The Timid Divorcee
by Millie Van Winkler
(LLP-347)


FOREWORD 

Finding herself deserted by a faithless husband is enough to make any woman 
bitter particularly when she has worked for years to provide most of the 
couple's support. The blow is particularly bitter when the wife is as young 
and beautiful as Angie Smart, heroine of this sensitive novel, The Timid 
Divorcee by Millie Van Winkler. 

Unlike many other women caught in similar circumstances, Angie does not 
rebound into another marriage or start a fruitless string of promiscuous 
affairs. Rather, she devotes all of her energy into building up a real 
estate agency and abstains for years from sex of any kind. 

And then fate throws her way a multi-million dollar real estate listing the 
biggest chance of her career. Unfortunately, the listing also leads her into 
the arms of a boy half her own age, Ward Bibbs, grandson of the tremendously 
wealthy estate owner. She is irresistibly drawn to the handsome youngster, 
and the dam of her pent-up passion bursts, despite her every effort to 
control her feelings. A moonlight seduction on a secluded beach is the 
inevitable result. 

From there, Angie is set on the road to the sort of sex she never even knew 
existed, each sordid sexual episode bringing on a deep sense of guilt and 
leading her into increasingly difficult circumstances. 

True, in the end she does find an unexpected solution to her problems, but 
knows she will never be the same again. Thus, she gains a new and more 
accurate insight into her own life, and few people can argue the ultimate 
validity of any experience that leads to greater self-awareness. 

Some readers will undoubtedly condemn her behavior, but the publishers 
believe the vast majority will feel for Angie Smart and wonder, given the 
same circumstances, if they might not have acted similarly. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Angela Smart wished she could enjoy her well-deserved lunch in peace and 
quiet, but that never seemed to happen, no matter which secluded restaurant 
she chose to eat in. There were always men, in various sizes, shapes, and 
ages, interrupting her as she tried to eat her low calorie meal a grilled 
steak sandwich, unbuttered French bread, a cup of bouillon, perhaps a small 
green salad, and tiny glass of wine. And they invariably wanted to buy her a 
drink or talk about where they supposedly had met her before. 

Angie could be charming in refusing the drink, but in her business it was 
not good to reject even the most trivial conversation. 

For the tall, dark-haired divorcee of twenty-eight years was a one-woman 
real estate office in one of the wealthiest social enclaves on the central 
California coast. She needed listings and she needed buyers if she hoped to 
survive on her own and not have to go seeking a less gratifying job 
elsewhere. Several times in the past couple of years she'd made a number of 
lucrative sales through casual tips received from waiters and bartenders 
which amounted to more tangible leads than she'd gotten from people who 
worked in banks and savings-and-loan outfits. So, although the full breasted 
woman with deep blue eyes often wished she could afford the luxury of going 
to her own modest and heavily mortgaged seafront cottage and fixing a bowl 
of soup and a hamburger in solitude, she knew that the long lunch hour was 
one of the most productive times of her eighteen hour working day. On the 
sale of just one house at twenty thousand dollars, at the current commission 
rate, she could make twelve hundred dollars gross. Her expenses would cut 
that sum nearly in half, but if she could sell two such houses a month, the 
commission on the second would almost be pure profit. 

And a house moving for that measly amount of money in the area was almost 
unheard of. The rugged coastline was becoming so much in demand that acreage 
was practically selling by the square foot. And nearby was the private 
fiefdom known as New Yarmouth Estates. With high native stone walls and it's 
own police force, plus a select committee which carefully screened every new 
applicant who wanted to buy land or an existing mansion, New Yarmouth was as 
exclusive as the Hillsborough development on the San Francisco peninsula. 

A thirty-room mansion was about average, with suitable grounds to match. The 
material from which the huge homes had been built had come from all over the 
world, all over the world, making such houses prohibitively expensive except 
for those individuals who controlled vast personal fortunes off as a tax 
loss. It was an economic fact of life that a company which was losing ten 
million dollars a year was a much more desirable investment than one which 
was healthy and reporting $500,000 in annual profits. An extremely active 
multinational corporation, having its choice of giving a huge percentage of 
its profits to various governments or showing a loss on paper while picking 
up real estate worth millions, always opted for the latter. 

Angie Smart nibbled a bite of her tender steak sandwich and wondered if 
she'd ever get a chance at any deal like that! Just one, and she could 
retire to the beach at Acapulco or the French Riviera and put her commission 
to work in the stock market. She realized that any transaction that big, 
with her limited experience of only three years, was too much for her to 
handle alone, but she knew a number of good lawyers and accountants who 
worked on a split-fee basis and would be glad to share in such a lucrative 
deal. Angie Smart was sure she could handle the selling side of the affair. 
She had great confidence in her own personality and innate ability to make 
friends with people of all ages, from all walks of life, and all levels of 
finance. 

Certainly she was well aware of the way really high finance operations 
worked. Not from her studies, which were meager, but from actual experience. 
Widowed when her child was barely able to walk, Angie's mother had found 
employment as a valued housekeeper to a series of the wealthiest families in 
the country. Genial Presidents and Prime Ministers had pulled Angie into 
their laps and tickled her until she screamed with laughter. She had filled 
their pipes and brought them brandy and cigars in the high-vaulted rooms 
where world moving decisions were made, and the perceptive child had 
listened carefully to their complex conversations, disobeying her mother, 
who, afraid of losing her vital job, had more than once taken the back of a 
hairbrush to Angie Smart's tender young buttocks. 

Yet Angie had persisted and absorbed more business acumen by osmosis than 
most serious students of Harvard Business College do with four years of 
intensive study. She had the best teachers possiblethe men who controlled 
the great banks of the world. 

One man had particularly impressed her, a wizened little character who 
smoked a Sherlock Holmes type pipe. His name was Bernard Organ, and he must 
have been close to eighty. He was said to be one of the twenty richest men 
in the world, and he had been a guest in the mansion of her mother's 
employer when Angie was no more than ten years old. 

"A Sharp mind ye have, girl ... I see ye listenin' to our talk, but if ye 
want some advice from an old man ... Go where the money is with what the 
money wants to buy. Read everything ye can get your hands on. Ye realize, in 
the beginning, nobody could even give Xerox or Polaroid stock away ... but 
those that bought then are millionaires today. Look not to what's making 
money now that's already available. Look to the future! Stay close to the 
people with the money and the inside information, even if you scrub their 
toilets to learn it." 

Angie Smart had thought this good advice at the time. She intended to follow 
it, if only she could stay close to the big men who handled the money. But 
her own passionate urges had betrayed her a long time back, at the age of 
twenty years she had married the first man she fell in love with. 

"Old Ace In The Hole," Angie had later come to call Clint in bitterness, for 
he always had a deal working, but nothing ever seemed to pan out in the end. 
While he stayed home in their tiny San Francisco apartment, Angie had worked 
at whatever job she could find. At one point, she was a tour guide on a 
smelly diesel bus from eight until noon, a dining room hostess at a Union 
Square posh restaurant from twelve until two, and after the expense-account 
luncheons were done, she slipped into a sheer black dress and carried a tray 
in the cocktail lounge through the long dinner hour. She seldom got home 
before 11 p.m., and then she applied herself to the various texts she was 
studying accounting, real estate law, business administration until her 
eyelids were too heavy to keep open. 

More often than not, Clint wasn't home until long after she'd fallen into an 
exhausted sleep. During their brief courtship, she had had to fight him off 
continuously as he tried to get her into bed. Now that she was his and 
yearning for physical affection, he tumbled half-drunk across the mattress 
and began to snore within a minute. 

When the morning came that Angie Smart finally faced the facts, she had held 
back the tears as she packed up her meager possessions. Clint was still 
sleeping off his drunken reverie from the night before. She left no note. 
She just left in a taxi with her two suitcases. At the bank, she stopped to 
clean out their joint savings account, and was not surprised to find that 
there was far less money than her checkbook showed. As fast as she'd made 
it, Clint had spent it, often without even mentioning that he had withdrawn 
money from the bank. 

She left ten dollars in the account, enough for him to get a Greyhound out 
of town. As far as she was concerned, he could go pick pears in Oregon and 
sit in a tree and figure out what dumb girl he was going to take next.... 

Suddenly Angie Smart was feeling a desperate loneliness. Not that she had to 
be alone she could have had all the luncheon companions she wanted, but 
somehow trivial conversation only made her feel all the more empty. As she 
daintily sliced off a thin bit of filet steak and forked it between her 
sensuous lips, she had to smile. A filet steak was not the usual fare of the 
dollar-and-a-half lunch special. But it so happened that Jim White, the 
college senior who was working in this quietly elegant restaurant for the 
summer, had eyes for the voluptuous divorcee. He was the broiler chef and 
knew how to deal with a piece of prime meat, but when it came to relating to 
beautiful career women like Angie, the tall young man was at a complete 
loss. 

And so was Angie, for she sensed in him the same insecurity she felt within 
herself. They had met one night when the restaurant was almost empty, and 
she had been studying the display case from which diners selected their own 
cuts of meat and gave explicit instructions on the cooking of it. Angie had 
picked out a beautiful red T-bone steak, but the young man had looked at her 
for a moment and then shook his head, saying, "You don't want that one. It's 
good, but too young, Miss. There's some prime beef in the cold room, if you 
want to look. Specials." 

Not quite understanding, Angie had followed him into the huge, walk-in 
cooler, where he proudly displayed a loin of beef that looked like it had 
greenish gray moss growing all over it. The meat itself was almost black. 

"This piece has aged about ten weeks. You could cut it with a dull tongue, 
Miss. Try it if you don't like it, I'll cook you the one you wanted for no 
extra charge." With some misgivings, Angie had agreed to follow his advice, 
and found the steak the most magnificent piece of meat she'd ever run her 
sensuous pink tongue over. Now it embarrassed her that Jim White should be 
still slipping her special cuts whenever she came in for lunch. Without a 
doubt, he fancied her, would like to date her and eventually make love to 
her. Yet he was too shy to say anything. 

She wished he would. Despite the difference in their ages, he was a 
full-grown man, not exactly handsome, but interesting in a rugged way. She 
thought other women would look at her with envy if they walked into a room 
together: It would be so nice to have an escort, a steady one, again. If 
only he'd ask her to go someplace. The beach. A chili parlor. Bowling. Bike 
riding ... anything! 

And Angie realized that on her part, she was being too quiet, not giving him 
the little hints of encouragement that would let him know she too was lonely 
... At that point in her reverie, as Angie Smart pushed away her empty plate 
and looked with calorie conscious eyes at the dish of wild strawberries and 
whipped cream the waiter placed before her, a Filipino boy in a scarlet 
jacket laid a card beside the dish and said, "The gentleman at the bar asked 
if he might join you for coffee. The gentleman with the silver hair and 
beard." 

Angie took one look and said, "I'd be extremely delighted to have coffee 
with Mr. Bibbs." Then suddenly Angie felt as if she'd caught her finger in 
an electric socket! Stanley Bibbs! The famous millionaire! He was just past 
fifty, with a rich head of silver hair and a neatly trimmed beard of the 
same color. And he had to hire people to count his money. A widower with a 
son and grandson, he owned one of the biggest seafront mansions in New 
Yarmouth Estates. Many years ago he had wildcatted some of the richest oil 
fields in Texas and Oklahoma. An uneducated man at the time, he was shrewd 
enough to find men who knew how to invest money. Nobody, including Stanley 
Bibbs himself, knew just how many millions he was worth. 

And now this same Stanley Bibbs wanted to buy her a cup of coffee! My, oh 
my, thought Angie Smart as she put on her best smile for the ruggedly 
handsome man who approached her table. 

"I was told you were prettybut not beautiful enough to run a bear up a 
tree," he said, smiling through his silver-grey beard. "I got a little 
business on my mind, if you got the time, Miss Smart." 

"I always have the time for business," she said. "Frankly, I'm a little 
stunned you'd come to me. Like everyone else here, I know all about you." 

"You know what you read in the newspapers or hear in bars, and that's what 
the horse left behind," he said, not unkindly. "I know about you because I 
had you investigated. It all came out good. Now, I have property to sell. I 
don't like these long-haired pansies who're selling real estate these days. 
In the price bracket I'm talking about, it's not the wife who'll make the 
final decision to buy, but the husband. He won't want to put so much money 
into the damn place, but he'll arrange it with the income tax people as a 
tax loss and let his old lady do some elegant entertaining. So it's the man 
who has to be sold and no long-haired dunce is going to do it right. I want 
a pretty young woman, with plenty of savvy, to handle this deal. Sell the 
house at New Yarmouth. Million and a half. Can you handle it?" 

"Oooh ... my God!" the exclamation slipped through Angie's lush lips. This 
was it! The chance she'd been praying for! More money than she'd ever 
dreamed of dropped right in her lap! If she could move it, the commission 
would be ninety-thousand dollars! At the moment, she had no prospective 
customers with a million and a half to spend, but for that price, she could 
go out and look for some. But the dark-haired divorcee knew this rugged 
self-made man would have done his own research, that she could tell him no 
lies about the limits to her own business. 

So she said, "I want to take the deal, but for anything of that size, it 
takes more of a set-up than I have. International listings, brochures in 
color, tax lawyers, because you don't want to give half of your profit away 
to the government. There'd have to be a list of possible buyers. The list 
would have to be analyzed from different directions. Who needs a tax loss? 
Whose wife is nagging him for a place like it? Who can pay the price, and 
how and the price should be two and a half million for openers. And ten to 
one, the furnishings will come into question. There must be works of art 
there worth half the asking price at least. I met a man in Rome once who had 
a three room apartment with six-hundred-thousand dollars worth of paintings 
on the wallHe was eating spaghetti out of a can. You must consider it all, 
Mr. Bibbs. Talk to your tax men. And I should have a good long look at the 
property too." 

The silver-bearded man sat back with a satisfied smile as he said, "I was 
told you were good. You've got a mind like a bear trap, Miss Smart ... " 

"Angie," she said, brushing her long dark hair back. "I want an exclusive 
listing if I take it, but I'll cooperate with another agent if a qualified 
customer is produced. When can I see the place?" 

"Right now," the older man said. "Too much too fast," she replied. "If you 
retain me, I need at least a day to arrange for someone to take care of my 
routine business while I devote myself to this project. And if I decide it's 
too big for me, I'll let you know. Okay?" 

"Tomorrow afternoon, then?" he asked. 

"I think so. I'll get going now and set up my end. I'll want to see the 
brochures you've had made up." 

"Sure. Here's the unlisted number to my place. See you about noon tomorrow 
and you can have the grand tour." Dazed with her prospects, Angie Smart 
hiked back to her modest office, her head swimming with possibilities even 
as her long, perfectly shaped legs scissored back and forth, showing her 
tanned thighs under her short skirt. Her full, resilient breasts bounced, 
unrestrained by a brassiere. It was the possibility of deals like this one 
which had sustained her during many dark and lonely nights, and she was glad 
her ex-husband wasn't around to louse it up. He would have barged in with 
his big mouth and blown everything. 

"Wow! Do you look happy! Just get laid?" Irene McCoy said, spinning around 
in her secretary's chair from the switchboard. Irene, a voluptuous redhead 
who was sometimes uncomfortably outspoken, ran the local telephone answering 
service. She was older than Angie, nearly forty, but looked much younger, 
and made no secret of the fact that she lived only for men and what they 
could make her feel between her long, tapering legs. She could not 
understand how any woman could hold back her body when there was so much 
pleasure hiding deep inside it, just waiting for the hard driving penis of a 
man to release it. Irene was, however, highly selective ... she picked the 
men, they didn't pick her, although she was smart enough to let them think 
they had. 

Angie tried to ignore the redheaded woman's lewd question, and asked her 
whether any calls had come into her office while she was out to lunch. 
"Nothing important ... the title company called to say that the McGowan 
escrow went through and the bread's in the bank. A couple of browsers went 
through the listings. One pure bull-shitter who sells vacuum cleaners or 
encyclopedias or something, and an elderly couple you know, Sociable 
Security types who want a tiny place out in the country they can fix up. I 
don't think either one would outlive a mortgage, if any bank would give them 
one in the first place. They left a number. Here." 

Angie looked at the card on which the number was written and thought that 
with the good fortune that had been dumped in her lap not a half hour 
before, perhaps she should do her good deed for the day. She had one piece 
of property on the books five acres, mostly rock and trees, but with a 
little stream and a small but well-built stone house and around it, enough 
room for vegetable and flower gardens. Old Pop Kincannon's place. A veteran 
of World War I, he was nearing eighty and unable to get around too well, 
ready to go to a veteran's home and die. He wanted to take a few dollars 
with him when he went. 

Some instinct told Angie that the sale was made before she even picked up 
the phone to call the prospects, a Mr. and Mrs. Babcock, and arranged to 
show the property immediately. Pop Kincannon didn't have a phone, but 
neither did he have any place to go. He'd be home. 

She found the Babcocks to be pleasant people in their late sixties, and the 
conversation was interesting enough as they drove nearly twenty miles to the 
property in her station wagon. At the rock house, she made the necessary 
introductions to Pop and, seeing that the oldsters readily took to each 
other, went back out and sat in the station wagon with the tape deck softly 
playing. She got her portable typewriter out and began typing escrow 
instructions, leaving only the terms of payment blank. She was not at all 
surprised when white-haired Mrs. Babcock came out with a broad smile. 

"Dear, do come in! Pop has the most delicious beans I ever tasted, and can 
he ever make biscuits! And don't spread it around, but he shot a deer and 
there's meat on the table. Don't just sit there, kiddo, come on in!" 

Angie Smart did, and had one of the most delicious, if simple, meals of her 
entire life. And to her further pleasure, she learned that not only were Mr. 
and Mrs. Babcock going to buy the property at the asking price, but they 
would not hear of Pop being sent to a veteran's home. They insisted that he 
should continue to live in the stone house for the rest of his days. And 
there was a second shock the Babcocks were paying cash! That meant almost 
nine hundred dollars commission in hand! No dealing with bankers who hit you 
with interest rates that ran to twelve per cent. Clean, hard money! Angie 
Smart quickly filled in the figures on her papers, gave a receipt, and took 
the check. She thought how nice it was to deal with older folks who believed 
in paying for what they got when they bought it rather than putting property 
on a thirty-year mortgage. 

And the simple meal was delicious. Deer meat and beans and some strawberry 
wine Pop had made himself. The old veteran insisted the Babcocks stay the 
night in their new home, which would still have a room left for him. 

With the check in her pocket and all the papers signed, Angie Smart drove 
down the valley toward her seaside cottage. In the morning, she would go to 
the title company, the courthouse, and the bank to complete the transfer. 
She made a mental note to lecture Irene on underestimating the appearance of 
potential clients. Nine out of ten customers drove up in flashy Cadillacs or 
Lincoln Continentals, but were a day late and a dollar short all over the 
state. These old people laid cash on the line and got what they were looking 
for. 

She was happy that she had brought the Babcocks and Pop Kincannon together. 
The lovely young divorcee knew that so often older people were cast aside by 
younger generations. 

Angie decided she could allow herself to celebrate with a brandy at the Oaks 
Inn before going home to her empty cottage by the sea. The next day 
fulfilled its promise to be busy ... perhaps too busy, Angie thought as she 
scampered from the courthouse to the title company and then to the bank. She 
almost ran, her short skirt flaring up to give passers-by a provocative 
glimpse of her fully rounded, panty-covered ass-cheeks and her unfettered 
breasts bouncing under her thin blouse in the hot summer air. She finally 
cut through the red tape at the bank and everything was in motion for the 
legal transfer of the Kincannon property. 

After some hours had passed, she drove through the ornate gate of New 
Yarmouth Estates and stood at the front door of the huge mansion, suitably 
awed by the sheer magnitude of the property. She knew the estate comprised 
nearly twenty acres of the best land in the area, but had never seen it up 
close. The archway itself seemed to be three or four times as tall as she 
was, and a ponderous oaken door suddenly opened and a immaculately dressed 
butler looked condescendingly down at her. Angie Smart wanted to cringe at 
the coldness in his eyes, but was not about to be put down by a mere 
servant. She had a business card in her hand and thrust it at him, saying, 
"I'm expected." 

"Yes, Madam," the butler said. "This way, please. The master was called away 
on business, but the household had been instructed as to your arrival. 
Master Ward will serve as your guide. He is young, but knowledgeable, and 
can surely be of great help. Master Stanley's grandson, you know." 

Angie Smart wanted to say something like, "horse water!" It sounded to her 
like the old boy had changed his mind and made a getaway, leaving it to some 
kid to brush her off. Yet she mustered her best smile and allowed herself to 
be escorted into a baronial hall and seated in a wing chair. The sheer 
dimensions of the room awed her. It must have been sixty feet long and forty 
feet wide, with a massive beamed ceiling lost in shadow. There were four 
fireplaces, one large enough to roast an ox, and all made of native stone. 
The walls were richly paneled in mahogany and hung with expensive-looking 
oil paintings. Angie was tempted to shout just to hear her voice echo 
through the house. Beyond the windows, she could see the deep blue Pacific 
smashing itself on a small rocky cove that encircled a clean sandy beach 
which was obviously very private. 

So this is how the rich live, she thought. Nice! Angie had brought an 
attache case with her. She opened it, pulled out a pad of legal sized lined 
yellow paper, and began making notes of what she saw. If ever she came to 
sell this castle, she would have to know everything about it. She planned to 
call for the termite inspectors, the electricians, and the plumbers, to make 
sure that the house was in perfect shape structurally. A sale like this 
could affiliate her name with immensely rich clients, if everyone was happy. 
But if there should be a beefshe'd be down the drain and never have another 
chance. This was the chance she'd hoped for for so long.... 

"HeyGrandpop told me to show you the joint," a loud voice announced. "You 
got about two weeks?" Startled, Angie Smart turned to see a tall teenage boy 
with longish blond hair and muscular body grinning at her. He wore tattered 
blue jeans and his belly and chest muscles were tautly outlined against his 
deeply tanned skin. 

His facial structure was lean and prominent, and since his lithe young body 
glistened with pearls of sea water, and she guessed he must have just been 
swimming at the small cove. 

"Don't get up," the youth said with a charming grin. "The old boy told me 
you'd be coming today, Miss Smart ... and Christ, it's about time he got rid 
of this mausoleum! Oh, O forgot I'm Ward Bibbs. Grandson and tour guide. How 
about a drink while I lay the shit and I do mean shit that the old boy's ad 
agency laid on him to sell this cat house?" The amazed divorcee's eyes 
boggled. Obviously the boy was only in his mid-teens, but he seemed to have 
the same outgoing drive as his grandfather, and used the most shocking 
language in the most casual manner possible. From anyone else, she would 
have taken offense at such crass words, but he seemed to totally unaware of 
her reaction that she knew he didn't mean to shock her, that this was the 
way the current young generation talked now. 

"Maybe a glass of sherry," she managed to say, trying to keep her composure 
and wishing she'd worn a longer skirt, as the one she had on was hiked 
almost to her hips, completely exposing the curvaceous length of her smooth, 
slender legs. 

The handsome youngster slid back a deeply polished panel wall and exposed a 
well stocked bar. He deftly poured some wine into a fragile glass and popped 
the cap from a bottle of beer for himself. He put the sherry on the table 
beside her chair and flopped down on the deeply carpeted floor with his 
beer. His eyes were staring intently at her voluptuous body, and Angie knew 
that this boy was obviously wise beyond his years when it came to women. He 
seemed so confident in comparison to shy Jim White at the restaurant, yet 
not in the least offensive. He just carried himself with the ease of a 
youngster accustomed to money. She wondered just how old he might be. 
Fifteen would be a good guess. 

The love-starved divorcee slowly sipped the smooth cream sherry from the 
glass in her hand. Her deep blue eyes kept returning to the youth as he 
casually sprawled on a carpet worth a small fortune in itself, drinking beer 
directly from the neck of a bottle. An obscene thought suddenly flashed 
unbidden through her mind. 

What would it be like to lie under such a young boy and feel his adolescent 
penis plundering her clutching pussy? 

It had been so long ... the hurt of her divorce had been so depressing that 
she had abstained from sex for for years! Yet she knew the need for sensual 
satisfaction had been festering deep in her loins all the while. Angie saw 
the obvious bulge in his tight jeans as the lean youngster's eyes traveled 
over the long, slender length of her legs, focused up under her skirt as far 
as he could see, and then moved upward to the rich swell of her firm, 
wide-set breasts. 

Oh, God, what could she be thinking of! With a jerky motion of her wrist, 
she drained off the remainder of the smooth wine and stood up, trying to 
pull her brief dress lower over her curvaceous thighs. She fumbled for her 
notebook and said, "Do you think we could start looking through the house, 
Ward?" 

"Sure but we won't get half the job done before dinner. Grandma was big on 
history, and every piece of furniture in this house has a long one. There's 
Christ-knows-how-many tons of Florentine marble in the joint, and plenty of 
chairs you wouldn't dare to even sit on. Grandpop told me to give you the 
grand tour." 

"I could come back tomorrow," the aroused dark-haired woman said hesitantly. 
"I didn't expect dinner ... " 

"Dinner is abalone I pried off the rocks myself about an hour ago," the lean 
youth said with an infectious smile. "Somewhere in the back of the house, 
the chef is slicing those little buggers real thin and pounding hell out of 
them with a mallet. And tomorrow would be a lousy time for you to have 
dinner here there's a bunch of old bags who'll be coming through on a tour." 

"All right," Angie Smart said, with a laugh. "We might as well get started 
then, Ward." It took more than two hours of solid work to catalog the 
upstairs portion of the huge house. Angie scribbled frantically in her 
notebook as the history of various pieces of furniture and objects d' art 
were pointed out. The youngster, for all his rough speech, seemed to know 
more than she did about such things as seventeenth century French furniture 
and fifteenth century Italian art work. It was like a conducted tour through 
a fine museum. She marveled at the Renaissance paintings scattered about the 
various rooms, having no idea of their true current market value she would 
have to call an expertand she was especially impressed with a massive bath 
tub fashioned from black marble in which a porpoise would have been happy. 
Never before had Angie been surrounded by such wealth, so many masterpieces 
of art. She knew a roughneck like Stanley Bibbs could never have built up 
such a priceless collection alone but only a Stanley Bibbs would have the 
gall to leave it around to be used as casually as something from 
Sears-Roebuck. 

"You dig it?" the teenager said. 

"It's it's magnificent!" Angie said, still awed. "I met your grandfather 
only once, but he didn't seem like the sort of man who'd collect art ... " 

"Grandpop couldn't collect garbage," Ward said, laughing. "If he had his 
way, he'd live in a log cabin and wash his own socks. But when he hit the 
heavy bread, Grandma wanted all this, and she got it. Just what the hell is 
it worth, Miss Smart?" 

"I'm thinking," she said. "And I can smell food. How about eating some of 
that abalone, and then I can look a little more and maybe answer your 
question. It was a gourmet meal, served by a French maid under the stern eye 
of the butler, at a candlelit table with brilliant white table linen and 
gleaming silverware. Angie almost laughed aloud when she looked down the 
length of the ponderous table to see Ward dressed in a ragged T-shirt and 
faded jeans. It was all so out of place! But, she supposed, the extremely 
rich dined in such splendor every night, just to keep in practice. After 
Turkish coffee and cognac, which young Ward sipped with all the ease of a 
Foggy Bottom diplomat, he led her on a continued tour of the lower floors, 
and the beautiful divorcee found herself mesmerized by the dazzling 
accoutrements of great wealth. 

"Well, what do you think?" 

"I think I have to think," Angie said, still awed by the magnificent 
mansion. She felt she must be running on pure adrenalin. No chance like this 
had ever come along before, and there would probably never be another. Oh 
God, if only she could make a deal on this place! She'd have a reputation 
and an income for life! She'd never have to even think of depending upon a 
man again not that Clint had ever provided anything anyway except pure 
animal satisfaction, for which she had paid dearly. This was her big chance 
to be a truly independent woman, something she had longed for her whole life 
without consciously realizing it. Now was the opportunity to fulfill her 
dream. 

"What's that mean?" Ward said, questioning her ambiguous statement. "It's 
too complicated to go into now, after that delicious dinner. One thing, I 
want to get a good look at the grounds in daylight, especially the cove. The 
beach will be a big selling point." 

"In daylight, it's not much. You should see it at night under a fat moon," 
the teenager said. "Come on, I'll show you." 

"But it's cold on the beach," Angie protested. "Grandpop didn't tell you 
about the hot springs? There's some sort of thermal spring right at the 
bottom of the horseshoe, so the water stays about eighty degrees, even at 
night. You can wade in and try it if you don't believe me. You can find a 
swim suit in the beach house. Come on!" 

Caught up in his youthful exuberance, Angie followed the boy through the big 
house. She saw him pick up a small black box and press some buttons on its 
surface, and then, suddenly, the entire seaward side of the estate was 
illuminated by soft lights. Angie allowed herself to be led down a stairway 
until she was standing in the horseshoe of the cove. Around her were pale 
red lights which radiated heat. Scattered casually about were chaise 
tongues, and to her right, backed up against a rocky cliff, was a small 
building half concealed by palm fronds. 

"Right hand side ... you'll find something to fit," the blond-headed boy 
told her. See you in a couple of minutes." Angie entered the small building 
and found it somewhat stark, but there were dozens of swim suits hanging on 
the walls. Unfortunately, no single one fit her. If she found a bikini top 
which fit, the bottoms slid to the tiled floor. And if she found a bottom 
which fit, there was no way to clasp the top of it over the rich swell of 
her full, pliant breasts. She finally compromised by putting two different 
suits together and then finding a robe to cover her near nakedness. There 
were also huge, fluffy towels, and she picked up two of them before stepping 
out into the cool night air again to find Ward waiting for her. 

The long-limbed divorcee felt herself blush as he whistled softly at the 
sight of her barely concealed voluptuous body. His interest thrilled and at 
the same time worried her, because she had been so long without a man. While 
Ward was only a boy, he was still built like a man. 

The moon was new-silver bright. He did something with the little black box 
and the floodlights on the cove dimmed; then, eagerly grasping her hand, he 
said, "I told you the water's warm. Let's get wet!" 

Angie tried to protest, but didn't have the strength to resist the 
teenager's eager pulling of her arm. She dropped the big towels and let 
herself be pulled into the sea. It was like being reborn. The water was warm 
in this spot. The dark-haired woman splashed and dove into the tepid 
seawater, hardly noticing when young Ward's hands grasped her luscious body, 
sliding smoothly up the soft flesh of her sensitive inner thighs, pressing 
momentarily, as if by accident, against her concealed vagina. With a boyish 
laugh, he pushed her underwater again and again until she was exhausted and 
he had to help her onto the tiny, moonlit beach, where she collapsed 
helplessly onto the thick towels. Now it was cold, and she moved close, 
seeking the warmth of his body. 

The difference in their ages dissolved in the quicksilver moon. Feeling 
slightly giddy, Angie let his arms enclose her sleek body, and found her own 
closing around the teenage boy's slim waist. And she made no effort to turn 
her head away as his seeking mouth came down to meet her parted lips. Only 
when the hot spear of his tongue drove into her open mouth did the reality 
of what she was doing come home to the too-long-denied divorcee. 

This is wrong ... he's only a boy! But it was already too late, she 
realized. His probing tongue was seeking hers, teasing it, sucking it into 
his saliva-filled mouth. For nearly a minute, Angie was rigid with shock, 
and then felt herself yielding, fiercely returning the teenager's ardent 
kisses and pressing her trembling body tightly against his pressuring loins. 
She felt the rigid length of his aroused cock pushing against her naked 
belly, and sudden carnal desire overcame her long established sense of 
propriety. Just to have his stiffened penis rubbing against the tender flesh 
of her aroused loins ... only that and nothing more ... would fulfill the 
need for sensual release which had been building for years deep within her 
quivering belly. Of its own accord, her desiring body began to slowly 
undulate against his eagerly moving pelvis even as her mind told her how 
wrong this was! Or was it wrong? 

After all, they were just necking in the moonlight on a secluded beach. Even 
though Ward was only half her age, he was still male and she female, and if 
by just kissing they could give and take pleasure, who would be harmed? 
Angie was sure the handsome boy had gone "all the way" with a girl before, 
but never thought for a minute he'd try it with her, because she was so much 
older. His kisses were exciting, but she would let it go no farther.... 

"You know we shouldn't...." she mumbled against his mouth. "You know...." 
and then his avid lips sucked her tongue deep in his mouth again, and her 
long, slender body writhed wantonly against the firm bulge in his swimming 
trunks. It felt so good to be loved again, if only for a few minutes, so 
good ... "Noooooooo...." Angie murmured as she suddenly felt his deft 
fingers undo the clasp of her bikini top and then close over her palpitating 
left breast. Before she realized what was happening, the full, high-peaked 
mounds of her breasts were throbbingly exposed to the moonlight as Ward 
moved lover to kiss and suck her turgid nipples and set fires of rampant 
lust surging within her uncontrollably excited loins. 

"No more ... NO MORE!!!" the aroused divorcee pleaded, yet couldn't stop her 
hands from pulling his blond head closer to her pulsating nipples as they 
grew ever harder with each passing moment. "Ward ... WARD!!! ... Please 
don't!" 

The lust-driven boy paid no attention to Angie's desperate plea. He 
continued to nibble teasingly at her painfully erect nipples until the 
dark-haired divorcee was squirming wildly in his passionate embrace and 
panting like a bitch in heat. Her hands were running all over his straining 
young body, at first trying to push him away, but then urgently clutching at 
his fevered flesh. He felt her sharp fingernails draw blood from his biceps 
and back as she frantically grabbed at his body, glorying in the pain, 
knowing how he had aroused her to the point of no return! 

Grandpop had told him about how to handle women: "Grab 'em by the pussy and 
don't turn 'em loose!" while his indulgent father, Burt, divorced at 
thirty-six, seemed to be scared of females ... imbued with some sort of 
Victorian thinking. He bowed and scraped even when one of the maids came 
into a room to clean up. 

He thought now was the time to do what Grandpop would do. 

Fuck this beautiful woman until she begged for his cock! He remembered the 
old man's timely advice old man, hell, he was only in his 50's to grab them 
by the pussy and make them squeal, but give them a cock to hold onto while 
they're doing it! 

Twisting quickly, young Ward tore his swimming trunks off and then grabbed 
Angie's right hand, guiding it to his rigid penis while he forcefully said, 
"Hold it tight!" The passion-blinded woman mumbled a weak protest, but then 
yielded to his lewd demand as he began to thrust his aching cock in and out 
between her clutching fingers. It had been so long since she'd touched a 
penis! She wanted to stop right then, to end this lust-inciting situation 
before it really got out of hand, but she couldn't take her hand away as she 
felt her own unwilling fingers roll the fleshy foreskin back over the 
mushroom shaped head of his distended cock. She could feel his semen-laden 
balls rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her thighs, and was unable to 
control her own wanton desire to have his adolescent penis thrusting up into 
her over-stimulated pussy. The blond-headed boy's teeth were nibbling at her 
pebble-hard nipples, his lips sucking hungrily at her heaving breasts, and 
all she could hear were obscene sucking sounds and the crashing of the waves 
on the beach. 

What's happening to me! This is wrong ... all wrong! The words clattered 
through Angie Smart's mind even as she held young Ward's bloated organ even 
tighter in her gripping hand and felt the fires of pagan lust burning out of 
control. She twisted her body one last time in a frenzied attempt to escape, 
yet then lay docile as he stripped her bikini bottom away from her 
satin-smooth buttocks and left her as naked as he was already. 

"Noooo ... Ward ... Please...." the yearning divorcee pleaded, realizing 
that there was not the flimsiest piece of clothing now between their 
desirous bodies, and that she was unconsciously undulating her hungry cunt 
up toward the burgeoning head of his cock wanting his blood-engorged penis 
buried deep in her love-starved body. Even as she protested, Angie found her 
lewdly grasping fingers tightly clutching at his pulsing staff, guiding the 
lust-thickened glans to the flexing lips of her inflamed cunt, running it up 
and down her tight cuntal slit, tantalizing the sensitive button of her own 
clitoris with the bloated tip of his cock. 

The dark-haired woman had not intended to go nearly this far. Maybe a kiss 
or two to reassure her of her too-long-denied femininity would have been 
enough. But to lie on a secluded beach in the moonlight with a teenage boy, 
naked, letting him kiss her breasts and then obscenely taking his penis in 
her handleading it right to the voracious lips of her steaming cuntthat was 
unbelievable! 

But there was no way to deny the fact that she was shamelessly holding his 
rigid penis in her grasping hand, and no way to ignore the reality of her 
teasing the smooth rubbery tip across the impatient mouth of her quivering 
vagina. She knew that the real battle raging now was within her own mind, 
that Ward, strong as he was, couldn't have physically forced her body to 
respond this way. She was at fault for what was happening, that much she 
knew, but mere knowledge couldn't stop the craving need to have his 
stiffened penis driving up her squirming cunt. She had to have his cock, and 
she had to have it now! 

"Yesssssss!!!" she gasped. "Give it to me now, Ward!" Angie screamed in 
mingled pain and ecstasy as the thick rod of his male flesh savagely 
plundered up into her wide stretched pussy, sending rippling waves of tender 
flesh ahead of it as the bloated cockhead slammed into the dilating mouth of 
her womb while the boy's cum-filled balls smacked with a wet, surging sound 
against her lewdly-splayed ass-cheeks. "Oh, God!" Angie cried out. 
Frantically she clutched Ward to her heaving body and screwed herself down 
onto his fiercely impaling cock, biting into his shoulder in the frenzied 
heat of her passion. Her soft little belly churned with rampant lust and she 
began to chant, in an almost drunken voice. "Gooooood ... Goooooooddd ... 
More ... Harderrrrrrr!!!" 

Completely a slave to her own carnal desires, the lovely divorcee strained, 
fucking as she never had with her faithless husband, wallowing obscenely in 
the salacious sensations of her own cock-stuffed body as the teenage boy's 
thick cudgel rammed mercilessly up into the seething depths of her yearning 
cunt. 

Angie could feel her tender cuntal flesh rippling ahead of his rampaging 
cock-shaft, feel his pressuring glans smack against the mouth of her womb, 
and then be drawn out on the backstroke, her smoldering pussy lips clinging 
tightly to his blood-filled penis. His sperm laden balls were slapping wetly 
against the smooth roundness of her wide stretched buttocks, driving her 
wild with pure animalistic lust! 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she sobbed, her legs wrapped tightly 
around his surging young body. Even as her body was wantonly responding to 
his pistoning member, through her mind flashed the nagging question: How can 
you be doing such an obscene thing ... and with a young boy! 

Angie had no answer for herself. All she knew was that it was happening, and 
sinful though it might be, she could not help herself. She had needed a 
penis for so long! But why did it have to happen this way? Why couldn't she 
have succumbed to one of the many adult males who were always after her? She 
was sure that Ward had had made love to plenty of young girls, as had most 
boys his age nowadays. It was an accepted thing. 

But it was not an accepted thing for a woman, a mature woman of 
twenty-eight, to revel in the lust-arousing embrace of a boy who couldn't be 
much more than half her age! 

Something had to be wrong with her! Yes, something has been wrong with you, 
a small voice inside Angie's wildly reeling brain replied as she urgently 
screwed her painfully stretched pussy down onto the full length of his 
reaming cock. You forgot what a woman's body is for and it took a boy to 
show you! 

As she felt his swollen penis charging up into her hungrily accepting pussy, 
Angie yielded her body and soul to her long pert-up sexuality. With all the 
vibrant strength in her skewered body, she locked her smooth legs around his 
thrusting pelvis, crossing her slender ankles high over his back so as to 
give him even greater access to her ravenous pussy, feeling Ward's 
pile-driving penis going deeper and deeper up into her sucking vagina while 
his sperm-filled balls slapped lewdly against her wide-splayed ass-cheeks. 
She pulled his hands to the upthrust mounds of her ripely mature breasts and 
urged him to painfully squeeze her tender nipples until she cried out in 
masochistic delight. She pulled his panting lips down to her gasping mouth 
and sucked his tongue deep into her throat, reveling in the freedom of utter 
abandoned passion for a sweat-covered male body. 

"Harder, Ward, harder! Fuck me harder! I need it deeeepppp!" She gasped, her 
blatant lust no longer hidden from her teenage lover. But nothing mattered, 
nothing at all, except his stabbing cock lunging far up into her torrid 
cuntal crevice. 

Deep in her surging loins, a battering ram was driving up into the fluid 
inferno of her clasping cunt, driving her mad with unfettered primeval lust. 
His drilling cock was slicing through her tender cuntal flesh, touching 
thousands upon thousands of sensitive nerve ends, each one sending a tiny 
electrical shock shooting through her wildly writhing body. 

The lewdly thrashing divorcee could feel every one of the blood-filled veins 
which lined his lunging cock, could feel every sinewy fibre of his 
pulverizing cudgel slamming far into her hidden vaginal depths, could feel 
her tiny belly quaking as her back arched involuntarily off the blanket and 
her pussy lips hungrily sucked at the jutting shaft of his pounding penis. 
Her heels drummed on the thrusting youth's back and she sank her teeth once 
more into her hard muscles of his shoulder as his impaling cock slashed even 
more viciously up into her ravished vaginal sheath. 

This might be wrong, but it was what she had needed for so long ... she 
couldn't stop it from happening now ... it was too late, far too late to 
stop anything now. Her dark hair flailing from side to side in the 
moonlight, Angie cried out, "I'm cummminggggg! Oh, God, I'm 
cummmingggggg!!!" She furiously thrust her cock-contorted cunt up at his 
pillaging penis, feeling his flesh-rending member fill her yearning loins to 
the hilt and his semen-bloated balls smack loudly against her lewdly open 
buttocks. "Cum with meeeeee!!" 

Even as she screamed out these impassioned words, her gyrating body began to 
convulse wildly, her bucking pelvis and churning buttocks undulating 
desperately at mind blurring speed, her aching thighs clamping powerfully 
around his laboring back to pull his plundering penis even deeper up into 
her spasming vagina. She wanted to feel only one thing: his hot male sperm 
gushing up into her long-denied pussy, burning the tender tissues of her 
vaginal passage, filling her shuddering belly and then bursting back out her 
clenching cunt. With a lust-filled vengeance she never knew she possessed, 
the older woman fucked herself down onto his battering penis. 

Just as her tumultuous orgasm broke over her loins, Angie felt the swelling 
of his plunging cock and then the hot flood of young male semen spurting 
endlessly from the jerking cocktip into the gulping lips of her 
lust-distended cunt. 

"Arrrggghhh!" Ward cried out as he pummeled his pelvis savagely into her 
wildly pumping loins, "I'm cummmminnnnggggg!" He could feel his testicles 
lurching uncontrollably as stream after stream of his boiling semen burst 
from the exploding tip of his cock and rushed into her avidly milking pussy. 
With a deep sigh of relief, he fell over onto her perspiration-soaked body, 
dead to everything but the pure primal bliss of sexual release. 

Angie lay exhausted beneath him, still panting from the sheer intensity of 
her ecstatic orgasm. She wanted to understand what had just happened, wanted 
to understand why she had done it, but her body was so weary, so totally 
depleted by her first sexual experience in years, that she could do nothing 
more than close her eyes to sleep, vowing that this would never, ever happen 
again. She let herself be weak this one time, but never again.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When she awoke the following morning, Angie Smart could not believe it had 
happened to her! 

It had to have been a dream. But the ache of her long unused cuntal muscles, 
and the stickiness of congealed cum on her inner thighs she had tumbled into 
bed too weak to wash were unmistakable evidence of the reality of her 
memories. 

It had happened. A teenage boy had given her more carnal pleasure than she'd 
ever known in her entire life, and she had responded wildly, sinfully. She'd 
read of divorced or widowed women running off the rails before, but never 
thought it could happen to her! 

She could even be pregnant! For a long time the limber brunette thought 
about that startling possibility and had mixed emotions about it. During her 
unhappy marriage, it had been out of the question. Now that she was on her 
own with a budding business to run, it should be also out of the question as 
well. But she needed someone to love, and what would be more lovable than a 
baby from her own flesh and blood? In this enlightened age, the father of a 
child was unimportant ... only the child himself really mattered. 

Angie considered every angle she could think of. She believed she could be a 
good mother, give the child a decent home, and plenty of love. That would be 
fine for the first few years, but what of later? What happened when the 
other kids started asking the child about his or her non-existent father. 
God! It could be Peyton Place all over again! Angie knew she could easily 
with her full-breasted body, long limbs, and absolute beauty make a marriage 
of convenience, but that would be cheating herself just to give an unborn 
baby a legitimate name. 

Having a name isn't worth much today anyway, she told herself as she crawled 
from the bed, she managed to find the number of Doctor Griffin, and was for 
once in luck he had a half hour open at 10:30. 

Angie Smart set about getting herself together. She dressed in her normal 
fashion, in short skirt, thin sweater and calf-high boots. She stepped in 
front of her full-length mirror and stared at her curvaceous body, her 
nipple-crested breasts outlined starkly against her tight sweater, her 
flaring hips and rounded buttocks accentuated by the form-fitting skirt she 
wore. 

She was wishing that she felt as good as she looked when she finally stepped 
into Doctor Griffin's office and the receptionist kept her waiting only a 
few minutes. The doctor was comparatively young, in his early thirties, but 
had managed to collect one wife and six children in addition to thousands of 
off-color jokes to keep his patients from thinking of the scalpel. Two years 
ago he had removed Angie's tonsils, stuffed her with ice cream, and 
everything had worked out well. The lean, dark-haired doctor always seemed 
to be able to diagnose a case without using instruments. He wasted neither 
time nor words. 

"You got laid and you're worried. When?" he asked as she entered the 
examining room with the nurse standing by. Does it show that much? Angie 
Smart asked herself as she whispered her guilt-ridden story without 
mentioning where or who. It was humiliating to hear the doctor chuckle as he 
asked her to lie back on the examining table with her feet in the stirrups. 
Abruptly she felt a cool thin phallus of some exotic metal probing in the 
depths of her vagina, and then a gentle sucking sensation from a machine 
like a small vacuum cleaner. 

It took only minutes before Dr. Griffin was handing her a bottle of birth 
control pills and reassuring her troubled mind. Angie could hardly face the 
young medico as she got off the examination table. He was so outspoken and 
firm. 

"I don't want pills," she protested. "You don't want babies either," he 
retorted. "You did it once, you'll do it again. Why not it's a hell of a lot 
of fun! Now take one a day." Embarrassed yet strangely titillated by his 
frank words of advice, Angie found herself laughing by the time she reached 
her real estate office. There were no urgent calls, but a messenger had 
brought a packet of brochures on the Bibbs estate. Technically speaking, she 
believed. A brochure picturing people enjoying themselves in the mansion, 
while still illustrating the property's inherent beauty, would be far more 
effective in attracting potential customers. So she would have to persuade 
Mr. Bibbs to re-do the brochure. It might cost a thousand dollars, but it 
might be worth a million in the end; besides, for a man of his means, a 
thousand dollars was a small investment indeed! 

On a sketch pad, the long-haired divorcee began to lay out a new prospectus. 
Angie was so immersed in her new design that time passed without her 
realizing it, until Irene turned the switchboard over to her evening relief 
and came into Angie's office with a lewd grin on her enticing face and said, 
"Hey, kid, let's go get laid!" 

"Huh!" Angie blurted, her face turning red with embarrassment. 

"You got some cock last night it showed all over your face when you came in 
this morning," the redhead started kidding. 

"It's damn well time! You know, any day that begins and ends with a fuck 
can't be all bad. Why don't we go out and look for some eligible males right 
now! 

"That sort of talk makes me sick!" Angie retorted, almost wanting to hit the 
foul but beautiful mouth that was spewing out such obvious obscenity. "Okay, 
so I free-wheel a little. How about just a drink or two and something that 
looks like food? The two of us. If I find a man, I might go with him. Where 
the hell do you have to go but home anyway?" 

Despite her initial anger, Angie Smart knew that the rough-talking girl was 
only trying to help her get over the pain of loneliness that had haunted her 
life ever since her divorce from Clint. Their concepts of morality might be 
worlds apart, yet the sexy Irene was a compassionate person, and it was not 
for the dark-haired divorcee to make judgment on anyone's behavior 
especially not after what had happened with young Ward last night. She 
agreed to go out with Irene. In less than an hour they were in a Mexican 
restaurant, drinking potent glasses of Sangria while a complex meal was 
being prepared in the kitchen. 

Angie thought that eating out was really a good solution to her depression 
about Ward, as course after course of genuine Mexican food arrived at their 
table. She had little idea of just what she was eating, but it was all spicy 
and delicious, and the Sangria was swimming in her head, making her relax 
and enjoy herself. The attractive woman found the weight of deep-set guilt 
being lifted from her shoulders with the teasing music of the strolling 
mariachi, who played and sang loudly, if not well. It turned into a fun 
evening, although Angie had not imagined one was possible after the 
continual loneliness of the last few months. The restaurant was 
authentically Mexican, and she found herself ready and willing to imitate 
Irene and dance with the handsome Latin men who approached their table 
seemingly by the dozen. 

It was past ten o'clock when Irene whispered, "I'm gonna split ... this guy 
has one like a baseball bat! You'll be okay, right?" 

"I'll be okay," Angie stammered, not really wanting to be left alone, but 
reluctant to deny the aroused Irene her carnal pleasure. There was a small 
bar and she found an empty stool and sat down. She asked the barman for 
cognac and coffee, black, and tried to assess her own character. She was not 
pleased with what she found. 

A mature woman, love-starved, who lay down with a boy teenager ... and went 
wild with sexual arousal! 

How could she? 

After all the years of denying her natural urges, she had become as wanton 
as a seasoned whoreand with a boy barely half her own age! Angie decided the 
only thing to do was to blank out her shame-filled memories, and she set 
about doing it, drinking whisky and water with increasing frequency. The 
alcohol hit her quickly and she was only too eager to accept when a young 
blond-haired man asked her to dance. He, it turned out, was equally 
intoxicated, and rough as well. Within minutes he had a calloused hand 
shoved up between Angie's flexing legs and a finger slid under the thin 
elastic band of her bikini panties, taunting obscenely at the fleshy lips of 
her cunt. 

"No!" the lovely divorcee pleaded. "Please ... nooooo!" 

"You want to fuck, don't you?" the man lewdly asked. "Oh, my God!" she 
whispered. Did her latent sexuality show so much that a total stranger could 
just pick her up, fondle her private parts, and set her on fire, with 
ungovernable desire? Well, he was right ... she did want a man buried deep 
in her yielding body ... but not this man. He was young and good-looking, 
but she could tell that he would be a bragger, and spread the story of his 
conquest all over town. She couldn't have that sort of reputation if she 
expected to pull off a two million dollar real estate deal. 

Angie thought furiously for some way to get rid of this objectionable 
character without causing a scene. She could barely scream RAPE!!! in the 
restaurant. After all, he hadn't done anything except run his hand up under 
her provocatively short skirt and finger her helpless cunt. Perhaps if they 
went to the bar, she could make an excuse to vanish, like taking a trip to 
the toilet. Meanwhile, she would have to submit to his lewd caresses. More 
importantly, she would have to fight down the carnal desire that was 
relentlessly building deep in her love-starved loins with every plunging 
stroke of his finger reaming far up into her tingling pussy. She thought of 
how good it would feel to have his cock filling every inch of her aching 
cunt. No!!! she screamed at herself. You have to resist him. This is wrong 
all wrong!!! 

But the blond man was coming on too strong, too fast. She could feel the 
rigid length of his erect penis rubbing enticingly against her soft belly, 
and had to fight herself against responding to its insistent pressure, and 
the fluttering sensations of arousal that were churning deep in her 
too-long-denied loins. 

"I've got to have a drink," she gasped. "Enchiladas and tamale pie ... muy 
calor ... very hot ... whew!" Grinning with lewd anticipation, the tall man 
escorted Angie to the small bar, which was now empty except for a stunning 
Eurasian girl with long, blue-black hair, small but firm breasts, and a 
doll-like Oriental figure set off beautifully by her loosely worn dress, 
which was slit up the sides to the hip to expose a slender, olive-hued leg. 
The dark-skinned woman gave the blond man a languorous deep-eyed look as 
he-edged onto the stool beside her, and the tiny tip of her wet pink tongue 
slithered slowly across her full sensual lips. She was the most beautiful 
female the man had ever seen, and he quickly lost all interest in Angie; he 
didn't even turn his head as the uncomfortable divorcee excused herself to 
go to the ladies' room. Angie had immediately noticed the man's obvious 
interest in the Eurasian girl, and hoped that he would drop any desire for 
herself and concentrate on the beautiful Dragon Lady. 

Angie almost fainted away when she finally returned from the ladies' room to 
find them in a deep embrace at the bar. But it was no embrace of love. The 
dark-skinned woman held a hatpin which had been keeping her barrette in 
place, a mere quarter of an inch from the eyeball the right eyeball of the 
blond man, and she was saying something very softly to him, smiling all the 
while. It was a deadly smile. 

His face pale with fear, the man backed away without looking around, and 
quickly fled through the door. The exotic Eurasian girl casually slipped the 
long steel pin back through her barrette, fixing it firmly to her jet black 
hair again. She smiled at Angie and motioned her to sit on the stool the 
blond man had so suddenly evacuated. With no small amount of uncertainty, 
the dark-haired divorcee accepted. 

"Hi, I'm Suzie Wing and no bad jokes about Suzie Wong, please," the Eurasian 
woman said. "I'm afraid your friend has left." 

"He wasn't exactly a friend," the confused real estate woman replied. Angie 
introduced herself and added, "I don't know what you said to him, but 
whatever it was, thank you." 

"I just told him that if he didn't leave, he would have my hat pin stuck 
through his eyeball and into his brain," she said with a soft laugh. "I 
think you could use a drink." 

"I could," Angie admitted. "Why? Why would you do that to whoever-he-was?" 

"I am a woman. I don't like to see another woman mauled. You were in 
distress ... " 

"I suppose I was ... thanks...." Angie said as the barman delivered a huge 
pitcher of Sangria, a red wine lashed with gin, bits of bananas, pears, 
oranges, lemons, cherries, and whatever else came to hand. Angie needed it, 
as she needed to talk with someone. 

Time went by ... more pitchers came and were drained. 

Sangria is subtle ... it sneaks up and envelopes the unwary drinker. Not 
like hard whisky, but much more effective. It kills a lot of time. Angie 
Smart was amazed when she found the lights going on bright and the barman 
saying it was closing time. How had the night gone by so fast? Her brain 
seemed to be scrambled. She knew she was drunk when she tried to walk to the 
door and her feet wouldn't track. Twice she almost stumbled but was caught 
and steered right by Suzie Wing. 

"You're in no shape to drive," Suzie said. "I'll take you home." 

"Nice of you, Suzie," Angie mumbled as she was helped into a Mercedes 
convertible. "God, I've never been drunk like this!" 

"It happens ... to all of us," the tiny Eurasian girl said as she started 
the powerful motor and kicked the Mercedes through the gears. 

She took Angie Smart not to her own home, but to an expensive penthouse 
apartment. The bristling wind rushing over her face suddenly sobered the 
inebriated divorcee. 

"I don't live here!" Angie protested. "For tonight you do ... unless you 
want to go to your house and find that clown from the bar waiting for you 
there. He was writing down your address when I took him over," Suzie said. 
"I scared him pretty good with that hatpin, but you can bet he's hanging 
around your neighborhood, just hoping you'll show up so he can even the 
score." 

"Oh, my God!" Angie blurted. Such an idea had never occurred to the naive 
woman, but she could see how it was possible. She was grateful to the 
black-haired beauty for rescuing her from her own foolishness ... and at the 
same time embarrassed because she had no nightgown, nothing but the scanty 
clothes on her back. Having lived alone for so long, Angie didn't own a 
nightgown or negligee. She considered such garments to be sex thing, anyway, 
and she had been a long time without sex, until that wild night on the beach 
with Ward Bibbs. But despite her doubts, she knew that she had no where else 
to go, so she said, "Yes, thank you ... I'd like to stay with you." 

The apartment was magnificently furnished, and immediately that Suzie Wing 
was either very rich or had a good friend who was. With the teak-wood 
furniture, the expensive paintings, the antique mirrors, she guessed it 
would sell for better than half a million dollars. The marble bath itself 
was at least twice as big as one in an ordinary tract house. 

Angie's professional eye told her "It is very pleasant here, yes?" Suzie's 
voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "Undress and join me." Angie 
Smart's eyes boggled when she turned around to see that Suzie Wing was 
naked, her hair rolled up into a chignon and covered with a plastic cap. 
With no sign of embarrassment, she stood there, her small, proud breasts 
up-thrust, her curl-fringed vagina visibly trembling with wanton desire. Her 
belly looked so tiny, her hips so rich and sweet ... she was a full foot 
shorter than Angie.... 

As though mesmerized, Angie Smart slipped out of her own clothes. She stood 
beside the alluring half-Oriental girl who twisted a handle which unleashed 
powerful streams of water from all directions, buffeting the startled 
divorcee, and throwing her into the waiting arms of Suzie Wing, who only 
laughed and held her voluptuous body close to her own curvaceous nakedness. 

"You like this," Suzie said, as she slowly slid her hand down between the 
shocked real estate agent's thighs. Angie tried to cry out a protest, but 
instead found herself shamelessly grinding her pelvis against the intruding 
female fingers. They were so much more delicate than the rough hand of the 
blond man at the bar. She felt the exotic girl's long fingernails dance like 
butterflies up and down the burning furrow of her tingling pussy, taunting 
her swollen clitoris while Suzie pulled Angie's head down and kissed her 
deeply, her tongue spearing in and out of the divorcee's soft, saliva-filled 
mouth, while her lips sucked hungrily at every groan of submission that rose 
from deep in the white-skinned woman's throat. 

And then suddenly the Eurasian girl broke away, pulling her delving finger 
from Angie's smoldering cunt, and with eyes as dark as the pools of hell, 
she looked deep into Angie's face. 

"We're ready for bed," she said. 

"Oh, yes, yes ... ye" ... yes...." Angie mumbled slavishly, and allowed 
herself to be led like a blind woman toward the bedroom. 

She could not wait to feel Suzie's lush lips sucking her aching cunt, her 
teasing tongue delving deep into her seething vagina. 

Obscene? Immoral? 

Yes, but she needed something, anything to quell the raging flames of lust 
that threatened to consume her very being. She needed something, and she 
needed it now! With her breath catching in her throat, Angie watched the 
olive-hued girl take her long, blue-black hair down, letting it tumble until 
it almost covered her unblemished ass-cheeks. Then she tossed her head to 
the side and half of her silken hair flipped over her shoulders, streaming 
down to half-conceal her naked breasts. 

Angie found herself helpless to resist as the other woman drew her to the 
huge bed and eased her down on it, kissing her perfectly shaped breasts, 
while she whispered, "We will make love." 

"Noooooo...." Angie protested weakly, her heart skipping a beat when the 
words reached her brain. 

Yes she didn't draw away as Suzie Wing's soft, wet lips brushed against her 
painfully swollen breast, and her tiny pink tongue began to slide around one 
turgid nipple and then the other. Angie found herself parting her long, 
tapered legs to allow the girl's burrowing fingers free access to her 
aroused pussy. She sighed as one thin finger, then a second, eased up into 
her feverish vagina, teasing at her sensitive cuntal folds. The excited 
divorcee began to writhe around on the big bed, discarding all thoughts of 
morality, humping her pubic mound up urgently, wanting her throbbing vaginal 
passage to be filled with more than probing fingers. 

If only Suzie Wing had a cock! 

But Suzie didn't need one ... she had her tongue and lips. 

"Let me...." she whispered. "Just lie back and let me kiss you...." Angie 
Smart was unable to stop herself from obeying. Moaning softly, she was 
trying to understand how she had escaped the lecherous clutches of a 
potential rapist, only to yield so readily to a lesbian! 

Her long, slender legs were drawing apart in lewd invitation to the naked 
girl before her, and she could feel her pussy lips filling with the blood of 
arousement as Suzie's deft little tongue licked like a taunting whip lower 
and lower on her quivering belly. This was not what she wanted ... it had 
never happened before ... but she was spreading her legs wide, even pulling 
at Suzie's black-haired head, wanting her mouth and tongue ... wanting to 
pull this exotic woman's face straight into the seething cauldron of her 
tingling vagina. 

As the divorcee's clutching hands wrapped themselves in her silken hair, the 
Eurasian girl slowly parted the trembling lips of Angie's pussy and began to 
blow her warm breath into the steaming wet cuntal furrow. Her mouth went up 
and down the seeping vaginal sheath, teasing with her breath but keeping her 
lips a fraction of an inch away from the inexperienced woman's hungry cunt. 
She could feel Angie quivering like a mare in heat, and wanted to tease her 
loins into a fever-pitch of excitement. Her eyes stared at the cuntal 
crevice gaping open beneath her soft lips, giving off its piquant aroma of 
feminine arousal, and Suzie Wing wanted so much to glue her moist lips to 
the proffered pussy slit only inches away ... but she was no novice ... she 
knew Angie would be out of her mind with desire if she waited just a few 
more minutes.... 

"Lick it ... ooohhhh ... lick!" Angie chanted. "Suck meee...!" Wildly she 
ground her hips and thrust her pussy up toward the teasing lips that were so 
enticingly close to her burning vagina. "Pleaseeeeee ... " 

Suzie Wing's response was to draw a deep breath and slowly blow it over the 
squirming woman's palpitating cunt. 

At the same time, she delicately parted the older woman's squirming 
ass-cheeks, and deftly slid a slender finger far up into the hot warm 
moistness of Angie's anus. The vulnerable divorcee didn't flinch at all. 
Instead, with a muffled groan of pleasure, she wantonly screwed herself down 
onto the impaling digit, feeling it move deep inside her quavering body, the 
long, curved fingernail slowly rotating within her narrow rectum. 

And then finally, at long last, she felt the inciting liquid warmth of 
Suzie's fervent mouth caressing her fire-filled vaginal flanges. 
"Ooooohhhhh!!!" Angie moaned, grinding her pelvis up to meet her massaging 
mouth as the probing finger plunged even deeper up into the tight clutching 
depths of her stretched anus. 

She felt tiny fingers from the Eurasian girl's other hand gently spreading 
the fleshy lips of her overheated cunt, and then Suzie's tiny pink tongue 
was fluttering up and down her vaginal furrow, dancing as light as the wings 
of a butterfly, teasing the coral-hued inner flesh of her desecrated pussy. 

And then Suzie's soft lips were enclosing the lust-swollen bud of Angie's 
clitoris, sucking the tiny sensation organ while her probing tongue 
continued to spear deep into the real estate agent's steaming cunt. 

"Oh, my GOD!!!" the passion-incited woman cried, tightly locking her smooth 
legs around the slowly bobbing face of the Eurasian girl and violently 
jamming her cunt up against her pleasure-giving mouth. And then with a 
barely suppressed chuckle of triumph, Suzie Wing went on to the next sexual 
delight of her lesbian seduction. She moved lower and her tongue slithered 
far up the churning depths of Angie's cuntal passage, swirling and twisting 
like an eel even as her caressing lips sucked voraciously at the soft, 
pulsing lips of Angie's gyrating pussy. Her stiffened tongue drove up into 
the divorcee's tender, sensitive vaginal flesh like a slickened spear, hot 
and urgent, bringing Angie to a peak of sexual excitement she had never 
dreamed for any female to experience. 

Her shaking thighs clasped and unclasped; her flailing body thrashed across 
the bed as though touched by an electric wire; and suddenly she screamed at 
the top of her lungs, "I'm cummmmiiinngggg!!! 

Angie clamped her sweating thighs violently around the glistening face of 
the Eurasian girl, and with a savage strength she didn't know she possessed, 
pulled the burrowing face even tighter against her heaving loins as her 
scalding cum-juices began to gush from her spasming cunt. She felt the 
greedy mouth between her thighs swallowing her passion juices eagerly, the 
hot tongue still boring deep up into her burning vagina. 

"Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Not yet ... more, MORE!!!" 

"Ummmmmmmm...." Suzie murmured as she continued to kneel subserviently 
between the groaning woman's clutching thighs. The fleshy lips of Angie's 
tight cunt fascinated her, and time and time again she teased across their 
slickened surface with her fluttering tongue. Suzie had never made love to 
such a passionate woman before ... she kept cumming and cumming until her 
milk-white body trembled with exhaustion. The Oriental girl realized that 
this was the first lesbian experience for Angie. Well, it wouldn't be the 
last, either ... Suzie Wing promised herself this. 

She reached up, letting her deft fingers tease the still thrashing body of 
the beautiful brunette until her hands closed softly over the jiggling 
mounds of Angie's breasts. She began to knead the pliant flesh and tweak the 
turgid nipples just enough to stimulate Angie to further sensual pleasure. 
With the tip of her probing pink tongue, Suzie once more delved deep up into 
the dripping cunt that glistened with her own saliva and Angie's burning 
cum. Urgently she pressed her soft lips against the writhing divorcee's 
insatiable vagina and sucked wildly as her tongue drove far up into the 
piquant depths of her lust maddened pussy. 

Only when the totally exhausted Angie fell back on the sweat-soaked bed, her 
long legs splaying open, her sated body unable to move, did Suzie Wing cease 
her oral lovemaking and slither up in the big bed to embrace the dazed woman 
and lewdly whisper, "Want to see what your pussy tastes like?" 

She kissed Angie full on the lips, her tongue probing into the warm moist 
cavern of her mouth. Angie tried to resist at first, then passively 
submitted to the kiss, sucking the fluttering tongue deep into her mouth and 
caressing Suzie's sleek, smooth body, cupping her little breasts and even 
exploring between her legs, lightly caressing her moistened cuntal lips. 

Angie Smart fell asleep with her hand imprisoned between the soft sensitive 
flesh of Suzie Wing's supple thighs. Hours later, when a splitting headache 
overcame her weariness and forced her awake, Angie could not believe it had 
happened that she had actually allowed another woman to make love to her! 

God! That was even worse than what had happened on the beach with Ward! He 
may have been a teenager, but at least he was a male. An enlightened society 
could probably understand how, after so much painful loneliness, she could 
have yielded to her long suppressed carnal desires and, under the influence 
of a full moon and warm water, had sex with a young boy. But who would 
understand or possibly condone her all-too-easy seduction at the hands of an 
experienced lesbian? How could she expect anyone to understand it, since 
Angie Smart was unable to understand it herself. 

At first she was not sure it had happened maybe it was just a bad dream. 

But the way her body still shivered from the lewd oral ministrations of 
Suzie Wing's tongue was no dream. The rumpled bed in which the lovely 
Eurasian girl lay at this moment with her legs spread wide, her hair-lined 
cunt still fully exposed to Angie's gaping eyes, her firm breasts like 
smooth, olive-hued little cones peaked by tiny cherry nipples, was certainly 
not any dream. 

Angie slowly looked around the lavish room and brought her hand to her 
mouth. She breathed deeply, and smelled the sweet musk of cunt on her 
fingers. 

Suzie Wing's cunt. 

My God! How did I ever do such a thing? Clasping her hands to her aching 
head, she sought out the bathroom and discovered some aspirin. She gulped 
four pills down and began to run warm water into the huge tub, suddenly 
aware that her thighs were sticky with her own cum-juices. She remembered 
climaxing wildly with Suzie's hot mouth sucking her pussy, but could not 
remember how many times it had happened. 

As Angie stepped into the tub and began to slowly lave her body with a bar 
of expensively scented soap, she wondered how it had all happened. 

Why would a beautiful young girl like Suzie want her! Suzie was so fragilely 
lovely, the best of Oriental and European blood: it was obvious that she 
could make any man her slave. She could easily have taken off with the big 
blond haired man yet she had chosen to put a sharp steel hatpin to his eye 
and threaten to take his life. 

Instead, she had taken Angie home and made love beautiful oral loveto her. 
Blushing in the big black marble tub, Angie recalled her own wild response 
to the mysterious woman's flickering tongue and sucking lips. 

Languidly soaking in the warm soapy water, Angie Smart tried to bring her 
mind back to bare on the important factors of why such an immoral seduction 
should happen in the first place. For the moment, attempting to be 
impartial, she set aside her own undeniable guilt. 

Even with the cold eye of logic, Angie could not understand why another 
woman would want to kneel humbly between her legs and use her mouth and 
tongue on her steaming vagina as Suzie had done. Yet it had obviously filled 
a real need for the lovely Eurasian. And she herself had responded with a 
wantonness that she wouldn't have believed was possible ... What woman could 
help but be aroused in such a titillating situation? She thought of several 
other young, pretty women she knew, and the shocking confidences they had 
shared with her about their own sex lives. 

At first she had thought they were putting her on with the lewd and intimate 
descriptions of what they did with their boyfriends or husbands. 

She could not imagine how a girl could take a penis into her mouth or anus! 
But they said they did and loved every moment of it, too! "Angie, you should 
try it before you knock it," one angelic-appearing blonde had told her one 
night. "I mean, it's nice to have a hot thick cock in your pussy, and if the 
guy's good, he'll see that you cum. But what do you feel when he cums? A hot 
spatter of sticky juice ... and then he's lying on top of you, panting like 
a beached whale, and there's nothing left. 

"But if you go down on him, you can make it last for a couple of hours. Kiss 
and lick his cock until he's moaning with pleasure, and then start to suck, 
just a little, very slow. You know? Move your tongue around that soft 
rubbery head and feel him tingle all over. With the tip of your tongue, you 
can pick up every heartbeat. You know when he's going to cum! And then you 
suck his spurting semen down with his prick buried deep in your mouth. And 
when he's stopped cumming, when there isn't a drop left, use your tongue 
again, around the head of his cock. For a couple of minutes after he cums, a 
man is so sensitive there that hitting it with a feather is enough to make 
him jump out the window!" 

"Oh, for the love of Christ!" Angie Smart had blurted, and quickly fled such 
licentious chatter. 

But the obscene words had stayed with her all these months, reappearing with 
a startling vividness whenever she was weak with desire. 

Now, facing the sordid fact of her sinful behavior, she tried to get her 
thoughts organized as best she could in her confused mind. 

She realized now that one of her basic problems with Clint had been her 
absolute refusal to indulge in anything but straight sex. Time after time he 
had attempted to perform cunnilingus on her and she had fought him off 
violently. And even more staunchly had she resisted his every effort to make 
her take his stiffened penis in her mouth. 

That was a filthy, dirty thing to do, and she knew it. She resented his 
attempts to violate her body with his lewd demand. Many nights she had lain, 
sleepless, beside her husband and had had images of sadistic violence that 
had appalled her the next morning. 

She had thought how satisfying it would be to draw a pair of long black 
nylon stockings up her smoothly curved legs and fasten them to a jeweled 
garter belt, and then slip her feet into patent leather shoes with 
ridiculously high heels, and finally come into their bedroom, clad in 
nothing else but these provocative garments. 

And as he reached for her, panting with desire, she would smash the sharp 
nail heel of one shoe into his stiffened cock and cum-bloated balls. 

Or very subtly, she would let Clint force her into fellatio. And then, as he 
was cumming in her mouth, she would whip out a hidden knife and slash his 
cock and balls off. Of course, Angie had done none of these fantasy things, 
but the very presence of such sadistic images in her mind made her doubt, at 
times, her own sanity. Who knows, she thought to herself, maybe if I had 
stayed longer with Clint I actually might have done one of those ghastly 
things. 

But she had meekly gone away when she could stand no more. And it had been a 
good move. Now she was independent. 

Or was she? 

Only a woman who is in desperate need of a man is going to make love with a 
teenaged boy, and then to a beautiful lesbian. "Get out of here!" she 
whispered at the disturbing memories of her lewd behavior with Ward and 
Suzie as she turned on the shower to rinse the soap off her satin-smooth 
flesh. She hoped Suzie Wing would not be awakened by the sound of running 
water. She quickly dried her perfectly formed body in a fluffy towel and 
scooped up her clothes, struggling into them as though her life depended on 
it. 

Angie found a phone in the living room of the lush apartment and started to 
call a taxi, only to realize she had no idea of where she was. Some 
searching produced a phone book, and in it she found Suzie's address. She 
made her call. Within minutes the cab arrived, and Angie settled back with a 
sigh of relief in the rear seat, asking the driver to take her to her own 
beach cottage. 

Once there, she changed clothes and checked in with Irene on the phone. 

"Get your ass down here, baby, you've got clients." 

"I've got a headache," Angie Smart protested. "Can you stall?" 

"They're driving a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow ... like no, you don't stall 
that kind of money. They want to look at the Bibbs joint. Get your ass down 
here or you'll blow the whole damned deal!" 

"Tell them fifteen minutes ... I'll make it in ten!" 

She made it in eight, even allowing time for a change of clothes and a phone 
call to the Bibbs mansion. To her horror, she discovered that Stanley Bibbs 
was not at home. He had been called away on business, his grandson informed 
Angie. Her heart sank. The house and grounds were so big that she hadn't had 
time to absorb all of it, so she couldn't properly show it alone. "Ward, I 
need help," she pleaded. "I don't know the place well enough yet to make a 
sales pitch ... or even to show them around for that matter. Could you ... 
please be there and help me?" 

"No sweat," he said calmly. "Question do you love me?" 

"Oh, Ward!" Angie cried and hung up the phone, tears bursting from her deep 
blue eyes. The prospective buyers, Joe and Samantha Durocher, were in their 
mid-forties and had been waiting patiently for a good half an hour by the 
time the harried divorcee arrived. They waved off Angie Smart's profuse 
apologies for keeping them so long, and escorted her to their 
luxury-designed Rolls-Royce. Joe Durocher drove the heavy machine like it 
was a sports car through the cypress-lined curving roads of New Yarmouth. He 
seemed to know exactly where he was going. In minutes there was a relaxed 
air of conviviality as Angie sat in the front seat between the couple and 
Samantha built drinks from a tiny bar in what had once been the glove 
compartment. Angie sipped a fine Bloody Mary and learned how the two of them 
had come to hear about the mansion being for sale. 

The Durochers had known Stan Bibbs for years and had always loved his 
seafront estate. They wanted to buy it. The day before, they had phoned him, 
only to be told that Angie would handle any sale ... so they had come to 
her. The deal could not be concluded immediately because of tax problems, 
but they would work out the financial details with Stan Bibbs. 

"I'm his agent," Angie said, almost choking on her tongue. "What's your 
offer?" 

"Million and a half," Joe said casually. 

"I took inventory," she said, trying to match his cool. "For that you get a 
bare house. No Chippendale chairs, no oils on the walls. And five acres, not 
twenty." 

"Bitch," he said. "I know what it's worth. The paintings alone, at least a 
million. Tapestries and sculptures, another million. House and grounds a 
million and a half." Angie took a deep breath and decided to go for it all. 
"If you want the whole place, everything included, the price will be three 
and one-half million dollars. If you're not interest, you can turn this 
beautiful car around and take me back to my office. " 

"Tough bitch," he said. But he kept on driving toward the mansion. 

Angie noticed that Joe Durocher was sweating as he finally stepped out of 
the luxurious car, slipping a small black box into his pocket. She was sure 
she had blown the sale, and wondered why in the name of God she had demanded 
so much money for the estate. How could she have been so bold? Although she 
believed in her heart that the property was worth every cent of the price 
she had quoted, it was a terrible jump from what Stanley Bibbs had expected 
to receive for his rambling mansion. And yet, Mr. Durocher hadn't turned the 
car around. 

Angie could hardly look young Ward in the eyes when they arrived. But 
showing the house turned out to be a breeze. The couple seemed to know it 
much better than she did, and Ward, bless him, gave no indication that 
anything had ever happened between them. 

The harmony of the meeting was broken up by a phone call. Ward took it, 
blinked, and then handed the instrument to Angie. Irene was on the other 
end, speaking quickly, with an audible quaking in her normally cool voice. 

"I'm screening ... are you still with that couple?" 

"Yes," the puzzled divorcee said. 

"I'm holding a call. The man on the other end says he's the President. Like 
the White House." 

"Wait...." Angie was not in a mood for jokes. She took in three deep 
breaths, her ripe full breasts rising and falling with each one, before 
turning to Joe Durocher and asking casually, "Do you happen to know the 
President?" 

"Oh, damn!" he said, and grabbed the phone. Angie heard a long string of 
"yessirs" and "nosirs" before the man hung up. He suddenly looked older as 
he said to Angie, "I'm sorry, we'll have to cut this short. You know who 
that was. I don't even have time to drive you back to your office. Please 
excuse us we'll be in touch as soon as we can." 

And with that he was gone. Already his wife was outside in the Rolls, 
gunning the motor. The big car spewed gravel behind it as it swerved 
violently down the curving drive, disappearing in a cloud of dust. 

"Jeez ... you think that really was the President?" the blond-headed boy 
asked. 

"Irene McCoy checks out the jokers. I think it was," Angie Smart said. She 
rubbed her hand over her eyes and muttered, "Oh, Ward ... I'm sick." 

"Huh?" he said, not understanding what she was saying. 

"Please don't ask questions!" Angie almost screamed at him. "Let me tell you 
myself!" 

The teenaged boy was stunned. He could not understand what had set off such 
an irrational outburst. Certainly he had done nothing. Was this beautiful 
woman going crazy? 

"I don't get it," he said. 

"I don't get it either," Angie admitted. "But ... do something for me ... 
please!" 

"Anythingbut what?" Ward said, totally confused now. "Take me to the cove 
... and make love to me." Angie Smart could not believe that such lewd words 
were actually coming from her own mouth, yet she knew she had to somehow 
regain her sanity ... to know she was a full-blooded woman, and not a 
perverted lesbian. She swallowed hard and added, "After, I'll tell you 
something terrible. About me!" 

"What the hell...." Young Ward was now more confused that ever. He had 
always been the seducer, not the seduced. Yet this lovely older woman was 
literally begging him to give her his cock. And she had something bugging 
her head, something she seemed to think he could unlock. Grandpop would know 
how to handle this, but Grandpop wasn't around to give him advice. He would 
have to play it by ear. The lovely divorcee was pleading with her eyes for 
compassion and understanding. 

And he remembered all too well the tight sweetness of her voracious cunt. Oh 
damn, to get his hard cock in her pussy just one more time! Shit, she didn't 
have to ask him to do that. That's all he'd been thinking about since she 
left the other night. But why the hell do it on the beach? Damn, there were 
beds enough to supply an army in the mansion. But the yearning boy sensed 
the woman wanted to be taken under the hot afternoon sun by the crashing 
surf, that this would satisfy some craving in her that he couldn't logically 
understand. 

Well, if that's what she wanted, that's what he'd give her, Ward thought, 
feeling his penis getting rock hard with salacious anticipation. The tiny 
cove was completely isolated. They couldn't be seen by anyone, except in an 
airplane. 

"Okay, let's fuck!" he shouted, and before Angie could protest, she was 
being pulled from the huge house down the hill to the beach and onto one of 
the chaise lounges. Young Ward was immediately on top of her luscious body, 
ripping her clothes off until she was completely naked in the hot sun. 

"No ... Noooooo...." she pleaded, her arms struggling to stop him from the 
crass abuse of her body. 

Yet the soft wet lips of her pussy were visibly dilating, encouraging him to 
frantically lust for her vagina. As she felt his mushroom-shaped cock-head 
pressuring at the nibbling entrance of her trembling cunt, she cried out 
softly and thrust her pelvis upward, completely engulfing his stiffened 
organ to the hilt. She felt her tender pussy lips spreading like the 
rippling waves of the ocean as her straining vagina stretched grotesquely to 
accommodate his rampant penis up inside her quivering belly. 

Even as she cried out a desperate plea for Ward to stop, she found herself 
wildly screwing her ravenous loins up the thick length of his plundering 
cock, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his rampaging young body, the 
moistened flanges of her cunt locked securely around his rapidly thrusting 
cock-shaft. 

God! She could feel every hot inch of his burgeoning manhood ... every thick 
vein of his cock tearing her pussy apart ... every swing of his semen-filled 
balls smacking harshly against her tiny, defenseless anus! And he was 
savagely biting her tender, heaving breasts, the searing pain driving her 
absolutely wild with uncontrollable lust. 

Angie Smart arched her back and bucked furiously back up against his 
adolescent loins, luxuriating in the spell-binding feeling of his rampaging 
penis ripping up into her helpless cunt. She bucked her pelvis wildly upward 
to meet the skewering penetration of his erected member, her vaginal muscles 
sucking his pistoning shaft deeper into the raging inferno of her cuntal 
slit, her long fingernails raking blood from Ward's laboring back. Her full, 
sensual mouth was gasping, her passion-glazed eyes staring up at the glowing 
sun, her soft skin drenched in sweat. 

"Oh, I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Angie cried out, clutching her furiously 
fucking lover tight, her slender legs snaking out to wrap themselves around 
his pounding pelvis. "You cum toooo!" 

"In your mouth ... take it in your mouth!" he blurted. 

"Noooooo ... Nooooo...." The writhing, aroused girl protested. "This way! 
Cum in my cunt nooowwww!" Squirming and thrusting, she screwed her voracious 
vagina up and down his pillaging cock, biting and scratching his straining 
shoulders, until he had no choice but to orgasm as his swinging balls 
exploded with a white-hot fury, his thick cum pouring far up into the hotly 
clutching depths of her spasming pussy. He heard the older woman gasp in 
carnal ecstasy as his scalding semen burned into her heaving loins. "Oh God, 
here it comes," he cried out, "my cum in your cunt! Cummminnnggg!" 

When the last gushing drop of his semen had been milked from his cock, Ward 
collapsed upon Angie's sweat-slickened body. Damn, but she's a good fuck, he 
thought to himself. But what was this problem in her pretty head? 

What had she wanted to tell him? Beneath him, splayed out on the sand, her 
legs still clutching around his slim waist, Angie Smart lay panting with her 
spent passion. Every few seconds she shuddered and clutched at his body. 

With the wisdom of a newly enlightened youth, knowing she had just orgasmed 
furiously and would talk about any problem, young Ward set about making her 
do just that. After all, he reasoned, she'd said she wanted to tell him 
something. 

With all the virility of a young male, Ward's cum-coated penis was still 
hard as a rock inside her trembling body. And her hot pussy was still 
twitching around his imbedded cock-shaft, seeking more of his lust-quenching 
seed. Her hands were trailing sensually over his back as he lay in the warm 
cradle of her clutching legs. 

Damn, she's a fine little piece of ass! He didn't want to lose her. "You 
wanted to tell me something," he said, pushing his penis slowly in and out 
of her pulsing vagina. He felt her tender cuntal flesh ripple ahead of the 
mushroom-shaped knob of his penis, and listened pridefully to her soft sigh 
of contentment. "About Grandpop's house?" 

"No ... no ... about ME! And I can't Yet Angie Smart could not stop talking, 
not with his thick penis gently teasing in and out of her desirous cunt. Her 
words came from her lush lips in little gasps, and stinging tears of guilt 
poured from her blue eyes as she confessed her shameful lesbian encounter 
with Suzie Wing ... and how much she had enjoyed it. 

The teenager laughed jovially and cupped her firm breasts in his hands, 
rolling them like rubber balls as he continued to slowly fuck her 
cum-drenched vagina, his stiffened cock sliding in and out of her clutching 
cunt, drawing soft pink flesh with his glistening shaft on every outstroke, 
then driving the sensitive folds back up into her undulating loins on the 
instroke. 

"You got eaten by a girl and you liked it," he said. 

"Yes," Angie admitted. "Yes! And I loved it!" 

"Big fuckin' deal!" the boy said. "So you got licked by a queer broad! You 
think that makes you queer too? Well, I'm gonna show you a man can do it a 
hell of a lot better than any chick!" 

Angie struggled to get free of his powerful embrace as she felt his still 
hard cock slip from the warm clutch of her cunt, but the youth's strength 
was superior to her own feeble efforts. She was helpless as he relentlessly 
spread her long, thrashing legs apart, then dropped his tanned face down 
into the hair-covered "vee" of her trembling thighs. 

"Eeeeeeaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" the pinned-down divorcee cried out as she felt his 
searing lips glue themselves to her exposed pussy and the twisting spear of 
his young tongue plunging deep up into the innermost secrets of her 
smoldering cunt. 

Against her will, she found her hands clutching his bobbing head, pulling it 
even tighter against her torrid cuntal cleft. 

How could this sort of thing happen to her? How could she, who had lived 
alone for so long, free from sex of any kind, suddenly yield to anybody, man 
or woman, who wanted to ravish her voluptuous body? But her question could 
not be answered, not when the only thing that Angie Smart was aware of was 
the plunging tongue diving deep into her tingling cunt. 

She wildly fucked up to his lewdly bobbing head, watching her cuntal juices 
glisten on the young boy's face as his delving tongue made the insatiable 
volcano inside her loins explode again in a mind-shattering orgasm. 
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out as her cumjuices spilled out of her gaping 
pussy and drenched Ward's plundering tongue. 

As if in a dream, Angie saw his still rigid cock as he finally rose from his 
kneeling position and stood over her. I know it's wrong, but I want to suck 
it, she thought. Oh dear God, what was happening to her She was completely 
unable to control her traitorous body, completely at the dubious mercy of 
her own carnal lust! 

With a wild scream, she ran to the beach and plunged into the near-frigid 
waters of the Pacific, swimming furiously, feeling her nipples harden and 
her satiated pussy clench against the cold. Her long dark hair streamed 
behind her in the clear blue water as she tried to cleanse her body and mind 
of the mindless lust that would give her neither rest nor peace. 

How easy it would be just to give up and sink under the surging waves. 

But Angie felt she owed a debt to herself which had to be paid. 

There were sins she had to expiate. 

The sin of seducing a boy half her age. The sin of making love with a girl. 
She swam for nearly an hour and then, exhausted, she came back to the little 
beach and saw young Ward lying in the sun, his teenage penis still rock hard 
and glistening in the bright sun. 

She had the sudden lust-filled desire to drop on the brilliant white sand 
beside him and engulf his blood-engorged cock-shaft with the warm, moist 
cavern of her mouth. 

Noooo! she screamed at herself, Not again! 

And with a sudden surge of willpower that surprised her, the determined 
divorcee stalked up the hill to the house and dressed without looking at the 
boy. 

She cried all the way home in the back of the taxi she'd called. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

For two full days, Angie devoted herself to nothing but business, plunging 
herself into the myriad details involved in selling a very expensive piece 
of real estate. She found herself being snappish and irritable with everyone 
she came in contact with. 

And having Irene McCoy in the same office became an almost intolerable 
annoyance. Irene was giving her the needle, just for fun the vivacious 
redhead was not a vicious person but it hurt Angie anyway. Irene kept 
talking about getting laid and sucking men's cocks until Angie Smart wanted 
to scream with shame and outrage. 

The guilt she was carrying was bad enough without having to put up with 
Irene's constant kidding. And it was also one of those frustrating weeks 
when no prospective clients were showing up to look at property. For hours 
at a time Angie retreated to a quiet coffee shop and planned out the type of 
brochure she wanted to show on the Bibbs's estate. She had heard nothing 
more from the Durochers, and was ready to write them off as potential buyers 
until, by discreet inquiry, she discovered that the man was tremendously 
wealthy in his own right, a highly respected corporate lawyer who often 
served without pay as a consultant to high federal officials. He sometimes 
was called to Washington by the President himself for months at a time. So 
he was still a potential prospect, and she would just have to wait and see 
what developed. 

Meanwhile, she mentally designed the brochure she wanted to put out, and 
sought facts which would be important to anyone who could afford to buy such 
an expensive estate. From the county courthouse, Angie got precise figures 
on taxes, present and projected. She checked zoning regulations and 
restrictions. In a confidential interview with the president of New Yarmouth 
Estates, she established just what type of buyer would be acceptable to the 
exclusive community. Although there were no laws against racial 
discrimination, the Estates were a privately held corporation, and the 
stockholders, meaning the owners of the vast expanse of land, voted on all 
potential newcomers. There were no blacks. There were two Italian families, 
but only because they happened to be among the owners of the biggest bank in 
the world. There were eight Irish names. Otherwise, it was WASP country 
through and through. 

"This is illegal," Angie Smart protested to the president. "You know as well 
as I do how the courts have ruled on the issue of racial discrimination in 
housing." 

"My dear," the balding man with a bulging belly said, "The Supreme Court is 
not going to argue with one and a half billion dollars, which is roughly the 
net worth of the property owners in New Yarmouth Estates." 

"I see," Angie said, knowing all too well that what he was saying was a fact 
of life in the United States. She knew from her business experience there 
would be no outward indications of discrimination. There would be subtle but 
powerful pressure brought to bear to insure that no loans were given to 
undesirable applicants. Police would be instructed to run checks on 
everything from parking tickets on up. Private investigators would be hired 
to look into rumored girlfriends. Or sexual perversions. Some way, somehow, 
such a person would be refused entry into the community. 

It could be a very dirty business, but all strictly legal. The WASP could 
sting ... and she wasn't big enough to fight it. The message was clear. 
Jews, Catholics, Negroes, Indians, Italians, Polish, and Orientals were not 
welcome. They had their own areas. 

Angie Smart wanted to be sick, yet she couldn't dislike the elderly man. He 
had at least been honest with her. And she could tell he felt uncomfortable 
about revealing the way his housing project discriminated against all but a 
select group of human beings. She flashed him a pleasant smile as the 
interview was concluded. 

Then there were private sessions with a certified public accountant, who 
produced a variety of potential options on the purchase of the property, and 
then sent her to a good tax lawyer. 

Finally, with her financial and legal advice firmly in hand, Angie Smart 
sought out a somewhat scruffy, but talented, photographer who was short of 
money She told him what was needed. A layout on the grounds, misted, to 
create an antebellum atmosphere. An elegant layout of the interior of the 
mansion with people included in the picture. A shot of the horseshoe cove 
with young people cavorting in the surf, cooking up a big clambake, playing 
guitars, the whole bit. 

"I can do it," the photographer said. "But there's a problem. My best 
cameras are in hock. And I don't have any money to buy film." 

"A true artist!" Angie exclaimed, reaching for her purse. "How much?" 

"Four bills, to get rolling," he said after a moment's thought. "I want two 
thou for the job ... the hock money comes out of that. You can get it done 
for a lot cheaper, but I'm the best and I need the bread, honey. Kid you 
not." 

The young man looked like he'd been subsisting on beans and bread for a long 
time. But Angie Smart had been taken before because of her soft heart. Now 
she had to be hard. "Give me your pawn tickets," she said. From her purse 
she pulled out her wallet and counted out ten twenty-dollar bills. "Two 
hundred dollars; for walking around money. I get your cameras, you put them 
to work, and then you get the rest of the money when you're done and I can 
see your work." 

"Okay ... you'll like it," he said. She liked it. She liked the haunting 
exteriors of the Bibbs estate caught in seaside mist and fog, sitting 
quietly among the twisted cypress. The dew-gleaming roses, the stately 
appearance of the mansion itself, the shrouded sea beyond the cliff, draped 
in dark, fat clouds, all of the photographs were everything that she had 
hoped for. 

But now Angie Smart was worried. So far, all the expenses had come out of 
her own thinly-lined pocket. If Stanley Bibbs didn't like her presentation, 
she would be down to her last dime. With fear making her soft little belly 
quiver, she phoned the mansion and was surprised to discover Stanley Bibbs 
at home. 

She was more surprised when, without a question, he approved all her plans 
and cut through her well-rehearsed explanatory speech. "You want two parties 
... one with adults in the house and one a beach-blanket thing," he said. 
"Good thinking. Ward can raise an army of teens in ten minutes, but for 
appearance's sake, there has to be a chaperone. You'll have to be there 
anyway to direct the photography. Let's plan on you supervising the party as 
well. 

Angie Smart almost cringed at the thought of being close to young Ward 
again. She didn't know if she could trust herself. But she had no choice but 
to agree to Stanley Bibbs's suggestions. 

Angie was pleased with the way the party for the adults worked out. It began 
in mid-afternoon with everyone in casual dress, strolling about the grounds 
or relaxing with a drink on the huge patio. Later, there was an elegant 
black-tie dinner in the dazzling elegance of the huge mansion. 

Only one incident troubled her. As she was standing in a darkened hallway, 
Ward, dressed in a tuxedo, had slid up behind her and cupped her ripely 
mature breasts in his hands and rubbed her nipples into a near-bursting 
arousal. 

"Let's go fuck," he whispered lewdly in her ear, blowing his rasping breath 
over her sensitive neck. 

"Oh, God! Ward!" Angie gasped, trying to free herself from his obscenely 
clutching hands. But even while she was trying to escape, she found the 
smooth roundness of her buttocks grinding back against his insistently 
pressing loins, and felt his young, robust penis hardening and pushing deep 
into the pliant cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Angie blurted, "It was a 
mistake ... " 

"You loved it ... you loved me eating your pussy." Angie knew she had to 
move, and quickly. If his grasping hands clutched her heaving breasts 
another half minute, she would yield wantonly to his every demand. With a 
sob, she raised her right foot and brought her spike heel down onto his 
instep. And as he yelled in pain, she dug her elbow deep into his ribs and 
broke away, almost running back to the party. 

From somewhere behind her she heard him shout, "Bitch! Damn bitch!" But 
luckily for her, the walls of the house were so thick that the loud curse 
didn't reach the cavernous hall where all the guests were having their 
after-dinner drinks. A butler passed with a tray and Angie snatched two tall 
glasses without thinking. 

"Thanks ... I've been trying to flag Jeeves down for half an hour," a voice 
said as a hand appeared and took one of the glasses. "I think that flunky 
believes he's one of the POSH set ... you know, the old British colonial 
days when the letters stood for Port Outbound, Starboard Homebound, on the 
luxury liners; to be a member of the POSH set meant you always got a cabin 
on the side of the ship away from the burning hot sun." 

Angie Smart gulped and blinked. It was Suzie Wing. 

What the devil was Suzie Wing doing at this sort of party? Vividly recalling 
the passionate mouth which had brought her so much lesbian pleasure, she 
found herself blushing furiously while the beautiful Eurasian girl chuckled 
knowingly at her obvious confusion. 

"A friend invited me," Suzie said, fluttering her tongue provocatively over 
her soft pink lips. "Your photographer friend is doing an excellent job." 
She smiled slyly. "I heard what you asked for the place. Stanley really 
doesn't understand money ... I think you'll get three million at least, and 
probably quite a bit more." 

Exotic Suzie appeared to know a great deal about what was going on in a 
highly sensitive and supposedly confidential real estate transaction. 

Idiot! Angie accused herself. She should have realized instantly when she 
found herself in the lovely Eurasian's magnificent apartment that the 
dark-skinned girl had a very wealthy "friend" who not only took good care of 
her, but allowed her a lot of freedom as well. And like all men of grandiose 
means, said "friend" no doubt knew all about what was happening with the 
Bibbs's estate and passed his information on to Suzie. 

But who could that mysterious "friend" be? Not Stanley Bibbs, she decided. 
If lovely Suzie was his mistress, the butler would never have left her 
without a drink. He would have been hovering over her, anxious to serve, 
anxious to maintain his position. 

And, she was sure, not young, handsome Ward. If Ward had a woman like Suzie, 
whom Angie considered far more beautiful than herself, he wouldn't have been 
so passionate with her, wouldn't have fondled her as urgently as he had just 
minutes ago. 

Her frantic thoughts were broken by the intrusion of the young photographer, 
who separated her quickly from Suzie Wing to ask her just what she wanted in 
the way of pictures of certain rooms. Angie was happy to discover he was the 
only one in the place without the smell of liquor on his breath. When she 
hired him, she had been warned that he was a lush ... but that when he 
worked, he was the best. So she had taken the chance and given him the job. 
He looked haggard and underfed, but there was a military precision in his 
movements as he framed and shot every picture. And any suggestions Angie 
had, he improved upon. 

Although he wore a rented tuxedo, he wouldn't eat with the others in the 
baronial dining room. Instead, going into the serving pantry, he made 
himself a thick sandwich of turkey breast and tomatoes sliced thin, with 
olives and a pickle on the side. He looked at Angie Smart for a long time 
and then made her one of the same. He found a bottle of milk in a 
refrigerator and drank directly from it. 

"Why?" she asked, her mouth stuffed with the delicious sandwich as they sat 
together on the opulently tiled kitchen counter. "You know. You checked me 
out. I'm an alky. Cleaned out now, but one drink and I'm down the chute. I 
haven't had a drink in almost three years, but nobody believes me. The dog 
has been given a name. If I get through this job, and do it right, maybe I 
can get started again in a straight business. 

Compassionately, Angie Smart tried to kiss him gently, but was pushed away 
roughly. "NO!" he spat out. "IF I touched you, I'd lose it all." 

Angie recognized that the man was fighting some terrible inner torment. 
Gently she touched his hand and went away. Stanley Bibbs eventually found 
her in a garden swing. He, too, was sober, wanting to keep an eye on the 
interior photography. Angie, her hair blowing in the cool coastal wind, 
wanted to ask him about the presence of Suzie Wing, but thought it best she 
should not inquire about the guests of an eccentric millionaire. 

"Your photographer seems to know his business," the bearded man said. "I 
really liked the exterior shots. I'll leave it to you to select the 
interiors you want." 

"I think you should see them all ... if you have time, Mr. Bibbs," the 
dark-haired divorcee replied. "I think I'll leave it up to you, my dear," he 
said again, with firmness in his voice this time. "Now, I've given some more 
thought to the beach party. It's an excellent idea, but there could be legal 
problems. Parties get noisy, and even in New Yarmouth Estates, there are 
some old farts around who'll call the police on any pretext. There must be 
chaperones present at all times." 

"There will be adults," Angie replied. "I'll have to be there So will the 
photographer, and he's over twenty-one." She drew a deep breath. "We can 
keep the noise down. I suppose if some of them want to have sex they can 
sneak away and do it. I I don't think I'm fit to be anybody's moral keeper." 

"I suspect they're all sleeping together anyway," he said. "Just keep the 
stereo from breaking any eardrums. These will be kids Ward knows ... and 
he's old enough to keep them in line. Shall we go inside now and have some 
cognac and coffee?" 

Angie Smart had taken another of her long-shot gambles by letting young Ward 
arrange most of the details for the beach party. After all, to the 
youngsters, she would appear as the Older Generation and Establishment She 
felt it would cause less potential rebellion if she let Ward handle things, 
after impressing on him the absolute necessity of keeping the noise level at 
a reasonable pitch. They argued on some other points, and Angie found that 
it was hard to keep her mind on her words as she sat with the deeply tanned 
teenage boy. 

She could see his cock rigidly outlined in his cut-off jeans. Shamefully, 
she wanted to feel his adolescent penis driving up into her hungry pussy yet 
again. When would this insane desire of hers ever stop? She could hardly 
look him in the eye the whole time they talked. 

He insisted on no servants. He and his friends, he maintained, could build 
their own fire of driftwood, cook their own hamburgers and hot dogs, and 
make up a good clambake, without anyone else's help. His guests would pose 
for the pictures she wanted, but after that was done, they would expect to 
be free to do whatever they wanted. Otherwise, nobody would come. 

Thoughtfully, Angie accepted this somewhat tenuous logic, but insisted, "No 
hard liquor." 

"Okay," young Ward conceded. "We all drink a little at home, but I guess 
this is different. Promise you, anybody caught with a bottle of hooch gets 
his bare ass dunked in the cold water." 

Stanley Bibbs took personal responsibility in seeing that the party would be 
uncrashable. Gate guards at New Yarmouth Estates had been alerted to turn 
back any cars filled by rough-looking young people. Other guards were posted 
at the gate to the Bibbs estate, and still others, accompanied by fierce 
Alsatian attack dogs, patrolled the high stone fence. And if any energetic 
types penetrated those barriers, they still had to climb down the narrow 
steps cut into the cliff bordering the cove, at the base of which a 
ferocious German shepherd was chained and handled by still another armed 
guard. Angie couldn't have asked for better security. 

It was an unseasonably warm night, with none of the usual coastal fog. Angie 
Smart found herself accepted by the young people, and, to her great 
pleasure, learned that they thought she was from their own age group. Ward 
had intimated that she was his new girl and lived in a distant town. She 
compared her bikini-clad figure with those of the attractive teeny-boppers, 
deciding she came out far ahead. She had no baby fat to speak of, and her 
ripe, full breasts were firm and out-thrust, her hips were fashionably 
narrow, yet her rounded ass-cheeksformed a sensuous heart shape which none 
of the other females could hope to match. 

Only one thing embarrassed the voluptuous divorcee the tinyness of her newly 
bought bikini. The flimsy top barely covered the thrusting nipples of her 
high, wide-set breasts, and the bottom was so miniscule as to be almost 
invisible, clearly showing several soft curling strands of her dark pubic 
hair on either side of her vagina. 

She was virtually naked before the lustful gazes of the teenage boys and how 
many of the girls were looking at her with the same animal desire as Suzie 
Wing had? yet there was something vaguely exciting about being the center of 
attention that kept her from returning to the big house to put on a less 
revealing bathing costume. She had bought the suit she was wearing in a 
discount store for less than two dollars. And this was the first time she 
had worn it since she had first tried it on. At the time, Angie had found it 
to fit well, covering her vagina and proudly swelling breasts in a way which 
would be attractive ... possibly enticing ... but certainly not in any sense 
obscene. Nobody had told her that it would shrink to nothing after she 
routinely ran it through her washing machine before coming to the party. 

And now here she was, nearly naked, through no fault of her own, before a 
large group of impressionable young people. Her hard little nipples were 
fighting to burst through the thin cloth of the bikini top, and the 
tightening pressure of the fabric covering her sensitive cunt was nearly 
driving her out of her mind. 

But what was worse was that a number of the teenage boys, obviously spurred 
on by the irresistible sight of her scantily-clad voluptuous body, were 
giving her the most lewd invitations possible, trying to draw her off into 
the shadows where they could do what they wanted with her nearly-naked body. 

"I want to eat you." 

"Suck my prick." Finally the lovely brunette could stand no more. She got up 
and ran for the shelter of a huge rock on the edge of the cove, aware that 
strobe lights were flashing wildly now and that rock music was beginning to 
pour from some hidden speaker. Angie Smart fell on the cool wet sand and lay 
there panting. Fortunately, none of the youths had bothered to pursue her 
... there were enough yearning young girls on the beach to satisfy their 
prurient appetites. She was aware that the blinding floodlights had gone out 
at last, and could hear the young people devouring the hamburgers and hot 
dogs and digging into the clambake. She drifted off into a troubled 
sleep.... 

"Hey, Miss Smart, where are you?" 

"Huh?" the disorganized divorcee mumbled. Then in the bright silver 
moonlight she saw young Ward Bibbs striding toward her carrying a big paper 
plate in one hand. Even at a distance she could smell the heady aroma of hot 
buttered corn, a piece of prime meat singed over an open fire, clams, 
oysters, and God only knew what else. In his other hand he held a huge beach 
blanket, soft and scented. The offering of food was the perfect thing to 
counterbalance the humiliation she'd just gone through. She rolled onto the 
blanket as the teenage boy spread it on the damp sand, and suddenly found 
she was absolutely ravenous for food. When at last the plate was bare except 
for the corncob and some oyster shells, she lay back on the fluffy blanket 
and looked at the silver white moon and whispered, "Thanks Ward, I really 
needed that." 

Angie Smart felt at ease enough to snuggle close to the teenage boy's warm 
body in the chilled night air, but when he smoothly slipped his swimming 
trunks off and led her trembling hand to his throbbingly erect penis, she 
began to protest and tried to shove him away. 

"Nooooooo!!!!!" she moaned softly. "Not again ... it was a mistake ... 
please stop." 

"Just hold my cock in your hand ... no more," the boy pleaded, staring deep 
into her blue eyes in a way he knew would melt her resistance. For a long 
time Angie was silent. She knew this was wrong, but after all the sordid 
acts she'd already taken part in, how wrong could it be to just clasp the 
stiff penis of a boy this young? She wouldn't do anything else ... just hold 
his penis in her hand ... to comfort him. "All right ... but no more," she 
finally conceded. 

Ward lay still for a short while. Then, when he was certain that her 
defenses were down, he began to gently stroke his fingers across the flat 
smooth plane of her belly. Angie Smart felt herself growing paralyzed, 
unable even to move, as his hand slowly unsnapped the top of her tiny bikini 
and pulled the flimsy garment free from her proudly swelling breasts. And 
then he undid the cloth ties to her shrunken bikini bottom and peeled the 
skin tight material down over her smoothly tapering thighs, casting the 
panties aside once he had got them over her ankles. The fires of desire were 
mounting in her voracious vagina, and her loins were boiling with the sheer 
fury of her ungovernable lust for this teenage boy. 

Angie groaned gently, trying to form words to protest this blatant violation 
of her body, but nothing came to her lips. Oh God, she didn't want to be 
weak, she didn't want to yield to his demands, but his penis felt so warm 
and hard in her grasping hand ... and she couldn't help but remember how 
much better it felt shoved far up inside her aching pussy. Oh no, she was 
lost, totally lost to the carnal demands of her own traitorous body. It was 
only a matter of time before he would have her begging for his cock, only a 
matter of time.... 

Ward sensed the dark-haired divorcee's rapidly crumbling opposition to his 
lust-inciting caresses. If only he could get his cock up into her tight cunt 
he knew she'd go wild with passion, the same way she'd gone wild both times 
that he'd fucked her before. 

He held her luscious body close to his and kissed the rich mounds of her 
breasts, then teasingly slithered his tongue down her quaking belly and 
delved for a moment into her smoldering pussy, but just when she was on the 
point of cumming, he withdrew his wetly seeking mouth and heard her groan 
with ever-mounting frustration as the flames of arousal burned hotter and 
hotter within her over stimulated loins. 

Suddenly, as if in a dream, Angie heard muffled moans of ecstasy emanating 
from the shadows not ten feet away. That could only mean one thing: the two 
young teenagers were making love on the same secluded portion of the beach 
as she and Ward were laying on! She craned her head and watched as a young 
boy no older than Ward mounted the more than willing girl from behind. 

Suddenly the hunched-over girl screamed, "Not in my ass! Please!" And then, 
after silence, a desperate panting voice that said, "Now it's okay. Fuck! 
Fuck my ass!" Angie blanched at the rampant vulgarity in the young girl's 
words and tried to resist when Ward suddenly stopped his oral ministrations 
and said, "Let's get closer so we can get a real good look at what they're 
doing." 

She tried to protest but her words went unheeded as he grabbed her hand in 
one of his and the beach blanket in the other and dragged her into the 
moon-shadow of a huge cypress tree. He threw her down onto the blanket and 
embraced her urgently, forcibly turning her head toward the burgeoning orgy 
taking place just a few feet away. 

"Look at all that fucking!" the boy said, his eyes wide with ill-disguised 
lust. 

Angie Smart didn't want to look, but she couldn't resist the temptation to 
actually see the sordid act these two youngsters were committing. The 
slavish girl who had screamed out her protest against sodomy remained on 
elbows and knees even after the boy had emptied his cum up into her tight 
anus, and crooned unbelievable words of the most explicit profanity as 
another male took his place, ramming his swollen spear of flesh deep up into 
her forever-stretched rectum. And then a second boy knelt in front of her, 
his penis waving back and forth before her eyes, and with a wanton cry of 
utter carnal lust, she took his blood-engorged cock deep into her gaping 
mouth. Angie watched the two thick organs ramming simultaneously into both 
ends of the sensuously writhing young female. She was both morally aghast 
and yet tremendously excited to see the three youngsters bucking wildly 
against each other's sweat-covered bodies on the sand on the secluded beach. 

And I'm the chaperone? she asked herself suddenly, as the full extent of 
what was happening before her shocked eyes reached her passion-clouded mind. 
She had to do something to stop this uncontrolled fornication before the 
neighbors found out what was happening! 

"Make them stop!" she pleaded, but even as the words left her lips she 
parted her legs wider to allow young Ward's frantically working fingers 
fuller access to her aroused cunt, which was already wet and swollen with 
unrestrainable desire. 

"Let 'em fuck ... It's fun to watch," he said lewdly, crushing one of her 
unblemished breasts in his strong young fingers. "Take a look off to the 
left ... the little girl with the short hair. She's only thirteen, but she's 
better at sucking cock than anybody you'll ever care to meet. Lie quiet and 
watch her do her boyfriend up good." 

Although revolted by Ward's obscene language, Angie Smart could not help but 
look toward where he was pointing. Whatever the girl did, could she condemn 
her after what she herself had done with Ward and Suzie Wing? After all, 
here she was lying in the shadows, furtively fingering an erected penis as 
she watched other couples perform the most immoral sexual acts possible. 

The girl was exquisitely beautiful, her dark hair a cap of tossing curls on 
top of her head as she fondled the rigid cock of her kneeling boyfriend. And 
then she slowly eased herself down his body, tiny fingers peeling back the 
soft fleshy foreskin of his penis while her soft wet pink tongue began to 
lick at his burgeoning cock-head like an ice cream cone. 

Angie could hardly breathe, her eyes riveted to the utterly salacious 
spectacle taking place a few feet away. 

She watched the young girl wet her lips sensually and then open her mouth 
wide and take in the thick head of the boy's passion-bloated rod of flesh. 
She saw her cheeks suck in and then her head slowly descend along the 
ramrod-like shaft as the boy fucked far up into her tautly ovaled mouth. 

Immediately the beautiful teenage girl began frantically bobbing her head up 
and down over the wildly surging loins of her enraptured boyfriend. Over the 
crashing surf, Angie could hear the girl moaning in carnal delight as his 
rigid cock plunged deep into her welcoming throat. 

And then, just as he cried out his overwhelming release, silvery cum began 
to drool from the girl's avidly sucking mouth while her frenziedly working 
hand continued to wantonly pump his spurting penis. 

It was the most obscene thing Angie Smart had ever seen ... but also the 
most exciting. The girl had obviously sucked the boy's penis out of desire 
on her own part. She hadn't been forced to perform the sordid act. She was 
greedily licking her cum-covered lips and eagerly kissing the boy when a 
second handsome youth came to stand over them, his erected penis out-thrust 
and rock-hard. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl rose to her knees and 
began to avidly suck on the newcomer's proffered penis, never giving a 
second look to the sated youth whose cum still dripped from her lush lips. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Angie whispered, nakedly clutching young Ward. "I can't believe 
it! What sort of girl is she?" 

"Just like all the rest," he retorted, rubbing her aroused pussy all the 
more fervently with each passing second. "Haven't you ever wanted to suck 
cock?" For a long minute Angie was silent: then she broke down and 
confessed. "I-I guess maybe. My husband wanted me to, but I wouldn't .. not 
for him. I suppose I didn't love him enough." 

"How about me?" the boy pressed, at the same time slithering his middle 
finger up into Angie Smart's defenseless cuntal crevice. She felt the 
plundering digit fill her vagina to the hilt as the calloused palm of his 
hand slapped against the obscenely widespread cheeks of her tender buttocks. 
"Do you want to go down on me ... " 

"Leave me alone." Angie pleaded abjectly. "Please ... noooooo!!!" 

"You want to," he persisted, "I know you do." She could feel the thick rod 
of his male flesh swelling in her fingers, but the thought of imitating what 
that young girl had just done with her mouth was terrible. She sought an 
escape and whispered in his ear. "Can't we...." She almost choked on the 
words, but forced herself to say them. " ... can't we just make love?" 

Angie stared intently into his handsome face, waiting to see his reaction to 
her suggestive words. She was sure that her offer would mollify him, make 
him forget about having her suck his cock and just concentrate on making 
love to her. Surely that was more important to him than any of these ... 
perverted acts the other teenagers were doing. 

"Fuck, hell!" he almost yelled. "You want to taste cock. Okay, we can wait 
until they all finish." His hand gripped her dripping cunt all the more 
tightly, "When we're alone, I'll show you how to suck a ripe prick." . 

"Ward ... please ... noooooo," the distressed dark-haired woman pleaded. 

"Shut up and wait," he said. "Watch them ... they'll be fucked and sucked 
out in half an hour." Angie, weakened by her intense desire to be sensually 
satisfied, cried softly as she lay her head on the young boy's tanned belly. 
She tried to pull her tender fingers away from his lust-swollen penis, but 
was unable to stop subserviently caressing his passion-bloated cock-shaft. 
In time, the obscene sounds from the beach stopped. When she looked up over 
Ward's shoulder, she saw that they were alone. The teenagers had gone, the 
photographer had gone, leaving them all alone on the deserted beach. And she 
wanted to go also, but his powerful arms drew her tightly to him. And 
despite her every mental objections, she was still sinfully rubbing his 
stiffened penis with her rhythmic fingers. 

"Now we're alone," he said, pressing his fire-filled loins against her 
quivering belly. "Go down on me." 

"Oh, nooooooo...." the miserable divorcee moaned. "I never ... " 

"Go down!" he insisted. "You know you want to!" Angie Smart could not deny 
the truth of his words. Although she had never done anything quite so 
utterly immoral as this, she couldn't dismiss the fact that an insane desire 
to taste his adolescent penis was surging through her passionately thrashing 
body. 

She did want to taste the long, thick penis in her hand. She wanted his cock 
in her mouth and ... God forgive her ... she wanted it to spurt its scalding 
cum down her throat. She wanted to taste his teenage semen just this one 
time, if only to find out for herself if the young girl on the beach had 
really enjoyed such a debauched display of unnatural lust. 

At the moment she wished she had not been brought up under such a strict 
morality. She thought of the youngsters on the beach who had enjoyed all 
kinds of sexual intercourse. If only she had been brought up so freely.... 

"I never ... Ward, really, I never...." Angie whispered even as she knelt 
above him and slowly stroked his iron-hard penis. "I saw that girl do it ... 
but I never ... " 

"You gotta be forced, don't you?" he said. 

Silently she nodded her acceptance. Angie did not resist as his strong young 
arms pulled her body from the kneeling position down onto his expectant 
loins. She expected him to be violentshe knew he must be tremendously 
aroused yet his hands were almost gentle as he held her head over his 
throbbing cock and slowly pressed his swollen penis against her left cheek, 
and then against her right cheek She could feel his seething pre-seminal 
fluid smearing like burning oil over her unblemished checks. Then the boy 
lifted her trembling body up so he could rub the bloated head of his rigid 
cock over her swaying breasts, making her groan aloud in lewd anticipation. 
She found herself growing more eager by the moment as he finally ceased 
tantalizing her sensitive nipples and drew her head back toward his 
distended penis, yet still she kept her lips tightly closed, unable to bring 
herself to willingly take a male organ into the warm sanctuary of her mouth. 

But Angie Smart knew that her feeble resistance was crumbling when she felt 
the soft rubbery cock-head being rubbed across her gasping mouth. She was by 
now completely enslaved by her own carnal desire. 

"Kiss it." the boy said, thrusting his hips upward and pressing his 
burgeoning glans against her lush lips. 

The mushroom-shaped cock-head filled her vision in the bright moonlight, 
just as young Ward's penis filled her grasping fingers. Angie knew she 
should jump up and run away, but the compulsion to actually taste his 
blood-engorged penis was too great to resist. Tentatively, she wet her lips 
with a nervous tongue and then softly kissed his lust-swollen cock-tip. 
Angie found herself growing even more excited, not just from the physical 
movement of touching a male's penis with her mouth, but also from the way 
she was being forced to perform this obscene act. Angie looked up to find 
the boy raised on his elbows, his eyes delighting in her subserviently 
kneeling position over his slowly undulating loins. 

The humiliation of being used this way perversely thrilled her, but the 
beautiful dark-haired woman was afraid to go any further. She knew what she 
was doing was all wrong, even if it were happening with a man of her own age 
instead of a teenage boy. Yet she couldn't stop herself from placing moist 
kisses all over his passion-bloated glans. 

"Now lick!" the youngster demanded. "I want your tongue all over my prick 
and my balls!" 

Angie Smart almost cried in distress, but deep inside her heart she knew she 
had been waiting breathlessly for this very command. With a feeling of 
ultimate degradation that somehow excited her, she slowly obeyed his lewd 
order. The flicking tip of her hot wet tongue began to teasingly encircle 
the lust swollen head of the young boy's penis. His hands were on her head, 
guiding her open mouth lower until suddenly she found her wet lips pressed 
tightly against his semen-filled testicles. The pungent male scent filled 
her flaring nostrils, and she tenderly drew his swaying balls into her warm 
moist mouth, her tongue running over the hair-covered ridges while his hands 
urgently pulled at her long black hair. 

"Ummmmmmm...." Angie sighed, taking her mouth from his cum-inflated balls 
with a lewd sucking sound. With a frustrated groan, she raised her head, 
formed her sensuous lips into a smooth "O" and gulped his throbbing penis 
into her yearning mouth, her tongue working slavishly over the entire length 
of his grinding cock-shaft even as her slender fingers tightly squeezed his 
semen-swollen balls. 

"Goddamn!" The boy suddenly cried out, and jammed his cock far into the 
milking depths of Angie's throat. "Suck meeeee!!!" The orally impaled 
divorcee needed no further encouragement. Despite the fact that Ward's 
wildly plunging penis was practically choking her, she was loving every 
moment of this cruel debasement of her gaping mouth. She knew at last why 
the young girl on the beach moaned with such obvious pleasure. It was 
exciting beyond belief to have this young boy's gyrating penis pistoning 
smoothly deep into her open mouth. She could only tremble with anticipation 
of what it would feel like to have Ward orgasm in her mouth. Oh God, she 
wanted it, wanted it so badly. 

But not too soon ... oh, not too soon.... 

It was so good to have him this way ... she wanted it to last forever. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dimly, in a far part of her confused mind, Angie Smart could not believe she 
was actually doing this utterly obscene thing. 

But there was no way to mistake the thick phallus that was driving so 
urgently between her avid lips, or the semen-loaded balls she so wantonly 
caressed with her working fingers. 

And despite the voices of moral reason which still screamed at her to stop 
this degrading act of animal lust, Angle, wild with desire, wanted to give 
the surging young boy an experience he would never forget. Slowly, her 
sucking lips never surrendering his blood engorged penis, she shifted her 
position until she was straddling his right leg, rubbing the dilated lips of 
her simmering cunt over his firm thigh. Angie could feel his pistoning penis 
hardening and thickening in her ovaled mouth, his balls tightening up to his 
surging groin, but every time she felt him getting too close to his orgasm 
she stopped sucking, just slowly working her saliva-filled mouth up and down 
his upthrust staff. 

"Oh, damn, quit teasin' me!" the boy finally cried out. "I gotta cum now or 
I'll explode!" Lifting her wildly bobbing head only a fraction of an inch 
from the glistening tip of his jerking penis, Angie whispered, "Oh, darling, 
yessssss! Yessssss! Cum in my mouth! Fill my belly with your sperm!" 

Her head dipped again, and as she felt the hot thickness of his cock ram 
deep into her slavishly-opened mouth, Angie sucked furiously on the entire 
length of his distended cockshaft. She began squeezing his tightening balls 
in a lewd tempo with every upthrust of his bucking pelvis. Without warning, 
the first scalding jets of his pent-up semen burst into her mouth, and she 
nearly choked on the rushing liquid filling her frantically swallowing 
throat. His hands were clutching her head tight against his wildly 
undulating loins as lie rammed his pelvis again and again against her open 
mouth, smashing his pubic hair against her cock-contorted face with an 
almost savage vengeance. 

Suddenly his rasping voice filled the still summer night. "Suck it. Miss 
Smart! Suck every drop of my cum! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Angie felt the raging gushes 
of his burning semen flood down her throat to pool in her quaking belly, 
filling her whole shaking body with the warmth of his adolescent sperm. Her 
lips were tender from her first experience of oral sex, hut her mouth was 
rich and sticky with the savory juice of the boy's teenage loins. 

Gasping and panting, she crawled into his clutching arms and luxuriated in 
his ardent kisses. 

And then with four thoughtless words, the boy broke the magical spell, 
ruining everything for the orally-initiated divorcee. 

"You're a beautiful cocksucker!" he said. 

It was like having a knife driven through her heart! Cocksucker! 

When she had tried to love him ... Angie's brain reeled. Certainly she had 
her own guilt ... she had to admit to her own wanton desires ... but what 
she had done was out of love for this callous boy, not some perverted need. 

She was instantly sick with the vision of what she had become. Harlot! 
Lesbian! Cocksucker! Wildly she jumped up, not trying to retrieve the scraps 
of her shrunken discount-store bikini, only clutching the beach towel on 
which she had knelt while sucking Ward's eager penis. 

"Please leave me alone, Ward!" she cried out as she ran up the rough steps 
drilled into the cliff above the cove. Dark hair streaming behind her, the 
moonlight flaring on the jiggling cheeks of her naked buttocks, Angie Smart 
managed to find her station wagon. The keys were under the floor mat. In 
seconds she had the motor running and was throwing gravel all over the 
manicured lawn as she headed for the gate. Tears streaming from her eyes, 
she managed to steer her way out of New Yarmouth Estates and home to her 
seaside cottage. 

And then she threw herself on her bed and began to softly sob out her 
sorrows. "Oh, shit!" the lean teenage boy shouted as Angie Smart fled up the 
hillside. He was sure he'd just lost a beautiful chick who gave the best 
head he'd ever run into. So what if she was twice his age? She was a hell of 
a better fuck than any teen cunt he'd ever found. He hadn't intended an 
insult when he called her a beautiful cocksucker. In his crowd, that was a 
compliment! He couldn't understand why that sort of praise should cause such 
a violent reaction in the voluptuous real estate agent's mind. 

What stuck in his mind was that Angie Smart had been crying. 

So maybe she still cared, and their affair could be patched up. But he knew 
he was too young to really understand the complicated workings of a mature 
woman's mind. Maybe Grandpop could. He could lay his problems on the line 
with the old boy in a way which he never could with anyone else, even his 
closest friends. But it was so tremendously frustrating to the young boy not 
to be able to comprehend what it was that was making his relationship with 
Angie Smart so chaotic. 

"FUCK IT ... FUCK EVERYTHING!" he shouted in a burst of pent-up anger, and 
began the long climb from the cove back up to the big house. 

Alone in her beach cottage with the surf groaning and smashing against the 
cliffs and rocks. Angie was softly crying. Her mouth was still sticky with 
the boy's hot cum, and she licked her lips slowly as she took stock of 
herself. 

Who had been the seducer? She knew in her heart that she was the guilty 
party. Even though young Ward had appeared to play the aggressive role, she 
had led him into the sordid encounter in the first place. She'd known how 
scanty her bikini was ... she'd let him lead her into the shadows while the 
other kids had their wild sex, even when she was supposed to be chaperoning 
the beach party. She had eagerly clutched his rigid cock and avidly gazed at 
the obscenely fucking teenagers, all the while making the young boy think he 
was the seducer, that she was yielding only to his male superiority. And 
worst of all, she knew that all along, right from the beginning, she had 
wanted to suck his stiffened cock, and that she had resisted only because of 
her guilt. But the fact remained, stark and glaring in her troubled mind, 
that she had actually wanted to suck him off. 

There was no excuse for it! She was older than Ward's contemporaries ... she 
ought to know better! 

And then, in male arrogance, he had called her a cocksucker! 

Well, the distressed divorcee admitted to herself, there was no escaping the 
fact that was what she was. A cocksucker! She recalled how she had heard the 
word before, how it had revolted her, how she had thought herself miles 
above such sordid and totally perverted female behavior. Now here she was, 
sitting alone in her own house and openingly admitting to herself that she 
was no better than a two-bit whore! How could this have happened? How could 
she have sunk so low? 

With a moan of despair, the distraught divorcee dropped her head on her 
pillow and cried herself to sleep. Although neither of them had been aware 
of it, the oral lovemaking of Ward and the dark-haired real estate agent had 
been stealthily observed from the cliff above the cove by several of the 
teenagers who had been at the beach party. 

"Damn, she gives a great head," a boy named Jimmy whispered. 

"Better than me?" a blonde girl said loudly Without a glance, he slapped her 
across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up and watch. You don't suck cock, 
you chew it." 

The girl wanted to strike back, but was afraid. She was only a town girl, 
and the boys were all from extremely wealthy families. Jimmy would just as 
soon throw her over the jagged cliff as look at her, knowing his family 
money would take care of everything. Her smooth young cheeks still stinging 
from Jimmy's cruel slap, she tentatively reached into his swimming trunks 
and found his aroused penis. 

"Do you want me to?" she begged. "Why not?" he said casually, never taking 
his eyes from the lewd tableau taking place on the beach below as the 
teenage girl's soft mouth slid down the length of his swollen cock. He was 
so interested in Angie and how he might get his hands on her luscious body 
that he hardly felt himself cumming in the blonde's open mouth, even though 
she was a very talented cocksucker and in ordinary circumstances would have 
driven him out of his mind with her wet lips and lashing tongue. 

As a reward for her oral ministrations, he let her lie beside him and even 
kiss him, tasting his own cum on her semen-slick lips and darting tongue. 
And then he pushed her away. He wanted Angie Smart, and had to make some 
plane to get her. 

The other boys, satiated by multiple sex, got rid of their girls too. Jimmy 
discovered that they were as anxious to get Angie in bed as he was. They 
drove in their separate cars to an apartment owned by a friendly bartender, 
who rented it out by the hour. It was a safe place to talk about how they 
could corner the dark-haired divorcee when she least expected it. 

They had all avidly read James Bond books, and had picked up a rough 
knowledge of keeping an eye on someone's habits. For them it was 
particularly easy to follow Angie Smart as she worked through one day at a 
time, not even thinking she might be followed by a lust-driven group of 
young males. She went about her business of putting through the new brochure 
for the Bibbs' estate, and even found time to make a profitable sale, 
although she had to split the commission with another broker. 

Irene McCoy had found a new lover but he was giving her problems. He was 
tremendous in bed, she confided ... but she had happened to go into a gay 
bar one night and spotted him holding hands with a long-haired, snake-hipped 
boy while she was getting a pack of cigarettes. 

"I guess he AC-DC," the lithe redhead said unhappily. "Even if I'd let him 
know I was there, he still might have gone home with the boy!" 

"It could have been something very innocent," said Angie, not wanting to get 
involved with giving advice about such sordid matters. "Look, why not come 
down to the beach shack tonight. We'll have a couple of drinks and a light 
meal." 

"Beautiful," Irene said. "I'll pick up some stuff at the store on the way 
over." Angie was delighted. She needed some nighttime company. A lonely week 
had healed her fury at Ward, but had also increased her yearning need to be 
with him. Somehow, he'd never been home on the three occasions she'd gone 
out to New Yarmouth Estates to talk with Stanley Bibbs. He hadn't phoned 
her, and it would be an idiotic thing to try and phone him, even if she 
could think of a reasonable excuse for doing so. Every time she thought of 
the lean, handsome teenager, she found her soft pussy lips quivering with 
excitement and her pink tongue running around the sensuous oval of her 
mouth. 

It began as a pleasant, if somewhat hot, summer evening. Between what Angie 
already had in the refrigerator and the fresh vegetables and cheeses Irene 
had found in a small Italian market, they put together an exotic chilled 
salad which they washed down with a bottle of rose wine. 

And as if this were no man's land, neither woman spoke of sex, although 
Angie Smart desperately wanted to unload her story, even if it meant telling 
it to the most gossip oriented girl in town. 

It was nearly eleven o'clock, with the waning moon illuminating the rugged 
coast, when Jimmy and his friends made their planned-for appearance. They 
didn't ring the doorbell, and Angie Smart was not a witness to their 
startling arrival, but she certainly heard it. Irene had suggested they top 
off the evening by going for a couple of drinks in a quiet bar, and Angie 
had agreed, but pleaded she wanted to shower first; so she had gone to the 
bathroom and luxuriated in the cool water pouring down from the shower head. 

Suddenly there was a crashing sound and shouting voices from the living 
room. She heard raucous male laughter and Irene shouting for help. 

The soap-glistening divorcee hastily grabbed the closest towel and ran into 
the main part of her little cottage only to find five naked boys 
licentiously mauling Irene's cringing body! Still clutching the soft fluffy 
towel, Angie Smart reacted with pure animal instinct. She began to throw 
anything she could get her hands on, and bowls, pitchers, and plates from 
her valued sideboard crashed and shattered like bombs in the small living 
room. Even as she screamed, she knew it would do no good. because she had 
bought the beach cottage primarily for it's absolute privacy. No neighbors 
would hear her cries for help and call the police. 

Yet the sheer fury of her attack drove the boys back. She saw their penises 
soften and shrink in the face of her unexpected violence. But she knew she 
had only seconds to escape. In a few moments, no doubt, the boys would 
reorganize themselves and counterattack. She could never hope to overpower 
five virile youths. 

"Run!" she screamed at Irene. Then, throwing a dining chair and tripping one 
of the boys who was rushing toward her, she fled stark naked out into the 
dimly-lit night. She heard feet pounding behind her, and in desperation she 
ran toward the distant beach. Without a second thought she plunged into the 
heavy surf, swimming for all she was worth to escape the marauding 
teenagers. 

Her eyes blurred by the burning salt water, she rolled onto her back and 
tried to focus on the distant beach. She could see several figures standing 
near the edge of the sea. but even though they were pointing toward her, 
none seemed willing to risk the cold water to bring her back. 

Yet, if she swam ashore, they would have her. She couldn't let that happen. 
She would rather die than be raped. Even though she had done unspeakable 
things with young Ward, she would drown herself before being subjected to 
the heartless bestiality of the boys who had invaded her little beach house. 

And Angie Smart suddenly recognized another negative factor ... the chilling 
water of the Pacific. Naked, she could hope for no more than an hour before 
the freezing sea would make it impossible for her to swim. She knew she had 
to escape, to get moving, so that her circulation would keep her from going 
numb. 

But to where? 

Those teenage rapists had taken over her house ... and they were waiting for 
her on the beach. She was vulnerably naked in the chilling ocean. 

There Was no sanctuary. 

And then she thought of the Bibbs' estate. Although it was over five miles 
from her home by road, it was only half a mile around the point by sea. 

She could make it! Angie Smart had no idea of how long her desperate swim 
lasted. Every muscle in her limber body ached with exhaustion. The moon was 
going down. Yet finally she felt the warmth of the thermal spring at the 
cove, and a seventh wave lifted her weakened body and cast her on the smooth 
sand of the deserted beach. 

Her black hair carpeting her naked body, Angie lay exhausted on the beach 
until the orange-red sun rose and awoke her with its heat. She realized then 
that she was still stark naked, and the grueling events of the night before 
came back to her in shocking clarity. 

Angie's first concern was for Irene. Although she herself had escaped the 
lewdly grasping hands of the teenage boys, Irene might not have been so 
lucky. Even at this very moment she might be the victim of a brutal gang 
rape! 

Even though such a thought filled her with dread for Irene, Angie couldn't 
stifle a perverse wish that she herself had not escaped, a wish that she had 
been caught and subjected to their hard teenage cocks. Her sordid episodes 
with Suzie Wing and young Ward had reawakened her hibernating sexuality, and 
it had been days since she'd had a male in any way. She yearned for a rigid 
cock to be buried deep tip in her aching pussy, and now she could remember 
so many adolescent penises that were so eager to fill her vagina. With 
perverse remorse, the beautiful divorcee knew that, had there only been one 
young boy, she would have yielded to his demands ... even become the 
aggressor. But the way all of them had burst in had frightened her and 
caused her to escape. 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, suddenly realizing the inherent carnality in her 
own thoughts. Somehow she had to get moving, away from this beach and away 
from her own mind. Although she had only seen them for a few seconds, she 
thought she recognized the intruding boys as some who had been at the beach 
party. She was almost positive that a couple of them had been there, but had 
no idea of what their names might be. Ward, of course, would know, as he had 
arranged the whole party in the first place. And that meant she had to go to 
the seafront mansion and do two things: find a phone and see if Irene was 
all right, and then get the names of the boys from Ward. 

But she had no clothes. She remembered the beach house and the huge 
selection of swim suits that were kept there for guests. It was only a 
hundred feet away, and thank God unlocked. Her hair tangled with bits of 
seaweed and a lot of sand, Angie Smart made her way to the small building in 
the heat of the rising sun. There was a cold water shower in which she 
shivered as she shed her body of the sand and salt water. There was not much 
she could do with her hair, but for the moment that wasn't important. In the 
dressing room she fitted herself into a bikini and found a brief beach robe. 

Angie hiked up to the big house, going around to the servants' entrance in 
the rear. Her perfectly shaped breasts bounced firmly under the thin robe, 
and her tanned legs moved with ballet rhythm, yet she couldn't help but feel 
that she must still look like something that had washed up on the beach. She 
could have gone to the front door, but didn't want to be confronted by the 
snooty butler. She had met the cook, an elderly Italian lady, and they had 
gotten along well; she hoped the woman would come to the door that adjoined 
the kitchen when Angie knocked there. She was sure the cook would help her 
to get to Ward. 

Yet it wasn't the cook who answered her ring. The door was opened by a lean, 
hawk faced man wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He needed a 
shave and his eyes were terribly blood-shot. 

"I'll be double damned," he said, looking slowly and knowingly up and down 
her scantily clad voluptuous body. "I had a tooth taken out yesterday, and 
look what the Tooth Fairy brought me! Whoever or whatever, come on in!" 

Angie Smart gulped. She had no idea of who he might be. But she could smell 
the rich aroma of coffee brewing and bacon frying on a grill. "I'm mermaid 
of the day," she quipped. "Angie Smart. I deal in real estate. I went for a 
swim and the current brought me here." 

"Oh ... you're doing the job for Dad," the man said. "I'm Burt Bibbs." 

So this was Ward's vanishing father! He looked better than Angie had 
pictured him in her mind. She had expected a slob, but this man, although 
his body was noticeably scarred, appeared to be in good shape. Uncomfortably 
good shape, she thought as she saw a growing bulge under the towel that was 
his only garment. She passed through the door and down the short hallway to 
the kitchen, wondering where and when he had shown up. Stanley Bibbs had 
given her the impression that his son was no longer welcome, but obviously 
he had appeared and made himself at home. And he surely was not self 
conscious, because with almost every stride, the short towel he wore flipped 
up to give her a brief glimpse of his dangling testicles and hardening 
penis. 

"How about a little breakfast?" he said, going to the stove and tossing 
several thick slices of Canadian bacon onto the grill. "Around here they all 
sleep late, like they had money or something. Cook too." 

"I I was hoping to see Ward," the long-limbed divorcee stammered. "There was 
a little trouble at my house last night. Some of his friends ... I didn't 
want to tell the police about it until I'd had a chance to talk with him ... 
" 

"Oh ... HO!" Burt said. "So you're a friend of Ward's." Again his eyes swept 
over her curvaceous body, taking in her enticing breasts that were almost 
entirely exposed by the too-small robe, as well as the slender length of 
Angie's beautifully tapered legs. She wished now she'd brought one of the 
blanket sized towels from the beach house to cover the rest of her exposed 
body. 

"He's a very nice boy," Angie gulped. "Has he got you knocked up?" Burt said 
casually. 

"What?" She almost screamed the word. "Let's not play games, pretty girl," 
the hawk faced man said, his face suddenly serious. "A girl as beautiful as 
you just doesn't rise from the sea at six-thirty in the morning and knock on 
the back door of this place unless you've got something going with the boy. 
Don't flinch and squirm. Matter of fact, I think he's got damn good taste." 

Tears flooded Angie Smart's eyes and she gulped, "It's not what you think 
... not at all! Please I just want to see Ward for a minute ... to get his 
friends out of my house before I have to call the police!" 

"Well, he's not here. He's off on a hiking trip. The old goat is in San 
Francisco or someplace. The cook got into the sherry last night, which is 
why I'm making my own breakfast. If you have a house full of teenage punks, 
grab a phone and call the cops." 

"Oh, Lord," Angie Smart wailed, and decided to at least call her home and 
see if Irene was still there. 

"Are you all right?" Angie said anxiously as the phone was picked up on the 
third ring. "I'm going to call the police." 

"Don't you dare!" Irene said urgently. "I'm just in the middle of a sandwich 
and it's beautiful!" 

"You mean they left?" the naive divorcee asked. "No, Angie dear," the 
redhead chuckled. "They're still here and I'm the meat in the sandwich! One 
in my pussy and another in my ass ... and until you called I had a beautiful 
prick in my mouth ... and one in each hand as well! You shouldn't have taken 
off last night. Hustle on back here I'll save a couple for you. There are 
five of them and damn, they can get it up and up and up like you wouldn't 
believe!" 

"Jesus!" Angie said as she slammed down the phone. 

How could a woman be like Irene? Certainly she herself was bad enough, 
seducing a teenage boy and wanting him to fill her needing pussy with his 
hard cock. But to yield eagerly to a gang bang? And welcome one cock in her 
anus, another cock in her cunt, and still a third in her mouth? 

How could a woman be that way? 

Yet, how could a woman be the way she herself was? Seducing a teenage boy, 
making wild love with a beautiful Eurasian girl, and then wantonly sucking 
the young boy's penis? 

Who was she to pass judgment? God, just to think of everything she'd done 
almost made her sick. Yet she returned to the kitchen to find that Burt 
Bibbs had scrambled some more eggs, grilled a thick stack of Canadian bacon, 
and set out a big bowl of strawberries drenched in rich whipped cream. An 
electric coffee pot gurgled on the table, filling the room with an 
indescribably wonderful aroma. 

After the conversation with Irene, she had thought it impossible to even 
consider eating. Yet the fragrance of the coffee and ham made her ravenous, 
and there were slices of fresh French bread popping from a toaster, and she 
couldn't resist the hunger brought on by her long swim of last night. 
Pushing all her troubles from her mind, she ate eagerly while the scarred 
man kept passing her hot toast and jam and grilling more ham. At one point 
the phone rang, and he left to answer it. When he returned, he said nothing, 
only drank more coffee and ate a bit of the skillfully scrambled eggs. He 
waited until Angie Smart finished with the bowl of strawberries and whipped 
cream before speaking. 

"That was very nice," she said. "Thank you." 

"A pleasure," he replied. "But Miss Smart, let's get the shot up where the 
geese are flying. The phone call was from Ward. He'll be home in an hour. He 
asked about you." 

"Oh!" the long-haired woman gulped, almost choking on her coffee. 

"I'm his father. I don't get along too well with my own father ... or my 
son. But this I have a right to know ... " 

"What?" the anguished woman whispered. 

"In simple words, is he fucking you?" 

"Oh, Jesus," Angie whispered, feeling all her defenses stripped away by his 
blatant use of the lewd word. She buried her face in her hands and wept as 
she murmured, "Yes ... God forgive me ... we made love! I was so alone and I 
met Ward and ... I needed him." 

Angie expected to be slapped across the face for her shocking confession, 
but the saturnine man only laughed softly, and one of his scarred fingers 
reached out to tickle her under the chin as he said, "Good! Magnifico! You 
know that song Dean Martin does so well ... 'Everybody Needs Somebody 
Sometime' ... well, the boy's been pretty much shit upon. Oh hell, there's a 
lot of money lying around, he's never wanted for that. But no mother, a 
father he sees maybe once a year, things like that are hard on a boy. I'm 
surprised he's done as well as he has. I can't talk about the nature of my 
own work, even to him. He thinks I'm a jet-set bum. Well, I do ride around 
in jets and occasionally hang out with bums." 

"I suppose you're actually the last of the secret agents!" Angie Smart said 
tartly. "Thanks for breakfast ... it was delicious. I'm going to call a cab 
and go home!" 

"Please don't," the lean man said. "I told Ward you were here. He said he 
wanted to see you. He'll be here in a couple of minutes ... and I'll be 
swimming down in the cove. You can have all the time you want with him." 

Alt the time I want! 

Is there that much time in any one person's life? Angie asked herself. What 
will I say to him? How will I explain my feelings to him? Oh, DAMN! She 
filled another cup of coffee as her teenage lover's father grinned and went 
out the door, heading for the beach. 

Was handsome young Ward really coming? If so, she certainly had to be ready 
for him. The beach house shower hadn't done too much for her appearance, and 
she could still feel sand coating her long dark hair. Angie ran upstairs to 
the huge black marble bathtub and quickly turned on the water. 

In a cabinet, she found an ample supply of shampoo and scented soap. She 
washed her hair, soaked in the massive tub. and then slowly dried herself, 
studying her exquisite figure in the misted full-length mirror. Then, the 
damp towel wrapped around her limber body, she searched for fresh clothes, 
with no success. 

Damn, doesn't anybody keep a woman around here' she thought irritably as she 
went through room after room, finding nothing at all to wear. She considered 
fishing the bikini she'd foraged from the beach house out of the laundry 
hamper, but it would be sticky with sand. The towel was better ... certainly 
bigger, even if it was somewhat hard to keep in place. 

Again she thought of calling a taxi to take her home, but after talking to 
Irene, she was sure she didn't want to go there. Not into the middle of an 
orgy. Besides, she had important things she wanted to talk to young Ward 
about. 

And Angie Smart was interested in Burt Bibbs also, partly because he'd 
kissed her off so coolly and gone swimming. She wasn't accustomed to having 
men just wave her off ... she was more used to fighting them off, and having 
him just go away sort of put her down in a vague way she wasn't sure she 
even understood. 

"Damn," Angie said. She could still smell the coffee from the kitchen and 
decided she wanted another cup. She went downstairs and emptied the 
percolator into a stone mug and stirred a half teaspoon of sugar into it. 
She found a cigarette and smoked, damning herself for the sort of woman she 
had become. 

Lesbian ... harlot ... cocksucker! And now she was waiting eagerly for her 
teenage lover, wanting to taste his hot eager tongue and feel his long thick 
penis reaming up into her feverish cunt. Through her aroused mind flashed 
visions of the lovely redheaded Irene taking on five young boys at once. 
Angie Smart couldn't guess how such a combination could be possible, but if 
Irene said she was doing it, then, no doubt, it was really happening, 
probably at this very moment and on her own bed! 

Abruptly the door swung open and Ward, a backpack bending his shoulders, 
clumped in on heavy boots. He took a look and said, "Hi ... what're you 
doing here?" Angie wanted to hurl her heavy mug of coffee at him, but could 
only blurt out "Where have you been?" 

"Hiking," the boy said, shrugging the backpack off. It landed with a loud 
clatter on the tiled floor. "My old man showed up here, so I split." 

"I've met him," Angie said acidly. "His manners are far better than yours." 

"Oh, fuck off," the boy said. "I'm damn tired and I want to get clean." 

"Oh, you're a sweet one!" she shot back. "You know what some of your friends 
did? They broke into my house last night when I'd just finished having 
dinner with a girl friend. I had to jump into the ocean stark naked and swim 
over her to get away from them!" 

"No shit?" he said, eyebrows raising. "You call the fuzz?" 

"Not yet ... I called home instead. My friend says it's all right now." 

"Cool." 

"How could I ever have done what I did with you?" Angie suddenly sobbed, the 
memory of the sex-filled beach party abruptly flashing through her mind. 

"You needed it," the youth said. "I stink and I'm sweaty. I'm going upstairs 
and get clean. Come on up and help me." 

"I'm too disgusted," the lovely divorcee retorted. "I'm calling a cab and 
getting myself home." 

"Yeah, go join the orgy," he said as he left the room, shedding his clothes 
and kicking his dust-covered boots off. 

"I hate you!" Angie screamed as he began to climb the stairs, but he never 
looked back. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

And the frustrated woman did hate him. Not for what Ward had just done, 
which was all too typical of teenage behavior, but for the way he knew he 
could manipulate her at will. He never said anything nice ... just kept 
putting her down, despite the way she'd yielded to him, giving her beautiful 
body to him as she never had before with any other man ... even becoming so 
aroused that she eagerly sucked his stiffened cock and swallowed every drop 
of his adolescent cum, something she'd never done before, not even for her 
husband. She knew the youth could make her do anything he wanted ... 
because, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be a slave to him, wanted to 
be humiliated by his every sensual desire. 

She heard water running as she slowly finished the last of the coffee in her 
cup. 

Moving like a zombie, Angie left the big kitchen and slowly climbed the 
stairs to the immense bathroom. The fluffy towel slid from her shoulders on 
the curving staircase, and she didn't realize that her curvaceous body was 
now nakedly exposed to view. The bathroom door was open. Ward was submerged 
in the black marble tub, relaxing his muscles after a hot cleansing shower. 
He was lean and muscular, more so than Angie Smart remembered him being. 

Naked and shamed, she stood over the tub and said, "Ward, I'm sorry ... 
sorry that I said the things I did." Her milk white breasts heaved with her 
emotion. Angie could feel the soft tender lips of her cunt quivering with 
desire for the boy. She couldn't help herself as an overwhelming urge led 
her to step into the huge tub with Ward. The water level was just high 
enough to cover his softened testicles. She grasped his limp penis and 
tenderly rolled the thick foreskin down, uncovering the purple-hued glans. 
With a sigh of desire, she brought her soft mouth down on his flaccid cock, 
her tongue swirling off the soap until the burgeoning tip was clean and she 
could suck without swallowing any of the bitter taste of the bath water. 

She went down until her face was under water, choking for lack of air even 
as the boy's penis was hardening in her ardent mouth. Her hair swirled in 
the water as her eager lips encircled his rigid staff, but the water forced 
her to come up to breathe, leaving his cock poling up through the surface 
without her mouth to enclose it. 

"Hey you'll drown!" young Ward said. "Let's go do it in bed." Reluctantly, 
but realizing it was really a practical idea, Angie slowly let his now 
iron-hard penis slip from her desiring lips and lifted herself from the tub. 
She was pleased when Ward toweled her dry and then led her out into the 
hallway. 

His penis still stood up like a railroad spike from his teenage loins, but 
as she kneeled between his legs to lick his erected cock-shaft again, he 
stopped her, pulling her up by her long dark hair. 

"How come you're so hot?" he asked. "I know I've been a shit, not calling 
you or anything. It almost blew my mind, finding you here. And the old man 
splitting ... well, we can ball all day, but I'd like to know why you're 
feeling this way. Is it on account of what that chick is doing at your 
house?" 

For almost a minute she looked him steadily in the eye, until finally she 
found words which really didn't fit her mind at all. Angie Smart smoothed 
back her dripping hair and said, "Ward, darling, I have to talk ... have to 
tell you. I want to lie down with you and have you hold me and touch me and 
listen to me. It may not make any sense to you, but I have to talk to 
someone!" 

"Sure, Angie," he said. "We all get hung up. Let's go find a bed." He led 
her through the huge house to a bedroom which was dim because the shutters 
over the windows were closed. But the windows themselves were open, letting 
a cool breeze flow into the immaculate room. Seduction pit! Angie Smart 
thought as she glimpsed the huge mirror on the ceiling over the bed, and the 
other long mirrors beside it and on every wall. In this room, people could 
watch themselves make love from a dozen directions at once. 

And this boy, for all his arrogance which she was beginning to think was 
really a defense mechanism to hide his own fears seemed to be more 
frightened than she was standing here in front of the double bed. He was 
still just a teenager and she was a mature woman. Yet his male staff was 
thrusting out, rigid as the limb of an oak tree, and he tried to push her to 
her knees and make her put it into her mouth again. 

"No ... no!" Angie protested. "Not yet ... I've got to talk! Then then I'll 
do anything! But please, Ward, PLEASE just lie down with me first!" Angie 
fully believed that he would refuse and force her to her knees, and she knew 
if that happened, she would oval her soft mouth anyway and drain his 
hardened young cock of every drop of semen his cum-swollen balls contained. 

Yet he didn't. He let her pull him onto the big bed, and they lay on their 
backs, watching their reflections in the mirrors, as she told him in vivid 
detail about what Irene said she was doing with his five friends. As she 
spoke, she casually stroked his erect penis, her fingernails gently teasing 
at the red-rimmed corona just below the blood-swollen head of his cock and 
the sensitive nerves between his semen-heavy testicles and his anus. 

He heard her out, his excited penis becoming harder by the minute while his 
calloused young fingers teased the aroused nipples of her breasts and 
explored the soft lips of Angie's cunt. 

"Irene digs being the meat in a sandwich," he said. "Let's go over to your 
house and we can ball all day." 

"Oh, Ward!" Angie protested. She was stunned to think that with her lying 
beside him, fondling his rock-hard penis, that he could even think of such a 
thing! What she was doing was certainly sinful enough ... but to think of 
joining an orgy with a bunch of teenagers and Irene was revolting! 
"Absolutely NO!" 

"Groupies are fun!" he said. "But if you don't dig it, well...." Suddenly 
his hot mouth came down on the tender nipple of her left breast, and he 
began to suck earnestly on the turgid bud even as his fingers slithered 
slowly, tantalizingly, up and down the length of her distended cuntal lips, 
pulling at the soft curly fringe of pubic hair which-edged her vaginal 
opening. 

Angie groaned in mounting passion and began to undulate her loins up against 
his probing hand, clutching his cock tightly in her soft fingers. She 
mumbled a soft protest as his hand worked up into the tight crack of her 
clenching ass-cheeks, and then gasped aloud as she felt a finger begin to 
press at the tight ring of her anus. "Noooooo...." she protested, trying to 
struggle free, but the superior weight and strength of the teenaged boy 
overcame her. Angie felt the elastic ring of her sphincter muscle yield, and 
then his finger popped up inside her rectum to the first knuckle and began 
slowly to twirl, stretching her tender anal flesh in an ever-widening 
circle. 

"Please ... please ... don't " the lovely dark-haired woman pleaded, even as 
she was raising herself off the bed, lewdly spreading her legs, and then 
screwing down on his stiffened finger until finally it was buried to the 
very hilt in the hot depths of her clenching anus. "Oh, God! Don't make me 
be like this!" 

"How do you think my prick would feel up there?" he whispered, watching her 
eyes grow wide with shock as his obscene suggestion registered in her brain. 
"This ... is ... isn't natural!" she moaned, yet hardly gasped as the boy 
slid still a second finger up into her burning rectum. She found her body 
wantonly churning up and down on top of the bed, heard the wet slapping of 
his hand against her widely stretched buttocks, and realized that her hand 
was now wildly pumping his spike-hard cock. "Ward ... don't do this to 
meeeeeeee!" 

"Why not?" he said. "You told me your girlfriend Irene was getting 
sandwiched. You know what that is? Fucked in the ass and pussy at the same 
time!" 

"Ooooooohhhhh ... nooooo...." the distressed divorcee pleaded, her mind 
reeling with the obscene vision of what he was describing. 

"Doesn't this feel good?" 

"Ooooooohhhhh ... Yesssssss!" Angie admitted as his fingers drove still 
deeper up into her clutching anus, seemingly filling her rectal channel to 
capacity. "But nooooo! Don't do it to me this way!" 

"Then let's play a little sixty-nine," Ward said, a suggestive grin 
spreading across his handsome features as he withdrew his finger from her 
anus with a lewd sucking sound. Angie Smart didn't know what the boy meant 
for a minute. She had never even heard the term. But she understood the 
meaning quickly as he twisted his body around on the bed and his head dove 
down between her obscenely splayed legs, his eager mouth engulfing the 
already quivering lips of her pussy and his tongue spearing deeply into the 
trembling depths of her over stimulated vagina. 

Ward's lust-fired loins were now turned so that they were mere inches from 
her face. The length of his turgid male member, and the semen-swollen balls 
at its base, filled her vision, and she knew then what he wanted her to do. 
And deep in that place where all of her secret thoughts were hidden, Angie 
knew that she wanted to perform this obscene act as much as he did. 

Deftly, her fingers peeled his foreskin back and the pink tip of her tongue 
began to lick at the mushroom-shaped head of his penis, burrowing into the 
tiny hole at the tip, tasting the pungency of his secreting pre-seminal 
fluid. His own tongue was slashing deep into her surging cunt, working up 
and down her sensitive vaginal furrow until it found the throbbing button of 
her clitoris, and then his lips were sucking the tiny sensation-bud even as 
his tongue delved into every sweet crevice of her wildly writhing pussy. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Angie Smart moaned around the swollen length of his cock 
stuck between her lush lips. In the overhead mirror she could see his thick 
shaft plunging deep into her throat, and it obscenely excited her to see her 
mouth being fucked by this mindlessly reaming male organ. She saw her 
sensuous lips being weirdly distended, being pulled out like the mouth of a 
feeding fish, as his blood-engorged cock pistoned smoothly in and out of her 
saliva-filled mouth. 

Her own oral lovemaking, plus the titillating reflection of the boy's 
delving tongue plunging in and out of her gaping cunt, was driving her mad 
with sheer ungovernable lust! Gasping, her nostrils flaring as she sought to 
breathe, Angie clutched her arms around his muscular shoulders, her sharp 
nails scraping blood from his laboring back. His passion-bloated penis 
looked like the trunk of a tree buried between her avid lips as she strove 
to get every inch of his stiffened member into her hot, wet mouth. And Ward 
was avidly sucking her seething cunt, his fingers once again reaming up into 
her tight anus, and they were both groaning in lewd delight, their 
sweat-covered bodies locked together in the most obscene manner possible. 

Angie felt herself cumming, and with a groan deep in her throat began to 
screw her steaming pussy hard against the boy's frantically working lips. A 
momentous explosion reverberated through her bucking loins, and then she 
felt her copious cum juices gushing down and over the spasming lips of her 
cunt while Ward sucked up every sweet drop as he fucked his distended penis 
all the more wildly into her willing mouth. 

"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed, still grinding her cuntal mouth up into his 
cum-streaked face, knowing she could climax again and again if he kept 
sucking her cunt like this. She drew his lust-swollen cock deep into her 
throat, then slowly began bobbing her head up and down over his undulating 
loins again, feeling his rubbery cock-head push almost to her tonsils. 

Sometimes she was on top, straddling his body, grinding her pulsating cunt 
chokingly hard down onto his handsome face. And then they would roll over so 
she was beneath him, his head buried between her clutching thighs as Angie's 
eager lips stretched wide with his pistoning cock fucking wildly into her 
lust-contorted mouth. 

The long-haired divorcee didn't know how many times she orgasmed ... it 
seemed to be one long searing stream of never-ending ecstasy. 

And then she felt his rampaging cock ballooning in her mouth, swelling to 
unbelievable proportions, and she urgently clutched his bouncing testicles, 
milking them as the first hot jet of his semen spurted deep into her gulping 
throat. 

"Ummmm ... Ummmm ... Ooooohhhh!" Angie moaned between swallows of the 
boiling liquid that poured into her sucking lips. Angie's trembling lips 
girdled his spurting glans, savoring every lust-inciting drop of his 
scalding cum, and then she sucked the entire swollen length of his 
ejaculating cock-shaft back into the hot wet furnace of her mouth and held 
him there until his sated penis was soft and shrunken. Suddenly, just as his 
cum slickened penis was slipping away from her lush red lips, she felt her 
torrid vagina begin to spasm convulsively around Ward's still frantically 
spearing tongue. "Oh God! I'm cummmiinnnggg ... again!" 

Angie wildly fucked her shuddering loins up against his face, her long, 
sleek legs clamping behind his bobbing head while the plunging spear of his 
tongue ran like an electric eel far up into her ravenously clutching 
pussy.... 

And then, completely exhausted, they fell apart, too tired to touch each 
other, or even to talk. 

"We can't go on like this," Angie groaned much later. "Ward, it's all my 
fault ... I don't blame you at all ... but we can't!" 

"Why not?" he said. "You're a beautiful lay ... you dig it! If you don't 
have it with me, you'll get fucked by some older guy who'll throw your ass 
out the door when he gets through using it." 

"You're right," the distressed woman admitted. "Oh, Ward ... what am I going 
to do?" 

"Hang in tight and I'll ball you all you want," he replied, a wide grin 
spreading across his face. Angie Smart almost choked when she heard Ins 
calloused words. Tears spewed from her deep blue eyes, and she buried her 
face in the pillow. Suddenly, furious with emotional frustration, she rolled 
onto an elbow and spat the remnants of his semen from her mouth. 

"I thought you might care a little about me!" she cried. 

"Hey, I do," the teenage boy said, alarmed at her unexplainable outburst of 
anger. "Then why do you say such filthy things to me when what I need most 
is to be held and kissed?" she demanded. Her voice rose. "I've never had as 
much sex with anyone as I've had with you! And never so much abuse! So I 
suppose you've turned me loose. I can go out and just get laid! Suck a man 
if that's what he wants. Even a girl! Even you know I did it with a girl! " 

"Oh, for Chrissakes!" he blurted and slapped her hard across the face. Then 
he rolled her over onto her belly and tried to force his still-swollen cock 
up into the smooth crease of her ass-cheeks, but Angie Smart wriggled away 
from his straining embrace until finally his hard penis slammed viciously 
against her still tender cunt. He cried out, "That fucking Irene! She's the 
one who's messed your head up! Well, I'll show you what sex is I'll show you 
in a way you'll never forget!" 

Angie tried to thrash away from the enraged boy, but it seemed her every 
struggling movement only pressed his raping penis deeper into the soft, wet 
vault of her cringing vagina. Moaning, she clutched his rampaging cock tight 
with her cuntal muscles, afraid that, if he pulled his plundering hardness 
out of her violated pussy, he would only spread her quaking ass-cheeks apart 
and ram his blunt-tipped cudgel up into her virginal anus. 

His plunging penis reamed up into her helpless pussy, sending rippling waves 
of sensitive vaginal flesh ahead of the throbbing head of his cock as it 
smacked hard into the mouth of her womb, and she could hear the wet slapping 
of his balls against her lewdly spread buttocks. 

Unable to control herself, she screwed back, rising to her knees, feeling 
his blood engorged member drive deeper and deeper up into her uncontrollably 
quivering body. Oh God! She knew it shouldn't, but this rampant defilement 
of her vulnerable vagina was beginning to feel good too good for her to 
resist any longer! 

"Aaaaahhh ... Aaaaauugggghhh!" she began to chant, fucking back on the 
wildly impaling phallus. "Harder! Oh, Ward! HARDER!!!" His swinging balls 
slapped loudly against her lust-swollen clitoris, raising her to even 
greater heights of passion as Angie's long dark hair flailed across her 
cream-colored back, and she saw herself being wantonly fucked half to death 
in the multiple mirrors which covered the walls of the room. 

"Oh, God! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!" she cried out as a tidal wave of 
unbelievably erotic delight swept through her clutching loins, and she felt 
her cum gushing over his plunging cock as she madly ground her heaving 
buttocks back against his savagely thrusting pelvis. 

"Fuck, oh FUCK me!!!" the wildly aroused woman screamed, totally lost in her 
own swirling universe of sensual release. As she continued to hump her 
smoothly fleshed buttocks back against his pistoning loins, straining for 
the last flickering sensations of her overwhelming orgasm, Angie suddenly 
felt his cock explode deep in her gyrating vagina, spurting scalding cum far 
up the burning depths of her clenching cunt until she thought it would flood 
every cell in her body. As his swelling penis began to jerk wildly in her 
clutching vagina, Ward suddenly cried out, "Ahhhhh! I'm cumming! Fuck back! 
Fuck back!" His entire body spasmed frenziedly as his spewing semen rushed 
up from his cum-laden balls to fill every inch of her frantically milking 
pussy. 

After every last drop of his sperm had emptied into her vagina, Ward 
collapsed on top of Angie's sweat-slickened body. 

"You like that better than your girlfriend?" he panted, still gasping from 
his tumultuous climax. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Angie whispered, and found herself grinding her buttocks back 
against his flaccid penis again. "Oh, you!" 

"What's that mean?" he whispered, gently biting her ear to tease her. 

"Stay in me ... sleep with me ... I need you...." she whispered, suddenly 
overcome with an intense desire to hold tightly onto his virile young body. 

He rolled her onto her side, his softening penis still buried deep in her 
cum-coated cunt, and Angie said, "That's better. Now I can touch you." 

"You should have let me put it up your ass," he said, beginning to caress 
her breasts with his exploring fingers. 

"Oh, nooooo...." she protested. "I've never ... " 

"You never went down on a man before you met me, either," the teenager said. 
"And you dug it. And you know you liked my fingers up your ass, didn't you?" 

"Ummmmmm...." Angie admitted, moving her still trembling ass-cheeks back 
against her young lover. "Maybe maybe the next time. No promise ... you've 
really done a lot to my puritanical morality these last few weeks. It takes 
time to adjust." 

"Okay ... I can get hard again. You want some more cock?" Angie Smart ground 
her body hard against him in reply. She knew she shouldn't respond like a 
bitch in heat to his every demand, but it felt so good to have a cock deep 
in her hungry cunt ... " 

Hours later, after numerous other sessions of lovemaking, Angie felt his 
lean teenage body pressed tight against her back, his now soft penis still 
imbedded deep in her sucking pussy. He had just pulled his fingers from her 
tight little anus-she remembered a slushy, popping sound and she drowsed, 
delighting in the tremendous pleasure his vigorous male body had given her. 
She could still taste his pungent male cum in her mouth, and she lazily 
licked her lips as she felt his strong hands gently squeeze her resilient 
breasts and teasingly play with the rising buds of her coral-hued nipples. 

Through her mind ran distorted visions of Irene, lying in her bed in her 
home, taking one penis after another into every orifice of her Umber body 
and loving every minute of it! 

Well, Angie Smart asked herself, was she any better? 

Seducing a teenage boy wasn't exactly worth a Nobel prize in morality 
either. 

Yet she knew she couldn't help herself from behaving this way ... one sultry 
look from his dark eyes and she was putty in his hands. 

And besides, their lovemaking had been so beautiful, all of it. The way they 
strained against each other's body ... the way his thrusting cock tasted in 
her open mouth ... and the way his lashing tongue brought her pussy to 
heights of carnal release she'd never thought possible for a female to 
experience. His flaccid penis was still buried in her hot, moist cunt, and 
she unconsciously clutched her vaginal muscles around it and screwed her 
smooth buttocks back against his adolescent loins. She pulled his grasping 
hands tighter to her sensitive full breasts, and guided his fingers to 
firmly squeeze her tender nipples that were still pebble-hard from her last 
shattering orgasm. Angie shifted slightly on the bed until she could feel 
his lips pressed against the sensitive back of her neck, and then she sighed 
in utter contentment. 

The slender, long-legged woman might let herself pretend she was being 
loved, but a deeper part of her mind knew that Ward was incapable of loving 
her ... he was too young to truly understand a mature woman. 

He might be infatuated with her in a physical sense, and he had certainly 
given her the ultimate sexual pleasure a woman could hope for. He had also 
opened new doors for her inhibited life which might have remained forever 
closed if she hadn't met him. He had led her into the pure carnal delight of 
oral sex which her ex-husband Clint had clumsily failed to do-and even made 
her realize her anus could be a great source of pleasure, something she 
would have never dreamed to be possible before. He was at times crude, even 
rough, but what could you expect from a boy who was hardly fifteen? 

Angie Smart decided that her body had been a sleeping reservoir of sensual 
desire which had just been awakened by a boy barely half her own age. She 
snuggled into Ward's young body and let herself go to sleep. 

The summer afternoon sun was shining through the cracks in the closed 
shutters as a movement against her voluptuous body woke the lovely divorcee 
up from her drifting reverie of passion-filled dreams. Angie Smart slowly 
realized that the thick shaft of Ward's erect penis was teasing against her 
cunt from behind as it moved up in the soft depths of her clenching 
ass-cheeks. She trembled in renewed desire and swallowed her initial shame. 
She knew she would submit to anything now! 

"Can't I suck you?" she mumbled, hoping to divert him from what she knew he 
wanted to do to her. "You've got a beautiful ass," Ward said, as he worked 
his finger into her tight little anus and felt her shudder in response. 
"Just slide a pillow under your belly and get your sweet tail up! I've got 
plenty of Vaseline here to make things easier." 

Unable to resist either his words or his body, the long-haired divorcee 
subserviently spread her slender legs and let the boy part the quivering 
cheeks of her pliant buttocks. She felt him spreading the Vaseline on the 
smooth half moons of her buttocks and then fingers working the lubricating 
substance up into her tight anus. Despite her reluctance, she found it 
exciting that a male was preparing to sodomize her virginal rectum. 

And then young Ward was clutching her curvaceous body, his hands fondling 
her tender breasts while his tongue licked up and down her sensitive spine. 
Angie Smart found herself moaning in lewd anticipation of what he would do 
to her slavish body next. His tongue was actually slithering around the 
sensitive rim of her quaking rectal channel, probing and licking at her anus 
while his hot wet lips kissed the soft smooth flesh of her buttocks. 

"Kneel up," Ward suddenly commanded, his voice harsh with expectancy. Angie 
obeyed. She could not imagine how she ever got herself into such a sordid 
situation, but she couldn't resist the temptation to actually experience the 
forbidden act he was about to perpetrate on her willing body. The 
dark-haired woman slowly lifted herself up on the bed until she was on her 
elbows and knees, legs spread wide, her tensed buttocks high in the air as 
she waited for the teenager to position himself behind her. 

Sobbing softly, yet wild with some unexplainable desire for this new 
experience, Angie Smart reached back with one hand and spread her open 
buttocks even wider apart as she felt the blunt knob of the boy's penis 
press insistently at her proffered anus. The contact of his bloated 
cock-head against her tiny rectum excited her prurient lust, and she screwed 
her ass-cheeks back, humping and writhing, her taut little belly visibly 
undulating with the effort. 

His thick penis suddenly rammed against the puckering hole of her anus, 
causing the distressed divorcee to cry out in abject pain. "It hurts ... 
hurts ... OH! YOU'RE HURTING MEEEEE!" the straining woman cried. And then 
her tight anal ring yielded to his powerful pelvis muscles, and she felt his 
blood swollen cock-head suddenly pop up into her narrow anal passage. 
"Oooooo ... aaaggggghhhhh ... Slow, Ward ... SLOW!!!!!" 

But the aroused boy couldn't restrain himself. He jerked Angie Smart's 
churning hips up and roughly pressed her head down so that her squirming 
buttocks were pointed up at the mirror-covered ceiling. Then, even as she 
cried out in pain, he heartlessly drove the iron hard shaft of his cock up 
into her clutching anus. 

"Eeeeaaauugghhh!!!" she cried out as she felt his reaming penis slam far up 
into her tender rectal passage, pushing soft waves of tender flesh before 
its relentless advance. She was sure she could feel every vein of his 
blood-bloated cock ... her rectum was going to be torn apart by his ravaging 
penis ... and his heavy balls were smacking ever harder into her exposed 
cunt! 

Angie collapsed onto the double bed, but the lust-driven boy pulled her to 
her knees again, his distended cock still buried deep in her violated 
rectum. Angie wept silently, her tortured body wracked with an unbelievable 
amount of sheer agony. Why did she let him do this to her? Why, why, why? 

The searing pain in her ravished anus at first was unbearable, but quickly 
began to ease once her cock-stretched rectum adjusted to the unnatural 
presence of his erected male organ. He was holding her tight, one hand on 
her hip and the other clamping over her dilating cunt, and she could feel 
his swollen rod of flesh flexing deep within her belly, his cum-laden balls 
pushed tight against her flowering pussy. 

In the mirror at the side of the bed, she could see his thick young penis 
buried between the widespread crevice of her buttocks. The sheer obscenity 
of such a depraved sight began to fan the flames of masochistic lust deep in 
her voracious loins. She felt her limber young body adapting to this forced 
intrusion of her most secret passage ... and the way Ward was now expertly 
caressing her tingling cunt and swaying breasts was driving Angie Smart WILD 
with wanton, animalistic desire! 

Despite the blinding pain she still felt from his callous entry into her 
virginal rectum, she couldn't stop herself from screwing back onto his 
sodomizing penis, feeling the boy's dangling balls smack wetly against her 
wide open cunt. His plunging cock seemed to fill her whole body as it 
remorselessly reamed in and out of her defenseless anus, pulling her tender 
rectal flesh with it on every outstroke, then cruelly driving the sensitive 
folds back up into her squirming body. 

Gradually, Angie became aware that the blazing agony that had accompanied 
his initial entry into her narrow anus had all but disappeared. In its 
place, though she scarcely was able to believe her own feelings, was growing 
an ever-increasing amount of pure carnal pleasure, pleasure so intense that 
the dark-haired woman hardly knew how to react. All she knew now was that 
she wanted his cock deep, deep as he could drive it up her clutching anus. 

"Oh, Ward, this is so good!" Angie gasped. "Do it as long as you can!" 
Relentlessly the boy quickened thy pace of his strokes up into her gaping 
rectum. Damn, she was tight and sweet this way, he thought. Angie couldn't 
be faking it ... not the way her ass was churning and humping around his 
plundering cock! She wanted it! Well, he would fuck her ass off! The only 
problem was that her asshole was so tight she might rip the skin right off 
his stiffened prick! 

But then again, ass-fucking like this was worth the risk! Groaning with 
masochistic pleasure and wanton desire, Angie Smart suddenly saw her past in 
a new light. How she had deceived herself! Everything seemed so clear now 
with what Ward had taught her about her own self. She knew she could never 
be the same person she had been just a few weeks before. Into her mind 
flashed an image of her sex life before Ward. 

Clint had been sexually adequate, in a straight way. 

But she'd never experienced the carnal pleasure with him that this strapping 
young boy had given her, that he was giving her this very moment. 

She had never taken a penis into her mouth ... she had never felt a hot, wet 
tongue in her cunt ... or a cock in her anus ... before she met Ward. 

How much she had missed! And the lesbian encounter. Perhaps a man wouldn't 
understand that sort of thing, but the night spent with Suzie Wing had been 
beautiful in its own way because of what it taught her about her own 
repressed sexual needs. 

Why couldn't a woman ... particularly a lonely woman ... have pleasure with 
anyone who desired her! Man, boy, woman! Who was to stop her from 
discovering the sexuality inherent in her own body, except herself? 

Closing herself off from sexual stimulation as she had for years was a 
ridiculous thing to have done! Angie Smart ground her smooth ass-cheeks back 
at the pistoning pelvis of the boy who was so powerfully sodomizing her. His 
balls continued to smack hard directly against her out-thrust clitoris and 
she began to orgasm again, gushing burning cum-juices from her spasming 
pussy just as his cock jerked wildly and began to spurt stream after stream 
of scalding semen up into her tightly clutching rectum. She could feel his 
virile sperm flooding her loins, and she milked his lewdly-slapping 
testicles dry with her tight anal muscles. Angie was panting and sweating as 
he slowly turned her onto her side, his softening cock still buried deep in 
her cum-filled anal channel. 

"How do you dig ass fucking now?" he whispered into her ear. "If anyone 
knows, you do," Angie murmured, a suggestive smile on her lush lips. 

"Twist around a little and kiss me," Ward said. Angie Smart wanted to twist 
around and savagely kiss her young lover, but if she did, it would pull his 
flaccid penis out of her clutching anus, so she contented herself with the 
tiny kiss that hardly let her suck his probing tongue. She led his hands to 
her throbbing breasts and held them there. She could feel his warm cum 
oozing from her pussy and spreading over her trembling thighs, and his cock 
was still pulsing rhythmically in her semen-slick rectum. 

"I'm going to say an idiotic thing." 

"Like what?" the youngster said, caressing her breasts with gentle fingers. 

"I love you ... need you ... you broke me out of my cage." 

"Oh, Christ!" 

"Don't curse! I mean ... I couldn't find myself ... sex was dirty until I 
met you ... I wanted you ... I did things with you I've never done with 
anyone before. Even opened up to where I could make love with a girl ... and 
yes, I liked it ... very much!" 

"Oh, shit," the boy said. "Irene?" 

"No ... an Oriental girl." 

"My Grandpop says they're the best ... and he's been around the world a few 
times." He began to move against her yielding body, his penis hardening once 
more in her clenching rectum. Ward said, "You want to go again?" 

"I'm too tired to get up on hands and knees," she pleaded. 

"Then just lie the way you are." 

His thickening cock swelled in her tight anus, and they began to move their 
bodies together in a lewd rhythm of raw animal lust. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me there she whimpered, grinding her buttocks back at his 
pressuring pelvis. Angie groaned in ecstasy as she felt his rigid penis once 
more surging in and out of her tightly gripping anus, and she began to 
understand how Irene McCoy had become the way she was. She let her mind 
imagine what it would be like to have more than one cock in her at a time 
... one in her cunt and the other in her eager mouth. 

Or how did Ward describe a sandwich? A man in her cunt and another at the 
same time in her anus? She didn't think that was really possible for a woman 
to do, but the salacious fantasy was certainly exciting enough to make her 
ache for more cock. 

"Go in deeper," Angie pleaded, rotating her clutching ass-cheeks and 
screwing hard up the length of his reaming penis. His smoothly thrusting 
cock-shaft seemed to be boring right through to her belly and she couldn't 
get enough of it! 

Suddenly another cataclysmic orgasm broke over her slavishly kneeling body, 
and Angie was swept away by the sheer power of the sensation even as she 
felt Ward's thrusting cock burst loose with scalding streams of his teenage 
cum. 

Making love could be so beautiful! Angie thought, her mind still reeling, if 
only you knew how to approach it. She realized how prudish she had been 
before, when she had denied her body's sexual needs, and how much pleasure 
she had missed by not being honest with herself. 

Was she a lesbian, she mused, thinking of the carnal delights she'd found 
with the exotic Suzie Wing. She decided no. She couldn't be as long as she 
enjoyed a male penis so much as she was at this very moment. 

Or perverted because now she took delight in oral and anal sex? 

Again she mentally said NO to her question, thinking of what a knowledgeable 
man, a highly respected writer, had once said ... and how at the time it had 
shocked her ... "For centuries, some countries have been overrun by war. 
Soldiers want women, and they take them. The women have learned over these 
hundreds of years that if they don't want children from the invaders, they 
must offer an alternative ... their mouths or their rectums. Arab girls 
particularly will offer their anus but the French prefer to suck a man ... 
and whether their culture will allow them to admit it or not, they all take 
pleasure from the experience. And in harems, where a sheik may have thirty 
wives, it is physically impossible for him to satisfy every female under his 
sway. Eunuchs guard the harem ... but perform a dual purpose. An adult male, 
although castrated, is still capable of serving a woman, although he can't 
impregnate her. They take care of the sultan's wives ... but are careful not 
to be too good at their jobs!" 

Well, Angie Smart thought as she drifted into sleep again, she'd surely been 
wrong most of her life. Her puritanical upbringing had robbed her of so many 
bodily pleasures. It seemed so beautiful to lie here with her teenage lover 
... even realizing that it couldn't last forever. But there would be other 
men as time went by. She wasn't ready to give up her hard won independence 
just yet, but knew now she could take sexual pleasure from a man, and give 
him pleasure in return. 

But I'll worry about the future some other time, Angie wearily thought as 
she closed her eyes. An impish smile passed over her lips as she thought: 
After all, I've got enough to keep me busy right here for some time to come. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The morning sun shining through the shutters woke Angie up from an 
engrossing dream. Ward was still asleep beside her, curled into a fetal 
ball. The dark-haired woman, a smile parting her lush lips, reached over and 
began fondling the boy's limp penis. "You want to love me a little this 
morning?" she whispered huskily as his eyes fluttered open. 

"I dig," the blond-headed teenager said. "But you just about wore me out 
yesterday." 

"You can do something!" Angie murmured. For a moment she wished she was with 
Irene and the five teenage boys in her own house. "Think of something!" 

"Hold it a minute," Ward said. He jumped from the bed and soon was back with 
several photo-illustrated books which showed beautiful naked girls in 
bondage being whipped or spanked. Angie had never seen such obscene pictures 
in her life. 

"Where did you get these?" she demanded. 

"The old man and Grandpop sort of collect them." 

"Filth!" Angie retorted, yet she couldn't take her eyes from the titillating 
color photographs. The women were obviously all being humiliated, yet there 
was a wild sensuality burning in their passion-glazed eyes. The pictures 
were accompanied by a faked text, probably hammered out by some out-of-work 
hack writer. 

Utterly disgusting! She slid from the bed and said, "I'm hungry. I suppose 
there's some food in this huge mansion." 

"Shit, I didn't think you'd get up-tight," Ward said, also climbing from the 
huge bed. "Cook's on a running drunk ... we'll have to do our own thing in 
the kitchen." 

Angie found a short robe, but was dismayed to see that Ward was making no 
effort to cover his nakedness. 

"You're not going downstairs that way are you?" she asked. "Who the fuck do 
I have to impress in this house?" he retorted. "A wino cook? A queer butler? 
Fuck them!" 

It was a rough bit of logic, but it did make sense to Angie, so she made no 
further protest. The two of them took over the kitchen and soon had a 
substantial, if simple, meal prepared. Ham and eggs, hash brown potatoes, 
toast, butter, jam, and coffee; all were set on the large kitchen table. 
Angie found her appetite perhaps enhanced by her rigorous sexual activity to 
be overwhelming and she ate ravenously of everything. 

Even though she appeared to be totally engrossed in eating, visions of 
pictures in the books Ward had shown her ran through her susceptible mind. 
Most were completely revolting, but a few did vaguely excite her, she had to 
admit. As she finished the last bit of her toast, she boldly reached under 
the table and groped for his penis. She found the flaccid organ and began to 
stroke it slowly, teasingly. 

"Can you ... again?" she whispered. She felt his cock beginning to grow hard 
in her lewdly caressing fingers and said, "Oh, yes, you can!" 

"You'll screw me to death," he laughed, amazed at the change that had come 
over the formerly puritanical Miss Smart. 

"You've almost done that to me already," Angie said with a wanton grin. "We 
could try something different, if you want." 

"Like what?" 

"Well ... those books," she said, her face flushing in embarrassment. "I 
mean, they're really revolting, and all ... but maybe if you just spanked me 
a little ... with your hand ... no whips or belts ... I think I might like 
that. Then, we'll do whatever ... " 

"Sound's great," the virile youth said. "Let's go back to bed." Angie Smart 
trembled with excitement as she returned to the bedroom and stripped her 
robe off, exposing her luscious body to the fervent gaze of her boy lover. 
She was tantalized, wondering how he would use her body this time to satisfy 
his insatiable lust. With a tremor in her voice, she said, "How do you want 
me?" 

"Kneel like you were taking it in the ass," he said. 

Abject and now fearful, she complied, seeing her slavish reflection in the 
big mirrors alongside the bed. 

"That's perfect," he said. Then, without warning, he whipped his hand across 
her proffered buttocks. 

SMACK!!! "Eeeeyyyyaaah!" she cried out. "Harder!" Time after time the boy's 
open hand cracked across her quaking buttocks, and she could see in the 
mirror that her satin-smooth flesh was turning a bright cherry red, from his 
feverish blows. She suddenly realized that her vagina was fully aroused now, 
and that cuntal juices were trickling down her trembling thighs. 

"More ... more ... harder!" she chanted. The tingling sensation in her pussy 
was growing stronger and stronger, the heat in her loins growing hotter and 
hotter. It was just a matter of moments before she would orgasm, before she 
would explode with a fury she never dreamed possible. Just a matter of 
moments.... 

"I'll be double-damned if the boy hasn't grown up, and learned how to handle 
a woman," a male voice boomed out from the doorway. 

Startled on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her life, Angie Smart 
looked around and blinked in disbelief. 

Staring and grinning with lewd pleasure were Burt Bibbs and Suzie Wing! 

"Oh Jesus!" Angie cried out, trying to cover her aroused and naked body 
under a cum soaked bed sheet. 

Meanwhile, Ward seemed perfectly calm as he stood there stark naked, not 
trying to cover his rigid cock that poled out stiffly from his adolescent 
loins. He grinned at his father. 

"Sounds like the pretty girl likes it," Burt Bibbs said. He winked at his 
son. "Is she good?" 

"I told you she's beautiful," Suzie Wing said. 

"You had her," Burt said. 

"I told you. You know how I am." 

"Honey, I know you go both ways, but you're numero uno in fucking and 
sucking department," Burt replied. Terrified at being caught in such a 
compromising situation, and not understanding just what was happening, Angie 
Smart cowered under the sheet, and with tears in her eyes cried out, "What's 
going on?" 

Her pleading question evoked laughter from the other three people standing 
in the room, and that only made her feel all the more alone and confused. 
"You really don't know?" Burt Bibbs asked. "I don't know a thing ... except 
that I was hired to sell this big house. And I got involved with Ward ... 
and then Suzie ... and had to swim in the freezing ocean to escape a gang of 
young rapists." 

"Guess that could be confusing," the lean, saturnine man said. "Here's some 
identification. It's supposed to be top secret, but everyone on the other 
team knows me anyway. We all drink together." 

He slid a slender wallet from the pocket of his tight-fitting slacks and 
flipped it open. There was an identity card and a small badge. She read the 
words on the card and gulped as he said, "I don't carry these papers on the 
job." 

Angie could immediately see why. According to the identification papers, 
Burt Bibbs was one of the top men in one of the most secret of the 
counter-intelligence agencies operating out of the Pentagon. He was part 
world-roaming spy, part espionage agent, and sometime political assassin. 

"And this is my woman," he said, nodding toward the beautiful Eurasian girl, 
Suzie Wing. "Suzie has been keeping an eye on things here while I was gone. 
Including you and Ward. The report was good. She said you were good for him 
... and he for you. No sweat. Ward's known about my job for a long time now, 
and he's kept his mouth shut like he knows he's supposed to. 

"I thought he didn't think much of you," Angie whispered. 

"My cover is a jet-set bum. He knows better. Right, Son?" 

"Sure, Dad," the youth replied. 

"Well, let's all get into bed," his father said as he shed his clothes and 
Suzie Wing peeled off her dress. 

"Ooooh, my God!" Angie cried out as she was suddenly surrounded by naked 
flesh. It seemed like male and female bodies were swarming all over her. 
"Don't do this to meeee!" 

"Group scenes are the greatest," Ward said as he fondled her pliant breasts. 
"And besides, it's been a long time since the old man and I did anything 
together. You'd be sort of breaking up a father and son get-together if you 
split now." 

"Relax and enjoy, Angie," said Burt Bibbs as his hands slid slowly over her 
cringing body. At first, she trembled in fear at his touch, but his stroking 
fingers were so lewdly exciting that she couldn't help but part her sleek 
legs to allow his obscenely delving hand greater access to her simmering 
cunt. As if in a dream, she heard him say, "I've got her warmed up. Why 
don't you give her a little of your tongue?" 

Angie found herself unable to resist as her thrashing legs were pulled apart 
by Burt Bibb's powerful hands. And then Suzie Wing's soft mouth was between 
her widespread thighs, her fluttering tongue licking up and down the inside 
of Angie's quaking pubic mound while her slender fingers parted the 
moistened petals of her aroused cunt. 

"I can't stand it!" the pinned-down divorcee cried even as she arched her 
back and thrust her nakedly exposed pussy up against the Eurasian girl's 
full lipped mouth. She felt the soft probing of the dark-skinned woman's 
tongue pressing into her vagina, licking apart the suffused cuntal folds 
while Angie moaned in ecstasy. Her quivering thighs clutched tight around 
Suzie's beautiful face, and Angie Smart lost all sense of moral decency once 
more, wanting only to have the lust-inciting tonguing of her vagina continue 
forever. "Eat meee!!!" she cried out in animal passion, pulling Suzie's face 
even tighter to her throbbing cunt. 

"Why don't you eat me?" Burt Bibbs said. He was kneeling by Angie's face, 
provocatively rolling the fleshy foreskin back from the lust-swollen head of 
his cock. "Enjoy it from both ends." 

For a moment the lewd words shocked Angie, but the mere sight of his 
blood-engorged penis pulsating just inches from her face aroused her almost 
as much as the delving tongue that was still driving deep into her orally 
impaled vagina. 

"Oooooooo ... YES!!" she moaned, reaching frantically for the thick veined 
rod of flesh. She clutched at his semen-heavy balls and guided his 
mushroom-shaped cock-head to her wetly parted lips as Burt straddled his 
body across her face. Eagerly she sucked his swollen manhood into her 
desiring mouth, her soft tongue licking his distended penis while her mouth 
formed a tight oval around his invading cock-shaft. Suzie's tongue was 
spearing up her pussy like a piston gone made, and she realized that young 
Ward was playing with her breasts, sucking and squeezing her burning nipples 
in lewd accompaniment to the other three undulating bodies on the wildly 
rocking bed. 

With wanton desire, Angie clutched at Burt's lean, muscular buttocks and 
pulled him downward, filling her throat with his passion-bloated penis as 
she sucked furiously, desperately wanting the burning semen from his 
lust-swollen balls. Her nose was buried in the dark curly hair of his loins, 
and her eager lips were distended grotesquely as she sucked relentlessly on 
his burgeoning cock. From the corner of her eye she could see herself in the 
mirror, and the obscene image of her cock-stuffed mouth only inspired the 
lust-driven divorcee to suck his plundering penis all the harder. 

Angie glanced at the mirror again, longer this time, and she could see her 
mouth filled with a spearing male organ while a beautiful girl was slavishly 
licking her cunt and a handsome young boy tongued and sucked her heaving 
breasts! 

This was carnal ecstasy beyond all human imagination! The huge bedroom was 
filled with wet slurping sounds, and Angie Smart was receiving every ounce 
of sensual attention three other people could give her. Her soft mouth 
tightly ringing the bloated head of his pounding cock in her gaping mouth, 
she impulsively thrust a finger straight up into the anus of Burt Bibbs. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" he cried out, more from shock than actual pain. Jerking 
wildly, he fucked his spasming penis deep into her mouth and Angie was 
rewarded by great jetting spurts of hot, thick semen. Just the pungent taste 
of roiling cum brought her to a powerful orgasm, and she furiously ground 
her steaming pussy down against the eagerly sucking mouth of Suzie Wing. 

Angie thought this was the most sensually exciting thing she had ever 
experienced ... having a hard driving cock cum in her mouth while she in 
turn spewed her gushing cuntal juices into the urgently sucking lips of a 
beautiful girl; and all the while a young boy wantonly licked her swaying 
breasts. 

Avidly the undulating divorcee swallowed every drop of his ejaculating 
sperm, while she savagely rubbed her tender cunt against the ferociously 
sucking mouth between her legs, tightly clutching her thighs around the 
beautiful Eurasian face. Salty cum was filling her belly and Angie was 
thrashing between Burt and Suzie like a sleek fish that had just been hauled 
into a boat. 

Burt Bibbs tried to withdraw his spent penis from her tightly clamping mouth 
but she refused to let him go, not until she was sure she had taken every 
single bit of his seething semen. And then she locked her long, slender legs 
around Suzie's face and shoulders and captured her as well in a desperate 
quivering embrace. 

"I told you she was a real woman, Dad," Ward said. "But when do I get mine?" 

"I thought you'd gotten all you could handle for a week already." Both 
father and son raucously laughed at this last statement. "Ooooohhhhh!" Angie 
groaned in humiliation as she heard the two males cross words, and she 
pulled her still sucking mouth from Burt's flaccid cock and released Suzie 
Wing from the tight grasp of her sweating thighs. "I'm meat ... just a piece 
of meat to all of you!" she cried out, her lush lower lip trembling with 
suppressed emotion. 

"Prime cut," Burt said with a grin. 

"I hate you all!" Angie shouted, her blue eyes blazing in righteous anger. 
"Who hates whom and why?" an older voice inquired. "And what the hell's 
going on here, anyway?" 

Angie blinked and rubbed her tear-filled eyes. With a feeling of utter 
dismay, she saw the handsome figure of Stanley Bibbs standing in the open 
doorway. 

"Just a little fucking, Grandpop," Ward said. 

"I saw that much before I spoke," the bearded man said. "I just want to know 
one thing ... why wasn't I invited?" 

"Oh my God!" Angie whispered. She was sure that Stanley Bibbs would have 
been in a total rage to see his huge mansion being used for a wild orgy. And 
she was equally sure that he would fire her on the spot, thus crushing all 
her dreams for the future. But instead of anger, he had a bemused smile on 
his face as he surveyed the four naked people sprawled obscenely across the 
huge bed. 

"I'd like a little taste of that pussy myself," Stanley Bibbs said as he 
ripped off his golfing sweater and dropped his pants. His exposed penis 
swayed menacingly as he moved toward the monstrous bed. With a lewd grin, he 
said to Suzie, "I'll show you how to eat cunt, girl." 

Before the stunned Angie could move, he was on the bed and had his face 
between her widespread thighs. For a moment she tried to fight this 
violation of her defenseless loins, but his strength was too great, and her 
own animal lust defeated her every effort at resistance. Groaning in abject 
humiliation, she spread her legs even wider apart and then clamped her soft 
thighs around his neck as Stanley's tongue stirred her already aroused cunt 
to a renewed fever pitch. He caught the tingling bud of her swollen clitoris 
between his teeth and then began to suck on the tiny sensation-button even 
as he licked furiously into her piquant cuntal folds. 

Even Suzie hadn't been so skilled! With a soft moan of mingled surrender and 
carnal delight, she ground her voracious pussy up against his bobbing face, 
feeling his beard tickle the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Angie 
could see the others in the room grinning knowingly to one another at her 
wanton lust, but couldn't help herself from reacting this way. She furiously 
fucked her pelvis up to his delving face, welcoming his lewdly probing 
tongue, pulling his working mouth as tight to her hungry cunt as was humanly 
possible. 

"Oh God, I'm cummiinnngggg again!" the wildly thrashing woman screamed as 
her loins exploded in ecstasy and her cunt gushed a thin stream of cum-juice 
into the millionaire's wantonly sucking mouth. "Lick ... LICK MEEEEEEEE!" 

For a long time her perspiration-soaked body lay trembling, spasming, and 
totally exhausted. 

She felt as if she could sleep for a month, but then she heard Stanley Bibbs 
say, "Now let's screw." 

"Yeah," Ward added. "I'm still horny." 

"I can't," Angie Smart protested. "I can't ... let me rest a little while 
... please!" 

"Everyone knows that pussies don't wear out," Burt said, his eyes gleaming 
with renewed lust. His sated penis was already becoming rigidly erect again. 
Angie suddenly saw three thick cocks all moving toward her, pearl-like drops 
of pre-seminal fluid glistening on the bloated glans of each one. She looked 
pleadingly to Suzie, but the Eurasian girl only shrugged, silently, letting 
the divorcee know she'd gotten herself into this situation and now would 
have to get out on her own. 

Angie's mind spun. She had no aversion now to more sex, but was just too 
tired! If only they would give her some rest. Then an idea flashed into her 
mind, a lewd but practical solution to her present predicament. 

"Give me a little time ... and I'll get another girl to come over here. We 
can do it all together." Slyly she winked. "After all, there are only two of 
us girls and three men now." 

"A whore?" Stanley Bibbs inquired, an interested sparkle in his brown eyes. 

"She's no whore ... but she loves to fuck. Let me use the phone." 

There was one by the bed and she dialed her home number. Irene McCoy 
answered on the second ring and Angie Smart asked, "Have those boys gone 
yet?" 

"They left after they had all the pussy they could handle. You should have 
stuck around. We had one hell of a good time. I'll say one thing young guys 
sure can fuck!" 

"Are you all right? How do you feel?" 

"Beautiful but horny ... you know me," the redhead replied, "never satisfied 
with just five males." 

"Want to come over to a party right now?" 

"Party? This time of day? What kind of party?" 

"A fucking party," Angie whispered, adding where she was and who was there. 
"I've had so much cock I can't walk straight." 

"Fifteen minutes," Irene replied and hung up. 

"She'll be here in a quarter of an hour ... now for God's sake, at least let 
me rest that long!" 

"Oh, wow!" young Ward said. "Let's all have a drink while we're waiting!" 
Irene, her normally pale complexion fairly glowing and her copper-hued hair 
a tousled mass of disarray, arrived at the mansion to find them all naked in 
the baronial living room drinking vodka and orange juice. After an initial 
shock of seeing such blatant sexuality in such a regal setting, the worldly 
woman quickly regained her composure enough to smile at everyone gathered 
together on the thick carpet. 

"Hi," Angie said with a conspiratorial wink as she made the necessary 
introductions. "That big silver jug on the table is full of ice cold 
screwdrivers, so join the party." 

"I feel overdressed," the long-limbed redhead said. She whipped off her 
short dress and brassiere and then bent over to slide her flimsy silk lace 
panties down her smoothly tapering legs. She filled a tall glass with the 
refreshing drink and sat between Angie and Ward on the over length sofa, 
boldly reaching to measure the size of the boy's penis with her lewdly 
clutching fingers. She grinned at him and said, "I'm looking forward to 
this!" 

"You'll get it," he promised, reaching to squeeze one of her fully rounded 
breasts. Beginning to feel the strong drink breaking down whatever 
inhibitions she had left, Angie said softly, "You're positively glowing ... 
radiant!" 

"I never had five young boys so many ways ... and so often," Irene said with 
a suggestive grin. "You shouldn't have split ... but then again, until this 
moment, I never suspected you were into the kind of fun I like best. What 
happened to you, anyway?" 

"Thank the boy whose penis you're holding for that!" Angie Smart said with a 
knowing smile. She was admiring Irene's milk-white body, and thought that 
the phone operator, even though she must be at least ten years older than 
herself, was even more beautiful ... and one thing Angie had never done was 
underestimate her own loveliness. 

But Irene's breasts were bigger, without a trace of sag, her out-thrust 
nipples only faintly darker than her fair skin. Her supple belly was flat 
and smooth, her hips flaring, her shapely legs long and tapered. And her 
vagina seemed almost tiny, with only a sparse triangle of fire-red pubic 
hair setting it off from her unblemished thighs. Angie looked across the 
room and saw Suzie Wing's dark, almond-shaped eyes lustfully fastened on the 
beautiful newcomer, and she thought, Yes, I want her too! 

Angie had no idea if Irene had ever had a lesbian experience. Outspoken as 
the redhead was about her flagrant sex life, she had never mentioned making 
it with a girl. Well, if she hadn't, today would be a good time for her to 
find out what it was all about, just as the dark-haired divorcee had learned 
what sex was all about during this incredible day. 

All six of them trooped up the curving staircase to the mirrored bedroom. 
The huge bed was large enough to accommodate all of their naked bodies at 
once, but as they began to fondle each other indiscriminately, there was 
some confusion about who would or should couple with whom. Finally they 
decided to settle the matter impartially by dealing cards, and each would 
make their selection of a partner in descending order, according to the 
value of the card they received. 

Suzie Wing won first choice with the ace of hearts and didn't hesitate a 
moment. She reached for and started to deeply kiss the startled redhead, but 
Irene protested, "I've never ... " 

"I hadn't either until a few days ago," Angie said. "You'll like it ... go 
on ... we'd love to see you two together." Irene thought it over. The way 
Suzie had kissed her, and the way her deft fingers were now toying with her 
heaving breasts and then sliding down to caress the tender lips of her pussy 
was arousing. To refuse to play along would be chickening out. 

"Well, I'll do it if you'll do what I want to see you do." The excited 
dark-haired woman thought she'd already done everything imaginable and 
quickly nodded her assent. Besides, she'd drawn the lowest of the six cards, 
meaning she would make the last choice, anyway. 

"I want to see you in a sandwich ... with your pussy and your pretty ass 
filled with plenty of good solid cock. And maybe you'll think of something 
to do with your mouth, too!" 

"Oh, my God!" Angie Smart whispered, flinching at the very thought of her 
body being used in such a totally debauched way. Yet, she had agreed to do 
what Irene directed, and the faces of the others told her they expected her 
to go through with her promise. 

How could her slender young body ever take two swollen penises at the same 
time? She recalled the excruciating pain when Ward had first initiated her 
into the forbidden rite of sodomy ... and how good it had finally felt to 
have his cock thrusting deep in her clutching anus. But to have her vagina 
filled when her rectum was already stuffed full with an erected penis seemed 
to be a different matter altogether. Well, Irene claimed that she sandwiched 
herself often and loved every moment of it. The dark-haired divorcee decided 
she would just have to try. Abjectly, she whispered her acceptance. 

With a wanton grin, Irene stretched out on the bed with Suzie Wing as the 
others watched, caressing each other's naked bodies. Suzie kissed Irene long 
and deeply, running the tip of her tongue around and around just inside the 
full sensuous lips of the voluptuous redhead. Her hands stroked the phone 
operator's milk-white flesh, cupping and squeezing Irene's high, wide-set 
breasts. For a long time, Irene lay almost motionless, but then her 
curvaceous body slowly began to undulate as the wetly seeking mouth kissed 
lower and lower along the smooth flat plane of her belly. The 
burnished-haired woman watched their obscenely entwined reflection in the 
mirrored ceiling and began to pant in arousal as Suzie's skillful fingers 
teased her feverish cunt, drawing the moistened cuntal folds open as she 
dropped her lovely Eurasian face closer and closer to the enticingly spread 
thighs that were so slavishly offered to her hungry hands and mouth. 

Angie remembered when the dark-skinned woman had done the same things to her 
and knew exactly the rising desire the lovely redhead was experiencing as 
Suzie's flickering tongue began to lick into the redhead's dilating vagina, 
burrowing her probing member slowly up into the soft pink inner flesh of the 
other woman's torrid cuntal crevice. Irene, groaning with undisguised desire 
now, began to gently stroke Suzie's olive-hued flesh and finally reached her 
trembling fingers up to cup her dangling breasts. With a smile of triumph, 
Suzie glued her straining mouth all the harder to the seething vaginal 
furrow before her and sucked with renewed urgency. 

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Irene sighed and began to grind her expanding and 
contracting pussy hard into Suzie's delicately featured face. "Oooohhh! This 
is far out! Beautiful!" Slowly, with Oriental grace, Suzie slid around on 
the bed until their two female bodies were face to loins. Irene's nostrils 
flared as she scented the piquant fragrance of feminine arousal emanating 
from Suzie's excitedly quivering vagina. She reached to caress Suzie's 
richly rounded buttocks as her tongue circled her full, rich mouth in 
licentious expectation ... and suddenly, with a muffled moan of surrender 
and desire, Irene pulled the other girl close and began to eagerly kiss and 
lick her perfectly sculpted thighs. 

Suzie quickly swung her leg up and straddled Irene's shouldered, lowering 
her aching cunt toward the beautiful, pale-skinned face whose passion-glazed 
features were bare inches from her fire-filled loins. 

Angie avidly watched as Irene's mouth first hesitantly kissed the smooth 
cuntal furrow of the younger woman and then her tongue plunged up into its 
burning depths with sudden animalistic ferocity. In seconds, her long 
lingual member was slithering up and down the yielding length of Suzie's 
impatiently squirming pussy, and Irene's arms locked tight around the 
grinding buttocks of the younger woman and pulled her voracious loins 
against her own face, no longer caring about the ancient taboos forbidding 
lesbianism, just taking obscene delight in this titillating experience. 
Irene was going wild now, whimpering with blatant carnal desire as her long 
thin fingers delved up into the spreading crease of Suzie's quivering 
ass-cheeks. 

The others in the room were silent, and only the liquid sound of frantic 
tongues licking throbbing vaginas filled the mirror-covered room. Angie 
rolled onto her side, and her arm brushed against a male leg. Her hand 
blindly sought and found an erect penis. She began to pump the lewdly 
distended cock-shaft, but her hand was pulled away. 

"I want to watch you and Suzie," said Stanley Bibbs. "You'll get your turn 
with my prick later." Angie felt her pussy tingling with suppressed desire 
and wantonly wished there was some way she could join in this luridly 
exciting lesbian coupling. And then, when the two nakedly undulating women 
suddenly gasped aloud and cried out their simultaneous climax, their 
passion-contorted lips glistening with each other's cum-juice, the wide-eyed 
divorcee felt an orgasm sweep through her trembling loins, triggered by pure 
voyeuristic excitement at seeing two beautiful women cum against each 
other's working mouth. For long minutes, Irene and Suzie lay with 
sweat-slick thighs tight around each other's cum-drenched faces, and then 
finally parted their sated loins and sat up on the bed. 

Irene, licking her lips, still savoring Suzie's piquant pussy fluids, smiled 
at Angie and said, "I've been missing a lot ... now you learn something 
new." 

"Who wants to ... initiate me," Angie said, her voice trembling, as she 
looked expectantly at the son, father and grandfather. She hoped Ward would 
be one of the males involved because she was at ease with him, and it would 
make her ordeal a little easier. "You know I've never done this ... " 

"I think I'll just watch and play with Suzie and Irene," said the bearded 
Stanley, an amused smile on his face. "I guess the younger members of the 
family should handle this operation." 

"Then it's a father and son act," said Burt. "Ward, you've no doubt had 
Angie's asshole before. How about letting me in there?" 

"Sure, Dad," the boy replied. From a dressing table, he got a tube of K-Y 
jelly and handed it to his father. With a sigh of utter resignation, Angie 
got up on her knees and elbows and spread her unblemished ass-cheeks apart 
in lewd invitation. But Burt pulled her down beside him on the bed, saying, 
"You're not ready for that yet." 

I don't think I'll ever be ready, Angie wanted to say, as the lean, 
hawk-faced man pressed his muscled body against hers. But then she felt the 
first stirrings of arousal in her loins as his groping fingers began to 
caress her out-thrust breasts and slither over her smooth body, gradually 
teasing across her satin-smooth buttocks. She felt the slick jelly being 
spread between her quivering ass-cheeks as a slick finger probed at the 
puckered hole of her anus, causing her to unconsciously grind her buttocks 
back against the invading digit in pure wanton desire. 

"Aaaahhh...." she sighed in anticipation and found herself slowly parting 
her cream colored thighs to allow his exploring finger greater access to her 
tight anal channel. His stiffened middle finger pressed against the clenched 
ring of her sphincter muscle, and Angie gasped as it suddenly popped inside 
her narrow rectum. His working finger began to probe and stretch her anal 
passage, sinking deeper and deeper until it was buried to the hilt in her 
vulnerable rectum. An unbidden wave of animalistic lust swept over Angie's 
reeling brain, and she was suddenly eager to have, not just his thin finger, 
but the whole throbbing length of his blood-swollen cock filling her 
wriggling rectum. She knew there would be pain, but she wanted to be hurt by 
his stiffened penis, and the sight of the others watching it happen to her 
only heightened her already rampant lust. "Ooooohhh ... get in me! 

Then she felt his finger slide out with a popping sound out of her nether 
passage, and the bloated head of Burt's distended cock pressing at her 
feverishly excited rectum. She could see the whole sordid spectacle 
unfolding before her in the full-length mirror. Angie grunted and thrust her 
slender buttocks back hard against his pressuring pelvis, and the thick 
mushroom-shaped glans burst through her anal opening like a hot knife 
through butter. 

"Eeeeyyyaaahhh!" the lovely brunette cried out. She struggled to get back up 
on her hands and knees to ease the pain, but Burt held her firmly on her 
side. She felt his cock flex several times, stretching her tender rectal 
passage, and then his strong hands were tightly grasping her grinding hips, 
pulling her buttocks against his hairy loins. 

Angie expected the big man to be gentle with her as Ward had been when he'd 
first entered her anus, but suddenly Burt savagely thrust his 
passion-swollen cudgel deep into her impaled rectum, his semen-laden balls 
bouncing loudly against her painfully stretched ass-cheeks. She felt the 
sensitive walls of her anal passage rolling in great waves ahead of his 
plundering piston of hot male flesh. 

"AAAAAUUUGGGHH!!!" Angie screamed at the top of her lungs. She struggled to 
free herself of his viciously spearing penis, but he was holding her 
thrashing body to the bed with all his strength. She sobbed loudly and 
stinging tears of anguish poured from her deep blue eyes. It felt as if a 
huge burning bar of steel had been thrust up into her squirming body. "It's 
killing meeeee!" 

"Lie still and relax a minute," he said. "Getting it that way is a lot 
easier than an inch at a time." Helplessly pinned down by his lust-swollen 
cock, Angie could only obey. She felt Burt slowly flex and unflex the full 
length of his flesh-rending male organ, and gradually her cock-contorted 
rectum became accustomed to his unnatural presence, and the pain diminished 
almost to nothing. He began to fuck slowly into her ravished anus and began 
to give her a masochistic sense of pleasure instead. With a backward thrust 
of her lewdly spread buttocks, she began to match his plunging rhythm as he 
withdrew all but the burgeoning head of his cock and then thrust the entire 
length of his rock-hard manhood up into her suddenly willing rectum again. 

"Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhh! ... More!!" the lust-driven dark-haired woman began 
to chant as she furiously screwed her widely stretched anus up and down his 
drilling rod of male flesh. Reflected in the mirror, she could see his 
skewering penis boring in and out of her quivering ass-cheeks relentlessly 
at a maddening pace. "Ooooo ... Yessss! Give it to meeeee!" 

"Ready for Ward now?" Burt grunted, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained 
lust. "I'm ready for ANYTHING!" Angie cried out, grinding her buttocks back 
against his jolting penis like a female dog in heat. 

Burt rolled onto his back, pulling Angie on top of him so that her heaving 
breasts pointed up at the mirror-covered ceiling and her long legs splayed 
lewdly across his undulating loins. She had never even imagined herself ever 
getting into such a totally obscene position with a man, and the thought 
that she was actually participating in this lewd orgy drove her mad with 
pure animalistic desire. And then Ward's slender, muscular body was mounting 
her own, his erect penis probing at her flowering cuntal slit even as the 
jackhammering cock of his father continued to bore up into her fevered anus 
with unbelievable force. 

"AAaaaauuggghh!" the long-haired divorcee cried out as she felt the hot, 
rubbery tip of the youth's swollen penis pressing apart her moistened pussy 
lips. It was terrible ... her writhing body was so stuffed with cock already 
that she didn't see how the straddling teenager could ever get into her 
empty pussy. Nevertheless, his passion-bloated phallus with his cum-laden 
balls swinging at its thickened base, forged relentlessly up into her 
resisting cuntal flesh. She whimpered, "It's impossible! You can't both fit 
in me at once!" 

"We'll see about that, Miss Smart," and with those determined words, Ward 
Bibbs grabbed her lewdly parted legs and pushed them up over her struggling 
body until her knees pressed her jiggling breasts almost flat, exposing her 
seething genitals to his lust-filled eyes. His back arched as he lunged 
powerfully forward, and his rigid penis inexorably forced its way up into 
her cringing pussy. Angie moaned in abject agony as the boy continued to 
heartlessly penetrate her wildly writhing body without thought of the 
searing pain that was wracking her doubly impaled loins. 

"Aaaauuuuuhhhh ... OOoohhh!" she groaned as she felt her two bodily 
passages, separated only by the thinnest of membranes, gradually being 
forced to expand as the teenager's thick rod of flesh slid deep up into her 
cock-stretched vagina. Deeper and deeper the boy bore up into her trembling 
belly until finally his balls smacked wetly against her wide open 
ass-cheeks. 

Oh God, she moaned to herself, how did I ever let myself get into this 
position? Why did I ever agree to let these two males use my body this way? 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Angie lay between father and son, her soft feminine body hopelessly skewered 
by their two plundering cocks. Tears of anguish and humiliation welled up in 
her deep blue eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she felt the lust-swollen 
penis in her rectum jerk and then begin to move slowly in and out of her 
violated anus. The boy also began to undulate his adolescent pelvis, and the 
resultant agony in her loins was the most painful sensation she had ever 
endured or even imagined in her wildest fantasies. 

Angie Smart ruefully admitted to herself that she had this obscene 
punishment coming. She'd done every lewd and wanton sexual act possible 
since meeting young Ward. She had seduced and let him fuck her on a moonlit 
beach, had sucked his cock, and allowed him to perform cunnilingus on her 
more than willing vagina. And she had finally yielded to sodomy, to say 
nothing of eagerly entering into a sordid lesbian act with Suzie Wing. 

The two cocks were moving rhythmically in her sorely stretched pussy and 
rectum now, and though the pain was still intense, Angie could feel the 
first flickering sensations of masochistic pleasure with which she had 
become so familiar these last few weeks. Abruptly both males pulled their 
thick spears of hardened flesh almost out of her clasping pussy and 
clutching rectumand then in concert lunged their blood-engorged penises far 
up into her degraded body, buffeting Angie like a pliant mass of foam rubber 
between their thrusting loins. 

Her long legs flailed the air and then wrapped tightly around Ward's humping 
back as their muscular bodies slapped wetly against her own sweating skin. 
Time after time Burt and his son rammed their lust-filled loins against the 
helpless dark-haired woman and suddenly Angie found her own body moving in 
lewd cadence to their rhythmical ravishment of her squirming body. She 
ground her ass-cheeks down hard onto the older man's sodomizing penis, and 
then her cunt seemed to engulf Ward's pistoning penis like the gulping mouth 
of a fish. The pain had vanished as suddenly as it had come, and Angie 
realized with a shiver of excitement that she never wanted this lewd triple 
coupling to end. 

She knew now that she wanted to be used like a common streetwalker, that 
every act of debasement that she was forced to endure only excited the 
pent-up fires of passion that had lain dormant in her voluptuous body for 
years. Yet, rather than cringe from such a shocking revelation into her own 
character, the dark-haired divorcee decided that she had denied her own 
essential self for far too long. It was only her strict upbringing that made 
her recoil from the truth of her own nature, and Angie knew at long last 
that she was finally coming to grips with the basic biological drive for 
sexual release which she had suppressed for so long. For the first time in 
her life she felt truly free, and she was determined to enjoy any and 
everything these two males could do to her wildly writhing body. 

Her breasts jiggled and bounced with every spine-shattering thrust of their 
combined cocks, the aroused nipples sending sparks of fire shooting through 
her heaving belly every time they came in contact with Ward's smooth chest. 

"I told you it was the greatest," Irene said with a grin of lewd triumph. 
"Oh, yesssssss!" Angie moaned in mounting ecstasy, her sensuous lips pulled 
back across her white teeth in a wanton mask of animalistic pleasure. The 
two iron-hard cocks were plundering her soft flesh with increasing intensity 
now, driving deeper and deeper into her wildly fucking body as she chanted 
out her rising passion like a woman gone mad. Never had she imagined 
anything could be this erotically exciting as she cried, "Deeper fuck me 
harder!" 

Suddenly her dually filled loins exploded with the unbelievable intensity of 
a mind obliterating orgasm. Hot cum gushed from her pussy to soak the 
teenage boy's bouncing testicles and ooze down over the plunging cock of his 
frantically fucking father. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Yeesssssssss! More!" she cried. "I want more!" While Angie was 
still moaning incoherently from the force of her tumultuous climax, Irene 
leaned over on the bed and said to Ward, "Can you raise up really high, arms 
straight out? Then we can all get in this act." 

The boy didn't quite understand what the older woman meant, but took his 
weight onto his stiffened arms, lifting the upper part of his body away from 
Angie's sweating face. Without a moment's hesitation, Irene's smooth 
buttocks were in front of his eyes as she squatted over Angie's salivating 
mouth and pressed onto the dark-haired woman's lust contorted mouth. Shocked 
for just a second by the shuffling of bodies, Angie began to suck on the 
copper-fringed cuntal lips for all she was worth. 

"Hey, Grandpop," Irene said as her pussy began to churn with passion from 
Angie's darting tongue, "Lie here in front of me!" Stanley Bibbs placed his 
loins directly under Irene's expectant face, his erected cock standing 
straight out from his hair-covered pelvis as Irene's skilled mouth quickly 
drew his blood-filled cock-shaft between her glistening lips. Her 
fire-tressed head began to bob frantically up and down, her cheeks 
alternately bloating and hollowing as she feasted on his up-thrusting penis. 

And then Suzie Wing quickly completed the obscenely entwined sextet by 
straddling the grandfather's bearded face and bringing her feverish pussy 
down onto his open mouth. The older man didn't hesitate a single moment; 
instead, he immediately began to lick and suck her proffered vagina with a 
dexterity borne of many years of experience with women from all over the 
world. 

Wildly thrashing with their combined lust, stirred to savage heights of 
passion by staring at their flailing and spasming bodies in the mirrors, the 
three couples fucked on and on, seemingly without end. And then Angie, 
delirious with sensual pleasure, suddenly cried out as she felt both Ward 
and Burt's cocks jerking and swelling deep in her shuddering pussy and 
rectum. 

"Fill me, fill me with your cum!" she screamed as suddenly both her anus and 
vagina were flooded with scalding semen from the two ferociously thrusting 
cocks that were slamming into her doubly impaled body. 

"Oooooooohhhh!" Angie moaned in burning delight, her sound of carnal ecstasy 
muffled by Irene's convulsing cunt as it flowered open and spewed her 
pungent cum-juices into Angie's avidly sucking mouth. 

Within seconds, Irene's own devouring lips were gulping madly to swallow 
Stanley's streaming sperm as it rushed into her gaping mouth. And Suzie Wing 
was grinding back and forth atop of the millionaire's bearded face as she 
coated his pressing lips with her own vaginal secretions. 

Finally, the wild orgiastic rite having depleted them all, the six exhausted 
lovers fell into a deep sleep in a tangle of naked bodies. 

It was hours later and getting dark when they stirred awake. It was Stanley 
Bibbs who spoke first. 

"Angie, I'm afraid I'm taking the estate off the market." 

"How come?" the still drowsy Angie said, her cum-coated body just beginning 
to sit up on the big bed. "Well, it was much too big with just Ward and 
myself living here. But now Burt's going to be working in this area, and 
that means Suzie will be here as well. And if you and Irene feel like living 
here, that should make a nice congenial household." 

"That would be what I call living!" Angie exclaimed. 

"Well, then let's live a little," Irene endorsed. 

And they tumbled into each other's arms, seeking the same sexual release 
they had found only hours before. 

It promised to be a long night, the first of many to follow. 


THE END
