturbed wife opened her eyes once more and saw that inside the 
room Peggy was riding the waiter's glistening cock with a mad fervor. 
Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches above the prone Mexican 
and then she would plunge herself downward trying to absorb the 
entirety of his upward thrusting penis. Her beautiful flexing buttocks 
began a frenzied attack that made it seem as though the Mexican 
couldn't possibly last much longer.

But still he held out, and Carolyn couldn't help thinking about how 
nice it would be to feel that rising staff of flesh high up inside her. 
She couldn't stop a fleeting feeling of jealousy toward Jack's wife who 
was driving the Mexican waiter wild. After all, couldn't she make him 
respond even more? Carolyn listened as the redheaded woman inside the 
room began to mouth obscenities at the waiter while she squirmed lewdly 
in the throes of passion above him. The dirty words made her feel that 
exciting tingle again; God, it was exciting!

The blonde wife began to watch with complete absorption as the waiter's 
hand curled beneath the redhead's pumping buttocks and the tip of his 
index finger circled teasingly the puckered opening of her anus. 
Carolyn remembered that Jack's wife had said she liked to be touched 
there, and evidently the Mexican remembered it too, for he played there 
for a long while, titillating the entire area between Peggy's ass-
cheeks, until suddenly his middle finger slipped through the protective 
fleshy ring and disappeared inside. Peggy ground down upon it and the 
Mexican's hand disappeared as the excited redhead sat on it, wriggling 
back and forth, her legs kicking out, toes curling with pleasure as she 
felt it rising into her clenching rectum while the waiter's sturdy cock 
throbbed high against her womb.

"Oh God, oh God!" Peggy cried, shaking her head wildly in counter tempo 
to the writhing of her hips. "Oh Christ, you fucker!"

Now, suddenly, Jack's wife and the waiter started rolling over again, 
and for several jerking strokes they were gyrating against each other 
as they lay upon their sides. Then the bronze-skinned Mexican let the 
long length of his cock slip from the redhead's flaring pussy and he 
scrambled on top of her, reaching up and thrusting her legs high over 
her head so that the entire surface of her spread pussy and ass-cheeks 
was presented to him. Then he lunged forward with a Spanish curse and 
began to hammer into the soft giving cunt before him.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! You Mexican cocksucker! You sure can fuck!" Peggy 
cried, spurring him on.

Carolyn through her own haze of desire saw the Mexican, Carlos, quicken 
his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as Peggy thrashed her body 
beneath him. She was ready to cum, and he grunted and groaned, grinding 
hard and deep so that his frenzied penis bored far up into the hidden 
untouched recesses of the red-haired wife's womb. He was watching as 
the woman's breasts heaved and quivered below him and then suddenly he 
shuddered against her.

"AAAaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, pulling back and then surging hurriedly 
further forward. Peggy shivered beneath him.

"Cream into me. Cream into my cum!" she grunted lewdly.

Then the Mexican felt the woman's burning hot pussy flowering open 
around his climaxing cock and warm gushes of increased wetness met the 
spurting jets of his pistoning cock. He thrust faster, wanting the 
"gringa" to remember this moment for the rest of her life. He felt her 
jerk up toward him as the lips of her working cunt sucked at his 
straining penis until he felt milked completely dry. Below him her 
breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust in deep again and 
then fell forward onto her nakedly vibrating body.

"Oooh lover ... You're good! Verrrry goood!" Peggy purred, contentedly.

Outside the bedroom at the window, Carolyn's thighs began to 
spasmodically open and close against the sides of Jack's head. His 
tongue had slipped out to lick at her throbbing clitoris while his 
fingers continued their up-thrusting motions into her defenselessly 
aroused pussy. She knew she was on the brink and she wanted to stop it, 
knowing she would make far too much noise. But her climax came anyway 
as Jack gave an extra flick of his tongue and moved his fingers 
sideways within the tightly clasping channel of the new bride's 
twitching cunt. Her blonde head snapped backward as the cords in her 
neck stood out. Carolyn's face contorted as a low guttural scream 
rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long 
soulful gasp of fulfillment.

She couldn't help herself. "AAaaaaaaah ... Ooooooo ...!" The young 
blonde felt that she had come close to fainting as the overpowering 
climax took hold of her, and as she felt Jack's fingers leaving her 
moist spasming pussy, she wanted to cry out to him, "More! More!" but 
as she opened her eyes halfway she saw that the people in the room, 
Jack's wife and the Mexican, were looking curiously toward the window. 
They had heard!

Jack stood next to her, holding her around the waist, his face wet from 
the moisture of her hungry pussy, a brilliant smile illuminating his 
features.

"Let's go in," he said. And somehow Carolyn knew that she was going to 
do it. That she wanted to do it. A glance into the room told her that 
Peggy was heading toward the door while the Mexican waited on the bed.

It was then that Don's voice startled her.

"Carolyn ... are you out there? Are you all right?"

A look of abject fear on her face, Carolyn jumped away from Jack and 
started toward her cabana, running down the steps and heading for the 
short flight of her own house. Jack looked after her and shrugged. 
Looking down, he picked up the wet panties and brassiere that had long 
since been forgotten, and handed them to his wife just as she opened 
the door to see what was going on.

"Here," he said, "This is for our collection!"

Peggy handled the flimsy undergarments and beckoned with her head. 
"Come on in and tell us all about it. You'll like Carlos; he's our kind 
of people!" she said, smiling contentedly.

*   *   *

"Does your toe still hurt, darling?" It was morning and Don looked over 
at his wife with concern. He never should have gone to sleep on her 
like that. She'd looked all upset when she came in from her walk 
outside. He should have known Carolyn wanted him to stay awake at least 
a little longer after their night on the town.

As Carolyn muttered sleepily beside him, Don was glad that he had 
awakened when he heard her cry. She had stubbed her toe, walking out 
there in the dark all by herself, and Don felt that it was somehow all 
his fault.

He looked at his wife's sleeping features with a mixture of pride and 
concern. What a lucky man he was, he thought once more.

By the time Carolyn awoke it was long past noon, and Don had been up 
and about for some time.

"Guess what, darling?" he said as she brushed her long golden hair 
before the mirror.

"What?" she asked, cautiously.

"We're going to have the pool all to ourselves for a while. Our 
neighbors checked out this morning."

"They never used it when we did anyway," Carolyn replied softly, 
reflectively.

"Yes, I know, but it makes me feel more alone with you with them gone. 
I hope nobody else checks in!"

"You're right, love," Carolyn said, suddenly smiling. The best thing to 
do, she decided, was simply to forget about the whole thing. Nothing 
like that would certainly ever happen again!



Chapter 3


Carolyn waved as the Buick rolled down the driveway, turned into the 
road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an irrepressible yawn the 
sultry blonde turned to go back into the house. Her soft nglige hid 
very little of her curvaceous figure as she moved lazily through the 
living room. The remnants of the breakfast that her husband had fixed 
for himself remained in the kitchen, but Carolyn didn't feel she could 
face straightening up. It was much too early. All she really wanted to 
do was to go back to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. 
Besides that afternoon the first of a series of interviews with 
prospective maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new 
Mrs. Larsen thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom.

It was a beautifully decorated room. Carolyn had requested that Don 
have the whole room done by an interior decorator from Saks, and she 
could be sure that everything was in the best possible taste. The 
matching lamps, the landscape over the bed, the soft chiffon curtains. 
All were just perfect, Carolyn thought once more as she sank into the 
soft mattress and pulled the silk sheets over her equally soft-skinned 
nakedness. She hated wearing anything at all to sleep after having read 
that most movie stars slept without the benefit of nightgowns or 
pajamas. Gone were the dormitory days when all the girls wore shorty 
nightshirts. Carolyn was a married woman now, a woman who would never 
have to worry again about anything.

The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute peace and 
luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled nakedly beneath the 
covers, feeling sleep returning to her with its soft hazy touch. 
Contrary to her mother's opinion, Carolyn had made it. She could truly 
say that she had succeeded. It was still fun to recall her mother's 
words, and they came to her now as she prepared for her first dream. 
"You'll never amount to anything Carolyn Peters! You're much too 
selfish! Lord knows you didn't get it from my side of the family!"

"Ha!" Carolyn mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive up in the 
new car Don is getting me next week!"

The two week honeymoon in Acapulco had been the most sumptuous 
experience of her young life, sunning by the private pool of the hotel, 
swimming after dark in the scented heated water, drinking exotic drinks 
out of pineapple and coconut shells; not to mention that brief, 
disturbing affair with Jack. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but of 
course it had to end, and now the young bride had been in her new home 
for a week; during which time she had already made many changes.

As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two other 
members of the household were discussing some of these very changes.

"Cripes!" said Tim, "Who does she think she is anyway, Princess Anne?"

They were sitting in the living room onto which all the bedrooms gave, 
the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the empty guest room. As 
they watched their stepmother's door carefully they continued speaking 
to each other in the annoyed tones they had come to use when talking 
about their father's new wife.

"Princess Anne's a pretty neat chick," said Bennie. "She rides horses 
at least, old Carolyn wouldn't know which side was which if she saw 
one!"

Tim doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and then stopped 
abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone wrong, do you?"

"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things like that!"

"But Freddy could have crawled out before she got back in!" Tim said, a 
worried expression creasing his boyish features.

"Have you ever known Freddy to hurry out of a nice warm bed? Warmed by 
none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"

"You're right!" Tim admitted. "Nothing could have possibly gone wrong!"

Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before the boys 
were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek coming from their 
stepmother's room.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT? OH HELP, HELP!"

On cue, Tim and Bennie jumped up from the sofa and dashed into their 
new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find her stark naked, 
frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow. When she saw the boys 
the young blonde tried to cover herself with a sheet, for the boys were 
standing in absolute awe of the magnificence of her bouncing quivering 
breasts, as well as the other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.

"YOU ... YOU ...!" she sputtered. "YOU DID THIS. I ... I'LL TELL YOUR 
FATHER! DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Freddy. Tim rushed forward to 
rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and together the two 
boys backed out of the room, followed by the new Mrs. Larsen's shrieks 
of rage.

Once safely out of the room Tim called back in. "It's not our fault if 
Freddy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything, Carolyn!"

There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom as the 
boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much impressed 
with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in their 
stepmother.

"At least it got her out of bed!" Bennie said, as Tim released Freddy 
into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got those silk sheets?" 
Bennie asked. "Yeah, but did you see her tits?" Tim replied.

"Yeah ..." Bennie said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"

It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when they'd spied 
on their father and Carolyn the day before the wedding. That same 
unsettling tingling feeling all over which nevertheless centered itself 
in the area of the twins' young loins. By mutual agreement, both boys 
headed for the wooded area behind the garden, and there they plunged 
into the thick undergrowth until they found the special place they'd 
cleared out for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find 
them, and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely 
hidden. Tim fished in his pocket and brought out a small book. "Look 
what I got!" he said holding it up for Bennie to see. "Found it in her 
night table drawer this morning when I put Freddy in the bed ... way 
back behind her birth-control pills and underneath some creepy love 
magazine!"

"Whew!" Bennie whistled appreciatively, for obviously the little book 
was important, very important indeed. The cover itself was interesting 
enough, for it portrayed a naked man and woman in a torrid embrace and 
behind them an unmade bed, seemingly waiting for them to fall into it. 
Excitedly the boys sat down on the soft pine-covered ground and turned 
the first pages of the book.

"Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around Anderson's hard 
pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension in the unknown woman's 
fingers as she began to slide them slowly up and down the heated length 
of his desire-hardened penis.

"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he said, 
gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.

"CRIPES!" Bennie exclaimed, and taking the lead from his brother he 
hurriedly released his already stiff young cock from his shorts, 
exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.

"SHIT!" said Tim, "Carolyn reads this stuff! She must be some kind of 
nympho or something!"

"She's something, all right!"

The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two brothers 
continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel they'd 
discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not difficult to 
imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part of Sally in the 
novel, and doing so added considerably to the not quite solitary 
pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the aching shafts of 
their inexperienced young cocks. The morning passed pleasurably for the 
twins and by the time they were ready to leave their secret place they 
had devised yet another way to torment their father's new bride.

This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable than the 
last.

*   *   *

At long last, Carolyn felt less jittery than she had all day long. It 
was nearing four p.m. and soon Don would be home and she wouldn't be 
alone in the house. It got rather boring just being there without any 
real company and the presence of the twins only made her a nervous 
wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was not the first thing 
they'd done to her, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The 
golden-haired blonde was smart enough to know however that the boys 
would be able to convince their father that once more it was just an 
unfortunate accident.

As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the filling tub, 
Carolyn reminded herself that she had only the summer to contend with 
as far as the children were concerned, and then she'd make sure they'd 
be going off to school. The very thought was comforting, and Carolyn 
sighed as she listened to the soothing sound of the water which created 
foaming mountains of bubbles. In a few moments she would sink 
luxuriously into them and think about all the reasons she had for being 
happy.

She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for Don when he 
returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little lovemaking before 
dinner either! In fact, Carolyn decided as the foam rose over her 
nakedly gleaming body and the warm water caressed her secret feminine 
parts, that was exactly what she needed. Something kinky and exciting, 
she mused lazily, as the young bride ran the soft sponge over her 
silken surfaces. Soft tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her 
neck and the bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, 
away from the water. A smile played about her lips as Carolyn thought 
about lovemaking. Don was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a 
long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking about 
Johnny though made Carolyn want to put her fingers down to the moist 
split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that boy could do to 
drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the tiny crevices of the 
beautiful blonde's hair-fringed pussy, making her shiver with delight 
as her finger plied within the temptingly spread folds.

"Mmmmmm ..." she moaned, slipping down just a little more so that her 
long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath the water in the 
large sunken tub. She began to think of all sorts of erotic things, 
images from the books of which she was so fond formed in her mind as 
her finger moved rapidly and persistently between the heated folds of 
her tender open-mouthed cunt. She remembered the time her mother's 
roomer had invited her into his room, how old had she been 12--13 
maybe? And she had gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of 
it. Every detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's 
memory as her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the 
water.

The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous place to the 
much younger Carolyn; and now, her nakedly quivering body almost 
covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to still be able to 
feel the roomer's hands all over her in the darkness, slipping under 
her dress and sliding down inside her panties, touching the precious 
tight softness of her young virgin pussy, while the large swollen mass 
of his excited cock pressed urgently against her belly.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, recalling how she had called out his name, "Mr. 
Johnson!" but his sturdy finger had already begun worming its way 
slowly up into the sticky moisture of her warmly seeping cunt, feeling 
the minuscule opening throbbing and quivering around it even as he 
looked her square in the face.

"You like it, don't you?" he'd asked, panting. "You like it!"

She had pressed her quivering lips willingly against the roomer's as 
she felt the marvelous mushrooming sensation of pleasure build within 
her young inexperienced body.

"God!" Mr. Johnson had moaned. But that was the last thing he said for 
his finger had begun to move again, ever so slightly tickling and 
slipping into the tiny pink opening of her adolescent pussy, and she 
found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel 
the excitedly searching tip of it higher and higher in her sparsely 
hair-covered cunt.

Carolyn could still feel the way she'd melted all around the strange 
man's middle finger, her mouth clinging wetly and heatedly to his, her 
legs trembling with the unprecedented excitement she was feeling. An 
erotic bliss was spreading inside her tenderly budding young body and 
she was eagerly rushing to meet it, wanting it to take hold of her, 
wanting her mother's roomer to continue giving her this marvelous 
feeling.

His finger created a chilling sensation there up in the moistly 
trembling wetness between her legs and the young girl shuddered, 
frightened and yet too overwhelmed to stop what was happening. The fact 
that she had been in her own house, with her mother bustling about 
downstairs busy with the housework, both scared and thrilled her. Then, 
when breathing heavily, they both slipped to the floor, little mewls of 
involuntary delight escaped Carolyn's lips as the cool hardwood floor 
touched her naked legs and the forbidden nature of what she was 
experiencing brought more and more pleasure to the unexpected meeting 
in the roomer's bedroom.

How masterfully he had held her lips tightly with his own, and she had 
smelled tobacco and whiskey as his tongue pressed forward into her 
mouth, his loins beginning an urgent back and forth motion against 
hers. They were lying on their sides, the roomer and the young girl of 
the house, and Carolyn could hardly catch her breath as she felt Mr. 
Johnson's insistent mouth covering hers, forcing her to accept the tip 
of his hungrily searching tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her 
mouth and throat. But it felt good ... It made her unable to think of 
anything else but the wondrous mounting tension in the heretofore 
unexplored wetness of her sensitively pulsing little vagina. The 
roomer's finger made more and more headway, forcing little ripples of 
softly yielding vaginal flesh ahead of it as it entered the young 
girl's willingly receiving cunt. Carolyn's pleasure tormented young 
body was beginning to writhe and squirm around his lewdly impaling 
finger with an unfamiliar longing, a desire that made her want 
something more to happen, something she dared not imagine!

Gone were all thoughts of her mother's rages, of the English test at 
school, of the new dress for the party that she could not buy. She was 
immediately removed from the petty pace of her surroundings, and even 
then, Carolyn knew that she would not be able to continue living 
without the miraculous feelings, feelings to which she had willingly 
succumbed.

The aroused older man ground his finger higher and higher into the 
sweet virginal young flesh up between Carolyn's open thighs.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned into her mouth. "OH GOOD GOD, you feel good down 
there. I can't stop ... I just can't stop!" His hardened virile cock 
was growing larger and larger, expanding with each further thrust of 
his finger up into the little girl's tightly clenching vagina. He 
wanted to release it from the tightness of his pants, wanted to feel it 
plunging deep inside the sweet, untried pussy of the landlady's 
daughter, the landlady's little girl.

She wanted it, he knew that much. But would it fit? Or would she scream 
and make too much noise? His throbbing cock was just about to go ... he 
was going to explode any second. OH! GOD! HE HAD TO CUM SOON OR DIE!

Carolyn's tight little cunt was driving him wild and the raspberry 
taste of her mouth was incredible! Reaching down between them, 
hurriedly and nervously, Johnson unzipped his pants, releasing the 
swollen mass of his desire-hardened cock.

With a gasp, the older man quickly rolled the landlady's daughter over, 
lying full on top of her slight form, but breaking most of his weight 
with one hand while the other continued its damp plunder, moving ever 
upward into the now well-lubricated virgin passage of Carolyn's nakedly 
yielding young cunt.

"OOOOOOH!" Carolyn cried, throwing her head back as she felt the naked 
hotness of the older man's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against 
her flat belly. Her panties had long since been relegated to a strip of 
torn and flimsy material that left her young loins exposed to the 
roomer's lust.

Carolyn raised her arms up and was about to try to push him away when 
the wonderful sensation suddenly became more acute in her tiny, tightly 
clasping pussy. Above her the roomer began to move with a quick, hard 
jerking motion against her stomach with the hardness of his stiffened 
penis, and Carolyn had a feeling as if she were drowning as the 
mounting desire coursed through her nymph-like body. She groaned softly 
and squirmed helplessly beneath the man's heavy weight. "OOOOoooooh!"

Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby-like 
clitoris, a tiny little hardened bud of flesh was now constantly 
pressured by the friction of the older man's sensuously writhing body 
on top of hers.

And then a sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded her, as wild, 
incoherent thoughts went flashing through the young girl's brain and a 
fantastically rising feeling increased moment by moment.

"OH MR. JOHNSON, MR. JOHNSON, FINGER ME FASTER SOMETHING IS HAPPENING 
... SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!!!"

"OH SHIT, KID! I'M CUMMING TOO ... I'M CUMMING TOO!!!" the roomer 
replied. The white, hot sperm was racing along inside his swollen cock, 
welling up, ready to spurt out and now here it was slipping from his 
lustfully throbbing penis, flooding the softness of the young girl's 
smooth belly with the force of a firehose, and he could feel her wetly 
exploding little cunt clasping and unclasping all around his middle 
finger with a frantic rhythm that told him that she was cumming too! If 
he could just get up the rent for another week, by Christ he'd fuck the 
shit out of her next time! What a feeling!

*   *   *

Carolyn lay sprawled in the deep, sunken bathtub. Her legs spread wide 
in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her thighs her fingers 
moved swiftly and certainly. She had to assuage the fire that seemed 
suddenly about to overwhelm her ... coming from her own loins as she 
relived that strange and exciting day. It was a meeting that had never 
had a sequel, for the roomer had been forced to move on by her mother 
when his rent was due and he was unable to pay it. But she had never 
forgotten her first experience, and her mind often returned to it in 
moments of stress.

Higher and higher Carolyn pressed her fingers up into her nakedly 
exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her solitary 
pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her 
already desire-drenched passageway, filling her with a longing for 
completion. The young blonde wife could distinctly remember that first 
desperately wanted orgasm, and mindlessly she sought to recreate it 
now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing this to herself in the tub, 
almost as wicked as that first time so many years ago, almost as wicked 
as subsequent encounters with boys, and later on with men. It felt so 
delicious, and soon it would be over and she would feel so much better. 
Carolyn couldn't tell now if it was the memory of that first experience 
or her own furiously rotating fingers that was driving her crazy as the 
excited twenty-one year old began a steadily rhythmic fucking motion up 
into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish throbbing pussy. 
The water splashed up and over the edge of the tub with each thrust the 
blonde girl made. "OH!" Carolyn sighed, "OOOOOOHHHHH, it's goooood!"

A bubbling sensation was building hotly within her nakedly exposed 
belly beneath the warm tub water. It was spreading quickly and sending 
thrilling shivers of delight coursing through every vein in her lithe, 
young body. Carolyn moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her lower 
lip, enjoying the self-violation of her own soft slippery pussy's 
tightly swollen orifice as she let the joy mount freely.

It felt so wet and warm and like the roomer's fingers, so hot and real! 
With shattering certainty she had given up a depth of emotion to a 
perfect stranger, a transient roomer, and now, her face was flushed and 
crimson with desire, a full-grown beautiful new wife, Carolyn sobbed as 
her orgasm swept through her nakedly quivering flesh.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH ... YEEESSSSS!" she cried, flinging her blonde head back 
against the rubber tub pillow as her hair escaped its hair pins and 
cascaded in golden curls to _her shoulders.

"OOOOOH MR. JOHNSON ... MR. JOHNSON!!" Over and over, she wailed out 
the roomer's name, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing 
sexual experience. A curious elation rolled from her widespread pussy 
to the button-hard tips of her nipples as her quivering legs grew taut 
and wave after wave of warm rushing water carrying a crazily careening 
orgasm suddenly washed over her. The new wife rode the crest of each 
wave, fearlessly, thankfully.

"OH YES, YES," she echoed. "OOOOH MR. JOHNSON!"

*   *   *

It was already supper time and their father had been home for some time 
when the boys reeled back the long wire and pulled the small microphone 
out of the bathroom through the air-duct which led outside. When in the 
sanctuary of their room after dinner they played the tape back on their 
cassette recorder, they were both pleasantly surprised, elated in fact, 
to learn that it did not contain the embarrassing sounds of their new 
stepmother that they had expected. The sounds they were getting were of 
quite a different nature from those they'd expected, but they knew that 
hearing them would prove far more embarrassing to their father's new 
wife than any others their microphone might have picked up!



Chapter 4


It was almost two weeks later when Carolyn lay in bed and sleepily 
watched as Don blew her a kiss and closed the bedroom door behind him. 
He was leaving for work. She never bothered to get up anymore, since 
when she'd complained, her understanding husband told her that he could 
perfectly well fix his breakfast himself as he had for so many years. 
He was concerned about the effect that his sons were having on 
Carolyn's nerves, and encouraged her in her own desire to rest as much 
as possible.

The housekeeper came in every morning and took care of whatever 
cleaning had to be done, so Carolyn felt completely justified in 
staying in bed until almost noon every day.

Life should have been beautiful for the attractive blonde, but in fact 
it wasn't. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Don just wasn't 
satisfying her. She thought about it now as she lay with her eyes 
closed in the softly darkened room. It wasn't that Don wasn't willing, 
but sometimes he was so tired that he came right away, and certainly at 
his best he usually failed to continue the strenuous lovemaking that 
Carolyn wanted. Five minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what 
was more, she'd been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little 
things to her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old 
boyfriends used to do to send her up the wall.

"I miss that!" she whispered softly to herself, moving her sensuously 
naked legs slowly back and forth beneath the covers. "I could even put 
up with those two brats, I bet, if I had the right kind of loving!"

Even though she had promised herself not to think about it, Carolyn's 
thoughts returned to the cute magazine salesman who'd stopped by the 
day before. He'd had a cup of coffee, and from the way he looked at her 
and the things he said, the young wife knew that he wanted more than to 
sell her a subscription. She'd told him to return later in the week 
after she'd asked her husband. As a matter of fact Carolyn had 
mentioned it to Don, and even though he'd gagged at the price, he'd 
told her that of course she could subscribe to any of the magazines she 
liked.

As she turned over in bed, Carolyn realized that she wanted the 
salesman to return. Anything to break the monotony of the day, to talk 
a little, flirt a little. What was the harm? If the young man did in 
fact return that afternoon, it would be perfect, for Carolyn knew that 
her stepsons were due to go on a scouting picnic in the woods. She'd 
have the house to herself, free from their spying and prying.

Lazily, Carolyn reached out, letting her hand slip into the bottom of 
the dresser drawer. There she pulled out a new book she'd picked up in 
San Francisco the other day. It looked very, very interesting; and the 
young bride was in the mood for something that would take her mind off 
her own problems. She flicked the light switch on and began to turn the 
pages slowly, so that she would miss nothing of the lewd contents of 
the book.

"Max felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched 
Jennifer O'Hara's licentious performance before the hotly flushed 
greedy faces of her half-drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be 
shifting nervously with overwhelming excitement. Hell, he wasn't sure 
if he was going to be able to wait until the beautiful brunette 
finished her last show! He'd have to find something else and fast!"

Carolyn snuggled down to continue reading and the time passed faster 
than she thought. She'd heard the vague, indistinct noise of the twins 
as they made their breakfast, and then a car had pulled up and she'd 
heard them shouting something and slamming the door as they ran out. 
With a sigh of relief she'd gone back to her thrilling story. Now, 
suddenly there was the ring of the front doorbell, and a quick glance 
at the clock told her that it was already 2:00 PM. The housekeeper 
would have come and gone, the boys were off. The person at the door was 
more than likely her magazine salesman!

Hurriedly, Carolyn jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a light-
weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It covered her 
curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in the mirror before 
she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body to such perfection 
that it might as well be transparent.

Carolyn shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?" she asked 
herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the door eagerly, 
while giving her hair a last pat in place.

"Mrs. Larsen! My, you're looking lovely this afternoon!"

"Why ... why thank you." Carolyn blushed convincingly. It was nice to 
be told nice things.

"May I come in? I'm here to offer you the tremendous deal I offered you 
the other day. You can't go wrong ... and I'm sure if you discussed it 
with your husband he agreed ..."

"Yes, yes ... come in." Carolyn led the way, aware of the salesman's 
eyes on her moving, swaying hips as they entered the living room.

"In this deal there are hunting magazines and True Mechanics for him, 
the latest in ladies' magazines for you, and if you have children ... I 
saw two boys playing outside the other day ... well we've got some 
great magazines for them, too!"

"Oh, they're not mine! I mean those are my husband's boys. Listen you 
don't have to convince me anymore." She was still sitting down across 
from the young dark-haired man on the sofa, while he poised on the edge 
of a chair.

"I like all those magazines, even the hunting and fishing kind." The 
new Mrs. Larsen smiled winningly. "Would you like coffee, a drink?"

"I'll take whatever you're having," the young man replied.

Carolyn went into the kitchen, it was spotless, except for a note which 
the boys had left her, which Carolyn threw into the trash.

"Dear Mom ... gone to the picnic. We know you'll miss us, but we'll be 
sure to be home for another of your delicious meals! Love, Tim and 
Bennie."

Burning the frozen TV dinners could happen to anyone, Carolyn reminded 
herself and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She'd make them 
drinks. There was some Whiskey Sour mix in the bottle in the cupboard. 
Humming a little to herself she added the whiskey and in a short while 
returned to the living room where the salesman was now standing and 
admiring a painting on the wall. He turned to take the drink from her, 
and Carolyn realized that he was even cuter than she'd remembered.

Was it an accident that his hand brushed the tip of her breast as he 
removed the glass from the tray? A delicious shiver of excitement 
coursed through the bored housewife as she returned to the sofa and 
placed her glass on the cocktail table.

"You must get around quite a bit with a job like this," she began, 
picking up her glass again to sip daintily from it.

"I guess you could say so, Mrs. Larsen. May I sit here?"

Carolyn moved slightly making room on the sofa for the young man to sit 
beside her. The Whiskey Sour tasted really good considering she'd had 
no breakfast at all, and the scent of the salesman's cologne was a 
pleasant limy one which she found quite agreeable.

The second tray came equipped with a pitcher and this time, as they sat 
down, Carolyn knew that it was no accident that Bart, that was his 
name, let his fingers linger a long while over her hand before he let 
go.

"Are you a model?" he asked. "You're so beautiful!"

"No ... no ..." Carolyn laughed. "Once a friend was going to get me 
started but I decided against it." She did not move her hand now when 
he began to examine her rings.

"Lucky guy, your husband. Married long?"

"He's real sweet," she replied. "No, not too!"

Just how far do I want to go, the young wife of a few weeks was asking 
herself. It doesn't seem right, but it's so nice, and he is a doll. Who 
would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a kiss or two and then I'll 
throw him out!

His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire was burning, 
wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her hand just the 
slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all right to kiss her. But 
when he did she giggled and pulled away.

"Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know? Nobody's 
home is there?"

"No ... no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I hardly know 
you." Nervously, Carolyn sipped her drink, finishing off the glass once 
more.

"It'll give you a chance to get to know me. I guarantee you'll like me 
just as much as I like you!" His voice was soothing, convincing. His 
words were almost her thoughts exactly. Yet she couldn't give into him 
just like that, and she wasn't sure that she would give in at all.

"I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively. Tossing 
her blonde hair back, the young twenty-one year old wife stood up. 
"I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she announced in a 
matter of fact, no nonsense tone.

Carolyn started toward the kitchen without turning around and once 
there at the sink she began to rinse the whiskey sour glasses. 
Something that she wouldn't ordinarily think to do, but which now would 
give her time to think. But before she could think of anything he was 
behind her, tall and strong, his arms enfolding her from behind, 
circling her waist as the hard column of his penis insinuated itself 
between the soft mounds of her buttocks through her jersey peignoir.

"OH!" she said, but the magical thrills were too much for her as the 
bold salesman's fingers searched the opening of her gown and moved 
inside touching the smooth, white flesh of her slender waist. Carolyn 
felt her knees momentarily buckle. She whirled to face him and to her 
surprise, he kept her close to him, his hands once more within her 
gown, touching her hotly, insistently. The new housewife hadn't 
anticipated the shock of his hot flesh upon her near naked body, and a 
giddiness overcame her as with an odd gentleness he passed his 
fingertips over her silken, ivory skin, upward along her arms and 
across her shoulders as the peignoir fell away to reveal her perfect 
nakedness.

"Christ!" the young salesman gasped. "You're more beautiful than I 
thought. Hell, yes, beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace 
the small bone contours of Carolyn's facial features while she stood 
immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his 
surprisingly stimulating hands.

"A stranger ..." she thought. "An absolute stranger!" Memories of the 
roomer in the upstairs room when she was a little girl returned to her, 
making her begin to tremble with excitement.

"You're like velvet, so smooth, so soft," he hissed, and Carolyn could 
see from his expression that the young man was almost mesmerized by the 
sight of her creamy nakedness.

"Oh God!" she thought, "What am I doing? I'm nothing but a sluttish 
whore ... letting him do these things to me ... even wanting him to! 
But his hands ... they're as gentle as a child's. I ... I can't help 
it!"

There in the well-equipped and spacious kitchen with the California sun 
streaming through the curtained windows Carolyn's breath caught in her 
throat as the salesman began to massage and knead, stroke and caress 
her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-
like nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new, wild 
sensations to jolt excitedly through the young blonde's entire body. 
Then he was kissing her breasts and his tongue was tracing a wet line 
of excitation along her trembling flesh. Leaning back against the sink, 
cold and steely at her back, Carolyn closed her eyes in the 
intoxicating delight that the magazine salesman was giving her. It was 
enveloping her, until at last as she stood there, her brain swirling in 
the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her love-starved 
body, she felt him pulling her along, moving her over to the kitchen 
seats, two long wide benches which framed a wooden table.

Carolyn didn't resist; she'd gone this far. Why fight it now? Yet she 
couldn't deny the unbelievable immoral quality of her actions either, 
not fighting the brash young man's lustful attentions, but rather, 
accepting them with growing desire.

She found herself dropping to the bench obediently and lying back along 
the length of it as he was slithering down her body, rolling his tongue 
once more along her exposed flesh. The leather of the cushion beneath 
her back was warm and pliant as she stared up at him, watching the 
powerful ripple of his arm muscles beneath his casual sport shirt; then 
he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, moving her up so that he 
could crawl between them, his handsome face hovering just above her 
moist and excited loins.

Outdoors, it was turning to late afternoon, and Carolyn felt her mind 
glazed with rapture as the salesman's large, flat palms pressed against 
the incredible softness of her inner thighs moving them wide apart, and 
her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for 
what she hoped would happen next.

"OOOOOoohhhhh!" the blonde housewife lurched and groaned as Bart's hot, 
moist lips closed over the little golden triangle at the base of her 
belly. Then she felt the wet, taunting kisses being lavished upon the 
hair-rimmed slit of her quivering cunt ... delightful, tantalizing 
kisses on the closed, tingling lips of her feverish pussy, kisses that 
suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for! And his 
tongue gently parted the soft clinging tendrils of blonde hair and 
began to flick snake-like at the delicate quivering opening.

Every single muscle of Carolyn's prostrate body seemed to react to the 
heavenly pleasurable licking of her petal-like vaginal lips, while 
uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God ... don't stop ... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my 
life I've waited for this ... not really knowing it ... and now you've 
got to fulfill me with it. Oh, please don't stop! Please, please, 
please!

The excited blonde groaned throatily ... sounds that were originating 
deep in her chest, while the hot, probing tip of the salesman's tongue 
worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow, damp 
pussy, starting at the creamy, quivering of her lower belly and 
slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like opening of her now 
gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily 
flexing buttocks.

Carolyn gasped as she felt his hands move down to the backs of her 
knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then 
he raised her knees and pressed them up and over her body so that the 
kneecaps touched her desire-wracked breasts, exposing the whole 
steaming area of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" the adulterous bride whimpered at the lewd 
depravity the stranger was subjecting her to, and at her own 
overpowering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little 
puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought 
her. Truly, dear God, truly, he had aroused all of the latent, wanton 
bitch within her! If there had been any shame or guilt before it had 
long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding 
through her entire being! She was in heaven ... or was it hell?

Bart could hardly believe it. This good-looking chick had gone smack-
assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in 
uncontrollable ecstasy. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving 
herself to him without any real struggle at all! He'd been right to 
make sure to come back to Mrs. Larsen's house today! He wasn't sure 
about her signals the other day, but now, by God, he knew he'd been 
correct about the hidden hot streak he'd suspected she had! She was out 
of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out 
of his. Hell, there was no question, he'd come back again and again in 
the afternoons to get some of this good pussy! His cock ached like 
someone had been beating it with a hammer, he thought as he feelingly 
released it from his pants, and felt it grinding nakedly into the 
kitchen cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cuntal lips 
brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks.

He'd never had any doubts that he was going to fuck her, not after the 
Whiskey Sours came out, and now, as his tongue slashed up and down 
within her slippery pussy, he told himself that she was special, 
something really special. He'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers 
so quickly, and he knew it wasn't all the whiskey's fault that she had. 
No, she just needed it bad, and now she was getting it, and this was 
just the beginning!

Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do 
to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering, responsive pussy, 
the magazine salesman began to visualize obscene, erotic things he 
could perform at will with Carolyn's captured body. Just as he used his 
steady girl, and any other woman he could get to sate his lust.

*   *   *

"Just let us out here, Mr. Jenkins!" Tim and Bennie jumped out at the 
corner and waved good-bye as the rest of the boys in the station wagon 
were driven homeward by the scoutmaster. They'd had a good time, but 
now they were looking forward to returning home, just a bit earlier 
than expected. They hadn't planned it--far from it. One of the other 
boys had sprained an ankle and had been taken to the hospital and since 
most of the fun was over anyway, the picnic was terminated early.

"Don't make any noise going in. Maybe we can catch her doing 
something!"

"Like jerking herself off in the living room while she's reading one of 
those dirty books of hers!" Bennie was delighted with the image.

Their sneakers padded along toward their house as the boys' shining 
faces reflected their anticipation.

*   *   *

Inside the kitchen the salesman rammed his worming tongue up into the 
soft-rimmed flesh that was so fully presented to him and listened for 
Carolyn's groans of delight. Ovalling his lips and pressing tightly to 
her pulsing pussy he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue 
thrusts that raised choking moans from the depths of Carolyn's being. 
He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as 
the walls of the housewife's fully aroused cunt contracted in a 
rhythmic sucking cadence trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and 
deeper into it.

Carolyn whimpered beneath the unbelievable enchantment of the 
salesman's voracious sucking and licking. She sensed the imminent loss 
of all body and mind control. Her brain reeled numbly in its mesmerized 
state of ecstatic sensual bliss.

Then suddenly the salesman was drawing her throbbing clitoris up to its 
full erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. The 
sensuously aroused area of her quivering hair-rimmed pussy was a 
whirling pool of rapture.

And then he was moving up over her and Carolyn felt his tongue trail 
upward until it found the lust-stiffened nipple of the housewife's left 
breast, then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of 
additional pleasure from Carolyn's parched lips. He kissed her wetly on 
the mouth and simultaneously forced her smooth white legs and thighs 
wider and wider apart upon the cushions of the kitchen bench.

"MY GOD, MY GOD!" Carolyn gasped and clung tightly to the stranger 
she'd admitted to her house. She kissed and sucked at the tongue that 
had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there 
and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal thought 
of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of the magazine salesman's long, 
rigid cock against her naked thighs, its contact like a searing rod of 
fire prodding her into a violent realization of her wanton carnality, 
but instead of resisting, she hungrily reached down to grasp the 
throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.

As Bart raised up above her to allow her access, and she clutched at 
the heavy, solid thickness of him, he could hear the quickening of her 
breath and feel the heat of her fingers encircling his throbbing hard 
cock, her long, slim fingers barely going around it.

"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.

"Oh ... oh, I do. I want it ... need it so bad!" Carolyn choked almost 
tearfully.

Bart bent down and kissed the beautiful blonde once again; then she 
felt the bulbous tip of him moving up and down, parting the soft, 
golden pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her seeping cunt, 
pressing the small mouth of her tingling vagina open. Carolyn held her 
breath as the lust-engorged head of the salesman's cock pressed into 
her with a harshness she had not expected. She choked suddenly with the 
pain from the hard cruel pressure.

"AAAAAGH!" she grunted, automatically resisting the unexpected pain.

Above her Bart felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her 
soulful grunt, and he was unable to conceal the evil grin that 
immediately twisted his handsome mouth as he shoved a little further 
into the pain, knowing that in a minute it would feel good to both of 
them. But he never did reach that point because of an event totally 
beyond his control.

"Gee Mom ... you should have told us you were going to have company and 
we would have brought home some ice-cream!"

Bennie and Tim stood gaping in the doorway, each with a fixed 
expression of angelic innocence frozen upon his boyish face. The boys 
only retreated after having the satisfaction of seeing the magazine 
salesman's frightened face as he scrambled off of their stepmother, 
leaving his own naked genitals as well as Carolyn's exposed to their 
interested eyes.

"Get OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Carolyn was screaming, hysterically and 
almost apoplectic with rage and frustration not to mention fear at 
being found in such a dubious position by her new husband's sons.

What followed was humiliating and horrid, as the salesman rapidly 
recovered, grabbed his attache case and slammed out the front door 
without so much as a good-bye. Carolyn shakily drew on her nglige, 
and with a trembling hand, poured what was left of the pitcher of 
Whiskey Sours into a tall glass and drank it down in one desperate 
gulp.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" she wondered, dazedly.



Chapter 5


"Well, what kind of day did you all have?" Don poked at the overdone 
hamburger on his plate while eyeing the lifeless and limp frozen string 
beans. A lukewarm dish of instant mashed potatoes was his only solace. 
He wondered if Carolyn would be insulted if he suggested hiring a cook, 
maybe just someone who'd come in to do the dinner. He hadn't had a 
decent meal in weeks!

Carolyn fiddled nervously with her wine glass. She'd insisted upon 
serving the cool white wine despite the decidedly plebeian aspects of 
the dinner. While she bit her lip, trying to decide what to answer, the 
boys helped her out.

"Oh, we had a really great afternoon. All of us, Dad!"

"Yes?" Don looked questioningly at Carolyn, who choked on her wine and 
began to hurriedly wipe at the spilled drops on her hostess gown.

Tim continued, smiling broadly, "The picnic was wonderful, Dad, and 
Johnny Gordon twisted his ankle! It was just great. Mom had fun, too!" 
he added gratuitously.

Don was pleased that the boys had decided on their own to call his new 
wife Mom and he smiled. "But Carolyn, you didn't go along on the 
picnic, did you?"

"I ... uh ... no ... I ..."

"Mom had company!" Bennie said, moving on from the remains of his 
dinner to a more satisfying glass of milk.

"Oh?" Don turned once more to his new wife for confirmation.

"Yes ..." Carolyn replied, desperate for an end to the conversation. 
"Yes, a friend ... an old friend from school stopped by." The disturbed 
blonde glared fixedly at Tim and Bennie as she spoke.

I'll kill them, she thought, I'll just break their little necks!

"Mom's such a good hostess, Dad," Tim said.

"The best!" Bennie added.

"Yes, I'm sure she is. I'm glad to hear that you had company, my dear. 
A young girl like you ... you need to have fun and friends. As soon as 
I get the Edson Building over and done with we'll be going out a good 
deal more, too. I promise you that!"

Carolyn gulped and stared fixedly at her plate. She wasn't hungry. Not 
at all.

*   *   *

Carolyn was out at the hairdressers, and the boys felt duty bound to 
continue their investigation of her private world. Bennie was still 
chuckling about the way their new stepmother had run out of the house 
after they'd confronted her in the living room with the lewd tape of 
her intimate bath of several days before.

The stunned young blonde stood stock still, her face a mask of terror 
as the sounds of her own lewd and obscene moaning came over the living 
room speakers. Even the sound of the water splashing in the tub had 
been caught by the boys' indiscreet microphone. The memory of her 
frenzied self-touching was brought back acutely as she heard the wanton 
tones of her frantic orgasm.

"But don't worry, Mom! We won't tell Dad. Not yet anyway. We'll give 
you another chance to get to be a good wife!"

Carolyn's recorded sighs turned to whimpers of lust over the expensive 
speaker system, and the young blonde could feel her knees trembling as 
she stood there, staring with disbelief into the young boys' innocent-
looking faces.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ... YOU ... YOU MONSTERS ... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT 
LITTLE MONSTERS!! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR? I WON'T STAND FOR 
IT!" Bennie and Tim laughed and laughed as Carolyn whirled and went 
running out the door. They played the tape one more time before they 
went into their father's and stepmother's bedroom to see what they 
could see.

"Hey, Tim, look!" Bennie held up a brown packet that he'd found in the 
bottom of the dresser drawer. Inside there were several pamphlets, all 
of them new.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot!" Tim cried.

They carefully closed the drawers and tried to leave things much as 
they'd found them. but the twins carried the packet of thin books to 
their own room with them.

There, they went through them with considerable interest, until finally 
they found one that particularly stirred their imagination.

Ancient Love Potions, A Survey of Aphrodisiacs Through the Ages.

"WOW!"

"Wow is right!"

They settled down to investigate the book, and it was dusk by the time 
they'd finished reading and studying it. Their stepmother hadn't 
returned yet, and neither had their father. A short while later a phone 
call confirmed what they'd suspected. Carolyn had stopped by Dad's 
office and asked him to take her to dinner.

"Sure, Dad, we'll be just fine. You know we like to cook anyway. We'd 
just as soon cook for ourselves all the time!"

Tim hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. But instead of making 
themselves dinner the boys were getting ready to try a recipe they'd 
never done. An authentic ancient love potion which called for a variety 
of ingredients that could be found in their own kitchen.

"Sure," Tim said, as they were busy mixing and stirring. "It's only 
fair. It's her book, isn't it? She should be the first to get the 
benefits of our first concoction!"

"A little more cinnamon. I'll get the clam juice from the top shelf!"

"Listen, why don't we just call the herb store in town and see if 
they'll deliver the wormwood and ginseng?"

"Great idea, but I'd better get a whole bunch of other stuff, too, so 
they don't get suspicious!"

"Good thinking," agreed Bennie, "And you'd better tell them to charge 
it to Dad's account."

"I don't think he has one."

"No matter, that old bat that runs the place would be more than happy 
to open up an account for Dad. You ever see the way she looks at him 
when we're just passing by?"

"Yeah ... guess you're right. You know Dad sure does deserve someone 
better than old Carolyn!"

"Don't worry, we'll be rid of Miss Hot Pants soon enough!"

The potion bubbled ominously on the stove, and was beginning to 
thicken. The color was an unappetizing gray, so the twins added food 
coloring. Finally it turned a pretty raspberry color, but it still 
smelled god-awful. Afraid to taste it themselves, the boys decided to 
add honey and vanilla to help the taste and smell, and they let it go 
at that.

The mixture was cooling on the outside of their bedroom window, and the 
boys were sleeping peacefully, each dreaming of the morrow when they 
would try out the new concoction by the time Don and Carolyn returned 
home.

*   *   *

"I guess the boys have gone to bed," Don said, looking at his watch.

"Thank God!" Carolyn muttered under her breath.

"What did you say, darling?" Don guided his pretty bride toward the 
bedroom. What a large dinner they'd had down at Trader Vic's, and all 
those Mai Tai's. His head was spinning.

"Oh, I said, 'Thank God, they're getting some rest.' They're so very 
active. They need their sleep."

"Why Carolyn, you're beginning to sound like a real little mother!" Don 
was touched by his wife's concern for the boys. He was going away to 
Los Angeles on business the next day and he was glad that the boys 
would be in good hands with Carolyn while he was gone.

Their bedroom was cool and quiet, and Carolyn sank down into the bed 
without taking off her dress. Her head was throbbing from all the 
drinks they'd had and from the terrible problems she'd been weighing. 
She would never be able to continue living with those kids in the same 
house. NEVER!

"I was thinking, honey," the twenty-one year old said sweetly, as she 
watched her husband undressing for bed.

"Yes?"

"Uh ... isn't there some summer camp the boys could go to. I mean 
before they go to school in the fall. Maybe they should have more 
exposure to kids their own age."

"I don't know, Carolyn. It's too late to get them into a camp now. And 
besides they have their scouting. They seem to get a lot out of that."

"Oh, never mind!" Carol was annoyed. Obviously she wouldn't get rid of 
them until the fall. Almost two whole months to go. "I was thinking 
something else!" she said, her tone slightly belligerent.

Don was climbing into bed now, his pajamas on, while she lay fully 
clothed, her head spinning, on the top of the covers.

"What is it, love?"

"Would you fuck me, Don? Would you fuck me right now!"

*   *   *

In the morning, Tim went to the back door and whistled. After a few 
moments the happy sound of barking came from the woods in back of the 
house.

"Here Shep, good boy, Shep! Come on, boy!"

Shep was an outdoor dog. He very rarely, if ever, came into the house, 
preferring to spend most of his time out playing or sleeping in his 
spacious dog house behind the Larsen's home.

But now the boys wanted to bring Shep into the house. Into their room, 
in fact.

The German Shepherd padded happily into their room and the boys just 
had time to close the door behind him when their father came rushing 
out of his bedroom. He was carrying his suitcase and wearing his dark 
gray suit. The boys knew from past experience that this meant that he 
was going out of town on business.

"Hey, where you going, Dad?" Bennie asked.

"Going to L.A., got to inspect the site again for the Edson Building. 
Wish to hell this thing were all over, boys. I'll be back in a couple 
of days. Three at the most. You take good care of Carolyn for me, now!"

"We sure will, Dad. We'll take good care of her. Don't you worry!"

"I'm late already. I'll grab something out at the airport. Got to get 
the helicopter in Sausalito to the San Francisco airport. See you soon, 
boys. Tell Carolyn I'll be calling tonight!"

By the time the twins returned to their bedroom, they found to their 
amazement that Shep had already discovered the potion they'd prepared 
the night before. They'd placed it on Tim's desk with the intention of 
giving the big dog just a tiny bit, but he himself had found it and 
they now observed him standing up on the chair, his front paws on the 
desk while he consumed a goodly portion of what they'd made.

"CRIPES, SHEP! THAT'S ENOUGH!" The boys rushed forward and rescued what 
was left of the mixture from the hairy family dog.

They then settled down on their beds to watch.

"I hope Shep will be all right!" Bennie said, confiding his fears to 
his brother.

"Looks okay, so far," Tim replied.

The dog was lying on the circular braided rug that lay between their 
twin beds. He seemed to be falling asleep, and the boys were distinctly 
disappointed as time passed and still nothing happened. Carefully they 
read the recipe again to make sure that they hadn't left anything out.

This particular recipe was supposed to have been one used by Madame de 
Pompadour as a sauce for venison. The thirteen year olds realized that 
they had allowed their own "sauce" to thicken quite a bit, but they 
didn't see why this might have a detrimental effect upon its potency.

They had already heard the slow-moving sleepy sounds that their 
stepmother made just after getting up, when Shep began to stir. At 
first the dog turned around three or four times as if trying to settle 
more comfortably on the rug. Then his eyes sprang wide open and he 
began to pant a little bit at first, and then more and more heavily.

It was almost noon then. By the time 2:00 had rolled around it was 
clear to the boys by Shep's erratic behavior that their famous "sauce" 
was a success. In fact, they had to leave the room, locking it 
carefully behind them so as to keep the thoroughly aroused dog inside.

"What the hell is all that racket?" Carolyn asked. She was sitting in 
the living room, still wearing her nglige as she had a late breakfast 
of toast and coffee.

"Oh, nothing, Mom!" Tim said breezily. "Nothing for you to worry 
about!"

Carolyn looked suspiciously at the boys. "Now you two listen to me. You 
father has gone away on business and I want you to know I won't take 
any nonsense from you while he's away!"

"Look who's talking about nonsense! 'Oh, I want it ... need it so 
baaaaaaaad!'"

"'OH, MR. JOHNSON, MR. JOHNSON,'" Tim and Bennie had to run fast to 
escape the projectiles that their father's new wife sent crashing after 
them, but they made the kitchen in time.

"Boy, is she going to get hers!" Tim said, panting as they rested in 
the kitchen.

"Yeah," Bennie echoed, sitting on the kitchen bench. "In more ways than 
one!"

The boys looked at each other, each knowing just what that meant! Each 
understanding the secret unspoken dreams and lusts that had developed 
within their young bodies and minds since their new stepmother's 
arrival in the house.

Then the intimate moment was gone and the twins got down to the 
business at hand.

"What should we put it in?" asked Tim.

"Well, she's eating now. Just toast and coffee, but I'll bet she has 
some more."

"Let's put some in that jam she's so piggy about!"

"Yeah ... that cherry stuff. She's already gone through six jars of the 
stuff since she's been here. If she keeps up like that she'll be as big 
as a house!"

"Good deal, you get the jar and I'll stir some in right on top."

"No, fill the whole jar with it!"

"Good deal!"

*   *   *

Carolyn grumbled to herself in the living room, and then when she heard 
the twins slam the kitchen door, she rose and went into the kitchen to 
get some more coffee. What a hangover! And to make matters worse, she 
still felt a dull sensation of longing in her loins, left over from her 
unsatisfactory lovemaking with Don the night before. Not that she 
hadn't enjoyed it, what there was of it, it was just that there wasn't 
enough! One little orgasm hadn't even put a dent in the built-up lusts 
within the young blonde wife. And now here she was stuck alone in the 
house with those rotten spying kids. If she wanted to have any fun, 
she'd have to go out and get it for chrissakes!

Angrily, Carolyn dipped into the jar of her favorite jam. She took a 
finger full of the sticky liquid while placing two more slices of toast 
in the toaster. Her blonde curls hung in a disheveled mass about her 
head as she absentmindedly waited for the toast to come back up.

At the kitchen window, the one where the cheery curtains were parted, 
Tim and Bennie's heads popped up from time to time to check on the 
progress of the jam.

By this time Carolyn was buttering the slices of golden toast and then 
spreading them thickly with the jam.

"This batch tastes different," the young woman had noted with the first 
dip of her jammy finger into her mouth. But the different taste was not 
unpleasant, and Carolyn decided to enjoy it.

Munching on her toast, she headed back to her room. Five minutes later 
she came out and made some more toast and jam. Tim and Bennie saw that 
their stepmother was yawning as she took the new plate of toast back to 
her room, and they looked at each other with knowing blue eyes.

"It's working!" they said in unison.

It was afternoon and each check-up they'd made upon their stepmother 
proved to them that she was still sound asleep. Disappointed, they 
nonetheless hoped that Carolyn would soon be coming to. It was getting 
harder and harder to contain Shep in their room, and in fact they were 
a little frightened of opening the door at all. They could hear the 
excited animal inside bumping about against the furniture, whining and 
barking as he tried to get out.

"Gee, we don't know how long the stuff lasts, I hope old Carolyn gets 
started before it's too late!"

To while away the time they read more of Carolyn's lasciviously slanted 
books, one of which detailed exactly the scene they hoped would ensue 
from their little experiment. It was amazing to find that their 
imagination had been so closely paralleled by someone else who had gone 
so far as to describe the whole scene vividly in a book.

"Maybe we should become writers!" Bennie suggested.

"Yeah, we could, you know!" But this little idea was rapidly tossed 
aside when they heard the unmistakable sounds of stirring inside their 
stepmother's room.

Inside the darkened bedroom, Carolyn woke up feeling frightened. 
Something was wrong, but she wasn't sure just what it was. She 
nervously ran her fingers through the weight of her long blonde hair, 
feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove 
the shawl from her shoulders and indeed she felt like removing her 
gown. The frightened young wife jumped up and hurriedly ran into the 
bathroom, where she removed her nglige and drew herself a large glass 
of water. Drinking it down, she noted hopefully that it did make her 
cooler. She reached up and adjusted the dial for the air-conditioning 
system in the bedroom and bathroom, turning it on for the first time 
that summer.,

"A shower!" she thought, "That's what I need!" She stepped into the 
deep tub and reached up to turn on a jet of cold water. The feel of the 
water on Carolyn Larsen's deep peach-toned naked body began to inflame 
her, however, rather than cooling her down. Each drop was like an 
obscene caress that stimulated the young blonde beyond belief, making 
her cry out in an acute agony of desire.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING ... WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" she wondered aloud, 
hurrying from the shower and going to the medicine cabinet where she 
withdrew a small tin of salve. The disturbed young woman dipped her 
finger into the salve and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged 
nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing 
upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. 
Instead of soothing her as Carolyn had expected the calming salve to 
do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was startled to find 
herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner membranes with a 
pressure that became more and more furious.

Carolyn had known lust and desire before, but never anything like this!

"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered. "OH MY GOD!"

Everything seemed to be coming apart. At first she felt light as a 
feather and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus 
on something, it appeared to move and shift until she was forced to 
close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad 
body and Carolyn finally fell to the floor of the spacious bathroom. 
She just had to get something inside her ... something that would 
satisfy her!

Panic-stricken by the intensity of her desire, the thought entered 
Carolyn's mind that she might die if she did not have surcease from the 
waves of shuddering lust that spread throughout her system. She rolled 
nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself against the grain of 
the fiber until she reached the bedroom.

"OH HELP, HELP!" she moaned, "Help!"

Without waiting for a second call, the boys came running into the room 
and finally spotted their father's new bride nakedly writhing on the 
floor at the doorway between the bedroom and the adjoining bath.

"What's wrong, Mom?" they asked, their eyes gleaming with excitement. 
But Carolyn didn't seem to be able to answer them. A tiny bit of 
spittle had formed at one corner of her lips and she was panting 
heavily. Her eyes rolled fearfully at them as she pointed to an object 
on her night-table.

"This, Mom?" Tim asked, picking up an ornamental candle. Tim took the 
long phallus-shaped object which had never been burned and which was 
black and purple in color over to Carolyn, and was surprised at her 
strength as she snatched it from him.

The thirteen year olds stood by with interested expressions as their 
twenty-one year old stepmother desperately tried to fit the thick 
instrument up into the raging pit of her vaginal passage. The golden-
haired blonde twisted her entire body upwards from the rug, turning it 
a little to the side, her long legs widespread as the pointed end of 
the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yawning hair-
fringed pussy.

"UUUuuuuuugggggggghhhh!" Carolyn's terror-filled eyes turned to the 
boys who stood nearby. She seemed to be imploring them with her eyes to 
come and help her get the large candle inside her.

Tim looked at Bennie and Bennie looked at Tim. Then the slightly older 
twin stepped forward, his mind made up, and grabbing hold of the 
candle--thus removing it from Carolyn's frantic fingers--he made a 
sudden thrusting motion, twirling it in the flooded pit of his new 
mother's golden-blonde-fringed cunt, pushing it steadily until it began 
to slide with a lewd slippery noise into the young girl's rampaging 
pussy.

Carolyn felt the cold hard-edged object entering her, filling her with 
alarm as she realized that it was making her cum. Making her cum in an 
entirely different way from any that she knew. Her heavy, well-formed 
breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own 
that spread and electrified Carolyn's entire body. Tim was pushing and 
pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing stepmother, a pained, 
contorted expression upon his face that was mirrored by Bennie who 
stood nearby watching.

"MOREMORE MOREMOREMOREMORE!" Carolyn commanded. It was not enough. No, 
the twisting and thrusting candle was not enough and the orgasm that 
was enveloping her at the very moment was not enough. "IT'S NOT ENOUGH 
... NONONONO ... NOT ENOUGH!" she shouted in desperation.



Chapter 6


"Go get him, Bennie!" Tim called, and Bennie went flying from the room. 
Moments later the sound of Shep's heavy panting came from the 
livingroom, and then the dog entered the bedroom.

Carolyn lay upon the floor, twisting and turning as she cried in 
desperation trying to satisfy herself now that her husband's young son 
had stepped away from her.

Tim saw Shep bounding into the room, with Bennie fast behind him and he 
spoke. "Here, Mom ... here's something that will help you out!"

Carolyn, confused and upset, could not believe her eyes when the big 
dog came into her line of vision. His furry black and brown head neared 
hers, and his panting tongue touched her face.

"NO!" she cried, cringing away. "I HATE DOGS ... I HATE DOGS ... LET ME 
OUT OF HERE!"

But Tim and Bennie were adamant. "Come on, Mom. You're not in any 
position to quibble. See Shep sure does like you!"

Already the big dog had smelled the sensuous scent of Carolyn's 
flagrantly aroused pussy. Already the dog knew what it was that he had 
to do.

Carolyn seemed to realize the full seriousness of the situation and to 
understand exactly what it was that the boys had in mind.

"NEVER!" she cried, despite the bursting, building lust within her. 
"NEVER, I TELL YOU!"

Carolyn tried to get up but Shep, excited by her shouting, pounced upon 
his master's new wife, his heavy paws pushing against the soft 
nakedness of her shoulders, pressing her down once more onto the shag-
rugged floor.

Tim and Bennie watched their stepmother's fear-contorted face. They 
were sure that she couldn't fight her own rising desires not to mention 
the German Shepherd's superior strength. The lusty hot smell from 
between the female's legs incited the big animal, and the boys could 
see that he was ready as they bent forward to see the rigid animal 
shaft pointing forward from the beast's hairy belly, hanging like a 
giant spear, twitching and throbbing with lust as it poised seemingly 
waiting for a command to sink its massive head into the golden trimmed 
pit of Carolyn's seeping pussy.

"Ready Shep ... Yeah, you're ready big boy!"

"Get her now, fuck her, boy, fuck her 'til she screams for mercy!"

Tim and Bennie grinned at each other, and marveled at their evil 
command. Bennie could see that Tim's hardened throbbing cock was 
pushing against his summer shorts exactly as his own was. It twitched 
spasmodically as he, too, waited in lewd anticipation. Our time will 
come, he thought as he watched the huge animal lift itself; the huge 
redness of its lustfully hard cock hovering over Carolyn's trembling 
thighs, getting a firm grip now on the rug just on either side of her 
shoulders so that he could ram his aching cock into her fiery pussy.

"OH NO NONONONONONO nononononoooooooooooo!" Carolyn moaned, fear 
gripping every portion of her lovely, defenseless body. Yet, the 
building force of the potion within her was working against her. 
Struggle as she would there was no way for her to escape the enormous 
animal whose teeth loomed so near to her face, whose pawing dug 
convulsively into the rug beside her delicate exposed flesh.

Clumsily the drugged dog probed for the tenderness of Carolyn's aching 
pussy, pushing the swollen red tip of his dripping cock into the soft 
smoothness of her widespread thighs again and again in a vain effort to 
find the pulsating wet opening. But just the touching and the fur that 
tickled over her nakedness was enough to start the flashes of climax 
within the drugged young wife. By now she was aware of only a huge hot 
form hovering over her perspiration glistening body. The dog didn't 
exist, the twins were mere shadows in the distance, there was only the 
sensation of the pulsing animal member near her desire-drenched vagina.

Carolyn's orgasm was building again and she had no control over it now 
as it grew like a huge ocean wave coming down fast over a California 
beach. The tormented young blonde housewife groaned softly as the dog 
poked at her and the electric shocks began shooting through every pore 
of her tortured skin. Impulsively, the excited young wife pushed her 
shapely hips upward in an effort to impale herself with the thrusting 
penis, but she failed, and began clutching her buttocks in one final 
effort to reach orgasm. She had to cum! Had to release the terrible 
aching want in her soft, quivering pussy.

Tim and Bennie's eyes were glued to their stepmother's sleek, 
undulating loins as they strained up desperately for the big dog's 
raging cock. They wanted to see the dog get inside her before she came 
this time, and of one mind, the boys reached forward and grabbed the 
German Shepherd's fur sheathed penis, pushing it forward as the dog 
jerked against their fingers. Easily they guided the throbbing dog-cock 
toward their stepmother's burning cunt and pushed it inward to the 
background of Carolyn's whimpers.

"Good Shep. Good old boy!" they crooned to the faithful animal. "Do it 
now ... do it ... she deserves it!"

The lust-filled dog had never known such excitement. Below him the 
human female's clasping pussy nearly sucked him in of its own volition 
before he suddenly took control and drove his massive swollen penis 
deep into her gyrating flesh, filling her with what seemed like all 150 
pounds of his animal muscle.

"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" Carolyn wailed as shocks of pain ricocheted 
within her tender vaginal walls. But it wasn't only pain, it was 
pleasure, luxurious pleasure that filled her nakedly longing body and 
made the wet yearning walls of her desire-maddened cunt palpitate with 
ecstasy. There was no stopping now, it was too late. Suddenly every 
muscle in the lithe housewife's drugged body contracted as wild ripples 
of electricity flashed through engulfing her and a tumultuous rising of 
climax flooded through her trembling white belly until it reached the 
madly, pulsing walls of her simmering pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHCUMMMMMMMMINGGGGGG I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMM 
CUMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!" she wailed like an uncontrolled animal herself, 
her nakedly gyrating body twisting and writhing in the last untamed 
throes of her orgasm.

Then with the sudden release, she relaxed momentarily, completely 
exhausted. It was only then that the shivering young blonde realized 
that something still was thrusting in and out of her ravaged pussy. She 
felt it thrusting and pulling in and out as she lay prostrate upon the 
floor of her bedroom, her eyes closed as the massive instrument of lust 
kept moving within her indecently exposed pussy.

"Who is it? Who is it?" she thought, dazedly. Her mind had protected 
her from the harsh reality of the situation by blanking out, and now 
she felt too tired, and perhaps too frightened to look. But then she 
heard the voices of the twins.

"Good boy, Shep ... Good boy ... She really dug it, Shep!"

"Great going, old dog!"

THE DOG! Carolyn's eyes flashed open in horror and stared at the lust-
crazed form of the panting dog that continued humping her with all its 
animal fury.

"OHHHHHHH GOD NOOOOOOO!" she clawed and screamed, trying to pull away 
from the sexually aroused animal. It was too much for her. It wasn't 
just a person who had aroused and started the tingling of her loins and 
who had subsided it with his driving cock, it was a dog!

A giant German Shepherd was fucking her like a bitch in heat he had 
found on a street corner! This was the final defeat. The final 
degradation! Her mother's voice came back to taunt her. "You'll never 
amount to anything much Carolyn. You haven't got what it takes!"

Yes, that same mother she had tried to prove wrong all this time. The 
same woman she'd been planning to invite to her new home within a few 
days. How could she gloat now about her success, how could she even 
face herself in the mirror ever again. The proud, new Mrs. Larsen, wife 
of a successful architect, no longer the nowhere student and part-time 
secretary. No, now she was supposed to be somebody! All her dreams had 
been dashed in this one terrible moment! She had struggled and connived 
to become Mrs. Don Larsen, and now she was a perverted creature, 
destroyed by the horrible ravishment of an animal!

Carolyn's eyes began to roll in their sockets as with horror and shock, 
she watched the animal above her, continuing in his last gasps of 
orgasm.

"Get him off me ... Get him off!" she wailed pitifully, turning toward 
the boys. It was too much watching the animal, but when she turned for 
help to her husband's sons she saw that they had exposed their boyish 
cocks and were letting their fingers move with determination along the 
hot rigid flesh as they watched their father's wife being mounted by a 
dog.

"Oh my God ... my God! You've done this ... you've done this to me!" 
she cried out to them. The distraught young twenty-one year old knew 
that if she didn't stop the dog now she might succumb once more to the 
lustfully throbbing penis that rammed again and again into her hair-
covered pussy.

Already Carolyn could feel the moisture starting to seep from her 
aching pussy and she knew that she must stop him or she would become 
aroused again by the devilish fire that lurked in her system. She 
couldn't stand it! She had to stop him!

Tim and Bennie laughed heartily, but their laughter stopped abruptly as 
they saw their stepmother succumb once more to the lewd dog-fucking she 
was getting. Their own desire had crept up on them, and the tingling of 
their youthful loins became stronger and stronger as their heated palms 
increased their friction against two hard, desire-filled cocks.

"Make him stop!" she continued to cry, but Tim and Bennie could see 
that her lovely even-featured face was once more taking on that blank 
expression that signaled the continued potency of their 'sauce'!

For Carolyn, the ripples of excitement were growing again, trembling 
through her entire body as the obscene animal passion grew and grew. 
There was nothing else again but the red-hot throbbing that filled her 
with rigid muscle, spreading the clinging gold hairs of her streaming 
cunt wide as it penetrated to the fullest, the dog's lower belly 
pressing against her nakedly trembling flesh, his open, panting jaws 
dripping trails of saliva. But now she didn't care. It was all a dream, 
a bad dream that wouldn't stop until she had brought the excited animal 
to the end of his strength. There was nothing to do but accept the 
pummeling cock, the surging hardness within her delicately formed 
pussy. She had to give in!

The trapped housewife's passion had won the lascivious battle as she 
raised her shapely hips to meet the out-and-in thrusting of the great 
dog, fighting to defeat him, and to defeat herself in the making, to 
cum again and again until it was all over.

"Oooooooh! Ooooooooooh! Oooooooooooh!" Carolyn moaned now, deliriously 
responding to each lewd thrust. "Now doggie, now doggie, further ... 
now doggie! MORE ... MORE ... MORE!"

The struggling blonde's muscles seemed to be exploding as she let still 
another crashing climax invade her impossibly tensed body. Finally the 
big German Shepherd had come to the end of his endurance and began 
squealing like a puppy as he, too, climaxed in a rage of snarling 
desire, his animal ears hearing the female beneath him as she cried out 
in pain and pleasure.

"Aaaaaarrrrrr AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she wailed from deep within the tense 
throat as the final whiplash of potent orgasm reached her flaring hair-
rimmed cunt and set it a tingling with a final culmination of 
excitation. It seemed to snap like a whip within the young stepmother's 
tormented loins, releasing her as well as the dog from their obscene 
fucking.

"DOGGGGIIIEEEEE! II'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGGGGG! YESSSSSSSSSS ... I 
AMMMMMMMMM!"



Chapter 7


The boys couldn't wait a moment longer. Impulsively they shed their 
clothing and moved forward to remove the exhausted German Shepherd from 
their stepmother's trembling form. Bennie hurriedly dragged the stunned 
satiated dog out of the room, not knowing how much longer Shep would be 
manageable. Shep allowed himself to be led, and as Bennie let him out 
the back door he saw that the big dog was showing signs of being sleepy 
again, heading directly for his dog house several feet away.

Bennie's boyish face and body were flushed with excitement as he rushed 
back to his waiting brother and stepmother.

Inside, Carolyn lay in a semi-swoon upon the floor, anguished thoughts 
and feelings mingling with the strange sensations that the boys' 
special potion had aroused within her. Just as she was about to sink 
further into the much wanted oblivion that reached up for her, Carolyn 
felt two small, hot palms slowly pushing her knees apart. She jerked 
and tried to stop them, but behind her other hands caught hers and held 
them out on either side of her unprotected body. THE TWINS!

Tim's hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her nakedly 
quivering thighs, and their new stepmother moaned and twitched as they 
reached the softest, uppermost portion of her creamy flesh and began to 
toy with the smoothly sensitive skin there. She heard Bennie's heavy 
breathing behind her, and Tim's in front of her, and groaned from the 
awful humiliation of being touched by the hateful little boys. But she 
felt weak and helpless, a pawn caught in their lewd little game. She 
could only hope that it would all be over soon, that somehow she would 
be able to continue a normal life after such perverse treatment! She 
was still but dimly aware of what was real and what wasn't, and the 
tremors that traversed the fragile surfaces of the young bride's 
nakedly exposed skin were of a confused and indefinite nature at this 
point. Through half-closed blue eyes, the blonde housewife could see 
Tim's golden head of hair below her, as he peered intently at her 
secret genitals; and above her, Bennie looked fixedly down at her face 
as though studying her reactions!

Tim peered greedily at his father's new wife, a beautiful luscious 
blonde creature whom he had already watched in the most intimate of 
postures, the lewdest of acts. The thirteen year old feasted lustfully 
upon the tight hair-rimmed opening between his stepmother's legs until 
he saw tiny tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks.

Carolyn moaned as she felt the boy's middle finger slip suddenly upward 
to flick at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed 
involuntarily before him. She felt so open and vulnerable down there 
between her legs, prey to whatever horrible things her husband's sons 
might think of to do to her!

Tim was surprised at how still the older woman lay now, almost as 
though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new shaft of 
excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his own audacity. AFTER 
ALL, HE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER CUNT! He felt his brother's bright 
eyes on him as he observed everything that happened, knowing that his 
turn would come and that both boys' wildest dreams would soon be 
realized.

Then Bennie whispered to him, "HURRY!" and Tim knew that that was what 
he wanted too. They had waited long for this moment, and now that it 
was here they would act! Clearly the longer they waited, the more 
danger there was of their special 'sauce' wearing off. The young blond 
boy bent over the helplessly spread loins of his father's wife, and 
first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her womanhood. The perfume of her 
body, strong and heady after her excitement, exhilarated him and Tim 
felt he was no longer a thirteen year old boy, but an ageless man, a 
man born for this very moment. Hesitantly, beneath Bennie's approving 
gaze, Tim flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the trembling hair-
surrounded slit of Carolyn's quivering cunt. His tongue ran over the 
tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that 
protected them. Carolyn jumped against Bennie's restricting hands and 
might have escaped but for the fact that her movement made the young 
boy's tongue probe deeper into the moistly trembling split of her hair-
lined pussy. She fell back with a grunt, feeling the untoward desire 
rising once more as though there were no end to it. But how could she 
allow this? Allow two young children to do such a thing to her!

Tim knelt up between the long spread legs so that they would remain 
apart, feeling his mind bursting with lust at the sensations his tongue 
was relaying. Greedily, he continued the lascivious stroking with his 
deftly worming tongue moving slowly up and down within his stepmother's 
secret pussy, pausing at what he soon came to recognize as the most 
sensitive areas by Carolyn's increasing squeals of delight to rotate 
his tongue about in small titillating circles against the bare, moist 
flesh.

"Oooooooooh God!" Carolyn knew now that she was going out of her mind. 
Never had she felt more horrible and degraded and yet, the ghastly fact 
was that she wanted this incestuous sucking to continue. She couldn't 
even cry out to her precocious stepson to stop. But inwardly she 
screamed, I can't stand it, but I want it, I want it!

Low guttural moans rose in the drugged housewife's throat but nothing 
stopped the onslaught against her nakedly exposed body. The white plane 
of her belly danced before the children's eyes as Tim continued his 
hungry lapping at Carolyn's helplessly aroused pussy.

His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Tim looked beyond the 
golden curled mounds of his stepmother's writhing cunt toward his 
brother. He nodded for Tim to continue. "She's just getting hot again 
now!" he mumbled excitedly, his hands moving irresistibly down to 
fondle the taut, swollen breasts that bobbed so temptingly near his 
face as Carolyn began to buck up and down, to arch her back with the 
pleasure she was receiving.

His two hands smoothed and manipulated the big, firm mounds of flesh, 
toying and exploring the fascinating nipples that had grown so stiff 
and hard while he watched.

"OUR FIRST WOMAN!" he called down to Tim, and saw Tim nod his head 
imperceptibly as he brought wicked tingles of pleasure to his 
stepmother with the lewd motions of his tongue.

Carolyn felt control slipping farther and farther from her as the 
tender caresses to which she was being subjected continued. What if her 
husband were to return and find them like that? Find her enjoying 
immensely this depraved licking down between her legs by his own child?

But her flaring vagina was throbbing unmercifully, and the hands upon 
her breasts only served to make the pleasure greater still. Her 
quivering pussy was like a hot, glowing coal being fanned to greater 
and greater heights of lust.

"Hurry! Put it in her now ... NOW!" Bennie cried breathing over the 
soft breasts that were warm and moist in his hands. Bennie could take 
no more. His own boyish cock was so stiff that he knew he could cum at 
any moment. Only sheer willpower kept him from doing so.

Tim raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately that the moment 
had come. He and his brother had been virgins long enough, but after 
this night they would have graduated to a different status. No one 
would know it yet, but they would be men! To his tentatively touching 
fingers, his own penis felt hard as granite in his hands, and it seemed 
to swell bigger by the moment, bigger than it had ever been before. 
Before him he saw the small pink opening of Carolyn's straining pussy, 
just waiting and ready for his cock! HE WAS GOING TO DO IT. YES, HE WAS 
REALLY GOING TO FUCK A WOMAN, AND THAT WOMAN WAS GOING TO BE HIS NEW 
MOTHER!

Carolyn cried out at the sudden loss of delicious contact at her 
yearning genitals. "God," both boys thought simultaneously, "She really 
wants it. She really digs it!"

As the young thirteen year old hesitated Carolyn called to him, 
"Please! Please! Oh God, do it to me. DO IT TO ME NOW!"

The drugged housewife had to quench the horrible desire that had risen 
in her loins, had to know physical peace before she could even think 
straight again. Then it would be over, she hoped. It would be all over!

Tim kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath and trembling a bit 
himself. His still virgin penis was going to know the soft insides of a 
woman's willing cunt for the first time in his life! And that woman was 
his father's wife! The boy took another look at the shapely, wildly 
opened legs and bent forward to ease them still wider. The luscious 
coral-hued vagina seemed looser and moister than ever before and 
despite his doubtful feelings for Carolyn herself, he thought her 
shivering cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. 
The excited twin pushed his rampant young cock forward then and made 
the first exquisite contact with Carolyn's velvety cuntal flesh, 
worming the smooth rubbery head of his slender penis further and 
further upward as he advanced.

"Ooooooohhhh ...!" Carolyn responded, the boyish cock tantalizing her 
tormented cunt until the young blonde's helpless whimpers filled the 
entire bedroom. And then finally, Tim thrust the thickened tip of his 
surging penis into the flowering entrance of his stepmother's vaginal 
passage, pushing upward, further and further, continuing the slow, 
constant act of penetration until his boyish young cock was finally and 
triumphantly buried completely up inside the hot depths of the older 
woman's quivering white belly.

Tim gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation 
and refrained from crying out, listening as his father's wife began to 
chant with desire.

"Ooooh yessss ... oooh ... UNNNNHHHHHH ... UHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!"

The young boy inclined his body backward from the excited twenty-one 
year old, arching his raging penis upward, attempting to reach the 
farthest height of the tightly clinging feminine channel, and although 
it did not seem to go to the very end, it went sinking in completely 
out of sight, buried deep inside Carolyn's snugly hugging cunt so that 
his tender young testicles hung flush against the mewling woman's 
smooth, naked buttocks.

From his position above his stepmother, Tim's twin, Bennie, could see 
that the older woman was completely enraptured. Her mouth opened and 
closed gaping fish-like as sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a steady 
stream.

Carolyn began to rotate her hips up to meet the boy so that Tim had to 
hold onto his stepmother's thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. 
His rigidly penetrating shaft felt fabulously pressured by the 
stimulating ripples of Carolyn's cuntal sheath. Again and again now, he 
shuffled forward in toward her on his knees, forcing his fiercely 
aroused penis deep up into his father's wife's hungrily contracting 
channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow 
apricot as her hotly accepting pussy swallowed his virginal young cock, 
pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.

Bennie watched, entranced, his fingers still kneading his stepmother's 
wondrously soft breasts. He was fascinated by the sight of his 
brother's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body. It was like 
watching himself, looking at his identical twin, and even without the 
full experience, Bennie could feel much of what his brother was 
feeling. His upward thrusting cock was still and hard, throbbing with 
each inward thrust his brother made, and Bennie gave a slight moan with 
each of his brother's, while letting his agile fingers play freely with 
the woman's flesh beneath them.

Tim watched his own powerfully driving cock appear and disappear like a 
well oiled piston into their stepmother's straining and welcoming 
pussy. The skin of his slender young cock was reddish and swollen, and 
each time Tim wormed upward into the spread blonde pussy, Carolyn gave 
an excited grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily beneath Bennie's 
manipulating fingers.

Carolyn's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up 
higher so that the boyish cock could enter her still deeper. Even 
though it was not very large, the lunging boy's penis was arousing her 
inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows, and the perversity of the 
position of being fucked against her will, but wanting it desperately, 
of being taken by her own husband's sons, was beginning to appeal to 
her drugged senses. She had the sudden and overwhelming desire to cum.

But the boys didn't want that at this time, not yet. "Come on, it's 
your turn, Ben!" Tim cried suddenly, just when he felt Carolyn 
beginning to go to pieces beneath him. Bennie did not have to be asked 
twice. In a flash he bounded into position, and Tim moved reluctantly 
but swiftly. Almost without losing a stroke, Bennie had slipped his own 
virgin cock high into the receptive womb of their stepmother.

"OH TIM IT'S SO DAMNED GOOD!" he cried out, his head snapping back with 
the pleasure of it all.

Tim stood by, hesitant at first, and then he acted. "I think there's a 
way we can both do it at the same time, Bennie!" he cried, slipping 
behind Carolyn and turning both the older woman and his brother so that 
they were on their sides. Bennie continued his tremulous, rhythmic 
fucking, enjoying now what his brother had enjoyed so well before.

"Ooooh God, good, good, good!" he chanted, half out of his mind with 
the bliss of his surging cock.

But within moments he felt something happening, and knew that Tim was 
thrusting his own cock from behind the writhing nakedness of their 
stepmother. She was so much bigger than the two of them that it was 
like making love to a big, beautiful soft mountain of flesh, and Tim 
easily thrust his anxiously throbbing cock between the two large mounds 
of Carolyn's buttocks, sliding down the moist wet crevice of her anus, 
and finding the slippery hair-ringed opening which was now occupied by 
his brother.

He pushed at first against his brother's ardently fucking penis, and 
then, getting the knack of the direction, adjusted himself, clasping 
Carolyn's big, swollen breasts from behind and pulling backward with 
all his might. It happened! His own cock slid in right beside his 
brother's, snugly, and now both of them were rising high inside the 
clinging orifice of their stepmother's gyrating pussy!

The two boys' cocks rising high within her were larger together than 
one enormous man's cock, in addition to the fact that one was arched 
slightly forward, while the other was arching slightly backward within 
her tight vaginal passage. Her orgasm, on the verge of exploding, was 
suddenly thrust away by the vicious, hot pain of this cruel dual-entry. 
Yet, the two straining and thrusting cocks moved smoothly once the boys 
got their rhythm going together.

The harassed blonde housewife, lying on her side in her own bedroom, 
sandwiched in between her twin stepsons, flexed her cuntal muscles 
tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance, and was 
immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed 
to incite the boys more, and abruptly they were lunging against her, 
rocking her nakedly quivering body back and forth between them, their 
cocks speeding higher and higher inside her defenseless pussy. She 
tried to relax, growing limp between the two thirteen year olds until 
they began to fuck in and out of her in an established rhythm that she 
forced herself to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her 
cuntal walls stretched desperately in their attempt to achieve a dual 
ravishment. She could feel Bennie's tongue searching for her lips and 
automatically she returned the boy's kiss, while Tim's hands kneaded 
feverishly upon her sore and tender breasts.

They returned then, those first sensations of passion ... galvanic 
tingles of lewd desire coursing through every vein she had, arousing 
licentious chills that crept along the base of her spine as she felt 
the lewd, evenly measured cadence of the twin boys who were fucking her 
simultaneously.

"TIM! BENNIE!" the tormented blonde sputtered out, and then her mouth 
sucked in hard taking Bennie's tongue back within the warm, moist 
depths of her mouth, and spontaneously it seemed, the new bride's body 
began once more to twitch and writhe of its own volition between the 
teenagers. She could hear small mewling noises escaping her lips, an 
incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of Bennie's mouth as 
they kissed. Unconsciously, the overwrought twenty-one year old let her 
passionately aroused cunt contract with wanton abandon as the 
delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with every 
stroke.

Both Tim and Bennie could feel their father's wife responding to their 
ardent fucking. They could feel the urgent answering throbs of her 
surrendering pussy around the lengths of their buried cocks. Her smooth 
cunt-flesh began a spasmodic opening and closing around their pulsating 
members creating an experience which neither one of them was likely 
ever to forget.

Carolyn's pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were once more filling 
the room, and her tousled blonde head lolled from side to side on the 
rug while her hips began a slow rotation between the two naked boys. 
The thoroughly aroused stepmother's quaking buttocks ground backward 
into Tim's loins while her smooth silken belly and breasts moved 
voluptuously against Bennie; meanwhile the two hotly skewering cocks 
rose higher and higher within her seething pussy.

Carolyn didn't even try to understand the new wave of entrancement that 
was saturating her whole being. She was only aware that all the pain 
had left her, and given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that 
began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-
ending of her velvety flesh. The drugged young wife was a mass of 
exquisite moisture between her full creamy thighs as her hips and 
buttocks undulated and rotated around the two impaling thirteen year 
old cocks.

First Bennie, and then Tim moved his hands down between them to better 
conjure up the image of their stepmother's moist grasping cunt as it 
slid up and down their thickened shafts, picturing the thin pink ridges 
of coral-hued flesh, pulling out and clinging to both cocks as the 
wildly aroused young woman screwed backward and forward between them. 
They seemed to be able to see the silken pussy lips between her legs 
absorbing the delicate folds back into her as they swallowed the 
slippery glistening length of their vital cocks on each slow 
tantalizing upstroke.

The twins listened to their father's wife as her whimpers of 
uncontrolled delight continued while she labored with utter abandon, 
her sweat-filmed face contorted into a half-smile of sheer joy. She was 
gone now, completely lost, completely conquered by their superior 
knowledge, by their vindictive fucking!

Wetly sluicing noises rose from their combined loins as Carolyn's 
secreting cuntal channel received the thirteen year old boys' lustful 
fucking. Her hungry gyrations were making them mad with desire, and 
they knew they could not go on much longer. Then of a common accord 
they each pulled their deeply buried cocks from their stepmother, until 
only the two tips were still penetrating the flushed and swollen lips. 
Then they plunged forward with every ounce of strength between them, 
ramming the adulterous housewife with the full aching lengths of their 
penises, thrusting them high up into Carolyn's helplessly exposed 
vagina.

"UUUUUUuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhHHH!" Carolyn groaned as they thrust 
against her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of the twins' excited 
loins, the one in front of her, the other behind. The lust-hardened 
cocks rampaged into her receptive pussy like twin jackhammers pushing 
the unresisting folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before 
their smooth rubbery heads.

There were long hard plunging strokes into the golden-haired wife's 
seething vaginal passage now, and the quivering lubricated walls 
clasped feverishly around the fleshy forms of the twin cocks as they 
slithered up moistly to defeat her. Carolyn groaned loudly at the 
complete filling of her stretched passage as the powerful dual 
thrusting into her grinding cunt continued. Her head rolled wildly now 
from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the 
unbelievable delight that was lifting her to the very heavens.

Carolyn realized suddenly that this was it. She was going to ... yes, 
it was going to happen, with such unprecedented force that it was 
agonizing, it was enormous! The sweet build-up inside her mushroomed, 
spreading to become an immense and overpowering force.

"OOOOOOOH! OH GOD! OOOH! I-I'M GOING TO CUM OH DARLINGS I'M GOING TO 
CUM YES BOYS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, DARLINGS! I'M 
CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGG!"

Carolyn pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing at 
Bennie's tensed driving buttocks, pulling him in a near demented frenzy 
deeper and deeper within her widespread legs, while Tim pulled against 
her breasts from behind her, forcing himself upward into the seething 
pit of her climaxing vagina.

The crazed stepmother's obscenely spread cuntal walls opened into a 
myriad of seeping cells, inundating the sliding pistons within and 
making their way easier. She grew wild inside with the orgasmic climax 
that shook her, and her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of 
ecstasy as it continued, sparkling fireworks of pleasure within her. 
And then she felt the twins tense and jerk and her head reeled as two 
hot and powerful jets of boyish sperm burst, filling her entirely with 
warm wetness, making her streaming vagina clasp and unclasp 
desperately, milking at the twin cocks like a sucking starving mouth.

For a long, long moment there was nothing but their breathing filling 
the room and then the boys fell away from her, releasing their grip 
upon their father's wife. Stunned by their first true orgasm, they lay 
limply on the floor beside Carolyn's soft and still trembling 
nakedness.

Moments later the boys stood up and looked down at the woman their 
father had married.

"Gee, Mom ... you were great!"

"Thanks, Mom! It was the nuts!"

Carolyn blinked as she heard the twins words. The potion was at last 
wearing off, and the first acute waves of shame and anger engulfed her. 
She turned her head in time to see two pairs of naked young buttocks 
disappearing from the room. The door was closed softly behind them. The 
full memory of all she had done since the odd feeling had come over her 
earlier in the bathroom rushed over her, and a giant sob wracked her 
chilled body.

Suddenly the phone was ringing shrilly in the darkened room, and 
tearfully, hysterically, she was stumbling toward it.

"Hello, Carolyn, my love, this is Don! How are you? And how are the 
boys?"

"Fine ... oh fine ... We're all just fine!" Carolyn said, holding back 
bitter tears of terror.



Chapter 8


It was another bright sunshiny day in Northern California, and the boys 
looked forward to it with their usual enthusiasm. They had made several 
decisions since the day before, and one of them included modifying the 
formula for their special sauce. They planned to make it a liquid for 
one thing, and for another, they wanted it to last for a shorter length 
of time. That way they could be free to use it almost any time, not 
just during the times when their father was out of town.

All day long they worked in the kitchen, and never once did they see 
Carolyn. Her door had been closed the entire day when they finally hit 
upon what they decided would be a proper mixture for their aims.

"I didn't get straight A's in chemistry for nothing," bragged Tim to 
his brother.

"Well, I only got one B myself, and let's just test it out to make sure 
it's right before we get carried away!"

The boys squabbled as they usually did, but there was an even greater 
bond between them than before. They had really managed to take 
themselves over the brink from childhood into manhood, and each felt a 
special glow about that fact, and self-congratulations were certainly 
in order. They smiled a lot during their 'work' and seemed to still 
feel the delightful tingle in their youthful loins that their 
stepmother had so agilely inspired.

Although neither had mentioned it really, they both knew that they had 
further things in store for their adulterous stepmother, and already a 
final plan, more drastic than any yet devised, was a promising speck on 
the horizon.

"Okay ... go get the cat!" Tim said at last. "We'll try it out!"

*   *   *

"What's the matter, lover, are you shy? Don't you like my looks?"

"No, no, it's not that!" Don protested. As a matter of fact he liked 
the exciting brunette's looks quite a bit. What's more they were alone 
in his hotel room. A present from the contractor. It seemed terrible to 
think of a human being in this manner, but that was most certainly what 
Gloria Morrison was.

He thought about Carolyn, his new, young wife, wanting to be back in 
San Rafael with her, not stuck in L.A. on business. Before his recent 
marriage it hadn't seemed hard to travel, but now that he had something 
special to go back to, it was only annoying to have to spend time away 
from home.

"Your wife! I bet you're thinking about her, aren't you?" Gloria had 
noticed the new wedding band on Don Larsen's ring finger.

Don blushed. "Yes," he admitted, "Yes, I guess I was."

Gloria took in the craggy good looks of the middle-aged architect. 
She'd been paid, and it looked like she wasn't going to have to do 
anything for it! But she liked Don's looks and thought him a 
considerable change from her usual clientele. The least she could do 
was talk to him!

"I know lots of guys think about their wives," she said confidentially, 
toying with the little pieces of lace that stuck directly between the 
large shapes of her breasts, breasts that were barely covered by her 
low-cut dress.

"But most of the time, you know, they think it's not taking away from 
their wives, it's really adding to the relationship!"

Don was really missing Carolyn now, he wanted to call her again. 
Yesterday's call had been strange, oddly unsatisfying. Even though his 
new wife had told him she'd been napping and so was a little groggy, 
she'd sounded odd.

Gloria was continuing, and Don was wishing she would leave soon so that 
he could call Carolyn.

"Yeah, you know some wives are, how do you say it, a little cold. A 
real hot-blooded guy now, he wants more action than that. Suppose he 
was to get involved with some other chick, well that's no good. This 
way, you got no hang-ups, and you get a little fun, too!"

"I'm afraid I've got to make a phone call," Don said.

"Gonna' call her huh? Well, that's okay ... listen I won't even listen. 
Who knows, you ever think she might be having a little fun, too?" 
Gloria chuckled. Her pride was hurt. If this guy thought he was just 
going to throw her out, he was crazy. She'd leave when she was ready. 
She had a heavy date later on, but that could wait if necessary.

Don felt embarrassed and slightly confused. He didn't want to be 
downright rude to the girl who'd suddenly appeared at his hotel room. 
He hated unpleasant scenes.

"Fine," he said in an exasperated tone.

He picked up the phone and asked the hotel operator for his home 
number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Bennie? Tim? This is Dad. How's everything?"

"Tim, Dad. Everything's just fine."

"What's all that squealing I hear in the background?"

"It's the cat, Dad. Bennie gave her some catnip and she's freaking 
out!"

"Oh, well, put Carolyn on, will you?"

"Mom? Oh, I don't think she's here, Dad. She went out a little while 
ago."

"OUT ... OUT WHERE?"

"Oh, I don't know ... some friends of hers."

"I see, well tell her I called. She can call me later on when she gets 
in."

"Swell, Dad, I'll be sure to tell her. We'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, around 7:30, I guess."

"So long, Dad!"

Don hung up the phone. He felt vaguely uneasy, and somehow depressed 
and seeing Gloria's svelte figure across the hotel room did not 
reassure him at all.

For the first time in their short marriage, Don was really worried, 
even though he knew he had no good reason to be. Carolyn certainly had 
a right to go out with a friend. But the fact that she had made him 
think about the difference in their ages. Perhaps marrying a girl so 
much younger than he would have its problems after all. Even if the 
problems were only in his head, they were still problems.

Gloria turned and came back with two full glasses.

"Bourbon and soda," she announced, "Out, huh?"

"I thought you weren't going to listen," Don replied, taking a glass.

"Oh, you didn't believe that, did you?" Gloria asked sitting down 
beside him and laughing close to his ear. It was a soft, sensuous sound 
that caused a chill to run up and down Don's spine.

"No ... I guess I didn't," he replied pleasantly.

*   *   *

The orange cat streaked past Carolyn and out the front door, bumping 
into her legs and just narrowly avoided running into Shirley's. The two 
women entered the living room and nervously Carolyn turned on the 
lights. She'd persuaded her old girlfriend, Shirley, to return home 
with her after meeting her for a drink in a tavern in town. It was 
clear to Shirley that her old school chum was in some kind of trouble, 
but she had never quite gotten out of her exactly what it was. 
Something to do with her husband's twin boys, but Shirley couldn't 
imagine that the boys would cause Carolyn that much trouble. But then 
she knew very little about children, so she was willing to go along 
with Carolyn's request to sleep over with her one night until her 
husband returned from Los Angeles.

"Gee, Carolyn!" the pert redhead exclaimed, "What a swell house! You 
sure are lucky!"

Carolyn was too upset to secretly gloat over her friend's envious 
statement. Somehow what once might have been a moment of triumph left 
the disturbed blonde bride cold.

"What would you like Shirl, a drink, coffee ... anything ..."

"I could go for another drink. Hey, I'll bet that TV's color ... 
right?"

"Yes ... turn it on if you want to!" Carolyn disappeared into the 
kitchen. It was spotless. No sign of the extensive hours the children 
had put in there.

"How about a daiquiri?" she called back from the kitchen."

It was the first bottle that Carolyn spotted, and it seemed easiest 
just to grab for it. She didn't realize. of course, that any of the 
bottles in the liquor cabinet would have created the same effect for 
her.

"Say, where are those two little monsters anyway?" Shirley asked as 
Carolyn returned to the room with the drinks.

"I ... I guess they're in their room. Asleep, I hope!"

"Gee, it's terrible that you don't get along! I mean everything could 
be so perfect! Say, this drink is great!" Shirley settled into the deep 
sofa, her short skirt revealed almost the entire length of her sleek, 
tanned thighs. She could have gone out with Harry tonight, but this was 
proving more fun. Just hanging out in such a beautiful place, Shirley 
couldn't help but hope that some of the elegance would rub off on her. 
The daiquiri tasted really good and the prospect that before the 
evening was out she might hear some interesting tidbits of gossip from 
her friend was decidedly titillating.

"So tell me more about your husband. What's his name again, Don?"

Carolyn was distracted. Her head had been fuzzy all day long and now it 
was beginning to throb again the way it had when she'd first awakened 
around 2:00 that afternoon. The same doubts about her sanity were 
returning even though her friend was there. Had she imagined 
everything? she wondered for the umpteenth time that day. But the 
soreness between her legs and the scratches on her smooth creamy body 
were evidence enough to tell her that everything that she remembered 
was real. But what had come over her? What strange lapse had made her 
succumb to such horrible desires? She knew that she'd been feeling 
frustrated, but certainly not to that extent? Or had she suddenly 
turned into some kind of nymphomaniac?

"Hey, Carolyn, I'm talking to you!" Shirley suspected that there was 
really something wrong between Carolyn and her new husband, but that 
the pretty blonde was shy about coming right out and saying it. The 
television set droned on in the background as the two women sipped 
their drinks and Carolyn tried to assure Shirley that there was nothing 
wrong between Don and herself.

"Say, Carolyn, how'd it be if I brought my boyfriend over here to meet 
you one night. You and Don I mean. It would be nice, huh?" Shirley was 
beginning to wish that she had gone out with Harry. She could feel a 
mellow warmth in the pit of her belly that signaled the start of desire 
for the ardent caresses she'd come to expect from Harry. He picked her 
up every night after work usually, and they'd go to her apartment and 
make passionate love until it was time to go out and get something to 
eat. Sometimes Shirley would make them spaghetti or something like that 
and they'd stay in, and on nights when Harry didn't have the early 
shift at Ms job he might stay over.

The small redhead had a compulsive urge to talk about Harry now since 
she couldn't be with him.

"And he's real cute, Carolyn," she said.

"That would be nice," Carolyn said running her fingers through her 
blonde curls. "You two could come to dinner. Maybe next week, Shirley." 
That funny pulsing deep in her well-used pussy was starting again, and 
Carolyn's throat felt dry, and as she drank more of the daiquiri she 
found that she was salivating too much. Shirley was going on and on 
about her boyfriend and Carolyn hardly listened. She was having trouble 
focusing again, and she felt she ought to go into her bedroom, but she 
didn't feel she had the strength to stand. Suddenly snatches of 
Shirley's conversation were reaching her, and the young girl's words 
struck her with the impact of tiny arrows which stimulated and teased 
wherever they hit.

"And he's got the biggest thing! Carolyn. You'd have to see it to 
believe it! And you know, he knows just how to stick it up inside me. 
Not too fast, you know ... nice and slow, and by the time he's all the 
way in, for crissakes, I'm nearly out of my skull! And he can go on for 
hours ... really, I'm not just making it up.

"Boy, what a workout! Whenever I see him ... just see him, Carolyn, you 
know? He makes me get all sticky down there just wanting him, and all I 
can think of is spreading my legs wide and saying, Harry baby, come and 
get me!"

To Carolyn's distorted vision it seemed as if the young redhead were 
writhing about on the sofa next to her. The girl's words seemed to be 
exciting her and her fingers had begun to move up and down the trim 
outline of her tightly encased body. Shirley's dress left little to the 
imagination, and Carolyn could see the outline of the other woman's 
breasts, the hard, little nipples, and the full round forms that 
surrounded them. Her soft little belly seemed to quiver as she spoke, 
and between her long, exposed legs, Carolyn could imagine a tight 
redheaded little cunt, not unlike her own.

"Jeez, Carolyn, I feel so ... so funny! All horny-like, you know?"

Although she did not answer, Carolyn knew what her guest meant, for she 
herself was having a hard time keeping her hands from an intimate self-
caress not unlike what she had attempted the day before.

"JEEZ ... HEY, MAYBE I OUGHT TO SEE IF I CAN GET AHOLD OF HARRY ON THE 
PHONE!"

Carolyn spoke then. Her voice was hazy, low and smoky. "Why call him. 
We don't need him, do we? We've got each other!"

"HUH?"

Carolyn's fingers moved slowly to the other woman's breasts, two hands 
that were soft and feminine cupping the twin mounds of flesh eagerly 
and holding their warmth as the blonde housewife stared into her 
friend's grey-green eyes.

"Oooooooh!" Shirley cooed, her hands covering Carolyn's, moving them as 
she squirmed beneath the other woman's touch. "That feels nice, 
Carolyn. I never thought I would like a woman before ... but you ... 
you're so ... so pretty ..." Shirley's words were slurred and jumbled 
together, but Carolyn wasn't paying any attention anyway. She was 
undoing the back zipper of the other woman's dress, and finding that 
Shirley was just as eager to help her as she was to get the restricting 
dress off.

As the dress came off, the creamy, brown-tanned flesh of Shirley's 
breasts became fully visible, and then the thin, indented waist that 
gave onto full shapely hips, a soft curving stomach with its deeply 
indented belly-button, and below the curl fringed red hair, the same 
color as that on her head that formed the triumphant triangle of the 
young girl's quivering pussy.

Carolyn's head dipped low as she compulsively took one cherry tipped 
nipple into her mouth, beginning to suck ferociously upon it as she 
slowly squeezed and massaged the other with her fingers. It felt so 
good to be with a woman! It was something that Carolyn had never even 
considered before, but now, it seemed the most natural thing in the 
world! And what was more, the desire she felt had an extra bittersweet 
aura about it that Carolyn could not resist.

"Ooooooh ... ohhhhhh!" Shirley's fingers were moving, reciprocating as 
she pulled against her friend's sweater, and finally lifted it up over 
her head. Carolyn shook her blonde curls out as the pink cashmere 
sweater came off. She reached back herself to undo her brassiere clasp 
and as the lacy white cups fell away her tingling naked breasts were 
exposed to the other girl's sight.

"Oh, lovely!" Shirley cried, leaning over to kiss Carolyn's full, soft 
mounds of flesh. Carolyn felt the heat rising in great gusts inside 
her, and even as Shirley was kissing her, she wriggled impatiently out 
of her skirt and pants, and with one tormented lunge, found herself 
sprawled over the redhead's petite body upon the wide sofa. Breast to 
breast, belly to belly, Carolyn squirmed and smoothed her nakedness 
over the other woman's. It felt like heaven. Nothing she had ever 
experienced with a man could so compare with the soft roundness of 
another woman's curves against hers.

"Ohhh, baby, baby, baby!" Shirley was cooing, as the softly quivering 
flesh over hers made her grow more and more excited. Carolyn's pink 
lips parted to meet hers, and the redheaded girl opened her mouth wide 
in acceptance, her tongue sweeping out to encompass Carolyn's in a 
delicious mingling of wetness.

Slowly Carolyn began to grind her loins against Shirley's as the rising 
excitement between them told her that satisfaction was on its way for 
both of them. Her golden-curled cunt spread and closed with each ardent 
rub against Shirley's redheaded mound, and the sheer pressure created a 
friction against the steadily blossoming little clitoris that each 
woman owned. Tender inner flesh spread against tender inner flesh, 
coral and pink hued, the women close as twins, mated their glistening 
and undulating pussies with a rhythmic joy that grew more and more 
voluptuous as the moments passed.

Neither one of them noticed the two young boys who had silently taken 
their places across from the sofa, each sitting in an easy chair, naked 
as the day they were born some thirteen years before. The twins' hot 
burning eyes took in the sensuous scene between the two women, and 
silently, but excitedly, they stored the knowledge they were gaining 
for future reference.

Their already stimulated penises gave a jump as they saw their 
stepmother under the influence of their newly modified drug slide down 
along the little redhead's trembling form to look down between her 
parted legs. Judging from the cat's reaction to the new mixture, this 
'sauce' ought to be a softer experience, and ought to not last as long. 
Time would tell.

Shirley was moaning soft words of encouragement to her married friend, 
and the boys could see the vulnerably displayed vaginal slit that 
seemed to glow between her legs beneath the reddish gold of her pubic 
hair. Obediently, Shirley kept her shapely legs apart, looking up 
starry-eyed at the slightly older woman. Carolyn was twenty-one and 
Shirley had just turned twenty. The young redhead felt a strong 
outpouring of love for Carolyn, a love she'd never thought herself 
capable of for anyone, much less another woman. She cried out with 
delight now as Carolyn's fingers tentatively touched her keenly aroused 
vaginal lips. Then the young housewife's fingers began to explore the 
moistly seeping pit of Shirley's warm, soft cunt, making hotly searing 
contact with every little cranny of the young sensitive organ so used 
to Harry's huge raging cock. With a tickling touch, Carolyn's thumb 
smoothed over and around Shirley's tiny sensation-filled clitoris, as 
her other fingers began to slip tantalizingly up into the nakedly 
exposed tightness of the redhead's curl-trimmed pussy.

The boys could see their beautiful stepmother's passion-distorted 
features, those gently swaying breasts with tips like tiny 
strawberries, that brightly curling 'vee' of her vitally moved pussy. 
God, she was magnificent, they had to admit, despite the lack of 
affection they felt for their father's new wife.

Carolyn was warming to her task, her shamefully probing and worming 
fingers were now moving all the way inside Shirley's acquiescing young 
cunt ... sliding higher and higher up between the younger girl's 
nakedly quivering thighs. Eventually she wedged her entire naked body 
in between Shirley's shapely legs, pressing her big, firm breasts up 
against Shirley's moistening genitals as she did so!

"IT'S WONDERFUL!" Carolyn murmured to herself surprised that she could 
think of the sensuous feel of another woman as so pleasurable. So soft 
... and so wet! she thought, twisting and teasing her fingers within 
the tightly contracted hair-surrounded pussy of her school friend.

And then a spark ignited between the two women, stronger than what had 
gone before. Shirley began to cry out with delight feeling her aching 
pussy feverishly responding to the gently twirling fingers high up 
inside it. There was something subtle and yet strong about the feeling 
and it awakened inside the aroused redheaded girl incredibly thrilling 
spasms of lust that soared and climbed up and down the length of her 
body. With a small shiver of surrender, Shirley's legs suddenly relaxed 
even more and voluntarily stretched wider apart. As she gazed into 
Carolyn's face, she read upon it an unmistakably lewd expression. Yes, 
Carolyn was enjoying it as much as she was!

The feelings were growing more and more intense and Shirley only wanted 
to feel more and more of her old chum's fingers high in her softly 
tingling cunt.

Helplessly she writhed, wantonly enjoying the erotic attention of the 
other woman.

"Look at them go!" Tim whispered to Bennie, an excited gleam in his 
eyes.

"They're really getting at it!" Bennie replied, huskily. Glancing 
sideways the thirteen year old saw that his twin had the same 
enormously rigid erection he had. But he quickly turned back to the 
sensually stimulating play they had instigated between the two women. 
It had been pure chance that Carolyn had brought a friend back with 
her, but they had counted on her having a drink of something that 
evening. The fact was that they'd both downed a goodly portion of the 
'sauce' in the daiquiri bottle.

The sight of their adulterous stepmother and her friend, two luscious 
women with passionate expressions upon their faces, writhing obscenely 
upon the sofa started incredible aches in the boys' testicles as their 
heavily swollen cocks pulsed licentiously. They felt as though they 
couldn't breathe, their sweet boyish faces bathed in perspiration as 
they gazed mesmerized at the incredibly exciting scene before them. 
They heard Shirley moan softly and deliriously as Carolyn continued her 
ardent finger-fucking, probing the warm, moist recesses of the younger 
girl's willingly splayed cunt! Strangled gasps came from Shirley's lips 
as the tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the sofa, 
and her passion-flooded red-haired pussy began to quiver with a stormy 
release of steaming orgasmic moisture.

Unconsciously the boys began to let their clasping fingers move up and 
down the blood engorged shafts of their wildly aching cocks.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Shirley cried. She gave herself up 
with shattering certainty to Carolyn's wildly slaving fingers, at last 
at the breaking point. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting 
fingering of her nakedly climaxing pussy pushed deeper and deeper, 
pounding repeatedly against the redhead's crazily sucking cuntal walls. 
She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, overflooding and 
overflowing. Her mind and her soul and her body were swallowed in 
swirling hot flashes and drowning in a blissful pool of ecstasy.

Long moments later as the two women lay sweetly entwined and Shirley 
came to groggily, she whispered up into Carolyn's shell-like ear, "Now 
me ... let me do you now!"

"Please!" Carolyn replied, "Please!"

*   *   *

Gloria sensed Don Larsen's throbbing reactions and began to suck at the 
older man's hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth 
digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails 
where they scraped the skin. God, she thought, I practically had to 
force him into it, and I'm really getting a charge out of it.

It was unusual for the young call girl to feel anything when she was 
out on a job, contrary to the excitement she felt when she was with her 
own boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. But tonight something was 
different. She guessed it was just her pride, but still and all, she 
was getting an inordinate amount of pleasure from Don's thrusting cock. 
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she sucked and she could 
feel the tension mounting in her loins as she longed for completion 
down there.

Don looked down at the girl's lust-twisted face, and at her dark hair 
curling against pale cheeks. His fingers lightly touched her mouth and 
his shaft, and he saw his own hard spear of flesh completely absorbed 
between her ovalled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. It 
was wrong to be doing this, to have let her persuade him, and yet he 
wouldn't stop what was happening for the world. He felt her massaging 
the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly and expertly with one 
hand while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base 
and she sucked rhythmically up and down. CHRIST! He could feel the 
softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of 
her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at its 
tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Don Larsen, 
flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call girl's head 
moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she was 
simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in little 
gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from behind.

She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt and 
stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an impromptu 
striptease a short while before. For a moment Don wondered if Carolyn 
would do such a thing to him. He'd never dared ask her, but just the 
thought that his wife might be persuaded to do such a thing sent 
additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.

He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Gloria would not leave 
until something happened, and when she'd noted his hesitancy to touch 
her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on the sofa and started it, 
kneeling between his legs, sucking his half-aroused cock until it was 
ablaze with desire. Now she slipped her hands beneath Don's tense 
buttocks, cupping them in her palms, pulling his loins tighter to her 
face as her tongue slipped around and around the swollen tip furiously. 
Don felt it pushing near the bursting point while Gloria took nearly 
all of his rigidly throbbing cock as far back in her throat as was 
humanly possible. It had occurred to him before that by doing this he 
was not exactly unfaithful to his wife, but now this strange dream was 
to be shattered as Gloria suddenly gave a wild cry and let his bobbing 
cock slip from between her lips. With a swift and graceful movement the 
young dark-haired girl had positioned herself upon his lap, and with 
one well placed thrust, the full blunt-tipped shaft of his cock sank 
high up into her receptively clenching pussy. Gloria's arms wound tight 
about him, her lips pressed intensely against his, her tongue moving 
rapidly as again and again she slammed herself up and down upon his 
rising penis, hard, long strokes, letting Don's ever expanding cock 
caress the smooth inner walls of her cuntal channel.

The bluntly pounding tip found its mark as she thrust herself down upon 
it, forcing the rock-hard penis deeper and deeper up into her with 
increasing bliss for both the call girl and the newly married 
architect.

The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing 
colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through the 
young girl's soft, white body to the core of her very innermost being.

Don began to grunt and groan along with his visitor as he pumped harder 
up into her downward spiraling pussy, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw 
at his testicles. Don could hear his own strangling noises forcing 
their way from his throat. Christ, she was making him cum! He writhed 
his hips furiously. NOW! NOW!

He felt the needle-thin stream of white hot sperm rush from his balls 
along the length of his fiercely fucking shaft and squirt in never-
ending streams into the girl's greedily accepting hair-fringed cunt.

Gloria thrust her buttocks down onto the beautifully expanded cock 
within her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her trembling body 
contracted when her orgasm hit, and she rose up and nearly fell to the 
side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. A squeal came from 
deep inside her chest and the unleashed pressure inside her exploded in 
torrents of bliss as she convulsively clutched at Don. Together they 
ground out the final spasm of desire until at last there was no more 
left.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Gloria said at last when several 
minutes had passed.



Chapter 9


Carolyn awoke with the vivid memory of the evening before imprinted 
upon her brain. She blushed once more as she thought of the passion her 
old school friend had brought out in her. It was so strange, and so 
upsetting. Still, Carolyn could not deny that the experience had been 
something completely out of the ordinary ... something completely 
special that would haunt her for a long while to come. She was thankful 
that only she and not Shirley had seen the twins tiptoeing from the 
living room, returning to their own rooms after having watched their 
fill. Her hatred for their meddling seemed to have grown a hundredfold 
and it was with difficulty that she even thought about them. How she 
had ever allowed the perverted little bastards to touch her, let alone 
force her into a lewd act of submissive intercourse was beyond her, and 
once more the doubts about her sanity, the confusion of wondering what 
on earth she ought to do, besieged the twenty-one year old bride.

She'd known many friends who were in analysis, and now she thought of 
calling one of them to get the number of a psychiatrist who might be 
able to help her. Still, this morning she didn't feel nearly as groggy 
as the day before, and Carolyn hoped it meant she would not have any 
more of the disturbing spells! She rose around noon, her usual time, 
and took a cold shower. Beneath the jets of cool water, she could not 
help remembering Shirley's fingers at her breasts, and she wondered 
what the other woman was doing that day.

Carolyn didn't have to wait long to find out, for when she got out of 
the shower the telephone rang and it was Shirley. Would she want to 
come over for lunch at her place? Carolyn accepted, unable to shake the 
pleasurable memory of the other woman's body close to hers. Perhaps it 
would happen again, only this time she would be away from the house, 
away from the dreadful twins!

A short while later she was dressed in a becoming summer pants-suit and 
a straw hat for the sun. Instead of going into the kitchen to make 
coffee she decided she would have some at Shirley's. She would stay out 
late, and that way Don would be home by the time she got back. But 
before she got out the front door she heard a small voice behind her.

"Going to get some more pussy, Mom?"

Carolyn whirled. Both Tim and Bennie were standing in the doorway to 
their room, grinning ear to ear like Cheshire cats.

"I'll get even with you spying bastards!" she screamed at the top of 
her lungs, her normally pretty face distorted by an ugly grimace. "I'll 
get your father to send you away. You'll be lucky if you get back even 
on holidays when I've finished. God, how I hate you little runts!"

But the boys' laughter echoed in her ears even after she had slammed 
out the door, and her threatening words seemed hollow and meaningless.

Nevertheless she rushed toward the waiting car and her friend's house 
and warm welcoming arms.

Inside the house the boys lounged around for some time before Bennie 
finally spoke. "You hear what she said about sending us away?"

"Sure I heard it. I'm not deaf," replied Tim, he was cleaning a pair of 
his old tennis shoes.

"Well, we gotta do something, right?"

"Right!" Tim agreed.

Together they slowly developed what seemed like a good idea to them, 
and then they set off for the local swimming pool to cool off.

"We'll see who sends who away!" Tim giggled as the two boys bicycled 
down the road.

*   *   *

At 7:00 p.m. the helicopter landed at Sausalito airport and the tired 
architect got off. His car was waiting in the nearby parking lot and he 
headed wearily toward it. He felt oddly old and defeated, even though 
the building plans were going well. The encounter with Gloria had 
profoundly depressed him, and after the aggressive girl had left his 
hotel room, the middle-aged husband had felt used, and one question had 
burned hotly in his mind. What was Carolyn doing that night? He still 
thought about that as he drove home on the freeway, and Don was glad 
that soon he would be home seeing Carolyn and that soon all his fears 
would be allayed, and his new wife would be close to him again. He 
scolded himself for being so apprehensive. Surely everything would turn 
out just fine, despite the growing awareness that his new bride's 
sexual drives were somewhat stronger than his. He felt that tonight he 
would certainly be ready for her when he got home. A sense of anxiety 
and guilt encouraged his desire for Carolyn as he made the turn for San 
Rafael and headed for his home.

It was a considerable disappointment to him to find when he arrived at 
7:30 that his wife's temporary car was not in the driveway. His heart 
pounding anxiously, Don let himself into the house.

The boys had dinner waiting.

"Hi Dad ... welcome home!"

"Where's Carolyn?" he asked. The last thing he felt like doing was 
eating, but after washing his hands, he sat down at the table anyway.

"Oh, Mom's out with a friend. She ought to be back soon!" Bennie 
replied.

"What friend is this that she's seeing so much of?"

"Oh, I think she has lots of different ones!" Tim replied ambiguously.

Don tried some of his lamb chop, cooked to perfection by the twins, but 
he still wasn't hungry. There was an empty feeling in the pit of his 
stomach, as if there were a hole there.

"Have you seen any of these ... uh ... friends?" he asked, fearful as 
to what the answer might be.

"Well, last night she brought one of them home with her. He was kinda 
weird, named Cyril I think," Tim mumbled while chewing his chop.

"Uh ..." Don choked and stood up. "Listen boys, I'm not much in the 
mood for eating. I think I'll just go in and lie down until Carolyn 
comes back. Thanks for fixing dinner though. It's pretty good!"

"Well, Dad, we were hoping to get a chance to talk to you about Mom. 
She's been acting strange lately, and we thought you ought to know."

"Strange ... how strange?" Don asked, halfway toward the living room.

"Uh, well, it's hard to describe, Dad!"

"Well, perhaps I'd better wait then and discuss it when Carolyn 
returns."

Don just couldn't bear discussing his pretty new wife with the boys. 
All he wanted was for her to return and to tell him that everything was 
all right, that there was no reason for this terrible feeling of 
impending doom that he had.

The door closed behind him and Tim and Bennie looked at each other. Now 
that Dad had gotten back before Carolyn it was going to be a little 
harder, but somehow they would manage anyway.

A short while later Bennie knocked on his Dad's door and entered the 
room. Don was lying on the bed, but was not asleep.

"Forgot to replace the toothpaste for Mom, Dad. I'll just put it over 
her sink."

"Fine, son." It was touching how devoted the boys were to Carolyn. Don 
closed his eyes once more and sighed. Why didn't she come home?

The toothpaste securely in place, Bennie exited and said good night to 
his father.

Don was suddenly very tired ... the plane trip, the helicopter, the 
bustle of Los Angeles, all had conspired to make his return home a let 
down, especially since his wife hadn't even been there to greet him. It 
wasn't that he'd been that far away or away all that long ... it was 
just the principle of the thing.

He drifted into a half-sleep, and just as he was on the brink of a 
profound sleep, the door opened and Carolyn came into the room. For 
some reason he lay still as though he were sound asleep, watching her 
as she moved.

Carolyn paused over the bed and thinking her husband to be asleep 
yawned and went into the bathroom. Christ, that girl could go on 
forever! Not that Carolyn was complaining about Shirley, she had 
thoroughly enjoyed her lunch, and had stayed on until now, renewing the 
intimate contact the two women had known the night before. Thinking 
about Shirley, Carolyn began to undress, taking off her pants-suit and 
revealing the total lack of any underwear underneath to her husband on 
the bed. Never suspecting that she was being watched, Carolyn rubbed 
her palm appreciatively against the golden mound of her pussy, and then 
turned to go into the bathroom. The light flicked on, and she stepped 
into the shower, rubbing away the traces of her female companion's 
perfume as quickly as she could.

Then stepping out of the warm water, Carolyn opened up the new tube of 
toothpaste she found over her sink and began to brush her teeth.

The taste of the toothpaste was oddly familiar, but pleasant, and 
Carolyn brushed lengthily, knowing that there would be alcohol on her 
breath as well as the familiar scent of another woman's excitement.

Refreshed and ready for bed, Carolyn padded barefoot back into the 
bedroom, and slipped between the sheets on the other side of her 
husband.

"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Don asked.

Carolyn jumped. "Oh, Don, are you awake? You seemed to be sleeping so 
well that I didn't want to disturb you ... How are you darling, welcome 
back!"

Carolyn's voice sounded false on Don's sensitive ears, and as Carolyn 
leaned forward to kiss him, he roughly pulled her to him.

"What the hell have you been doing? Why weren't you here when I got 
back?"

"Don, you're hurting my hair. Let go!" Carolyn felt frightened. She'd 
never heard Don use this tone of voice with her and a new side of his 
personality was making itself known to her.

"Answer me! Who is it you've been out with?"

"Shirley ... my old friend Shirley, you've heard me talk about her. I 
was lonesome ... cooped up here with those ... kids. I needed someone 
to talk to!"

The tingling began in the lower pit of Carolyn's belly and she knew she 
was having another attack. Desperately, she tried to persuade Don that 
he had nothing to be upset about. She apologized profusely for having 
been late in getting home, and when her husband let go of her hair she 
could not help beginning to rub her naked body licentiously against his 
clothed form.

Before much time had passed, she was begging and pleading with her 
husband, "Oh, Don, fuck me ... fuck me, quick ... please, please, do 
something!"

In spite of the many doubts he had about Carolyn, Don was aroused by 
the beautiful young woman's agitated motions upon his prone body, and 
he began to fondle and kiss her, feeling the sleek, white nakedness of 
her flesh responding to his touches and hearing her urging him to do 
more.

Hastily, Carolyn helped Don out of his clothing, and while he lay back 
she moved swiftly and surely over him, letting his hard cock penetrate 
the widespread lips of her besieged cunt, rising rapidly up and down 
over and over again, squealing and gurgling as her lust was satisfied 
again and still again, and still Don managed to remain hard and to 
refrain from cumming.

"Oh, baby, oh honey, oh Don, oh sweetheart! Oh, it's good, it's so good 
... oh can you do it more and more and more ... I've got to cum one 
more time ... just one more time!"

Don continued to give his young wife the hard up-thrusting that she 
demanded, as she crazily spun and flung herself down upon him over and 
over again. And then finally, exhaustion overtook him, and the strain 
of withholding his orgasm had drained all desire and excitement from 
him. Still, he climaxed with an unsatisfactory feeling, knowing for 
sure that something was wrong now. His ejaculation over, the tired 
architect fell into the relief of a deep and dark sleep.

"Oh no, lover! No ... no ... not yet ... not yet!" Carolyn cooed. But 
she saw that it was too late. Don's limp penis slid from the seething 
orifice of her flooded pussy, leaving the drugged wife with a horrible 
need still untouched within her straining loins.

Hurriedly, she climbed from Don's still body and stood in the middle of 
the room. She knew what she had to do, no matter how distasteful it 
might have seemed to her under ordinary circumstances.

Slipping from the room, she padded out into the living room. Her naked 
body glistening with perspiration, her breathing coming in jagged, 
uneven bursts as she tried to deal with the mounting desire within her 
drugged system. Knowing that within the house there was only one answer 
to her immediate problem, Carolyn headed for the twins' room. Utterly 
ignoring the dark interior of the room, which she had never even really 
seen before due to a complete lack of interest in the thirteen year 
olds, Carolyn headed directly toward the two still forms that lay in 
the twin beds on the opposite side of the room.

"BOTH OF YOU WAKE UP! I'VE GOT TO HAVE BOTH OF YOU!"

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"Oh, Mom, we couldn't possibly do anything like that!"

"Stop it, Mom, stop it!"

"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT! GOT TO! YOU LITTLE 
BRATS! DO YOU HEAR ME!"

"Stop, Mom! Stop!"

Even through the deep sleep that had overcome him in the next room, Don 
could hear the loud noises. They seemed, in fact, to be right in the 
room with him. Almost as if there were a speaker system there leading 
from one room to the next. Don woke up in a cold sweat, hearing his 
sons' strident calls for help, and his wife's words becoming more and 
more lewd. At first it seemed a terrible nightmare, and it was clear 
that there was no one in his bedroom, Don ran outside into the living 
room. The door to the boys' room was open, and he dashed inside.

Tim and Bennie in varying states of undress were clearly attempting to 
defend themselves against their new mother's attack, as they scampered 
to the opposite ends of the room to try to escape Carolyn's clutching 
hands. With one excited lunge, however, Carolyn reached forward and 
grabbed hold of young Tim's leg, pulling him over and down onto the 
mattress of his bed, and hurriedly reaching inside his pajamas to find 
his youthful penis. Her head darted down, her parched lips widened to 
accept her stepson's swelling cock in her mouth, her seeking, hungry, 
sucking mouth. While Bennie leaped upon her back in an attempt to pull 
her away from his brother.

"Help! Help!" Bennie cried, as Carolyn turned on him and managed with 
her superior strength to get him down on his back. The excited twenty-
one year old blonde then pushed her nakedness forward and began to 
writhe lewdly upon the twins on the bed. While her husband watched in 
an abject state of shock, Carolyn cried out to the boys, "Oh fuck me, 
oh suck me, oh do anything to me! Just do it! God, I think I'm going to 
die! Don't just lie there! Do something!"

Incensed by the obscene sight before him, Don's face grew redder and 
redder. The lewdly writhing twin surfaces of his wife's totally exposed 
buttocks before him enraged him still further. He had to take some sort 
of action, and the first action that came to him was brutal and 
hideous, but fitting for a woman who was trying to debauch his young 
sons, he thought.

"I'll do something!" he cried, advancing upon them. "Tim and Bennie, 
you get out of here! I'll take care of her!"

"Gee, Dad!" Tim and Bennie declared innocently, in unison, slipping out 
from under their momentarily distracted stepmother's bobbing breasts.

They scuttled away easily, themselves frightened by the look upon their 
father's face. In all the time they'd known him they'd never quite seen 
him like this!

Tim and Bennie went to the door, but instead of leaving as they'd been 
told, they remained, too curious to miss what would happen next.

Carolyn saw the awful look her new husband's face bore and she knew 
despite the terrific lust brewing in her veins that she had erred 
hopelessly. Somehow everything had gone wrong, and this was the moment 
of truth!

Everything she'd worked so hard to attain was now really down the 
drain, and what was more she felt that she was in great danger of being 
physically harmed by the normally gentle, understanding middle-aged man 
she'd married.

"Oh, God. Oh God ... let me explain ... Don, please let me explain!" 
she wailed.

"I've had all the explanation I need," Don replied, tight-lipped, his 
face now ashen white. Carolyn tried to be sweet, charming, alluring. 
"Oh, Don ... darling ... please ..." Her fingers went up to Don's face, 
but her touch enraged him so that Don twisted her arm around, until she 
was forced to turn her entire body about, until she was lying on her 
breasts and belly on one of the boys' beds.

"NO, DON, NONONONO!" she cried. "Oh, let me go ... please let me go ... 
I PROMISE YOU IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!"

"Get up on your knees and I'll give you something that you'll never--
God, no, never forget!" Don cried out.

Cringing helplessly forward, Carolyn obeyed slowly, her knees quavering 
as she raised her creamy mounds high on the bed. She looked back at her 
husband with an expression of sheer terror, feeling that she was about 
to receive the thrashing of her life. But Don had other things in mind. 
Beating was too good for Carolyn, he felt, and only something 
particularly suited to her crime would suffice.

"You thought you had a good thing going, didn't you?" Don asked, his 
voice bitter and his eyes filled with loathing for the beautiful young 
creature who knelt lewdly upon the bed in his sons' room.

From her uncomfortable position on the bed, terror struck deep in 
Carolyn's heart. "Oh, Don, please don't say things like that to me ... 
Oh, Don!" she whimpered.

Everything was muddled in her mind. It didn't seem possible that she 
could be finding herself in this situation. And yet didn't her wanton 
actions indicate that something was wrong? Still, even before the 
strange spells, Carolyn had to admit to herself that she had been 
restless enough to accept the magazine salesman's intimate embraces, 
and if she had not been caught by the twins, it would have been fun 
having him back, time and time again. Don was right to be furious with 
her, but God, what was she going to do now? How could she ever start 
her life over again? Without Don's benevolent protection, without 
anything?

Don peered down at Carolyn's white, widespread buttocks deciding that 
he would punish the lovely young girl he'd been so in love with in a 
manner which she would never ever forget. How many times had she 
betrayed him in the short weeks of their marriage. Don hesitated to 
even wager a guess. He'd been so anxious to keep her happy, so hopeful 
that she would return the deep love he felt for her. But she had been 
insatiable, so insatiable that she had gone into his sons' room to 
attack them when he had fallen asleep! It was unspeakable! Unthinkable! 
Perhaps she'd even been in their room before! The boys had said 
something about their new mother acting strange, and he'd paid no 
attention to that!

"YOU SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He was naked behind his 
adulterous new bride, his once dormant penis now bulging thick with big 
veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, 
he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of the twenty-one year 
old's full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard 
her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward 
and licked the small brown opening of her tiny, puckered anus.

"NNNNNNNNNN ...!" Carolyn shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back 
there. It seemed so obscene that Don should be doing such a thing to 
her, and yet, deep inside the little thrills created by the 'sauce' 
she'd consumed in her toothpaste began to sprout once more. How could 
she protest when she knew that she deserved this from Don. He was her 
husband, and she could not deny that she had been unfaithful ... more 
than that, she had committed an unforgivable act of bestiality, 
fornicating with a dog! And the family dog at that! More than that she 
had known mindless delights with her husband's children, accepting 
their slender boyish cocks high up within the moist, willing confines 
of her womb, and had made passionate love with another woman, not once, 
but twice.

Now her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her 
defenselessly spread ass-cheeks sent chills running through her.

"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Don 
withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown opening. 
Carolyn's long, beautiful legs were spread far apart, so far that she 
could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined at her 
loins. Then suddenly the new bride felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her 
rectum and she realized with alarm that Don was working his finger into 
her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden surge of fear 
Carolyn realized that he was going to push it all the way into her. She 
tried to wiggle away from him as his middle finger began to turn in the 
deep channel of her tightly clenched rectum, sliding steadily inward 
and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.

"NNNNNNnnnnghhhh!" Carolyn groaned. The pain in her unused passage was 
indeed horrid and even worse was the very idea of what Don was doing!

But Don pulled her buttocks back up in the air, when she tried to 
scramble away, or lean forward to escape his touch. He made his guilty 
young wife remain in the humiliating position that made her rear 
passage so wide open to his lewd fondling.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? You were begging for something 
... for anything ... well this is something!"

The watching twins cowered by the door, wondering if perhaps they had 
gone too far in their little trap. To their amazement their father had 
turned into a cool, appraising madman. They had not quite expected 
that. But they decided to watch it all to the very end, in case they 
might be able to be of some assistance in one way or another.

"NnnnnnnNNNNNNGHHHHHH!" Carolyn grunted, more softly now, and the boys 
could see that their father had removed his finger from their 
stepmother's back passage, and that he had replaced it with the hard 
knob of his thrusting cock. They could see that his penis was beet red 
from the effort of trying to slip into the tight cringing little hole 
that nestled between their new mother's pale and trembling buttocks.

"Jeez!" said Bennie.

"Cripes!" Tim whispered under his breath.

Carolyn's face reddened. She seemed so very exposed, so vulnerable. 
Tears ran down her cheeks and her long, blonde hair fell in her eyes. 
She was trying to support herself on her elbows but every now and then 
she would pitch forward, propelled by Don's thrusting penis. It was 
only in about a quarter of an inch, but the pain in her virginal back 
passage was more than she could bear.

"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life ... fuck you in that 
tight little ass of yours ... the one you sit on all day long except 
when you're shaking it for someone else!" Don whispered, huskily.

Don's words stung and echoed in Carolyn's ears and her pink, flushed 
body trembled uncontrollably from the pain in her rectum.

Don let his fingers roam teasingly all over Carolyn's beautiful legs, 
her hips and her belly, and both of them sensed that it was for the 
sake of memory ... that it was perhaps the last time he would be 
touching her. Carolyn felt her skin crawling everywhere Don touched. 
She whimpered softly now, wondering if he would ever be finished with 
her, and yet not wanting it to end, for at the end, she felt was an 
abyss of darkness in which Don would not care what happened to her.

Then his hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips beneath 
Carolyn's pale white belly, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding 
wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her blonde-haired cunt.

"AAAAAAAAAH!"

Simultaneously, Don began to rock and to push, rock and push, worming 
forward all the time, pulling Carolyn's helplessly exposed body back to 
him so that within moments the hot tip of his penetrating penis surged 
forward all the way up into the depths of the young girl's tightly 
resisting anus.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Carolyn twisted desperately, trying her 
best to get away from the red-hot searing pain in her rectum, but Don's 
thick cock was angrily sinking further and further into the tight, dark 
virginity of her back passage and the shameful pain flared up to 
include every portion of her being.

The young woman felt weak and debilitated as though she would never be 
able to hold up under this lewd back-fucking. Behind her she could feel 
Don beginning to warm to his task, moaning out lustfully behind her in 
a voice she'd never heard him use before.

"UUUUuuuuuughhhhhh! Fuck back ... fuck back!" he growled out.

Weakly at first, and then with more and more assurance, Carolyn did as 
she was told, while nearby the twins watched with increasing interest.

With each vicious stab from behind, the young wife tried to screw her 
quivering buttocks back into the pain. Perhaps, soon, it would be all 
over. Perhaps then this one would be the last, horrid stroke!

But it was not over, and Carolyn's cries of distress began to trail off 
as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to ignite a 
masochistic spark deep within her. The drugged wife's belly quivered 
with a definite pleasure at what was happening and something about even 
this ghastly punishment released that hidden torrent of lust that had 
lain buried inside her. She could visualize herself almost as though 
she were someone watching herself lewdly kneeling, her full firmly-
rounded ass-cheeks quivering high in the air while her angered husband 
thrust mercilessly, over and over again, into her once-virgin passage.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn! OOOOOooooohhhhhh!" Carolyn began to cry and the sounds 
were quite different now. At the door to their room, watching the 
entire scene the boys were relieved to hear their stepmother's cries 
and to know that she was enjoying the brutal act that their father was 
committing. The disheveled blonde's arousal was most apparent, even to 
Don, who was himself mesmerized by the sight of his thickly swollen 
penis as it entered and exited from the tightly stretched nether ring 
of his wife's anal passage. Carolyn's straining mounds had begun to 
twist and bounce beneath him, offering him encouragement as the haunted 
woman wagged herself back at her husband in open invitation to 
ravishment. Don was slithering deep inside her, deeper than he had ever 
thought that he could go. And it felt damned good and tight!

"Don't stop, Don! Don't ever stop. I love it ... I love it!" Carolyn 
suddenly blurted out in helpless surrender. It felt incredible. Like no 
pleasure she'd ever known ... different from regular lovemaking and 
satisfying in every way.

"OH MY GOD DON ... OH DON DARLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT ..." 
Carolyn's wild entreaty was interrupted. For the first time in her life 
she was experiencing something very rare, an anal orgasm. But that was 
what it was. It spread most definitely from the filled nether passage 
of her rectum to the tingling inner passage of her vagina, and then 
began to spiral and grow as Carolyn moaned and danced obscenely back 
toward her husband's wetly skewering cock, her knees quaking, and her 
heart palpitating as the frenzied delight spread to every portion of 
her nakedly gyrating body.

"Oh my God, yes ... oh yes ..." Carolyn hissed softly, and Don's 
fingers dropped down around the keening, blonde wife's thighs to 
manipulate the passion moistened prissy, toying teasingly, increasing 
her orgasm with his fingers.

At the door, the boys watched as their father thrust one more time, 
then again, and then another time into their mewling stepmother's 
spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled with hers as his 
heavy cock grew stiff with desire for release. And then Don pumped his 
heated sperm high up into Carolyn's wildly contracting anal passage. 
Together they felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them 
and moaning and gasping for pleasure they both collapsed heavily on the 
bed. As they lay there stunned, the adulterous young wife could still 
feel her husband's spending penis emitting its last few drops of semen 
high up with the compressed mounds of her flushed and heated ass-
cheeks.

"Wow!" cried Tim.

"You said it," Bennie agreed, and both boys left the room. They were 
hungry and a midnight snack was just what they needed.



Chapter 10


Don greeted the mailman, and noted with pleasure that he had received a 
letter from the twins. He was lonely in the big house all by himself, 
and now most of his pleasure came from the weekly letters the boys sent 
from their boarding school farther north up near Sacramento.

He sat back down in his reclining chair and opened up the envelope to 
read the letter:


Dear Dad:


We were sorry to hear about the divorce, but glad to know that "Mom" is 
okay and living with her friend Shirley now.

As you will see from the enclosed report-card we are making good grades 
here. We have a neat chemistry teacher, Mr. Boyse, who allows us to do 
our own special experiments whenever the lab is free.

All in all the school is pretty nice and we like it so far.




Love from,




Tim and Bennie




P.S. Sure hope you get married again Dad, and if you do, we'll be ready 
to love and accept anyone you choose!


Don smiled to himself. What a miracle that the boys were not scarred 
for life by the terrible things they'd experienced. God, he felt 
himself to be a very lucky man, indeed!

*   *   *

At Scotsdale School for Boys, Tim and Bennie hurried to the lab. Mr. 
Boyse had told them it was available, and they had a very important 
experiment in action. When they entered the room, Bennie went over to 
their private locker. Inside was the cage with the guinea pigs.

Tim took out his stopwatch and they settled down to observe and make 
notes. By the time two hours had passed, it was clear that the new 
timing action they'd created for their special 'sauce' ... the 
'formula', they called it now ... was working splendidly. They would 
have to return periodically to observe the guinea pigs, but so far it 
seemed as though the formula would work over a twenty-four period, 
going on and off approximately every two hours. In a few days it would 
be ready for testing on a human being.

When Tim and Bennie left the lab, carefully cleaning up and turning out 
the lights before hand, they were elated by their own brilliance. 
Flushed and excited they walked briskly down the hall toward their dorm 
room. Several students and teachers passed them, for it was the end of 
the class day, and one of them stopped to congratulate the twins on 
their last English composition.

Pretty Miss Appleton was enthusiastic, and the boys liked the way her 
perfume smelled, and the pretty dark brunette hair that was always 
coming undone from its prim chignon at the back of her lithe, long 
neck.

"I'm very proud of you boys," Miss Appleton said, her blue eyes 
sparkling, for she took her work very seriously. "Both of you. I'm 
hoping you will read your compositions in class tomorrow morning!"

"Sure, Miss Appleton!"

"Right on, Miss Appleton!"

They stood to watch the young teacher clicking away on her high heels 
down the hall. The soft curve of her hips and buttocks was definitely 
exciting, they both agreed, and by the time they reached their own 
room, each twin knew just who would be the first recipient of their new 
'formula'.

"Imagine doing it to Miss Appleton." Tim mused later on after lights 
out.

"That's just what I'm imagining!" Bennie replied.


To Be Continued
